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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 1]
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy
Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)
Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho
Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?
Word count: 3.2K
"Wait, hold on. You're opening in 3 days and you don't have anyone to cook?" Mingi blinked at his best friend. The two of them were seated in the soon-to-be opened cafe/ restaurant.
"I... Look, I had a guy, we spoke over the phone and everything but he ghosted me!" Yunho defended.
"Yeah, he probably got frightened off when you said he was going to do everything solo! I would too. You can't just pluck random chefs off the job ad site, Yun... You have to put together a crew." Mingi sighed, slapping his forehead.
"I'm sorry, okay?! It's my first time doing this. I'm nervous and stressed, I have not been sleeping." Yunho groaned, letting his head drop onto the table.
"You really don't know anything about running a restaurant, don't you?" Mingi scoffed.
"I literally just said this is my first time doing this." Yunho growled.
"I'll ask the others if they have connections. Let's hope lady luck is on your side and the universe can give you a kitchen crew in 3 days." Mingi clicked his tongue, typing away on his phone.
"Why did I do this again? What do I know about running a restaurant?" Yunho asked himself.
"Apparently nothing." Mingi stated.
"Mingi!" Yunho hissed.
"What? I'm just stating the truth. Look, Yunho, you're doing this because this has always been your dream, with your halmeoni. When she passed, she gave you all this money to open your own place. You'll be fine, you have San, Yeosang, Hongjoong hyung and myself. We won't let this place fail." Mingi promised.
"Thank you, Mingi ah." Yunho smiled softly. Mingi was direct but Yunho was glad to have him, knowing Mingi will always encourage and support him.
'Wait, you're opening in 3 days and you don't have a kitchen crew? How are we going to have food? We can't cook! - Yeosang'
'Speak for yourself. I can make great ramen! - San'
'We can't make ramen for our opening! And yes, we have established that Yunho doesn't know anything about restaurant planning and/or what a kitchen crew needs. Move on. - Mingi'
'Gee, thanks Mingi ah. - Yunho'
'You're welcome. - Mingi'
'I may know someone but I think he's just a sous chef. Let me see if he is looking for a job and if he can recommend a crew. I'll keep you posted, Yunho ah. - Hongjoong'
"Let's hope Hongjoong hyung's friend comes through." Mingi told Yunho, sipping his coffee.
"At most, we'll survive the cafe portion. We can all make coffee and help around this gets settled. Only when we can secure a kitchen crew, then we'll have dinner service." Yunho said, trying to calm himself down.
"Yeah. We'll manage. A cafe doesn't need to be fully waited on anyway. We can take turns doing the barista stuff while you manage the counter." Mingi suggested.
"At least the place is done. That's one less thing to stress about." Yunho looked around the empty place.
"And soon it'll be bustling with people. Customers." Mingi smiled.
"I can't wait! I only wish halmeoni was here to see it and be a part of the process." Yunho grinned. It was not easy but he was glad it was finally happening.
"I'm sure she knows and can see it." Mingi assured. Even if he personally may not believe in the afterlife, Yunho did.
"Yes, I hope Joong hyung comes back with good news. Then all will be good and smooth!" Yunho smiled, his mood flipping quickly. Mingi looked at his best friend in amusement, Yunho rarely let anything put him down. But seeing him so happy and excited, Mingi nodded along. He'll help Yunho to make him happy.
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*KNOCK KNOCK*
"(y/n)?" You frowned at the person who called your name, squinting one eye open to see who it was that disturbed your sleep. Seeing that it was Seonghwa, you grumbled and closed your eyes again.
"Good you're awake, I need to talk to your about something. Don't go back to sleep." He said.
"Hwa... it's too... early... Come back... another time..." You groaned.
"It's 2pm, darling." Seonghwa stated. Seeing as to how he wasn't going to leave, you sighed and scooted to the side.
"Fine. Come... here..." You said sleepily, patting the space beside you. Seonghwa chuckled and walked over, sitting on the mattress, looking over at you to make sure you're listening.
"Talk... Am listening..." You mumbled into your pillow.
"So one of my old classmates, we're not that close but we add each other on LinkedIn, as people do on a business or acquaintance level. We've only ever seen each other at old class reunions and such, nothing major. " He started. You suddenly raised a hand, making him pause in his speech.
"Hwa... I love you and all. But please, get to the point or I'm going to fall back asleep." You placed a hand on his thigh.
"Right. So, he just texted me. One of his friends is opening a restaurant cafe type thing in 3 days and he needs a kitchen crew. My friend is going to be the Maitre D." He informed.
"(y/n)? Did you hear what I said?" Seonghwa poked you when you didn't reply him.
"Yeah... I did. What idiot opens a restaurant in 3 days and doesn't have a kitchen crew?" You frowned.
"That's what I thought too. But that's beside the point, are you in?"
"You know I don't stay in one kitchen for too long." You finally opened your eyes to look at him. Seonghwa nodded, he was part of your crew. Where you go, he goes.
Wherever you have went, he has went.
"Hang on, let me wake up first. Can you call the others to come over in a bit? I need to clean the kitchen. I was so tired after recipe testing that I completely crashed on the couch. Then made it back to my room at sunrise." You sat up, rubbing your eyes.
"I cleaned when I arrived this morning. But yes, I'll call the others over." Seonghwa smiled, stroking your head.
"Thanks, Hwa." You cracked a small smile. He hummed and stood up to let you get ready. Seonghwa was one of the few people you let have access to your house. You didn't trust people easily.
When you shuffled to your bathroom, you brushed your teeth and washed your face. You changed out of your sleepwear and into more presentable clothes.
"I brought coffee." Jongho said when you stepped out.
"Thanks, Jongho. Life saver." You said with a rubberband in your mouth as you pulled your hair up into a bun.
"Let me move all this." You moved the equipment off the kitchen island and counter. When you designed this house, you didn't care for a dining room area so you extended the kitchen to take up a bigger area of the house. Not like you had people over regularly where you needed a whole dining area.
"Where's Wooyoung?" You asked.
"On the way. He had just woken up." Seonghwa informed. You nodded, leaning against the counter and drinking your coffee.
"In the mean time, I'll make breakfast. Or lunch... I got nice chanterelles yesterday and the gochujang cured bottarga I made months ago might be done." You said and opened the fridge door.
"Are you sure you want to cook? Aren't you tired from recipe testing?" Seonghwa asked.
"I'm fine, Hwa." You waved him off.
"Okay but we're doing the dishes after." Jongho said. You nodded and took ingredients out to cook. Your fridge was full of your recipe testing dishes.
"I'll prep the chanterelles." Jongho got up, putting the expensive mushrooms in a bowl to brush clean.
You made a simple meal of goat cheese, spinach and sundried tomato frittata, grating the gochujang cured bottarga (mullet roe) over the top for a spicy, salty kick. On the side, Seonghwa cooked the chanterelles in a basic beurre blanc with thyme.
"Sorry, I'm late. I got ready the moment Hwa hyung called me." Wooyoung said as he entered.
"It's fine. Sorry for calling all of you to come on your rest day. But Seonghwa has a proposal and it is only fair that all of you are present to hear it. And we can have a meal together too." You told him.
"What is it?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, putting his coat over the back of your couch.
"Hi." He smiled to you, hugging you tightly. Wooyoung always liked skinship, you were still getting used to it after all these years.
"An old friend contacted me. He has a friend opening a restaurant in 3 days and he doesn't have a kitchen crew. He seems desperate, on behalf of his friend." Seonghwa informed.
"But (y/n) doesn't stay at one place for so long." Wooyoung pointed out with his fork.
"That's what I said." You chuckled.
"And where (y/n) goes, we go." Jongho added. You softened at that, they didn't need to follow you, they could always have big culinary careers on their own but they still always moved with you, they trust you. You've been together for so many years, you worked well together, like a well oiled machine.
"Besides, are you sure this place would even be good? What kind of restaurant owner looks for a crew 3 days before opening?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow.
"I said that too." You replied.
