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kikiknits · 1 month
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I’m alive!! And still knitting. Trying to finish up this project that has been on the needles since December 2021 😅 It is taking FOREVER. Mohair on large needles in straight stockinette is Not Fun. But it is pretty and cloud-like!
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cheadarchesse · 4 months
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I finished my brother's Christmas present a month before the deadline, which is far sooner than I expected. The cats are based off ours. Charlie is the orange boy, Kiki is the b&w and Jane Doe is the tortie. I'm hoping it fits, but if it doesn't, I hope no one tells me!
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seariii · 3 months
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Heh desk reveal
The Miku print I bought it a year ago at a convention, but I couldn't find the artist who it's from... This is the watermark on the print, tho, maybe someone else will have better results
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subtlybrilliant · 2 years
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Admin really just had us sit in a room together and listen to a spotify podcast as professional development.
This is my personal sensory hell.
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kerasies · 1 year
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bumblesimagines · 1 year
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Headcanon:
Becoming the Quinn-Goldbergs obsession
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Request: Yes or No
Pronouns for y/n: he/him/his
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Living in Madre Linda had its ups and downs. The community was tight-knit and you could practically always count on someone for something. As long as that something wasn't gossip worthy.
The soul sucking residents of your town were irritating to deal with and borderline hellish on a bad day. Over all, you were able to count on one hand the amount of neighbors you considered friends.
Until the new neighbors moved in.
The Quinn-Goldbergs. A young couple who were new to the wonders of parenthood. It only took an hour after their arrival for you to learn virtually everything about them through Sherry and her minions.
You met Love first. She'd been out grabbing mail when you returned from town with some groceries. She'd flashed a charming smile and seemed more than happy to chat until the duties of motherhood swept her away.
Popping open the trunk of the car, you slipped out of the driver's side and closed the door. Barely noticing movement in the yard over, you walked to the back of your car and began picking the bags into your arms.
"Hey, neighbor!" A cheery voice called out and you leaned back, catching sight of a brunette standing on the other side of the fence. She carried some envelopes in one hand, lifting the other to wave at you. "I'm Love! We just moved here a couple weeks ago."
"Nice to meet you, Love." You returned the smile, using your free hand to close the trunk before approaching the fence. She perked up and stepped closer, resting her hand atop the short picket fence.
"You must be (Y/N). Sherry mentioned we were neighbors."
"Did she?" You didn't intend to sound so ticked off about it but from the knowing look that passed over Love's features, she understood your distaste completely.
"I'd introduce you to my husband but he's off at the library. He's pretty serious about his books." Love chuckled lightly.
"Oh, really? I'm an avid reader myself."
"Seriously?" Her brows rose, eyes practically twinkling. "Oh, then I'm sure you two will get along!"
Only a couple days would pass before you were invited to a party and there you'd meet Joe, the beloved husband and polar opposite of Love.
It'd been a little awkward at first with neither you nor Joe knowing exactly what to say. That was until Cary spoke and you exchanged an exasperated look with Joe. Afterwards the conversations began, going from complaining about the residents to books and the library.
Love grew obsessed first. She often found herself over at your place with Henry, finding solace in the fact she finally had someone real and honest to talk to in the neighborhood.
She didn't realize the signs at first, too caught up in the bliss of what she believed was innocent friendship until she began keeping track of your day to day life and involving herself more and more.
She frequently cooked you meals and brought them over, insisting she just wanted to do something nice for you and 'I just really appreciate your company'.
Love only truly noticed her obsession when attending a birthday party and overhearing Sherry giggling about you and another woman. The dread, rage, and jealousy that erupted inside her was enough to push her into a full obsession.
Smiling softly, Love watched Joe tend to Henry as she picked up a slice of cheese from the table and took a bite from it. Without thinking, she began searching for you in the crowd of guests, taking slow steps until she neared Sherry and Kiki.
"I heard the reason they divorced was because she was seeing (Y/N) on the down low." Sherry whispered, nodding wildly when Kiki gaped at her. "I mean, I believe it. She's always flirting with him."
