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teaboot · 15 days

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This is gonna sound rather conceited but I feel like it highlights an issue we have in Art.

I'm good at art. I've never had a hard time making art. I started using crayons before I could walk. Painting, Beadwork, sculpture, sketching, stippling, whatever- once I have a feel for the material, it doesn't take long to start doing what I want with it. It's been a common theme my whole life.

(Y contrast I'm awful at things like dancing, performance, sports, etc- in all things there is balance, right?)

Now, I've taught myself to use so many artistic mediums now that I KNOW how to most efficiently integrate them into the brain database. Once you really *understand* a material, it's much like memorizing the layout of your house, or flexing a muscle, or something in-between- it becomes PART of your brain in a way I cant quite articulate. But to get there involves just fucking around for a bit doing nothing in particular.

And I've found, especially in group settings, that nobody seems to be able to see you make something badly and leave you alone. Even if you say you're fine, you don't want help, you're happy, you're having fun, it's fine, they gotta ride your ass and hover.

I was at a class the other day for something I hadn't done before. The medium was one I've never used, so once the instructor told us the basics I started experimenting with weight, gravity, texture, viscosity, saturation, temperature, etc. The instructor had given enough info to know what was dangerous and what was safe, and beyond that I just wanted to absorb what I could about it.

And no insult to the instructor, but they kept checking in. Which was fine the first few times.

But then, without asking me what I was trying to do, started giving tips. That I told them I was grateful for but didn't really need just yet. If I had a question, I'd ask.

But they kept coming over. And touching my shit. And manipulating my project. And touching my hands. And using my tools. Without fucking asking.

And this happens every time. EVERY TIME. And by now I know the best way to get them to fuck off is to make something way beyond their expectations so they know I'm capable, then go back to doing what I want.

So I did. I wanted to keep having fun and learning, but instead I made something beautiful that I really didn't want to make, and wasted my time, and really didn't learn what I wanted to learn at all. I knew the formula to create a beautiful thing, so I followed that formula the same way I have a hundred times before, and didn't get to try anything spontaneous or ugly or exciting, just so I could be left alone.

And I know when I was a kid, I was aware aware people saw me puttering alone on something ugly assumed I had a special issue and treated me like I was stupid because of that. (I was neurodivergent.) And at at time I knew that I could do a neat trick for them like a trained pony and they'd go, "Oh, surely they aren't defective if they can do something like that!" And piss off.

But what if I hadn't known how to do that?

What if I hadn't been talented, or "special"?

What if I'd been just any other average kid trying to learn, and I couldn't pop something pretty out of my ass to get them off my back?

My problem my whole life has been that I haven't been allowed to make anything ugly in peace. I'm capable of beauty, so I have to make beauty, or get stepped on. And once people see what I can do, they get loud about it. "Look at this! Look what they did! We all know who the best is, don't we?". And that used to feel good, but it's tiring.

And how many people like me just wanted to play? Just wanted to have fun and experiment? Who were having fun with no goal in mind, or just took longer to learn, who gave up because of all the obnoxious helpers breathing down their neck with no way to shake them off?

How many of us are made to feel defective because we aren't doing things beautifully?

I have a lovely piece of art I didn't want to make.

I think I'm gonna frame it.*

(*I think I'm gonna burn it in my yard.)

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schrodinger-swriter · 2 months

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if u havent already can u write hcs for Lucifer w a artist s/o? it’s totally ok if u cant but like imagine him opening up random cabinets to grab something only to see a doodle of him on a sticky note!

or finding drawings and painting of him on your table that you were planning to give him 🫶

Lucifer x Artist!Reader

Once more I hope you guys don't mind me bouncing around in the requests, usually I would answer them in the order they've been sent in but I've just been feeling... off as of late.. I think I might write down everything then close down the inbox until I'm caught up and at least had a day to rest. The mental illness is getting rather up in arms lately..

Moving on! I hope you enjoy, Anon!

You two trade ideas, as creatives. He does seem like he would be into painting as a medium alongside making his ducks. Though, art is more so your thing in comparison to him. He simply doesn't have enough time or energy to put pen to paper; too absorbed in getting the quicker satisfaction that comes from his duck crafts.

He keeps every single doodle you've left around the house, it may seem like a small gesture but the fact that you care enough to leave him notes to remind him how much you love him and reminding him to take care of himself means a lot to him... One day he wants to return the favor, but he just doesn't know how yet exactly.

He gets you the very best materials that he can get, which... is very likely anything that can be thought of. Water colors, oils, acrylics, anything and he'll get it for you. Borrowing from the Writer!Reader post he makes hand crafted things for you every now and then. Handmade sketchbooks and colored pencils, as well as making new paints with you. Finding ways to make the pigments together is nice! It allows you both to spend time together and experiment.

As for the drawings you make to surprise him.. he has to fight himself not to gush to you about how much he loves them. He wants you to still be able to surprise him, so as hard as it is he's going to at least attempt to be quiet about it... for now...

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer imagine #lucifer x you

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cloudi-bunni · 1 year

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Cause I’m a jealous jealous jealous boyyyy

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{how the boy’s will act when jealous}

{all pre-borderlands au btw!}

Tw:possessive behavior, Yandere behavior, manipulation

[Characters;arisu, chishiya, Karube, Banda]

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CHISHIYA:

• wouldn’t get jealous often but when he does it’s hard to tell

• he compares it to looking at window. He watches your interaction as if you were a lab rat. He wants to find one thing about the whole thing and focus on it.

•but don’t be fooled, that’s what he wants you to feel like.

•he does feel the green heavy monster weighing his chest, he just prefers to have you prove yourself to be his even if you aren’t dating

•I mean it’s a given you should know your his…it doesn’t need to be said?

•and if you flirt back he’s going to ignore you for weeks, last time he ignored you for a month straight.

•he hates it but..you made him. Why would you say that to a fucking pathetic parasite, when he was right there?

•”shuntaro why are you ignoring me ? I miss you…did I do something wrong?”

•he will just get up and walk away, as if you were nothing and then out of the blue he’ll start talking to you again.

•You don’t even ask why he ignored you , you’re scared he’ll do it again. You’re just so happy to have him back!

•loves knowing he has this control over you, he can do anything and just like a puppy you’ll come back and sense like nothings wrong.

•no one could control how you feel, how you act No one but him and he wouldn’t have it any other way

ARISU;

•his feelings are to hard to hide

•he compares it to watching someone pour paint over his masterpiece.

•he watches one of your friends shamelessly flirt in front of him.

•he just glared at them as he was Lost in his mind

• “oh you two seem close”

•you go on a rant on you two met, but Arisu wasn’t listening.

•he only payed attention when you just so happened to mention their address.

•his mind started planning

• When they leave he clings to your side, huffing at the thought that they may have been doing the same as well

•he feels like a dog trying to ‘mark’ his scent into your hoodie, letting his cologne ingulf you. He wants to make you his in anyway possible

• “They interrupted our hang out.” “Do you like them more then me?” “This was supposed to be our time”

•he’s only saying how he feels, he didn’t mean to get you worried. But oh when your holding him and apologizing, does he smile.

• after an hour of hanging with you he goes back home.

• He types the persons name and address. Would you look at that they had a criminal record.

• he couldn’t have a criminal get close to you, what if they hurt you?

•Arisu Wouldn’t be able to live with himself if that happened.