"I think we should give it a shot. Don't make promises of staying. We can always test it out. If we don't like it, we leave." Seonghwa said.
"We need more details. What's the concept of the place? What cuisine are they expecting us to serve?" Jongho asked the most important question.
"Oh yeah, I never thought about that. Good thinking, Jong. Hwa?" You nodded in agreement, turning the the tallest.
"Apparently it's a cafe in the morning so pastries and sweets. Night time, restaurant. And if my friend is right, we have creative liberty with the menu. No set cuisine. You like that, don't you (y/n)?"
"I do." You nodded, slightly more tempted and inclined to actually learn more about this now.
"But that's barely a concept. This restaurant owner really has no culinary knowledge, does he? Who lets a random kitchen crew walk in and decide your menu? This is suspicious." Wooyoung shook his head with a frown.
"You think we shouldn't do it then?" You turned to the male. Wooyoung made a face but shrugged, taking another bite of food. That was enough of an answer.
"If all of you feel like we shouldn't do it, then we won't... Simple as that." You crossed your arms.
"Like Seonghwa hyung says, I think we should check it out. If it doesn't suit us, we don't stay. No harm in that." Jongho said.
"What about you, (y/n)? Do you think whould we try it?" Seonghwa asked. You remained quiet for a bit, wanting to collect your thoughts before saying anything.
"You really don't want to do it?" You turned to Wooyoung.
"You know that I'll follow you, no matter what. It's just suspicious, that's all I'm saying." He replied. You looked at Seonghwa and nodded.
"We'll head down tomorrow to check the place out and speak with the owner. But no promises." You decided. Seonghwa took his phone out, presumably to text his friend. You finished the coffee Jongho bought you and headed to the fridge to pour yourself some more from your own cold brew stash.
"Don't go overboard with the caffeine and give yourself a migraine." Seonghwa reminded. You nodded, taking a sip of the cold coffee and took your iPad from the charger.
"Thoughts on the gochujang mullet roe?" You looked at the 3.
"I think it can do better with more days of salt cure. Did you add salt to the gochujang?" Wooyoung asked.
"No. But maybe I will in the future since the sodium content of the gochujang is lower than a miso or just pure salt." You said, noting down their comments and feedback on your iPad.
"Would you try doing a few weeks of salt cure first then moving to gochujang?" Jongho suggested.
"Oh... That's an idea." You raised your eyebrows, intriged now.
"I just realised. If we take this job offer, we'll be expected to churn out pastries and desserts too." Seonghwa said, putting his phone down. The boys all looked at each other.
"You make it sound like you guys can't bake. We have done desserts before, even for full banquet dinners of like hundreds of people. We've made both pastries and cakes." You scoffed at them. Wooyoung and Jongho looked at Seonghwa who sighed softly.
"But (y/n), those were 300 copies of the same dessert. Now, we'll have to make a variety of pastries and cakes for a cafe. On top of a dinner service." Seonghwa explained it to you.
"It might be too much to do for just 4 of us." Wooyoung added.
"Should we not do it then? Or tell them we'll only try out for dinner service?" You asked.
"(y/n) will be fine. She runs on no sleep and coffee." Jongho snorted. You shot him a flat look for exposing you while Seonghwa glared at you, he was always worrying about you and your unhealthy habits.
"Look, I say we meet the owner, find out what he actually wants from us. Then we go from there, okay?" You sighed.
"Okay." The boys said. You nodded with a hum of approval as you slid off your bar stool and shuffled over to your fridge. You took a tray out with ramekins.
"Here. I randomly made smoked creme bavarois last night when my brain couldn't work. These two are Madagascar vanilla and these two are Tahitian." You explained, putting the tray on the island for them. Then you took out a bowl with mixed forest berry compote that you made to go over.
"Let me." Wooyoung took a cooking spoon and carefully spooned just the perfect amount of sauce over each ramekin. Then passing them out to the others.
"Hmm, I always like Madagascar vanilla. Brings out the more floral notes in the berries." Seonghwa sighed blissfully.
"But for infusing into alcohol, Tahitian is nicer. Good with a bourbon and rum." Jongho noted.
"Oh, like that amazing rum cake Jongho made the other time." You smiled, remembering how delicious the cake was, even thought he was nervous about it being a new recipe.
"Yeah I used Tahitian then. That bourbon poaching liquid for the poached apricots the other time was also Tahitian." He informed.
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That evening, Hongjoong, San and Yeosang dropped by the restaurant. Yunho and Mingi were there, chatting happily as they started to unbox the coffee equipment and tools to set up the barista counter. Yunho looked up when he heard the door open.
"Hey!" He waved happily.
"Good evening. We brought some dinner, guessing you two have been here the entire day." Yeosang said, putting the boxes of fried chicken down on one of the tables.
"Our dear Yunho is too excited for the opening. We might have tod rag him out later or he might sleep here." Mingi chuckled.
"T-That's not true! I just want everything to be perfect!" Yunho defended himself.
"The place really looks great, Yunho ah." San complimented, making the taller male grin proudly. He was ready to start this new adventure with his closest friends.
"Did you hear back from your friend, Hongjoong hyung?" Yunho asked.
"Oh yeah! Right. Their crew would like to come and meet you here tomorrow to discuss things. See what their expectations are and what your expectations are before making a decision. You're free to meet tomorrow right? Don't worry, I'll be here too during the meeting." Hongjoong assured.
"Yes! Tomorrow is great! And did you say 'crew'? Your friend has a kitchen crew that he is a part of?" Yunho blinked. This was working out great.
"Well, I say crew but it is just 4 of them. I don't know much about them but I heard they usually help out at pop up events held by chefs. Or temporary kitchens." Hongjoong explained.
"Your friend, he is the head chef of the crew?" Yeosang asked.
"No. He's the sous chef? His name is Seonghwa. From the way he put it, there is a head chef. There's another sous and a prep chef."
"Wow, even if it is just 4 people. That's 4 more people than Yunho has so you're a life saver at this point, hyung." Mingi laughed. Yunho pouted at his best friend's taunt.
"I'm trying my best!" Yunho exclaimed.
"Hmm, should we test them though? Like ask them to prepare a dish or something? I mean, a lot of people can claim to be chefs but how good are they?" San brought up. The others nodded in agreement while Yunho hummed.
"I would but at this point, I am desperate for a crew. I don't think there is time to 'test' them. Plus, Hongjoong said they work with professional chefs. It shouldn't be that bad, right?" Yunho said.
"Well, that's the information I pulled from Seonghwa's LinkedIn profile... Look, we're not THAT close." Hongjoong raised an eyebrow.
"So we're just waiting to see how they do on Day 1?" San's eyes widened in shock.
"Do we have a choice? We can't be unfair and suddenly ask them to whip up dishes for us tomorrow. And we barely know anything about food ourselves." Yeosang scoffed.
"I see where San is coming from but honestly, if they were such a big shot kitchen crew, they wouldn't work at a brand new restaurant for Yunho." Mingi reasoned.
"What do you mean?" Hongjoong asked.
"Yeah. What DO you mean?" Yunho crossed his arms, suddenly looking at his best friend with the most offended look ever.
"Think about it. Yunho is a first time businessman who is opening in 3 days and doesn't have anyone in the kitchen. They wouldn't risk it and there's no reputation. We shouldn't expect a professional kitchen crew who has worked with Gordon Ramsay. Plus, if they have, Yunho might not be able to afford them." Mingi explained.
"I guess Mingi is right. Look I just want people who cook well. I don't need Michelin meals. We'll go into tomorrow's meeting with an open mind and low expectations." Yunho said to the group.
"Maybe not low... Just, not that high." Hongjoong corrected.
"Right." Yunho nodded in confirmation with a smile. With that, the boys all gathered around the table and dug into the fried chicken.
"Other than the whole kitchen crew situation, I can confidently say that we're good to open. I've got to unpack the silverware, plates, bowls, all that." Yunho updated.
"We'll help with that." San said.
"The shelving is all done and designated with labels so it should be done quickly." Mingi nodded over to the rack.