Love felt her body freeze, eyes dancing around frantically in search of you. It couldn't be true, could it? If you were seeing someone... No, you'd tell her, right?
Finally spotting you in the crowd, she walked forward, pace quick but not fast enough to draw attention to herself. You sweetly smiled at her upon noticing her and she felt herself relax, unable to resist smiling back.
"(Y/N), I was looking for you everywhere!" She breathed, turning her attention onto the woman you'd been speaking with. Looping her arms around yours, she tilted her head.
"Could I steal him for a moment?"
"Of course, no problem."
"Great!" Whipping out her best fake smile, she resisted the urge to sneer at the woman before pulling you away from her.
Upon recognizing her feelings, Love grew conflicted. She still loved Joe completely and hated the thought of ruining their family, especially after powering through the Natalie situation. So, she remained silent... Unaware of her husband's own dilemma.
It had taken Joe only a few days to realize his obsession. He had brushed off his desire to be around you and hear more about you as the want for a friend in the nightmarish town of Madre Linda.
Until he found himself putting on his favorite cap and watching you from the safety of his car. It had clicked the moment he turned his car engine on and began his typical monologue.
Joe was no stranger to obsessions. In fact, one could consider him extremely experienced in the area. There had been Nurse Fiona, Candace, Beck, Love, and Natalie. All of them shared some minor similar traits but the biggest one being they were women. You were not.
This realization had sent Joe through a bit of an identity crisis where he both distanced himself from you- limiting his face to face interactions with you, sending Love on his behalf- and kept an eye in you by continuing to watch you.
But, you had noticed his odd behavior and finally confronted him about it, much to his relief and dismay.
"Okay, what's up?" Joe blinked, tearing his eyes away from his wife and child. His throat tightened as he stared up at you, internally cursing and panicking.
"Wh-What do you mean?" He chuckled nervously. You raised a brow and plopped down beside him on the bench, noting the way he rubbed his palms on his pants.
"You've been avoiding me." You pointed out, giving him a look when he attempted to protest.
Time to come clean. Or at least, partly come clean.
Clearing his throat and exhaling deeply, he shifted to face you. "It's nothing personal, I promise. I've just had a lot on my mind between Henry and settling into the new neighborhood." He explained softly, reaching out to touch your shoulder.
"Is that all?" You asked, frowning at him. "You can tell me anything, Joe. You and Love are the only people here I actually trust."
Trust... Trust and eventually... Love. Joe was sure of it. You'd love him just as much as he loved you. He just needed to play his cards right and avoid drawing suspicion from Love. She'd done enough already. Natalie's decaying body was proof of that.
From then on, the couple tiptoed around each other, fully unaware they had similar feelings for you.
Joe found it easier to keep from Love. He'd already slipped into your house, taking small things he knew you wouldn't notice go missing. He kept them stored in a spot he knew Love wouldn't think about looking and plotted ways to make you fall for him.
Love, on the other hand, found it more difficult. She felt guilt and worry eating her up inside. She loved Joe wholeheartedly but she felt similarly about you. Eventually, she couldn't keep it up, desperate to get closer to you without risking Joe lashing out.
"Joe, we need to talk." Love called from the kitchen, staring at the freshly baked cupcakes in hand. She set them down on the island and sighed, looking up at Joe as he entered the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" He asked immediately, finishing his tea and placing the cup down. Dread filled both of their stomachs, staring at one another.
Joe worried she'd figured it out and attacked you impulsively.
Love worried he'd discard of you as easily he'd done with the others.
"It's about (Y/N)."
"What about him?" Joe asked, attempting to keep a calm and cool mask. Love dug her teeth into the inside of her cheek, fingers tapping against the island.
"I... I think I love him, Joe." She whispered and felt a weight lift off her shoulders. "No, I'm... I'm obsessed with him." She added just as quietly.
"Are you serious?" Joe stared at her, a wave of surprise washing over him. When the brunette nodded, Joe pushed himself away from the island and turned, listening to her panicked calls for him. Removing the painting and reaching into the little nook he had created, he pulled out the book and returned to the kitchen.
