#❛ colder than this home ❜ ⸗ * / AES .

[skz-jae-lynn]

RE-UPLOAD! STRAY KIDS EXTRA MEMBER AU / JAE-LYNN

pronouns: she/her (but chill with she/they too)

birth name: jae-lynn reyes-wang

legal name: jae-lynn king

korean name: ji-ae (지애)

stage name: jae-lynn / jae

nickname: jae, lynnie, jade, jae-jae, jae-lynn hyung, the american girl doll, the queen (rap persona)

birthday: may 1st, 1999

zodiac: taurus(sun) scorpio (moon) pisces (rising), year of the rabbit

birthplace: east elmhurst, queens, NYC

nationality: american

ethnicity: korean and russian (dad's side), filipino (mom's side)

languages: (fluent) english, korean, spanish, tagalog, (learning) japanese & chinese

height: 5'2" / 157.48 cm

group position: main dancer, lead vocalist (vocalracha), songwriter, sub-rapper and visual

instruments: piano, guitar (electric and acoustic), bass guitar, orchestral bass, and learning drums

skzoo character: jade the purple raccoon 🦝

──────── ❝ skills ❞ ────────

rapping: ●●●○○

dancing: ●●●●●

singing: ●●●●○

producing: ●●●○○

song writing: ●●●○○

acting: ●●●●○

──────── ❝ traits ❞ ────────

positive: honest, hard-working (driven), “street smart”, confident when she wants to be, trustworthy, creative, supportive

negative: loner / introvert, blunt (doesn’t ‘beat around the bush’), impulsive, no filter, can be very lazy, idealistic, stubborn

personality type: INFP-T

face claim: Beatrice Kristi Ilejay Laus (beabadoobee) [I will also be using a variety of pics from an assortment of ig users]

voice claim: jini, devita, sabrina carpenter

dancing style: Bailey Sok, Jade Chynoweth, Briar Nolet, Autumn Miller

──────── ❝ family ❞ ────────

father - james wang (1979) [deceased]

mother - elessia reyes-torres (1982)

(c. ‘19) step father - richard torres (1980)

older brother - aleksandr "aleks" reyes-wang (1995)

older adopted sister - faith reyes-wang (1998)

little brother - ezra reyes-wang (2002)

baby half-sister - andrea “andie” reyes-torres (2020)

─────── ❝ fun facts ❞ ───────

Born in East Elmhurst, Queens, NY to Elessia and James King in 1999.

Since 2019, her mom has been remarried. 

As of 2021, Jae has 4 siblings: Aleks, Faith, Ezra, and Andrea.

Her dad died when she was 9 years old (as stated in Jae’s vlive, he was a cop and got killed on the job)

She began to dance at age 2 (ballet and jazz) and as she got older she took on more styles of dance - her favorites being contemporary and hip-hop.

Her and her older sister (Faith) were in the same dance classes for most of their lives. 

She attended PS 329Q East Elmhurst Community School (K-5) and Louis Armstrong Middle School (6th grade)

She moved to Korea at age 12 after getting scouted at her school’s dance competition and completing several at-home auditions.

She lived with her grandmother in Gwangjin-gu when she starting training  at JYP Entertainment. 

She completed middle school at Shingu Middle School and then transferred to Cheongdam High School to finish out her schooling. 

She struggled greatly with her Korean when she first moved into the country.

Her hobbies are: playing video games, watching horror movies, listening to/ playing music, doing makeup, and skateboarding. 

She has a Minecraft server (that she runs with her younger brother) where she plays with Stay almost every weekend

She is obsessed with drag race shows (especially Dragula)

She also watches a lot of youtube, mostly Trixie Mattel and Katya, spooky content youtubers (Loey Lane!!!), and gamers :P

She learned how to play the piano from her grandfather and she taught herself how to play the guitar and bass guitar. 

She loves snow and enjoys the colder seasons more than the warmer ones. 

When she first started training under JYP, her main focus was dance, but she naturally became a rapper.

As time went on, she transformed into a vocalist to fit into Stray Kids.

She was a trainee at JYP Entertainment for 6 years before debut with skz.

She was supposed to debut with Twice in 2015. 

Since 2018 she has been in a groupchat  called 'ghoulfriends’ that includes idols: Son Chaeyoung (Twice), Rosé Park (BlackPink), Jeon Somi (soloist), Kim Yeri (Red Velvet), Jeon Jiwoo (Kard), Momo Hiari (Twice), Shin Ryunjin (Itzy), and Alexa Schneiderman (soloist)

She was a co-host of Dive Studios’ show 'How Did I Get Here’ with Jae Park and AleXa (late 2020 - June 2021).

She is now a co-host to an all new series under Dive Studios, 'That's Like, Really Crazy', where the co-host that works alongside her changes per-week (the show mostly focuses on foreign members of kpop groups / the idol world, and covers korean/world media news in the form of each week being a new trending topic).

Her rapper persona used to be 'The Queen’, but now she only references the name in present-day work. Now she just goes by Jae-Lynn (/Lynnie) or Jae-Lynn King.

Her role models are Britney Spears, Beyoncé, Prince and Billie Joe Armstrong. 

She has two dogs, a golden retriever named Looney and a bulldog named Beaver, that live back in nyc.

She also has one black cat named Brownie.

Currently she has two guinea pigs, Blini and Dulce, and a cat named Naysu.

Her mom co-owns a salon with Jae’s aunt. 

She loves spicy food, and has a strong tolerance for it.

She hates aegyo, and refuses to do it. 

She has a lot of stuffed animals that she sleeps with, her favorite being a bear her and Bang Chan made at build-a-bear one year (named Roger).

LOVES BUILD-A-BEAR WITH A PASSION

She is a Hufflepuff (Harry Potter house)

Her favorite color is purple.

She has said that if she weren’t in Stray Kids she wouldn’t know what she’d be doing. 

She often releases covers or original songs for Stay. 

Calls her vlives, ’Jae-Lynn’s weekly date with Stay’ (usually happens every Friday), where she likes to react to new music that had come out during the week and give feedback, and sometimes she practices guitar or dances. 

Her, Han and IN shared a dorm room, which she called the 'J³ room’. 

In 2020, her and fellow idol, AleXa, moved in with each other into a new apartment, however later in the year, they decided to live separate.

As of 2021, Jae-Lynn now lives alone in an apartment (in the same building as the other skz members).

She has been on 5 survival shows:  Sixteen, Unpretty Rapstar 3, Stray Kids, Good Girl, and Kingdom.

She is very close with NCT’s Mark Lee - they have been best friends since they met in 2nd grade. 

She has her driver’s license, and drives her grandmother’s old car. 

She has 7+ tattoos (& counting) and she also has her nose pierced.

She has said that she doesn’t like to define her sexuality, but if she were to put a label on herself she’d be bisexual. 

She collects crystals and incense sticks (has burned sage in the old skz dorm before bc “the vibes are all off”)

She is deathly allergic to strawberries, and is mildly allergic to nutmeg and grass. 

Jae-Lynn has several solo mixtape/ep/album releases, and a wide discography (she has around 115 KOMCA credits).

Her motto: “Until you’re ready to look foolish, you’ll never have the possibility of being great” - Cher

Jae-Lynn’s Type: Jae has said that she thinks all people are beautiful as long as they bring beauty to the world through their actions.

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[post originally from my other page @ignooy-nim. I decided to make a full page for jae-lynn just for shits and giggles, and because I was slowly losing my mind with the amount of drafts I had accumulated on that account LMAO, hope y'all enjoy this, and remember that none of this is supposed to be super serious, and that at the end of the day I AM ot8. this is just meant to be a creative writing project for me on a group I really love, so lets just have fun and create some madness together! - mars]

© ignooy-nim / skz-jae-lynn 2023 - all posts tagged with the ’skz-jae-lynn’ tag on this tumblr account are my genuine work unless stated otherwise. I only post this au on this tumblr account from here on out, so if you see anything pertaining to my work elsewhere, please be kind and reach out to me to let me know. thanks 💞

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[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

“pssst, y/n?” whispers ji-ae who is shaking you from side to side to wake you up. “c’mon sweetheart. let’s go get your dress” she whispers in your ear and when you finally come to, you look at your alarm clock that reads 8:48AM. you yawn “we’re going dress shopping so soon?” and ji-ae nods before pulling you out of the bed. you look over to find jungkook but he’s already long gone. probably off to work, you think to yourself before going to jaemin’s crib and getting him together.

you bathe him, lotion him down, and pick out a cute matching outfit in his dresser before putting it on him. he’s sporting a cute gray nike sherpa coverall with the footies, a t-shirt underneath, and a white hat to match since it’s getting colder and colder by the day and you can’y afford for jaemin to get sick.

you take him downstairs, warm up his bottle, and put on sesame street for him to watch in his swing set. once it finishes warming, ji-ae comes downstairs already dressed and tags you out so you could get yourself ready.

of course, you wash up, brush your teeth, and style your hair in a high ponytail and sport another one of your juicy couture tracksuits with a pair of uggs. once jaemin finishes his bottle and you finish packing his bag, the two of you were off to a store to find a wedding dress perfect for you.

ji-ae is the one who takes the wheel as she claims to know a really good store with amazing wedding dresses. the store is 15 minutes away from the home and as promised, security follow the three of you and keep a close eye on you all.

“aaaahhhh! we’re hereeee!! aren’t you excited?”

“i guess” you shrug.

“having second thoughts?”

