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ONE PIECE IS SO GOOD HELLO????
I am one ep in and I am already won over
#I started live action and you know what? I'm probably going to try giving the manga a shot now#i didn't want to because the series is long but I GET IT NOW OKAY I DO#the serotonin boost I didn't know I needed#the mix isn't too bad either I can actually understand what everyone is saying without subtitles#there was a few instances where I was like 🤨 but honestly so far so good the dialogue is pretty clear#which I have noticed more often than not in some newer shows it's really hard to understand what is being said regardless of the delivery#which sucks so bad but anyway#sealingknight.txt.ramble#yes i know it's 4am but I fell asleep kind of earlier than normal so now i am wide awake oops🤡
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Nice to have a friend || [Simon "Ghost" Riley]
Note: I was so surprised that many of you wanted to read this stupid little thing. Read the notes for more after reading the whole thing.
Taglist: @untoldshortsofthefandoms @shoxji @atlantic-sugar @lujain420 @androgynoushellscape @actuallyanita
"What a coincidence, I knew a Simon Riley back when I was a kid," you noted with an adorable laugh after Price introduced the team to you.
Yes, that was me, Ghost was dying to tell you but his tongue was tied. That was the whole point of the mask, to keep his anonymity.
Seeing a familiar face from Manchester, someone he had fond memories of was a real serotonin boost for the rest of the week. You changed a lot since he had last seen you. Back in the day you used to be a pink-loving little girl who went to ballet classes after school, always the one to try and deescalate the fights between the boys.
Every time he laid his eyes on you and noted how far you'd come, his heart was filled with warmth. He was proud of you. Your sense of humor had matured over the years, but you could easily draw a smile on his face with your comments, you became strong and independent, and damn it, you were definitely easy on the eye too.
And this brought back memories, like the one from the first time he had actually talked to you after school. It was a cold, snowy day and he overheard you panicking about losing one of your gloves. He didn't want you to freeze to death on the way home so he decided to give you his gloves just in case. In return you asked him if he wanted to come over and play your brother's video games with you. From that day on, you occasionally met outside of school as well, and those were the happiest memories from his fucked up childhood.
"You seem to be really lost in your thoughts. What's up with you?" Soap asked him one day when the core team visited a bar after a mission.
Ghost let out a groan. He had noticed it before. The deep conversations you and Gaz were having more and more often, the little inside jokes no one but the two of you understood, and the lingering looks that strangely enraged him every single time. And now you were back at it again, staying within your own little bubble in the bar.
"Come on, Lt., you know you can trust me," the sergeant tried again after a minute or two. "Whatever it is, talking about it might be able to help."
He was right, but he had to be careful. "I think something's going on between those two," he said after a short while, as if he was just pointing out something quite obvious.
Soap looked over at you and Gaz. He even tilted his head to the side like a curious puppy as he tried to see what Ghost was trying to point out. "You think so? I haven't noticed anything unusual," he said.
Could it be that he was seeing more into the situation? "Maybe I'm wrong. I don't know." And with that, he dismissed the idea. It was nothing more but his surprisingly vivid imagination playing games with him. That was all.
Or was it?
Fuck.
When he was alone in bed, he always thought about you. It was strange, he wasn't the type to get fixated on women this much. But you… You were an exception. Every inch of his body was craving you, a primal need infesting his brain every time he thought of you. This led to times when his hand found its way under his jeans to end his suffering for the time being.
When he was away from you and didn't see more into certain situations, he often imagined what it would be like to have you around all the time. Seeing you walk around his shitty apartment in his shirt, having breakfast together, watching a movie with you in his arms, or him exploring your body over and over again, drawing one orgasm out of you after another.
It was bad. He was caught in a spiral and had no idea how to get out of it if you couldn't be his. Each passing day made it worse, he got lost in a fantasy world and was terrified to face you again. What if his instincts turned out to be right one day? What if he found out you were in a relationship with someone else, let alone with someone he knew very well?
And then the worst happened.
"I owe you a drink," Soap told him out of nowhere during their next mission. Ghost had absolutely no idea what he was talking about so he put down the weapon he had in his hand until then and gave him an expectant look. "You were right about Y/N and Gaz, those two are definitely together. I just caught a glimpse of Gaz having his tongue down her throat behind the building," he explained with a laugh.
But he couldn't laugh, not when every cell in his body wanted to scream. He had kept his distance so well in the past months that you barely talked to each other. This was a big mistake, he could see that now. Maybe if you knew the truth, if you knew he was that boy from your childhood, things would be different. You could be friends again, and once you were relaxed enough around him, he could try to see if you wanted more than that.
He couldn't even look you in the eye after Soap's announcement. If you asked him anything, he kept the number of his words to the bare minimum, and this didn't go unnoticed by you. "Do you have a problem with me?" you once asked him when you were left alone following a briefing.
How could you sound so sweet and innocent? How could he lie to you when you were looking at him like that? But he had to do it, he couldn't tell you that he was jealous. That he, despite being friends with Gaz, thought you made the wrong choice this time.
"No, I don't," he replied then walked away without another word.
Two days later Price stopped in front of him and watched him with a questioning look. He waited, hoping the Captain would get bored of this silent game and just tell him what he wanted. In the end he took a deep breath and asked, "Are you okay?"
Strange. "I am. Why?"
"Listen, Simon, I know the history of every member of this team. I know you and Y/N went to the same school at the same time back in the day. Did you know her back then?" he asked seriously, although Ghost could see the hint of a smile on his lips.
Was he about to scold him or praise him? He wasn't entirely sure. "I did. Why?"
"You've been different lately, especially when she's around. I'm not saying you've been making mistakes because it wouldn't be true, but maybe you should consider telling her the truth. There's tension between you and I'm not sure that's good for the team in the long run."
And Price was right. If he kept himself isolated for much longer, if he kept letting his fantasies take over his unwind-time, then he would soon be in serious trouble on the field. And not just him, but everyone else he worked with. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.
But despite the initial drive to do as Price advised, it actually took him a month to finally man up and talk to you. Even then he hesitated, wondering exactly how and when to approach you, preferably without any other member of the team around. Then the opportunity arrived near the end of the mission when he found you alone in a room.
"Can we talk?" he asked you after he knocked on the doorframe. You looked surprised at first. It was understandable, after all you had talked around a total of fifteen minutes in the past months. Ghost gulped loudly and closed the door after you nodded. "I'll make it quick. There's something I need to tell you."
He stopped and you waited. "Okay?"
Breathe in. Breathe out. It wasn't that hard. "When I was a kid, there was a girl in school," he began. "One day she lost her gloves and I gave her mine so her hands wouldn't freeze off in the middle of the winter cold. I think that's when we became friends."
Your eyes narrowed. Your breath caught in your throat. At that moment, you knew the truth. "Simon?" you whispered his name quietly.
He nodded in response, a delicate smile creeping on his lips under the mask as he watched you. A part of him hoped you would be excited, that you would wrap your arms around him to pull him into a tight hug. But his imagination failed him, your reaction was quite the opposite. You buried a hand on your hair and turned your back to him as you tried to process the news.
Then, after what felt like an eternity to Ghost, you finally turned back to him. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
Your voice was fused with anger and he honestly couldn't blame you. "I prefer anonymity these days," he replied, pointing at his skull mask.
"Why now?"
Because I can't stop thinking about you and it's getting awkward and also affects my performance in the team. Fuck. He couldn't tell you that. "Price gave me a pep talk. He thinks it would be better for the both of us if I was honest with you." Well, this was true. He did say that.
"Great. Now I know. Is there anything else?" you asked, your voice unusually cold.
There was nothing left to say. He could've asked you about Gaz, whether you were truly in love with him or only had fun during missions, but he kept his mouth shut. You were mad. He didn't want to make things even worse. So he walked away and decided to focus on the rest of this mission instead.
You avoided him from this point on. While until now it had been him who did that, now the tables turned and you were the one who didn't want to talk to him unless it was absolutely necessary. Months passed like that and he was beginning to worry that things would never be okay with you.
Then things slowly began to change. You began to ask him how he was, sometimes asked for his opinion, and generally acted nicer around him. At first he thought it was just his raging imagination playing games again, but no. You were really warming up to him.
"Wanna go out for a drink?" you asked him one day.
Ghost wanted to say yes, but it wasn't the right time for that. "We're working."
You nonchalantly waved your hand at him. "Nah, I checked with the Cap, he's okay with it if we don't stay long and don't get too drunk," you explained with a playful grin. "So, what do you say?"
Nodding, he followed you out to the car that parked in front of the temporary base. Friends. You had to be friends again first. But it was a start, he could definitely work with that.
#sorry no happy end for our boy#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#call of duty#modern warfare#modern warfare ii
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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐕: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬?—𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬/𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬
a/n: thank you THANK YOU guys for so much for the love lately. writing abt warren for yall and reading your guys' comments has been such a serotonin boost. I LOVE YOU ALL <333
timeline: ep. 3 + Christmas scene (kinda...)
-> Part 1
-> Part 2
-> Part 3
This chapter: Part 4
Part 5
Epilogue (cancelled)
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warnings: not proofread as always <3, cursing, first Billy mention, angst (turned to fluff calm down), drinking, confusing time progression, implied sex teehee
summary (of this chapter): a visit to Laurel Canyon simply to talk to a friend and drop off a personally made outfit to a special costumer, ended in confessions and closures.
(if that didn't make sense, dammit just read the chapter)
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"Warren's either on something, or..." Eddie snickered at the offended Warren, "...yeah. Heh."
"I'm telling the truth, man!" Warren threw his hands up in frustration. "Guys, seriously."
"Warren, man, how do you expect us to react?" Graham took a swig of his beer. "It's just not...believable."
"We want proof." Eddie challenged him.
"Like what?" Warren scoffed. "What-What do you want me to show you guys?"
"You're creative man, I dunno, her bra?"
Warren leaned forward like he wasn't sure he heard his friend correctly. "Her bra?" He repeated. It triggered a nerve he didn't know could be triggered.
"There," Graham pointed at Warren's visible provoked tone. "That was enough proof. If he doesn't have it, then he never did it."
"Or!" Warren scoffed at both of his friends. "This is something I don't want to mess up. This is something new to me, and so far I think I have a good chance of getting something real. We kissed. We hung out. We laugh about things. I get her. I didn't have to do it."
A moment of silence and unsure glances were shared between the two friends, until the image of the woman and Warren talking to one another at that yacht party submerged from Graham's drunken and sluggish thoughts.
"Woah woah woah," He pushed himself to sit up. "What about Flora, the girl from the yacht party? You were just hooked on her."
