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gotta be my most depressed Dark Souls protag (DS1), but Anora deserves to have a lil happiness nonetheless, gosh dang it
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What are your top 10 and bottom 10 ACOTAR characters?
Hello sweet anon, I first wanted to thank you so much (you brightened my day with that😊) and before we start I just thought to tell you that this turned out rather long, so I summarized it at the top and put my whole reasons under the cut😄
Positive:
1. Elain/ 2. Azriel/ 3. Nuala & Cerridwen/ 5. Lucien/ 6. Amren/ 7. Alis/ 8. Nesta/ 9. Cassian/ 10. Feyre
Negative:
10. Morrigian/ 9. Graysen/ 8. Rhysand/ 7. Cauldron/ 6. Attor/ 5. Amarantha/ 4. Ianthe/ 3. Luciens Brothers/ 2. Beron Vanserra/ 1. -
+ 1. Elain
Ok, so I just love this female. I love how Elain is not portrayed as the type of woman who does need a weapon to get what she wants. It is true that one might take her outstanding beauty as a weapon (it sure is) but she can achieve a lot of good things by just using her words and charisma, letting peace remain, before one might do the wrong step and start a war.
Elain is in my opinion though not only charismatic, but also really … yeah silent and well behaved. She does not need to be the centre of the party or a conversation, we have learned she enjoys the company of silence too and her language or the way she is, just speaks on another level. One might say she has a stick shoved up her ass, but I don’t think that this is the case, simply bc we have seen Elain act on her own emotions as well, she just seems to prefer to hold up that mask of her human days around her family, she can use curses too and also have dirty thoughts (her reaction to Azriel on solstice (this was no shock, fear or whatever one might claim!)) god forbid!
Something I also love about her is her seer ability, I am most of the time really intrigued by the future, so seeing her look into the still foggy realms of what is to happen, is really interesting.
+ 2. Azriel
This boy just deserves all the love this world has to give! One of the reasons probably bc dark and broody males with a whole wall of mystery build around them are my typ. But no, seriously – I think Az is one of the most misunderstood characters, mostly by his family.
Bc even though he has known the greatest part of his family for 500+ years, no one seems to understand him, his feelings or his wishes (Thank you Rhysand!) as everyone just assumes Azriel is Azriel and is just ok with being where his family is( Obligated to be the fifth wheel for the rest of eternity!😭)
Something which I also think the IC mistakes is his silence. It might seem as if Azriel barely has anything to say, but I guess it is more the other way around, as we have figured out that if he talks it is always well thought with deep meanings, at times even poetic from the bottom of his heart and often used to motivate or encourage someone. I just think he picks his words so carefully bc he is afraid to give away too much of himself and that everything he might say, or every thought he harboured, could be used against him, so that he would be wounded (THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THAT RHYSAND!)
+ 3. Nuala & Cerridwen
I just love both of them, so I was not able to put one of them on a fourth place.
Anyway, Nuala and Cerridwen are two characters who are also majorly underestimated. Those two have a quiet side which makes most of the people around them forget that they even exist, which is pretty noticeable from Feyres, Rhysands and even Nestas pov (though I am not gonna lean too wide out of the window with her since I haven’t read Acosf yet) Those two could literally plan to overthrow an High Lord and we would only know the moment it is too late,bc everyone seems to forget about their existence. Something I also love about them, is their whole character. We don’t know much about them now, but it already is noticeable that they accept people like they are, for they have no fear of Azriel, nor do they act around Elain as if she were made of glas.
+ 5. Lucien
Lucien is just an innocent bean who deserves all the love in all of Prythian! I might be an Elriel stan, but you might want to address the fact that not even one rooting for Elriel is oblivious to the shit show which took place in Luciens life. Undermined son, lover killed in front of his eyes, abused/used by his best friend and on top of that practically homeless. He knows that he can’t go back to the spring court yet, for things with Tamlin did not yet settle down, he also knows he isn’t also really home at the Night Court and god forbid if he ever thought of entering Autumn again! If it wouldn’t be for the Band of Exils (Thank god they exist) he’d be all lonely and without a roof over his head.
And this is something our sassy, witty fox does not deserve.
+ 6. Amren
Amren is just a character I identify with. She seems like as if she is only caring about her own stuff and only mind her business, while in truth she just doesn’t know how to express the love she feels for her family, as we know from her former past she did not even receive love, and just cares the most about her family.
Something I also love about her is her whole behaviour if one is to doubt her size. In my country I barely scratch the minimum of average height, so a friend of mine likes to make jokes about my size (much like Cassian about Amren), so seeing how she just shows him his place with a glare or some sharp words is just satisfaction to me.
+ 7. Alis
The kindness with which Alis treated Feyre in Acotar just sort of stuck to me and as I did not really find a character in Prythian, who was born there, who had the same kindness as her – she just stayed.
+ 8. Nesta
Nesta is a character I absolutely love, in Acotar I do admit I did not pay that much attention to her or Elain, but I just love how strong minded she is. She had been fighting for her own goal the moment she got spit out of the cauldron and she did not particularly stray from that. I also adore her for her strength – she wouldn’t even have been in the need to learn combat in order to hurt someone, as Nesta just analyses the people around her so much, so that she’ll know exactly what would feel to them like a gut stab.
The fact that Nesta is a huge bookworm and a dreamer in her own way makes her even more awesome.
+ 9. Cassian
Now you can just love this guy! He might have his ups and downs, but in the end he always worked his way out of them. Cassian just has such a big heart, that much like Nesta, he would do anything in order to protect his family and loved ones.
And while he is great to cheer one up, he might not be the brightest candle on the cake, but he would still go to the end of the world if it meant he could fight and protect those he loves. Something I also liked was that he is practically the one who started this whole thing with the females training while Rhysand just let the Illyrians do like they please.
+ 10. Feyre
As the main character we had learned a lot about her and I am happy that she is alive, has her freedom, is in love with her mate, has a child, a loving family and a really high title (*cough* High Lady). But what I think she could have done different was the way of how she treated both, Elain and Nesta, during their traumas.
Even though Nesta might not have shown her trauma that clear in the beginning, she could have still looked over the plates rim once it was almost tearing through one’s ears in a painful scream of help that Nesta was not fine. And judging someone straight out mad or considering it while you yourself have not even a real clue of how this whole Prythian thing works is just a big no-no. Elain doubted herself already enough, Feyres fear that she might have gone mad was not helping the situation.
And well Nestas story is one I can’t particularly dive into yet, but from what I have read (Acofas) she dealt with it the wrong way. It might have been that she and Nesta did not have the best relationship and she might have even wondered if she was entitled to bound with her sister on such a topic, but when Nesta pushed each of them away Feyre should have not moved away from her.
Feyre already did a lot for her, true, but Feyre knew herself how it was to have a trauma and she herself had pushed help, in the first months, away, but however I am overall just happy she got her happy ending.
- 10. Morrigian
I have criticized Morrigian already a lot, but I will just say it again.
First of, I don’t hate her. Morrigian is a character who I think has a lot to tell, as we know she kept the biggest part of herself a secret until now, but I just don’t like how she claims to trust the IC while in truth she refuses to tell them of her sexuality (the thing she seems to be afraid? of the most.)
I know the Azriel pining after her for 500+ years, was a lot of pressure on her back, but she could have also just told him she wasn’t interested or loved females (if she wouldn’t have been fine with telling Rhys). However I think she is going to be one of the more important side characters as I think her situation and everything that follows, pretty much sums up how gays/lesbians and other LGBTQ members feel now a days. And I think her journey is sort of supposed to help to overcome those struggles.
I at least hope she gets her journey.
- 9. Graysen
Graysen was an ass for breaking the engagement of like a toddler, that’s it – end of the song. If he would have told Elain he couldn’t trust her bc she lied to him – ok.
But the tune makes the music! Keep that in mind,Nolan!
- 8. Rhysand
Now Rhysand is to me a character who tip toes on a two sided blade.
I normally do like him, he is kind and caring and no doubt would die for the people he loves, but he has a very, very hard time separating work from private life. The example I’ll go with is the big bad magical solstice. He might have claimed that the kiss between Elain and Az could have invoked a blood duel, if Lucien would have notice, possibly even provoking a war between Night and Autumn (work) but his ulterior motive were Feyre and Nyx, no one blames him for that, but it is a private reason and excuse he should not use while speaking as the High Lord.
And again, when Az starts doubting the Cauldron with choosing the wrong mate for Elain, Rhys assumes it is just lust speaking from Az and commands him as the High Lord to stay away from Elain (low blow of assumption, but not my point) while he then offers to pay for the pleasure halls Azriel could possibly seek out (according to him). With what money would he have paid it, his own (private) while he was speaking as the High Lord, or the exchequer (work)?
You see my point? Anyway Rhys is a loving character, but he is just a bit troubled ruling an entire court (this huge) and having a family to take care of. Perhaps he is having it settled in a few years, but until then we will just have to wait and see.
- 7. Cauldron
I don’t really know if you can call the Cauldron a character, but I just placed it here as I hated how it had humiliated Nesta and Elain.
The bloodshed it caused was also nothing I ever want to mention again.
- 6. Attor
Now just the Rainbow and the attack on Velaris, just this, nu-uh man.
- 5. Amarantha
I hated her for killing innocent fae, enslaving High Lords or in general and setting up ‘riddles’ (games) in which the life of helpless fae was depending on a human who could barely safe herself with a bargain. Something I also kind of take personal is how she treated Jurian, I mean ok – he deserved a punishment, but like setting him in chains and having him barely at the minimum of survival would have been also fine.
- 4. Ianthe
Just the Suriel! This was when I took things personal! (I’ll add an 11 to the list above – I loved the weaver!)
- 3. Luciens Borthers
Luckily, most of those little shits got what they deserve.
I don’t grow up in a family very high in statues, so I don’t know how it is, but no matter if poor or rich – siblings should fight together instead of against each other! And most definitely not kill the female their brother loved!
- 2. Beron Vanssera
I hate him for having hesitated saving Rhys, watching how his sons treated Lucien and how he could possibly let anything as terrifying, as what had happened to Mor, happen. Also – it’s just the way how he treats his wife!
Someone really hadn’t drunken his ‘respectful juice’, for the last fucking Millenia!
- 1. /
I don’t really despise a character entirely, as I know each and every one has a bright and dark side of the coin (Still trying to find the bright side of Luciens father and brothers though)
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Through His Eyes - Part 10
Summary: Losing your sight after your accident was traumatic, and Jaebum’s guilt of knowing it should have been him instead creates an intricate bond between you both, as you overcome adversity and try to find your way in life again.
Genre: angst / romance
Characters: Im Jaebum x female reader
A/N: This story is emotional and raw compared to some of the content on my blog. It is in no way an attempt to glamourise or undervalue the lives of those who suffer from something similar. This story is purely fictional.
Through His Eyes will be posted every Tuesday at 10am NZST.
Index: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 [M] | 13 - FINAL
“Yes, Y/N, that’s beautiful!”
You grinned in the direction of the praise, placing down your paintbrush on the easel. “Do you think it’s done?”
“Why are you asking me?” Madam Cho wondered, placing a gentle hand over your shoulder. You could feel her necklace dangle down over you as she leant closer. “It’s your painting, not mine.”
You processed her words, a smile spreading slowly over your lips before you nodded. Picking up the brush again, you felt towards the palette again, deciphering where the yellow was and decided to brighten your canvas up with more of this colour. Your mentor chuckled and left you to it until this time you felt done.
“Can I hang it on the entry wall?” Madam Cho asked and you nodded happily, stopping her from taking the artwork from you.
You sensed her confusion and grinned. “I haven’t signed it yet.”
“Of course, all artwork deserves a signature,” she agreed, handing you the stamp you had recently created. Pressing it firmly to the bottom right-hand corner, you held the canvas out in front of you.
Your heart hadn’t felt this full in months.
At first, when Jaebum had dragged you here, it was as if he was rubbing salt into the wound. Sure, you both knew you still wanted to be an artist. Back then you hadn’t fathomed being able to do anything you were accomplishing now. You had feared the unknown. If you couldn’t see your artwork anymore, how could you create it?
“The colours will muddle together!” you cried outlandishly after humouring both Jaebum and Madam Cho that night. You threw down the paintbrush you had been hesitantly brushing and swirling onto the canvas in frustration.
In trepidation.
“Colours are meant to mix together, Y/N, don’t you think? I want to see your colour. What is the shade in your soul?”
You wanted to despise the woman, just as much as you were angry with Jaebum in that moment. But her words had a way of seeping below your barriers, questioning your very beliefs. You stilled, wondering what colour represented you. Was it grey? That certainly was the only definite shade you could decipher with these eyes now. Everything was grey, and everything was indistinguishable.
You felt Jaebum place the paintbrush back in your hand, and you stopped him from telling you what colour you were using from that moment on. It didn’t matter what colour it was, it would still create something. It would still be something.
Your subsequent visit to the studio was brighter. Over the next following sessions, you found your world wasn’t grey anymore. It was colourful, warm, full of brightness. You still needed some assistance getting there, but once you were in front of your easel, nothing came between you and your painting. Sometimes you would only use one colour. Others, you chose to have your specially made palette filled with various shades that you could decipher with the raised Braille indents telling you which colour it was.
And soon you started to have a louder voice in the studio.
“What are you doing?” a fellow art student asked as he watched you etch into the canvas. “You’re making random blobs in the corner here. What does it say?”
You smiled proudly, blinking back the emotions that rose with his question. “My name.”
From there, you designed a stamp so that you could always sign your work off. Also, you had taken to writing the composition of each piece you created in Braille along the canvas edge manually. You knew now with this system in place, you would never have to guess what piece of your art you held in your hands.
“Will you tell me your thoughts on the canvas once it’s fully dry, Madam Cho?”
“I will give you a great review once the colours settle, how does that sound? Though looking at it now, I know I want it as the focal point of the entryway.”
“I wouldn’t settle for anything less,” you told her with a laugh, sliding off your chair and counting the steps around the studio to the wash sink in the corner. You liked that you now knew your way around two places in this world intimately.
“Y/N, shall I give you a ride home?”
You glanced over your shoulder, nodding politely. And then you had a better idea. “Actually, could you drop me off elsewhere?”
You couldn’t help feeling eager as you sat in Madam Cho’s car on the way to JYP Entertainment. She discussed many topics with ease with you and whilst you responded to them all, your mind was elsewhere. Your hands gripped the edges of the packaged artwork over your lap in anticipation.
“He’s going to love it,” Madam Cho said softly and you turned towards her, your face breaking out into a blush. She giggled and reached to touch your hand affectionately. “He’s lucky to have you in his world, you know that right?”
“No,” you said with a shake of your head. “It’s me who is lucky. Even with the situation for how it is, I’d still be living in a dark room without Jaebum opening the door for me again. He saved me.”
“Well, I think you saved each other. Your connection is one of a kind,” the older woman stated, making your stomach flip with her words.
You didn’t know when it had begun, but the more people who directly associated with you now mentioned Jaebum, you always felt giddy and breathless. They spoke of you and him in one sentence and you liked that more than you wanted to admit. It made you want to see him more often and tell him all about how people think of him at your side. Of how you liked being at his side.
You wanted him to know the feelings you now harboured.
Still, you were aware that Jaebum was too busy for such a confession. With promotions in full force, he was unavailable more often. You tried to understand, after all, your own world had taken a new route with painting in the studio most days. University had been a pipe dream for someone who wanted to get her hands dirty. On campus, you needed structure and were given a distinct placement with a disability. In Madam Cho’s studio, you were free to do and be who you wanted to.
The car came to a halt and you smiled graciously at the woman. “Thank you for dropping me off here.”
“Are you sure it’ll be fine? Have you heard from him on the way here? Do you want me to wait in case Jaebum is too busy?”
“No, he told me he was going to be in the studio tonight earlier in the day. He basically lives there once he enters it,” you explained with a laugh and opened the door to the car, extending out your guide stick. “I’ll make sure to text you to know that I’m with him to ease your mind.”
“Please do,” she agreed, reaching out for a final hold of your hand. “Y/N, think about that offer for the internship too. I really think we’ll be able to get funding towards your work if we come up with a solid business plan. I’m happy to keep you all to myself and have your help with the classes, but you’re something special.”
“I will,” you assured, waving in farewell.
Once you had the canvas securely under your arm, and you were up on the footpath, you slowly made your way to the entrance of the building, reaching into your pocket for the pass you had been granted by the CEO himself. You hadn’t used it before, but when it worked to get you escorted to GOT7’s part of the building, you felt successful. In this crazy world, you were discovering you weren’t so limited anymore.
“Y/N?” a voice greeted cautiously and you beamed in recognition. Jinyoung was soon at your side. “What are you doing here? How did you get in? Are you by yourself?!”
“Don’t sound so shocked, I’m fine. I’m sorry if I came at a bad time, could you take me to Jaebum? I have something to give him.”
“I’m right here,” he mentioned, though you frowned at the tone he used. Embarrassment licked at your cheeks, colouring them pink as you struggled to understand why you hadn’t used your senses to find him within the room. The feeling was fleeting; you were still triumphant from getting here all by yourself.
Until you felt his hand wrap around your wrist.
Until you shivered with the cold that seemed to emanate from Jaebum as he dragged you into his personal studio.
Until he let you go.
You blinked rapidly, unsure of everything. “Did I interrupt something important?”
“How did you get here? Why are you here? It’s late at night, don’t you know how dangerous this is?!”
You flinched with the volume his voice had increased with, the growl in his tone scolding you, cornering you, weakening your resolve. Your head fell. “I didn’t realise you’d nag so much.”
“That’s exactly it, you didn’t realise anything!”
“Clearly I made a poor choice coming here tonight, I’ll excuse myself.”
“I’m not done with you yet,” he remarked, taking a step in front of you. You heard him rub at his face, and for a moment, you worried just how exhausted he was. Jaebum was always a hard worker and the energy radiating off him made you consider the stress he was under. You should have booked in an appointment with him instead of just turning up unannounced.
The mere thought of needing to do such a thing made you scoff and you finally lifted your head back up. “I was proud of myself, you know. I asked Madam Cho to bring me here so I could give you something and I made it in here all by myself. Isn’t it something to be happy about?”
“I’m glad you’re making steps for yourself but you can’t just expect all your steps to be big accomplishments either. What if something had gone wrong?! You can’t see anyone around you and they could’ve hurt you or you-”
“But I didn’t get hurt,” you reminded firmly, Jaebum cursing under his breath at your statement. “I’m not a baby; I can do things for myself!”
