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dallyfae · 2 months
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Life Update.
I’m doing well…? I guess? I don’t know honestly. I do need to see a doctor once i have money and a getting a job again.
So right now I’m just playing roblox, writing my wattpad fanfics, and drawing. I think i pretty much abandoned this blog lol.
But I also find out I’m neurodivergent. I’m suspecting a lot of issues, but i know i got social anxiety because even the social worker in the past suspected it. Just that mental health isn’t treated seriously in my country since it’s all about business and capitalism.
the posts before this one was just me masking like a customer service employee cause i honestly have no idea on how to respond to people that i feel bad leaving them on read. and now im extremely paranoid about everything where i can relate to diavolo’s paranoia from jjba.
so, starting now, i wont be masking. meaning im going to be VERY dry, using tone tags a lot, and super blunt (ik im very self aware of how i talk)
anyways, there’s going to be a lot of major changes, specifically writing.
Purgatory AU is on indefinite hiatus cause i have no brainrot of it anymore.
I’m going to be deleting and emptying my askbox to start anew except for some exceptions like fan art or letters.
Currently I have brainrot of Jujutsu Kaisen. But I’m not confident in writing them in characters. But regardless, if ur fine with OOC behavior, feel free to just….idk share ur thoughts with me. Yandere asks are allowed too, even the darker topics i supposed.
I also have brainrot about my oc, maybe sona oc. I’ll post art about her later on, but she’s free to request about if u simp for her. Just don’t send nsfw or anything. She’s my sona, she’s a part of me.
There’s more ocs, but i haven’t had the time to draw them.
I think um….that’s about it. I do need to change how my blog looks now. Especially with making the rules and polishing my pinned post.
Anyways, I’ll slowly get back in this blog and start writing next week earliest.
Cya next week.
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ventii-lous · 1 year
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Levihan | One-shot | What matters the most
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[Rewritten from my old Wattpad acc]
Levi approached his apartment building and stopped at the doorway, picking up some letters with the same message inside; bills, bills, bills. The apartment he and his girlfriend, Hanji, lived in wasn't anything special apart from the fact it was the cheapest they could afford at the moment. The apartment was faulty in more ways than one, this was not what they both dreamed off a year ago.
He looked up to the 2nd floor window where he saw Hanji cradling a baby. Their baby.
He saw his daughter wailing and he could already feel a migraine arriving again as it does everyday he comes back from work. He thought of the racket he would have to deal with upstairs, the bills, the reminder he was a failure of a father to his family.
So he turned away.
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He found himself approaching a place he frequently visited, his friend, Erwin's house.
He pushed the door open that seemed to always be unlocked and left his shoes at the entrance. Levi smelt cigarettes from the garden and he followed the smell.
Erwin was leaning against wall, cigarette between his lips and staring at the blackening sky.
" Still smoking the same shit?" Levi said, standing next to him and grabbing the cigar.
"What are you doing here at this time? I thought u would be home with Hanji and Clara." He said, blowing a puff of smoke.
"Don't start. It's such a pain being home right now. All I do it stress about the bills and I can't remember the last time I even slept with my own wife Dammit. Hanji never has time for us."
Erwin sighed and put out the cigarette in Levi's hand.
The aura around Levi felt different and Erwin screwed up his face. A small itching feeling in Levi's feet was telling him he had said something he shouldn't have.
Levi stood uncomfortable for a minute and Erwin bore holes into the floor before he spoke again.
"Do you know how hard it is to care for a baby? Let alone, by yourself for most of the day?"
Levi shook his head subtly.
"Have you sat down one day and just helped Hanji with the daily baby work?"
Levi was silent yet again.
"Do you know Hanji calls me sometimes, sounding exhausted as fuck and still working all the time at home so you have dinner and a somewhat clean place to sit?"
Erwin chucked his cigar onto the concrete floor. "If you don't, don't come to me with any bullshit about 'Not having time for us'. A relationship works both ways Levi, I think you've forgotten."
Levi didn't mutter a word as he stood there ashamed. Everything Erwin said was right and as shameful as it is to admit it, Levi was being a dick to his family and his morals.
Without a word Levi walked to the front door and put his shoes on. He jogged at first, then sprinting down the road. He didn't stop, his thoughts were centred for 2 people. Hanji and his daughter.
His front door was open and the lights were on in the living room. It was unusually quiet.
He carefully stepped over a baby bottle and entered the room. Hanji was sprawled on the couch, Clara on her chest, both asleep.
A subtle smile grew on his face as he picked up Clara and kissed her on her forehead before placing her in her crib in their bedroom.
He had forgotten how adorable she looked and how tiny she was in his arms, he missed it and made a mental note spend more time with his daughter.
Levi returned with a blanket and lay it over Hanji, kissing her too on her cheek. She opened her eyes and smiled as soon as she saw Levi, exhausted but satisfied.
"I'm sorry Hanji." Levi said, he didn't have to state for what, she already knew. "I will work hard for us, I promise."
