#sorry if this is a bit disorganized and random

[kaialone]

Just some interesting details mentioned about Paracelsus in the Slash Beat Encyclopedia and the 10th Memorial Book:

He was originally a stone axe created during the final period of the Crusades (remember, they lasted like a 100 years.)

It's described that it'd display its full power by sucking up blood, even before it was a sentient being. (So, I'm assuming he was some kind of magical weapon from the start? I think Slash Beat Encyclopedia even indicates it might've been a bio-mechanical weapon, but that bit is not mentioned in the 10th Memorial Book, and that one's more recent. EDIT: Looking it over again, I realize it could've meant "creature-shaped" rather than bio-mechanical.)

Its transformation into a Magical Foci (though for the reference, this specific term wasn't applied to Paracelsus until Xrd, I believe) and gaining a sense of self is said to have been a gradual result of him absorbing too much blood. (There's some additional details about how Magical Foci in general are born from Xrd's GGW and onward that don't come up here yet)

He began to communicate and even started picking his own wielders and the like, and sought for a purpose in life through his achievements in battle.

[strawberryflavoredvenum]

TicciJack fanfic. Light angst but a happy ending

Toby has trouble deciphering what's real sometimes. Jack is concerned for him.

Thank you @reddetur for the prompt! I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I have experienced hallucinations but I'm not schizophrenic. I do not have the experience to give a 100% accurate depiction of schizophrenia. Schizophrenia also isn't just hallucinations. I am studying psychology and mental disorders in college and care very deeply about not making creepypasta into stigmatizing mentally ill people. Sorry if setting a disclaimer seems excessive, I just care about it a lot.

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Toby doesn't flinch much at shadows anymore.

There comes a point in someone's life where they see the same thing over and over again and it no longer affects them. Sure, certain hallucinations still get to him. The random touches or sudden loud noises. But not so much these ones. The shadowy figures that creep around in the corner of his vision. They never make any noise or touch him. Once he got used to it, they just became a nuisance. Well.. during the day at least.

The introduction of demons, killers, and paranormal entities into his life has made it a little harder to recognize whether something is real or not. Before everything happened, he could rely on other people's ideas of reality. That is, if he wasn't having an episode. Now that he lived in the mansion he couldn't tell himself that the ghosts, shadow people, insane psycho killers weren't real.

Something that keeps him at ease is the reaction of others. He can always look to the people around him to gage whether he should be worried or not. If no one else is looking at it then he shouldn't either. But that strategy can only go so far. It doesn't help when none of his peers are with him.

But honestly nothing could have prepared him for tonight. It's not like these things sprung up on him or anything. He could feel himself slowly getting worse. His motivation to care for himself plummeted and he became disorganized. Then came the intrusive thoughts and the increased hallucinations. He knew staying up all night wouldn't help but there was no way to fall asleep with everything going on. He was too paranoid and every time he got close to sleep, a loud sound would go off or he would feel like he was falling.

He was downstairs in the kitchen bar preparing his late night guilty pleasure. Four slices of bread with butter. He was looking out to the living room, watching all the figures and random colors dance around. He would be lying if he said he wasn't about to run back upstairs with his bread so the shadow people don't get him. His motions were slower, as if trying not to draw attention to himself. He felt like there was a spotlight on him. He could tell himself that nothing he's seeing was real. That they weren't even approaching him. Just walking around and watching. But nothing was going to convince his subconscious that he wasn't in danger.

He sandwiched the slices together and wrapped them in a paper towel to make transport easier and started walking to the stares when a figure came closer. He flinched but ignored it-That was until it fucking grabbed him. Toby let out a scream slightly too high pitched to be a man's and punched the figure in the jaw. He was met with a solid object that made a grunt and quickly backed up and grabbed their face.

Toby took a moment to step back and catch his breath before flicking the kitchen light on and seeing Jack. He was holding the side of his face and glaring at toby. "Jesus tobes I was just trying to see what you were doing. It's 2 in the fucking morning!" Toby caught his breath and looked a bit sheepishly at Jack. "......I thought you were someone else?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell would be down here that you would want to punch?"

Toby looked away. To the discarded slices of bread on the floor. He had dropped them when he sucker punched Jack. "No one in particular." Toby hoped that Jack would drop it. Jack wasn't stupid. Hallucinations are not uncommon in the mansion. He's even had them a time or two during sleepless nights or when missions went on for too long.

He sighed and helped toby pick up the remains of his food. "Out of all things you could have ventured out into the dark to grab, four slices of buttered bread was what you chose?" Jack questioned. Toby looked up at Jack. "Well what were YOU down here for?" Jack shrugged. "To smoke." He said, gesturing towards the front door.

Jack threw the bread away and shook his head. Half a loaf wasted. He returned to toby. Toby didn't look well. He looked tired but his eyes were wide open, looking into the distance. Jack took him by the shoulder and started leading him to his room. "C'mon. You don't need food, you need sleep. Staying up is only making things worse." Toby followed but looked conflicted. "Weren't you going to smoke?" Jack shrugged again. I lost the urge. My jaw hurts too much. He teased lightly. Toby looked away. "I didn't mean to." That was Toby's way of apologizing without actually saying sorry. Jack just nodded and kept walking.

They made it to Toby's cluttered room. It got like that when he let his mental health slip. Jack took it all in but made no reaction that toby could discern. He pushed toby into bed and firmly told him to lay down. Toby raised an eyebrow but was too exhausted to really care. He laid down and sighed.

"so what now?" Toby asked. Jack sat on the side of Toby's bed. "You sleep and I watch over you." Jack's tail had made its way to Toby's hip. The weight of it was comforting in a way. Toby gave a bit of mumbled words salad that Jack pretended to follow and had a few more bad moments before finally falling asleep.

Jack looked around Toby's room. It was hard to gage how Toby's doing sometimes. He never outright said anything. There was a look in his eye that he sometimes had but the biggest indicator of his well-being was his room. With nothing better to do, Jack started sorting through his friends stuff, putting things where they belong and putting his laundry downstairs.

Jack watched over him the rest of the night. He returned to his room just before sunrise so no one else would know he spent the night in Toby's room. Toby woke up sometime that afternoon. His body was sore from sleeping for so long but his head felt a bit less cluttered. It wasn't fixed but it was better than before he slept. He saw his clean room and blushed deeply. He couldn't believe he let Jack see him like that. Jack didn't actually mind Toby's mess at all. He was more concerned with helping his friend(crush).

[fluffymarshmalllows]

You're late

College au! Ford x Reader

summary: Ford and Reader in college origin

“Stanford, once I get your sorry ass it will be over for you!” Y/N huffed earning a scolding shh from the librarian as they watched their best friend, reach the book she needs from a higher shelf of the library.

She asked for Ford’s assistance but got fooled by his antics. He looked back sporting an aloof smile that ticked them off even more. Though, internally Y/N was still giddy at the fact Ford smiles at them like that after all these years.

Walking back to your table with a book less than what you needed for the project you were building to present at the science convention Ford blackmailed you to apply in.

Getting settled and comfy in the cold room, you look back at the memory fondly as he praised you and smooth talked (well, more of stated the blunt facts) that you are a great inventor, just a bit disorganized, which you can’t help but agree to.

You knew that, everyone around you knew that. It’s just that you find being smart…boring. Without something to think for or someone to compete against, the spark for it fizzles out.

Until you met Ford in Calculus lecture. He was actively participating in class, is has a pretty face and a helpful hand, a true eye candy. What struck you odd was he never fully raised his hand. Just a pen or a pencil, which curiosity got the best of you.

Boldly walking towards his desk after the bell rang, you reached out your hand introducing yourself. “Hi! I’m Y/N, nice to meet you” only to get a blank stare and a nod. “Stanford Pines”

Well that plan failed. As a true scientist, that shouldn’t stop you. But he kept his stuff and was out the door almost immediately leaving you dumbfounded. At least Fiddleford was there to bring you back to your senses.

Walking out to the hallway you can’t help but rant about it. “The nerve he has! I was just trying to be polite” you huffed as you were shoving your things in the locker. Fiddleford hummed in response, but offered his sincere advice “Y’know Y/N, what if he’s just awkward, even I was the first days I came ‘ere”. You slammed the locker door, “look McGucket, I appreciate the honesty but shouldn’t you be on my side?” Which earned a fit of laughter from your friend.

“Whatever, I’ll visit you later” You and Fiddleford went your separate ways as the bell rang for the next class. You entered the room while the professor was taking attendance. You ducked your head trying to look invisible and by god, did you wish you were. “L/N, you’re late, I’ll have you written up the next time this happens.” muttering your apologies he asked you to take the available seat, lo and behold, the only seat available is next to the Stanford Pines himself.

