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your-world-with-nct · 8 months

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polaroid love | njm (1)

ONE — ooh, someone’s got a cruuush!

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PAIRING | na jaemin x female reader (ft. nct dream + enhypen 02z)

GENRE | fluff, angst, college au

WARNINGS | intended lowercase, cursing, mentions of sex, alcohol consumption, stem student slander

WORD COUNT | 2.5k

SUMMARY | inspired by enhypen’s ‘polaroid love’ — in his twenty-two years of living, na jaemin has never been in a proper relationship. after witnessing his best friends go through their fair share of complicated, devastating heartbreaks, jaemin decided he was better off investing his time and effort into his studies, rather than wasting his time falling in love. years of having fleeting crushes and being countlessly confessed to passed by and not a single person could tempt jaemin into the world of love. that is, until, he meets someone that he can’t get out of his head no matter how long he stares at his anatomy textbooks. someone that reminds him of the hopeless romantic he once was. someone that can show him that love doesn’t have to be so complicated to succeed.

A/N | i’ve been waiting for the day to put this out and here it is!! i hope you guys enjoy this first part and look forward to the rest of the series :) feedback is always appreciated and please reply to this post or send an ask to be added to the taglist <3

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HEADER KEY | • REC -> a character’s point of view | ■ GALLERY -> a flashback from that character’s point of view

JAEMIN CAM • REC

“jaem, food’s here, you can finish that later,” jaemin looked up from his computer after countless hours of meticulous editing to see jeno leaning against the doorframe, impatiently tapping his foot.

“mmm, yeah, be right there,” jaemin hummed, with absolutely no intention of getting up within the next few seconds.

jeno rolled his eyes at his housemate. he knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t be moving from his desk any time soon, “hmph, okay, but hurry up or renjun and haechan’ll beat you to the couch and you know you get all huffy when you have to sit on the floor.”

“i don’t get huffy,” jaemin scoffed, shutting off his computer and getting up from his chair, momentarily holding onto it for balance as he’d underestimated just how long he’d been glued to it, “i’m not getting up because you said that, i’m getting up because i don’t want the terrible two to take my favourite soju flavours before i get there and leave me the strawberry one.”

jeno chuckled as he signalled for jaemin to snag their spots on the living room sofa whilst their other housemates finished laying out the pizza and chicken they’d ordered.

once haechan had stopped complaining about how he deserved the best spot since he paid for the food, the four friends sat down and enjoyed their delicious meal accompanied by whatever show jeno had come across whilst flipping through channels. four full stomachs and five empty soju bottles later, the boys piled together messily on the couch, their drunk conversations drowning out the sound of the show playing and reducing it to background noise.

“soooo, lee jeno, are we not gonna talk about the guest you brought home last night?” renjun teased, rubbing his flushed cheeks against his best friend’s side.

“ahh, well, what was her name again–”

“you forgot her name?” an equally red jaemin sat up from haechan’s lap, his droopy eyes now wide open, “you brought her home and you don’t know her name?”

jeno slowly shook his head, lightly hitting jaemin’s chest, “calm down, she’s an international student and she has an english name so it was harder to remember… ah! it was lila, she was at the bar last night when the basketball game was on, and she seemed kinda bummed when the team she supported lost so–”

“you made her feel better about it by making her feel good blah blah blah, i don’t care about how you worked your charm, what i wanna know is why she practically ran out of here saying ‘i’m sorry’ over and over,” renjun said, earning himself a slap from jeno for both interrupting and exposing him.

“i was getting to that,” jeno huffed as he recalled this morning’s events, “well, uh, you see, when lila first came to korea she befriended… rina.”

“your ex rina?!” haechan’s high-pitched exclamation had the rest of the boys covering their ears with their hands.

“no, the waitress at the sushi restaurant rina,” jeno deadpanned, “of course, my ex rina! lila didn’t recognise me until this morning because, well, i-it was dark… and we, we weren’t exactly fully sober. but when she did, she pretty much left as soon as she could, saying that she felt awkward for getting with her closest friend’s ex and that she wasn’t gonna contact me again for the sake of their friendship.”

“damn.”

“that’s… unfortunate.”

“yikes.”

“i know,” jeno carelessly reached for another bottle of soju, taking a swig, “it’s rough.”

“you’re not the only one going through it,” renjun piped up, holding a shot glass in front of jeno’s bottle, gesturing to pour him some. after tipping the burning liquid down his throat, he sighed, “i stopped talking to chaeyeon, well, more like she stopped talking to me. she said she was never really that into me and that she just needed someone to entertain her for a bit so—”

snatching the bottle from jeno, renjun took another pitiful sip, the rest of the boys giving him sympathetic pats on the back or reassuring him that he’d find someone soon enough or maybe it was for the best.

“seems like none of us are having much luck with relationships lately,” haechan said, “i asked hyeyoon if she wanted to go on a third date any time soon and… she ghosted me.”

“oh dear,” jaemin winced, the second-hand embarrassment sending shivers down his spine. “renjun-ah, don’t hog that bottle, give hyuck some too,” he gripped the green bottle, lowering his voice, “come on, he needs this just as much as you do.”

he whined but gave in, handing the drink to his slightly more sober friend, “i assume you don’t have any news regarding your non-existent love life, jaem?”

“that’s meannnn, jun,” jeno lightly hit renjun again, this time for the snarky comment, “wait, jaem, what’s that face for? surely… no, it can’t be.”

the boy shrugged, the dreamy smile on his face completely unmoved. “well,” he paused to grab their attention, “there is this one girl…”

those words alone seemed to sober up jaemin’s best friends, as they all sat up, jaws agape and anticipating gazes on him. it was rare for jaemin to ever contribute to these conversations besides from providing emotional support or advice, so the mere mention of a girl on jaemin’s mind had piqued their interest. as he opened his mouth to continue, the boys simply hoped that it was going to be more than just another of his fleeting attractions.

JAEMIN CAM ■ GALLERY

“and remember, next week you’re gonna need a model for what we’re doing, so don’t forget to bring a friend along,” eunjin reminded the group before they all left, “ooh, and i’ll post a reminder on the club’s instagram story in case you’re super forgetful!”

jaemin whipped his phone out of his pocket, quickly typing the reminder ‘bring someone to photography club’ into his notes, already trying to figure out which of his friends would be the easiest to persuade to come along.

“ah, hyung, i’ll get going now, see you next thursday,” the enthusiastic second year engineering major jaemin had befriended waved goodbye to his senior, flashing a grin as he packed up his things and set off.

“see y– wait, jake! you almost left your camera bag,” jaemin called after him, handing him his belongings.“what’s got you in such a rush? you’d never leave your camera behind.”

the younger boy turned to retrieve his stuff, bowing to show his gratitude, “oh, thank you so much, hyung, i would’ve gone insane if i left this. my best friend’s waiting for me and she did not appreciate the extra time eunjin noona took at the end of the session–she’s impatient and hungry and it’s my turn to pay for dinner so if i don’t hurry up, i have to deal with a hangry y/n for longer than i’d like.”

“sim jaeyun! come on!” the voice of who jaemin assumed to be the ‘hangry y/n’ caught his attention, however, the annoying image he had envisioned in his head did not match up with the beauty he laid eyes on.

