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choi yeonjun. nancy mcdonie. lee gahyeon. kim sunwoo. kim doyeon. choi san. kim sihyeon. yang jeongin.

執着型 [ shuuchaku-gata ] obsessive.

"where were you? who were you with? what were you doing? why didn't you answer my messages? oh come on darling, don't be like that...I've been waiting for hours!"

[ PROFILE 1. ]

choi yeonjun.

5'11. 21 yrs old. September 13th, 1999. virgo. blood type a. born in seoul, south korea

at age 14 yeonjun was sent to a boarding school in japan, this is where he discovered his...tendencies. halfway through his first year he met a girl, kang iseul. he was instantly infatuated with her, he had an impulsive urge to know every little thing about her. to do so he befriended her, using his appearance and charms to win her over and eventually made her his. the euphoric rush that ran through his body when she was officially his was like nothing he'd ever felt before. she was finally his and he didn't intend on letting go, not without a fight at least. he was in for a shock when one day she tried to run away after his true colors started to show. unfortunately her best friend was killed by yeonjun for trying to help her, but she did escape.

he's a switch with no lean. a hard/soft dom or obedient sub all just depends on his mood and how he's feeling

[ PROFILE 2. ]

nancy mcdonie.

5'4. 21 yrs old. april 13th, 2000. aries. blood type o. born in daegu, south korea.

nancy was always a little obsessed with things, she'd go through phases too. she would find one new hobby/thing that intrigued her and hyper fixate on it for a few months. then, just like that it would be forgotten as if it had never happened. it started from a young age too, so when she would tell all her friends and family about the boy she met it came as no surprise to them. soon enough he was all she talked about, all she cared about, it was true obsession. everyone around her thought that it was just a phase like everything else, but they were sadly mistaken. the day he broke up with her, she lashed out. screaming that he couldn't break up with her, no she wouldn't let him break up with her. even after that day she would never stop talking about him, she tried to stay involved with his life as much as she could and even ended up scaring away any potential lovers. she never stopped either, until she had no choice when he moved away.

she's a sub, usually obedient but can be bratty if she's in a mood.

ストーカー型 [ sutookaa-gata ] stalker.

"how did I know? I'm always with you, following you...watching you...it's only because I love you"

[ PROFILE 3. ]

lee gahyeon.

5'3. 22 yrs old. february 3rd, 1999. aquarius. blood type ab. born in seongnam, south korea.

she was so excited when her crush asked her out, she couldn't contain herself. the problem was, it's difficult to get to know someone when you already know everything about them. she'd been stalking him ever since he caught her eye, every single day. she'd follow him to and from school, to his friends house, wherever he went she usually wasn't far behind. he could never find out about that side of her though, so she played along. laughing at childhood stories she heard him tell previously, pretending to be shocked when learning things she already knew. even after they began dating she continued to stalk him, he noticed things were off. she was the one he confided his "paranoia" in and she was the one who reassured him, but little did he know she was the cause of it all.

she's a sub, also obedient but can be bratty if she feels like it.

[ PROFILE 4. ]

kim sunwoo.

5'10. 21 yrs old. april 12th, 2000. aries. blood type b. born in seongnam gyeonggi, south korea.

unlike gahyeon, sunwoo was not always a stalker. he'd heard of stalkers but it never peaked his interest, he didn't even take any note of his slightly possessive tendencies. until his first relationship that is, his first partner showed signs of cheating. he might not have realized his own possessiveness and how it was seemingly growing stronger, but he was no fool. all the coming home late, the scent of another person that was not their own flooding the house when they entered. so he began following them around, at first it was...innocent, or as innocent as stalking could be. they were cheating, this made his possessiveness shoot through the roof. he was most aggressive and warned his partner that they do not want to do that again. they listened, and he continued to stalk them, it turned into a fun...game of sorts.

he's a switch with a sub lean, soft dom/occasionally bratty sub.

独占型 [ dokusen-gata ] monopoly.

"who were you talking to? do they know me? no no, do they know you're mine?"

[ PROFILE 5. ]

kim doyeon.

5'8. 21 yrs old. december 4th, 1999. saggitarius. blood type o. born in wonju-gangwon, south korea

doyeon had always been just about as normal as you could get. until she got a boyfriend, she was possessive of him sure...but it was nothing too extreme. until she started having doubts, all the gorgeous girls that would go up to him, flirting and doing who knows what when she wasn't around. she made it her mission to let everyone know he was hers and she was his, wether it meant glueing herself to him or just reminding everyone at school on the daily. ever since he broke up with her, her tendencies only grow stronger and more extreme with each passing minute.

she's a sub, brat tendencies but will be obedient sometimes

[ PROFILE 6. ]

choi san.

5'9. 21 yrs old. july 10th, 1999. cancer. blood type b. born in namhae-south gyeonsan, south korea.

san's first love was a girl in his sister's class, was she a year older than him? yes, but he didn't care. despite all the people telling him he would never date her, he proved them wrong and he did. everything was perfect, they were both madly in love with each other, spending every minute of every waking day together. until something happened that san hadn't expected, his sister began to steal his girlfriend. well "steal" in his definition at least, she'd wanted to talk with his girlfriend every once in a while before he knew it they were always together and it seemed as if he was the real third wheel, this pissed him off more than anything. he got fed up one day and got into a physical fight with his sister, shouting about how the girl belonged to him and only him. from then on out he's made sure to stay in the middle of every single relationship.

he's a switch with no lean hard/soft dom or obedient/bratty sub, it all depends

排除型 [ haijo-gata ] removal.

"you haven't seen them in a while? I'm sure they're alright darling, after all I'm the only one you need. isn't that right?"

[ PROFILE 7. ]

kim sihyeon.

5'6. 21 yrs old. august 5th, 1999. leo. blood type b. born in bundang-gu, seongnam-si, south korea.

she's a sub, usually bratty but can be obedient too

[ PROFILE 8. ]

yang jeongin.