“no. just…nervous? what if there’s someone better for him? he said namjoon is the perfect guy for me and at that time he was. but what about him? what if he finds someone better than me but he finds here while we’re married and regrets ever—“

“now y/n, you know jungkook loves you a lot. he loves a little too much, honestly. i think he already found his perfect match, hell, he’s with his perfect match. one thing about jungkook is that he always follows his heart no matter what and no matter how many times his mind tried to steer him to a potential match, his heart always wanted you. he’ll never need to find his ‘perfect match.’ not when his soulmate is standing right here with a diamond ring on her finger and that tattoo, yeah i see it. i almost slapped jungkook for tatting your name and now you have his initials?! anyways…being nervous is normal but i promise, the two of you will be okay”

“thanks ms. ji-ae and maybe i’ll fix it up so you don’t hate it so much”

“yes, pleaseeeee! initials, names, anything with your partners LETTER brings bad luck. you ought to know that” ji-ae complains before getting out of the car and grabbing jaemin’s bag while you take his travel carseat and head inside the building.

the two of you look around for hours, well, you do because ji-ae is already grabbing dresses she thinks will look great on you. you try them on and like them but they just aren’t you, plus, they’re HELLA expensive. some wedding dresses are styled with actual diamonds, others are made from the richest silk and cotton and as much as you enjoy feeling like a barbie, you still haven’t liked any of the dresses you’ve tried so far.

so while ji-ae goes to try on dresses, you busy yourself with taking pictures of jaemin who is happily laughing and smiling at you. “c’mon man~ smile for daddy” you say and when you take one that you like, you send it to jungkook.

as you’re scrolling through your phone, you come across an old picture of your mother and father from their wedding day and the dress your mother wears is white with no straps.

you then take jaemin and walk around the store looking for a dress similar to your mother’s and when you do, you immediately take it and head to a room to try it on. “ms. ji-ae! ms. ji-ae! hold jaemin real quick!” you say before going in the room and changing into the beautiful dress.

“so, what do you think?” you ask ji-ae as you step out to show her the dress.

“oh my goodness. it’s perfect. jungkook will absolutely love it”

“i think so too” you agree.

speaking of jungkook, what is he doing?

here is the dress: https://www.babyonlinewholesale.com/white-sweetheart-mermaid-wedding-dress-with-tulle-shawl-g18631?source=google_ads&gad_source=1&gclid=EAIaIQobChMIiJDywYyagwMVzjetBh241AEsEAkYCSABEgLccPD_BwE

Jungkook is trying to make a decision.

What should he do? Should he just call Chaeyoung and ask her what she wants, what she really wants? And should he just kill her? But how, he could always barge into her home and end her with ease, but.. something in his gut is telling him not to make that mistake.

And he’s staring at the file on his table, his coffee is getting colder, Jungkooks hand is on his temple, rubbing his forehead, obviously, he didn’t get much sleep last night. Because he was thinking about what to do. He didn’t even hesitate when He killed his father, so.. why is he hesitating to kill chaeyoung and namjoon?

“AHHHH FUCK!” He bangs his fist on the table, Just then his phone buzzes, he reluctantly texted to see who’s texted him in it as soon as he sees your name pop up on the screen. He smiles,

If it’s possible, his big smile widens even more. Because it’s a picture of. Jaemin with his gummy smile, and there are quite a few wedding dresses at the background of the pictures so he concluded that you’re shopping with his mother right now.

And then gives him some type of relief, because the sooner you’re done with the preparations, the sooner he can marry you. And Jungkook wants so badly to see the wedding dress you’ve picked or will pick but… he has to be patient and can’t call you right now.

So jungkook quickly replies to your message with a ton of hearts, and then he’s stressed out again. He needs a drink. He’s thinking really hard, and he’s going to give them both one more chance before he decides to kill them.

First, it’s going to be Chaeyoung because he is way too angry to deal with your ex right now, and it’s not like chaeyoung doesn’t make him want to kill her with every interaction they have.

He is still got his phone in his hands, and he is not sure if calling her would be the right thing to do… but he has to.. just to get an idea of what she plans to do or wants.

Without any more thoughts, he’s dialing her number. Jungkook presses the phone to his ear and he’s waiting for her to pick up.

After a few rings, she’s finally picked up, maybe.. causing a rift or any kind of an argument between namjoon and her would be a great start.

“Hello. It’s me, I’m gonna make this really short. What is it that you want? And why did you bring namjoon into this?”

[conscharacterscentralised]

💯 and 💙 for any OC(s) u choose!!

I’ll be doing the 6 main OCs for Operation Peridot (Caleb, Jason, Maribel, Lewis, Mina and Siân) as well as my deity OCs (Eris, Carina, Aster, Pyre, Vanta, Danielewski, and Unnamed) as they’re the only ones that 💙 applies to. Also sorry this is long lol, I love discussing my OCs (thanks so much for the ask!)

Caleb Booth:

💙: As a part of Operation Peridot, all characters involved with Iridium Orbs can utilise powers associated with one word. For Caleb, that word is contain. He mostly utilises it for self-preservation purposes (contain yourself) and for keeping his powers in check (contain it), but also is useful for binding powers together. He also uses it to seal objects away from him, or to seal himself away from the outside world as a form of shield.

💯: Caleb is a huge fan of panel shows (a subset of comedy shows often involving comedians, a fairly simple premise and a lack of meaning for points) with his favourite being one I made up called Sleight of Hand about truths and lies (though real life panel shows he’d enjoy are Would I Lie To You and The Unbelievable Truth); he is ambidextrous, initially left handed but when his corruption set in he started to use his right hand more to compensate; Caleb would never use any forms of social media due to fears of being traced.

Jason Anastas:

💙: His associated word is warp. He mostly uses it in the form of portals and distortions

💯: He joined the organisation when he ran away from home thinking his parents wouldn’t accept him for being trans, turns out they did now he’s got superpowers and a supportive family (woo!); his favourite food is anything breakfast related, especially eggs; his favourite place is in urban locations at 3am.

Maribel Ignacio:

💙: Her word is fire. She mostly uses it in an arson way, but has recently started to be more creative, such as boosting luck (you’re on fire!) and charm (you’re looking fire). She has also used it to make enemy guns go off (aim and fire)

💯: She is a keen gardener and really likes roses; her favourite video game is Super Smash Bros Ultimate (she mostly plays random but secretly she hopes for Roy/Chrom or Samus/Dark Samus to show up); tried to make her middle name Danger when she transitioned but her family wanted a more namey name instead, she went with Gaia “because if I can’t be powerful, I’ll be the Earth herself!”.

Lewis Ford:

💙: His word is stun. He uses it to stun people.

💯: He is the least creative person on the team, and the only person to only have one use for their word; his default pose in pictures is finger guns; his nickname “Fore” comes from initially being the fourth person on a previous team before joining up with Maribel and Mina but said team didn’t really get to know him outside of being the fourth member, so out of spite he’s always number four even when there’s less than four members.

Sae Mina:

💙: Eir word is chill. Ey mostly use it to freeze their settings and to make things colder, though ey also occasionally use it to relax and unwind (chill out) which can act as a local anaesthetic ala laughing gas.

💯: Eir name is written in eastern order (last name, first name) which has led to many people calling em Sae as eir first name when it’s not; Mina primarily uses ey/em/eir pronouns but does like ae/aer and she/her; once Mina and Jason were bored and combined their powers for a “drug trip” (in reality it was just them chilling out and relaxing to weird warped visuals but it did help them relax).

Siân Nevitt:

💙: Its word is bounce. She mostly uses it to deflect attacks and to run away (gotta bounce). She has also used it to survive long jumps down.

💯: Doesn’t actually like basketball or any sports despite what her word may imply; actually has blue hair but due to experimentations in her youth her hair turned silvery white with a purple corrupted streak (it doesn’t mind and thinks it looks cool); has way too many board games and jigsaws at any point in time.

Eris:

💙: Power to create gods and other godlike entities, domain over every world in existence. Powerful reality bender

💯: has existed for a very, very long time now and doesn’t remember her original family or purpose, has taken to rebuilding a new family to help; thinks the best thing mortals have created is cherry flavoured cola; his child self has once been brought back to haunt over a small town by transforming the residents into monsters unwillingly, but has since been freed from the curse and now has a new son… yay?

Carina:

💙: Messenger to Eris, can see basically anything with xyr third eye, can warp to any universe they please

💯: Favourite animal is a turtle, probably related to her enjoyment of the Discworld series of novels; uses Tumblr (it runs a blog dedicated to shipping the Milky Way and the Andromeda galaxies) and is cursed with the knowledge of what a Tumblr sexyman is; first became a god/deity by wishing on a star to join it and sometimes watches over past/alternate versions of herself and her family.

Aster:

💙: Deity of fluidity, stars and wishes. Can grant wishes within certain reasons

💯: Was the one to make Carina into a deity so technically he’s her dad, but also they’re siblings thanks to Eris doing the hard work… not like it matters because they’re technically unrelated; very aroace and very bigender; on account of her arms constantly melting, doesn’t really like doing super fiddly things like Legos and origami

Vanta:

💙: God of darkness, nightmares, etc. He has recreated towns, people and situations to torment humans in and to make them break and submit to his will. Not a very pleasant guy

💯: First became a deity by disturbing natural spirits who cursed him to be only a shadow for his hubris, unfortunately he thrived on being one; once tried to scare some deer by uncanny valleying himself into one and accidentally caused a national scare of deer disease and gave a 9-year-old boy nightmares (that boy turned out to be another OC called Xander); surprisingly not into horror, but is into high fantasy shows (like Game of Thrones), has consumed a very large amount of isekai anime that way. Extra fun fact: he has tried many times to usurp Eris as the full holder of power in the spaces between but has failed. Repeatedly. Not out of lack of trying, Eris is just better than him.

