#happy-go-lucky rabbit (cream the rabbit) | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

amethystarachnid · 29 days ago

Note

hiii!!! i recently discovered your blog and i am in LOVE!!! (especially with your steve rogers fics) could i request from your marvel holiday special - 24. Wrapped In Christmas Lights with female reader x steve rogers? if possible, could you make it so reader and steve rogers are friends but have had a crush on each other and reader trying to get the lights off of steve makes him extra flustered? just fluff, fluff and more fluff!!! thank you so much!!

CHRISTMAS LIGHTS

⤷ STEVE G. ROGERS

ᯓ★ Pairing: Steve G. Rogers x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: literally a rom-com

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Holiday special

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 4.6k

ᯓ★ Summary: what the ask said

ᯓ★ TW(s): nothing

ᯓ★ I'm so happy when people request Steve cause he's such a baby and I love him so much and he definitely needs more recognition

ᯓ★ My Masterlist

ᯓ★ MARVEL Holiday Special

ᯓ★ MARVEL Multiverse - choose an AU, pair it with your favorite character and make a request!

ᯓ★ Songs & Superheroes tales - The Game (to make a request, follow the rules on the link!)

ᯓ★ MARVEL Bingo

ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

You clutch a paper bag filled with Christmas ornaments in one hand and a to-go cup of peppermint mocha in the other as you climb the stairs to Steve’s apartment. The cold December air bites at your cheeks, even though you’re wrapped up in a scarf and hat. You blame Steve and his "Brooklyn charm" for making you abandon the comfort of your heated apartment to help him decorate his Christmas tree.

"Just a tree," he'd said on the phone, his voice low and a little sheepish. "I mean, it’s no big deal, but, you know… I could use an extra set of hands."

Of course, you said yes. You always say yes to Steve.

The door to his apartment swings open before you even knock, as if he’s been standing there, watching through the peephole. "Hey!" he says, his face lighting up in a way that makes your heart do a little flip. He’s dressed casually in a cream sweater that looks like it’s seen a few decades of loyal service and a pair of jeans that hug his frame just right.

"Hey yourself," you say, pushing past him before your brain goes too far down the admiration rabbit hole. "You didn’t tell me I’d have to lug all the ornaments up three flights of stairs."

"I offered to come get you," he says, closing the door behind you. There’s a hint of pink dusting his ears. "You said you could handle it."

"I didn’t know it would feel like carrying a bag of bowling balls. What are these ornaments made of, vibranium?"

Steve lets out a laugh, the kind that makes you smile before you can stop yourself. "I told you to pack light."

"You’re the one who doesn’t have a single ornament in this apartment. It’s like a Christmas crime scene in here."

He rubs the back of his neck, his sheepishness kicking up a notch. "I guess I’ve never really gotten into decorating. Figured it might be more fun with… someone else."

Your chest tightens. Steve has this way of making you feel like you’re the most important person in the world, even when he doesn’t mean to. Or maybe he does. You’re not great at figuring that part out.

"Well, lucky for you, I’m a Christmas tree expert." You set the bag down on the small dining table and peel off your scarf and coat, hanging them on the back of a chair. The apartment smells faintly of pine, thanks to the freshly-cut tree standing in the corner by the window. It’s tall and a little lopsided, but somehow it suits Steve perfectly.

"Expert, huh?" He raises an eyebrow as he takes your coat and hangs it on the hook by the door. "Didn’t know that was on your résumé."

"Yep. Right under 'excellent taste in holiday drinks.'" You hold up your peppermint mocha and take a triumphant sip.

He grins, shaking his head. "You want something stronger? Coffee, tea, maybe hot cocoa?"

"Tempting, but this cup of Christmas cheer is all I need for now. Besides," you gesture at the tree, "we’ve got work to do."

Steve crosses his arms and leans against the counter, watching you with a look you can’t quite decipher. "You’re really into this, huh?"

"Steve," you say, deadpan, "this is Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year. Of course I’m into it."

He chuckles, moving to the other side of the room to grab a box of string lights. His movements are deliberate, like he’s stalling for time. You’ve noticed that about him—he’s not great at hiding when something’s on his mind. You, on the other hand, have mastered the art of pretending your heart doesn’t do gymnastics every time he looks at you like that.

"You want to tell me why your tree’s leaning like it’s auditioning for Cirque du Soleil?" you ask, trying to lighten the mood.

"I, uh…" He scratches his head. "I didn’t know they came with stands, so I just kinda… improvised."

"Improvised how?"

He points to the base of the tree, where it’s propped up in a bucket filled with gravel. You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh, but it’s no use. You double over, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

"Don’t laugh," he protests, though he’s smiling too. "It’s functional."

"It’s a disaster," you say between giggles. "We’re lucky it hasn’t toppled over yet."

"I was going for rustic," he says, crossing his arms in mock indignation.

"Sure, Cap. Rustic." You wipe your eyes and shake your head. "First thing’s first: we’re fixing this."

You kneel by the tree, inspecting the bucket and the precarious balance Steve has managed to achieve. He crouches down next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours. The contact sends a jolt of warmth through you, and you silently curse yourself for being so easily affected.

"So, how do we fix it?" he asks.

"We get an actual tree stand for starters. Do you have one?"

"Uh… no. But I can go get one."

You glance at the clock. "Good luck finding a hardware store open this late on a Sunday in December."

Steve frowns, and for a second, you think he might suggest tearing the whole thing down and starting over. Instead, he grabs a roll of duct tape from a nearby drawer.

"Oh no," you say, holding up a hand. "Absolutely not."

"It’ll work," he insists.

"This is why you need supervision. Step away from the duct tape."

Steve’s laugh is warm and unguarded, and for a moment, it feels like the two of you are in your own little bubble, insulated from the rest of the world. You glance at him, and for a brief second, your gazes lock. His blue eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen them, and your heart skips a beat.

"You’re something else," he murmurs, almost too quietly for you to hear.

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to look away before your face gives you away. "And you’re a menace to Christmas trees everywhere. Now help me figure out how to stabilize this thing without duct tape."

As the two of you brainstorm increasingly ridiculous solutions—everything from tying the tree to the ceiling with fishing line to bracing it with a stack of books—you can’t help but feel a little giddy. Steve Rogers might be the most frustratingly charming person you’ve ever met, but right now, in this cozy little apartment filled with laughter and the faint scent of pine, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

You sit cross-legged on the floor, glaring at the lopsided Christmas tree like it’s a personal nemesis. Steve’s still holding the roll of duct tape, spinning it idly in one hand as if hoping inspiration will strike. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.

"This tree isn’t going to stay up unless we do something," you say, rubbing your temples. "And I am not spending Christmas with a mangled pile of pine on the floor."

Steve leans back on his heels, giving you that earnest look that always makes you want to throw a pillow at him. "You’re the expert, remember? I’m just following orders."

"Okay, first of all, stop calling me the expert unless you want to hear me ramble about how Christmas tree decorating is an art form. Second, I think we need help."

He tilts his head. "Help?"

"Your neighbors," you say. "Someone around here has to have a spare tree stand lying around."

"You’re just going to knock on doors and ask?"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures, Steve." You push yourself up off the floor and brush off your jeans. "Besides, if you want this tree to stay upright without duct tape, we need a proper stand."

Steve sets the tape down and crosses his arms. "I could go."

"Nope," you say, grabbing your scarf from the chair. "You’re staying here and untangling those lights while I’m gone. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right."

He frowns, glancing at the box of string lights like it’s full of venomous snakes. "You’re giving me the easy job, huh?"

"Exactly. Don’t say I never do anything nice for you."

"Thanks," he deadpans, but the corner of his mouth quirks up in a smile.

You pull on your coat, grab the nearest empty shopping bag to carry a stand back in, and head out the door. The building is quiet for a Sunday evening, and your footsteps echo as you make your way to the nearest apartment. You knock lightly, hoping whoever lives there is friendly and doesn’t think you’re some kind of door-to-door solicitor.

The first neighbor answers, but they don’t have a tree stand. Neither does the second, who gives you a sympathetic shrug before closing their door. By the time you get to the third door, you’re starting to think this whole plan is a bust.

But then, a middle-aged woman named Linda comes to the rescue. She’s all smiles, wearing a festive sweater adorned with a sparkly reindeer. "I think I might have one in the storage closet," she says. "Hold on, let me check."

Five minutes later, she’s handing you a dusty but serviceable tree stand with a cheerful, "Merry Christmas, sweetie!"

You thank her profusely and head back upstairs, feeling victorious. You didn’t just save Christmas—you saved Steve’s Christmas. Or at least his tree’s dignity.

The sight that greets you when you open the door to his apartment nearly makes you drop the stand.

"Steve?" you manage, your voice cracking with suppressed laughter.

He’s in the middle of the room, completely wrapped up in the string of lights. Not just tangled, but wrapped. The green wire loops around his torso, arms, and legs in a chaotic mess, and the bulbs blink cheerfully in alternating colors. He looks like a very frustrated Christmas mummy.

"Uh," he says, his cheeks bright red. "I might’ve gotten a little… stuck."

You bite your lip, trying and failing to hold back a grin. "Steve, what did you do?"

"I was untangling them!" he protests, twisting slightly, which only makes the lights tighten around him. "But then I thought it’d be easier to test them while I worked. And, uh… one thing led to another."

"You decided to test them by wrapping yourself in them?" You step inside, setting the tree stand down by the door, and cross your arms.

"Not on purpose!" he says, exasperated. "I just—look, I thought I could handle it, okay?"

"And now you’re a human Christmas display."

"Not my proudest moment," he mutters, glancing down at his glowing predicament. "I can probably get out of this if I—"

"Don’t you dare," you interrupt. "If you use your super strength to break free, you’re going to destroy those lights, and then we’ll have no tree and no lights."

He sighs, clearly resigned to his fate. "So, what’s the plan, Christmas expert?"

"The plan," you say, trying not to laugh, "is to figure out how you managed to do this to yourself in the first place."

"It’s not funny," he grumbles, though the corners of his mouth twitch.

"It’s a little funny," you say, letting out a chuckle. "Okay, maybe it’s a lot funny."

He groans, tilting his head back as if praying for patience. The lights blink red and green against his face, and for some reason, it only makes the whole thing funnier.

"I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself," he says dryly.

"Come on, Steve, this is classic holiday hijinks!" You drop your bag and move closer, walking in a slow circle around him to assess the damage. "You could be in a Christmas movie right now."