You meekly took your place, almost dropping the whole contents of your bag haphazardly shoved in it, trying to observe your seatmate while also paying attention to the discussion in front.

You didn’t know it was possible but he became more handsome upon closer inspection, little stubble of a beard and his thick lens glasses that perfectly frames his eyes. “Ehem” Ford cleared his throat drawing you out of your ogling.

You whispered “sorry, you look good” which turned his face so red like a bright tomato. He stammers for a bit trying to say something while avoiding your gaze. You found joy in pestering him but it will get boring in the long run, especially when he doesn’t retort.

Deciding that taking notes and listening was mind frying enough, and annoying your seatmate can get you in more trouble than it’s worth. You decided to take a nap, hand supporting your head trying to look like you’re still paying attention to whatever was being discussed.

It took a while before Ford realized his seatmate decided to not make a peep. He thought you just got tired of asking him random questions or you got enough of his attitude and will hate him forever.

Looking over at you, he did not fail to admire how angelic you look, how your hair perfectly falls over you face, how your lips looks kissable? What are these thoughts, he shook his head trying to focus on the equation the professor made, scribbling his own calculations on his notebook.

Until the professor threw a chalk nub hitting you straight in the forehead jolting you awake. This made Ford snicker causing you to blush of embarrassment. “Mx. Y/N, can you please tell the class the answer to this problem?”

You stared at the board long and hard before shrugging your shoulders and saying “Unsolvable, unless you want a negative answer that is impossible, no—improbable for the set of limits you’ve given”. The professor was stunned, so was Ford because of your bold claim. Everyone’s attention now shifted to you which in turn made you rise up from your seat, picking up the chalk thrown at you and head straight to the board.

While you were solving and explaining where the equation went wrong, Ford was just in awe on how you did it. Your intelligence and confidence was something he wished he have. He glanced over his own mess of solutions and realized that you are right, so did the professor nodded in agreement.

After that class, Ford just had to know how you figured it out easily so he gathered up all his courage and tapped you gently holding a pen on his other hand. Deep breath, easy,

You looked at him, and he looks like he’s about to self combust any second, “Need anything?” You asked smiling to ease his anxiety. It took him a while to process before remembering what he needs to ask you, “how?”

“What do you mean how?” Trying to figure out what he was trying to ask you after ignoring you a class before. “How did you know it was wrong? You were asleep” he pointedly asked you.

Trying not to take any offense you teased, “You were watching me sleep?”. “No!,” he sputtered “I just noticed, anyway nevermind” before he can grab his stuff you took the pen he was holding and started scribbling on his notes. “You’ll figure that every time this and this will come out its most likely a negative by the end,” pointing out the values to prove your statement right. While he was staring at the paper you finally noticed his hands, his digits to be exact.

“You have six fingers.” You said matter of factly, which made you feel rather stupid as soon as the words left your mouth. Of course he knew that already! It is his hands after all.

Ford is growing more self conscious by the second. He quickly said his thanks but not before dropping a notepad he was trying to fit in his bag and rushing out of the room.

You noticed a notepad before you left, thinking it was one of your things you kept it in your bag along with the random gadget you made to pass the time.

Arriving at the cafeteria, Ford and Fiddleford was already conversing and trading intel regarding some classes they both are in. You did not intrude since you still felt guilty for what you said the last time you conversed with Ford. Heading back to your dorm, you decided mid way to just cut the last classes and make something until Fiddleford is back to his room, maybe this time you’ll finally meet his roommate.

Your phone has been buzzing for quite a while now but you can’t seem to find it under all the wirings and spare parts for your next project. You wanted to make some sort of handheld x-ray but you needed guidance from your friend since he is leagues better at engineering than you’ll ever be.

“Finally!” picking up your phone tucked with a notepad you don’t remember buying. Before you even had the chance to check the contents, your phone rang again. Dropping the notepad in your bag along with the mini machine you answered the phone.

“Y/N wher’re ya? I’ve been trying to geta hold of yous since I got back” voice of Fiddleford you realized. “Oh shoot, my bad I lost track of time, I gotta show you something” Grabbing your bag and keys before heading to the door still on call with your friend. “Aight, you betcha be here soon if you want to meet the new roommate I was telling you about” click.

So much for a productive call. Keeping your phone in your pocket, you dashed all the way to the other side of the campus.

Arriving in their dormitory building, you were a heaving mess. Beads of sweat on your forehead with some stray hairs sticking to your face. Not the prettiest sight but by fate, you found yourself face to face with Ford Pines once again.

Ford was heading to back to campus to look for his sketchpad. It was a generic notepad that could easily be mistaken for anyone’s notebook. All his practice drawings are there, documenting things he seen and capturing the beauty of it through his drawings. It meant a lot for him and he fears that if the wrong person got a hold of that notebook it will be over for him, socially. Well not really, he didn’t have much social standing to begin with. He told his roommate he’d be out for a bit of “fresh air” not expecting to see you and all your gorgeous beauty albeit sweaty and disheveled.

Ford still thinks you are the prettiest person in the entire universe. But not like he’d admit to it this early.

Pleasantries were exchanged between the two of you before parting ways. Finally making it to Fiddleford’s dorm room. You knocked on the door repeatedly and hearing a faint “come in” was your cue to let yourself in. It was a new sight. The room was organized for once, yet stacks of books littered the other side of the room. You assumed it was Fiddleford’s roommate you still have not met.

“McGucket, I need your help” you pulled out the machine you were trying to build, showing it to him. “Tell me about it, kiddo” still focused on his computer coding. “Hand held x-ray machine! This will be revolutionary,” demonstrating your machine “You can even adjust it to go atomic level, or you supposedly can, I just can’t make it right.” tinkering with it. That got Fiddleford’s attention, “well jeez, this is still a tad advanced for me but I’ll see what I can do”. You tossed him the machine and exclaiming your thanks which he almost dropped giving you both the fright of a lifetime. Changing the topic, it was time to debrief about your day.

You took a deep breathe before starting “Well, there’s this guy…” unpacking your bag to keep your hands busy and taking this chance to organize.

Ford is at a lost, he has no clue on where his notepad can be. Not in the classroom, not in the cafeteria, not even in the lost and found area! He’s starting to lose hope as he retraced his steps. The classrooms reminded him of your interactions, he laughed to himself remembering how confident you were on stating the obvious. Which made him feel a little better. Then it dawned on him.

The notepad, he must have dropped it while packing up his things quickly. But it wasn’t in the rooms so there is a big chance you might have took it.

He ran back to his dorm hoping his roommate knows where to find you. He feels utterly stupid for not asking Fiddleford’s contact number so that he won’t run all the way back to his dorm room like a mad man.

It’s late afternoon by now and curfew will be soon so he has to act fast if he wants to get the notepad before you have the chance to open it.

“Fiddleford,” Ford says in between his gasps of air, “do you know where,” taking in more gulps of oxygen. “Take your time buddy”. Ford coughed before trying again “do you know where to find Y/N?”.

This was met with a raised eyebrow and a teasing look. Ford never had a knack for picking up subtle social cues but this was something so obvious its like a glaring sign. Fiddleford just nudged his head to Ford’s desk and there laid copper wiring rose and his missing sketchpad.

He quickly opened it and saw pencil doodles in the corner of the page complimenting his drawing skills and art style. Ford tried hiding his blush but his roommate was well aware of the blooming romance this will be.

At the latest drawing he made just hours before,

Call me ####### -y/n

On the bottom of his sketches of Y/N all through out the day, including a sketch of her sleeping in class. Fiddling with his phone, unsure what to do. He typed in the number and pressed call.

“Hello?” You mumbled answering the ringing of your phone. “Y/N you’ll be late for class again if you don’t get here in 5” that got your attention. You quickly kept your books and shamefully tried to wipe a drool stain on your notes. And as much as you love hearing Ford’s voice through the phone, you can not afford another write up, especially when you’re aiming to score higher than your best friend.

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would yah look at that another fic! requests are open (i'd love to write your ideas)

'till next post <3

[anyamaris]

It's You

Title: It's You

Word Count: 2540

Summary: Getting lost at an Ateez concert has an unexpected experience you'll treasure forever.

Pairing: Choi San x F!Atiny!Reader

Trope-Idol AU/Angst

Warnings: Concert stuff, a bit of vulgar language, a bit angsty...I think that's it?

Tags: @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @starlitmark @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @wooahaeproductions @changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @starillusion13 @minki-moo @woosanbby @frenchkisstheabyss

@cafekitsune Thank you for banners and dividers! 🤍💜🤍

A/N: I'm dedicating this to @sanjoongie because you helped me talk through this and you know what you did 🤍💜🤍It's short and a bit rushed but I had the idea the other night and wanted to get it out of my head. I hope you all enjoy!