Pyre:

💙: Minor domain over fire and twins. Can set itself on fire at will

💯: It is the child that set Eris free of the curse, as a thank you it is now a god instead of dying alongside the curse that brought it back to life (it’s complicated…); doesn’t quite understand what being a god entails and thus mostly just follows their alive, non godly twin sibling in the real world as they solve mysteries and do cool stuff without him; due to the fact that both of them have orange skin and are not fully solid, Aster considers Pyre to be her successor and is trying to beef with it, Pyre doesn’t understand and thinks Aster is the coolest.

Danielewski:

💙: Servant of Vanta, but also holds minor domains over music. No special powers

💯: In real life he used to be called Daniel Lato and was a part time SynthV producer under the pseudonym Danielewski (mostly used Eclipse Studio synths like SOLARIA and ASTERIAN), but was murdered and brought back by Vanta; doesn’t require the mask he wears, he thinks it makes him look cool; his favourite book is House of Leaves, favourite game The Stanley Parable, favourite non-vocal synth producer/band Tally Hall (he especially likes Miracle Musical II)

Unnamed:

💙: Servant of Vanta, holds minor domain over writing. Has minor healing hands and can perform other weak spells.

💯: In life, her name was Esme Lin and she was a ghost writer, upon resuscitating Danielewski and forfeiting her own life to rebirth them as gods she went by Unnamed to reflect how she felt in life: unnoticed and unrecognised; her body is covered in magical scarring from her ritual; she and Danielewski frequently have dance-offs in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep.

(Quick note: both Daniel Lato and Esme Lin exist outside of their god forms in another universe, hence why I will not be tagging them in here, I will expand upon the still living Daniel and Esme in another post hopefully)

[lokadottr]

random aesthetic boards: ( 1/? )

teen torvi / / modern royals verse

Poor little rich girl / Oh the world is okay / The water runs off your skin / And down into the drain / You're reading Fitzgerald / You're reading Hemingway / They're both super smart /  And drinking in the cafes

[puppyxaegon]

Lords of Chaos, Preview

Aegon ii Targaryen x Ramsay Bolton

Merry late Christmas everyone, and here's a special gift for @ginwicche , a rough preview of my Aegon x Ramsay fic, Lords of Chaos! We will go down with this little crackship. For a little background here, Aegon is being shipped up north and married off to the bastard himself. Why you may ask??? Jurys still out of that one but hey its happening somehow and its gonna be great trust me. This is basically the first scene I've written so it will probably look quite a bit different once I begin posting the full story with the overarching plot more solidly figured out. This preview is of course to give an intro to anyone who may be interested, and for me to start feeling out the story a bit more! This fic is very much a work in progress and in its earlier stages so comments, suggestions, and ideas are more than welcome! Requests are open as well.

Aegon knew he would hate the north, but was is far beyond anything he'd expected. The trip had lasted for weeks, and each day seemed to grow colder and colder. The temperatures cut right through his ill-suited clothing, his extremities ached, and by this point he had lost count of the nosebleeds. Whichever imbecile planned the trip had also woefully underprepared for the amount of alcohol that Aegon sustains himself on, and now that they neared the end of the journey, he hadn't had a drink in days. Between the complete absence of wine, the constant sway and bounce of the carriage, and the stench of horse shit, Aegon had felt sick for days; even stopping the carriage several times to vomit out from the side door. The sorrowful eyes of his mother didn't help either, glaring at him from the other seat in the small space they shared.

The deep chill of the region increasingly crept in through the cracks of the structure, and though Aegon had been told of the miserable frigidity it hadn't prepared him for the reality of it. Why does anyone choose to live in a place like this? He wondered. Where the very fucking air hurts.

As he felt the carriage lurch to a stop, his head swam and he gritted his teeth, closing his eyes as his stomach threatened to empty itself once again. The feeling was quickly replaced though as he realized this must be it, they were here and his eyes shot open. He seized the hands of his mother in both of his and absently rubbed anxious circles into the backs of them. He stared at her and hardly knew what to say, feeling desperation overlayed with a frantic fear that threatened to overtake him. He swallowed, attempting to remove some of the emotion from his voice. 

"Please, Mother-" he croaked "let us put this madness to bed? Look at me-" he shook her hands and now she too shuddered. "I've learned my lesson! I'll- I'll do whatever you want me to do just please let me go home. Let me come back home with you." Surely she couldn't mean to leave him here, alone? 

She stared at him for a moment, then shook her head, exhaling deeply. “Aegon, this is no game, its done, my love. You know I can’t-" 

“But mother-”

“I love you, my boy,” she brought their entwined hands to cup the sides of her face, warming Aegon’s fingers against her rosy cheeks. “I love you as I have told you time and time again, but this is the way now. I have tried and you have shut me out at every juncture. This is never what I wanted but you made your choices, and here now we are. This is what we have left.”

He felt indignation rise in him when he saw a tear fall from her eye, as if she wasn’t fucking doing this to him. He pulled his hands away abruptly, shoving them under his arms and clenching his jaw tightly. He’d suddenly felt the urge to squeeze her hands harder, until the joints popped and she could start to understand the pain she was inflicting on him.

"Father would have never allowed this for his child", he growled. 

"You are his child Ae-"

"Right." He cut her off, pressing himself into the corner and creating as much space between them as possible.

She went to speak again but just then the door swung open and Ser Cole stood before them. He bowed his head quickly, looking between the two of them. Aegon wrapped his arms around his trembling form, squinting against the sunlight reflecting off the thin layer snow which blanketed the ground. "Your Grace, My lord. We have arrived at the Dreadfort. The Boltons are prepared to receive you."

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They entered through the castle’s heavy gates on horseback. Most of the traveling party waited outside, set to enter after the official reception of The Prince and The Queen, along with few knights and guards. They dismounted within the walls before a small party of onlookers, guards, and what he supposed what must pass for a court in this place, standing at attention. Aegon faltered for a moment, glancing at his mother who remained near to her horse, motioning for him to proceed. His legs felt wobbly as he approached, feeling the snow crunch beneath his feet and the sinking feeling in his gut worsened still. 

The place looked…fucking evil. He could think of little more to describe it. A great square pile of black stone, featureless and absent of any windows. The banners they flew at each corner and the crest embossed on so many surfaces proudly showed a man upended, with all the skin ripped from his body. How positively charming. The people, while not as terrifying, looked simply fucking grim. Grim gray clothes, sullen gray faces, and dead gray eyes pressed in on Aegon from all sides. Most appeared shapeless in layers upon layers of cloaks, tunics, leathers and furs to block the cold. They all wore vacant or otherwise unpleasant expressions barring the three figures who stood front and center, a tall thin man and a short fat woman flanking a pale young man with a mop of dark hair. They all watched him intently, and as he got closer, Aegon could see that he had been wrong about the eyes of these people. The young man in the middle had the bluest and most striking eyes he had ever seen, and so pale it felt as if he were looking through them rather than at them. Like he was coming face to face with a ghost.

The older man stepped forward “Welcome, honored guests.” His tone was friendly, but the man had a stern voice and calculating eyes that seemed to take in every possible detail. “I am Roose Bolton and this-” he stepped aside gesturing to the young man who now wore a wide smile “is my son, Ramsay Bolton.”

It wasn't a proper display of manners, certainly, but the cold and seemed to have slowed Aegon's mind as well as his body. When he opened his mouth to speak, no works came to him, so he quickly closed it again. He blinked at the strangers before him before glancing back at his mother who returned his gaze, eyes wide and brows furrowed in bewilderment.

Ser Cole took a quick few steps forward and cleared his throat, stopping behind Aegon's back. "We now present the Lord Aegon Targaryen" he pronounced loudly, "Second of his name, and first born son of his Grace the King Viserys Targaryen." As Ser Cole now retreated, Ramsay took a large step forward.

“It is an honor to meet you, My Lord Targaryen. We have long awaited your arrival” Aegon was unexpectedly unnerved by the man's presence. There was something about his manner that set his teeth on edge. Perhaps it was in those freezing blue eyes that seethed with an intensity that was absent from every other bit of body language. But there was something in his voice too. It was clear and even, but with an odd lilt, as if he held a joke just behind his teeth. It reminded Aegon of the showmen he sometimes saw in the streets and alleys of Kings Landing at night, the magicians who waved their hands in mystifying patterns and performed impossible illusions with ordinary objects. Slimy was the only word that came to mind, though it made little sense. He removed a leather glove from his hand before lifting one of Aegon’s from his side and bowing to press a chaste kiss onto his knuckles, not breaking eye contact once. His stomach twisted, and he fought the urge to yank his hand back and run as far as his now feeble legs could take him. This was all wrong. All too much, all too surreal, and too fucking cold.

“You must be weary, My Lord. I’ve heard the journey from the south can be arduous.” Ramsay’s eyes raked over slowly. Had he blinked? “Please, follow us inside.” 

“I… I don’t-” Aegon mumbled but his lips didn’t want to form words now either, and his mind couldn’t seem to find them. Ramsay’s jaw tensed, and Aegon could see him bite the inside of his cheek and twist his lips, as if suppressing a smile. 

