#this is traced/copied from strawberry marshmallow

[mealfreak]

And nothing bad happened and they played and had fun

[sugarfrostedconspiracies]

Blog #3: Playin’ With Plagiarism

Alright, so remember seeing the commercials for Lucky Charms? Yes, Lucky Charms is one of my favorite cereals. But if you don’t remember what they’re about, it’s about Lucky the Leprechaun keeping his cereal away from a group of meddling kids. And if that’s not bad enough, then let me just say that nothing’s worse than having your cereal format traced by another mascot’s.

Here, Lucky Charms was the first cereal to ever feature marshmallows in the contents. But guess who had the most unsuccessful idea to copy that same exact format? Tony did!

And here’s proof that Tony copied Lucky:

Earth to Tony - NOBODY GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO TRACE LUCKY’S CEREAL!

Also, the most popular cereal ever known to man: Honey Nut Cheerios.

Yes, on the left is the genuine Honey Nut cereal we all adore. And on the right is such a disgraceful rip-off of the cereal. Worse, Kellogg’s placed a bee on the box to prevent getting sued. Well, not on my watch!

Next, Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

The rip-off:

Lastly, Trix cereal.

In case you didn’t notice, the box reads “turns your milk pink”. Now read carefully on this cereal box:

Apparently Strawberry Milkshake Frosted Flakes turns your milk pink too, in case you didn’t notice on the cereal box’s design. Therefore, this counts as another rip-off.

So what’s next?! Will Cap’n Crunch Oops-All-Berries be the next target, or will it be Resse’s Puffs or Cookie Crisps? (Note: if any other cereals get copied next, I’ll make a part two to this blog.)

[jeagerism]

wish you were here

✒ word count : 4.2k

✒ characters : park jimin x reader

✒ warnings : sadness, like hella sadness im sorry, break up!au, reader just misses him lots, small amounts of fluff, cursing, seeing the person you love with someone new, first dates, moving on, crying

✒ summary : You're sitting in your bathtub eating marshmallows at 3 in the morning three weeks after the break up, and you're doing fine, you really are. But then, all of a sudden, you're crying and realising how much you miss him.

✒ author's note : as i wrote more and more i was like...hmmm. jimin. here is the completed fic im scared to post this didusissj but if i don't i might die so. hope u guys like dis one xoxo it's my first jimin imagine pls do not hurt me im trying :o

It's 6 p.m. on a Saturday when it happens.

The curtains are open slightly in the living room, rays of golden sunlight reaching just past where your feet rest on the couch. You're typing up an essay when Jimin slips through the door, toeing his shoes off. Five-fifty, just like clockwork. The coat he wears everyday goes on the same hook - third from the left. He shuffles over to the couch and presses his lips to the crown of your head, just like always.

It's easy to fall into routine.

Another episode of Sex Education plays in the background, long forgotten after an hour of staring at the same screen. You're pretty sure your brain is fried. But you'd made a promise to yourself that you'd finish this essay today, so you make due. 

"Hey." The way your lips stretch into a smile is hard to control, even more so when he copies your actions. He falls onto the couch beside you, leaning into the cushions with a hum. He smells like the strawberries and honey body wash in the bathroom.

You let your eyes study him for a few seconds, then go back to typing, and it's quiet, just like always. It feels normal. Nothing's different. 

Until it is.

"I think we should break up."

Of the five years you've known Jimin, you've been through a lot. And while most of it had been dealing with things much bigger than yourselves, bigger than romance and first kisses, you'd had your fair share of relationship issues.

But things were good. He would come home every day, smiling, press that same kiss to your forehead. Sit right beside you, leaning into your side, his warmth seeping into you. Sometimes he'd play with your fingers, a thing that kept him occupied and calm. You knew Jimin, you knew all his habits, what made him tick, how he acted when he was sad, or happy, or angry.

"Y/N?"

"I can't", you breathe out, so softly it's barely audible. And you wonder if he can even hear you. If he can hear the way you're trying to gather up everything you're feeling right now and trying to shove it down, down, down. "I don't understand? I need, can you-" 

And as much as you know Jimin, he knows you all the same. He knows you're panicking, and normally, he'd grab your hands and help you breathe. In for three, out for three. In for three out for three. He doesn't do that this time. He doesn't even look at you.

