#Columbine Flower Cookie

[somnolancee]

"Long Live the Queen!"

[somnolancee]

I'M GOING CRAZY AAAAAAAAA LOOK AT THIS

THANK YOU SWEETIE!!!

The apple of my eye 👁 🍎

Oc belongs to the wonderful @somnolancee

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OOMFIE

[artinvain]

vampire!sevika x witch!reader who runs into you at the library when she’s returning books. (no smut … yet!??!) men and minors dni

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ:

Vampire!sevika who smells you, sickly sweet smell of a bakery, cigarettes and coffee. whose mouth starts to taste metallic. standing there and scenting the air, her eyes scrunched shut so no one sees the whites have turned crimson and her pupils are blown and black.

who tries to smile at you but feels her fangs extending a pain of hunger growing in her so she has to feed before she even comes near you.

vampire!Sevika who ignores all your advances with a smile and flippancy because she’s afraid she’ll hurt you if she gets too close.

vampire!Sevika whose hunting and spots you on a picnic, and has to claim she was hiking because she was caught staring.

vampire!Sevika who has to join you — seeing you alone in the woods too worrisome for her to leave you.

vampire!Sevika who then warms up to the idea of being around tou, not because she was dangerous but because she could protect you from things much worse than her

vampire!Sevika who starts leaving flowers at your work.

vampire!Sevika who is so used to providing she nearly cries when you send her your favourite book you “think you’ll really enjoy. It seems to match your old soul” with a plate of baked cookies on top.

vampire!Sevika who has her team watch out for you (as in stalk you 24 hours and report your movements back to her)

she thinks it’s the way you get to know someone — watch you , learn what you like so that she can anticipate your needs and be a good partner.

vampire!Sevika who thinks she’s ready to have dinner at your place when you offer.

and is stunned to see the sigils and candles, books and herbs inside, crystals lining the walls and refracting light into your living room.

When you stand silently at the door until she asks to be invited in, she’s immediately suspicious.

vampire!Sevika who’s been around long enough to realise you have a cloaking spell rune above your fireplace and knows she fucked.

because she doesn’t know anything about you — all her intel was messed with by your spell.

vampire!sevika who is now an entirely new level of nervous because not only are you intelligent and interesting and funny — you’re also more gorgeous than any face she’s seen in decades. eyes so unwarded and honest, skin soft and dewy. and your hands on hers — god it’s so soft—

and then she realises you’re asking about her daylight ring, you’re very fascinated you know about the type of rock that was used, it’s more popular century, the tiny runes inscribed de dismissed as aging.

vampire!Sevika who doesn’t stay for dinner when she smells your tea, the scent like burning razors in her nostrils. Vervain. A plant near deadly to vampires.

vampire!Sevika who excuses herself saying she has a cold and then receives a care package for her, which makes her realise the cookies you baked didn’t have any vervain in them. So she tries the food and it’s fine. more than fine it’s incredible. It makes her so hungry she has to feed.

vampire!sevika who only feeds on what she declared “scum of the earth,” she didn’t do it often at the risk of being caught but some nights, (like where she sees two men pulling a knife on a woman walking home from work — well with a knife it’s easy to make the deaths look … natural) she’s lucky.

vampire!Sevika who invites you over to her loft, it’s actually more dated than you’d expect. gold-yellow and red lilac and columbine flower wallpaper in the living room’s feature wall. With more modern pops in the furniture and essentials.

“A lot of your stuff is… antique,” you say smiling politely, a furrow in your brow. and Sevika laughs at the way you sit very very carefully on an old chesterfield sofa.

“I���ve reinforced them,” Sevika explains “they are old but, I can’t seem to let them go,”

“Family heirloom?” You guess, a lot of the stuff in here was too fancy to be sold at regular antiques in your area, which meant Sevika was rich, according to her furniture you guessed old money rich.

“that’s insane to have a family tree you can trace so far back you could have your own heirloom”

it was her brothers. they sat on it every night together in his first and only home, and talked in depth about nothing at all.

“My family is close, I am grateful,” Sevika says

the look in your eye. a twinkle of playful curiosity,

“and the ring is an heirloom also?” You ask, standing up to take another look around.

“this stuff if very english — your accent —“

”we moved when I was very little,” she interrupted quickly, that wasn’t entirely false. “I’ve lived here all my life,” that was lie.

you smile at her and quirk your head. she was so… guarded.

“what about your family?” Sevika asks, stepping toward you and guiding you with her hand on your lower back to the sofa. she opens a bottle of wine and pours it for you when she hears you say “salem” and nearly spills. you pretend not to notice and take the glass, thanking her.