“calm down! i was just thanking jaemin hyung for giving me my camera back, which i wouldn’t have forgotten if you weren’t rushing me, geez,” jake rolled his eyes as he turned his back to you, mouthing a ‘see you’ to jaemin as he hurried to the door, “i’m coming, i’m coming!”

after packing away all of his equipment, jaemin set off on his way home, not forgetting to bow to eunjin on his way out.

“sorry, jakey, i just couldn’t wait,” he heard a much gentler version of the voice from before in front of him. looking up from his phone, jaemin recognised the two figures in front of him as the bickering best friends he’d encountered not even a few minutes ago.

“couldn’t wait to what? drain my bank account?” jake’s joking questions were met with complete silence, “oh, i see how it is!”

“kidding! i meant that i couldn’t wait to spend time with you now that you’re not busy with that big, mechanic… project, uh, thing. yes, i know what it’s called, i just don’t want to say all those long sciency words,” your whining brought a smile to jaemin’s face, having heard similar words from his own arts major friends.

his smile only grew as he crossed the road and saw you almost trip over the curb from laughing so hard at whatever jake had said next, too preoccupied by your joyous laughter and the way you beamed at your friend to have heard.

jaemin sighed as he looked on, wondering how fulfilling it would be to be the cause of that pretty smile or the reason behind your contagious giggles. or, to put it simply, he wondered how fulfilling it would be to loved.

JAEMIN CAM • REC

“na jaemin… are you joking,” haechan turned towards him, blinking slowly in disbelief at what he’d just heard, “another random crush that you saw for a few minutes and never again? we thought it was gonna be different this time, man.”

before jaemin could even defend himself, renjun seemed to have had some sort of epiphany, “woah, wait, slow your roll there, hyuck. i think our jaem might actually have a chance.”

“he does?”

“i do?” even jaemin was ready to admit that you were just another brief attraction, but hearing that he had even the slightest chance with you had his cheeks burning redder than ever, “c-could you elaborate?”

“i could… if you show us what this y/n looks like,” renjun cocked an eyebrow, holding his hand out to see if jaemin would accept his offer.

“wh-why would you wanna do that?” jaemin didn’t know if it was the drinks or the idea of his best friends potentially showing interest in you that had him fumbling over his words.

“calm down, we’re not gonna steal her from you,” jeno wrapped his arm around his shoulder, nuzzling into his side, “we wouldn’t do that to you, man, we’re just curious, that’s all.”

“mhm!” haechan chimed in, “we just wanna give her the best friend stamp of approval before we proceed.”

jaemin took a moment to consider his friends’ words, before retrieving his phone from the disgustingly messy table, “fine! but if any of you accidentally like any of her photos i swear i’m gonna… i’ll— i won’t be happy!”

the boys chuckled at their roommate’s sheer inability to get angry at them; his tolerance and kindness were just some of the things they loved about him, qualities they knew his future girlfriend would appreciate. they waited as jaemin opened instagram to find your page, haechan advising him to go through jake’s following to make it easier.

“what? like none of you have ever tried to stalk someone’s profile before,” haechan scoffed, leaning closer to the screen, “oh! right there, she’s tagged in his most recent post.”

clicking on the small square, a smile unknowingly crept onto jaemin’s face as he stared at the candid photo of you laughing with jake and another friend he was sure he’d seen before on his account. although the gentle hues of the sunset made for a picturesque background, he couldn’t help but think that you and your beaming smile were the most beautiful view of all.

“ahem… earth to jaemin?” renjun frantically waved his hand in front of the dazed boy’s face, “if you wanna gawk at her pics so badly, i would recommend checking out her account.”

the sarcasm dripping in his words would’ve normally had jaemin rolling his eyes, but he was too focused scrutinising every little detail of your profile. the aesthetically pleasing highlight covers were almost as eye-catching as the selfie you’d set as your profile picture, and the large array of posts featuring cute outfits, your friends, pretty views, and more selfies had jaemin curious to see more.

“ooh, ‘hyu second year philosophy student,’ a second year, ah, mark hyung does philosophy too,” jeno commented as he looked over your bio, “i don’t see anyone tagged in her bio, and there’s no dedicated highlight to a boyfriend or anything, so looks like she’s single!”

“not everyone documents their relationship on social media, that doesn’t automatically mean she’s single” renjun pointed out the obvious, smacking the back of jeno’s head. “but, we can figure that out later. so now that y/n’s got our stamp of approval, do you wanna know the plan or not, jaem?”

“wait, wait, we’re still looking!” haechan continued to tap on jaemin’s phone and scroll through your pictures, “she’s cuuute, pretty feed too.”

“i know, right?” jaemin sighed dreamily, earning a disgusted look from jeno, “sorry, sorry, go on, jun, what’s the plan?”

“you need to bring a model to photography club this week, don’t you?” renjun paused for jaemin to nod.

“based on what you’ve told us, jake and y/n seem very close, close enough that he’ll most likely bring her along as his model. if, and when, he brings her, you can actually go and talk to her, maybe get her number or something. as for making sure she’s single, whichever one of us you bring along can just discreetly ask your friend jake if y/n’s taken, and drop the hint that you’re interested—you could get him to help you out with her.”

a few moments of silence passed before jaemin launched himself onto renjun, engulfing him in a tight hug, “thank you, thank you, thank you! wow, i never would’ve thought that i’d actually have a chance with her but thanks to you and your genius mind, now i might. will you come with me on thursday, jun, please?”

“ah, you’re welcome, but y-you’re squeezing me, you’re almost as bad as jeno,” renjun pleaded, dramatically placing a hand on his chest when jaemin loosened his grip.

“i would love to, but thursday? i’m working on a ‘global sculpture through the ages’ exhibition that afternoon. i’m sorry, jaem, but i’m sure these two’ll be happy to help!”

“ooh, ooh, i am! i’m free then, and i’m happy to be your gorgeous model and your wingman all at once,” haechan mimed a hair flip, batting his lashes and grinning at jaemin.

jaemin knew he couldn’t stand the exaggerated facial expressions any longer and answered him, “okay, fine, hyuck! just— i know you can get very friendly, very quickly, so don’t drift off-topic and just stick to the plan, please, for me. if you succeed, i’ll buy you food after as a thank you.”

“woah, thanks, nana!” haechan snuggled into said boy’s side, showing his gratitude by acting annoyingly adorable, “i guess this means that operation ‘get jaemin a girlfriend’ is a go!”

his declaration was met with whoops and cheers, with jeno pouring everyone another round of shots to celebrate their roommate’s potential romance. as they raised their glasses and downed their drinks, jaemin squeezed his eyes shut and hoped, with all his heart, that their operation would be a success.

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ruexvn · 4 months

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hey pookie i love your writing so much omg, like i love the way you write all the characters. could i request your personal eyeless jack headcannons if you haven’t done them already? like how do you see his personality and everything :O

! EJ Headcannons !