Hanji smiled again and pulled Levi, kissing him on his lips before putting on a playful face. "I'll trust you, Hubby."
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OKAY SO IM BACK IN MY LEVIHAN PHASE AGAIN. EXPECT RANDOM CONTENT WHEN IM SICK OF WRITING GENSHIN CONTENT.
ANYWAYS YES- EMBARRASSINGLY ENOUGH I HAD WATTPAD WITH LIKE 2 ACCOUNTS. (They were successful surprisingly)
CYA IN THE NEXT UPDATE <33
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mx-safe-haven · 7 months
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valentines day <3
(setting: in the human realm, in college but on break, valentines day, enjoy)
"Nothing here is good enough!" Luz exclaims.
"You know, I don't think Amity will care too much about what you get her for Valentine's Day. It's the thought that counts, right?" Hunter says, eyeing a necklace on a spinning rack display.
"Well, the only way she'll know I put thought into it is if it's good!" Luz mumbles, looking at earrings and keychains. "Hey is this cute?" Luz holds out a rabbit keychain. "It's light purple. Like her hair. Abomination colored," she holds up the keychain to inspect it. "I think it's good. What about you?"
"Huh? Sorry, no yeah, sounds good," Hunter says, now holding the necklace he was looking at. Its pearls, with a small heart locket at the bottom. "Do you think Willow will like this? We've been dating for months but I don't know if this would fit her taste-"
"Yeah, dude! It's so pretty!! She'll love it! Anyway, focus. Okay, I'll get her this keychain. But it's not enough! Oh, I know! I'll write her a heartfelt love letter!" She yells out with pride like she's the inventor of love letters and romantic gestures as a whole.
"Cool, now pay, and let u go."
They walk to the line in front of checkout when Luz gets a text from Amity.
Amity: Hii
Luz: hi ami <3 r u okay?
Amity: Yeah!
Amity: I have something planned though! Meet me at Gravesfield Park at 3pm.
Luz checked the time. It's 1:56. That gives her an hour to prepare her gift for Amity. That should be enough.
Luz: okayyy <3 
"Luz, it's our turn!"
Luz: gtg, see you later ^^ 
Amity: cya <3
Luz and Hunter quickly paid for their items and drove back home.
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Luz put on cargo pants and a green tank top, messing around with her hair when she got a message from Amity.
Amity: u ready yet? no rush ^^
Luz: almost!! 
She shut off her phone, looking in the mirror. After promising herself to no longer straighten her hair, it was now restored to its bouncy and curly nature. She decided it looked okay and to leave it the way it is, no styling needed. The only problem was the love letter. She knew if she was allowed to be as cheesy as possible, she would be done in an instant. But she wanted this to be heartwarming, romantic, and memorable. Pulling out her chair, she sat at the desk in her room. She reached for one of the desk drawers and pulled out a piece of paper, a pencil, and an envelope. She sat there in silence, staring, as though she expected the letter to write itself. Picking up the pencil, she tried to write.
Dear Amity...
She stared at the paper once again. How do you start these things?
Dear Amity... I love you.
Good, Luz thought to herself. We're getting somewhere.
Soon she just wrote like she was motor powered, the words for her love pouring out of her.
"Hee hee, I'm such a poet," she laughed to herself. Once done, she threw the envelope in a small red paper bag with the keychain. Since the park was within walking distance, she didn't feel the need to drive. Once at her destination, she received a text.
Amity: Look to your left
read the rest here ^^:
enjoy
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callies-life · 1 year
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So, I am not one to share very personal things online but I think starting chatting on here to get things off my chest would be nice I guess? anyways Here's what I've been up to!
Today was my last day of outpatient at a psychiatry hospital near my house. I was inpatient for a week and so and then did php/iop for 5 weeks total. Now this is a lot of time considering that I am still in school. I am due to graduate next spring and I turn 18 this december. I was out of school for 6 and a half weeks. Now obviously I had a very good reason to be out of school and I have a letter saying all my absences were excused but that doesn't make up all the school work I have missed. I'm in some decent classes too! (Two college levels and a new language so fml) I have a meeting planned for monday the 6th to talk about returning. I am nervous because I have missed school dearly along with my friends. But there is this anxiety of the peers at my school that aren't so kind. They will have questions and I'm not so sure how imma answer quite yet.
Anyways I have this burning passion to pick up a hobby. I draw and rarely write but I don't do many productive things. I hate my art and my writing even more. other then that I just play games and watch various youtube videos while reading some angsty fanfic. But I really wanna find something I love. Something I can use to meet new and better people. I need more hobbies my mom advised me. She has a point.
(Quick tw for talk of eating and meds with a sprinkle of ed)
Also cool thing about my new medication is that i have lost alot of my appitite. You may say "Well Cal that seems awful you used to love food!" And to you I say no and yes. Yes i love food but i would use it to cope and eat way too much then goes day without eating and repeat. I would eat way too much food in a day that was awful. But now with a decreesed appitite i can eat reasonable and even smaller amounts then before. I am kinda excited for the weight loss. I cant do too much tho because I can't get sent to a hospital. I'll just eat when I am hungry. Simple.