“yeah, we fled during the salem trials, there was a much bigger pool of people then, than what’s documented,” you say and Sevika turns to you

”witches then,” Sevika says and lets a giggle slip when you say “of course, have you seen the way I dress?” so wooed by your boldness because yes, she has noticed the way you dress and she thinks you’re some kind of deity, the way your dresses and skirts fall over your thighs, and the way your jean overalls highlights your arms. she’s always mesmerised.

“you are a little whimsical, you sent me the metamorphosis by Franz kafka!” She rolls are eyes at the memory, she was kind of offended when she got it because really? but then when she read it with your note at the end she knew you were referencing yourself, explaining the way your mind works without really having to tell her. So Sevika is gentle with her words around you, makes sure your needs get catered to and makes sure that you always feel secure and loved. 🏷️ @archangeldyke-all @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @sapphicsgirl @sevsbaby @bimboprincezz @opropheticsoul

[trenchgardens-ooc-ooc-ooc-ooc]

💔✨🍪 for Ferics, Dlicti, and Calixtus, if that is alright! - Canis

heehee i love these

Does forgiveness come easily or with dificulty for them...

Ferics - In general Bluebell is extremely petty, once they know someone and start to like them that goes away, exception: Miyers (Ferics keeps a mental scoreboard of every tiny thing they can spite him for). If it's something serious, their trust is easy to wound and hard to heal.

Dlicti - She does not forgive. Her trust is fragile and when it shatters the cracks are sharp and draw blood easily. Dlicti is pretty chill, but she has a strict set of rules and does not tolerate encroachment on them. You get maybe three strikes with her, a fourth one is broken glass.

Calixtus - Cali is... hmmm... Cali does not feel like they have much of a self. This probably comes from being the /neutral/ master class, along with the aspect of mind. For the Judge of Mind forgiveness isn't really a concept that comes to them naturally. its not a strict set of rules so it's hard for them to grasp, and thus hard for them to trust. If you pressed them hard enough to tell you if they forgive you, not if the scales are balanced and debts are equalized, but if they Calixtus forgives you, they might break down entirely.

Something that makes them happy

Ferics - Somati. There's nothing like a good shooshsesh for them, either side. They also fucking love conceptualizing things and then making them. one of their favorite things in their workspaces is their 3d printer. They have intense empathy, as stoney as their facade may be, and it itches for them to know there are problems out there they aren't solving, so solving any problem feels great to them, the more important the better. Some are too important though...

Dlicti - Flowers. Also that dinky little violet that comes around to bother her all the time. She gets a very high amount of satisfaction from aligning things in a proper order, whatever that order might be. She loves seeing organisms thrive and orderly systems. It's why she's so fond of gardening.

Calixtus - Seeing the scales balanced. Once they managed to have three seperate conscious periods before they had to be tilted again, that might have been the most at peace they ever were. Cali also feels a really intense melancholy from drawing the three of them happy and alive together. Those drawings are hidden like theyre the nuclear launch codes. They have no idea what they'd do if they had another "hateful embrace" conversation with Calfuray or god forbid Calafay. This green little bastard just wants a stable system.

I can't tell if thats the cookie or the moon... ill do both

If they were an animal, what animal would they be?

Ferics - Donkey, easy. Maybe a mule, but probably a donkey.

Dlicti - hmmm... She gives me the energy of a big old dog. Or a cat. Or a bear?

Calixtus - mmm Snaske :-)

Favorite scents!

Ferics - Somati. Somati is their favorite scent. Nothing beats moirail smell. They do like the smell of rubber cement though... even though they Really shouldn't.

Dlicti - Flowers. Hyacinths probably to be specific, but any flowers are hella. I think some of their favorites are honeysuckles, jack in the pulpits or voodoo lillies, and columbines

Calixtus - Hmm... Old book smell. New book smell. The smell of their hand oil touching metal. I don't know what the tri-cherub's living situation is like... hm... we should do a conveneing on that.

[brookston]

Holidays 5.15

Holidays

Army Day (Slovenia)

Bring Flowers to Someone Day

Bring Your Legislator to School Day (North Carolina)

Cold Sophie's Day

Constituent Assembly Day (Lithuania)

Dinosaur Day (UK)

Discovery Day (Cayman Islands)

Festival of Masks (Los Angeles)

Flip Your Mattress Day

Germit Day (Fiji)

Halvard Vebjornsson (Norway)

Hyperemisis Gravidarum Awareness Day (a.k.a. HG Day)

International Conscientious Objectors Day

International Day of Families (UN)

International Fluevog Day

International Huntington’s Disease Awareness Day

International Kangaroo Care Awareness Day

International Men Can Wear Dresses Day

International Mucopolysaccharidoses Awareness Day (a.k.a. MPS Day)