"I'm just not...happy. I'm not happy and I don't think I make you happy anymore, either."

But you do. He does, Jimin makes you so happy that sometimes you forget how to breathe. He makes you so happy that you love everything about him, even the things that drive you insane sometimes. So happy that you pick up the clothes he leaves on the floor after his shower, or place his shoes back neatly, or cook his favorite food for him whenever he asks.

These are the things you want to tell him. You want to tell him it all and more, but the only thing that comes out is :

"Okay."

Because what else can you say? He's just said that he's not happy with you anymore, and he's so close but farther away than ever, and he's not even looking at you.

In for three, out for three. But you still can't breathe. And this time, as his words fall on near deaf ears - something about "my stuff" and "sometime later" and "you stay, I'll go" - and he slips his shoes and coat back on, and it's quiet, it's not because you're happy.

You can't breathe because it hurts. You're not sure of how long you stay on the couch, computer running hot on your lap, a "Are you still watching" message on the tv. But when you finally look up, it's dark. 

And you take a breath. Dragging yourself to Jimin and your bedroom - your bedroom - takes more of an effort than you'll admit, but you get there. The pillow is cool against your burning cheek. You allow your eyes to close tight, because his side of the bed is never this cold.

All you can do is breathe. In for three, out for three. Something you'd learned from him, with him. 

It's all you can do to keep yourself from breaking.

He takes you on your first date in September.

It's bowling, which is a stereotypical first date, but it's him, so you don't really mind. 

Park Jimin is nervous. It's evident in the way he wipes his hands on his pants before he holds your hand. The way he gets quiet after laughing at one of your jokes, as if he's afraid of being too loud or happy.

"No fair!", you call, speaking through a pout. "You've got like, superhuman abilities or something. You're obviously gonna win." Crossing your arms, you shake your head. "I think we should label this as cheating."

Jimin chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not trying, though." 

You make a noise of protest. "That's even worse!" Leaning closer to him, a furrow in your eyebrows, you huff. "Are you saying I'm just plain ole bad at bowling, Park?"

"You said it, not me." It's the first joke he's made all night. You laugh, eyes closing just from the force. "I could, uh, I could help you? If you want. Since I'm so good and everything." The last part is said teasingly, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You stand, ruffling his hair with a smile. "Teach me then." By the time you've grabbed the ball you've been using the entire time, he's right behind you. Sticking your fingers in the holes, you twist it around lightly. 

"I see why you're so bad now." You turn, opening your mouth to defend yourself. "You're not even holding the ball right, you know."

"Well, I'm sorry I was never taught bowling ball holding basics. I didn't even know you could hold one of these-"

He interrupts you with a hand on your waist, delicate and soft. His fingers rest just above the top of your jeans, brushing against soft skin. "Like this", he murmurs. Jimin's other hand adjusts your own. "And then this." He keeps his hand atop yours, and brings your arm back, helping you swing it forward. You're so focused on how close he is that you don't notice you still need to let go of the ball.

Lips brushing against the side of your cheek, Jimin hums. You shiver. "You know, this doesn't actually work unless you let go of the ball when you swing, pretty girl." 

You feel like you're going to combust. Park Jimin just called you pretty. Park Jimin, the boy you've had a crush on for months. Called you pretty. Blinking, you swing your arm back with him again, and let it go when it comes forward. Not caring if the ball hits the pins or not, you rotate, until you're face to face with him. All soft, silky hair and lips that look as soft as pillows. 

"What?" He raises an eyebrow, another pretty flush spreading over his cheeks. 

"Can I kiss you?"

The noise that comes from him mirrors the shock on his face that quickly morphs into timidness. "Like you even have to ask, Y/N." 

His lips feel even softer than they look. You've had a first kiss before, but this is the only one that's felt right. Something in you tells you that means something. When you pull away, you're smiling, breathless.

"Hey", Jimin whispers, nodding his head behind you. "You knocked down all the pins."