Anyways that's about it! I will try to update you guys hopefully daily but if not i will get to you asap. If you have and cool hobbies besides being gay let me know! I'd love to try them!!! (also not being homophobic I am very gay and i think trans? Imma give it time to simmer first before tasting it but i did buy a binder :D)
Cya!
~Cal he/they
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now i know I've catastrophized before but i might actually be getting this time lol
#pst#txt#work#anyways time to write a cya letter!#tldr: company updated server network os in late oct\nov which was Bright White and transparent#i kept getting migraines and was having trouble seeing the windows even after a week of adjusting & doing screen adjustments#flipped high contrast mode on and immediately turned it off bc it wasnt what i needed & i thought it was a cosmetic change that wouldnt#affect anything (heres the rub)#this was fine!! until february!#supervisor asked how i got my borders blue\solid so i guess she did it too#then the next day the Most Important Programs are fucked (dark mode but shitty and the text doesnt show up)#i told her immediately and she was like 'yeah i just have to highlight the text' which is a workaround not a solution#to the problem im telling you is happening#so anyways for the last ten (10) weeks this has been a moderate inconvenience\hindrance only bc of muscle memory#but the fonts in some of the files have changed and that was causing visual issues in the cropping program for us#so they FINALLY put in a ticket to fix our profiles#but apparently they had to reset them or something instead of just like...accessing settings and changing the display mode or w\e#but they had to reset the passwords#i am currently unable to reset mine so if im still here in 3 months ill cross that bridge#anyways took 24 minutes & the IT dude was loud af so i went into dissociative 'do not perceive' freeze anxiety for the rest of the day#i am become icarus but also!! this couldve been handled 10 weeks ago#*continues looking on indeed*
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skampi835 · 3 years
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Peevish Herbs and Sassy Medicine (Ieyasu x OC)
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This is a chapter from one of my bigger fanfictions, I’m writing. But I’m too shy to post the whole thing anywhere... (because I’m doubting myself and my english too much)
But I’m quite pleased with this oneshot (so I corrected and re-readed it multible times)! Have fun while reading! I hope you’ll enjoy.
The scene takes place one day after arriving in Azuchi so it’s not the first encounter with Ieyasu, but their first... well... kind of conversation?
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Language: english
Starring: Ieyasu x OC
Genre: Comedy
Warning: none
Word Count: 2.900
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“Hey there, Ina! Masamune invited me to a stroll into town. I’m sure you’re not in the mood since your face is still puffy and all. So I understand when you don’t want to. I just leave you a note, so you know he’s looking out for me. cya!”
  Oh well... it’s all right... I guess. Have a nice time, Rei -- WithOUT me!
Exasperated Ina’s sitting by the table in their room. Narrowing her grey blue eyes, she’s analyzing over the letter again, and yes, she's actually analyzing every single word. The female also would have loved to go strolling into town. Because she felt asleep during the ride back to the castle, she hasn't yet seen anything from it. Adventuring with her dear friend - and crony from the future - Rei, would have been so much fun, besides the puffy face Ina had because of mister spooky guy!
Stealing my friend on the first day, huh? Sneaky Masamune...
Absently Ina’s reaching for the sweets Masamune had brought over before he'd so casually took up her friend. Munching over them the sweet taste of the incrediences spreads over her tounge and she couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty for her thoughts, while she's dreamily enjoying the treats. They are sooo delicious! Ina has never expected that! Didn't Masamune mentioned, he has made them himself? How amazing!
“I’m not in the mood anyway.” Ina says somewhat confident to herself, while eating the sweets happily. But what is she supposed to do after? Hideyoshi had sent her away before, to handle Ranmaru and like he said she wasn’t given free access to the castle or it’s staff. Heavily Ina sighs after finishing the last mochi.
Her vision’s crossing Rei’s letter again.
You know what? What Hideyoshi doesn’t know won’t hurt him!
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Armed with a wipe and a bucket filled with water, Ina’s entering the archives. Her eyes are scanning her surroundings in which the massive shelves flank the room. Particles of dust are lightly dancing in the rays of shining sunlight from the small window above her, like illuminating sparks. Lanterns are shimmering luminously the walls, uncovering heavy, valuable looking tapestries. Great shelves are arching under the sheer weight of the books, scrolls and other stuff that they store. The smell of parchment and ink fills the the dusty air.
Ina’s truly impressed about the enourmus mass the archive is holding. She hasn’t expected seeing something like this in this time, when books and great knowledge should be merely rare.
“Hello?” Ina waits and listens after raising her voice. She wants to be sure, that there’s nobody else here, particulaly Hideyoshi, who would’ve bickered with her, why she’s even in there. The perfect silence remains at first, when she catches on a brief clink and a brushing tone.
Looking around, Ina quickly finds the source of the sound, when she’s seeing a little bird over the window. It disappears under the ceiling, before returning and it finally flies away.
Phew, just a birdnest in the ceiling, I guess.