“I know you can, I’m not trying to coddle you, I’m just saying-”
“It doesn’t matter; you’ve made your point. I’ll never come here again without permission first.”
“Y/N, this is my place of work,” he attempted and you blinked slowly, thoughts consuming you. You chewed on the bottom of your lip, hoping the action would hold back your tongue and your tears. “You can’t just show up whenever. I’m busy and I helped you get into your artwork again so you wouldn’t need me so much. You’re doing well again.”
“Right, it’s time for me to stop being a problem in your world.”
“You know I don’t mean it like that!”
“It’s fine Jaebum, I heard you loud and clear. I’ll get on with my life, you get on with yours. After all, now that I have my art back, I’ll be back to normal, right?” You tried to hold back your tears, but they began to fall and he reached out for you. However, you shrugged him off, this time you wouldn’t cry in his arms. Right now, you felt selfish, as if you had only been thinking of how you were doing. You had forgotten Jaebum’s place in your life came from a situation where you once weren’t important to him. It hit you full force and you stumbled around in the dark, his light no longer shining directly on you, instead it flickered in and out inconsistently.
You had become too reliant and thus blinded in more ways than just losing your sight. You wanted to laugh bitterly at those juvenile feelings you had started to put weight into. Everyone was wrong; you and Jaebum didn’t go together like they had eluded to.
Someday soon, perhaps, you would become mere strangers again. This thought overwhelmed you, much like your emotions did.
Feeling around for something that felt safe, you then placed down the canvas that was still under your arm. A parting gift. You hadn’t thought that would be the case when you made it.
Especially when you had foolishly named the piece, Confession.
You almost thought about taking it back, to take the canvas away with you and hide it in the cupboard like your mother had done with all your previous artwork. Never to be displayed, to be announced for what it was. Yet, you couldn’t ignore all the months Jaebum had been the one person you had believed in the most. It was this reason alone that you lifted your hand away and attempted a watery smile in his direction. “I made this for you. That’s why I came. And now that I’ve delivered it, I’ll go.”
You ignored as he called after you, even shoving him off when he reached for you to pull you back. You prayed you were walking in the right direction, and when you heard the voices of the other members, you were relieved. It was such an odd experience, subsequently you felt like your heart was breaking and you breathed in a sigh of relief that you weren’t as incapable as you felt.
“Y/N?”
“I just need a hand to the elevator so I can leave, can someone help me with that?”
“Y/N, wait!” Jaebum called out, running into you with a shaky breath. You couldn’t focus on his emotions right now, you needed to escape them.
“I’ll do it,” Mark offered quietly and you nodded once, waiting for him to join your side. You could tell it pained him not to ask if you were okay, and to leave you with the staff member at the front desk.
But not as much as it did for you to walk out of that building, knowing you wouldn’t come back.
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Game Session #10
Characters:
Mirri in the wind, tabaxi; rapier
Rysiel, half-elf druid; acid burns, simple clothing and leather armor, scimitar
Teir, tiefling warlock; acid burns, vibrant gold skin and black hair w/silver highlights, horns, hooves, expensive-looking clothes and leather armor, carries a dagger as his only (physical) weapon
Zastu, dragonborn rogue; white scales almost completely covered in a hooded cape and mask, leather armor, short bow and shortsword + dagger
Noteable NPCs...
Sydiri Haunlar, human (Chondathan) fighter; brunette, chain shirt, dagger, shortbow, wooden club
Zephyros, cloud giant; windswept white hair, wispy white bear, billow purple robe with gold stars
Amarath and N'von, two human cultists missionaries and their seven human cult followers friends; all dressed in tight fabric wrapped around their thin bodies, topped with head wraps and decorated with feathers. Amarath carries a disturbing "smiling bag"
We were all tired and braindead during this one, so details are sparse...
Zephyros welcomes the party (Rysiel, Teir, Zastu, plus Sydiri at this point) to his floating tower. He explains that his extra-planar allies have told him that someone would come to help fix the mess that is the Ordning. What is the Ordning? It's giant society. Ever since forever, giant society has been ordered by type—with Storm Giants at the top, and Cloud Giants (me, Zephyros) below that, then whoever –handwaves– below that (fire and frost giants, stone giants, hill giants). Giants used to rule this land, until the war with the dragons millenia ago (giants and dragons are mortal enemies you know). Well, with the recent uprising of the dragons (a couple years ago), Annam got angry at us and called us all lazy and complacent. Oh, Annam, he's the Giant god. He looks over everything. And he broke the Ordning, that's why you've been hearing about giant attacks lately—everyone is trying to prove they're the most fit giant to rule over all of us. Er, you have heard about that, haven't you? Well, I thought that king Hekaton, lord of the Storm Giants, would be able to keep his seat of power, and hold control over giant society. He certainly seemed like he was going to continue that way. But then... Well, his wife, poor Neri, went missing. She had a soft spot for the small folk (that's you), and met with them on a regular basis, on an island off the Sword Coast. She turned up dead a while later—murdered. Hekaton, as you can imagine, flew into a rage. He would have led the giants to smash every small folk settlement on the coast, if it weren't for their youngest daughter—Serissa—who held her mother's affection for the small folk. She convinced Hekaton not to destroy you all, for Neri's sake. But now he's... Well, nevermind. Rysiel and Teir pipe up, insisting that Zephyros finish that thought. He's resistant at first, but they guess the truth, or near to it. Hekaton has gone missing now too. He went in search of his wife's murderers, but hasn't been heard form for weeks. His youngest daughter—Serissa, remember?—holds the throne, with her elder sisters—Mirran and Nym—acting as advisors, along with her uncle Uthor probably.
The party decides that going straight to the Storm King's throne is the best idea, and ask Zephyros where it is. Unfortunately, it is beyond them for many reasons. Maelstrom is a citadel deep within the Trackless Sea. Technically Zephyros' tower can bring them there—or close anyway, but they'd definitely be destroyed without magical protection, and Zephyros isn't interested in risking death. He offers to bring them close, but assures them they would die (kind of non-chalantly, at which point Mirri tells them that Zephyros isn't all there due to his fondess for contacting other planes and sometimes going temporarily insane). He knows how to get there, but they aren't near important enough—yet—to be able to manage it. The party sighs collectively, and asks to go to their second destination—Triboar—to deliver the news of Darthag Ulgar's death to his ex-wife at the Lionshield Trading post there. Zephyros brightens up immediately and says it'll take about 11 days (275 hours exactly) to get there. He asks if there's anything else he can get them before he retires upstairs to consult his extraplanar allies (Mirri rolls their eyes, "Not again!") —I also tell the party that they can treat Zephyros as a sort of merchant, but his supplies might be limited since he's a giant. Zephyros mentions that Mirri's (+1) rapier used to be a clothes pin, so who knows what he might have. (Rysiel asks for -something-, but I roll for it and he doesn't have it :/ ); They get some food—very airy spongcake-type stuff, and Zephyros brings down one of his many journals from the Moonshae Isles, which he wrote and illustrated himself. Mirri can't read them, but has been looking at the pictures a lot. Rysiel translates for Teir, who is increbily interested. The journals are about 100lbs each, and 4-5ft tall, made of thick parchment. (They can be used as a mundane item that grants advantage on certain knowledge rolls, but specific information isn't really available unless I go read a jillion wiki articles about the Moonshae Isles and their history/fauna/flora/etc). There's also some roleplay with the Tressym (Rillix) as they figure out what to feed it. Zephyros drops a hunk of raw meat at some point (and some of the griffon's hay bedding for Bobble), and Rysiel creates a bonfire to cook with. Zephyros reminds them not to come up to the second floor, or the griffon aerie. (Not that they have the ability anyway) The days start passing... Teir seeks Sydiri's help in wearing armor and using shields (they improvise with a giant wicker coaster). On the first day, Zephyros approaches "Ryan" to tell him that someone is looking for him. They go aside (outside) to talk, and Teir sneaks behind to eavesdrop. Both "Ryan" and Teir are disappointed though, when Zephyros reveals that "someone is looking for you" is the entirety of the message. Zephyros doesn't seem to notice, but the next day he comes down after speaking to his allies again and tells "Ryan" that "A Rainy Kevin" (or is it "Kevin Rainy"?) is the one looking for him, but that it will be someone else that finds him. Ryan/Rysiel thanks Zephyros, but looks confused.
On the third day, the party is surprised by some visitors, because no one wants to stand in the wind and cold to watch the fucking majestic countryside far below. There's a fluttering of many large wings, and then a moment later—some shouting. The voices ask—in the common tongue—for the owner and resident of the tower to come out and say hello. Zephyros is sleeping upstairs at the time, so the party waits until the owners of the voices make their way inside. Nine slendar humans appear, all dressed similarily in fabric wrapped around their bodies, tied tightly. They have more fabric wrapped around their heads, and are decoraed with feathers. Two of them appear somewhat more decorated, and one carries a shoulder back with a distrubing-looking smiley face. Teir recognizes the bag as magic, but doesn't remember why. The newcomers seems somewhat surprised to find some small folk, but ask if there's a cloud giant around. The party stands around looking offended until Zephyros calls down and greets them. "Have you heard of our Lord and Saviour, Yan C Bin?" One of the cultists missionaries asks. Zephyros looks confused. Two of them introduce themselves (to Zephyros) as N'von and Amarath, and explain that Yan-C-Bin wants his help to 'restore the planes to their rightful primodial state'. They're hazy on what this means, they just want a yes/no from Zephyros. Zephyros is confused, so he asks the party. Teir seems to think this is a bad idea, and is jealous of the newcomer's arrival, and also: how the fuck did you get here? The missionaries try to ignore him, but it quickly becomes obvious that he's not going anywhere, so: "On our giant vultures, of course." Teir tries to recall what he can about giant vultures (kind of an unusual choice of mount, but not unheard of) and what cultures/societies/groups were known to use them (no one close by! probably from another plane?) (I don't remember the rest of the conversation, but Zephyros goes upstairs to consult his planar allies on the matter, and the missionaries go outside because they like the wind and open air)
More than an hour passes and Mirri realizes that Zephyros must have had an 'accident' (he failed his saving throw on the spell), and is lying comatose upstairs. Teir sends his raven up to check on the giant, and then they have a game of pantomime to try to figure out what's going on (Zephyros is laying on the floor, but is alive). Mirri explains that he'll be "fine" in another 8 hours or so. A little while later, the two speaking missionaries pop back inside to see what's taking so long. (I don't remember what was said) They have an argument with Teir and Zastu (Rysiel is brooding in the corner or something? Idk), and Mirri walks by with 'Calm Emotions' (make targets indifferent), causing one of the missionaries and Zastu to chill out. The missionaries go back outside. Moments later they hear the flapping of wings and a scrabbling on the tower wall. Normally they'd ignore it, as the grphyons that Zephros keeps are constantly coming and going, but something is suspicious. Zastu sneaks outside and counts the missionaries and vultures there—only seven of nine of them are there. She goes back inside to tell the party. They are very offended by the presumptuousness of these cultists missionaries!!! To be continued...
Spells cast:
Mirri:
Abilities:
Cantrips: Mage Hand
Spells: Calm Emotions
Slots used: 0/4 1st; 1/3 2nd; Regained: All (multiple rests)
Rysiel:
Cantrips: Create Bonfire
Spells:
Slots used: 0/4 1st; 0/3 2nd Regained: All (multiple rests)
Teir:
Cleric abilities:
Cantrips:
Spells:
Rituals:
Slots used: Warlock 0/2 Cleric 0/2 1st Regained: All (multiple rests)
Killcount:
Mirri: 0 Rysiel: 0 Teir: 0 Zastu: 0
Treasure looted:
Supplies for 4 minor Potions of Healing (bought for 12gp ea. by Zastu)
Made 2 minor Potions of Healing (Zastu)
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Aalto
REQUESTED BY: Anon (#2 to #92) and @bluefloret (#93) Answered under the read more!
TW: Self harm (43 & 44), Alcohol (55), extremely vague nsfw I guess? (57)
Basics:
2. What is their sexuality? He’s mlm!
3. What is the meaning behind their name? Do they have any nicknames? When I first began writing Double Bloom 8 years ago, it was WAY different. However, Aalto is the least changed character all the way up to his name. Aalto is a Finnish surname meaning “wave,” because originally he was going to specialize in elemental magic, namely water. Unfortunately, Aalto’s doesn’t have any nicknames, although he gives everyone around him a nickname.
4. Do they have any siblings? How many? Are they older or younger? Which sibling are they the closest with? He was raised with no siblings!
5. What’s their relationship with their parents like? What about other relatives? Aalto was adopted by Destiny, who acts as a parental figure. Her brother, Iain, acts more as a teacher than a familial presence. While Destiny is very maternal and kind to Aalto, giving them a mother-son relationship, Iain is harsh and ignorant of Aalto’s ambitions.
6. What would they give their life for? The people who show him compassion.
7. Are they in a romantic relationship? With who? How did they meet? At the start of the story, Aalto is not in a romantic relationship. :)
8. What do they believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them? Aalto was raised by Iain and Destiny with the concept that when he dies, his consciousness will fade into nothingness, and his body will be left for nature to consume. As a child it scared him, and Destiny would often brighten his spirits by saying that his passing would allow the world’s magic to grow much stronger, allowing him to breathe easy.
9. What is their favorite color? Favorite animal? Purple and stingrays!
10. What are some of their talents/skills? Using magic!
11. If they could make a mark on history, what would they like it to be? Aalto would wish to make an impact with the use of his magic, whether as an acceptance among non-magic users or as a powerful caster.
12. How old are they? When is their birthday? Aalto is 22, and although the calendar for double bloom is different than ours, his birthday in our world would be February 26th.
13. What do they do for fun? He doodles and hangs out with Kadence!
14. What is their favorite food? How often do they get to eat it? Aalto’s favorite food is a pasta that Destiny will make on special requests (rare) or when she notices Aalto is feeling down (often).
15. What was something their parents taught them? Aalto trains in magic AT LEAST once a week, at most every single day.
16. Are they religious? There’s not really much religion in this world, however, for how little there is, Aalto is not remotely religious.
17. Where were they born? Who knows!!!
18. What languages can they speak? Where did they learn these languages? There’s not multiple languages at this point, so Aalto essentially speaks common.
19. What is their occupation? Aalto is a mage-in-training!
20. Do they have any titles? How did they earn them? At the beginning of the story, Aalto has no official titles.
Personality:
21. What is their favorite thing about their personality? His favorite thing about his own personality is that he is easy to get along with.
22. What is their least favorite thing about their personality? His least favorite thing about his personality is how he will trust more easily than he thinks he should.
23. Do they get lonely easily? Yes.
24. Do you know their MBTI type? Aalto is INFP
25. What is their biggest flaw? His biggest flaw is the ingrained ideals he nearly fully regarding trust and strength being in magic use.
26. Are they aware of their flaws? No.
27. What is their biggest strength? Aalto’s biggest strength is his persistence and dedication to whatever his current ambitions.
28. Are they aware of their strengths? Yes.
29. How would they describe their own personality? “Trustworthy.”
30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”? Fight, immediately drawn up a spell and is prepared to get the hell out after kicking back whatever this threat is.
31. Does this character ever put somebody else’s needs before their own? Who do they do this for? How often do they do this? Oh yeah. Since they first met, Aalto has ALWAYS put Kadence’s needs before his own. Thankfully, the dude will often make this realized and help Aalto take care of himself. Aalto will do the same for the others around, albeit less often and to a lesser degree. (Ex: Kadence is priority number one while Aalto will wait for an opportunity to help for others.)
32. What is their self esteem like? His self esteem is low, but he doesn’t let it show to others.
33. What is their biggest fear? How would they react to having to face it? His biggest fear is failing, and in the face of it, he panics. He wouldn’t admit it, but he does have a fear of water as well, and in the face of it would attempt every possibility of avoiding it.
34. How easily do they trust others with their secrets? With their lives? Aalto only trusts Kadence with a few choice secrets. He would rather other people trust him with secrets and their lives than him to them.
35. What is the easiest way to annoy them? Ask him too many questions or touch him too much. This applies to when you do the same to his friends.
36. What is their sense of humor like? Give an example of a joke they would find humorous. Aalto ADORES puns.
37. How easy is it for them to say “I love you”? Do they say it without meaning it? It may not seem like it, but it is surprisingly easy for Aalto to say “I love you,” and it always has a heavy meaning. He reserves this for the people closest to him, who he genuinely cares for and will protect.
38. What do others admire most about their personality? People admire his dedication. Aalto will do what it takes to achieve what he needs to achieve.
39. What does their happily ever after look like? Successful mage, possibly living in the Kingdom of Nucifera as the Royal Mage, a position that was removed years ago.
40. Who do they trust most? Is that trust mutual? Aalto trusts Kadence the most, and it’s reciprocated very heavily. Without Kadence, Aalto trusts Destiny the most, and that is mutual as well.
Physical Profile:
41. What does their laugh sound like? Do they snort when they laugh? How often do they laugh? Aalto’s laugh is very loud and sudden, almost sharp but warm. He doesn’t really snort when he laughs, but it has happened before. He only really laughs with Kadence.
42. What is their favorite thing about their physical appearance? His favorite thing about his physical appearance is his hair.
43. What is their least favorite thing about their physical appearance? His least favorite thing about his physical appearance is his scars and his chest.
44. Do they have any scars? If so, what are the stories behind those scars? He has some self harm scars on his thighs and left hand, and scars scattered on his left arm (hand to shoulder) from magic use gone wrong during training.
45. How would they describe their own appearance? “Plain.”
46. How easily can they express emotions? How easily can they hide emotions? Aalto has worked on expressing his emotions for a long time, so he’s doin way better at that, but he’s really good at hiding emotions. Whenever he gets hurt, there’s no reaction. When him and Kadence are behind closed doors, K gets him to let it out.
47. What’s their pain tolerance like? Aalto doesn’t really realize this until he’s around Kadence for long enough, but the dude has a SUPER high pain tolerance.
48. Do they have any tattoos? What are the stories behind those tattoos? No tattoos.
49. Do they have any piercings? Nope!
50. How would you describe their style of clothing? How would they describe their style of clothing? He wears clothing that works best for his comfort over his environment or quality. It’s loose, and he’d describe it as the same, he owns up to it.
51. What is their height? Weight? 6′ and 216 lbs
52. What is their body type? Are they muscular, chubby, skinny, etc? He’s got a little bit of body fat, but he’s got very little muscle.
53. What is their hair color? Eye color? Skin tone? Blond hair, brown eyes, light skin that won’t burn but will tan not very noticeably.