As he walks you home, he holds your hand.

"I'm glad we got to do this", Jimin says, and his eyes don't meet your own until you squeeze his hand tight. You think about how he'd wrapped you up in the extra sweater he'd been wearing when he'd noticed you were cold. How he'd pulled you closer when walking down the sidewalk because people were bumping into you, and had held you that way the entire way back.

"Me too." You grin, watching the pink on his cheeks spread to his ears and down his neck. His smile mirrors yours regardless. 

Jimin sighs. "I'm, um, sorry if it was lame. I know bowling is kinda...well, kinda bland for a first date-"

"It was perfect." You let your fingers detangle as you back up. "Best first date I've ever had." 

His cheeks swell with a big, boyish grin. "Next time I'll take you to the arcade downtown." A smirk. "Maybe that time you can beat me in something."

You always thought that if Jimin ever left you, you'd cry.

Not that you thought of it often, but it still came up once or twice. Every time it did, he was always right there, with soothing words and soft lips pressed against the tip of your nose. 

So, the fact that you don't cry surprises you.

You don't cry, and a part of you thinks that, if you did, it would never stop. 

Your sadness turns into anger at every reminder of him around your apartment. There's traces of him everywhere, a forced memory no matter where you step. So you keep breathing. You take a breath. 

You take a breath when you see his lunchbox he took to work with him every day. When you visit your friends and they ask how plans for the yearly Halloween party you'd always throw with him are going. When you see a news article about him and the boy's album release. You breathe.

Because you are angry with him. Angry for making you waste your time, making you think that it was you and him. That he still loved you, and that you knew him.

Going back in your head, everything had seemed fine. The two of you hardly fought, you told each other I love you every morning and every night. You still had your weekly movie nights every Friday. You laughed together. 

Nothing had changed, right? You knew him, right?

A week after he's been gone, it hits you that you never knew him that well at all.

You didn't even know him well enough to tell that he was falling out of love with you.

Two weeks after the breakup, and you no longer feel angry. You feel the dragging feeling of sadness creep up on you again. The anger probably would've stayed, but he'd come to get his stuff earlier in the week. 

He forgets a few things, but you don't say anything. Why don't you say anything?

Getting used to life without him is a process. You forget that you don't have to buy those off brand crackers he likes. You never wake up in the morning to his humming in the shower. Things...change.

The bed was never this big, was it? It always seemed small, small enough that the two of you always crowded together, legs tangled together, arms around waists.

Now, it's massive. You pull the blanket up to your chin, and even though you probably shouldn't, you press your cheek into his pillow. 

When you fall asleep, you dream of him.

His skin is bathed in moonlight, pale and soft. The two of you sit in the big clawfoot bathtub, the one you both loved, empty and fully clothed. He's quiet, and anyone else would think that's because it's nearing three in the morning, but you know him. You recognize the subtle shaking of his hands, the sweat beading at his hairline even though it was freezing inside the apartment, the way he taps his fingers together in rhythm.

You know him.

"Hey." It's the first word spoken since you'd sat down. He's facing you, curls going every which way from attempting to sleep earlier. Holding up the bag you'd snagged before you'd followed him in here, you grin. "Want some marshmallows?"

Jimin's lips twitch into a smile, and even though it disappears as quickly as it came, it's something. Massive hand plunging into the bag, he grabs a handful and proceeds to shove a few in his mouth. You settle for popping them in one by one; the small, colorful bits melt on your tongue. 

The bag empties faster than expected, so soon you have nothing to occupy yourselves. As you start to suggest opening the other bag in the pantry, he speaks.

"It's happening again", his shoulders rise up to his ears. His hands rest in between his knees, tangled together, fidgeting.

With a heavy sigh, you lay a hand across his own. "I know." Jimin's eyes meet yours, honey colored and exhausted. The bags under his eyes are more prominent than they have been, and although it's not as bad as the last few times, it's still bad.

"I don't want it to happen again."

And well, you don't quite know what to say to that. Because you don't either. This feeling was always with him, always simmering underneath the surface. It never completely disappeared, but it did get easier to deal with. It was bearable, almost nonexistent at times.