The air around you is humid as you watch Ateez wave and walk off stage.

Sound check was entirely worth it, though you’d waited in lines for hours.

Despite the disorganization, the chaos, the other random not so pleasant events building to this moment.

Despite it all, the moment you got to see Ateez walk out onto that stage, in person, right in front of you?

It was all worth it.

You look around the enormous venue from your place on the floor, at all the Atiny gathered around talking.

Sweat beads on your brow and one of the girls you met today smiles at you as she fans you both.

“I’m going to go get some water and possibly stop at merch, did you want anything?” she asks.

Touched at her offer, you nod.

“Yes, please! Can you get me a Yeosang picket?”

She nods as she stands, “Of course!”

“You have my insta, message if you need anything!” You wave as she wanders off up to the higher floors.

One of the best things about concerts was meeting all the fans, at least for you that was a massive part of it.

Turning to see what your friends are doing, you try to join the conversation but they seem to have their own thing going on.

Fighting down the feeling of third wheeling, you just slap on a smile and wander around to meet some more new people.

The screens keep randomly coming on with some videos to tease everyone, making you all think the concert is about to start, but it’s not quite time yet.

After what seems like ages, you finally spot your new friend walking back down the arena steps, pickets in hand.

Excited to see her, especially since the concert is about to start soon, you watch her approach as you wave to her.

Yet when she presents your two other friends with pickets and nothing more, your stomach drops.

“Oh…they didn’t have anymore Yeosang?” you ask, fighting back the sadness overcoming you.

Oh well, maybe next time, you think.

“Oh….” the younger girl says, looking between your two friends who now hold their own biases.

“You didn’t say you wanted one?” One of them throws in and you feel your heart plummet.

“I…I did…when you left…” You tell the younger girl who’d gone.

“Oh…when I messaged they said they were the only ones who wanted them….” She says, regret washing over her face.

“It’s okay.” you say, fighting back the way your throat clenches and tears prick your eyes.

“Maybe next time.”

After a bit of back and forth and waving it all off, you turn to just try to focus on the show.

It didn’t matter if you didn’t get a silly picket, really.

You were here, at Ateez.

But still…

A hand on your arm brings you out of your sad thoughts.

“Hey, I’m so sorry….I know you said Yeosang when I left but when I messaged them…they said just the two….”

Glancing at your two friends who were back to conversing, you just shake your head.

You had asked her when she was going…and they hadn’t asked you at all.

They are just excited to see each other, catching up.

Things you tell yourself over and over as whenever you’ve attempted to join the conversation just earns you a tight smile, a nod, a snappy retort that makes you feel as if you’ve butted in.

So you just retreat into your own mind, ignoring the overwhelming feeling of heartbreak threatening to ruin your experience.

“Really, it’s fine. I don’t think they were listening when I said it anyhow.” you tell the poor girl, who looks like she’s about to cry.

You can’t help but glance back at the stairs, head spinning now.

For some reason, you know you don’t need the damn picket, but…

Now it feels like you need it to stop your mind from imploding.

“I have some time…you know what…I’m going to go get one.” you finally announce.

The younger girl’s sad face perks up and she nods, “I’ll come with you!”

“No, it’s okay, we have twenty minutes and I don’t want you to miss anything.” You tell her.

It’s not her fault, and she doesn’t need to make up for anything.

She hands you a Yunho pc with a smile and gestures for you to follow her.

“Really, I’ll at least show you where to go. And have a Yunho cause I feel really bad.” She says.

Not wanting to argue, you just smile, touched that she’s willing to accompany you.

It sounds painfully selfish in your head, but it was nice to feel like someone cared about you, even for a moment.

This wasn’t how your first kpop concert was supposed to feel.

You’d wanted a week building up watching Ateez, eating and breathing them.

Squealing with your friends over the upcoming show, just being a completely ridiculous fangirl.

It had been anything but that.

All you can do now is make sure the rest of your night was happy.

Just focus on Ateez! You think to yourself.

That’s what brought you here.

All the other Atiny you’ve met have been amazing, spending the time you’ve waited in line and after soundcheck talking about your biases and what you’re looking forward to.

Finally getting into the long merch line, you wave off the younger girl as she returns downstairs and turn to wait.

Here too, you find yourself chatting to other Atiny, especially when the videos keep coming on to tease at the show starting, watching everyone in line around you panic.

“Please…please please….” you mutter, watching the merch sell down, eyes on your Yeosang picket.

As you draw closer, you hear the music start again, mere minutes for the start of the actual show.

Heart pounding, you can’t help but grin as the man pulls down your picket and you scan your card in record time.

“Yes!” you say out loud, feeling silly, but then sprinting off to get back down.

Suddenly, you look around, watching the Atiny at the general admission seats all file out to see the show.

Yet, it feels like you’ve gone far past wherever you came out.

“Uhhh…” you hum aloud, turning in a circle to look around.

Heart pounding as you hear the music growing louder, you try to fight back panic as you find a staff member.

“Where are the elevators?” you ask, and nod as you try to comprehend directions.

Yep, you’d run right past them in your haste.

Feeling stupid, you turn and run back, randomly stopping a staff member to make sure you’re heading the right way.

After three times, you’re finally directed to some nondescript doors and push through, a sense of relief washing over you as you see the elevators.

“C’mon…” you mumble, watching some people come through behind you.

The door dings and opens, and the people behind you file in.

“Which floor?” one of them asks.

“Ummm..”

Good question, you think.

“Down, maybe P1?” You tell her.

She shakes her head, halting the door from closing.

“This is going up, you’ll have to catch the next one.”

Shit.

Nodding, you exit off so they can go, apologizing, then turning to press the button down.

Stop making mistakes cause you’re in a hurry, you chastise yourself.

Suddenly, everything building up the whole week feels heavy.

The feeling of not being wanted around, third wheeling.

The sense of being alone in an arena packed with people.

Heart breaking even while your favorite group is about to step onto stage in moments.

Am I going to miss this?

What floor am I even supposed to be on?

Your mind races, getting on an elevator alone and hitting a button for one of the lower floors.

It feels like hours, even though it’s only seconds before the doors open and you race out, finding yourself in a long hallway.

“Shit…” you grumble, clutching your picket to your chest.

Turning around, you make your way back to the elevators and try another floor.

Finding a moment of clarity, you message your friend.

“I have no idea where I am…”

You doubt they will be looking at their messages though.

Your heart drops as you realize you actually may be lost, stepping out onto a floor that looks just like the rest.

You run halfway down, heart sinking as you realize you’re going to miss it.

You’re going to miss Ateez.

And no one is likely even wondering where you are.

It’s not supposed to be like this.

You feel your eyes burn, not even worried anymore about your makeup as you swipe at your eyes.

Picket clutched to your chest, hair damp from the heat, crying in a stupid hallway all alone at an arena packed with people.

How fucking ridiculous.

A sob escapes you before you can stop it, doing your best to collect yourself because crying isn’t going to-

“Hey…you’re not supposed to be down here!”

The male voice startles you, heart skipping as both panic and relief fill you.

Maybe he can help you find where you’re supposed to be.

Maybe you’re about to get kicked out for going somewhere you’re not supposed to be.

“Calm down.” You hear another voice, then your heart about jumps right out of your throat.

The security guard turns to look behind him and take in the sight that threatens to overwhelm your poor Atiny heart.

Choi San.

He rests a hand on the guard's arm, then turns to you with a worried look on his face.

“Are you..okay?” He asks softly, and you feel your cheeks heating at your appearance.

Shit, crying in front of Choi San….

“I…” you swallow, blinking to try to make your brain work, “I’m lost.”

“Ah…well…our friend can help you find your way. Right?” He says, turning his dimpled smile to the guard.

“Of course.” The man says, immediately coming to direct you back to the elevators.

Embarrassed beyond belief, yet feeling surreal at being this close to San, you can only nod your head and mumble an apology and a thank you to him.

“Don’t cry, Atiny. Just look at me and smile, okay?” He calls out, waving to you as he rushes back to where some voices are calling to him.

You can only nod, the image of his crinkled eyes and adorable smile setting your heart back on the right path.

Before you get to the elevators, you hear his voice once more behind you.

“And Yeosang is mine!”

The elevator door close, and you look down at your picket where Yeosang’s face is clutched in your arms.

The guard just chastises you lightly for getting lost but you can only smile as the doors open to the correct floor and you step out, finally rushing to find your friends on the floor.

Holy shit…Choi San?

If nothing else happens tonight, this is a memory you’re going to hold with you forever.

You smile at your picket as you join your friends, the crowd erupting as you watch the show start.

Everything is a blur once it begins.