"Great," he mutters. "What’s next? Am I going to get stuck in the chimney?"

You can’t hold it in anymore. You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach as tears form in the corners of your eyes. "Steve, you’re… you’re a walking rom-com cliché!"

He gives you an exasperated look, but there’s a spark of amusement in his eyes too. "Are you done yet?"

"Not even close," you say, wiping your eyes. "This is going in my mental scrapbook forever."

Steve rolls his eyes, but you catch the small smile tugging at his lips. You know he’s taking this in stride because that’s who he is—patient, good-natured, and, well, the kind of guy who accidentally wraps himself in Christmas lights.

You grab your phone and hold it up. "I need a picture of this."

"No way," he says, shaking his head.

"Steve, come on. This is pure gold!"

"If you take a picture, I’m never letting you forget about the time you fell off your bike in Central Park."

"That was one time!"

"And it was hilarious."

You pout, but his playful smirk makes your heart skip a beat. "Fine," you say, lowering the phone. "I’ll let you off the hook—this time."

"Generous of you," he says. He shifts his weight, and the lights jingle faintly. "So, uh… you planning on helping me out, or are you just going to stand there laughing?"

You grin, taking another moment to admire the absurdity of the situation before finally walking over to inspect the tangled mess. "Hang tight, Cap," you say with a wink. "I’ve got this."

"Hang tight," you say, trying to suppress a smirk. "This is going to take a minute."

Steve sighs, his broad shoulders slumping as much as the tangled lights will allow. He looks more resigned than relaxed, though, and there’s a tension in his jaw that you don’t miss. He might be strong enough to crush those lights with a flick of his wrist, but the prospect of destroying Christmas decorations has clearly left him powerless.

You kneel beside him, inspecting the tangled mess. "Okay, first of all, how did you even manage to get this bad? Did the lights fight back?"

"Very funny," he says, voice dry but tinged with embarrassment. "I don’t know—it just sort of... happened."

You lean in closer, reaching for the strand that’s looped tightly around his forearm. Your fingers brush against his skin as you tug the lights loose, and you swear you see him flinch ever so slightly.

"You good?" you ask, glancing up at him.

"Yeah, fine," he says quickly, avoiding your gaze.

A slow smile spreads across your face. "You sure? You seem a little... tense."

"I’m fine," he repeats, his voice an octave higher than usual.

You hum thoughtfully, pretending to focus on the task at hand. The truth is, the tangle isn’t as complicated as it looks. You could probably have him free in five minutes flat, but where’s the fun in that? Especially when Steve—Captain America himself—is turning redder than Rudolph’s nose.

"Okay, hold still," you say, looping the lights away from his shoulder. "This might take a while."

"Take your time," he mumbles, though his expression suggests he’d prefer this ordeal to be over immediately.

You crouch beside him, your hands brushing against his arms as you work. Each time your fingers skim his skin, you catch the faintest hitch in his breath. It’s subtle, but it’s there, and it makes you bite back a grin.

"Wow," you say after a moment, tilting your head dramatically. "This is really knotted up. I’m going to have to get creative here."

"Creative?" he asks, a touch of panic in his voice.

"Mmhmm," you say, sliding your hand along his bicep to pull a strand free. "It’s all about finding the right... angles."

His jaw tightens, and his cheeks are unmistakably pink now. You’re not even sure if he’s breathing anymore.

You lean in unnecessarily close, pretending to inspect a particularly stubborn knot near his collarbone. Your fingers linger a little longer than they need to, and you can feel the heat radiating off him.

"You okay, Cap?" you tease, glancing up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"I’m fine," he says through gritted teeth, though the way his ears are burning suggests otherwise.

"Hmm," you say, moving your hands lower to the strand wrapped around his waist. "You seem kind of warm. Is it the lights, or...?"

"Y/N," he says, his voice a warning, but it only makes you smile wider.

"What?" you ask, feigning innocence. "I’m just trying to help."

You tug the lights free from his torso, letting your hands graze his sides as you work. He twitches slightly, and you can’t help but laugh.

"Are you ticklish, Steve?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"No," he says too quickly, his blush deepening.

"Oh, really?" You let your fingers linger just a little longer than necessary, and he squirms despite himself. "Could’ve fooled me."

"Y/N," he groans, clearly torn between frustration and mortification.

"Relax," you say, patting his shoulder. "I’m almost done. Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Well, it depends," you say, moving behind him to untangle the lights wrapped around his back. "This part looks... tricky."

You press your hand against his shoulder to steady yourself, leaning in closer than you need to. He stiffens under your touch, and you swear you can feel his heartbeat through his sweater.

"Stay still," you murmur, your breath brushing against his ear.

"Not moving," he says, his voice strained.

You take your time unwinding the lights, letting your fingers brush against his neck and shoulders in ways that are definitely not necessary. You can practically feel the tension radiating off him, and it’s taking everything you have not to burst out laughing.

"You’re really quiet all of a sudden," you say, tilting your head to look at him. "Something on your mind?"

"Nope," he says quickly, though his clenched jaw says otherwise.

You move back in front of him, crouching down to tackle the strand wrapped around his legs. Your fingers brush against his knees as you work, and you glance up at him with a mischievous smile.

"You’re awfully pink, Steve," you say, your tone light and teasing. "Are you sure you’re not overheating?"

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. "Y/N, please."

"Please what?"

"Just... focus."

"Oh, I’m focused," you say, tugging the lights free from his ankle. "But you’re making this way too easy."

"Easy for you," he mutters, looking everywhere but at you.

"Aw, come on," you say, leaning closer again. "It’s not so bad. You’re going to laugh about this someday."

"I’m laughing on the inside," he deadpans.

You grin, finally loosening the last stubborn knot near his wrist. But instead of freeing him completely, you pause, resting your hands on your hips.

"Hmm," you say thoughtfully.

"What now?" he asks, exasperated.

"I’m just wondering if I should leave you like this," you tease. "You do make a pretty good Christmas decoration."

"Y/N," he says, his voice low and dangerous, but the effect is ruined by the fact that he’s still blushing furiously.

"Okay, okay," you say, laughing. "I’ll finish. But only because you asked so nicely."

You reach for the last strand of lights, your fingers brushing against his as you work. His gaze flicks to yours for just a moment, and you swear the air between you shifts.

For a split second, you forget about the lights, the teasing, and everything else. It’s just you and Steve, and the realization hits you like a freight train: he’s flustered because of you.

And maybe you like that a little too much.

With a triumphant flourish, you untangle the last of the lights from Steve’s arms, letting the strand fall to the floor in a messy heap. "Almost there," you announce, giving him a teasing smile. "You’re about five seconds away from freedom."

"Finally," he mutters, though his voice is softer now, almost shy. He’s still blushing, and you’re doing your best not to dwell on how the soft blinking of the lights casts shadows over his ridiculously handsome face.

You take a deep breath and reach for the final loop of lights still hanging loosely around his neck. As your hands brush against him again, you catch the faintest intake of breath, and your heart skips a beat.

This is it.

You’ve spent months trying to convince yourself that your feelings for Steve were one-sided, but the way he’s looking at you right now—like you’re the only thing in the room that matters—makes you think you might have been wrong.

You let your fingers linger on the strand, your pulse pounding in your ears. His blue eyes meet yours, wide and uncertain, and for a moment, you’re frozen.

What if you’re reading this all wrong? What if he doesn’t feel the same way?

But then you remember the way his cheeks turned pink when your hands grazed his skin, the way his voice cracked when he insisted he was "fine." And maybe it’s the Christmas lights casting a warm glow over everything, or maybe it’s the sheer absurdity of the situation, but suddenly, you feel bold.

Releasing the strand of lights, you let your hand slide upward, brushing against his collar as you lean in. You’re close enough now that you can feel his breath against your lips, and your heart is beating so loudly you’re sure he can hear it.

Before you can second-guess yourself, you close the distance, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that’s as much an act of courage as it is affection.

For a split second, Steve goes completely still, and your stomach drops. Oh, God. What if you did read this wrong? What if—

You start to pull back, mortified, but before you can retreat, his hands come up to cradle your face, and he kisses you back.

It’s not tentative or hesitant. It’s sweet and intense, like he’s been holding back for ages and finally let himself go. His lips are soft, his touch gentle but firm, and the sheer relief of feeling him respond makes your head spin.

His thumbs brush against your cheeks as he deepens the kiss, and you can feel the tension that’s been simmering between you for months melt away like snow in the sun. It’s everything you didn’t know you’d been waiting for—warm, electric, and utterly perfect.

When you finally break apart, you’re both breathless. Steve’s cheeks are still flushed, but this time it’s not from embarrassment.

"Wow," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Wow," he echoes, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips.

You both laugh softly, the sound breaking the lingering tension in the air.

"So," you say, trying to keep your voice steady, "does this mean you’re okay with me teasing you about the lights?"

Steve chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I think I can live with it," he says, his voice warm and steady.

And just like that, you know you’ve made the best decision of your life.

You lean back from the kiss, lips tingling and cheeks flushed. You’re about to make a joking comment about how the lights are now untangled and the tree still isn’t decorated, but Steve beats you to it—sort of.

Before you can move more than an inch, his arms loop around your waist, pulling you back toward him. His lips brush against your temple, then your cheek, and then the corner of your mouth, all before you can even take a breath.

"Steve," you murmur, laughing softly. "The tree."

"What about it?" he asks, his voice low and warm against your skin.

"We’re supposed to decorate it, remember?"

His response is a hum that’s suspiciously noncommittal. One of his hands trails up your back, and the other stays firmly around your waist, as though letting go of you is physically impossible.

"You’re kind of clingy, you know that?" you tease, though you don’t exactly try to wriggle out of his embrace.

He leans back just enough to look at you, his cheeks still slightly pink but his smile completely unrepentant. "I just became your boyfriend, Y/N. I think I’m allowed to be a little clingy."

You arch a brow. "Boyfriend, huh?"

His smile falters for half a second, and you can see the gears turning in his head. He realizes what he said, and his expression shifts into something sheepish.

"Well, I mean..." He clears his throat, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "You kissed me first, so I thought—"

"Steve."

"—and we just kissed again, so I figured—"

"Steve."

He finally stops rambling, looking down at you with wide, uncertain eyes. "Did I mess this up already?"

You laugh, cupping his face in your hands. "No, you big dork. But if you want me to be your girlfriend, you have to actually ask me."