Warren's lips immediately spread into a prideful grin. "That is her."
"Y/N Augustine...is Flora...?" Eddie frowned into space.
"Yeah!"
Only laughter erupted from the two drunk men, in turn making Warren grow more impatient with them.
"Fuck you guys, where's Karen?"
"Oh okay." Eddie shook his hands mockingly. "As if Karen will believe you any better."
Warren enters the house, almost tumbling over Camilla crouched down to the babbling Julia.
She noticed his tensed up presence. "Hey, War," she smiled up at him, "something wrong?"
"Nah, don't worry about it," he waved her off, clearly distracted. "Where's Karen? I need her to back me up for something."
"She's out by the front, I think," she squints through the sunlight seeping through the window. “She said not to bother her, though.”
A figure comes in through the front door, but it was just Billy, much to Warren's disappointment.
"Hey man, is Karen talking to somebody out there?"
Billy furrows his eyebrows at him. "Yeah, but I wouldn't...want to interrupt."
"I just need to steal her for a minute."
"Warren, she's kind of important." He warned. "I wouldn't-"
Warren took it as a further indicator that the guest was Y/N. Karen couldn't possibly know anyone else as famous. He marches past him to the door, and when he swings it open to find Karen gathered on a table with the familiar woman sipping tea together, he instantly rushes to them.
Karen sees the black-haired figure she feared would eventually come and interrupt her time with her friend, and she couldn't help but groan out.
"Will anyone just give be a bloody minute to have things to myself? I mean, fuck!"
"Hello ladies," Warren greeted anyways as he stood in front of them. He waves at Y/N peering up at him through her pink-tinted sunglasses. His hands twitched at the sight of her in a purple see-through kind of cloth for her puffy long sleeves, her white bra visible. "Hey."
Karen took note of the way Warren's usual composure to be nonchalant suddenly sloughed off at the sight of Y/N. He actually seemed tense, and clammy, and giddy all at the same time.
"Hi."
And Karen took note of Y/N's. Her normal response to push away any means of flirting was suddenly forgotten at the sight of Warren's cheeky smile. Her "migraine" from having to work with a well-known celebrity who turned out to be a complete bitch from a few hours ago suddenly disappeared, seeing as now she was grinning up at him.
•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•
Karen: There was this...excruciatingly flirty tone in their voices. It was annoying for me to be the one to witness it.
But it was adorable how vulnerable they made each other, even from that simple greeting. Mind you, I didn't know what was going on between the pair. And everything about the way they looked at each other that day seemed...innocent. Pure, if you will.
Well, yes, I sent Warren to her condo so that I didn't have to explain to the poor guy that Y/N Augustine was messing with him the whole time. I sent him there because I knew she needed someone like him, and I knew he needed her too, in the best way.
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"You sound like you're in a rush, War," Karen faked a smile. "Why don't you get on with it so you're not wasting our time?"
Warren frowns down at her. "I mean, I was going to ask to borrow here politely, but I think I'm just going to take her now."
"Mm," Y/N hummed. "I love being objectified."
"Sorry baby," Warren apologized, squeezing her bare shoulders. "I got some stubborn friends who don't believe I've gone more than 6 feet of you. Gotta humiliate them. You like humiliating people, why don't we make this a date?"
"I'm sorry, did I miss something?" Karen gagged, pointing to the both of them. "I don't like this."
"Too bad, Sirko-"
"No, she's right." Y/N retorted. "I didn't agree to anything. I only came here for this." She reached below her seat for the red, shiny box, and Warren's eyes widen like saucers.
He lets out what sounded like a high-pitched scream, and a gasp at the same time. "For me? Aw, baby..." His eyes set on her admiringly. "You shouldn't have!"
Warren should've seen the incoming sarcastic remark a mile away. "Are you kidding me?! Of course I had to! I mean, I lost a total of 5 hours of sleep for this, and I have more pricks on my hand than a local cactus...but who cares?"
So Warren decides to play along. "I love me a tough woman."
But his swagger was immediately washed down with humiliation when Y/N stopped herself from continuing it.
"What the hell, Augustine? That's what that was?" Karen scoffed, taking into her hands a white tag attached to the strings of a ribbon tied to complete the look of the present. The tag was titled Serenity by Y/N Augustine. "Is that what I think it is?"
Y/N smiles awkwardly, and all Karen could do was sit with an agape mouth, trying to restrain herself from strangling her friend.
"I want to wear your work!" She whines. "I've been begging you to make me something for ages! What's his reason for one?"
Warren pulls up a chair and starts ripping the red wrapper. "Pretty privilege." He shrugged.
"Oh!" Karen moved her head back in offense. "Do you want to go, Rojas? I knew Y/N way before you even thought about snagging her!"
"Karen, can we calm down?!" Y/N yelled at her, laughing. "What's in a few weeks?"
She thinks about it for a minute. "Christmas-oh. Oh!"
Meanwhile, Warren had stood up from his seat to try on the his new light brown leather vest, embroidered with flowers on the bottom, and then-
“There they are.” Warren chuckled as he pointed out the bejeweled part of the vest. The jewels were tiny and silver, and acted as borders of the flowers, and went to border the rest of the vest.
From far away, Warren noticed that they were made to stand out. Not too glamorous, but definitely not too basic that can be found at a lame, store at the mall.
No, this was designer. This was by Y/N Augustine, the fashion icon.
“I did what you suggested,” Y/N squinted up at him. “I���m still getting used to how I want to use them on clothes. I don't want the to look to over the top."
“Not bad, baby. I like it.” He chuckles as he lifts his shirt off.
“This is the part where I leave.” Karen whispered to her, a disturbed look on her face, before walking off inside with her tea.
And maybe it was a good idea Karen left.
Y/N stares openly at his bare body. His bare chest.
Holy cow.
“You take your shirt off for every girl?” She mused. But at the same time, she was serious, with a hint of suspicion.
“Nah, just you.” He remarked before swinging his arms through the vest. It slid fit into his body easily. “Such fine art is reserved for the finer art.”
“Geeze, Rojas.” Was all she could muster up, out of complete flattery. Normally she would find these pick-up lines completely overused that it’s lost meaning, or that it’s meaningless as it is.
But she was believing this so easily. Way too easily.
The weird thing is, she likes it. She actually looks forward to them, and at the same time she's disgusted by her own smittenness.
Is that even a word?
Warren pats the vest against his chest and dusts off invisible dust. “How’d you know my size?”
“Called you to ask." She sipped her tea. "Woman named Camilla answered, though."
"That's why she snuck in my room to grab a vest. Could've just asked me to take over, though."
Y/N laughed. "The conversation went on for hours. She's lovely to talk to. I want to meet her in person today."
Warren couldn't help but get ticked off. She's touched every nerve he had, it felt like, but she was avoiding anything that had to do with him.
He was right in front of her, and all she could do was avoid him every possible way.
It was like every step Warren took, with Y/N's coldness, he'd have to take a way more steps back than he did forward. Approaching her kept hurting him.
And the only way she's approached him? It was a kiss, the best and most sensual kiss he's ever felt, one that seemed to keep him breathless and despite it, left her wanting for more. It was a kiss he's been wanting more of at every thought, every mention of her name.
And while the kiss was a moment he'd never forget, it seemed like for Y/N she had forgotten it as soon as it was over.
Y/N senses his change of demeanor just by the way he slipped out of the vest. "What's wrong?"
"Can we talk about it?" His voice wavered. Asking about it physically pained Warren, but he pushed through. "Alright? It's the least you could do."
Y/N swallows thickly, her eyes darting off to her shoes. "About what?"
"Y'know exactly what." Warren inhaled sharply as he slipped back into his t-shirt. "What is this, even? What do you expect out of this?" He motioned to the two of them. "Because I'll tell you what I want it to be. Y/N I barely know you, but I've already picked up enough about you to know that you are just about the only person I know that's stuck on me. You're different, and it's so comforting and-and nice to see someone stick to their own thing and not feel the need to conform to be part of the crowd. Do you know how refreshing that is? And, fuck, that kiss-"
Warren saw a slight tremble in her bottom lip, and he wasn't sure if he should stop or not.
"I'm not..." she clenched her jaw, surprisingly, not out of anger. "I'm not the happiest right now."
"Well that's fucking perfect, Y/N." He pointed at his chest. "I'm. Right. Here."
She shook her head, her eyes shut. "Don't-"
"I can do it." He reassured her in a low, husky voice. He took the risk of placing a hand on hers. "I doubted it for a second, that I'm holding you back or something, but nothing does. Nothing can hold you back. You do your own shit, and everyone just follows along, because you're such a force. For fighting about women's rights, donating to charities even I've never heard about-"
Y/N's heart only jammed against her ribcage violently. "How'd you know about that?" She whispered under her breath in disbelief.
He shrugged with a smile. "A man's gotta do his research."
She can't possibly give in, and it wasn't about her career now.
She's scared if she gives in, that she's just using him to fill in the emptiness of her life. A good—the best man she's probably met for noticing what others couldn't about her, for noticing what she herself couldn't notice.
She had just submitted a few of her bejeweled and other unique and risky clothing projects like Warren encouraged her to, and her team loved them.
When no answer came out of her, Warren continued, swiping his thumb over and over on her hand. "I've done all the research I can do, now I really want to see you behind the camera, behind the press."
It easily hit every doubt Y/N had in her heart down and dead. "Dammit, Warren-" she choked out, a hand over her eyes.
"Hey, look." He chuckled out. "I'm asking for a lot, but we can take this as slow as you want-"
"You're so fucking stubborn." She sniffed, slapping his hand away out of flattery. "Fuck you."
"Is that a yes? I don't have to go on one knee right now though, right?"
Y/N only shook her head and brought his lips to hers hungrily.
No, he didn't have to go down on one knee right now.
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Warren: Y'know, there were a lot of things I wish I could go back and experience again, but nothing beats the shocked look on those motherfuckers' faces that day when I came back with my sweet babe of a girlfriend wrapped around my arm *chuckles*
Eh, well,*he ticks* they actually haven't met her until Christmas day, which wasn't until a few weeks later. And I had some making up to do, which was perfect.
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"You promised me a drum lesson." Y/N panted out a laugh. Even after the high, she was able to push herself up on her elbows on the lofty bed. "To brush off my drumming skills because the drummer from the Six said I needed 'some help."
The said drummer followed her up and smiled against the corner of her lips. "Look who's gullible now." He teased.
He makes a trail of kisses from the neck and up, and with his mustache, earned him a few squeals and screams.
"One of these days I'm going have to elbow you or break your nose," she giggled out. "Warren, stop!"
