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latenightdaydreams · 9 days

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Hi hi! Hope you don't mind that I have another request eheh... 🥲 I'd like to request smut with some build up before it, if you don't mind of course ^^; I've just been recently obsessed over those tropes of s/o(s) being apart for too long. And then thought of a reader who happens to be an intelligence officer working for KorTac. She and König aren't together yet per sé, more like have fallen for each other but never got to voice it out. Now, reader is chosen to carry out espionage against their enemy. However, it lasts for a year or two. Which is risky af. Anyway, those feelings they had for each other never left and they only grew within time. Plus they really miss each other hjshjs- And then when she finally comes back, cue the reunion. Cue the confession. Andddd cue whatever happens after that. Sorry if my request is more lengthier than before 😭 feel free to decline

So uh yes. That's basically it. Stay safe and take care of yourself 🫶 just gonna drop this gigantic special delivery package to this wonderful writer over here (you ofc) of... Oo what's this— BOOM. LOVE ✨💓💞💕💖✨

OMG this is such a sweet idea🥹 Never feel bad sending in a request! I love reading them and I love the challenge of bringing your idea to life! Thank you for all of the love you send my way, it is very appreciated and it makes my day to see your messages and comments! I hope you have a fantastic day and enjoy the story!

Reunion (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, p in v, oral

2.3k word count

You stand in your room packing your suitcase as König sat at your desk chair. His eyes slowly going up and down your body, taking in how beautiful you look doing something so mundane. His mind flushed with thoughts of you, your mission, and his feelings. He has so much to say, but now isn’t the right time.

“Are you nervous Maus?” König bounces his foot nervously.

“I- no.” You lie. “It will be easy.”

“You’re definitely the best person for the job.”

You turn and smile at him. You want to say how much you’re going to miss him while you’re away. You’re aware that this mission will be long, maybe a year. It hurts your heart to think he might meet someone new while you’re away. What if you come back and he has a whole new life? A lot can change in that amount of time. Your heart sinks, but you continue to fake a smile for him.

You turn and face him. König looks up to meet your gaze, his pale blue eyes look sad behind his mask. The mask hiding the frown on his lips. He stands and walks to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“I’m going to miss you Maus,” he whispers as he rests his head on top of yours.

“I’ll miss you too.” You wrap your arms around him and hug him back. “Don’t forget about me.” You say with a giggle in your voice to hide the pain in that statement.

Your giggle doesn’t work because König notices. His arms tightening around you, “I could never forget you, y/n.”

König has the overwhelming want to lean down and kiss your soft lips, but he can’t. You two are just friends. Military code forcing him to shove his feelings for you aside to not cause any issues. Yet, underneath his uniform, he is just a man in love; desperate for a chance to touch you in a more intimate way and express his love for you. He settles for friendly hugs and breathing in your scent instead.

He pulls away from the hug and looks down at you. Your beautiful eyes looking back at him. His heart pounds in his chest, he is already starting to miss you and it hurts.

“I’ll carry your bag to the garage for you.” He says closing your suitcase and picking it up.

“Thank you, Kö.”

The last time you two see each other you spend 20 minutes hugging, breathing each other in. Words hanging on the tips of both your tongues, yet no one brave enough to cross that line. Both of your hearts break as you know this could be your last time together. All you can do is hope that life brings you both back together.

The mission went on longer than expected. Two years and seven months, König has been counting the days; marking off the calendar waiting for the day you finally return. The only sign that you’re alive is the intel that KorTac occasionally gets from you, but it’s been three months since the last message. He is use to a life of solitude, but without you he feels a new level of loneliness.

He walks past your room every day before returning to his own. Your room remains vacant, everything left exactly how you left it. Every night he looks at a photo of you he has tucked under his pillow, gently kissing it hoping you’ll return to him soon.

It was another day of mundane tasks and paper work for König. He sat at his desk with your file pulled up on his screen, your photo attached. He marks off another day from the calendar, another day without you. Not even intel from you.

Around 12pm, König sits with his mask off, eating his lunch he packed for himself. He wonders where you are and if you’re safe. What if you’ve been captured and murdered or worse, fallen in love and decided to run off with the enemy. Being alone with his own thoughts is torture.

Just then there is a knock at his door. He rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. He was in the middle of eating. Putting his sandwich down, he picks up a napkin and cleans his mouth before pulling his mask down over his face. Again, a knock.

“Alright, come in.” König says as he straightens himself out. He minimizes your file that he has still pulled up on the computer screen.

The door opens and closes, he looks up to see…you.

König’s jaw drops and he just sits there staring at you for a while, as if he can’t believe that you’re real and standing in front of him. You look just as beautiful as you did the day you left. Nothing has changed other than your hair being longer now, and it suits you.

You stand there quietly waiting for him to say something, do something. He just sits there looking at you in complete shock.

“Hey Kö,” you break the silence as you take a few steps closer.

Hearing the nickname, Kö, makes his heart flutter; only you and his mother have ever called him that. You’re really here. He isn’t hallucinating. It’s you. Quickly he stands to his feet and walks towards you, pulling you into a tight embrace. He takes a deep breath, breathing you in. He’s missed your scent so much these last few years, he had forgotten what you even smelled like. Forgotten just how perfect your warmth feels against his body.

Your arms quickly wrap around him, you’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long. Being away from König was harder than you thought it would be. Especially for almost three years, you weren’t sure if you’d be returning to the same man. Yet here he was. Your König. He waited for you.

König pulls away from the hug and moves his hands to grasp you face and turn your face so you can look into his eyes. His eyes glossy, tears threatening to fall. He doesn’t speak as he just looks at your face, taking in your beauty. He hasn’t seen you in the flesh for so long, it’s like he is seeing you again for the first time. His beautiful love.

Without thinking, König pulls his mask off; revealing his face to you for the first time ever. He leans down and gently presses his lips against yours; slowly out of fear of rejection, yet once your lips touch, you don’t pull back or turn away. You kiss back with even more passion, making König melt inside. He grips your face a little tighter as he begins to kiss you harder, matching your passion.

Breaking away, he rests his head on yours, tears now falling down both of your faces.

“I was scared I would never see you again.” His voice breaks as he speaks to you.

“I know,” your breathing shutters.

He pulls away slightly as you look up at his face. You take in all of his features that have been hidden all these years of friendship. He’s…beautiful. You’ve thought of what he might be hiding all this time, it’s just scars. They only add to how attractive you see him.

“Kö, I’m in love with you.” The words flow out of your mouth as if it’s word vomit.

Your heart begins to pick up and you swallow hard, waiting for his response. Your hand reaching out to wipe tears away from his eyes as they fall.

“I’m in love with you too, y/n. I always have been.” His voice cracks.

He leans down and his lips meet yours again, his tongue licking your lips as they part to accept him. He lets out a soft moan as he tastes you for the first time. He’s wanted this for a long time, since the day you stayed behind with him after a failed mission. That was the day he fell in love with you.

His hands drop down to your waist as he begins to push up the hem of your shirt, his warm hands caressing your soft skin. You don’t stop him; your body has always craved him. You’re his now, in this moment, and forever. Slowly pulling away from your lips, his eyes drop down your body.

“Is this okay?” He seeks you consent before continuing. His hands continue to caress your waist, moving up slowly.

You nod your head, closing your eyes as his lips come back to meet yours. You continue to make out as his hands move up your body. He begins to pull you shirt up, breaking the kiss to take your shirt fully off. He looks down at your breasts cupped in your bra. He brings you closer to him as he can wrap his arms around you and unhook your bra. You let the bra drop from your body.

König quickly drops to his knees, his lips finding your breasts and kissing all over, his lips grazing over your nipples giving you chills. His hands fumble with the button of your pants as he undoes it. Pulling down your zipper, he looks up at you. His hands wrap around the top of your pants and pull them down with your underwear.

His eyes look at the soft bush between your legs before he kisses your stomach and hips. You lean back against the wall and he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. Slowly he kisses down your thigh that’s resting on him. He finally begins to kiss the soft hair covering your sacred area. He takes a deep breath, taking in your scent completely. He has always wanted to be graced with the privilege of giving you pleasure, and here he is finally.

He sticks his tongue out and licks from the bottom to the top, his tongue making small circles over your clit. He can’t believe just how sweet you taste. The small moans leaving your lips mixed with the smell of your arousal making his cock rock hard in his cargos. He begins to suck lightly on your clit, flicking his tongue over it as he does. Your legs begin to tremble and jerk.

You look down at him as he eats you out, your fingers gently combing through his blonde hair. You could have never imagined that he would be this good as he begins to focus in on your clit. Legs shaking you moan out, calling his name. You feel a rush, a build up of pleasure.

Knowing that you’re about to cum, König keeps his rhythm. You push his face into your cunt, forcing him to only breathe in your sweet natural musk. His face covered in your arousal; he can’t take it anymore.

He moves your leg off of him gently as he stands up. He begins to quickly undo his belt and take his pants off. He pulls his shirt off, revealing his Greek god like body to you. You just look at him, in awe. The same way he looks at you.

You both stand there looking at each other’s bare bodies. König just can’t get enough of you. He walks closer to you and scoops you up in his arms. He walks to his desk chair with you. He sits slouched in the chair as you sit on his lap, your wet pussy rubbing against his erection. You lean in and kiss his lips as he moans softly feeling a tease of what your warmth will be like.

With no regard for safe sex, you lean forward, reaching down and grabbing his cock to guide it into your pussy. Once the tip squeezes in you both let out a harmonious moan. Your eyes studying his face as he is focused on watching you stretch around his cock.

Your hands on his shoulders for balance, you continue to sit down until König bottoms out inside of you. His hands squeezing the supple flesh of your thighs as he submits to you and lets you take control of your shared pleasure. Your tight cunt squeezing around him, breasts bouncing in his face as you move over him. His muscles flex as he assists you in your movements.

“Oh Scheiße, Maus. You feel so fucking good.” He moans out as his head falls back against the back of the chair; eyes closed. He has never felt this level of pleasure before with another partner. The sound of your wet cunt filling the space between your shared moans and panting.

“Kö,” you whimper out as your hands move to his chest, fingers digging deeply into his skin.

König opens his eyes and looks down at your cunt eagerly trying to milk him. A creamy white ring circling the base of his cock, and he can smell the sex in the air. He can’t hold on anymore. He wraps his arms around your abdomen and holds you close to him while he begins to quickly thrust up into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You begin to moan out loudly, definitely loud enough to be heard from the hallway, but he couldn’t care less.

“I-I’m going to- ah,” König couldn’t even speak as he begins to sweat from his rapid movements. His hands grasping your ass as he begins to roughly push you down on his cock. You can feel him throbbing deep inside of you as he cums. His cheeks turning slightly red from embracement of not lasting longer.

Your lips meet his with desperation as you both kiss. His hands still gripping you tightly as you rest on him, as if you might leave again if he lets go. Breaking the kiss you both look into each other’s eyes. One of his hands leaving your body and moving up to caress your face gently.

“Are you mine?” König sounding so submissive and gentle, a side no one ever sees of him.

“Of course.”

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i hope you enjoy

reading this.

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⌦ hello everyone !

this is my very first post <3

my blog today will be about . . .

WHAT IT MEANS TO BE ESU

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:: OO . . . . . . . . . . . disclaimer + rant.

:: O1 . . . . . . . . . . . intro to esu.

:: O2 . . . . . . . . . . . my story.

:: O3 . . . . . . . . . . . signs you might be esu.

:: O4 . . . . . . . . . . . resources.

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༄ ‧₊˚ ⌇ disclaimer + rant:: ↴ ! ❜⸼۰

before y'all start fighting in my comments section, nobody wants to fight you so hate will be deleted. you are entitled to your own opinion and i am entitled to mine and believe it or not, thinking this is valid IS an opinion. if you think otherwise, you're allowed to think that, what am i gonna do about it?? this post is really just me practicing argumentative responses, feedback or criticism would be greatly appreciated. i would love to hear your point of view as long as you're respectful !

esu, transracial, and rcta aren't the same thing so please don't say that. idek what transracial is but i assume it's the same as being rcta - rcta means "race change to another" and it is a newer term that we should NOT be using. why?

first off, race is a very broad thing, you can't just transition to a race, you have to be a specific ethnicity.

some of y'all don't know the difference between race, ethnicity and nationality so lemme just get that out of the way now :

race: race typically refers to physical characteristics such as skin color, facial features, and hair texture. it's a social construct used to categorize people based on perceived biological differences. however, there is no scientific basis for these distinctions, as genetic variation within racial groups can be greater than between them.

ethnicity: ethnicity relates to cultural factors such as language, religion, ancestry, and traditions. it's more about shared customs, beliefs, and history rather than physical traits. people from the same ethnicity may or may not share the same race.

nationality: nationality refers to the legal relationship between an individual and a sovereign state. it indicates the country of citizenship or allegiance, often determined by factors like place of birth, parentage, or legal status. nationality is about belonging to a specific political community, regardless of race or ethnicity.

now that you know that, let's continue.

the term race change TO ANOTHER implies that you were not that race before which would be untrue, it's a very hard feeling to describe but you've always been that race at heart, you're not "changing races"

this term was made by an awful person who is a groomer and pedo. they are also an asian fetishist. so by using this term, you'd be putting yourself under the same umbrella as them. im not going to talk about it but @.rctaisacult on tiktok has talked about it with screenshots and proof.

people who use ethnicity subliminals have ALWAYS been called ethnicity subliminals users, you can see that term goes back a lot of years, rcta on the other hand, very recent.

and for why you shouldn't use the term "transracial" ? there actually isn't a reason that comes to mind except for the fact that a lot of bait accounts or adults use it, there are many transracial adults out there that you can go to for help, large community! me personally, i don't really like to because i've noticed that most of the time, they have underlying mental issues that really need attention... im not trying to be like that so err i'd just not.

transracial is defined as: "Anyone whose physical makeup, emotional, racial, and/or self-expression is in conflict with current cultural racial stereotypes and racial norms, similar to transgender and sexual norms" (which it is not). it is actually the oldest term on the list, if you haven't heard of being esu, i'm sure you've heard of being transracial.

based on this definition, i feel like the difference between being esu and being transracial is one (has to) use subliminals and the other doesn't. they'll do things like cosmetic procedures instead.

i kinda wanna talk abt oli london but let's not address that

that tangent is over now and i just want to tell you that im not asking you to change your opinion, i just want you to be nice. the hate towards esu on the Internet is absolutely insane, i get it if you don't support, okay? if you don't like it, block don't report. we're just existing and it sucks that you think that's wrong of us. hate comments can be really damaging to someone's mental health, ESPECIALLY if that person is sensitive. if the hate is prolonged, it could lead to the death of someone, someone's child, cousin, uncle, aunt, mom, dad etc.

beating up someone because of their race/ethnicity or identity is absolutely insane, never ever resort to violence like that. what if that was a rumor? what if the person you just put on the brink of death was a bait account? what if they were framed? what if they lied? what if that was just a child? what if they were just minding their own business? you did that for what? for no reason at all.

i've lost many friends due to things like this happening, honestly just scroll, it's not that hard. the way that you'll just resort to violence like that is seriously disgusting, im sorry but you were not raised right. you all need to learn how to get over it, there's more to people other than if they're esu or not, it's their life, their decision, what are you really gonna do about it??

don't report, block me please

rest in peace to everyone we've lost and best wishes to everyone who has quit or left social media due to hate.

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now that that's been said, let's start !

i hope you enjoy !