His expression softens, and for a moment, he just looks at you, his gaze filled with so much affection it almost makes your knees weak.

"Y/N," he says, his voice steady and serious, "will you be my girlfriend?"

You grin, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose. "Of course I will, Steve."

The smile that spreads across his face could power the entire block’s Christmas lights. He kisses you again, this time slower and sweeter, like he’s savoring every second.

When he finally pulls back, his hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. "You’re stuck with me now," he murmurs, his tone half-teasing and half-sincere.

"Good," you say, grinning. "Because I don’t plan on going anywhere."

For a moment, you both just stand there, wrapped up in each other, the half-decorated tree completely forgotten. Then you glance over his shoulder and raise an eyebrow.

"Seriously, though," you say, "we should probably get back to the tree."

Steve groans dramatically, letting his forehead drop against yours. "The tree can wait."

"Steve."

"Nope," he says, scooping you up and twirling you around like you weigh nothing. You let out a surprised laugh, clutching his shoulders to steady yourself.

"Steve, we’re never going to get this done at this rate."

"Don’t care," he says, setting you back down but keeping his hands firmly on your waist. He leans down to press another kiss to your lips, then another to your jaw, and then one just below your ear.

"Okay, seriously," you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way he’s making your heart race. "This is cute and all, but I’m not going to let you use me as an excuse to procrastinate."

"I’m not procrastinating," he says, his voice warm and teasing. "I’m prioritizing."

"Prioritizing, huh?"

"Yep," he says, his tone smug. "And right now, my top priority is making sure my girlfriend knows exactly how much I like her."

You roll your eyes, though you’re grinning like an idiot. "Steve, I think I got the message about five kisses ago."

"Good," he says, kissing you again.

You laugh against his lips, pushing lightly at his chest. "Alright, Captain Clingy, let’s get back to work."

He groans again but finally lets you step out of his embrace—though he keeps one hand firmly on the small of your back as you move toward the tree.

You pick up the box of ornaments, glancing at him over your shoulder. "You know," you say casually, "you’re really bad at hiding how much you like me."

"I wasn’t trying to hide it," he says, following you to the tree.

You raise an eyebrow. "Could’ve fooled me. You were blushing every time I so much as looked at you earlier."

"Only because you kept touching me," he protests, his ears turning pink again.

"Steve, I was untangling the lights."

"Sure you were."

You laugh, setting the ornaments down and turning to face him. "Oh, come on. You’re the one who couldn’t stop blushing. Don’t blame me for noticing."

He steps closer, his hand sliding from your back to your hip. "You were doing it on purpose."

"Maybe," you admit, grinning up at him.

He shakes his head, but he’s smiling too. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, here you are, completely smitten," you say, leaning in to brush your lips against his.

"Completely," he murmurs against your mouth before kissing you again.

The ornaments remain untouched. The tree remains undecorated. And for the first time all evening, you couldn’t care less.

70 notes · View notes

arent-we · 9 months ago

Text

"Do you really love me?"

______

"Y/n what the f- stop being an over thinker. But I do, I really do."

_________________________________________

"Of course, I'll even let this world burn than you not on my side."

_________________________________________

"This world is nothing but ugliness but you make it beautiful."

_________________________________________

"Why would you even ask that? You already knew my answer."

_________________________________________

(Reminder: I'm not that good at writing!)

Mashle Characters. (Part 1)

_-_-_-_

Mash Burnedead.

Mash: Cream puff... Cream puff- "Y/n I was looking for you." The H/c girl was in the library in the late hours. "Do you want to eat cream puff with me?" The black hair young man asked the girl who still try to busy herself trough the books. "Is there a test?" He sits next to her, and takes out a cream puff. Handing it to her, "...You ignored me the whole day, It hurts." Finally she looks at him.

"Lemon? She's my friend." It doesn't help the H/c girl, it was clearly that, the blond hair girl likes him. "She clearly likes you." The mushroom head boy just silent and looking at her. "But I don't feel the same way as I do to you-"

"Do you really love me?" He didn't get it, of course he do. He only feels this feelings when he is near her.

"Why would you even ask that? You already knew my answer."

_________________________________________

Lance Crown.

"Didn't we should study together.?" The H/c girl almost throw the book at that boy but she didn't. "Well, I just wanna study myself."

"That's new to you. Yes I love you... Beside of Anna."

"How did you know, what I'm going to ask!?" The blue hair boy just looked at her and sits beside her, doing their daily study date.

"Y/n what the f- stop being an over thinker. But I do, I really do."

"I CAN'T!!!"

_________________________________________

Dot Barrett.

"My female lead-" "No. Go to that lemon of yours." Dot who just saw her, in the empty hallway. "What?? What do you mean-" The H/c girl pouts at him. "Love told me before, when I'm still not studying here. You said you're engaged to lemon."

"It was before!" Dot try to reason, there was now a girl who he really likes. Why would he even find someone else? "Do you really love me?"

"Y/n what the f- stop being an over thinker. But I do, I really do." Dot said sincerely, he appreciates her. Everything she do for him, he will not waste her, he rather injure himself if he did.

_________________________________________

Finn Ames.

An anxious boy was beside her, what did he do to make her not look at him? "Is there something wrong? Please let me know-!" The H/c girl looks at him and takes his hand. "You didn't did anything. It's just that, do you really love me?"

Of course he do, he'll even sacrifice himself for her. But she doesn't want him to do that, he was lucky to have her.

"Why would you even ask that? You already knew my answer."

"YOU'RE SO ADORABLE!!"

_________________________________________

Rayne Ames.

He was tired, but finally. He was about to rest, there was a H/c girl playing with his rabbits. "We doesn't spend time that much..."

"Sorry, I'll make it up for you okay?" He said before sitting on his bed, looking at her playing with his rabbits. "I'm their official mother you know." Rayne smiles a little, he doesn't deserve happiness but they give her to him.

"Do our relationship has it means.?" Now it's his time to overthink, did he didn't spend that much time to her? Did he neglected her? "Do you really love me?" He suddenly hugs her. She was saying something but he couldn't hear it, busy on his own thoughts.

"This world is nothing but ugliness but you make it beautiful."

_________________________________________

Orter Madl.

A H/c girl was knocking on his office, she looks mad. "You didn't came home for weeks!"

"My work is important-" before the dark brown man can finish his sentence. "And not me!? I always wait for you!" As someone as him, his glare is enough of others to silent. But she didn't, it's his wife after all. "You're overworking yourself again. Eat." She sat on a chair and looks at him, he also miss her cooking. The one who he really called home was her.

"I feel like this marriage doesn't working." He stand up and goes to her "and why would it, is it because I don't have time for you? My work is important and you know that." He said pushing up his glasses. "I know it is! But how about me? Am I not?" If he can let himself break a rule for her, then he can make a time for her. "I'm sorry. I know it's my fault, and for making you feel neglected."

"It's like your just been forced, do you really love me?" He didn't know that he makes her feel this way, he just wants the best for her. To be able to provide for her.

Don't mind the pics, just pick. (I can't find others)

"Of course, I'll even let this world burn than you not on my side." He needs to prioritize her, she's the only one who can make his day better that no one can.

_________________________________________

Part 2? (HAHAHAHA I changed this post a lot🙂)

#mashle x reader #mashle #mashle orter #lance crown #dot barrett #finn ames #rayne ames #rayne x reader

70 notes · View notes

bakugoyelling · 1 year ago

Text

A Quest for Critters

Giyuu Tomioka x Reader

Warnings: Fem! reader, Reader wears a skirt, Established Relationship, Just slice of life fluff really!

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: You and Giyuu go out to buy some Calico Critters (ᵔᴥᵔ)

Dressed in dark jeans and a t-shirt, Giyuu leans into the bathroom to peek at you.

“Ready to go?” he asks, watching through the mirror as you apply the last of your makeup.

“Uh huh,” you hum while dabbing on your lipstick, the color staining your lips as you press them together. Finished with your look, you turn around to face him.

“I just need to get my purse, and then we can leave, okay?”

Handsome as always, his eyes fall to your lips as you pucker them, coaxing him in for a kiss. Soft and gentle, his lips press against yours before pulling back, his gaze set on yours as he gently smiles.

“Alright,” he nods.

It’s a warm August afternoon, and as planned the night before, you and your boyfriend are heading out for a few hours — to the nearby bookstore, the only place in town where you can find Calico Critters. The adorable flocked toys decorate various areas of your room. Placed among your perfumes and creams, they sit beside the everyday items. You’ve even decorated Giyuu’s bedside table with one — a baby black cat in a blue outfit.

And while you enjoy collecting them, you still only have a few. Since you prefer to get them in stores rather than online, you don't buy them that often. But that's okay because when you do plan on purchasing them, it makes for a fun day out. Plus, it gives you the perfect excuse to dress up in something cute. Days like this are always something to look forward to with your beloved.

“I like your little skirt, by the way. It looks cute on you,”

A coy smile graces your features at the compliment, and Giyuu chuckles as you thank him.

Heading out the door, he wonders how he got so lucky — such a pretty girl, and he gets to call you his girlfriend.

Twenty minutes later, you arrive at your destination, your fingers laced with Giyuu’s as you enter the familiar bookstore, the nutty scent of coffee welcoming you from the nearby cafe. The sectioned-off area where other patrons sit and read or quietly chatter. The atmosphere here always calms you — peaceful and quiet. You enjoy spending time here.

“I hope they have the ones I want,” you mutter while getting distracted, stopping in front of a shelf of stationery supplies to pick up a box of gel pens. The shades are pretty, and you can always use a new pen, but then again, you don’t necessarily need them.

“Which ones did you want again?” Giyuu asks as you set the pens back into their spot, letting you grab his hand while you continue wandering around.

“The rabbits. I didn’t get them last time, so now I really, really want them. Did you want to check out any books while we’re here?

“No, I’m good,”

“You sure? They have sudoku books,” You turn to him with a softened expression, looking up at him with an excited glimmer in your eyes.

The acknowledgment of one of his lesser-known hobbies has him blooming with warmth. He did mention that he completed his last book of the kind about a month ago.

“Actually, yeah, let’s look. I need a new one for work. I finished the last one you got me not too long ago.”

His muted enthusiasm has you smiling, happy as you lead the way over to the puzzle books so he can browse.