International Political Coordinators Day

International Virtual Assistants Day

International Water Safety Day

Kamuzu Banda Day (Malawi)

Kan Phuetchamongkhon (Royal Plowing and Farmers Day; Thailand)

Kepler’s Law Day

Law Enforcement Memorial Day (Florida)

Mother’s Day (Paraguay)

Nakba Day (Palestine)

National Cycling Day

National Defense Transportation Day

National Hispanic Hepatitis Awareness Day

National Pathological Demand Avoidance Day

National Pun Day

National Safety Dose Day

National Senior Fraud Awareness Day

National Stockings Day

National Stop Nausea Day

National Tuberous Sclerosis Global Awareness Day

Never Turn Your Back on the Ocean Day

Nylon Stockings Day

Over the Rainbow Day

Peace Officers Memorial Day

Relive Your Past By Listening to the First Music You Ever Bought, No Matter What It Was!, No Excuses Now Day

Republic Day (Lithuania)

Rhododendron Festival (Mentone, Alabama)

San Isidro Day (Mexico, Spain)

Spring Astronomy Day

Straw Hat Day

Teachers' Day (Colombia, Mexico, South Korea)

Te Aso o te Tala Lei (Gospel Day; Tuvalu)

Tree Day (India)

VBF Day of Awareness (a.k.a. Vascular Birthmark Foundation Day of Awareness)

World Aeronautical Informational Services (AIS) Day

World Climate Change Day

World Orthodontic Health Day

World Thrombectomy Day

World Vasculitis Day

Xenogender Visibility Day

Ziua Europei (Moldova)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Chip Cookie Day

Hefe Day (Portland, Oregon)

National Pizza Party Day

National Slider Day

3rd Monday in May

Accounting Day [Monday of 3rd Full Week; also 5.13]

Battle of Las Piedras Day (Uruguay) [3rd Monday]

Make a Note Monday [3rd Monday]

Supply Chain Professional Day [3rd Monday]

Independence Days

Gamerland (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Paraguay (Independence Day, Day 2; from Spain, 1811)

Republic of Uniland (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Achillius of Larissa (Christian; Saint)

Aoi Matsuri (a.k.a. Hollyhock Leaf Crest Festival; Kyoto, Japan)

Argei (Ancient Rome) [also 3.16]

Athanasius of Alexandria (Coptic Church)

Bike to Work Day (Pastafarian)

Dymphna (Christian; Saint)

Festa dei Ceri (St. Ubaldo Day, Gubbio, Italy; Feast Day 5.16)

Hallvard Vebjørnsson (Roman Catholic Church)

Hesychius of Cazorla (Christian; Saint)

Hilary of Galeata (Christian; Saint)

Huldra’s Blot (Pagan)

Ides of May (Ancient Rome)

Isidore the Laborer, celebrated with festivals in various countries, the beginning of bullfighting season in Madrid (a.k.a. Isidore of Madrid; Christian; Saint)

Jagger Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Jasper Johns (Artology)

Jean-Baptiste de La Salle (Roman Catholic Church)

Mercuralia (Old Roman Festival to Mercury)

Peter, Andrew, Paul, and Denise (Roman Catholic Church)

Reticius (Roman Catholic Church)

Sophia of Rome, the fifth of the Ice Saints (Roman Catholic Church)

The Sublime Ms. M (Muppetism)

Vespasian (Positivist; Saint)

Welcome Time Travelers Yesterday (Pastafarian)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [27 of 60]

Premieres

Angels & Demons (Film; 2009)

Bowling for Columbine (Documentary Film; 2002)

Bulworth (Film; 1998)

The Cactus Kid (Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Chariots of Fire (Film; 1981)

A Crown of Swords, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 1996) [Wheel of Time #7]

East Side Story, by Squeeze (Album; 1981)

Fools Afloat or All the Drips at Sea (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 50; 1960)

Gesta Danorum, by Saxo Grammaticus (Danish History; 1514)

Gigi (Film; 1958)

God Bless the Go-Go’s, by The Go-Go’s (Album; 2001)

Greetings Bait (WB MM Cartoon; 1943)

The Ground Floor or That’s Me All Over! (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 49; 1960)

Laterals, by Tool (Album; 2001)

Lethal Weapon 3 (Film; 1992)

Mad Max: Fury Road (Film; 2015)

Marouf, Savetier de Caire, by Henri Rabaud (Opera; 1914)

The Matrix Reloaded (Film; 2003)

Pitch Perfect 2 (Film; 2015)

Porky and Gabby (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

Quest for Camelot (Animated Film; 1998)

Raising Hell, by Run-DMC (Album; 1986)