He doesn't, and the sound of her giggling and laughing only encouraged him to kiss her harder on her neck, and with every pursing of his lips his mustache followed, tickling her. "You love my nose and my mustache."
"Warren, fuck!" Y/N moved away and grabbed her bedside alarm. "The dinner was supposed to start 2 hours ago."
"Well shit," Warren shrugged, clearly ignoring his lover's panic. "Too late for anything now. I think we should just stay here, on this bed, making lo-"
"Oy vey," she muttered under her breath, staring at the clock in dismay once again.
"Baby," he stifled a moan against her shoulder. "What did I say about speaking French to me? Fuck..."
"That wasn't even-I'm getting dressed." Y/N stumbles out of her entangled formation with her boyfriend to get to her closet.
When no movement followed her, Y/N threatened, "Warren, if you don't get up I'm dragging you out by your mustache."
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on fic writing and fandom: where am i going forward?
So. It's a bloody dull Friday and I'm writing this post--have been meaning to, for a while--because I can't stop thinking about it. It's just a few (a lot, actually) thoughts I've had in my mind the past few days that I've decided to spill into a single post, which turned out far longer than it needed to be, but nothing too important. Under the cut.
I've been a fanfic writer for a while now. Not a long time by any means, but a while nonetheless. My first fic--which is now orphaned like a few of its brothers for undisclosed reasons, though if you're an og you might be able to guess why--was dated back to the 18th of November 2021. 3 years later and I've got a humble 89 works and counting (the orphaned works and unposted wips unincluded). I can safely say I've improved quite a lot since then.
Where are you going with this, then, Kitty? Surely you aren't here just to brag about your writing progress?
Well. Not exactly. But I'll start with this: I guess what I'm trying to say is I've lost the spark.
You know. The old feeling. That boost of serotonin you get after you finish a piece you're proud of, or when you get lovely reviews on ao3, or when you get a kudos email, or a new mutual, or some wild tags under your silly post. The spark. I haven't felt it in a long time, now. The last time it's been so palpable was... I'm not sure. Probably last year's October. That was a lot of fun. I was most prolific in fic writing, that year. It shouldn't feel like a long time ago. Because it wasn't.
Don't get me wrong. I love all this. All that's going on right now. The comments I'm getting--even if fewer than I had before--and all the other interactions, I appreciate and enjoy and love them so, so much. And writing my newer fic projects are well exciting. But it just isn't the same anymore. I'm afraid it never will be.
(Maybe it has something to do with the lack of interactions lately. Maybe? I don't really know, either. I'm sure we're all well aware the fandom is past its peak, and with the current developments in the MCU I am frankly unsurprised, but I dunno.)
I guess that's part of the reason I've been less active lately. I've been inactive as a whole this year, admittedly, and disappearing far too often for far too long (and I notice some of my friends are, too). I just didn't get the same joy from being in a fandom like I had when I first started this blog, or my ao3 account.
In hindsight, I've probably been a little too dependent on fandom to provide me serotonin. The past few years have been hard, the years before that, too. Life just keeps kicking me in the arse time and time again. I guess I've been using fandom and fic writing as a coping mechanism, and once I've had my fill, the joy dies off to something a little more dull. Like a gum I've been chewing for too long that the sweetness has since worn off.
Honestly? I don't want it to be this way. I want to live without being so dependent on my presence online. I want to live without only knowing joy through internet interactions. I've got to learn to. It sounds silly, but it's true. (I think I may be slightly chronically online, oh no. x'D)
So naturally my first instinct is to distance myself a little. I contemplated quitting, but I can't do that. I don't see myself ever doing that, no matter how many times my brain convinces me that I might.
When this year started, I had set some goals for writing. One of them was to write for more whumptober prompts than I did last year or complete them all. I did like 21 prompts or something last year. Of 31. Within a little more than a month. While still balancing all the life stuff I had going on. This is, if not obvious, an extremely ambitious goal. I am not insane. I don't know what I was thinking. I can't possibly do that now, can I? Not with all the stuff that's been happening.
...
Can I?
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Yeah, no. Definitely not.
See, that's another thing: writing. Probably the thing I'm trying to get at in this post but otherwise derailed completely from. Fuck my brain.
I'm sure many of you have noticed that I've been writing significantly less. I still post, obviously, but not as much as like, last year when the number of works I had went from a few to far too much. That had helped me improve quite a lot, actually, but those days I barely slept because I just insisted to replace my sleep time with Writing Shit For The Gays. It was pretty unhealthy now that I look back at it. My sleep schedule is still shit now but, yk. Some things just never change.
I was really, really caught up on wanting to be good at writing. Like, really good. I wanted to make awesome things. I wanted to write like a real fucking pro. Like all the more popular fandom authors I look up to. I want to be like the big dogs in fandom. It sounds so silly. I did everything; sprinting daily, setting a minimum of 500 words writing sessions every day, trying new writing styles, churning out works after works, writing for prompts and events and gifts and the like. I was enjoying it, yes, but was it really something I did for myself? Or was it because I wanted to please other people or impress other people for their validation, which is something I'm entirely too dependent of? Was it for the numbers?
Well. It was more for that than for me, I realised a little too late.
So yeah. Fuck wanting to be good. I want to write for the hell of it. I want to write something that's for me. Not what the majority of the fandom or other people want to read, but for me. Which is why I absolutely loved writing works like just a matter of time, how to kill a god, or how to become a god, because they're not meant for other people but myself. (Ironically that last work is a gift but, yk. I still liked it.) I know I joke about self-projecting a lot, but it's been seriously helping me rediscover the joy of writing that doesn't come from the incessant need to be good or perfect or focus on producing more and more and more. It makes me feel like a kid again. Also, I'm only realising this now but I'd rather get like 5 people who enjoy reading my works so much and express them to me rather than 100 people who silently thumbs up at me and then go away to consume another fic or demand more. (All this to say I still love interactions, it just shouldn't be my no. 1 priority to get them when writing fanfics.)
But yeah. None of those works are perfect. They're not meant to be. But they're mine. They're me. They represent me. And it's so, so great to feel that in writing. I've been so stuck up on being some sort of content machine. I'm doing this for myself, how could I forget? I've been saying this since the beginning, I don't know why I'm still struggling to do it. God. It's ridiculous.
Anyway. That's that. This has become a very long ramble. Thank you for listening to my Ted Talk. And for letting me waste your time, if you make it to the end of this post.
#ramblings#personal#writing#i doubt anyone would bother reading this from start to finish but i needed somewhere to just Say Things and Let It Out
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One thing I failed to mention in the very long post I made about the two minutes of jikook in Jimin's Wlive is how immensely happy it made me feel to see them together. To see them happy, giggling because they were together.
It's a strange feeling that they generate, like a serotonin boost that you didn't know you needed so much. Seeing them happy makes me happy. It's as simple as that. And it goes beyond the relationship I think they have. It's obvious that they are happy together, you notice the complicity, the nervousness between them and it's sweet. It's almost pure, I don't know if I'm exaggerating but I promise you that's what I sincerely believe. I hope that never changes between them, not matter what.
Seeing them happy, makes me happy.
ahh the power that these men have over me. I hope it never goes away.
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BTS Reaction To Hearing You Singing
Not a request but I've been thinking about writing something like this because I haven't been able to stop vibing to BTS's songs lately and someone walked in on me - 🤦🏽♀️
Seokjin
“Do you want to listen to music?” Seokjin asked as he passed you the cutting board, a knife, and some salt. “I have a playlist on my phone.”
The two of you had decided to go all out on cooking dinner tonight - for no particular reason - and Seokjin was starting to feel exhausted from the sheer amount of topics you could bring up in just under thirty minutes or so.
So now he was suggesting music in a hopes that it would get you to focus more on cooking rather than striking up a thousand different conversations.
You shook your head. “Not really.” But then you paused and glanced at your boyfriend, whose face was inscrutable. “Well if you really want to it’s fine.”
He shrugged indifferently. "Let's just focus on dinner."
Nodding, you brandished the carrots and set them on the cutting board, beginning to slice them up into 2-3 pieces. A relaxing silence fell over the both of you as you concentrated. However Seokjin's mind had wandered to his career as he watched you cut up the carrots, and he found himself subconsciously humming along to a few of his songs before he finally couldn't bear the silence any longer.
"How about I sing?" Jin eventually suggested.
You nearly dropped the knife in shock, jerking your head towards Seokjin whose eyes had taken a somewhat distant - almost wistful - look to them. You'd asked him to sing for you many times before, but he usually rejected it in fear of overusing his voice. But now that he was the one suggesting it, you couldn't hide your excitement.
"Really?"
"Really."
Seokjin smiled when you nodded eagerly and started to sing Life Goes On. "오늘도 비가 내릴 것 같아, 흠뻑 젖어버렸네, 아직도 멈추질 않아~"
Jin's enchanting voice floated through the kitchen and you closed your eyes briefly, taking a few minutes to appreciate his lovely vocals. And then you also joined in, singing along quietly. You'd never sung in front of him before - you were far to shy to do that - but when Seokjin sung it was like there was some irresistible instinct to join in as well.
"끝이 보이지 않아, 출구가 있긴 할까?" You hummed quietly, and Seokjin paused upon hearing you sing a few more verses with him, surprised at just how gorgeous your singing voice sounded. "발이 떼지질 않아, 않아, oh."
You looked at him in surprise upon realizing that he stopped singing and was watching you. "Why'd you stop?"
A huge grin spread across his face. "You didn't tell me that you could sing jagi. You sounded so beautiful."
Blushing, you turned your head away. "It was nothing."
"It was certainly something." Seokjin insisted, putting his elbow on the counter and tipping his head towards you. "You sounded like an angel~"
"Jinnie~" You whined. "Stop it, you know compliments make me shy."
"But it's true!" He said, coming over to kiss your head and brush the hair from your eyes. "A princess like you only deserves to hear the truth."
Giggling shyly, you shook your head and mumbled thank you. Seokjin was beaming - either because he enjoyed seeing you so flustered or because he was still gushing over your voice, you couldn't tell.
After a while, when you two had returned to cooking, Seokjin asked, "Why haven't you sung for me before?"
"I was too nervous." You answered.
"Aww you're just the cutest thing aren't you!" He poked your cheeks with the most affection smile ever, causing you to redden.
"You have to sing for me more often." He declared. "I need to hear your voice more often - it's like a serotonin boost."
"I don't know..."
He grabbed your hands and tugged you closer, pouting a bit. "Please jagi?"
You hesitated before nodding. "Alright."
Seokjin broke into the cutest smile ever and did a little celebratory dance. "We can sing DNA together - how does that sound?"