When you first started dating, Giyuu tried to play off his interest in sudoku. At times, his coworker, Shinazugawa, would poke fun at the hobby, proclaiming that it made Giyuu even more of a bore. And while Shinazugawa does still comment on the interest, it doesn’t bother your boyfriend as much as it used to. Especially after you giggled while completing a puzzle with him one day, the corners of your eyes creased as you told him, “You know, in middle school, I was a part of the sudoku club.”

A few minutes later, he settles on a new book of the number placement puzzles — the pages crisp, little square boxes ready to be written on.

“This one looks good,” he reads over the front cover with a nod, his hands clutching onto the spine as he flips it over to check the back — 300 puzzles should do it for now.

“Alright, now…back to your critters.”

Grabbing his hand, you lean into his side and chuckle, his focus on the task at hand making you smile, “Right! Back to the important stuff,”

Although, while continuing toward the small animal toys, you can’t help but go off track, shelves, and shelves of other items of interest catching your attention.

“Oh my gosh, Giyuu, look,” kneeling, you reach down, grabbing a blind box with a series of cat figurines printed across it.

“It’s the only one! Let’s get it,” you say, peering up at him excitedly. “I’m gonna buy it for you, okay?”

“But, don’t you want it?” He wonders.

“No, I’m getting the critters, remember. So, we need to get you something cute too!” Standing up again, you hand him the mystery box, already settled on purchasing it.

He must admit, the last toy you purchased like this was quite cute. And opening them up is rather thrilling.

“Okay, maybe I’ll get something cool,” He rotates the box in hand as you continue weaving through the aisles, lifting his gaze when he hears you gasp.

“Look! Here they are!”

Following your voice, he turns the corner and is quickly met with the view of you happily picking up different sets of the toys you came here for, admiring all of their intricate details. It’s nice seeing you so immersed in the act. Giyuu knows how much you enjoy collecting Calico Critters — when you were first getting to know each other, you were afraid he would find the interest weird, too childish of a thing for someone your age to be into. But he thought it was endearing, a wholesome part of your personality that, like all the other parts of you — he had fallen in love with.

“Do they have the rabbit family?” your brows furrow in question as you mumble to yourself, carefully scanning the shelf in search of them.

Your determination urges Giyuu to try and help, and while you kneel, he checks the areas on top, pushing boxes around until, hidden behind a trio of tiny mice wrapped in blankets, he finds the ones you're looking for.

“They have them!” His voice tinges with joy as he pulls the box down for you.

“No way! Let me see,”

Passing it to you, he watches your lips part in awe, a light squeal emanating from your throat in celebration.

“Eee, this is them! We found them, oh my gosh, they’re so cute! Good job looking up there, babe,”

He smiles as you thank him, your lips quickly pecking his cheek before you pull back to check out some of the other sets. You still have a few on your wishlist, but it appears they aren't in stock yet. So, with your newly acquired rabbit family, you and Giyuu head back to the front of the store, ready to check out.

“We should come back in a few weeks. Maybe they’ll have the Halloween set by then,”

“I’ll be sure to check behind the baby mice again,” He quips while you head to the register, a soft chuckle falling past your lips as the young lady working greets you.

When she finishes bagging everything, Giyuu takes hold of the plastic bag while she hands you your receipt, the two of you thanking her in unison.

“Would you like to get something to drink while we’re here?” With the scent of coffee still prevalent in the air, Giyuu thinks it would be nice to extend your day out with a treat.

“Sure, we can get something to eat too. We can try those sandwiches they have,” holding hands yet again, you spend a moment looking over the menu, chatting over your choices before deciding what to order.

Once served, you settle into the seats of the nearby corner table, where, while sipping on his drink, you urge your boyfriend to open the blind box you got him. When you hand him the mystery toy, he studies the graphics printed on the package before tearing it open. His large hands rip open the opaque plastic bag that lay inside while you watch in anticipation, waiting for the reveal.

Seconds later, a soft laugh escapes him as he pulls out the figure — a small black cat holding a single shrimp tempura.

“Aww, Giyuu, it’s so cute! It looks like you! Look at his little blue eyes,”

You wipe your fingers off any crumbs before reaching over to hold the tiny cat, smiling as you hold it up in comparison.

“Look, you’re practically twins! Do you like him?”

“I do,” He stares at the figure as you hand it back to him. “I think I’ll put him on my desk at work,”

Setting the cat down on the table, Giyuu replaces it with his sandwich, taking a large bite and swallowing before he continues, “He can guard the sudoku books,”

A crumb sticks to his lip as he smiles, his gentle humor and the grain of bread pressed to his skin making you giggle — dates like these are always your favorite.

— please do not modify or repost my work

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: Hehehe, another self-indulgent one-shot! I always think about what it's like to go on little shopping trips with Giyuu, so this was really fun to write! I was surprised at how long it turned out too, so I thought it would be nice to share. Anyway, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed! If you did, please let me know! Your kind comments are always appreciated.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#giyuu tomioka x reader #tomioka giyuu x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #giyuu x reader #giyu tomioka x reader #tomioka giyu x reader #kny fluff #demon slayer fluff

325 notes · View notes

cheerleaderman · 5 months ago

Text

Lottie Hatterson

An energetic out spoked boy who loves parties and wants to be in the event planning industry.Due to his playful nature other seems not to take him seriously.

Twst: The Mad Hatter

Basic info

Age: 16

He/him

Height: 170 cm

Birthday: June 20

Voice claim: Jp- K1-B0 - Danganronpa, Eng- Din- the wishing dragon

Hometown: Queendom of Roses

Class: 1-B

Dominant hand: both

Nickname: Hatter , Monsieur Joker(Rook), Clown fish (Floyd), Lots, titi

Favorite food: tea biscuits, bitter tea, Milk Tea, croissant sandwiches, ice cream

Like/hobbies: Parties , Yo-Yos, building sets (like Legos) , tea sets, coloring books, bunnies, finding loops in things, collecting cups,baking/cooking, skateboarding, roller skating

Dislike: Not being taken seriously, carrot cake, being yelled at for no reason

Family: Mom, dad, Marley and Coretta(19 older siblings) , Cerys(12 younger sisters)

Best subject: History of Magic

Talent: Making connections, tea making, balancing mainly things on his head

Unique magic- All Mad Here

Can give a boost in strength, energy etc to others and can increase it more by saying “release the madness” but if he does it to much everyone including himself could go mad and can experience withdrawal symptoms once over.

He doesn’t really use it after experiencing it for one time.

Twist and turns

No end near

But it’s ok

We’re all mad here

(More under cut)

More info

Relationship with Riddle

He has many friends being pretty social and A person who knows a person that knows a person

Others don’t really take him seriously due to his silly and happy go lucky attitude

Has a friend in RSA named Alister who is the housewarden of Wonderling

Family is well known in the Queendom host some of the most well known parties

His older brother Marley is a 4th year at NRC and has told Lottie much about the school

Sucks at alchemy doesn’t know why

Actually very good at organizing the person who has 10 different colored pens and still manages to finish their notes somehow

Called Riddles mom unreasonable to her face

Out of his siblings he is the one able to handle being yelled at or threatened the most

Learned how to deal with entitled people from dealing with so many due to family being in the event industry

Has a book of the rules for Heartsalbyul

Has a rabbit named biscuit

Was the kid to talk back to elders

Other are kinda scared to know what he is like when actually pissed off it doesn’t help that Riddle mentioned that he doesn’t want to ever get into a physical fight with Lottie

Backstory

Growing up in the Queendom of Roses Lottie always loved the parties his parents would throw wanting to continue in their footsteps when he grows up. He would hold his own little tea parties at home and would insist on planning his own birthday parties.

A problem is Lottie had trouble following most rules especially if he thinks they’re dumb finding loopholes to not get in trouble. That combined with his energetic personality people would label him as a troublemaker not taking him seriously for things. Some would even question if he is even right to continue what his family built up leading to Lottie wanting to prove himself.

He grew to become more organized and firm with it comes to events also when able would watch how his mother interacted with clients. His personality never really changed as he doesn’t think he should change that for others thanks to his parents. But others will say that there is definitely a shift to how he acts as if more serious depending on the situation.

Divider

#cheer!art #cheer!lottie #twst #twst oc #art #twisted wonderland #artists on tumblr #twisted wonderland oc #oc art #digital art #oc bio #oc info #twst heartslabyul

25 notes · View notes

self-indulgent-paw-patrol · 7 months ago

Note

Ask Game

Marshall

My first impression - Awww they got a Dalmatian and omg he looks like a total sweetheart-- HE'S A TOTAL SWEETHEART HELP

My impression now - My son, love of my life, I'll defend him forever

Favorite thing about that character - His upbeat way of life. Half full glass kind of guy. Always ready to lift everyone's spirits and assist his friends with whatever they need.

Least favorite thing - At least half of his fandom, probably. The fact they barely ever let him put out FIRES. He's literally the town's janitor instead.

Favorite line/scene - I have both a favorite line AND a favorite scene, so let's go for both.

Favorite line:

And favorite scene:

Favorite interaction that character has with another - IN THE MIGHTY MOVIE, THAT MOMENT WHEN MARSHALL JUST BEGAN PLAYING AROUND WITH ZUMA IN THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER, THAT WAS SO STINKING CUTE, I CAN'T

A character that I wish that character would interact with more - Everest, they're always cute together, let them see each other more, come on aaaaaaaaaaa

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character - Appearance? Lucky (101 Dalmatians), I cannot escape the fate that my drawings of Marshall will always look like he came from the 101 Dalmatians.

Job? Heatwave, from Transformers Rescue Bots.

Personality? MILES TAILS PROWER-- and tbh Cream The Rabbit too.

A headcanon about that character - Apparently, it's a common headcanon among us that whole thing about Marshall becoming deaf when he grows up, so I'll go with my OTHER headcanon, the cause for his bad genetics would be for being inbred, born at a puppy mill.

A song that reminds of that character - "All In"

An unpopular opinion about that character - I don't want him to be the main pup in a movie just for "he deserves it". Been there, seen how it goes. When a franchise produces something just to cater to fandom wishes/angry demands, the risks of it coming out real badly made are HIGH. I love Marshall and I want him to be the star under a movie spotlight just like most of you do, but I absolutely DO NOT want to demand for it. I do NOT want the next movie to be about him. I do NOT want them to make something just for the sake of making something. I will NOT get mad if the next movie isn't about him. Whenever they make a movie about him, I just want it to be well made and I do NOT mind waiting how many years it'll take. And if they won't ever make it, I'll be sad, but not mad, not angry, I'm not gonna drop the show just for that. As much as I love Marshall with all my heart and soul, I am well aware he is a fictional character and I am a real living person. I got my priorities in order and I can create fan content myself if I decide I want to.

