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Saw this photo of a solar storm and it really made me remember a certain couple - so I just needed to share Crowley and Aziraphale finally together in Alpha Centauri:
#I am totally conscious this is the sun though#they look like theyre dancing#Angels dont dance#but at this point#does it matter?#not slightly#okay wait#it also looks like a#heart#omg#omg i love this#aziraphale#crowley#gomens#innefable husbands#good omens#crowley x aziraphale#alpha centauri#sun#analogies
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reading between the lines - rafe cameron
summary: rafe tries, and fails, to tell you how he feels. or does he?
word count: 3.2k
a/n: obx writing week has been a pleasure! thank you all for reading and sharing your amazing talent and for @surftrips for making it happen! this is for day 7: 5+1 trope with rafe. fair warning i am in my soft rafe era and i may never ever come out of it ♡
song inspo: tell me you love me / galantis
The sun had just set below the horizon, leaving a midnight blue sky in its wake, scattered with stars. Rafe was settled comfortably around a small bonfire in his backyard with several friends, the warm flicker of the flames setting their faces aglow and fending off the cool night air that whispered the end of summer.
He heard you before he saw you, heard your sweet laugh that was genuine and innocent and pure. He lifted his head to search for you, his eyes landing on you, and for a moment, all he could do was stare.
You had been together for a few months now, but he was certain he’d never get used to how beautiful you were. He took in your long eyelashes, your bright eyes, the way your cheeks were pink and kissed with freckles that along with your lightened hair told of a summer spent at the beach. His eyes fell to your lips and his tongue unconsciously ran against his own at the thought of how you tasted. Before long you turned and caught his eye, conscious of his attention. He didn’t look away, he let his gaze linger warmly on you, bold and confident and it made your insides feel like melted sugar. He smiled widely at you, a smile that left dimples on his cheeks and crinkled his eyes, one that you couldn’t help but reciprocate.
As you made your way over to the bonfire, he made room for you next to him, even though there was barely any room to be had, adamant that he wanted you by his side, always. You took it gratefully as you snuggled into him, his arm wrapping around you, as you nuzzled into his neck before pressing a kiss to his jawline, to his cheek. He turned his head to capture your lips with his own, quick but searing, before pulling away to meet your gaze. “Hey pretty girl” he said.
You both fell into the conversation around you, but his arm never left you and his fingers traced patterns in your back. As the flames dwindled and the wind picked up, you let out a small, involuntary shiver and goosebumps ran up your bare arms and legs. Rafe felt you shake and unwound his arm from you. You were about to protest when he pulled his hooded sweatshirt over his head and offered it to you.
“Are you sure?” you asked.
“Positive” he replied, smirking at you.
You smiled sweetly, wanting to squeal at how sweet the gesture was as you pulled the hoodie over your head. It was still warm from his body heat and his proximity to the fire, and it comforted you instantly, not to mention it smelled like him, overwhelmingly so, like clean laundry and expensive cologne. Being totally wrapped in his scent was intoxicating. The sweatshirt was big on your small frame and you laughed at how far the sleeves hung over your hands, how it engulfed you, how that felt like a metaphor for the way you felt all consumed by him. You blushed, thinking that you probably looked a little silly. Rafe blushed more deeply, thinking he’d never seen something so goddamn perfect. He pulled you onto his lap to hold you closer against him and keep you warm, hoping he was able to convey with his actions if not with his words what you meant to him.
The following weekend was Topper’s annual end-of-the-summer party. Rafe was surrounded by his friends, an endless supply of booze, and the steady thump of music; until now that had always been enough to make for a memorable night, but without you there, the whole party felt dulled. He knew you were going to be late, but that left him feeling antsy and on edge. He was excited to see you, but also nervous for a reason he couldn’t explain. He tried to stop the sweaty feeling in his palms, the quickened pace of his heart as every moment ticked by, drinking enough to numb his senses, losing track after his seventh or eighth beer.
When you finally did arrive, it took everything in him not to scoop you into his arms and carry you out to his truck. He didn’t want to share you with all of these people, he wanted to be anywhere else, alone with you.
You stopped to say hi to a few people before he watched your eyes search the crowd for him, bringing a tingling warmth to his chest. When your eyes landed on him, the way you lit up for him sent a bolt of lightning from his heart to his toes; he set his beer down and met you halfway, coaxing his foggy brain and loosened limbs to focus on you as he folded you into his arms. You hugged him warmly, pressing your whole body into him and he lifted you just off the ground as his arms wrapped tightly around you and you giggled with joy. His head was spinning from the beer just as much from the feeling of your warm breath on his neck. All he could think was how good you smelled, like amber and vanilla, and how he didn’t want to let you go, how he wanted to linger in your scent and the feeling of your body against his. When you finally unwound from each other, the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could hold them back.
“You’re s’goddamn pretty. I jus’want you all t’myself, couldn’wait f’you to be here, miss’dyou all night, beaut’ful, y’make me feel funny” he slurred in one run on sentence, his brain registering far too late what had just come out of his mouth.
“What?” you asked, smiling, a curious but happy look on your face as you pressed onto your tiptoes to hear him better over the music. Your arms curled around his neck, and your proximity made him feel warm and happy and sleepy, and it lulled his inhibitions just enough to form the words that the rest of him had failed to understand until now…
“I think I’m fallin’—"
“Y/N!!!!” a voice shouted before Rafe could finish his thought. You glanced over your shoulder to see Kelce teetering with a near-empty bottle of tequila in his hand, which he held in the air and then took a swig from, giving Rafe the moment he needed to shake his own head clear. What had he been saying? He couldn’t remember. The thought was lost as he glared at his best friend.
You laughed at Kelce before looking back at Rafe, his eyes were half closed and a lopsided, goofy smile sat on his face as he looked down you.
“Wait, what were you saying?” you asked again. You’d thought you’d heard the beginning of something, something you’d been hoping to hear for a while, but maybe it was only wishful thinking, it was impossibly loud in here, and Rafe was clearly drunk.
“Dunno baby, but you’re really pretty” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek, though he couldn’t help but feel he had let something important slip through his fingers.
Rafe had been adamant that night that you come home with him, nearly begging you, a pout deep set on his lips. When that didn’t work, he whispered promises to you in the back of your uber that only you could hear: exactly how he would cuddle you, kiss you, tease you just the way you liked before a slew of other things that had you extremely flustered. Truthfully, you wanted nothing more, but he was in no shape for half the things he had said as it took nearly all of his stamina just to lean on you as you pulled him inside, upstairs and tucked him in bed.
When he woke up the next morning alone, he was pissed, and his head pounded as he tried to remember all the things he’d said…or nearly said to you.
It was tradition that the day after the end-of-summer party, you all went to the beach, no matter the weather, and this year was no different. He checked his phone to see several texts from you that took the edge off his anger.
Fuck. He vaguely remembered the car ride home and he buried his head into his pillow at the reminder of his awful attempts to get you to stay as a new text came in.
He sent a quick text back as he pulled himself out of bed, got dressed and came downstairs. He was still mad at himself that he’d gotten too drunk to spend the night with you, frustrated that he’d let his nerves get the best of him, but he was set on making it up to you today.
As he made his way outside, he could see the dust kicking up at the end of the driveway as Topper’s bike flew down the gravel path before it skidded to a stop in front of him and wobbled. As the dust cleared, Rafe could see you unwinding from the back of the bike as Topper followed, stepping off the bike and pulling off his helmet, swaying slightly as he looked at you and giggled.
“Top, where the fuck is her helmet?” Rafe asked, as his blood began to boil.
The two of you looked up at him, caught off guard by his tone and the anger on his face.
“Read my fucking lips, Topper, why wasn’t she wearing a helmet? Why didn’t you give her yours, jackass?”
Topper looked down at his helmet, up at you and back to Rafe in exaggeratedly slow movements, like he was trying to piece it together himself. Rafe recognized the look in his eyes immediately.
“Are you fucking high!?” he shouted as he grabbed the front of Topper’s shirt, causing him to drop the helmet as his feet.
“Dude, it’s all good,” Topper replied, a strained smile on his face. Rafe could see his bloodshot eyes, could smell the weed on him.
“What is the matter with you? You don’t fucking drive with her when you’re high, she could have gotten hurt! Goddamnit Topper!” he said as he shoved him, nearly knocking him off his unsteady feet.
Your eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape as you took in the scene in front of you, watching as Rafe’s chest heaved.
“Hey, I’m alright” you said, resting a hand on his arm in an effort to calm him down. He looked down at you and you could see his breathing start to slow as he took in your eyes, your smile before he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you, strong and protective.
“M’sorry I yelled, it’s just – I didn’t want – you’re - it’s important to me that you’re safe” he said as he stumbled over his words, trying and failing to explain the racing feeling in his heart.
Sarah woke up that night to the sound of clattering and banging. She rolled over to check her phone and saw that it was just after 3:00 AM. She heard the cacophony again coming from downstairs and realized, annoyed, that it had to be her brother, the only person stupid enough to be that loud at this hour, probably drunk or high. She pulled herself out of bed, wanting to get to him before her dad did, not willing to sit through another all-out-brawl between the two of them. But nothing in a million years could have prepared her for what she found.
Every single light was on in the kitchen and every surface was covered with flour, bowls, and baking utensils. Rafe sat squarely in the middle of it all, his hands covered in dough that he was rolling into balls and placing on a cookie sheet.
“Are you… baking?” Sarah asked, incredulous, her voice still groggy from sleep.
His head whipped to her, caught off guard. “What?” he asked.
“Are you baking?” she repeated, coming closer, trying to get a glimpse of what was in the oven.
“Yeah, so what if I am?” he said defensively, trying to shrug off her tone of surprise.
“Rafe, the most I’ve ever seen you do is make a bowl of cereal. It’s 3:00 in the morning, what are you doing?”
He grumbled something, and tried to refocus his efforts, a tint on his cheeks
She looked at her brother, perplexed.
“What?” she said.
“I can’t make cookies for my girlfriend!?” he replied snappily. “She said chocolate chip cookies were her favorite, and you know mom’s were the best, so I’m making her some. Happy?” he said defensively.
Sarah’s sleepy mind slowly put the pieces together: her brother, that look on his face, you, their mom’s cookies.
“Oh” she said as the lightbulb went off in her head.
“OH!” she said again, louder this time, her eyebrows raised, a huge smile cresting her face as she punched him in the arm, excitedly. “I never thought I’d see the day! Rafe Cameron, you’re in lo—"
“Go back to bed, Sarah” he said, interrupting her, his cheeks now crimson, that familiar thumping in his heart fast and unceasing at the words that had nearly come out of her mouth.
She smirked knowingly at him before turning to go back upstairs.
You were sitting on your front porch swing reading, trying to soak in the last warm rays of the summer sun when Rafe’s truck pulled into your driveway. You hadn’t been expecting him and your heart nearly leapt out of your chest in excitement and surprise. He smiled widely upon seeing you as he climbed your front steps and you ran to him, pulling him into a kiss that deepened quickly, your body moving on auto-pilot as soon as you felt his lips on yours, constantly begging for more as you tangled your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck and teased his lips with your tongue. You could feel him smiling against you, a laugh escaping his lips that pulled you apart. “Mm’not what I came here for, gorgeous, but I’m certainly not complaining” he said as he brandished a box he had been holding behind his back. “I brought you a little something, can I join you?”
You nodded and pulled him back to where you were sitting. He draped your legs across his lap and his eyes remained transfixed on you, his smile never leaving his lips. “Open it” he said, nodding to the box in your hands.
You unfolded it to find a pile of chocolate chip cookies, your favorite. You squealed with excitement before realizing that they looked homemade.
“Rafe, did you make these?” you asked, unable to hide the shock in your voice.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I did, yeah, so I’m sorry if they’re not the best, but, it’s my mom’s recipe… I haven’t made them in a long time but I think they turned out okay.”
Your eyes widened as you looked at him, to the cookies and back again. “Rafe Cameron, this is the sweetest thing that anyone has ever done for me and it means the world to me that you would share this piece of yourself, of your mom, of her memory with me.” Your chin wobbled, briefly, as you were overcome with emotion at his gesture.
“Hey, hey, no crying, it’s cookies, they’re supposed to make you happy” he said, laughing as he reached out a hand to cup your face.
“What did I do to deserve this?” you asked, laughing back, still completely enamored by his gesture as your eyes sparkled and traced his face.
He blushed and his eyes darted to the floor for a moment, feeling nervous under your gaze.
“Look, I’m not great with words or saying stuff… things that you need to hear from me. I try, you know? To let you know how I feel…” he started.