"Good." You said, but then he added with a playful - but mischievous smirk,
"You're doing the majority of the verses," Before you could protest, he brought his finger to your lips. "And I'm getting a video of you."
"Hey-"
Seokjin was already reaching for his phone. "C'mon you said you'd do it. How am I going to pass up on such an opportunity to hear you, beautiful?"
Yoongi
"Trust me jagi, you're going to do just fine." Yoongi reassured you, noticing just how nervous you'd become.
He'd finally convinced you too rap some of his lines in Daechwita. Yes, they were difficult but he knew that you were more than capable of rapping to his level - he'd come home on several occasions to overhearing you rap to either his songs or another artist's.
He didn't let it show but he was very excited that you'd agreed - he could hardly sit still in his chair. He'd wanted to ask you to rap for him much sooner but knowing just how shy you could be, he'd waited until you were more comfortable around him.
"Are you sure?" You asked nervously, biting your nails. Yoongi quickly grabbed your hand and pulled it away from your face so you would stop biting and nodded. "I'm sure princess, you can do it. Here, I'll even turn around if it helps. And I'll give you all the time you need."
"Okay."
Doing as he'd promised, Yoongi turned around and waited for you to begin rapping. Glancing up from the sheet he'd given you, you studied the back of his chair for a couple of seconds to make sure he wasn't peeking.
"대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타, 대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타, 대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타." You rapped the first couple of verses. Although Yoongi felt like he was going to explode with excitement upon hearing your voice, he remained silent. "대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타, 빛이 나 빛이 나 내 왕관이 빛이 나, 잊지 마 잊지 마 지난 날을 잊지 마."
He hummed along quietly and pulled out his phone to record you. Of course he wouldn't tell you but he was definitely going to send this to Bangtan. He would keep it on repeat when you weren't in the house with him and would listen to it on tour whenever he was missing you or felt anxious.
As you continued rapping, you began to feel more and more confident, and as you entered the last few verses, you could practically feel Yoongi's pride floating around the studio. "I'm a king, I'm a boss, 다 알잖아 내 이름, 입만 산 새끼들, 당장 놈의 목을 쳐."
"대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타." You finished with a small pant and looked up as you heard some shuffling. Yoongi stopped recording and spun around, his eyes glowing with pride. “Was it okay?”
“It was wonderful jagi.” Yoongi said, his adorable gummy smile on full display. “You’ve gotten do this for me more often.”
You nodded sheepishly. “Okay.”
Yoongi brightened and beckoned you over. When you complied, he pulled you into his lap and smiled at you, ruffling your hair a bit and chuckling. The two of you didn’t need words to communicate - it was already clear what was being said.
“Will you do a duet with me?” He suddenly asked, surprising you.
“W-with you?” You stammered, and Yoongi nodded in confirmation. “I-I don’t know…”
Yoongi pouted. “Pleaseee?” He drawled out.
Yoongi wasn’t really one to beg, but he so wanted to do a rap duet with you that he was willing to do just about anything.
“Okay fine.” You eventually agreed, much to your boyfriend’s excitement.
The next few hours were spent with Yoongi getting you more comfortable singing and rapping around him. And when you finally didn’t feel shy anymore and you’d practiced with him, he was all up in your face getting lots of videos of you rapping, much to your horror.
“Don’t hide from the camera jagi~”
“You never told me you were going to record me!”
Yoongi sighed and shook his head.“Tsk, you really should’ve anticipated this baby.”
Hoseok
“아 지금 바로 딱 갈게요, 제발 집엔 보내지 마세요~”
Hoseok practically leaped out of bed upon hearing your voice float in from the living room. He was both shocked and delighted as he scrambled to a halt in the hallway that led to the living room, slapping a hand over his mouth with a wide smile sprewding across his face as your voice rang clearly throughout the apartment.
You were busy doing some spring cleaning, subconsciously singing Run BTS as you worked. As you turned around to reach for another rag, you trailed off in surprise upon seeing Hobi standing in the hallway watching you with the biggest smile you’d ever seen.
He looked so cute like that; and you fought the urge to run over and start to tease him about it.
“Hi Hobi.” You said, letting the rag drop to the ground. “What’s up?”
Hobi stared for a couple more seconds before he finally looked down, seeming suddenly very shy.
“I’ve never heard you sing before.” Hobi replied quietly, looking up to meet your gaze with sparkling eyes. “You should’ve told me what a pretty voice you have. And you were signing one of our songs-you sounded amazing jagi.”
You smiled and walked over, wrapping him in a hug as he opened his arms and buried your face into the crook of his neck. Partly to hide your own embarrassment but also because he just looked so damn adorable - it was hard not to want to hug him and smother him in kisses.
“Thanks baby~”
The two of you stood in the living room for a while, wrapped up in each others arms and just taking a moment to appreciate each other. Hobi closed his eyes, and ran his fingers through your hair, thinking about taking a video of you singing to send to Bangtan so he could brag to them about his baby being able to sing.
“Will you continue?” Hobi eventually asked, desperate to hear more of your angelic voice. When you said maybe later because you wanted to finish up cleaning, he practically got on the floor and pleaded with you, promising to sing with you. “Please please Y/N? Your voice is so beautiful I want to hear more of it!”
You giggled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and proceeded to start offering up a list of more things he’d do in order to get you to sing for him. “Okay okay! Calm down love, you don’t need to do anything but just let me sing and finish cleaning, hmm?”
And Hobi’s entire face lit up and he eagerly nodded. “Yes yes, whatever you want.”
Laughing, you then picked up the rag you dropped and asked Hobi for a beat, and then began to sing. The entire time Hobi’s was a ball of joy, squealing with joy whenever you covered his lines and clapping frantically and showering you with compliments at the end of each song. And you better believe he got the video of you and sent it straight to Bangtan, taking every opportunity to prove to the members how amazing your vocal skills were.
Namjoon
“Jooniee.” You whined, wrapping your arms around the stubborn Namjoon who wouldn’t budge from his chair and tried to physically hoist him him out of the seat to no avail. “C’mon take a break - you’re going to overwork yourself.”
Namjoon let out an exasperated breath and pushed you away lightly, trying to concentrate on what he’d been working on. Although he wouldn’t admit it, he found your whining to be very adorable and incredibly infuriating - it tore at his heart to ignore your precious pleading.
“I’ll take a break in ten minutes.” He promised, taking his gaze off the computer screen for just a moment to look into your eyes.
“That’s what you’ve been saying for the past twenty.” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.
He sighed softly. “I know jagi but I have to work on this. It’s important. I’ll be in the living in just a few - alright? And then we can cuddle and do whatever you want.”
Dissatisfied, you turned and left his office without saying anything, the disappointment evident on your face. Namjoon felt incredibly guilty as he turned to work on the track, trying to push your pouty face from his mind.
But so god help him - it was nearly impossible.
“Aish, Y/N’s going to be the death of me.” Namjoon muttered to himself.
As the moments ticked by and Namjoon began more and more engrossed in his project, his stress rose and so did your longing for him. You paced the kitchen and made yourself a small breakfast sandwich that tasted bland.
And then an idea came to your mind as soon as you curled up in your bed to try and take a nap.
“Namjoon?” You called, darting into his studio with a brilliant smile on your face.
Namjoon turned and tried to hide his irritation. The stews was getting to him and he really didn’t need any distractions right now.
“What?”
You walked over and laced your fingers with his, much to his confusion, and pulled him out of the seat. He tried to pry your fingers loose but you were using so much strength that it was incredibly difficult.
“C’mon dance with me.” You giggled, spinning him round.
“Y/N-”
“손가락질 해!” You sang whilst doing a funny little dance. Namjoon’s eyes widened as he recognized his own song - Idol - and a smile broke out on his face. “I know you wanna sing too.” You teased, continuing to do your funny dance. Namjoon shook his head and smiled, content to just watch you. “나는 전혀 신경 쓰지 않네.”
And then you did the strangest - perhaps the most startling - dance he’d ever seen and sang in such a high pitch that your voice cracked.
”Wait stop!” He said, breaking into a huge belly laugh as you continued to do your dance around him and singing the lyrics to idol. “I-I can’t breathe Y/N!”
Chuckling, you replied, “Don’t wanna Joon~”
“지화자 좋다~”
Namjoon completely fell over and laughed until his face was red and his laughter almost fell silent. You were the funniest thing, really, and you always knew just how to get him to laugh. He was a complete mess, sprawled on the floor with tears clinging to his eyelashes and begging you to stop singing. It was utterly hilarious to him, what you were doing to get him to stop working.
As you entered the final chorus, he broke down into another fit of laughter, actually thinking that he was going to pass out from laughing so loud. When you stopped, he was too out of breath to say anything, and you were also feeling quite exhausted.
“You know.” You hummed, leaning down and placing your hands on his shoulders. “I could sing DNA or Blood Sweat & Tears.” His eyes widened and he shook his head, still trying to catch his breath. “If you won’t take a break then I will start singing again, cutie. It made you laugh so much and you seem so much happier so you must enjoy it~”
Namjoon flushed and he grabbed your hands, tears of mirth trickling down his face. “P-please don’t baby, I’ll take a break - I swear.”
You smirked and let him pull you into his arms, helping him calm down. “Good.” And then you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You worked hard today, I’m so proud.”
He relaxed against you and let out a small exhale, nestling into your chest. “Thanks baby. For the compliment and for cheering me up.”
“Of course Joonie.”
After a while, Namjoon looked up at you and said, “I really need to hear you singing in a normal pitch though.”
You smiled. “We’ll see.”
Jimin
Jimin opened the door to the apartment he shared with you and sighed, exhausted after a day of intense dance practice to perfect some of the choreography he struggled with for Like Crazy. All he wanted to do was lie down, go to sleep, and cuddle with you.
After setting his bags down and taking off his shoes, Jimin was ready to go change into some comfy pajamas when suddenly the sound of your voice came in from the bathroom, making him pause to listen. It sounded like you were singing - to Like Crazy.
“Y/N?”
“Hi Jimin!” You called when you heard him. “I’ll be right out in second and we can talk about your day if your not to tired.”
“Okay.”
He didn’t mention overhearing you singing, hoping that you would start again, but much to his disappointment you remained silently, probably already flustered at having been caught singing.
Jimin, however, was determined to hear your voice again.
He quickly changed into plaid pajamas and made it sound like he’d left the room, but really he was hanging by the door in case you started to sing again. And sure enough, after a while you began to sing again.
“아침도 취해서 오지 않게. 시끄러운 음악 속에 희미해진 나.”