Favorite picture - Good boy, happy boy, winner boy

#cottoncandyswirl828 #Ask Game #Paw Patrol #Marshall #Paw Patrol Marshall #Paw Patrol The Mighty Movie #Paw Patrol Ready Race Rescue

16 notes · View notes

koijikido · 1 year ago

Text

14 Associations: Koiji Kido 🔆

Thank you @shibaikyatto for tagging me ♥♥ I did this already but decided to update it a bit! ♥♥

______________________________________________________

🍃Animal: It's obvious - a rabbit. He is a rabbit with all his heart❣️

🍃Colors: Koiji enjoys all colors in generall but he has some favourites. These colors have a deeper meaning for him.

Red - no color is as present and intense as red. It is the color of lovers and fighters, it is the color of the highest emotions: power, fire and wild passion. Blue - represents gentleness, is calm through distance. At the same time, blue also represents clear prudence, objectivity, neutrality and clarity - this instills trust and conveys a sense of security.

Yellow - the color of the sun and light, it represents warmth, happiness, optimism and creativity. Yellow also symbolizes knowledge and growth as well as development, but also passing away, autumn and maturity.

Green - It stands for freshness, vitality and is considered a symbol of nature and fertility. Green evokes associations such as renewal, growth and freedom.

🍃Song: FAR ACROSS THE LAND | by Eurielle & Ryan Louder . This song represents everything Koiji has gone through. His long way after he left the Scatay Range, totally lost and broken inside to find a way to go on. But also his desire to maybe find a new life he always imagined. The lyrics are pretty acurate!

🍃Number: Lucky 7! Rabbits tend to bring luck. While he brings luck to all the others he is often chased by misfortune. So he likes the thought of a lucky number, that will have mercy with him.

🍃Day or Night: He loves both, but as he is a Viera with a special bound to the sun, he would choose day! Sometimes Koiji feels like the sun is shining from inside him and he can feel the warmth when he is with friends and people who are very important to him! 🔆

🍃Plants: calla, forget-me-not, lily.

🍃Scents: he loves fruity sents but also fresh clean ones!

🍃Foods: Fruits like strawberries, watermelon etc. But he also loves things like pancake, waffles and ice cream. He loves food in general because it makes him happy to taste all the different delights of the world. But the sweets and bakeries are just something special for him.

🍃Drinks: lime tea, coffee with a hint of vanilla, water (obviously). If we are talking about alcohol he likes more the mixed fruity ones. If its just pure burning fluid, he won't drink it.

🍃Gemstones: Blue Zircon! Zircon gemstones have the power to disperse negative energy and restore harmony and nature's calmness.

🍃Season: Spring - everything comes back to life, nature looks more and more beautiful, warm cozy temperatures, scents of flower and trees, happy feelings that grow and sprout. He loves it! Also it always reminds him that after the long cold and dark times, life and love will find a way to bloom again and again.

🍃Places: Nagxia • Koiji met @shibaikyatto the first time there, his soulmate and best friend. Well it was more like he found him and decided to care for him! Kugane • He owns a small apartment there. Also he finds it beautiful! Ul'dah • This is where he met Ruriiro. A wonderful man that saw him for what he was - a man without the title. Koiji fell head over heels for him, not knowing what that meant at that time.♥

🍃Eorzean Deity: Azeyma, the Warden.

🍃EorzeanElements: Light because he is a warrior of light. But also wind! It fits him the most as he is a bard and dancer in training, but fire or the "sun" is also connected to him!!

______________________________________________________

If you are reading this, feel tagged! You made it to the end xD Feel free to tag me, so I can read yours ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა!

#ffxiv #ff14 #koiji kido #ffxiv oc #14 associations

14 notes · View notes

rothjuje · 2 years ago

Text

I don’t know what happened, but we’re becoming farm people. I just spent 20 minutes comparing different kids of manure.

Yesterday I saw that my favorite farm stand had opened for the season and I squealed and Justin was like why don’t I build you a fenced in garden and you just grow your own? A bit later I was talking about quail for their tiny adorable speckled eggs and getting a rabbit just to use its droppings in the garden and Justin asked “why are you talking about quail and a rabbit? Our next animals are goats.”

So that’s what we’re doing, living out our farm fantasy hahaha. Justin discovered that goats eat poison oak and that people pay big money to rent them out to eat excess vegetation and Justin is sold. I’m not ready for goats, seems like a big responsibility, but apparently sometime soon. And apparently their droppings are more beneficial than rabbit droppings, but so are chickens if you compost them right.

Why am I this way? What happened to me? Instagram? I had chickens in Texas and I loved my girls, but I wasn’t this level of obsessed with them. But now I see all these different breeds and characteristics and egg colors and I have become a chicken hoarder. I had to stop going to my favorite tractor supply because I became friends with the manager and he kept getting me to take his store’s injured birds home. So far we have rehomed 4 aggressive roosters (but kept our sweetheart silkie roo) and have 18 total. Three starlight eggers, three buff orpingtons, three mystic marans, two Easter eggers, two silkies, two booted bantams, a leghorn, a rhode island red, and a silver-laced sebright. We’ll get medium green eggs, light green eggs, maybe some blue if we’re lucky. And lighter brown, medium brown, and dark dark brown from the marans. And smaller cream colored ones from the bantam ladies. And the leghorn will lay the standard white you’re used to from the store, fun fact I hatched fertilized eggs from the store once and leghorns are what hatched!

I saw some reel that said that chickens are the gateway farm animal and ding ding ding. Once you have chickens you start looking up guard animals and then you want a goose. Then you go to a feed store and see that they have turkens (naked neck chickens that are social/sweet and are so ugly they’re cute), turkeys, ducks, and quails. I mean ducks are stinky and messy but I’ll take the rest please, thank you.

My grandma was an animal hoarder, is this genetic? She had an actual aviary and llamas and cats. We had animals growing up but I remember begging forever for a Guinea pig, it’s not like we had a farm. But at one point I was breeding Guinea pigs and fish. And incubating chicken eggs. So maybe it is in my genetics. A 10 year old asking for fish breeding supplies is not on my radar, what kid does that? Maybe this side of me has lied dormant under some depression fog. I don’t know.

Justin being on board is dangerous though. He didn’t even say anything when he came home from his work trip to 6 new chickens living in his office. He wasn’t as pleased about my “pointless” fish though, but I am loving my little aquarium. It’s next to my aerogarden and it’s such a happy little corner.

Anyway.

We need to push back the retaining wall in the backyard. Well *need* might be a little strong. But the wood panels are rotted out and need to be replaced. Right now it’s 2.5 high and the field of poison oak beyond is starting to travel down and I am so severely allergic my arms are constantly covered is weeping wounds. We’re going to push it back til it’s at 4 ft and then build the chicken run, originally it was supposed to be 10 by 8, but now I’m thinking it needs to be 12 by 8 minimum.

We’ve been chipping away at excavating ourselves but with between the kids, the boulders, and my rash reaction it’s just not worth it, we need someone with a machine so we hired someone to come excavate it next week. With the space, our backyard will eventually be dining area w pergola, chicken run/coop, fenced in garden area, swing set and jungle gym for the kids, goat shed/area, then Justin’s big shed that he hopes to break ground on this summer. When we’re done with that we’re going to build steps up to access our side yard, clear and level the clearing, and then put pavers or bricks down for a fire pit area.

I am absolutely obsessed with our property. I want to utilize as much of it as we can, and I never want to take for granted that we are lucky to have land and live somewhere breathtakingly beautiful. Life isn’t perfect by any means, but I still feel like I’m living the dream.

34 notes · View notes

muses-of-the-memory · 25 days ago

Text

Happy 21st Anniversary, Sonic Battle

Today is the 21st anniversary to...

Sonic Battle!

It has now been 21 years since Dr. Eggman had found Emerl, a Gizoid robot discovered by his grandfather, Professor Gerald Robotnik, that was supposed to learn and copy his opponents, only that he needed Chaos Emeralds to do it.

But then, Emerl met Sonic and company, and learned all their techniques during their battle with Eggman. However, in the end, Emerl went haywire, and self-destructed saving the Earth...

Tagged by: @bluemajingirl, @hoshi-neko-hikari, @spirits-of-nature16, @the-world-hopper

#world: planet mobius #sonic battle #ancient gizoid robot (emerl)#blue blur (sonic the hedgehog)#fox boy genius (tails)#master emerald guardian (knuckles)#sonic-obsessed hedgehog (amy rose)#happy-go-lucky rabbit (cream the rabbit)#cream's pet chao (cheese chao)#ultimate lifeform (shadow the hedgehog)#batgirl spy (rouge the bat)#baldy mcnosehair (dr. eggman)#e-102 gamma #god of destruction (chaos)#happy anniversary #21 years

14 notes · View notes

wannabeabogwitch · 2 years ago

Text

Fem!TWST Headcanons - KPop songs that suit them/what they listen to

TWST Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713354988973342721/twisted-wonderland-masterlist?source=share

I know a lot of these are the same groups, but it's because I am biased. LOL Also, these songs are bangers, at least, imo and I just felt like some of them really fit the characters or they'd definitely listen to these songs. Some of them are there Japanese releases, just because I feel they'd fit too. I had a lot of fun with this! lol

Heartslabyul

Rina Rosehearts:

Wonderland - Alexa (It was a song for American Song contest, but Alexa is Kpop artist and not only is the song title fitting, but some of the lyrics too, referring to the rabbit hole and 'off with your head', at least in the English version, it's different in the Korean version, but still very fitting.)

Hear The Wind Sing - GFRIEND

Renaissance - WJSN/Cosmic Girls

Don't Look At Me Like That - Song Ji-eun

Queendom - Red Velvet

Trinity Clover:

Ice Cream Cake - Red Velvet

House of Cards - BTS

Awake - Jin (BTS)

Coffee - BTS

Wonderland - Dreamcatcher

Kate Diamond:

Noir - Sunmi (The song is about people being addicted to social media and doing anything for likes, so it's very fitting.)

The Feels - TWICE

Helicopter - CLC

PSY ft. SUGA (BTS) - That That

Mascara - XG

TGIF - XG

Alice Trappola:

So What - LOONA

Pierrot laughs at us - IU (cover) (Original is by Kim Wan-Sun. (The lyrics feel fitting. Like, behind this character, they might not be as happy or playful as they seem on the outside.)

