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Ciao lovelies! I have written before on the topic of Age Regression many times, from explaining what Age Regression is, to Age Regression Self-Care, to Age Regression Journaling. I never explicitly said before now, but I, myself, am an age regressor to cope with stress (and some other mental health reasons). The reason why I have officially decided to come forward and say so is because I feel that I want to keep writing posts on the topic of age regression, some with personal experience perhaps, so I want to be open with you all and let you know why I continue to write on this topic. I’ve also noticed some of this blog’s audience is made up of age regressors like myself, and I want to provide you all with some content from a safe, welcoming, and open-minded source. All that being said, today I’ve decided to write down 101 activity ideas for Age Regressors/ Things to Do When Bored, Age Regression edition. Please be sure to let me know in the comments (yes, you can even comment anonymously!) if you like these ideas, please be sure to tell me your favorite!
101 ACTIVITIES FOR AGE REGRESSORS
Outside Activities for Summer
1.       Play on a swing-set!
2.       Play hopscotch!
3.       Color with chalk!
4.       Build Fairy houses with materials you find outside!
5.       Take pictures of your toys in nature! This works especially well for dinosaur toys, animal toys, et, because they look like they’re meant to be in nature!
6.       Jump rope!
7.       Go swimming!
8.       Go fishing with a net and play catch and release!
9.       Go to a beach and find cool seashells!
10.   Read a book outside in the sun!
11.   Go for an ice cream!
Outside Activities for Fall
12.   Find leaves and flowers and press them into a journal. You can also do Leaf rubbings, where you put a piece of paper over a leaf and use a crayon to rub over it to get the imprint of the leaf on the paper!
13.   Carve a pumpkin!
14.   Go to a pumpkin patch and take lots of pics among the pumpkins! You can even pick out one to take home and make into a Jack-O-Lantern (like #12)!
15.   Collect cool leaves and make a leaf arrangement/wreath!
Outside Activities for Winter
16.   Build a snowman!
17.   Build a snow-fort!
18.   Have a snowball fight!
19.   Try to catch snowflakes on your tongue!
20.   Make snow angels!
21.   Play hide and seek in the snow!
Outside Activities for Spring
22.   Collect flowers and make bouquets!
23.   Make flower crowns!
24.   Play tag with some friends!
25.   Weave grass into cool shapes!
26.   Collect cool rocks/gemstones…You can even pretend to be a dragon who’s collecting rocks for their hoard!
Indoor Activities for Any Season
27.   Redecorate your room!
28.   Clean your room! (I know, bleh, but if you clean then you’ll have a clean slate for #27!)
29.   Change your phone’s wallpaper/lockscreen (check out our Instagram Highlight for some of ours!)
30.   Play with makeup!
31.   Try out new hairstyles!
32.   Play dress up!
33.   Play with some dolls!
34.   Play pretend! You could pretend to be a teacher for your dolls/toys, or even have your stuffies go on super cool adventures with you!
35.   Craft! You can make accessories, décor, toys, clothes, anything! Check out our DIY tag for lots of fun crafts!
36.   Read some kid books!
37.   Stim! I like crinkles when I’m small, and I also like slime and flappy hands!
38.   Play with squishies!
39.   Walk around a store and look at all the toys and kid stuff!
40.   Go on a Dollar Store shopping spree! You can get a lot of stuff at a dollar store for under like $20!
41.   Color in some cool pictures!
42.   Design a new OC (Original Character) 
43.   Draw some comics! They can be of yourself or of your OC’s!
44.   Cosplay your OC’s/any character you like!
45.   Do a photoshoot!
46.   Make a sensory bottle!
47.   Set up a dollhouse!
48.   Make beaded bracelets!
49.   Make yourself a snack!
50.   Or a meal!
51.   Bake some cookies (just be careful with the hot oven, okay?)
52.   Have a dance party with your stuffies!
53.   Make a playlist to regress to!
54.   Find new regression YouTubers!
55.   Play some video games! I love Slime Rancher , Animal Crossing, and more!
56.   Play with some phone apps! I love Animal Crossing Pocket Camp, Pastel Girl, and Pokémon Go!
57.   Try to mix your own perfume!
58.   Design a picture using glitter!
59.   Draw some fashion designs!
60.   Start an age regression journal! 
61.   Practice some age regression self-care!
62.   Make a self-care box!
63.   Make figures from modeling clay!
64.   Paint your nails!
65.   Give your stuffies/dolls a makeover!
66.   Find cute regression music! 
67.   Make posters for your room!
68.   Make gifts for your friends!
69.   Find a new penpal!
70.   Write letters to your pen-pal!
71.   Start a sticker scrapbook!
72.   Open some blind-bags!
73.   Watch some toy youtubers. Our YouTube Channel has some toy videos, my other favorites are Cookie Swirl C and My Froggy Stuff!
74.   Make your own YouTube Channel!
75.   Create a mystery to solve with your stuffies!
76.   Solve a Crossword Puzzle!
77.   Solve a Wordsearch!
78.   Finish a puzzle!
79.   Design your own puzzle!
80.   Make an escape room for your toys!
81.   Paint something!
82.   Watch cute anime like Himouto Umaru Chan!
83.   Watch cute shows on Netflix like Twelve Forever or Hilda!
84.   Watch fun shows on Hulu like Gravity Falls!
85.   Go to the library!
86.   Play chess or checkers!
87.   Watch a movie! I like Welcome to Monster High!
88.   Go see a movie in theatres!
89.   Make temporary tattoos using food coloring!
90.   Make your own T-shirt using a blank T-shirt and fabric paints!
91.   Take a little nap!
92.   Put on a play with or for your stuffies!
93.   Make clothes and accessories for your stuffies!
94.   Make clothes and accessories for your dolls!
95.   Make furniture for your dolls!
96.   Make your own blindbags for a friend!
97.   Upcycle your old clothes and jewelry by designing them into something new!
98.   Visit a thrift store!
99.   Go to a museum!
100. Go to the mall!
101.  Visit an Arcade!
WHEW! I hope that is enough ideas for you bored little ones out there. Have a great day!