He was more than surprised to hear you singing, and be it that it’s his song, nonetheless. But accompanied by the surprise he felt pride and excitement.
When you came out of the bathroom after a few more minutes, you were surprised to see Jimin waiting for you, and paused in the doorway.
“Jiminie?”
“Hi jagi.” Jimin said, rushing over and wrapping you up in an embrace. He pressed a kiss to your head, surprising you.
“Hi Jimin.” You said, letting him pepper you with kisses before asking, “Everything okay?”
“Yep.” He reassured you, burying his head in your hair. “I just missed you.”
“You saw me just this morning baby.”
“I know but it’s felt like so long jagi.” Jimin pulled away and physically lifted you off the ground, carrying you to the bed. “Let’s go cuddle.”
“Aren’t you hungry though?” You asked as he set you down and put his head in your lap.
“Nope.”
“How was your day?”
You were still trying to figure out why Jimin was acting so clingy all the sudden. He was usually very shy when it came to cuddles or anything of the sort. You so rarely saw him like this unless he was sad, but he didn’t particularly seem to be the case here.
“Better now that I get to hang out with you~”
“Hmm.” You mused, pulling him closer. You waited awhile before beginning saying, “If anything-”
“Shh.” He hushed, pulling a finger to your lips and looking up at you with the cutest face ever. “Just let me cuddle with you, okay?”
You frowned but didn’t push any further. “If you say so.”
Jimin let his eyes close as you ran your fingers through his hair, letting the sensation lull him into a relaxed state. You massaged his legs, arms, and shoulders, feeling a bit better as he released the tension in his muscles.
Half asleep, he mumbled, “Were you singing earlier?”
Surprised, you glanced down at him to make sure he wasn’t sleep talking - you’d thought he’d already fallen asleep - and said, “Yeah. I was singing Like Crazy.”
Jimin made a little humming sound and smiled. “I heard you. You sounded so good jagi~”
“Aw thank you.” You said with a giggle, kissing his forehead.
Jimin yawned and snuggled against you. “Show me more about it in the morning?”
“Alright.”
“Night jagi, love you~”
“Love you too~”
Taehyung
“I just can’t get it jagi.” Taehyung said, letting out an exasperated sigh and slouching back in his chair. “I’m trying - I really am. I just can’t do it.”
And then he broke into tears.
Immediately you leapt out of your chair - dropping both your phone and the sheet music - and wrapped your arms around Taehyung, heart shattering upon seeing his tears.
“It’s okay sweetie.” You comforted him, rubbing circles into his back. “You’re trying, that’s all that matters. Do you want some water? Or a blanket?”
Taehyung shook his head, tugging you closer and falling into your embrace as he sobbed. “I-I just w-want you to s-stay here.”
“Of course Tae.” You said, running your fingers through his hair to soothe you. “I’m not going anyway.”
He never wanted you to see him like this, and he felt more than embarrassed upon breaking down in front of you.
After his sobbing continued for a while without pause, you began to worry. Knowing that Taehyung would be under a lot of stress due to the upcoming comeback, you’d made it your mission to try and keep everything in the house running smoothly and offer to do whatever he needed. Whether it be cuddles, some cheer up time, showering him in compliments, or running to the grocery store, you always tried your best to do whatever was asked of you.
But now you started to wonder if you hadn’t done nearly enough.
“Taehyung baby please talk to me.” You begged, tipping his head up so he would look at you. “I’m here for you. Whatever you’re feeling right now you’d don’t have go through alone.”
Taehyung turned his head away, sniffling. “I-It’s nothing jagi. I’m just tired.”
“Baby I can see it’s more than that. You can tell me anything.”
“I can’t hit this one note,” Taehyung explained tearfully, accepting the tissue you offered and blowing his nose. “I normally would be able to. It’s in my range so I don’t know why.”
“But Tae that’s not a reason to beat yourself up.” You told him, frowning. Taehyung didn’t seem convinced so you leaned forward and brushed the hair from his eyes, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Maybe your voice needs a rest.”
He shook his head. “We’re supposed to be shooting the scenes for the music video next week - and we can’t do that without a recording. Y/N I don’t want to be the reason why we fall behind schedule.” Taehyung’s lip began to tremble. “N-Namjoon hyung tried to help me but none of his tips were useful. You should’ve seen his face Y/N, he looked so disappointed. I’m going to drag everyone behind and slow down production.”
Tears streamed down his cheeks and he began crying again.
“Tae your health should be prioritized above all else.” You stated firmly, rubbing circles into his back and patting his knee. “If you need time to work on your vocals to make sure you can hit this note, then you should be given the time to be able to do that. You’re not dragging behind anyone, trust me, and if anyone gives you a hard time about it then they’ll have to go through me. Believe me when I say I can become Bang PD’s worst nightmare if he so much as asks why. And the same message is extended to Bangtan if they give you trouble about it.”
Taehyung looked up with a wobbly smile, wiping away some of his tears. “Thank you jagi, you always know what to say to make me feel better.”
“Of course.” You said, nuzzling into his chest. “I’d do anything for you.”
Taehyung rested his head on your shoulder and asked a little sheepishly. “Will you sing for me? It’ll make me feel ten times better.”
You looked in surprise. “Sing? This came out of nowhere.”
“I know but I’ve been meaning to ask you. I think I heard you singing along to Bixby one time and it made me so happy. Do it for me now?”
Taehyung peppered you in kisses and kept asking even after when you declined, stating that your singing voice wasn’t the best. He just wanted to hear it regardless.
You sighed and relented. “Alright alright. If it’ll make you feel better.” Taehyung beamed and nodded eagerly. “It will.”
With a small grunt, you began singing the chorus of Anpanman. “계속 돌려 돌려 나의 Anpan. Keep ballin', ballin', still 방탄.” You covered two more verses before stopping and looking down at Taehyung. “How was that?”
Taehyung immediately started to applaud, a smile stretching across his face and looking much happier. “You were great jagi! Why don’t we sing together?”
You raised your eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you rest your voice though…?”
Taehyung pouted. “Please jagi? I’ll be careful.”
“Fine.”
Taehyung beamed and asked, “Ready?” To which you replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
And the two of you began from the beginning of Anpanman. You had to admit that it was much more fun than you’d anticipated. Even when your voice cracked and Taehyung giggled a bit, it was still worth it to see him smiling brightly at you.
“You were amazing jagi.” Taehyung said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and burying his face in your neck. “Thanks for cheering me up.”
“Anytime, tiger.”
Jungkook
“Kookie!” You called as he pushed his way into the bedroom, running over and wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala. Jungkook nearly fell over, caught off guard. He was used to your high energy levels but none of this sort. Wrapping his arms around your lower body so you wouldn’t fall, Jungkook asked, “What’s up?”
“Can you help me with something?”
Chuckling while ruffling your hair, Jungkook said, “Sure baby what is it?”
Excited, you hurried to explain, “I’m trying to learn the choreography for Fire and I’m struggling with a particular part, can you teach me?”
Jungkook raised his eyebrow, slightly impressed that you were trying to learn the choreography but not surprised, and nodded. With a squeal of excitement you untangled yourself from him and went to show him what you were struggling with.
“Ah,” Jungkook said once you showed him. “That’s a hard one. Here, let me show you.”
Soon your boyfriend was demonstrating the choreography, offering tips on how to execute it better once you tried to copy him.
It was no secret that Jungkook absolutely loved when you asked him for help trying to learn choreography - it was one of his favorite actives to do with you and served as a huge destresser knowing that he didn’t have to be 100% perfect in front of you.
“You’re doing great jagi~” Jungkook complimented when you danced to the pre-chorus, giggling when you beamed at him.
“Thanks.” You said, almost out of breath. “C’mon join me Kookie!”
Jungkook extended his hands and you took them, pulling you up from the bed and starting to dance with you.
“Jagi you’re like an overexcited child.” Jungkook chuckled.
You’d become distracted midway through the song and had started to dance around in a hilarious way, punching your fists into the air and hopping up and down.
You laughed with him. “Can’t help it Kookie!” And then you proceeded to yell out some gibberish, making Jungkook laugh even harder.
After getting you to focus on the Fire choreography again, you and Jungkook finished and practically fell into each others arms.
“Good job jagi.” Jungkook gave you his bunny smile and you giggled in response, leaning into him as he steadied you.
“Thanks bun.” You murmured.
Noticing how tired you were, Jungkook picked you up and set you down on the bed, and you crawled over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your head in his chest.
Jungkook was going to snuggle for longer, ready to just relax and let you pamper him, but then something occurred to him.
“Wait jagi, are you going to put on one of your funny shows tonight?”
“Oh yeah.” You piped up, suddenly becoming reenergized. “I’ve been preparing for the acappella version! And they’re not funny - they’re the most serious thing ever!”
Jungkook laughed. “You’re the most unserious person I’ve ever met, jagi.”
“Heyyy.” You whined, playfully swatting at his hands and initiating a mock play fight with him. “That’s not true!”
“It is too!” Jungkook insisted, letting you pin him to the bed before wrapping his arms around your torso and gently tickling you until you let go. “And what’s all this about acappella I hear, hmm?”
“I’m going to sing for you!”
“Is that right?”
“Mhm!”
“Well now you’ve really got my attention.”
Jungkook was more than curious to hear your singing voice. You always had some trick up your sleeve - some cheeky prank or a hidden talent, typically the latter. And he had not a doubt in his mind that you would be a wonderful singer.
“Baby, baby.” He said, excited, lifting you into his lap and placing his hands on your torso.
“Hm?”
“Will you give me a preview? I want to hear you sing.”
“How could I say no?” You were literally beaming at the simple request, and Jungkook’s heart fluttered at just how cute you were. “Ready? One, two, three. 다 만신창이로 취했어, 취했어. 막 욕해 길에서, 길에서.”
Jungkook almost shoved you off his lap upon hearing your voice and immediately joined in, bunny smile on full display. “나 맛이 갔지, 미친놈 같지. 다 엉망진창 livin' like 삐이.”
The two of you continued to sing together for almost the entire night. Jungkook even convinced you to record of video of you two singing. By the time you two were finished, it was almost past night and the both of you were properly worn out.
“You should’ve told me you could sing.” Jungkook eventually said, lifting your chin so you would look at him. “You sounded so beautiful. I would’ve joined your little performances in a heartbeat.”
“I was just waiting for the right time,” You murmured sleepily into his ear. “And I was a little nervous as well.”
“Aww jagi,” Jungkook cooed, engulfing you in an embrace and pressing a couple of kisses to your head. “You don’t ever have to be shy about anything around me, okay?”