Closing the door behind, Ina’s passing the shelves. Her eyes are flying over the spines of the books and scroll, astonished and visibly impressed. Originally planned she would have use the wipe to dust the inside, but Ina is way too stunned about the fullness of the archives. Though she has trouble in reading them, the female is concentrating on the written characters.
Honestly Ina curses herself, for not being more intent, when she learned kanji for her trip to Japan. And now she can’t barely read anything at all, because the letters are looking not just foreign, but alien.
The bookshelves are rowing the walls and even outlining in the middle, separating the room into three small sections. It’s not nearly enough to call it a library, like Ina’s uses to know from her own time, but it definitely amazes her.
She’s stopping at a table, which she brushes the dust off with the wipe. Placing the bucket at the corner, Ina turns to dust the nearest shelf as well, though the oddly sensation of the knowledge the archives are holding, is attracting her like magic and get the better of her.
Abandoning her good intentions of cleaning, Ina’s facing the nearest shelf. Some of the scrolls look pretty old, though most of the books don’t. Curiously Ina leans nearer so she could read the headlines on the spines, though she has huge problems deciphering them.
... You know what? When I’m about to spent my upcoming three months here, I could at least do something useful and learn something new. Didn’t Nobunaga say I could just spend my time in Azuchi, doing girly stuff??
Not sure if reading is that kind of girly stuff, Nobunaga was talking about, Ina's concentrating on reading the characters. She truly holds a big interest in the use of medicine in these time period. Even in her present day, the european medicine often implies alternative Chinese medicine as a support. What’s the difference between Japanese and Chinese medicine and their herbs, she wonders?
She just has to find the right section where she can find those books and then... well, maybe Rei will help her read them! So Ina hopes... Nonetheless Ina's determining sure in becoming better with reading, when she’ll try.
Looking over her shoulder to make sure she’s still alone, Ina’s taking a deep breath. With narrow eyes Ina reads slowly and aloud: “’Mental Honor’... ‘Fall of Hogan-Ji’,... ‘The Art of War’... - oh wait, I think I actually know this book!”
“Would you mind, being quiet?”
The sullen hiss that suddenly sounds from not that afar startles Ina nearly to death. An anxious meep slips through her lips while giving a jerk. Rapidly blinking Ina’s listening to the remaining silence bewildered. “Eh... Hello?” Unsure she asks. Ina was certain, that she had been alone! Yet someone noticed her poor reading!
Silence...
And a quiet grunt.
Slowly Ina reaches about two books before her and shoves them gently to the side. A peevish Ieyasu’s frowning annoyingly at her from the other side of the bookshelf.
Embarrassed, Ina is sheepishly gazing back at him. “What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like? Reading in silence.” was his curt answer.
“And why didn’t you just answer when I've entered? You have really startled me.” Shame’s  uncomfortably heating her head and Ina truly feels like an idiot. Though Ieyasu doesn’t seem to notice, while he's gazing tiredly back at her through the hole in the shelf. “I didn’t thought you’re actually going to stay.”
What kind of reason is that?
When Ina met Ieyasu the first time, she felt more like encountering a spikey raid boss with venom abilities:
Yesterday
Curiously Ina’s watching the other man, with bright, tousled hair. He’s smaller than Mitsunari and Mitsuhide. Though to be honest, being taller than Mitsuhide would be quite the challenge! Yet Ieyasu nearly seem to be petite, just looking at her with sharp green eyes.
Since Ina's the foreign here, she’s feeling the urge in doing the first step. It couldn’t hurt to be on good terms with the guys here, even if at least one of them is a shady tease. “Hello, my Name’s Ina. Nice to meet you.”
Ieyasu's inclining his head, slightly narrowing his eyes skeptically. “You don’t look as I imagined.” He says and leaves Ina quite puzzled. “Pardon, but what do you mean?”
“You look terribly pitiful.” Ieyasu bluntly retorts. Wow... that one quickly turns out to be a salty one... They've hardly talked, yet Ina got the feeling he doesn’t like her.
“How intent of you, Lord Ieyasu.” Mitsunari beams with a stunningly gentle smile and nods towards Ieyasu. “Lady Ina sure needs some rest after that long horse ride and the harsh night she’d just had. I guess a bath will also help her to ease.”
Ina always felt at calm, when she looks at Mitsunari’s calm and angelic smile since arriving in this era. Mitsunari’s by far the nicest person she’s ever met, even in her own time! But in this moment Mitsunari’s tender words and soft smile doesn’t seem to convince Ina. Glancing haltingly back at Ieyasu, as he grumpily rolls his eyes with a snort, confirms Ina in her assumption. Ieyasu wasn’t intent at all... He just was rude!
“Whatever.” Ieyasu says with an annoyingly heavy sigh and is glancing back at Ina. “You don’t need medical treatment, do you?” he asks.
After blinking confused about his sudden offer, Ina shakes her head. “No, thank you. I’m fine, just a little bit tired.”
“Good.” Ieyasu nods and is walking away without another word. Ina carefully follows his steps with her grey blue eyes.