Gotcha! And muah 💋 I was on the fannon side for majority of my creepypasta phase before I left and came back liking the cannon versions more! Though I’m still learning about the fellow creeps once again, Soo here’s my thoughts on this grumpy beast

————————————————————————Very quiet and rarely speaks unless someone strikes a convo with him

He’s a very closed person and doesn’t want to get close to anyone again, much rather dwell on his own(traumatized)

Hates looking at himself because he wants to rip off his skin, can’t stand to always look at what he is now

Corny asf when trying to tell a joke, that or tells very dry jokes (loser)

His own barber because he hates when his hair gets too long

A huge bookworm still; always reading books of human anatomy, psychology books, etc

Sometimes captures his next victim and performs surgeries and stuff on them, basically just experimenting then eats them

I definitely see him having DID(dissociative identity disorder) because of the demon

When his personality is switched he’s like a rabid beast. His lingering humanity is erased in that moment and purely acts on instinct

He always manages to switch back before he’s completely consumed

The only ‘friend’ he lets around him is Jeff because he could care less is Jeff died, he’s a piece of shit after all

Jack definitely still tries to this day to find a way to go back to normal, even if it means he dies trying because he just wants to be free

Jealous ash when he sees people doing well to reach the profession he was studying for before everything went down

His human feelings are numb so when he thinks about his mom it’s just replaying memories without emotion

“Hm, I remember when mom did that for me.”

I definitely see this man to be a bit buff: he’s not carry bodies with a skinny body. The transformation did a big number on that

Not exactly bodybuilding like but you’ll definitely want to squeeze his bicep a bit(take a little bite)

Hes a bit over 6 ft. the most ill say is 6'5

Does not fall to slendermans influence but they both have a pact. Slenderman keeps him concealed from the world like the others and in return he heals whomever needs it

Good practice anyway but slenderman gives him the creeps

Let’s be fr he doesn’t have that stinky mask on all the time, it’s suffocating enough to even wear it because he needs his face to breathe

Only wears it when he ‘hunts’ and takes it off when he’s alone. Doesn’t let the other creeps see his face besides Jeff because he deadass snatched it off him

Did not go well for Jeff after, a miracle he’s still alive(Jack patched him up)

Has a nice cabin that he built deep into the woods with a clearing a bit beyond a forest, a small pond residing somewhere along (bee keeping age??)

Bro is literally a miracle. Knows how to rid of cold, flu, anything (where tf was u during Covid)

All in all he’s tied to nature because it’s quiet and that’s what he longs because that demon that screams in his head to feed it makes him want to maybe let him be consumed

Definitely depressed but lives with it, not suicidal at all surprisingly because he’s been alive for so long so very accustomed(hes tried and he really can’t die)

Hates being touched, there will be a hand through ur chest if u attempt, ask for permission before u become minced meat

A softy sometimes if you manage to be his friend, doesn’t show he kinda cares for u. Only shows it when u need to be patched up and he does it with the most gentle hands ever(does the opposite to Jeff)

I like to think him and Jeff have a rivalry but really it’s just Jeff pestering him and Jack sucks it up because maybe a different loud voice is comforting

This man deserves better

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #headcanon #eyeless jack #jack nyras #creepypastaverse #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta blog #womp womp

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bukojuiice · 3 years

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— genshin boys as your college roommates who are head over heels in love with you

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, and xiao x gn! reader

ೃ 400-600 words per character! ♡

ೃ warnings: mention of alcohol drinking ( but aside from that, just lots and lots of fluff!)

ೃ this is my very first writing contribution to the genshin fandom, so i hope everyone likes it! after 5 months of playing genshin, i think it’s safe to say my brainrot for it has finally consumed me and i’m confident enough to brew something up! <3

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CHILDE:

– You and Childe are the perfect embodiment of the best friends to roommates trope. Whenever you wanna sleep in for 5 minutes more and you’re about to run late for your first class, Childe never fails to slowly drag you out of your bed, laughing as he does so. “Wake up sunshine!” is the first thing you always hear in the morning and you don’t complain if you get to hear his smexy voice anyway. He is a confident flirt and is not afraid to show you how much he cares or how much he pines over you.

– He’s always always there to save the day. There was a time when your classmates stood you up on the group project you were making, and guess who comes up to you with glitter, glue, and colored paper? Childe, of course! He stayed up until the wee hours of the night with you just so he can help you finish it. He even promises to set things in a “very civil way” with your absolute jerk groupmates the very next day. You practically hang out with him 24/7 as most of the time he just barges in your shared apartment with some amusement park tickets on hand or to some expensive yoga or judo class. There’s never a dull moment with him and with each passing day, the more you fall harder for him.

– After a morning jog with him and seeing cute little dogs frolicking around with their married owners, Childe suddenly had the urge to adopt a dog with you. But, due to a no pets rules established by the landlord, the two of you opt to owning hamsters instead! Childe named his hamster, narwhal (after his favorite animal of course!) whereas you named yours bunny, to match his irrelevant pet name picking. your hamsters both share the same house/cage and even they are pining over each other.

– His siblings visit a lot, especially Teucer. At this point, there was never a day the little boy didn’t ask when are you and Childe going to finally become “playground playmates” (a term for lovers that they use in second grade apparently) since the two of you are living with each other and seem so close. Childe is always able to successfully change the topic and shift away from talking about the shared feelings that the both of you have for each other. But, alas, the day had finally came to be and during your monthly trip to the amusement park, Childe confidently confesses to you on top of the ferris wheel.

“So... everyone in my life knows that you’re my best friend. Yea, that’s pretty cool and all but... Can we be more than just that (Y/N)? Is there hope if I think there could be something between us?”

DILUC:

– Diluc is your posh and rich roommate who sounds and looks too good to be true. The fact that you’re roomies with the literal heir to the country’s biggest wine and beverage company sounds like something straight out of a fanfic. But, it was of his volition to decide to live in a penthouse near Teyvat University. It was the doings of his step-brother Kaeya who tricked him into getting a roommate so that he won’t be alone for the rest of his college years... aaand that’s where you come in. practically barged into his life, but, you were a blessing. an angel sent from the skies.

– He’s quite cold and unapproachable at first, only greeting you whenever he sees you but never bothered to engage in small talk with you. Even if the both of you go to the same university. It wasn’t until your second month as roommates, when you accidentally had too much to drink after a friends’ night out. You come home to see him in the living room, drinking grape juice from a wine glass, and watching a rerun of Hannah Montana. You practically collapse at the front door, he rushes to you and helps you up as you drunkenly confess to him in tears how you wanted to become much closer to him especially since the two of you are going to spend the rest of your college years together. That was when Diluc realized how distant and aloof he’s been and vows to make it up to you.

– Diluc is very talented. Albeit in very discreet way, he makes sure to make use of his talents especially if it’s an opportunity to make memories with you. He is an amazing cook as much as he tries to deny it, He’s a secret virtuoso caught in 4k when you impulsively bought a guitar one time and you asked if he knows how to play, and he does so well. He practically serenades you in the most non-obvious way possible. Lastly, He’s very athletic. You invited him to play tennis one time, betting that if he won, you would do his bidding for the rest of the week. Before you could even blink, he wins. His “punishment” for you was that you accompany him in binge-watching TV Dramas. Grey’s Anatomy and Downtown Abby are just some of the shows the two of you would watch. It is absolutely adorable seeing him so invested in these dramas. and since the next on Diluc’s list were sit-coms, you were preparing yourself to answer his questions on the context of jokes that he didn’t get. In a poor attempt to flirt with you, he calls out your name and recites in the most Joey Tribbiani voice he could muster, “How you doin?” You were laughing so so hard that night because his pick up line actually worked on you and suddenly your realizations came full circle: you were very much in love with him too.