"I've put the ads out on social media like you wanted and put some posters up around the nearby universities. Seems like there's quite a bit of positive responses online." Yeosang reported. Yunho felt his heart pound in his chest.
"Are you okay?" Mingi asked worriedly, seeing Yunho clutch his chest like he's having a heart attack.
"I'm fine. Just really excited for this. It might not be a smooth journey but I know we'll work out way around the obstacles." Yunho smiled, looking at all his friends.
~
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Hey Sunshine 💕
You can't imagine how sorry I am that you lost all these gems you wrote 😭 Fate as deprived us of so many amazing Levihan fics & kisses 🥺 I really hope there's a way to get them back 🤞🍀
Seeing the last prompt list you reblogged (soft fic) I couldn't resist requesting 26 Pyjamas for Levihan or Erurihan because of the headcanons we talked about the other day based on this beautiful fanart 😉
I hope writing something new will cheer you up a bit!
Sending love & hugs 💕🫂
hey Val ♥️ as you know, i did get my wips back!! your good luck wishes seem to have worked haha
thank you for sending me one of these soft prompts. inspiration took a while to come for this one, but then i stumbled upon this post:
and i knew i had your fic. hope you enjoy! ♥️
The Momentum Principle (read on ao3)
Words: 2566
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman & Nanaba & Erwin Smith & Mike Zacharias & Hange Zoë
Characters: Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Mike Zacharias, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Best Friends, Unrequited Crush, Canon Non-Binary Character, They/Them Pronouns for Hange Zoë, SNK Veterans - Freeform, and they were ROOMMATES, (oh my god they were roommates), no beta we die like that vine ref SIKE IT'LL NEVER DIE, pretentious titling because that's how i roll
Summary: Studies show that staying awake for over twenty-four hours has similar effects on the human brain as having a bloodstream concentration of alcohol way over legal limits. Biology major Hange Zoë is aware of that fact. Sadly, they’re also aware that there are finals to pass, and not enough hours in a day to study for them.
Hange frowned at the page before their eyes and clicked the table lamp off and back on, ignoring the annoyed stares the repeated and ineffective gesture got them from the students around –served them all right anyway, they mused, when they’d all been regularly stealing Hange glances they didn’t even bother to try and make discreet all morning. But something other than being ogled at like a circus freak was making it hard to decipher the words in front of them, though they couldn’t put their finger on what exactly. The world around them had been seeming especially bleak lately and even more so today, which wasn’t unusual during the intense studying marathons they famously put themself through with finals drawing near, but they couldn’t recall a time where it had actually impacted their already damaged eyesight; and the persistent, pulsing ache tracing along their temples sure wasn’t helping.
The most rational part of their brain offered stress and weariness as culprits, and Hange had to admit they couldn’t easily dismiss either of those. The cramming schedule they’d been imposing on themself may have gotten a little out of hand in the last couple of weeks, so much so Hange couldn’t even remember the last time they’d set foot in the living room to share homemade dinners or play board games with their four roommates like they usually would during cold winter evenings. They hadn’t even partook in early morning idle chitchat or occasional evening drinks on their way home from the campus library, not when they’d been consistently arriving right on opening time –they’d been pulling all nighters more often than not, anyway, and felt too restless to stay home and wait for the others to get ready– and had become the last student to leave it at night.
Hange closed their eyes for a minute as they let their head fall forward, rolling their neck and shoulders and relishing in the satisfying crack their muscles and tendons sighed out at the stretch. If only their brain could gain knowledge through osmosis via that simple contact between their forehead and over-highlighted textbook; if information were to be solutes, then, considering how little they’d efficiently memorized lately, it would flow right inside their lowly concentrated head without a doubt. They smiled at that absurd reflection, giddy with the realization that hey, they’d apparently managed to remember some things from those hellish Introduction to Fluid Mechanics lectures.
That unexpected sense of comfort was short lived, however, when they were hit with a wave of the increasingly familiar nausea their self inflicted sleep deprivation never failed to bring. Hange opened their eyes to fight the dizziness and took deep breathes in and out, silently counting up the right inhale to exhale ratio –simultaneously urging their body to hold up for a little while longer.
Two weeks, they pleaded. Just two more weeks and I can take a break.
Seven long sleepless days and nights of tensed cramming, followed by a week of nerve-wracking and hopefully mostly accurate square ticking in reply to more often than not purposefully confusingly phrased questions, and then they’d be free to hang out with their friends and be a, well, not exactly normal, but close to normal young adult again.
But the thought saddened more than it motivated them, and they had to consciously stop themself from looking around to see if they could spot any of the three blondes they’d come to think of as family. Erwin, Nanaba and Mike all had similar exams to take soon and the spacious library had filled in by whatever time it was now, so they would no doubt be within these four walls. Sundays usually involved morning revising, followed by strictlynon-academic plans everyone would have previously agreed onfor their common weekly afternoon off.
Hange winced at the pang of loneliness they felt when they realized they actually had no idea what their closest friends would be up to later. It only got worse when they remembered that Levi, who they’d been trying not to focus any thoughts on as those were proving more and more distracting these past few months, hadn’t tried to coax them into coming along this weekend like he’d done since they’d started studying more intensely. Hange had noticed Erwin’s surprised glances and Mike and Nanaba’s barely disguised teasing laughs when he’d started doing it, and they couldn’t really blame any of them –after all, that initiative from Levi had been a drastic switch from their previously established social roles.
Lost in memories of Levi’s techniques to get them to go out, which had mostly consisted of an association of almost threats and intense glaring until they would caved –which they hadn’t, amazingly– it took them a minute to notice the hand upon their right shoulder.
“Get up,” a familiar voice whispered up close, startling them.
Shit. Think of the devil.
Levi had also been pestering them about taking an actual break, on top of the Sunday festivities they’d been avoiding, but up until now their shared roommates had acted as enough of a buffer that Hange had been able to pretend they hadn’t noticed his nagging messages in the groupchat or pointed stares near the laundry machine.
“I’m fine right here,” they said cheerfully, pretending to focus on their textbook again and turning the page they’d been staring for a while without managing to actually read a word of it.
They weren’t sure they could get up, really, not without betraying their exhausted state to their closest friend and having to admit just how shitty they’d been at taking care of themself lately.
They swallowed back a shocked yelp as hands seized them up and pulled them to their feet anyway, and they caught themself on the table at the last moment to prevent the inevitable fall that would await them if they really were to put all their weight on their knees right now.
“What are you doing?” they asked through gritted teeth, unable to glare back at him as the head rush made dark spots dance in front of their eyes. “Let me go, I need to study.”
Levi wordlessly –and annoyingly easily– tore them away from their spot, half carrying them until they were both standing in front of one of the nearby arch windows. Hange muffled their protesting squeals out of some remnant of respect for the nosy judgmental students around, even though they knew Levi’s powerful glaring would probably prevent any of them from protesting at the noise of their struggling in the otherwise religiously quiet space.
And then they looked up and caught sight of their reflection.
And shamefully realized they could have given their curious peers the benefit of the doubt and hypothesized there might have been a valid reason behind all the curious looks they’d been getting all morning.
Hange was wearing their long sleeved purple octopus pajama top, the buttons ridiculously mismatched, with unmatched green cat-patterned pajamas bottoms –that they realized with a quiet gasp were probably Levi’s and not theirs, now that they were noticing the pants ended well above their ankles. There wasn’t one but two hair ties failing to hold their greasy matted hair up and away from their face, and their goggle-shaped sunglasses were hanging crooked on their nose with the rubber band twisted on both their temples –which finally explained part of their lingering headache, and why it was so challenging to read.
“What you need is to go home, Four Eyes.”
Tears sprung to their eyes before they could stop them, and for a minute they only stared at their shiny mirror image in quiet puzzlement. These weren’t tears of shame even if, as used as they were to being unconventional and to other people’s reaction to their self expression, this accidental pajama-in-public incident was definitely an all time new low for them. Exhaustion could have played a role, and the dark circles under their eyes as well as their paler than ever complexion easily spelled it out for them.