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༄ ‧₊˚ ⌇intro to esu:: ↴ ! ❜⸼۰ ꒱

esu : ethnicity subliminal user(s)

what is a subliminal?

subliminals are messages that are delivered to the subconscious mind by means of music, speech or visual stimuli. these messages often contain negative or positive affirmations that are repeated repeatedly in order to reprogram or retrain the mind. subliminals are commonly used in self-improvement programs, weight loss programs and various therapy programs.

how do subliminals work?

subliminals work by bypassing the conscious mind and communicating directly to the subconscious mind. the subconscious mind receives and accepts these messages, if this goes on for a prolonged amount of time (varies), it can influence a person's beliefs, attitudes and behavior and may have a long-term effect on their thoughts, emotions and physical health. subliminal messages can be delivered through a variety of media, including music, videos, affirmations, and visual cues.

what is the law of attraction?

the law of attraction is a spiritual belief that states that positive or negative thoughts and feelings create a corresponding positive or negative energy that attracts or repels similar experiences, events, and people into our lives.

according to the law of attraction, if we focus on positive thoughts and feelings, we are more likely to attract positive experiences and people, and if we focus on negative thoughts and feelings, we are more likely to attract negative experiences and people.

what is manifestation?

manifestation is the process of bringing one's thoughts, feelings, and desires into physical reality. it involves concentrating one's thoughts, attention, and energy on a particular goal or outcome and taking action towards obtaining that outcome, believing that it is already a reality and that the desired result will manifest. manifestation involves having a clear and focused idea of what one wants, consistently holding that idea in one's mind, and taking action to bring it into physical reality.

what are ethnicity subliminals?

ethnicity subliminals are a type of subliminal messaging that uses affirmations, music, or ambient sounds to alter the physical appearance or identity of an individual. these affirmations are aimed at changing a person's ethnicity, and are often used by people who have a desire to look like a different ethnic group. while some believe that ethnicity subliminals can be used to alter one's appearance, many view this as problematic and potentially harmful.

so.. what's an ethnicity subliminal user?

ethnicity subliminal users are individuals who use ethnicity subliminals, to change one's physical appearance, ancestry or identity. these individuals may feel the need to change their appearance to conform to societal standards of beauty (invalid), to fit in with a different group (invalid), or to simply change their appearance to suit their personal preferences.

While some ethnicity subliminal users may see these messages as beneficial, others may view them as problematic and potentially harmful.

when you are esu, you're using these all of these things !

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༄ ‧₊˚ ⌇my story :: ↴ ! ❜⸼۰ ꒱

the purpose of me telling you this is so you can compare yourself to me and see if our stories align, i've noticed that most esu have similar childhood experiences.

as a young child, i was always drawn to japan, but i didn't really know why i was fascinated by everything about the country: the language, the food, the fashion, and the architecture. it all seemed to resonate with me on a deeper level, and i would spend hours researching japanese history, traditions, and customs. but i kept these feelings to myself, afraid that others would think i was weird or that they wouldn't understand. i tried to suppress my interests and conform to the expectations of those around me. however, the pull of japan was always there, and i couldn't shake the feeling that there was something about the country that i connected with on a deep level.

my connection to japan and its culture has always been a source of both fascination and confusion for me. i felt drawn to the country and its cultures from a very young age. but i didn't understand why or what it meant. i kept these feelings to myself out of fear that others would judge me or think i was wrong. as i got older, i couldn't shake the feeling that i was different from the people around me. it seemed like everyone around me was comfortable with their race and culture, while i felt like an outsider. i didn't look like my birth race, and i didn't feel like i was a part of it either. i always felt out of place, like there was something wrong with me. i wanted to be japanese, so much so that i would tell people i met that i was. but i didn't know a single word of japanese, so when people would ask me to say something in the language, i would freeze up and feel ashamed. i tried to learn japanese, but as an 8-year-old, i couldn't quite grasp it. i turned to subliminals to try and help me become more japanese, but i wasn't any good at sticking to routines and eventually gave up.

it wasn't until a bit later that i finally started to figure out what was going on. i was depressed and sad, trying on so many different gender identities and sexualities, but nothing ever felt right. i wish i could go back in time and change all of those years of confusion and sadness. but it isn't possible. my connection to japan was always more than just a passing interest; it was a deep-seated fascination that captivated me for years even when i didn't fully understand what it meant. i would daydream about living in japan, surrounded by the culture and the language, and would spend hours researching everything i could about the country, desperate to learn more. but even as i dreamed of becoming fluent in japanese, living in japan, and being part of the culture, i struggled with the guilt of feeling like i was somehow betraying my birth race and identity. i would ignore my birth race's culture, trying to pretend it didn't exist, and would become uncomfortable when others mentioned it.

as a self-proclaimed "anime hater" in 2020 i kept my distance from anything japanese for fear of being associated with the weird and awkward people who idolized the culture. but when the pandemic hit and we were quarantined at home, my curiosity began to get the best of me. with nothing but time on my hands, i started to explore japanese culture through something other than anime, and food. i started to explore the different kinds of sushi and discovered the deliciousness of onigiri, falling in love with the unique flavors and textures that were new to my palette. and even though i tried to ignore it, my obsession with japanese food slowly grew. (love it! #fat) but wasn't just my love for japanese food bun that was changing, as i struggled through the isolation of quarantine, l started to feel very sensitive and empty, like there was a part of me that was missing, even though i thought | had finally figured out my identity, something still seemed wrong.

then, again, i turned to subliminals as a way to find answers. i tried ethnicity subliminals, hoping they would help me figure out where i belonged in the world. but after a short time, i stopped listening to them, feeling like they weren't providing me with the answers i was looking for. and then, it was the summer of 2023. everyone was talking about rcta, something l knew a bit about from when i was young. lt seemed like a crazy fad, and i was one of the people making fun of t butt deep down, i knew that something was still missing. i still hadn't found that place in the world where i felt like i belonged, and i was desperate for answers. and thus began my journey down the rabbit hole of the rcta/esu community. lt started with me simply observing from the side, trying to understand what all the fuss was about. i was intrigued by the concept, but didn't want to go all in just yet.

however, as l spent more time in the community, i began to realize that i felt a strong connection to the esu identity, it was like a missing piece of the puzzle had finally been found! so, l decided to create my discord server, hoping to help others who were also struggling to find their place in the world. at first, i didn't claim to be esu, but rather acted as a supporter, helping others navigate their journeys. with over 800 members, it was like a second home to me. everyone was so supportive and caring, and i felt like i belonged for the first time in a long time. but then things took a turn. i took a short break from discord, only to come back to a complete mess. it was all my fault, apparently, and i felt like i had let everyone down. so i quit that server and started a new one, this time i started posting esu content and started "baiting" as esu japanese.

it wasn't a surprise that i got a lot of hate comments on my tiktok. people seemed to hate the idea of changing races, and they didn't hold back when it came to expressing their opinion. the comments hurt me, but i refused to admit it to

myself instead, i lashed out and doubled down on my beliefs, refusing to see the other side. my mom eventually caught wind of the hate i had been spewing, and she confronted me about it and defended myself. arguing that chänging races were racist but then she asked me a simple question: "how is it racist? they just want to be their true selves." oh, how that question hit me like a truck. i realized that i had been going against everything i had said and everything thought | had ever believed. it was as if a switch flipped inside me, and suddenly, it all made sense, i had to know more, to understand this newfound realization.

so i started researching my culture, devouring every piece of information i could find. i scoured the web for answers, for stories from people who experienced the same thing l did. and every article, every testimony, every piece of information. i felt my identity falling into place. it's been a few months since that realization, and i have never felt more connected to japan. i've learned so much about my culture, from the food to the customs, language and history. i feel a sense of belonging i never thought possible, and a newfound sense of pride in who i live, let's have been a journey, but one that i am grateful for. and know that there's still so much more to learn and discover. but for now, i'm satisfied with my new identity as an esu, and i am proud to be a part of a community that celebrates our cultures and identities.

༄ ‧₊˚ ⌇signs you might be esu:: ↴ ! ❜⸼۰ ꒱

you feel a deep affinity or connection to a culture or ethnicity that is different from your own background.

you have a genuine curiosity and enthusiasm for exploring and learning about different cultures, including their language, traditions, customs, and history.

you may feel like you don't fully belong to or identify with the cultural norms, traditions, or values of your birth culture.

you may desire to integrate elements of the culture you feel connected to into your own life, whether it's through language learning, adopting certain customs or practices, or participating in cultural events.

you have experimented with subliminals or other methods as a way to explore or express your connection to a different ethnicity or culture.

༄ ‧₊˚ ⌇resources:: ↴ ! ❜⸼۰ ꒱

you feel a sense of resonance or belonging when engaging with esu communities or content that explores themes of cultural identity, ethnicity, or belonging.

OR you feel jealous or almost violent when you see these communities^^

if you're feeling this way, please think about why !

https://cryptome.org/2017/05/in-defense-of-transracialism.pdf

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: : : : . . . . . .thank you for reading!

hopefully this changed some perspectives <3

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see you next time ! 。。‿‿‿‿ ⌲

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secretly-of-course · 1 year

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@theres-got-to-be-more I think you sent this my other blog on accident but I'm gonna answer it here lol

Thanks for asking!

💫 what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

For multichapter stuff I love when people make predictions, it means a lot to me that people care enough about the story to think about what's gonna happen next. For one shots I like when people tell me what parts they enjoyed in the story, but really I love all the feedback :)

💌 share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Oo okay! I think we are still a couple chapters till we get to it, but I'm really excited to introduce the "Pub Thugs" in my tangled AU. We'll get to see Luz, Eda, Gus, Hooty, Katya, and few others :D

🍭 why did you start writing?

I think mainly I started because the stories I wanted to read didn't exist. I only have one Andi Mack fic but it was my first fic and I wrote it because I wanted to see Kira get a redemption (shout out to my friend Sunny who is no longer on tumblr but encouraged me to post it!). Then more recently when I got into shipping Steve x Katya, I was disappointed there weren't already any fics about them on AO3, so I decided to make the content I wanted to see in the world hehe. It's been a surprising amount of fun and I'm really glad I tried it!

Writer ask game

#ask games #alisa 🐝

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2022-09-30 “love #Tere-pan blog” [ENG]

💌 request

I wish I could see a off shot from your individual PV!

Do you have a Teresa-like thing we should look out for a behind the scenes info from the shoot?

(blog name: deigan)

I messed up, I wanted to do a cosplay so I drew a scar on my face!

I’m Yor from Chainsaw man

Just kidding, I’m Nogizaka46’s 5th generation member Ikeda Teresa

Thank you for opening my blog today

I’ve been told that my visuals match the Ikeda in the individual PV so I tried doing it this way. I first started hearing everyone’s impressions at the meet and greet and so I’ll try doing dressing up for the meet and greet on the 29th of October. So if you have any requests, it would be best to get them in early 🫶🏻🤍

It’s already been a month since the 30th single went on sale, that also means it’s been about that long since the performance at Meiji Jingu… time has gone by so quickly since August. During the national tour there were so many live concerts and it was a special time for us is what I thought but that wasn’t the case since September has gone by just as fast

… ( ˙-˙ ; )

But being a part of Nogizaka was already something extraordinary isn’t it

Personally, for some reason around this season I want to listen to Nigemizu

The bursting heating and brightness of the sun, along with the bright and enjoyable voices of youth are good but before anyone realized it, like how the summer ends silently and quickly, you can really come to love the sensation of Nogizaka46. I said this in the audition as well.

Hnnnnggg so nostalgic.

I went on a little bit of a tangent

Let’s go back to the individual PV (⊃'-'∩)ｼｭｯ

In other words, during the span of one month there are a lot of people who watched my individual PV! If there were also a lot of people reading this that watched it then if my assumption is correct I’d be very happy.

At the previous meet and greet as well as in the comments section, I’ve been able to hear a lot of your opinions, Teresa-panda is deeply moved! (For some reason recently ‘Teresa-panda OO’ has been crossing my mind)

Thank you very much (..)

Secret story of the filming… yup

To tell you the truth one of the detectives in the pair was a part time hero, therefore, at the final DJ booth there were only 2 people the hero and the detective, if you don’t look closely you won’t notice it.

The strange orange and bouncy person was all made of air ( ˙³˙)

The stage door was so small that I couldn’t get through and it was difficult to inflate and deflate, I had to let go off so much air it was difficult haaaaaaaa

I ate a lot of chupa chips, I became familiar with many flavours, the cola and café mocha flavors looked the same but after you had it in your mouth for a while you got a shock.

That’s right, speaking of lollipops, all the of the rain in the video were created 🌧

It was added every time there was a cut to the shower, the sun came out naturally and there was a beautiful rainbow. The staff had a difficult time deciding how to not get it in the shot 𖦹‎ ̫ 𖦹‎

There were various hmmm moments… if you haven’t seen the PV this has all just been gibberish to you, even on the previous blog I wrote about it in my preview, but the real thing probably was shocking? Lol

Please don’t let Ikeda go ̖́-

This is a picture that I took at the previous meet and greet with the intention of uploading it to my blog with Satsuki-chan and hii-chan

Get well soon Satsuki-chan ヾ(´｡••｡`)ﾉ(><)

I’m going to inject you even more than usual to get that Teresa-power injectionnnnn 💉

Hii-chan worked hard to overcome her pain

Out of the 5th generation these two are top class, they’re both bright people and they laugh and smile a lot, I’m looking forward to the day where I can see her smile again ̖́-

Saku-tan as well!!!

All of you who are reading my blog are also amazing for doing your best every day!!!! (Observed by god)

New outfit💜

The design as well as the refreshing feeling when you wear it. When you nervous you feel really hot and it would be great if it could cool you down as well. I guess you can say I’m sensitive to the heat ( ´ｰ`)

The pin badge on the chest looks the same as the one on the 5th generation member’s outfits but I’m not sure if it is. When I was in school it was part of our school rules to have the school emblem on our chest and I remember always breaking that rule (small trivia: nobody wore it in the first semester of middle school)

The broadcast of New Nogizaka Star Tanjou! Is almost here, you’ll be able to see the 5th generation members! I’m looking forward to it.

Ikeda has a small mouth when she is relaxed

P.S This is soon but the broadcast the other day we also debuted out new outfit! It was done it real time, Teresa-panda is delighted!

Yamanote sen pyon game

The previous episode we didn’t Hit and Cover rock paper scissors meow, it might have been good if I lost so everyone could see me go ‘meow meow’… is a cowardly thought that has spiraled out of control. Teresa-panda is reflecting upon this.

But this time, I was some how able to avoid any punishment game and was able to make it through, I hope it stays this way. It’s rare to see a cute side of me.

By the way, on the final week, we did a one shot gag and I borrowed Oodorii Tashiaki san’s ‘Koko, aiteimasuyo!’ (There’s a spot here) (≧∀≦)

Ahh, the seat is still available? Ehehehe

Is Tokyo small?

When you were in elementary school, in geography did you do prefecture area ranking? It seems that the ranking changes if you include the airport or not… By the way Tokyo is ranked the 3rd smallest ( 　･´ｰ･｀ )so smoll ! at least this face emoji is big

On the next New Nogizaka Star Tanjou! Hayashi Runa-san will be a guest and will be performing with Aya and me performing ‘Sobakasu’ by Judy and Mary

Hayashi-san’s singing voice is very clean and beautiful, I’ll never forget her rendition of ‘Kimi no Na wa Kibou’ at the 29th Under Live.

Of course singing while standing right beside her, being within arms reach of her and listening to her sing brings such bliss.