“Lord Ieyasu is also a vessal of Lord Nobunaga. And I can quite tell that he likes you.” Mitsunari’s smiling warmly at Ina, while she peers at him doubtfully. “Uhm sure... If you say so.” Ina surely wasn’t sure though.
Still looking at Ieyasu, Ina’s wondering if he has another of his bad moods. By the looks of him, he’s not in a good mood by any means. “Will you stop staring at me?” Ieyasu brusque retorts and pulls Ina out of her thoughts. “It’s hard to concentrate.”
“Ahm I-... Sorry Ieyasu.” Ina quickly says and is bashfully tousling her hair. “I... was looking for a book earlier to read.”
“That stammering didn’t sound like you could read at all.”
Ina’s opening her mouth in attempt to defend herself. But she couldn't tell him, that she’s used to read in another language with different alphabetic characters! Nonetheless she is able to read at all!
Okay Ina, be nice to him. Maybe he’ll understand.
“I-- err... am not used to it. Reading I mean. But I like to study.”
“Are you an idiot?” Ieyasu scoffs monotonously. “How can you study if you’re not able to read?”
Ina’s face darkens a tiny bit, gritting her teeth. Because of Sasuke she can’t tell him the truth and it might be better that way. So she’s avoiding strange questions or worse the dungeons, because when she's not declaired crazy she might would be claimed a spy. With a silent sigh Ina’s rounding the shelf to face Ieyasu. He’s sitting by an table with a pile of books. Next to him a brush, ink stone and blank papers. “Even if I’m not a good reader, I’m willing to lean it. I just like to learn.”
Not having the barrier of a shelf between them any longer, Ieyasu’s dropping his gaze to his books. “Then do it muted and elsewhere. You’re interrupting my studies.”
Puzzled Ina’s blinking a few times, while Ieyasu does his best to intent she’s not even here anymore. “Excuse me. I guess I’m confused. I thought you warlords don’t study anything else then strategy or warfare.”
Ieyasu’s peering coldly at her. The unspoken question ‘Are you an idiot?’ clear written in his annoyed face. A sudden rush of embarrassment is rushing Ina's face again, because of her own flawing logic. The sudden time travel thing might was really too much for her. Apologetically Ina raises her hands. “I am sorry. I spoke out of mind.”
“Stop chitchatting. It’s one-sided.” Ieyasu snarls, still piercing Ina with his sharp green eyes, and is sending an enormous wave of aversion towards her, before continuing writing with a brush.
... be nice to him, Ina. He doesn’t understand. But how could he possibly understand?
Ina can’t blame him. Her attitude must be awkward for him. She should be a normal girl from a village that’s not pointed on any map. Without Rei she feels so lonely and lost in this role though. For Rei it's easier pretending to be someone else. She's fitting for acting. Meanwhile Ina’s feeling like stumbling from one puddle to another.
With the attempt of apologizing, Ina’s bowing her head, when she caught sight of an open book on the table. She knows the drawing from her earlier times, when she was in nursing school. It was short theme back then. It shows with dots the spots of particular nerves which could be stimulate to relieve pain. “Oh, is this... about medical practices?”
Ieyasu almost leans back overly hurried, when Ina’s leaning eagerly forth to get a closer look of the page. Knitting his brows, he snorts “And if it is?”
“I--...” Ina’s quick thinking of a way to explain it to him that wouldn’t sound too awkward. For she can’t tell him, that she’s a nurse either. Propably he wouldn’t even know what a nurse is. Sheepishly she smiles: “Sometimes I helped the medics in my hometown.”
Pointing on the drawing with the nerve between thumb and index finger, Ina continues: “When you stimulate this nerve with pressure or a needle, you effectuate some linking to heal headache. But mostly headache comes off when you drink too less. Also you might try to bind fresh peppermint in a wet towel and place it your nape, because of the--”
Before Ina finishes her word, she’s stopping, facing the blankly looking Ieyasu. He even looks a little surprised in the flicker of the lanterns. “You know... western techniques?” He’s asking perplexing sincere.
Ina knows, that she’d spoken too much, that is why, she’s awkwardly tousling her hair again: “Ah I- no. Not really I just know a little about bit. You know my village lays really behind of the mountains.”
Ieyasu’s staring at Ina with puckered brows. Though after a while, he scoffs and draws his book from her. “I thought so.”
Slightly frustrated Ina’s clenching her hands under the table. Ieyasu had called her pitiful before. And a waif at the council. But it would be way too suspicious, if she would offer him to explain some medicine practices she knows from her time. Medicine no one in this time would ever believe will exist someday! For a short moment Ina has thought, that might be a thing they could share. That Ieyasu might be a little nicer to her, if she’ll show her interest. Still Ina’s determined to learn something about the traditional eastern medicine. “Hey? Maybe you could teach me a little, Ieyasu?” Ina’s asking with a consolidative smile.
Raising his head, Ieyasu’s staring at Ina intensly: “No.” and declines quickly.