You thought about the feeling of his strong arms around you when you needed him most, you thought about every way he kissed you: soft, languid and sweet, intense, demanding and passionate. You thought about the feeling of his fingers ghosting over your skin and way your insides curled at his unwavering attention. You thought about the way he fought unceasingly to keep you safe, to protect you, the way he let everyone know you were his. You thought of him reading his mom’s slanted script on an old recipe card to make you the box of cookies that now sat in your lap and you realized Rafe had always conveyed exactly how he felt; you knew it without him saying it, and you smiled at him, your heart quickening as you nodded. “I know… well, I think I know what you mean?” you said, smiling, laughing, trying not to read too far into what he was trying to say, trying not to get ahead of yourself, to get your hopes up.
“Well, you should know for sure. I don’t want you second guessing or trying to figure it out. You mean… a lot to me…I know we’ve only been together for a little while but I think about you constantly. You make me nervous as hell, you’re so beautiful and you’re incredibly sweet, I literally don’t know what you’re doing with me half the time –”
“Rafe” you said.
“Nah, I‘m serious, like I don’t even know how I got here, how I got you, but I need you to know I don’t take it for granted. I’d do anything for you, anything to keep you safe, anything to make you happy…”
You nodded encouragingly, as your eyes traced his face, still trying to read between the lines of what he was saying as he continued.
“…You make me feel important, confident, like I can do anything, because you believe in me, because I have you by my side. You’re my #1 priority… I-- alright, fuck it, I love you. I’m in love with you.”
Your smile radiated as one hand came to cover your mouth and you grinned ear to ear.
He let out a deep sigh before meeting your eyes earnestly and saying it again. “I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you.”
You crawled into his lap and pressed your lips to his, your heart racing in your chest and your hands shaking as you cupped his face, his arms immediately circling you, grasping you tightly as he kissed you back.
“Say it again” you mumbled against his lips.
He laughed, kissing you again. “I love you” he said against your lips, kissing you more deeply.
“One more time?” you asked, breathless.
“I love you” he said, his hands bunching in your shirt as he wrapped his arms more tightly around you, his heart slamming in his chest.
“You’ve made me feel loved every day, Rafe Cameron, but it means everything to hear you say it. I love you too.”
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PAC: How you see your appearance vs how other people percieve your beauty 🤍
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"I see your true colors shining through. . . And that's why I love you 🌈"
Pile 1:
Shufflemancy -
Platform Shoes by Slayyyter
Splish Splash by DreamDoll ft. Cupcakke
Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey
Ace of Water, The Emperor, & Seven of Water "Illusion"
You are just tooooo cute, Pile 1 💞! Literally the embodiment of sugar, spice, and everything nice. I feel like you are a very cute and adorable person. Your appearance could be feminine and clean. I'm thinking of the pink, coquette aesthetic. I also see glossy lips, nail sets, and long eyelashes (you could wear extensions or need to go get them filled in again). You see yourself as gentle and caring. You may think you are fragile or dainty? Or resemble characters from those 2000s movies or you remind people of a novel love interest. Your style could be either soft, mcbling, or y2k, possibly a mixture of them all. You could use like childhood movies, stuffed animals, or shopping for comfort or as a coping method. There is also something unique about your appearance, perhaps you have beauty mark, freckles, a crooked tooth, round cheeks, etc. You have something that makes you stand out! Which is really cool :D! How people percieve your beauty - they think you are unreal somehow? They think you are like "Hollywood star" beauty. Even though you are not "perfect" it makes you likeable and relatable. For those who have a social media influence or popular regarding to their school, hometown, etc. Some might even wonder if you had plastic surgery done. Also for those wondering if you'd look good with plastic surgery - yes you would! I'm not seeing anything too extreme as regards to plastic surgery but for those who like the "bimbo" look they could totally rock it. Or you are able to transform yourself with makeup. People who identify as more masculine or men find you so attractive. You could be popular amongst mascfems, studs, or men who are comfortable with their masculinity. It's giving "my girl can wear whatever she wants because I know how to fight". For any men reading this 🥰 I feel like people are so in awe or you! Like you would be the prettiest man anyone has ever seen in their life. (Clarified by The Moon. Faking It by Sasha Alex Sloan). Aw you really are a sensitive person deep down, pile 1. I feel like not many get to see you when you are down or know about the late nights you stayed up crying. You may have had your heart broken before or had your heart broken by someone more than once (I'm so sorry :(!). I feel like when you have your moments of depression or feel sadness you feel really self conscious. So you could use makeup as a mask to cover to what you're feeling down. You don't have to fake a smile or portray being happy, baby. Try to practice some self care and focus on your inner beauty when you feel deep down. Spend time with a trusted friend and tell then what's been on your mind. Practicing affirmations and mirror work can also help past wounds. Take care of that precious, tenderheart of yours my little carebear 🐻!
Pile 2:
Shufflemancy -
I Am Who Am (Killin' Time) by Mac Miller ft. Niko Randa
Wake Up by Logic ft. Lucy Rose
Wife You Up by Russ
King of Fire, Adjustment, & The Sun
Pile 2, I feel that you are a natural beauty! You're not one for wearing lots of makeup or styling your hair too much. I see that you just really like to be comfortable. For how you view yourself, you could really like your facial structure :)! Your cheekbones might be defined or you have a nice jawline. On a typical day to day, your everyday style would consist of your hair pulled up into a ponytail or bun, wearing sweats, or a t shirt and jeans. You could also be a hard worker or your job requires you to have shifts early in the morning. For some of you in this pile, you could work in a café and make coffee, tea, boba, smoothies, or anything to do with drinks. People at your job love coming to you because you give great customer service. Also they see you as "girl/boy next door type". A friendly, good citizen. For how others percieve your beauty - they think your features are balanced and harmonious. Perhaps your face is quite symmetrical or your beauty feels familiar. You also have a very radiant smile or your laugh could be unexpected! You are a very bright and charming person ☀️! (Clarified by Four of Earth "Stability". Baby Girl by Chloe x Halle) I feel that you have been putting off a dream or haven't been paying attention to your inner child. pile 2. What have you done for yourself lately? You should take a break and focus on doing some fun activities to take care of your spirit. You are very generous towards others but seem to neglect your own needs sometimes! Try to go for a nice walk or be in nature, it'll do you some good! Also don't be afraid of being silly, you don't have to be so serious all the time. Perhaps doing volunteer work at a children's school or museum could let your playful side come out to play. Your inner child also wants to do some coloring or dancing. For some people in this pile, leap frog could be significant or a favorite childhood game 🐸.
Pile 3:
Shufflemancy -
Stretch You Out by Summer Walker ft. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie
Masquerade by Siouxxie Sixxsta
Test Drive by Ariana Grande
Two of Earth "Change", Nine of Water "Joy", & Nine of Earth "Gain"
This pile is very specific. I'm seeing dark hair, dark eyes, and fair to medium skintones. Your hair could be straight and black or dark brown (some of you have dyed your hair a wine red). Your eyes are almond shaped and your eyebrows are arched. If you identify as feminine, you really give off like 2014 ig baddie vibes, pile 3! Some of you could be black, Hispanic/Latin, or Southeast Asian descent. I'm reminded of those tiktoks of girls doing "chicana" makeup, so that could be how you like to do your makeup. For the fellas, you could have nice eyebrows, and a moustache that compliments your full lips. I feel very strongly that you have Scorpio, Sagittarius, or Virgo in your big 3. For how you view yourself, you don't like to stick with one look, you are always changing up your appearance 😂. I feel like when you are sticking to one thing for too long you're like "ugh I need to dye my hair" or "I need a new tattoo". You always have a different style. You like to switch it up every now and then. For how others see your beauty, they see you as very abundant! You may wear high quality jewelry (diamond earrings, gold necklace, etc.), luxury brands, and expensive shoes (some people here are sneakerheads 👟). They could admire as well that you're generous with your wealth and you could do a lot or provide for your family. (Clarified by Four of Water "Comfort". Again by P-Lo, E-40, & LaRussell). Some of you could like to party?! LMAO. In my card there is otters here and I feel that you have a group of friends that you hang out with on a daily basis. Some of you could like to go out clubbing and enjoy drinking alcohol? 😂 You usually have to be responsible in your family but with your friends you get to be the one who can be reckless instead. There's something about a car so if that doesn't resonate with you, either you or your friend take turns being designated drivers. Be careful when driving, pile 3! Have fun rolling with the homies 🚗
Pile 4:
Shufflemancy -
Unique by Miliyah
Smoke Weed Eat P*ssy by Ängie
Roof by Rico Nasty
Four of Fire "Perfection", Ace of Earth, & Four of Air of "Truce"
Pile 4, you are really confident in yourself! I'm seeing that you don't really care what other thinks about how you look and live to please yourself. Your style could be alternative, you have bangs, and your hair has layers. Perhaps you have a mullet, curtain bangs, or a feathered layers. Some of you have your hair dyed with highlights such as green, blue, blonde, etc. For your makeup, your eyeliner could have a thick wing, or you have a signature smokey eye look. You could also like to have wear faux freckles or you have actual freckles. Your lips could often be seen with black lip liner and a signature cherry red lipstick. You could have piercings, I'm seeing specifically a septum piercing, snake bites, or gauges. There could also be a tattoo on your shoulder, forearm, or back, even possibly a sleeve. There could be Aries, Taurus, or Aquarius in your big 3 as well. You could also be apart of the LGBTQ+ community. How people perceive your beauty is that you have a tough exterior but deep down you are a calm and peaceful person. Which is interesting in comparison to your appearance. Your aura is comforting and nice to be around :D! (Clarified by Six of Fire "Success". Falling for U by Peachy!, MXMTOON) This is so cute 🥺! So there is someone who secretly has a crush on you or you have some secret admirers. Possibly someone in your friend or group you interact with on a daily basis. They are super shy around you and wish they could tell you how pretty/handsome that you are ☺️. If you already know who this is and feel the same way, perhaps encourage them a bit or flirt with them so they could confess their feelings 💞 (*sniffles* I ship 🤧😍)
Pile 5:
Shufflemancy -
Use Your Heart - Interlude by SWV
Love You Down by Ready For The World
Freakend by Megan Thee Stallion
The Empress, Ace of Water, & Temperance
Okay Pile 5, I know this is tired and old but... Mommy? Yes. Mommy? Yes. I cannot 😭 Some of you could give off milf vibes and you know this. You are either mature for your age or this pile is for my ladies in their 30s and up (It's giving "Damn Ms.Parker finer than a motherf*cker, I'd knock the dust OFF that p*ssy!" 😂😂😂). This Pile is very feminine and sensual. Your body could be very curvaceous 😏 body shaped like a figure 8 fr. Your lips could be plump and kissable as well 😚. If you identify as a masculine (either pronouns, style, gender, etc). You are just a very beautiful man. You could possibly get babied by the female figures in your life lol. Perhaps you have older sisters or a lot of women in your family. You just appear as the people would say "written by a woman". You could like to wear long flowy dresses, heels, cardigans, blouses, etc. Some people here could love the 80s/90s aesthetic. I'm visualizing somebody with big fluffy curls. Also you could attract partners who are younger than you or crave someone who is maternal in their life 🥴. (Clarified by The High Priestess. So Much More by Xaiver Omär) For how people perceive your beauty, you are down to earth, and just naturally stunning. You could have a good heart as well and possibly do some sort of service for the community. You could be great with kids or love animals as well. Religion or spirituality is significant in your life. So your devotion to God or your faith in the spiritual realm is admirable. People find you wise and want to gain knowledge from your life lessons. I feel that some of you may worry people only consider you just a pretty face with a nice body but that's far from the truth. The people who do appreciate you think you are so kind and memorable to them. Also if you ever feel insecure or lonely, your spirit guides want you to know how much they love you. So if you ever need someone to comfort you in a time of need, call upon your deities, angels, etc.
Pile 6:
Shufflemancy -
Girls by Kid Cudi ft Too $hort
Single by The Neighbourhood
겨울 탓 (Winter) by SAAY ft. Woo
The Tower, Eight of Earth "Circumspection", & Ace of Air
Trigger warning
This is interesting. So Pile 6, I see that your appearance actually makes you feel stress or turmoil at times. You could be really self conscious about how you look. For some of you, you could have experienced some sort of traumatic event, or had an injury which drastically caused for you to change. For example, you could have burn scars, large bruises, etc. Some other messages coming through that your self image is warped due to experiencing some sort of abuse (either from a partner, bullying at school, etc). I am really sorry for everything you're going 🥺! I wish you healing and hope you can grow to learn to like how you look. Just know that what other people said or done to you is never your fault and just projecting their own self hatred and insecurities onto you. Now to talk about your physical traits that stand out. You have wavy light brown hair, brown to hazel eyes, and textured skin (sun spots, freckles, wrinkles, etc). For how people perceive your beauty, I see you have some supporters who find your story very motivational. People in your family know the hard work and the steps you took in order to survive and they commend you for it. This is a selective message for only of a few of you but your ancestors have been with you since the beginning of your journey. In this card there is a family of elephants, animals who are known to never forget. Your guides want you to remember the people who did you wrong but also learn to not hold grudges because it will hinder your growth. Practicing journaling, shadow work, and using prompts could help improve your self esteem and provide clarity as to why you have such negative thoughts about your appearance. Also maybe asking your loved ones what makes you beautiful could you help a boost of condience. (Clarified by Mother of Earth. Glitch by Buddy ft. Tinashe) I feel as you get older, you are going to appreciate yourself, your life, and the lessons it had for you. I'm even seeing as you age you will look even more beautiful! One day your will develop wrinkles in the corner of your eyes and see gray hairs at your roots but you will find yourself to be happy about it. Gratitude is a big thing here. The reason why it's because you have to think about not many people live a long life so the fact that you will be blessed to do that, is amazing! Also for some of you I could see that you will look into manifestation. Perhaps you will use law of attraction, subliminals, or affirmations to work on your confidence and feeling more beautiful. You will start trusting your intuition and experiencing "glitches" in the matrix. You will see life doesn't have to be so hard or always be difficult, there can be wonderful moments as well.