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CAMELLIA'S FATE
"Would you come?"
2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT × 6k | TATTOOIST! PARK JAY × READER
SUMMARY was it a string of fate when your bestfriend claimed your art as her own, that not even after six years does it suffice the desire for revenge blooming in your heart, claiming it as a call for making it even—that you stumble upon a tattoo studio, and your eyes falling upon the same flower on a young man's neck.
WARNING/GENRE emptiness, lost of passion (?), slight profanity, angst, fluff, romance, reader is a painter!
AUTHOR'S NOTE a short story I wrote during a period of writing and art block. well, it ain't that short anymore 💀
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“Huh.. What should I do?” You pouted with your head buried deep inside your arms as another art block hit you like a truck.
Studies had by far consumed your life to the point you couldn’t grab the paintbrush between your fingers and create something, and now that the semester had ended, that you had free time laid across in front of you like a vast ocean waiting for you to swim through it, you couldn’t.
It was as if something is holding you back which had you wondering if this was the end for your childhood passion?
Draw something simple. You thought. But it seriously ain’t that simple to brush the tips of your paintbrush against the gigantic canvas. Still.. You lowered your neck, utimately focusing your orbs onto your paper, hoping or waiting for something to come out of it.
What would it be? A person? A furniture? The nightsky? The empty can on the edge of the desk beside you? What is it?
Your finger swayed the paintbrush across the canvas over and over again but to your dismay, nothing came out of it — only scribbles of something you couldn’t comprehend, in which you originally thought of a house.
Your phone's screen turns on with a notification popping up along the lockscreen.
[11:49PM] Somi<3: hiyaa, the competition’s gettin close :( i’m nervous
[11:49PM] you: that’s fine *patpat* you’re so good at art, pretty sure you’ll get top 1 yk
[11:56PM] Somi<3: reallyyy? ><
[11:57PM] you: ofc ofc, now just get to your hmw and just keep practicing :3
The flamboyant flower showcasing it’s magnificent beauty up on the ceiling, the engraved pattern across your ceilings, you remember that you once stepped on the ladder when your parents were renovating your room and you took the chance to did so despite the danger. Painting over the ceiling with the pink-stained paint brush between your tiny fingers, with a smile so wide and bright, eyes crinkling to half moons as you did so.
Well, the flower you drew turn out horrible to say the least, with the outline wavery and inconsistent, the colours were not bold enough on some parts and some of them going past the outline.
Eyebrows twitching upon the sight, you scoffed in a lighthearted laugh. No matter how ugly it was to be honest, it had managed to stay that long.
Long enough to not be erased by the changes of time, the plants grew old, the furniture had their paints peeled off, the tv in the living room had begun glitch off, the store you’ve been to had been shut down for whatever reason, and even the star in the sky exploded to ashes when the time has come. But for whatever reason it has, the flower you drew on the ceiling yet still manage to look as beautiful as ever. You let out a giggle at the thought of that maybe the drawn flower had a purpose that’s why it was still boldly alive in sight.
Without much thought and the smile still ever so bright on your lips, you begun to draw on the paper with the flower in thought—wishing for your efforts to pay off, cause that's how it works right?
However, jokes on you, your efforts was futile.
Truly futile.
Your vision turning into a field of vagueness as your tears drowned you into the deep ocean — those that held spike up thorns below the sea.
Why are you crying? Why aren’t you fighting back?
Tightening your fist so tight that your nails began to hurt your palms, there was nothing really left to fight back anymore since you aint got nothing left anymore when the fruits of your efforts were ripped away from you with no mercy nor one glance of contempt for all of their eyes were on—
Her.
“Somi! Congratulations! You did really well!”
A giggle so loud and so annoying it clutches your heart within, there she was in her brightest glory; bouquets of flowers beneath her arms, bright blonde silk hair going down her uniform skirt—those that you once brushed with a hair comb back then. That piece of beige hairband that had the signature butterfly pattern on it, one that matched with the one on your hair right now.
Seeing her gave you nothing but resentment and anger.
One by one, each and one of them in line up in the stage as they congratulated her for winning the top prize of the masterpiece of an art, something she said was her own.
Bullshit. It wasn't yours. Thus you screamed in the back of your mind, head so low you could see nothing but your tears staining the red carpeted floor. The raging applause submerging you into more pain, pain and pain! You couldn’t take it anymore, the scene that mocks you to your very core; the girl that you claim as your bestfriend stole everything from you and yet, and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to stand up and walk straight to her and give her a piece of your mind.
For it’s no use, the only thing it would do was ruin your reputation and you can’t do that. You know you can’t do that. You can’t..
You stood up on your feet with eyes glaring deep at the girl herself, who in turn finally noticed you after awhile. Your breath hitched in so deep when you observed the corner of her lips tugging up to her cheeks, and her brown orbs stared at you in a mere contempt.
That alone was sufficient for one sentence to arise inside your starving soul for revenge, You’ll fall. Just like that flower behind you. One day you will.
At last, you turned your back out of spite–full in rage as you did so. With the spectacle of a scene behind you holding a thousand emotions of joy, flashes of camera filled the entire room.
“Somi! Look at here!”
“1, 2..” flashes of the camera consumed the entire space every few seconds, “3!”
“The painting truly is breathtaking, isn’t?” two women from behind marvels at the colossal canvas before them.
“Truly it is, that painter is so talented it’s making me jealous.” The other in turn, giggled.
“Well, it does takes an effort to reach such prestigious level.”
You returned home, dropping your bag on the ground as you did so, taking the jug to pour a water in the glass. The dim light from outside reflected against the glass, forming a sea-like diamonds. But you knew, it didn’t came from the glass.
Your source of inspiration, your muse. All was vain, truly futile. Hoping that it would turn out well. Except it didn’t turn well.
Your very source of inspiration and effort had been stolen, now leaving you with nothing but emptiness. You were nothing and you had nothing now.
The wooden paintbrush snapped into separate pieces as you smashed it against the floor, a mockery metaphor of yourself. It has been months. Months it was since that incident occured and ever since then you couldn’t find the heart to lay the tip of the paintbrush against the canvas anymore.