•so he did what any good boyfriend would do, he went into their house when he knew they would be there.

•hiding the body wasn’t hard especially not when he’s done this a million times before.

•he comes to your apartment talking about a movie he wanted to watch. With you, he smiles at how you snuggle up to him.

• You look so cute like this so peaceful, you had no idea your new friend was gone.

•when you do find out, he was ready to comfort you. Like he always does, he can’t bare seeing you sad.

•he just wants your eyes on him! And god help anyone who manages to take them off of him.

BANDA;

•wouldn’t call it jealousy, he calls it liking to keep what’s his , his.

•he compares this feeling to playing with his meal.

•he feels the need to prove himself

•usually he wouldn’t care but today was one of his days off, and he wanted to spend it with you. His future partner, he just can’t believe that they want to bother you two on such a day.

•sure you looked good in your outfit, you always did. But the pair of you, come by this cafe often so you talking like you were friends with this person confused him.

•did you know them? Did they know you? Cant you tell they’re flirting with you if you were such good friends? When did you meet them? Was it when he was working? He thought he had you on a leash you told him everything…are you gaining feelings for this insect? No no..he would have known by now.

•he hoped you were just oblivious instead, it made him feel more sane and in control. Yeah you were just unaware.

•” how about another date?”

•…..date? ….another?..he put the puzzles together, and was enraged, at you for ‘betraying his love’ at the person for not getting the hint. And at himself he swore himself this wouldn’t happen again. Not since LAST time.

•he will start to touch you, it’s almost impossible to tell he’s doing it to prove a point.

•he will start to touch your shoulders, letting the touches linger just a bit

•you don’t notice it but the person does

•if the small hints aren’t enough Banda is going to give them the nastiest glare ever

•well what he thinks is a glare, but in reality is just a blank look.

•works in his favor either way. They usually get weirded out, at this point.

•will ask you all about them , what’s their name, where they live, do they live alone etc

• “I just want to get to know your new friend.”

•the next day you come to him crying, the insect died randomly. You couldn’t believe just when you thought your love life was getting somewhere.

•he just wants to make sure your his…

• god help anyone who isn’t able to notice

KARUBE;

•gets jealous often

• compares it to a small noise that won’t stop

• he doesn’t hide what he’s feeling from the person tho

• “what do you want from y/n? Huh? Don’t act like it’s just being friends I see the way you look at y/n!”

•the poor person would stay away from you due to orders from him

•you just assumed it was because they hated you, you cried and cried

•the person started talking to you in private, still wanting to peruse this relationship with you

•the thrill of being secretive made you feel all giddy inside, always sneaking out to see them at night.

•the two of you would joke around, go from place to place, flirt

•you didn’t know that karube saw it all

•he knew exactly what time you came out to see them and knew exactly where you two would meet up

•he just watched , never doing anything. He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to come out and punch them but he didn’t want to frighten you

•that was until one day when they kissed you, oh was he pissed seething when he watched it happen.

•he went home throwing everything upside down, his apartment looking like a child has been home by themselves for a day

•he calls you the day after, wanting to hang out with you knowing you and your friend don’t hang out on this day.

•he grabs you phone when you go to another room

•he finds your friends contact and quickly types “hey are you free today it’s totally fine if not! :>” he thought it was adorablhow the way you texted was so predictable. Made it easier for him to act like you

•”sure! same time?” he quickly sent a yes, deleting the messages he waits until night when he finally bid goodbye to you

•making his way to a small cafe, and he gets in an alleyway seeing your little friend there

•karube can’t help but smile at the thought of finally getting rid of the thorn

•the thorns face morph from a happy one to one that looks terrified. Karube cant enough of that face ,

•“I told ya to stay away but you didn’t listen did ya? Just had to get close to my y/n..Don’t blame me for what’s about to happen I warned you”

•he only really has one rule! Don’t touch what’s his

#alice in boderland x reader #chishiya x reader #arisu x reader #banda sunato x reader #karube x reader #yandere #jealousy #manipulation #HOTBOYSBEINGJELLY #ilykarube

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onskepa · 11 months

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Heyy!! I have been looking FOR ANYONE WHO HAVE THEIR REQUESTS OPEN CAUSE I AM DYING FOR NETEYAM/LO'AK AND HUMAN READER SOOOO

What if!! The reader (fem!human) is kinda close to spider and they playfight a lot but no feelings just sibling vibes BUT NETEYAM/LO'AK (you can do both or choose whoever you want it's up to you) begin to feel kind of jealous of their closeness and be insecure cause hey think the reader would choose spider over them cause spider is human like her you feel me.

No pressure at all if you don't like this idea. THANK YOU🤍🤍

Hellooooooooooo!! So I have decided to do both! I hope it is to your liking!

General headcanon of _____

Like miles who is nicknamed spider, reader has a nick name called "ninja" due to her just popping up out of nowhere and be deadly silent about it.

A bit of a tom boy but has a femininity side.

Prefers sour over sweet.

Much like spider, ninja would paint her body with blue stripes to fit in with the Na'vi as much as she can.

Enjoys hunting and making traps.

Spider and ninja are the first humans to be born on pandora.

Rather call themselves na'vi and not pandorans.

Fmokx

Neteyam Route!

Being the son of Olo'eyktan aka, Toruk Makto, Neteyam Definitely has some level of confidence and insecurities.

Yes he is confident in his hunting skills and fighting skills, he is good and he knows it.

but one thing he is insecure about, its friendship. He doesn't have many friends since he tends to be busy, and the only times he does enjoy some time off, is when he is watching over his siblings doing who knows what.

Kiri introduced two special humans when they were smaller. Spider, and ninja. They were 4 months apart in age.

spider and ninja were the best play mates to have. Always making up games, tugging, tackling, even ninja who is a girl can stand her ground pretty well.

More often than not would neteyam be slightly creeped out about ninja, having the habit to just pop out and throw him off guard.

However, with time and playing together, ninja and neteyam have gotten to know each other. And it was like that for a good amount of years.

Until they all became teens.

Neteyam began to view girls in a different light. He would appreciate beauty and if he feels extra, would complement a girl.

But for ninja on the other hand. He finds it difficult to say anything to her at all.

Ninja is confident in her skills and more than not, compete with spider on who is the best.

In fact, ninja and spider spend a lot of time together, even with they are not with the sully siblings. They would hunt together, play together, rough house around, all that.

Neteyam began to think that spider and ninja have something going on. Making him feel a bit...unsure of himself.

He wants to get closer to ninja but cant seem to find it in him to ask her or take a moment of her time.

Makes sense that spider and ninja are close since they are the only humans of their age. But it hurts to think that one day they be mates or possibly-

"HEY NETEYAM! I WANNA TELL YOU SOMETHING!!"

Maybe there is a chance after all.

Lo'ak's route!

Lo'ak was proud to say, he is the jokester of the family.

More than happy to bring laughter to his parents and siblings. Not ashamed to be in trouble, and whatever shit he did, he would do it again.

But the thing he likes, he that he isn't alone when pulling pranks or causing mischief.

He partner in crimes? Spider and ninja!

Despite being the butt of the joke, lo'ak time to time would feel insecure because of his human features, and would often go with kiri with play with their human friends.

Spider and ninja are his closest friends and treasures them both close to his heart.

But as time goes in, and when his father is having lo'ak take his training more serious, he is often no able to play or mess around with his friends. Leaving spider and ninja to spend alone time.