His wife blinked, brows furrowing. "W-What is that?"
"Guess." Joe answered, lifting the top off and pushing it toward her. Hesitantly, Love peered inside and reached in to pull out the silver ring. Her lips parted when she remembered having seen you wear it the day you had met Joe.
"Joe... Does this mean...?" Love trailed off, meeting her husband's eyes.
"Yes."
They had nothing to fear from each other. They could learn to share, learn to love you equally. They could plan together. They could finally have you all to themselves.
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violetsoju · 1 year
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Sakusa doesn’t understand why the specific blond teammate of his calls him “Omi-Omi”. It’s ridiculous, to say the least. 
Worse, he doesn’t understand why you’re siding with the faux blond.
“Well, I kind of understand why Atsumu calls you that.” You say to his dismay.
The subtle raise of his eyebrows hidden behind his curly locks is an indication to explain yourself.
“Just look in the mirror and you’ll get what I mean.” You tilt your head to the full length mirror next to the genkan, where too many mirror selfies have been taken. 
Sakusa stomps in tiny towards the mirror reluctantly at your nudges, leaving the warm toasty sofa that is now indented with his weight before. 
“What exactly am I supposed to see?” He huffs, hands automatically in his pocket on reflex as he stands before the mirror.
“Yourself, duh.”
“And?”
“Well.” You pad towards him. With your hands clasped together before you and small coughs from clearing your throat dramatically, it’s as if you're about to give an important speech. 
“Standing at over 6 ft, packed with lean muscles, clad in all black, a hoodie overhead, black face mask, furrowed eyebrows, black hair, and only black eyes visible that screams ‘Leave me alone I’m tired’. If that isn’t what we call ominous, I don’t know what that is.”
“Get it? Omi-Omi. Ominous.”
Sakusa snorts at your comment, ruffling his hair while pulling his overhead hoodie down to take a closer look.
Black hoodie, black joggers, black face mask that he hasn’t discarded upon getting home, black natural hair and black eyes. He even has to take a few steps back to take in his whole reflection in the mirror given his height.
He does look a little intimidating to say.
Your next comment earns another snort from him. “You honestly also look like a black cat.”
His next comment earns a snort from you too. “You’re a crazy cat lady then.”
A stare-off begins, the both of you not backing down until an idea suddenly pops into your head as you quickly fish out your phone, nudging a confused Sakusa to face the mirror as you snap the scene before you. Another mirror selfie for the record. 
“This shall be named ‘Kiki and Jiji’.”
It’s back to serious business as you swiftly keep your phone back into your pocket, picking off from where you left from the stare-off, gaze as piercing as before as if nothing had happened just a few seconds ago. Sakusa loses the game as he chuckles at your impromptu action, shaking his head lightly in adoration. 
“Are you saying I bring bad luck then? Given I’m all ominous, daunting and part of the feline family.” He squishes your cheek from side to side gently.
You try to squeeze out a coherent sentence through your pouted lips. “Nah, who says black cats bring bad luck? I don’t stand with that.”
“You are basically standing beside one now.”
“Don’t you dare start a cat fight.”
No paws or hands were harmed in the event.
“As long as they’re cute, it doesn’t matter.” You hum in thought, tapping your chin.
Sakusa’s intrusive thoughts take over as a mumbled “How superficial” escapes from his lips, and is immediately met with a pair of questioning eyes.
“As for your case,” You lean in slowly like a predator cornering its prey. He unknowningly gulps when you pull his face mask down to reveal his full face, bodies just a few inches apart. 
Sakusa feels like nine lives of a cat have passed as you examine his face with your eyebrows knitted together. Your eyes trail from the two moles above his right eyebrow, his defined nose bridge, and down to his lips. He definitely catches your gaze lingering on his lips for a few seconds longer. 
He’s about to lean in to seal the gap when you come to your final verdict. 
“You’re cute. So you pass.” You announce, tapping his cheek lightly in approval as you walk off to the sofa in the living room. 