Pile 7:
Shufflemancy -
January 28th by J. Cole
AMERICAN GURL by Kilo Kish
EARTHA by Jamila Woods
Six of Air "Knowledge", Five of Air "Conflict, & The Hermit (reversed)
Pile 7, I feel that you are just now acknowledging how beautiful you are! Perhaps you went through a period of being a wallflower or were very shy. You are coming out of your shell and taking steps in embracing your beauty :D! Awesome! Your appearance could be very ethereal. I'm getting that you have features that stand out and you are beautiful with an eclectic style. I'm reminded of like a alien or stars in the galaxy (some of you could be interested in starseeds, sci-fi, or conspiracy theories). This message could be only for some but there was either a friend or ex partner that you had in your life that was jealous of you. They would put you down so you wouldn't feel confident in yourself (Yuck! What a hater 🙄). This caused you to feel self conscious and out of place but now you are taking back your power. You are realizing this person was just projecting their own issues onto you. If this person is still in your life, I highly advise that you cut this person off! They don't wish to see you happy or succeed. I am sure you know who this person is as well. (Clarified by The Star. Vamp by Father ft Tommy Genesis) Oh yeah this person is gonna be fucking miserable 😂. You are gonna experience a huge glow up, Pile 7! I feel like this person has been giving you the evil eye and your spirit guides are not playing that shit. They are gonna get what's coming to them for trying to dim your light and sabotage you. The energy vampire will be gone 🧛🏽♀️! You are going to be healing your self esteem and from the past wounds people have inflicted onto you. You get to shine bright and be the star that you are my lovely, pile 7 🌠 Congratulations!
Pile 8:
Shufflemancy -
BIBI Vengeance by BIBI
Icy by Kim Petras
Do You? By Troyboi
The Magus, The High Priestess, & Mother of Air
Pile 8, honestly you are cool as fuck 😎! You could be a model or into fashion, if not, you totally should to start pursuing something along those lines of a career because you have such a chic aura! I'm seeing that you could have sleek hair, slanted eyes, and a prominent facial structure. I'm being reminded of models like Sora Choi and Anok Yai. You could have cool toned skin and wear colors that contrast well with your undertones. You have almost like a ice queen/king presence. People could be intimidated by your presence or find you very intriguing. You could have a popular social media presence or would be eventually be big on the internet. I believe you are aware that because of your appearance it could be marketable or know your looks could attract financial wealth. For how others perceive your beauty; They consider you mysterious, smart, and strong. (Clarified by Two of Air "Equilibrium". DICTATOR by REI AMI.) I'm being reminded of Azula from The Avatar: The Last Airbender. She was raised to be a weapon by her father but was just only a teenager. She began to crack under pressure and suffered a mental breakdown in the dual with her brother Zuko and Katara. You could have a duality to yourself. On the outside, you are stoic and regal - but deep down you could be sentimental and nervous. You could be nostalgic about some things in your life and possibly worry about if you are making the right decisions. Some of you could have parents with strong expectations as well. Please don't be so hard on yourself, pile 8! It's okay to make mistakes for that is how we learn. I know it can be scary to be vulnerable but try to let others in and get to know you for the real you. You could have a avoidant attachment and often doubt others when they try to show their love for you. You don't trust many people and either stay alone or only have a few close friends that you adore. I'm seeing also that you are artistic and have a strong work ethic. For some of you, you could have anxiety, which affects your mental health. Try to pick up a hobby to help calm you down or ease those racing thoughts of yours. Being in nature, socializing with animals, or going to a art class could be helpful or significant to some of you.
Pile 9:
Shufflemancy -
Press Your Number by Taemin
Deja Vu by ATEEZ
Pretty by FAKY
Daughter of Fire, Ace of Fire, & Wheel of Fortune
Omg pile 9, you are my hotties 🥵😍!!! You know you're the shit and nobody could tell you different (period!). You really have the mindset of being the "main character" and live life to the fullest. You could have short hair, buzzcut, or part of your head is shaved while the rest of it is long (Word to Doja: "Lost a lil' weight, but I ain't never lost a tushy. Lookin' good, but now my bald head match my 🐱"). You could also have a prominent nose, plump lips, darker skin, piercings (eyebrow, nose, or lip? Possibly all 3!), and a tummy pouch (you could have a belly button piercing too). Some of you could be proud of your booty or like to twerk, don't matter the size 😂. You wear bangles, crystals, waistbeads, and gold hoops. As for your style you dress like it's summer all the time. You could wear tube tops, crop tops, denim shorts/capris, baggy jeans, flip flops, and sneakers. You could get compliments a lot and be told that your style is "fresh". For how people perceive your beauty, they think you are lucky, blessed, and a joy to be around! I'm getting a vision of someone rub their hands 👏🏽. So people want to rub off some of your luck. NSFW but some people want to feel up on you 😂. They think your skin looks radiant and soft or want to touch your curves/muscles. (Clarified by The Sun. Going Off by P-Lo) Idk why I'm hearing "Step outside hoe. Step outside!" 🤣 You are enjoying your freedom and letting loose. You could be the type of person people always see on social media traveling places or partying. If any of you still live with your parents, y'all are stressing your mfin' parents tf OUT 😭💀! You could have to sneak out or lie about where you're going with a cover up outfit just to go places. You get away with a lot though because of how much they love you 😮💨 I'm getting some of you could be the youngest child. Your family think you can be a knucklehead but they love your energy and you make them laugh and smile during the hard times. Also this could be a message for a select few but some of y'all need to stop getting into fights or arguments 😭! Please learn to pick and choose your battles lol. Make sure to handle your substances responsibly (Mary Jane by Rick James came on so if you guys like to smoke weed or drink alcohol, be careful of your surroundings 😅!).
#pac#pick a card#tarot#tarot reading#tarot cards#pick a card reading#witchcraft#astrology#wicca#Spotify
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Hello my beautiful butterfly.you deactivated and I feel sad, not because of the need to read your blog, but because of the lack of your beautiful words, you are kind and sweet, I can feel that even without "knowing you", I know that you are back here temporarily, so before Leaving, I want to clear up my last doubt.
When I imagine, I know that what I imagined happens instantly. But, when I open my eyes, it seems that there is a present feeling of “waiting” to experience what was imagined, even though I realize that I am aware of this “waiting” I get confused, because if I KNOW it is instantaneous , I end up being lost. And I don't know how to reverse this situation, it seems like a cycle. I don't want to live conscious of waiting for myself to have, to be. But it's so confusing and leaves me with doubts.So, I observe and calm down, but that feeling of waiting is always present, as if telling me “Hey, you don't have it yet, just wait and see what you want, it's not here, there's a process for you to have it.” It's like a duality of thoughts and feelings, and I get frustrated at being lost again without knowing how to reverse it.
I want my being so much, I want happiness so much, so completely that I can't explain it, and sometimes I feel vulnerable, human. like the moon that longs to find the sun but always gets lost along the way, the moon glimpses the brightness of the sun appearing at dawn, but that light recedes and is lost to sight with the sunrise and the moon returns to its vast darkness, both know of each other's existence, but are unable to be together.Although both are present in each other, occurring in the same space. (That's how I feel). I've experienced silence, an empty mind, I still remember the first time I felt it, immediate happiness, I want to go home, I want to be at peace, enjoy life and have sweet dreams, but I feel lost and I can 't know how to deal with problems. I just want everything to be okay, I'm tired of the pain, tired of the suffering. We are like children, innocent, just crying and longing to return home, to the arms of our beloved mother (Being). Do you understand me?
Sorry for the text, I promised it would be my last question, I tried to summarize as much as possible. Thank you I love you. 🫂
English is not my language, sorry if the words are confusing.
– 🌙☀️🌌
(I know these words are meaningless and nothing new, I've said this before, over and over again. But for the sake of it, let me share them again. This is the last I'm sharing, going on an indefinite break after this. Sending Love to y'all ❤🌇)
Hello my glistening moon, it's okay. First of all, Breathe. You are always OKAY. I totally understand what you're trying to say. But more reading and seeking would get you Nowhere, I have something in my Notes for this and I'll add it here. Just read it, take it as pointer, and turn within. Only you can free yourself by realising you've always been free, only you can make yourself at Home by realising you never left. Let this be the LAST POST you read 🌙🌃
And with this, I'm logging off. अलविदा, अपना ध्यान रखना❤
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HI! I just wanna say your fics make me happy and I really enjoy reading them!! But what I’m requesting is a Yuji x reader where a short reader becomes self conscious after finding out he said he likes tall girls, she doesn’t bring it up immediately but he can tell something is wrong. (This is kind of stupid but I thought it was cute lmao) i imagine it would be a kind of angst to comfort type of thing :) I would prefer a female reader but anything is fine! 💗
YOUR TYPE yuji itadori x (short) fem!reader
Remi's note: It's not stupid, hon! I'm 5'3" lololol so I can relate in a way :3 Yuji does not know what he's missing out on !!
content: fluff, reader is a little bit insecure, i kinda followed the timeline but it's no where near canon lol
When you transferred to Jujutsu High a certain pink haired student immediately caught your attention. In fact, you believe that his presence demands everyone's attention because of how much of a sunshine boy he is. He's tall, cute, kind, and a little bit naive.
Essentially he's most of what you look for in a guy but you aren't too sure you're what he looks for in a girl. Not after hearing him discuss his type with Todo. "I like a girl who's tall with a big butt, like Jennifer Lawrence!" And while you had the whole big butt thing down (sorry if you don't i'm self indulging here sigh), you don't have the height he mentions.
At first you were okay that.. you can still be his type right? You don't have to be tall. You brought the subject up with Megumi and Nobara one day while the three of you were eating lunch, Yuji was away on a mission. "Do you guys think I might still have a chance with Yuji? I know I'm not tall but..." you trail on trying to think of something to say.
Megumi wants no part in this conversation but gives you his honest answer anyway, "Eh, probably not. You two never really talk to each other. He's honestly kinda awkward around you." A frown breaches your beautiful face and you begin to pick at your food. Nobara thinks differently of the situation.
"Ah, don't listen to dumb old Fushiguro. He doesn't have a girlfriend so he can't give anyone advice. I think you two would look super cute together! If you just talk to him I'm sure you could figure out what's on his mind." Nobara's advice sounds more charming but you also take Megumi's into consideration. Truth be told, you and Yuji don't talk much and he's always nervously laughing around you.
Yuji eventually returns from his mission exhausted. He still comes by to greet everyone though which makes you smile. "Um.. Itadori?" He pauses in his steps to turn around and give you his attention with a weary smile. "Mhm?"
"Do you think I could uh- talk to you sometime tomorrow? Just the two of us?" You gaze at anything in the common room besides him. A sudden wave of nervousness rolls through your gut.
"Um. Yeah, of course! I'm going to head to bed now, goodnight everyone!!" Yuji scurries out of the common room. Was that good? Was it bad? You couldn't get a clear read on him and now you're panicking.
You're able to remain calm though because Panda and Inumaki give you a thumbs up. Nobara smiles at you and whispers, "you got this girl!"
As you were preparing for bed, you had a sudden hope that a black hole would just come and swallow you up before dawn peaks. Worry clouded your ability to rest properly so the night consisted of a lot of tossing and turning. When the sun had barely even peaked through the window you decided to start your day.
Your phone reads 6:53 am. Usually you'd begin your day at around 7:30 but sleep was not an option. Usually rejection didn't phase you much, but you were no longer in a huge school where you could likely avoid a guy who rejected you. Jujutsu High has a total of ten students including you. It would be hard to hide yourself from Yuji after facing rejection.
Once you were properly dressed and had clean teeth you left your dorm room to sit outside and admire the sunrise. You weren't sure how long you had been sitting out there but quiet footsteps gather your attention. The one boy who you were not ready to face yet was standing right behind you, his signature smile gracing his face.
"Mind if I join you for whatever you wanna talk to me about?" You want to tell him no or that you aren't ready yet but you inhale slowly and exhale deeply to rid those negative thoughts from your brain.
You pat the ground next to you motioning for him to join you, "Yeah, be my guest."