It would make sense, they grew up together and live together in the human base.

However, as time goes on, lo'ak would specifically miss hanging out with ninja. He liked how he didn't need to call out for her name. Ninja would just show up.

But, when he sees ninja and spider together, a bit of jealousy would grow in him. Wishing that he was fully human so he can be a lot closer to ninja.

To him, its only natural spider and ninja would be together, and be as one when they become adults. Something he fears to witness.

"LO'AK! COME HERE! I WANNA SHOW YOU SOMETHING!"

Whenever ninja calls for him, it makes his heart flutter.

Fmokx = Envy, jealousy

I hope it is to your liking! I put my best in this one!

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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hiii!! can u do chuuya x reader who likes painting? fem reader or gn i dont mind! 🫶🏾

!Chuuya With An S/O Who Likes To Paint!

Scenario:- hcs of chuuya with an s/o who loves painting!

Pairing:- chuuya x gn!reader

Genre:- fluff

Type:-headcanons

A/N:-HI ANON AND THANK YOU FOE THE REQUEST!ik its late but I hope you like it!pls feel free to lmk your thoughts on it!

I feel like chuuya definitely appreciates the arts,so if you liked painting he’d totally be supportive!

As a hobby or even if you wanted to do it professionally,he wants you to follow your dream and be happy

I feel like he’d be the perfect reference for like poses and things,if that makes sense????? Like his figure and stature just seem perfect in that way for me!

Wouldn’t mind bein your reference tbh.he loves your art anyway and him bein able to be that much of an integral part in it would probably make him smile internally!

Yall go on lil days out to buy supplies and even he takes a look around the place and falls in just as much love with it as you do(was it because the place elicited so much joy from you that it brightened the entire city???? Maybe~)

If there are lil tools and stuff he wants to know the use of he’ll just ask you straight away.

Eventually you get him to agree to try it!

So that day you pick out an extra canvas or water colour pad and some paints,brushed and the whole shebang for him and you go home with everything gathered in your arms!

I feel like chuuya is definitely a doodler so he starts with that,just doodling on maybe a watercolour pad and painting it in.

Baby steps ofc.

Vent painting sessions!

Like when the both of you cant sleep or are feeling particularly stressed,you’ll go over to your supplies and paint out your feelings!

This is one of the only times he manages to outdo you!

We all know chuuya’s expressive,and he kinda basically wears his heart on his sleeve,in a sense; so naturally, he was great at expressing his emotions.

The colours on his canvas blended perfectly and the aggressive strokes just added to the effect!

He’d effectively depicted his feelings before you, and the result was just as beautiful as he was~

Wine and painting

Like on calmer nights yall just grab ur paints and he pours out glasses of wine for you both(IF YOU ARENT AT THE LEGAL DRINKIN AGE IN YOUR COUNTRY, YOU GET A MOCKTAIL OR NON ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE)

Its a great way to unwind and let loose tbh,maybe you’ll even have some music playing in the background to suit your mood.

Your shared apartment has paintings EVERYWHERE

Like all over the walls,in the toilet , and honestly anywhere it could be displayed tbh!

You make sure to hang his ones up aswell ,and in places where they’ll be completely visible too!

Okay no but like,imagine him in a loose white shirt and his hair in a messy bun???his sleeves rolled up and paint just all over his arms and some on his clothes and face???? And he doesnt even knoe because he’s so concentrated on what he’s doing????

(GODDAMIT WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF NOW I CANT STOP IMAGINING HIM LIKE THAT!)

Painting and personalising plain clothes and tee shirts for eachother!

Oh and havin your own specific clothes for painting sometimes? Like these clothes have random paint splotches on em and stuff!

OH IMAGINE like chuuya gets late to come home or hes on long mission and since you miss him a little you wear his shirt and start painting (if you’re bigger than him,then you wear it as like an overshirt or tie it around your waist{honestly anything to make it feel like hes there})

And then he walks in the door and you go up to hug and welcome him

He notices its his shirt and smirks before leaning into kiss you saying, “Missed me that much huh?”

Ooh little paint fights would be ADORABLE like you put a dot of paint on his cheek and he then puts one on you and it goes back and worth until you’re both just a laughing mess on the floor.

Honestly chuuya with a reader who paints has now blessed my mind so thank you anon!

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Tagging: @kajiyashikiazeru

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freddiemercurylegendabovelegends · 3 months

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Today, on 8th February, 1976 - Queen Story!

New York, NY, USA, Beacon Theater

'A Night At The Opera Tour'

🔸Freddie Mercury was taking tea on the 47th floor of his New York hotel. In his suite. The Royal suite, of course. It was the morning after yet another triumph for Queen - that brilliant and highly original British rock band built around the outrageous ideas and stage presence of the exotic Mr.

Mercury. They had played their fourth concert in as many nights at the battered but fashionable Beacon Theatre, and wvith an album and a single in the American charts, they were riding high.

Warm tea was permitted to slide down Mr. Mercury's regal throat as he prodded gingerly at some nasty looking bruises on the side of his neck.

He explained, My very promising pop career nearly came to an untimely end last night. Two young girls outside the theatre decided to claim my scarf as a souvenir. They quite forgot that it was wrapped around my neck at the time, and they very nearly strangled me. I'm sure Her Majesty doesn't have to put up with this sort of thing. But then, she doesn't have anything in the charts at the moment does she?"

He is a wicked man, Mr. Mercury.

He is also everything that a rock idol is supposed to be, and New York has been quick to recognise this. Like Mick Jagger, Freddie has off-beat good looks. Jagger has those pneumatic lips, and Freddie has the most out- spoken set of teeth ever to have found their way on to a pop fan's wall. He also enjoys the lifestyle of a true superstar - he lives out our fantasies for us far more effectively than we could ever manage to do for our- selves. Even if we had his kind of money.

His dress sense is sensational. He seldom looks less than spectacular, and he is not the sort of chap who believes in going unnoticed. Satin is his favourite fabric, with silk coming a close second. And he loves those loose, floppy, Japanese-style jackets.

But as he is quick to point out, There is a quiet side to me too, you know.

My home life is very civilised, and I hardly ever dress up to watch the tele- vision. Unless I am watching a Royal occasion of course. Then, my dear, it's on with the tiara and the emine ..

the LOT!

But Freddie felt there were better things to do in the city of New York than sit around sipping tea and discussing sartorial matters. He in- vited photographer Terry 0ʻNeill and me to join him on a shopping expedition, and it seemed a reason- able idea. Freddie was his casual self in short fur coat, white satin slacks, white clogs and silver snake bracelet.

The problems we encountered were little ones. Like young girls sobbing softly outside the door of a shoe shop while Freddie sought some- thing for the regal feet inside. And then there was the confusion of the young lady in Bloomingdale's depart- ment store who began to give Freddie a free manicure, only to discover that the nails on his left hand were already painted with black lacquer.

Freddie said, I love America. But l cant imagine ever coming here to live.

Our music is successful over here because it is so distinctively English.

We must keep it that way. I have just bought a new house in London, and an enormous car that looks like a boat on wheels. I could never leave all that.

And I have far too much fun ever to worry about a silly little thing like tax.

I know l'm terribly extravagant.

I always have been. My life these days is one perpetual spending spree. So I suppose l am the sort of person who needs to find ways of reducing tax.