You nodded sheepishly. “Okay Kookie.”
“Good.” Kook pressed another kiss to your forehead and pulled you close. You closed your eyes and soon fell asleep in his arms. “Good night princess~”
#bangtan x reader#bts fanfic#bts fic#bts x you#kpop fluff#bts x y/n#kpop fanfic#jungkook x reader#namjoon x reader#seokjin x reader#hobi x reader#taehyung x reader#jimin x reader#yoongi x reader#bts x fem!reader#bts x reader#bts ff#bts ot7#bts reactions
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I don't know if I was desperate for a little silly serotonin boost, if I am too unserious or if people are just straight up haters to everything but like...
I swear the ATLA la is not nowhere as bad as many are making it to be, like, this isn't a carbon copy of the og series, nothing will ever top of ATLA and if you wanted it to be the same just go watch the show again?
I've watched ATLA so many times in my life, it's my comfort show as much as yours. But the live action isn't the cartoon, that I understood right away. And of course it has a lot of flaws (and tbh I blame today's way of media consumption at that, trying to squish complex storylines in the least time possible, and also mainstream media performative activism but that's a war for another day) but as a stand alone thing I thought it was pretty solid? I felt like the essence of the show was brought to justice after the unspeakable movie. It felt familiar, at least to me idk.
I don't think this was for the fans honestly, it's been 19 since the og aired. Many things in the world have changed but many are still the same, I think this series was meant more to catch onto the new generations and public. I'm giving you a personal example but I've always recommended the show to everyone I know and despite all my efforts, there are still A LOT of people who disregard animation as something only for kids and wouldn't see it (boludos pero bue) and guess what? They're seeing the live action, and they love it.
Also the fact that there's a show with a cast of mainly asian and native-american actors at last? sign me tf up.
Overall, even if I didn't like some changes they made I still enjoyed it and mostly I want this series to succeed. Mainly because the ATLA story is always going to be relevant, even if it is fantasy it has the representation about people and feelings we don't often see in things. (like, as a girl from a south american country, seeing stories about fighting colonial and imperialists little shits are always gonna hit close home)
Don't get me wrong, it is completely valid if you didn't like the live action. Criticism is great, we need it a lot actually if there's going to be a S2.
But saying is straight up shit and garbage (even before seeing it) just because it's not a frame to frame copy and then go online complaining making 5839 posts about it? Grow up.
#like the ones complaining aang was “flying”?? dude are you even paying attention or are y'all just looking for a reason to be mad??#don't get me started on the nitpicking god just watch the show in silence#you like it? cool#you didn't? that's also cool#no need to make 39493 post about it god turn off the wifi go touch grass#avatar the last airbender#atla netflix#sofiverse#rants
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🕊️Dead Dove: Do Not Eat🕊️
I can't remember what song I was listening to but I thought “What if some obsessed Yandere guy had a dream about him and his darling doing cannibalism.”
Contains: mentions of cannibalism, blood, obsession, story is a dream, pretty short. No specific characters, stalking, darling is completely undefined and gender neutral.
You made the self-loathing, the hatred, the projection… stop.. for a second as his heart stutters in his chest from seeing you it’s like his brain hard restarts with a boost of serotonin.
He stumbled into his small apartment his hands numb from the temperatures dropping as it always did this time of year. He had stayed out all night watching you sleep again and was shivering as he tucked himself still fully clothed under his covers, exhausted. He plugged his phone in before pulling up his favorite picture of you, staring at it until his eyes closed from the heaviness of sleep.
When he opened his eyes he knew he was dreaming because you were there, tucked into his side a smile on your face as your eyes meet his. That color, his favorite color, the one he can’t ever buy anything in because unfortunately they don’t sell your eyes as a color option, made him feel okay. He pressed his lips hungrily to yours savoring the feeling, desperate for it as his fingers found the back of your head. He was happy to have you in his dreams when he couldn’t in reality.
Hands roam, lips meeting for feverish kisses, and clothes are pulled off. Finally he’s in his favorite place looking down at you in his arms and suddenly he’s over come with an urge to consume. To be consumed. He leans down, eyes boring into you as he sinks his teeth into your chest the skin feels doughy in his teeth and the coppery taste of blood permeates his mouth and he moans, a yelp leaving your lips instantly. You begin to push away but he quickly holds you down and shoves his fingers in your mouth to muffle you. Tears spill from the corner of your eyes and lips tremble, the bite mark on your chest already showing signs of bruising.
He reaches with his free hand and places it under your jaw. He stares into your eyes and instantly knows what he has to do, feeling your tongue rest under the fingers in your mouth and he begins to apply pressure, forcing your bottom jaw up a few small grunt leaving his lips. There's pain, sure, just a tad uncomfy as your teeth breaks his skin and begins torching through his muscle. He grits his teeth and pushes harder he just needs a bit more pressure.
sssquuurrchksss
He lets a groan of pain as he finally forced your teeth through his fingers. His jaw drops and brows knit together as the pressure, pain, and shock gives away to utter relief and pleasure. His blood is pouring from the corners of your lips.
“Eat it.” He murmurs, watching your shocked expression. He can see your body shaking as you began to chew the crunching sound filling the space between you. His head drops to your shoulder as he smiles, a sense of euphoria over him as he trails the bloody kuckle where his index and pointer finger had been down your neck, staining you with his blood.
He leaned his head down, kissing along your shoulder before he bit down, when you didn't cry out or flinch away he continued, harder and harder until he felt your flesh give way, his teeth tearing through it. He pulled back, watching your blood pour down your skin, he smeared it enjoying how the liquid looked against your body.
Your eyes met, both breathing heavily before your hands shot out burying into his chest, making him shudder with need. His hands joined you in ripping at his own flesh determined to help you devour him. His hands dug into your thighs, pulling away the fat and muscle there. The both of your blood mixing on the bed below. It felt so real, he could practically taste your blood and your skin. He could smell you, he could hear you, but he knew he was dreaming.
That's the only reason he’d ever do this. He thought as he took a bite from your neck, the blood gushing in coppery waves and coating the two of you in more of the sticky red substance.
Beep-beep-beeep- be-be- be- beeep
He groans as his eyes opens shutting off the noise and staring up at the ceiling. His fucking alarm. Its always his fucking alarm. Why did he have to wake up every fucking day without you? He fucking hated this.
Oh, well. At least he knew you had work today so he could watch you.
#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#dead dove do not eat#dead dove fic#cannibalism mention#stalker x reader#stalker x darling
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feelin down and i just love this blog sm. i was wondering if u had any dtk (or kidstar) hc’s u wanted to share maybe. if not though i hope u have a wonderful day, seeing u on my dash always makes me smile.
OH MY GOD A SOUL EATER ASK?? /POS
i just got a huge serotonin boost tysm anon
YES I DO I JUST GOTTA GO GRAB EM
dtk:
the older Kid gets the less human he seems. Like once he's a full shinigami he gets a whole bunch of power that his dad had that sort of strip away his likeness to humans
going off of ^^ I think Kid's human form is constructed. His true form probably looks more like LD but it's not something he was particularly taught to embody/access so he just sorta stays in his human form
HOWEVER, I really like the idea that Kid just sorta.. generally freaks people out. There's a theory of horror that says monster characters can feel scary just because even though they look it, people can tell they are not quite human. and i think Kid has exactly that effect on people
Kid has regenerative powers because his human form is more of a construct/image than an actual biological organism. he's really made of the same stuff from LD's "cape". so he can't really be killed or severely injured for long, especially as he matures and gets more powerful. I think the only way he can take permanent damage is if his soul itself is affected. Sure he can be hurt and it does hurt but soon he learns to sort of turn off extreme pain, and he always ALWAYS regenerates or recovers. But he's always aware that his friends don't. so if he needs to he'll throw himself in front of his human friends if they're dealt a fatal hit to make sure they aren't severely hurt. This becomes a bad habit when he's older. But his friends always try to protect him too and take care of him, and he unlearns the habit
Liz and Patty set him up on social media and he started with a whopping 1 follower for like a week, but then got millions of followers overnight after Soul (who has a good following count bc of his family's social status) mentioned him and everyone freaked out. That was the way the world found out Lord Death's kid existed. He and Soul destroy bullies together online. Patty pretends to be Kid on his account.
Kid is the Adrien Agreste of soul eater. very popular, people love the image they see of him in the news and interviews and stuff (I think its a lot harder for him to avoid publicity after the anime), but he's a lot different in person and only really gets close to the people who get to know him. everyone else has a sort of skewed perception of him. AKA he is Death's Son and Death's son only to them
Kid can sing but he typically doesn't because he likes to prepare first but doesn't particularly want to take the time to learn a song correctly. He appreciates the art but wouldn't do it. the only thing he knows well is some ancient song his dad taught him in some sort of inhuman language. he sang it ONE time and it freaked Liz out so much she didn't speak to him for a week
Before Kid took them in, Liz would sing ONLY for Patty. And only to comfort her. She did this after they moved into the manor too, when Patty would get nightmares from their life before or just generally have a hard time or anything. One time after Patty woke up from a nightmare and Liz went in to calm her down, Kid was walking by and just stopped at the almost-closed door when he heard Liz singing because A. He wants to know if his sisters are ok and B. He probably doesn't hear many people sing casually, and has definitely never heard Liz sing before and it's... nice?? He stays there for a while but moves on the second Liz finishes so he's not caught. He doesn't say anything. But then after one awful awful mission, Liz is singing to help Patty sleep and Kid just. Stands in the doorway, disheveled and exhausted and they all just,, stare at each other for a moment until Patty opens her arms and Kid shuffles over, a little embarrassed and puts his head in her lap. They are all very tired. And then Liz (after getting over herself) just keeps singing until the two of them fall asleep
Kid only knows how to cry/to cry when he's upset because he saw Maka do it when they were young and now he's a pro. Because he only really LOOKS human a lot of human behavior doesn't come naturally for him so he learns from humans around him. He's much better at mimicking and adopting human behavior than Lord Death, which was LD's whole idea
He's shorter than Liz and Patty until he's about 20, then he's shorter than Liz but taller than Patty
Kid can pick up languages really easily. I think if he's immersed he can speak fluently after a couple hours
I've thought about a thing where individual people outside of Death City think he looks different than how anyone else sees him, like a sort of PJO Aphrodite situation but that may be too much of an identity crisis for him lol
There are no government records confirming Kid exists. The only document or ID he has is that little card from LD that says I'm LD's son I can do what I want and nobody questions it
Kid's human form ages normally until he's an adult but when he's mature his aging slows until it finally stops at some point, not sure when.. maybe around appearing 40?