5'8. 20 yrs old. february 8th, 2001. aquarius. blood type a. born in busan, south korea.

he's a switch with a slight sub lean but can be a soft dom

sihyeon and jeongin's stories go together, they were childhood friends and neighbors. eventually they realized that they had feelings for each other, but this soon after developed into a toxic mindset. the thought that they only need each other, no one else. one by one people from the other's life began to disappear, especially anyone who could be a romantic rival. they were both oblivious to the other's actions until each confronted the other, instead of being upset they were each ecstatic. ecstatic that the other felt the same, that they were the only person they needed in their life

notes/rules

this isn't an accurate representation of any of the members/their companies/groups nor am I claiming to be them!

all of the members are bisexual with no lean

all of the members are yanderes [ obviously ] so they will act as such, however some can be more possessive than others at times

the ones who can be the most possessive are sihyeon and jeongin and the least are yeonjun and nancy

sihyeon and jeongin are obviously not still dating, it was just for backstory/plot purposes

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nsfw is 18+ but purely sfw option is available if you aren't comfortable with it or if you're below 18

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they all use the traffic light system

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heavenunderthemoon · 4 years

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Growing Pains- Spencer Reid x Reader {Chapter Two}

Prologue, Chapter one

The newly acquired I.D. badge battered her hip as y/n entered the bullpen, the heavy glass door shutting with a 'click' behind her.

It was as hectic as it normally was on a Wednesday on the Behavioral Analysis Unit's floor. Clerical agents walked to and fro amongst the sea of desks and strangely enough, rather than being overwhelmed by the vast amount of bustle before her, the newly entered female's lips quirked a bit at the corners at the constant foot traffic.

She hadn't heard him, Spencer thought with reassurance. Of course she hadn't heard him. A whisper, your name dancing across his tongue in a moment of surprise as you had entered, lost into the wind, floating into the abyss that was the sixth floor of the federal building, only heard to the small group surrounding him.

But not to you. Not to the woman whose eyes had sharp swept the room, passing over him with ease. A small part of him was struck with a small horrific thought: Was he forgettable? Forgettable enough that you had forgotten him entirely, all those years of whispered secrets, tree climbing, and treasure burying? All the years that you had knocked on his front door, bidding his mother a hello regardless of the mood she was in, strutting into his room until you flopped onto his floor (even if he was okay with pinky promises, slow dances, and arms thrown over his shoulder he never could allow you to sit on his bed and you were okay with that). Had you erased him from your memory?

And then another terrible, stomach-twisting, nausea-inducing thought struck next: Did you recognize him and simply steel yourself to appear ad if you hadn't? Did you not want to recognize him? The fizzling of your friendship had been neutral, he could remember that clearly. His mind wouldn't allow anything different. His mind had been haunting him all morning and it taunted him once more, sucking him into the last conversation he could recall the two of you sharing.

"Hold on, Spencer," Your father's gruff voice asked the boy, and the Reid boy nodded despite the man not being able to see him. Your father always had that affect on him. The hard stares, narrowed eyes, stiff posture; It all told the Reid boy that the man lived in a cloud of suspicion around his relationship with you. Friendship, Spencer corrected himself mentally, cheeks heating up at the mere thought of anything more.

There was shuffling on the other end of the phone, your father yelling for you to hurry up and the sound of your loud footsteps. He could close his eyes, imagining precisely what your movements would be. He could see you clamoring down the stairs, jumping halfway down the staircase because you were a bit too impatient to actually walk down them all the way. He could see you rounding the corner, the way your hand would use the bannister as a device to twist yourself around the corner, coming into the eye line of your father. He could see all the forgotten work boots and soccer cleats that lay discarded near your kitchen door (your brothers were awful at putting them away and your father hardly cared enough to tell them not to. Even you had a pair of sneakers propped against the baseboards.).

"It's Spencer." Your father said in that tone he used with the boy, saying his name similar to how Spencer might have said he had found a bug on his shoe- petulant and irritated- and suddenly he was opening his eyes back up, grateful to be in that stuffy phonebooth, the hot sun beating through the tempered glass window panes.

"Sherlock?" Your voice sounded different, he decided immediately. Deeper, but not by too much. He wondered if you had grown in the time between your last sighting of eachother (a full year, at this point). He wondered if your hair was longer- before he left, you had convinced yourself that cutting your own hair was a good idea. You had been obsessed with the Bangles and Susanna's bangs were the peak of your hyper-fixation. He had tried to talk you out of it, but, you were, well, you. You were a 'do first, think second 'person. You always had been. You had been when you broke your arm in the fifth grade deciding to make the leap from your roof to your father's truck bed (It was much farther than you had estimated). You had been when you kept the fish you had won from a carnival (Pickles the Fish had not lasted very long in the Y/L/N household, his bowl a bit too close to the cat's resting place). And you were when you had stood in your bathroom, Spencer sitting on the bathtub's ledge as he covered his eyes, his green orbs peaking out from open fingers, watching as you chopped your hair with kitchen scissors.

"Watson." The nickname, one he hadn't spoken in what seemed like ages flowed freely from his lips. He remembered when he had first introduced you to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. how you had leant against him underneath the shade of that old Willow tree at the end of the block. Your head on his leg, his own propped up on the trunk of that tree. Your initials were carved onto it- Spencer's idea, surprisingly, and it showed by the sloppiness of that carving because his mother hardly ever let him near knives. And under the shade of that tree, the wind whistling through the barren branches he had read, hardly stumbling over the large words before him and even if you didn't quite understand everything he was saying you listened because this was one of the few times he didn't stutter- not once.

"You were supposed to call last night." You said sullenly. It was true. You had scheduled your call times for at least once a month on the third Wednesday of each month. It was the only days you got out of school early, early enough to catch him when he wasn't in lecture or seminars or library study sessions.

The boy's eyes flickered down to his shoes. Sneakers- you would be proud. He had never worn Converse before. He was lucky if his mother remembered to buy groceries, let alone new shoes and the boy found himself grabbing the cheapest pair at Salvation army's and Thrift Stores. He had seen the chucks on you often enough, how free you looked when you ran across the desert roads, shoes against pavement. And now, away from home he had splurged and gotten a pair, a small piece of you, a small piece of home.