You know it hurts him, and him hurting makes you hurt. He deserves so much good, he is too good, to have so much weight on his shoulders. To be plagued with so much anxiety and pain, and for what? You don't even know the answer.

No one is perfect, as living with him for this many years often reminds you. He's definitely not. He leaves his shoes in the middle of the floor. He forgets to replace the tissue when the roll runs out. He's never had a plant that's lasted more than a week, because he's either not here or just forgets. 

So no, he's not perfect. But you know damn well he's the closest thing to it you have.

"I'll be here." You swallow, fingers slotting in between his. "I am here. No matter what, rain or shine, you know that." Jimin lifts the side of his lips into a smile. "I love you."

Switching in his spot, he turns, leaning back against your chest, rejoining your hands soon after. "I know." He brushes his lips across your knuckles. "I love you, too."

Your other hand combs through his hair, twirling curls around your fingers like thread.

The two of you don't retire to your bed until the sun begins to peak over the horizon.

You wake up with sweat beading at your hairline.

In for three, out for three.

You ignore the phantom taste of marshmallows on your tongue. A shaky hand pushes the blankets off of your body, and you're taking the familiar path to the kitchen before you can really think. There's a bag of mini marshmallows where they always are. You grab them, tearing a whole in the top as you walk towards the bathroom. 

When your back meets the familiar chill of the tub, you can feel the way your throat begins closing up. But you push it away with a hand full of marshmallows, which distracts you from the aching burn settled deep in your chest.

You've never done this alone. Every time you've sat in this exact same position, marshmallows in hand, he's been here. But there's always time for change. At least that's what you tell yourself.

You'd spent all your time in this tub with Jimin. There weren't any more of those times. No more late night baths where you just talked about your days. No more pic nics on the living room floor when you didn't feel like going out. No more hugs or I love you's or simply just seeing him across the room. 

And another. In for three, out for three. Focus on something else. Anything else but him. Your eyes switch from the wall to the bottle of soap on the ledge of the tub. Strawberries and honey. His favorite. Something else. The two towels hanging on the rack, one yellow and one red. You remember picking them out the night you moved in. It's getting harder to see with the tears in your eyes, but it's fine. It's fine.

Because you don't miss him. You can't, because the smell of strawberries and honey are fading from the pillow that's beside yours. The red towel hasn't been used in a month. There's never a box of off-brand crackers with his name on them in the cabinet anymore. And he's not here.

And you can't wish that he is. 

September is different this time.

The streets are full of people, and you're filled with a happy sort of warmth as you wait outside of a coffee shop. Rubbing your hands together, you blow warm air on them to rid yourself of the numbness starting to creep in. It's the type of cold that sets in slowly. You nudge your nose against the scarf you're wearing with a shiver.

People around you pass by with smiles, arms full of bags or holding others hands. It's peaceful.

"You're going to drop them!"

Glancing up, your eyes dart around until they find the source of the noise. There's a part of you that wishes you hadn't. A part of you that wants to shove your nose back into the fabric around your neck. 

Seeing Park Jimin is...weird.

There's a certain type of irony in the way that you see him during your first September without him. It twists and tears at you with bleeding fists.

"Jimin, let me carry some!"

The girl next to him is pretty. She's more than pretty. Jealousy ebbs in your chest for a mere moment at the smile he gives her, the way his eyes sparkle. Remembering how he used to look at you like that pours salt onto the wound. 

His hair is blond now. He looks good. Jimin had always looked good, though. There's no doubt in your mind that he's one of the prettiest people you've ever met. But he looks good. He looks like he's glowing. He looks...happy.

I'm just not...happy anymore.

"I've got it", he laughs, leaning his head back with a smile. Turning, he regains his grip on the bags, switching his gaze over, over, over. "See, like…" His eyes are sparkling. He looks happy. Is this what he meant?

I'm not happy and I don't think I make you happy anymore, either.

"Y/N?"