Raspberry Beret, by Prince (Song; 1985)

The Time Traveler’s Wife (TV Series; 2022)

Tokio Jokio (WB LT Cartoon; 1943)

21st Century Breakdown, by Green Day (Album; 2009)

Vision of Love, by Mariah Carey (Song; 1990)

Von Ryan’s Express, by David Westheimer (Novel; 1964)

Weezer (a.k.a. The Green Album), by Weezer (Album; 2001)

Wise Blood, by Flannery O’Connor (Novel; 1952)

Today’s Name Days

Hertraud, Rupert, Sonja, Sophie (Austria)

Izidor, Jakov (Croatia)

Žofie (Czech Republic)

Sophie (Denmark)

Sofia, Viia, Viiu (Estonia)

Sofia, Sohvi, Sonja (Finland)

Denise (France)

Hertraud, Sonja, Sophia (Germany)

Achilleas, Archillios, Kali, Pahomios (Greece)

Szonja, Zsófia (Hungary)

Achille, Germana, Mattia, Torquato (Italy)

Arita, Saulnesis, Sofija, Taiga (Latvia)

Algedas, Izodorius, Jaunutė, Sofija (Lithuania)

Hallvard, Halvor (Norway)

Afanazy, Atanazy, Berta, Cecyliusz, Czcibora, Dionizja, Izydor, Jan, Nadzieja, Ruprecht, Strzeżysław, Zofia (Poland)

Iacob, Pahomie (România)

Žofia (Slovakia)

Indalecio, Isidro (Spain)

Sofia, Sonja (Sweden)

Yardarm (Ukraine)

Sofia, Sonia, Sonya, Sophia, Sophie, Ward, Wardell (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 135 of 2024; 230 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 20 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 2 of 28]

Chinese: Month 3 (Bing-Chen), Day 26 (Gui-You)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 24 Iyar 5783

Islamic: 24 Shawwal 1444

J Cal: 14 Bīja; Sevenday [14 of 30]

Julian: 2 May 2023

Moon: 17%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 23 Caesar (5th Month) [Vespasian]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 6 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 57 of 90)

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 26 of 30)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 5.15

Holidays

Army Day (Slovenia)

Bring Flowers to Someone Day

Bring Your Legislator to School Day (North Carolina)

Cold Sophie's Day

Constituent Assembly Day (Lithuania)

Dinosaur Day (UK)

Discovery Day (Cayman Islands)

Festival of Masks (Los Angeles)

Flip Your Mattress Day

Germit Day (Fiji)

Halvard Vebjornsson (Norway)

Hyperemisis Gravidarum Awareness Day (a.k.a. HG Day)

International Conscientious Objectors Day

International Day of Families (UN)

International Fluevog Day

International Huntington’s Disease Awareness Day

International Kangaroo Care Awareness Day

International Men Can Wear Dresses Day

International Mucopolysaccharidoses Awareness Day (a.k.a. MPS Day)

International Political Coordinators Day

International Virtual Assistants Day

International Water Safety Day

Kamuzu Banda Day (Malawi)

Kan Phuetchamongkhon (Royal Plowing and Farmers Day; Thailand)

Kepler’s Law Day

Law Enforcement Memorial Day (Florida)

Mother’s Day (Paraguay)

Nakba Day (Palestine)

National Cycling Day

National Defense Transportation Day

National Hispanic Hepatitis Awareness Day

National Pathological Demand Avoidance Day

National Pun Day

National Safety Dose Day

National Senior Fraud Awareness Day

National Stockings Day

National Stop Nausea Day

National Tuberous Sclerosis Global Awareness Day

Never Turn Your Back on the Ocean Day

Nylon Stockings Day

Over the Rainbow Day

Peace Officers Memorial Day

Relive Your Past By Listening to the First Music You Ever Bought, No Matter What It Was!, No Excuses Now Day

Republic Day (Lithuania)

Rhododendron Festival (Mentone, Alabama)

San Isidro Day (Mexico, Spain)

Spring Astronomy Day

Straw Hat Day

Teachers' Day (Colombia, Mexico, South Korea)

Te Aso o te Tala Lei (Gospel Day; Tuvalu)

Tree Day (India)

VBF Day of Awareness (a.k.a. Vascular Birthmark Foundation Day of Awareness)

World Aeronautical Informational Services (AIS) Day

World Climate Change Day

World Orthodontic Health Day

World Thrombectomy Day

World Vasculitis Day

Xenogender Visibility Day

Ziua Europei (Moldova)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Chip Cookie Day

Hefe Day (Portland, Oregon)

National Pizza Party Day

National Slider Day

3rd Monday in May

Accounting Day [Monday of 3rd Full Week; also 5.13]