"I know, I'm sorry. I got caught up in my book-"

You sighed and Spencer could tell you were wishing he had a better excuse. A better excuse than getting lost in the pages of something he could've read later. Something he could have set aside for time spent talking to you. But, because it was you, he knew you wouldn't say that. You wouldn't express your feelings because you had never really been good at that unless it was also followed with a swift punch to the gut.

"I'm sorry." He settled, and just like that you were telling him about the current events in his hometown, how his mother was, how the boys that had once chased him through the halls were finding themselves after graduating, but he could tell a shift in your tone, a loss of trust, and a pang of hurt.

"Spencer. Spencer." JJ's voice made the Reid man glance up from where he had been staring at you- or where you had been? A quick glance around the room had him planting his eyes on your moving figure. Your boots made swift, definite steps across the bullpen, eyes focused solely on Hotch's door until you reached it.

"You know her?" JJ asked and, apparently, it was just a repeated question because Spencer could tell that the agents surrounding him were staring at him intently, analyzing the way his cheeks had flushed, skin paling, eyes widening at just the mere appearance of the woman that was now entering the Unit Chief's office.

Spencer tried to think of what to say. 'You know her?'

Did he?

Did he know you? Or had he known you? The two were very different. He had known you before. before those promises set in stone by pinkies were broken and before he had outgrown that necklace you had given him all those years ago. He had known you when you had told him your 'happy place' was the beach and when Spencer had very expertly questioned how that could possibly be as you had never even been to a beach before, you had glared at him until he took it back.

And you had known him. You had known him when he was forced to ride on your bike's handlebars whenever he wanted to go the library (Your bike had a basket that he could fit all of his books on and his did not). You knew him when he broke that snow globe in the cornerstone that one holiday season, how his face had morphed into one of horror at the idea of getting into trouble. You knew how you had taken the fault for that incident, hating how the boy's hands had started shaking when the storeowner had asked who had done it.

You had known each other, sure. but did he know you?

His eyes watched your hand go out to shake Hotch's, the smile on your lips enough to make him want to faint, the mere weight of his memories pulling at his brain.

"Kid? Kid, you really don't look good." Morgan was expressing his concerns and Spencer had half a mind to tell him that the reason he might not look so good was because he was, in fact, not good. He was not good because this was one of the few times in his life that his past caught up to the present. When he was forced to relive those memories from so long ago, from a time that he tried to keep very, very separate from the now. A time that he had all but run from, packing his belongings in that teeny-tiny duffel bag (you had helped him pick it out, he realized with a frown) and boarded that bus to Cal-Tech.

"I'm-" Fine? Spencer didn't have a clue what he would say, which, he would suppose would be a first, but the embarrassment that would have caused was halted because the Unit Chief's door was opening and Aaron Hotchner was extending a hand to you, as if showing you off and the team was standing, like a crowd waiting to see the newest performer.

And there you were, your front finally facing him. Your eyes were that same, chocolate-y brown color that he could feel himself getting lost in. They held that same sharpness, that fierceness in your eyes that Spencer had seen directed always at those who tried to mess him and never at he, himself. A fierceness that had hardly needed the support of your quick tongue and curled fists but received it anyways. A watch on your wrist glinted, the leather worn and sun-soaked. Even from where he sat, his vision minority blocked from Derek's muscular body standing in the way, Spencer could see the familiar material, the government-issued time-piece recognized by the team of agents immediately.

Had you served time in the military? Spencer would've guessed so, if not for the go-bag in your hand displaying the military insignia, but the way your shoulders were poised back, pin straight and at attention. Or the way your eyes swept the floor, checking doors, windows, standard procedure. Where had you been? Spencer asked himself. What had you seen? What had you done? Without him, he tacked on as an afterthought, because maybe if he had kept on top of the friendship, stoked those withering flames of your relationship, things might've turned out differently. He wouldn't be sinking into his chair as Hotch pointed out to the floor, introducing each member.

"...And you can meet everybody. Everybody, this is Y/N L/N. Y/n, this is Jennifer Jareau, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, and Spencer Reid."

And just like that, the fierceness was gone. The rigidity, the stoic-like confidence, the intimidating stance, and Spencer could just about see the girl who had cut her hair with those kitchen scissors, the shock on your face and locks on the floor. It was all gone and your eyes were searching the crowd of agents just introduced to you and when they landed on the one you had been searching for, that lanky figure that looked so much like the one you had thought you would never see again, your lips parted in shock.

"Spencer?"

#spencer reid x reader #Spencer Reid fic #spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #Criminal Minds #jennifer jareau x reader #emily prentiss x reader

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fandoms-are-my-friends-1321 · 4 years

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Fun and Games

Alright, so I figured I would spice things up a bit and post something else besides The Lost Boys(it’s my current hyper fixation. I’m sorry). Anyway, here’s a little Sherlock x Reader. Hope you all enjoy it! Gif and characters are not mine

Description: The Reader and Sherlock are in the flat waiting for a new case. When the boredom becomes to much to handle, they pull out some board games to pass the time.

Warnings: very mild swearing, otherwise it’s just fluff

Having no cases was one of the worst feelings for Sherlock. They kept him busy, and without them he felt a little lost. Sure he could work on a new experiment, but even that would lose its flare at some point. His partner in crime, Y/N, was the same way. They had become so wrapped in all of the crazy adventures, that when everything was finally peaceful, it left an empty feeling in their chest.

Y/N paced the floor, their shoes lightly thumping on the wood. They eventually take a seat by the window, and looked down at the street below. They could see a happy couple walking by, and a few taxis made there way through the streets. Otherwise, it was completely quiet. John had left earlier that day to go on a date with Mary, leaving Y/N and Sherlock alone in the flat.

“Bored,” Sherlock mumbled to himself as he slouched further down in his favorite chair.

“What was that,” Y/N asked as they continued to look out the window.

“I’m bored, Y/N! There aren’t any cases! I’m tempted to go out and stir up some trouble,” Sherlock stated as he sprung up from his seat. It was his turn to pace across the floor.