He sits down next to you and you sit there trying to think of what you'll say. The silence is awkward and the tension is definitely high. "So I hear you like tall girls." Terrible start. If he rejects you, you won't be surprised.
"Heh, yeah.." You meet those chocolate eyes of his. They hold confusion and the urge to know what you are trying to say.
"Do you.." Pause. How should you go about this? "Do you think that even though I'm not tall I'd still have a chance?" Silence follows your question as Yuji soaks in what you've just said.
You. Like. Him? He's surprised to say the least. Yuji had thought it was the other way around, he didn't believe he had a chance with someone like you. Sure you aren't his usual type but he's fallen for your beauty and your personality all the same.
The silence creates a tight feeling in your chest. He must be trying to find a way to let you down gently right?
"I mean it's totally okay if you don't! I just.. never mind. I think I'll go now." He grabs your wrist before you can try to leave and you look into his eyes wondering what he's thinking.
"You do! Sure you're not that tall but you're cute and funny. I thought I didn't have a chance with you. Oh my gosh a girl just asked me out!!" Relief pours over you almost instantly. So you've been overthinking things.
"You've liked me? For how long?!" He shrugs trying to remember.
"Oh yeah! When Sensei sent you, me, and Fushiguro on a mission together. You were so badass when you exorcised that curse. I was thinking 'damn she's hot as hell'!!!"
A giggle escapes your throat at Yuji's dramatics. He's so sweet and confident and knows what he wants. The fact that he wants you makes your heart swell.
#yuji itadori#yuji x reader#yuji itadori x reader#yuji itadori fluff#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff
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Fall Out Boy lyrics that make me want to write fics because I'm unhinged and always thinking about middle-aged gay men ᵇʸ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵇᵒʸ
Take This To Your Grave
• "And I can't forget your style or your cynicism" - Homesick at Space Camp
From Under The Cork Tree
• "Why don't you show me a little spine you've been saving for his mattress, love" Dance, Dance
• "Can I lie in your bed all day? I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake" - Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner
• "I found the cure to growing older and you're the only place that feels like home" - I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me
• "I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends and I am sorry my conscious called in sick again and I've got arrogance down to a science" - I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me
• "So douse yourself in cheap perfume, it's so fitting, so fitting of the way you are" - I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me
• "I used to obsess over living, now I only obsess over you. Tell me you'd like boys like me better, in the dark lying on top of you" - Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)
• "I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death. I am indifferent yet (I am a total wreck)" - The Music Or The Misery
• "I'm every cliché, but I simply do it best" - The Music Or The Misery
Infinity On High
• "I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light" - Hum Hallelujah
• "We're so miserable and stunning... Love songs for the genuinely cunning" - The Carpal Tunnel Of Love
• "Best friends, ex-friends to the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around" - Bang The Doldrums
• "Do you remember the way I held your hand? Under the lamp post and ran" - I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers
Folie à Deux
• "Say my name and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste the same" - I Don't Care
• "Does your husband know the way that the sunlight gleams from your wedding band?" - Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet
• "I will never end up like him, behind my back I already am" - What A Catch Donnie
• "My head's in heaven, my soles are in hell. So let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well" - w.a.m.s.
Save Rock And Roll
• "I don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul?" - Alone Together
• "You and me are the difference between real love and the love on T.V." - Where Did The Party Go?
• "Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name, it will be held against you" - Just One Yesterday
• "I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way" - Just One Yesterday
• "But even though my eyes closed, I still see you. I just hope that when you see me, I'm not see-through" - The Mighty Fall
• "I wanna see your animal side, let it all out. Oh there you go, undress to impress. You can wear the crown, but you're no princess" - Death Valley
• "Oh, c'mon, make it easy, say I never mattered" - Young Volcanoes
American Beauty/American Psycho
• "She's in a long black coat tonight, waiting for me in the downpour outside. She's singing, baby come home, in a melody of tears, while the rhythm of the rain keeps time" - Jet Pack Blues
• "You are my favorite 'what if,' you are my best 'I'll never know'" - Fourth of July
• "I wish I'd known how much you loved me, I wish I cared enough to know" - Fourth of July
• "The torture of small talk with someone you used to love" - Fourth Of July
MANIA
• "You are the sun and I am just the planets spinning around you" - The Last Of The Real Ones
• "I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me" - The Last Of The Real Ones
• "I got too high again, realized I can't not be with you or be just your friend" - HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T
• "There is nothing more cruel than to be loved by everybody but you" - Wilson (Expensive Mistakes)
• "If you were church, I'd get on my knees" - Church
So Much (For) Stardust
• "You were the sunshine of my lifetime, what would you trade the pain for?" - Love From The Other Side
• "Part-time soulmate, full-time problem" - Hold Me Like A Grudge
• "I will never ask you for anything, except to dream sweet of me" - Heaven, Iowa
• "I like playing dumb, letting you figure me out" - I Am My Own Muse
• "I've got all this love I've got to keep to myself. All this effort to make it look effortless" - Flu Game
• "Self-sabotage at best, under your spell" - Baby Annihilation
• "I think I've been going through it and I've been putting your name to it" - So Much (For) Stardust
• "In another life, you were my babe. In another life, you were the sunshine of my life" - So Much (For) Stardust
• "I used to be a real go-getter, I used to think it'd all get better" - So Much (For) Stardust
#i will not apologize for being chaotic#bein a little unhinged about fruk tonight#you don't even know#yes these are all about fruk#maybe one day i'll work my way through this list and just write an amalgamate of FrUK oneshots because i'm... Normal#okay the headfirst slide lyric is about Framano AND FrUK so...#also as you can see i am SO normal about Fall Out Boy#fanfiction#floralcrematorium writes#fall out boy#floralcrematorium is so normal and cool#fruk
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If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!
1. I once went swimming in a river within sight of a seven foot alligator, in water so murky you couldn’t see more than six inches deep. I was 13, had no adult supervision, and was ready to die in the Florida heat and humidity. I clung to the ladders and had my friends watch the gator to tell me if it moved. No one ever believes this story because I am always the totally paranoid, safety conscious person. My high school nickname was “Mom”, due to my frequent lecturing of my classmates on making safe choices.
2. The story of how I met my husband is long, crazy, and takes nearly an hour to tell properly. Highlights include dating his brother first, meeting at the worst Valentines dance of all time, a girlfriend, opposing parents, and a Dear John letter. We’ve been married for 16 years and are the most disgustingly in love couple you’ve ever met. (According to… everyone we know).
3. It may be silly to say, but writing and finishing “I Didn’t Want to Have to Haunt You”/“A Sun in Retrograde” is genuinely one of the proudest achievements of my life. I had never written anything that long before, never written anything popular, never poured my heart and soul into something. I reread it sometimes, because it really is an example of “write the story you want to read”. My only regret is the original title, which I chose when I posted the first chapter, thinking it would be a one-shot. Sometimes I still question whether changing it was the right choice, though, since I don’t want it to be hard to find.
When I’m depressed, or frustrated, or feel like a terrible writer, I go back and read the comments that people have left, and they never fail to make me cry.
(Secretly I’m afraid that my writing has peaked, that that fic is the highlight of my life, and that nothing I do will ever be as good.)
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List of Yan!Idol Event Producers/Assistants:
This will be frequently updated! I'm not posting all anons at once, but I'll spoil the first five who guaranteed a spot: 🕯️ anon, bao bei anon, 🐠 anon, 🕊️ anon, and 🦊 anon!
Producer Lumine: if you sent your request on my inbox and NOT the google forms link as instructed in the guidelines, I'll ignore it. I'm sorry, but Madam Alice will literally blow me up if we hired you without going through her "interview" process.
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Dandelion anon: "I'd like to think that my strengths come from my ability to read the room and consider the feelings of everyone whilst still using logic (and not letting it cloud me, so you can call me balanced?). I've been told that I naturally exude a comforting aura and it makes others feel safe around me! I am also quite affectionate and loves to dote on those I love. As for weaknesses, I tend to find more stability in planning, so I may lack a bit in the spontaneity department (but I'd be willing to be more spontaneous with someone who brings out that side of me). I also tend to give advices to others, but struggle to practice them myself at times T-T"
Lumine's notes: "smarter than average, plays a sport/knows martial arts, fond of cleaning". Alright then, you're Heizou's producer. Can't say you can get used to his "spontaneity" quickly... I'm sorry for that.
"Esther" anon: I like jazz music. I dont like rap, but i can appreciate a good melody. I especially like rock, rnb and some pop, specifically the ones with angsty breakup songs as the main point. I like to draw, especially the eyes and the hands. You’d be surprised how much personality is in those. Dont give me that look. I dont have a fetish. I really, really like the sun. I dont like cold weather. But i have this…thing where i drink the coffee in the afternoon, and eat popsicles when it rains. It gives off that…synergy, y’know. Also hot soups best meal ever. Mushroom soup beloved like HHHHH
Lumine's notes: "nosy, likes angst, does theater/spoken word" Hmm... I think you'd do fine with Mister Alberich... I think he'd be quite fond of you.
🕊️ anon: My main personality traits are that I am loud, bubbly, enthusiastic, energetic, easygoing and very kind! My friends always praise my intuition and are always amazed at how I am able to tell what they're feeling - they can never fool me! For my worst personality traits I'd definitely say that I'm really lazy and leave everything in the last minute and that I can get really sensitive sometimes. I'm also very self conscious of how I look which isn't good because I always end up downplaying myself in one way or the other. I can also be VERY scatterbrained, no seriously, it's amazing and kind of pathetic at how easily I forget things... I love history, mythologies and fairy tales, reading manga and watching anime, being with friends!!
Lumine's notes: "well put-together, into soft yanderes, laughs a lot, 'nosy'," amongst other things– *sigh* why am I even evaluating this? This is Diluc's producer.
Snailnom: I may have issues with vulnerability, empathy, and may be extremely touchy, but I'm the best person to be around when you're feeling down. I'll give great distractions and I'm always willing to talk! I'm just fantastic! And that's not the ego talking since I am also the most humble person ever! I am literally perfect! In everyway. I put my all into everything I care about! Which is.. unfortunately, not much outside of friendships. I have bits of trust issues, but that’s not a problem, since you can trust me! Totally! I am your friend and DEFINITELY not an enabler first, friend second. I would do petty crimes with you! I would go wild! I will eat a grape off the floor! Go apeshit! Do no harm!! I'm also a cheapskate, I'd prefer gifts you'd find down the street: like a piece of shiny glass, a smooth rock, a blade of grass, literally anything but something that could cause money! But uhoh! That might have been a lie! Not a complete one though, never those, after all.. The best lies have bits of truth in it! I do like gifts you'd find on the street, but I do like things you spend money on. Ehehehehehehe~ I am both cautious and reckless. I will jump headfirst off a (reasonable) height with no hesitation while be too scared to go down a crowded road by myself. Speaking of doing things by myself, I don't like doing that, and would love to do things with a friend if possible. I love the simple things... Like world domination and trying to eat an entire bag of fries in a few seconds. Ah, the good life is my life.
Lumine's notes: Pfft– haha! I don't even wanna read the rest. I just wanna see you produce Itto. (ps: you definitely got this job because of your energy. Even your other answers solidified it. This is fate–)
Fox: Strengths - Patient, persistent, responsible, witty, loyal and kind Weaknesses - Cautious, sensitive, very serious, low confidence/self worth and indecisive. Interests - gaming, drawing, thought proving exchanges with friends, watching youtube videos, travelling, and eating good food. First appearances: I’m probably one of the most god awkward and reserved people you will ever meet. I will give close answers and forgot how to function out of shock. Despite a million thoughts going on in my brain. But aside from that I’m a pretty chill person from what my friends tell me and can be mysterious, unpredictable at times. Have a huge sweet tooth for sweets and snacks an awful lot. My mind is logical but chaotic at the same time wanting to multitask through 5 other things trying to be efficient as possible. But even then mid way I probably get distracted by something else not even related to the tasks I was doing in the first place.
Lumine's note: I hesitated on whether or not Mister Kamisato gets with Fox because they're compatible or with Producer Hundred for the chaos... But there's just no way I'm robbing Mister Kamisato a chance of a great work partner given how overworked he is. Fox's a smart person, I think Ayato would grow fond of them in due time. He does have a thing for dogs, after all...
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mei ✾: i'm creative but also logical. normally very easygoing but serious about my job. i have a lot of love to give! i tend to express my love with physical touch and quality time. i dislike confrontations and will try to avoid it at all costs. i'm shy and find it difficult to talk with strangers (although i do a 180 once i'm comfortable with someone) i'm bad at keeping up communications because 1) i always feel that i'm bothering people or 2) some days i just don't have the energy for it. i struggle a lot with body image especially for myself. - taste in music: i love everything tbh! from pop to kpop to country to cpop to game osts, as long as i like how it sounds, i add it to my playlist haha
Alhaitham's voicemail: "I hired them because they have a neat handwriting. That's all. What? "I don't believe you"...? F-Fine. I hired them because I knew them from before. They're incredibly smart, logical, great at math, and a realist. That's all you need to know."