As if something was missing from your heart, what is this? It felt like you no longer have the love for painting anymore, it felt like there was nothing to let out anymore even when you have dozens and dozens of ideas kept hidden in your journal, something you occasionally wrote onto whenever you had burst of ideas.
And yet, when you took them out, when you tried to paint again—there was no beat that rang through your ears and hug your heart. It’s suffocating. It’s too empty.
“I don’t like.. To paint anymore?..” a question you laid out against yourself, merely vibrating through the entire studio. Your dark orbs fell on your palms as you splayed it before you, “Please.. Come back.”
“Give it up, (Name). There’s no way you could do anything against her parents..” your classmate mumbled as she took another bite from her ice cream. "You can always make another painting again?"
Those words rang deep in your mind, mocking your very soul. It ain't that easy. Pouring your entire soul to a creating a piece is like raising your own child with utmost affection and care, and to have it mercilessly rip apart from you is akin to ripping your soul away as well.
A hollow, hollow hole inside your body that you were unable to see—only grew even bigger and wider.
Weeping in the corner of your room, as you buried your face in comfort of your arms. “W-was it my fate that it had to be this way?”
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「6 YEARS LATER」
“I apologise but we don’t take any customers who don’t do an appointment first.” the man apologetically bow down, surprised you were but didn’t protest.
How could you? You gulped down your throat in embarrassment as your orbs darted around the studio's signboard;
Quite a bit embarrassed to say the least that you didn’t plan it first but what can you do? You bow down parallel to the ground, turning towards the street as impatience consumed you. You raise your wrist, staring at your watch with the small arrow pointing towards 11 am—a few hours left before 4pm—the ticking clock signifying the end.
You couldn't afford to wait another week and find another tattoo store. Not anymore.
It has been 6 years since that fateful day, a horrendous fate you simply wishes you could forget but life is too miserable to let you to even do so—not when your eyes fell on the devil—your ex best-friend's face was splattered on the billboard, interviews, offers, every single thing had her on the pinnacle of the world.
Because of your artwork. From the very beginning, it’s not that she wasn’t good at art, heck she was talented in it but didn’t care enough to put an effort for the final competition. She even told you and persuade you to join instead, but foolish you were that you didn’t realise she was a double edge sword. Two parts of you were wishing for her demise, and another wishing that she would soon realise her mistake and come begging at you but you know that won’t happen.
The world, and it’s people are far too prideful to admit their mistakes, after all. We all trample on each other, and only very few people can manage to be selfless. It’s not that being selfish is bad, nor being selfless is—and there will be a time where we are forced to put ourself or another, yet what you couldn’t accept was when they deliberately chose to do so.
That’s what you can never forgive. It’s unforgivable.
6 horrendous years of lifetime wasted upon a single betrayal—back then you were 19, now you were 25.
Since the days of your spring, you always wanted to have a tattoo, not a flamboyant one, a simple one that is for a simple reminder to accompany you throughout your life but now you couldn't have thought that it would be through this way.
A few days ago, you've heard that Somi's public fansign will be held at the city, which is today. You've been waiting for this very day. Clutching the labeled tiny bottle in your hands had you taking a deep breathe, fear consumed your veins as you imagine how her face would evaporate once you threw this on her. Sure, you were breathing but there was no root of life anywhere inside you anymore, so why would she?
Today should be her last day, however she should be grateful as she won't be alone in the underworld, after all. You'll escort her back to where she truly belongs judging by what she did to you.
“Miss!" You paused on your tracks immediately. "You don’t have to leave, I can do it for you.” a breathless sigh emits from the man behind you.
“But—! That’s against the rules. You knew Sir. Park would-”
“It’s okay, I got my last client done so I’m free anyways. Plus, you wouldn’t blow up my cover, wouldn’t you?”
The other guy ruffled through his hair, simply sighing in return. “Ugh, fine.”
A chuckle emits from the person who called for you. “I knew I could count on you.”
You slowly turned to the man in question—jet black shirt, rolled over sleeves, tall frame, black slicked hair, pair of silver round earrings, metal piercing on the top of his ear, tattoos of what you make out to be florals adorning the left side of his neck since his collars hid almost a part of it, and that radiant smile of his. His eyes glowing and his cheeks growing—a stark contrast from his outer appearance.
Hot. That's it. He's drop dead hot.
"Miss—" the man's gleaming eyes fell on your shorter frame, pausing for a millisecond before clearing his throat, gesturing his hands inside the studio. "This way."
"U-uhm, thank you."
He guided you inside the shop where a leather foldable chair was laid across the centre of the room, and a bunch of containers with tools specifically made for tattooing was placed on the table.
You sat on top of it, making yourself comfortable but somehow you choke on your saliva when the boy sat on another chair, leaning a tad bit close far to your own liking. Or was it just really your first time that the close proximity caught you off guard?
"So?" almost akin to a dropping melody, your stomach evaporates with his voice much to your surprise. "What kind of tattoo would like to have on your skin?” He asked, still having radiance adorning his face, the question were voice out too lively and joyous for no reason.
He's hot. You gotta admit that, but drooling at this point won't get you anywhere. Too bad, you met him a tad bit late or else you would've make a first move.
"M-miss?"
"Oh! My bad, my bad." You brush it off nonchalantly, clearing your throat.
Seems like this type of job doesn't do any justice to him, in your opinion. You’d expected that tattooist would perhaps be cold and indifferent, however he was no close to your impression of one. But does your opinion matter? So you kept it and stayed silent from voicing out such hasty words just like before.
“A flower.” you fiddled through your bag, mentally cussing yourself for a whole minute before your fingers came into contact with the cold metal—finally swiping through your gallery and handing your phone to the man.
His dark brown orbs beams alike the sun rays as a noticeable grin pulled up within his cheeks which made you raised your eyebrow in confusion.
"I have the same tat, if you want to see just for example of how it would look like on yours." Excitement laced his voice.
Appalled by his suggestion, you simply replied. "Sure."