Battle of Las Piedras Day (Uruguay) [3rd Monday]

Make a Note Monday [3rd Monday]

Supply Chain Professional Day [3rd Monday]

Independence Days

Gamerland (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Paraguay (Independence Day, Day 2; from Spain, 1811)

Republic of Uniland (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Achillius of Larissa (Christian; Saint)

Aoi Matsuri (a.k.a. Hollyhock Leaf Crest Festival; Kyoto, Japan)

Argei (Ancient Rome) [also 3.16]

Athanasius of Alexandria (Coptic Church)

Bike to Work Day (Pastafarian)

Dymphna (Christian; Saint)

Festa dei Ceri (St. Ubaldo Day, Gubbio, Italy; Feast Day 5.16)

Hallvard Vebjørnsson (Roman Catholic Church)

Hesychius of Cazorla (Christian; Saint)

Hilary of Galeata (Christian; Saint)

Huldra’s Blot (Pagan)

Ides of May (Ancient Rome)

Isidore the Laborer, celebrated with festivals in various countries, the beginning of bullfighting season in Madrid (a.k.a. Isidore of Madrid; Christian; Saint)

Jagger Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Jasper Johns (Artology)

Jean-Baptiste de La Salle (Roman Catholic Church)

Mercuralia (Old Roman Festival to Mercury)

Peter, Andrew, Paul, and Denise (Roman Catholic Church)

Reticius (Roman Catholic Church)

Sophia of Rome, the fifth of the Ice Saints (Roman Catholic Church)

The Sublime Ms. M (Muppetism)

Vespasian (Positivist; Saint)

Welcome Time Travelers Yesterday (Pastafarian)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [27 of 60]

Premieres

Angels & Demons (Film; 2009)

Bowling for Columbine (Documentary Film; 2002)

Bulworth (Film; 1998)

The Cactus Kid (Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Chariots of Fire (Film; 1981)

A Crown of Swords, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 1996) [Wheel of Time #7]

East Side Story, by Squeeze (Album; 1981)

Fools Afloat or All the Drips at Sea (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 50; 1960)

Gesta Danorum, by Saxo Grammaticus (Danish History; 1514)

Gigi (Film; 1958)

God Bless the Go-Go’s, by The Go-Go’s (Album; 2001)

Greetings Bait (WB MM Cartoon; 1943)

The Ground Floor or That’s Me All Over! (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 49; 1960)

Laterals, by Tool (Album; 2001)

Lethal Weapon 3 (Film; 1992)

Mad Max: Fury Road (Film; 2015)

Marouf, Savetier de Caire, by Henri Rabaud (Opera; 1914)

The Matrix Reloaded (Film; 2003)

Pitch Perfect 2 (Film; 2015)

Porky and Gabby (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

Quest for Camelot (Animated Film; 1998)

Raising Hell, by Run-DMC (Album; 1986)

Raspberry Beret, by Prince (Song; 1985)

The Time Traveler’s Wife (TV Series; 2022)

Tokio Jokio (WB LT Cartoon; 1943)

21st Century Breakdown, by Green Day (Album; 2009)

Vision of Love, by Mariah Carey (Song; 1990)

Von Ryan’s Express, by David Westheimer (Novel; 1964)

Weezer (a.k.a. The Green Album), by Weezer (Album; 2001)

Wise Blood, by Flannery O’Connor (Novel; 1952)

Today’s Name Days

Hertraud, Rupert, Sonja, Sophie (Austria)

Izidor, Jakov (Croatia)

Žofie (Czech Republic)

Sophie (Denmark)

Sofia, Viia, Viiu (Estonia)

Sofia, Sohvi, Sonja (Finland)

Denise (France)

Hertraud, Sonja, Sophia (Germany)

Achilleas, Archillios, Kali, Pahomios (Greece)

Szonja, Zsófia (Hungary)

Achille, Germana, Mattia, Torquato (Italy)

Arita, Saulnesis, Sofija, Taiga (Latvia)

Algedas, Izodorius, Jaunutė, Sofija (Lithuania)

Hallvard, Halvor (Norway)

Afanazy, Atanazy, Berta, Cecyliusz, Czcibora, Dionizja, Izydor, Jan, Nadzieja, Ruprecht, Strzeżysław, Zofia (Poland)

Iacob, Pahomie (România)

Žofia (Slovakia)

Indalecio, Isidro (Spain)

Sofia, Sonja (Sweden)

Yardarm (Ukraine)

Sofia, Sonia, Sonya, Sophia, Sophie, Ward, Wardell (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 135 of 2024; 230 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 20 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 2 of 28]

Chinese: Month 3 (Bing-Chen), Day 26 (Gui-You)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 24 Iyar 5783

Islamic: 24 Shawwal 1444

J Cal: 14 Bīja; Sevenday [14 of 30]

Julian: 2 May 2023

Moon: 17%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 23 Caesar (5th Month) [Vespasian]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 6 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 57 of 90)

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 26 of 30)

[ketchup-monthly]

Night Talks - Chapter 2

@anxious-ace Chapter 2!