Y/N turned away from the window and let out a chuckle. “I don’t think stirring up trouble would be a good idea. Your brother wouldn’t be to pleased.”

“I don’t care what my brother thinks.”

Sherlock stood in the middle of the room, and he looked around at everything aimlessly. He was the greatest consulting detective in London, so surely he could find something to cure his boredom. Y/N simply watched him. However, their eyes soon filled with an excited sparkle.

Y/N leaped from their seat and ran into the other room. “I know exactly what we can do,” they shouted. They emerged with a brown box in their arms. They placed it down on the coffee table, and it made a large thud that echoed through the flat.

Sherlock turned towards Y/N as he tried to look at what they had put on the table. “What’s in the box?”

“Something that will cure our boredom.”

Y/N pulled out one of the contents of the box. It was a board game. The title, “Hi-Ho Cherry-O!”, stretched across the front of the box in bright orange letters. “This is one of my favorite childhood games,” Y/N added as they started to put the game together.

“What are the rules,” Sherlock asked as he took a seat across from Y/N.

“You spin to see how many cherries you can take off of the tree. If you land on the bird or the dog, you have to put two cherries back on the tree. If you land on the spilled basket, then all of your cherries have to go back on the tree,” Y/N explained.

“What if I don’t have any cherries?”

“Then your turn is skipped.”

Sherlock was a bit apprehensive about the game, mostly because he wasn’t sure if it would cure his boredom, but it was worth a try. The two started to play the game, and it seemed like Sherlock was going to win. However, the spinner landed on the spilled basket during his next turn.

“This game is childish,” Sherlock uttered nonchalantly as he flipped the board up with his hand. The action sent all of the tiny, ruby cherries in all directions. Y/N tried to hide their anger as they pulled a cherry out of the inside of their shirt. “Fine, let’s try something else.”

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John slowly made his way up the stairs, a smile plastered on his face. He had a lovely date with Mary, and the happy feeling had stayed with him throughout the day. Nothing could ruin his good mood, and he was looking forward to a relaxing evening. Little did John know that he was in for a nasty shock.

He could hear the yelling before he even opened the door. As he made his way inside, the main room looked like a war zone. Monopoly money littered the floor, along with other board game pieces. John almost slipped on a couple of stray cherries as well. At one end of the room, Y/N was stationed behind John’s chair, and Sherlock was behind his chair. Both of them were screaming at each other.

“You are acting like a child,” Y/N shouted.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t make me play these dumb, childish games, I wouldn’t be acting like a child,” Sherlock fired back.

“What the hell is going on here,” John added as he tried to yell over his two flat mates. They both turned to look at him.

“I tried to find something to do, but apparently my games aren’t up to Sherlock’s standards,” Y/N said. Their words earned an eye roll from Sherlock.

“You are both acting like children. Now, you need to make up and take care of this mess,” John ordered as he stormed off into the kitchen. Sherlock and Y/N glanced at each other, the realization of how petty their actions were finally setting in.

Sherlock sighed as his blue eyes met Y/N’s. “I’m sorry for making a mess. You were only trying to help.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N affirmed, “I wasn’t exactly helping the situation either.”

The two then worked together to clean up the mess they made, and within a half an hour, the room was looking spotless. Sherlock stepped towards Y/N and wrapped an arm around their waist. “Can I confess something?”

“Of course,” Y/N said as they smiled at him.

“I was actually enjoying the games, but I didn’t want to lose.”

Y/N began to laugh as they lightly punched Sherlock’s shoulder. “I knew it!”

John entered the room, and he was glad to see that his friends had made amends. Sherlock looked at John as he made his way to his seat.

“You want to play a game,” Sherlock asked John.

“Ha, no,” John answered quickly.

Even though John wasn’t up for any fun and games, Sherlock wasn’t as bored as he was before. Even better, he got to spend the afternoon with Y/N.

#sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x reader fluff #sherlock holmes x reader #john watson #bbc sherlock #x reader #fluff #one shot

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ec-makes-stuff · 4 years

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All the art I did for rottmnt week! I was going to do a doodle for Day 5, but that would be Donnie in a hoodie.

Day 6! Fav Scene/Episode: When Donnie is making that nails on a chalk board screech-wheeze bc that’s a whole ass mood and any episode with some family bonding like lair games or sick day!

Day 7! Why we love rottmnt: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is the first hyper fixation I can remember and I actually my very first friend in third grade through it. It’s so dear to my heart and to see such a beautiful and new version of it is a dream come true. I’m really glad I got back into it and I feel more welcomed and open then I have in a long time.

(Pst, click for the captions!)

#tmnt #rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt week #rottmnt leo #rottmnt big mama #rottmnt foot recruit #OC #Rottmnt OC #Leatherhead #miyamoto usagi #rottmnt leatherhead #rotttmnt usagi #Scribbles

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silkofsea · 3 years

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Examples of self care:

Healing baths, herb infused candles, hot cocoa, comfort movies, boundaries, soft blankets, reading, pulling tarot, resting, spending time in the sun, taking it easy on yourself, comfort movies, taking time alone if you need it, meditating, manifesting, journaling, letting yourself feel your emotions, crying, music, singing, dancing, being gentle with yourself, listening to the world, thinking (but not over thinking), questioning, accepting, a safe space, interaction with those who make you feel safe, making difficult decisions, putting yourself first, holding compassion, french onion soup, drinking water, having a full belly, waking up feeling rested, fresh herbs, researching new things, keeping healthy relationships, limiting escapist attitudes, going to therapy, healthy hair, moisturized skin, sushi, keeping healthy habits, balancing, cuddle buddies, weirdly comfortable flexible resting poses, poetry, not ignoring yourself, doing what you want, avoiding gossip, avoiding overindulgence, avoiding dependency, hot showers, knit blankets, good dreams, shadow work, smelling flowers, candlelight, clean rooms, calling yourself out on negative habits, fresh air, confiding in a friend, surrounding yourself with good people, fresh food, playing in crunchy leaves, touching snow, grounding, stretching, writing, talking about hyper fixations, stimming comfortably, ticking comfortably, petting animals, admiring marble statues, making mood boards, brainstorming tattoos, making lists, exploring, spending time with yourself, spending time with your support circle, quoting your favorite movie lines, shirley temples, engaging your inner child, loving, letting go of what no longer serves you, dressing up, dressing down, doing your makeup, washing your face, reminiscing (healthily), collecting things, creating, milkshakes, sleep, feeling flower petals, being patient with yourself, centering, understanding, crawling into bed after a long day, pacing yourself, hugs, connecting, relaxing…