But it's all such a bore. Why don't you buy a pair of these beautiful glitter shoes? They 're outrageous. And they 're cheap. And they re much more interesting than tax, don't you think?

I did think so. But I decided against buying the lurid footwear. You have to be a star to wear shoes like that.

Somebody rather like Freddie Mercury, in fact.

#1976 #a night at tbe opera album #a night at the opera tour #freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor #new york #usa

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jack-of-all-trades-21 · 4 months

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My brain came up with a very specific thing for Chishiya (which, beware, is my interpretation of his character), that kind of reminds me of something I've written before but this takes a very different route and also has a different format:

So my thought initiates from the idea that Chishiya definitely can be or become emotional, even if we might have not seen him much like it (or at all).

Since we share the same mbti I am kind off basing my things off of that, but it is also extremely humane to show bursts of emotions.

In short, he can for sure become frustrated when the moment calls for it.

When this happens, Chishiya might think that the universe is pulling his decisions and not him, like it is some sort of role he has to play because it fits the scene.

I think as an intj we are often watchers; Chishiya enjoys watching (much like we see him do during games in the show) and hopes not having to interfere with everyone's true nature. This is simply the most interesting and entertaining thing for him. So when he loses his temper or feels tears well up in his eyes he still feels like he is watching, whilst his body is driven by thing he "can't" control.

So I'm imagining a situation like the following: Chishiya is put into a spades game, and a difficult one at that. Normally he goes into games open-minded, though for this one he did not mentally prepare. Maybe it is due to his energy levels of that day or just his particular wish to do a diamonds or hearts game, but he really was not looking forward to an extreme physical challenge.

Additionally, and this is more for fun in my head, he is wearing his favorite white vest. This because he had a feeling beforehand it was not going to be an exhausting night, yet here he was proven wrong. He does not even acknowledge that this was a feeling; maybe too stubborn to admit that he was using his heart and not his head for once.

Then, it rips. His crisp hoodie is sure to not make it out this game alive. Normally he would stay pretty composed under things like these; his clothes are replaceable and it's not anything he could help anyway. Though today Chishiya feels a lot, mostly frustration and disappointment.

The sudden surprise and adrenaline that came with this game make him lose his composure. As much as he should be happy/satisfied to make it out alive, he is overwhelmed with negative feelings.

This only really happens when he is aware he can feel this way. For example when no other people from the beach joined the game. His surroundings allow his behavior; there were no other members of the beach in the game with for who he had to uphold himself.

And so the rip in his favorite jacket starts to resemble the crack in his normally perfect composure.

If we want to push it even further, we could introduce interaction with someone in the game with him.

With no clue on how they made it even out alive like him (their physique was not promising for spades games), there is someone by his side that is all too eager to aid him.

Their kindness and sociability almost trigger him more. Though he decides to play along. First, because they claim that they can fix his jacket. And second, because Chishiya just loves to see things play out.

He finds himself inside a makeshift atelier (it's just a room inside a rundown building but filled with all kinds of paintings and sculptures). The artist themself scurries across the room to a desk with coils of thread and such.

Now about Chishiya's scene partner: they didn't seem like the type that wanted to be defined or put inside a box. Though in the psychoanalyzing thoughts of Chishiya, he took a guess that they're numbing the pain and shock of the borderlands with their arts. After all, some attempt to deal with things you cant control by pretending to have control.

This way of living can actually anger Chishiya more than you'd initially think. I think this is due to a weird form of jealousy. He thinks he is not able to be as empathizing with anyone like them, let alone a stranger. However, he also believes it is in his nature to be this way (not realizing he can choose his behavior). He also knows that the kind stranger is dealing with things wrongly. Escapism in the borderlands is the dumbest coping mechanism he has seen anyone portray (probably from his realism standpoint). He could think you're wasting your time on materialistic and meaningless junk, whilst there are so many better things worthwhile (training, gathering food, finding a way out of the borderlands, resting,..). And the fact that you are a kind person makes it even harder for him. I am kind of reminded of Arisu here, also too kind for his own good if you get what I mean. Chishiya is at that moment so fed up with the idea that people like him easily can manipulate people like them.

Now how I see him out all of the things he is feeling can be through two ways. He either bottles up everything, can't sleep for a while due to all kinds of thoughts in his head he can't place, and remains like that until he can find logical reasons as to why certain things happened. Or, he snaps at the person he met, desperate to make them realize that the world they're in is real (or that it at least should be treated that way).

Chishiya assumes he's helping you out that way (like it's the thing he should be doing). Though how he then returns this favor is really up to how dirty-minded you view Chishiya.

(What better way to give someone a wakeup call of how real the world is by sharing physical intimacy?)

#aib #alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfic #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya imagines #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya x reader

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hanniiesuckle17 · 2 years

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Chapter 11: I Made This Awkward

A/n: so um.....i did this instead of working on overdue homework. also i know i posted two days in a row but uh.....i cant do what i want okay. Also i just really don't wanna wait haha Tag List is Open <3

Tag List: @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagram @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @jeonqqin @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @yangs-jeongin @binniebutter @orangegyu @little-precious-baby @raethethey @sofie296 @love-letters-2-jisungie @bluejayboys

SMIY Tag List: @sanccharine @txt-yaomi @lyramundana @jaycheoluwu

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Genre: Series, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Idol au, Secret Relationship

WC: 2.7k

Updates: Saturday 9 AM CDT (Hopefully)

Warnings: Cursing, Privacy Invasion, Dieting, Overworking, 18+Themes (eventually), Intense threats, Mention of suicide, Mention of violence

Summary: Privacy. Normalcy. Love. Y/n was ready to give all of that up when she became an idol. She was more than happy with the absence of those qualities in her life until a certain six foot mountain of sunshine and chaos was cast opposite her in her first drama. Confronted with the fact that she no longer knows what she wants; Y/n must decide if he’s truly worth giving up the life she’s dreamed of…and how much damage she’ll let happen before she makes a decision.

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All day Yunho had been anxious. He and Y/n rarely spoke between takes and he did his best to be around but not actively next to her. It was physically killing him being so close and not being able to talk to her. But, the last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable. So, he kept his answers short but amiable and made sure that as soon as the director called cut he put a small appropriate amount of distance between him and the girl he so desperately longed for.

“Okay! Last scene for the day! Episode six, scene 35. Places!” Everyone bustled about and got ready to shoot the final scene of episode six. The one that both Y/n and Yunho had been dreading all day.

The two actors went to their respective places on the set. Though they had rehearsed this scene several times before, nothing had actually….happened. Purple and red flashing lights filled the set to imitate the hallway of a nightclub. The sound crew turned on thumping music with a layer of sound over it to make it seem like it was coming from the next room.

Y/n could feel the camera behind her and the man holding the boom mic as well. She tried to shake off her nerves about what she knew was about to happen and get into her character's mindset. Yunho stood a few feet behind her- getting ready to "chase" after the girl from the crowded club. His eyes fell to her hands.

Her fingers, nails painted a dark color, nervously played with the several rings placed by costuming. Was she dreading doing this scene after what he told her? Even with all his efforts to give her space today had she still been uncomfortable? The tall man took in a huge breath only to puff his cheeks and blow it out anxiously as he swung his arms back and forth. Just don't do anything more than what it says in the script, he thought to himself.

"Quiet please! Camera's rolling. Stand by. Mark 'Reality in Heaven' scene thirty-five, take one." The AD called out. Y/n jumped up and down getting her energy up. Her ears attentively listened for the director's cue.