Jay didn't expected you to simply agree so quick, which had him letting out a few coughs in attempts to conceal his initial shock.
Quite flustered inside but his outer demeanour remain calm and composed as his fingers made their way through the hem of his collars, each one unbuttoning his shirt till it was enough for his collarbone and chest to be half exposed, revealing the masterpiece adorning his skin.
You didn't expect yourself to be this surprised or even speechless, yet it was truly gorgeous over how the patterns were carefully drilled into his skin and how the outline were so bold and lively despite its colours being only grey and black. You almost forgot that you loathe this flower alot, to be honest.
You inhaled a deep breathe, blinking utterly slow to take in the beauty. "So pretty. D-did you got this from someone or?"
"I did it myself.." Jay replied in a nonchalant manner, yet goosebumps washed over his skin as you leaned closer observing his tattoos in amazement. His orbs rattled against the walls, trying his best to avoid looking at you. Now that he wonder after an eternity watching the walls, has it always been this dirty? Gulping with his lips pressed tight. "W-would you like the exact same as this then, or something different?"
He breathe a long sigh after you fixed your posture, his hands fiddled the hems of his black sleeve to dampened his rampant heart—wondering if you could hear it a moment ago.
"Something like this, however I think.. It would look like we are having matching tattoos then.” You let out a small giggle at that thought, rosy hues dusted off his cheeks when you mention that particular sentence. “Ah, I want it to have a color then. That way, it won’t seem like it.”
Jay's nails dug under his chair, his arms frozen as he processed your words from within.
"Did I said?.."
"No, no— Nothing wrong with that." You observed him pressing his lips tight in an awkward manner as he stood up, the chair creaking as he did so. Standing he did, before the shelves filled with numerous ink bottles of all colours and shades. His hand gestured over them, attentive he was you observed, seemingly waiting for your answer. "I’ll get the color for you then.. Which one?”
"Hm,” pointing your index finger towards the ink bottle with the label, “Red”
His fingers quickly wrapped itself around the bottle, focusing on the label for a good three seconds looking back at you, pulling up a small smile. “Red, I see? That’s a pretty good choice. It’s apparently rare for me to have clients choosing red for tats.”
“Really? That’s new to me.”
“Yep, then.. what kind of red would you like on your camellia?” Again, he stood before a shelf with red ink bottles with all different shades.
Sighing, you stood up, brushing the bottles but not almost to avoid being rude by touching someone’s else personal tools and supplies. It didn’t go unnoticed how the young man beside you, were immensely focused at where your fingers go on about.
“How about ruby?” you gestured your index finger towards the specific labeled bottle, a memory of the gigantic canvas flashes through your mind. “ I don’t like it too bright, actually.” Better if it’s darker in shade—that it would serve her mind till engraved in her soul, the very fruit of her own actions towards you.
Jay lapped his tongue over his lower lip, gulping down his throat as he nodded. “Very well then.”
Nodding as you went back to your seat, it caught you off guard when your eyes fell on the man. Clearing your throat to get his attention, "U-uhm, sir?"
His left eyebrow raised in confusion, doe eyes enveloping your form and it didn't help at all with what you're seeing right now.
"Your shirt.." you held the need to say anything further considering how his eyes ogled out at his exposed torso, giggling awkwardly he did as he buttoned his shirt back. "L-let's get it started then?"
"Alright!"
"So, where do you want to have it on your skin?" He asked, which to you was a bit vague. "On your arm? Your hand? Or.. your back?"
"Hm?" Your eyebrow furrowed at every body part he mentioned, and it only deepens the more your brain processed it. Oh fuck, right. How did I even forgot? "H-ow about m-my neck?"
Pain, that's all you thought. But you seriously wanted the tattoo to be as obvious as fuck for your ex best friend's eyes to ogle at. So you were in utter dilemma. "It.. doesn't hurt that bad, right..?"
"The neck is the most painful part to get a tattoo."
Well shit, I'm screwed. You whimpered as your back slouched in devastation, forget about revenge—you're seriously a dumbo for doing a last minute plan. Your eyes darting over the wall and to the patient man standing before you, you held the need to pout.
Jay noticing your dilemma, cleared his throat. "How about the side of your neck? Just like mine? It doesn't hurt that bad, actually."
"Are.. you sure?" Forming a comforting smile, he nodded. "Alright.."
"Alright! So.." Jay held the need to blink like a maniac as he gestured to your collar, "Your collar, we need to tattoo the side.. of your neck right?"
"Huh..?"
Oh.. right. How did you even forget? Your cheeks began to heat up by the thought as you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, your shoulders slightly exposed as it dangled off.
Your body froze on it's own when his delicate touch brushes against your bare arms, his right hand pulling up your right sleeve back to your shoulder. You didn't realise him closing the distance with you as you were in your deep thought, holding your head low in attempts to avoid his dark grey orbs looking into your soul. Yet his voice causes tingles around your neck, goosebumps washing over your skin.
"We just need the side of your neck, okay..?" Delicate to touch, the twinkles of his eyes met yours. "Relax."
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Those blooming bouquets—a symbol of mockery to you along with the gigantic canvas you've created with nothing but pure efforts were presented before everyone as her's. Those silky blonde hair that dangled off her shoulders simply flooding your eyes with tears. That smug look of hers that resurfaced after people were gone, which was evidently for you.
A set of bustling applauses filled the space, a melody to her ears and a mockery to your existence—causing the ground beneath you to shatter into a neverending hollow sinkhole.
“Agh!-”
The sight of the beige-coloured ceiling was what met your wide shot eyes for a whole minute before the drilling pain brought you back to reality, causing your mouth to hang apart—whimpering with every contact of the needle.
“It might hurt, but it has to be something you got to bear if you want the camellia on your skin..”
You almost forgot, how could you even? Your dazed orbs slowly fell on his face as he keeps talking to you even when you couldn't really understand him—his voice soothes the strings of your heart so much it had you calm down instantly despite the tip of the needle punching under your skin every millisecond.