But mostly, Hange felt guilty. Levi had tried to mask it, but his voice had wavered over his own nickname for them, like he felt pained at seeing them in this state, and he couldn’t quite meet their eyes when that was his main tool to get anyone to comply to his requests.
“I don’t think I can,” they replied honestly.
His now openly worried gaze finally met theirs in the glass in front of them and he frowned, opening his mouth to object.
But Hange shook their head slowly in defeat.
They weren’t arguing with him, they were simply stating a truth.
They knew they must have taken the bus to get here, but they honestly couldn’t remember any part of the journey –hell, they couldn’t even remember putting shoes on, although they were glad they’d thought of that at least. They didn’t think they had a key to the apartment on them, as they usually resided in the deep pocket of the wool coat they’d forgotten to put on even before going out in this freezing winter weather. And practical issues asides, they didn’t actually trust themself to actually make it home in one piece right now, not even in the middle of a bright busy morning in the city and to their place that really wasn’t that far off campus.
Levi narrowed his eyes at them before nodding once, sharp.
“Wait outside. I’ll meet you in five.”
But Hange stood there, equally confused and chagrined at his statement. Was he going to go home with them? No, that wouldn’t do.
Levi had his own finals to study for, Hange couldn’t impose on him like that because they’d been stupid enough to push themself past their limit. They would simply have to endure a couple more hours of trying not to pass out at their seat until noon came around and all of their roommates went home anyway, to tag along without disrupting anyone’s schedule in the process.
Levi’s hands squeezed at their shoulders firmly, and his stare hardened in the window as if he could hear them reaching that conclusion.
Then he let go but didn’t move too far, seemingly unsure if Hange could actually stand by themself.
They rolled their eyes fondly, and –precociously– turned around, sporting what they hoped looked like a gentle smile and not a maniac grin –Levi’s expression remained stubbornly set, so they couldn’t tell either way– before moving carefully towards the door. They tried their hardest not to stumble on the way, and coughed to mask their giggling when they failed and almost tripped on their own feet.
Levi met them at the back exit of the building with their backpack and his own stuff shortly, and Hange didn’t bother trying to hide that they’d nearly fallen asleep on the stairs in the few minutes they’d been apart.
He frowned as they yawned without putting their hands to their mouth, but uncharacteristically didn’t comment on it as he grabbed their elbow to direct them towards an unknown car a few feet away.
They dug their heels in the sidewalk when they realized he’d ordered a paying ride for them.
“Wait, Levi, there’s no need for that. The bus–
“Won’t be here for another twenty minutes,” he interrupted. “You’re not passing out in the streets again, not under my watch.”
They recognized his clipped tone as the one that didn’t suffer any kind of discussion, even as he mentioned that party a month ago. Hange sighed inwardly, but followed his steps –they were way too tired to fight him anymore.
“What, like you’d get worried?” they still teased –they were exhausted, not dead. No way in hell would they miss an occasion to needle their favorite neat freak.
Levi snorted, and had Hange been less asleep on their feet, they’d have felt proud that they’d managed to get that sound out of him.
“I’d worry about my back, for one. I don’t want to know what carrying your unconscious ass home twice would do to it.”
“Hey, not fair!” They whined in protest, missing their target completely when they tried to playfully slap his arm. “I was at least ten pounds heavier then! And besides, Mike did most of the carrying, didn’t he?”
Hange couldn’t remember much from that night, but the rumor –in the form of Erwin and Nanaba’s recollection of the evening as they’d told it to them the following day, anyway– had Levi so worried about them passing out drunk he’d been too restlessly anxious to carry them himself, and had instead covered them in all of their friends’ coats, shoving their unconscious body in Mike’s strong arms, and then proceeding to walk beside him to closely monitor their breathing and that they wouldn’t choke on their own tongue or surprise vomit.
Hange only recalled waking up propped against multiple pillows with a pounding head and a grumpy –well, grumpier than usual– and sleep-deprived Levi who had shoved a glass of water in their shaky hand and scolded them about their alcohol consumption for the next half hour or so. It had then taken them drinking and keeping down a whole liter of diverse hydrating fluids before he’d finally left them alone to go and nurse his own hangover, and it was only after he’d left that Hange had noticed the newfound tidiness of their room and how the purple fatboy that would normally lay forgotten in a corner of the room –and under a pile of questioningly clean clothes and textbooks– had been pushed right next to their bed with a possibly Levi-shaped indentation in it.
Levi didn’t answer their rhetorical question, instead stopping in his tracks and giving them a clinical once over.
“What?” they prompted, barely resisting the urge to cross their arms to hide themself from his examination.
“Nothing,” he replied quickly, averting his eyes and opening the car door for them.
He muttered something under his breath still, and Hange’s ears caught a few words that sounded suspiciously like end up disappearing if you keep this up.
He greeted the driver and confirmed his identity as Hange plopped down with a relieved groan, and didn’t miss the concerned look Levi shot them as he sat next to them. His hand slid down from where it was still gripping their elbow to rest gently on their forearm as the car started, and they could swear he gave it a small, awkward but infinitely soft couple of comforting pats.
Hange boldly took advantage of this atypically lengthy physical contact, and moved so they could slide their hands together almost nonchalantly –almost, because they nearly faltered when Levi’s neck snapped to stare at their fingers in awe.
Hange smiled as naturally as they could to try and ease the shock from his features.
“I’ll pay you back for the ride,” they promised, squeezing his hand once.
They let him go after that. It wouldn’t do for their most introverted friend who was making sure they were getting safely home to get a brain aneurysm from their unexpected and possibly unwanted touches, after all.
“Tch. You better,” he grunted, moving his hand back to his lap immediately.
They couldn’t help but smile again when they took note that his tone wasn’t nearly as biting as they knew it could be.
#levihan fanfiction#levihan#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan#aot fanfiction#snk fanfiction#aot#hange zoë#snk#levi ackerman#snk veterans#my stuff#asks#mutuals#mutuals asks#youre ackermine#don't steal the stupid divider i made it mmkay pls and thx#this will probs have a 2nd chapter bc i'm.. in love with them.#a title that's NOT lyrics!!!! omg who even am i??
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long life update - TWs in tags
It feels like it's been ages. I'm so exhausted and in a lot of physical pain. Going on two months of it being the worst it's been right after a couple of months of the best it's been. Chronic pain + grief + trying to get help from doctors who should have their licenses revoked + dealing with a shit relationship with my mom + a good, decades-long friendship ending + the ongoing disability process with the SSA + LAW FIRMS.
I'm so fucking tired. I don't remember if I updated that the appeals council decided not to review my case because the 'judge followed the law' except that he didn't. So, as it turns out, my original attorney (and he did not tell me this) before he left, wrote that if they denied me, it should go to federal district court.
I'm now working with a NY law firm to take my case to federal court because my current law firm believes it has merit, and I guess they do, too. That's how fucked the decision was, and I'm glad my initial reaction of bewilderment and anger was spot on lol
The good news is, it should only take another year! ._.
My neurologist is the worst doctor I have ever come across and I'm quite literally stuck with him with nowhere else to go. I wish him upon no one. I'm so tired of calling the SSA, getting documents to them, signing things for law firms, contacting law firms, getting no responses, and contacting them all over and over again. I am in incredible physical pain, like this actively makes my neuro stuff worse. Everything makes it worse. I have autonomic testing in a few days, and idk if I'll get through it b/c I have to stop the meds that keep me out of the ER two days prior, and it scares me.
My relationship with my mom is fractured and I don't feel like family therapy is actually helping. I had to end a friendship with someone I love and care very much about but who was growing too comfortable mistreating me and I was giving them too many passes 😞 I've known them for the better part of two decades.
It's been over seven months since my cat Isis died. I don't know how. It feels like she was here just yesterday. Yet, all the nights I've sat and talked to her and wept are all too real. I miss her more than I can say. She was my soul cat. I keep thinking about tomorrow and how she'd be so nosy getting into EVERYthing when gifts are opened at Christmas. Having to stop her, move her, laugh because she was just so n o s y and it was hilarious. And she's not gonna be here for that ever again.