"Action!"

Y/n stormed down the tiny fake hall, her heels clicking on the dark wood. Even from the shot behind, just the tension she had in her shoulders and back- exposed by the top she was wearing- showed the anger her character was feeling.

"Nari! Nari! Wait! Hey- Han Nari!"

Yunho began to chase after her. "Jaeyoung- leave me alone. What the fuck are you even doing here?" Desperately, Yunho grabbed her arm and pulled her to face him. The two stood centered in the small walkway, colored light falling over their faces. Y/n looked up at him, nothing but anger in her eyes. The intensity of her stare made him swallow a lump forming in his throat.

"Where are you going?"

"Far from you."

"Nari-..." She broke away from him, but Yunho reattached his grip to her arm, keeping her from walking much farther. "Look, I didn't mean to pry into your business but-"

"You fucked up my deal, Fish Boy!" Y/n let lose all the anger building in her chest as she yelled at the tall boy.

Slowly, Yunho's hand dropped from her arm and he stared down at the ground. Y/n tried not to let the soft look in his eyes break her focus. "He hit you. What was I supposed to do..."

"Let me pay off my debt."

"By doing what? Getting passed around by his entourage until he decides you've served your purpose?"

Y/n reached up, roughly shoving her palms against Yunho's chest. "It's my life Jaeyoung! Some of us have to do terrible things just to keep existing. Not everything is all pretty and perfect and magical like one of your paintings, Fish Boy!"

She moved to shove him again but Yunho caught her hands and took a step forward, centering the two once again in the small hall. "So, I'm just supposed to sit back and watch?"

"It's none of your business!"

"I don't want to see you get hurt- or killed!"

Throughout the argument, Y/n was slowly building up energy and emotion and she was ready to let loose. They had rehearsed this before but now was the time to fully lose control. Nari was an island. She wanted to believe she didn't need anyone. Despite her growing a soft spot for Jaeyoung, this was her strongest attempt at pushing him away.

"Let me kill myself if that's what it takes, Jaeyoung!" Y/n screamed at the top of her lungs. She had a wild but steady look in her eye. The girl outside of character noticed the music had been turned down to focus on their words and now the near silence weighed heavy.

Yunho couldn't speak. He forgot what he was supposed to say next. What she said felt real for only a split second. Y/n took a step closer until she was only a foot away from him. A few pieces of hair were falling in her face but she didn't seem to notice or care.

The boy was searching his brain for what could possibly be his line. All he could do was stare at her with a sad expression as the girl fumed in front of him. "That's the difference between you and me." This wasn't in the script. It then dawned on Yunho that Y/n was actually saving his ass and improvising. His eyes searched her own, waiting for what she was going to say next.

"I know existing is as good as I'm going to get." She looked him up and down with her brows furrowed. "Don't fool yourself by thinking you can get by doing anything less."

Yunho's expression changed. Y/n felt chills go down her spine with the way he looked at her, completely unwavering. "Existing isn't enough for me."

Loud cheers and laughs came from a little way down the hall but the two actors ignored them. "Then you're more stupid than I thought-"

Y/n's line was cut off by Yunho falling into her. The group of three rowdy extras squeezed past them and pushed the tall man into the girl, pining her against the wall in the cramped passageway. She felt his lips fumble onto hers and both of their eyes met in shock.

Though it was scripted to happen this way, it still felt like a surprise. Y/n knew this would be cut to end here in editing, but the rest of the scene would play at the beginning of the next episode, so it was better to play through. The two stayed that way for a quick moment before Y/n shoved him away from her.

She wiped her lips, before glaring at Yunho. Her heart was beating eight thousand miles a minute in her chest, but she begged for her face and body to not break and reveal everything she as Y/n was feeling.

"What the hell, Jaeyoung? Hey! You son of a bitch- watch where you're going seriously-" She turned her head to yell at the retreating figures but a hand cupped her cheek and pulled her focus in another direction.

Again her speech was cut off, this time by Yunho taking her in his arms and pressing his lips against her own. His brows furrowed as he tried to keep hold of any control he still had. She was intoxicating.

Y/n prayed that her knees didn't buckle from the sheer passion she felt from the tall man holding onto her. It seemed natural the way his hands found a home at her hip while the other slowly slid from her neck into her hair, tugging her closer.

The second she felt herself start to kiss him back she remembered where she was and what she was doing. With as much strength as she could muster (which was not much at the moment) Y/n pushed Yunho away and without missing a beat slapped him across the cheek.

The tall boy backed away and held onto his cheek, looking at the ground. "Don't follow me," Y/n growled before walking down the hall. Yunho stood there, feeling the camera come closer to capture the look on his face.

"And cut! Y/n, great line. Let's keep it and cut that line before for Yunho. That's much better."

Y/n felt her confident air immediately leave her body and with one wrong step, her ankle twisted making her fall down. She let out a short yelp and braced herself, hands coming out in front of her. Yunho's head jolted towards the sound and he rushed to help her up.

"Oh my god- are you okay?"

"Oh yeah. Totally fine. I just uh.... gravity."

Yunho nodded giving her a soft smile before carefully helping the girl up. She expected him to stay but as soon as she was stable Yunho walked away to go check the footage. The girl was for lack of a better word shocked.

She found herself confused and maybe a little angry that after that...intense...moment he just walked away like nothing happened. Didn't he like her? Why was she so pissed that he wasn't paying attention to her? Realization came across her face just as the director called for a reset of the scene. The makeup crew rushed to the two actors and touched up what had been smudged. Y/n let the girls fix her hair and add another layer of tint to her lips. She did nothing as someone handed her a bottle of water and another slipped a mint in her mouth.

She liked Yunho.

It was torture going through the scene over and over again. By take six, Yunho was having an extremely difficult time restraining himself. How many different angles could they possibly need? Y/n's manager was giving him the side eye every time the director called 'cut'. His throat felt dry and he felt like the guy would come over there and punch him any second now.

Y/n was baffled. They'd kiss. She'd slap him. The scene would end, and Yunho would not even look at her. Maybe the girls were right and she really had fucked up by not texting him back. Maybe he didn't even like her anymore.

"Okay, guys that's a wrap for today! Everyone is free to go! We'll meet next week for the next episode shooting." The production assistant announced. Everybody, including all the staff, rushed to pack up. The costume crew had already told the actors before to just leave everything in the dressing room and they would pick it up for dry cleaning in the morning.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Y/n said with a smile as she bowed to all the passing tech crew. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yunho start to walk off set and towards the hall that lead to the dressing rooms. "Jaebong oppa, I'm going to uh-....go get changed."

He gave her a thumbs up and started to pack up his things. As she turned away the girl hoped no one would notice the near sprint that propelled her towards the, now closing, soundstage door.

As she entered the empty cream-colored hall lined with doors she spotted Yunho further down. "Hey!"

Hearing a voice, the tall idol turned around and was stunned to see Y/n coming at him with a determined look in her eye. "Hi...What's up? Is everything okay?"

Before she could question herself any more than she was already, Y/n twisted the fabric of Yunho's shirt in her hand before yanking him down to her lips. He was shocked, to say the least. She could feel his body freeze under her touch. Embarrassed, she pulled away and rubbed the back of her neck.

"Sorry..."