– His naturally cool yet shy nature had always gotten the best of him. He’s always wanted to ask if you wanted to carpool with him to school. Riding with him in his Tesla sportscar that goes 150 Mph? Heck yeah. However, it took quite a while before he could muster up the courage to ask you (4 months of being roommates until he finally popped the question) Since then, the two of you go home to and from University whenever you had similar schedules. Ever since then, Diluc had began to soften. His cold and hard facade slowly melted. Asking if you could help tie his floofy red hair then he’d let you play with it and let you style it in different ways. He takes you out on café dates during lunch breaks and take you out to watch a movie after both of your late night lectures. Everyone in campus thinks the two of you are practically together at this point. All that was left was to bare your feelings with one another through a fumbling and awkward confession.

“Words cannot not suffice these feelings I’ve been harboring for you since the very beginning. I L-like you a lot. Do you feel the same way too?”

KAEYA:

- Everyone loves Kaeya. Your friends and family, The School Faculty, The owner of the Convenience Store from down the street, The old lady who lives next door, The little kids from down the hall, and even the angry brown poodles from the farthest apartment to your right absolutely loved him. it was hard to keep up with having a roommate that not only were you crushing so hard on, but also had such a vibrant social life. Kaeya interacts and socializes with a lot of people and he admits that it does tend to get tiring at times. But, if these sacrifices lead to coming home to his cute roommate who has captivated his heart since Day 1, then it’s all worth it.

— Despite how warm and friendly he may seem, Kaeya is a very private person. He’s brought two or three friends like Jean, Lisa, Albedo, or Rosaria. But, only to discuss school affairs. He wasn’t the kind of person who trusts others easily, even if he was giving off the impression that he was a trustworthy and reliable person himself. He’d much rather spend time with you on days off from school. He may be a party guy on the outside (he insists he does it for future connections when he graduates) but he’s quite a homebody. Kaeya is the type to watch korean dramas and anime with you, go on late night convenience store cravings, and these always resulted in a perfect evening spent with him. When the both of you are fully immersed into the anime and things get a bit cozy, you rest your head on his shoulder, huddling for warmth.

— Kaeya would always come home with a little something for you. May it be take-out food, A trinket, a board game, an accessory, and even skincare products. The indigo-haired man is very particular about self-care and you bet that he’s bought different kinds of face masks, ointments, and even matching cute headbands just for the two of you! He’s very flamboyant and flirts with you a lot. Trying to impress you with pick up lines and suggestive jokes, but you always thought that he was just joking around because that was always a part of his personality. It was always a part of him. For Kaeya on the other hand, it seems to him that you don’t take him seriously and it's possible that you don’t return his feelings at all. He had to set things straight and it didn’t take long until Kaeya found the perfect opportunity to do so.

— With the help of practically everyone in the apartment, Kaeya is about to surprise you with a candle-lit dinner up on the apartment rooftop. His sly smooth-talking quickly convinced you that the both of you were just going to go out on your nightly convenience store trips. Your curiosity grows when he takes you by the hand, covering you with a blindfold, and whispering to your ear, “Do you trust me?” Gripping onto his hand tightly, the both of you go up some stairs and you reply, “Yes Kaeya, I do.” He slowly uncovers the shield from your eyes and your eyes sparkle at the sight of the candle-lit dinner, complete with jazz music, and a romantic view of the city.

“(Y/N)... You are the most precious person to me. I hope you can take me seriously, especially my feelings. I am saying this with my heart in my hand and with nothing but genuine love in my soul.”

ZHONGLI:

— Zhongli is truly husband material. You’re saying this as his friend, as his roommate, and as someone who’s absolutely smitten over him. He’s a third year environmental archaeology student at Teyvat University. Gentle, kind, and has nothing but wise and intelligent things to say. your lovestruck self can’t help but just admire him from afar, not knowing that he too has been entranced by you ever since you moved in.

—He's always the first to wake up in the morning. The first thing he does is make you a cup of coffee. He's got your favorite memorized, (Coffee with cream. Not to sweet and not too bitter.) The both of you own matching mugs, (written in colored scribbled letters, “The Wise Roommate” for Zhongli and “The Cute Roommate” for you.) He always wants to spend his free mornings with you. Both of you have different schedules so you never see each other at Campus and this was the only blissful time of the day you can spend with one another. Once you get home for dinner, (Zhongli is always the first to get home if he doesn’t stay too long at the library or strolling around the city) If it’s your turn to cook or if it’s his, he never forgets to brew you oolong tea after dinner. A perfect chance for the two of you to just talk the night away and engage in deep and meaningful conversations.

—Zhongli fell in love with you because you just quietly listen to him. Sometimes, you would share your thoughts and insights, even sharing your own personal knowledge that Zhongli had not known prior. You were one of the very few people in his life whom he could talk about absolutely anything with. Well, who wouldn’t listen to a handsome man who has a voice as smooth as butter? He is very passionate about his studies. Taking a lot of extra courses and spending a lot of money on his research. and so, most of the time, he spends all of his Mora on his extra studies (excluding the money he needs to pay for rent) and other interesting antiques. You understood why though. So, instead, you ask him to accompany you to do mundane chores. Going grocery shopping, doing the laundry and cleaning the apartment. He always helps in any way he can. The prying eyes of people around you and the old lady fr next door boldly coming up to you to ask if you and Zhongli were a married couple. You blush profusely whereas Zhongli coolly denies the woman's claims. It hurt quite a little but who were you to complain?

— It was during one of your night strolls with Zhongli. He had invited you out after dinner under the guise of wanting to have some fresh air and find a clear spot for the fireworks from a nearby festival. Your heart was thumping loudly to a non-existent rhythm, blissfully unaware that Zhongli was feeling a burst in his chest too. He clears his throat and his shoulders straighten. Zhongli puts his hand on your shoulder and breathes deeply. His cool and gentlemanly aura still radiating off of him as always. A wonderful array of colors fill the sky as his lips began to form the words he's always wanted to say:

"Tonight is beautiful isn't it? I thought that this would be the perfect time to open my heart up to you... You are a diamond in the rough that few see the beauty of. My beloved– Will you accept my feelings?

XIAO:

— Having a popular twitch streamer as your roommate was a one in a million chance. Especially if you’re not even an influencer or internet figure yourself. But, how did this come to be? Why have you developed a crush on Xiao aka VigilantYaksha without knowing who he was? A gamer with over 6 million followers on different social media platforms? Simple, a high-end apartment near Teyvat University had a special discount if you were willing to be roommates with someone. It’s an amazing deal, near your school, cost-efficient, and you believed the 10% chance of scoring a hot roommate as seen on reality TV and romantic comedies. It was like rolling through a Gacha Game and getting a 5 star character. As that “character” is soon to be revealed as Xiao.

— Things started off rocky at first. On your first day, he flatly welcomed you by the door, introduced himself, then quickly retreated back to his room. As soon as you locked eyes with him, he gave off a certain cold and unfriendly aura. You wanted to get to know him better. Maybe with a little love and care, he could open up to you and you could become friends! That same day, you had mistakenly thought of your room as his and you walked in on him streaming a horror game. He wasn’t spooked by the jumpscares. But instead, he was looking at you in horror because you’ve just exposed yourself to thousands of people. You wave at the camera, apologize, and left. Since then, his fans, (called the Anemo Tofus) have been shipping the two of you together. Creating fanfiction and fanart of Xiao and the mysterious roommate that accidentally walked in on him. They practically begged Xiao to at least talk a little bit about you, to which, he declined. When you surprised him with dinner (as a little treat since this was your first week with him) He sits across the table from you, his eyes gazing deep into yours, as he pops the question, in a very tsundere tone: “Would you like to appear in my streams? T-the Anemo Tofus wanna learn more about you. B-but, if you don’t want to, it’s alright! You don’t have to-” You cut him off before he could continue his doubts, “Xiao! What are you saying? I’d love to!”