he is gay and ace and has a very loose concept of gender
only Liz and Patty can touch his hair but only when they're at home
Kid and Maka are besties I don't make the rules. She is the only one he will allow to help with his detective work
Kid and Patty cannot be left unsupervised together or there will be some sort of chaos. they are scarily effective on duo missions, even though Kid doesn't use Patty as a weapon for those occasions
Kid doesn't need to sleep but he does if there are other people around (having Liz and Patty in the house helps) because it's refreshing and he read somewhere it helps build trust
Eyes glow in the dark and he can see fine in the dark
Kidstar:
They're about the same height but Black Star gets a growth spurt and is a few inches taller when they're adults
Kid figures out his feelings first (takes a bit rip) but doesn't do anything about them because he feels like he can't because of his responsibilities
^^ That being said I think Black Star has always been generally aware of his feelings for Kid but he doesn't actually put two and two together until literally the moment before he makes his move lol
I don't think they refer to the other as their boyfriend specifically (at least not often) they just sorta... idk man they're partners, they can't describe their relationship in words dont look at me i'm sobbing
first kiss in the rain lets go
majority of physical affection they do is like. hand holding or light touches on the shoulder or arm it is very special to them
more of a future thing (i got a whole future au so ofc i'll talk abt a future thing lol) i dont think they'd ever feel the need to get married bc they're both stubborn and they got all of eternity to be together and I think a lot of their relationship just generally remains unlabelled and unspoken it just IS
OH sort of ignoring my second kidstar hc I had a hc they got together sometime before the mission to the arctic but nobody except like. Killik knew
For funsies I'll throw in a couple of Black Star headcanons
Tsubaki is teaching him Japanese and how to cook
^^ he likes to cook for his friends even though he's not that good at it yet
Mom is Latina I have some stuff about her here. He starts to learn Spanish after he finds out about her
First partner and first kiss was Killik but they had a mutual and friendly break up
Somehow beats mortality while remaining human idk how he just does ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
That is all I can think of right now but I hope you enjoy :)
#some is angst but not all of it#i tried to keep it light :)#death the kid#soul eater headcanons#black star#liz thompson#patty thompson
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Damian and Super Boy are so cute I might cry. Giving me the serotonin boost I didn't know I needed.
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★°•.: No, actually me too. I know it's literally just Jon under the superboy suit but I wish there was more pairing of Damian Wayne out of the robin costume with just Superboy 😭
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ugh
I woke up crying and so damn depressed. And wondering why I write or draw or create anything. It's just one of those days. It doesn't help that my health is poor -- as in the pain and fatigue has been horrible, and even finishing a chapter to throw up on AO3 didn't net me a boost of serotonin like it usually does. Comments start to fade when a work gets a little too long I've been noticing. Didn't help that my dreams were filled with dying on a besieged space station that was slowly losing air. While the only person on the planet that cared struggled to convince superheroes to save me -- except they wouldn't because I had said 'depicting a genocide like it's an action movie just for the sake of showing it is fucked up.' Weird-ass dream. Though my opinion hasn't changed. Depicting a genocide like it's a fun action sequence where the showrunner is literally on record saying he always wanted to "see" the genocide in his favorite childhood show = fucked up. Oh, while I'm at it, the original showed the aftermath of genocide and how much it harms people for generations in a way that honors those who died, and doesn't turn it into action-porn. It discussed generational trauma and explored how we should never forget or let go of the past, but instead honor and remember it so that we fight to make sure it never happens again, so that the future we build is better and more equitable than before. The 'let's depict a genocide for funsies' showrunner took that nuanced message and threw it out the window; instead had one of the protagonists say: "Let the past go." Then had a whole plot arc about how the weak need to get stronger in order to fight oppression (also fucked up view). Anyway, in my dream, those opinions meant no superhero wanted to rescue me as I was dying on a besieged space station. Sounds about real I suppose. Bonus points if you know what shows I'm talking about. I don't dare tag it because I'd rather not get hate mail. I get enough of that for being disabled, trans, and a writer of wlw ships. But yes, today is my 'I'm pretty isolated and depressed' day. So I'm watching a Norwegian livestream of a train and crying into vegan ice cream.
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"Diyas, I wanted to take a moment to remind you of something incredibly important: don't give up on your writing. You see, writing is an art that takes time to perfect. It's like learning a new language or mastering a new skill. It requires patience, dedication, and a willingness to stumble and learn from those stumbling blocks. It's in those moments of struggle that you're actually making the most progress. Remember, every writer you admire, every story that has touched your heart, went through moments of uncertainty and doubt. They faced the blank page, just as you do, and they persevered. It's the journey, the process of refining your craft, that ultimately leads to the creation of something truly beautiful. Think of it like a race. The first few moments might be challenging, but if you stop there, you'll never reach the finish line. And at that finish line, there's a prize waiting for you. It's the satisfaction of knowing that you didn't give up, that you pushed through the tough times and emerged stronger and more accomplished on the other side. Know that you are believed in, that your words have power, and your stories are worth telling. You have a unique voice and perspective that the world needs to hear. So, keep writing, keep pouring your heart onto the page, and know that you have a cheerleader in your corner, rooting for your success. 🩷🤍 Believe in yourself, Diyas, for you are capable of creating something truly remarkable. Keep chasing your dreams, and remember, the best is yet to come. 💪🏽��"
"my dearest diya, u are the most beautiful soul met in this fandom. i hope u are doing well and all things are in ur favor. every time i feel under the weather, ur kind words, and ur wonderful works are boost serotonin in me. ur keep up doing what u like and always put ur heart into it! u are always in my thoughts and prayers, as well as in a big part of my heart. i always thank the Creator that i have met someone like u. hoping one day would come that i could give u the biggest and tightest hug ever. sending all my love too, diya💗"
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Fitness Magic
Fitness Magic
Fitness Magic is simply the magic related to the physical fitness/physical body care and physical activity/movement of the body for magical purposes. Gym life, and physical activity is quite a big part of my everyday. So, I wanted to deep dive on giving a extra magical meaning beyond a devotional act. I have been on a journey with fitness for a very long time. And it is a balance. Like anything there are both healthy and unhealthy manifestations of this. Being too obsessed with the gym and how your body looks can lead to very unhealthy habits and self image issues. These things are not helped by our current societal beauty standards but this is where the balance needs to form. Its okay to want to look better while doing something good for your health and body. But that's exactly the mindset you need to keep. It's for your body's health and preservation. Perfect bodies do not exist and all bodies are summer bodies. Full Stop. The other thing I want to make abundantly clear is any form of physical activity can apply here. Anything that fits your needs and abilities. From heavy weightlifting, walking, cycling, stretching, western form of yoga, classes, swimming, dance, arm circles only, walking across your home…. anything. You do not need a gym. I am of the belief that physical fitness and physical activity is available to anyone who wants to do it. It shouldn't be some gatekept intimidating thing. What I mean is if you want to, you can. and there is something for every level. The other part of this is, if you are a little unsure of what you can do or should do, consult a doctor. Personal trainers are great but they are not doctors. Your health is important and please take your doctors recs and not some random influencer on the internet. Every body is unique and has different needs.
Themes
Self Love/Care: This is… or should be… a big part of this journey. Do it for you, your health, your spirit. This is a part of my self care routine. Doing even light activity can help with the image and feelings of our bodies. Especially as you start to see progress. Like if you start lifting you'll start pretty low, and then BAM, holy poop I didn't know I could be this strong. Makes you feel good about your body and proud of it.
Healing: I'm including healing because I personally find the physical activity healing for the mind, body, AND soul. Of course there is also a physical healing aspect like physical therapy and such. However there are numerous studies expressing the mental benefits as well.
Grounding/Connection to the Body: I find exercise and stretching is a great way to ground and connect to your body. A way to balance the input/output of energy. Have extra energy to spare, go to failure, need more energy, slow down to slow and intentional movements.
Meditation: This is honestly my favorite meditation method.
Energy: The energy produced is KEY for this magical take on fitness. Pride, Excursion, Sweat, Dopamine, Noradrenaline, Serotonin, "Runners High"… I will go into detail on how to use aspect later.
Fun: Exercise should be fun and not a chore. Feeling like a chore will make you not want to do it so finding something you can enjoy is absolutely a key factor.
Community: Gyms, sports teams, classes, online accountability groups are their own little communities. Community can help us be consistent and stick to it even if it gets super hard or you fall into a plateau or other mental dip in continuing.
Strength: Building strength might seem like an obvious theme, although it is down on the list because strength is not everyone's goal in going into fitness sphere's.
Endurance: Like Strength, this might seem obvious but it is not. This is not everyone's goal.
Body Affirming: Needing a little boost in connecting to your body and presenting as you would like? This can be a benefit and impact on why fitness is am interest.
How does it work?
Well, there are a few different ways to think about this. The first one is the use of the energy. The other main way is adding other types of magic into your fitness routine or just a single session. One other main way you will see fitness used, is as a devotional act to a spirit, deity, or entity. Lets go through a few of them.
Energy Input/Output and Visualization
The inspiration I got for this actually came out of sex magic. In sex magic the general idea is that the peak feeling of an orgasm is used to manifest/visualize the desired output, putting that out into the web of fate for it to come around. Well, a similar thing can be done in this context. For example, pushing those final reps creates and similar mindset of pushing through and pushing that energy out of your body. Another example would be in dance or stretching and putting that energy and intention into your physical movements. There are several ways to emphasize your intention but truly the imagination is the limit.
Types of Workings to Include
Self Improvement: Not just physical improvement. Really I think any self improvement intention could be applied here.
Healing, and Letting go: Physical movement is a great outlet for a multitude of emotions. Anger, Sadness, Frustration, etc. Personally this is also how I've dealt with processing trauma. It gives me time to think and put the resulting emotions into something good. (Always see a therapist and get professional help but I find it can help in conjunction). Physical healing has been mentioned, but I'm going to say it again lol. My experience has been healing torn and damaged muscles through my various sports and training activities.
Strength: Inner, outer, mental, emotional strength. Enough said.
Happiness/Joy: Science researchers tell us exercising boosts those good chemicals in our brain and I am not above using that in a magical sense too. Attract that happiness into your daily life.
Affirmations: Repeat them during sets, reps, breath exercises or chucks of movement.
Manifestations: You don't want to know how many times I've been on the chest press bench like "I will get this fucking house, I will get this fucking house" while buying a home lol.
Cleansing: Similar to healing, but taking a step further I am a fan of cleansing and literally sweating out what you need to get off of you. I find this even useful in terms of getting rid of things like evil eye and such.