You quickly avert your eyes, turning and stuffing your hands into your pockets with a huff of breath you can see in the cold air. For a second, you can hear his footsteps getting closer. Of all the ways you thought you'd bump into him, it was safe to say this wasn't on the list. Seeing him wasn't on the list at all. Avoiding the problem until it went away seemed like a good enough plan.

Just as you're ready to turn around and face him, even if you really do not want to, a hand lands on your shoulder. Gentle.

The endless run on thoughts of what you're going to say become muddled as you open your eyes. 

"Sorry it took so long. Since someone wanted peppermint hot chocolate, even though they were obviously going to be running out, I had to wait a little longer." The corner of his lips lift into a grin. "Didn't mind though. Anything for you, I suppose." 

You shake your head with a smile as he hands you the cup. "Thank you." The drink warms your hands, the numbness melting away. 

"Ready to go?"

Jimin's behind you. Jimin is behind you with a girl who may not even be his girlfriend, but a girl who makes him happy. Makes him smile. 

And you think you're a little okay with it. 

You don't really have a choice, but. It's easier to swallow than you'd expected. 

You've learned to live without him. And even though there's a piece of you screaming and throwing a fit like a child that just wants and wants, you don't break. 

"Yeah. I am."

Pivoting, you walk forward. He's still relatively far away, but close enough that you can see him in your peripheral vision. Close enough that you make eye contact once more as he readjusts the bags in his arms. Close enough that you see the sparkle in his eyes.

You take a breath as your shoulders pass, mere inches of space between you. He still feels far away.

In for three, out for three. Breathe in.

It smells like strawberries and honey.

You smack your lips together as you continue on.

You're craving marshmallows.

Two Months Before

Park Jimin is scared.

Which isn't something he'd normally admit so easily. But, given the circumstances, he doesn't think too much of it.

Filling his cheeks with air, he gnaws on his bottom lip in thought. He's been chewing on it for so long he'll probably tear a whole in it, but he can't help it. Thinking back on the conversation he'd had hours before scares him. Leaves him with an unsettling feeling in his stomach. Anxious, deadly butterflies.

"How're things with Y/N?" Taehyung sits back, sipping from a stark white coffee mug. "Not that we don't see you guys every two weeks, but, you know."

Jimin laughs, shaking his head. "They're good. She's good, amazing." He's smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. 

"God, stop looking like a lovesick fool", his friend teases. He tilts his head, scoffing. "Propose already." Jimin must look as lost as he feels, because Taehyung raises an eyebrow. "You okay?"

He blinks, rolling his shoulders. "Yeah, I'm good. I guess I just...never thought about it. Marriage and stuff. I mean, I have, I just…" He shrugs, eyebrows furrowed. "Never really thought about it too in detail." Why does his stomach feel like this?

"Do you want to marry her?"

"Yes." The answer is instant. Something hidden underneath, but something all known. 

Taehyung smiles. "That was pretty fast. Are you sure you've never thought about it?"

Jimin wets his lips, clearing his throat. "Guess it just...doesn't make sense with anyone else. It makes sense with her though. It feels right."

The blue haired male across from him smirks, huffing out a laugh. "Guess you'll need a ring then, huh?"

Marriage had always been a far away concept. Something to be worried about later down the line. It seemed like, without even realising it, down the line had come sooner than he expected. He's known Y/N for five years, and while every moment has been one he wouldn't give up, it's sped by so fast. 

But when he thinks about it, it doesn't make sense if it isn't her. Nothing makes sense if it's not her. If he closes his eyes and pictures his wedding day, no matter what, in every scenario, every way you look at it, she's the one walking down the aisle. Every time. It's her.

Jimin reaches into the dresser drawer beside the bed, feeling around until he finds what he's searching for. His fingers brush against the velvet box he'd shoved in there an hour earlier. When he brings it out, the butterflies in his stomach have friends. 

He wants to marry her. He wants to do it right. He wants to put this ring on her finger and watch her eyes light up. And plan the wedding with her and discuss color schemes and where to seat guests at the reception. Wants to kiss her in front of a room of people as his wife for the first time. He wants to adopt a dog and buy a house with a backyard.