Every single one of them is amazing, and the entire show feels surreal.

You’d told yourself that it’s just a show but each member seems larger than life.

Wooyoung’s solo stage, each unit song….Cyberpunk…HALAZIA?

Give the cameraman an award, you think.

And when Mingi says fucking jump, despite the sweat coating your skin and your aching knees, you fucking JUMP.

Each one comes over and waves during certain moments, and it’s of course your own personal delulu but it feels like sometimes they look right at you.

You beam with pride, hoping every Atiny around you feels as if they are looking directly at them because damn this is a wonderful feeling.

But there’s a moment, when San makes his way to your part of the stage.

You swear that he looks right at you.

He opens his mouth as he points and waves, just like the rest of them do, but you swear he winks at you.

No way, he definitely didn’t notice you in a crowd of people based on a moment of meeting.

But when he touches his eye and runs it down his face, then shakes a finger at you as if to say, “Don’t cry!”

…well your heart just bursts with happiness.

As with all good things, the show seems to fly by and before long you’re filing out.

You’ve gotten such good videos, so many good pictures.

You can’t wait to go through them all.

Watching your friends talk, you find yourself waiting outside the venue for some of their other friends as you just let the evening swirl in your head.

The post concert rush was washing over you, the ache settling in, the reality of it all.

But it wasn’t a bad thing.

Sure you still felt left out.

Of course your body was covered in disgusting sweat, makeup probably looking like some halloween costume, clothing soaked through from dancing and jumping around.

I hope I don’t stink, you think to yourself.

It’s a long drive back and by the time you finally get to your friend's house and head to bed, you swear you pass out before you even close your eyes.

The next day, you wake early and head back to real life.

You’re now deemed the “cutest toad” by some friends that you send voice messages to and you can’t help but laugh because yeah….

You’d screamed and sung your heart out.

There was only a small little croak left of your voice.

Life goes on of course, but you enjoy the time you get to spend uploading your pictures and videos to everyone.

Instagram, Tumblr, sending to friends and your little groups.

It was a blur, a memory but you choose to keep the good ones and ignore the small little things that peppered your heart with sadness.

It’s only days later, when the excitement is dying down that something happens that you’re not expecting.

You hadn’t mentioned your encounter to your friends, for a few reasons.

First, when you’d tried to mention you’d gotten lost and cried, they’d just brushed you off and you swear they weren’t actually listening.

Second, well….somehow you wanted to keep this experience to yourself.

It even sounded fake in your own mind.

And besides, San had said maybe three things to you?

It wasn’t that big of a deal.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

Really though, you know it’s because it’s your secret now.

A silly, secret thing that happened because your stupid ass got yourself lost.

It was all fading into the little memory box in your heart until it happened.

Of course your posts have gotten plenty of likes and some comments.

But what you don’t expect is the comment you are currently staring at, slack jawed as you look at your phone.

No way.

It’s not really….

Is it?

Your brain seems to seize as you read the comment a few more times.

You hadn’t said a word to anyone.

It had to be him.

“You’re not crying, right?”

Choi….San???

[aylish91]

I don’t know if you’ve answered an ask like this before, so sorry if you have, but what does your writing process look like? Is there a certain space you like to write in? A time? Music? Do you have an outline that you follow or do you write more according to your mood? Do you have to plan to write or do you jot things down as they come to your mind?

I’ve found that I need to like write out a bunch of garbage - like at least three chapter’s worth - and sit on it for a bit before I tear into it and rearrange it and I’m just wondering how writing looks for other people.

Thanks in advance, I really admire your writing and how lovely your descriptions always are :)

Thank you so much for the ask and for liking my writing!!! It really means a lot!