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thedappleddragon · 3 years

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how's about 4 days worth of logs because I kept getting too sleepy ok go

Today I fucked around made a lot of pasta spent too much time outside with my cat cut some more paw pattern pieces hand sewed the fingers as much as I could started makin the lining but gave up took a shower and did some much needed moisturizing did dishes ate candy and drew caras oc and started Anna’s final render but I need to do some cleanups

I woke up from a dream that my mom got the dog she signed up for but it was like a golden retriever that actually turn into a fat copy of my cat with bad eyes. Had a bagel for breakfast and saw my dad got chive and onion cream cheese :) Igot ready for the dmv and realized I should probably do laundry soon and put away clothes I’ve let pile up. Left for dmv after a while, went around the area a little bit, it started raining, waited inside dmv, a little nervous but not much, talked to same lady as last time (she was very nice and funny :) ) we had to sprint outside to the car because it was POURING OUTSIDE during the first half of the test and suddenly cleared up the second half. Ran over a big puddle. HOORAY I PASSED! Picked up subway, at half at home, went to grandparents house to look at old photos and read my moms old diary from her last family vacation before marrying my dad, stayed for entirely too long, came home, finished subway, laid down, drew and finished the princess lineup, now it’s only 1 am butn sleepy good night. Perhaps I will remember to post the past 2 days in the morning. Yesterday made 2 pastas and resin-Ed old new leaf charm

Writing the days summary through text for the 3rd day in a row because I am sleepy

I woke up pretty damn early, before 9am. Went outside with my cat, played webkinz, snacked. Then mom asked me to pick up her city barbecue which was my first time driving truly all by myself. I trusted myself to know how to get there but I was one street over and then going from the wrong direction and had to turn around, it was a mess. But I got the food just fine and got home safely and without problem. I wanted to drive a little more, so I went to the park, walked a lap around the perimeter, and came back home, sitting in the driveway for a little bit. I hung out for a bit, played stardew valley, quit because I accidentally died in the volcano, fucked around, idk. My friends ex tried snapping me but I didn’t answer and instead texted shit about him with the groupchat. Then we started talking about lgbt labels which tbh made me a little mad and overwhelmed and frustrated, and people were talking faster than I could type, and we talked about asexuality and lack thereof and everyone got uncomfy and fuckin. AAAAAAAH. I got mad and got a headache from hitting myself stimming and decided to try calming down by washing my hair in the dark. I like showing in total darkness occasionally. There’s nothing I need to see anyway lmao. I found myself not even noticing it was dark if that makes sense. Then my dad scared me by opening the door which I didn’t realize I hadn’t locked and telling me dinner was ready. I ate and we talked a little bit about job applications until I went back to bed and got in a weird board mood, and a mint chocolate chip Klondike bar, and now I’m going to sleep I guess. Lily is better at eating and existing on the floor like an animal after I put her food on the floor

today was very rainy and nice. I went with my sister to drive around and pick up food for mom. we dropped it off at home and went to go get our own food. Emily got a gyro and I got 5 guys. the gyro place had a little store attached off to the side with very cramped isles and kinder eggs, which was interesting because I thought they were still banned in America. 5 guys was very overwhelming because of how busy it was. after getting our food we drove to the top of the parking garage and ate there, looking over the main roads and stores and everything, watching the rain. we ate and watched tiktoks and hung out until we decided to go to mcdonlds for water. 2 large waters was only 54 cents so I paid in coins lmao. we sat in the target parking lot for a moment before shopping around. Emily got some shorts and a face wash, and I got a succulent in a bunny shaped pot. I'm 80% sure there's not any dirt in there, and the succulent is glued in, so I got it mostly for the pot. it looks like the bunny is holding the plant, so I think I'll use it for holding pens when the plant dies. right now it’s sitting on my window, looking very cute. after driving home I sat in the car for a bit watching tiktoks until my sister called me and my phone died. apparently my cat was looking for me and even jumped up onto my sister’s bed. so I spent some time in bed just hanging out with her, playing Webkinz and hopping onto animal jam for th first time in months. theyve added some stuff which is cool I guess. I'm not gonna try to log in every day like I did when I was hyper fixated on animal jam, feral, waking, and Webkinz Next all at the same time. that was A Time. maybe I'll jump onto feral tomorrow to see what’s up there. it’s a very pretty game, and the few mini games they have are fun. I just wish there were easier ways to get new avatars, or at least have more than one design for one species. bleh. anyways my friend sent a tiktok she made about our friend group so I spent the next several hours drawing it but as our royal bloodshed au sonas. saving all the frames to my camera roll filled up my phone and I had to delete Tumblr. its fine because I haven been able to use it on mobile for over a year now I think. my phone is so stupidly fulll because I don't delete messages or pictures x-x I just need to upload them all to a drive and delete them all or something. im proud of the animatic but I've only gotten one response in the grouch so far, probably because everyone’s asleep lmao. now it’s midnight and I'm just gonna take a Tylenol and hang out until I fall asleep.

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #long post #April 2021 daily #2021 daily

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The Fishbone and The Firelily (Part 21)

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sokka asked again when they found themselves in the shadow of the boat a few days after.

“Have I ever been the type of person to flee a battle?” Azula asked.

“This isn’t a battle—” He started only to be cut off by the princess.

“It is a battle. Between me and the cave spirit.” She paused, “at the very least it’s a battle against the nightmares that won’t let me truly leave that cave.”

“Are we bringing the whole crew?” Sokka asked, “I would feel safer if we did.”

“All of them and Zuko, he’s been dying to meet the spirit who made me cry. He’s a big fan.” Azula replied.