Solitary anon: My strengths? Probably communications and creativity. I've met loads of people in the past so I'm able to adjust myself to everyone around me. I like to create a balance and it often results with me being the 'trustworthy' or 'reliable' friend. But as I get more comfortable around people, I get a bit more talkative and my humour starts to shine through, My weaknesses is probably the fact that I adjust myself to everyone around me (its a strength and a weakness). I have the constant need to be perfect, to be liked, and I know it's damn impossible to be like that - but I still try. So I end up being pushed over easily and social gatherings exhaust me (as much as I like them,) I really like to write and do art! It's one of my outlets and I've been enjoying it ever since I was younger. I write my own novels aside from fanfiction and I even drew comics! I'm pretty smart but too lazy to study much (unless I like it). My absolute favorite color is blue (im like a moth and blue is my light). I love to game and I also like to listen to music. My style is dark academia and Idk what more to say?
Cyno's voicemail: "Tighnari, I met someone who can understand me. They like dogs. Hmm? Oh. They also like dark academia, tabletop games, a realist-- You're not interested?... Understood."
Bakery anon: "I’m a bit of a bookworm (I own atleast 14 poetry books and..more other books) however I also am quite fond of baking! Though aside from that I’m described as motherly and loyal by my friends."
Dottore's coffee-table book record: "Smart and creative. A perfectly fine mindset, can certainly handle others, a creative– an asset that can be used as a clean-up slave... Hmm, this specimen will prove to be most useful."
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🔱 Om Namo Bhagavathe Sri ArunachalaRamanaya 🔱
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The Paramount Importance of Self Attention, by Sri Sadhu Om, As recorded by Michael James
Part Five - Mountain Path: April – June 2013 - Excerpt
Note of 5th January 1978
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Sadhu Om: If 'I' is taken to be a form, the world and God will also be experienced as forms (Ulladu Narpadu verse four). Even the conception of a 'formless' God is a mental form or image. Nirguna dhyana or formless worship of God is a futile effort, like a person chasing the horizon in order to touch the all-pervading space (Sri Arunāchala Ashtakam verse three).
Reality cannot be found by meditation, which is attending to the mind and its images. It can only be found by non-meditation, which is self-attention. However, Bhagavan said we should not think that sαgunα worship [worship of God as a form] is useless. We should practise either sαgunα worship or self-attention.
In verse four of Ulladu Narpadu Bhagavan asks: "Can what is seen be otherwise than the eye [that sees it]?" That is, the nature of what is experienced cannot be different to the nature of what experiences it. Therefore, the appearance of the world and God depends upon the appearance of the seer, 'I', and their forms depend upon the seer's form.
'Eye' is also used in Tamil to mean jñāna [knowledge or consciousness], so the 'endless [limitless or infinite] eye' is self, which — being limitless and formless — can see only limitlessness and formlessness. Therefore, self can never see any name or form, nor anything other than itself. It experiences only formless self-awareness, 'I am'.
This is expressed by Bhagavan in verse twenty seven of Sri Arunāchala Aksharamanamalai: "O Arunāchala, sun of bright rays that swallows everything [the entire appearance of the universe] ..." (see also Sri Arunāchala Pancharatnam verse 1). That is, in the light of pure self-awareness, which is Arunāchala, the ego-'I', the world and God will all disappear.
When there is body-consciousness there is world-consciousness. If none of the five sheaths were experienced as 'I', neither the world nor God could be seen (Ulladu Narpadu verse five). The world and God are therefore created by our misidentifying a body to be 'I'. Hence the creator of both the world and God is only the 'I' that mistakes itself to be a body, so we should investigate 'who is this 'I'?' From this we can infer that the world and God are only as real as the idea 'I am this body', and since this body-identification is unreal, so too are this world and God.
How are vāsanās [mental propensities or dispositions] to be erased? Now we take these vāsanās to be 'I' or 'mine'. This gross body is itself an expansion of them. In sleep we do not experience any of them, so we assume that they remain then in seed form, and in order to explain the seeming ignorance of sleep (which exists only in the view of our waking mind), we postulate a causal body, whose form is conceived to be the sum total of all vāsanās. This causal body seems to veil or obscure our pure self-awareness, and hence it is conscious only of a state of dark ignorance.
However, by practising self-attention in the waking state we will become more clearly conscious of our self-awareness in spite of the play of our vāsanās, and thus we will be conscious of it even during sleep. The vāsanās will then be seen as shadows created by the dim light of our mind, which is a reflection of the bright light of self-awareness.
So long as we attend to vāsanās and their products (our thoughts and desires and the objects of the world), we will continue to take them to be 'I' or 'mine' and thus to be bound by them. However, if we ignore our vāsanās and instead attend only to 'I', we will destroy them — that is, we will expose their non-existence.
We should not be put off by the strength of our vāsanās and by their seemingly endless play. We should remember that they appear because I am, but they do not come to trouble us during sleep, even though we continue to exist then. Therefore I am real, and vāsanās are unreal. With this strong conviction we should be courageous and remain disinterested in our vāsanās, and thus we should carry on self-attention undisturbed.
Bhagavan gave us the following definition of reality: only that which is everlasting, unchanging and self-knowing is real. [Hence nothing other than 'I' is real, because everything else is transient, mutable and known not by itself but only by 'I'.]
When we accept the existence of the world we see, we should accept the existence of a power — which we may call God — that is responsible for it and for ordaining our prārabdha, which is whatever we are to experience in this world. As Bhagavan says in verse one of Upadesa Undiyar:
Karma giving fruit is by the ordainment of God. Can karma be God, since karma is jada [devoid of consciousness]?
However, because God does not appear as an object perceived through the five senses, we say we do not believe in him. This is like saying that we see the pictures on the cinema screen, but do not see the light that illumines them. The world is those pictures, and God is the self-knowing light, 'I am', which makes the appearance of the world and the functioning of karma possible.
The world does not exist apart from the body or the mind, as Bhagavan says in verses five and six of Ulladu Narpadu. The world is merely an expansion of the mind projected through the five senses of the body. The world-picture is projected on the screen that is the mind; it is illuminated by the mind; and it is seen by the mind. Therefore, since this mind is nothing other than self, in verse one of Ulladu Narpadu Bhagavan says:
[...] The picture of names and forms [the world], the one who sees [it], the screen on which [it] depends, and the pervading light [of consciousness that illumines it] — all these are he [the 'first thing' or base], which is self.
To mistake a body, which is one of the pictures, to be 'I', and thus to feel that the world, which is all the other pictures, is other than and outside of 'I', is a delusion (māyā). Without this delusion, 'I am this body', no world-picture would be seen. Because we thus limit 'I', thinking it to be within a body, the concepts of 'inside' and 'outside' arise.
So long as the delusion 'I am this body' is experienced as real, the world will also be experienced as real. Therefore the only way to experience the unreality and non-existence of the world is to investigate this feeling 'I am the body'. When we do so, it will disappear, and then we shall no longer be troubled by the false appearance of this world.
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Student Couple
Yesterday we took the wayback machine to Gong Jun's college days with our Hug a Column figure. We're going to spin that dial even further back for some high school sweethearts.
The inspiration for the Gong Jun figure is this outfit below, which is not, to be clear, Gong Jun actually in high school. This is from a Weibo post of his from June 6, 2021, where he wished good luck to students taking the college entrance exams.
The inspiration for Zhehan's fig outfit (and pose!) is this:
This is also not high school Zhehan - I don't have the date on this, but I can tell you definitively it was not!
These two cuties! The fig maker rendered Junjun's slight smile here into a sideways grin, which I love, and of course we have Zhehan's big bright smile.
The tilted head pose is so cute! Here we get a great angle of Zhehan's slides, with the LLD logo to go along with Zhehan's Nike shorts and Supreme t-shirt. He is wearing white socks with the slides (because of course he is), even though it's a little faint from this angle.
We do have a little bit of unfortunate overspray on Junjun's arm and hand. That being said, it's faint and not too bad, and merely looks like cleverly sun-conscious teenage Junjun layered on the zinc sunscreen a little bit too heavily.
Please do note the Air Jordan logo on his shorts! I'm really impressed with the sharp line detailing on the pentagon around the logo.
Here you can see Junjun's pose a bit better, with his foot forward, and of course that really beautiful backpack. The crest on his backpack says, Orange Gardenia High School. So cute!
So...you may have noticed I switched the boys around! I am not sure what the heck I was doing when I was photographing them. I think I ran out of time half way through, and hastily cleaned off the bar. Only to come back and totally forget what I was doing. For goodness sakes.
ANYway, here's a nice view of Junjun's hand-in-pocket and casual resting pose. Those lines on his outfit look great, sharp and clean!
WHY are these two so cute! I love Junjun's smile from this angle, it has so much personality. And speaking of personality, Zhehan continues to be adorable with his head cocked over to the side.
Adorable and a little rascally, too!
As you can tell from the pics, they stand up pretty decently on those little feet.
I swapped the figs around (this time on purpose!) so you could see Zhehan's basketball holding pose and Junjun's backpack from above at the same time.
The fig maker included some student cards as an extra bonus! These say Junzhe University, which makes sense, since those photos definitely are not high schoolers either. I will say that Junzhe University is truly the best. I've been to a lot of schools in my life, and none of them had students like these!
I love box cards, I have to say! All the cute artwork. I'm out of space in my little Junzhe wallet-card sized binder, but I have a new one on it's way.
Still haven't solved the what-to-do-with-the-boxes problem, but I'm confident some solution will happen!
Material: PVC
Fig Count: 380
Scene Count: 26
Rating: A+, naturally!
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omg tysm 💖💖💖 seeing ur responses to my writings makes me so happy :))
i won’t lie i am WEAK for like role reversals in general? like laventon is so gentle usually so i do love the thought of him being pushed into losing it and taking charge in the bedroom…. but ofc he’s too soft to be like overly aggressive, he’d pin you down and pick up the pace until you’re left screaming for sure but at the same time he’d be babbling some very sweet and romantic stream of conscious stuff about how much he adores you and how perfect you are 🥰🥰 (but i also want to boss him around a bit all the same…..)
ngl i think we’re on the same page w the service top/sub assessment — and on a similar note he absolutely loves going down on you, no matter who initiates or suggests it he’s game haha
i totally love your idea of being caught up in each other out in the wilds and making love in the open air is so good too!! feeling the sun on your back as you ride him, or looking up at the sun peeking through tree branches while he’s on top is just so good,, any time of day works too, like when the sun is setting and paints the landscape with shades of pink and orange, and personally i’ve always thought having sex under the stars is especially romantic too, though maybe in hisui it would be a bit too cold for something like that hahaha
being bent over his desk though…. yes!!!! he’d be so worried about getting caught but ofc that’s what makes it so exciting… he buries his face between your shoulder blades and focusses on trying to stay as quite as possible but he can’t help letting a few moans and whimpers escape,, if you’re the vocal type he’ll slap a hand over your mouth while the other holds your hips in place
i’m gonna get carried away at this rate!!! i just love laventon sm aaaaa
— aster anon
YESSSSSSSS
God he pins you down and doesn’t even realize he’s pinned your wrists he’s just so lost in how you’re squeezing him and the noises you make when he goes harder and faster. He doesn’t mean to be rough but you make him feel so good he can’t help it sometimes. And it’s countered with the absolutely devoted ramblings of every single positive thought he’s ever had about you <3
He wants you to sit on his face so bad he practically begs for it. Nothing brings him joy and pleasure like servicing you, so he’s always eager and ready to get between your legs every morning and night. And he won’t stop until you shove him off
God fucking under the stars. Riding Laventon as he marvels up at you, heartbroken he didn’t bring his camera to capture you so full of pleasure against a backdrop of bright stars. But then again, you told him to lie back and let you fuck him, and he’d do anything to be your good boy
Oh and then him being unable to contain himself during work. He locks the doors and bends you over the desk, burying his moans in your back and neck while covering your mouth. You can barely bite back your own moans and it's only turning Laventon on more, so he's pulling every trick he knows to get you to cum as quickly as possible, desperate but getting off on the thrill of the semi-public space you're in
get carried away, love. i am all for it. i love laventon with my whole soul and i am always down to clown when it comes to him
~Renee
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Director's Cut! Way Specific Scene.
i really adore the description in this, because it helps me really visualize it--how harry and ginny are positioned relative to one another, how what they're looking at instead of one another reveals how they are feeling.
I am curious, and you need not answer if you would prefer not to, how you were able to craft this, what your process was, because it seems (forgive me if I'm making bold assertions) like a thing that would be difficult to do given what you've mentioned about how visualization is harder for you than it might be for others.
do you, like, do the actions yourself and then capture each movement in words?
thank you so much for both your amazing writing and your willingness to engage beyond the published text--i feel so very blessed by both aspects of the goddess pebblysand. 🌸
Yeah, this is a super interesting question. This paragraph involved... an embarrassing amount of effort lol. I re-drafted it a number of times haha. It's definitely one those where, generally, *I* don't see anything in that description and I would very happily have moved on without it, but I hear @copper-dust's voice in my head being like: "DETAILS! VISUALS!" so I... yield to the voice in my head lol.