The next time is already tonight! I’d be very happy if you were to tune in and watch it.

Make-up talk.

First my skin care ( っ◜~◝c)

I have really dry skin, and so moisturizing my skin is very important

When I get out of the bath I do toner → milky lotion → cream → wait a while and then put on another cream before I sleep, it’s a race to see which one will win!!!

I’m not good with sunscreen so I have a parka that cuts UV with a hat and an umbrella as well…it’s also a good way to beat the heat so I recommend it!

But when I’m asked why I don’t burn I answer that the reason is that I don’t leave the house and if I do I move around at night because I’m nocturnal (ฅº￦ºฅ)

It’s a pain? You don’t have an umbrella? I’ll go and put sunscreen on you so sit down and shut up!

Base -⁽ -´꒳`⁾-

For sunscreen, a waterproof one would be good. I would do that occasionally during the rehearsals for Jingu, under the shinning sun I would use it and use it but no matter how much I used it, it wasn’t enough. So I had to go to the convenience store to buy more.

I don’t typically use a foundation.

How about:

The SAEM Chip concealer

05 Ice beige

And

CANMAKE color mixing concealer 01

Eyes ( ⚯̱̈᷄ )

I don’t really use eyeshadow!

Probably just light beige, there are times where my make-up artists use lamé like ones.

For the corner of my eyes, I may use a beige brown color shadow. Recently I’ve found that if I don’t use eyeliner my eyes seems warmer.

For my eyelashes I use an eye perm!

I don’t really care about the company or the design.

What I have is ↓

CLIO Pro eyeshadow pallet 13 Picnic by the Sunset

I thought the colors looked nice, and it had a brush so that what I bought, and I like it! The one that I’ve wanted recently is Dasique shadow pallet #07 Milk Latte! Pale colors are in

Mascara is Majolica Majorca

Lash tint BK961

It’s good for people who’s eyelashes get messed up when they sleep

Eyebrows ( ▔•з•▔ )

Koji DOLLY WINK Eyebrow filter

04 dark greige

Black hair with low color saturation hair color this is what I recommend

Lips ( ˙❥˙ )

Recently I’ve bought a lot of lip products

Kiss lip armor

04 counterattack mob

And

KATE LIP MONSTER

02 pink banana, 07 last boss

I’ve looked everywhere but they’re sold out and I thought they were like phantom items but I’ve recently discovered a place that had them. In a panic I messaged Hii-chan on LINE [I’m a big fan of 07] is what she responded with, I originally saw it on Hii-chan’s blog and I bought both 02 and 07 ✌🏻

But no matter how many I buy, my lips look like one entity… so I’m restraining myself.

Cheek (♡ˊᵕˋ♡)

Chifure Powder Cheek 100 111

Are the two I use, and I use them based on how I feel

Scent ( -..- )

I like fig and tree scents 🌳

Recently I’ve liked the scent of Osmanthus and so that what I bought. Recently I’ve noticed when walking around the town it’s a scent that gets me hyped up and excited.

It’s kind of embarrassing talking about what perfume you use isn’t it, if you like you can come talk to me about make-up at the meet and greet.

Well, it’s over!

Was this a good reference? If so I’m glad!

The song I was listening to while writing this blog today was

Black Rock shooter / supercell

Senkou Shoujo / Tokyo Jihen

Yoake made Tsuyogaranakutemoii/ Nogizaka46

RTRT/ Mili

Yoake made is of course an original song but I think it would really suit an orchestral arrangement. I like it’s brittle yet showy and cool arrangement ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )

Preview of next time

I’m going to do an eloquent blog

Satsuki-chan asked what level I was trying to reach with such a childish blog title but I couldn’t answer and went home.

And so…looking back on my blogs up till now I’ve been talking about not caring about life and being strangely obsessed with egg whites and egg yolks, and I all of sudden started comforting you about a broken heart, I’ll reflect upon this mistake.

This time I decided to turn over a new leaf and had a short title, or that’s what I though and but a second ‘Nyu’ would’ve been shorter… what the hell man!!!

Wait, that’s me.

That’s right, so this title is my true feelings for all of you reading this blog (⑉･･⑉)

I know it’s early but I’m itching and restless looking forward to next week’s blog, Please look forward to it.

Tomorrow is Mikkunkun

Well then!!!

📞 Q&A time !

Actually today Ikeda has a question for Merono-san…

💌Dear Merono-san

At the meet and greet the fans have asked what is up with the blog names?

(Blog name: Teresa-pan)

ʕ·͡·ʔ

This is an interesting question indeed! The blog names are just Merono language, Merono translates everyone’s comments and that’s what they become

Te “Is there a rule for how they’re translated”

ʕ·͡·ʔ “Nope!”

💌I know you be workin’ hard writtin’ a blog right now, so there ain’t no way you’ll see this comment ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Time (2022/09/19 17:47:28)

(Blog name: Maruhadaka ni sarechaa tenshi)

You dare to ask this question (this challenge) on a previously uploaded blog and you thought I wouldn’t notice,

Take that!

💌Merono-san… Recently I have been able to see a lot of the honorable Tere-pan on TV and on the Radio, the 37 trillion cells in my body, all of them, are completely obsessed with Tere-pan. This is the terminal stage of Tereru disease isn’t it…

(blog name: Goryokaku)

Each and every cell has contracted the disease hasn’t it! I guess I’ll have to inject all 37 trillion with Teresa power injection |ᯅ･` )

💌Lastly there is a question I wanted to ask Tere-chan. The other day when you took a break during the meet and greet there was a transfer time we could have but I’m not sure what day I should use it for. If you’re going to be in costume/cosplay, or if there was a day that you would want me to come please let me know!!! Thanks a lot

(Blog name: Tereru bakufu no shogun sama)

The day I’m planning to dress up is October 29th!

💌Do you watch horror movies?

(Blog name: Utsukushii pan wo tsukurou ♪)

I 100% don’t watch them, no matter what happens I would never watch them. I say that no matter what happens I would never watch them, this is no the lead in for a joke!!!!!

💌

Pan-san, I wonder if you hammer out these blogs on your phone? When you do it for so long do you’re finger go “ahhhh”? When you write a lot it’s definitely better to do it on the computer

(blog name: Gota Shoten no musuko)

Honestly, Ikeda can’t type (´・ω・｀)

💌RIIIIIIIIING, click! Merono-san, can I get some advice? Ever since I talked with Tere-pan at the meet and greet all I can see now right before my eyes is her. Is this a serious case of Tereru disease?

(blog name: Kunikida poppo)

No! You mustn’t!

💌

Question. Please tell me an episode you have with Aruno-chan.

(Blog name: Potato ha zettai large size)

She seems to like squid

She’s eating squid candy next to me right now

Hii-chan was eating surume in the car and Iroha hit her

💌

Question! 1, Tere-pan when will this bread go on sale! 2, What’s your favorite type of bread! Mine is Tere-pan!

(Blog name: Sachiko)

What flavor would Tere-pan actually be, I believe that a discussion is necessary so I suggest we hold a developer’s meeting next time

Tere-pan like Butter sandwich ♡

However, recently Tere-pan saw a special feature on croissants and now she has become strangely entranced with them. The other day she bought a croissant taiyaki tehe (regret)

💌

Question corner 🌻

1, Please tell me a recipe you want to try one day!! 2, Please tell me your number one moment from Bananaman-san that left an impression!! 3, Tere-chan and Merono-san what do you do when you can’t sleep??

(blog name: Kimchi chige ha kitto kuru)

1, Merono san’s roast

ʕ·͡·ʔ｢…｣

2, There voice is so cool!

Tada! Hearing them say ‘Nogizaka Under Construction is starting now” really moved me.

I wish I had a voice like that

3, I give up on trying to sleep

💌

Personally, who do you think has the best fashion sense out of the 5th generation members?

(blog name: Tettere Level up!)

Aya is really good at wearing primary colors so much so that we call her the magician of colors.

Aaaaa so adorable 💕

💌

Question. Please tell me your honest opinion on Yoda Yuuki’s drawing of a camel.

(blog name: Bond)

I felt like a saw a glimpse of greatness… I need to encourage myself even more to chase after my seniors, I’m going to do my best 💪🏽( ¨̮ 💪🏽)

💌I talk to myself quite a lot, I even talk to myself in public, is there a way to fix this?

(blog name: Creamy menchikatsu)

You can just pretend to be on your phone ദ്ദി˶ｰ̀֊ｰ́ )

💌[Question] I’ve been interested about this for a while but how many characters can you put as your name for the meet and greet. I previously put in 200 characters and there was a lot of system trouble and I didn’t ask what happened, I need to know because I can’t sleep at night (big lie)

(Blog name: Hanzo)

Honestly, if you have a really long name at the meet and greet only the last character is shown on screen (´∩ω∩`)

However, when it comes to blogs you can have as long a name as you want, I hope this clears up any frustration!

💌[Question for Tere-pan] Questions about nicknames were asked before but when you refer to yourself (in first person) what do you say? Tere? I?

(blog name: Geijutsu ka no go gatsu)

When I was younger I used to call myself Tere-chan (When I was in kindergarten)

💌

Question, Teresa-chan has the last name ‘Ike’ (pond), my last name has ‘kawa’ (river) is it okay to think that we both have elements of water? Or is Teresa-chan the element of darkness?

(blog name: Kakei sei kibou)

Newts are found in ponds so I’m like a newt

💌I have a short question! Teresa-chan, can we be friends? If we do I’d be so happy! You’d be my favorite person in the whole world. Well then! See you later!

(blog name: nyokki)

We’re already friends aren’t we

💌Question ^ ^ I’ve never been to a meet and greet with Teresa-chan yet, Is it ok if I participate?

(blog name: Makku)

Hey, I’ve been waiting for you…w..w…why haven’t you come, I’m lonely please come ( ･᷅ὢ･᷄ )

💌

Lastly a question! Teresa, if you were to own your own shop what kind of shop would it be?

(blog name: Shuuuuu)

I wonder if it’s ok for me to answer bread?

💌

About your dream diary! 1, when did you start it? 2, you’re good a drawing, have you ever done ilustrations? 3, what’s the dream that’s left the biggest impression on you since you started your dream diary? 4, Déjà vu, have you experienced a dream coming true? 5, Are you a person that does dream divination?

(blog name ℃)

Near the ocean on the train heading towards the Yamanote train line a black and brown haired dog, that looked like a border collie, along with a boy (about high school age) got off into a station that looked like a cage held by an auntie. After getting off it turned into a half beach, and there was some seawater pilling up. The dog went to go to the elevator to slide while sitting on the aunt.

I wanted to go to my grandmother’s house, but I was worried that she wouldn’t be there, but then I saw her getting on the train on the other platform and so I tried to climb up the stairs but there was a cultural festival and I couldn’t call out to her. I screamed many time and she noticed, she wasn’t surprised her daughter came to play

(2021/05/12 dream diary)

1, I’ve been doing it for a long time!

I’ve probably had a diary since middle school (The one in the memo is probably my oldest one)

2, I’ve never done illustrations, that’s a good idea. There’s people and things I remember so I should try drawing them ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )

3, A dream where I was in the water and I become friends with a big blue dragon

4, probably not a lot

5, If I ever see an impressive dream I’ll look it up! The dragon dream was a good sign, what good thing? The fact that I got in to Nogizaka.

💌

Question, recently at home what food have you made that’s made you go ‘yeah I think I did pretty good with this one?’

(blog name: 𖠚ᐝ)

Recently something that I made that was delicious was Green pepper kinpira, as well as lightly pickled paprika. I’ve might have overcome sweet pepper

Was it pretty good?

💌

Ah, speaking of which, the balance of my Suica card is 1003 yen, are there any perks that come with this?

(blog name: front)

With Teresa-power you will be able to change trains smoothly.

💌I’m going to ask some food terrorism questions!

1, top 3 favorite seasonings?

2, top 3 favorite soups?

3, top 3 favorite meat dishes? I want to eat meat… ( ´ཫ` )

(blog name: Muscat dan)

1, Seasoning

1. Miso

2. Oyster sauce

3. Wasabi

I think I might like Asian seasonings

Ikeda could also say that she likes the five fundamental seasonings used in Japanese cooking. Sugar, salt, vinegar, soy sauce, miso. I also mention it when talking with my favorite people, why? Because I worked hard to remember them!!!!

2, Soup

1. Egg soup

2. Miso soup

3. Not very spicy (important) kimchi jiigae

The clear layer of miso soup is the most delicious.

The also really loved the clam soup that I had during Hina Matsuri! With three leaved closer

3, Meat

1. Steak

2. Yakiniku

3. Karaage

I couldn’t decide between Karaage, samgyeopsal, roast beef…I want to eat meat…even tho it’s late at night I committed some food terrorism! Tehe time (2022/09/22 05:54:51)

💌Hello Teresa-pan-san! ON the previous episode of Nogizaka Under Construction there was the 5th generation strength test and a worn-out Tere-pan was ‘found’. This was well received by the fans but what do you think about it?

(blog name: kotatsu douzo)

Embarrassed…

☎

Hello, Merono-san, I want to ask a question about this strange alien called Tere-pan. 1, What’s Tere-pan’s top 3 food with shrimp? 2, I’m interested in Tere-pan’s conditions on adaptability to earth.

Can you please rhyme based on the names of the 5th generation members. My favorite is ‘Odoroki, Momonoki, Iokmao’

(blog name: Tere-pan ohayougozaimasu)

1. Grilled

2. Sashimi

3. Garlic shrimp and dish fried in garlic oil (I couldn’t decide)

My adaptability to earth is low…

2, It’s got ot be ‘Aruno, dekiruno? Dekinaino!”

(To Aruno who is sitting right next to me, I love you)

💌 Basketball corner!

1, In the same game have you ever refereed and played? In a practice match I was refereeing, and I had to be little inside the ball line so it was rough… On a fast break I had to run like I was going to get the shot! Lmao.

2, with my one whistle I had the pressure of deciding the outcome of the game. Throughout the game, through my whistle, I felt like a king. Teresa-chan when you were refereeing were you nervous? Excited?

3, When the game is high energy (as a referee) the response of ‘it was a back pass’ do you have that in middle and high school women’s basketball? For boys it’s only until junior basketball so I’m interested!

(blog name: Haruka Kaneda)

1, I have

Ball line, opposite side, fast break… so nostalgic, these are words I don’t really want to remember

2, When refereeing for a game with another school I was nervous (--;)

When I was doing it for a 5 on 5 it’s was more relaxed and I looked forward to it!

3, probably did

For study we watched NBA matches, the size of the court and the height of the hoop felt completely different. Something that wasn’t really helpful

💌

Question: 1, this is something I thought about when I was looking at Tere-chan’s picture and that is your lip color is really light, is that because you don’t like darker colors?

2, If you have a good way to raise your eyelashes, please tell me

(blog name: hitori ya)

1, I think you’re right, I don’t really do dark lips. When I do make up I like a lighter style

2, I can’t really do it well… so let’s borrow the power of other people (˙꒳˙ )͟͟͞͞ =

💌

Is there any Fall anime that you want to watch!?

(blog name: Dokoku Keiho Teresa-pan)

Chainsaw man and Bleach thousand year blood war

If you have any recommendations please let me know!!!

💌

The autumn of Food, Sports, there are a lot of things to do in autumn, what kind of Autumn do you want to have? 🍂

(Blog name: futokuteitasu)

The autumn of sleep…is what I want it to be, but I love drawing so I want it to be the autumn of art!

So that’s why I drew this Mao Nao

💌

Question

1, What temperature do you have your bath set to?!