— There was something blossoming between the two of you after that particular dinner with him. Starting with your first “roommate video” that you had thought of when you were brainstorming for video ideas. It was an Almond and Mapo Tofu mukbang whilst the two of you answered questions from fans! The viewers noticed how visibly comfortable he was around you despite his usual reserved attitude. He was cracking up a lot more sarcastic and self-deprecating jokes whilst Tofu filled both of your mouths. Outside of the confines of social media and inside the comfortable space that was your apartment, you and Xiao grew closer. Wearing matching hoodies, going on midnight snack runs, playing in arcades, and stargazing with him up on the rooftop as you contemplate about life and talk about the mysteries of the universe. There were times when you would stay up late doing school works and would accidentally fall asleep on the sofa. Xiao would come out of room because he periodically had cases of insomnia. When he sees you on the sofa, he can’t help but smile at your sleeping figure and admire your beauty. First. he brings all your clutter back to your room then slowly picks you up from the couch, into his arms, and brings you back to your room. He places a blanket on top of you and your stuffed plushies next to you so you can hug them any time.

— On a particular night, you fell asleep on the sofa once again and begun to have recurring nightmares. Xiao was there to witness you whimpering, muttering to yourself, and shivering to a mental image that he could not see. (He wishes he could erase all the pain that these nightmares were giving you) You subconsciously grab onto his hand, murmuring to yourself: “Xiao, please don’t go.” He whispers back, “I won’t.” Your nerves slowly relax when you feel the Yaksha squeezing himself to lie next to you on the couch. Holding onto your arm, he continues to reassure you that it was going to be okay. You grab onto him, hugging him from behind. He feels your heartbeat revert back to it’s normal pace and you return back to your peaceful slumber. “I’ll always be here for you, (Y/N). I’ll be here to protect you. Forever and always.” Turning to you to plant a kiss on your forehead, you nestle your head on Xiao’s chest. He watches as you cling to him for love and warmth until he is slowly whisked away by his weariness, rewarded with a peaceful sleep he hasn’t felt in a while.

“And they were roommates.”

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renecdote · 3 years

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@zee-gee gave me a warm up prompt ages ago for hunger + character of my choice. It slipped through the cracks when I was doing all the warm ups but I found it in my docs today and realised it never got posted, so better late than never right? Enjoy 1300 words of spoiler free firefam fluff, ft. background Buddie 😊

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It’s a slow day—and not just because there aren’t many calls. It feels like everyone is moving through syrup, tacky and stilted. Bobby is sitting at the table by the railing, keeping half an eye on the crew moving around below as he sips coffee and fills out paperwork. Eddie is in the kitchen, making coffee, staring vacantly at the machine as it drips fresh coffee into the pot. Hen watches them both from her position at the dining table, medical textbooks and practice worksheets spread out around her. Buck and Chimney and the rest of the crew are all downstairs, checking and double checking inventory. Their voices, drifting up to the loft, sound more subdued than usual.

Hen taps her pen against the glossy pages of her anatomy book. It’s possible that everyone is just tired. She certainly is; it’s been that kind of week, long and draining. Their shift has been slow (not quiet; she doesn’t dare phrase it like that, even in the solitude of her own head). It makes Hen’s skin crawl, all the alertness of being on call having nowhere to go, nothing to burn off the energy that is so desperate to be released.

Buck was particularly bad about that, in the early days. The restless energy. The need to be constantly talking, moving, doing. Hen loves him, but in those first few months in particular he drove her up the wall—still does, sometimes, although these days the person he chooses to annoy is usually Eddie. Eddie is more practiced at it. A holdover form the military, Hen guesses, a strange ability to exist in that murky place between On and Off for as long as he needs to. It grates on you though, the constant hum beneath your skin, the constant prickle of heightened senses. When there is a clatter downstairs—something dropped; something metal—they all jump. Bobby is halfway out of his seat before it catches up to him. The three of them look at each other, trading weak chuckles.

Hen turns back to her textbook, tries to regain her focus, but she hears Bobby get up. He’s opening the fridge before he asks, “Anyone hungry?”

Bobby is always at his most comfortable in the kitchen. He likes cooking, shares his love through food, stress bakes when he can’t get his mind to quiet down enough to relax. He doesn’t bake so much at work, not with the possibility of a call interrupting at any time, but cooking—there is always cooking.

“What are we making?” Eddie asks. He looks more awake now, already reaching for a cutting board and knife, ready to help.

It’s hard to say whether it’s noise from the kitchen or the smell as Bobby starts frying onion in a pan, but it doesn’t take long for Buck to come up the stairs. He beelines for the kitchen, pushing in close to Eddie’s side—much closer, Hen notes, than is actually needed to figure out what is going on. Eddie shifts, somehow making room for Buck to crowd into his space without pulling away.

“If you’re here, you’re helping,” Bobby warns, and Buck just grins and picks up a wooden spoon.

“Can I stir?”

He’s already moving to do just that, eternally young in his enthusiasm. Hen smiles, looking at them. There’s only one person missing from the scene; and even as she looks around, Chimney is coming up to join her. He brandishes a pack of cards hopefully and Hen rolls her eyes.

“I’m studying,” she tells him, even as she collects her textbooks and practice tests into a neater pile to make room for him.

Chimney drops into the chair across from her, tipping the cards out of their pack and shuffling them with practised movements. “You’ve been studying all day,” he points out. “Sparing ten minutes for me to beat you at cards will do you some good.”

“Oh you think you’re going to beat me?”

In the kitchen, Eddie lets Buck steal a piece of carrot off the cutting board—probably not for the first time, from the way Bobby’s voice hits that particularly exasperated tone that means am I the only responsible adult around here? when says, “Some of that actually has to make it into the pan, you know. Do you want to be eating takeout for dinner?”

The quiet, syrupy stillness from before has been broken. It feels like coming up from being underwater, bursting into the open air and having the world unmute, sounds and colours and warmth rushing back in. Hen’s mind is still buzzing, anticipation humming beneath her skin; she knows for experience that isn’t going to stop until she showers the shift off and goes home. But it feels… less, cottoned under the warmth of her team filling the space around her.

“Do you think they realise?”

Chimney’s voice draws her out of her contemplation. He nods toward the kitchen, where Buck and Eddie have switched places, Buck chopping mushrooms while Eddie leans against the counter beside him, nodding along while Buck rambles about—cocoa beans? Hen feels like she has definitely missed a link (or ten) in the conversation there. As they watch, Buck passes the chopped mushrooms off to Bobby and as he turns, Eddie’s hand presses against his back. Deliberate. Grounding. Whatever he says is too quiet for more than the fond tone to reach them at the dining table, but it makes Buck smile, sweet and unrestrained.

The angle is wrong for Buck and Eddie, but just right for Hen to see the small, quiet smile that Bobby hides by turning to grab something from the fridge. He’s at the edge of the scene, there but not fully present in the way that Buck and Eddie exist together. It’s like watching a Venn diagram in motion; Bobby and BuckandEddie and the space where they overlap, neatly labelled family. If Hen stretched the diagram out, added a few more circles, she and Chimney would fit just as neatly there as well.