I'm having a really fucking hard time tonight. It's just hitting me how god-awful this year has been and how I have a bad week to look forward to before even getting to the new year lmao I have to stop taking so many of my medications 48hrs before 1.5-2hrs of testing to see if we can find out Yet Another Thing Wrong With Me but knowing my luck it'll be 'no findings' and the mystery of why my core body temp plummets to 93.9 in the blink of an eye won't be solved until I have suffered juuuuust enough.
It never ends. Never. I want to give up. I'm so tired of doing this. I don't want to anymore. It never. fucking. ends.
I absolutely cannot say it's all been bad, though. I've met incredible, warm, welcoming, giving, kind people this year. Y'all have helped me more than you know and I'm so so so lucky to be able to call you my friends. This year has sucked for so many of us, but I want to say I'm proud of you, and I love you all very much.
My fic is gonna be printed in a hardcover zine early next year. I participated in a Big Bang for the first time and that'll also go out early next year. I'm hosting a tiny event in my tiny fandom server that I'm super excited about. I have a raffle prize to write (bagginshield !!!! SO EXCITED to revisit the og otp) and a Valentine's gift to write for another fandom.
I posted 401,000 words this year and wrote many more unfinished wips, plus a long one (90k) that I am very invested in finishing.
I painted and drew so much this year. I improved a lot, too! I got a couple of portraits printed from inprnt to see how they looked, and it was MY art, and they were GORGEOUS. I thought I would hate seeing my art professionally printed, but no! I almost cried. They looked so lovely.
My cat Lilly had health issues almost immediately following Isis's passing, but she is doing so well right now. She's blossomed into another cat, and while she's not my constant companion, she is with me so much more than she used to be. When she walks onto my desk I am to stop everything and hold her like baby in my arms until she decides that's enough (or I really need to move) lmaaao she's such a goober. My heart cat. <3
I'm not doing well right now--my MH is bad. Especially tonight. But it felt good to write the good things.
I'm sorry for my lack of replies and kinda disappearing. I'm running on fumes. I hope next year will bring physical relief so emotional relief can happen.
For those of you facing difficulties of any kind, I am holding your hand in spirit.
#vtforpedro personal#vtforpedro medical#tw mental illness#tw medical#tw depressing stuff#tw pet loss#I always wish I have something better to write#gonna try to do everything in my power to make that happen next year
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Her Eyes - Simon's POV of "His Eyes"
⋆ relationship ⋆
Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!reader
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A mission gone bad. She lies in his arms dying. He should've done more to protect her.
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i though making this story into Simon's POV would be pretty cool so here it is! i still have no idea where i want to take the Price fic and i havent even started it yet so.. 😭
alsoo! im going to make a tik tok hopefully? i know nothing about posting stuff on tik tok so wish me luck lol! it'll be thighsoverlives just like my tumblr :)
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death, heavy angst!
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hope you enjoy! (●'◡'●)
Her Eyes
When your world comes crashing down some say that all sound ceases. Simon didn't believe that would actually happen until he turned to look at her. He didn't believe it until he saw the bullet rip through her back.
It wasn't real. It couldn't be happening. His breath hitched and his muscles tensed. A mix of emotions he couldn't even describe overtook his body. Bullets were flying through the air and somewhere in the distance, a grenade exploded. But he didn't care, all that mattered was her. He had to get to her.
Rushing to her side, he knelt over her frail figure.
“We have to get out of here.” His voice was shaky and hoarse as he gently picked her up and carried her away.
Somehow, you had managed to make it to a building that was isolated from the rest. Somehow you were able to evade the bullets and the grenades. Simon Riley, the defier of death. But yet, as he placed her body to the ground, his cold facade was slipping.
Death was something that he would experience every single day. But this was different. It was different to hold his world in his arms and watch her fade away. To hold the person who taught him that his broken and bruised heart was capable of loving again. To hold the person who cared for him with every part of their soul. To hold the person that would die for him. To watch the life drain out of their body. To see the pain and the fear in her eyes.
He choked back a sob. It’d be okay. It’d have to. He would give up everything he had built just to see her happy. Even though he found his purpose in the military, he would leave to make sure she was safe. To make sure to be okay. You’d get an evac and he’d be by her side when she woke up in the infirmary. He’d force you both to quit this military business and she could have the house she always dreamed of. The one out in the country. And he’d do anything he could have her alive and well.
Even though he wasn’t by any means the least bit religious he was praying, begging for God to let her stay. He’d promise that he would do anything just so he could have her alive and well.
He was shaking her body. She couldn’t fall asleep. He wouldn’t let her.
“Simon, I’m so tired.”
His heart was breaking into a million pieces once again. Pieces that she had put back together. She was his world. She was what he lived for. She was the reason he wanted to get better, to keep fighting.
He was shaking. He was consumed with uncontrollable rage and grief. He had worked very hard to be a master at regulating his emotions but how was he meant to do that when his world was collapsing?
He was conditioned to be a war machine. He was taught not to get attached. So why on Earth was he leaning over the crumpled body of the woman who was his world?
He was trying so hard to be strong. Trying to stay calm because he didn’t want her to die scared. He knew that anything he could do would be futile. The wound was bad, very bad. She was dying in his arms and he couldn’t do anything about it.
He wanted to look at her, to tell her that it would be okay. He wanted to tell her to imagine the house in the country. The cat, the dog, and the child that she had told him so many times she wanted. He wanted to reassure her. But it was futile. He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes. It would only prove his failure.
He should’ve protected her.
Every being in his body urged him to speak. To tell her that he loved her. So that maybe she could know that he really did. He never did the “love” stuff. It had hurt him far too much. But she had loved him so much that he thought he might’ve finally been capable of letting someone in. When he met her gaze, she was looking into his eyes. She had always told him how pretty his eyes were. How they reminded her of a warm, cloudless summer day. Or the ocean.
He should’ve done more. Why didn’t he protect her? Why couldn’t he protect her?
He couldn’t bring himself to speak. Why couldn’t he bring himself to speak?
He stared into her eyes. Eyes that were so full of love for him. Eyes that he loved gazing into. Eyes that he saw his future in.
A single tear fell from his eye.
“I..”
His words were cut off by the bullet that ripped through his chest.
No. No. No. God, no. He had to tell her that he loved her. She couldn’t die never hearing him say it.
Two more bullets followed. He crumpled to the ground in a pathetic mess.
Why didn’t he protect her?
He felt her hand reach out for his. He held it tenderly, lovingly, the way he had just hours ago.
“I love you, Simon.” She had said it so many times before. And she was okay with the fact that he never said it back. But this time it sounded so sad, so defeated. It was a whisper. He knew she was trying so hard to speak even though the blood was spilling into her lungs, drowning her.
Her eyes were fluttering closed.
She needed to know he loved her.
He fought against every wicked part of his body that tried to drag him away. With the worst parts that tried to stop him from saying it. “I love you.”
Reality was slipping. He was dying, just like her. He squeezed her hand as tight as he could. He prayed that she heard him. He prayed to God that she would die knowing he loved her. It would be the first and last time he ever got to say it to her.
Such a pity he hadn’t said it earlier.
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I'm going to try posting Huntsville Revived again. I haven't played in a long time, or posted gameplay in even longer, but I have a huge backlog of photos, so we will see how it goes.
I already accidentally posted #520 without any text. I will fix that and reblog in order. Oops. The numbers are mostly so I can keep track of the order and realize when things get posted out of order. I will be putting them at the bottom of the posts in future.
I don't have the ability to write in the same style as before. It'll be more of a summary/narration of events. But there usually will be some text and some tags.
Wish me luck!
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So I've been thinking quite a lot about a lot of things since Tae debuted since the release of slow dancing and I've decided to put my thoughts into words
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So since Tae released and debuted officially there's been a lot going on around his debut at the same time nothing at all. I'm very surprised by the company's quietness. Hybe's quietness. Geffen records quietness I haven't seen a single post from the companies with regards to the debut and the release.