Glamor: Physical appearance can be mentioned here but also things like "I am perceived as strong"
Flexibility: Things like dance, yoga, water aerobics help with the physical flexibility of the body… but what you need you or someone else to bend just a wee bit for whatever reason. Bend not break, important distinction.
Self Love: Love yourselves beautifuls. Your body and mind is capable of great things no matter your level. Connect and tap into that. 💕
Types of Magic to Include
Kitchen Magic: This is a bigger aspect than most people might realize. To exercise and move the way you want to, you have to have the proper fuel in your body. And that fuel varies and differs my person. But incorporating food and healing the relationship with modern food is absolutely part of a fitness journey and realm. Beyond food, there are so many vitamins, protein powders, pre-workouts, supplements, etc. that people incorporate into their fitness journey. The type, flavor, milks used, proteins, vitamins all will have different correspondences in what can be added into workings and intentions.
Color Magic/Rainbowmancy: Use your colors in what you wear, equipment, and drink from. In my case this can even include flag and tape color i use when I want to tap back into Colorguard movements.
Sigils: Draw on you, your equipment, stitch onto things, stand on to manifest, dance with the movement/move the flag/wand/baton/hoop/etc in the shape.
Divination: Here are just a few that could be utilized
Zygomancy: by weights
Nephomancy: by clouds
Fructomancy/fructimancy: by fruit
Drimimancy/drymimancy: by bodily fluids
Alveromancy: by sounds
Ambulomancy: by walking
Numerology: Numbers of reps, sets, exercises, dance counts, day, time, etc.
Lunar Magic: You can line up the routine based on the moon, use moon water in your pre-workout/plain/protein.
Cycles/Menstruation: If you are a uterus owner… your exercise might be dictated by your cycle. For example the week before you bleed things tend to seem HEAVY for no reason. This doesn't mean you lost strength, your body just said "not today maybe".
Mediation: The motions almost force you to focus on the breath, moves, and that can flip your brain into a meditative state.
Coffee/Tea/Brew Magic: For all your brewing needs… protein coffee is a staple for me to no ones surprise.
Art and Music: Dance and similar activities are arts in themselves so I think it's important to include. In the same vein, music played no matter the exercise can absolutely boost vibes and intentions.
Tools
Weights/bands/barbells/ankle weights/really any equipment needed
Shaker bottles (gym girlies… if you know, you know… they take over your house)
Protein powders/pre-workout powders/stimulant supplements
Active wear/Shoes (Clothes are also great tools to just make you feel good and cute while doing what you need to)
Yoga mat
Weight gloves
Towels
WATER BOTTLES
Massagers
Saunas/Ice Baths
Ideas
Embroider a sigil on my weight lifting gloves for strength and endurance
Wear my Mjolnir for Thor
Stir in intention and enchant the pre-workout. (also have drawn sigils on my shaker bottles)
Color magic with workout sets
Stick a sigil or written intentions in my shoe while doing cardio
Let out that stress while lifting… like breathing exercises (safely) while pushing those reps
Numerology intention with rep and set choice. (currently I do about 7 sets of 9 reps for lower weight and 4 sets of 7 reps for higher)
Mantras are your friend to gather motivation and self empowerment.
Take those vitamins with a blessing and/or prayer
When I stretch after a hard session I go into like a meditation/trance mode and do a light body exercise to feel how my body is feeling. (I get hella good results here)
If you take a shower or soak after let the sweat and water rinse off the stress you just got rid off.
Visualize while active (if you can't just think about the intention)
Devote a set or entire workout to a spirit of choice
Create a goal/mood board for goal manifestation
Run for a cause (5ks and such)
I workout in the morning, so omelets are the perfect post-workout breakfast and you can do so much with the veggies and ingredients used.
Power Smoothies!!
Protein milkshakes are something I love
Spirits to Work With
Deities
This is definitely not a comprehensive list. Really think of deities related to well-being, health, improvement, modern gym, olympic style game deities, warrior/training beings. Things like that would all apply here. Or any other correspondences to any form of physical health you are focusing on.
Thor: Norse god of Lightning, thunder, storms, sacred groves and trees, strength, the protection of humankind, hallowing, and fertility.
Ullr: Norse god of Archery, snow, and hunting. He was said to have superior skiing and skating abilities,
Freyja: Norse goddess of love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold
Skadi: Norse goddess of bowhunting, skiing, winter, and mountains.
Athena: Greek Goddess of wisdom, craft, and warfare
Artemis: Greek goddess of the hunt, the wilderness, wild animals, nature, vegetation, childbirth, care of children, and chastity
The Morrigan: Irish Goddess of war among other things depending on aspect
Beelzebub: Sin of Gluttony… can help with food balance
Belphegor: Sin of Sloth, can help with motivation
Lucifer: Sin of Pride
Satan: Sin of Wrath, channel the anger and has war and training aspects
Aphrodite: Greek goddess of love, sex, war and beauty
Odin: Norse God of war, wisdom,
Hermes: Greek god of trade, wealth, luck, fertility, animal husbandry, sleep, language, thieves, and travel. Some consider him a protector of human kind
Hercules: Greek figures of strength and heros
Ares: Greek god of war or, more properly, the spirit of battle, and courage
Sobek: Egyptian god associated with pharaonic power, fertility, and military prowess, but served additionally as a protective deity
Lugh: Irish God of light, justice, warriors, wisdom
Nike: Greek goddess of victory, both in regards to war and friendly competition (and literally has an athletic brand using her name lol)
Spirits/Archetypes
Gladiators
Warriors
Gym bros/bras (literally saw someone use Dwayne "the rock" as an archetype)
The gym/equipment spirits (animism applies)
If you are into pop culture stuff, superhero's/comic characters
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Protein Shake Correspondences
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✨💖Positivity chain! List 5 to 10 things that make you smile and explain why! Then send this to others to let them know they make you smile✨💖
thank you for thinking of me! :)
alright 5 more things that make me smile let's go (what does it say about me that thinking of 15 things that make me smile has become a challenge omg)
(re)discovering really good music -- a forgotten favorite song comes on the radio or i hear a band/song i never heard before and connect with it (shout out grapevine gossip new post hardcore band that sounds like dgd!!) i'm just like yeahhhhh yeah that's good stuff.
okay fine. johnny lawrence. i think about him whenever i need a serotonin boost seeing him brings me more joy than it should my brain cracks whenever he comes into view he's the light of my life, my sun and stars, only man to ever exist, etc.
that feeling i get when i cleaned my living space and now i can just...sit in it. just do absolutely nothing but sit in a clean and organized space and relax it's so nice.
my family!! -- can't believe i didn't say that one already but i have a very large family (siblings + cousins) and i am very lucky to have a super tight bond with almost everyone in it but especially my dad and my sisters. plus my own little family of my husband and kiddo and dog.
comments and kudos on old works of mine on ao3 -- just knowing that fandom has shifted to this very quiet space nowadays, the fact that anyone who read something i created felt compelled enough to click a button or send a comment, especially on a work that's like 2+ years old, like wow thank you for that i'm all mushy!
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vox, i regret to inform you (regrets nothing) that i was given another equally unsettling amount of celery this morning. i adore celery and it could never hurt me in any way that mattered
i'm going to another food pantry on monday
bets they'll escalate their war crimes against my hubris?
i'm super jazzed to live on in amusement for you and your loved ones ^-^ i hope y'all are ok tho!! i had piles after childbirth (not uncommon) and it changed my downstairs forever x.x if anyone ever wondered how a hobbit would hang a flag at their door, my sphincter could be used as a model.
i'm so glad i don't have to worry about tagging this 🤣 but equally excited to know i can now, in theory, quickly find this thread whenever i need a serotonin boost 💜
i adore celery and it could never hurt me in any way that mattered
I HAVE A POST FROM MARCH 26, 2022, THAT SAYS OTHERWISE
Yes, I finally found the OG post, and it's even more beautiful than I remembered. Can you believe it's been 2.5 years though?
It is pretty hilarious that the universe seems determined to make you overdose on fiber again though. Please report back if you lose the good fight. I'll have a prayer circle ready 🕯
Also, I lost my shit (metaphorical for a change) when I first read "if anyone ever wondered how a hobbit would hang a flag at their door, my sphincter could be used as a model," and it still hasn't gotten any less...evocative. 100/10 on the imagery.
But also, mood. Not childbirth on my end, just dubious diet decisions, but let's just say that the end result has got me like "The gods didn't make me a bottom because they knew my asshole would fucking prolapse half a dick in." You shit blood a couple of times, it loses the novelty, as you'd know. Now I just check the color's bright red and go on with my day.
...Yeah, this conversation went places 😂
#i love my anons#anon#celery anon#fiber anon#do i add content warnings to this? what do i even say? gratuitous talk of gaping assholes and not in the usual way???
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Money, power, and love.
"What do money, power, and love have in common Merg?"(Toby)
"I don't know, is this a joke."(Merg)
"No, what they have in common is that they give you serotonin boosts."(Toby)
"Okay? Anyway payday please."(Merg)
"Payday?"(Toby)
"Yeah I'm a bug fixer. What do you think I need?"(Merg)
"Alright right here is $50,000. You want that don't you."(Toby)
"Let me guess you're going to only give it to me if I do exactly what you say..."(Merg)
*He burns all the money to ashes then gives them to Merg.*
"Here you go right here you have $50,000."(Toby)
"Dude wtf. You just burned money that I need in front of my eyes."(Merg)
"What do you mean it's all ashes but it's still $50,000."(Toby)
"You're joking right surly that's not, real money. Right?"(Merg)
"=). So you don't get it everything burns. When money burns it becomes absolutely worthless. Something no one cares about. Not only that but just think about something else, we will burn as well someday. But will we be worthless when dead?"(Toby)
"I hope not, otherwise my life would've been a waste."(Merg)
"DING DING DING!!! Listen I get why you want money, but think about it do we remember a random businessman? No one will care about him after death. Now let's think about Shakespeare. 500 years later we still remember his great works. I want to be a hundredth as popular as him now please tell me, would you work if you didn't have your YouTube channel."(Toby)
"Yes."(Merg)
"You lied. You're fired and I will if you ever come here again tell everyone you're a jerk."(Toby)
"HOW DARE YOU!!! If it's the last thing I'll do I'll kill Kara and take them for myself and make my own game."(Merg)
"You wouldn't have the power."(Toby)
"Heh heh, oh do I not? Only time will tell."(Merg)
(Thanks to Ask Flowey for telling me to have name tags)
#undertale#the white soul#kara#merg#toby fox#Just in case you forgot this is an ask-blog. You don't have to ask but you can
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