“And it’s a cute name fitting for a cute black cat. Omi-Omi the Ominous.”
Sakusa feels a surge of warmth on the tip of his ears, and it’s spreading to his cheeks, and blooming across his chest like wildfire. He needs to put out this heat before his whole body sets on fire. 
A squeal rings in the living room as a huge mass of weight plops onto you, its head finding its way to your lap as it snuggles to keep itself close, soft curls tickling your skin as it makes itself comfortable and cosy, sharing the warmth in the cool evening air. 
Omi-Omi the Ominous. That’s definitely something that will only stay in the four walls of this small apartment. Never, ever to the ears of his blond teammate.  
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blog-name-idk · 1 year
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Melting for You
Pairing: Jimin x GN!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Mild hurt/comfort, Humor, Friends to Lovers
Summary: It doesn't matter that he'd been on a date when he saw your story. Jimin will pick you every time.
Word Count: 1.9k
Rating: None
AN: Dedicated to the deactivated but still here (points to heart like Tarzan in Kingdom Hearts) @btsstan12! And thank you to @madbutgloriouspond and @nabiolive for beta-ing and Memes especially for the summary and title. Love you all <3
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The lights are dim when Jimin gets home, and for a moment he wonders if he overreacted, that your Instagram story with Kiki's Delivery Service and a cup of the fancy hot cocoa you hoard like a miser didn't actually mean you had a horrible night.
"Chim?"
His hesitation vanishes at the hoarseness of your voice from the living room, and he kicks his shoes off quickly before entering to see you curled up on the couch, ensconced in the fluffy puppy blanket the two of you bought together on one of your first roomie shopping trips. Your mug is still half-full, and you have a chocolate milk mustache that makes his lips twitch despite the redness of your eyes.
He's beside you before he can stop himself, pulling you into his arms as you sniffle.
"Weren't you on a date?" you ask uncertainly, though you let him pull you in his lap like a giant baby burrito.
"Saw your Instagram story," Jimin murmurs into your hair, breathing in your shampoo and relishing in the small ways he's allowed to love you when you aren't really his to hold. To his dismay, you pull back and look even more distressed.
"I'm so sorry," you babble, eyes filling with tears. "You shouldn't have cut it short just for-"
"I'd rather be here with you, anyway," Jimin cuts you off, smothering your protests by shoving your chocolate-covered face into his shirt. You mumble something about getting it dirty, which he ignores. He can always do laundry, and a few pieces of fabric mean nothing when your little sigh of appreciation causes affection to bubble like champagne in his chest.
Besides, he's telling the truth. The date was just another one of many failed attempts to move on from his hopeless crush on you. Crying or not, he still feels a million more times at home here than he ever could at dinner with a perfectly lovely person who isn't you.
"What happened?"
You wriggle in his arms, rearranging the blanket so it's covering the both of you rather than only wrapped around yourself. Jimin hopes you can't feel the way his heart skitters when you tuck your head under his chin, and he wraps his arms firmly around you, wishing he was doing so under different circumstances.
"Daniel broke up with me," you mumble into his neck, and for a moment your warm breath on his skin distracts him from your words. Then they register, and his brows knit in confusion and anger.
"He what?"
Daniel is… fine. If Jimin is being generous. He's okay-looking, not particularly interesting or funny but at least treats you well, and isn't racist. He fits in by virtue of not standing out.
You, on the other hand, light up a room (when you're not huddled in a sad but cute mass of depression). You're smart and stupid in all the perfect ways, kind without expecting reciprocation, the type of person who could make watching paint dry fun by the sheer nature of your presence.
Basically, you are way out of his league and everyone, including Daniel, knows it. It's not the break-up itself that's shocking - it's that Daniel broke up with you.
"Are you really gonna make me say it again?" you grumble, twining your fingers in his crisp button-up. He's more distracted by the way you keep wiggling as you try to find a more comfortable position, and prays his body doesn't react inconveniently.