Brace yourself, it’s a bit of a long one. It’s got some peeks of things though~

~~~

I have two places that I like to write at the most: Shoved in the corner at the table with my laptop and in the corner at my computer desk on the desktop. (I like to have notebooks or paper around to write down random thoughts. Hehe.) Time of day usually doesn’t matter, just whenever I am not desperately busy.

Unfortunately, my brain gets distracted remarkably easily. I cannot have music on while I am writing, otherwise, I find myself unable to think about what I’m writing and only about the song. It also gets me sucked into YouTube or doomscrolling.

As for my writing process… It really depends on what I am doing or writing.

For example, a lot of the requests I have written have been “in the moment” type of things. I get an overall sense of what I want it to look like, start typing, and see where the words take me. These take a lot of, what I like to call, “daydream time”. The story stews and rolls around in my brain in bits and pieces until the right combinations make their way into one coherent piece. As you can imagine, the amount of time that takes varies. Sometimes I can crank it out after thinking about it, within a day or two. Sometimes what my mind wants doesn’t end up working in the document and it takes several chunks written, sliced, and completely redone before it starts to form properly. (All versions or thoughts I don’t want to forget or that I might still use, get put at the end of the document.)

*** A tip I have been implementing a lot more lately is: It is perfectly okay to start over. It could be a scene, an opening, or an entire document. Sometimes what you want, is not necessarily what it needs. If it’s not working, don’t force it. It never turns out to your “standards” and just ends up wasting a lot of your time. If you need to, work on the next part or something else until your mind settles enough to figure it out. ***

For other projects or WIPs, my imaginings fester long enough or hit hard enough that I write down everything I can about it so I will remember. It is all chaotic. More serious works get vague chapter outlines or fully paraphrased if I have more in-depth musings. My favorites even get background information for future chapters~ (There are even times I write a whole scene on paper.)

Now, keep in mind that I am all over the place and very disorganized. My notes can and have been done on random bits of paper, written in a document or notebook, or scribbled on anything I can physically get my hands on. Many a quote has been put on random doodle pages because I didn’t want it to disappear once my squirrel mind flitted away. Guardians of the Deep was paraphrased on an old stained paper on my nightstand/dresser at 3:00 in the morning because I refused to let the dreamed inspiration leave me…

With all the information I store, I eventually write based on the information and what the visions have left me. I only get about a chapter or one short done before I too am leaving it for a bit. Depending on how fast I want to get it out or how busy I am, it might be for several hours or a couple of days. I find that time helps me spot things that could be better, fixed, or that I have missed (After all, all first drafts are going to be a little bit awful and I still manage to miss stuff after the go throughs… Sigh. Hahaha!). It also helps get my mind out of it’s tunnel vision. After that, I simply try to edit the best I can and post.

It’s wonky and all over the place, but it seems to work for me.

[danganronpadedication]

Request: Yasuhiro Hagakure x s/o general Headcanons

Yasuhiro Hagakure x GN! S/O General Relationship Headcanons -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wow, I'm so surprised to see yet another Hiro liker! I think he's awesome, he's very good comic relief and he's got a heart of gold. Which apparently a couple shady individuals are after, but hey. Sorry about the wait on this one, I'm an active uni student lol. - Mod Tsumugi --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. Hiro is a very laid-back and relaxed person, and that carries over into your relationship. His easygoing nature helps balance out any tense situations you two might encounter. He doesn't get stressed over small details, and will often try to calm you down if you're feeling anxious. Granted, he's not the best when handling comforting other people, but he tries his best.

2. Hiro isn't the most reliable person, he's very scatter-brained and disorganized, so it's up to you to keep him on track most days. He doesn't often think things through all the way, but his heart is in the right place. Expect a sense of spontaneity in your date plans, as he'll try and surprise you at every turn. He might forget to text you back, but he'll make it up with a silly apology, and a heartfelt gesture.

3. As the Ultimate Clairvoyant, he'll always offer to do readings for you, especially when you're uncertain about something coming up. Though his predictions are pretty hit or miss, it's amusing to see how much he believes in his own fortune-telling abilities.

4. Hiro might not be the type to fight, but he is surprisingly protective of you. He would try to diffuse conflict with humor or by “predicting” the outcome to avoid danger. He’d do anything to keep you out of trouble, even if it means running away from danger together.

5. He believes in following your dreams and will always encourage you to pursue what makes you happy. He might not have the best track record with his own schemes, but he’ll always be your biggest supporter, whether you're trying something new or struggling with a big decision. Expect him cheering for you the loudest.

6. Hiro often ends up in ridiculous situations, which provide plenty of entertainment in your relationship. Whether it’s getting scammed by someone for the third time this week or showing up with a new “get rich quick” scheme, his antics definitely provide you with some entertainment.

7. Expect random hugs, silly compliments, whatever he can do to show you he cares in minimal ways. He's very casual about it, he won't be calling you over the top pet names, but you will definitely know he loves you.

8. He's a conspiracy theory nut, especially the outlandish ones, and will frequently go on rants about whether or not the moon is hollow or if lizard people run the government. He gets really excited when you humor him, and let him talk your ear off about it. While you may not always believe him, his enthusiasm is contagious.

9. He’s the kind of guy who thinks he's being cool, but in reality, he’s a bit of a lovable dork. Though he'll probably get pretty defensive about it lmao. Be nice to him <3

10. His love language is probably either acts of service, or words of affirmation. He's also a bit of a momma's boy, you will be hearing him talk about Hiroko (not me projecting cause I love Hiroko). In the rare case you get into a disagreement, Hiroko will probably be the one talking some sense into him lmao.

------------------------------------------------------------------- You sat on the park bench, watching Yasuhiro fumble through his deck of tarot cards with an exaggerated sense of importance. He was determined to give you a "perfect" reading, even though his last attempt ended in him predicting that you'd somehow bring the dinosaurs back to life?

"Alright, babe, this time it's gonna be 100% accurate," he said, shuffling the cards like a pro—or at least trying to. One slipped out and fluttered to the ground, and he quickly bent down to retrieve it, grinning sheepishly. "Whoops. Just the universe messing with us."

You couldn't help but laugh. "I don’t think that’s how the universe works."

He shot you a playful wink. "Ah, you just don’t understand the mystical forces yet." With a grand flourish, he laid out the cards, and after a dramatic pause, his face lit up. "Oh, wow! It says here you're about to have a sudden adventure with someone incredibly handsome."

"Really?" You raised an eyebrow, playing along. "Who might that be?"

"Obviously me!" He shot up from the bench, grabbing your hand with a grin so wide you couldn’t help but smile back. “C'mon, let's go somewhere fun. I don’t know where yet, but the cards say it'll be awesome.”

"Hiro," you started, laughing as he tugged you to your feet, "You didn’t even finish the reading!"

He waved a hand dismissively. "Eh, it was probably just gonna say something cheesy like, 'You're destined to be with the best fortune-teller ever.'"

You rolled your eyes, a wide smile on your face. Hey, who were you to tell the cards they were wrong?

[lightning-and-sparks]

Ranking the New Tracks (brutal)

Spoilers for 2025 maybe?

Disclaimer: your opinions are fine don’t let me cramp your style, I just happen to be a bummer.

Unstoppable.

I’m so sorry this just isn’t it. It’s believable to come from a Just Dance game but I would not use this one as a big promo song. The coach looks good but that’s about it. The background is mediocre. Looks like a Brezz map but worse, every original has its cheap copy lmao. The choreography is predictable which is a bummer.

Calabria.

Yeah okay. It’s cute and not that bad. This would’ve had a chokehold between me and my two sisters fighting over characters. I’m not sure why the unicorn is such a huge deal especially with the marketing but she’s cute so whatever. The background is really cool and adds to the lore of them being humans trapped in the game. Song is odd but fine and choreography seems ok.

Yes, and?

This map is so ugly I’m so sorry. I know everyone seems into this one but man, it looks so disorganized. Why are they in a basement looking ass museum? The random foot is so funny it saves it a bit. The coaches are ugly and the background looks unfinished. It’s a pass for me but ik missions are going to be linked to this one.

Basket Case

If you know me by now this song is right up my alley. The background fits the vibes and reminds me of blue’s clues which is fun. I hate the other coaches on the left and right. They are so out of place but this whole map kinda looks weird so not as jarring as Yes, And? by any means. Can’t wait to play it seems solid enough.

Poker Face

This is tough because I love the Gaga maps but seems kinda… cluttered. Theming is strange considering you already have the card suit motif at your disposal… oh wait it’s there just poorly executed. How many of you immediately knew the people in black are the club and spade suit? Yeah, readability is poor. Also, there are four card suits so why are you jamming hearts and diamond together instead of making a fourth coach? There are already so many three coach routines in the previews. Also, are you guys riding the high of the Darkest Hour floating heads because why are they everywhere?

[timetravelstudies]

what do you like to cook for yourself on the daily? i find cooking really exhausting so im trying to find more ideas and see if i can make it more healthy :(

hi my darling <3 sorry if it took me a while to get to this but i wanted to give it a proper indepth answer so i waited until i was on pc, free of obligations etc. im warning u this ended yp 1) long 2) really disorganized and stream of consciousnessy lol. sowwy.