He looked down lamely and squeezed his eyes shut tight, attempting to regain his composure. Everything seemed far away. He brought a hand to his face and it felt frigid. Before he could notice her approach, hiss mother was at his side, gripping his arm far too tight. 

She shook him slightly, craning her neck to look into his eyes frantically. “Aegon? What’s wrong my dear are you feeling alright?”

When he raised his eyes again, Ramsay was closer, his smile wider and now showing shiny teeth. “No, he doesn’t look quite well does he?" Aegon could feel the heat radiating off of his body. How the hell was he so warm in this weather? And what was that fucking look? Excited? Amused? A fox with a fucking rat in it’s teeth? His mother squeezed his arm painfully, shaking him and it was all too much, too fucking much as he pulled back from her roughly, back from Ramsay’s too close face and too sharp teeth. He thought he might be sick. He’d planned to take a few steps back but upon trying found himself utterly unbalanced, and when he next opened his eyes there were faces looking down at him. The faces of his mother, of the Boltons, of Ser Cole and of others he didn’t recognize. They all seemed to be speaking, but he couldn’t hear a thing.

He looked past them, up at the great white sky until the figures around him began dissolving from the edges of his sight. For a moment his vision was all white, the pallid sky seeming to rush in on him, swallowing every other sensation, before dark spots appeared; growing and quickly burning through the light, taking every one of Aegon’s thoughts with it until there was nothing left.

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Do NOT speak to me about how corny it was for me to end the scene with a fainting spell okay…gotta have that cliffhanger good stopping point and convenient transition all wrapped into one ammirite. Anyways apologies if there are any silly mistakes here as I stayed up all night forcing myself to finish this because adhd brain. Hope everyone enjoyed!!

[ignooy-nim]

STRAY KIDS EXTRA MEMBER (AU) / JAE-LYNN m.list

Stage Name: Jae-Lynn / Jae

Birth Name: Jae-Lynn King

Korean Name: King Ji-Ae (왕지애)

Nicknames: Jae, JL, Lynnie, Hyung/Noona, The Queen (rap persona)

Position: Main dancer, lead vocalist (vocalracha), songwriter, sub-rapper and visual

Birthday: May 1st, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 5'2" / 157.48 cm

Weight: 115 lbs / 52.163 kg

Hometown: Queens, NYC, NY

Ethnicity: Korean, Argentinian, Russian

Nationality: American

Languages: Korean, English, Spanish (conversational), Japanese & Russian (both in progress)

SKZOO Character: Borae the purple hedgehog

Instruments: Piano, guitar (electric and acoustic), bass guitar, orchestral bass, and learning drums

──────── ❝ skills ❞ ────────

Dancing : ●●●●●

Rapping : ●●●○○

Singing : ●●●●○

Producing : ●●●○○

Song writing : ●●●●○

──────── ❝ traits ❞ ────────

POSITIVE : Honest, hard-working (driven), “street smart”, confident when she wants to be, trustworthy, creative, supportive

NEGATIVE : Loner/ introvert, blunt (doesn’t ‘beat around the bush’), impulsive, no filter, can be very lazy, idealistic, stubborn

PERSONALITY TYPE : INFP-T

VOICE CLAIM : (singing) - Lilith Czar, Emily Vu, Rei Ami, DeVita (rapping) - Qvenn Herby, BJ The Queen, Delilah Bon, Audrey Nuna

FACE CLAIM : NO:ZE (wayb), IG: @/sora_pppp , IG: @/luv_jayne, IG : @/llillily

BODY CLAIM : IG: @/tulllipe, IG : @/4x2a

DANCING STYLE : Bailey Sok, Jade Chynoweth, Briar Nolet, Autumn Miller

──────── ❝ family ❞ ────────

Father - James King (1979) [deceased]

Mother - Elessia Jung-Torres (1982)

(c. '19) Step Father - Rick Torres (1980)

Little Brother - Ezra King (2002)

Older Adopted Sister - Faith King (1998)

Baby Half-Sister - Andrea "Andie" Torres (2020)

─────── ❝ fun facts ❞ ───────

Born in East Elmhurst, Queens, NY to Elessia and James King in 1999.

Since 2019, her mom has been remarried. 

As of 2021, Jae has 3 siblings: Faith, Ezra, and Andrea.

Her dad died when she was 9 years old (as stated in Jae's vlive, he was a cop and got killed on the job)

She began to dance at age 2 (ballet and jazz) and as she got older she took on more styles of dance - her favorites being contemporary and hiphop.

Her and her older sister (Faith) were in the same dance classes for most of their lives. 

She attended East Elmhurst Community School (K-5) and Louis Armstrong Middle School (6th grade)

She moved to Korea at age 12/13 after getting scouted at her school's dance competition and completing several at-home auditions.

She lived with her grandmother in Gwangjin-gu when she starting training  at JYP Entertainment. 

She completed middle school at Shingu Middle School and then transferred to Cheongdam High School to finish out her schooling. 

She struggled greatly with her Korean when she first moved into the country.

Her hobbies are: playing video games, watching horror movies, listening to/ playing music, doing makeup, and skateboarding. 

She has a Minecraft server (that she runs with her brother) where she plays with Stay almost every weekend

She is obsessed with drag race shows (especially Dragula)

She also watches a lot of youtube, mostly Trixie Mattel and Katya, true crime youtubers (Loey Lane, Bailey Sarian, Corpse Husband), and gamers :P

She learned how to play the piano from her grandfather and she taught herself how to play the guitar and bass guitar. 

She loves snow and enjoys the colder seasons more than the warmer ones. 

When she first started training under JYP, her main focus was dance, but she naturally became a rapper.

As time went on, she transformed into a vocalist to fit into Stray Kids.

She was a trainee at JYP Entertainment for 4½  years.

She was supposed to debut with Twice in 2015. 

Since 2018 she has been in a groupchat  called 'ghoulfriends' that includes idols: Son Chaeyoung (Twice), Rosé Park (BlackPink), Jeon Somi, Kim Yeri (Red Velvet), Jeon Jiwoo (Kard), Lalisa Manoban (BlackPink), Momo Hiari (Twice), and Shin Ryunjin (Itzy). 

She was a co-host of Dive Studios' show 'How Did I Get Here' with Jae Park and AleXa (late 2020 - June 2021).

Her rapper persona used to be 'The Queen', but now she only references the name in present-day work. Now she just goes by Jae-Lynn or Jae-Lynn King.

Her role models are Britney Spears, Beyoncé, Prince and Billie Joe Armstrong. 

She has two dogs, a golden retriever named Looney and a bulldog named Beaver. 

She also has one black cat named Brownie.

Her mom co-owns a salon with Jae's aunt. 

She loves spicy food, and has a strong tolerance for it.

She hates aegyo, and refuses to do it. 

She has a lot of stuffed animals that she sleeps with, her favorite being a bear her and Bang Chan made at build-a-bear one year (named Roger).

LOVES BUILD-A-BEAR WITH A PASSION

She is a Hufflepuff (Harry Potter house)

She has said that if she weren't in Stray Kids she wouldn't know what she'd be doing. 

She often releases covers or original songs for Stay. 

Calls her vlives, 'Jae-Lynn's weekly date with Stay' (usually happens every Friday) , where she likes to react to new music that had come out during the week and give feedback, and sometimes she practices guitar or dances. 

Her, Han and IN share a dorm room, which she calls the 'J³ room'. 

She has been on 5 survival shows:  Sixteen, Unpretty Rapstar 3, Stray Kids, Good Girl, and Kingdom.

She is very close with NCT's Mark Lee - they have been best friends since they met in 2nd grade. 

She has her driver's license, and drives her grandmother's old car.

She has 7+ tattoos (& counting) and she also has her nose is pierced.

She has said that she doesn't like to define her sexuality, but if she were to put a label on herself she'd be bisexual. 

She collects crystals and incense sticks (has burned sage in the dorm before bc "the vibes are all off")

She is deathly allergic to strawberries, and is mildly allergic to nutmeg and grass. 

Her motto: "Until you're ready to look foolish, you'll never have the possibility of being great" - Cher

Jae-Lynn's Type: Jae has said that she thinks all people are beautiful

─────────────────────

[insomnia-productions]

In The World Of Dreams - a mat/rand drabble

Summary: 

“This is a dream, isn’t it?”

“It is. And it isn’t.”

Mat rolls his eyes, tugging gently on the medallion around his neck. “Of course. That clears that up.” But he smiles slightly, crookedly, in that way only he can.

Note: this can be read as a standalone fic, but it is intended as a sequel to The Dragon And His General. 

Read on AO3

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It isn’t hard to find Mat’s dream in Tel’aran’rhiod .

Maybe it’s to do with ta’veren. Most things are, it seems. He thinks maybe someone once told him, or told someone he used to be, that it’s easiest to find the dreams of people you love. That, oftentimes, their dreams find you. He doesn’t know what about that thought scares him.

Maybe Mat’s dream is easy to find because it is dark and opaque. Not hidden, in the way Aes Sedai dreams are hidden, not all locked up and murky, like his own dreams are. Just dark, like curtains drawn quickly over a window, like a door hastily shut just before some illicit activity takes place in a room. It might be surprising to anyone else, for such a brash person to have such private dreams. But he knows Mat better than most, understands the depths of his inner world better than anyone, and the quiet pride he feels at that fact only sours his mood.

He turns away from Mat’s dream. Unseen, it approaches from behind.