Vagueness encircled around your vision, yet his portrait remain crystal clear due to the close proximity—his faint cherry lips moving with motion as he uttered inaudible words, the set of dust particles fleeting across the tip of his nose, hitting the sun rays from behind him. His eyelashes fluttering in a delicate motion as he remained immensely focused—he seems fitted enough to be your muse, doesn't he?
"You slept really well." He said, causing your cheeks to burn in embarrassment. Now that he mentioned it, you did slept judging by how much time had passed since the session started.
Your eyebrows furrowed at his words, wondering if you were his only client that fell asleep during session. Holding the need to cringe as you imagine yourself sleeping ever so comfortably before a stranger. "U-uh? Am I the..?"
He hummed in return, but before you could even explode. "It's nice though, that's how I know I'm doing good." The apples of his cheeks grew wider, melting your heart to a dripping honey.
At some point, the pain was nonexistent, partly of it because of his advice, and partly was observing him throughout the entire session.
“If I may ask, why do you want to have a flower as a tattoo?” He asked, which to you was kind of abrupt.
“Don’t you have any customers that like a flower tattoo before?” you asked him suspiciously in which he let out a soft giggle, amused by your reaction.
He shook his head ever so little as he smiled, “Of course I did, just a bit curious about.. you.”
Huh, flirty I see. You hummed inside your head, a bit amused.
"I could say the same thing to you too, why of all things—a flower was your last pick?" you asked him.
"It saved my life."
Ha, saved his life? What a stark contrast that flower did to you and him. While it saves him, it brings destruction to you instead. These ferocious petals serve a whole different meaning to you and him.
"You?.."
“There isn’t anything interesting in particular, just something I..” you paused in between, trying to carefully pick out your words, “Have to do in order to make something alive again.”
“I understand.” his lips tugged up in a small smile, and the rest soon formed into a calming solitude. You expected him to raise another question out of curiosity but to your surprise, he didn't. Somehow, it brought a calming river to your heart that he simply choses not to.
You weren’t quite sure if he notice since he was too absorbed in what he was doing which is pretty understandable, either way you watched him as if he was a scenery or more like a season, if it was a season then—cold spring would be the perfect season to describe him altogether.
He’s hot, you gotta admit. Not that you were so into him, but you gotta give it to the fact that he had that aura that somehow pulls you into wanting to know more about him, atleast, or you can call it curiosity at the best.
“Your name?” you blurted out without much thought. After all, what could go wrong in asking a simple name? After all, this would be the last time.
“M-my name?”
“Hm.. yes.” you raised your eyebrow at him, noticing that he’s a bit slow at picking things up despite his cold upfront aura.
“Jay. You can call me Jay.” he looks down, eyelashes fluttering.
“Mr. Jay.." the name tasted like melody on your tongue, "Suits you pretty well.”
You could notice that he was truly shy, a stark contrast from the tats adorning the side of his neck and down to his arms. “What’s yours?..”
“(Name).”
“It suits you too, (Name).” Simple and straightforward, yet it felt so comforting to hear him imitate your way of speech.
“Thank you-” your breath caught in the back of your throat when his pretty dark orbs looked deep into your soul.
“S-sorry.” He mumbled as his eyebrows knitted together.
“Never mind bout it,” you brush it off, but appalled by those unusual reactions that you can’t seem to get used to. “I-it hurts.. though."
“Oh right-”
He hummed in the back of his throat, those chords of his voice vibrating through your eardrums as the passage of time flowed. The chill atmosphere enveloped your form—despite the drilling tool under your inner skin—hushing you back to slumber despite your efforts trying to resist it. However pitch darkness consumed your vision, and you heard his voice echoing through your slumber. "Sleep well, miss."
Jay observes your eyes falling into deep slumber, taking another look at the labeled 'ruby' bottle for a few moments and back again to your ragged out form that he somehow founds to be emitting solemn. You seem tired, sad, and that you seem to have been crying for god knows how long, it was a baseless assumption, for sure. But he could feel it. Somehow, you reminded him of the day he was like you before.
Softened breeze a few minutes ago has formed into a harsh punch to his face, that belongs to a particular someone as he to felt it against his skin.
“You can’t see a thing! How can you even paint? How can you even?!”
Cans of filled up paints scattered on the floor, while the the dripping colourful shades dripped from his splayed fingers to the ground, biting his lip in desperation, he answered in full blown outrage.
“It’s not my fault that I can’t see anything! Besides, color is not the only medium for art!”
“This won’t do, this is hopeless. You’re hopeless.” The man shook his head, eyes filled with both contempt and annoyance, and with that he stormed off. “Give up, people like you who can never see colors aren’t fitted for this industry. Just give up, Jay."
The thought of his father's words voicing it rang like an ominous bell across the empty labyrinth of the mind and heart of the young man himself.
The door slammed before his solemn, broken form, drenched on colours he could never had the chance to differentiate.
Voice so hoarse it sound so pitiful with the mixture of the empty nightsky. He looks up to prevent any more tears to fall down his cheeks. "What a joke..” a breathless sigh puff up in the air mixing with the tiny dust orbs, tears of moonlight called out for help. “Ah. Was it fate that I had to be born this way?”
He turns his phone open after a short sigh of pain, ragged fingers and chip nails scrolls through the countless pictures of stranger splattered across the internet—smiles, laughter, eyes crinkling akin to half moons with their fingers wrapped around the shiny wine glass as they raise it up to the ceiling, another one has their parents standing on their either side for their graduation photo, swipe down a tiny bit more—and a sweet picture perfect of a small family reflected against his dark orbs.
“Huh..?” the tip of his finger glued against the glowing screen as his eyes hovered on it, pupil dilating as it continued to observe the painting slowly. His breath caught to the very back of his throat, his lungs tightening as it took all it got, tongue remain frozen to the edges of his teeth as his mind tried to make out of what he was seeing.
Monochromes. The shades akin to a graveyard and the deafening silence of crow engulfing his sight but.. Intricate patterns of something flew across his eyes, where was it? He looked up, head snapping to where that object flew to. Gone. Gone it was.
What was that? He looked down at his phone again, the painting; the canvas was massive, with dried acrylic paint on the edges, and the composition laying on between where it’s main character was no man nor woman, nor a child nor an animal, neither a furniture nor a statue but..