I think I've become more aware of my own limitations in the past year and have, as such, made a conscious effort to adapt. It doesn't mean that I'm changing my style, I'm never going to be a "visual" author, but I can make certain adjustments, you know? This scene could have further details on the colour of the grass and the flow of the waves, and the birds in the sky or whatever, but you're going to have to go someone else's fic to find that cause my brain is incapable, haha. Again, we're making lemonade with the lemons we have, here, you know?
That said, I've noticed I find it easier to generally add visuals at the beginning of scenes (this one and the one with Kingsley and the description of his office earlier in the chapter come to mind) because it's a place where I have mental space to remember to add them, as opposed to later when I'm so focused on the action, dialogue, etc. that it a) wouldn't occur to me and b) would distract me and annoy me as a reader lol. So, usually, every time I get to a new location, I try to force myself to describe it the best I can these days. (Ah, all the sacrifices I make for you, visual people 😅)
To answer your question about my process though, in this case, I just stop and think: how would these people sit? And, so: Ginny would be the kind of girl who sits cross-legged with her skirt over her legs because she wants to look at people when she talks to them. Harry - this is going to sound Very Strange, but I have a whole headcanon from a fic I've started working on but not yet published about the fact that he always sits in a way that make it easy for him to get up and run in one swift-motion. So, he always has at least one foot solidly on the ground, which is the case here. But, if he had both knees up (and feet on the ground), his second leg would be a sort of fence between them, he'd be a lot less relaxed and open towards her with both knees pulled up, which we don't want, because this is a scene where they're having a dialogue.
This conundrum honestly did led me at one point to sitting on the floor of my apartment, trying to find a position for him that worked. Sometimes, I think my neighbours probably think I'm totally cray lol. Then, describing as best as I could, adding in distance (3 or 4 feet cause I'm never bloody sure what a fucking foot is, please adopt metres people!) and light from the sun because it's a hot spring day and I wanted to convey that. She's in the shade because she's not Stupid; I headcanon that Harry's skin is on the "darker" side for a white person (a bit like my own, tbh, is that a self-insert? lmao) and that he tans pretty easily, meaning that he likes to think he never gets burnt, although that is totally Not True. I honestly think about these things too much lol.
Then, their looks are, as you said, also a symbol. She is looking at the castle - which she hates - and he is looking at the water. They're both not looking at each other, though their actual body language is very relaxed and open. That's the contrast I wanted to play with, for obvious reasons as this chapter is very ambivalent.
But, honestly, I almost deleted that paragraph before I published cause it bored me. I'm now glad I didn't, haha.
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August {IV} Twisted in Bed Sheets Pt. 1
Previous: August III
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader, Kim Taehyung x Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Non Idol AU
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Kissing, Swearing, SEX, MxM SEX
Word Count: 5.1K
Summary: Your first summer apart brings new romances to both Taehyung and your adventures.
Notes: Do we even like this story??? Also the playlist for this story is a banger.
Listen: dips, Daisy The Great; Meet Me At Our Spot, Willow, The Anxiety & Tyler Cole ; I Think He Knows, Taylor Swift; Kissing Other People, Lennon Stella
Tag List: @4ksj, @jagiya, @ot7nem, @knjkitten, @teamtardis-notdead
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From: Y/[email protected]
Subject: Internship!
OH MY GOD! I got the internship.
Which… I know means we’ll be apart this summer. Oh my god, we haven’t spent a summer apart in half a decade. What am I going to do without you?
Love,
Y/N
To: Y/[email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Internship!
Congrats! This is huge! I can totally believe you got the internship. You deserve it. Your work is beautiful and you’re exactly where you need to be.
I will miss you this summer, and I will miss that you won’t get to spend time with my friend Jungkook who is coming up for the entire summer. He’s… special, and I think you’d really like him. I hope you’ll be able to come to the lake for a week, or weekend though that seems difficult since you’re staying in New York.
I can’t believe I’m working at The Confectioner’s Corner without you… What will that be like?
I’m so proud of you.
Yours,
Tae
From: Y/[email protected]
Subject: Re: Internship!
I haven’t heard about Jungkook. Who is he? What makes him special? That guy – the finance guy – asked me out. I said no, but he also got the internship so I’ll be spending time with him. I’m not sure what he expects … we’re not friends. Seokjin is coming to the city for a writing internship at Late Night with Seth Meyers, so that’ll be cool. I guess I’ll be showing him around the city, like you’ll be showing Jungkook around Lake Augusta. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get out there this summer. The idea of missing an August with you and EJ is devastating. But what am I to do? I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to get out the last week of August, will you still be there?
I miss you, more than I have in our year across the country from each other. Maybe it’s because we couldn’t make New Year’s work like we have in the past, or that our spring breaks didn’t align either…. I feel further from you than I have before, and that scares me.
Yours too,
Y/N
Manhattan
“The fact that you’re not willing to argue that you didn’t follow me out here is ridiculous,” you laughed, staring at Seokjin over your burger and fries. He’d come into town two days ago and this was the first time he was free for long enough to see you. He’d texted, frequently, asking questions about the subway and where he was living, finding that you were subletting pretty near to where NBC was putting him up.
“I did not! Where else was I supposed to go?”
“LA!” You suggested.
“Too much sun.”
“And New York in the summer isn’t too much sun?”
“Okay, that may be true, but New York is known for its comedy and late night. That’s what I want to do.”
“Which is wild because you’re not that funny,” you teased, and watched as he blushed and rolled his eyes.
“You’re not that funny either.”
“How would you know?”
“What do you mean? We’ve known each other since you were born.”
“Yeah, but you know the version of me that hangs out with your sister and is somewhat contained when I’m around my moms’. You don’t know college me.”
“And who is college you?” Seokjin asked, eating the last of his fries.
“You’ll have to find out,” you teased. Why you were flirting with Seokjin was beyond you. Not once in the last two years had you made a conscious effort to flirt with him, but something about being in the city, alone together, made you desperately want to make him flush.
College had done right by him, making him more mature and fill out his lanky frame. His shoulders somehow broadened, while his hips remained narrow and tight. Seokjin had experimented with dying his hair, and was letting the light brown he’d chosen fade into his natural black. It looked more high brow than he intended, but fit in with the summer he wanted to have. He’d also figured out his skin care routine, and most of his juvenile acne had disappeared with the advent of face wash and nice moisturizer, which he did use regularly. He was looking…. And you hated to say it…. nearly as good as Taehyung.
And that was cause for alarm.
“Alright, then you’ll have to hang out with me.”
“Like either of us will have time. My internship has wild hours, and so does yours.”
“We’ll find time,” Seokjin assured.
“How was your school year?”
“Nice transition,” he commented. “It was good, wrote for the Flipside, made editor for next year.”
“Editor in chief?”
“Yeah, I’ve been working towards it for the last few years and the vote was unanimous,” Jin said.
“How come that wasn’t in your parents Christmas letter?” You asked.
The Kim’s, like your moms, sent out a lengthy Christmas letter every December documenting the successes of their families. It was easy for the Kim’s, who wouldn’t brag about the success of Namjoon and Seokjin, rising seniors at their respective universities, internships at the biggest companies and programs for their majors (English: creative writing & chemistry for Seokjin, civil & environmental engineering for Namjoon). Seokjin was asked to return this summer to his post as research assistant but declined in order to go to New York. He was only studying chemistry to assuage his parents fears for his writing career, and did genuinely enjoy it. Namjoon was on his own journey and already planning to get his masters or PhD at MIT or Harvard, he wasn’t sure which track he was going to apply for. Regardless, their parents could do nothing but brag about their sons. EJ always received a lengthy report as well, often detailing her sports journey but also bragging about her success at Stanford both in terms of swimming and her journey as an English major. She and Seokjin loved to compare notes, which really meant argue, about their curriculums and very different takes on classic literature.
Your moms on the other hand, had dramatically less to say. Not because Max and you weren’t succeeding, but when you looked at the plethora of activities the Kim children were involved in, it was hard to compare or compete. You were doing great, majoring in accounting and looking to transfer into the 5 year bachelors-masters program, which you could do in the fall since you’d taken over load courses freshman year, and a minor in American Studies which fueled your curiosity. They could write about how Max took his knowledge bowl team to the championships, and they did. But it was always a much briefer letter than the Kim’s.
“It wasn’t announced until end of term,” Seokjin explained.
“Oh, makes sense.”
“What are you looking forward to this summer?” he asked you.
“Everything, apparently summer in New York is it’s own special time of year, and I’m excited to explore it.”
“With me, you forgot that.”
“Why would I be excited to spend time with you?”
“I’m your favorite Kim.”
“You know that’s Taehyung, right?”
“Of my Kim family, I’m your favorite. I know you pretend it’s EJ and you tolerate Joon, but really, when it’s all said and done, I’m the one you’d pick.”
“Pick?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Yep, for anything, anytime.”
You weren’t dreaming, he was flirting with you too, right?
“I don’t think that’s true, at all,” you laughed.
“I think it is.”
“Just because you think something is true doesn’t mean it is, Jinnie. Your reality and mine are totally different.”
“So who was that guy I saw bothering you?” He asked, refering to the finance guy you had written Taehyung about.
“Ethan? He’s in my program. He’s deeply obnoxious and I can’t stand him, but he also got the internship so we’re stuck together.”
“If he gives you any trouble you tell me, and I’ll talk to him.”
“Are you my protector?” You laughed.
“Always,” Jin said, no humor in his voice.
“Fine.”
“How does it feel to be away from the lake for the first time?”
“I usually spend June and July away from Lake Augusta. So it doesn’t really feel that weird to me… ask me in August though, then I’ll be really homesick.”
“My first summer away was brutal. We worked long hours, Chicago summers are so humid… I missed the lake, I missed my family.”
“You missed me the most.”
“You were fine,” he said.
“You missed me so much you pranked me, remember? I have it in writing that you missed me.”
“I do remember, how could I forget?”
You wanted to ask if he was flirting but didn’t dare. That felt like a line that shouldn’t be crossed.
“Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
Seokjin, having used his family credit card to pay the bill, stood and followed you out of the restaurant.
“Shouldn’t I walk you home?” He asked.
“You just got here, you don’t know the city like I do, or even the borough like I do. Let me walk you home and next month, when you’ve figured it out, you can return the favor.”
“Fair is fair,” he said.
“Yeah, I guess,” you shrugged and led him to the subway.
Lake Augusta
“I can’t believe your siblings didn’t come this summer,” Jungkook said as he laid on a floaty in the water, eyes closed and covered by his sunglasses. The lake was shockingly still for the early afternoon. The neighbors and their loud kids and animals weren’t running amuck, slashing and screaming. Instead it was the quiet music Taehyung had playing from the dock, drifting over them with the slow motion of the water.
“They wanted to go to sleep away camp,” Taehyung answered, adjusting himself on his own floatie to allow water to rush under his back before suctioning to his skin. He pulled Jungkook closer so they could talk in softer tones, less likely to carry their secrets across the water or drift towards the other Kim residence which felt and was shockingly empty.
“And miss this?”
“They’ll be here in August,” Taehyung reminded Jungkook. “And then we’ll have zero moments of calm or privacy.”
“What do we need privacy for?” Jungkook asked, staring at Taehyung curiously. He knew why he wanted privacy with Taehyung, the stolen glances at parties, the lingering touches during study sessions… there was something there, and he hoped to explore it, if Taehyung wanted too as well.
“I don’t know,” Taehyung didn’t change his expression, staring absently past Jungkook to see if EJ was off work and coming to join them.
“When’s Jimin coming?” Jungkook asked.
“End of July.”
“Are they going to lose their mind that I’m taking Y/N’s job?”
“I think Clara will try to sleep with you, and Alicia will too.”
“I’d love to see them try,” Jungkook laughed.
“They’ll probably spend the first two months trying to pronounce your name and at every opportunity ask you to say it really slowly.”
“They’re hypersexual?” Jungkook said piecing it together.
“When it comes to you and me? Yeah. Last summer Clara had a boyfriend, I think they’re still together but it’s hard to keep track of her relationships. Everyone here dates incessantly.”
“So, they fetishize you and you don’t say anything?”
“I –
Taehyung hadn’t processed it enough to get to that conclusion but fuck if Jungkook wasn’t right.
“I guess, yeah. They do and I didn’t realize.”
“Do they do that to the other Kim’s?”
“Probably more so, they’re much more social than I am, and have been here forever. I should ask when they come up.”
“You think they’d tell you?”
“Of course, EJ’s my best friend.”
“Is she?”
“Kim! Kim Taehyung!” A voice came yelling from across the water. Opening his eyes and turning to it, a grin crawled its way onto Taehyung’s face.