“Rand?”

Rand turns, stamping down surprise as he feels the dream wash over him. His fingers turn in his pocket, rolling cool metal between them.

Mat sits cross-legged on a large bed, deep pink curtains with heavy gold embroidery hanging from the tall wooden frame. His gaze flits between Rand’s face and the crown driving thin cuts into his forehead. Rand looks around, looks at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window, at Mat’s torn clothes, at the ribbons on the floor. He thinks of a hundred things to say. Where are you and I miss you and I shouldn’t stay with you and There’s something I’ve wanted to ask you for years and years.

In the end, he only says, “You’re alive.”

“More or less,” Mat shrugs. And then, slowly, “This is a dream, isn’t it?”

“It is. And it isn’t.”

Mat rolls his eyes, tugging gently on the medallion around his neck. “Of course. That clears that up.” But he smiles slightly, crookedly, in that way only he can.

Rand feels warmth flood through him, washing over his whole body, in a way he hasn’t felt in what must be months but feels like years. Altara was cold, Cairhien colder, and Min’s easy friendship alleviates the chill, but it was Mat who warmed him, made him feel like Illian, Cairhien, Rhuidean, every place was home. It feels good, and it feels familiar, and it feels somehow scary, like a Grey Man, like a threat that is unseen but not unfelt.

He struggles to shake the feeling, struggles to force out words to distract him. “Where is this?”

Suddenly Mat seems to notice his surroundings, eyes darting around the room, to the ribbons, to the door, cracked just slightly open. His clothes flicker and repair themselves; the ribbons disappear; heavy padlocks grow like thick vines over the door, forcing it shut.

“Ebou Dar,” he says shortly.

What happened here, Rand wants to ask. Mat shouldn’t have been in Ebou Dar at all, but somehow, looking at the expression on his face, why is not the question he cares about. Before he can ask, Mat starts to talk again. Perhaps he, too, is looking for words to distract himself from some uneasy feeling. Rand doesn’t interrupt him; he doesn’t have the right to. After all, he is the one who sent Mat away.

“You have a new crown.” Mat slips from the bed and comes to stand before him, one hand brushing lightly over the Crown Of Swords. Even that hurts, thin metal spines pricking his skin. Mat frowns. “I liked the old ones better.”

Rand looks at him. “Cairhien? Illian? You hated those, too.”

Mat shakes his head, stepping away. “Emond’s Field.”

The world ripples around them, tiled floor turning to dirt, sky stretched out above them, vast and cloudless, the air stirring gently and infused with the scent of mid-spring flowers.

Mat pulls a face, looking down at his brown farmer’s clothes with an odd sort of fondness. “I never imagined I would be happy to be back here, in these boring old clothes.” A thin shiver ripples through him and he turns away abruptly, rubbing absently at his wrists. Rand watches him stumble a few steps away, and then realizes with a jolt that his royal attire has vanished, too, replaced with the clothes he had worn on that summer evening so many years ago, when he and Mat had sat by the brook and talked about the future. He feels a smile touch his lips at the memory. They had talked about running away, traveling the world… and something else. His hand slips into his pocket, touching cool silver; he pulls it out again, as though burned.

A few paces ahead, Mat is running his fingers over the petals of tall flowers. They weave together as he does so, forming a ring of green, speckled with sunbursts—work completed in that effortless way only possible in dreams. And Rand remembers.

“Emond’s Field,” he echoes, and smiles. It feels unfamiliar on his face. “My first crown was in Emond’s Field.”

Mat looks over, and grins at him. For a moment, the Crown Of Swords flickers, vanishing from his head, leaving a soft ring of yellow flowers in its place. The crown returns too quickly, colder and sharper against his forehead than before. Rand curls his hand into a fist to keep himself from flinging it from his head.

Suddenly he feels the urge to run, to let the One Power rip through him so that it tears the World of Dreams apart before he can succumb completely to the urge to stay here and live this dream forever.

It’s so quiet here, in the meadow just beyond the village. He can hear the brook gurgling somewhere nearby, hidden by tall grasses. Ladybugs buzz softly, red ones flitting from one plant to another, little yellow ones perched on the stalks, blue ones climbing steadfastly past them. A faint breeze stirs the air; Rand watches it ruffle Mat’s hair. And, oh, Light, Mat, Mat is here, and safe, and grinning at him like they’re still boys playing in the meadow, with no knowledge of the outside world beyond the notion that fireworks came from there.

Already the memories of battle, of madness, are fading. Rand clings to them, forcing them to the forefront of his mind, feeling cold and sick flush away his warmth. He can’t afford to stay the night in this dream; if he must wake without it, he doesn’t think he will be able to wake at all.

Mat notices the change and comes closer.

“Rand? What’s wrong?” Rand backs away from him and Mat halts, irritation flashing across his face. “Don’t say what you’re about to say.”

“I have to go,” Rand forces out. “I- I can’t stay here. It’s not—safe.”

Mat throws up his hands. “Why not? It’s just a dream.”

“I can’t stay,” Rand says softly. “If I stay, I won’t be able to leave.”

The sigh he receives in response is infuriated and heavy. Once again, the scenery shifts, and Rand finds himself in a small, messy room with brown walls and a sturdy bed; Mat’s old bedroom in Emond’s Field. It smells like wood and earth; Rand breathes in the scent of home while Mat throws himself backwards onto the bed, pulling a face as it creaks loudly.

“It’s smaller than I remembered, but I reckon we’ll both still fit.” Sitting up, he squints at Rand. “You look like you’ve been to the Pit of Doom and back. Get some sleep, at least.”

Rand shakes his head, hand dipping into his pocket again. Moving slowly, he sits next to Mat on the bed. “I really can’t stay. But, before I go…” He takes his hand out, fist closed, and gestures for Mat to hold out his own hand. Mat watches with interest as Rand places the object onto his palm, closing his fist before Mat can see it.

“You don’t have to decide yet, but… keep this safe for me. Then, when you come back, you can give it back if you want… or you can keep it.”

Mat looks at him in confusion. “Rand—”

“It doesn’t matter—whether you want it or not. Just come back soon, so you can tell me—whatever the answer is.” Rand stands up from the bed, moving away. He feels himself pull away from the dream, sees his physical form start to flicker and fade.

Mat is on his feet in an instant, fist still clenched tightly around the object. He reaches the other hand out, expression caught between a scowl and a plea. “Rand, wait—”

“I love you,” Rand says, but the dream is distorting, and he isn’t sure if Mat hears.

The dream drifts idly away. Rand watches it go from within the Void, and returns to his wandering.

Mat wakes in the infirmary room to the sound of moans and sobs. Healers and Wise Women rush around in a flurry; no one here pays any notion to yet another man with tears in his eyes. He wipes them roughly away, colored dots dancing over his eyelids. Eyes shut, he runs his fingers over the cold metal.

“Where’d you get that?” the man in the next bed asks. Mat ignores him.

He slips the ring onto his finger, and when he opens his eyes, they are dry.

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[snowstories]

To Warm A Frozen Heart

Summary: In a universe where love manifests itself in flames, a child is born with ice.

Wordcount: 1557

Warnings: lots of amatonormativity/aro antagonism, general dark/disturbing themes. 

Notes: Last minute entry for @aggressivelyarospec‘s Aggressively Arospectacular. 

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Once upon a time, there was a kingdom of flames, and in this land, its people burnt. They burnt bright with love for one another, and it showed with fire in their hair, in their eyes, in their smiles. There was a hearth in every room of every house of every loving couple, and if the hearth was not alight with the parents’ adoration, a spirit that slept in them. The spirits presided over the new love, and when a child was born, the parents prayed to the spirits of the hearth that their baby would burn just as bright as they themselves did.

In this land, there stood a mansion, old and grand and rich, with a peaceful family and a hearth in every room. In this mansion, a mother prayed that her child would grow up basked in warmth, and that one day, they would feel the warmth of flames for themselves.

To this mother, a child of ice was born.

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Like every other child, Caleo basked in warmth, playing with the fire spirits in the hearth. Ae fed it, and in turn, it danced and sung for aer. At dinner, ae looked at aer parents, surrounded by flowing red, and aer sister, still too young to gain those flames herself, but comfortable in her parents’ light and confident that she would one day share it. The days moved lazily in a haze of love, and across those cozy days, Caleo grew up, happy and secure in aer family’s fire.

Then, before ae knew it, aer sister grew up, and came home with flames dancing in her hair.

Their mother squealed, hugging her tight against her chest, her flames sparking in tandem with her daughter’s newly awakened ones, and their father joined the embrace, asking with a grin: “And who’s the lucky one?”

“A boy at school,” aer sister replied, a blush dusting her cheeks. “I think he knows. Hard not too, when I set myself alight as soon as I saw him.”

“I’m so proud of you,” their mother said, and Caleo excused aerself upstairs.

In the safety of aer room, Caleo asked the hearth: “When will I ignite?”

The hearth crackled to life, ash shifting, wood burning, and answered: “I cannot say.”

Caleo bit aer lip. “Can you take a guess?”

The flames rose up, turning from a calm orange to a thoughtful blue, and then waned. “Never.”

Caleo stilled. “Never?”

“Your heart is frozen,” the spirit said, a spark dancing outside of the confines of its heart. “In flames, it would disappear.”

“You are lying,” Caleo snapped. “I will burn like everyone else.”

Ae opened the door to escape, and pretended ae felt warm.