Park Jimin wants to do all of this, and he wants it to feel right, and it only feels right with her.

But if she said no. If she didn't want him the way he wanted her. Park Jimin is terrifyingly in love with her. The type of love that makes him crazy. That makes him wake up early just to pull her back into his arms, because he knows how she likes being held. Because he knows her.

So if she didn't need him like he needed her, he doesn't think he'd be able to handle it. Because she may be able to walk away and find someone new, but he won't.

She's it for him. This is it for him. He doesn't think there's ever gonna be anyone else. 

He's loved her every day since the moment he met her.

The not wanting is what might tear him to pieces. Can nervous butterflies die?

The sound of keys turning in lock nab his attention, and he jumps to his feet, heart in his throat. Something in him aches. "Jimin? I'm home!"

Rubbing his thumb over the velvet box once more, he slips it back into the drawer, way in the back. He closes it, and breathes. In for three, out for three. Jimin looks up, and puts on a smile, even with this ache.

He loves her.

"Coming!"

✒ tags : @lysjeon @goldenlilyz @savageprince7

[skyblob]

If I can ask, how did you learn to draw clothes? I can never seem to get them right.

When I was a beginner, I learned it by looking at a reference which was from a manga called Strawberry Marshmallow(it was the easiest style to me for a practice). Other reference: anime screenshots. When the reference didn’t satisfy me, I would take a picture of myself with the pose that I wanted to draw. It was hard and the result looked stiff at the beginning. If you’re a beginner, practice from the style that you think is the easiest and would fit in your style, but not exactly copying. And when practicing, please don’t trace the reference image, because once you trace, you’ll find it harder to draw without tracing & no improvement(it happened to me, that’s why I’m telling you).Side note: you have to be patient. Expecting an instant improvement will just reducing your motivation.

You can do it! I believe in you!

[fyeahgrayluweek]

2017, GRAYLU WEEK: explanations & ideas

And yes, this year we also provide you all with some explanations and ideas for the prompt set of graylu week. But no worries, you still can use your own prompts if you have something else in your mind!

Be free! Be creative! Let’s spread the graylu love! (*＾∇＾)ﾉﾟ･*:.｡.☆

grey ★ﾟloud ★ﾟordinary ★ﾟtremble ★ﾟplayground ★ﾟfragrance ★ﾟtrace ★ﾟmemorable moments ★ﾟlast day on earth

graylu family unite!

ᕙ( * •̀ ᗜ •́ * )人( * •̀ ᗜ •́ * )ᕗ

Day 1: GREY

GREY (GRAY) - /ˈɡreɪ/

Adjective: grey

>> of a color intermediate between black and white, as of ashes or an overcast sky.

>> dull and nondescript; without interest or character.

Synonyms: silvery, charcoal, cloudy, colorless, indistinct, monochrome, etc.

Noun: grey

>> gray color or pigment

>> a gray thing or animal, in particular a gray or white horse.

Verb: grey

>> (especially of hair) become gray with age.

IDEAS:

~ There is a grey area between heaven and hell where god sends people he doesn’t know how to deal with. Describe what you did to get there. [ x ]

~ You live in a world where angels, who have white wings, hate demons, who have black wings and vice versa. You have grey wings… [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP having a night to themselves where they just drop everything and explore the city together: looking at the city lights, bonding, finding secret hideaways in the city, and just being happy. [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP living in a world where the world is black and white until you meet your soul mate and becomes b&w when they die. One day, Person A bumps into Person B by accident and their entire world lights up.

Imagine Person A being at work and suddenly their world becomes black and white.   [ x ]

~ Your OTP being really in love even when they are old, doing stuff that young couples do like having dates at different restaurants, staying up all night, talking about the sweet and the sour, some PDA like holding hands and kissing. Their children telling them about the fact that they are not young anymore but they don’t care. [ x ]

Day 2: LOUD

LOUD - /laʊd/

Adjective

>> Producing or capable of producing much noise; easily audible

Synonyms: noisy, blaring, booming, deafening, roaring, thunderous, thundering, ear-splitting, ear-piercing, etc.