Chopping done, Buck reaches for Eddie’s coffee cup and Eddie slaps his hand away, shaking his head at Buck’s exaggerated pout. Undeterred, Buck wheedles his way in to try again. It’s hard to say what exactly Chimney means with that question—do they realise?—but Hen can take an educated guess.

“That they’re hopelessly in love with each other?”

“Nah.” Chimney shakes his head. They watch Eddie give up the cup of coffee with a fond eye roll and pull another mug down from the cupboard to make a new one. “I mean, do they realise it’s as obvious to everyone else as it is to them?”

There is nothing vacant about the way Eddie looks at the coffee machine now; nothing subdued about Buck. They look… comfortable. Settled. Happy. When Bobby shoos them out of the kitchen, they go together, falling into the couch as one, shoulder-to-shoulder even though it’s really not necessary with the space. Chim’s right; it’s obvious. Honestly, it’s been obvious for a while. Hen doesn’t know if they’ve actually done anything about it—she’s not sure she’d be able to tell if they had, just from the way they act at work—but it doesn’t really matter.

She smiles; shrugs. “I don’t think they care.”

The station smells amazing now, herbs and spices and something Hen doesn’t know how to explain except for that it feels like comfort. Chimney beats her at cards—twice—but Hen gets back at him by roping him into helping her study. Buck and Eddie migrate over, grabbing flashcards of their own to quiz her with, legs tangling beneath the table. Even Bobby joins them, taking a moment while the lasagne sits in the oven, all of them gathered around talking and laughing as the time stretches out between calls.

The slow days can be hard, but Hen would be lying if she said she didn’t also love them.

#Hen Wilson #Eddie Diaz #Evan Buckley #Bobby Nash #Chimney Han #911 Fox #fic

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sapphicdalliances · 4 years

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Hi, Yuletide writer! First of all, my sincere apologies in my delay of getting this letter written up at all, and my enthused thanks for being here!

I’m a simple bitch with simple tastes; here is a general summary of my preferences, and fandom-specific notes and prompts can be found further down!

I very much enjoy:

Romance -- anything up to and including plotless shippy drivel

Short fics, or even collections of tiny fics

Long fics too, so I guess what I mean is, don’t feel pressured either way

Comedic tones, slice-of-life, lighthearted fun, any amount of improbable romcom tropes

Am also hella on board with misunderstandings, drama or angst as long as there is a happy ending!

I’m deeply okay with AUs, and most likely would be down for any modern, romcom, fantasy/fairytale, gender swap, or remix/crossover AUs you feel inspired to explore! My favourite settings include mundane/urban fantasy (witches! werewolves!), anachronism-stew-with-magic western fantasy jumbles, and disney’s Tangled.

Specific tropes I love:

Proposal fic

Wedding fic where the couple getting married is not the main couple

Outsider/third character POV of the main couple

Exes who are still in love/getting back together

Friends-with-benefits-with-feelings/did a bad job keeping it casual

Shipfic where two or more couples are contrasted

Oblique declarations of love/saying i love you without saying i love you

Provision and caretaking (acts of service!)

Aggressive matchmaking/wingmanning by an enthused friend

Hanahaki, or any other improbably dramatic instances of Cannot Spit It Out

Arranged marriage/fake marriage/fake dating

Epistolary fic

Regrettably I also love a/b/o, especially the kind that emphasises on scent safety and contains little to no actual sex

I’m not as into:

Political or social intrigue, mysteries, complex magical plots — by no means a dealbreaker, but not high on my list of priorities

Kidfic

First person narration

Soulmate AUs specifically

In general, please avoid:

Character death or serious/permanent injury

Animal abuse or death

Infidelity

Hopeless or downer endings

Fandom specific info starts here!

Princess Tutu - Ahiru, Fakir

I’ve loved Ahiru/Fakir for years and years — they are both very strong, willful but compassionate characters, and the way they intersect is just so sweet to me. While I would be ravenous for any tutu content, gen included, I really would be particularly delighted with some overtly shippy fic for this one, I hope that’s okay!

Suggestions:

Modern AUs: vet science major Ahiru + English major Fakir meet in theatre club?

Step Up-style remix where they become somewhat-unwilling dance partners because their regular partners are somehow indisposed and work better than expected

That one ending fix-it AU where Fakir writes her back into a girl and they retire into the village, the one we all have in our treacherous hearts, i will never get enough of these

Fakir and Ahiru’s relationship progression as observed by the other members of the school/town

Or mix it up with any of the tropes in my general list! For this ship, I would like a maximum rating of T, please!

Wotakoi

I love every ship in this manga equally but perhaps I love Kou/Naoya more equally than the other two? They are just so kind and so silly, and so sweet to each other in exactly the way both of them didn’t realise they were missing! Honestly, anything with these characters that’s along the lines of canon would be delightful; the particular energy of misfits realising that they don’t have to be alone is something very dear to me.

Suggestions:

Accidentally dating ft. Kou and Naoya, or, “and you’ve made out how many times now? Hmm. Yeah, that’s not technically a bromance.”

5 times Hirotaka and Narumi almost, almost kissed, and 1 time they did; the unresolved romantic tension may kill me and it would be worth it

What Hirotaka and Narumi taught each other (apart from the more mundane gaming and life skills, i believe that she taught him how to smile and be loved by others, and he taught her how to be loved by herself!)

Smutty domesticity ft. Koyanagi and Kabakura — a lazy Sunday, laundry in the sun, fucking on the couch, everything easy with familiarity

The fantasy/MMORPG AU, where Hirotaka is the lazy but brilliant crown prince, Naoya the hapless but beloved second prince, Koyanagi his spymaster and Kabakura the captain of the prince’s guard; Narumi his childhood friend-cum-betrothed, and Kou a mysterious archer who saves a distressed Naoya from bandits in the village?

The gang tries to play DND. We finally find a game that Naoya is good at.

Or mix it up with any of the tropes in my general list!

Nezha - Oubing

I feel 100 different ways about this movie and 88 of the ways are SO CHINESE. The filial piety, the familial sacrifice, the friendship! I do believe that Nezha and Aobing are in love, I hope this is a reading of the text that we share, but if not, gen about their friendship/rivalry would also be well-recieved.

Suggestions:

Aobing has been practicing bigu (a cultivation style that is meant to remove one’s need for food or water) since he was born; Nezha introduces him to food, and other creature comforts — do they have BEDS in the dragon palace for example?? Buddhist-style cultivation is very ascetic and difficult, but Nezha is so wild and full of feelings and love!!

Modern AU: delinquent Nezha and prim, proper exchange student Aobing

Modern AU addendum: nobody believes Nezha when he says he’s got a hot boyfriend in Taiwan and thinks that he has made Aobing up

Arranged marriage/political fantasy AU where the prince of dragons is given to the most controversial heavenly general in an effort to improve both families’ social standing

For a gen prompt, if you want to do something about Nezha and/or Aobing’s relationships to their fathers, debts and affections and resentments, that too would be lovely!

On the other end of the spectrum, i’m down for PWP with xeno tropes re: aobing’s dragon anatomy! So long as the top/bottom roles are not too strictly defined, i just like it when they’re equitable or switch!