A single flower standing out against everything.
“It’s so b-beautiful..” sniffing as he stuttered, pausing in between as he finally kept his eyes closed, not noticing that he had it opened wide and bright in taking the colossal beauty of it that it had grew dry with the wind hitting right against it. As he fluttered it open, his eyes was greeted by the mesmerizing beauty once again.
He couldn’t make out of what kind of color it was yet it’s wholly captivating, perfectly showcasing the artistic skills of the creator—efforts evident, and passion enveloping the gigantic canvas.
“I wonder what is it called?”
An unnamed flower unfolding it’s monochrome robes to the core of his heart, it felt as if he finally had a reason to live for.
"Camellia." Jay breathe out as he meticulously drilled the ink into your skin, taking a form of the flower he wholeheartedly adore. Flowers, it was surely not his first time to have a client wishing for a flower as a tattoo, and surely you won't be the last client either. But the fact that you asked for a specific flower that holds a tremendous meaning to him—brought him inner solace and bliss that you gave him the chance to do so.
For sure, it wasn't probably your intention. But Jay still would like to think of that, nevertheless.
Imitation is the best form of flattery, it shows how you're adamant and determined to be as skilled as the one you look up to regardless of art form. As the passage of time stretched even further, so does the artist himself; each soul grows to their own uniqueness.
And to Jay, himself—he aspires to be as good as the artist that created the painting—the fact that the artist had such blazing passion and skills that it brought the whistles of life to his soul, brought him a tiny doses of envy. But it was those emotions, that kept him going through all seasons despite the obstacles.
His eyes fell on your sleeping face once again, wishing for you to be happy once you see it, hoping that it would bring you the same effect the way it did to him. "(Name)."
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"Just give up," familiarity yet indifference laced the blonde haired's aura, her crimson lips pulled up to her cheeks—forming a menacing smirk. "No one would believe you, (Name)."
Rattling orbs shot wide open, your hands clutched your chest—rampant heart behind those ribs vibrating through your eardrums. The dream, no the memories—pulling you back to your ugly reality.
Confused, you raised your eyes—looking for Jay, yet he was nowhere to be found in the midst of the silent space. Your eyes fell upon the clock on the wall before you, it’s arrows pointing towards a sunset hour making your jaw dropped slightly.
2:54pm—exactly one hour left before the fateful hour. You faltered for too long, didn’t you?
"Hey, you're awake." Jay's long fingers fiddled deep his pockets, approaching you from behind.
"Oh, um. Why didn't you wake me up?"
Taken aback but regained his composure just as quickly, "Just.. you've been sleeping really well. So I thought I'd let you get a few more hours, you know."
"Ah," you found yourself a tad bit wavered by his words, tucking the hair strands covering your vision behind your ear. A genuine smile adorned your lips, feeling grateful for his seemingly insignificant consideration. "Thank you.."
“No p-problem, so why don’t you look at it?” Jay's eyes darted over the chair beside him, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked back at you again, on a particular spot on your neck.
Only then you realise the stinging pain on your collarbone. You turned towards the mirror behind you, stroking your finger against the faint red and stinging spot.
It hurts. But it was worth it as the engraved intricate petals adorning your neck, was a sugary sight to your eyes. “It’s so pretty.” you swallowed a lump of saliva down your throat in attempts to prevent the salty tears forming in your eyes, for it truly was breathtaking to look at.
You captured the sight of his familiar beaming smile harmonising with his eyes as always from the mirror's reflection, evidently proud of his artwork adorned on your skin.
Smiling at yourself, you swiftly turn the chair facing him. Standing up on your feet, you leaned in closer—not that close, but enough to take some reaction out of him that you wanted to see once more before you go. One last time.
“Thank you, Mr. Jay.” you said, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have the chance to.. you know."
“I-it’s my pleasure, Miss (Name).” he looks away, abashed in silence yet the rosy hues on the apple of his cheeks were giving it away for you.
“Well then, I’d have to go.”
You weren't sure if it was a fragment of your imagination—that his dark grey orbs seems to lose sun rays within it. However the twinkles of his eyes returned as he gave another smile to you clenched your heart this time, as you walked through the hallway you entered a few hours ago. Feeling a bit emotional, unfortunately.
Pausing just before the entrance's edge, turning your heels around to take another look at your favourite smile, “I wish you a good day.”
"Have a good day, too." Jay nodded, feeling a bit lost at the sight of the soft strands of your hair flowing down the twinkle of your half-moon smiles as it reflected in grey hues of the sunlight.
Facing the long street ahead of you with a decided destination, you raise your arms—waving your hand at the boy without looking back. You weren't sure if he was still there, maybe.. he wasn't looking anymore. You didn't dare to turn your head so as to not raise any hope, not anymore. Not gonna lie, you wish you could stay a bit more.
A destination that leads to the root of your destruction, would you atleast try to hold yourself? Maybe not, this tattoo on your neck serves a reminder of your ruined life—to finally get it even with her.
Coal washes over Jay's vision like fleeting dust.
He, himself, had always been in a state of dust particles washing over his monochrome vision. Just like right now as he watches your figure walking off the street— fleeting particles follow you from behind, encircling around your motion. The colours he couldn't see are for sure muted and distant, however your energy brought this monochromes into blooming hues.
Somehow it also feels odd to see the flower he adores on a girl he barely knew, a simple name that he can only taste on the tip of his tongue.
But all it was to him, was akin to ashes of coal in different shades. However, you stood and went away in the brightest shade of coal despite the colourless land. Your hair swaying with the breeze as you walk off, the way you carried yourself was something that he couldn't fathom.
Somehow, an ominous thought washes over the back of his mind, constantly pushing it further; would you float away like the passing clouds and never return again? He shakes off the thought, letting out an awkward chuckle. What would he gain from this either way? You were just another client, after all.
Another client.
“Miss!”
Feet stuck on the ground after his voice flew into your ears, your stomach grew butterflies as you turned your head over your shoulder to look at the distraught boy.