54. What is their current hairstyle? What have been some of their past hairstyles? Which was their favorite hairstyle? Aalto’s hair has always been the same, aside from his part shifting over time. His current is his favorite.
55. What is their alcohol tolerance like? What kind of drunk are they? How bad are their hangovers? His alcohol tolerance is high, and he never gets drunk and never gets hangovers, all due to spells Destiny asked to cast on Aalto, despite the fact that he doesn’t drink.
56. What do they smell like? Why do they smell like this? (Is it the things they’re around or a perfume they wear?) Aalto always smells like vanilla, no matter what! Backfire to a spell he cast once.
57. How do they feel about sex? Are they a virgin? Sex is whatever, I’m not gonna go into it.
58. What is their most noticeable physical attribute? His hair!
59. What does their resting face look like? Do they have RBF? He has a very flat resting face, he doesn’t bother to smile or otherwise acknowledge anyone unless they’re a friend or working with him. He’s close to having an RBF. He looks more bored.
60. Describe the way they sleep. Aalto will switch between totally sprawling out and entirely curling up on himself. If he ever rests in the same room as anyone else, he’ll curl up. If he’s alone or relaxed, he’ll sprawl out. It takes him a while to get to sleep, and he often wakes up multiple times during the night. He always wakes up in a sweat.
Environment:
61. Which season is their favorite season? He enjoys Autumn the most, it’s a good middle ground between hot and cold. Plus Vel makes special goods during that time.
62. Have they ever been betrayed? How did it affect their ability to trust others? Aalto has had his trust broken by Iain in a few ways, and it causes him to be wary of others long enough for him to understand their character.
63. What is always guaranteed to make them smile? Kadence.
64. Do they get cold easily? Do they get overheated easily? Aalto gets cold easily, but doesn’t overheat easily.
65. What’s their immune system like? Do they get sick often? How do they react to getting sick? Destiny saw Aalto get sick once and cast a spell to keep Aalto from ever getting sick again. The most he gets is the sniffles and drowsiness, and that’s only when people around him are sick.
66. Where do they live? Do they like it there? Aalto lives with Iain and Destiny in their home in the middle of the desert and with Kadence in the castle when necessary. His life at home is bittersweet, with tough training and a routine, and life at the castle is delicate and uncertain. While he’s there, while not shunned or looked down upon, he is given glances because he’s not one of their own. Not that he cares. It really matters that Kadence doesn’t think that. Either way, Aalto makes it work, finding the one person or people who help make the living space a home for himself.
67. Is their bedroom messy? What about their bathroom? Kitchen? Living room? His bedroom is a little messy, but his bathroom is more disorganized. The kitchen and living room, being shared with Destiny and Iain, are very disorganized and chaotic.
68. How did their environment growing up affect their personality? Aalto, growing up in the desert under the sun, is tough, determined, and passionate.
69. How did the people in their environment growing up affect their personality? OHHH boy well, Aalto really just grew up around Iain and Destiny, who had totally different impacts on his personality. Destiny raised Aalto and taught him empathy, morals, lessons, common sense, and compassion for the world around them. Iain taught Aalto facts, the worst of the world around them, what Aalto was going to see and know in the world. Both shaped Aalto into a logical person, however, with Iain’s heartless teachings, Aalto made a choice to act with compassion and empathy before bitterness.
70. How do they feel about animals? Do they have any pets? The only wildlife that WE know are very scarce and limited to dense woods or very abandoned areas. However, there are quite a few mythological creatures around, and there are a few that live at Aalto’s home. There’s a Cerberus and a Griffin, however, none of the residents consider them pets so much as family.
71. How are they with children? Do they have any? Do they want any? He’s alright with children, but is scared of havin ‘em or Being Responsible.
72. Would they rather have stability or comfort? Comfort. He would consider stability, but he would prefer an unstable home full of comfort, because that’s what he’s used to.
73. Do they prefer the indoors or outdoors? Indoors. Outdoors means training and defense to him.
74. What weather is their favorite? Do they like storms? Aalto enjoys cloudy weather, the kind where it makes everything around him go dark. No rain, no storms, nothing but the sun’s light blocked out and a cool temperature.
75. If given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen? He’d write down his thoughts, nothing secretive, and doodle senselessly.
76. How organized are they? Organized enough for his room and bathroom to be a bit of a mess.
77. What is their most prized possession? While most think it’s his music player, it’s actually a single Polaroid picture of him smiling with Kadence. He read about a camera that immediately produces a physical image and when he told Kadence about it, Kadence said that it would be the greatest thing to have a physical image of them to keep while Aalto was away. Aalto scavenged for it by himself for days, refusing help from Destiny. When he got the Polaroid, he immediately snuck out to revisit Kadence. They trade it off with every visit. Aalto keeps it in a specially made compartment in his prosthetic. (Kadence keeps it under his pillow when he sleeps, and in his chest pocket when he’s awake.)
78. Who do they consider to be their best friend? Kadence.
79. What is their economic situation? Doing fairly well, makes do with what Iain and Destiny give. He politely declines any offers from Kadence.
80. Are they a morning person or a night owl? Morning person.
Miscellaneous:
81. Are they bothered by the sight of blood? Nope! As a child he was, but rigorous training with Iain wore his fears down to annoyance.
82. What is their handwriting like? Very neat. Destiny learned to write from printed books with neat print, so she mimicked that and taught Aalto to do the same.
83. Can they swim? How well? Do they like to swim? NOPE to everything. Aalto doesn’t know how to swim and will only go into knee deep water at most. Anything above he needs someone to hold on to.
84. Which deadly sin do they represent best?
Aalto - Wrath Kadence - Greed Mochi - Pride Vel - Envy Cy - Gluttony
85. Do they believe in ghosts? Sort of. He believes in consciousness after death, but not a presence that stays in the world.
86. How do they celebrate holidays? How do they celebrate birthdays? Aalto actually never grew up with any holidays other than his own birthday. To celebrate he goes ALL OUT. When he meets Kadence and knows his birthday, Aalto goes so hard and K gets super embarrassed.
87. What is something they regret? He regrets ever tampering in magic beyond his level, which caused him to lose his arm.
88. Do they have an accent? A Finnish accent!
89. What is their D&D alignment? True neutral
90. Are they right or left handed? He’s ambidextrous! Before he lost his right arm, he was right handed, and now using it for any task other than magic is tiring for him. So: magic stuff = right handed, non-magic stuff = left handed.
91. If they were a tweet, what tweet would they be?
92. Describe them as a John Mulaney gif.
93. What’s the most iconic line of dialogue they’ve ever said? "In this world there are a determinate amount of certainties...”
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OC Interview
1. Choose an OC.
2. Answer them as that OC.
3. Tag 5 people to do the same. (Tag as many as you wish) Leaving this as an open tag, feel free to do it if you want!
@captainofthefallen said anyone could do this and well since she did her D&D character and mentioned mine in her interview I just have to share Kaimi now by default.
(Kaimi’s physical features are based on Keisha Castle Hughes.)
1. What is your name?
She holds out her hand for you to shake. “Kaimi.” Her tone and smile are warm, but also a little businesslike. She has an Irish accent, and there is something very grounded about her, even though she seems relaxed.
2. Do you know why you are named that?
“My name means the seeker. I was never sure why I was called that, since I never knew my parents. I was an orphan of the Empire. But recently I’ve learned things that make me wonder... if I was named that so I could seek out my people.”
3. Are you single or taken?
She blushes and smiles. “Taken.”
4. Have any abilities or powers?
She shakes her head. “Unless you count rounding up these numbskulls as a special ability... not really?”
5. Stop being a Mary sue.
“Sorry, my name is Kaimi, K-A-I-M-I.”
6. What’s your eye color?
Brown.
7. How about your hair color?
Brown.
8. Have any family members?
Biological, not that I know of. But I have my mother, who raised me, and my many siblings from the orphanage, and Sid, Alvyn, and Zia, my... well not officially adopted but my adopted children. Corda and Tharv feel like family. Corda’s my best friend.
9. Oh? How about pets?
She holds up a rather large dog. It looks like a husky, except there are three heads where there should be one. All three heads pant happily. “This is Cuchulain, he’s my baby boy. Raised him from a pup.” She puts the dog down and pets his heads. “And then there’s Thunder, my gray render.” She gestures to a large... something, a creature that’s like a cross between a jacked up hippo and a gorilla, with large rows of sharp teeth and yellow spider eyes.
The animal, Thunder, bellows gently and licks Kaimi with his large tongue. Kaimi laughs. “And then there’s Scales.”
“Fuck you!” an Australian-accented voice yells from offscreen.
“Kidding!” Kaimi replies cheerfully.
10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?
Kaimi’s eyes get very hard and dark. “Wizards,” she says, her tone as light and sharp as a glass dagger. She does not elaborate.
11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?
“I cook. I’m not too bad at it, if I may say so myself. Parenting this lot, which isn’t so much a hobby as a full-time job.”
12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?
“Yes.” Again, she does not elaborate. There is a heaviness to her tone.
13. Ever…killed anyone before?
“When I had to.” She pauses. “It’s not something I overall enjoy. But it comes with the territory, you know.”
14. What kind of animal are you?
Kaimi brightens. “Oh, I love these questions! I think I would be a capybara. They adopt animals that aren’t their own and mother them. They’re highly social and I think they’re quite cute. And they’re herbivores!”
15. Name your worst habits.
Kaimi chews on her bottom lip. Her voice, when she speaks, is a bit dull, as though she does not like to speak of this. “I’ll do anything to protect my family. Sometimes that means I can be... overzealous. And I’m... I’m rather cold-hearted. I try not to be. But I’ve manipulated people before, to achieve my goals. And I don’t regret it. I plan to do it again. To eliminate the Empire...” She shrugs. “I’ll do whatever it takes. And if that means lying or killing the right people or whatever in order to get it to fall... then that’s the price I pay. I’m a mastermind. It’s what I’m good at--not just people but, getting people to believe me and do what I say.”
16. Do you look up to anyone at all?
“My mother,” she says without skipping a beat. “She went through so much, lost two loves of her life, her son, raised this orphanage all by herself... she’s the strongest, kindest person I know.”
17. Are you gay, straight, or bisexual?
Kaimi cocks her head to the side, an amused smile on her face. “I think you’re forgetting a few. Asexual, demisexual... but for the record, I’m bisexual.”
18. Did you attend school?
“Not as such, although Mother would teach us all, we had lessons every day.”
19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?
There is a crash from another room, followed by a teenage male voice and a woman in her twenties both yelling, “EVERYTHING’S FINE!” simultaneously.
Kaimi sighs. “I think I’ve got enough kids already, don’t you?
“As for marriage... Talon isn’t... we haven’t really... it’s not. We’re not. Typical. I don’t know if we’d ever have a proper ceremony or anything. But I want to spend the rest of my life with him, and that’s what matters.”
20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?
“I’m... what? What are those?”
21. What are you most afraid of?
“Losing the people I love.” That hard look enters her eyes again. “But it won’t come to that.” Her voice is once again light and sharp.
22. What do you usually wear?
Kaimi gestures at herself. “This.” She’s wearing light armor, well made, out of a metal that is both dark and shining. It was clearly made just for her, tailored to her body. “Talon made it for me. Along with these.” She pats the daggers at her hips. “It was his first gift to me.” Her voice shines with affection.
23. What’s one food that tempts you?
“My mother’s soup, oh my Guides, you need to try it.”
24. Am I annoying you?
“Not at all!”
25. Well, it’s not over!
Kaimi laughs. “Keep firing away, then!”
26. What class are you (Low/middle/high)?
“I was an orphan, so, quite low on the totem pole in the Empire. Now, I’m not sure. What class are hero-adventurers?”
27. How many friends do you have?
“Not many, but they’re good ones. Corda, Tharv, Ghazril, Keung... Scales when he’s not annoying me... So just the five, I suppose.”
28. What are your thoughts on pie?
“Pie is absolutely delish. Did you ask Corda about this? Is this why she’s asking me about pie?”
29. Favorite drink?
“A good red wine. People actually tend to assume I’m a lightweight.” Kaimi winks at you. “They’d be wrong.”
30. What’s your favorite place?
“It’s a tie. My mother’s orphanage, where I grew up, or...” Kaimi blushes, looking down at her fingers. “My bedroom with Talon, in Tharv’s shop.”
31. Are you interested in anyone?
Kaimi yells into another room. “Talon? Would you say I’m interested in you?”
“I assume so?” is the reply. “I mean if not that makes all the sex and love declarations kind of awkward.”
32. That was a stupid question…
Kaimi smirks. “Yes. Yes it was.”
33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?
“I’ve never been to a lake, actually. I suppose the ocean, then. I’d like to try a lake, though.”
34. What’s your type?
“If we’re looking at my track record, psychopaths.”
35. Any fetishes?
“Now, now, you’ll have to buy me dinner first before you can ask those kind of questions.”
36. Camping or outdoors?
“Isn’t camping and outdoors the same thing?” Kaimi stands up, brushing off her lap. “It was lovely talking to you. Feel free to stop by any time. Don’t mind the Beholder, Tharv’s lovely and he won’t eat you.” She winks, and walks off to investigate the suspicious crashing from a few moments ago.
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Let’s go a throwback shall we? 1 - 150 please :)
1.Who was the last person you held hands with?jussss some girl ;)2.Are you outgoing or shy?when I first get to know someone, more on the shy side but more outgoing after that.
3.Who are you looking forward to seeing?my family when I go home in September :)
4.Are you easy to get along with?I like to think so, hahaha
5.If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?she has and would :)
6.What kind of people are you attracted to?my girlfriend
7.Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?sure do.
8.Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?no one until this was asked so now my brother, lol
9.Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?depends on who it is with I guess.
10.Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?probably Steph
11.What does the most recent text that you sent say?“no”
12.What are your 5 favorite songs right now?this question is too hard
13.Do you like it when people play with your hair?yesssss
14.Do you believe in luck and miracles?somewhat
15.What good thing happened this summer?I moved in with Stephanie :)
16.Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?everyday
17.Do you think there is life on other planets?how should I know?
18.Do you still talk to your first crush?nope
19.Do you like bubble baths?yessss
20.Do you like your neighbors?I don’t really know them
21.What are you bad habits?picking at my fingernails
22.Where would you like to travel?anywhere really
23.Do you have trust issues?until I know you
24.Favorite part of your daily routine?taking a nap
25.What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?LOL
26.What do you do when you wake up?snooze the alarm for about a half hour
27.Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?doesn’t matter?
28.Who are you most comfortable around?my family, Steph, her family
29.Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?I wouldn’t care if they did
30.Do you ever want to get married?yes
31.If your hair long enough for a pony tail?it is
32.Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?I don’t know?
33.Spell your name with your chin.no thanks
34.Do you play sports? What sports?I played softball for over 10 years
35.Would you rather live without TV or music?TV
36.Have you ever liked someone and never told them?hahahaha yess, in high school
37.What do you say during awkward silences?nothing, lol
38.Describe your dream girl/guy?Steph
39.What are your favorite stores to shop in?Ulta, LUSH, anything like that really
40.What do you want to do after high school?I’ve been out of high school for 8 years....
41.Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?depends on the situation I guess
42.If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?I’m probably anxious and in my head
43.Do you smile at strangers?why not, brighten someones day
44.Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?outer spaceeeee
45.What makes you get out of bed in the morning?work
46.What are you paranoid about?I don’t know
47.Have you ever been high?yes
48.Have you ever been drunk?yes
49.Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds outabout?nope
50.What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?grey
51.Ever wished you were someone else?nope
52.One thing you wish you could change about yourself?I wasn’t so tired all the time
53.Favourite makeup brand?that’s a toughhhh one
54.Favourite store?Ulta
55.Favourite blog?I don’t know
56.Favourite colour?green
57.Favourite food? I don’t really have one
58.Last thing you ate?rice last night
59.First thing you ate this morning?I haven’t yet
60.Ever won a competition? For what?I’m not sure
61.Been suspended/expelled? For what?nope
62.Been arrested? For what?nope
63.Ever been in love? I have
64.Tell us the story of your first kiss?LOL
65.Are you hungry right now?nope
66.Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?the only on from tumblr I talk to for the most part is Steph
67.Facebook or Twitter?Twitter
68.Twitter or Tumblr?Tumblr
69.Are you watching tv right now?nope
70.Names of your bestfriends? Rory & Lakyn
71.Craving something? What?not really, I dont feel good
72.What colour are your towels?pink, grey, and white stripes
72.How many pillows do you sleep with?two
73.Do you sleep with stuffed animals?no, just blakey
74.How many stuffed animals do you think you have?one
75.Favourite animal?penguins
76.What colour is your underwear?dark blue? I don’t remember honestly
77.Chocolate or Vanilla?vanilla
78.Favourite ice cream flavour?cookie dough
79.What colour shirt are you wearing?white
80.What colour pants?jeans
81.Favourite tv show?Grey’s Anatomy & OITNB
82.Favourite movie?Little Rascals
83.Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?Mean Girls
84.Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?never seen 21 Jump Street
85.Favourite character from Mean Girls?don’t have one
86.Favourite character from Finding Nemo?I don’t care enough to have one, lol
87.First person you talked to today?Stephanie
88.Last person you talked to today?it’s only 6am, lol
89.Name a person you hate?LOL LOL LOL
90.Name a person you love?Stephanie ;)
91.Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?I could, hahha
92.In a fight with someone?nope
93.How many sweatpants do you have?like 3
94.How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?a couple
95.Last movie you watched?To All the Boys I Have Loved96.Favourite actress?Sophia Bush
97.Favourite actor?I don’t know
98.Do you tan a lot?nope99.Have any pets?at home we have a dog, two cats, and two rats
100.How are you feeling?sick AF
101.Do you type fast?I guess so
102.Do you regret anything from your past?I answered this already103.Can you spell well?LOL no
104.Do you miss anyone from your past?just people that have passed, if you’re not in my life you probably haven’t made the effort to be.
105.Ever been to a bonfire party?yess
106.Ever broken someone’s heart?I might have? I don’t know
107.Have you ever been on a horse?no
108.What should you be doing?sleeping. jk I’m at work and don’t have any clients today
109.Is something irritating you right now?the fact that I am sick and I am at work
110.Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?I guess
111.Do you have trust issues?depends.
112.Who was the last person you cried in front of?Stephanie probably
113.What was your childhood nickname?didn’t have one
114.Have you ever been out of your province/state?just moved out of state, actually
115.Do you play the Wii?nope
116.Are you listening to music right now?yeah
117.Do you like chicken noodle soup?I bought some for lunch today actually
118.Do you like Chinese food?YES
119.Favourite book?I don’t have one
120.Are you afraid of the dark?slightly
121.Are you mean?I don’t think I am
122.Is cheating ever okay?no
123.Can you keep white shoes clean?hardly
124.Do you believe in love at first sight?I don’t know
125.Do you believe in true love?yes
126.Are you currently bored?if I wasn’t would I be answering all of these?