Shot down in an instand. Encounter Boss is reaching the enrage timer!
“I understand.” Ina slowly nods. “You have important things to do and I’m robbing your spare time you have, huh?”
Ieyasu doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t even have to. According to Rei, he’s the one who will unify Japan. Technically speaking he’ll finish, where Nobunaga and Hideyoshi failed. But in this time as well? Even when Nobunaga's still alive? Again Ina fears for the trouble she and Rei have already caused in messing with the time. “I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’ll leave you to your studies then. Though do you mind helping me to find a book about local herbs? I guess that’ll be a good start for me.”
Ieyasu, understandable deeply annoyed in the meantime, is frowning at Ina. “No. Go find it on your own.”
Knitting her brows Ina’s looking questioning at Ieyasu. Peevishly he's mirroring her.
... You are just rude again! You know what? I don’t need to play nice, when you’re not even trying!
“Fine.” Ina’s saying provocatively loud, while standing up. “I shall go and find my them on my own then.” Sassily she’s emphasising every syllable and faces the books in the shelf next to her. With ostentation she’s pointing a finger on the spines of the books and reads loudly with her utterly bad reading skills: “‘Forged in Iron’..., ‘Forming Armor’,... ‘Art of Forging’... Huh, I might be in the wrong section here.”
“... Stop.”
Ieyasu jumps onto his heels, grumpily snorting as he passes Ina. He walkes determined right to a shelf on the wall and is directly dragging three books out of it. He spins around and is pressing them into Ina’s arms. Dumbfounded she’s catching them. “Thank-...”
“Sod off!”
With his hand on her back Ieyasu’s pushing Ina through the archives and shoves her out. Ina nearly stumbles over her feet into the hallways, the books bedded against her chest. She turns to face Ieyasu, but he has already closed the doors.
I got kicked out...! Well... I guess I deserve this. At least now Ieyasu has a reason for hating me.
Ina sighs in frustration, glancing down to the books she’s still holding in her arms.
‘Plants and Herbs’, ‘Medical Plants’, ‘Poisons and Antidotes’.
Ina’s nibbling her lip, when she silently reads the headlines of the books Ieyasu has shoved towards her. Well at least he did help her. After she has practically annoyed him into exhaustion, that is.
I’ve never felt so guilty in my life before...
A part of Ina thinks that it was okay, because Ieyasu owes her one for his utterly grumpy attitude towards her. An eye for an eye. But another part of her hopes that she could make it up to him soon. She doesn’t want to be on bad terms with anyone here.
Bedding the books against her chest again, Ina’s walking back the hallways to her room. From the open veranda she’s glancing over the gardens, whereas the sun sinks, immersing the sky brightly in orange and red colors.
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gskarth · 7 years
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It's Gonna Last Forever
Fluffy Zack Merrick Imagine - requested by Anon, hope you enjoy! Request: Could I just have some fluffy cute cuddly std era Zack?? If it's not too much... maybe like a proposal scenario??? Word Count: 1,600 A/N: This was requested to me 3 months ago so I doubt the original anon will even see this, but this was a nice little scenario to help me get back into writing, so I’m sorry if this sucks but it’s been a while ahaha (also I didn’t proof read so I apologise for any mistakes in advance)
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"Oh my god," you snorted as you snuggled further into Zack's side. It was movie night and you and the guys were currently watching some cheesy rom-com that Zack had picked out – which was curious enough, but that boy was always full of strange surprises. "That is so lame," you chuckled, watching as the main character stepped through a door and was greeted by a band playing; their significant other dressed in a suit and tie and already on one knee, reeling off a cliche proposal speech.
You felt Zack tense beside you; his burly arm stiffen around you. Alex let out an awkward cough, breaking through the suddenly uncomfortable atmosphere. You raised a brow and glanced around the room at the four boys; all of which had completely unreadable expressions on their faces. You caught Jack shooting a look in Rian's direction and Rian bit his lip in response.
"You guys are being so weird tonight," you commented with a light chuckle. Zack had been on edge all week, and now the other boys were acting the same way. Maybe they were nervous about some upcoming show or something, but anytime you asked Zack what was up he would just laugh awkwardly and brush your question off; usually kissing you to distract you – which, unfortunately, worked every time. "I'm gonna go get some more popcorn, anyone want anything?" you asked as you got to your feet and grabbed the now empty bowl on the coffee table.
The boys all spluttered incoherent mumbles in response. You furrowed your brows and shook your head, completely confused by the sudden weird behaviour they were all displaying. You made your way into the kitchen to fill up the bowl and immediately you could hear the boys all whispering to eachother in panicky tones.
"Shh! Shhh!" you heard Zack hiss in a hushed tone as you made your way back into the living room. The vibe was even more awkward than it had been before.
"Okay, what's going on?" you placed the popcorn in Zack's lap and slumped into the seat beside him.
"Nothing, babe," he mumbled, kissing your forehead and pulling you into him. He seemed to relax a little beside you, which was comforting.