2, Are tomatoes a fruit or a vegetable?!

3, what do you but on bread?!!

4, I think Teresa-pan should do a collaboration with Frying pan!

(Blog name: Rainbow wa baito chuu)

1, 43 ℃ (cool)

2, In any case Ikeda doesn’t eat them, they could be fruit, vegetable or even meat I wouldn’t eat them ‪(´･_･`)

3, Butter

4, I thought about ‘pan’ (bread) but frying pan was unexpected. That would be good, what kind of frying pan?

I think one where I could make pancakes that look like Merono-san face would be good

ʕ·͡·ʔ “Do you want to eat me…”

💌

I’m really interested in finding out how you met Angel Bad End! (lol)

(blog name: Made in me)

I think they were handing out flyers at Kouenji station

💌

I’m a Teresa-pan Oshi from Kyushu, ♡ outside of the tour have you ever been to Kyushu? Is there somewhere in Kyushu you want to go?

(blog name: untie)

Tere-pan went to Okinawa a long time ago! My family and I made a lot of lion dogs (｢ `･ω･)｢ｶﾞｵ

I want to go to Kagoshima and Miyazaki, and eat torisashi (chicken sashimi)! Basashi (horse sashimi) and Yukhoe are other raw meats I like

💌

Teresa-chan how do I get a face like yours? ♡ Please accept me!!!

(Blog name: Nayuta)

I’ll accept it ദ്ദി˶ｰ̀֊ｰ́ )

Let’s do it… Tere-portation! To a world where everyone has the same face as Ikeda! How is it?

By the way, Ikeda doesn’t like that world…

💌

I’ve never been scared or shocked but then I saw Tere-pan for the first time and I felt nervous and shocked so is it ok if I feel for you? Well…I think I already have!!

(Blog name: Noborizaka!)

I love you

💌

Question 𓂃 𓈒𓏸◌

1, How long do you brush your teeth for before going to bed?

2, I’m younger that Teresa-chan is ok for me to talk casually with you??

3, What kind of alarm do you use to get up in the morning?

4, I’m not good with mornings, how do you think one can get up earlier?

5, When you need to do something you don’t want to do how do you forget about it?

(Blog name: Jin)

1, roughly 10 minutes?

I often do it when doing the laundry 🦷

My toothbrush is one that I bought at the dentist

2, ჱ̒(._.)

3, Default iPhone alarm

4, For Ikeda she puts on a lot of alarms

5, to struggle and rage

💌

You never said “Don’t ask me questions” so is it okay for me to ask a question? “Teresa has an interesting spelling and name, are there any other names or name changes that you’ve had? I really want to know so please tell me!

(blog name: Filipe ga pinpinshiteruze)

For girl names it would Akane, for boy’s name it would be Ren!

💌Lastly, a question. Right before your new blog is uploaded is it difficult for you to answer questions?

(Blog name: Yubisuukansuu)

I found you (☆ω☆)!

💌“Question”! Thank you for you hard work at the meet and greet. What kind of things do you talk about at the meet and greet? I want to go to a meet and greet with Teresa-pan but I thought I should do some research first. Kamen Rider Denou, is that something we could talk about.

(Blog name: Showa)

I look forward to talking to someone about Denou

By the way, are you watching Kamen Rider Geets?

💌“Question corner”

1, Which world line would you want to go into, Evangelion or Attack on Titan?

2, You’ve been appearing in my dreams more and more, is there a meaning behind it?

3, Did you know a horse named Terepathy won the other day?

4, Could I edit one of your pictures in the name of comedy?

(blog name: Niwa ni niwa niwatori ga iru)

1, Rather than being eaten by a titan I’d rather get back in the L.C.L… Thought I would want to be titan, but at the same time I want to ride a Eva (≧∇≦)

Speaking of Shinji-kun and co. they’re younger than Aya aren’t they. They’re little babies 🍼

2, it’s fate!

3, Terepathy was born in 2020 weren’t they. This is no place for a baby

4, Once it’s complete please show it to me, （✰✰）I’m looking forward to it

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Recently I’ve been listening to Radirer! Everyday while I’m in bed and I fall asleep after 5 minutes. Does your voice have the power to make people feel at ease, lol here is my question! Teresa’s voice has made me fall asleep recently, can you use hypnosis!!

(blog name: Lavender)

I think you’re just tired (´･_･`)

Sleep well

I hear lavender is good for sleep, I haven’t used it!!!

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I have a question for Tere-pan! Are you a coarse or smooth anko person?

(blog name: Kawasaki bakery)

I like smooth anko, I want to eat a half dead ohagi ( ˙ཫ˙ )

💌

Is it okay if I ask a question? Thank you for appearing in my dreams every so often! Why are you coming into my dreams?

(blog name: pii)

It’s probably love

💌Tests are terrible! When you were a student how did you get over them?

(Blog name: ai and peace)

The most important thing is to stay strong no matter what score you get.

💌Question! Tere-chan have you ever had a part time job? If you haven’t what kind of part time job you want to try?

(blog name: Biyouin kibou)

I haven’t done a part time job before

I want to work at a yakiniku restaurant, I look forward to makanai (meals you get when working in a restaurant) 🍖( '-' 🍖 )ｵﾆｸﾁｬﾝ

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Question! I haven’t really looked into Nogizaka in detail but I sometimes I would see Teresa-chan and it was love at first sight…! What songs would you recommend to a new Nogizaka fan? I really want to go meet you Teresa-chan!

(Blog name: hokahoka terebento)

Love at first sight （𓁹𖥦𓁹 ）You’re making me blush

My song recommendations ↓

Ima, Hanashita Dare ka ga iru and Arigachi na Renai!

I feels like a mix of school life and adulthood

Right now it feels like Nogizaka46 is in a transition period going from a girl to a mature woman, or that’s the image that I have. Please listen to both and I hope you like them.

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Question! At my first meet and greet I feel head over heels when Ikeda Teresa said ‘ehehehe’ naturally! Does it come out without thinking?

(blog name: aahhh mou!

Within your typical A + ha combination there is also ahha, and fufu, and ehehe that often come out!

Ihihi and ohoho don’t come out that often

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Terepan! Terepan! On the next blog can you please use this question as the final question! Can you please do Shiki Asuka Langley hairstyle! (Soryu would be better!)

(blog name: irohaoki)

I didn’t have a picture so I made this question last ((　˙-˙　)

Which means this corner is over ʕ·͡·ʔ☎ click

A dream where you wish the Merono was there or would show up ʕ·͡·ʔ

I copied Mao and did a picture of me a year before… or my autumn of art number 2

Around this time last year

Peace with unkept hair and clothes and if you look closely my little finger is black with lead… It makes me nostalgic cause everyday was like that until recently

Before I joined Nogizaka, all the pictures I could find were of me and my drawings and there were only one picture of each. This is the only one that I had.

Since joining Nogizaka, my album has become much more colorful, the pictures I have from now and then are both me but it’s strange how different they are.

The future that I drew up then is very different from what it is now, if the me from back then saw me now I hope they will smile!

It seems that I’ve already written 100000 characters in the blog…

22.09.30 #Terepan blog # 15

https://www.nogizaka46.com/s/n46/diary/detail/100742?ima=0630

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formulaorange · 3 years

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Sunday June 6th

2021 Spring Anime Season - Update 1/2

My Hero Academia Episode 11 Oo boyyy - this episode was fun, I'm glad they continued on rather than making it a huge deal. I loved that they showed the training between shinso and eraser head, him struggling with the ropes was excellent but also eraser head just looks so much better with his hair up. I think you get a real feel for how close they are during the examination. - V cute I'm also glad they had monoma say what I've felt for a lot of shows - for each masterpiece-there's a supporting character that outshines the protagonist. Now I don't think that's the case for all shows but I think each and every supporting character is what makes up the best shows and what makes them even better.

Tokyo Revengers Episode 9 Man this episode did not go the way I thought it would, and that's awesome. This episode kind of reminds you that the story takes place around gangs and gang violence. I feel like you forget that when it's so focused on the specific members. It's awesome that we got to see so much of the squad today, all the characters look so cool!! I'll be anxiously waiting for what the fuck they do after where they left off. (Sorry if the image spoils anything - I tried to pick one that wouldn't reveal much but also this scene was just too cool not to use) 86 Eighty Six Episode 9 Well fuck - lots of things have happened but we only halfway - I'm going to hold off on making any comments until the next episode when the cliffhanger of sorts is resolved and we see what the next step is. Edens Zero Sorry I've been behind on this one - I had initally been watching it on Japanese Netflix with a VPN but then recently it's been detecting the network change so couldn't watch it. Just realized it's on another streaming site so I'll be up to date on this (or 1 episode behind depending on the new site's release schedule) from now on!

Bonus screen cap from MHA

#spring anime season #2021 spring anime seasons #entertainment news #anime review #anime recommendation #86 eighty six #86 #tokyo revengers #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #edens zero #new anime #toman mikey #toman draken #toman v moebius #fowaci

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hello hello its been a few days but i, the dream nonsie, am back! (also my name actually means "dream" irl 👀) personally, i think a silveny flavored popsicle would be cinnamon-y as u said, but also... sparkly? in a way? not- not like actual glitter, thats disgusting, but.. when u eat it it just *feels* magical. not sure if im making sense lol ^^ aww, glad my crazy dream made you happy! :D ask word limit is getting close so imma continue in another ask if thats okay with you! <3 1/?

hello!! welcome back--i gotta admit I was not expecting this, but it's so nice of you and I really appreciate it <33. I hope you don't mind me compiling this all into one post, that way it's just a little more organized. you're entirely welcome to send as many asks as you want, so don't worry about continuing in others! I don't mind at all!

1. oo that's a really cool name meaning!! I always think it's interesting to hear what other people's name mean, or they meanings they've chosen to associate with them (as some have more that one). Quil doesn't really have a meaning, so I love hearing others'!! The only thing I miss about my dead name is the meaning, tbh, because it was pretty !!

also, I can totally imagine the cinnamon/sparkly popsicle. when you say that I immediately think of sparkling water for some reason, like it's not a taste it's a feeling. you put it in your mouth and it's an experience. you're wild dream was probably the highlight of my day!! something about it just stood out and I kept coming back to think about it. long silveny popsicles can do that to you, i guess

2. oopsie! my bad! when someone says writing I usually just default to the wings au, because that's the writing most people know me for. but!! i'm glad you like all the analyses I've done! I don't think they'll be stopping anytime soon--it's like everytime I answer an ask I get two more, which means there will be a steady stream of them for the forseable future. I really enjoy doing them, so I love hearing that people enjoy reading them! they're mostly just me rambling until I find a pattern or connection to latch onto, and then I build from there. and depending on the ask I might grab a book from my shelf to reference something if needed

also: thank you! The wings au is a pretty big project I've wanted to take on for a while, so it's absolutely thrilling to see people interact with it and talk about it--even if they haven't read it. There's absolutely no pressure on you to read it, just so you know! Honestly sometimes baffles me that I've gotten fanart and so many asks and comments on it, enough so that people who haven't read it still know what it is. like?? my wings au?? silly little idea I had all because of one stray thought one day?

as for writing it while taking college classes: yes! that's what I've been doing! I think i've had a combined total of like three weeks of break since January (i don't get summer), but aside from that i've had four or five classes while writing the au. Actually was taking an A&P class (which are notoriously difficult, even more so on summer schedule) this summer while working on it, which was wild. But a lot of the excited comments and theories and general interaction helped motivate me to keep going.

3. it's not dissapointing at all! I don't expect for anyone to read it, it's not something you have to do in order to interact with me and the stuff on my blog. it's just something I happen to be doing so if you like it you're welcome to engage with it! I actually don't read fanfic very often either, which may be surprising as I write it. Occasionally I binge a bunch of fics in a certain ship when I'm in the mood, but that's only once every few months. Ships just don't hold huge appeal for me, so I don't find a lot of fic that interests me. Also wow! mine was one of the first you've heard of?? that's a huge accomplishment to me, thank you! Where did you hear about it? I honestly don't know where people find my au, so I'm curious.

speaking of reading fanfic, Nattie's (theunmappedstar) fic is one of the few I've read! I haven't talked to them in a while, but they're very accomplished and it's an honor to be considered alongside them in terms of writing!

as for committing to mine, feel free to take your time! no rush! it's always going to be there! although I will say it does just keep getting longer, so be prepared for that. I update every two weeks on sunday, so you've got time. if you do read it, I'd love to hear your thoughts. truly, comments and just hearing what people think are the best motivation. it also enriches the story! I never know what's going to stick out to people or what they'll remember, so hearing from people gives me ideas for scenes in the future! I have a general idea of where this au is heading, but a lot of the details have been impacted by theories and comments. You absolutely don't have to though, just if you'd like I'd love to hear

4. thank you so much <33. I'd love to get back more into traditional art, as i've been focusing on digital recently. I just love how watercolors look! I actually have a few art requests from an embarrasingly long time ago (April) that I'd like to do in a traditional style. I also just haven't posted as much art recently, so I'd love to get back into that. Coloring and lighting were mostly me just winging it, trying to imagine a few colors that would look nice next to each other and then just going for it. Also, i cant even count how many times I would accidentally switch up the light source in in the middle of a piece. I actually took an art class a few semesters ago, so I have leftover supplies from that I could use for some keeper pieces! I've had a few ideas, so hopefully your encouragement can help me get back into that <33

the writer and artist thing: thank you!! both writing and art are interests of mine, so it's so cool to get recognized for both!! I remember when I started posting art I was doing it as a "I'll do this for now until I get to the writing" thing and then i accidentally became fairly well-known as an fanartist and i was just there like wait a minute this wasn't supposed to happen. But I love it!! I love doing fanart and I'd love to do more. But I also love writing! i have some ideas for aus and other one shots I'd like to do when the wings au is done, not that I'm trying to hurry that along. I thoroughly enjoy working on the wings au, and i'm not in any rush to get through it.

and don't worry, you have nothing to apologize for!! i'm glad you feel comfortable talking to me! You don't need to be concise or anything, you're welcome to take up as much space and use as many words as you'd like. I think it'd be a little hypocritical if i didn't believe that, considering how long my responses to the asks i get are (partially why they sometimes take a bit to answer). it was very much so a fun read!! I really appreciate you and wasn't even sure how to respond to everything in a way that conveyed that. I absolutely blown away by how genuine and sweet you are

i really loved this ask, and I've reread it several times because it's just so kind. thank you so much <33

#it's currently afternoon so I will try to have a good day!#I hope you have one too!#I've got some homework and a class in a few hours #but aside from that I'll kinda just chill #I know it's monday but we can try to have a good one!#I'm probably repeating myself but I don't know what else to say #i'm speechless /pos #quil's queries #long post #dream nonsie #nonsie love

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Part 1

(Josh/Danny/Jake/Sam x reader)

Warnings: alcohol use, self harm scars

word count: 3252

Thanks to @callmekane for beta reading this fic!

A/N: I’m excited about what this story will bring! This is going to be a very smut filled fan fiction series where the reader has a very sexual and open relationship with all of the boys! I know some people won’t like it I’m sure but all criticism is welcome! Please leave comments and let me know what you think and of course if you have an idea for the story I’m totally open to hearing your thoughts! I hope you enjoy it my friends ❣️

If you’d like to be on the tag-list so you know when I post part 2 just message me or let me know in the comments!