It's so bad like really bad. I'm pretty sure he's rethinking his decisions maybe wishes he has taken a different route because his debut is not that much different from the rap line. It'll be by luck if he sees the bb100 top 30. I mean the schedule was fucked up. How do you release the same day as the industries plant and expect good results. Kths trydefending themselves by saying that he didn't have a Collab before his debut like the other members. That's not an excuse good enough it's not a valid excuse at all considering that fact he "the most popular idol". You should have to have excuses when it comes to delivering. I knew they wouldn't do good in streams but I thought they could do better in MV views considering the fact that when they called him the most famous idol they would bring fancam views and engagements as evidence. By the way is it only me who notices that not only army has stopped posting updates about jimin they have stopped completely engaging in his posts and brand posts.?
So with what's going on rn. Many thought that scooter probably has beef or a problem with jimin but it doesn't only seem like that but it's also crystal clear that they're indeed pushing the "Jungkook biggest pop star" agenda. It's clear now that they've invested in jk only. Which makes me raise an eyebrow with regards to the group's future
Whilst on JK. I truly don't get him now. Idk I feel like whatever ever it is that he's doing its definitely not good and it's going to backfire in the long run. First of all his behaviour during the second chapter is very mhhhh. Idk he's been serving weird vibes and I feel like this is the real him. He's done concealing and putting on a facade and his personality is pure shite. First of all he smokes that's not very surprising to me. He's always wanted to be viewed as this tough guy, nonchalant guy who got zero chill and gives zero fucks. He's drank on live showed alcohol on a live not even Jin the CEO of Jinhit does that he's always made sure not to show alcohol when he drinks on a live. He's smoking nicotine and all that shite he probably smokes a blunt too. He's got a whole sleeve of tattoos. All these things I think he's tryna appears tough and all. But he behaves like a teen going through adolescent. You're 26 grow tf up and stop lurking on the internet, tryna be a bad boy you're half way to your thirties. Behave like your age.
And a part of me thinks this may all be fabricated, with the bad boy, fuck boy image he tryna have for his debut looking at seven the lyrics and all that now seen in the streets of NY smoking clearly looking at a camera knowing his being photographed, looks staged to me. When he was in SK he clearly panicked in that live when his vape was visible, that doesn't seem nonchalant to me because of he doesn't really give a fuck he should have gave a fuck then also, because he tries hiding the vape then. He might just be seen making out with a female or in a club somewhere with strippers shaking their ass on him. Which reminds me of the wild JB during his debut years scandal after scandal. Classic.
With all that's going on rn idk if BTS is really going to come back as a group in 2025 if they come back as a group jk is going to stand out like a sore thumb because you can't try and convince me that the members are absolutely okay with this. Them getting the bare minimum and jk getting everything. There's already been a shift in the group's energy you can see who's who. That ot7 shite don't exists no more. Tell me why would scooter invest millions on a guy that'll be gone in the next 7-8 months unless he's not going to serve with the rest of the group or when BTS comes back they'll be ot7 with the maknae gone. Gone to be the biggest pop star.
If BTS comes back in 2025 it'll be very much forced. Namjoon before FACE. He looked like he was done with the group barely mentioning it he looked like he was happy being a solo because his album was doing good. The FACE was released nigga was on some "I want better numbers" blah blah. He became jealous and insecure. Then there's yoongi with his bitchy attitude towards jimin which I won't even address. Then there's Tae and Jimin whom it is very clear that they're divorced the friendship is gone they're no longer close everybody can see. Now tell me how would it look like if they bahave like besties in their comeback when we clearly know they're not that close anymore? The there's JK, I know none of the members are okay with this preferred treatment him being treated like the next MJ. So you tryna when they come back as group if they will, it'll be rainbows and sunshine's, ot7 forever? Hell no.
There's alot going on rn. Tae trying to feed his delulu shippers by name dropping jk 100 times before his debut. Jk in his emo era again can't wait for jimin's birthday I want to see something
Well well well
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I spoke too soon yesterday and my computer Blue Screened with the same error not long after that last post. 😭
Going to try a complete factory reset this time, not attempting to preserve my files (I have everything backed up, so I should've just went absolutely totally nuclear on it yesterday, I suppose 😐). The problem could be something like a corrupt Windows profile, which yesterday's reset didn't deal with. Whatever it is, it still hasn't been corrected, so I've got to try again.
All the hardware I could check passed its tests fine so if this doesn't work, I honestly don't know what else I can do to save my beloved computer. 😭
I do know one reason why it'll hurt just a little bit more to have to give up on this PC: my mom got it for me right before she died. She never even got to see it out of the box but she was so happy that she'd gotten me the most powerful vidding machine I'd ever had. I hadn't discovered Halo yet but I know she would've been really glad it was also set up well for gaming.
Yeah, I think that's what is really making me upset, feeling like I'm losing her last gift to me. I mean, obviously computers don't last forever, they get old, they wear out, top of the line specs one day are obsolete before you know it, but I thought I'd have more time than 4 years. Ah well.
Wish me ongoing luck, friends. I hope you're doing well. I miss being here with you all.
#about me#computer problems#trigger warning: death#i hate that that tag is the one i use for my mom#she was a lot more than just her death#but i feel like i need to warn for mention of death so that anybody who needs to avoid it can#ageless aislynn
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This may not be for everyone's taste, but would you do Yandere!Noah post-villa headcanons? If you know about the term Yandere.
Hi, anon! I know yandere a little, so I'll try although I don't think I've ever written headcanons like this before – wish me luck 🤍 I almost feel like this would be something for @hopeshoodie as well, as he wrote the most amazing fic that was basically extreme Yandere!Bobby. Anyways, I tried my best!
For people who don't know: A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest.
Yandere!Noah headcanons
Right after the show he'd be timid and withdrawn, wanting to return to his old life – but with MC. He's carefully introduce her to his friends and family, not wanting to overwhelm her and always making sure she's alright.
Still, he *needs* her in his life as she's everything to him, and so he'd be unwilling to let go until she's declared her love for him in return.
He'd text her a few times a day, making sure she's remembering to take care of herself, and offering to cook dinner for them if she wants to come over etc. Very caring and sweet, wanting to see her smile.
Will offer to move in with her as soon as he can, as he wants them to be nearer and it'll save them some money so why not? Of course he'd want to stay closer to his family, but she's worth it and how else can he make sure she's happy?
She's the best, so she deserves the best, which is him growing more obsessive in his need to take care of her. Will make lunch for her to bring for work, with notes in them that are sweet but also a bit too much you know?
He'd want to be part of every aspect of her life, and show great interest in all her interests no matter what they are. Would do the most to be perfect for her, and change himself to fit her needs. He'd probably even stop collecting squiddles if she asked him to 😭
Would generally be so in love and willing to do anything for her, and any hint of romantic attention from other people will make him so jealous. How will this jealousy show itself? Well, I can see him both growing very protective and scarily cold towards the offender.
Honestly, I can see yandere!Noah writing beautiful but obsessive letters to anyone he thinks has wronged his love 😭 Handwritten on paper, lovely written but also high-key threatening. I don't think he'd be violent, but with yandere who knows...
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I have a big announcement to make, and if you follow my other blog, you might suspect what it'll be about.
After much consideration, and a lot of soul searching, I have decided to fulfill a childhood dream of mine, and I am going to ...
Write a book!
And not just any sort of book: A science fiction Novel. That's right! An actual Science Fiction Novel, birthed from my own mind. I always have loved writing and reading, and ever since I was a young child I had this dream to become a writer myself. And while fanfiction has given me a taste of what that's like, I think it's time for me to take it a step further. This has been something a recent descision of mine, but I have entertained the idea several times over the last year. I was always too afraid to pursue it ...no longer. I am taking the fucking plunge!
I am still in the early stages of this project. The concept of the novel has been hanging around my imagination for a while now, but it still need a lot of work. Lots of brainstorming, lots of research. I know this gonna take several years before I am going to finish this. But ... I think and hope I'm ready for it.