He glanced at Jungkook and winked, a quieter way of say “I told you so”.
“Swim over!” He yelled back to EJ, who stood on the dock in her swimsuit, hair carefully threaded into a French braid. Despite the ache in her shoulders, she nodded her head before speaking.
“You gonna time me?”
“No, but I can if you’re really desperate for competition,” Taehyung remarked.
“Fuck off,” EJ said before covering her mouth, hating that she swore so loudly and so publicly.
“Come on, Jungkook’s dying to meet you.”
EJ didn’t need any more encouragement and slipped into the water. Swimming competitively left very little time for her to do other things. Even now, she was working at Pirate’s Treasure Chest, and swimming for two hours a day along with weightlifting and general cardio. She’s spent, exhausted and yet won’t hesitate to hop in the lake and swim the arguably small distance between her dock and Taehyung’s. She does it quickly, popping up at Jungkook’s chest and laughing.
“EJ,” she said, extending her hand.
“Jungkook.”
EJ stared at them, trying to understand if she was seeing what she thought, because the way Taehyung looked at Jungkook was the exact way he looked at you, and she knew no one else had garnered that kind of a response from Taehyung, ever.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she offered. “We’re much better as a trio than duo.”
“That’s because you have so many wrong opinions, it can be hard to do anything,” Taehyung teased.
“Shut up, you’re just sad that Y/N isn’t here to ogle at and have sex with.”
“Shut up!” Taehyung splashed her, hard.
“You’re an ass,” EJ said dipping back into the water. She disappeared for a millisecond before pulling Taehyung’s floatation device out from under him, allowing him to fall straight into the lake.
“So rude!” he yelled, coming up for air and making sure his sunglasses hadn’t floated away. He swam to the dock and set them down.
“I’m rude?” EJ asked, astonished.
“I see why you guys need a third person,” Jungkook laughed.
“Yeah, Y/N usually keeps the peace.”
“We can try to be peaceful, it probably won’t work, but we can try,” she said.
“A compromise? I didn’t know that was possible with you.”
“Jungkook is he like this at school?”
“Impossible?” Jungkook asked.
“Yes, difficult to a fault. Insolent.”
“Wow, that’s a big word.”
EJ splashed him again. “I go to Stanford, dumb ass.”
“You’re a swimmer, right?” Jungkook said, trying to segue the conversation into something more productive than the insults he knew Taehyung could hurl at EJ.
“I am.”
“What’s it like being a collegiate athlete?” Jungkook asked her.
EJ stared at him, not expecting him to ask a thoughtful question while she tread lake water. It wasn’t that she thought Jungkook was an idiot, Taehyung made the habit of hanging out around intelligent people, it just wasn’t a question anyone had asked her before. They’d asked if she liked swimming, if she liked Palo Alto, or Stanford in general, but no one, besides you, had asked her what her actual experience was like.
“It’s really fucking hard,” she answered.
“Is it?” Taehyung was surprised. Hadn’t they texted nearly every day, done group facetimes and calls? Why didn’t he know this?
“Yeah, it’s so much physical work, and on top of the mental exercises of college, I’m burned out all the time. My mind and body are drained.”
“Are other athletes experiencing that too?” Jungkook questioned.
“Yes, I think so. I could pick a different major, but you don’t go to Stanford to study something easy… you go to learn and get an excellent education. Plus, my parents would kill me if I didn’t amount to whatever the twins are doing.”
“Twins?”
“My brothers, Seokjin and Namjoon. They’re accomplished in their own right, which is simply obnoxious.”
“Where do they go?”
“Northwestern and shockingly, Northeastern.”
“And they’re twins?” Jungkook laughed.
“Yep, can’t ever be too far apart so they went to universities with nearly identical names,” EJ said.
“Seokjin’s in New York with Y/N this summer,” Taehyung explained. “He’s got some late-night internship.”
“Yeah, and Joon is in Boston working on some engineering project. Honestly, he talks and it goes in one ear, out the other.”
“Are they identical?”
“No, fraternal. Jin is like…. KPop beautiful. And Namjoon is too but he’s like,”
“Taylor Lautner, Eclipse hot,” Taehyung said. “I’ll show you pics later.”
“They’re both really intelligent, and bold personalities. I’m sure you’ll hear gossip behind the mall.”
“The mall?” Jungkook asked.
“The mall is what we call all the shops in town, and you meet behind it before work to talk or gossip. Sometimes people hook up, or fool around before closing time. It’s the second-best place for gossip,” EJ explained.
“First is Pirate’s Treasure Chest, the put-put course EJ works at. Third is Gunner’s, the golf course.”
“If you’re lucky, you get friends that work at all three. The Confectioner’s Corner has some gossip, especially in ice cream, but it lucks out because the picnic tables where the gossiping happens is right behind it. So it ranks as number four.”
“The fifth best place for gossip,” Taehyung glanced at EJ to confirm. “Is Coral Mist.”
“Coral Mist?”
“The resort. The owners are huge gossips, so everything that goes down there is full of drama.”
“Before they went to college, Seokjin and Namjoon worked at Gunner’s, which meant we had three of the best gossip places covered. Now we’ve only got two,” EJ said.
“Oh, so you’ve gone from a triangle to a line?” Jungkook summarized.
“Exactly,” Taehyung said and winked at him quickly.
“When are your parents showing up?” EJ asked turning to Taehyung.
“Day after tomorrow, just my dad,” Taehyung said, though he was pretty certain he’d told her that time and time again. His siblings were going to sleep away camp, and sleep away camp was closer to the house than the cabin so his parents were alternating weeks that they were staying up with him. Why they needed to stay with him, he didn’t know. He’s in college, he’s technically an adult…. So why the oversight? He didn’t know, but he didn’t mind 1-1 time with his parents. He missed them so much at college. He missed his sister and brother, too, but they were old enough to pursue their own interests outside of Lake Augusta. If he was honest, he didn’t like the prospect of them getting caught up in the cesspool of drama that befell the town every summer.
“Better make the most of it,” she said, glancing not too covertly between the two men. Jungkook, with eyes covered by his sunglasses, was unreadable. But Taehyung? EJ’s known him long enough to know that he was mad blushing.
Taehyung wasn’t sure how to answer her, so he turned to stare at the boats speeding past and causing a disruption to the water they were swimming in.
“I’m hungry,” Jungkook declared.
“Same,” Taehyung agreed.
“Okay losers, go eat,” EJ turned around and began to swim back to her dock. “But text me later, we can watch a movie and make smores.”
Manhattan
To: Y/[email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: August
Tae –
I don’t know that I’ll be able to get away for August…. Things are picking up here, and I’m busier than ever. I want to, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it home and to the lake before I have to be back for my job and the new quarter…. I want to, you know I do… but we might just miss each other this summer. Even writing it has me crying, and Seokjin will definitely make fun of me for having puffy eyes. He’s been hanging out with me…. A lot. An overwhelmingly large amount of time. I don’t know what it means, but I can’t tell EJ. I think… I think I might … like it?
Oh my god this is why I shouldn’t have ever learned about ellipses. I over use them. Fuck.
Okay sorry if that was a bombshell… but I don’t know what to do?
Yours,
Y/N
From: Y/[email protected]
Subject: Re: August
Y/N,
Don’t say you won’t come home… please don’t. Don’t do that to me… that’s torturous. I can’t…. a summer apart? I wasn’t ready for that.
I don’t think it’s weird that Seokjin is expressing himself, he’s clearly had a crush on you for years. Isn’t that what happens in The Summer I Turned Pretty? Or have you moved on past that fantasy? If you like him… like him… and if it becomes something, tell EJ. I brought a friend to the lake and… I don’t think it’s casual. But I haven’t made a move, and he hasn’t either. Is it weird to have something with someone at the lake that isn’t you? This has always been our place…
Yours,
Taehyung
To: Y/[email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: August
Tae –
I know it’s fucking Jungkook you already told me you were bringing him. You want to be more than friends? Will you make a move?
Yours,
To: Y/[email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: August
Y/N,
Sometimes I forget that we write each other almost daily… yes Jungkook. And you’re about three weeks too late… we’ve kissed… and maybe more.
Lake Augusta
Taehyung rolled over and found the bare back of Jungkook staring back at him. His mom had gone home the night before, and now that his parents were gone Jungkook could go back to sleeping in Taehyung’s full sized bed with him. He smiled at the expanse of skin, and wrapped his arm around Jungkook’s waist.
“Go back to sleep,” Jungkook murmured as he pushed back into Taehyung’s embrace.
“Okay.”
“Wait,” Jungkook turned around, eyes blinking slowly.
“Hm?” Taehyung’s voice was still coated in sleep.
“Kiss,” Jungkook said, and he leaned his lips down to meet Taehyung’s. It started as brief, a gentle kiss before falling back to sleep… but the path to hell is paved with good intentions, and soon Taehyung’s bottom lip was pulled between Jungkook’s teeth, and his hands were tugging Jungkook’s pajama pants down.
“Are you sure?” Jungkook asked as his hips involuntarily bucked into Taehyung’s hand.
“Yeah, are you?”
“I want to feel you,” Jungkook growled. “Want to be with you.”
Taehyung had discovered, this summer really, that he loved morning sex. He loved morning sex when it was with Jungkook, or frankly you if you’d ever gotten that far. But morning sex with Jungkook was becoming special. It never felt the same, not because they were young and adventurous (they were), but every morning they engaged in such activities, it always felt new. Every time Jungkook plunged himself into Taehyung, or Taehyung into Jungkook, it was like they’d never experienced each other before. At first it had been fumbling and awkward, the typical pitfalls of losing virginity with someone you really didn’t want to mess up with. It was messy too, which made a lot of sense for two boys, turned men, who had only read things online and not from experience. It got better, oh it got so much better, the third time, and the time after that…. They learned that Jungkook loved having his hair tugged and his nipples toyed with, while Taehyung enjoyed being mercilessly teased and edged, brought to the brink and not allowed to climax. He liked when Jungkook pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, how Jungkook could easily change the pace of his thrusts to bring out different desires from Taehyung. Unlike when he had slept with you last summer, the handful of times it had happened, he and Jungkook had more time to explore one another. More time to be together without parents or siblings potentially walking in… and they used that time to their advantage.
Jungkook spread his legs and waited patiently for Taehyung to slip a condom on over his hard cock, his own desire growing as he stared at his naked … boyfriend? Friend with benefits? He ran a hand through his hair before stroking his own hardened member to keep the thought of labels out of his mind.
“You’re staring,” Taehyung said as he lowered himself onto his elbows, lips finding purchase just under Jungkook’s ear.
“Am I?”
“Yeah, aggressively.”
“I like looking at you,” Jungkook groaned as Taehyung’s free hand traced ghostly shapes across his chest. He moaned loudly as he felt lips tracing down the column of his throat, teeth nipping at the skin as two fingers pinched his left nipple. “Tae.”
“What?” Taehyung had a cheshire smirk on his lips.
“Tease me more and I’ll flip you over and -
“And?” Taehyung said, hand slipping down Jungkook’s body to gently stroke his throbbing dick. “God you’re hard.”
“Tae,” Jungkook whined.
“What?”
“I want you.”
“How do you want me?” Taehyung asked.
“Slow, want to feel every part of you,” Jungkook answered, a whine leaving his lips as Taehyung continued to stroke him.
“Okay baby,” Taehyung slipped between Jungkook’s thighs, lips finding his lovers greedily. Finding his spot within Jungkook wasn’t too difficult, and he slipped in as slowly as he possibly could, desperate to bury himself to the hilt in Jungkook.
“Just like this?” Taehyung muttered, torturously thrusting in and out, savoring the tight embrace of Jungkook.
“Fuck,” Jungkook said through a slew of moans. His hands reached into Taehyung’s hair, pulling his lips down in a heated kiss. His moans got lost, so did Taehyung’s pace as they continued making love. Is it love when it’s two guys who are clearly into each other, but haven’t defined their relationship yet? It’s certainly more than sex… but love? Sure Taehyung loved Jungkook as a friend, but as more? Wasn’t love an emotion he had saved for you, and you alone?
“Tae,” Jungkook moaned loudly, pulling Taehyung back to the moment at hand.
“Hm?”
“You feel so good,” Jungkook said, and he smiled before dipping his head and licking Taehyung’s collarbones.
“Do that again,” Taehyung requested as his own hips stuttered, the joy and ecstasy of the simple gesture not lost on him. He loved how Jungkook’s tongue felt on his skin, across any expanse of flesh really. Whether it was trailing up his thigh, teasing his tip or drawing abstract shapes down his torso… the feeling of Jungkook’s tongue was titillating and gave him an insatiable want. All he wanted was Jungkook, all the time.
“So I was thinking,” Taehyung said the following day as he and Jungkook sat behind the mall, eating candies they’d purchased before their shift started.
“Yeah?” Jungkook asked sucking down a sour gummy worm. Taehyung watched the way his lips puckered over the candy, the want brewing in his gut as he stared.