127.What makes you happy?my family, my girlfriend, sleeping
128.Would you change your name?nope
129.What your zodiac sign?Scorpio
130.Do you like subway?like the sandwich place? I guess
131.Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?I’m gay. so if he.
132.Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?I think Steph
133.Favourite lyrics right now?I don’t know?
134.Can you count to one million?I don’t want to
135.Dumbest lie you ever told?you expect me to remember that?
136.Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?closed
137.How tall are you?5′6
138.Curly or Straight hair?straight
139.Brunette or Blonde?blonde
140.Summer or Winter?winter
141.Night or Day?night
142.Favourite month?November!
143.Are you a vegetarian?nope
144.Dark, milk or white chocolate?milk
145.Tea or Coffee?coffeeeeee
146.Was today a good day?it’s only 6am - so we will see
147.Mars or Snickers?snickers
148.What’s your favourite quote?I’d have to think about that, I like a lot of them
149.Do you believe in ghosts?eh
150.Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s thefirst line on that page?
We are not perfect creatures.
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Thanks to the lovely @interestedbystanderwrites for taking the time to answer these! Get to know more about lovely Cass, go give her a follow and then show her some love!
These questions are from this list. You should check it out, there’s 50 questions all together and they’d be great to ask your favorite fic writer!
1) How old were you when you first starting writing fan-fiction?
Ha! I was a teenager and it was Backstreet Boys – and smut didn’t exist the same way it does now but that’s another opinion for another day. What I wrote then was cutesy and romantic, probably because that was what I was daydreaming about, I guess. Just a reminder that my blog is NSFW if you’re under 18.
2) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.
I think I can get more depth from an OC but you also risk the Mary-Sue and you may pigeonhole your OC in race, sexuality etc. That can really open a can of worms with the reader, which is wholly understandable. Reader inserts are great in the way you can make it 100% person to the reader. They should imagine themselves (if that’s their choice) and not feel that the writer has alienated them in any way somehow but it is still difficult to please everybody.
3) What is your favorite genre to write for?
I like fluff – I like things that make you smile at the end, give the reader a little cuddle to maybe brighten their day.
4) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?
One that never made my masterlist – a Spider-Man super angst titled “How Long Do You Want to be Loved?”. I thought it as okay, pretty good even – but I guess people just want Bucky or Sebastian smut haha I hear you all!
5) When is your preferred time to write?
Morning when the little guy is napping ☺ Evening is hard because it’s when I play adulting catch up… or try not to fall asleep on the couch.
6) Where do you take your inspiration from?
I have a very overactive imagination, always have. And for most of my fics, I guess it’s pretty obviously the beautiful aesthetics of Sebastian Stan and to a lesser extent, Bucky Barnes.
7) In your Time Only Flies When You’re Around Series, what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?
Chapters 27 and 28 of TOFWYA – more so 28 as you get a pretty interesting insight into Sasha’s and Sebastian’s ways of coping when they’re out of sync. Long story short, they’re a mess.
8) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?
Luckily – none! The joys of a smolblog maybe?
9) Who is your favorite character to write for? Why?
I love writing for Buckster – he’s a complex devil and has a lot of layers to work with and a body to die for. Thumbs up for the material, Sebastian.
10) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?
As per mentioned before – Peter Parker. That fic scarred me.
11) How did you come up with the title for the Time Only Flies When You’re Around Series?
It’s actually a song lyric as are the first few chapter titles: Belinda Carlisle – Valentine
I made a rule about you, I made a plan // For getting my feet back on the ground // Bury my face in clouds, for hours on end // But time only flies when you're around
12) How did you come up with the idea for the Time Only Flies When You’re Around Series?
I was just writing some stuff, pissfarting around and all of a sudden I’d written something similar to what Chapter 22 ended up being and that’s how it all began. 150k words of nonsense really.
13) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?
Many – but there is a long Bucky multichap fic that deserves more of my attention. As his story has evolves via MCU, the story has changed a little.
14) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?
I write one shots to TOFWYA, I don’t think I could write the sequel to it though. I’ve considered a full fic for Take Me to the Water but I doubt I will for an AU. Any sequels will be little one shots so at this stage, there is nothing planned.
15) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?
I ended Next Year very kitsch – I regret the last sentence as it currently is: You gave him a small smile, overwhelmed by his words. “I love you too, Bucky Barnes.” Blurgh.
16) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?
How much time do you have for me to talk about @whostheblondegirlwriting? Truly. My fandom soul mate. We are separated by far too many kilometres and time zones, but between her job and me mummying, we’re chatting at all hours of the day. She is a true gem and I adore her.
17) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?
Luckily, it’s not available on A03 or Tumblr, but it’s still online elsewhere because I thought about it a few weeks ago – it was a Lords of Dogtown fic… and it was not good. Saying that, anything before that I would cringe at anything I’d written anyway ha!
18) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?
Definitely music or the sound of the baby monitor that I find quite soothing.
19) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?
Argh. “How Long Do You Want to be Loved” messed me up. Too many parental feels.
20) Which part of your Time Only Flies When You’re Around Series was the hardest to write?
The proposal. I went over it a thousand times. I thought, should it be romantic, should it be grand, should it be this or that? How it happened, just a couple in love, in the city they love, being themselves just seemed to fit when it finally came together.
21) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?
I occasionally outline – but mostly I just write, write, write and then start toying with it afterwards. I’m constantly chopping and changing, but I’m not pedantic about planning. It isn’t that kind of fic. Other multichaps I put a bit more planning and emphasis on.
22) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fan-fiction?
You’re only as good as your last fic and its reblogs. If you’re going to get hung up on likes/reblogs/comments, you’ll never publish something again. But it can be bloody disheartening at times.
23) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?
Time Only Flies When You’re Around? Haha busted my ass on that beast for over a year. It has the hits but likes and comments are encouraging when received. When. I always considered publishing it on Tumblr, but I don’t know. It’s freely available on A03.
24) In contrast to 23 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?
Smut talks – I think Heatstroke is a little silly. But it gets hits.
25) Are any of your characters based on real people?
Nope – any characters, inc OC’s are all fictional. I don’t know if I could handle people in my real life if they were like my OC’s!
26) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?
Any body that takes the time to leave a ‘yes!’, ‘omg’ to paragraphs of reiterating your story back to you – it’s amazing! Taking the time to leave a writer a comment makes our day.
27) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?
It still makes me laugh when I read it, not quite verbatim but it was along the lines of ‘I loved this fic but it’s gone a total 180. I’ll see how you continue but you know, I’m probably out of here’. While I know you can’t please anyone, it’s a strange comment. I’m old enough to appreciate constructive criticism. This was neither here nor there, but still hilarious!
28) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?
Back to my love, @whostheblondegirlwriting, we’re constantly taunting the other or beta’ing each others stuff when we have time to help the other (let alone write our own stuff!).
29) Do people know you write fan-fiction?
In real life? No. On this hellsite? I have made some amazing writing friends!
30) What’s you favorite minor character you’ve written?
Ollie in TOFWYA – she’s a completely stereotypical New Yorker, brash, in your face and on the other hand, Sasha’s best friend in the world and they’d do anything for each other. If you knew Ollie in real life, you’d absolutely hate her.
31) What spurs you on during the writing process?
People simply enjoying your work and letting you know is the most amazing aphrodisiac. I’ll never stop writing – whether it’s for myself or for other people to enjoy. Don’t ever be scared to let a writer know if you’ve enjoyed their work or if you haven’t, a writer should be able to accept your constructive criticism and will probably appreciate your feedback if you take the time to provide it respectfully! If you’re going to go on anon and talk shit, just don’t bother. It’s boring, childish and completely unoriginal. Shows true testament to your personality offline.
32) What’s your favorite trope to write?
Friends to Lovers. THEY WERE FRIENDS AND NOW THEY ARE… LOVERS!
33) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?
Not a clue – but will assume it’s Backstreet Boys-related!
34) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?
Smut will get you the hits but fluff is forever.
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The Door (Chapter 11)
An Undertale Fanfiction by: Topaz Shadowwolf Undertale is owned by: Toby Fox Setting: Post neutral run when Papyrus dies with chapter intros being before the child fell. Relationships: Sans and Toriel is the main focus, with a little bit of Undyne and Alphys Rating: I’m thinking Teen? Heads up: There is some depressed thoughts, feelings of worthlessness/wanting to die, mention of major character death, and the occasional bad word. Oh, and flowey being flowey, so you know, psychological/physical trauma. I really don’t want to say much more since I really don’t want to spoil anything further down the road…
You can read it on AO3! Here is Ch 10 Ch 9 Ch 8 Ch 7 Ch 6 Ch 5 Ch 4 Ch 3, Ch 2, and Ch 1 on Tumbler.
Random thoughts from the writer about this chapter: I am so happy I was able to get this done on time for the last day of Soriel Week. I’m sure many of you will be too busy reading all the fics that have been submitted for the week, and if you haven’t yet, I encourage you to. But, for this fic and me as a writer, Soriel Week means a lot. It gave me the courage to post the first chapter of The Door when I saw the reactions people had to my one shots last year. I thank all of you for sticking with me, and I hope you had a wonderful week, and year, filled with beautiful Soriel!
I also want to thank the artists who have drawn something for this fic, be sure to check them out: JDylah_da_Kylah from A03 posted this beautiful piece on chapter six of the comment section: With permission I posed it here on Tumblr.
For chapter 8, @blaiddsumu made this beautiful piece of art: Found here.
Just this week, @poisondilu drew a comic of one of the scenes in chapter 5, which I am still marveling at: Found here.
Also recently, @skeleplatypus drew these, one from chapter 8 and the other from 9: Found here.
The Door
Chapter 11: No longer Under a-rested
"hey, uh, lady?"
"Yes?" Toriel responded. The two had been sitting in silence for a while. Each reading their own thing, only occasionally interrupting the silence with a fact or a random joke that came to mind. It may seem odd, sitting near someone and not talking, but both were tired, and just wanted the company. Well, company without the added stress of needing to be funny or interesting for the night. It felt nice, familiar, just knowing he was there.
"you hear me talk about my bro, but i never hear you mention any of your family, except for the occasional hint that you have, or, well, had one," her friend said. He then quickly added, "sorry if that was a little... uh... nose-y," he laughed, she wasn't sure why. It's not like he could see her long snout. Perhaps he had one himself?
"No, it is alright," she then sighed, quietly, "My family is gone, and I guess I don't like talking about them because of that. Not that they aren't on my mind, much like your brother." She closed her eyes, feeling her heartache at the memories of children’s’ laughter, and even the booming laugh of the man she once called husband. "But those memories are now a painful reminder of what was. Perhaps, one day I will wish to speak to you about them."
"but not now, huh?"
"Sadly, no," she then closed her book and looked at the door, "I hope you don't mind that."
"naw, lady, it's fine," he was quiet, either returned to reading or he was thinking on what she said. From what she has learned about him, though, she is inclined to believe he was thinking. Her suspicions where proven correct as he spoke up again, "hope you don't mind that i keep talking about my bro."
"Nonsense, I love hearing about Papyrus," she smiled, trying to imagine the large smile that has been described to her countless times.
"good, 'cause, uh, honestly nothing much happens in my life that doesn't involve him," he confessed.
"I hardly believe that, you sound like a rather interesting person," Toriel replied brightly.
"being honest here, lady, anything i have done... well, it doesn't matter," he chuckled, and she heard him turning the page of the magazine he was reading.
"On the contrary, I think it does matter," she informed him, trying to sound insistent while remaining friendly. "You're being here to keep me company matters to me," she said cheerfully, "So, I'm sure there is plenty of other things you do that matter."
"thanks, but, uh...," he fell silent, not finishing his thought.
"But, what? There is nothing an individual does that is not important," Toriel insisted. It was clear he was in one of his moods, and it bothers her that they seem to be more often than before.
"it's," he paused then sighed, "it's different than..." He sounded oddly frustrated, like the words he wanted to say just weren't there. Again, he sighed, louder this time, before trying again, "it's not like the normal kind of 'not mattering.'"
"How so?"
"like, uh, how best to describe this...," she heard rustling of paper, and figured he was fidgeting with the magazine while he thought. "okay, have you ever had a dream, like a really vivid dream, where you do something only to wake up and realize it never happened?"
"I have had such dreams a few times. More in the past when I was with my family," Toriel replied.
"it's like that."
With a tilted head, she thought about what he just said, but she wanted to make sure she fully understood what he meant. To verify, she asked "Are you trying to say, everything you've done was in your sleep? I know you say you sleep a lot, but I hardly think that is the case."
"heh, naw. but, might as well have," he said in that tone she hates so much. He brightened up, before saying, "anyway, when, or if, you're ever ready to talk about your family, i'll listen."
Of his tones of voice, she much preferred that one. It sounded relaxed, almost happy. She rested her head against the door and smiled, "I know, and thank you. But can you please not speak so ill of yourself again? You're my friend, and I don't like anyone talking about you like that, even yourself."
"no promises, but i'll try, sound fair?"
"For now, Dishes, yes," she then smiled, "speaking of families, what do you call a female monster with children?"
There was a definite chuckle, and she wonders if he knows the answer, but will feign ignorance to hear her give the punch line, "don't know lady, what do you call 'em?"
"A momster!" she said brightly. That was always one of her favorite type of puns and jokes. Even the "your momma" jokes, to an extent, could make her laugh even though she was sure she was supposed to take offense to them. Still, you can't be hurt by something you accept as your own, right? Well, they aren't meant for civilized joke telling, and she wasn't sure how her friend would react to them. So, she’ll stick the with the milder mother jokes for now. What mattered to her was how much he had laughed at her pun, and that was a lot. And she did love that sound, which set her mind at ease. What would she do without her pun buddy?
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Shortly after picking him up, Sans was practically asleep in Toriel’s arms. He was trying to stay awake, and she felt him start to lean back to avoid drifting off. It was partly out of selfishness she hung onto him, preventing him from doing so. It had been so long since she had seen him, she wasn’t ready to let up on her hug, even if it meant he would soon be asleep.
As much as she would love to talk to him, the way he looked disturbed her, and she would rather he take this chance to rest. Which resulted in her glaring at Undyne when ordered to put him down. The notion of being ordered to release him caused her lips to curl, exposing more of her fangs. From within she could feel a growl starting to form from the protective nature taking over.
Oh, she wanted to fight. She wanted to make Undyne sorry for all of this. But right now, Sans needed her more. To properly fight Undyne, she could not be holding Sans. Yet, Sans needed to be somewhere safe, to rest, and he would worry if Toriel did get into a fight. These thoughts were conflicting, and causing her to worry about what the best course of action should be.
Then the quiet words he said, “please don't,” tore at her feelings. She heard in his voice the same desire to never be separated again. His magic felt disoriented and weak, most likely because of the vile thing on him. She doubted he was even aware his magic was trying to reach out for her own, but she could feel it. Looking at Undyne, she felt her rage, for now, put at ease. First comes the care of Sans, then, when she knows he is well, she will show this other monster her wrath. She will hold her tongue for now, and try to keep the peace.
“We should let him sleep, then try getting more answers when he wakes. In the meantime, please get this thing off him,” Toriel said, indicating the inhibitor.
She didn’t know if she was expecting a fight or argument over the removal of the inhibitor. The fact Undyne just complied, and without a word, came as a surprise. When Undyne moved closer to remove it, Toriel watched her carefully, making sure of no foul play. It didn't sound like something this proud warrior would be inclined to do, but at this point Toriel didn't know what to expect. She didn’t have any past experiences of her own to give confidence in Undyne’s honor; only word of mouth testimonials, and those she is starting to question.
“Fine, we’ll let him rest. But I don't want to wait forever. If this ‘thing’ Alphys talked about is a threat, I want to hear about it as soon as possible,” Undyne said. The inhibitor was tossed to the side far gentler than Toriel would have thrown it, even if it did hit the wall, before falling to the ground.
“I am curious myself,” Toriel forced a sigh, giving herself more time to relax before she continued speaking. With the barbaric contraption off, Sans’s magic felt stronger, which let her relax. This calmer mood allowed her to look at Undyne differently. If she were to describe the ruler she would say she looked like a wilting flower. “Since I have traveled a long way, same with Alphys, I think I will take this opportunity to rest while we wait. And perhaps, you should too,” Toriel said, offering the younger monster a friendly smile, an action far harder than it appears. “Believe me when I say, I am aware how hard it is to get sleep as a rule. But, if you don’t rest, when you can, your ability to make wise decisions decreases.”
“I don't have time, or need the lectures,” Undyne glared at Toriel. In her eyes was a clear desire to fight, her magic sparking around her hands. It seemed to be her glances to Alphys that kept her from attacking.
“U-Undyne,” Alphys said with a slight squeak, “I-I can help you after you wake. B-besides, there w-was that one series we were watching. And you h-have to see the end! I know you'll like it.”
She could see Undyne weighing her choices only to give in, “Fine, but the moment he wakes, or you wake him, I want to hear about this ‘anomaly.’”
“Of course,” Toriel replied. She then noticed Alphys shifting back, as if trying to be part of the background, “And I would like to hear more about what you know too. It never came up before, that you might have made this ‘anomaly,’ during our travels. Needless to say, I am a bit surprised by that bit of information.”
“Well, y-you see,” Alphys started, looking away.
“That is something else we can discuss later,” Undyne came to Alphys’s defense, “after we rest.”
Opening the door to the dungeon to calling for a guard, Undyne found them still there. Some were looking a little nervous, and several had char marks on their armor. Undyne shot Toriel a glare, but the boss monster didn’t care. When she arrived at the dungeon, she had asked the guards to move, and a few needed convincing before obliging. Still, Undyne ordered a guard to take Toriel to a guest room.
Knowing the guards were just following orders earlier, Toriel did apologize to them. It pleased her that most of them accepted it, though they did so while avoiding Undyne’s glares. The one that was leading her to the guest rooms, was one of those guards, and he seemed more than happy to get away from there.
It felt weird for her to be escorted to the rooms she had previously walked visitors to, while giving them a tour of the castle. Other than those few occasions, she rarely went down these halls herself. When she lived here, both with and after Asgore, she mostly was in the house, within the castle grounds, or in the throne room. Both, were not places she enjoyed being within the second time around, but she accepted that her presence there as part of her duty. Besides, there wasn't a need to go anywhere else, most of the time. Nevertheless, she had been this way enough to see Undyne had done some redecorating. That was no surprise to her, it is not uncommon for new rulers to adjust their surroundings to fit their needs or desires. And Toriel found it interesting that there were more images of past members of the guard, most of which were around during the wars on the surface.