"No, sorry," Jimin manages, tightening his hold on you in hopes that you settle down. You always fit so perfectly in his arms, but you never cuddle with him like this unless you're single. Which, well, he doesn't particularly like the idea of you being this intimate with anyone else, so he supposes it makes sense. "He's an idiot."
"What's wrong with me?" you ask, voice quivering as you sniffle into his shirt.
"You're perfect," Jimin murmurs into your hair, incredulous that anyone could have someone as amazing as you and just throw it away. He's also a little surprised you're so broken up about this. He hadn't realized you felt so strongly about this shmuck, and the thought hurts more than it should. "He wasn't good enough for you, anyway."
"You always say that," you hiccup, unappeased by his words. "But I'm the one that keeps getting broken up with."
Jimin wishes there was something more he could say to make you feel better, but all he can do is hold you and stroke your back.
He could tell you he's liked you from the first time you stepped on his foot at dance class, apologized profusely, then proceeded to flail like a lunatic and clip him in the eye, leading to another round of horrified apologies. Which had been weird because you were actually a pretty good dancer.
Or how interest had become endearment when instead of disappearing, you showed up the next week with a coffee and a bag full of eye cream, an ice pack, actual ice (that was dripping onto the floor), and cold medicine. Apparently he had also sneezed during the last class and so you had included that in your purchase.
Or how every single one of your ensuing actions had him falling a little bit harder, until he was head over heels with no idea how he even got here.
But Jimin is a coward. He would rather stay in this limbo, your best friend and roommate, than do something that could ruin a friendship he holds so dear.
So, just like always, he says none of those things.
"I don't even go for guys I like and this still happens."
"W-what?"
You stiffen, as if just realizing what came out of your mouth.
"N-nothing," you mutter, your grip tightening in his shirt as you attempt to hide your face in his chest. Your response is enough for him to know you definitely did say that, and he gently pushes you away by your shoulders.
"You like someone? Who isn't Daniel?" Jimin asks softly, feeling his heart sink. The way you refuse to meet his eyes tells him you definitely do, and if it's someone you're embarrassed to bring up then it's one of your mutual friends.
"Jin?" Jimin guesses, hoping his voice sounds curious rather than dejected. It would make sense, Jin is handsome, older, and a great cook. The last time Jimin tried to cook (for you), the two of you had spent the rest of your birthday buying new pans to replace the ones he had destroyed. And then you had cooked him dinner, on your own birthday. That would never happen with perfect Seokjin.
You meet his eyes for the first time, brow furrowed in confusion. "Huh? Jin? No."
Fuck, you're so cute, even with your eyes swollen and snot leaking out of your nose. To distract himself from the closeness of your hot chocolate-smeared lips, he tries again.
"Namjoon?"
Namjoon is even worse at cooking than he is, but is obnoxiously the tallest one of their friend group. He's way smarter than Jimin, and he's seen too many people sigh at his dimpled smile (perhaps even him too sometimes - he's only human!) to believe you're immune to the man's charms.
"Pffft, Joon?" you snort, beginning to look more amused than upset. "I love him, but no."
Huh. He thought for sure it would be one of those two. And then it hits him.
"Oh," he says softly, unable to keep the dejection from his voice. "It's Yoongi, isn't it."
He says it flatly, not really a question, because of course it's Yoongi. The man has a quiet way about him, but not because he's boring or opinionless like Daniel. He just chooses his words carefully. And Jimin knows Yoongi has a soft spot for you, letting you steal his tangerines when anyone else would get yelled at.
You're staring at Jimin as if seeing him for the first time, and he wonders if he's let his current emotions slip out too much. The thought of watching you build a happy life with someone he knows is a better option than him somehow hits harder than watching you date people like Daniel, and he can't hide the misery in his voice. But this is about you, not him, and he doesn't want to burden you with a confession you'll feel guilty about not being able to return.
"You… you really don't know," you say wonderingly, looking pensive and a little… hopeful?
"Know what?" Jimin asks, mentally preparing his heart to hear that you're in love with one of his best friends. A flash of uncertainty crosses your face.