"Hmmm, okaaay," you raised your brows, "but I'm watching you boys," you joked and the guys responded with forced, uncomfortable laughter.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
"Oh shit," you mumbled as you heard your phone vibrating on the kitchen table. You were in the middle of washing the dishes and your hands were currently lathered with suds. "Hold on, hold on, hold on," you repeated to your phone, as if it could understand your current predicament. You grabbed for a wash cloth and dried off your hands before grabbing for your phone and accepting the call.
"Hey baby," Zack's clear voice rang through, immediately bringing a smile to your face. He was supposed to be in the recording studio all day so you hadn't expected to hear from him.
"Hey babe, what's up?"
"Can you please do me a big favour?" he asked, using his usual childish tone that always helped him to get his own way.
You chuckled softly. "Fine," you shook your head, "what do you need?"
"Do you mind going over to Rian's place and just waiting for a package for him?" He must've heard you sigh down the phone because he proceeded to elongate the word 'Pleaaaaaaaase' in a baby voice.
"Ugh, fine, fine, but you owe me mister," you warned in a silly tone.
"We'll see about that," he mumbled, hanging up before you had chance to question what he meant by that.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed a jacket. Thankfully Rian only lived a couple doors over so it wasn't a huge deal. You made your way to his front door and grabbed the key from under his doormat before letting yourself inside.
Immediately, you were greeted by a really strange feeling. You chose to ignore it; grabbing a magazine from the dining table and taking a seat; preparing for what was hopefully a short stay.
Only around 15 minutes had passed when the doorbell rang; startling you a little since you had been so engrossed in some article about what Justin Bieber had been up to recently.
You got to your feet and answered the door. You were greeted by a young guy wearing a tux and holding a small black box. You furrowed your brows; perplexed by the scenario, but before you had chance to question the man's dress code, he was placing his hands on your shoulders and trying to turn you around.
"Woah, dude!" you exclaimed, trying to pull away from him. "Personal space please, Jesus Christ."
"Please- just- your boyfriend paid me extra- please just- please don't tell my boss-" the guy mumbled behind you and eventually you stopped and allowed him to do whatever it was he had apparently been paid extra for. He lowered a dainty gold chain over your head and around your neck, fastening it for you. You breathed a sigh of relief once you realised what he was doing.
Your hand immediately went to the necklace. It had two small, solid gold letters hanging from it. "I'm really sorry about that, I thought it was weird too when he asked me but he offered me another $20 and, to be honest, I don't make much money at this job so I couldn't turn it down," th delivery guy continued to ramble uncomfortable but your eyes were trained on the necklace, trying to understand what it meant. The first letter was your first initial – pretty self explanatory – but the second letter was an M, which made no sense at all. Who was the 'M'?
"Oh!" the delivery guy exclaimed, causing you to jump a little and revert your attention back to him. "Yeah, also you're supposed to go through to the living room," he smirked a little and you narrowed your eyes, "anyway, cya! Oh and congrats!" he called out and he walked back towards his van. You titled your head in confusion before finally closing the door. You moved towards Rian's living room hesitantly, completely unsure of what you were going to find behind the door.
"Okay, go," you heard Zack whisper as your fingers connected with the door handle. You could hear an acoustic guitar being gently strummed, the sounds of Rian's fingers brushing his box drum as Alex cleared his throat and began singing Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman by Bryan Adams; the song you and Zack danced to on your first date.
You pushed through the door, confused and anxious. What the hell was going on? You were greeted by the sight of the four men, all in suits; Alex, Jack and Rian all had huge grins on their faces as they played; whilst Zack was pulling at his collar, trying desperately to cool his sweaty, nervous self down.
You looked around the room with narrowed eyes, a slight smile twitching at the corner of your lip as you stepped towards Zack with a questioning look in your eyes. Zack gulped, but once he had you in his sights he seemed to relax a little, a genuine smile transforming his face. "Hey," he whispered, biting his lower lip as he took your hand.
"Hey," you whispered back, your smile growing as you began piecing things together in your mind. "What's going on?" you asked with a soft chuckle.
Zack swallowed hard; so hard you noticed his Adam's apple bob in his throat. "Y/N..." he spoke softly, the tone grabbing your attention and holding you still. "My life has been a roller-coaster of complete uncertainty, but you," he smiled, squeezing your hand a little. "You have always been a definite - ever since I first saw you in those ripped jeans with those blue streaks in your hair," he joked and you shoved his shoulder playfully, laughing as you reminisced on your fashion choices as a teenager.
"I love you, and I would be the happiest man in the world if you would allow me to love you for the rest of our lives," You watched the man drop to one knee, pulling a small velvet box from his back pocket and revealing the most stunning ring inside. "Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"
You hadn't realised that you were crying until you finally managed to choke out the words "Yes, of course," and they came out all throaty and muffled. He slid the ring onto your finger; his hands shaking but his smile unwavering as the pair of you stared down at this beautiful symbol of your love. You gave Zack no time to attempt to stand up before you were kneeling in front of him and engulfing him in a bone crushing hug. He chuckled, pulling away to plant a few kisses on your lips. The boys had stopped playing and were now clapping and cheering; Jack throwing in a cheeky wolf whistle.