///

For the next years, the hearth was avoided, the spirit ignored. Caleo continued to trust in aer heart, in its ability to kindle and carry a flame, and moved with aer peers through life. But even as more and more people around aer sprung alight, ae remained dark, a pristine, unburnt candle.

“Don’t worry,” aer mother reassured aer with a smile. “You will find your light.”

But every day, ae felt colder. Some days, ae would wake up, and aer breath would be visible in front of aer face; those days, ae could crawl close to aer parents, aer sister, even the hearths in the house, but nothing could warm aer, aer fingers stiff like ice. Ae saw aer sister’s worried glances, aer father’s narrowed eyes, aer mother’s wringing hands, and yet, ae did not know how to ease their minds if ae could not even ease aer own.

Then, one day, a girl stopped aer in the park. “I love you,” she said, her eyes sparking. “I would like to be with you.”

And aer chest stung, so painful that ae doubled over, pressing aer fingers against aer chest as if trying to keep a stab wound closed, and from underneath aer fingers, frost bloomed. Ice froze over aer fingers, snowflakes dusted aer hair, and flowers of frost crept over aer cheeks, aer arms, every bare inch of skin and deep into aer bones. Caleo barely managed to look up, and the girl stared at aer, horrified, burning hands across her mouth, and all ae could do was run. Run back to aer house, slamming the door to aer room closed, and cry, aer tears freezing before they rolled off aer cheeks.

Vision was blurry from behind frozen eyes, but ae could still hear the hearth hiss and crackle, faintly see the impression of bright red flames.

“Why is this happening to me?” Ae sobbed.

“Your heart is frozen,” the spirit answered. “You cannot love.”

“Can you melt it?” ae asked, curling up their body in search for warmth, finding that their clothes had frozen too. “Can you make me warm?”

“I cannot melt your heart any more than you could douse my flames,” the spirit said, its light soft as a candle. “You will have to accept it.”

“How will my family?” ae whispered, and the fire had no answer.

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By the time aer parents found aer, aer room had frozen over, frost dusting all except the hearth still burning bright. Caleo looked up at them, frost clinging to aer eyelashes, and said: “I’m sorry.”

There was nothing for it. Aer parents dragged aer to all doctors, all witches, all wizards, all healers, and none knew a solution, none gave them a cure. Aer sister avoided aer, moving out with her husband as soon as she could, and when it became clear that nothing could be done, aer parents disappeared as well. Slowly, almost reluctantly, they stopped trying to drag aer out of aer room, stopped sending aer meals up, stopped giving ear blankets or kindle for aer hearth.

The hearth still burnt, of course, but it was soft and flickering, the spirit always hungry. Yet even so, it became aer only companion as the trees outside turned yellow, the plants died, and eventually bloomed again. The summer was warm, but ae could not feel the heat, ear window frozen shut and aer room covered with ice. The last time ae had gone outside, ae had frozen the daffodils in the garden, and the ice still had not melted, even though the sun shone high and bright and aer parents spent their days outside now, their flames hot and bright as ever. Ae had not spoken to them since winter. They had not approached aer, and ae had not dared to bother them more than ae already did.

“Is there truly nothing that could set me aflame?” ae whispered, aer breath condensing on the window, before turning to ice

“There is something,” the hearth answered, and ae turned around in shock. The flames were low, a faint yellow dancing close to the ground, licking at the stones in an attempt to ease its hunger.

“What?” ae demanded. “What can I do?”

“Cut out your heart, replace it with a smoldering piece of coal,” the spirit crackled. “And you will burn forever.”

Caleo’s heart clenched in aer chest, frost spreading from aer as ae ran out of the room, encasing the hallways and the kitchen, blooming over the knife’s blade. Ae did not care, barely noticed. Soon, it would melt.

In the safety of aer room, ae cut out aer heart. Blood flowed onto the floor in thick, muddy streams, rocks of ice floating them. Ae dug into aer chest, pushing past freezing cuts of flesh and tissue, and finally, finally, encased aer hand around aer frozen heart. In one swift motion, ae pulled it out, and held it up in front of aer face. For a moment, sunlight glinted off it, little rainbows dancing over its surface, and then ae discarded it, reaching out into the hearth for the final piece of kindling left in it.

Aer hands withstand the heat, the tender flesh bleeding and scorching as ae plunged the fire into aer chest.

And ae burnt.

Ae burnt and ae burnt and ae burnt, a bonfire bursting from them, melting aer frost and turning aer room to ashes, aer house to ashes, the garden and the frozen dandelions to ashes. Ae heard aer parents scream, smelt their burning hair and tasted their cooked flesh, but the flames barreled onward, searching more and more to eat. It ate the animals, the plants, the trees, the houses, anything in its path. The people’s fire mingled with its own, and soon, it was the only one left, large and brilliant, licking and eating its own ash for lack of food.

It was not satisfied.

It heard a whisper, a hiss, a crackle, and it said: “The humans have more food in their hearths.”

It considered this, tasting the scorched ground and finding nothing filling, then considered the wood and coal in the humans’ homes, and it shrunk, floating high above the land, higher and higher until it finally spotted a chimney.

It lowered itself into the house, settled down into the hearth. It watched the humans in the home. Wondered where the wood was. Wondered if it should eat them instead.

“Oh, dear, the fire’s burning low. Could you feed it?”

A log was thrown onto it, and it ate greedily. It burned bright, reds and yellows dancing in the hearth, and it decided it would stay.

[patexie]

Some “Atem after coming back” headcanons

Sooo some time ago @amatsubuart made a post with a lot of very good Atem headcanons and I got inspired to write some of my own !

There are also some Kaiba headcanons tying into them,,

* Atem has a very hard time getting used to the 21st century. It wasn’t that hard for him before because he didn’t have to understand anything, he had the comfort of going back into the puzzle and he had nothing to compare it to bc he didn’t have his memories. But now, he has his memories of AE and even lived in it for a few years through the Afterlife. So the differences are huge and can be overwhelming and disheartening

* More on that last point; he has quite a lot trouble getting used to the noise. All the people, all the cars, traffic, TVs, radios, phones, machinery, etc. It can just be too much. And he still has some problems with identifying certain sounds that would be evident for everyone around him (like a car’s alarm going off and he’s freaking out bc he thinks some great danger is coming or something)

* He doesn’t quite understand everything of the 21st century, so he has a certain child-like and genuine curiousity towards everything that’s new to him

* He’s pretty religious. He grew up worshipping the Egyptian gods and back in his time religion was handled a whole lot differently. So he prays a lot, makes offerings and even has a shrine. Well, especially now that he remembers the gods, he still feels somewhat guilty for losing his memories about them and therefore neglecting them

* He and Kaiba sometimes get into fights over his religion. Kaiba doesn’t quite believe in anything and finds Atem believing in “fairy tales” to be ridiculous and unbelievable. Sometimes he ends up offending Atem and his luck goes very down until Atem forgives him. Kaiba never said a thing about this to Atem because he knows Atem would have that smug look on his face and claim it’s the Gods’ punishment for insulting them. He tries to racionalize these times as just coincidences and to find some reason behind them, but sometimes he’s at loss for explanation (for example once his perfect systems shut down and he couldn’t get any work done or fix them, but as soon as he and Atem made up his systems started working perfectly again)

* Even tho he enjoys being with the Yugi friend gang, he also enjoys being alone and being with Kaiba (even if they aren’t doing anything together and do their own stuff next to each other)

* Neither him nor Kaiba ever talk about what happened during those times Kaiba went to visit him in the Afterlife and just how he managed to get Atem to return with him. But they had formed a much more stable bond than before and its apparent in both of their behaviors (Kaiba’s calmer and more balanced and Atem’s a lot more patient and forgiving towards Kaiba. Plus the both of them are less violent when it comes to competition)

* From time to time Kaiba goes as far as to give Atem difficult maths and logical puzzle books to keep his mind busy. They still play Duel Monsters, but not as much as they used to. Now they play a lot of different games and make a competition out of almost everything to challenge each other

* Both Kaiba and Yugi (+ his friend group) are protective of Atem. They lost him once and that’s something non of them would let happen again. Tho this isn’t all that obvious and they show this protectiveness in different ways (Yugi’s very caring to the point of being motherly and overcautious, Kaiba’s overly possessive and Anzu, Joey and Tristan would beat up anyone who even tried to lay a hand on Atem). Atem doesn’t understand why everyone seems to think he needs that much protection as he can look out for himself just fine, but he’s grateful nonetheless

* He lives with Yugi and Solomon and tries to take out his part in the chores around the house as much as possible. But he also has his own room at the Kaiba’s where he stays at from time to time

* He looks at Yugi like a twin brother and Solomon like a grandpa/father. He doesn’t care they aren’t his biological family, he still treats and loves them as such

* He still has his shadow powers and even tho he has more control over them, he barely uses them. Tho they can go out of control when he has a panic attack or something of that caliber

* Beside the mind crushing thing, he also has other powers, such as at times seeing ghosts, pyrokinesis, telekinesis and just having a huge energy power thing in general ((tho this is very much just a personal headcanon and ties into my au in which Atem is divine and the Egyptian Gods were present during his childhood, but more on that maybe later))

* He’s very lucky on the basis and his instincts are pretty much always spot-on, so things usually conveniently go his way

* Whenever he’s very bored, he reads books about AE and Egyptian mythology. This usually ends up with him either laughing or getting angry at how much they got wrong. But sometimes certain books and authors impress and surprise him if they turn out to be accurate