“It’ll be interesting to see Suki again.” Sokka noted. Toph was the first to arrive, she took her time though, opting to chat it up with Iroh before actually boarding the ship. This left Katara and Aang to ascend the ramp first. Suki was the last to trail up, she brought TyLee along with her, leaving Azula to admit that she wasn’t prepared for that particular reunion. Of course the girl flung herself into Azula’s arms.

“You can’t hold a grudge like Mai can.” Azula assessed as TyLee rubbed her head against her neck.

“I can’t hold a grudge at all.” She confessed. “How have you been!? I’ve heard that you’ve been through a lot?”

“You’ve heard correct.” Azula replied. She spent a good duration elaborating. At times Sokka would offer his perspective on the tale. “I suppose it was worth the struggle, knowing what I have now.” She finished.

“Hmm.” TyLee rubbed her chin “You and Sokka. He doesn’t seem like your type.”

“I still talk to you, don’t I?” Azula asked.

“You do!” She exclaimed, a look of knowing lighting her face. She hummed to her self again before saying, “you two are kinda cute.”

“Well now that I have your permission…” Hit with a sudden wave of dizziness, Azula trailed off. “I’m going to take a seat, feel free to join me.” She found herself a chair. Gazing at the passing waves, she wondered of she was more anxious than she anticipated.

“You alright?” TyLee asked.

“I will be. Just give me a moment.”

Sokka filled the chair next to her and Suki, the one next to his. “So what’s our plan?” He inquired.

“Well it would be a good start to find the mangrove, after we do that it should be easy; while we go find the heart pool again, the jungle will be prepped for our wedding ceremony.” She drummed her fingers on the table. “Ideally, it will be ready for us when we get back.” She added. “It will take us a few day s to get to the cave, I can’t imagine that things won’t be in order by then.”

“I can’t say that I’m eager to go back there.” Suki shuddered.

“Hogoseki seemed to like you about as much as he likes me.” Azula said.

“Why do you want to go back there? He wants you dead.” She asked. The princess was beginning to gather that any leftover animosity had been dwindled away by distance and time. Or maybe it was that she’d simply found a problem where one had never been.

“I need the nightmares to stop. I need my bending. At least one would be enough.” Azula replied.

“Alright.” Katara spoke as she closed the distance between herself and the others. “I’ve picked out a few things, that I think we’ll need. This time I packed some food for us.”

“That should move things along quicker.” Azula noted. “Did you gather a change of clothes?”

“Two changes. Toph and Aang are ready too.”

“And you two?” Azula asked.

“Just about.” Sokka answered.

“And Zu-Zu?” She paused and added quietly to herself, “is probably not ready.”

“He still has a bit of work to do.” Katara confirmed, “I’ll get him moving.”

“Please do.” Azula turned to TyLee, “are you coming along?”

TyLee toyed with her braid. “I was actually hoping to help out with the wedding, I really like planning parties. I think I have a few neat ideas already.” She smiled.

“I’ll leave you in charge of it, how does that sound?”

In response, TyLee snuggled the princess again. Azula almost wanted to say that the acrobat found the entire affair to be more joyous than she and Sokka did. The chipper woman always did have an affection for all things romantic. She felt rather secure in leaving her in charge.

.oOo.

Being back in the Forgetful Valley and near the mangrove brought a messy tangle of feelings—some of them pleasant and others far less so. Sokka hoped that they could see more of the optimistic parts of the first trip. He couldn’t imagine that it could be any worse than their first adventure, especially with Azula in an infinitely sturdier frame of mind. The former firebender seemed to be in very high spirits as of late—in general the team morale seemed optimal for another journey. The only tension he could discern was the underlying anxious anticipation that seemed to ebb off of all of them, Azula in particular. Sokka watched her give a few final instructions and wedding must-have’s to TyLee before she came to stand with the rest of them, leaving the acrobat to skip off and start giving commands of her own.

“It’s a beautiful day.” Suki noted.

“Considering the storm we went through last time, it better stay that way.” Katara muttered.

The duration of their travels proved to be every bit as uneventful as Sokka had hoped. Three days in they were met with a small sprinkle. It was a welcomed rain as the day had been nearly unbearably humid. A soft mist rolled along the ground as dusk set in. It was Suki’s idea to go for a swim; they were getting wet anyhow so they might as well. They all had changes of clothes so no one had any qualms about sacrificing one pair. Before long they became immersed in friendly competition. Zuko and Azula facing Katara and Sokka, seeing who could knock who off of whose shoulders first. The winner faced Suki and Toph with Aang as a spectator. Sokka could always count on his fiancé to get much too invested in it. They found that she and Zuko made a ridiculously powerful team. Sokka liked to believe that, that was why their father had been so hellbent on pitting the two against one another. No less, by the time they dragged themselves back to shore the only one still in a hyper mood was the avatar. That night brought another dusting of rain, so instead of sleeping under the stars, Toph crafted a cluster of tents. Granted it had taken a small degree of bribery.

The next day set them back into their regular routine; trek the jungle, hunt, sleep, and resume the hike. This left Sokka with an ample amount of time to quietly reminisce. To look forward at Azula and see how comfortable she had become in conversing with the others. To hear her joke about how Muzuko would be the best man at their wedding. It was just as well for him to notice how Suki had changed. She was speaking of a new relationship with a man named Oato, a man whom TyLee introduced her to. She was very much the same feisty woman he’d fallen for so long ago, but she’d let go of a lot of the stubbornness that made her tricky to work with. In a sense she and Azula had much in common. He considered that, that may have been exactly why the two had clashed in the first place and why they so easily resumed a friendship he thought they’d lost.

The mood grew grimmer, though, when they stood at the entrance of the mountain cave. A host of foul memories resurfaced. Zuko, unaware of just how dismal the cave was, seemed to feed off of this energy and despite his lack of experience, found himself rather reluctant to press forward. Especially when faced with Azula’s subtle hesitance. The cave itself took time to navigate. It had changed some since their first encounter with it. The stairs were less stable, making an already tedious task even more so. It helped some that Zuko and Aang could light the way; Aang in the back and Zuko in the front with Azula. Ideally Azula would have been in the middle with her own flame.