The guard opened a door and let her into one of the rooms, which she remembered as being nicer than some of the rest. She thanked him for his service and entered before breathing a sigh of relief. Deep down, she wanted this, to be alone with her poor, tired Sans. He hadn’t stirred at all or reacted to anything since falling asleep.
She moved over to the bed in the room and tried to set Sans down, but he was still clinging to her. This made her chuckle softly and figured she was stuck like this for now. Getting into bed, she continued to hug him, resting her head against his skull, and closed her eyes. Hoping for just one last thing, she ran her fingers along his spine, gently massaging the vertebrae as she had done in the past. Sans was deep asleep and she didn’t know if it would work; so, when he started to rattle softly she couldn’t help but smile. This was a sound she could easily fall asleep to. Feeling greedy, she continued massaging his spine until she drifted off.
Not to her surprise, she was the first to wake between the two of them. At least his grip had loosened and she could finally free herself from him. Not that she was ready to let him go, but there was something that needed to be done. Staying cuddled in bed won’t help in that regard, and she was set on putting her wants behind the need. She stood and walked into the bathroom to clean up first. It felt good to wash the grit and dirt of her travel to New Home out of her fur. She just wished she had something new to change into. Having left in such a hurry, she didn’t bother grabbing anything.
Exiting the bathroom, she found Sans half curled around a pillow he started hugging in her place. She hated to leave him, but this was something she'd rather do without him there. The bedside stand didn’t have anything on it, other than a lamp, let alone something to use to write a note. She checked the draw finding a note pad and pencil and started to reach for them. Before she could, she considered how she would feel waking up to find him gone. They had been separated for too long, note or no note, it would hurt her soul to wake up to find him nowhere near.
Still, she needed to get this done before he arrived to talk to Undyne. After some thought, she knelt by the bed and started to use her right hand to pet the back of his skull. Something caught her eye that she missed the night before. There was a mark on one of his cervical vertebrae, where that “thing” had been.
She knew all too well about inhibitor burns, and that clearly was one. Biting her bottom lip to hold back the boiling feeling building inside, she first reached out and healed the damage. As her magic healed the wound she saw him start to relax, the burn must have been a constant discomfort. On his face, she saw the start of his genuine smile in his sleep. Amused by this she ran her thumb softly along the healed bone, taking care in case it was still tender.
“Sans, dear,” she says softly, and he started to curl tighter around the pillow, as if it would save him from waking. This made her giggle before she leaned forward, nuzzling the back of his skull before kissing him.
In response, Sans started to uncurl and she kept kissing, moving slowly around his skull to his mouth while sliding a paw under it to turn his head. It took a few more kisses on his mouth before she started to feel his magic tingle on her lips in a pleasurable manner. To her annoyance, his magic felt hesitant, fearful, as if expecting repercussions. Before now, and once he accepted she loved him, he very forth coming with his magic when it came to expressing love. This cautiousness was aggravating to feel from any monster in this situation. But from the one she loved?
What helped soothe her from a building anger was his boney hand, as it moves to her cheek, slipping through her fur gently. It wasn't him she was mad at, and he didn't need that feeling around him right now. Leaning back slightly, she could see his eye sockets were only half open, and his eye lights are fuzzy around the edges, but there was still a look of love in them.
“My sweet,” she said while touching his cheek, and he turned his face into her hand. The soft sound he made, to indicate he was listening, accented how tired he still was. “I am sorry to wake you, and I want you to continue resting a little while longer, but I need to go take care of something.”
That made his eye lights focus to smooth edges, and he started to sit up, “I can come with.”
“Nonsense, my love. I know you're exhausted, and this is something I can do myself,” she said as she placed a hand on his chest to hold him still. Before he could object she added, “Just rest a while longer, I’ll see to it that you are woken, and I’ll get your clothes brought to you. Then you can clean up and get out of those.”
“Do you really need to?” he asked while placing a hand on hers. She saw the worry on his face and felt worse for needing to leave. If there was something to take away from this, she was happy she didn’t let him just wake up alone.
Leaning over again, she nuzzled his nasal bone and smiled bigger as she heard the wonderful song of his deep, rumbling chuckle. How much she would love to stay here, and get him to fully understand how much she has truly missed him. She sighed, sitting back, “Yes, Sansy, this is something I need to do.”
“heh, alright, t,” Sans said, but he didn’t look any more convinced. Right now, she wouldn't be surprised if he tried following her, and she knew how sneaky he can be when he really wants to. If she could get him to fall asleep again, that would be best.
His brow ridge was creased with concern, so she gently placed her hand over his sockets, forcing him to close them. In response, he raised his hands to lift it off, but she kept it there. Perhaps this was a bullying move, as between the two she was easily the strongest, but right now she wanted to get him to relax. To ease the tension on his face, she ran her thumb over his brow as if trying to smooth it out; which caused his attempts to uncover his eye sockets to become lethargic.
Pleased with this, she reached up with her other paw and started to pet the top of his skull softly, knowing well that doing so could help him get back to sleep. “I’ll have someone come to wake you. Be nice to them,” she said and giggled at his grumbled reply. It didn't take long before he was out again, his mysterious "Z's" being proof of that.
Standing up she walked to the door and looked out. There was a guard nearby, and she called softly to him as she exited the room, not fully closing the door behind herself, “Excuse me, but do you know where his things are? When he finally wakes up, I’m sure he will be wanting to change out of what he is currently wearing.”
“I can have them brought up,” The guard, a canine, replied, “will you need anything else? Breakfast, perhaps?”
“Oh, yes please, if you don’t mind,” Toriel smiled, “but for him. I have business to attend to with the Queen.”
“Empress, actually,” the guard corrected.
“Ah, right, I’ll try to remember that, thank you,” Toriel nodded, “Do you know if she is awake?”
“Empress Undyne is meeting with Gerson in the throne room.”
“Wonderful, thank you. Anyway, can you see that he gets those things in an hour and a half to two hours, and that he is up? He also has business with the Empress.”
“I will let the room service know to bring the food then. And his things should have arrived around that time, as well,” he bowed slightly and started to walk off.
“Oh, and before you go, can you make sure they bring ketchup with the breakfast? A bottle would be best.”
“I can do that,” He bowed again.
“Thank you very much,” Toriel said. She watched the guard go before looking back in at Sans. He was still completely out, and she sorely long to climb back into the bed, hug him, and feel him start to cling to her again.
Closing her eyes, she sighed. No, she can't indulge in those thoughts, not right now and with what business she had to attend to. Looking in at Sans one last time, she rekindled her resolve as she remembered the burn. Her lip twitched slightly as she remembered seeing him in that cell, weak and barely standing. Within, her magic turned like a cyclone of fire as she recalled the hesitation of his magic. Quietly, she closed the door and turned, walking down the hall with a single-minded goal.
When she arrived at the throne room there were two guard standing outside. One of the guards took notice of her, and turned to face her, “Toriel, Undyne has been waiting you and Sans.”
“Yes, well, he is not quite ready, and I have some unfinished business to discusses with her Majesty, that he is not required for,” Toriel replied before moving to the door to open it.
The other guard moved quickly to block her way, “We’ll announce you're here.” The one closest to the door started to open it, but she was not about to wait for such… procedures.
She didn’t really push her way past, as she didn’t really push anyone out of the way. She just continued walking forward and both guards decided not to test her, letting her enter the room with worried looks. Undyne and Gerson were sitting together in the bed of flowers that Asgore had grown. Both looked up at Toriel, Undyne looking annoyed and Gerson with an intrigued smile.
“Ah, hello there, Toriel!” Gerson greeted her.
“Toriel, I was expecting you and Sans. Why are you alone?” Undyne demanded.
“He will be arriving later. For now, I believe you and I have unfinished business to take care of,” Toriel replied, walking further into the room until she was standing beside them.
The fish monster looked at her a moment then looked back to Gerson. “It can wait,” she said while casually waving Toriel away.
“No. It can’t,” Toriel said flatly.
The old turtle was grinning, watching this. Rubbing his chin in a thoughtful manner, he said to Undyne, “I think you have more pressing matters to "discuss." Perhaps I'll rest while you two sort things out.”
“You will not!” Undyne snapped before turning back to Toriel, “And you will, now out!”
“You think you can just order me out like that?" Toriel gave a short scoff of a laugh. "After you kidnapped my love, placed a torturous device on him, and then neglected him?! I saw the untreated burn mark on the back of his neck,” upon mentioning the burn Undyne turned her head to look at Toriel. It was clear she knew nothing about that, which made Toriel all the madder. “I held back when I first arrived. I saw a greater need than releasing my rage out on you. But now that need had been met, it is time for us to settle this,” it was a struggle to keep her tone even through all of that, but years upon years of practice permitted her to maintain an authoritative tone.
“Is that so?” Undyne snarled.
“Get up, ‘Empress Undyne,’” Toriel growled with no respect for the title. “I’d hate to burn the flowers my ex-husband painstakingly cared for all these years.”
“I’m surprised you even care,” Undyne replied, mockingly. But she stood, a determined look to win this fight crossing her face.
“While my love for Asgore never returned, I do not harbor hate for him. He was part of my life, and someone I, at one time, loved dearly," she said, then looked around at all the flowers. They were like the yellow flowers that now grow where Chara's remains rest. Closing her eyes, she looked back at Undyne, "Thus, destroying a memento of him is not my intent. I’m sad he died, but it was a consequence of his choice to declare an unnecessary war.”
“UNNECESSARY WAR?!” Undyne yelled back, “He was fighting for our freedom!”
“No, he was fighting for your hope, and had everyone clinging to a false ideal. We had already lost the war to humans, why would we return to the surface at war again? I knew eventually the bottom to this lie would dropped, and everyone would fall hard!” Toriel stepped towards the back, where she was sure her ex-husband fought many times before. Him, and the children she once mothered.
“And look what has happened? He is dead, and your focus is to continue what he knew could never happen. As great as Asgore was, he knew, deep down, the humans would just kill us if we returned to the surface by means of murder. And yet, instead of choosing another option, a peaceful option, he forsook my council and stayed with the plan that suited his anger,” Toriel finished as they entered the room. Turning, she faced Undyne, feeling the anticipation building within for the fight about to occur.
Undyne summoned a spear into her hands while snarling, “And then you ran away. Like a coward, you turned your back on us, your people!” Several more spear bullets formed and she sent them at Toriel.
Toriel was not expecting an attack just yet, still she ducked and weaved her way through the attacks, stepping carefully, eloquently, and ignoring the biting pain as one she did not see hit her shoulder from behind. Toriel reminded herself that this was no time to be under estimating her enemy. Undyne was, after all, Head of the Royal Guard. That is not a position given to just anyone. Also, Sans had said in the past, that Undyne trained Papyrus, whom Sans said was the greatest fighter he knew. Granted, it seemed Sans was inclined to talk up his brother anytime, but it was still a detail she should keep in mind.
“For the longest time, I too believed that," Toriel closed her eyes, remembering her own self-hatred, and the day she first heard Sans through the door. Composing herself for combat, she looked at Undyne, "Then I was reminded, by one I hold most dear, of the real reason I left. I didn’t run away, as you so callously accuse. I left what I perceived as insanity. My morals would not hold to the notion of killing those who could be no different than my child, Chara, just because they were human. I went to where I hoped to prevent Asgore’s wrath." Magical fire writhed her hands, the colorful flames dancing with her anger. All the hues that made up her soul in view, with Integrity blue being the most predominate on display.
Taking the opportunity presented, she returned with an attack of her own. She started with a simple wave of dancing flames, wanting to gage the skill of her opponent. To her surprise, Undyne didn't dodge away from the flames like most try to. Using the spear in her hands, she blocked the balls of flame that came close enough to be a threat.
“You should have been here for us, your people. Besides, you had more than one child! Asriel, remember him? Murdered by humans, like the very ones you want to protect. But I guess the only one that mattered was the human, right?” Undyne then used the spear to seek out Toriel’s soul and turned it green.
Toriel didn't enjoy the feeling of being unable to move, but so be it. Like a lioness, she roared, "How could you insinuate such! I am, was, a mother. There is not one of my children that I favor over the other!" Toriel gathered her magic in preparation, "Asriel, my dear, sweet child... his death was tragic, but he did not blame the humans who killed him. He would not have wanted such bloodshed in his name."
Undyne summoned up a multitude of spears which came at Toriel from different directions. Using a fire barrier to block the attacks, Toriel turned and watched for the incoming spears. There were a few that were trickier than she expected, switching directions on her at the last second. But all of which she successfully blocked. Wasting no time, Toriel sent another wave of flames at Undyne the moment she could.
“No, I'm sure he would have rather been alive! Besides, it is not like you had a plan.” Undyne yelled back. She was fighting admirably, but it was clear her anger was getting the better of her. A common mistake, especially for the young who have not seen, or experienced, real combat. One can train and practice all they want to avoid it, but only a real battle could test one's abilities. Toriel saw a hint of carelessness as a fire ball scorched the proud warrior’s shoulder. “If you so strongly believed all you say you did, why didn’t you help him!” Another mass of spears was summoned up and they encircled Toriel.
“By trying to save the humans, I was also trying to protect my people,” Toriel replied. This time, she was ready for the trickier spears and expertly blocking the attacks as if dancing in place. The fire she used as a shield then gathered together her paws. Sweeping her arms wide, she sent a wave of flames toward Undyne. “What good would come from us returning to the surface in a state of war we could never win? What you did to Sans was no different than Asgore's blind war declaration. Making snap decisions, made from anger without any real consideration, is not a way to lead.”
"It is better than doing nothing!" Undyne snapped, blocking the attack. Her magic was becoming more erratic.
"Just like Asgore, you let your emotions lead," Toriel frowned. She straightened herself, eyeing the ruler as if judging her, "What have you done with your rule? Well, other than falsely imprison a monster and--"
"HE LET'S US ALL DOWN!" Undyne yelled. She sent more spears at Toriel, who again, turned in place to block the attacks with her magic. "Just like a coward, he chose you and that human over his own family, over the king!"
"And if Sans had died, would you really be that much happier?" Toriel asked. Again, she caused flames to rain down onto Undyne, but she watched more carefully, and she noticed that Undyne was losing her resolve.
Still, the fish monster blocked every attack as if they were nothing. Her stance was solid, unmoving, and there was an eccentric aspect to her fighting style. While she has seen monsters and humans fight in this manner for audiences, she doubted it was for fans that Undyne acted so much. It was likely Undyne was showing what she can do to intimidate Toriel. Unfortunately for her, this is not Toriel's first fight, and that is a technique that will not work.
"Never, but that doesn't mean he couldn't have done something!" Undyne refuted.
"Fair enough," Toriel said, "but only if you ignore the fact he is already aware he could never win against the human." As more spears traveled towards her, Toriel prepared to defend. "You forgot he was hurt by his brother's death as well. We were mending each other’s emotional wounds in peace, before you interrupted."
Again, same attack, just different rhythm and faster speed. There were also more spears, making the attack longer and more challenging, but over all, she was starting to feel ready for something new. Though, being trapped by the green magic, there was little she could do against some attacks. At least this is easier to deal with when immobilized.
“Asgore needed you more, and more than those humans,” Undyne snapped. She summoned up another multitude of spears and sent them toward Toriel, "You weren't the only one hurt by the loss of your children. Even the humans he killed weighed on him. I could see it."
Toriel varied her attack by having the flames come at Undyne from the side instead of above. At this point they weren't getting far, and Toriel knew she would have to fight harder. It has been a long time since she fought anything that stood a chance against her. She had fought the child, but she wasn't going full strength against them, after all, her goal wasn't to kill them. Now, though, she intended on winning.
“I always gave him my counsel, and was there behind him, guiding him with my knowledge and experience,” Toriel responded once Undyne was done defending.
Again, same attack but slightly different. The spears were moving in at different speeds, nearly tricking Toriel. Some were traveling slower than others, but appearing first, acting as a distraction for the fast ones. Keeping on guard though, she didn't intend on taking any more damage from Undyne. But this was becoming more difficult than Toriel thought it would be. She wouldn't be surprised if Undyne had been practicing with Asgore, which gave Undyne the advantage of knowing some of her attacks. Still, she doubted Asgore had fought Undyne with the fierceness she was about to unleash.
Calling up more of her own magic, she sent fire raining down on Undyne. “Do you honestly think,” Toriel exclaimed while Undyne tried to block the flames, “that I would just leave him without a word? Did he not tell you of the days we argued, debated, and fought over this? I didn’t just leave him to deal with all of that alone without trying. Do not forget, I had loved him. But he made his choice, and it was one I could not stand by.”
Keeping her attack up, while Undyne was distracted, Toriel summoned up more fire to surround the fish monster and move at her from all sides. Undyne noticed them as Toriel sent the mass of fire in at her. The warrior barely had the time to build a defense, but she managed to block most of flames. As the smoke cleared, Toriel could see the char marks of a few successful hits.
“You keep saying you loved him! BUT YOU LEFT HIM ALONE!” Undyne’s spears were becoming unstable, and wild in formation. Magic may be a way for a monster to express their emotions, but when emotions become out of control, so does a monster's magic. Toriel could feel the danger of each bullet, but they were barely holding together, “Do you have ANY IDEA HOW MANY TEARS HE CRIED WAITING FOR YOU?!”
Toriel was free from the green magic on her soul, which was a welcomed feeling. But now the attack has changed, as a group of spears come at her head on, she dances to the side when needed. The attacks now coming at Toriel, lacked the aim of before. Composing herself, she didn’t make a counter attack, allowing Undyne to summon a mass of spears that required Toriel to dodge more as they followed her. Keeping her fire around her paws, she avoided most of the spears, save one that cut a small slit in her left ear. Toriel couldn't help but wonder how much more threatening a composed Undyne would be.
Once ready she turned to the Empress, a large fire ball summoned in her paws. With ease, Toriel sent it towards Undyne, and it collided with its target. It caused no harm, but did knock Undyne down. “I loved him, Undyne. Do not think I didn’t spend days, weeks, months, and years in the Ruins crying. DO NOT tell me for one moment that I did not love him!” Toriel felt a tear moving through her fur and instinctively reached to wipe it, only to feel her fur was soaked. She didn’t know how long she had been crying with her focus on the encounter, perhaps the whole fight.
Undyne hadn’t stood up yet, and Toriel walked closer, “Yes, I did not return to him, but he did not seek me out too.”