“Are you my boyfriend?”
“Am I your, boyfriend?” Jungkook asked, repeating the question.
“Yes, are you.”
Jungkook tied the bag of candy. “Do you want me to be?”
“That’s why I’m asking,” Taehyung said. He glanced up and saw Clara walking towards them, having finished her shift and wanting to either hear their gossip or spread her own.
“Can we talk about this when the queen of town isn’t walking towards us?” Jungkook asked.
“Yes, think about it.”
Taehyung stood from the picnic table and after saying hello to Clara, disappeared inside The Confectioners Corner.
“You know you’d be super-hot with tattoos, or like a lip ring,” Clara said as she sat across from Jungkook.
“I would?” He asked.
“Yeah, and like, blonde hair would be super startling with your features. You should think about it.”
“Okay,” Jungkook laughed. “What about you, getting inked any time soon?”
“Oh my god, I would never. Some people look good with tattoos, some people don’t. I don’t think I would.”
“I think you could rock it if you got the right one,” he told her.
“What would be the wrong one?”
“A Harry Potter symbol on your wrist, for sure.”
“I’m a Hufflepuff,” she declared.
Jungkook wanted to laugh again but knew it would be rude. “Or like, a butterfly on your lower back. Pick something classy, not something tacky.”
“An infinity symbol on the inside of my finger!”
“Sure,” Jungkook smiled, realizing this was as deep as a conversation with Clara would ever go. “If that will make you happy.”
Manhattan
Sitting on the fire escape, Seokjin couldn’t help but notice the way the summer evening light cast a beautiful glow across your features. He didn’t mean to stare, but he couldn’t help it. You’d been spending a lot of time together, time that you would never be able to replicate. 1-1, no interruptions, and it had begun further fucking with his head. He knew you were his sister’s best friend, and practically his second sister, but the way you’d started looking at him over the last few weeks… the fact that he was leaving for Lake Augusta so soon and you were staying here for another two before going home briefly before school… it was toying with his heart so much more than he thought it would, or should.
“You’re staring,” you said, turning your head to catch him in the act. The light hit his features beautifully too, casting a sun soaked glow across them, he looked angelic and god-like in the setting sun of 9pm on a summer eve.
“Sorry,” he said, not wavering.
“Why?” You asked.
“Why?”
“Why are you staring at me?” You clarified.
“You’re beautiful,” Seokjin answered.
“Oh,” you weren’t sure how to take the compliment, because he’d been hinting at feelings for most of the summer, and you too, had done your equal share of flirting back. Taehyung was making out and probably sleeping with Jungkook, you were allowed to not have your heart tied to his. He wasn’t your boyfriend; he was just your first.
“Can I, can I kiss you?” Seokjin asked, barely above a whisper.
Your eyes went wide as you stared at him, not suspecting that he was going to ask such a bold fucking question, but also surprised that you weren’t repulsed by the idea. On the countrary, it excited you.
“I – yeah?” You said, unsure of your own answer.
Seokjin took your response and cupped your cheek within his palm before lowering his lips to yours. His kiss was soft, delicate as he waited for you to decide if you were going to participate in the act as well. It took your brain a moment to catch up, but when it did you kissed him back, hard. You could tell it caught him by surprise by how his posture changed, reacting to your decisiveness. He kissed back and pulled away when his lungs began to burn.
“Oh shit,” you muttered, realizing the gravity of what you’d just done.
“Yeah, fuck.”
Next: August V
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Hi I’d love to participate in your game!
What makes me feel alive is connecting with nature and feeling the earths frequency. It makes me feel as though I am apart of something bigger than my physical self.
Emoji that describes me: 🍵
The reason I probably don’t reblog or like all PAC is due to it not resonating as fully as I would like so I just don’t feel super attached to it.
Initials: LAO
Sun sign: ♐️
Password: set me free
Thank you! 💕
Hello there! Thank you for participating @laur1221. They may not be resonated right now but there's a high chances in the future. Or if not, those topics may not be the right time for you to unlocked the messages or you may not be the part of those general people whom I read, otherwise it's totally fine since there's a lot of meanings behind it. I just wanted to know the opinion of my followers. Have you read all of the rules or you just casually skip it? I'm really hesitant if i will still answering this ask though because you seems didn't follow the rules but you follow the overall format. Aside all of that, I think you may need this reading that's why I answering it. I also wonder why you still participated with my game even though my pacs doesn't resonates with you at all? Isn't that means my readings wasn't made for you? Ahh, maybe you just out of curiosity👍🏻.
How does LAO's past life affect their current life?
So far with all of the people whom I read here, you are the only person that have a heavy cards spread tbh. You have a VERY negative pattern past life. You still carrying out the frights, traumas and deep-seated fears from your past life, you always have a negative feelings. About how you can heal of this, you can work with a therapist or even listening to regression audio since it can help you to release this old negativities and as well heal this old and toxic energies. You can assess and heal these issues. You were also more fond of astronomy and astrology rather than tarot or oracle readings. One of your love to do, up until then and now is stargazing. You were also an obedient individual, you follow the rules that your parents and teachers giving to you this is because you have encountered intimidating authority figures in your past. It's normal to be intimated with those authorities and powerful individuals. The fears of standing up for yourself and being pressure between wether you follow what's they're saying to you or standing up for your rights. This makes me sad somehow, because I can somehow relate with this part.
There's a high possibility there's someone in your current life is pressuring you so much and please don't be mad about me since this seems like a mother or a mother figure for you(Authorities card, followed by THP). I also mean you were close to each other but the relationship feels really distant, it seems like you can talk to them but you can't share your plans, goals and secrets to them. Or if not, you may have a conscious sense of having higher spiritual knowledge, you may have a divine mission of healing, teaching and helping the world and others. It can also means that you have insecurities with your spiritual abilities or if not, you have this fears about other people knowing your beliefs. Right now, you are still progressing, healing and completing your self-esteem and self-love.
Hope this make sense, Danise.
#꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ danise event games giveaways#૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡#thank you so much!#༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ the stars knows the answer ✧ . ˚#! ☆ past life game reading.
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Question for all including map bot:do you all have ages gust wondering 💭 and sun so happens that someone called you a nerd so what happened to them and moon what was your reaction to that
Freddy: Of course we have ages! It actually changes on which question you ask! We don't have a specific mental age other than it being coded that we are adults, but our physical age depends on certain factors.
For me and Chica, our specific code has been around for about 10 years, though we believe our AI advanced to have a conscious state around 8 or 9 years ago. However, we have only been Glamrocks for 6 years! So depending on your definition of age, we could be 10, 9, 8, or 6 years old physically! But remember, we are robots so our mental and coded ages are much different from humans!
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Roxy: It's rude to ask ladies their age!
Chica: Oh come on Roxy, they are just curious! Besides, it's different for robots! :3
Roxy: I... I guess...
Chica: Me and Freddy are the oldest at 10 years old, we've been Glamrocks for like, 6 of those years though! *nudges Roxy* Your turn!
Roxy: ....I'm.... *mumbles*
Chica: Come on Roxy, no one will make fun of you! I promise! And if they do, I'll beat them up haha!
Roxy: *rolls eyes* No you won't. But... thanks. Uh, well. I'm actually the youngest... at 3 years old....
Chica: And there's nothing wrong with being the youngest! Moon made sure Monty wouldn't make fun of you again, and this time I'LL make sure no one makes fun of you for being the youngest! *hugs Roxy*
Roxy: 0////////0 Th-thanks!
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Monty: Well, let's see. *swings golf club* damn.... I started the era of the Glamrocks... and that was like... what? 7? Year ago?
Mapbot: *holding bag of golf clubs* 6 years ago is the start of the Glamrocks. Same time STAFF bots were added to the Pizzaplex. The ball is not within bounds.
Monty: I KNOW THAT! I didn't MEAN to hit it that hard! You gave me the wrong club!
Mapbot: I am just equipped with the item. I have not used it.
Monty: Whatever! *takes a different club* But uh yea, me and Mapbot are 6 years old apparently. *goes back to golfing*
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DJMM: Oh, I'm 8 years old! Almost coming up to a decade! Pretty sure that's when my warranty expires... If it hasn't already... I did get that new upgrade last year, so maybe they extended it, hmmm. Oh sorry about that! Just thinking out loud now!
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Moon: "Pfffft! Someone called you a nerd? Hah! I must have been asleep for that!"
Sun: It wasn't funny! And they got put in the timeout corner for the correct amount of time then went off to do whatever else it is they wanted to do. As for ages, Moon will answer since he's better at the whole keeping track of us stuff! *turns light off*
Moon: I still can't believe someone called you a nerd, you nerd hehehe.
Sun: "Hey! >:("
Moon: Okay okay, I'm answering the question now. Hehe. Well, you see, it depends. Are you asking how old we are at the Pizzaplex? In this specific body? When we were first ever made? Active time? There's a LOT of answers that can even vary between the two of us.
Generally, we've been working at the Pizzaplex for a total of 8 years. About active 2 years in the old Daycare, about 2 years inactive while the indoor Daycare was being built, and then we just passed or are going on 4 active years in this new body and Daycare. Though, I was only active for about 3 of those 4 years. So by technicality, Sun's been active for 6 years and I've been active for 5 years here. Probably close to 6 though.
And by active, I mean working with kids and stuff. That 2 year gap between Daycares we were basically asleep, and the year I've been inactive is just all the time's I've been just hanging out in the back of Sun's head and all that.
Sun: "You made that so complicated."
Moon: I was just being specific. Anyway! Less specific, but other than working at the Pizzaplex, we were technically made 21 years ago. We worked at Fazbear Pizzeria for about 5 years, then had a year break to be refurbished into Playtimes. There we worked for about 5 years as Playtimes until... stuff happened. Then another break of like 2 years before being turned into daycare bots and working for the Pizzaplex. Give or take a few months here and there.
Sun: "Wow, it's really been that long huh?"
Moon: Yup. I tried to stay general because trust me, if I got anymore specific, things would be even more confusing, but I didn't want to just say, 'Yea, we are 21 years old' because that just takes away all we been through. At least that's how I feel I guess...
Sun: "I'm sure they understood fairly well!"
Moon: Hopefully...
#questionnaire#sundrop#moondrop#glamrock freddy#glamrock monty#glamrock chica#glamrock roxanne#djmm#mapbot#noart#asks#sun and moon are old#but also like#i've been WANTING to explain my timeline so badly#i have a whole sheet up!#had to fix some numbers while writing this#but it's all basically set now!#can you tell i put a lot of time into this#lol
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22!!
Gloam, my beloved....
22 - is, of course, chapter 22 of my beloathed 22-chapter fishbowl rescue fic Can I Sleep, and considering it is the last chapter, and still unfinished, it EATS at me.
It is the reminder that now, I must finish fics in totality before I post them.
Regardless, this is supposed to be the last chapter. The Penultimate, if you will. Considering I went on a bender about six chapters back and the story got away from me, it is nothing but Soft and Tender and Strange, in the way that consumes my soul and haunts my conscious mind. All my other wips are the product of my incredible desire to procrastinate on this chapter. THIS chapter! So;
Your excerpt:
“God, saltines,” Hob says, weighing a sleeve of them in his hand. He slaps it onto the kitchen table and tears into the package, offering one to Dream, who accepts it cautiously.
The cracker is salty. And dry. Dream instantly dislikes it, but Hob’s already eaten several of them--inhaled them, really--so Dream swallows around his distaste.
“You’re gonna have to pull the clay out,” Hob says after crunching away at a few more saltines. He’s gotten up and gotten a glass of water for himself and Dream. Hob fortifies himself with a sip now. “I’m an invalid.”
Dream casts his memory back to the few weeks before. He remembers that Hob had put the clay in the closet of the art room. He remembers watching the muscles in Hob’s arm flex as he had moved the heavy boxes.
“I will take care of it,” Dream assures him.
“Thank you.” Hob smiles at him, and it is though the sun has risen for a second time.
Eventually, they meander into the back room, and Dream pulls out the box from the closet and opens it, finding the little sealed packages of clay inside. He hands the brick to Hob, who is sitting at his desk.
Hob slices the package open and cleaves the brick in two with a wire. He hands one chunk to Dream.
Clay is not Dream’s preferred type of formation, but it is a one that he is familiar with. This clay is not the same as the kind he could use in the Dreaming; it is mere mineral but smooth all the same. Dream sits on the floor. He breaks apart the chunk into more moldable pieces, and after a moment Hob joins him.
Dream can feel the clay warming under the ministrations of his fingers, but he hasn’t decided what to make.
Hob also appears lost in thought, and as he kneads clay between his fingers, he asks Dream:
“You haven’t spoken of the basement in a long time. And I haven’t asked. How are you?”
Dream considers. “I am better in your presence,” Dream admits.
This chapter is supposed to end in the New Inn. I have no idea how they are going to get there.
I do, however, know exactly what Dream is going to make.
:)
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