* He actually picked up the habit of talking with Ishizu from time to time. She gives him comfort bc she reminds him a lot of his era and she can talk with him about AE. He also tends to help out with translating/reading hieroglyphics and clearing up stuff about AE (like traditions, life in general, religion, etc)

* As Kaiba and Ishizu became sort of business partners, Kaiba sometimes flies out to Egypt to have business meetings with her. And he started taking Atem with him as well (just Atem, anyone else in addition would be too much). And Atem’s very grateful, he feels more at home there even if it makes him very sad bc he misses his former friends, family and people

* His fashion style is either very elegant or baggy everything and there’s no inbetween. Also lots of gold jewelry

* As his biggest fear is becoming useless, Yugi and their friend group try to keep him busy as much as they can. Ishizu tends to give him work by having him help out with AE-ian stuff. Kaiba sometimes calls him for help (which is never stated) with some of his newest technologies, mainly with testing or finding shortcuts. In addition, he also does voluntary work and helps out at different organizations like animal shelters

* More about him helping out Kaiba. Atem’s thinking and problem-solving is a lot different from anyone else’s. He grew up in a completely different era where people believed completely different things and interpreted the laws of physics in different ways. He knows how his people built the pyramids and follows the same mathematical calculation style. So whenever Kaiba gets really tangled up in his programming or calculations, Atem goes and approaches the problem on hand in a very different mannerism and usually gets a much quicker way to the correct answer or answers. Sometimes even Kaiba can’t properly understand just how Atem’s logic work

* He’s fluent in Japanese, but whenever he gets overwhelmed he starts talking in his native tongue. Solomon, Ishizu and Kaiba are the only ones who can more or less understand him and talk to him (tho Yugi also has been trying to learn ancient Egyptian and take up classes on it). And he also picked up on some English and Arabic

* As he sort of just appeared out of nowhere, they had to get all his papers made. And that process would have been a hella lot more difficult if Kaiba didn’t help out and get all of them done for Atem. It was never said why exactly he did it, but it was because he was grateful for Atem’s return and he has problems with saying thank you or expressing his feelings

* He has a bad habit of getting a bit too “royal” at times and someone needs to pull him back by telling him to stop. He got used to being the pharaoh and being treated and looked at as a sort of god, so at times he picks up a more demanding tone and orders others around, which reminds everyone of Kaiba more than Atem himself

* Thanks to getting his memories back and getting back into ruling, he has a bigger respect-demanding authorial vibe to him. He grew up in royalty and in being believed he was divine, so he was taught to have the stance of a king all the time

* He tells a lot of stories about his Gods to Yugi. He grew up on them, so they are dear to him and Yugi’s interested in listening to them. They are kind of like bedtime stories to Yugi, they have that kind of charm. And even tho Kaiba says they are bullshit and doesn’t believe in them, he’s willing to listen to these stories as well (alongside Mokuba, who openly enjoys and looks forward to them)

* He loves animals and they seem to love him as well. Stray animals always let him pet them, especially how he often gives them food. He can’t have a pet on his own tho

* He and Anzu never got together. He never had such feelings for her and her feelings sort of faded during those years when he was gone. But he’s rooting for Anzu and Yugi to get together and tries to help Yugi out even tho he has no dating experience

* He has a lot of dreams regarding AE. Most of them good, but also some bad ones like reliving his death. Some of the good dreams feel like they are the way his dead friends are communicating with him. And regardless of if it’s good or bad, after waking up he almost always cries himself back to sleep bc he feels regret and just misses his friends and family so much

* He has gotten used to the very warm weather and the constant sunshine, so being in Japan, where it’s colder and the sun shines less, has taken a toll on him. He got used to it with time, but he still gets moody bc of it at times and he has a lower cold-tolerance than most people (but at the same time he can take the heat much better than everyone around him)

* It didn’t exactly thunder in the Afterlife. There were some light rains, but that’s about it. So during the first few months of coming back, he would go outside whenever it was really raining and there were a lot of lightnings. And ofc whoever he was spending the night at (mostly Yugi, sometimes Kaiba) had to drag him back inside so he wouldn’t catch a cold. This adoration for thunders didn’t go away, but with time he learnt to just watch them through a window

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Peter Parker - One Shot “The Truth”

REQUEST - What about a Peter Parker image, where the reader has a secret and Peter tries to find out what it is, because he likes her and wants to become closer friends. The secret is that she lives in a poor block with lots of criminals, because her parents are poor. Idk just that he finds out and tells her that he doesn't care if she has money or not, because she is still the same person. Angst and fluff pls 😙 (ANON) 

 A/N - Hello beautifulsssssss! I am so sorry this took so long to come out. I won't lie, I’m not 100% happy with it, but I couldn't figure out another way to write it, and it is fluffy and angsty I guess! If you could give me constructive criticism that would be great! Oh and remember, REQUESTS ARE OPENNNNNNNNN! I love you all!

 (F/M) Mentions - Briefly drugs, and a light stabbing.

WORDS - 2059

You pulled at the too short sleeves of the sweatshirt that was just about keeping you warm enough on your walk to school. Keeping your head down you didn’t see the running geek behind you trying to catch up. When the hand grabbed your elbow you froze, used to drunk idiots in your apartment block trying to make passes at you, so seeing the warm gleeful smile of Peter Parker looking down at you felt like a huge relief.

 “Y/N! You live the other side of school? What are you doing this route?” The goofy smile never left his face as the two of you started walking in the direction of the school. But the one that had grown seeing him soon slipped off your face, he’d caught you.

 “Oh-oh-oh you know, stayed at my cousin's last night, he lives this way.” You internally cursed, you knew Peter knew you had no other family in the city, the confusion that crossed his face reflected that notion, but he didn’t press on. Instead, his fingers looped with yours, causing a warm blush to creep across your face as he dragged you into the local cafe to grab some coffee before school like you knew he had started to recently. The emptiness of your pockets felt so heavy as you had to make up some lie about not being thirsty as he ordered his drink, the barista turning to you. Peter only frowned more, as he knew your love of coffee, from all the cups you drank during decathlon training when Mr Harrington offered it from his office.

When the two of you started on your way to school again, you tried to keep your fingers curled up in the sweatshirt, to stay warm, but they kept slipping out, it being too physically short. Without saying anything, Peter passes you his coffee, saying he didn’t want it anymore, watching carefully as you silently let out a sigh of relief as the warmth of the cup hit your fingertips. Without realising it, he found himself watching you closely for the rest of the walk as you sipped silently, the coffee hampering the hunger pains just enough. Peter could see something wasn’t right, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it, but first, he needed to get closer to you.

 “Y/N, I was wondering if we could catch a movie sometime?” Peter found himself stuttering out, blushing immediately as he realised what he had said, the romantic nature of it, but the excitement that filled him instantly at the thought, made him grin. He’d like a date with you.

 “I-I-I can’t Peter.” You whispered, your voice cracking with sadness. Your huge crush on Peter was getting to the painful stage now, but you knew he would leave you the second he found out you were living a lie. He would never speak to you again, and that would mean Ned and MJ too, and you would be left all alone again.

 “Oh, yeah that’s okay, maybe another time.” The small sad smile that flashed across his face didn’t go unnoticed by you as you went back to sipping his coffee, trying not scream out how much you wanted to date him. The rest of the walk to school was silent, but it was no longer comfortable between you, Peter trying to get you to look at him, your eyes glued to the pavement in front of you. The second you walked into school, you slipped away into the crowds, leaving a sad Peter Parker to go find Ned before his first class.

 The lunch bell signalled it was time for you to hide in the library, where no one would question you not eating anything more than the free fruit that was available one per student every morning, and drinking from the reusable water bottle you carried with you everywhere. You stuck your nose into the book deeper, ignoring the growls of your stomach as you tried to read. The bag of Dorito’s that fell on the pages made you squeak in surprise, looking up to see MJs retreating figure leaving the library, never once looking back at you. It had become a regular occurrence for her to leave you little snacks. Neither of you ever acknowledged it, but somehow she knew, but she never pressed it, for which you were thankful. You ripped into the bag and all but sucked them up, there has been less than normal food in the fridge, that you had packed for your mum's lunch, knowing how stressed she’d been recently.

 Decathlon wasn’t on this afternoon, so you headed out of school ready to take your long walk home. Walking in the opposite direction of your home for 20 minutes every day really tired you out, but you couldn’t face the truth, not as you walked past everyone with the latest Stark phone, or the expensive makeup palettes girls held touching up their make-up, or even the Starbucks they frequently walked around with. There was no way you could ever afford it, but you needed to keep up a level of pretending, so saying you lived in the nice part of the city, was enough to keep people off your back. So, you pulled your sleeves down once again, the temperature had dropped more, as you started your 1hr round trip, dreaming of Peter Parker in your head as you walked, not really paying attention to your surroundings. Never once seeing a red and blue figure fly over ahead, watching you curiously walk home.

 Peter knew he was spying, using Spiderman for his own personal reasons, a morally wrong thing to do. But he was so drawn to you, he couldn’t help himself. So when you started walking down a dark alley and turning back on yourself, a few blocks later, his curiosity peaked. You walked all the way back past the school, albeit a few blocks over, and started towards the end of the city, few students of the school lived. The further you walked, the more the hairs on the back of Peters' neck stood on end, he knew it was dangerous around here. Tony and May regularly told him to not patrol these streets, so seeing you walk father down them, caused his heart to sink. He didn’t have to have enhanced hearing to hear the chattering of your teeth, the long walk in the winter freezing you to the core. He shook his head softly, about to turn around, to give you the privacy of your home, the overwhelming guilt of what he was doing became too much when he heard your scream.