“You were hidden away!” Undyne yelled back.
“To most monsters, yes,” Toriel said, calming her tone, but more tears slid down her face, “he knew me enough to know where I was. Just as much as I could have returned to him, he could have come to me. I left to the old home we once shared, near where the humans fall. He knew, I know he knew.
“The forgiveness we needed to restore what we had is a two-way street. It can't all be him, or all me. We both must reconcile with the pain we felt and still feel. We both felt betrayed, and the trust we once had, broken,” Toriel sighed, turning away, “I thought for sure, he would see he was wrong and come for me. Then as the years dragged on, I understood he was no longer the monster I once knew.”
Undyne sat up, “Yeah? And what about you?”
Looking back at Undyne, Toriel shook her head, “I changed too. I was far more… open and happy before. I can still act that way, but inside I am closed off, and cold. As much as I thought I wanted him to come and get me, I also didn't want his apology. I wouldn't accept it unless he told me he would give up on his futile war. This torn perspective left me feeling as a failure, and that my people would be destroyed by my incompetence.
"I am no longer who I once was. I do not know if I have it in me to fully forgive him, and now I never will because I don't have that chance. It tears at me, day in and day out, that the last words we shared where so angry. But, not enough to surrender my own morals for his wellbeing. I am too stubborn for that, and he is too passive. That is what our argument revealed about both of us."
With a sigh, Toriel calmed her flames, she looked at the, slightly burnt, Empress of Monsters. Extending a paw, she offered to help the younger monster up, but was refused. "I just don't understand how you could have left him like that, alone," Undyne said, calmer, but still anger was in her tone.
"I do not know if what I did was right, but I couldn't stomach his war declaration. Not if it meant potentially killing children that would have been no different than our Chara. It was hard enough watch that dear one...," her body trembled, "that dear one wither. Seeing, and knowing more like them died by my husband's hands, that is what I struggle to forgive him for.
"I understand you and Asgore became family to each other," Toriel smiled, "Well, those humans were my family." Looking down and away, her smile fading, "Family that I ultimately failed."
"And were they?" Undyne asked, looking at Toriel. There was still frustration of the fish monster's face, but some had waned, "were they like your Chara?"
"A few, though several were, admittedly sweeter. Chara had their... issues, but overall, they were a good child. I honestly believed they wanted the best for us, all of us."
"Well, now," Gerson said, walking into the room, "got that little tiff with each other out of your systems?"
"I believe so," Toriel smiled at the turtle before looking back at Undyne.
"Yeah, I'm good," Undyne smiled a large toothy grin at the turtle. There were still going to be arguments between them, that was sure. But based on what she knew from the stories Sans told and what Gerson said, Undyne becomes more reasonable once she has released her anger.
If that is so, then the meeting they will soon have should run smoother with that out of the way.
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“Sir.”
A strange voice interrupted his dreamless sleep, and it took a moment for him to work things out in his mind. He remembered which timeline he was in, and the current situation. He was alone, though only currently. Toriel was alive, but had left to… do something. There was still a heavy fog clouding his thoughts. He struggled to remember what it was she said she had to go do, or anything really that was said.
As his thoughts cleared, he remembered Tori wanted him to continue sleeping while she went off to take care of… she never said. He remembered wanting to go with her, but she insisted on going alone. If his memory serves him right, she even held him down and did what she could to cause him to fall asleep. She used his tiredness to her advantage. Had he been more awake, he would have asked more questions, but instead, he just let her lull him to sleep without much fight.
Was he really that easy to manipulate? For Tori, he is. Papyrus possibly could have, but it was not in his bro’s nature. Normally, he would be upset by this revelation, but thinking about it, he really didn’t mind. If it is just Tori, having her knowing his weaknesses shouldn’t be a problem, she wasn’t the type to make them public. Some of his weaknesses already were well known, but they were basic. At MTT's resort, he has joked about how he sleeps too much, is lazy, and, over all, unhealthy. But none of that was like what she knows. If he was honest with himself, he preferred it this way. There was still so much he kept hidden, but it was nice to have someone he didn't have to feel so reserved with.
“Sir, Lady Toriel requested I wake you when your food arrived," the stranger said, reminding him that there was someone other than himself in the room.
Sans sat up, rubbing his eye sockets. If he was remembering right, Tori did ask him to “be nice." Well, he’ll try, for her.
... Grillby was right...
“thanks,” that’s a good start, right? He figured so, even if his tone of voice didn't really sound thankful.
“She had also asked that your things be brought to you. I placed them here on the nightstand.”
Looking beside him, he saw the small bundle of clothing and his slippers. Relief eased the ‘on edge’ feeling he was having with the guard being around. Go figure Undyne wouldn't have any actual 'room serves,' and has the guard doing everything. “sure, thanks again,” pockets, soon he’ll finally have pockets.
“Welcome, anything else?” The guard asked.
“no, i'm good,” Sans replied with a shrug.
“I'll be just outside,” the guard said, and finally left Sans alone in the room.
Collecting his things, double checking to making sure he had everything, Sans got up. He made his way to the bathroom, but stopped to look at the food. Perhaps he should eat something? He wasn’t hungry, but the food looks better than what mess he was offered before. It would be wrong to let it go to waste. Not that magic food spoils or anything like that, but it does taste better fresh.
Giving in, he sat down, setting is clothes to the side, and started to eat. Once he started, he found himself eating more than he thought he would, but not up to his normal standard. A few days of normal food should fix that. His only regret eating that much was it left him feeling sick and weighed down. The magic the food was made of was far richer than what he’s had recently, and his body wasn’t quite ready for that much so soon.
He should be fine in the end. His body needed food with more magic in it; and, as soon the new magic can be properly distributed, he would feel better. It would just take time for his body to readjust.
Once done, he finally entered the bathroom and took the time for a quick wash before getting dressed. Once his hoodie was on, he savored the sensation of his hands sliding into his pockets. It invoked a feeling of safety, like being hidden away from anything that may try to harm him. Between Tori’s hugs and his pockets, the hugs win in the overall protected feeling. But still, this was a close runner up, plus, it’s just what he is used to for most of his life.
Looking in the mirror, he could see how exhausted he was. Well, he felt that way, so this was no new discovery; but, now he can see it was more than just a feeling. At least he can stand straight, so that’s something. He chuckled, noticing that was a "Papyrus" thought, and wished his brother was here to say that to him.
Rubbing his eye sockets, he yawned, trying to force out the want to sleep now that he feels more like himself. Opening the door, he looked out into the main room but froze. Something shiny and rectangular was there, on the nightstand. It was something he really didn’t want to see right now, or think about. Closing the door, putting it between himself and that thing, he felt himself shaking. Pressing his forehead against the door, the thought back to when he grabbed his clothes. Was the present there?
No. He would have seen it. All his things came with him. He even double checked. There was nothing other than his clothes and slippers. Did someone sneak in while he was distracted in the bathroom? That was the only thing that made sense, but why would someone do that? But then, why would anyone be doing this at all other than to get at him in some sort of psychological way?
Maybe he was just seeing things? He was still tired and feeling very stressed. Closing his eye sockets, he tried to calm down before reopening the door a crack and looking out.
No, that was definitely the gift he has yet to open. It was just sitting there on the night stand, as if waiting for him. Again, he closed the door before sitting down and using it to lean. His hands couldn’t go any deeper into his pockets, yet they still tried to seek refuge.
He wanted so badly to know what was in the gift, but he had a sickening feeling he already knew. Who it's from is something else he wanted to know. Was it Undyne? This really didn't feel like her, and after some sleep, he felt almost certain she wasn't the culprit. But, that doesn't answer who else would have the knowledge to do this. After all, how many people could Papyrus talk to about the special wrapping paper with?
Well, it was Papyrus, it was likely he talked to a few people about it.
This was no time for a meltdown. Toriel needed him, but he felt trapped in his own fears. It was just a gift, a cruel one, but it couldn’t hurt him… physically. Taking a deep breath, he stood and opened the door again, this time avoiding looking at the stand before quickly exiting the room. He’ll deal with it later… he should know what is in there, but not before this meeting.
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Sleep in my sweater P2
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Pairing: Sam x reader Characters: Sam, Dean, the reader, mention of Cas Warnings: light swearing, reference to boyking!sam, a little angst Word count: 1460 Summary: The reader wakes up, still wearing Sam’s sweatshirt, and decides to go to breakfast alone with the younger Winchester. With the threat of Lilith impending and her feelings for Sam only growing, who knows what she’ll end up doing. Tag list: @amanda-teaches @samwinchesterblog @spnfanficpond @myplaceofthingsilove @spectaculicious @bambinovak @writingthingsisdifficult @cleverdame @aliensdeservebetter @samwinchesterfluffandsmut @samwinchesterfanfiction-blog @saxxxology @mamaredd123 dancingpanda137 A/N: I took another mini writing break but, again, I’m back! Also I’m thinking of turning this into a longer series and maybe include Lilith + some twists- I’d really like to know what you guys think about that. I’ve never done an actually long series before (like 6+ parts) and not gonna lie I’m a little skeptical/nervous about it. So, just tell me your thoughts and I’ll see if I actually do it or not! Okay, peace out, I hope you enjoy:)<3
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When you woke up you found Sam’s sweatshirt still wrapped around you, the undeniable proof that it hadn’t all just been a dream. You could still smell him through the fabric, and as it had the night before, his scent enveloped you as your eyes fluttered open. The motel seemed to have warmed up, or maybe it was just the hundreds of layers you had on. You were buried so entirely under the covers that you could barely see above the fluffy mountains of white. Everything was white. You’d always found it so curious that was every motel’s color of choice. You’d been all over and, without fail, almost 80% of the bed’s you’d slept in had been white. The curtains were closed from the night before but you could still see the day beyond them through the sheer veil. There wasn’t much to look at though, just a snowy parking lot and the highway beyond.
Sam was lying on his back with the same book from the night before collapsed on his chest, as though he’d fallen asleep reading it. From where you were lying you could barely see the title, even though you twisted the blankets away to get a better look. It undoubtedly was some ingenious book filled to the brim with words nobody except Sam could pronounce. He was still asleep and you noticed the way his chest rose and fell so steadily, as if for once he wasn’t seeing those god awful nightmares he told you nothing about.
You rolled over to look at Dean and found him looking back, “Hey,”
“Morning, loser.” He chuckled, voice gruff from the morning.
“Morning, bitch.” You laughed back.
You and Dean were like siblings, endlessly insulting and arguing with each other. You’d never been attracted to him as you were to Sam, he’d always been like a brother to you. You found him hilarious and he could never fail to have you doubled over in laughter, that was one of the things you loved most about him- his sense of humour. Mainly because it was so similar to your own, a defense mechanism half of the time. That was the other thing you loved, the scars. The things that haunted him haunted you as well, and they were what brought you together in the beginning. You hadn’t known Sam at first and had clung tightly to his brother whenever the three of you hunted together, truth be told the younger Winchester used to intimidate you. But over time and experience that had all changed, and you now found yourself more drawn to him than ever.
“Sam’s still asleep?” Dean jerked his chin over to his brother.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he was up all night.” You casually responding, thinking nothing of it until you saw the look on Dean’s face that followed.
It fell, all of his features drooping into a concerned frown as he said, “Again?”
“Dean, it’s fine, I’m sure he’s fine.” You reassured him, voice lowering before becoming incredibly steady.
He dropped to a whisper before saying, “(Y/N), he’s not sleeping.”
“None of us usually do.” You countered, needing him to be okay. While Sam was your school girl crush, Dean was your rock. He always made trouble where there wasn’t any, and you were fairly certain his brother was okay. Why wouldn’t he be? The whisperings of Lilith and Hell were just that, whispers. None of you knew enough to be kept up at night; in fact, none of you knew anything at all. Sam the boy-king, that’s what Ruby had called him the last time you met. He was supposed to be prepped for the throne room of Hell, that was all that you knew- and it scared the living shit out of both you and his brother. But it had all been quiet for weeks, no demon rumblings or monster sightings across the map- all save for whatever the hell was going on in Manchester. So Sam had to be fine, you hoped to God he was fine.
You and Dean just stared at each other for a few seconds before Sam broke the silence, “Morning, guys.”
“Morning,” The two of you responded in near unison.
“Wow, I slept in, what time is it?” Sam mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he rose to a seated position on the couch- the blankets pooling at his lap.
“I don’t know, around 9 o’clock?” You guessed, and looked over to your bedside table and found you were wrong. The dusty alarm clock read 8:04, a lot earlier than you suspected.
“Oh wait, never mind it’s only 8.” You corrected yourself before sitting up and pushing the blankets from your legs. Before standing up you hugged Sam’s sweatshirt tighter around you, crossing your hands to your arms. The motel room was a little warmer in the morning light; the heavy clouds and falling snow from the night before had cleared and left nothing but a slightly chilled day in its path.
You headed into the bathroom and started to get ready. You made quick work of brushing your teeth and washing your face, staring at yourself in the mirror the entire time. You’d found that ever since you’d started having feelings for Sam you cared about your appearance a lot more than usual. Even though it was shallow, and you knew he cared so much more about your skills, brain and wit, you still found yourself gazing upon your face- and taking extra time to make sure it was near perfect. You brushed the knots out of your long brown hair and let it tumble down to your shoulders, reaching all the way to your ribs. Not until your waves were smooth and detangled did you begin to braid them. You made the dutch braids contain only half of your hair in each, the rest was free. They started on either sides of your head and then met in the back where they joined into one, thicker braid. Looking at yourself in the dusty bathroom mirror you were pleased with what you saw. When you moved onto your face, you decided to go light on the makeup. Dabbing concealer under your eyes and coating mascara on your lashes was about all you did. Until, at second thought, you decided to brush shining white powder onto the corners of your eyes- to brighten and widen them a bit. You knew it was silly, vain even, to put so much effort into your appearance- but you didn’t care.
Walking over to the duffel bag you kept in the bathroom you picked out your outfit for the day. On the bottom you wore the first pair of jeans you saw, light washed and ripped at the knees and ankles, they were your favorite ones. For your top you decided to wear an old t-shirt that had been your dad’s. It was a tie dye Nike shirt from the 80’s, now faded and frayed at the seams. Your dad had been a bit of a hippie back when he was younger, and you’d always figured that was where you got your wilder side from. However, neither of the boys would see your dad’s old shirt. Because it was hidden under Sam’s enormous hoodie, which hung nearly hung down to your knees. With one last look in the mirror, you tossed your duffle bag back onto the floor and walked out of the bathroom.
You felt Sam’s eyes on you the second you entered the rest of the motel room, trailing up and down before immediately darting away. Smiling quietly to yourself you went over to retrieve your phone from where it was charging on the kitchen table.
“Hey, we have an hour- want to get breakfast?” Sam asked from across the room, and you couldn’t tell if he was talking to both you and Dean or just you.
Turning around you caught him giving his brother a look, before Dean started shaking his head and saying, “No, I’m gonna call Cas, but you two should go.”
You knew that look, Sam didn’t want Dean to say yes. Did he want to go alone? No, that couldn’t be right. It wouldn’t have been the first time you’d hung out alone, you literally lived with the guy- but the look he gave Dean. It was a full on glare, almost as if he was daring his brother to come along and promising death if he did. The Winchesters had their own secret language, and most of the time could tell what the other was thinking with nothing but a look or a nod. So you just smiled and said yeah, suddenly feeling incredibly curious about what this breakfast would bring.
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Through His Eyes - Part 4
Summary: Losing your sight after your accident was traumatic, and Jaebum’s guilt of knowing it should have been him instead creates an intricate bond between you both, as you overcome adversity and try to find your way in life again.
Genre: angst / romance
Characters: Im Jaebum x female reader
A/N: This story is emotional and raw compared to some of the content on my blog. It is in no way an attempt to glamourise or undervalue the lives of those who suffer from something similar. This story is purely fictional.
Through His Eyes will be posted every Tuesday at 10am NZST.
Index: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 [M] | 13 - FINAL
“I’m not sure I want to agree to this.”
“Mum, honestly I’ll be fine. You’re letting me attend university again next week, so this will be like a test run!” You grabbed onto her hand as if it would help her agree.
“How is going to JYP Entertainment for the day going to help you with your studies? You can’t even play a recorder, let alone sing.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” You pouted and felt your Mum pat your hand a moment later. You grinned and bounced a little in your chair. “JYP himself suggested it. That means they’ll take really good care of me. Just like Jaebum did when-”
“I’m still very unhappy he took you out without my permission that day. Lord knows what could have happened to you!”
“And we both said sorry for not letting you know, it was irresponsible of us. But this is official and planned and you know where I’ll be and-”
“Breathe Y/N, you sound like you’re going to hyperventilate. Is it really that important for you to go there?” You nodded your head up and down so fast that you felt a little faint when you stopped. The older woman sighed in defeat. “You’ll be home by eight tonight.”
“Eight?!”
“Eight,” she repeated firmly and you inwardly groaned, feeling twelve again. But knowing that still meant you would spend several hours out and with Jaebum brightened you back up again.
“Okay, I’ll promise I’ll be home before it turns seven fifty-nine!”
“Child, you still can twist me around your finger so well.”
“Thanks Mum!” You hugged her tightly and then pulled her up with you. Pressing a button on your watch and hearing the time was already getting closer to ten in the morning, you gasped and dragged her into your room.
“What is all this?!” She pulled away from you when you stopped and you turned to face her, hoping your expression would show your desperation. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m going to hang out with idols today!” You almost squealed, but refrained from setting off your disapproving Mother to your celebrity worshipping ways again. “I can’t just wear anything. I want to look pretty. Please help me.”
“Pretty for who?” she asked with a hint of amusement and you blushed, swatting at the air in embarrassment. “Let me find the ugliest dress you own then. Not one of them will need to eye my daughter in delight!”
“MUM!”
It was nerve-wracking riding in the car to JYP Entertainment, wishing Jaebum had been the one to pick you up. Mum was the same, and almost changed her mind, until Yong informed her of being the personal manager of GOT7. You knew him from several fan meetings and this eased some of your concerns, though he seemed awkward in your company. You should have been used to it by now; most people you came into contact with didn’t know how to treat someone so different as yourself. Even your friends had started to act as if your blindness changed you into something foreign and not relatable. You held onto the hope of being in Jaebum’s company quickly, knowing he was the only other one who treated you the same each time you were with him.