"Don't… don't hate me, okay?" you ask pleadingly. What are you talking about? Jimin could never hate you, even if - wait, are you getting closer?
His brain shuts down when you press your soft, cocoa-smeared lips against his. It takes him far too long to process what is happening, and by that time you've pulled away.
"I- I'm sorry," you stammer, looking panicked at his lack of response. For a moment he can still only stare in disbelief - you kissed him. You kissed him. "Can we forget this ever -"
Jimin surges forward, cutting you off with a kiss much more decisive than yours. You melt into his chest, arms wrapping around his neck as he cups your cheek, hardly daring to believe this is really happening. The remains of the hot chocolate taste sweet, but the gasp you let out when he trails his fingers under your shirt to tickle your waist is even sweeter.
This time, you draw back because your nose is still stuffy and you need to breathe. Your eyes are bright, shining with hope and joy.
"Me?" he breathes, the needy part of him begging for what he's desperately wanted to hear for so long. You're smiling, looking so happy that it's all he can do not to kiss you senseless.
"You," you agree, resting your forehead on his so the tips of your noses touch. "I thought - I didn't think you were interested."
Jimin cups your face with both hands, and when your eyelashes flutter shut he feels his heart melt like the gooey chocolate in your mug.
"I've been in love with you since before you moved in," he groans almost plaintively, making your eyes shoot open in surprise. "Maybe since you gave me that black eye."
You laugh in spite of yourself, and it's Jimin's favorite sound in the whole world.
"I was so nervous that class, you were the most attractive guy I'd ever seen," you giggle, looking down at your lap. You seem a little embarrassed at the admission, but it makes Jimin's heart - and ego - soar.
"Were?" he asks with a pout, dipping two fingers under your chin to tilt your face gently towards him. Your lips part in surprise as you stare back at him, before they twitch into something that looks suspiciously like a smirk.
"I mean, then you introduced me to all your friends…" you tease, making Jimin pout harder. "And somehow you still outshine them all."
It takes a moment for your statement to register, but when they do it's impossible to stop the dopey grin from taking over his face. He's not sure what to say, but when you lean back in for another kiss, he finds that words aren't necessary at all.
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cookikixp · 1 month
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BASILS BDAYYYY MWAAHHH our lil flower boy is awesome as always I JUST WANTED TO ADD MY OC TO THE OFFICIAL ART SOOO HERE IT ISS!!! HAPPY BDAY AGAIN BASILL<333
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"(2/18 - MY BIRTHDAY): It's my 12th birthday today! I thought my friends forgot, but they all surprised me with a strawberry cake. I feel so lucky... also KIKI gave me one of the plushies she knitted, how sweet of her... This year is looking to be a good year!)"
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(2/18 MY BIRTHDAY): Another group photo. This was a little after I opened all my presents! MARI bought me this photo album, and everyone else bought me film for my camera, expect KIKI... i love the plushie she knitted for me, I'm going to cherish it forever...I'll try my best to use it all.)
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kookiyu · 2 months
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I've been rereading from the start for the 28th time and was thinking about the first chapter Namari appears and how strong it is...
We don't know anything about her before now but this exchange she has with Laios is really engaging and tells us a lot about her place in the party and her personality. She and Laios have a shared obsessive fussiness about their particular passions that comes across as really overbearing and offputting to other people... We see throughout the series and in the daydream hour omake chapters that prior to chapter 1 Laios had been hiding his interest in monsters from everyone for a Long Time. He sits on his feelings about things and is a terrible communicator because he's afraid to open his mouth and be completely ostracized by everyone around him, based on his experiences growing up. His silence and passivity usually turns into him being exploited by others (we never learn the exact reason for his desertion but we do know that the caravan he used to work for seemed to treat him especially poorly before Falin showed up.)