Adverb

>> With a great deal of volume

IDEAS

~ The only hope the kingdom has rests with a beautiful witch, a very loud princess, a clumsy thief, and a fairy that likes to set things on fire. [ x ]

~ “The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the ass crack of dawn” AU [ x ]

~ Person A getting startled by the New Year’s fireworks–not being fond of loud noises. Person B pulls them in for a deep kiss, completely distracting them from the exploding lights filling up the night sky. [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP where A and B are dating, but person B doesn’t voice their feelings much. One day, person B is cursed/drinks a truth serum and has to say everything they think about out loud. Person B starts saying “I love you” and other super cheesy shit to person A every five minutes. Person A enjoys it very much. [ x ]

~ Person A is trying to study but Person B is feeling really horny and frequently teases Person A to at least make out with them. Person B goes through all sorts of shenanigans like waltzing around the room naked, narrating everything they’re doing to themselves, thinking out loud about what lingerie they should wear to bed, etc. What happens next is up to you. OT3 Bonus: Person C hears Person B’s attempts at seduction and goes to see what’s going on. [ x ]

Day 3: ORDINARY

ORDINARY - /ˈôrdnˌerē/

Adjective

>> Not different or special or unexpected in any way; usual

Synonyms: normal, standard, typical, common, customary, habitual, routine, day-to-day, etc.

IDEAS

~ One day your friend gives you a nice-looking pen they found lying around, because they know you love to write. Then once you start using it, you realize it’s no ordinary pen. It can backspace, undo/redo, cut, copy, and paste writing. It can even select sections to highlight, change color, font or size, change line spacing, etc. Like a computer. But in real life. With real writing. [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP leading double lives–by day, they are ordinary, mild-mannered ducks. By night, crime-fighting secret agents. (Whether they know about each other’s identities or not is up to you.) [ x ]

~ Imagine Person B of your OTP accidentally slapping Person A when going in for a high five and spending the rest of the day nursing Person A and making sure they are okay. Person A is constantly going “It’s fine” and “Don’t worry”, which only makes Person B care for them more. [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP sitting next to each other on the subway/bus/train everyday. In the beginning, it was unintentional, but soon, they started to make sure that they were seated next to each other–although they didn’t know that the other was doing the same. 

This continues until one of them gets the guts to talk to the other. Or maybe Person A one saves a seat for the other on a busy day. Perhaps Person B falls asleep on A. Who knows? [ x ]

~ Imagine Person A of your OTP, the one who usually enjoys slow and romantic sex, begging Person B to do them so hard that they forget their name. [ x ]

Day 4: TREMBLE 

TREMBLE - /ˈtrembəl/

Verb

>> Shake involuntarily, typically as a result of anxiety, excitement, or frailty.

Noun

>> A trembling feeling, movement, or sound.

>> A physical or emotional condition marked by trembling.

IDEAS

~ Imagine Person A of your OTP accidentally calling Person B a sweet name (i.e sweetie, love, cutie, babe) but they’re not in a relationship. Person A freaks out in embarrassment–you can decide how B reacts! [ x ]

~ Person A has chronic headaches and migraines that leave them bedridden whenever they come up. Person B tries to help by giving massages to Person A, and although they don’t really help with a migraine, A secretly loves them. [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP doing the do one night. Person A secretly makes it their mission to make Person B come first. But on this particular night, Person A decides to do it especially hot and heavy. Person B’s moans, mewls, and utterances of Person A’s name makes Person A come first, ironically. 

Person A is kind of pouty about it afterwards. [ x ]

~ Giving their child(ren) a bath [ x ]

~ Caught in a rainstorm in the middle of London at 1 AM (the only place to hide is a tea shop run by a meddling old biddie) [ x ]

Day 5: PLAYGROUND

PLAYGROUND - /ˈplāˌɡround/

Noun

>> An outdoor area provided for children to play on, especially at a school or public park.

>> A place where a particular group or people choose to enjoy themselves.