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You smiled as you ran off stage, the fans were still screaming and kept screaming until the next band took the stage. The air was electric, so many people, all here to enjoy the great communicator that is music. You closed your eyes to take it all in, to just listen and feel. You couldn't believe you were here, playing in front of this many people. This year you shared the stage with another up and coming band by the name of Greta Van Fleet. You hadn't heard of them before recently and they were actually really good. They had so much soul and passion in their music, it was true, raw talent.

You watched from the side stage as they played their eclectic set. The singer, Josh, really got the crowd going. He had so much energy and was really fun to watch. His voice was incredible, unbelievable even. He had this raspy, elegant twang in his voice, that truly matched perfectly with the music his band was producing. The drummer, Danny (if you remembered correctly), had such a powerful and classic Drumming style. It was full of life and emotion , just like you, he put his all into his performance. He was focused and truly the heart of the music. There was a guitarist and a Bassist, unlike your band which only consisted of you and your best friend. You, the drummer and your friend the singer and guitarist. The bassist, Sam, had a very cool way about him, his body moved with the music in a way that seemed beyond his control. The guitarist, Jake , was stunning, his hands danced along his guitar so expertly, you could tell he truly enjoyed his time with his instrument.

When they finished their set, the crowd erupted in a wave of applause and cheers, like bright yellow and orange fireworks booming through the air, you watched with your minds eye, in awe as they exploded and cracked in the sky. The Boys bowed and waved before walking off stage panting and sweating.

“Nice job!, excellent show” you comment smiling. Danny returned the smile with a grateful nod.

“Aw thank you, I'm sorry I don't think we had a chance to meet before the show, I’m Dan-” he began.

“You're Danny, Sam , Jake , and Josh” you said, pointing to each of them and smiling. They all returned the smile, there was positive energy just radiating from them, you could feel it like a blanket of warmth resting over you.

“My name is (y/n), it's so nice to meet you guys!” you chime happily. The lead singer, Josh smiles at and you think you catch a small wink as well, making your heart skip a beat. Perhaps you were seeing things. God he's handsome, his sparkling brown eyes, he had more structure in his jawline than you had in your entire life His chestnut hair was gorgeous and curly, his whole look just attracted you to no end.

Fuck.

“Hey your performance was super amazing too, your voice is absolutely incredible” Sam complimented, his voice popped all the bubbly thoughts of josh that foamed in your head. Thank goodness. “Yeah! You did an excellent job (y/n). Its one thing to be a good singer when you have three other band members to help you sound good, but you were out there all alone, just your voice and you still blew that crowd away” Danny added. You were blushing for sure now.

“Yeah your voice is crazy good, we're honored to play alongside you” Jake chimed.

“Oh wow you guys are gonna make me cry” you chuckle “thank you so much, that means a lot coming from someone with your talent” you reply. Sam waves his hand incredulously as if you were hyping them up and making them out to be better than they really were.. You weren't. They are awe inspiring musicians.

“Water?” a stagehand offered walking over with a cooler.

“Oh thank fucking Christ” Josh rendered making a bee line for the cooler. You chuckled, and now that you thought of it your throat was extremely dry from singing as well. Jake nicely offered you the bottle he grabbed with a smile. A true gentleman.

“Thank you!” you offer as you grab the bottle from him. You practically ripped the cap off and chugged the whole bottle. It was delicious and cold and ran over your tongue and down your throat with a refreshingly cold bite.

The five of you stand there and re hydrate for a minute before Sam speaks “we should go grab a drink!” he suggests with a slight raise of his perfect eyebrows. The guys look at you in waiting.

“You wanna join us?” Josh asks, flashing a pearly white smile. You look around at them for a mere second before responding.

“Sure! Yeah that sounds fun”

“Right on, I think I saw a bar down the street we can go to” Jake claims as you all head to the doors behind the dressing rooms.

Rain began to expel from the dark clouds above you as you all headed down the road. Cold air kisses your skin causing you to shiver slightly, you only had on black leather pants and a pink floral pattern blouse that you tied up a bit to expose part of your stomach. It was late, must have been almost midnight by now, the air was heavy with moisture and you could smell the rain soaked cement under your feet.

“Are you cold?” Josh questions as he walks beside you, he startled you a bit. You smiled and looked at your arms, they were dotted with goosebumps.

“Yeah kinda” you reply sheepishly. Josh instantly takes off the jean jacket he was wearing and handed it to you. Jake and the others were a few feet behind the two of you carrying on a conversation about the show. You reached out and accepted the jacket, Josh's gaze nonchalantly floated down your arm, his face fell when he noticed the deep scars that peppered across your skin near your wrists. You notice him looking at them before he brings his gaze back up to meet yours. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you quickly put the jacket on.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn't mean to stare” he says softly, looking down at the wet street. You knew by the tone in his voice he wasn't judging you. His look was filled with concern, not judgement.

“It's alright, people stare all the time” you responded

“It doesn't bother me so much anymore, i'm used to it.” you added. Josh nods, a sad look still lingers on his gentle face. His jacket was warm, his scent filled your nose, it was comfortable and soothing, much like the rain that fell from the sky. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, you could tell he was thinking about something, he had that thousand yard stare stuck in his eyes. You hadn't known Josh for long but it's not hard to tell when someone is enthralled in thought.

“How long have you been singing?” you ask, trying to pull him from whatever trance he was in.

“A long time, most of my life really” he answers with a smile. Talking about his music clearly made him happy. He in turn asked you the same question. You laugh before responding.

“Honestly I've only been singing for a few years….drumming is my real talent and I've been doing that for most of my life, coming up on 18 years” you explain. Josh’s expression shifted from a smile to a look of surprise.

“Wow that’s awesome , are you self taught?” he asks again. You nodded “my dad taught me a few things here and there more when I first started out but, mostly I've taught myself” you said. Josh chuckled with a nod.

“That is really cool” he replied, you could tell by the tone and instance of his voice that he was genuinely impressed.

“Oo careful on the compliments you've never heard me play before, just because I've been playing for a long time doesn't mean i’m any good” you joke, Josh laughs, shakes his head and nudges your shoulder.

“Well have to get you behind Danny's kit some time” he implores. Hearing him say that made you happy, it meant he wanted to see you again.

“You guys did really good tonight, I cant believe I've never heard of you guys before really. It wasn't until my manager told me who I'd be playing with at the festival that I started looking into you guys.” you admit.

“Thanks you did an excellent job too, i really loved that first song you sang, ‘salt is my sugar’ I really resonated with that one, truly felt it, there's a lot of emotion in your lyrics.

“This is it,” Sam announces opening the front door and holding it for everyone to walk in. the smell of smoke and dark liquor hang heavy in the air. An ACDC song played over the speakers. It wasn't very busy, there was an older man sitting at the bar, a couple younger people playing pool and a few others scattered in booths. It was a total dive bar, a hole in the wall, which was just your style. You all sat at the bar on squeaky worn out bar stools.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, perching himself up with his arms rested on the bar as a washrag sat, oh so typically, on his shoulder as he awaited your response. Jake looked at Josh with a raised brow giving him that ‘get a load of this guy’ look.

“I'll have a beer,” Danny ordered.

“Me as well please” Jake adds.

“Southern comfort and seven up for me please” you order next.

“Hmm I'll have a long island iced tea” Sam says. You look at him holding back a chuckle Huh didn't take him for a long island iced tea kinda guy but to each their own. The bartender looked to josh.

“Salty dog please” he requests.

“Put your IDs on the counter” the bartender instructs as he turns around to collect everyone's drinks. The five of you did as you were told and laid out your IDs.

“So where are you guys headed now that the festival is over?” you asked playing with a stained, old coaster that sat in front of you.

“We’re going back to Michigan for some well deserved time off” Josh responds.

“For a little while anyways” he adds with a smile.

“Hey I live in silver city!” you reply happily , silver city was a small town in Michigan closer to the upper peninsula.

“Small world” you added. What are the chances the two of you lived within a few hours of each other and never met until the both of you played a festival in Los Angeles.

You turn your attention to the combination of alcoholic drinks that the bartender set in front of you. Everyone reached for theirs offering quick cheers before taking a drink. The carbonation of the seven up burned against your throat before the alcohol sent the warming sensation through your chest and stomach.

“Ah yum” you said, wincing from the sharpness of the alcohol. Jake laughed as he watched you.

“Not very convincing,” Sam says smiling. You laugh and take another drink. You watch Josh stir his drink lightly with the small straw it came with, he notices you looking.

“Ever had a salty dog before?” he asks, hoping you say no.

You simply shake your head in reply. He slides his drink closer to you.

“We can share if you want, it's really good?” he offers. You look at the pink drink in front of you.

“What's in it?” you ask.

“It's just gin and grapefruit juice with a little salt around the rim,” he says.

“Oh god that sounds horrible” you laugh.

“It's actually not that bad” Danny pipes up with a shrug.

“He made me try it a few weeks ago,” he adds.

“Alright I'll take your word for it” you smile at Danny. You look back down at the drink.

“I promise I didn't spike it” Josh chimes. You laugh loudly, why would he even say that?

“That's exactly what someone who spiked my drink would say”

“But I guess I trust you guys” you add before taking a healthy sip of the beverage.

“Hmm that's not bad!” conclude, it was much sweeter than you thought it would be, it kind of reminded you of orange juice and vodka. Josh nods with an I told you so sort of look on his face.

“Here, try mine,” Sam says next, handing you his glass.

“Alright you try mine too” you reply with a smile. Sam's slender fingers brush against yours as he grabs the drink from you , your eyes look to his and he winks.

Oh god, I can't be attracted to two of them. Honestly, who were you kidding? You were insanely attracted to all of them, how were they ALL so cute and gorgeous? Not fair to the rest of man-kind.

“Wow this one is super good!” you remark going in for another drink of the long island iced tea.

“Yeah can you believe there's like 8 different alcohols in there? No tea at all” he laughs, you laughed with him. His laugh was sweet and light, like orange sparkling shards of glass dancing through the air. The five of you began talking about life and learning a lot about each other, ordering more drinks along the way. You could tell the mix of drinks was beginning to take effect on you, you felt warm and relaxed. You were standing next to Danny now, he towered over you, this man was truly a beast.the smell of his cologne wrapped around you. It was oaky and mossy with a hint of citrus, you couldn't help but feel an electrifying pull of attraction to him.

For fucks sake, you curse yourself.

A few games of pool (which, it turns out Jake is like a God at pool) later you all found yourselves back at the bar carrying on more conversation, albeit more slurred now. It was much easier to open up to people when alcohol was involved. You rolled the sleeves of josh's jacked up, exposing your arms as the alcohol was making you extremely warm.

“What happened to you?” the bartender asks loudly. You and the guys all look at him with hints of confusion.

“I got the worst concoction of my parents DNA possible” you joke , the boys laugh. Jake nudges your shoulder.

“Shut up you're gorgeous” he says softly. You give him a quick smile.

“No. Your arm. What happened to your arm.” the bartender says again, nodding to your scars. You hated when people asked that question, like they didn't know why you had those scars on your wrists. Very few things leave scars like that on skin. You looked around at the guys, josh looked pissed and the others looked saddened as this was the first time they had seen your scars, and they knew damn well what it was from, they weren’t as stupid as this bartender. The air of the bar had shifted, the mood went from fun loving to hostile very quickly. Fuck this guy.

“I got in a fight with a weed wacker” you retort sarcastically. The man rolls his eyes.

“What happened? Did your little boyfriend break up with you? Flunk a class? Your puppy ran away?” he was mocking you. You said nothing in return.

“You're just another one of those emotionally confused little girls, no reason to hate her life.” he continues. For some reason he was trying to upset you , and you had no idea why, you'd been nothing but pleasant to the man since the moment you entered the bar.

“First of all i'm not a girl, I'm a woman. Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning man? You're mad because you got all D’s in high school and now you're stuck serving losers like us in this shit hole, pretentious, sorry excuse of a bar? Go fuck yourself. I don’t hate my life.” you answer , anger pooling in your throat.

“Hey man. Lay off.” Danny says with a look of warning.

“Of course you don't hate your life” the man says ignoring Danny completely.

“You just do it for attention, think if you slice yourself up maybe someone will feel bad for you huh? I've seen your kind before girl.” he speaks again. OK now this idiot was pissing you off. You never did it for attention, attention was the last thing you wanted, especially when it came to your scars, you wished you could erase them.

“Look, I've got three things to say to you,” you reply with an irritated sigh. You stood up from your stool and stepped closer to the man.

“One” you say, holding up your pointer finger giving the illusion that you were going to list reasons of argument to him. Instead you ball your hand into a fist and punch the guy right in his fucking jaw with all your drunken might. To your surprise (and no doubt everyone else's) the bartender fell to the floor, you knocked him out.. Everyone was wide eyed and silent

“Lets get outta here” Josh says, breaking the glistening silence in the bar, noticing everyone looking at the five of you. Jake grabbed a bottle of Jack before all of you ran out of the door. None of you could suppress your laughs as you took off down the street. Out of breath you all keeled over in a field of grass a few feet from the tour buses in a fit of laughter. You sat down on the wet grass and looked up at the clouds. Danny sat on your left and Sammy was on your right, Josh and Jake sat in front of you and you all formed a small little circle.

“That felt good” you say softly, referring to punching that shit head of a bartender. Sam laughed.

“Yeah that was awesome, I can't believe you knocked him out” Jake chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. The air went silent again as you all sat with your own thoughts. Your face slowly lost emotion as thoughts of what the man said swirled around your mind. You tried not to let what people said to you about your scars get to you too much but it was hard sometimes. Danny noticed your expression and you felt his hand draw soft circles on your back.

“That guy was an idiot. He was just being an asshole” Josh said softly, you nodded, knowing he was right. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe you were just really that sad but a tear fell down your face and your voice cracked as you spoke.

“I just feel so alone sometimes” you wiped the tears away as quickly as they fell. You could feel all of them watching you with sympathetic eyes.

“Everyone's got their vice (y/n)” Danny said quietly, his hand still grazing your back.

Josh rolls his shirt sleeve up and reveals dozens of little horizontal scars covering his shoulder. He grabs your hand and you look up at him to meet his gaze. He stroked your hand with his thumb and gave you a comforting, gentle look.

“You're not alone”

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justasparkwritings · 3 years

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May: TinyDoubt

Previous: April’s The Wild Lillies

Pairing: None

Genre: Creative Angst

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Swearing!

Summary: Creative block is alive and well as you stare at the figurines in front of you, your only comfort? The voice in your head challenging you to soldier on.

Notes: I tried to channel my deep deep writers block for this. Do I hate it? Maybe. Do I feel all those things about my writing? Oh absolute. Is that inner voice how I talk to myself? You bet it is. Is the title so good? Yes, yes it is.

Paintbrush

Sculpting clay

Carving tools

Dry hands

Paint under fingernails

Hair swept back

Slick drying on cheeks

Shoulder’s tense

Should’ve sprung for the expensive chair, the one that holds my legs back and supports my core.

It isn’t too late, I could still spring for it after this batch sells… if I sell it.

I sigh, glancing at the clock, 5 minutes to midnight. How long have I been sitting here? When was the last time I ate or drank anything? Too long. I’ll feel it tomorrow, the ache in my joints, the exhaustion in my body, limbs sore, eyes worn out, all craving nourishment and rest.

Gently, I place the figurine on the clean expanse of my drying rack. Thin and leucite, it supports the variety of creations I’ve been making, each in a different state of disarray. None have ended up being perfect, none are worthy of completing, except maybe, just maybe, this one.