ok first of all my definition of cooking&eating "healthy" is to eat a variety of filling, nutricious and digestible foods. i dont count macros, i dont count calories, i dont restrict or avoid anything unless its smth i cant digest, i dont believe in any of that bullshit. im gonna have to avoid a lot more foods from now on bc ive recently discovered i have a ton of pretty severe intolerances lol and its pissing me off. but im gonna give you recipes etc based on what i was eating before

secondly idk what foods are cheap/easily available/available fresh vs frozen where you are + how much storage space you have etcetc. so again this is all gonna be based on my circumstances. that also goes for the effort & difficulty level of the recipes. these are around a low to moderate level for me as of say fall 2024, but i know some of them would have been way too exhausting in planning, prep work, organization etc for me a year or two ago. i hope at least some are usable for you though!

heres some advice that made my life easier:

whenever u boil rice always make extra. it stores super well and is really filling and versatile and can turn a random &/or meafer assortment of leftovers into a meal when u fry them together.

buy frozen veggies rather than fresh, and even if u get them fresh, cut them up asap and freeze them. having fresh veg in the fridge feels anxiety inducing bc its a commitment to cook meals from scratch more than once. if theyre in the freezer they can stay there forever even if youre in a rotting period yourself. i do the same with bread, buy a fresh loaf (or more likely half) and slice and freeze the whole thing.

whenever u make frozen veggies always make double portions. u can save half for dinner/lunch the next day. tada! you have your veggie portion for that meal. worse comes to worst you can fry or boil a single egg and itll stil be a nutricious and relatively balanced meal. if you unfreeze a bread slice itll be filling too.

heres how i cook frozen veggies so they dont taste depressing: for leaf greens (spinach, chicory, something wordreference tells me is called "chard") i get a deep-ish pan (NOT pot) and dump 2 frozen cubes in there with enough water that theyre covered about halway thru. i put as much salt as i want in the water, put a lid on the pan and let it cook at low-medium so they unfreeze. this way they get salted evenly. once theyre unfrozen i drain the extra water (some ppl drink this bc its good for you, i think its gross but if u wanna get 100% of the nutrients u paid for u may wanna try this, if so then i guess skip the salt step and salt later lol) then push them slightly to the side in the pan. i put some oil on the free half of the pan + some chopped up pieces of garlic and let it warm up a little bit at medium fire (until it makes a slight noise.... ur veggies will be fine bc theyre so watery still but u may wanna move them around a little so ur 100% sure they dont get stuck), then i mix it all up, raise the flame higher and fry it essentially. only for a few minutes. some people add dried chili pepper flakes too before frying, i only do that sometimes bc i get gastritis by too much spicy food lol. this is actually a way of cooking long veggies that is typical here in rome ("verdura ripassata", veggies cooked twice)

for non-leaf veggies i mostly eat zucchini or peas. in this case i do the same thing to unfreeze them (pan, water, salt, lid, wait) with the caveat that peas take FOREVER esp bc i like them soft. then when i fry, in the zucchini i add onion instead of garlic (my personal preference) and in peas. actually wait i will tell u a really easy delicious way of cooking peas i have later.

some foods to buy:

besides frozen veggies, get precooked legumes (in the can or the jar) since those also store forever. i always have 1-2 small jars in storage that i replenish when i eat them bc #youneverknow.

also get a few bottles of herbs and/or spices that you like bc you can use these to upgrade any food instantly, not just in taste but also in how elaborate and fancy it feels -> how good u feel about urself for cooking it. my staples rn are curry (just generic curry..... generic white people curry from the regular white people gocey store....... it does the job), turmeric (#orangefood tell ur friends. really good in fall/winter warms me up from the insideeeee smile), black pepper and coriander. i kinda dump these into whatever when i wanna feel like im A Chef creating Art. these get kind of expensive so tbh last time i just shoplifted them thanks to my big pocketed cargo pants.

onions and garlic are also staples in any italian kitchen i always have them on hand. any type of onion tbh but better any kind of big round one bc they last longer. but also i buy onion sprouts(?) sometimes and chop them up and freeze them to put in omelettes and make them feel special and taste more delicious.

also i semi-regularly buy lactose-free cream cheese bc i use it in a lot of foods + its a no-cook easy source of protein for when i cant be bothered to even take a pan out of the cabinet. but thats a fresh food so u have to commit to eating it within the week-10 days obv

heres a few "recipes":

pasta with pesto: buy pesto from the store. cook pasta. drain pasta (wet the drys...... dry the wets......). put pesto on it. boom. food. this was, no joke, 70% of the cooked food i ate in 2022 & 2023.

soup from premade soup: easy as it sounds. i buy big bowls of premade vegetable soups, theyre v cheap at my local store and i get 2/3 meals out of each. i dont get the pureed ones bc i think the texture is gross, i get the ones with chonks. i recommend the ones with lentils or some type of bean and/or cereal in them, not just pieces of veggies, bc theyre a lot more filling. in order to make them taste better and also feel more satisfied, i warm them up in a pot with olive oil, garlic, a pinch of salt, plus some stuff like powdered turmeric curry ground cumin or whatever other spice or herb you like. once its warmed up i also usually add a big spoon or 2 of lactose-free cream cheese to improve the texture + add some fat to counterbalance all the spiciness + "round out" the flavor. overall it takes 10 ish minutes. sometimes if i have leftovers i dump them in too (like idk boiled eggs and or potatoes, or a little bit of ham thats getting dry in the fridge, or smth) sometimes if i feel like it i will boil some rice too and eat it with rice mixed in as a curry. that usually makes it so i have leftovers for the day after bc i dont eat as much soup.

onion sprout cream cheese goat cheese veggie whatever omelette: ok first of all obv u can make an omelet with anything so this is ur chance to dump any leftovers in there too. but i have a couple of omelet "recipes" ive been doing in the past year which are specifically super delicious. n1 is omelet (2 eggs in a mug + pinch of salt + black pepper + whisk) then i unfreeze chopped up onion sprounts in the Michael Wave, chop up some solid goat cheese, dump it all in, mix so its even. in the meantime i warm up oil in a wide and short pan. its ready when u throw a teeeeny bit of water in and it hisses (dont hurt urself, back away immediately when u do this. by a TEEENY bit of water i mean i wet my fingertip and let a single drop fall). pour the entire substance in the pan, the bottom will cook almost immediately, the top will stay liquid for a bit which allows u to move the filling around with a fork bc it will inevitably get all in one place lol. then take a wide spatula and try to flip it. i can only sort of do this after a year of practice and only about half the time. tbh as long as u dont hurt urself its fine if it break. who gaf. anyway. the other side will cook MUCH faster about <1min. turn off the fire and put on the plate. sometiems i put an absorbent paper towel on the plate to soak some of the extra oil up. unfreeze a bread slice if ur feeling fancy. enjoy :) omelet n2 is the same but without the goat cheese. u can hold the onions too. basically just egg and salt. fry. once its done dump ur extra long leaf greens from yesterdays dinner on one half. cover the other half in cream cheese. close. its a crepe now :)

Delicious Peas: dump frozen peas in small pot, add a lot of water (say until the peas are more than covered), salt. put on a low-medium fire with a lid on. in the meantime u can cut up onions (regular onions will do) and ham (i eat presliced ham from the store so rather than cut i just tear it apart with my fingers into bite sized pieces lol). once the peas are cooked but still hard (like, they perfectly split into 2 halves when u bite them) u can dump the onions in and add oil. at this point u should still have some water but not a lot. like the peas are only a bit covered. if u have too much water np just throw a little out. once the peas are almost perfect softness say when 2-3 mins are left put the ham in. keep stirring throughout + u need to stir more often the less water there is (at the beginning when u have a lot of water u dont need to stir at all). this is a slightly more advanced recipe in my mind bc its slightly higher effort for slighly lower nutrients (only peas and some ham) but its very delicious #ToMe plus u dont need to pay a ton of attention to the pot so i do this sometiems in the evening and in the meantime i will clean the kitchen for the day or sit down when i can and play sudoku or whatever. anyway peas are also very filling for a veggie. also if you make this exact same thing but in a bigger pot u can bring the water to boil (with the peas in it) and dump some little pasta then keep cooking slowly at low fire while stirring in whatever ingredience you feel like. tada. pasta soup with peas and some other bits and bobs :) super filling and nutricious + once u know how to make this u can make a big batch and save for the day after or even freeze it in individual portions and eat it forever.

anyway. i didnt say anything abt fish bc i dont eat fish a lot and i didnt say anything about meat bc i just unfreeze whatever meat i have, say a burger, heat up the oil, dump it in, cook one side, flip, salt the cooked side, flip again, salt the other side, burn up a little, serve, eat. nothing special. sorry theres so few recipes but i dont know your cooking level or energy levels etcetc so i wanted to focus on relatively simple stuff that also makes for leftovers. i have some other recipes i like like #orangepasta (pasta & chickpea soup-style with turmeric) or a really delicious but kinda high effort everything-pasta bake i make on sundays with family or by myself and then i freeze a bunch of it. but those have more steps & ingredience so i avoided them.

i hope this helps even a little! sorry i wrote so much im kinda the yapper. lmk if you have any questions :) and from the bottom of my heart good luck. i know it can be hard and frustrating and depressing as fuck to be "bad" at food but it CAN be done i promise. i believe in you and love you soso much. MWAH! <3

[chrobinsane]

Sorry for the random message, but I’m just curious :,) I saw you love Susie and Julie as well, do you have any headcanons for them? :) I love hearing other people’s hc’s! ^^

No need to apologize! Julie and Susie fans are always welcome here <3

Here’s some of my hcs for them:

- Julie doesn’t like being told “I’d die for you”, so Susie tells her “I’d kill for you” instead

- Julie loves PDA. She will happily hug, hold hands, kiss, etc Susie and loves seeing her get very shy because of it

- Susie is always trying to steal Julie’s flannels (she doesn’t get away with it, but Julie lets her wear them sometimes)