And of course, feel free to mix it up with any of the tropes in my general list!

Kazetsuyo/Run with the Wind

I didn’t tag any characters because my favourites were not in the list, and of course because I do love everyone, but my personal priorities are in order: Shindo, Musa, Haiji, Kakeru, Nico-chan, Yuki, the bombastic twins, and then everyone else. The spaces between those positions are very small so if you happen to have a passion for a character/ship lower on the list, worry not, there is limitless affection within me for everyone!

Suggestions:

Shindo should get to take Musa to see the snow… he deserves that

He also deserves to run the ekiden again in his fourth year and not be sick and actually win section 5!

I do think Kakeru and Haiji are most definitely soulmates — if you choose to focus on one or both of them, I really do believe they are in the romantic kind of love, is the thing!

Perhaps their relationship, an inevitable drifting together, as perceived by everyone else in aotake?

Or Haiji comes to Kakeru’s graduation, all their tenderest affections still unspoken, and somehow, without any premeditation, by the end of the day they’ve kissed

You know what I think? I think Hana-chan likes and is capable of dating both of the twins, and I love that for her

Or gen canonverse with everyone (or just everyone you care about) taking turns caring for Nira and reflecting on the race!

As above, please feel free to mix it up with the tropes in my general list!

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-Kun

I only selected Seo and Waka because they are simply my top priority, but if you want to serve a side of Chiyo/Nozaki and/or Hori/Kashima and/or Seo and Kashima being beautiful best friends and/or Mikorin being a beautiful himbo who we are delighted to have here, i would not complain at all!

Absolutely anything about them being goobery oblivious idiots in love would be perfect, such as:

5 times they went on a date without realising, and the time they realised

Everyone else literally just thinks they’re dating and they are completely clueless

Or on the other end of the spectrum, everyone tries desperately to set them up/matchmake for them, not realising that they’ve been going steady for four months

A hanahaki AU would be particularly hilarious with these two, I feel

Urban fantasy AU where Waka is a hapless monster hunter and Seo is an annoying but deeply harmless werewolf who’s been terrorizing his town??

Regency or faux-regency AU where Waka is literally like “drive by your rival’s estate slowly so that she may seethe with jealousy at the loveliness of your new hat” and Seo is like “oh goodness, he is courting me. What a fool. What an absolute buffoon.” and challenges him to a swordfight

Fairytale AU where Seo believes she must rescue the prince from the tower and deliver him back to the kingdom capital, and the prince, who had not realised he’d been kidnapped, thinks Seo is a usurper from a rival kingdom who must be supervised all the way back to the kingdom capital to be served her justice

Or anything else equally romcom-y, and of course, as always, throw in as many tropes as you like!

Thank you for reading this whole mess of a letter, and I sincerely hope I haven’t bored you too much. The most important thing to me is that whatever you end up writing, you are able to enjoy the process at least somewhat, and deliver a fic that you like! I can also be found on twitter at @hawberries_ (for art) and @popplioikawa (for general ramblings), and if you have any desire to send an anon ask to this tumblr with questions, i’m actually not sure if that’s allowed but i’d be happy to get some! Thank you again, and happy holidays!

#shut up phee #yuletide

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mcalhenwrites · 6 years

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Rant, because it’s not worth containing in private.

Different art forms are only slightly comparable, and I’m not sure “comparable” is the proper word. You can’t pit them against one another and have any come out on top. All forms of art require self-discipline, practice, and study. You will seemingly waste time and supplies trying to get something right (and I’m old, so I remember a time when family shared computers were rare). You will be proud of something you’ve done and then hate it when you look at everything you did wrong. There’s no “well, this is more time consuming” in an effort to undervalue one medium over another.

I weigh in on this because I’ve worked on art, writing, and crocheting. Because writing is a career goal and crocheting is the one thing that anyone is actually interested in buying from me, I’ve worked harder on those over the past few years than I have as an artist, but that doesn’t mean I’m not ignorant to the work put into it. That doesn’t mean I’m ignorant to the work put into all three of them. To be a decent writer, you need to read and research as a part of studying, and the more you write, the more you practice. As an artist - which veers off into even more subcategories, several of which I’ve dabbled in - you need to study art and practice! Hmm...I feel like there’s a trend... As a crocheter (or knitter), you need examples of how to do a variety of stitches and practice them! Wow. It has taken me years to make a blanket,which people who’ve never crocheted think is too expensive if it’s over your Walmart shelf price of $10-30. The supplies for most acrylic (cheap yarn) blankets normally costs more than that! The time? Weeks worth of hours. If people charged fair wages at the hourly for a blanket, then only rich people would be able to buy them. (And funny, many ask for blankets for free! I’ve had it happen to me!) An hour of my time crocheting something that would make me less than $5 in profit got the response: “Not at that price.” 32 hours of my time making a plush that was 3 ft long and took me three days was supposed to be “only $20″ - when the supplies for said plush would’ve run me about $25. I am fortunate that - now that I’m trying to price things more fairly - most of the people around me have been supportive. But it took me three prototypes to get my chocobo pattern right, and I even made an additional adjustment (the neck fluff) to them much later! It takes a few hours to make a single one of them. They’re not cheap to make. Now, I’ve also had a graphics tablet in the past, and I mostly use traditional art because a sketchbook every once in a while is sometimes cheaper than trying to buy a decent graphics tablet to replace the one that broke on me. I have drawn, and I’m going to show 11 months’ worth of difference from a few years ago:

I have also dabbled in sculpture in high school, which once included buying my own clay and tools. I had to give it up after a while, because my access to a kiln was my high school art teacher, and I happend to graduate. I’ve got sketchbooks lying around, and as a hobby, I tend to work on improving my anatomy and playing around with dragon designs. When I’m feeling more ambitious and have the time, I’m drawing random objects in my room, study hands and noses, etc. My writing requires me to type out a draft I like enough to go back to and edit. (If I don’t, I end up rewriting the entire novel.) I have always read other books in several genres, including nonfiction, because I’m trying to absorb as much research as possible. History and anthropology have helped me with creating lore and believable characters. (Verdict is out on whether I’m any good at it.) Reading novels helps me recognize the mapping of plots and how characters are portrayed. Sometimes I see things I don’t like, other times I see things I envy. I’ve also spend a lot of time simply reading a dictionary. (An embarrassing amount of time, because I have cognitive issues that prevent me from remembering things.) They’re not really comparable, though. In order to be any good at them, you have to have the self-discipline to keep studying. You have to be able to recognize what you’re doing wrong and fix it. Studying and practice are givens. You do not wake up with natural talent. I used to say that “singing isn’t something you can learn” because I don’t think any amount of practice will save me from being tone deaf and terrible, but the truth is that the best singers spend a lot of time practicing! Vocal lessons exist for a reason. (And what I thought was a compliment on someone’s amazing talent ended up undervaluing the work that people put into their vocals.) And hearing an artist who says they write suddenly belittle writing makes me think they’re overvaluing their own skill level. People who get full of themselves manage to do a few harmful things to the other creators around them, by successfully belittling any of their efforts. Imagine being an aspiring writer just starting out, and you’re struggling to capture the characters you spent days fleshing out in just the right words. And you hear that all of that is not work. That writing is easy. “Why isn’t it easy for me?” I have fallen victim to that sort of mindset. Hearing people around me say that they haven’t written in ages and seldom pick up a book or never read anything period while they churn out good writing makes me think, “Why can’t I be that smart?” I feel like all the work I’ve put into writing is worth nothing, makes me doubt my whole mindset that you have to work to be good. Maybe there are people who are naturally talented, and I’m a fool for trying! And artists are the one group of people who often do get bitter if you think that they just waltzed into their level of ability with no problems and no work, but they have no problems projecting the same mindset onto writers? I don’t know, maybe fuck off with that superiority bullshit. If anyone is wondering why I listed what I can do? It’s because I saw a lot of people on that thread argue that “well, you probably don’t draw, so you don’t know” and other such bullshit. I guess no one can do both? I guess no one has the ability to recognize the hard work of another? Seems a personal fault that you don’t recognize what others can do, not the fault of the person you’re accusing, honestly. Quite a few people weighed in as writers and artists and felt that the comparisons were unjust. The OP, however, cited that a sentence straight out of a kindergarten English worksheet was faster to write/type than an art! It would take me a while to tell a story in a single sentence. Several sentences would be experimented with first. I would need to edit. That would take me a lot of time. I can also sketch a rough character design in a short time! Neither of them would make a novel or an art piece, and I can’t tell you how many minutes either of them would be. I don’t know, because each piece is also distinctly difference, and the amount of practice I have with both determines how fast I am at it. The result is also in the eyes of the beholder--what is seen as “good” to one person is “crap” to another. I’m going to keep writing and calling it hard as fuck work. I’m going to keep drawing and calling it hard as fuck work. I’m going to keep crocheting and calling it hard as fuck work. I’m going to keep attempting to knit and calling it hard as fuck work. I’m going to look at someone’s skills that I can’t accomplish myself and calling it hard as fuck work. I’m going to look at someone who deals with shitty customers in a fucking hamburger joint and calling it hard as fuck work. Undervaluing the work of others will never make other people stop undervaluing yours.