Azula still had her uses, however altered the cave was, she navigated it with considerable effortlessness. And when they at last came to the passageway, Sokka took special care not to get himself tangled in the stalactites.

.oOo.

The chamber was wrapped in a daunting hush. Azula took a few careful steps towards the middle of it, her fingers brushing over Sokka’s as she released his hand. Her footsteps rebounded off of the walls, intermingling with the rhythmic pulsing of the heart. She let it lure her closer until she was as close as she could manage without falling into the water. As it were the last few times, the water remained undisturbed—a sheet of liquid glass with an otherworldly luminescence. Azula lowered herself. This time she managed a closer inspection of the organ emitting the light. It was a deal larger than she initially thought; and she thought it to be quite enormous the first time she’d seen it. The arrangement of corals and kelps had only doubled since the last time she’d been in its company, perhaps tripled. Along it’s array of veins, grew a light fuzz of sea moss. The veins themselves seemed to have grown in some places and eroded in others. Very close to the mass of the heart, she spied a nest of sorts. A place where a fish had chosen to tuck its eggs; the faint red hue of them was wildly overpowered by the heart’s on radiance. It was a good ward against predators. She brought her gaze to the surface of the water, her reflection appeared undisturbed by ripples. For a passing few seconds, she could clearly visualize the last version of herself that had been mirrored in those waters. The ravaged, agonized version, Hogoseki had forced her to see. This faded into the foreground of her mind’s eye, to be replaced by the sight of herself as she was in present.

A peculiar curiosity overtook Azula, and she indulged it. Removing her top, she dropped herself into the heart pool. Sokka may have spoken some sort of protest, but she was to fixated on her newfound goal. The water lapped against her back, it was hotter than she initially expected, nearly at the temperature of a hot spring. She could almost forget that she was walled into enemy territory and treading in very dangerous waters. Against her better judgement—and it was boundlessly better—she plunged beneath the surface. The heart cast a purple outline over her body, giving her the appearance of a spirit. She sunk lower still, she could now observe a collection of tiny purple quartz fixed into the stone and sparkling the sand below. As she descended the heart’s rhythm grew in intensity until she could hear nothing over it’s steady pounding.

She dared to brush a hand over the heart. It made sense then, why she couldn’t penetrate it. Instead of squishy and venerable flesh, she found her fingers brushing over quite jagged crystal. Crystal that only bore two diagonal gashes. She ran a finger over one of them, before resurfacing for some well needed air. Azula dived back under, unsure of exactly what she was looking for. Perhaps it was the sense of comfort that was slowly setting in. The soft purple haze that once unsettled her beyond all compare, felt rather welcoming…forgiving. Her focus fell on the scratches again—they weren’t all that deep, but were very prominent considering how smooth the rest the heart’s surface was.

“That was your fault.” A harsh voice cut through the serenity, with all of the resentment the heart itself lacked.

Azula found herself choking not just on the fear roused by the voice, but on the reminder of her own wrong doings.

“This is twice that you’ve come into my cave, after being warned not to. And you have the audacity to swim in my heart pool.” His spindly hand came to rise from the sand below. The way the quartz glinted off of his arm reminded her much of the deceiving light of a puffer angelfish. She watched a cloud of sand puff around as he extended his arm. “The first time you chose to test me was a mistake.”

The playing field was horrifically uneven, if she opened her mouth to protest it would inevitably fill with water. So she was forced to remain in the silence that seemed to vex Hogoseki so. Or maybe, he’d chosen this time to attack so he wouldn’t have to listen to her explanations.

Azula had a vague sense of what was to come. Her lungs were growing uncomfortable—before the interruption she was set on resurfacing. She would still try, but she had a very strong feeling that she wouldn’t be permitted.

Regardless she kicked off of the bottom, taking care to avoid the heart or any of its many veins. Not unexpectedly, she felt jagged stone snake around her ankles, dragging her closer to the bottom of the pool. She made a rather sturdy attempt to shake his hand away, but his grip was as firm as the material of his hand. Already her vision was growing fuzzy.

“I see you can move again, not that it’s doing you much good.” He observed, trailing his other finger over her cheek. He made a point of sweeping it across the scar he’d given her, and with none of the affection Sokka did. “You can move and the first thing you decide to do is walk back here.”

How she longed to snap that she had waited somewhere around eight years to do so; eight years of doing various other things. She closed her eyes, pretending that she was floating deep in her dream pool, where breaths still came easy and her crystal pulsed it’s vibrant teal-blue. Where Sokka held her hand.

“Was it worth it? Just to irk me?” He rose in full, slouching over her; a dark silhouette with a tangle of seaweed dangling off of his arms. He seemed somehow frailer, as if he were at last crumbling. She was already in as deep as she possibly could be so Azula smirked to herself. If she was going to drown, she was satisfied to do it knowing that he was nearing his end…whatever that meant for a spirit. He had her by the throat, lifting her up some, but taking the care not to raise her above the water. Her hair flowed into her face, obscuring her view. “I knew you would be back, I was waiting.” He parted her bangs and fixed his slit eyes on hers, content to watch their light steadily dim. With few other options, she let herself go limp, deciding that it did no good to waste energy that was growing sparse. He tilted her head back up, leaving her to fight to keep her expression wholly passive.

Growing bored with their current state, he dropped the princess, watching her body sink. Starved so completely of oxygen, Azula could feel herself slipping away. Her back found the bottom of the pool, the panic that had swell so big burst open, deflating into the bliss of coming release. She curled her body around the heart, feeling it throb against her ear.

She could see a face some feet away—a waterbender—likely the product of a brain on its last breaths. And yet, the water exploded, tossing her up and to the surface, and to the ground in a slow and graceful, painless arc. She fell into a vicious fit of coughs as she fought to purge the remaining water from her body. In such a desperate state, the face was a miniscule detail left behind in the pool.