Loceit (pre-relationship)

Tws: alcohol mention, flower mention

It wasn’t until a month later that Logan found himself alone with Janus again. It wasn’t that they were deliberately avoiding each other, they just never seemed to be in the same place at the same time without Remus or another side around. The month had gone surprisingly well, especially with Virgil moving from the Dark Side to the Light Side, and any problems that could have arisen from that. As Virgil spent most of his time in his room—no longer a crypt, but a dark room with purple accents and fairy lights strung up near the ceiling—to get used to one thing at a time, the misunderstandings were few and far between. That’s not to say that there weren’t disagreements and accidents from those under his watchful eye, but the blame for most of them was to be placed on Patton and Roman.

As it was the last time he had run into Janus, it was late at night, though this time, Patton and Roman were asleep and Virgil was either asleep or enjoying quiet time in his room, free from an overly energetic prince. Logan was doing his final checks of the commons before checking the tenets of the Light Side, making sure that lights were turned off, countertop appliances were turned off, and there wasn’t anything left out on the counter that would attract pests or go bad. Logan was so focused on getting into the kitchen, on making sure there was nothing in the toaster or blender and that they were turned off and unplugged that he missed the dim light from a lamp in the corner of the seating area.

Logan shuffled around the kitchen, messing with appliances, and taking something green with a strange metallic sheen to it but a sticky texture and a strange smell out of the toaster before putting it in a tupperware container and placing it on the portion of the counter where he always left Remus’ experiments or pranks when he found them. After checking the rest of the kitchen, Logan sighed and walked back out into the sitting area, where he noticed a lamp on, light directed at a side curbed up in one of the armchairs. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Janus, staring forlornly at the pages of a book, eyes unmoving aside from the occasional sluggish blink.

“Janus?”

His head didn’t move, but his shoulders jumped up towards his ears before lowering to where they were prior.

“Why are you still up, is Remus setting off the fire alarms again?” Logan perched on the edge of the other armchair far as he could get from the other, not wanting to invade his personal space.

“I don’t miss him. I don’t miss the ambient sounds of another person in the room. I definitely don’t miss the sarcastic comments, or the secret smiles, or the way he used to look at Remus and I as if we meant the world to him. The days long past, when he was but a child, I don’t wish we had them back.”

“Virgil, I’m assuming. Wait one moment please.” Logan stood up, heading back into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of red wine from the fridge and two wine glasses. He set the glasses on the table between their chairs and uncorked the bottle, pouring it into the two glasses. He held a glass out to Janus.

“Here. Would you like me to tell you about what’s been going on on my side? With Virgil and the others? And in return, you could tell me about Remus?”

The other side took the glass and sat up, book closing and falling to his side. “Of course not. Care to converse over a game?”

He snapped his fingers, producing a deck of cards adorned with a black rose design on the back. He twisted, sitting cross-legged, sideways in the chair, facing Logan.

At the unexpectedly sharp noise, Logan looked closer, noting that Janus wasn’t wearing his gloves, for once. His scales didn’t just cover the side of his face, it seemed, as there were lighter scales creeping up the back of his hands. They looked to be in better condition than the ones on Janus’ face. Logan wondered what they felt like, if they were cool to the touch, if they were rough or smooth, if they felt like a real snake’s scales or like something else entirely.

He shook his head and looked back into Janus’ mismatched eyes, focusing again. “What game?” Logan pushed the wine glasses to one side of the table and put the wine bottle on the table behind him.

“Not Gin, that’s for certain. You must be aware of the rules, yes?” He carefully removed the cards from the box and methodically shuffled them after removing the jokers, eyes straying to look back at them.

Logan nodded. “I have played Gin before, Virgil taught me a few weeks ago, though I admit I have not played it very much since.”

At the mention of Virgil, Logan noticed a slight twitch on Janus’ face, as if it fell for a second before a mask was put back in place, resulting in a small hollow smirk resting across his lips.

“Very well.” He dealt the cards, giving them both ten cards and the extra card to Logan to start.

Logan looked at his hand, noticing familiar faces on a couple of his cards. “Janus, what theme is this deck of cards?”

Without looking up at him, moving his cards around his hand instead, the other answered. “Thomas. Look at the jokers.” He pushed them across the table into Logan’s line of sight.