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tbehartoo · 7 years

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Summer Days pt 3

Characters: Levy McGarden x Lisanna Strauss (Levanna)- Characters from Fairy Tail by Hiro Mashima

Rating: General? Teen? I don’t know, where do you stand on fluff?

Summary: Modern AU vignettes where Lisanna and Levy spend a summer together for @filiadcorblog

on AO3

*Welcome to Levy’s Library-Levy’s Library Rule #3- Enjoy!

Levy opened the door with a big smile on her face. “Lisanna! You found the house.”

Lisanna returned the smile. “Well it did take a little bit of backtracking. I still mostly know the main streets, and I have yet to make the acquaintance of more than a few side streets.”

“Come on in,” Levy stood aside to let Lisanna through the doorway. “I’m sure you’ll get to know Magnolia well by the time you’ve graduated from FT.”

“I can only hope,” Lisanna replied.

Lisanna looked around at the welcoming little house. There was a cozy looking couch and a couple of comfy looking chairs in the front room, surrounded by pictures of smiling people of various ages and heights. Levy gave her a brief tour. The tv room was open to the kitchen and dining area which Levy assured her was very convenient when her brother Gajeel was hosting football parties with his teammates. She lead Lisanna down a hall pointing out which door was for the bathroom versus the rooms for her siblings and parents. She paused in front of her door.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t get my room cleaned up before you got here, but I really did try to straighten things up.”

Lisanna was surprised by what greeted her eyes. She had expected a mess, there wasn’t one really, but she hadn’t anticipated the books! Upon opening the door there was a wall that was obviously the side of the closet and in front of it there was a red, two-shelf bookcase full of picture books and other well-loved children’s stories. The wall above the bookcase had a poster welcoming all to “Levy’s Library” followed by a few illustrated rules: 1-Always ask first, 2- Only two books at a time, 3- Enjoy! The wall opposite the door had a large window with a day-bed under it flanked by two small tables. There were books in piles on top of the tables, one had a laptop precariously perched on it as it charged. The rest of the room appeared to have floor to ceiling bookshelves, that were completely chocked full of books. It wasn’t until Lisanna was fully in the room that she discovered the desk that was opposite the window. It was also filled with books and papers.

Levy was looking as Lisanna to see her reaction and couldn’t help a sigh of relief when Lisanna grinned and said, “You live in a library!” She did a slow turn and continued, “This is like the best bedroom ever.”

Levy chuckled then added, “Well I think so.”

Lisanna pointed at the shelves. “May I?”

She was answered with a nod and a smile.

There was a wide variety of subjects and authors together on the shelves. Lisanna felt she could probably guess Levy’s top three writers after she found several shelves dedicated to only their works. There was lots of fantasy/fiction, classical literature, mysteries, and fairy tales, but Levy also had sewing, cooking, motor repair, woodworking, and welding lining the wall. One shelf was book after book on animals and their environments. Another held anatomy and physiology textbooks as well as chemistry and math books. There were puzzle books, joke books that only an eight year old would find hilarious, and comic anthologies. Lisanna was amazed at the sheer amount of curiosity and interest that Levy displayed here.

“Ok, I’ve got to ask,” Lisanna said as she frowned at a shelf, “I can sort of guess why a lot of the other books are put where they are but this one is a little confusing.”

Levy chuckled. “That, my friend, is my shrine to all things Victorian. There’s literature from that time period as well as stories set in that era. I have cookbooks, every day accounts, and Victorian life-hack type books. There are books on manners and etiquette from the time as well as commentary on how they have changed from that time to this. Medical practices (she shuddered), and modern compositions on the barbarism that was done in the name of medical science can be found next to each other. There’s even a few books on the amazing women of the time that aren’t given any mention in traditional accounts of the era.”

“Wow,” Lisanna said as she pulled one book from the shelf. “Great tea rooms of Fiore? I didn’t know this was a thing.”

“Oh yeah,” Levy said. “There’s even one here in town that’s in that book.”

“Really?”

“You’ve never been to the Gray House for high tea?” Levy asked.

“I can’t say that I have,” Lisanna said as she flipped through the pages.

“I guess not everyone was forced to have a week of lessons about proper etiquette before going there for a field trip in the sixth grade,” Levy said.

Lisanna laughed and shook her head. “Oh look at this picture,” she said as she tipped the page in Levy’s direction, “they look so elegant and refined.”

Levy moved to be next to her and looked at the picture. “They do.That’s Mary Benson and her lover, Lucy Tait, after Mary’s husband died and they were finally able to move into a home together.”

Lisanna looked back at the picture. “Those two look so in love,” she said softly.

“Why don’t we do that?”

Lisanna looked up at her noting how close they were standing. “Why don’t we do what?” she asked a little unsure as her pulse began to speed up.

“Why don’t we get dressed up and go to high tea at the Gray House!” Levy said. “You don’t know what you’ve missed out on from not growing up in Magnolia. There’s all sorts of things around here that you ought to experience.”

“And you’d be willing to show me?” Lisanna asked shyly.

“I’d love to,” Levy said eagerly. She pulled out her phone and moved to sit at the desk. “When’s your next day off? I can contact my friend who works there and she’ll get us on the list.”

“Oh, um, let me check,” Lisanna said as she moved to sit on the only other chairlike surface. She scrolled through her work schedule willing her heart to calm down. She was so busy looking for the information that she missed Levy stealing a glance at her from across the room.

Levy smiled to herself. She was already formulating a list of places to show Lisanna. This summer was going to be great!

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