 Looking back down at the streets below, your body had disappeared as he heard your screams again, when he found you in an alleyway, being cornered by 3 men twice your size. If Peter had seen the knife one of them was holding, he might have called Tony for back up, but not seeing it, only the terror that struck your face, he soon swung into action, webbing two of them up before they could touch you.

 “Y/N RUN!” Without realising it he screamed your name, in his Spiderman suit, the confusion of why Spiderman knew your name, freezing you before you had a chance to run, distracting Peter enough, he didn’t see the man running up behind him, stabbing him in the thigh before running off.

 Watching Spiderman fall to his feet in front of you, was a sight you would never erase from your head, as you ran to support him, the confusion of him knowing your name fleeing from your thoughts. Without thinking you pulled off your thin sweatshirt, leaving you in ae eve thinner shirt, tying the sweatshirt around his thigh to help slow the bleeding.

 “M-my apartment is in that building, i-i-t’ll be warmer to wait there, for an ambulance.” You didn’t want to also admit you didn’t have a phone to this superhero, in your arms, that you’d have to go home to be able to call help for him. You watched the red-masked man briefly nod at you, as you helped him up all his weight leaning on you as you walked him into the building. You were so caught up in attending to your hero, you didn’t see the masked man take in the drug needles across the stairs as you walked up, the torn wallpaper and gunshots in the wall, as you fumbled for your keys to your apartment, the only clean door in the building.

 Peter could barely breathe, and not from the searing pain in his leg. His advanced healing was already fixing the wound that was barely seeping now. No, he couldn’t breathe as he saw the circumstances of which you lived, the barely furnished apartment, was somehow colder than outside, the numerous blankets around the tiny room attesting to the fact this was common. Peter looked up at you behind his mask you gently helped him down onto the sofa, rushing to the small Nokia phone on the corner.

 “Don’t call an ambulance!” He barely got out before you pressed dial on the phone, your terrified face whipping to look at him as if he was crazy.

 “You need help, Sir, you saved my life and got hurt!” You could feel yourself shaking, not only from the cold now, but the adrenaline that was almost pushing you into a state of shock. You watched your hero move his hand to his mask and go to pull it off, but you found yourself stopping him.

 “Don’t feel like you need to show me your face, you keep your identity secret on purpose, I’m not worth knowing your secret.” You whispered gently sitting beside him going to push the mask back down his face, but his hands were stronger and you were soon looking into familiar eyes.

 “PETER?!?!” Clamping your hand over your mouth you shot up in surprise, guilty-looking eyes looking up to meet you shocked ones.

 “Y/N, love, I can explain.”

 “T-that’s how you knew my name…” You were violently shaking now, about to go into shock, before Peter pulled you into his arms wrapping the closest blanket around the both of you as he softly told you the story of how he became Spiderman, rubbing his hand on your back soothingly, his melodic voice and touch gently calming you back down.

 “So how did you find me?” Your eyes flickered around your flat, an overwhelming sense of panic now hitting you once again as you realised he knew where you lived.

 “I-I followed you. Please Y/N know I didn’t mean it creepily. But something was just telling me that something wasn’t right, and I was worried and I just started following you…I understand if you hate me. But why did you lie Y/N? I thought you lived near Ned and Flash? Why didn’t you tell us you lived here?” You looked up expecting to see the disgust in his eyes, why wouldn’t he be disgusted when he saw how you lived? But all you saw when you looked up was warmth and kindness, and a slight note of sadness, as he took in your thin cheekbones as if for the first time with a new light.

 “I didn’t want you to hate me.” You couldn’t stop your voice from breaking as a few tears rolled down your cheeks as you explained how you had gotten into Midtown on scholarship, and how your Mum worked 3 jobs to try and look after the two of you, but it was barely enough. “I understand you want to go now, I won’t stop you.” You said heartbroken as you stood up expecting Peter to dart out of the door, but the soft hand pulling you back down shocked you, but when soft lips pressed yours, you were literally thrown you off your feet with surprise.  

 When Peter finally pulled away for air, he grinned at the blush that spread across your cheeks. ‘I could never hate you, your home doesn’t determine who you are. All I see is a fearless, beautiful lady who is the smartest person I have ever met. Just don’t tell MJ.” He winks at you before pulling you in for a kiss after kiss after kiss.

 Maybe you could get used to this.

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Aghhhh I’m going to KILL Tumblr mobile for messing up the original I swear....

If it wants to work the original ramble should be below!

first some notes about the top comic:

Being half enderman half ghast (my Ranboo at least) I’d imagine Ran would be okay in most elements but I also think it’s funny if he has HORRIBLE heat retention (his body doesn’t keep heat trapped he just kinda steams and gets colder y’know?)

Dadza pog! He has two capes for his winter outfit (totally not because I realized the new AE capes don’t have fluff but I’ve only ever drawn Rans cape WITH fluff and I always wanted it to be from Phil) he lends this one to Ranboo because if he’s gonna be helping out around the retirement home he might as well do it without catching hypothermia (Ranboo adds an eye of ender pin to it after borrowing it for a bit, adds a bit of flair y’know?(that’s what the doodle on the bottom left shows lmao))

Comic number two! (the three panels on the bottom right):

Heyyy! first introduction of Netherspeech (or Netheren is what i’ve kinda nicknamed it either works) Phil and Techno talk to each other often this way from habit of doing so during their Antarctic Empire days (Phil learned from his time in his Hardcore worlds and Techno is part piglin and probably just picked it up when growing up)

Since Ranboo is part ghast he also picked up Netheren somewhere in his childhood (don’t know how he learned and he probably forgets how he did anyways lmao)

In case you are curious! The alphabet I’m using to represent Netherspeech is the Infernal alphabet from Dungeons and Dragons 5e (looking up D&D 5e infernal alphabet should give image results!) It’s harder to draw than the SGA so sorry if it looks really messy ;w;

*whips* more Arctic Ranboo content (kinda?)

Info about the doodles under cut because of course I ramble :P

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january 1, 2019

tuesday.

wow, and i am back once again. lately i’ve been watching d. marquez on youtube. just recently she posted a haul of books/journals she purchased from urban outfitters. this really inspired me to start journaling again, especially since i want to be more in control of my life, think about everything, be more productive, and overall just journal again but consistently this time. so. as you might know, it is already the start of a new year. i am writing this post-countdown 2018-2019. last year was ae and i’s first rave so we knew we had to go again this year! we went with our little rave family and added a new one as well, rp’s little sister! at first all i could think about was when ae told me how she tried getting him to “hit her up” and they i guess flirted through snap messages before so it worried me but it also didn’t. when ae’s parents threw that one fight party, we clicked and i didn't even know who she was. at the end of the day, the past is in the past and i didn't care as much as old me would have. i am trying to work on being a better person and be more mature/loving. but that insight is for a whole other time. let’s go back to countdown. since i got off work at 10am the sunday prior to the event, we were able to go over to ae’s sister’s house earlier so we don't have to worry about getting ready and driving there the day of. we chill the whole day and then start getting ready to head out. when we got there it was already pretty late. we watched the show happy and then knocked out. the morning of, lola went to work and rp made us breakfast. i started getting ready early so i can be finished early. the day goes on and i finish my makeup. ae and i put on our outfits... and boy did we look BOMB. after rolling loud we found out that our little starbucks coffee drink will work wonders when keeping us awake the whole event, so we grabbed some before we all headed out. slowly, eddie and nani and daisy started showing up. the second the last person got there, we were on our way!

although i was wearing leggings, the windbreaker pants, the mesh long sleeve onesie, and brought the thermal long sleeve, it did not keep me warm whatsoever. it was even colder than last year, being in the 40′s. we got situated, showed our id’s, scanned our tickets, passed security, and it was party time! we walked around to take some pictures and went into the first tent. that’s when we started taking our blue fortnites to really get the night started! we took a trip to the bathroom and that’s when it started hitting me. and it hit me like a TRUCK. we walked over to the tent again and that’s when i started getting CRAZY crazy. it was a roll that i had never experienced before! i was dancing like i have never danced before, handbanging and shi. nani and i got really close and were like two peas in a pod. she even told adrian that i was her girlfriend now, lmao! all i can say about the rest of the night was that i was a lit. ass. time. 

unfortunately the night came to an end and i walked out of the venue holding daisy and ae’s hands. i’m so glad we had the ninja masks because it made the cold bearable. the second we got to the car i was SO happy, then rp asked ae and i if we wanted to ride with dom and nat so we could all fit comfortably... which basically meant we had to walk even FARTHER... but its aight. we got to the casa, showered, and knocked tf out! 

when we woke up, i got super excited because that meant it was farmer boy’s time! we got there, ate our breakfast, then rp and lola took us offroading! it was such a blast, i actually want to go one day! when we got back to the casa, we chilled more and watched one of ae’s favorite movies, an austin powers movie. we headed back to murrieta shortly after and i was greeted by my family and baby ollie! just being there lifts my spirits up so high! i hungout with them for a while and then we made a stop to ae’s where we caught up with his mama. sadly, i was getting sick so we headed home shortly after. from there, the rest was history. 

today is also caesar’s birthday. i haven’t thought about him up until adrian asked about my exes. this just made me realize how rocky our relationship was, how heartbroken he left me, and how i was 19 days away from turning 20!

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