FIRE - BTS (Troublemaker through and through)

Trap - Dreamcatcher

Lucky One - EXO

Eve, Psyche and The Bluebeard's Wife - LE SSERAFIM

Diane Spade:

Begin - Jungkook (BTS)

Growl - EXO

Can't Stop Me - TWICE

If You - Big Bang

Tomboy - (G)-Idle

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

Lion - (G)- Idle

PTT - LOONA

Who Dat B - Jessi

Uh Oh - (G) - Idle (I feel like the lyrics fit her, idk)

If I Ruled The World - BTS

Kitty Run - Alexa

Roxie Bucchi:

Hann - (G)- Idle

Cookie Jar - Red Velvet (Okay, it's one of their Japanese releases, but I'm gonna put it here anyway.)

Sahara - Dreamcatcher

Spine Breaker - BTS

Catch Me If You Can - Girls' Generation/SNSD

Jacqueline Howl:

Not Today - BTS

Wolf - EXO

Break The Wall - Dreamcatcher

Revolution - Alexa

Yes I am - Mamamoo

Octavinelle

Azula Ashengrotto:

Mermaid - United Cube

Disturbance - BoA (I just feel like she'd listen to this song for some reason)

Jazz Bar - Dreamcatcher

Piano Man - Mamamoo

Wind flower - Mamamoo

Ditto - New Jeans

Jade Leech:

Still With You - Jungkook (BTS)

Rain - BTS

Who am I - Weki Meki (I just feel like she'd listen to this song, idk)

Lo Siento - Super Junior, Leslie Grace and Play-N-Skillz

water color - Wheein

Florence Leech:

Why Not - LOONA

CRAZY - 4Minute

Fantastic Baby - Big Bang

No Dot - SuA (Dreamcatcher)

Monster - EXO

Scarabia

Kalima el-Asim:

Fancy - Twice

Dionysus - BTS

Happiness - Red Velvet

Hope World - J-Hope

Dazzle Dazzle - Weki Meki

Some Love - Dreamcatcher (The lyrics are very positive and I feel like it fits such a ray of sunshine!)

Jamillah Viper:

Shadow Play - Pink Fantasy

HATE - 4Minute

Red Sun - Dreamcatcher

Cypher Part 3: KIller - RM, SUGA and J-Hope (BTS) ft. Supreme Boi

Hello Bitches - CL

ICY - ITZY

Black Mamba - aespa

Impurities - LE SSERAFIM

Pomefiore

Viola Schoenheit:

Pose - Red Velvet

Vogue - Alexa

I'm a B - Hwasa

Woman - BoA

Snapping - Chungha

ME - CLC

Movie Star - MIJOO

Rochelle Hunt:

Love Shot - EXO (She's a Huntress and a total simp, so this song feels fitting somehow. lol)

BEcause - Dreamcatcher (She a stalker, so this song is quite fitting and I feel like if a character were likely to go yandere, it'd be her. lol)

Peekaboo - Red Velvet

Psycho - Red Velvet (She ain't actually psycho, but the song just sounds like something she'd listen to.)

I Like It Pt.2 - BTS (Another Japanese release)

Elise Felmier:

District 9 - Stray Kids

I Will Show You - Ailee

N.O - BTS

Apple - GFRIEND

Fairytail - Dreamcatcher

The Great Mermaid - LE SSERAFIM

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

Blue & Grey - BTS (For when she feels down)

Red Light - F(X)

In The Frozen - Dreamcatcher

Bomb - Alexa

BBoom BBoom - Momoland

Orthea Shroud:

Alien - Lee Suhyun (It's a bop and Idk, I feel like it just works somehow)

FINGERTIP - GFRIEND

Blue Bird - April

Diasomnia

Mallea Draconia:

Let Me In - Haseul (LOONA)

Fantasy - Pink Fantasy

Entrancing - Dreamcatcher (Siyeon solo)

MAMA - EXO-K

Full Moon - Dreamcatcher

Lillia Vanrouge:

Poison - Pink Fantasy

Tension - Dreamcatcher

Delight - Rolling Quartz

Lucifer - SHINee

Sins Of Society - DUOXINI (Okay, so this group is a thrash metal group, but they are still Korean and well, when I put Kpop, I meant other genres of music in Korea too.)

No Celestial - LE SSERAFIM

Sylvia:

Rainy Day - Dreamcatcher

Be Calm - Hwasa (Mamamoo)

Rain - Taeyeon

Fifth Season - Oh My Girl

Dreamcatcher - GFRIEND

Bicycle - RM

Serena Zigvolt:

(Had some trouble thinking of songs for this character.)

MAISON - Dreamcatcher

Kill This Love - Blackpink (It has that military-like sound and it feels pretty fitting)

Picky Picky - Weki Meki

Overdose - EXO

#TWST #Fem!TWST #KPop #Disney Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland #Fem!TWST characters #Fem!Twisted Wonderland #Headcanons

19 notes · View notes

talesfromsiteredacted · 2 years ago

Text

Playdate

Rabbit brings her furry buddy to hang out with the Young Girl. 053 makes a new feline friend, and gets her own fluffy pal.

It's Friday afternoon, and I'm on my way to see 053. I've got Liam, my cat with me in a pet carrier. I'm halfway there when I run into a familiar face. I missed Watch, he's a funny guy, but can still get things done.

"Hey, Rabbit... what's with the pet bag?"

"Taking Liam for a visit. Thought 053 might like to meet my fluffy little nutter. She'll love him, how could she not? He's a sweet goofball."

"Kind of like you, huh? Evelyn is gonna be thrilled. Oh, speaking of, I have to go tend to 035 being his typical ceramic drama queen self, it's not likely I'll be able to see her. Would you kindly give her this? It's a plush cat toy. Which kinda looks like Liam now that I've gotten a look at him. He is a handsome boy, I'll admit." He hands me a medium sized box, wrapped in pink paper, topped with a purple bow.

"You know, you don't need to pull the Bioshock trick on me when it comes to Young Evelyn, I'm happy to visit her. And I'll let her know. Hey, who knows? Maybe you're lucky and 035 might just need a nap or something."

"Unlikely, but weirder things have happened. Thanks, Rabbit. Tell Evie I'll make it up to her with an ice cream party tomorrow. I'll even invite 682, heard he's fond of Rocky road."

"Gotta admit, discount Godzilla knows good ice cream. And Evie will love you for it."

"Dunno, Liam's pretty cute, keep bringing him for visits you may become her favorite Auntie, even take my place as her favorite staffer."

"Come on, Watch. Ice cream sundaes AND 682 back rides? No way I can top that. Besides, it's not a competition, I just want her to have some kind of normal here."

"Normal? You realize where we work, right?"

"You know what I mean. You'd better go, 035 hates waiting. Unless we're waiting on him. Also, would you kindly remind him he needs to keep his clothes on? Ain't nobody want to see him letting it all hang out." Watch laughs at this.

"Using my own tricks on me, huh? Alright. Give Evie a big hug from me."

"The biggest, Watch. I love Evie like she's my own niece. Yes, I know technically I'm an only child, but she's my niece nonetheless." We depart, and I head off to see Evie. I walk into her room, and nearly drop Liam when 053 hugged the stuffing out of me.

"Auntie Rabbit! I missed you." More hugs.

"Hiya Evie! I brought you a new friend to hang out with. Meet my buddy Liam. He's a bit daft, but adorable." I open the carrier, and take out my fluffy little knock-off Turkish Van. Evie squeals.

"He's so fluffy! Is he your cat?"

"Yeah, met my little buddy not long after I transferred here. I found him in one of the site dumpsters, stealing a slice of pizza. Took the little guy in, gave him a bath, and he's been with me since. He likes having his chin rubbed like that, keep going and he'll purr like a jet engine."

"He keeps bumping his head into my hand."

"Yeah, that's him hugging you." I take out the box. "Almost forgot, Watch sent this up with me. He's sorry he can't drop in, he's a bit overloaded with work. It's all boring grown-up stuff, so it's going to be a while. He's got a nice surprise for you tomorrow, though." I hand Evie the box, watching as Liam swats the bow. She opens the gift, and giggles.

"He got me my own Liam! I love him. He really does look like your kitty. He even has the black tail, just like the real Liam."

"Only this Liam won't steal your cheese."

"He steals cheese?"

"Don't most people? He thinks he's a person. And yes, cheese, the odd chip, blue freeze bars but only the blue ones, chicken, he's a food thief. He's not all fluff in the middle."

"He is a little chubby. But really sweet and funny."

"Yeah. He's a good boy."

Evie plays with both Liams, the live cat curling up in her lap. After a few minutes, my Liam starts snoring. He's happy, Evie is happy... mission accomplished.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit #scp 053

5 notes · View notes

uncreative-cryptid · 13 days ago

Text

❝ feeling unknown and you're all alone , flesh and bone , by the telephone . lift up the receiver , i'll make you a believer . ❞

— Personal Jesus ; Depeche Mode

Thoughts I I find it just a teeny tiny bit .. strange that the Sentinel seems to keep themself so inaccessible to it's people that it opens the door for questions and doubt. What an odd thing for a deity to do. My people will never know such doubt.

Hobby I have quite the knack for painting, actually. I find the mere action soothing, and enjoyable. It is a brief reprieve from the usual tasks I have. Have a seat, I think you'd make a wonderful muse for my next piece.

Trouble [ Raziel hums, arms crossing over his chest as his eyes close ] ... Hm? Oh, don't mind me, my head has a mild ache and the light sometimes makes it worse. Fret not, this too shall pass.

Favorite Food Haha, contrary to popular belief among the fellows, I prefer savory foods. Steak Margherita has been my favorite since I've had it, and we on the archipelago are lucky enough to have plenty of live stock and farmland to sustain ourselves.

Disliked Food I'm sure you've heard the rumors that I have a wicked sweet tooth .. which is rather funny, as I've no idea where they've gotten this idea. I don't very much enjoy strong sweets, especially those like ice cream. I'm more of a .. 'savory food and hard liquor' sort, you know?

Ideals I find the world to be fascinating .. Did you know that deer often partake in carnivorous meals when the opportunity is available? An interesting notion, that something so seemingly harmless, something you think would never harm another animal, would happily snap up a rabbit if it deemed fit? One should only hope that they are not the rabbit.