He was frozen. Literally frozen. He couldn't bring himself to move or even speak. Did that actually happen? That was real right? He mentally cursed at himself as he watched her walk into a dressing room. His brain needed resetting. Yunho raised a hand and slapped himself- hard. Shaking off the daze he raced after Y/n and closed the door behind him.

It was her turn to be surprised by the sight of her counterpart. Her shoes were discarded by the door and all of the jewelry she was previously wearing was on the counter. Her face was illuminated by the bright glow of the bulbs surrounding the mirror. "Oh, did I go into the wrong dressing room- Oh my god! Your face! Did I do that to you?"

Yunho didn't understand what she was saying until he moved forward and looked in the mirror. A huge red welt was forming on his cheek. "Oh shit- uhhh...I mean that's probably like twenty percent you. I'm pretty sure I did that to myself just now."

A tension-filled silence filled the room. A magnetic pull throbs between the two as his gaze locks onto her. Even as Y/n looks away and starts gathering her everyday clothes, his stare remains fully on her. "Yunho, I'm really-"

The words got stuck in her throat as Yunho approached her with adornment in his eyes. He had looked at her like this many times before but this was her first time seeing it. "Okay, well that's not fair."

"What?" He asked with a laugh that turned his eyes to crescent moons.

"You can't just-....oh what the hell," Again Y/n pulled Yunho towards her, slamming her lips on his. This time Yunho responded immediately, large hands brushing hair away from her face before gently trailing over her neck.

Her arms wrapped around him, pulling herself closer to his embrace. Between the feeling of Yunho smiling against her lips and her feet barely touching the ground, she felt like she was floating.

Holding her securely in his arms Yunho lifted her off the ground, lips never once leaving hers. Y/n let out a small yelp feeling herself being backed into a stray chair. Yunho apologized before setting her on the counter with a dopey grin on his face.

Her eyes flicked back down to his pink swollen lips and she slowly pulled him back into a kiss. Yunho's brain turned into chaos when he felt her hands creep into his hair and softly tug at the dark strands. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip and he reveled in the softness of her skin beneath his hands.

The back of Y/n's head rested on the cool, mirrored, glass as Yunho leaned over her and left slow deep kisses on her beautiful lips. Wanting to be even closer to him, Y/n wrapped a leg around him, leaving little space between their bodies.

"Y/n? Hey, Y/n are you almost done?" Jaebong called from outside the door.

Y/n pulled away, trying to ignore the way her heart skipped a beat as Yunho chased after her lips. She then realized the compromising situation they were in. "Oh, shit-...um...." she whispered, sliding past the tall boy, who was still slightly dizzy from the quite passionate make-out session. "Yeah, just a sec!"

The girl rushed around the room, gathering her things. "So..um..." Yunho tried to form words, but his mind was only just now catching up to what had just happened.

"Could you like turn around or something? Just real quick."

He didn't even remember consciously deciding to turn around but he did. Y/n scrambled out of the club costume and into her shirt and shorts. "Y/n?" Jaebong called out.

"Hold on! I'm coming!" Stuffing her clothing into the chair beside Yunho she bolted out of the room, closing the door behind her. The idol leaned against the counter, looking around the room for a few minutes in silence.

"Wait....what?"

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woolywoofs · 2 years

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I wanted to post a little update. And ask for a little help, again (paypal posted below, please dont feel pressured! you and your needs come first always).

Moppa and I are still grieving Skvetta, but we are managing now. She can be left alone now without panicking and she no longer searched for her in the yard.

I had my tonsils taken out last friday, on my birthday lol. Surgery itself went well, but beforehand did not. My IV infiltrated and all of the meds to calm me down and put me to sleep just went into my soft tissue. It was extremely painful and I started to have a panic attack on the table because of it + the oxygen mask makes me feel like im suffocating (i know it doesnt make sense haha). All hands on deck after that and I had 3 people on me at once sticking me trying to get IVs in me but my veins just kept breaking. It was actual hell and felt like forever.

Recovery has been a hot mess honestly. The first 3 days were fine and since then its been reaaal bad. The ear, throat and tongue pain is unreal. I am drugged out of my mind because pain/stress is a huge seizure trigger for me, but at this point it is not really working. I did have 1 bad seizure, to a point where i had broken capillaries in my face. But thankfully it didnt create any issues with my surgery recovery. Im hoping things will start improving soon.

Generally my epilepsy has fucked up a lot. My short term memory is messed up and I have lost some skill sets after the bad seizures. I have been re-learning how to draw and paint! It is a very tedious process but i really feel like im making progress.

My autoimmune disease has been lowkey out of control and I saw my rheumo and I am going back on a low dose chemo drug. It really did help last time, it just made me so sick. But we will be looking into every option to control my nausea etc! So im trying to be hopeful. Ill start once im completely healed from my tonsillectomy, since the meds make you more likely to get infections and slows healing.

My uterus has also been absolutely fucked, once again. We were really hoping that removing the mass, scraping my uterus and putting the IUD would stop the bleeding, and it did, for 6 months. But im having issues again and I saw a specialist and we decided that the only option left for me is a hysterectomy. There is a year long wait though. This wasnt exactly on my list of things to do at 27.. but i suppose it is what it is.

Now for some good. Moppa is healthy and happy. She was attacked by a dog in september and got a bad gash but shes completely healed! She loves the fenced yard. We have been working on nosework stuff when im feeling okay enough for it! She is honestly such a light in the dark and I love her.

I get to renew my lease next year so i dont have to worry about housing!! Rent will be increasing bc inflation but im okay with swapping some meals with ramen to make things work, when I cant make extra money. I have been learning how to quilt!! My grandma does it a lot and i asked her to teach me so I am working on a project with her.

While things are generally a hot mess right now, i am mostly okay. And i feel like thats a big improvement for me, im not sure I would have handled all this a year ago. And im proud of myself.

With everything going on, I have obviously been unable to do commissions, or taking in dogsitting clients or anything i typically do to make money. If anyone is able to help, it is really appreciated. *This is my PayPal*, im afraid its my only way to receive anything. *any* amount helps. I really hope this is the last time i ever have to ask for anything. I feel like things are going to turn around now that we have solid plans to help with my health issues. The hope is that once my uterus is out and the low dose chemo has gotten my overall pain under control, that my epilepsy will chill out. It seems to be easily triggered via pain and hormones.

Thanks to anyone who had the patience to read this thing. I just havent posted an update in so long that there was a lot to say 😅 i am going to start being more active on here as ai really miss it. I will include the 2 art pieces I managed to make and finish. It took forever to figure everything out but im proud of myself. Quality may be a little destroyed bc tumblr likes to do that... i really hope i can offer commissions again soon. I might choose a person or two at random that donates and do a ghost commission like below for them? I can at least try. But youd have to message me on here after donating so i know who you are, i think i can attempt dog, cat or rabbit. But i cant promise anything.

I talked forever, im so sorry lol. Here is the paypal again because its definitely lost up there in the babble

Just to end this.. Has anyone here had a tonsillectomy as an adult and can tell me at what point it got better?

#personal babble #lord sorry for going off forever #my art

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pacifymebby · 1 year

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Hi, I haven’t messaged you or anything in so long !! I was like 16 the last time i even posted on tumblr, i’m literally 20 in two days !!

I haven’t checked up with you since The Ride but you used to be my favorite blog and my favorite fanfic writer. You fully shaped my late teens and ur old fics got me through everything from GCSES to Covid.