- In my modern au, they have a daughter named Lily. She has Susie’s face and freckles and Julie’s hair and eyes. She’s a surprisingly calm kid and likes to be independent. Susie is a bit of a worrier but a very caring mom, and Julie is more of a fun mom

- Adding onto the modern au, the two of them moved to the city, and Julie became a forensics analyst, while Susie works at a lil cozy crafts store

- They like to take items that survivors bring into the trial, especially Susie who is a bit of a kleptomaniac. They both gave each other unique wedding rings

- Julie actually has had a crush on Susie for a while, but she didn’t ask Susie out because she believed Susie deserved someone better. I think a lot of people interpret Susie as being more invested in their relationship, but I see it more like Julie loves Susie as much as Susie loves her, she’s just a lot more stoic and keeps her emotions bottled up

- Lastly, idk if this counts as a headcanon, but I think Julie and Susie really click and understand each other more than anyone else in their lives. They just get each other 🧡🤍💗

I really hope you liked my disorganized rambling about the crime girlfriends, thank you for giving me an excuse to go off about them <3

[teabeexo]

Hello! I saw your post about OC asks, and I'm curious about question #23 (how organized/disorganized are they? How does it manifest in their life?).

HELLO DOLL IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO ANSWER!! Let me blabber 🗣️🔥

Winona is pretty disorganized in the general sense of the word. Most people would look at her workspace and think it’s absolutely in shambles — but it’s not so! Trust her, Winona has her own method of madness to follow. She has pretty intense ADHD anyways, and working in an environment just meshes with her brain. Too much perfect rigidity can actually be kind of disorienting for her.

Luella is probably relatively average when it comes to how well-kept her spaces are. She does need some kind of a system, otherwise she gets kind of overwhelmed. A busy surrounding can make her anxiety worse, so she tries to keep things relatively tidy. Her and Derek’s bedroom is very clean usually (with the help of Derek in maintaining it), but it’s mostly her bathroom that gets out of control. She doesn’t wear that much makeup, but she tends to just leave stuff on the counter and let it pile up while she’s in the zone, which leads to clutter. Her workspace is much the same.

Vérène is extremely neat in comparison to her friends, and that’s really just because of how her mom taught her to take care of her personal spaces. A lot of the hobbies she enjoys also requires a certain amount of organization, so it really just becomes second-nature to her. It’s also kind of comforting/soothing for her to clean, so sometimes she’ll end up getting carried away.

Mina isn’t super tidy, but also not terrible with her organization. She has an unfortunate habit of stacking papers and just shoving them into a drawer — but that’s usually a problem for future her. Her house can get a bit messy because she likes having trinkets and stuff, so she’ll sometimes just sit down with Qiu and figure out what needs to go. Her disorganization is less about being inherently untidy and more about nostalgia.

Maël, despite his best efforts, is absolutely terrible at maintaining order in his house. He sits things down and immediately forgets where he put it, which leads to moving more items in the search for it. He tosses things it random places and loses small stuff very easily. He tries, really.

[ghosts-of-wars-past]

Oh, you work for a version of my husband, don't you? What's it like working down in the archives in your world?

-Céline Bouchard ( @pupil-of-the-eye )

Fuckin' hell... We need a PSA for people to STOP marrying the Elias Bouchards of the world you guys don't know what kind of bullshit you're in for. Seriously. Let the line die out, enough with the Bouchards.

Well I'll answer the question, I guess. At first it was pretty disorganized and kind of random, I basically picked what I did everyday because no one told me anything. Then there was that bit I was a secret agent for Jon.

These days I am quite frankly not doing shit apart from playing candy crush. Okay and a bit of messing the place up and a significant amount of plotting your dear hubby's demise for being a bag of dicks. Sorry please tell him to fire me I can't deal with the shit energy in the office.

[ssreeder]

HI HELLO!! I JUST FINISHED “Into the Fire” A COUPLE DAYS AGO!!

I would say my thoughts about it but I have too many thoughts but I also don’t wanna fill your asks with 20 million anons so,

after I finished it I decided to re-read from LIAB and bro…

That shit broke me.

The way you perfectly constructed sokka’s arc, like I swear everything was intentional

He literally went from “it took years for him to get comfortable killing” to “he was always so good with people, that’s was before he started killing them” and from “if he felt a way about something he would most definitely share it” to literally hiding everything that happened to him from people he trusts. Wow.

Once again, absolutely amazed by your incredible writing skills, like actually impeccable.

Enough of me being philosophical,

YOU GAVE BATO A BF!!! HE CAN FINALLY GET OVER HIS HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH!!! AND JEE GETS TO BE HAPPY!!! AAAAHHH!! I’m so happy for them (ik they aren’t even an item yet but still, super happy for them)

Hooray for Ara!! She got her closure, and now she can start a new, healthier, happier lifestyle. Congratulations to my favorite violent dog!! May she get what she deserves (ominous)

But the way she just.. told Katara about zukka being together?? Like, no hesitation.

“Whoops, thought you were banging my brother. Sorry lol.”

“No lmao it’s okay. Zuko’s deff banging him though”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah lol. Toodles!!”

And then she just- LEAVES?? honestly mood though.

i liked how sweet and genuine she sounded when explaining zukka’s love story though, that was so good of her, she didn’t even talk them down or anything. It was actually so nice.

Can’t wait to see what you do for Jet, really really hope my little street rat gets better. on agni we gonna get you some will to live!!

So many exciting things happening I can’t wait!!

-suki closure!!

-TOPH AND SOKKA BONDING!!!

-IROH AND SOKKA’S TEA TALK!!!!!

literally have said this a million times but actually super scared for sokka for the last bit (zhao tea talks usually didn’t go well)

But I also feel like ur gonna make that an iroh pov… (I’m an empath) so I’ll stay tuned!!

Yue and La bless my favorite water tribe man Hakoda! He loves his kids so much I hope nothing bad happens to them (this is gonna be foreshadowing isn’t it?)

But anyways!!

I wanted to finally tell you about music!!

It’s gonna be a lot of mitski cus she’s one of my main artists I listen to but still,

I thought about “once more to see you” by mitski A LOT throughout RIA and a little bit now through ITF, it fits this part of the story perfectly (in my opinion). It’s literally just zukka through sokka’s pov.

Another one is “Christmas Kids” by ROAR, this one is more for LIAB, and a little bit of RIA, (can you tell I make the edits in my head?) But this time the choruses/verses change pov or can just be seen as multiple characters.

“First Love/Late Spring” by mitski fits zukka through zuko’s pov

And “I bet on loosing dogs” by mitski is Ara with zhao/shen

Now this one is very specific:

“Vampire Empire” by Big Thief

The first verse to the first chorus is LIAB-RIA kataang through aang’s thoughts about katara,

the second verse to the second chorus is zukka LIAB-RIA (and now more recently the current ITF situation) told as per sokka’s pov

And the third verse to the final chorus is how Ara feels about zhao. Like their entire history.

Okay that’s it sorry for bombarding you with my random ass disorganized ask 😭 I’ve been yapping too much, I know, I sound like Reho. Sorry if I said anything disrespectful!!

Anyway!! Can’t wait for the next update!! STAY SUPER DUPER AMAZING SSREEDER!!!

HI ANON WHO I ADORE & LOVE SO MUCH I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING 10000 YEARS TO ANSWER THIS. (In my defense it’s a perfect 10/10 ask and I couldnt let it go right away<3)

I AM SO SO SO SO SO SOOOOOO happy you enjoyed sokkas arc because damn, I really dismantled him throughout the series and the way you highlighted some of the details about sokka pre prison and how he did a drastic 180 is *CHEFS KISS* yeahhhhhh it was a long process but I’m glad you noticed the intentional dedication I had to ruining our boy sokka <3 (i know I know he’s not ruined but he’s not in a great spot mentally but he’s getting better but hell regress and progress and regress and yeah sokkas just not the same I mean but we will love him and he’s still our SOKKA)

JEE DID GET HIMSELF A BOY FRAND… He is smitten with our boy Bato it’s cute.

Ara is hilarious that’s all I gotta say about her haha.

JET!!!!! I love him!!! He’s not the besttttt influence on Suki but FUCK IT JET IS AWESOME (don’t expect any life changing shit from him but I’m excited that he’ll stay a part of the story) sorry Jet haters he’s staying in LIAB till death does us part of the story ends haha.

oh shit you sent this ask before the last chapter was dropped so now you know ITS AN IROH AND ZUKO TEA TALK (& let me tell you HAAAAA… they’re wonderful in a room together haha)

I was trying to listen to all your songs before I answered your ask but I couldn’t get through all of them, but I will!! I love that you are so passionate about music and the scenes and characters I feel the same way and that’s why I always try to give you songs I’m vibing with lol.

THANK YOU AGAIN ANON AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DONT BE SHY COME BACK ANY TIME I LOVE YOUR ASK!!!!

[a-hermit-pining]

Hiiii! I saw your event post and I just wanna join if its okay! I���m also curious what would the result would be.

So i’m 5’3 SouthEast Asian girly, with long wavy black hair with dark brown hues. Brown eyes, and I also wear eye glasses (because of the amount of reading ur girl need to do and also due to my crazy obsession with wattpad when I was younger 😭😂). Closet wise, I’m usually wearing some long sleeves/oversized sweater with high waisted cargo pants, chunky shoes like fila (because it adds up a little bit more of my height) ++ huge coat (perks of livin in far up north). I like doing lots of reading, if I’m bored enough, I would also read between random instruction manual or research journal or the nastiest smut / heart wrenching angst from ao3. 😂😭

I am bilingual with English as my second language (so sorry if my grammars are all wrong 😭). I’m also doing double degree in college both an Allied Health related major. I also work in a health care facility too as a part time. I like to sleep and spend my off day just for bedrotting but my very tight schedule unfotunately doesnt cooperate with me and its on me lol.