Chat I The archipelago is not actually all that difficult to traverse, though many who end up here are usually wayward ships and .. well, often I hear from those who crash here were turned away from Rinascita, either due to their strict rules on goods, or their tighter-than-a-snare borders, or even simply because The Order decided to cast them out from society for merely voicing a rightful concern. A pity, truly, but I am ever so thankful that the tides and the storms brought them here alive .. usually.

Chat II The Gathering Hall, known as The Hall of Ancients, is where many of the fellows go to gather and feast at the end of the day. It is considered hallow ground. Every evening, people bring dishes and meals and drink to share. The Hall of Ancients is located on the largest landmass, allowing plenty of room for them to gather. I don't always partake of the meals, but I always make it a point to be present, as I enjoy watching them gather and smile. Their eyes hold such a wonderful sense of peace, I hope to preserve it.

Birthday Wishes Happy Birthday, my dearest Owlet. Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you.

Self-Introduction Greetings, I am Raziel Castelle. Worry not, you are safe here. Simply follow the rules and I'm sure we can maintain a cordial relationship.

Greeting Anyone unwilling to face even the darkest parts of their own soul seek only to hide themself. Show me who you truly are.

Join Team I I see it all clearly.

Join Team II You need my help? My, you must be truly desperate to accomplish this correctly.

Join Team III How fascinating ... Alright, I will help.

Idle I [ Raziel's hands extend out and a small cluster of eye shaped apparitions open over his palms, the irises darting around frantically before they suddenly shut closed and disappear ]

Idle II [ A soft sigh leaves Raziel as the smaller pair of wings upon his neck curl forward to cover his mouth as his eyes close ] ... This, too, shall pass.

Idle III [ Raziel stretches all six wings open, revealing the unsettling eye pattern upon his wings .. the screen briefly glitches and Raziel softly giggles ]

Intimacy Lv. 1 Lines

Thoughts II Hm .. ? Oh, you've noticed a strange .. presence around the archipelago? Haha, I would not fret about that. That is probably just The Protector .. she's been here a long time, and she and I share a very long history, so you need not worry of her.

Intimacy Lv. 2 Lines

Thoughts III I have old records that I occasionally enjoy listening to. The sounds of violins and metal strings, plucked and echoed through a hollow wood, accompanied by the sounds of piano .. Hmm .. Ah, apologies, I was just reminiscing on more simple times.

Intimacy Lv. 3 Lines

Thoughts IV A time ago, I had taken to an interesting science. Dissection of living creatures, still breathing and moving .. I believe many would call these a 'vivisection', but there's an interesting art to it. Careful draws of a blade across flesh, delicately opening the body like one would a new book. It's an art in of itself. I've learned quite a bit.

Intimacy Lv. 4 Lines

Thoughts V Bright light can cause headaches .. as you can imagine, being able to 'see everything' at any time can certainly be both a boon and a bane. My home is tucked away within the crevice of the cliffs, and usually the lights are rather low .. it is a special kind of peace to be in such a wonderful place.

Intimacy Lv. 5 Lines

About Demona Oh... so you've discovered her name, hm? Haha, yes, Demona is quite the unique tacet discord, wouldn't you agree? I find her form simply .. divine, if you would. Long ago, horrible men kept her trapped here. Through her and I's divine revelation, we tore through them all, and created a wonderful home here. She ensures the peace is kept, and I guide the souls along. An arrangement so truly divine, not even the Sentinel and his .. resonator .. could dream of having. My people know I am here, know that so long as they follow the rules, Demona and I will keep them safe. Can the Sentinel really say any of that, truly and honestly, when their people don't even know if they're real? Hm .. food for thought, I suppose.

#wuwa #wuthering waves #wuwa oc #raziel #reposted and finished #truly done #and some lore drops here lol

1 note · View note

hrnngsoup · 7 months ago

Text

I had a friend that was extremely happy-go-lucky and cute, she was always short and wholesome and very uh. Claires-vibes.

But one day she came to school in complete goth. She dressed full goth for a year but was her same bubbly self and I thought it was delightful

Anyway

What if cream the rabbit had a goth phase

#cream the rabbit #cream the bunny #sonic fandom

1 note · View note

beauty-and-passion · 3 months ago

Note

My dear! I needed some time, but you needed to! And I am more than happy to reply <3

---------------------------------

Happy to help with healthy tips!

Oh, don't worry, I know sticking to a diet is HARD. My mother has to stick to some diet, but cannot do it and the same goes for my brother. Food is just too good and relaxing too relaxing, I perfectly know.

In fact, what pushed me wasn't "I want to be slim and cool", it was "I don't want to suffer from winter cough anymore". My body basically said: "Either you do something, or I will keep tormenting you forever". I was forced to do something by my own self.

So, if I can give tips and advice that may help, I am more than happy to oblige!

Cooking: is actually a lot easier than it seems! Especially for basic meals, all you have to do is cut vegetables, cut meat or fish, put everything in a pan with olive oil (it's better than butter) salt and water and voila, the stove will do the rest.

Maybe the most difficult task is cleaning raw fish, but once you try, it's easier too: all you have to do is:

clean the scales

cut the belly and take out the organs (they're all conveniently stored in the front, so once they're out you're done)

cut the head, tails and fins (unless you like them? I don't, so I simply cut them out with a knife)

Or you can just buy raw fish/meat already cleaned and done and use them :P

Meals prep: I learned this from my father, but always cook stuff with water. I used to put olive oil only and that was basically like frying - which is the least healthy way to cook. Now I add some water, then let it evaporate while cooking, so in the end there is just a little bit of it in the casserole.

Also, basically zero sauces aside from olive oil, a little bit of salt and vinegar for salads. Only now I'm slowly adding juniper and turmeric but only to season the meat a little. The rest of the time I use oil, salt and I may add one clove of garlic (that I take out before eating) or a little bit of onion just to give a bit more seasoning.

Meals suggestions: I can gladly share some because I searched for ideas, especially at the start, and couldn't find a lot. So if I can save you the trouble of a long research, I am happy to oblige :D

For example, aside from the couscous+vegetable mix, I also planned for this month:

basmati rice with pumpkin soup (I cut the pumpkin, boil it, blend it, let some water evaporate, cook rice on the side, then add it)

basmati rice + spinach (they cook on two separate pans, then I add them together)

gluten-free pasta + chards (just like rice and spinach)

stuffed peppers (grind some zucchini, carrots and potatoes, then add olive oil, mix and put inside the peppers, then in the oven with some water)

potatoes and pumpkin (cut into big pieces and cooked in the oven)

peas and bacon or tuna

spelt soup with zucchini or carrots

chicken breast / rabbit with broccoli, cauliflower and Brussel sprouts (cook separately, then put together)

green beans with potatoes (or any other kind of vegetable)

green beans with corn and olives (cold version for summer)

mackerel with potatoes and zucchini in the oven

cream of pumpkin and carrots (I boil them, blend them, then eat with rusks)

spinach or chard by itself

While for breakfast I planned some meals like:

overnight porridge (I put in a cup oats, greek yogurt, one kiwi, almonds or nuts and honey)

omelet with eggs and vegetables (I can add prosciutto too, to add more proteins)

aged cheese + nuts + honey

rusks and strawberry jam (I use one with no sugar added and no seeds)

cookies with no milk or eggs (they're from a specific brand, so I don't know how they are made. However, I tried to eat them once in a while because they have a lot of carbs - and I'm trying to cut them a bit)

oats + almond milk + fruits

melon and prosciutto or bresaola

fresh fruits and honey

And all of them have one cup of herbal tea included.

Also, if I crave something sweet, I usually go for honey. I am lucky enough to get it from a beekeeper (my cousin), so I am sure it's good. Also, it's natural, so it's way better than any sugary premade/packaged product.

While for exercising, all I can suggest you is:

to arrange a specific room/place/spot specifically for exercising. Put your clothes, mat and everything else already there, so you won't waste time searching for them everywhere.

Possibly, put a mirror too, so you can check if you're doing your exercises well.

Put on nice clothes. They will make you feel better and happier, so you will feel more prone to exercise, just to wear your cute outfit.

There are a ton of apps, so you can rely on them. I used them from the start, because 1) I hate gyms, 2) I hate people around and 3) I'm too lazy to get into the car, go to the gym, change my clothes and follow some training... uuurgh, no thanks. I want something quicker and doing at home it's much better: I decide what to do, do my exercises, take a quick shower and cook my dinner. Best solution for me.

If you get bored easily (like me), apps are great, because you always switch exercises. Don't do the same thing over and over, it will get boring faster. If there's a specific training you like sure, go for it. But if you get bored, you can change anytime.

Last but not least, all you need is willpower and I am sure you will find it. I mean, I found it and I'm a lazy bum, so you can find it too, I am 100% sure of that! And if you need any support, I'm always here, rooting for you! ✨

---------------------------------

A pain that never leaves

My dear, I am near you and I am sending you the biggest virtual hug ever. It's terrible when a loved one leaves and when it's an animal, it's the worst kind of pain.

This one in particular was probably immensely painful and I can only imagine how terrible it was to keep spending time with him, knowing that the clock was ticking and the time was running out. It's terrible and I am immensely sorry for your loss.

The thing is: my neighbours had a very similar experience to your own. They also had a cat and he got sick too. So sick the doctor told them that, if they wanted, they could've kept him alive. But it would've been painful - and for what? Just a couple more months? So, in the end, they decided to let him go.

However, let me point out: their cat was very old. He was 20, so an old boy. And his sickness was something bladder-related, so it was actually very painful for him.

Now I don't know how old your baby was and what kind of disease it was. But if it let him live a bit longer, spend time with his other friend and with you, his beloved owner... I don't think it was a bad decision to keep him alive a bit longer. Also because the other choice is very, very painful.

My neighbors made the other choice and the husband wasn't even able to stay in the same room, when his cat died. He waited outside, crying. His wife stayed with their cat until the end, but seeing her beloved pet close his eyes in front of her... it was heavy. She still remembers it and talks about it with heaviness in her voice.

So... well, maybe it won't be a great consolation, but it would've been hard both ways. Either looking at him go or finding him already dead. It's awful in both cases. It always is.

And you deserve all the time in the world to process this and recover: spend time with your loved one, with your other beloved cat who still needs you, get some time outside, meet your friends. Losses are always hard - and if someone tells you "It's just a cat get over it", tell them from me to jump in a lake.