And then i stopped using Tumblr cos Catfish just vanished like but i’m so happy to see you’re still writing like and you’ve found new things to write about. I went to Uni n stuff and my whole life changed and i completely forgot about ur fics. They used to be a form of escapism, and helped my romanticise my life. They genuinely helped me feel lighter when life was just heavy like. and now i don’t need them anymore and all that seems so sad and distant, my life is so so great now and i got through the not so great bits with your writing.

I just thought it was worth letting you know that you shaped a girls teen years. I completely accredit you to all the fun I had romanticising my life because of ur fics, and you literally have no idea. like some random girl in Manchester accredits some writer girl in wherever to shaping her entire late teens into some indie cringe fest nightmare that she secretly loved (don’t tell)

like i would never fess up to it anywhere except anonymous on tumblr but you were one of my only friends at times and i would read ur fics and sit alone in my room and listen to the strokes (who id never heard of until you) or id walk home from school listening to catb and imagine i was on some english coast walking to the pub with the lads and the sun setting. it sounds really sad i know and it fucking genuinely really was i was a sad lonely girl but i had so much fun!

and my music, like all of my music taste came from you !! all my book recs came from you!! i love kerouac to this day because of you.

If you ever reupload any old fics i’d be the first to have a little nostalgic read !!

Okay, first of all, thanks for sending me this bestie it really hit me in the chest because a) i cant believe ive had that level of impact on someone else's life and in such like a cute little way? And b) because everything youve just described is exactly what i was doing too!! Like using my little fanfictions to escape to, romanticising my dreary/lonely little life and using it to imagine a better future for myself...

Like, i started writing Oxygen when id broken up with my abusive ex, was livibg alone in a student flat, id lost ALL my pals to said ex, i was floundering at uni feeling stuck and alone and like, i used to get stoned and listen to the national and live in this little daydream which was that story and its probably one of the only reasons i survived that year!

And The Ride, i had the idea for that when i was trapped at my grandparents painting their house for them. That whole bit at the beginning where Maria is painting the B&B stemmed from a days daydreaming trying to romanticise my dreary little life.

Basically most of the fics i wrote were me creating the characters i wanted to be more like, like fliss and saffron, i wanted to be that kind of positive, confident, carefree girl and writing the characters helped me believe that I could be more like that.

And like idk, you really summed up what i was doing for me, and I'm glad u were able to romanticise your life too! I think its an underrated and important coping mechanism tbh, if you cant daydream up a better reality for yourself, how can u ever achieve a better reality for yourself?

I also think thats maybe why I don't write as often now too, generally my lifes much better than it was, I'm happier, i dont need to imagibe these friends for myself because i have a really solid group of friends, and I have B and im cared about and no ones out to hurt me anymore. So i dont need to escape to my fanfictions so much anymore idk.

Still sometimes its lovely to revel in nostalgia isnt it.

Also omg i cant believe u read those books cause of me, and heard the strokes cause of me, thats so fucking cool <3 <3 im glad we were friends back then and had eachother, i think thats so cool that without knowing eachother we've had that impact on one another (because honestly the people who read my fics and comment and send me anons have all supported me and made me feel less alone and lame)

Thank u so much for sending this and confessing to the indie cringe fest (we were all there and secretly loved it, its okay to admit that here!! Indie cringe fest lives on here!!)

And im so happy your life is better now too and that youre somewhere u want to be having a nice time, I'm glad u don't need to romanticise ur life anymore because youre living a life you actually want to live.thats amazing and im v proud of u for getting here and v happy that u got here <3 <3 <3 <3

Love u bestie ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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7 19 20 23 36 37 40 42 46 48 50, sorry it's so many but I really like these questions!

7. favorite companions? least favorite companions?

favorite: veronica, arcade (though he doesnt feel the same) least favorite: raul, cass, boone

19. what is their motive for taking vegas?

being able to live in luxury and safety.

20. do they have a theme song?

hatef--k by the bravery

23. do they speak any languages other than english?

nope! english was hard enough for them to relearn, theyre not gonna put in the effort to learn anything else unless its Really necessary. they knew a few simple signs from when they were still learning how to talk again, but they dont use them often enough and the memory quickly fades

36. why did you create them?

yes started out as a joke in a discord server about fucking caesar in front of the praetorian guard, i think?? im not in the server anymore so i cant run back and grab screenshots, but their creation was fully a Fuck That Old Man To Pieces kind of thing

37. do they draw, paint, play any instruments?

yes draws from time to time, usually in a middle schooler anime style. this is their self portrait

40. in conversation, are they kind? gentle? sarcastic? rude? do they speak warmly and openly with people, or are they more guarded? do they talk a lot?

this is actually a difficult question to answer considering yes is my Speech Skill Bitch, lmaoooo

so yes is very much a social chameleon, hence their skills as a diplomat for house-- whatever the other person needs to see to get on yes' side, they'll become. more often than not that defaults to being an effusive, airheaded chatterbox thats just so easy to underestimate. you know the stereotype, i dont have to go into incredible detail lol

but when they dont have an agenda theyre after, yes prefers to listen to other people talk, and chooses their words more carefully. it's... difficult for them to identify their own emotions, so when the mask comes off they seem more guarded, more quiet. theyre... softer.

42. name a random fact about your courier.

has thalassophobia (fear of the ocean, or deep dark water)

46. how do they die? how is their death received, by the mojave and by their companions?

yes dies of dehydration while trapped in the sierra madre vault, and the only person who notices is house. he mourns them in his own way, using a backup of their brain scans to create an AI replica, but deletes it after a few months. the rest of the companions have already washed their hands of them, and most simply wake up one day and realize they havent heard anything about the courier on the radio in a long, long time

48. can they cook, and if so, what do they cook? what are their favorite & least favorite foods?

nope! they get too impatient and either undercook or scorch the fuck out of anything they try to make. to be completely fair, they didnt have both the equipment to actually Cook Things and the motor control to do so safely for long

50. what’s their happiest memory?

they have a few. ive mentioned that getting their glass eye from doc mitchell is high up there, but "family dinners" with the other workers at the atomic wrangler, their first night sleeping in the lucky 38, and regaining the ability to read are all incredibly cherished memories.

#courier yes #lore time lore time #not art

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enchantingstudentvoidspy · 2 years

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war of hearts

day 1

You knew your situation was unique, something straight out of an anime even. But you knew Dire Crowley would find a way for you to get home soon. You just had to be patient.

While you were stuck here, Crowley ‘generously’ allowed you to be a student at this magic academy. Having your dorm be selected by which of the seven had the least amount of students. Which meant you were now a heartslabyul student. Just until you were able to get back home.

“Now it’s unusual for us to have a female student, since this is an all-boys academy, so as for you having a roommate…” the crow like dean trails off looking at you. “I will have to talk with your prefect about room placement before you officially move in”

While you weren’t to sure why the dean of a magical college was so worried about you assigned gender, you won’t be living at the dorm for long. But decided not to fight the matter, the sooner you get to your room the sooner Crowley can start finding a way for you to go home.

The two of you walk through one of the magical mirrors, each one leading to one of the seven dorms. On the other side you are greeted by a lavish rose garden, you cant help but notice some of the white roses dripping with red paint. Curiouser and curiouser.

The dean continues to lead you through the baffling architecture of the dorm. You wondered how you would ever find your way around this place without an escort. Luckily, you won’t have to worry too much, since you knew this arrangement was temporary.