I’m just a wing-it kind of person. Very disorganize but somehow remains organize and still manage to work things out lol. I would schedule all my hangouts with friends via google calendar 💀. INTJ but also learned how to emphathize with people. idk if that make sense. Even tho I like being alone and just bedrotting, I prefer doing a lot of multitasking. It would be crazy to say that I like being workaholic and its crazy how I still able to maintain my social life. Other than that, from what my friends tell me, they said that I have a good insight, (i’m basically their part time therapist sometimes (in w/c i dont mind!!). Since i have a slight dark humor it adds up to my spicy witty remarks especially in my mother tongue, and very mic dropping sarcastic statements.

Sorry if this is very overwhelmingly long! Anyway either way, i love love love your works!!! Your works is what makes me energize during my tiresome clinical shift. Sending lots of love! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

-🪷

Hello friend 🌸, you seem delightful with all your hobbies and personality quirks. Love the wittiness and willingness to make others feel better. I am elated to hear that my works help you.

Because you are the perfect mix of sassy and sweet, while making others feel comfortable in expressing themselves, I see you doing well with this guy, who is messed up in his head sometimes but will love you like a madman.

I ship you with none other than Colonel Caleb.

You both are the life of party wherever you walk in.

You’re fixing your earring, just about ready to leave, when a blanket ambushes you.

"AAAH—" You stumble straight into his arms. "Caleb! Shit, what are you doing?"

You laugh as he spins you around, the blanket still tangled around you.

"I just got ready for our date! We’re going to be late for the movie!"

A series of soft kisses trail behind your ear.

"We don’t have to go," Caleb murmurs, his arms locked firmly around you. "We can stay home."

You turn in his embrace, arms looping around his neck.

"Why?" You narrow your eyes playfully. "You planned this for so long… don’t tell me you’re finally afraid of the trailer?"

A smirk tugs at his lips.

"Did I not say a horror movie was a bad idea?" You tease, tilting your head.

Caleb chuckles, shaking his head. "I am not the one who screams like a child, darling."

Leaning into your palm, he gazes at you with pure adoration.

"Besides, you just got home after such a long shift." His hands glide over your back, kneading gently. "I can make us something good, we’ll put on a movie, and just chill here instead?"

You hesitate. "But the reservations…"

Even as you protest, your fingers move to tug off your bobby pins.

Caleb grins, knowing he’s already won.

"Sooo… what are you cooking?" you ask, the weight of an outdoor date night slipping away.

You change into your pajamas and trail after him, watching as he steps into the kitchen to prep dinner.

Watching him cook made you happy.

Only second to eating his cooking.

Home was your comfort place.

And so was he.

[aniaka789]

RE-RISE: Chapter 1 part 3

Skywarp sat on a comfy, old couch in the Nemesis common room, overhearing a couple of Decepticons nearby. These days, it was unusually very quiet as he took a long moment to think, he was expecting for Megatron to complain or for Starscream to cause another ruckus. But no, there was no usual shenanigans going on.

The silence was actually starting to creep him out, he wasn't used to the passive vibe of the Nemesis. Usually it was very loud and chaotic but since Megatron is gone and Starscream has been disappearing more often, it didn't feel the same. Skywarp shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable, as it creaked harshly beneath him.

Skywarp took a long moment to look at the common room of the Nemesis as his wings relaxed. There were a couple of energon containers on the floor that had dirt and scratches on them, there was some energon cubes on tables, the walls had cracks and was rusty, the lightbulb was barely lighting the place up and overall it looked very disorganized and abandoned. He glanced up at the barely flickering lightbulb as it was starting to produce less electricity.

Skywarp got up as he stretched his arms as he walked to get his datapad and teleported out of the room and into the far hallways of the Nemesis. Even after leaving the room, the silence lingered, making the once-active ship feel eerily isolated. That was until he heard a couple of pedes coming towards his way and turned around curiously.

It was his brother Thundercracker and one of the seekers he hasn't seen that much, Gunwing. Gunwing, usually busy with air patrols alongside Nacelle and Blueheat, was a rare sight around here—making his presence a surprise. 

Soon Gunwing turned around, surprised to see Skywarp here, not expecting Skywarp to suddenly appear out of nowhere but Thundercracker wasn't that surprised knowing that Skywarp can teleport. So Gunwing turned to Thundercracker and asked...

 "I thought you told me he was in the main room. Isn't it kinda far from the entrance?" Gunwing asked Thundercracker with a hint of amazement in his velvety, medium-tone voice.

Thundercracker turned to Gunwing replying... "Skywarp has the ability to teleport, I forgot to tell you that when we finished our mission." Gunwing nodded before turning to Skywarp and asking him something important.

 "Sorry if we are interrupting you Skywarp, but we need a favour, it's important, so please don't miss this." Gunwing said as Skywarp nodded with enthusiasm and excitement despite the underlying tension in the Nemesis. 

 "Sure, what is the favour, Gunwing?" Skywarp replied, trying to keep the atmosphere light as he nodded. Gunwing took a moment before saying...

 "You know the power box in the main electrical room?" Gunwing asked as Skywarp nodded before Gunwing said "We need you to make sure that you do a couple of check ups on it throughout the week. It's been more faulty as of recently—more than it should be."

Skywarp nodded as he looked a bit surprised before exclaiming "Just leave it to me!" Skywarp said before teleporting as Gunwing stepped backwards in slight surprise, shifting his weight and wings as Thundercracker glanced, trying to gauge his reaction.

 "Is he usually that excitable?" Gunwing asked Thundercracker as Thundercracker sighed, having dealt with Skywarp's antics multiple times turned to Gunwing and said "Unfortunately, Skywarp tends to be a mess. He is a prankster and sometimes he tends to get stuck in the most random spaces. Come, we'll discuss him when we get to the command control room."

 Gunwing nodded before following after Thundercracker as he listened carefully to the older and more mature feeling. He just couldn't help but get a bad feeling about all of this...  He looked back at the storage room with his unease starting to feel heavy before quickly catching up with Thundercracker's pace.

Link to part 4 here:

[salubriousbean]

OHH MY GOSH THAT FINALE

IT MADE ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS !!!!!

(Spoilers below the cut)(very disorganized because I spewed this all out and then immediately went to bed bc it's late)

OKAY FIRST OFF THE MUSIC????!!!?!?!?!?!? LIKE HELLO THATS AMAZING I CANT WAIT FOR THE SOUNDTRACK TO BE RELEASED! LIKE AT THE BEGINNING THE MUSIC AND OHH MY GOSH THE E N D WITH OMEGA'S THEME?!!! WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE IT

AND ADULT OMEGA??!!!!!!!!!!! WITH THE REBELLION??!!! Okay but seriously her outfit tho like I desperately want that jacket, and her hair is so cute! And Hunter's bandana! AND GONKY! AND LULA! AND TECH'S GOGGLES! Oh you can bet imma be drawing a lot of omega over the next few months (or at least trying to every so often)

Okay anyways let's rewind a bit (these are all out of order) BUT LIKE CROSS'S HAND?? THAT CX WAS RUTHLESS OHMYGOSHH

AND THEN YES THE DRAMATIC BRIDGE SCENE IN THE RAIN!!! RIP Scorch but like DANG HEMLOCK GOT RIDDLED (he deserved it)

AND JT WAS SO FUNNY WHEN OMEGA JUST STABBED HIM LIKE BAHAHHA

Though, I did wonder why she didn't just make herself dead weight instead of running with Hemlock to the bridge. It would have slowed him down a lot more but maybe Scorch wouldn't let her (or I just didn't see, I know I missed some details).

SPEAKING OF DETAILS I MISSED, EVA TIED THE PRISON-LULA TO HER BACK??? Thanks for filling in the gaps tumblr lol

Also, I wonder how they made the Zillo's screeching bc I swear that was on another level like what the heeeck

Also I'm sad we didn't get to find out who CX-2 was, or if it was just another random clone (whoever he was he was kickbutt tho). And ngl the whole time Echo was talking to the prisoners (!!dramatic clone speech!! Like fives's speeches!!) I was peering for any sign of Dogma's tattoo

Also Hemlock, isn't that gas like a war crime or something? And the prisoner torture thing? I haven't read much of the Geneva Conventions but I'm pretty sure that's against international laws (well at least on Earth, you'd hope in the galaxy far far away as well)

ALSO!! THE C H I L D R E N !!!!! THEY'RE ADORAVLE AND I LOVE THEM SO MHCH AND I LOVE SEEJNG THEM AND THE CLONES ALL HAPPY ON PABU AND EATING SPACE ICE CREAM though Eva, Jax, Sami,Bayrn, and the other prisoners need new clothes lol

ALSO YES EMERIE I LOVE HER CHARACTER AND CHARACTER ARC ITS SO GOOD AND SHES AAAAHHH "You have my word" or something like that THE MANDO INSTINCTS KICKING IN

And I love her convo with Echo, about being free

AND THE SCENE UNDER THE TREE??*CHEFS KISS* BEAUTIFUL 10/10

That reminds me, the line "Clone Force 99 died with Tech" is so sad 😢

Gosh the voice acting is so good dsfjavlkakgsslsdgldgksdltdys

Also (sorry I'm using that word a lot lol) I totally though older Omega was Phee when she was going into the cave for some reason or like Phee with a different hairstyle BUT I LOVE OMEGA SO MUCH SHES SO STRONG AND UMM I ALREADY WANT HER ADVENTURES IN THE REBELLION

I'm so glad none of the batch died in that attack (but also their accelerated aging makes me so sad). Also I love how Hunter offers their help to Omega even though they're not in the physical condition they used to be. He's so loyal, they're all so loyal to each other. That's not a weakness (glares at Hemlock). I love the loyalty of the clones, built in shared experiences and trials.

Okay my typings getting worse so I'll maybe return tomorrow with more thoughts

[living-a-charmed-life]

hiii!!

saw your post about shifting advice from spirits or messages from people in your dr and whatnot and i would really like a reading if you wouldn’t mind🫶

tbh lately been feeling like i’m at a point where i don’t need or want advice with shifting but i think a message from someone in my DR would be cool! but tbh don’t actually know any specific people i would want one from

could you pick someone random or would i have to know? i’m really sorry but i’m just very inexperienced with readings and stuff like that so i’m not sure how detailed or not detailed i should be

Hi! I can do a reading for someone random from your dr. When doing this reading, I'm asking for messages from someone in your dr that cares about you! Hope that's okay!

This person's message is that you are very strong. You have lots of resilience and passion. Your strength inspires this person, but you need to take action on your ideas. You are also very generous. You need to stop delaying things, however. Put your anxiousness aside. You are not failing.

Seeing repeating 8's is a good sign.

Also, I got the message that you are disorganized, so maybe that might be something to work on? I was a bit confused by that honestly