"I hope that wasn't too lame," he mumbled against your lips, continuing to peck you. Now it all made sense; the awkward tension and the muffled whispers had all been because you had called the movie lame and Zack had had this up his sleeve.
You let out a soft laugh, squeezing Zack tighter. "It was so lame," you joked, "but in the most perfect way." You kissed him again, and again, and again.
This was what the M stood for. Merrick. You were soon to be Mrs. Merrick.
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Get Me the F*ck Out of Here: The Art of Saying Goodbye to Your Crappy Old Job
As we’ve progressed in this series about quitting your terrible public accounting job and moving on to bigger and better things, I’ve looked forward to this post more than any of the others. Why? Because we have collected some funny-ass farewell emails over the years and I relish any and every opportunity to share them with you. If you’re new around here, chances are you missed some gems the first time around. If you’re one of the dusty old-timers still lingering around, well, who can forget the Beyonce of PwC’s epic goodbyes?
Before we get to the “what not to do” column, let’s first talk about quitting etiquette. Now, some salty old partners out there will tell you that it’s customary to give a completely open window of time and buttloads of notice before you decide to leave your current gig, lest the firm find itself in a bind because they are dipshits who thought you’d stick around eternally to take their shit. As a former co-worker of mine used to say, “poor planning on your part doesn’t constitute an emergency on mine.” I know he didn’t coin that phrase but let’s just say I came to admire the snail’s pace with which he’d fulfill my frantic requests once I realized it was my fault they were frantic due to my tendency to blow everything off until the last minute and then get crazy overwhelmed when shit inevitably gets stressful. Yeah, I’m working on that. Anyway, don’t let the firm guilt you into sticking around through [insert event here]. As long as you give them a couple weeks and tie up what loose ends you can while you’re still around, you’re good.
Obviously you’re kind of a dickhead if, say, you’re an auditor who drops your two weeks notice on Dec. 30 or in tax and absolutely must get out two weeks before April 15, but other than the truly “busy” periods and/or important clients, don’t let the firm’s understaffing guilt you into sticking around longer than you have to. Remember: it’s their problem they try to bill as many hours out of clients with as few hours from staff as possible, not yours. While you’re mustering up the courage to say “I quit!” maybe you can imagine a scenario in which your sudden absence sends the firm into a tailspin, rendering them wholly useless as they scramble to replace you. I mean, that won’t happen but hell, imagine it anyway.
So how should you give notice? Unless you want to end up forever immortalized on these hallowed pages for writing an epic farewell letter that somehow went firm-wide, resist the urge to make a splash. I urge you to consider that the majority of the farewell emails we have shared over the years have been heavy on the cringe rather than the glory, but you do you, if that’s how you want to go out then who am I to stop you?
For the rest of you, a simple email will suffice. Inform the firm A) you are leaving and B) of your projected last day. AND THAT’S IT. Although a mention about how you appreciated your time at the firm and the valuable knowledge you gained that you’ll carry throughout your career blah, blah is more than acceptable, but don’t bother explaining where you’re going or why. For starters, they don’t care.
Additionally, and this applies to those of you who are at your wits’ end about to inspire the 2019 reboot of Falling Down if you stay in that cube even one day longer than you have to, the more you get into emotionally-charged goodbyes, the more likely it is you’ll say some dumb shit that could potentially cockblock you from opportunities later on down the road. Just go gracefully and save the verbal diarrhea for semi-private forums like Reddit where you can spazz out all you want and no one will judge you. Well, they’ll judge you but you’re hiding behind a screen name so it’s all good.
If you’re in the camp that feels an email is too impersonal, you can always set up a meeting with your superior. The advantage to this is that it’s slightly more professional than shooting a couple bytes of “fuck you, I’m out” through the abyss of the Internet. The disadvantage is that you may not be prepared for the begging and pleading to come. If you’re halfway decent at your job, expect to be asked what it will take for you to stay, along with a barrage of questioning that will make you feel like a greasy-haired extra on Law and Order with Stabler’s hot-ass breath on your face.
Whichever route you choose, a printed and signed letter just to CYA isn’t a terrible idea.
While you’re on the way out, it’s a good idea to make it known that although you’re getting the fuck on up out of that shithole, you’re a professional at the end of the day and therefore intend to help with the transition however you can. Don’t be surprised if your soon-to-be-former colleagues treat you like you’ve got the plague once it’s known you’re on your way out, but if the firm is smart, the people who matter will appreciate your offer to help as well as your professionalism.
The last point is this: people quit all the time. The firm is used to talented folks like you putting in their time and getting the hell out of there at the first opportunity. That’s how this thing works. So don’t psyche yourself out and start feeling bad because you know your team needs you. The harsh truth is that you are 99.9% replaceable and a new warm body will be along any minute to fill your chair.
Oh, I almost forgot. What NOT to do. This. And this. And this. And definitely this. This is OK tho.
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