But that also means - and I'm saying this with a heavy heart and a healthy portion of reluctance - that I am not going to have much time for this blog anymore, especially if I want to see this thing through.
Am I done with this blog?
NO! Not at all! Perish the thought! I'm still gonna be running this blog, and I'll keep on writing here, but the ASK BOX might be closed for longer periods from now on. Expect long periods of silence from me.
Am I done with fanfiction?
NO! I will keep on writing fanfiction, and I will keep posting links to said fanfiction on the blog. I still have so many other stories in mind, and I'll want to share them with you guys.
I am both equally excited and terrified. I have no idea what will happen. But I'll try to keep you guys informed. And for that purpose, I have made a new blog, especially for this.
@project-terra-machina I'll post any news and developments there.
I am also considering setting up a Ko-Fi account. Maybe that'll help me in the long run.
Finally, I have something to say to each and every of my followers, new and old.
thank you!
Thank you! From the bottom of my heart. By following and supporting not only this very blog, but "The Lives and Times of Razputin Vodello" and my other stories I have posted since starting this, I've rediscovered my love for writing and creating stories.
It is because of you guys that I am willing to take this chance, and I hope for your continued support, both in my present and future endeavors.
Wish me luck.
Your friend,
Simon, The Author.
#book announcement#the author speaks#I am so grateful to you all!#I am actually getting teary eyed#indie writer#indie author#writing community#this is still so scary#razputin vodello au#psychonauts#the owl house
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Same anon, and you and I have the same idea on Miguel super being into licking his prey.....i'm trying to write a story currently where the reader is a spiderperson who turns into Jumping Spider (the suit makes them small, fast and jump really high for their height). This will be my first vore story, so wish me luck! I may send it to you once its complete.😘
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'd love to see it!! 🤲🏻
I'll definitely take my time to read it!! I'm sure it'll turn out great!! If you post it, I'll also reshare it!!
Good luck on it, Anon!!
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Okay, after spending what feels like 5 hours to try to send a longer message on tumblr – as the comments would only let me send a short paragraph and I didn't want to spam (to my shame I have to admit I’m not here very often and don't know how to tumblr) – I might finally be able to send this (or accidentally make a post or start a new cult instead, who knows, I'm talented like that). 🙈
First of, hello 😊
You have no idea how relieved I am to have found this information on The Fuckening. I just wanted to reread it (again 😅 because it's one of my go-tos for comfort reading) and was shocked to see it gone. I had feared that it would be lost forever, but knowing now that it will be back – no matter in which form – I’m glad. And you can bet that I will buy the hell out of your books when they arrive ❤
Do you have a rough estimate when I will be able to give you all my money in exchange for the best entertainment of my life? I will wait forever if I have to, of course, I’m just curious (and as you can guess eager to see how the story continues) 😅
And I don’t know if you want to give away any kind of information, but will Taliesin still be in it? I have kind of (read: completely) fallen in love with his character. And if I wouldn’t already ship him with Agent Jay like I (maybe too often) mentioned in the comments on the story (because I can’t help to be like that and obsess over minor characters and tiny side characters – just like with Theo and Blaise in the original books... and someone who almost no one understands, Zacharias Smith... but I'm repeating myself), I would want him for myself. 😅
I wish you the best of luck with your project and much inspiration 🍀❤
P.S.: Sorry for the many paranthesis 😅
Hello, my dearest! I have missed hearing from you! Kudos to you for figuring out the ask system - ngl, it all remains a mystery to me and I end up spamming people because I haven't the foggiest where to begin on fandangling the website to bend to my will. So well done! You're doing better than me! (But also, I will always endorse the creation of any cult, so I feel like you should do that anyway).
The only reticence I had about pulling the Fuckening was losing contact with the regulars who weren't necessarily in contact on Tumblr, so I am relieved to see you here. And I am really pleased you're still invested in the story despite it shifting universe - it's actually a huge relief. I hope you like where it ends up!
As for a rough estimate of when it'll be available? Not a clue. Not this year. I'll aim for an optimistic soft deadline of it being available in some form or another in 2024, but this is dependent on a million different variables that I don't really have control over. I'm going to try the traditional publishing route first, so this is going to eat into a lot of time, and then, in the miracle that I'm successful at securing the various buy-ins, the timeline will be dependent on a whole host of other things, so it may not even be in that year at all.
Failing all of that, I'll just self-publish, which shortens the timeline substantially. But even still, got to at least give the trad publishing route a go first before writing it off.
And this doesn't include the inevitable periods of writer's block and lack of will.
Either way, I'll keep you all updated with news, etc.
Alternatively, I've launched a (rough) author website and a Twitter where I'll be posting short stories and probably looking at newsletters, etc: Regan Atlas Website, Twitter
(I hate the whole marketing side of this business. My roommate is trying to convince me to start a Tiktok... I don't know if I can bring myself to that yet). For now, Tumblr will be my main source of coms because I am comfortable with hiding in this hellsite.
(( Also, spot the author name))
As for details, I love that you appreciate Tal and Agent Jay. I loved them very much too, so, of course, they will be appearing in the adaptation. The relationship between Tal and Hermione was something so tender that I think this new world is going to need to offset from the rest of the fuckery. And Jay and Kilmore are essential for the whole worldbuilding shenanigans so they'll def stay for the ride.
Thank you so much for your kindness, and I hope you know how much I have and continue to appreciate you. Stay in touch!! <3
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FFxivWrite2023 Prompt 13: Check
character: Rrahna
time period: post-6.4/Pandaemonium
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"I do no like it."
"I know, but just imagine what we might learn!"
"Would be best if ye learned how to destroy it. I will no take it from ye, Claudien. I can no dispute yer claim and I do no have any better plan, but it be dangerous." Claudien opened his mouth to answer back, but Rrahna continued over him. "I know, I know. Ye should know that better than anyone, but I worry about ye. If ye must study the thing, I expect ye to be careful and take all precautions. Do no think I be above settin' Fourchenault and the Forum to breathe down yer neck if I think ye be cuttin' corners!"
Claudien's mouth hung open for a moment in a shocked and hurt expression. "You wouldn't!"
"Do no try me. I be serious about this. Here." Rrahna thumped down a thick stack of papers and a small box on a nearby table. "This be for ye, I expect ye to use it, though I do no trust it to be strong enough."
"What is it?"
"A device to block the effects of auracite," Rrahna pointed at the box. "It be only partially effective against even the Sundered stuff, but it be better than nothin'. Also a copy of everythin' the mammets in the library could dig up of Mikoto's research on it…. I wish ye luck with that, she be hard enough to understand in person. Since ye be insistin' on doin' this, I'd recommend workin' with her if ye can."
"Meanwhile, I were talkin' to Cid about tryin' to make a stronger version of the device. He be the one who built it. Mikoto designed it, but I do no know her as well. I'll put ye in touch with him in case ye know anythin' that might help. If need be, I can go back to the past to get more aether-rich materials for it, though it'll only work if they be in Elpis somewhere." She paused a moment as a sudden thought occurred to her. "I'd best ask the Loporrits too… Had the mammets make an extra copy of Mikoto's research in case Cid needed it, but it might be put to better use on the moon."
Claudien was honestly rather touched by how much thought and effort Rrahna had put into this.
"Thank you, but surely you need not go to such lengths… I do know how to be careful, you know." Even as he spoke though, Rrahna was shaking her head.
"I do. That rock be dangerous. It may be more dangerous now that it be empty than it were when it were full. Naught the High Seraph shat out ever brought a soul to a good end. I do no want to see ye end up like your ma." She brought a hand up to cup his face. "Please," and her voice broke slightly on the word, "Do no make me fight ye."
#FFxiv#FFxivWrite2023#miqo'te#Rrahna#in case it's not super obvious I was going with 'check-ins' or 'a check on power'
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I just wanted to apologize for my inactivity on this blog.
I've been on Tumblr for a few years and honestly, my posting as never really been consistent or accurate in any way. I've definitely gone weeks, months, etc. without posting anything.