Finally, Dire Crowley stops at a door and knocks. “Come in” you hear from the other side of the door. “It’s probably best if you stay out here” Crowley smiles as he leaves you alone in the hallway.

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, feeling nervous being alone in this strange new place. After some time, you debated in your head whether or not to knock on the door yourself. But luckily, before you had come to a decision, the door opened once again.

This time the dean welcomed you into the room “this is the heartslabyul prefect, Riddle rosehearts” Crowley gestured to the young redheaded boy the room belonged to. You nod in acknowledgement to the dormleader, he returned the polite gesture.

“y/n, I assume?” the boy looks at you, studying his new charge. You nod again. “Seeming that all our rooms are made to have three boys to each room, the only private room being that of the housewarden. Dire Crowley and I have come to the solution of you sharing my room. Does that sound adequate to you?”

“Yes, sounds great!” you smile at Riddle.

“Good. I'll make the arrangements for you to move in. In the meantime, let me have Trey show you around” the prefect leads you out of the room. You follow him to a nearby door, a taller brunet boy opens the door. Riddle leaves you with Trey, who proceeds to give you a tour of the dorm.

You know everything Trey says goes in one ear and out the other, but you appreciate him taking the time to show you around. The two of you make small talk, and eventually you tell him about your situation. “Wait, so you know nothing of the great seven?” he stops, hazel eyes catching yours.

“The great what now?” you chuckle, finding this whole situation ridiculous.

“Oh no, I have a book I need you to read before you do anything else” the boy starts speed walking towards his room, making you practically run to keep up. He goes into his room, reappearing moments later holding the before mentioned book. “Promise me you’ll read this tonight?”

“Yeah sure” you say, not sure why he got so serious all of the sudden.

You finished your tour of the dorm, ending in the dining room where everyone had already started eating supper. You quickly spotted your housewarden, the only person here you knew other than Trey, and sat down next to him.

“How’s the room going?” how ask, clearly surprising the redhead with your familiarity.

“Oh, um. Yes, the room is ready for you to move in. Dire Crowley said you didn’t have much with you, so we arranged for clothing, toiletries, and bedding as well.” You stifled a chuckle at the blush that formed on his face.

“Okay, so after dinner we can head to bed?” you take a bite of your food.

“Usually, after dinner is time for study. But since its your first day, I’ll allow you to use that time to rest instead” He turns back to his meal, getting redder still. “Just don’t make a habit of breaking schedule!”

“Sure thing” you say smiling. It didn’t matter if you made a habit or not, you’d be home before long anyway. After dinner, you settle into your bed. Riddle sits at the desk across the room, working on some schoolwork. And with how exhausting the day had been, you quickly fell asleep. Trey’s book forgotten on your nightstand.

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indigo474 · 8 months

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New moon vibes- 91423-

I had 2 intense days of meetings. I met with my 3 new reps-each meeting 1 1/2 hours long. With Drew- i had to bring my A game... and i did. Today, i switched it up with the 2 reps we met with. As Drew was talking i took notes and when it was my time to talk i referred back to my notes. He said he noticed I did things different on day 2 and he asked me why. I told him why.. he said he was really impressed with the way i was able to change my approach and it shows him i'm thinking and learning and he had a lot of great things to say.. about me. I never had anyone tell me i was doing a good job or they were proud of me. i never heard anything like that in the 20 plus years i was married. my mom did tell me i as a good mom.. but now.. i get that from work. it feels good to hear i'm doing a good job. my manager told me she was proud of me just this week. i do feel like i am finally getting use to being a supervisor.. finally. I am no the same person i was 9 months ago.

split squats are hell. they suck and i hate them. everything else i am ok with. i ran 2 miles on the treadmill.. it really wasn't hard. my goal is to lift 3 days-run 3 days. I have 1/2 a day tomorrow. I was suppose to go out with Marci but the comedy show was cancelled. im going to look at a house. theres actually another one id like to see. i really need to email my lawyer about my divorce decree.. i never got a copy or signed anything which seems odd to me. i'll probably run. James asked me if i had any dates this weekend.. NO- none. i told him im going to paint my nails and read a book..

i have to do some safety training tomorrow..I'm a zone captain.. thanks but no thanks.. i dont want to be responsible to help people get out of the building.. some of them can barely walk and i cant carry them. i have to stay back and die because they cant move fast enough? if shit goes down its every person for themselves.. they all know where the doors are.

And i have all this good stuff going and yet my mind goes to the time x came home with cigars to celebrate a baby being born.. his baby. .. just cruel. it makes me sad to think about how cruel he was to me. i don't know what i did to deserve to be treated they way he treated me.. and i'll never understand. i know they best revenge is me being happy and thriving .. but i cant help but hope he gets what he deserves.

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blackvail22 · 8 months

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the future feels so uncertain

im not as scared of it anymore

i realize i have time. i know its not forever, but i have time in determining what i want to do

thought of just going to college for a marketing degree or software engineering

i dont really have a love for making art anymore

i dont really have a love for anime/shows anymore

i cant get myself to watch anything but a livestream of someone playing a game

oh and content of my fav artists

all i really have an interest in is making money from my home and being able to afford going to concerts and buying albums and merch and going to conventions

i get so bored lately

i know i have shows i want to watch, and i know i could draw or paint

i know that i can fall in love with reading once more, but i cant get myself to read anything

i just want to go to concerts, look pretty, and do things that make me happy

i want to love making art again, i just cant

i want to live in nyc. such a basic thing to say

i really do though

when i visited there, i had a reality shift or something

i may have started to romanticize it but

we just arrived in brooklyn, and its late at night

only a few places were open, and we wanted to eat indian food

we go to this indian restaurant, and i look to my right and this woman looked.... like she was happy

maybe my mind made that up, but she just seemed like she was where she was supposed to be. she was eating a meal by herself, headphones in, and it looked like she was doing work of some kind.

i found myself doing that plenty of times during my time there.

of course, it can be unsafe or... borderline unsafe

i was harrassed by many ppl, nd plenty of ppl in costumes came up to me to try and "take a photo with me" (easy way to pickpocket) or ppl trying to sell me stuff too (scammers). and i know it can be more than that. ive heard plenty of stories about how women/feminine presenting people shouldnt be in central park by themselves as thats how many people get kidnapped or murdered or raped.

i know that the crime rate there is high. it honestly scares me whenever i think about it... but its america. think.... theres nowhere you CAN go without getting crimed here. whereveer you think is safe is always the next target i stfg.

there was a college i was looking into going to this year (before i decided to gap year) and tell me why there was a shooter there a few days ago.

WHEN CAN WE LIVE WITHOUT FEARING FOR OUR LIVES EVERY FUCKING DAY

never. the answer is never

i fear waking every day, going to public places, going to work, because i dont know whats going to happen

its always been a fear of mine but recently it has spiked

i have severe anxiety when it comes to the news. i try to avoid it because talks of people dying, more of my rights being taken away, and people killing themselves come up every day. every single day. i feel so helpless. innocent people die each day and for what?

our government is so fucked. there has not been a good presidency canidate in ... years, if there ever one at all. each of them always have secret intentions they dont unvail until their term (if they make it there) or they dont go through with what they said in their campaign.

fuck nyc, take me to iceland or the netherlands, even. i need to go somewhere where i dont fear if im going to be murdered every day lol

maybe i am afraid of the future after all...

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