IDEAS

~ “You kissed me on the playground the day before you moved away in the 4th grade and now your dorm is right across the hall from mine” AU [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP as kids playing pretend going on a grand adventure on the playground. [ x ]

~ Imagine person A having to hold person B back from fighting another angry parent at the playground. [ x ]

~ You are one of the people who has to clean up the mess after fights between super heroes and villains. One day you find an item an especially powerful opponent dropped in the heat of the battle. [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP trying to roleplay in the bedroom, but Person A keeps pointing out plot holes in the scenario that Person B suggested. [ x ]

Day 6: FRAGRANCE

FRAGRANCE - /ˈfrāɡrəns/

Noun

>> a pleasant, sweet smell

Synonyms: sweet smell, scent, perfume, bouquet, etc.

>> a perfume or aftershave

IDEAS

~ Person B showering at Person A’s house, quickly learning that they are a fan of frilly, fancy, fragrance items. Person B then spends the whole day at work smelling like a field of sweet strawberry marshmallow flowers to their coworkers. [ x ]

~ Person A is a baker right to next a coffee shop owned by Person B. Both come over to the shops and talk before opening and share countless amounts of flirts. [ x ]

~ Person B trying to find nice flowers for Person A. Person B ends up bringing back a mysterious bouquet of flowers that later on releases a powerful pheromone-like pollen, resulting in endless amounts of sex [ x ]

~ Imagine your favorite character coming up to kiss your cheek but they can’t help but notice your perfume and it just turns them on, so they spend the next five minutes intertwining their fingers in yours and holding your waist close to their hips while the kisses go from your cheek, to your jawline, to your neck, to your collarbones, and the scent of perfume mixes in the air until lust consumes the both of you. [ x ]

~ Modern magic [ x ]

Day 7: TRACE

TRACE - /trās/

Verb

>> Find or discover by investigation.

Synonyms: track down, find, discover, detect, unearth, turn up, hunt down, etc.

>> Copy (a drawing, map, or design) by drawing over its lines on a superimposed piece of transparent paper.

Synonyms: outline, map out, follow, sketch out, delineate, depict, show, indicate, etc.

Noun

>> A mark, object, or other indication of the existence or passing of something

Synonyms: vestige, sign, mark, indication, evidence, clue, etc.

>> A very small quantity, especially one too small to be accurately measured.

IDEAS

~ “You disappeared without a trace three years ago, why the hell are you at my doorstep at 3 AM and where have you- Oh my God your arm is bleeding, that looks really bad, quick come inside my house.” AU [ x ]

~ Imagine person A of your OTP is asleep. Person B isn’t asleep yet and holds A’s hand. B starts to trace shapes on the back of A’s hand. They draw a heart on A’s hand, and when they do, A whispers B’s name. B traces a square on A’s hand slowly, then a spiral, but they get nothing. They once again trace a heart onto A’s hand and again, A whispers B’s name. B smirks, thinking of ways they can tease A in the morning. [ x ]

~ Your OTP are good friends, slowly realizing their feelings for one another or being in denial when Person A disappears without a trace. Person B is first confused, then hurt that A would do this (bonus if they work in a secret organization and B now considers A a traitor). After years, A and B meet again, but A isn’t the same as before, acts secretive and seems close to someone else (might be brOTP or Person C of your OT3). B wants to know the truth, but it’s more traumatic than they expected. [ x ]

~ Imagine Person A is a professional detective that has taken on a new murder case. Person B is someone claiming to have information on the crime, resulting in B being interviewed by A.

Bonus points if Person B is sassy and flirty during the entire interview. [ x ]

~ “I rented the apartment above your flower shop and in the last two months you’ve gotten a new flower I’m allergic to so I keep buying bouquets until I can figure out which kind it is” AU [ x ]

Bonus Day: “MEMORABLE MOMENTS” or “LAST DAY ON EARTH”

For bonus day, it would be nice if you take them from the series (anime and/or manga). Memorable moments can be the light or cheerful one and last day on earth can be the dark and angst one hahahaha

But it’s up to you all to interpret the prompt set. Well, have fun and can’t wait to see your fanworks! *cheers*

:: graylu family unite! ::

♥ GRAYLU WEEK 2017: September 1 - 7 ♥

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