This is nothing new, and it'll probably happen again -- but, I just wanted to come on here and make this post because things have been really hard for me recently. The world, honestly, is a shit show and all things considering, where I live I've been very luck to not be directly impacted by any of the horrible things that we see constantly in the news.
Doesn't mean that it doesn't upset me. Or doesn't mean my heart doesn't go out to those who are.
But, I've also struggled personally, in my own life--with mental health and depression severely for many years. For a lot of it, writing--specifically here--had been my escape from it. From school, from my life, from my thoughts, etc. Somewhere along the way, it become too hard to even write.
I don't know why, and I desperately wish that it wouldn't. I love writing. I spend hours mindlessly thinking up story ideas that I want to craft into a full fledge imagine or series and most of the time, it never ever happens anymore.
I hardly have any motivation for anything other than just... working. Trying to get by. I disappear for weeks and months on here because I barely have the motivation to do anything anymore.
For the past few months, my depression has been... pretty severe to say the least. I'm constantly working, and when I'm not, I'm not doing anything. I want to write, but struggle to.
I don't know if anyone cares. I don't know if anyone even reads my imagines anymore.
But if there are, and if you care--I am trying my best. I will continue to try and post, for as long as I can, whenever I am able to.
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TANNER’S PROGRESS REPORT:
JANUARY 7TH 2023 (SAT)
This week's demon is done and posted! He looks decent, I think. I got him done just in time to Get Drowsy in the middle of the evening; it's intensely annoying that this is still happening and I'd love it if these meds evened out enough that it didn't. Soon. Hopefully.
Tomorrow I'm going to try to write a little if I can. I haven't sat down to write since before I started on these meds, so it'll be interesting to see what happens, lmao. Wish me luck, I guess!
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hmm, what do YOU think of friendships?I have been told my entire life i wouldn't find the kind of love like in the books. But what saddens me more than that is i wouldn't find find friendships like in the books.
Firstly I LOVED the ask, like it made me think and write and now here you have my rambling :)) (this is turning into such a long post!!) (okay this is officially VERY long, but hey its yr fault u gave me a topic i could ramble about all day?!!) (ly tho)
Now Friendships, personally, i hold them to a really high value, for me its most definitely my top 2 priority (top 1 is fam)
and now, i do NOT mean this in a metaphorical way, but i WOULD die for my friends, no questions asked. And this is not because, i have some friendship like that of books or something, tbh, its just how I love? Like once, I have made up my mind, that you ARE my friend? you are now cursed into an eternity of unlimited love by me so better buckle up kiddo! I just really love and value my friends a lot, honestly.
Friendships are a beautiful thing, honestly?? Like wdym you made us a playlist of songs that remind u of US?? wdym you woke up early in the morning to wish me luck for my exam?? wdym wdym wdym
I just, i really could go on and on about my friends yk, I absolutely adore them and am so f grateful for them honestly
and secondly I just want to say that friendships are really simple don't come with a bar that you have to try to uphold or reach. they are just so simple and without any rules? like Friendships in books and movies? they you make you feel like "That, that is a real friend" or "I want a friendship like THAT" yeah that's cool
but that friend who always waits for you to tie your shoelaces? yeah they're cool too. that friend who always doodles lil hearts on your desk or NBs at school? they're cool too. the friend who hugs you every time you meet (even if the last time was only a day ago)? yeah they're cool too. Book friendships are amazing, so cool, just beautiful, but at the end of the day, they're fictional and dramatized for effect, we as readers , we sometimes make that friendship as standard for OUR friendships? and it becomes something we yearn so deeply about, watching that film or reading that book, we subconsciously set some kind of standard of friendships in our minds, 'that that's the kind of friendship i want', but most of the times, we don't see what we already have. Its like, we are looking at the world with our rose colored glasses, expecting friendships to be like that in F.R.I.E.N.D.S or YJHD or 3 Idiots. but this is real life, you might not live in the same apartment complex, you might not have the time to call everyday, but that doesn't mean your friendship isn't strong.
and now we'll finish this up because its too long i fear, but i would say that make friends without thinking whether it'll be like the books, no, it'll be like 'the friendship of you & *insert their name*'
it'll be uniquely yours and you are gonna love it and forget all about having one friendship like the books, because you are here and they are there, and isn't that what we all want <3
#idek if u understood what i said#but like here#sorry not sorry for the extremely long post#i tend to talk#a lot#hehe#friendship
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!!IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!
Elyria here. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for the past seven months. (I can't believe this blog is that old already. I still think it's been a month or so.)
While I've only written like two? Three? Fics, it's still been a great time. I got to release some of my delusions somewhere, haha.
There's still so much I want to write about and improve on, but unfortunately, my journey ends here. It may have been short, but it was still memorable.
This next part is kind of like a TMI or might even be triggering for some people.
The whole reason we started this blog was, honestly, just for me. I've been struggling a bit and wanted a way to release some stress, and since we all liked fictional characters and bonded over them and stuff, we eventually came up with the idea of the Ritsusakumawife blog.
Rin handled the blog creation (Hence why this blog ended up being a side blog and not like a main one lol. She messed up on that part but it’s alright)
After the masterlist and etc were done came the writing..I wasn't sure how to do it at first, so I let someone post something first, that being Valerie, since she had more experience in writing and I just felt like seeing her in action and watching her write, would give me pointers?? An idea on how to start writing? and then I kind of built up on that. If that makes sense??
But I still couldn't build up the courage to post smth so the burger fic came to life.
It was written by "N" or 🍔 to show me that I didn't have to write anything serious/good. It can be something silly, stupid, outrageous, etc.
And I really appreciate them doing all this for me. Everyone went out of their way to try and help me. And I'm very grateful for that.
(We even had little therapy sessions where I basically just vent lmao)
Unfortunately, some things are just out of my control, so I'm choosing to leave this little blog project. Things are just too overwhelming right now, and I can't release my stress, etc., into writing like I want to. (Dw too much though, I’m not depressed depressed just a bit overwhelmed with life rn)
I've already talked about this decision with the others and about what will happen to this blog since its "main purpose" will be somewhat useless now.
Will this blog be deactivated or deleted? The answer is no.
It'll still be up and running; the only difference is that I'm gone. Maybe I will come back and leave behind online footprints, or whatever you call them, but for now, I just want to take a break from online and try to get my life together. Because while I may be perfectly healthy physically, the stress and stuff are taking a toll on my mental health, so yeah, I'm taking an indefinite break online(ofc also meaning that I won’t be in contact with any of my online friends) and will work on obtaining a much healthier mental health.
Of course, my mental health isn’t just the reason I’m leaving.
The truth is, I’m moving back to my hometown (due to personal reasons), which is in another country than the one I’m currently residing in.
At most, the only one who'll know about my well-being will be "N" (because we're siblings lol) and my family.
Note from the other mods:
Since Elyria is leaving, this blog may or may not be abandoned until her return. (If she ever decides to return, that is. If not, we'll respect her decision and wish her the best of luck with whatever challenges face her.)
Also, like said above, Elyria will be moving to her hometown, and since she wishes to remove her presence in the online world, that means we (Valerie and Rin) won't be in contact with her for an indefinite time.
It's a bit hard knowing that your friend is going through a bad time and you won't be there to check in on them, but we want to respect her wishes.
For now, all we can do is hope and pray that she'll overcome these challenges and take on life with a smile. It will be a hard journey, but we have faith that she'll get through it, especially with the support of her family.
P.S you better take good care of her N or I swear we will fly over there and give you the scolding of a life time >:(
Extra info for those that might wonder:
Since Elyria and N are siblings and Elyria is leaving the blog, will N leave too? The answer is yes and no.
He won’t be leaving the blog completely, and he will still be one of the "mods,” but he won’t post fics since he also mostly just got dragged here to be a mod lol.
And lastly, the Ayato fic
Like said before, if I(Val) were to discontinue it, I was planning on handing the project over to Elyria but seeing as that’s not possible it’ll be either discontinued or be in an indefinite hiatus. If I do decide to continue it someday, it’ll just be posted on my main blog
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