Standing perfectly still at 3inches, somehow, in the bright light of my desk lamp, magnifying lens on its second highest setting, I had perfectly sculpted the manicured swoop of hair. Each strand carved delicately, the part off center, the lingering hair nearly over the left eye, all made from modeling clay. It had taken days to perfect the lift, the arching bow from one side. In its naked form, it looks immaculate. But I know I can only succeed if the coloring is perfect, if the glasses I made, labored over, filling with resin in raspberry pink, fit properly over the new ears I carved days ago.

Ears were always the easy part, a simple structure on the head, never taking more than a pin-head size of clay. Noses too, tiny and dainty drops, always done in the middle of creation.

Staring at this latest iteration, I can’t help but wonder if this is worth it. Meticulously drawing every line, breaking my back mixing yellows to get the golden shade and all the highlights, not to mention the truly painstaking part of it all, hands. Is it worth it, the weeks spent making this tiny, tiny creation, only to deem it unworthy, and left incomplete?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

It’s always worth it, despite what the odds tell me. There’s always that voice in my head, telling me that not only is my skill appreciated, but worth something. The last set sold for five times the asking price. This set could double, triple that… Maybe if it did well enough, I could transition to this, full time. Though the thought of working on perfecting miniatures for 12 hours a day sounds quite possibly like hell.

This isn’t hell, or horrible, you’re too hard on yourself.

The voice in my head tells me. Laughing, I counter that statement. “I am not, they’re all shit,”

They are not.

“I should’ve stuck with wood carving,” I grumble.

You cut yourself pretty badly the last time-

“I know I did!”

I can’t tell if I’ve fully lost it, or if this conversation is going to lead to a creative breakthrough. Though based on my running internal monologue, which yes is voiced by Nicole Byer, I am due for a serious heart-to-mind pep talk. It’s not that I haven’t scolded myself recently, or lamented about how completely incompetent I am, how horrific my work is, or how I am wasting my youth sitting at a cramped desk with coffee I’ve reheated four times. I haven’t had the full ‘this is meaningless, stop wasting your time perfecting the shades of blonde on this plastic and clay figurine and go figure out the next steps in your career’ in at least three weeks. I suppose, staring at these in complete monstrosities, that a conversation with myself regarding what I’m doing is far more enjoyable than listening to my father droll on about how I am in command of my destiny.

Because I’m not in control. If I was, I wouldn’t be sitting here making TinyTan figurines, crying when the paint dries a different color than my swatches or weeping when a miniature dot of adhesive gets stuck on the outside of the clay and chars the entire piece in the oven.

So I’m not in charge of my fate.

You make your own luck.

“Alright, I didnn’t ask you.”

Who did you ask then? Jimin? Yoongi? Oh wait, they don’t have mouths and they’re made of plastic!

“See, they don’t have mouths because they fucking suck and I should give up.”

They’re probably better than you think, you’re just too close to it.

“I think that’s actually incorrect and there is nothing wrong with how close I am to these figures,”

You are though

“What do you suppose I do? Capture their souls? Summon them with a knock off The Power of Seven Will Set Me Free, while I hold their tiny little plastic hands?” I throw the ball of clay I’ve been rolling onto the table, the small glob sticking to the side of a larger block I had been carving from.

Do you always have to be so difficult?

“You’re inside my brain! You know how creatively frustrated I am! And you know how absolutely fucking bitchy I get when I’m upset!”

Why are you frustrated?

I groan, standing up from my chair and walking to the kitchen sink. The hot water scalds my dry hands, melting the clay and paint off, the extra judicial scrubbing peeling back layers of grime I’d let build in the last 10 hours.

Why are you so frustrated? Is it because you aren’t good enough? Are you scared it’s going to be your senior year showcase again, where that girls sister didn’t understand you collage and made snarky comments?

I dry my hands, unwilling to answer the questions my mind was asking.

If you don’t talk about it you’ll blow up like a volcano…

“Because! Fuck, because I can’t get any of this right. I just got the hair done, and that’s taken me two weeks. All I’m doing is chipping away, carving away, fucking up and starting again. When I’m not working on it, all I’m doing is thinking about it. They haunt me in my sleep, their little round bellies body rolling to Mic Drop, trying to get me to eat the mini quiches they’ve carved their initials in. My life is consumed by these tiny fucking figures and it’s making me absolutely hate them.”

Hate them?

“Whoever decided TinyTan needed to be a thing,”

Shouldn’t you be mad at whoever told you to create your own versions of them?

“Oh, so you want me to be mad at myself? Aren’t I already?”

Okay, point made.

“I just stare at them, their little body parts, heads on a platter like the Addams Family.. Everything I make is ugly, everything I make isn’t good enough. Every curve, every cut… garbage.”

Do you want to quit?

“Give up on my project?”

Yeah, say fuck it, toss them out, never come back to them.

“I, should’ve gotten into doll houses,”

Why?

“They’re easier, the rules aren’t as rigid, it’s an interpretation and you can do that 1000 different ways,”

So quit, move to doll houses, sell all your tools. But, answer this, what happens when you get upset or frustrated making doll houses?

I sigh. “I don’t quit craft projects.”

… didn’t you just say you wanted to?

“I don’t quit crafts. Relationships and friendships, that’s another story. But art?”

Then why are you bitching?

“I just,” I sigh, slumping into my couch. “If I finish them, and they don’t turn out, what kind of artist will I be? What does that say about my craft? My ‘talent’?”

What kind of artist do you want to be?

“This Socratic method is really fucking annoying.”

I’m your mind, stop doing it if it bugs you so much

“I just, what does it say about me if they aren’t any good?”

I’m not sure it says anything about you as a person.

“Me as an artist?”

I don’t know if we can answer that.

“Maybe you’re right,”

About?

“Maybe I just, I’m too hard on myself. A set of figurines isn’t going to break my hobby… even if it’s broken my spirit,”

If it’s broken your spirit, why keep doing it?

“I love the finished product, but I love the process more,”

Then keep going.

The thing about the voice inside my head is that no matter how hard I try to lie to it, it always knows. It always comes back with wisdom and truth, shining a light on exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid.

“Tonight?”

No bitch, you need sleep. TinyTan will be there tomorrow.

“Is this when we sing Zero O’Clock while we brush our teeth?”

Only if you want to.

I rise from my couch, slipping my apron off, putting it on my crafting chair and clear my throat.

“Oo- and you’re gonna be happy,” I sing as I move through my apartment, miniatures drying, waiting for another day of scraping, molding and painting, my broken spirit stitching itself back together as the clock resets.

Next: June Pride

#thebtswritersclub #monthlychallenge #BTS fanfic #Tinytan #Tinytanfic #bangtanuniversity #bangtanarmynet #btsgoldnet #ficswithluv

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lordabovehelpme · 3 years

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Hola! I hope you day has been good so far! :)

I know I am not the only one to feel this but I adore your blog! I, too, and a fellow writer, but I was wondering how did you gain an audience? How did you start from your first post? Did you wait for requests? Or did you just jump right in?

Sorry, that was a lot of questions, but I was just curious as I’m trying to start up my blog! I really look up to you and your blog! 🥰🤩🥸

-🪐

Hello, hon!

First off, let me just tell you how overjoyed I am at the fact that you thought to ask me. When I first read this I had the biggest smile on my face. It means so much to me that you look up to me. Literally, I am crying over here!

Second of all, I wish I had some really good thought out advice for you. But I really don’t, however, I will give you the best advice that I can.

The first time I ever wrote fanfic, it was an idea that had been plaguing my mind for days. I tried to find other fics that would satisfy me, but I just couldn’t. So I sat down and practically said “Fine, I’ll do it myself.” I had no experience writing but I tried to give it my all. I don’t know why, (But I am thankful I did), but I decided to set up a Tumblr account and post it. I had no expectations of it going anywhere.

However, I woke up the next day with so much love and support being shared over my fic. That is the one thing that has really blown me away; How amazing every single person is in this fandom. They offer so much kindness that it has become mindblowing.

Now, what I do when I write is, as cliche as it sounds, I just write. Whatever comes to my mind, I put it down on paper. (Well really a google doc but we don’t need to know the details) Or if I am laying in bed and something pops into my mind, I write it down on any paper I can find. Now, I just have a pen and notebook that permanently stays on my night desk. Oo, also, whatever you write down doesn’t have to be elaborate, just whatever will make you remember your ideas.

One piece of advice is, when you are writing and you seem to be in a good flow, don’t let little details stop you. If you have no idea where to go next, or what a character should say, just add those handy three little dots, and continue on. Don’t get caught up in the little things! Sometimes I have a plan for a fic, other times I have no idea where I am going with it. But those are always the most fun to write, at least for me.

Writing, for me, is like a puzzle. It has little pieces that when put together, make one really beautiful picture. However, there is no right way to put those pieces together, just whatever seems to work for you.

Now, for how I gained an audience. Man, I really could not tell you. I am still flummoxed with how many people interact with me. However, I would say, make sure to use tags. I know that when I first started reading fanfic I would just read everything under the recent side of a certain tag. Other people do the same thing, so using tags is a huge thing!!! Use gifs and photos, to draw people's eyes to your fic. Do a small summary, make them want to read your fic! Capture them with that first paragraph!!!!

Get yourself out there! Ask for feedback, maybe find a friend who could read your stuff and give you an honest review. I edit my stuff at least twice before I post it. Read through it with a fine pick comb. Read it out loud, does it flow right? Do you stop on any words? Did you misspell anything? Did you use the right version of their, there, or they’re? How about your and you’re? I always find that these simple little things are the ones I often look over, it sucks!

How did I start receiving requests? Again, I have no idea. I just woke up one day and saw that someone had put one in. I was like, hell yeah, let's do this! And I started to write for it. Usually, once people see that you are open to taking requests, they’ll start to ask themselves. It’s kinda a “get the ball rolling” situation. You could also just do a post saying that you are taking requests. In addition, just keep posting, at least semi, regularly. (I need to get better at this too.) Get people to keep seeing your account.

Did I just jump right in? Hell yeah! As I do with everything in my life, why not start big. Like I said before, I was not expecting myself to blow up this much, I still find it crazy. But I just started posting little stories I had written without paying attention to the note count.

It’s easy to become hyper fixated and base your worth off of how many likes you get, how many reblogs you get, and how many people comment on your stuff. In my case, a few months ago, Tumblr was not sharing my stuff so I would only average about five likes per post. Sure I was discouraged, but I had taught myself not to base myself off on those numbers. Thankfully, it has been sorted out, but do you get what I am trying to say? You should be posting for yourself, not a number on a screen.

I try to write as much as I can now. Even if I don’t want to post anything, I still try to do even a small creative writing. You’ll notice that at the beginning of my masterlist, my writing is not as good as my writing now, and probably in a few months, my writing will be so much better. It all just comes down to practice.

Descriptive words are your friend!!! If it’s one thing I’ve learned from all my writing classes, it is to set the scene. The setting is such a big part of a story, and yet some people tend to look over it. Really try and immerse yourself and your characters into the plotline.

Try not to have your sentences start with the same word over and over again. Also, break up your sentence structure. Sure you want a nice flow, but it doesn’t want to become monotonous. In addition, try not to use the same words within your sentences. Just as speaking, when someone says a single word a ton, the listener will become fixated on that word and not pay attention to the rest of them. So, moral of the story, break it up! Find new cool words to use. I always have a tab open where I can just put the word I want to use and look up cool new synonyms.

But at the end of the day, this should be something you enjoy. I’ve seen way too many writers get burnt out and start to view their writing as a job. If you notice that this is starting to happen, take a step back and ask yourself why? Is it the genre? Are you just not feeling the vibe of a story? Are you just in a funk? Etc. Take a break until you feel better! Self-care is the best medicine!

In conclusion, thank you so much for asking me. I wish I had some vast knowledge of fanfic writing, but I really don’t. I am still learning every day. But that is the best part! I love looking back at my old writing and going, “wow I really have grown.” It always feels so rewarding.

I hope this helps you, I know it’s kind of long, but I thought they were all good points. If you want, please tag me when you start to post, I would love love love to read your stuff! Obviously, I understand if you don’t want to, no hard feelings there.

Thank you again, darling. If you feel like no one is supporting you, remember you have me over here ready to help you in any way, shape, or form! I love you so much, and good luck!

#lordys thoughts #lordys advice #🪐 anon #writing #writing advice

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the-muses-are-herd · 4 years

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Louis, Shin, Gab, Mr. Peanutbutter, Nyarlathotep

You got my number, Anon OO

Okay.... ah, but let’s get one thing out of the way: I swear it’s not that I hate these characters (and I actually do like one of them, see below). I think that some of them are meant to be disliked, that they are great as characters but not the kind of person you’d like to know. Others I think are a case where the writing just doesn't work in their favor.

Oh, also, I assume you mean the Nyarlathotep of Housamo, yes?

So, here we go:

5. Mr. Peanutbutter. I have... issues with the show Bojack Horseman that are a completely separate rant and not worth getting into here. But this guy. My issue is not that he’s the kind of Peter Pan I can’t stand in real life. That at least I think the show is quite aware of. But then you have his ultra-nihilistic “Life is just distracting yourself with little things till you die” speech and god, but he reminds me so much of toxic people I let in my life for way too long. Being fair, though: All of this IS the whole point of his character. So it’s good writing, just somebody I’d never want to see in real life.

4. Gab. I actually debated whether he or PB go here, but to be honest, PB irks me far more. Gab, of GabShiba (er, I assumed this is who you meant, come to think of it) is shallow and self-absorbed, yes, but I think with him it’s more a general problem of his comic: Everybody in it is like that, self-absorbed and vapid. It’s more a general problem with the writing, really. And then I have used Gab and recently Louis as basis for characters in my “Such terrible hatred” story (self-promotion!!), and those have been hella fun to write. So hey, there’s at least that.

3. Nyarl. I have to admit, I don’t find him nearly as funny as his fans do --to me he is the incarnation of every internet troll. Yet the thing is: IMO, this actually makes him a terrific villain. The issue I have is a more general issue I have with Housamo: It insists on treating every single character as a cute romantic option despite how despicable so many of them are. This one is no exception. But again, when he’s written well, he’s actually pretty fascinating.

2. Louis. If you have read my Beastars recaps and / or my general comments you might come with the impression that I hate this guy. And while that would be a fair impression (looking back I think I overdid some of my criticism), I actually think he’s a great character in that, to me, he’s somebody who could indeed have been a hero (coming from an horrible origin, then being given several chances to turn around)... but instead he let his anger corrupt him, to the point that even when he becomes less villainous he’s still severely broken. Like I said above, I think he’s a character that is written so well, but also somebody you would not want to know in real life .

1. Shin. I DO like this one. Yes, his route was one of my least favorite but that is personal taste. And yes, of the main cast he’s my last choice to romance for the same reason --the others simply interest me more. But I still like that he matures through his route and then his acerbic personality certainly keeps things interesting.

#ask game #fandom #Anonymous

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draw-you-coward · 4 years

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20, 22, 33!

ask meme - accepting!

20. Have/Would you ever rewrite a fic? If yes, would you take the original down?

I have actually deleted an entire fic that was my most popular fic at the time because I hated it, rewrote the first chapter, and then never updated it again! i was 12 and it was how i discovered that not only do i dislike reading romance, i dislike writing it too! jskdhfdksh it was a social experiment and i got really sad no one wanted to read my platonic legolas fanfiction instead

in a more recent vein, i have actually gone and edited the first few handful of ikael stories! i wouldn’t ever rewrite one of them, because i quite like gist of them (even if i oof at my writing) and i dont think i could successfully rewrite them while capturing the same fic, but i’m down for editing them to be better when I have time!