Yong signalled it was time to get out of the car once the vehicle stopped and he opened the door as you fumbled to get out, feeling instantly anxious as you couldn’t decipher where you were. You started to dread coming out today, and almost dove back into the vehicle. Instead, you flinched at the sudden touch of the manager, who apologised and then led you quietly into the building. The air changed and the greyscale world you lived in dulled once you were out of the sun. You could hear multiple voices, bustling around doing their duties within the company. Your hands broke out into a sweat as you entered an elevator.
“Where are we heading?” you asked quietly and Yong cleared his throat.
“Park Jinyoung CEO-nim wants to welcome your visit today. The members of GOT7 will be in their practice room, and our CEO-nim will take you to them himself.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Is that fine? Are you feeling alright?”
“It’s just a little confusing because I don’t know where I am. I’m fine though, thank you.”
“Not much further to go.”
Yong didn’t speak to you again until he knocked on a door and led you into what you presumed to be the office of the head of JYP Entertainment.
“Ah, you’re here. Hello Y/N!”
You bowed in greeting and hoped you were facing the right way. “Thank you for this opportunity.”
“It is my pleasure. We have spoken to your Mother in the past, but I have yet to meet you in person, which is rude of me. Knowing that you now play an influential part in Jaebummie’s life, it’s important that I get to know you too. Shall I take you to their practice room now?”
You nodded lightly and held out your arm to signal needing assistance. The older man chuckled and then placed your hand on his lower arm, leading you to the next destination. Unlike Yong’s awkward behaviour, Park Jinyoung made a point to tell you of each place as you passed it on the journey and explained a little about what was happening around you. You relaxed in his care, feeling warm from the man’s active approach in chaperoning you.
You entered through another door, the music you had heard nearby now playing loudly around the room. It suddenly stopped and you tried turning your head in hopes it would point you in the right direction to Jaebum. You soon smelt one of his colognes and shifted, his arm extended out for you to grab onto. It was as if you both had your own little routine that you executed with ease and you relaxed completely once you had a hold of him.
“Wow hyung, that was crazy! How did you know to grab onto him Y/N, he hadn’t even said anything?!” Jackson uttered in amazement and you blushed lightly, not realising it might seem weird to others.
You heard the elder Jinyoung chuckle behind you and then felt him move closer. “They say people gain extra senses when another weakens off, Jackson. Y/N, I will leave you in the care of these boys. They are to work though, so I hope to hear of some progress on your upcoming comeback, understood?”
A chorus of voices replied positively and you bowed lightly in agreement. You heard the door close and then stood there awkwardly. After realising you were gripping onto Jaebum’s sleeve of his hoodie, you jumped off it, trying to ease yourself back to being calm.
“They won’t bite, come on let’s go sit down with them.” Jaebum led you over to a sofa and you sat down slowly, sensing the other members were all in front of you as well. Jaebum confirmed it as he kicked out a moment later. “Don’t crowd Y/N, it will unsettle her. She’s not an exhibition in a zoo!”
“Like we’d think that. Besides, we all know Y/N from being a fan for so long.”
You nodded at Mark’s statement and smiled shyly. This was harder than you had anticipated. You smoothed down your dress absent-mindedly and prayed Mum had been only joking when she helped you change earlier on.
“You look really pretty in blue, Y/N,” BamBam complimented from watching your actions, and you let out a breath in relief, knowing you only had one blue dress and it was one of your favourites. You were aware of Jaebum pressing against your side a little more than he had been, and you took up his invitation, leaning into him a little and trying to not sit so stiffly.
“So today we’re working on practising our new title track for our comeback. Jaebum actually wrote it,” Youngjae mentioned to break the silence again.
You giggled. “When doesn’t he write the title, he proudly told me about all his efforts on this album the other day on the phone. I personally like it when you all have a part in the song-making process too!”
“Y/N, I feel like we are meant to be friends.” You felt someone sit down beside you and tried to decipher if it was Jinyoung who had just spoken or not. Although they all had distinctive talking voices, you were overwhelmed and it was getting difficult not to feel insecure.
“Okay, this is going to sound really stupid but I’m a little overwhelmed right now,” you admitted, reaching deep inside yourself for confidence to assist your current situation. You took a shaky breath. “I need to feel your hands, is that okay?”
Suddenly the arm to the left of you was in your grasp and you jumped a little at the forwardness. “I’m first, but why our hands?”
“Because the one thing we use the most with our fans is our hands in fan meetings,” Jaebum explained and you nodded, gently feeling the hand within your grip.
You smiled lightly. “Yugyeom.”
“You knew that was him though, it was obvious,” Jinyoung mentioned and you smiled as another hand was given to you. “That’s not me.”
“I know, it’s Mark-oppa.”
“Ha, I’m oppa!” The man proudly declared. You blushed as you reached out for the next hand.
Jaebum sighed. “Y/N is a year younger than Jinyoung, Jackson and I.”
“Not going to lie, but this is really cool,” Jackson mentioned after you correctly guessed the other member’s hands. “I don’t want to be insensitive. Let’s address the elephant in the room though. We’re all aware you’re blind. But we didn’t quite know what to expect or how to treat you.”
“I’m still nervously excited around you all, I’m still a big fan of your music, and I’m still normal. I just need a little help.”
“Well you’ve got it for the rest of the day, how does that sound?” Jinyoung gripped your hand a little and you nodded, feeling another blush rise to the surface. The group became a little animated and you used your free hand to find Jaebum. It wasn’t long until his hand was in yours again and you silently thanked him for not even saying anything to your random need to keep checking he was there when you knew he was.
“I have a question before we go sing though,” BamBam mentioned above the noise and you angled your head towards where his voice came from. “We never have asked you this, even when we were last together.”
“We don’t need to go there,” Jaebum warned, gripping your hand more than he had been.
“What? All I wanted to know was who Y/N’s bias is out of us all.”
“Why ask her something like that?!” Jackson chided the boy and you heard a playful slap happen. “It’s obvious we don’t need to establish that, I’m her favourite!”
“Hang on, where on earth did you come to that conclusion?”
“Easily Mark, Y/N held my hand longer.”
Yugyeom snorted. “Maybe Y/N couldn’t decipher who’s chubby digits she was holding!”
“Hey!”
You laughed along with the others as the two playful members started to whiz around the room and realised that your love for GOT7 truly extended passed their music. They were welcoming and still seemed to be their dorky selves in front of you too. You appreciated it more than they probably realised.
The fan within you rejoiced to be in such great company again.
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For the question thingy: 1-150.
You sure you wanna read my ramblings for this many questions? lol…here we go! (I did a page break because this is gonna be long & everyone might not wanna read it, haha)1. Who was the last person you held hands with? My sweet son2. Are you outgoing or shy?I’m more of an introvert, but around the right people I’m a little more outgoing3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? Who? Um, I guess my husband when he gets home from work this evening4. Are you easy to get along with? For the most part, yes…at least I think so5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? My husband better6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Passionate people…people that get that little flicker of light in their eyes when talking about or doing what they love. Unique people…the kind who do not give an actual shit whether or not they fit in. People who can sit and talk for hours about nothing & everything at the same time.7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? I certainly hope so8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? My husband. Just hoping he’s having a good day at work so far>9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Not at all. I enjoy it actually. It’s a natural thing &; a very beautiful thing when shared with the right person10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? My husband11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “Yeah, he must’ve been tired”12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Hallelujah x Jeff Buckley (ALWAYS), This Town x Niall Horan, Kiss Me x Ed Sheeran, Olivia x One DIrection, Through the Dark x One Direction…PICKING JUST 5 WAS SO HARD13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? I LOVE14. Do you believe in luck and miracles I believe in miracles…luck? Not so much15. What good thing happened this summer? Nothing in particular. My baby brother got married, lol.16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Oh, absolutely17. Do you think there is life on other planets? I do not18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Oh lord, no19. Do you like bubble baths? I live for a good bubble bath20. Do you like your neighbors? Not at all21. What are you bad habits? Biting my nails, licking & biting my lips nonstop, worrying22. Where would you like to travel? Ireland, England, Australia23. Do you have trust issues? Not terribly, just depends24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Probably waking up with my kids25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? My stomach, I think. Or my arms26. What do you do when you wake up? Make coffee & make my kids breakfast27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? I’m fine with how it is>28. Who are you most comfortable around? My husband29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Wanna know something…I have NO EXES. I married the first & only person I’ve ever dated.30. Do you ever want to get married? Already am31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? LOL NO32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Honestly, I’m not into the 3some thing…not for me.33. Spell your name with your chin. tgfail,lfr (LOL)34. Do you play sports? What sports? I like to watch football & basketball35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Once upon a time, yeah37. What do you say during awkward silences? I’m the awkward person that will just walk away lmao38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Passionate, hardworking, loving, kind, generous, funny, intelligent39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? I’m a mom, so TARGET40. What do you want to do after high school? I’m out of hs already & I’m a stay-at-home mom as of now. One day I’d love to work in the music industry (big dreamin’)41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? A second chance? Yes. Nothing more though42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? quiet a lot, so it doesn’t really mean a ton43. Do you smile at strangers? I do. You never know, could be the only smile they see that day. Might just brighten someone’s day.44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? NEITHER. Just thinking about those gave me an anxiety attack45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? My children46. What are you paranoid about? Everything, tbh47. Have you ever been high? No48. Have you ever been drunk? Too many times49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Nope50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Black i think…maybe grey51. Ever wished you were someone else? Not seriously52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? My health issues. I feel like they sometime hinder my parenting & wifing & just humaning in general53. Favourite makeup brand? I’m a fan of BH Cosmetics & the Ulta brand is pretty good as well54. Favourite store? Target55. Favourite blog? I’ve got a few… @harktheharold @freakassharry @harrstylesgotmefuckedup @1989rosesxx @louisgoldchain @fairylightstyles @niallsweatervest56. Favourite colour? Black57. Favourite food? CHICKEN 58. Last thing you ate?toast59. First thing you ate this morning?Toast60. Ever won a competition? For what?lololololol no61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?Never62. Been arrested? For what?Nope63. Ever been in love? oh yes64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?I was 15 or 16. My frind & I decided to tnrow a party while her parents were gone out of town. The guyy I likes was about 4 years older, I believe…well i called him & he came to the party. We ended up sitting on my friends porch all night until like 6 or 7AM just talking about life. He decided he should probably leave, so i walked out to his truck with him & he just leaned in & kissed me. It was both terrible & wonderful at the same time.65. Are you hungry right now?No I am not66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?ABSOLUTELY. You all just get me67. Facebook or Twitter?Neither, really68. Twitter or Tumblr?The Tum, for sure69. Are you watching tv right now?My kids are70. Names of your bestfriends? IRL? Cheyenne, Shelby, Karlynn, Carmen, Taylor71. Craving something? What?Popeyes chicken72. What colour are your towels?Tan & Teal72. How many pillows do you sleep with?273. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?No74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?My kids have tons75. Favourite animal?I like birds. Theyre so free76. What colour is your underwear?Not wearing any lol77. Chocolate or Vanilla?Depends78. Favourite ice cream flavour?Strawberry79. What colour shirt are you wearing?Grey80. What colour pants?black81. Favourite tv show?The Walking Dead and Parks & Rec82. Favourite movie?Always Titanic…then Silver Linings Playbook83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?MEAN GIRLS84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?Mean Girls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?Honestly, Janis Ian86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?Crush87. First person you talked to today?My daughter88. Last person you talked to today?My son89. Name a person you hate?I don’t hate anyone. Hate is pointless. That’s what is wrong with our world. 90. Name a person you love?Everyone91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?Nah92. In a fight with someone?Nope93. How many sweatpants do you have?Does infinity count as an answer to this?94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?a good dozen95. Last movie you watched?I honestly don’t remember96. Favourite actress?Kate Winslet97. Favourite actor?Leonardo DiCaprio…and Harry Styles98. Do you tan a lot?No99. Have any pets?a dog named Wallie100. How are you feeling?So, so tired & sick101. Do you type fast?Sort of102. Do you regret anything from your past?No regrets, just learned lessons103. Can you spell well?Yes, I can104. Do you miss anyone from your past?Sometimes105. Ever been to a bonfire party?Too many106. Ever broken someone’s heart?I doubt itHave you been on a horse?YES, love horse riding108. What should you be doing? cleaning & laundry109. Is something irritating you right now?Not really110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?Mhmm111. Do you have trust issues?Depends112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?My husband113. What was your childhood nickname?T, T-Pot, Tatertot, Toot114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?Yes115. Do you play the Wii?no116. Are you listening to music right now?I am117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?I love it118. Do you like Chinese food?Oh, yes yes yes119. Favourite book?The Lovely Bones120. Are you afraid of the dark?No121. Are you mean?Not really, just extremely sarcastic122. Is cheating ever okay?NEVER NEVER NEVER123. Can you keep white shoes clean?NO. Plus, I hate squeaky clean new shoes. I always have to rough em up a bit. Especially new Converse124. Do you believe in love at first sight?I believe in infatuation at first sight. To really love someone you need to know their heart125. Do you believe in true love?Absolutely126. Are you currently bored?No127. What makes you happy?My kids, my husband, music, a good cup of coffee, rain…i could go on… lol128. Would you change your name?Nope129. What your zodiac sign?aquarius130. Do you like subway?I love Subway!131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?My hubs is my opposite sex BFF132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?Hubs133. Favourite lyrics right now?“Them butterflies, they come alive”134. Can you count to one million?probably, but I’m not gonna try135. Dumbest lie you ever told?Oh, there are too many lol136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?CLOSED137. How tall are you?5′6″138. Curly or Straight hair?Mine is naturally curly, I prefer just a nice wave on it though.However, on others, I’m a sucker for curls.139. Brunette or Blonde?I’m a brunette…but I like either140. Summer or Winter?WINTER141. Night or Day?Night142. Favourite month?January & February143. Are you a vegetarian?nope144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?ALL OF THE ABOVE145. Tea or Coffee?depends146. Was today a good day?Yes, so far..granted it’s only 9:23AM147. Mars or Snickers?Neither148. What’s your favourite quote?“Be nice. Be good.”149. Do you believe in ghosts?Not really150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?“I had left them all.”
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Cauliflower Lava Fields and Mighty Sheep: A Guide to Visiting Iceland
Tip #1: Pick travel companions that will make you laugh through the cold. Like Sarah Rose, my twin in terms of names but way cooler and savvier in terms of everything else. And like Barbara, our fabulous retired friend who also happens to be Sarah Rose’s mother.
Tip #2: Actually watch the plane video on IcelandAir. During our redeye flight, we watched a cartoon video featuring Elfis, a sassy driving elf wearing a “Mentallica” tee who offered tips for the road. Some were more helpful than others. “Are there any life-threatening animals in Iceland?” a character asked. This is when we had our first introduction to the rules of the road and the humor in Iceland. “Yes,” Elfis responded. “...Sheep.”
Tip #3: Rent a car when you arrive. After landing, we went to pick up our rental Suzuki, which would accompany us around the perimeter of the country on Iceland’s Ring Road. We got our first realistic indicator of the driving conditions: “Just bring the car back in one piece and we’ll be happy.” They were seemingly low expectations, but then again, we had never driven in Iceland before.
Tip #4: Build in time to your itinerary to marvel at the earth. One of the best parts of renting a car in Iceland, besides converting the backseat into a naturally air-chilled refrigerator, was the freedom it granted us to pull over and marvel anytime the earth wowed us, like when we saw the Eldraun lava field covered in moss. Some of us believed the moss-covered lava fields resembled piles of sheep; others of us more accurately believed it resembled cauliflower. Unable to reach a consensus, we continued on.
Tip #5: Travel the entire Ring Road around the perimeter of Iceland--it introduces you to wonders that you would miss if you just stayed in the capital. Don’t get me wrong, Reykjavik is great. But it’s just a peek at the majesty of the country. “Should we hike a volcano or go to a lava cave today?” is a very real dilemma that you might face while driving the Ring Road in Iceland. The natural wonders around the country seem unreal in hindsight: Where else can you see a volcano, waterfall, museum, cave, estuary, black sand beach, and basalt columns all in one day? Iceland offers fjords, geysers, steaming mud pits, fumaroles, geothermal pools, waterfalls, rainbows, volcanoes, glaciers, lava fields, lava caves, caves, and beaches. Also, reindeer!
Tip #6: Restaurants in Iceland are super pricey, but you can save money by eating ramen noodles every day and other foods from the Bonus grocery store chain. (One brochure claimed going to Bonus is the most popular activity in Iceland.) Instead of paying $70 for a single meal, we each only spent $60.93. For an entire WEEK of meals.
Tip #7: Bring detergent in case you fall in the mud while climbing up a mountain to a cave lookout. Or just be a more graceful human than I could ever hope to be. Or or or do laundry in the middle of the night in the giant hotel washing machine like the other, braver Sarah. (Still in disbelief/awe.)
Tip #8: If you want to strike it rich, bring Tupperware, put on your trusty crampons, hike up the Vatnajokull Glacier, and collect volcanic ash to sell to tourists in Reykjavik. (It goes for a lot there, where people purchase the ash for home facials.) Or just have your own spa day with volcanic ash facials on top of the glacier!
Tip #9: Pack fleece-lined leggings, a thermal, a beanie with reflective lining, waterproof hiking boots, and a portable charging station. Get car Wi-Fi. Bring a camera for photo shoots with wild horses with mohawks. Most importantly, bring a reliable backup alarm clock to set periodic wake-up calls to see the Northern Lights.
Tip #10: If you don’t trust yourself to wake up for an every-thirty-minutes Northern Lights watch rotation schedule, never fear--there is an option for you. One night, we stayed in a hotel decorated by Pinterest elves. Everything seemed upside-down. A bench was upholstered with men’s suits. Silverware was on the walls. Plants were potted in boots and gold heels. However, the hotel redeemed itself by offering a great feature: Guests could opt-in to receive a wake-up call if the Northern Lights appeared that night.
Tip #11: Sleep in pants! Here’s a little story to illustrate why:
“Aurora! Aurora! I am the hero.” My friend/human alarm clock Sarah woke us up with her excited shrieks. I jumped up, as did Barbara. In full firefighter drill mode, we threw on our warm clothes and rushed outside to finally see the Northern Lights. They were beautiful, but we decided to drive a bit further from our town of Blondus to a darker spot for a better view. Sarah said she just needed a minute. “I gotta grab my coat.” I also needed to run into the cabin. “I gotta get my scarf.” Barbara chimed in, “I gotta get my pants.” We looked down and broke into uncontrollable giggles. On a 28 degree Icelandic night, she had run outside with nothing but a coat and underwear.