“What’s the matter.. Mr. Jay?”
Jay gulped down his throat, avoiding your gaze as he approached you like the motion of fleeting petals. His feet betraying his initial thoughts, causing him to look even more distraught. “I— ah.. forgot to say, but.. you have to come here next week to check your tat twice just for safety measures, you know.”
“Next week?..” raising your eyebrow at the thought, you were appalled that you even hesitated. There’s no more next week, nor a tomorrow—it’s all pointless. Your glistened orbs fell on your dappled yellow shoes. “I don’t think I can. But I appreciate it, Mr. Jay."
His hands behind his back formed into a slight fist.
"B-but.. I don't think the camellia's gonna survive if you let it just like that, you know." Jay took two steps closer, his feet stuck on the ground as the firm breeze brushed the monochrome petals on the side of his neck, just like the freshly engraved on yours. "The colours, I mean."
"Huh..?"
Now that you look at him with the golden hues of the sun infused in his eyes like honey, you've come to notice the desperation, determination and hope evident inside those softened orbs, and most importantly—the silent blooming of affection.
“Would you come?”
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hookhausenschips · 11 months
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Prompt List
Here are the prompts, if you need an idea for a request!
Angst
(1) “All I’ve ever wanted is for you to see me.”
(2) "What is it about me that isn't good enough?"
(3) "Don't look at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you still love me."
(4) "I'm a fool for believing you meant what you said."
(5) "When did you stop loving me?"
(6) "Stop pretending that you care"
(7) "You deserve better"
(8) I don’t want to see you ever again”
(9) “Let me hold you for a bit longer”
(10) “No, don’t say that”
(11) “You promised, does that mean nothing to you?”
(12) “Don’t make this harder than it already is”
(13) “Don’t say goodbye, it only makes it worse”
(14) “I trusted you more than anyone else and you lied”
(15) “I’m done trying so hard for you to never even look in my direction”
(16) “You weaponised my kindness against me, and now you want to grovel for forgiveness?”
(17) “You know what? You can go shove that apology up your ass because I don’t want to hear any of it.”
(18) “So, what? This was all a game for you? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
(19) “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t lie to me this whole fucking time, you fucking asshole!”
(20) “Are you crying because of them again?”
(21) “I gave you my all yet you couldn’t even give half of you to me.”
(22) "I won't let you humiliate me anymore."
(23) "The only thing I want back from this relationship is my sanity."
(24) "Cheating certainly wasn't the answer now was it?"
(25) "I would have done anything for you!"
(26) "Don't forget to pull the knife out of my back when you leave."
(27) “You've never looked at me like that before."
(28) "Please! Just give me one more chance."
(29) "I hope you find happiness, even if it's not with me."
(30) "I'll always be watching over you from a distance."
(31) "I don't think my heart can take watching you love someone else again."
(32) "After everything we've been through, you still don't think that I love you?"
Fluff
(33) "Keep smiling at me like that."
(34) "I'm not drunk enough for this."
(35) "Ihaven't seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages."
(36) "You're everything I could've wanted and more."
(37) “That was kind of hot."
(38) "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."
(39) "You come here often?" "Well considering I work here, yes."
(40)"You should probably go home." "But I'm already home."
(41) "Could you say that again?" "Were you not listening?" "No I was, I just like hearing your voice."
(42) "You make me feel at home"
(43) "Why are you wearing my sweater?" "Because it smells like you."
(44) "It's you, it always has been."
(45) “I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now?"
(46) “We always hold hands, why are you acting weird?"
(47) "I'm so sick of watching you throw away your happiness for people who don't treasure it! I love you!"
(48) "I think I'm falling in love with you."
(49) "I'm pretty certain that you are the only thing that fills my head these days."
(50) "Oh, that smile — please never stop smiling.”
(51) "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."
(52) "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"
(53) “Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooo." "You're wearing it, aren't you?"
(54) "OH you're jealous!"
(55) "He's/She’s so pretty I think I'm gonna faint."
(56) "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"
(57) "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."
(58) "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"
(59) "You bought me flowers?" "Yeah, well I noticed you'd seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up."
(60) "Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance."
(61) "Why are you staring at me?" "Because I think you're beautiful."
(62) "The world gets a little brighter when you’re around."
(63) "They say we won't last." "Then lets prove them wrong."
(64) "You come here often?" "Well, I work here. So think I'd have to say 'yes'."
(65) "Aww, you're blushing. I like that look on you."
(66) softly smiling at each other from across the room
(67) reassuring touches
(68) leaning into the other person
(69) “ I was supposed to take a shower alone but sure, jump right in''
(70) catching each other undressing and very obviously checking each other's bodies out
(71) “I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but that doesn’t mean I regret it one bit.”
(72) “Through both the good and the bad, I’ll always be here, by your side.”
(73) "I'm going outside to make out... care to join me?"
(74) "You can stay but your clothes must go."
(75) "S-Stop staring at me like that!"
(76) "I saw that. You just checked me out."
Smut
(77) Friends With Benefits
(78) squirting for the first time
(79) “I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”
(80) “Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”
(81) “My God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”
(82) Soft whines and whimpers; held back noises because they don’t want anyone else hearing them; a plea for more without the use of words.
(83) “Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.”
(84) “Wanna hear you beg for it, yeah?”
(85) “Where do you want me to touch you?” “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me. Please.”
(86) “I wanna taste you on my lips again.”
(87) “Fuck, just touch me already! Just— just do something!” “Not so fast. We’ve still got the whole night/day ahead of us.”
(88) “Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”
(89) “You want to cum?” “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?”
(90) “You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this.”
(91) “Look at you, drooling over my thighs. You wanna ride them that bad?” “Y-yes please.”
(92) “Hands behind your back.”
(93) “You can take it, you’ve done it before.”
(94) “Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”
(95) “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”
(96) “ I don't bite, you know.. unless it's called for.”
(97) “WE SHOULD FUCK. like right now, right here. hard, fast. pin me down, kiss me hard, look me in the eyes and fuck me like you've never fucked someone before.”
(98) “your face would look better between my legs.”
(99) “excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.”