22. Has there ever been anyone who’s made you freak out because they read your work and followed/favourited/reviewed?

when i was new to the fandom i used to have someone who didn’t follow me occasionally leave a like on my stuff, and i used to lowkey freak out about it. but that reaction flattened because it was based off of nothing, and now i dont really have anyone i’m a “fan” of. it’s not something i really do, because as a content creator myself im used to working with/critiquing/commenting on other people’s work like they’re coworkers or classmates, if that makes sense? like i’ve reached a point both in writing and art where i can see how someone did something, see their mistakes, and try to learn from them if i can, so nothing is at that level of unreachable for me. if anything it’s at a “one day i’ll be able to do that!” sorry if that sounds like im full of it ! fhsdkjfhs honestly it’s just how i learn and take things in ;w; . seeing how horribly some industry professionals draw people certainly helped

oh i like seeing you in my notes tho bab!! honestly one of my longest-time followers i think. oo i had a couple friends who used to leave nice long juicy comments and i would be psyched to read them, but that stopped, unfortunately :/ . honestly im always the happiest now when someone comments or leaves words in reblogs ;w;;

23. What’s the nicest review you’ve ever gotten?

edit: oh gosh ! yes ok i remember this one got one of the strongest reactions from me, and this one was the one honestly that was the catalyst to me continuing past ikael story #1

i have no idea! i have a terrible memory. i will say the really long, in-depth paragraph comments are my absolute favourite, though! i read them really slowly so i can cherish every line ;u; . i do like going back to the candle fic from time to time just to read the comments on it from happy autistics, because i know that fic touched a special place in my heart and i love reading people responding to it the way they did :>

#sorry if this is too long and bad i like talking!! ! ;w;;#ffamuran #ask

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sweeneyxlaura · 5 years

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Hello! I recently caught up with American Gods and I'm absolutely loving this pair and their dynamic! I adore your blog; it's been so awesome for keeping up with my new obsession and I always love to read your analysis and comments in the tags :) I was just wondering if you had any headcanons for the couple so far or any specific wants in scenes down the road? I really love your read of these two!

AHH, STAHP IT. I’m so flattered, thank you! I’m so glad you discovered this amazing show and our favorite tol/smol OTP. I have to say, though, since I started this blog back in October, it’s introduced me to a ton of passionate and insightful shippers who have posted amazing thoughts on Sweeney/Laura, and if you’re not following them, please do!

Just a handful of users whose thoughts I’ve really enjoyed reading are @luvlydoll, @calamity-bean, @fatimagic, @misseffie, @nyx-oo, and even though @schreiberpablo doesn’t post alot of meta on her blog, she’s got some amazing theories and thoughts, as well as an expert grasp on Sweeney and his related Irish lore. :)

Headcanons! First, as many of us do, I’d definitely love to see them get together romantically. And I want it all – the slow realization of an undeniable attraction, the soft, quiet moments, the-slap-slap-kiss, destructo-nookie, their shared broken psyches….I mean, honestly, I feel like this couple can do it all - they can be soft and vulnerable, but then also total hard asses at the same time. And underneath all of that – passion! I feel like there is SO MUCH untapped passion between these two.

Another thing on my wishlist involves Laura’s slow evolution in chucking her atheism out the window for faith and belief in relation to the gods.

Back in S1, Laura asked Salim – “Do you love your god, or are *in love* with your god?” And even though we know she was asking in relation to Shadow, I think it was an interesting point to bring up between two characters who are wanting a romantic involvement with their respective gods. It also brings up this concept of, if you can touch and see and interact with your god, could you fall in love with him/her? And on this show, I think it’s clearly possible.

Inevitably tied to their story is Essie, who loved him (but not in love with him), and how that love gave her the kind of confidence and reassurance that he was looking out for her. And I think part of Laura’s connection to Essie, and why the show cast Browning as Essie, is whether she’ll kinda soon adoptwhat Essie did years before her – put your love and faith in your god, and in true form, he shall reward…and not to mention, because Sweeney is a fully-fleshed out character that we care about, to see him prosper from that devotion and make him super awesomely powerful would be amazing to see.

Ok, maybe not THAT ^ powerful, but I do think that Laura’s devotion will count for something, give him the re-up that he’s been sorely missing for so long.

There’s also the idea that the series has been pushing at us lately, which is how gods are essentially immortal (which is a new concept for S2 only, it seems, and that’s probably by design. Anyone remember that hugely popular god, Vulcan? Right…). They can certainly die, but as long as they have believers on their side, they can come back and start anew. And if you place Laura in the thick of all that, you have a very distinct non-believer who’s crossing her arms over her chest and flat-out refusing to be suckered into that nonsense. But we can kinda surmise that she’ll eventually cave in her own way, so what’s it gonna take?

If it’s not going to be Shadow for Laura to believe, and I mean unselfishly believe, then who or what is gonna ignite that in her? And would any of that relate to or affect Sweeney’s own arc?

So yeah! Just a few threads I’d love to see unravel as Sweeney and Laura get closer together!

If anyone has any headcanons on what they’d like to see from our babies, please post your meta! I’m sure many would love to read them,including myself definitely!

#ask #anon #thank you!#it really made my day!#meta

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themissingmarvel · 6 years

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The Sweetest Treat [Part 1]

((A/N: As a Boston native, I can speak to much of this. But as me, holy crap another celebrity x reader! Most folks wanted Chris Evans and frankly, so do I. He’s a sweety and I hope folks like this series. I’m nervous. Always am with celebrity x reader. Be gentle with me! I hope it’s ok! First fic after surgery so I’m nervous!!

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, lots of cursing

Word Count: 2050 ))

Glancing down at your phone for the fifth time in two minutes, you had felt it buzz this time. The picture that came up, a text from your best friend, showed a picture of you photoshopped surrounded by cats. You rolled your eyes hard and turned off the phone, shoving it back in your pocket.

It had been a week since you broke up with your most recent boyfriend, another dude who just reinforced that the world was made up of assholes. This one had been good. He’d been sweet. But you were a bit prickly, some sarcasm and cynicism in there, but he’d been accepting. Six months later you found out not so much. During an argument he’d admitted how depressing you were, how truly a downer you were. It had hurt and stung. And when someone suggested going back online for dating? Well. Online dating was a cesspool of ‘show me ur tits’ and ‘fuck you anyway’ when you didn’t answer. It felt useless.

And you weren’t exactly dressed to impress today, wearing your old Captain America t-shirt with a couple rips and some paint stains. He’d always been a favorite but this was your comfort shirt, whether it looked that way or not. And hell, you needed comfort.

The joke of course, the one your friend had texted you, was that you were destined to be the crazy cat lady. And wasn’t it perfect that you were in line for ice cream at Bedford Farms, one of the more famous ice cream shops in the greater Boston area. It was mostly dead, Wednesday at 2pm not really a time of day most kids or adults flooded the shop in Concord. But you’d wanted comfort food and had insisted on only the best.

Standing at the counter, ignoring your phone now, you smiled at the teen likely working some money to save for college, “Small Mississippi Mud please, and a pint of it to go as well,” you lifted the stay-cold bag onto the counter, watching as the woman went to work. You’d noticed a man standing behind you but hadn’t thought much of it. Probably another one of the many either out of your league or taken. His head was low with sunglasses on, and he’d looked weirdly familiar.

Whatever.

You ignored the judgey kind of looks as they scooped the ice cream, hearing the man behind you, “Rough day?”

You rolled your eyes, of course he’d ask. You half-turned your head at the again weirdly familiar voice, “Aren’t they all?”

Ah, there was that dark humor, the one the man had left you because of. Sighing at yourself you frowned internally and took the ice cream as it was overloaded, as always, the delicious benefit of Bedford Farms. Turning, you hadn’t realized the man was trying to pass you on your left and you had turned sharply, bumping into the white t-shirt and creating a full-on spill with your cup.

“Jesus christ mother fucker!” You yelled, cursing as the ice cream hit the floor, watching as the man scrambled for napkins. But he didn’t seem mad.

No, this man was weirdly apologetic, “Oh, god, I’m so sorry! That’s on me!” He wiped at your shirt, handing you the napkins as the woman behind the counter appeared to grin, handing water as well, “Let me get that, please, I’m sorry. Least it’s on an old shirt?”

“It’s my favorite!” You snapped, not realizing your tone, though pausing to see he’d spilled the chocolate on his white shirt as well, “Fuck, I’m so sorry, you got it on your white shirt… it’s just, this is my favorite shirt. Not your fault, I’m sorry, too,” you looked at him, probably for the first time, before realizing you had crashed straight into Chris Evans.

It was like a lightbulb. And not a total shocker, either. It shouldn’t have been. He lived in the area and this was a popular spot. The girls behind the counter had seen him before and gotten over their ooing and awwing. Now you were frozen as he smiled, “Favorite shirt? Yeah, Cap’s my favorite too.” He had pushed up his sunglasses by now and was smiling, a soft smile that made you melt more than the ice cream on the floor.

Now you were flustered as fuck, “Oh, oh my god, of course I’d spill ice cream on Chris Evans,” you winced, tossing out the napkins as the last was cleaned up.

He grinned, nodding his head, “Could be worse. Could have been RDJ. He’s a stickler about his clothes,” he winked playfully, “Now let me be a gentleman and buy you a new ice cream. Can’t have you leaving without it. Wouldn’t be very superhero-ish of me not to. Especially not even knowing your name.” His smile froze you, and you nodded, watching in a weird stupor as Chris Evans bought you a new ice cream, this time in a waffle cone.

He bought his own, White River Junction, and insisted you sit with him, “Yours won’t melt. C’mon, you look like you need someone to sit with. No offense, but a response of saying all your days are rough deserves an ear.”

The man was a real-life superhero, you thought to yourself as you got seated at a table near the back, closer to where the train tracks were. You’d already begun to dig into the ice cream when he came over, speaking through a stuffed mouth, “I’m Y/N. And thanks for the ice cream. And the company. You didn’t have to do that,” you were somewhat muffled.

I wonder if she knows how cute she is, Chris thought to himself as he smiled, taking a bite of his own favorite flavor and savoring the little indulgence he was allowed through all his training, “But I wanted to. Plus now your favorite Captain America shirt can have a Captain America story to go with it,” he laughed a little.

You couldn’t help but smile, one of the first real smiles you’d had and felt in some time. This sweet man was sitting with you eating ice cream like it was the most casual thing in the world, “Well, I doubt most people would believe I actually bumped into Chris Evans to have ice cream,” you smirked.

Without hesitation he reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone, making a motion for you to lean across the table, “I’d tell you to make a cute face, but I have a feeling they’re all cute,” he smirked.

You laughed nervously, leaning in with a spoon and holding it up with a smile as he used his spare hand to playfully dig into your ice cream, taking a shot. When he was done, he actually did take a bite, grinning, “Peanut butter is my favorite. And now they’ll believe you.” Eating the spoonful, you followed his lead and took a bite of his, feeling weirdly natural about doing this was someone so… astounding as Chris Evans.

When he turned back, smirking as you went back to your food he nodded, “You follow me on Instagram?”

You shrugged, pausing the eating of your ice cream, “I’m not huge on social media. I see some of my favorite folks from time to time, you included,” you blushed, “but it’s hard to keep up. Didn’t even know you were in the area,” you shrugged, taking another bite.

He laughed, “Well, you may want to check my Instagram. Feel free to tag yourself. Clearly I don’t know yours,” he grinned.

Taking out your phone (and quickly closing the crazy cat lady image) you brought up the social media app, one of many, and found his. It was a cute shot, to be sure, with a caption, “Saving the day with ice cream and a ‘sweet’ Bostonian! Can’t ever miss Bedford Farms on a trip home!” The caption made you smile, though the fact that he hadn’t called you a ‘fan’ made you smile harder. He was being coy, you knew that, and so you liked it and tagged yourself, commenting, ”Least I don’t stain my white shirts. Just my Cap ones.” You realized he still had the chocolate on his shirt, something he’d likely given up on. Besides, the man could afford a new shirt.

He chuckled, clearly reading your comment, shaking his head, “Well, now your friends will believe you sat and had ice cream with Captain America. Happy?”

God, you have no fucking idea you’d thought to yourself as he smiled, that brown stain on his shirt making you feel a little bad, but not even noticing the giggling girls behind the counter that had never seen Chris like this in his minor indulgences into the ice cream. Normally he was in and out, but you never knew. No, this man, this sweet, kind man, had pulled you from another one of your funks just by being himself.

“Yeah, more than before. Thinking I may not need the ice cream in my bag,” you said, almost flirtatiously, finishing off the one you had eaten.

Were you not so absorbed in the moment you would have realized you’d made Chris blush. He had blushed at the idea that he had made your day better so much so that you didn’t even need to mope and watch Avengers for the fifteenth time. Your own favorite hero, the man who acted in movies you’d loved beyond just Marvel ones, the man who had seemed so kind and genuine, had made your entire day. And just by sitting with you eating ice cream.

But he had places to go, right? They always did. These famous types didn’t have time for you and your miserable life becoming the crazy cat lady. Even if he had just made your day in ways you couldn’t really describe. Chris had stepped in and swept you off your feet, just briefly.

Collecting your things, you smiled, “Thanks so much for this, Chris. It really meant a lot to me. I know you’ve probably got a lot going on.” You stood, slinging your bag over your shoulder and carrying the ice bag that was keeping your delicious treat cold until you could get home, which wasn’t too far.

He looked nervous, quickly getting up as well, “Hey uh, listen. I’m in town for a while, nice break and all that, and if you’re OK with it, I’d really like to take you out, maybe for dinner? Get to know the real Y/N and not just the one having a bad day in an ice cream shop,” he smiled warmly.

It was disarming, hearing him ask, and for a moment you were stuttering, trying to think of what to say and how to respond, GIVE HIM YOUR DAMN NUMBER, Y/N! your inner voice cried hysterically, stomping as you managed to put on a small smile, “Dinner would be nice. I’ve got the day off, so whenever works. I should give you my number,” you reached out for his phone.

Surprisingly, Chris was just as flustered, stumbling as he withdrew his phone and unlocked it, opening it to the phonebook section and adding your name, taking a ridiculous quick selfie as you saved it and handed it back, “It’s under Y/F/N in there, so just text me when you’re ready and I can give you my address. Just change your shirt before then,” you smiled and winked, shocked at your sudden bravery.

Turning, you moved out the door to your car, leaving a lovestruck Chris Evans behind to absorb what had happened. A true Boston girl had just caught him by surprise and she was the cutest, most gorgeous thing around without even knowing it. How could you? If you could have heard the overwhelming voice in Chris’ head, you might have been shocked.

As it was, you were getting yourself together to head home, suddenly more aware than ever of the texts coming in on your phone and hoping that Chris wouldn’t be far behind.

Guess the ice cream wouldn’t be necessary at all. Now to be ready for Chris.

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Meet Kate Tsang and Jennifer Cho Suhr, Creators of “Welcome to Doozy”

Kate and Jennifer are award-winning, multidimensional filmmakers who bonded over being the food table hoverers at networking events. Others may schmooze; Kate + Jen sandwich. Their passion for food - and for their friendship - shines through in their short “Welcome to Doozy,” our 6th GO! Cartoon. I sat down with these very impressive ladies to discuss the bureaucracy behind imaginary friends, the importance of representation, and karaoke tea-time.

Sooo, how’d you two meet? Kate: We met in film school at NYU, where we were in the same Masters program. Jen: Kate took classes in animation - but I have no animation background, and, sadly, can barely draw...