On each of the cards was an image of Roman and Remus, the first a mostly black and green one where they rested back to back, each holding a flower, Roman gazing down at a wilted amaryllis forlornly and Remus smiling nicely, a vibrant handful of angelica clutched in his grasp. The other was mostly red and white, Roman, flushed and smiling, looking off into the distance with a bouquet of red roses held gently to his chest. Behind him is Remus, a single overgrown rhododendron losing petals from the tight grip Remus had on it, a manic grin on his face.

Logan’s eyebrows rose at the beautifully detailed images. “You designed these? They’re incredible.”

Janus nodded, peering up through his fringe at Logan, gauging his sincerity. “Thank you.” He gestured towards the table. “Shall we play?”

“Of course, allow me to take a minute to look at my hand before discarding.”

Logan looked closer at the cards in his hand. A five of clubs, a seven of clubs, a five of hearts, a seven of hearts, a jack of spades, an ace of spades, a four of spades, a six of spades, a jack of hearts, a kind of hearts, and a six of diamonds. He placed the six of diamonds into the center of the table and looked closer at the ace and the face cards.

The ace had Patton on it, a white camellia tucked behind his ear, holding a blue hydrangea with white jasmine flowers placed around it. The figure on the card is smiling, eyes crinkling at the corners, form haloed by forget-me-nots.

Virgil was the side placed on the jacks. He was sitting down on a patch of clover, white flowers poking up above the green mass, hood down but still bunched around his neck, playing with a single red columbine. A crown of edelweiss and what looked to be coriander woven in sat atop his purple locks, the white and green making the color stand out more.

Before he could look further at the king, a throat was cleared, causing him to look up.

“Are you going to play a card, Logan? Or simply sit there all night.” He was smirking, no hint of malice in his words.

“Apologies, I was admiring the craftsmanship.” The logical side looked down at the pile, seeing that his six had been taken and replaced by the two of clubs. He drew a card from the draw pile, picking up and putting back down the king of diamonds.

While Janus was taking his turn, Logan looked at the king. Since it wasn’t Roman, or even Remus, it had to have been Janus. He wouldn’t put Logan on the king on the deck of cards he had created, would he?

He had. The king card had Logan on it, gazing off to the side, a small smile on his face, a book gently pressed against his chin, a blue hyacinth bound to the front with twine. A laurel of violet and clematis adorned his head, and there were a couple herbs that Logan didn’t recognize laying at the bottom corner of the image. It could be rosemary, but he wasn’t as sure as he was about the identity of the other flowers.

He looked back up from his hand to see Janus glancing at him expectantly before turning back to the discard pile, where a five of spades now lay. Logan picked up the five of spades, exchanging it for the jack of spades. He watched carefully as Janus drew a card from the draw pile and placed it into his hand, face betraying nothing. He took another card from his hand and placed it in the discard pile, the nine of hearts.

As Logan had no need for it. He drew the queen of clubs from the pile and held it carefully, looking at the new design, that was of Janus, as he was the only side not yet included.

His eyes and mouth were closed, and his head was tilted down slightly, facing directly out from the card. In his ungloved hands he held a snapdragon, an anemone plant, and a belladonna. Pinned to his collar was a black-eyed susan, and tucked into the band of his hat lay a single sprig of lavender and a bittersweet blossom. It was a very beautiful card, but it didn’t sit right that Janus looked so sad in the image.

Logan placed the queen onto the discard pile, for it to be snatched up immediately by Janus who put a card face down and laid out his winning hand: the king, queen, and jack of clubs, the king, queen, jack, and ten of diamonds, and the sixes of diamonds, hearts, and clubs.

“A good game. I suppose you weren’t going to tell me about the others. A shame, for I so wanted to talk about Remus.” He sighed and took a sip of his wine.

“Hm. I must know less about this game than I thought. Another round? I’ll speak as we play, and this time I will not lose so fast.” Logan handed his cards back to Janus, who shuffled them expertly, the bridge making a satisfying sound.

He smirked, dealing out the cards again. “Tell me, then.”

Logan placed down the first card. “Patton almost burned the kitchen down again while trying to make cookies in the toaster. I’ve told him several times that he cannot do that, and even put a sign up on the toaster in the Light Side kitchen, but I believe he ignores it and Roman encourages it.”

Janus nodded and took his turn. “Delightful. Remus flooded our space with sewer water. Luckily, he claims that there was nothing actually in it, at least in the dark common area, but it still smelled horrible and left my shoes and pants with a wonderfully unique texture.”

“I would love to assist with one of his experiments sometime.”

“He’d be delighted if you did. Perhaps our commons would finally be clean. It must be your turn.”