(100) “now spread your legs and try to tell me all about your day.”
(101) “now will you please sit on my face already?”
(102) “bite the pillow and ride it out, sweetheart."
(103) “quit whining. you'll get your turn.”
(104) “look at you, panting like a bitch in heat.”
(105) “babe, you need to stay hydrated if we're going to keep this fuck fest alive."
(106) “when i'm done with you, you won't even remember him/her.”
(107) "They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous."
(108) "Earn it!"
(109) "You're such a dirty girl/boy, of course this excites you."
(110) "Give me a show, babygirl/baby boy.”
(111) "You like it when we both fuck you at the same time, isn't that right, babygirl?"
(112) "You're so hot when you take charge."
(113) "You want me to record you?"
(114) "Have you always been this kinky?"
(115) "I found your dildo, you want to use it in front of me?”
(116) "Be careful, I don't want you to choke."
(117) "Fuck, I love it when you scream my name like that."
(118) "How do you feel about adding some toys to the mix of this?"
(119) "Would you want to make a private video for the two of us?"
(120) "Mmm that's right smile for the camera."
(121) "Put on a show for me."
(122) "Wow...you're easy to rile up."
(123) "Home is too far away. No one's going to see us here."
(124) "S-Stop staring at me like that!"
(125) "oh, look who's not wearing any underwear~"
(126) "Ah, ah. I didn't say you could touch me."
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fantillisdaylight · 9 months
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500 celly prompt list
okay besties. 
i don’t have a time frame of how long this will go for
you can send any prompt from this list for the players i write for 
who i write for 
i am limiting it to only two prompts per request so that i don’t overwhelm myself
PROMPTS
1. “I can’t do anything right.”
2. “Please don’t cry.”
3. “Why are you awake right now?”
4. “Why are you lying to me?”
5. “Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”
6. “Don’t you ever do that again!”
7. “Do you even still love me?”
8. “Nobody’s seen you in days.”
9. “Did you just lick me?!”
10. “I’m worried about you.”
11. “Can you shut up for once in your life?”
12. “Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”
13. “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”
14. “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
15. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”
16. “Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”
17. “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”
18. “Have you seen my hoodie?” “Noo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
19. “OH you’re jealous!”
20. “Can we stay like this forever?”
21. “Please just kiss me already.”
22. “I think you might be my soulmate.”
23. “Sleep over? Please?”
24. “Are we on a date right now?”
25. “I think I’m in love with you.”
26. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
27. “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
28. “I wish we could live together already.”
29. “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
30. “I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”
31. “You take my breath away,” “…” “y’know, like the song haha”
32. “Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”
33. “Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”
34. “Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”
35. “If I die, I’m haunting you first.”
36. “But I’ve never told you that before.”
37. “Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”
38. “Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”
39. “Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!”
40. “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”
41. “Aren’t we supposed to be working?”
42. “You’re insane,” “You love me,” “Not right now I don’t.”
43. “Give me attention.”
44. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”
45. “Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”
46. “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”
47. “You met me yesterday,” “Yes, and I would die for you. Next question,”
48. “I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
49. “Well, that’s tragic.”
50. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
51. “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
52. “What do you mean she’s my new partner? She tried to kill me last week!” “Sounds like a you problem.”
53. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
54. “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
55. “Did you just hiss at me?”
56. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
57. “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
58. “No. Regrets.”
59. “How drunk was I?”
60. “How is my wife more badass than me?”
61. “It’s your turn to make dinner.”
62. “They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
63. “I could punch you right now.”
64. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
65. “I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
66. “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
67. “That was kind of hot.”
68. “BECAUSE I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE”
69. “Are you flirting with me right now?” “Have been for the last 6 years, thanks for finally noticing.”
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69. “Are you flirting with me right now?” “Have been for the last 6 years, thanks for finally noticing.”
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(Draft) 4:48:06 = 58 or 13 or 22 = 4
April 22, 2023 at 4:48pm PHT: I just happened to see 4:47pm, or so I think. I don't really remember, but all I know was that the reason why I took screenshots was for my other (aka "this") phone. It just changed when I got to my lockscreen.
The highlighted numbers on the time remind me of the day when Jay Sebring, Sharon Tate, and Paul Richard (her unborn son with Roman Polanski) were buried.
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Su-Jin's Style, Phone, and Bedroom
── Daily
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She kinda has a middle-aged Korean woman vibe, which is partially why fans call her ahjumma.
She wears a lot of sleeveless tops, especially in summer.
She's probably the only member that wears dresses often.
── Airport
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She sometimes wears long 'boneless' dresses because she finds them comfy.
But normally she'll wear long wide pants.
── Practice
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For practice she wears cropped tanks and sweatpants/tracksuit bottoms.
It's the same whether or not they are filming.
── Sleepwear
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I gave Sujin and Aecha the same pictures for this section because at one point, they Sujin decided to buy like 100 different matching pj sets.
Although they no longer live together, they still wear the matching pj's.
Sujin has also tried to convince the other members to get matching pj's, but it was practically impossible to get all 7 members to wear the same thing.
Fans have noticed them wearing couple pj's in a bunch of live streams and call them a married couple because of it, along with many other reasons.
── Body Mods
She has 5 piercings (2 lobes on both ears and 1 helix on her left).
She has no tattoos, but she isn't against getting one. She just doesn't have a particular design that she'd like to get.
── Accessories
She will always have her apple watch on, with a brown strap.
She wears a lot of 'dainty' jewellery.
── Phone
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Her phone is the iPhone 13 Pro in Sierra Blue.
She only uses one clear case.
Her lockscreen is a default wallpaper.
Her wallpaper is a picture of her and her boyfriend. Her mum took it when she brought her boyfriend to meet her family for the first time at the end of 2022. Her boyfriend is not an idol, and they've been dating since Sept. 2021.
── Bedroom
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Her bedroom has a warm and comfy atmosphere.
She has one of those mini Korean 'balconies' where most of her plants go.
She also chose to have a huge bookshelf over a desk (all of their rooms are pretty small), which holds not just books but also gifts, souvenirs from travelling, and more plants.
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