What brought you together as collaborators? Jen: We were paired in the same production group our first week of school, and became good friends. Kate: We’ve since collaborated on each other’s class exercises, thesis films, and various arty things.

Partners in movie-making! What brought you to Frederator as a team? Kate: I’ve always had an interest in animation. I love Adventure Time and Bee and PuppyCat. So when Natasha Allegri posted on her blog about GO! Cartoons, I told Jen we should ‘go’ for it. Jen: We had - still have! - the concept for a full series prepared, so we actually pitched the show bible first and then reverse-engineered that into the short.

How did “Doozy” change throughout your development process? Jen: A lot, actually. Lou is a Kitsune fox demon now - she started out as an eyeball with cowboy boots! But the concept was always 2 girlfriends, a la Broad City, having misadventures. Kate: A little origin story: Ex (who has always been a rabbit) recently retired from being an imaginary friend. The Bureau of Imaginary Friends handles the re-adjustment of retired IF’s back into the imaginary world. So this is the story of Ex re-assimilating: finding a roommate in Lou, getting a job, and developing a crush on her coworker Skeletim. Jen: Skeletim stayed really consistent since the pitch - Eric (Homan, our VP of Development) always really liked him. We joke that Eric only stuck with us because of Skeletim.

How much are Ex and Lou based on you two, and who’s who? Kate: It’s a bit of a mix… Jen: But I’d say I’m more Ex, almost by default - just because Kate is so much more like Lou. Kate: I AM the mischievous one. Jen: And I’m the more... straight-laced one? I guess that’s the way to put it. Although! Kate is the one who does martial arts, like Ex.

What themes recur in your work? Kate: There’s always hopefulness in mine. I’m interested in outsiders, and finding whimsy and humor, even when things look bleak. I enjoy working in mediums where I can create wonderment. Like right now: I’m learning magic! Jen: I care a lot about representation and grounding stories in the realities of human relationships. The feature film that I’m developing now is inspired by my relationship with my sister. And with “Doozy”: it’s very specific to Kate and my identities as Asian Americans. Kate: Like incorporating the bento box, and the influence of Japanese anime and manga, of which we’re both fans. We were definitely inspired by Hayao Miyazaki’s way with food.

❀ A happy lil side note: one of the most popular Youtube comments on the short reads ‘A lot of people won’t know what a bento is but thanks to you, now they do!’ ❀

Jen: And we were conscious of the fact that most buddy comedies are about male friendships. We wanted to show girls being silly together and represent female friendship as it really is. Kate: That’s why Broad City was such an inspiration and even a motivator for “Doozy”. We were like ‘Ok, people do want to watch this.’

I read recently that Broad City’s viewership is split almost evenly male/female - it’s actually something like 55/45, with more men watching than women. Kate: What? That’s awesome. Jen: It just goes to show that it all comes down to good comedy and strong characters. I’m actually about to have a baby boy which has made me think about the types of stories that I’ll read to him as he grows up. I’ve been thinking of some of my favorite YA books with female protagonists like Anne of Green Gables and A Wrinkle in Time… it’s important to me that he’s able to identify and empathize with female characters. The only reason that boys “wouldn’t be able to” as people say, is if they learn socially that they shouldn’t.

What are some cool things we’ll get to see if “Welcome to Doozy” gets a series? Jen: Well, let’s just say there are some nefarious happenings in Ex’s office…

Gasp! Not Mrs. Hugs! Kate: Nah, not Mrs. Hugs. She’s a true office drone, doesn’t know what’s really up. Jen: We’d also backtrack, to show how Ex and Lou came to be friends and roommates. Kate: And we’d get to introduce their pet popsicle, who lives in the freezer. Jen: And we’d get to see Lou working her job at a run-down mini golf course. She schemes and ~magics~ to keep it afloat. Kate: There’s an underlying mystery, and it’d be a lot of them screwing up while trying to investigate it.

What sorta stuff do you guys like to do together - any wild adventures? Kate: Actually, yes. We try to take a road trip together every year. So far we’ve done the Badlands, the Southwest, the Midwest, the South and New Orleans. Jen: Admittedly, the Midwest was probably the most boring… not to knock where I’m from. But here’s a story: when we were in Nashville - the biggest music town - we quickly realized that karaoke is different there and that everyone getting onstage was a pro or semi-pro country singer. And then Kate got up - Kate: I didn’t know any better. Jen: And sang an Amy Winehouse/Mark Ronson cover amid all this country music. Truly the new kids in town. And the audience TOTALLY ate it up! They loved it. Kate: We karaoke together a lot. Sometimes we rent a room for just the two of us… during the middle of the day… one might call us enthusiasts.

What cartoons do you guys like? Jen: Well, Kate and I have wildly different tastes. But we both love Adventure Time and Rick and Morty. Kate: And we share 90s cartoons, like Dexter’s Lab, Daria, and Invader Zim - Jen: But Kate likes things like Ren & Stimpy - which is too grotesque for me…

What about your favorite Studio Ghibli film? Jen: Spirited Away. Kate: My Neighbor Totoro.

Last up: what are you working on now, and what’s your favorite thing you’ve made in the past? Kate: Favorite film I’ve made is “So You’ve Grown Attached” - “Doozy” inherited elements from it, like the imaginary friends, and the name ‘Ex’. Jen: I’m really focused on getting my feature financed right now, which we want to shoot this summer.

Oo-ooh! What’s it about, and who’s the star? Jen: The film is called You and Me Both and we have Constance Wu from Fresh Off the Boat as one of the stars (me = !!). It’s a drama with comedic notes about two sisters, one a struggling heroin addict, who take a road trip to find their birth mother. While it touches on some heavy topics like loss and addiction, it’s ultimately a love story between sisters… so if anyone is looking to finance a film, hit me up! As far as favorite work… I don’t know… Kate: What about “Saeng-Il”? (“Birthday” in Korean) Jen: Okay, “Saeng-Il” then.

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And Kate, what are you working on?

Kate: Eeeerrrrrr…. Jen: C’mon! Your feature! Kate: Okay, yeah, I’m working on a feature too. It’s a drama-comedy about a teen delinquent who teams up with a struggling party magician to battle her inner demons, strained home life, and avoid reform school. If anyone happens to know anyone who knows Catherine O’Hara - I’ve got a part for her.

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You heard it here first, folks. Let’s snag financing for “You and Me Both” and Catherine O’Hara as Kate’s lead.

Thanks for taking the time, Kate and Jen! Great chatting with you, and best of luck on all of your projects. Can’t wait to see ‘em on the big screen (and also, little screens).

- Cooper

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The Chmerkovskiy’s (Part 10)

Hi Everyone!!! Thank you so much for all of your support with this story!! I received a lot of comments asking me to continue, so I did!! All your kind words mean a ton to me and give me a reason to keep writing, so thank you!! You are all the best!! This chapter doesn’t include that much Chmergatroyd and you’ll see why as you read but I promise they’ll be back in the next chapter! I loved writing and creating the vision in this chapter. I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! Thanks!!

A year later, things were better than ever. Both relationships were steady, Maks and Peta were pregnant with their second child, and Val and Sharna had gotten their own place and started living together. All four of them had participated in the most recent seasons of Dancing with the Stars with Sharna winning for the first time in the past season.

Val was beginning to be hassled by the people around him to propose to her, but it never felt like the right time. She was special and their relationship was special, so everything needed to be special for their proposal. It was after Sasha and Emma’s wedding that he got the perfect idea but before he could execute it, he just needed a little help.

Over the course of the next few weeks, he asked each of their friends if they would want to be part of his proposal to Sharna, and of course each and every one of them jumped at the opportunity. He started putting together an elaborate plan and then instructed each of their friends what they would be doing for the proposal.

It was a Saturday Morning and Sharna woke up to the light streaming in the windows. She felt next to her without looking so she could hug him but all she felt was empty space.

“Val?!” She called out groggily.

He came out of the bathroom dressed in jeans and a lavender button down shirt, “Good Morning, Sleepy.” He bent over to give her a kiss on the cheek, but she turned her head right in time and pressed her lips to his. She rolled over so she was now on her back and looked up at him as she stretched, “Where are you going? You’re dressed so nice.”

“Work meeting. Hopefully it turns out successful. Are you saying I don’t always dress nice?” He grinned as he let out a chuckle.

She smiled, “Oh babe, you always look Hot! You know that.”

Val walked over to the dresser and put his watch on, along with the necklace she gave him for their two month anniversary, which now seemed like a lifetime ago. He walked back over to her and kissed her again, “Ok. I’m out of here.”

“What time will you be home?”

“Um not sure yet, depends on how this meeting goes. But I’ll see you soon.”

“K, babe. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

About a half hour later after prolonging getting out of bed, Sharna got up and began her day. Her put on a load of laundry, cleaned up their room, cleaned the kitchen, when grocery shopping, got her nails done and then made her way back to the apartment. Once there she sat down to watch and episode of Say Yes to the Dress. It was on as a marathon so she just left it running, but after two episodes at the start of the third she got a call from Peta.

“Hey, P!”

“Hey Girlie. What’s up?”

“Nothing, just watching Say Yes to the Dress.”

“Oo best show! Have you checked instagram lately?”

“Um, No! Why what’s up?” “Check it!”

“P?” But before she could say another word, Peta had hung up. She opened instagram and saw the first photo that popped up in her feed, It was from Maks’ account but it was a picture of Woo with Sasha and Larissa. Woo was holding a picture of Sharna as a baby and Larissa was holding a picture of Val as a baby. The caption said, “Their little ones.”

Sharna was confused and didn’t know what to think. Why would Maks post a picture like that? She liked it anyway and continued scrolling. Next, was a picture from Peta’s account. It was a picture of Shai in a tuxedo, smiling right at the camera, with the caption, “and so it begins.”

Sharna smiled, seeing her nephew. He always brought a smile to her face. She liked it and then scrolled again. With each photo she became more and more confused. Something was happening and they were all related, she just didn’t know how. She kept scrolling through the black and white photos, the message becoming clearer and clearer through each picture. Sasha and Emma were holding a piece of lace, Lindsay and Witney were holding a bouquet of flowers, Artem and Tony were icing a cake, Keo and Gleb were tying each others bowties and last were Hayley and Alan jumping in the air in front of the DWTS Ballroom. Each of the photos caption were designated a number, except for Hayley and Alan’s which said, “I think you may get the hint, but come find me here to see what this is all about.”

Sharna gasped and aid to herself, “Oh my god.”

Impulsively, she grabbed her keys off of the end table, grabbed her bag off the couch and got to her car as fast as she could. She drove to the studio anxiously, and not uncommon to LA sat in a ton of traffic. She started to become impatient, as she hit the steering wheel, “Come on!!”

Val stood in the ballroom walking around rehearsing what he was going to say. All of his fellow cast members and friends were up in the skybox. Maks and Peta were on the ground level in the corner watching him as they sat in the corner of the room with Shai in their laps. Maks turned to his wife, “He’s panicking.”

“How do you know?”

“I know my brother.”

Val turned to face them from the center of the room, “You know I can hear you right?” Maks smiled and shrugged, “It’s true.”

Val continued pacing, “Where is she? She should have been here by now.”

“I’m sure she’s on her way.” Hayley called from above.

“Was the clue ok? Does she know where I am?” Alan then called down, “Val, that clue couldn’t have been anymore obvious.”

The minutes passed and everyone was quiet wondering where Sharna was. They all started to get fidgeting, and it was noticeable. Maks checked his watch and looked at Peta.

After a few more minutes Val put his head down and then looked up, his back turned towards the door. “Ok, Guys. I guess she’s not coming.”

Everyone just looked back at him not saying anything. “What?” He said back, but then he heard her voice, “I’m here.”

He turned around and got filled up. She was standing in the doorway of the ballroom. She dropped everything to the floor and took a deep breath. “I’m here.” She started walking towards him slowly, and he felt himself get weak. He took a deep breath as she approached and took both of her hands. “Hi.” He said lightly.

“Hi.” She smiled.

“You know what’s going on?” Val asked her.

“I think?” She questioned.

He separated his hands from hers, “I’m going to finish, ok?”

Sharna nodded as he backed away from her and started talking. He moved to the far right corner of the dancing floor, “Here. Is where you were standing the first time I ever laid eyes on you.” He then moved to the left corner, “And here is where we were the first time we ever had a conversation.” She smiled as he continued. He then ran up to the skybox and stood in between their friends, “And here. Is where I stand and where I stood every monday whenever you perform with your partner.” Val pointed to the stage where they usually received results, “There is where we started our very first dance with each-other.” He then ran back down the stairs and to the opposite end of the dancefloor, “This is where we stood as we watched Nick and Tamar dance, when we didn’t even know we loved each other yet.” He then crossed the floor, “and this is where I stood when I watched you get your amazing score on your quickstep with James right before I ran to meet you in the center and you jumped into my arms. I think that was the first time I acknowledged that there might have been feelings there for you.” Val walked to the center of the floor and took her hands again, “So many of my best memories have taken place in here. But all of my best memories, you’re apart of. I can’t think of a time I have been happier than when I’m with you. Even when we had our moments, I knew that nothing could ever ruin what I had with you and how I felt.”

“Val.” She whispered.

“Sharna, when I look at you I see the future. I see us with kids, dancing till we can’t anymore. That’s our future. I’ve waited long enough to ask you out of fear of it not being special, but now I know that any moment we share together is special. So, I’m not going to wait anymore. Sharna. Mae. Burgess. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in this world and I can’t imagine a future where I don’t love you. I want to love you for the rest of my life, and spend everyday making sure you know that I do. You are my past, my present and my future and I want to make you mine.”

Sharna gasped and covered her mouth as Val lowered himself to one knee. He pulled out a black velvet box. She started crying and fanned herself to try and get a grip. He smiled watching her, as he opened the box and revealed the Neil Lane engagement ring.

“Oh my god.” She muttered as she wiped the tears from under her eyes.

“Sharna-”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t let me ask yet?”

“Ask! Ask!”

He laughed, “Will you Marry Me and make me the happiest man alive?”

“Yes!”

He got to his feet and crashed into her, kissing her. He could feel her tears as their cheek touched. He rested his forehead against hers, and looked into her eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Thank you.” She whispered.

Val stepped back from her and took her left hand, he took the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger, “Oh my god.” She gasped. “I’m engaged.” She pulled him in for a hug and he called out into the open air. “Alright, Everyone!! Come on!!” He waved his hand.

Maks and Peta got to them first. Maks hugged his brother and Peta hugged Sharna before they switched. The rest of the cast followed closely after. Exchanging hugs. All the girls huddled around Sharna looking at the ring. Witney called out, “Good Job, Val!!”

All the guys laughed as Val answered, “Well, I try.” He said sarcastically.

As the excitement settled down, they all decided to go out for an engagement dinner. On the way there, Peta pulled out her phone. She opened instagram and created a new post, she selected a special photo from her camera roll. She had been taking pictures throughout the whole proposal but had captured the two most perfect moments. Him down on one knee as she had her hands covering her mouth, and their first kiss after the engagement. She attached them together and then began writing the caption, “Love these two with all my heart and THEY’RE ENGAGED. Sharna and Val, you’re love is incredible and I’m so happy I was able to be part of and see something so special unfold since you’re first kiss at my wedding. I’m so happy you’re going to have the rest of your future to spend together. Love you. #Engagement #Wedding #Chmergess #SharnaisgoingtobeaChmerkovskiy #TheChmerkovskiy’s.

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