“Azula!” Two voices hollered. Sokka and Zuko from the sound of it. She pulled herself upright and looked for the source. Hogoseki had them securely latched onto the wall, all except Aang. The boy had his power to him, but even he couldn’t seem to best a spirit. He lie in a heap on the floor, the side of his head well and bloodied. Such would explain Katara’s look of absolute horror. Toph was also out cold, her earthbending, a clear threat.

“You’re okay.” Suki uttered.

“I don’t…” Azula panted. “Know if that’s…the right…word.” She scarcely had time to recover before the ground split open in front of her. From the crack, her nemesis clawed his way up emitting an air of more fury than ever. The heart, she realized, had sided against him. But the heart was no longer a viable alley, being as it was rooted deep within the water. Despite the spirit plunging upon her, Azula stood in full. If she was going to meet her end, she would do it with the dignity she was known for. The dignity that Hogoseki despised to see on her. She met his stare with a snide smile. “Just so we’re clear, paying you a visit was a pretty low priority. I’d been thinking about it for a while but other things got in the way.”

In place of sheer and raw furry, Azula found a trace of amusement lighting his face. “I gather it’s true what is said of firebenders. You can tear their flame right out, but they still have fire.” He chuckled. “You are a true delight, princess.” His rapid shifts from pure rage to mild entertainment unsettled Azula more than anything about him. “No matter what I do to you, you just don’t break, do you? Just when I thought I’d stolen all of your pride…”

Azula interrupted “You’ll find that I have an infinite supply, sometimes it just needs time to replenish.”

Zuko cringed as the spirit knocked her to the floor. She had only enough time to catch herself, sending a painful vibration up her arm. She heard a soft pop and winced.

“You have an infinite ability to deceive, that’s what you have.” Hogoseki noted stoically. He clasped his hands behind his back and bent over her. “The truth is, you’ve lost a good portion of you’re pride and you’re trying to get it back.” He stooped in lower, meeting her at eye level. For a hefty length of time he peered deeply into her eyes. She could smell the eight years he’d spent beneath the water, it wafted off of him potently. He carried the same scent as the seafood that always had her stomach reeling. She fought to keep the nausea at bay. “You’re afraid. Small.” He elongated himself further, making her feel more so. “I haunt you. And you want to get rid of that.” Crumbling and cracking or not, Hogoseki retained the one thing that truly terrified the princess to her core; his uncanny ability to read her. Read her in just the way she had read others. “That’s why you’re here. Not to get your bending back, a fool’s quest that would be. Not that you aren’t still on one.”

He poised himself to bring his fist down upon her. From the look of it, he would offer a rather crushing blow.

“Perhaps you’re right.” Azula agreed quietly, still not entirely ready to admit it to everyone else.

He seemed to hesitate. “You confirm so only in the face of death and you expect me to take your word for it?”

Azula shrugged. “I won’t need dignity if I’m dead, sounds like a good time to confess.”

“You have a reputation for your lies.”

“That’s correct.” Again, Azula agreed. “But you don’t want to see the truth when I tell it.”

“So pray tell, what is your truth, princess?”

“You would have me dead because I tried to wreck your forest and I’m pure evil. Because I’m incapable of love or something akin to that.” She paused. “But I’m not and I can.” She held her silence just long enough for it to seep in and just short enough to ensure she wouldn’t be cut off. “And I have. I suppose I can be as caring as anyone. Just as well, you don’t want to see me that way. But you have seen it. It doesn’t matter though, because you need someone to fuel your rage, it’s all you have. Without it you’ll crumble away. So, go on, ignore what you know is true.”

For a grand and fleeting time, she was certain that she had him convinced. That he would let it go…let her go. She could see the tension leave the faces of her companions. But she proved to be every bit as correct in her assessment as he was in his regards to her character. If anything, she’d incensed him on a grander scale. He let a few rocks clatter off of his hand until it was sculpted to an impressive point.

“Don’t!” Sokka growled.

“You really are eager to suffer with her, aren’t you?” He scowled. “So do it then.” He threw Sokka at his feet.

Azula heard Katara scream as her brother crashed to the floor with a sickening thud. “I’m eager to stop you.” Sokka persisted.

Hogoseki hissed. “You think you can.” He threw his arm down as Azula threw herself in front of the tribesman. The jagged end of the rock jabbed into her middle, grazing the delicate skin beneath. She glared up at the spirit eyes intense with such vicious wrath that it bordered on feral. It stayed only in passing though, before falling away into the familiar helplessness that always came when in the heart chamber. Hogoseki held his weaponized hand there for some time. She watched a bead or two of blood trickle from the nicked skin. She swallowed, a single tear pushed its way through despite how well she fought to keep it from doing so. She let out a shuddering breath, bracing herself for the spirit to ram the sharp rock into her stomach. Sokka gripped her hand harder than he ever had before. This time the stone withdrew altogether, Hogoseki’s expression changing considerably. Feeling well and spent, Azula fell back. She could feel a warm trail of crimson dripping in a line over her side. Her relief, however premature, came with a dizzying wave.

“You make things undeniable, princess.” Hogoseki noted, “you’d die for him?”

Azula didn’t answer, content to feel Sokka squeezing her tightly.

As much as he loathed to admit it, he considered—not for the first time—that he had been sorely mistaken in his treatment of the fire princess. “I’m a spirit of my word.” He called back words from a time seemingly so far gone. His tone was smooth and level again. “I must admit, you’ve exceeded my expectations.” There came the sound of rock dragging on rock as he took to pacing about the room as he tried to pick out exactly what it was about her aura that had been altered so drastically. The answer came to him. It, coupled with her willingness to give up all that she had for the Water Tribe human, forced him to admit to himself that he had been wrong. Wrong and blinded by a need to protect what was left of his dear Moaki. Maybe not during their first encounter, but after that…

“Even if I still wanted to kill you, I couldn’t possibly.”

“Why’s that?” She brought herself to ask.

His touch, with the smoother of his hands, was on her belly again. His expression, as limited as it was, became almost tender. He withdrew.

Her hand came to rest where Hogoseki’s had been, understanding set in.

#Azula #Sokka #Sokkla #Aang #Toph #Katara #Suki #Zuko #Avatar #fanfiction

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