Namari, on the other hand, is a huge bitch. She's extremely vocal and opinionated about things and is fearlessly insistent and unashamed of it... Laios sees this part of her and where it comes from and he respects her for it, probably because he looks up to her lack of a filter. The 'undiagnosed autistic person being ruled by shame and self-censoring by just never raising their voice' is a real and common phenomenon and we see it a lot in Laios. His line at the end of the page here and his willingness to face the brunt of her criticism shows how much he appreciates her.
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Meanwhile when she listens to Laios and Senshi talk about how to prepare tentacles and sees him expressing himself unfiltered her expression is just raw shame and dread... In the context of the chapter there's definitely the practical element of "oh my god, he's eating the monster that killed Kiki" but the expressiveness in Kui's art conveys a really particular mix of emotions to me and I can only see it as a kind of projected anxiety towards Laios. It's compromising for her; She cares a lot more than she lets on about the Touden party and Laios himself. There's a sense of responsibility for enabling him and a sense of protectiveness, like 'if anyone else finds out what you're doing they're going to treat you worse than you can imagine!' But I think more than anything she's afraid for herself. Namari is a Dwarf's Dwarf. She was exiled because of something her father did and it's haunted her her entire life... Being closely associated with Laios and the rest of the party would mean not only is she associated with a criminal, she's also involved with the psychos who've been eating monsters. That's on top of the fact that seeing someone she cares about behave the same way that she does without any of the defensive reflexes she falls back on to shield herself makes her scared! You can't just be yourself in front of others like that, because they'll always see the worst in you and run with it. She also seems to struggle with her own feelings towards the party, considering how she's not shy about letting other people know she thinks Laios is weird in contrast to how she can't abandon him or the others when they need her... It's great character writing.
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There's a brief exchange near the end of the chapter/beginning of the next where she talks about the importance of an adventurer's reputation... Other peoples opinions of her matter a Lot, and reasonably so! She's had an unbelievably hard time of it, being exiled from a culture built around extremely close-knit communities and networks of support for something she didn't do... I think it makes complete sense why her motivations seem completely self-interested on the surface, and it's because she needs to find her people. For as shitty as Mr. Tansu can treat her (the human shield thing is bananas; you get the sense that he wouldn't be doing it if he didn't know he could just revive her after), they're also a really close adoptive family, and they all seem to love her a lot (the twins in particular, for obvious reasons). Wanting to be a part of that makes so much sense for her. I love how dense this chapter is looking back with the full context of the series as a whole... As much as I wish she'd had more scenes with everyone, I'm really happy with what we got anyway. Namari leaves such a strong impression in spite how infrequently she shows up... One of my favs for sure
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dhiings · 2 months
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𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝⋆。˚ 𓇼 BASIC INFO STAGE NAME : Jane (제인) BIRTH NAME : Janette Anniston-Choi KOREAN NAME : Choi Soo Nok (최수녹)  SPECIAL NICKNAMEs : jein/nokia/uki (by seventeen member), jini/genie/uki (by carats), nooka/kiki (by eomma), janette/nettie/kiki (by papa), BORN : December 5, 1998, Scotland, United Kingdom ZODIAC SIGN : Capricorn NATIONALITY : Korean-British HEIGHT : 163 cm  (5’3″) WEIGHT : N/A BLOOD TYPE : O REPRESTENTITIVE EMOJI : 🐚 POSITION : Lead Vocalist, Sub Rapper, Visual SUB-UNIT : Hip-Hop Team  INSTAGRAM : @janestchi JANE'S SPOTIFY LIST : Feel it
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼 RANKING Vocal : 9/10 Rap : 8/10 Dance : 6/10 Stage presence : 9/10 Acting : 8/10 Songwriting : 7/10
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼 CLAIMS Face : Yu Aoi (only pics, but it could also be anyone too!) Vocal : Heejin — ARTMS Rap : Heejin — ARTMS
𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝⋆。˚ 𓇼 JANE'S FACTs : Appearance HAIR COLOR : Dark brown (naturally) EYE COLOR : Hazel PIERCINGS : Earlobe on both ears, Helix and Orbital on right ear TATOOS : One medium-sized bluebell flowers on the back
𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝⋆。˚ 𓇼 JANE'S FACTs : Personal • MBTI : ENFJ (2022 – taken by the members) • TRAINEE PERIOD : 2.5 years ( late 2012 - 2015) • She almost debut in pledis’s ex-girl group.  • She’s an only child. • She was born and grew up in Scotland, but moved to Seoul since she was in grade 5. • She went to Dwight School Seoul during high school. • She was initially in vocal unit, but then decided to be moved to hip hop unit • She won the Baeksang Arts Award for Best New Actress in 2023 for her leading work on Crash Course in Romance
𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝⋆。˚ 𓇼 JANE'S FACTs : Trivial • HABITS : pouting when doing/thinking nothing, sticks out tongue when focusing on something, holding people's pink hand or clothes when nervous, etc. • HOBBIES : reading, knitting, going ice skating, exploring museums and art galleries • HIDDEN SKILLS : Using anything as a hair clip, fixing anything broken, • LIKES : bluebells, beaches, rain, rom-com books, math, reading people's mind/body languages • DISLIKES : ghost, alone in darkness, uncontrolled crowds, abrupt loud noises, coconut, bugs
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Jane's masterlist ⋆。˚
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kikiknits · 9 months
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Included both a close up and a zoomed out for reference!
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bbdoll · 11 months
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“saw this legacy challenge in the tags under @ssoulpeace. Since I can’t play a legacy to save my life I tweaked it to my pov and needs so...”
Studio Ghibli Challenge
Year 1 Kiki’s Delivery Service (tweaked)
You’ve spent your entire life living in the bustling suburbs and crave the slower pace of a peaceful homestead in the countryside The catch is that the serene country is bombarded with mundane task and chores, and you have only one suitcase of items and your beloved cat. How will this work out? Maybe that weird sim you keep running into could help you out…
Reward Traits: Creative Visionary, The Knowledge, Marketable  Aspiration: Lady of the Knits
- Start in Henford-of-Bagley - You must live in a cottage with three negative lot traits, and you cannot move or change this said lot traits - Any positive lot traits are banned. - You must start with a cat in your household. - Max your canning, floral and knitting skills (for daily deliveries). - Buy a bee box + bike for deliveries. - Carry forward the Daily Fairing Friend Tradition - offering Finchwick favors. - Attend all Finchwick festivals, and I do mean all of them, unless something more important gets in the way (i.e. work or parenting). - You can have two kids maximum.
Posting extremely relaxed gameplay from time-to-time. If that’s not your thing, just block the tag sgc. 🌻
“the distinguished gentleman fur baby is an edit of Bandido by @saartje77 and he owns my blog now.”
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dipplinduo · 3 months
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DipplinShipping Headcanon!
Kieran is secretly great at knitting thanks to his grandparents.
For the colder holidays, he’s absolutely knitting Juliana the cutest and most comfortable scarfs, sweaters, gloves, and blankets.
Oh my god that's so wholesome stop it. Kiki's grandparents are 100% the reason behind random wholesomeness traits of his
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subtlybrilliant · 2 years
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Had a weird dream I was knitting with some strange tubular yarn (think the material squishmallows are made from, but not sticky), and I was almost done with my project (it was a sweater or shawl, I couldn’t tell), and the tip of my needle nicked the project. This sliced the yarn open and it peeled back on itself and basically imploded the project (the yarn kept bubbling forth and like. Consuming the project from the inside), and the yarn kept disintegrating and devolving form, until it was just a solid brick of plastic.
What does it meeeeean?!
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Day 2- Pumpkins
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A good family activity, pumpkin carving
I HC that Leshy doesn't like the texture of pumpkin innards so Narinder, being a wonderful big brother decides to tease Leshy about it. Heket is just lightly annoyed by their antics but also finds it amusing, Kallamar and Shamura are just doing their own thing, Kiki would've joined in on the carving but that's kinda difficult when you don't have hands.
I will only be doing prompts I want to from this list so don't expect me to do every one of them, I don't want to burn myself out like I did with trying to force myself to knit or write.
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