Tip #12: Even if you don’t have time for the whole Ring Road, at least check out the Golden Circle. It is totally doable in just a day. We started with this, which is comprised of Þingvellir National Park, the Geysir Geothermal Area, and the Gullfoss Waterfall. Þingvellir National Park is a UNESCO World Heritage Site because it is the location of Iceland’s first parliament in 930 AD and the most long-lasting parliament in the world. We were especially excited because Þingvellir is located between the North American and Eurasian tectonic plates. We were going to see a tectonic rift! The problem was that this was one of our first stops in Iceland. We found a beautiful little path and got so distracted that we fell behind schedule so we moved on to the Geysir Geothermal Area. I didn’t recognize the planet very well there. I could have stayed looking at the vents and hot springs all day, but next up was the Gullfoss waterfall. There was some aggressive hail pummeling me in the face so I lasted about ten seconds before I retreated. Despite missing the tectonic rift, we did pretty well at accomplishing our first day’s goals.
Tip #13: The best part of driving the Ring Road is that it is a circle! If you miss a spot at the beginning, you have a second chance to see it again. On our way back, we stopped by Þingvellir National Park -- and this time, we saw the rift.
Tip #14: Don’t be sad if not everyone is obsessed with talking about Iceland when you return. A few weeks after returning to my normal routine in New York, I was at a local elementary school tutoring one of my 9-year-old students. We were reading a book about different rock formations, and one of them was a tectonic rift. I was excited to share my worldly first-hand knowledge. “See this picture--I actually saw a tectonic rift when I was away that week! Isn’t that so cool?!”
My student eyed me up and down. Shrugged. “I guess.” Her brow furrowed for a moment, then she brightened up with a thought. “So...Do you have any cats?”
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JENNIFER LOPEZ FT. DJ KHALED & CARDI B - DINERO
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The Year of Cardi continues...
Leonel Manzanares de la Rosa: J. Lo is trying her hand at trap with the ultimate boss move -- recruiting fellow Bronx success story Cardi B for a trans-generational crossover; getting the DJ Khaled ad-libs because of course that's what you do when your song is about money; actually naming the song "Dinero," a three-syllable word that is perfect for the now-customary triplet flow. And yet, the main attraction is the song's beat. The way the plena/cuatro hybrid rhythm melds with the 808 is just astonishing. There's more Latin music in these three-and-a-half minutes than in most of the "Latin trap" scene. [7]
Juan F. Carruyo: J. Lo again gets caught between paying homage to her roots and whichever demographic she's trying to conquer now. The theme is suitably superficial, and the addition of Cardi B brightens up the track considerably, with enough swagger to cover up for the fact that DJ Khaled is forever and ever a dead weight no matter how many likes he can rack up in a hour. The constant shift between merengue and trap makes this distinctive enough for me to call it a sleeper track. [6]
Alfred Soto: If Cardi makes a habit of dropping disgraceful verses into third-rate tracks like "Dinero," we'll burn out faster on her than we thought. The only thing that jingles is the treated crowd noise that acts as a hook. [3]
Ryo Miyauchi: The brazen attitude from the main star and the malevolent brass beat exudes more feeling of excess than hunger for money, which qualifies a shallow hook like "yo quiero dinero" out of J. Lo somewhat. But her bilingual rebuttals are too lousy, and it's a disappointment from her, especially, with her use of Spanish propping the language as more aesthetic than character. Next to Cardi B, who has been running with this kind of money talk for a while, it pales in comparison. [5]
Rachel Bowles: Jennifer Lopez is really killing it lately with her catchy Spanish-language pop posturing. In these hellish times of Trump, Dreamers, and Justin Bieber cashing in on Latin markets just to sing about tacos, Latinx trap "Dinero" is a gift. Enter Cardi-- if we need Nicki, hell knows necesitamos Cardi tambien, another fearless Latinx woman, another female POC insisting on being her own American Dream. "Two bad bitches that came from the Bronx" stack it up. DJ Khaled punctuates this greatness with mediocrity, simply present to introduce and occasionally shout "money!" [8]
Maxwell Cavaseno: I don't think there's a greater misreading of the present-day music world as thinking it's a good idea to get DJ Khaled as a feature as opposed to being the feature. "Dinero" is maybe a decent enough attempt at J. Lo trying to go for the current Latin trap audience that presumably she could sneak her way into, but she sounds like an ugly parody of the scene via SNL. Cardi sounds perfectly suitable, even if I'm not sure why her vocals are mixed like that. [2]
Ian Mathers: Cardi and J. Lo are perfect together, in sync in a couple of different ways, and the production from Khaled et al. is solid verging on great -- it sounds pushed into the red in almost a bass-boosted meme sense, but in a great way, and the loop is well-chosen. But everything he does in front of the boards sticks out like a particularly sore thumb. His asides (which I sometimes like!) just feel completely pointless, although if that was the cost of the production I guess it was worth it. The less said about the dumb "De Niro!" joke in the video, the better. [7]
Ramzi Awn: Jennifer Lopez's latest attempt at marrying "Candyman"-era Christina with mid-career Ciara is at once horrifying and cute. Too cute. File under "I Luh Ya Papi" cast-offs. [4]
Katherine St Asaph: A livelier and far more straightforward track than "Accelerate," but with the same sense that its star is exhausted. It doesn't help that Cardi, a supernova of energy if not quite chops, is also on here for contrast; thank goodness that Xtina track didn't have a feature by, I don't know, Charli XCX. [5]
Stephen Eisermann: Both J. Lo and Cardi are immensely talented, have bucketloads of natural swagger, and operate in similar spaces musically. Here, J. Lo begins with her best Beyoncé imitation before finding her own voice in the second verse. It's interesting to hear her so convincingly deliver rap-singing considering her recent output, but it really shouldn't be that surprising considering her versatility. Then Cardi comes in and delivers a playful verse full of well-earned arrogance. These ladies are running, or have run, the music scene and now are winking at each other in song, and I'm here for it. [8]
Will Adams: The optics of "Dinero" -- a song in which a Latin sample is flipped into an aggressive trap beat and also Cardi B is involved -- being released not long after "I Like It" aren't great, nor is DJ Khaled's unnecessary addition. But J. Lo is having fun, Cardi's verse is one of her stronger features of late, and merengue-trap fusion is a sound I'm happy to be a US radio trend for the summer months. [7]
Julian Axelrod: J. Lo and Cardi are a no-brainer pairing, and their willingness to fully commit to this frothy frivolity elevates the material. But that makes DJ Khaled feel even more superfluous than usual. Like a creepy dude trying to get women to make out at a club, he ends up ruining everyone's good time. [6]
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July 30, 2017 @ 1040 AM
You know, I used to be on Tumblr a lot, like, all of the fucking time. I lived on here and i thought it was a good place to get some attention. Obviously, I never did. One thing I’ve been learning is that the things you do shouldn’t be for attention. Doing what you like should be your purpose. Now, here is where I’m stuck. What the fuck do I like to do?? Hmm, I don’t know. This a great way for me to reflect. This is like my meditation. Being able to put thoughts down makes me actually process my thoughts more and remember what im thinking of. Most of the time. Now, seriously, what do I like to do? What are my goals?
1. I like to go hiking. - Why? Well, when I go hiking, i feel the fresh outdoors. It’s quiet, and relaxing. I get time to think and get away from the world. My son is entertained. If he’s not wanting me to pick him up, then he’s walking or running and checking things out. Plus, it tires him out. Which means that he should go to sleep earlier. This is what I should do more often. Get outside.
2. I like dancing. - Why? I feel fun and alive. Being able to be good at it gives me confidence. Being complimented on it, brightens me up. Knowing that I can do something, other people can’t always do, makes me feel amazing. And, it’s such a fun thing to do with other people. You hype each other up. It can also be romantic. Dancing together in sync. Performing as one. Being close to each other. Unless, we get to the freak dancing, the grinding and stuff. I still find it fun, and well its sexual and I really like sex sooooo... yeah. Anyways, I should practice dancing more.
3. I like working out. - Why? Well, it sucks balls to put up heavy weight. It sucks to not be able to push as much as you want sometimes. But, I like the results. I’ve seen the results before. I know I can do it and push really hard. It makes me look good, it makes me stronger, it makes me more attractive, and i get in better connection with myself. I’m learning how to strengthen not just my body, but my mind.
4. I like spending time with my son. - Why? Well, he’s my son. He gives me life. He gives me purpose. He’s funny. He’s such a beautiful baby boy, and he’s mine. Even as a baby, where we know sometimes they don’t put us in the best of moods because of everything else going on in our lives, at the end of the day, we love them. They’re innocent. They’re trying. They want to do as much as they can and have as much as they can, just like us. It’s a wonderful learning experience.
5. I like being alone. - Why? I am left without outside worry. How? Well, if I’m alone. I don’t have to worry about being affected by things that I feel like I can’t get rid of. I don’t like having too close of ties because most of the time i’m just by myself. The only one I keep around is my son. I’ve been really judgmental, and easily affected lately. Since, me and my ex split, I never wanted to come in conflict with things. Not having to worry, and not putting myself out in comfortable positions is valuable to me. That could also be a problem. I’m cutting myself off from opportunities, based on the chance that I might not like what happens. So, this needs to be reevaluated.
6. I like to read. - Why? It teaches me so many things that I didn’t know. It let’s me get in touch with other peoples’ lives. It helps me connect and understand myself. I’m not the greatest with reaching out to people, especially people who are so huge in the world and are trying to have their own personal lives, but can’t. Either way, reading has helped me reach parts of these peoples’ lives that I never thought possible. It’s like asking for information without trying to pry it out of them or hunting them down.
7. I like talking to people. - Why? It makes me feel normal. I wasn’t the greatest at talking to strangers as I was growing up. I was always shy. I was scared of being judged or being looked at in any strange unacceptable way. I also had no confidence in myself. I had no self esteem. I think it’s because my thoughts were always put down because they didnt follow the norm. They didnt follow the standards. That was coming from anywhere in my family. That’s where I remember it most. I still recently remember it coming mostly from my brother, someone who I don’t constantly remember having around. I never trusted him. I was never able to actually make mistakes in life. I couldn’t make the mistakes that were going to build my character. Also, my dad. I was afraid of him and what he would think. Of course, we’re worried about our parents putting us down because we love them the most but they’ll judge us the most. Their words and thoughts were drilled into my head, so I’d go into the mirror and I’d tell myself that same shit before I heard come out of their mouths. Now, the really sad part. My mom. My mom always wanted to lift me up with any of my ideas, but she would love to omit the truth of her opinion, where she would tell me how wrong or dumb it might have been. It’s that same way how your mom plays super nice to your girlfriend, but once you break up, she’s talking all this shit saying she knew the whole time... remember that? yeah, so I stopped asking my mom for advice on my dreams and ideas because in all honesty, my mom didn’t pursue her dreams, even now. She’s also pretty indecisive. So, there’s my jackass brother who tries to make everyone like him or be right all of the time. Then, my scary dad who was hard to figure out, but i never wanted to disappoint, but also didnt give me the time and support I needed, and recently told me to do what I love as a life career. Lastly, my indecisive mom, who couldn’t teach me to make my own decisions. Those all ruined me socially. I wasn’t confident, i was scared, and indecisive. How the fuck do you socialize with that personality?
8. fuck, after all that ^? i guess... i like to learn about myself. i like to run my mouth. i like to reflect. i like to talk about me, and i like to have the attention on me. honest fucking truth. - why? well, it makes me feel fucking good. knowing more about me, let’s me make changes. the things that make me feel wrong, or stupid, or that are flawed, or even unacceptable in my own eyes, should be known to me. i could go through my whole life being ignorant about my own problems. there could be roadblocks keeping me from having a better life. people might not even tell me about it. so, yes, i love to talk about me. i love to talk about other people, but i love to let them know about me too. it’s not just all about me like im bragging. its about hey this is who i am, how can we collab? that’s really it. tell me where i can improve. tell me what you notice about me. tell me what i seem to obsess over. tell me more. help me improve.
9. look, this is it for this post... Lastly, I like to love. i love to love. - why? because it fucking feels good. I miss loving. i used to throw my heart out there. but ive ended up in turmoil. i dont know why things got so bad. and then i also looked at them, thinking, maybe i couldve done way better. maybe i couldve had higher standards or more confidence. my mind takes charge these days because my heart wasn’t smart. but when i loved and i was in love, man i was so happy. i could just let go and be vulnerable. i could be free. i felt freedom when i loved. i loved knowing that this one person was there for me. i loved having someone who had to listen to my bullshit, until i realized that they didnt care all that much... but i had someone around you know? that felt good. now, i just got my son. and it feels good to love him. i just can’t really talk with him or get any feedback. i feel like im just monitoring him half of the time and trying to learn about him. i just wanna be in his position haha. love feels good. especially with all of the cute things. they’ll bright your world up and make you do great things. it just sucked when it flipped around and you performed like shit in everything else. i just dont want to feel like im guarding myself all of the time anymore. i just want to be free. love gave me that.
(this post concluded @ 1050 PM)
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a long while ago yamamoto posted a playlist of headcanon image songs for characters and scenes from the manga. do you have any of your own for your own stories?
I have no idea what “headcanon image songs” are supposed to be. But if it’s like a… song I feel relates to specific characters/scenes? Sure, I have a few. Not for scenes, though.
Most of the songs are in the playlist of this Tumblr.
1) Blue — Tweedia
Before I even looked at the translated lyrics, I felt that Tweedia suited Blue. And looking at the lyrics, I can say: holy crap, it REALLY fits the Destiny-Legacy Blue.
“Thanks for being by my side;That alone makes me shine.Back then, in that moment, I was standing still in the darkness;So alone that I couldn’t breathe.Whenever I searched for happiness I lost my way and lost sight of it;At some point, I forgot all about taking breaks."What’s wrong?” I heard your voice saying.Finally I found my true “I”.Thanks for being by my side;That along makes me feel I can become strong.Even when solitary and painful times come, I’m not scared…“
And on and on. It just feels like what Blue would say to Red, except, not actually saying it out loud.
2) Yellow — 하이힐 (High Heel)
A Korean song for a Dex Holder that I really don’t care about. But this song I first heard back when I was TRYING to get Red & Yellow to work. And the lyrics sort of seem like what Yellow would say.
Translating the lyrics… doesn’t really work out that well AT ALL. It’s basically about a relatively insecure girl (about height, eye size, etc) talking about the one who reached out for her. The key lines are:
"I’m a bit timid; I can’t confess first. To the person who gave my two embarrassed cheeks a sweet kiss (lips)…”
3) Ruby & Sapphire — 夜明けの流星群 (Meteor Shower at Dawn)
I felt that the theme was more suited to them (to Sapphire, more specifically) before ORAS happened. Then ORAS happened with a big ass meteor in… broad daylight.
But for this one, it’s more like… the THEME suits them and not particularly the lyrics. I don’t know.
4) Diamond & Platinum — 고백 (Confession)
This one more of a one-directional song, I guess. It fits Platinum saying to Diamond, but not the other way around.
“What do you want to say?What do you want to hear?For some reason, your very nervous appearance is so adorable.”
And on and on in that manner. It’s like Diamond trying to confess, but not actually being able to say it, and Platinum’s noticing the unusual situation. Bonus: “It doesn’t matter to me if we stay just friends for a bit longer.”
5) Platinum — One
Maybe another Diamond & Platinum one, given the lyrics.
“You are the one;By being an irreplaceable friend;And by being here from now on;You discreetly give me the strength to face forward.I love (like) you;And with my unchanging feelings;With my heart devoid of lies;I want to say: "Thank you, my one.”“
… It’s the reason why a few times in my stories thus far, Platinum calls Diamond as "my one”.
Such as in Destiny #030 when Platinum loses consciousness underwater as Diamond is strangling her (“Please… … return to me… … my one…”), and then in Destiny #032 when Diamond returns (“Thank you for returning to me… my one”)
… I don’t think ANYONE noticed.
6) Black/White — 君の胸に LaLaLa (In Your Heart, LaLaLa)
Bonus points for the song having a sad feel, given how… one of the two is in a ROCK. Still.
“In your hear, LaLaLa;Sketch a dream, LaLaLa;If you wish from your heart, I’m sure it’ll be granted.In the same sky, LaLaLa;I can hear it, LaLaLa;The resonating melody will surely ring the bell of courage.”
7) Faitsu — 미쳐 (Crazy)
This one… feels… heh. It’s like, if Rakutsu completed his mission, left and abandoned Faitsu, and… it’s how she feels, where she tries to forget about him, but doesn’t work.
“How could you just leave?I didn’t think this could happen.The wound you gave my heart hurts and stings too much.I rather wish you didn’t exist in the world.I’ll hate you and resent you forever.What am I going to do now?I can’t love anyone else now.How am I supposed to live on?Can’t you return to me?I love you!See, I’ll beg on my knees in front of you.I’ll love you again until death.I miss you so much I’ll go crazy.Return to me.Don’t leave me all by myself.”
8) X & Y — 笑顔 (Smiling Face)
It’s as if Y is saying the lyrics to X, while referencing how they first met at the same time, back when X did not lock himself up in a room all day every day.
“That’s why I want you to smile;That’s why I want to spend my life with you.You’re irreplaceable, so I want to keep protecting you.That you’re by my side, that little miracle alone;Is warmer than anything else, that’s why I want to become stronger.”(skip)“Your voice, able to brighten any place,Is always my number one light and gives me support."I want to become a kind person” is what you once said, right?Tell me about the sorrow secluding itself inside your heart.That’s right, as long as you smile for me, I can do anything.Okay, I might be acting a little tougher than I am, but see, for some reason, my courage wells up.“(skip)"If you were all alone in unbearable loneliness;I’d want to extend my hand to you the whole time, silly and reckless that I am.Understanding one another is difficult, but sharing is something I can do;I’ll just be right next to you, always by your side.”
It’s just so sweet… and it makes me laugh because of what I ended up doing in Destiny. Speaking of which, there IS a song suited for a SCENE.
9) X - Y reunion, Dream World, Destiny — Be With You
“Leave and let me go.You’re not meant for me I know.Carry on, carry on.And I’ll stay strong.Leave and let me go.I will think of you, I know.But carry on, carry on.And I’ll stay strong.Someone else will keep you warm from now on.Someone else will keep you safe from the storm.But I’ll be with you wherever you go;And you will never be alone.I’m going where the wind blows;Going where the lost ones go.”
The last lines from the section is particularly well suited given how… well… This hasn’t happened yet, but the very last time X will see Y outside of the dream world created by Ysera… er… restored Xerneas is when she fully disintegrates into dust and blows away in the wind, along with all the other resurrected skeletons in the area, aka “the lost ones”. Different meaning than in the song, of course but suitable nonetheless.
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