Also, having both "sides" of what could happen, makes me think about what I will do when my cats will get too old and sick. How will it be? I know it will be painful and I will need a lot of time to recover because they're my first pets too (or, well, my first cats). But what will happen? What will I do? Still don't know. I only know that day will come and I try to cherish our time together as much as possible - and to give them the best possible life. They're our babies and they rely on us: giving them all the love is the bare minimum.

---------------------------------

One step at a time

Again, take all the time, my dear. Find stuff you enjoy, visit friends, eat that sweet sweet treat you were craving. And try to build your life back together one step at a time: sport helps you clean your mind and relax a bit, healthy foods will distract you and make you feel fuller, friends will make you happy and stuff you enjoy will give you more, different stuff to think about.

And don't worry, you will get out. You already did, so you're a tough one! One more bad time? Psssh, that's nothing for a pro like you. You can do anything you want and if you want to get out of it, you will. As always, I am rooting for you 💖

Beau!! Hello! How have you been?

My dearest! I'm sorry for taking this long to reply, but things happened, which means one thing and one thing only: time for a life update post. This time, with healthy tips included ✨

_________________

Sleep is for the weak (and the not-weak)

Last week my mother had knee surgery. She had to do it something like 5 years ago, but hey, better late than never.

The problem wasn't the surgery per se: that went well and she's currently in a clinic for a rehabilitation period, so she can be followed by professionals.

The real problem arose right after the surgery: for the first three days, she was supposed to recover, sleep and start working out asap. But she couldn't do shit, because her roommate was an older lady, who:

had just recovered from Covid but was still suffering from heavy coughs

had dementia and talked by herself all the time

was half-deaf

And that means every goddamn night, that lady kept coughing, snoring and talking. For the entire night non-stop. Loudly.

My mother spent three days without being able to sleep. She managed to get 3/4 hours of sleep in total. With a throbbing, constant pain in the knee because of the surgery.

She asked to be moved elsewhere since day one, but no other room was available. She waited for three days, protesting and crying, until the doctors finally managed to find another room and moved her in immediately.

Now she's still suffering from the pain, but at least she can get some sleep. And the sleep did wonders already: she can bend her knee some more, stand up longer, and do more exercises at the gym. So the moral of the story is that if sleep is important for a healthy person, it becomes essential after such an invasive surgery - and even more if you're stuck in a bed because you can't go anywhere else.

_________________

There is never enough time

This year I finally entered the list of teachers in my area. Thanks to my degree (and the course I followed), I have been able to apply for two positions: German teacher and/or special educator. However, I am also working on getting enough credits to apply for English soon because... well, it's the language I use daily. Even now.

English aside, I know there are a ton of people on that list, so I didn't expect to get a call very soon. And yet, I got one last week and it was for German! Hence why, now (and for a month) I will replace a German teacher in two different schools.

I made something like 6 lessons for now and immediately learned a lot of things, like:

Every student has a different vibe: there's the 16yo who is overexcited, the 17yo who is full of personality and the 18yo who is interesting on a human level. There's the aloof student, the one who wants to learn and the one who looks at you with the happiness of a dead fish.

Speaking of grammar, I don't remember shit about German. Hence why my first "teaching days" have been a race against time of me trying to summarize all the rules of the German language on slides. Imagine putting down all the rules of a language on slides. Now imagine doing it in 3 days, with the nagging fear of "what I will say to the kids next week" and a mother who is constantly crying because she cannot sleep. The word "stress" doesn't convey enough of what I experienced, I was on a tightrope.

There is never enough time. I barely entered the school and immediately found out there are councils to attend and tests to do and students need grades and I should plan them too - but I should prepare the lessons as well and 24 hours are not enough for all this shit.

My need to get everything under control is becoming even more compulsive than usual: every free moment is made of planning, planning and more planning. And yes, that's the reason why I disappeared from Tumblr and from life in general. Only now I am slowly trying to get some of my life back, because after that huge peak of stress, I really need to relax a bit and do something for me and me only - like writing.

_________________

Being healthy can be fun

I've always had symptoms of gastrointestinal reflux, like stomach pains, slow digestion, late meals and being a fast eater in general. And, of course, a goddamn cough that keeps tormenting me for the entire winter, only to magically disappear as soon as spring comes.

Hence why last year I finally went to a gastroenterologist. He too thought I had all the symptoms, but I needed some medical checks to be sure.

Also, since I was bloated and overweight, he told me to follow the typical diet of someone with reflux. Which means:

No milk and dairy products (except very aged cheese), no red meat (i.e. beef, pig), no seafood, no bread, no pasta, no cookies/sweets, no legumes, no fruit (only apples, bananas and kiwis allowed), no drinks except for water, no fried stuff and no spicy/too seasoned stuff

Yes to white meat (poultry, rabbit), fish, vegetables, gluten-free pasta, rusks, eggs

That meant changing A LOT of things. Before that diet, I was eating healthy stuff overall, but I was also eating milk, dairy products, bread, pizza once a week, legumes and a ton of fruits with seeds. Heck, my breakfast was cookies and milk only, every day. Two of the things I couldn't eat anymore.

But hey, the doctor said it, so I followed his advice: I came back home, ate the last piece of my leftover pizza for dinner and gave all the stuff I couldn't eat to my mother. Then I went shopping the day after and got all the "allowed" foods.

I have been following this diet for one year and a half by now. And if the first day I was asking myself "will it work" and "what the heck can I eat", now this is how I live. And a lot of things changed.

First, my breakfast was boring and repetitive. Now I have a ton of options: any kind of vegetable milk, from oat to almond. But also soy yogurt, hummus, rusks, overnight porridge, fresh fruit, almonds and walnuts with honey, aged cheese, prosciutto, bresaola or eggs with vegetables. And always a cup of herbal tea.

Herbal teas are a blessing: almost no calories, but fill up nicely. And I can make them with stuff that grows in my garden, like laurel or mint leaves. Even apple peels are great!

I didn't always eat vegetables before. Now vegetables are on my table 24/7: as a salad, with couscous, with rice, with gluten-free pasta, in a soup, with eggs, together or by themselves.

Vegetables fill you up WAY more than junk foods, for less calories and for a longer time. That means I always eat a full plate of vegetables (sometimes even two plates) and be full for hours, while still losing weight.

Before, I ate too much processed food. It looked healthy (like premade rice, fishsticks, frozen minestrone and so on), but it was not. It never is. That's what made me gain so much weight and I realize it now.

I rediscovered the pleasure of cooking my own meals. Now I cook once a day (for dinner only) and double the amount, so I have the next day's lunch ready. And still, it doesn't take a lot of time: the stove or the oven does most of the job, all I do is cut stuff with a mandoline slicer and put it on a pot/on a pyrex. Also, it's cheaper than premade foods: if I buy the raw ingredients, I spend less money and can make more meals.

Before, my meals were too complicated and I used too many ingredients. Now my meals are much simpler - and that's not just great for my digestive system, but for me too, because I can enjoy the single ingredients more. Also, it takes less time to cook.

In conclusion: what I feared would've been an oppressive regime with limited choices was instead a way for me to discover foods I would've never eaten otherwise. Brussel sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, rice cakes, oatmeal, hummus and Greek yogurt: those are all part of my life now and oh boy, how delicious they are.

In addition to the new diet, I also added a more serious exercise regimen. I am too lazy to go to a gym and I hate having people around, so I brought a yoga mat, put the gym clothes in the same spot and set on a daily alarm. Also, searched for different apps to guide me throughout the exercises and make a training session in my place.

I started with 20-min yoga sessions almost every day. Then added more beginner's training. Then tried tabata, moved to HIIT, then pilates. I just kept raising the bar and made my sessions last longer, until it became a routine. And now my routine includes:

20 min HIIT training (I switch focus between cardio, abs and core, lower and upper body)

20 min pilates

20 min yoga

I follow it 3 to 5 times a week, but I also walk more, use the bicycle and take the stairs. This alone would be pointless, if I am not as active as possible the rest of the day.

The result? I am 153 cm (5ft) tall and before I started this new regime, I weighed 64 kg (141 lb). Now I weigh 46kg (101 lb). I lost 18 kg in total and it has been a constant, slow change. At first 2 kilos every month, then one, sometimes not even one.

And during all this time, I never had huge expectations. I didn't even step on the scale for a long time. I just kept following the diet and doing sport and enjoying it. My only goal was to not get the winter cough.

I didn't even notice real changes, until after a while. They came all together and one day, all my pants were too loose and clothes that were too tight before now fit me perfectly.

And now I still keep that chill attitude: I plan my meals at the beginning of every month, so I can be sure of what to eat every day (also, it makes me happy to know what tasty meal will wait for me). I keep doing my exercises, because they help me relax (especially in these last stressful days).

And yes, once in a while, I get a treat not included in my diet. I mean, a diet is supposed to be what you habitually eat, not a temporary thing: it's only fair there may be things you're not supposed to eat too - like sweet treats, seafood, some dairy stuff or a pizza. What matters is that I can control myself, so I know that I get this treat now, but the rest of the time I will stick to my diet.

And, honestly, most of the time I don't even crave these things. I can eat just some and be okay. I am far from starving, after all, especially if I get some nice food, like today's meal: basmati rice with peas, Brussels sprouts, zucchini and pepperoni for a total of 500 grams aka 2 full plates. As I said, starving is out of question :P

So the moral of the story is:

If you're trying to lose weight and you're doing everything right but still don't lose it, seek medical help. I had no idea what I was doing wrong, until I checked with an expert.

If you get a diet, stick with it religiously, especially at the beginning. Ran from all temptations, because they can be very strong - especially at the beginning. Then you can come back and face them, when you will be in control.

Do some sport, especially yoga. It doesn't just help you lose weight, but clears your mind and makes you feel better. And don't push yourself too much: you're supposed to do it more times a week, so just start slowly and build resistance. It's better to do a little every day, than give your full self one day and recover the next 2 weeks because you're too sore. Once you will get enough strength, you will be the first to realize you want to do more.

Have fun and chill. Results won't come the day after, just do your things, eat good food and do some good exercise. And enjoy life in general: it would be all pointless, otherwise.

#life update #conversation #I hope your weekend is nice and you're having fun #you deserve to have fun and be happy #death is part of life so it's inevitable (unfortunately)#but we have loved ones to cheer us up #and memories that make our loved ones live forever #you will get over it and things will go better #I am sure of it

11 notes · View notes