“Thank you. While Roman is a, granted, very good singer, as one of the creativities, I would very much appreciate it if he could cease for a while so I could work in peace and quiet.”

“I don’t understand at all how you feel. Remus never does that, ever. Though his singing is closer to screeching. Used to drive Virgil nuts. He’d hide himself and refuse to come down or out.” Janus’ face fell again.

“He still does that, usually when Roman is being overbearing. Patton tries in vain to lure him down with cookies, but given that Patton tries to cook them in the toaster, I believe Virgil is within reason to refuse them. It’s unfortunate that it comes to it, but I have to take his headphones hostage.” Logan smiled.

The other side smiled back at him, a bit sad. “His foundation and eyeliner were always safe from me when he would do that with Remus and I. Even then, when he came down, it was straight for the snakeskin jacket and the shoes. I assume he still wears them around the three of you?”

He shook his head. “No, we haven’t seen him wear them yet. Must be just for you.”

Janus placed a card face down and laid out the cards in his hand, frowning. “Surely we don’t have time for another game?”

“We do, if you’d care to.” He handed the cards back to Janus, who pushed them back to him.

“You shuffle this time, and I’ll deal them.”

Logan clumsily tried to mimic the smooth motions that Janus had when he shuffled the cards. It wasn’t working quite right, the cards not all doing what he was having them do. Getting a bit frustrated, he handed them back. “How do you get them to do that?” he asked, a small pout on his face that he would deny being there.

“It came naturally to me.”

Logan had noticed a particular lilt to Janus’ voice that appeared only when he lied, and knowing the fact that he had to practice to be able to shuffle cards the way he could set Logan more at ease.

Janus dealt the cards and the game began. “I wonder what went wrong.”

“The two of you are very different individuals, but you are also very much the same. The space between you now may help you in the future, allow you to see past yourselves and see the other properly.”

“I suppose.”

“I’d suggest giving Virgil space until he feels like he can come to you and start a conversation. Don’t force him, but make sure he can tell that you are genuine about your intentions with him. One thing I’ve learned about Virgil is that he likes knowing that people are genuinely interested in talking with him or being around him.”

Janus smiled up at Logan. “Thank you.”

The two finished their game quietly, sipping their wine until their glasses were emptied and Logan placed the final card upon the discard pile face down, signifying a win for him.

Janus’ smile grew, the fangs on the left side of his mouth becoming visible. “An excellent game. May we play again soon.”

He took the cards from Logan and put them back in the box as Logan took the wine bottle and empty wine glasses back to the commons kitchen. Janus followed him after stowing the cards back wherever he had procured them from.

“The cards really are beautiful, you know.”

The human appearing side of Janus’ face flushed. “Thanksss.”

Logan turned to look at him. “I must ask though, why do you look so sad on your card? Aside from the twins, everyone else appears happy or content.”

“I am a mystery, Logan. If Logic himself cannot investigate, I fear Thomas is done for.” A small, self-deprecating smile painted his lips. “Goodnight, Logan.”

He walked away to the door that led to the Dark Side.

“Goodnight, Janus.” Logan retreated to the Light Side after having checked the lights and doors again, stopping in front of Virgil, Patton, and Roman’s rooms to make sure they were asleep before heading to his own room and drifting off.

Flower Meanings:

Roman- Amaryllis (pride), Red Rose (romance)

Remus- Angelica (inspiration), Rhododendron (danger, beware)

Patton- White Camellia (you’re adorable), Blue Hydrangea (gratitude for being understood, frigidity and apology), White Jasmine (Sweet love, Amiability), Forget-me-nots (true love memories, do not forget me)

Virgil- White Clover (think of me), Red Columbine (anxious, trembling), Edelweiss (courage, devotion), Coriander (hidden worth/merit)

Logan- Blue Hyacinth (constancy), Violet (watchfulness, modesty, faithfulness), Clematis (mental beauty), Savory (spice, interest), Rosemary (remembrance)

Janus- Snapdragon (deception, graciousness), Anemone (forsaken), Belladonna (silence), Black-eyed Susan (justice), Lavender (distrust), Bittersweet (truth)

[goldeneyedgirl]

JaliceWeek20 Day 4

Hand in Hand

JaliceWeek20 Day 4: Domestic Bliss

Notes: Another day, another very, very loose interpretation of the theme because I enjoy being contrary. This is kind of a post-script to the Angel/Demon prompt, Afterglow. 1.5 to go! (oh my god, am I actually going to finish every prompt?)

Word Count: 1,554

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If you had told him back in the Wars that one day he’d be sitting on the porch of an old Victorian in Maine with an actual Angel on his lap, eating a cookie the size of her head and explaining the significance of Dior’s New Look to him from a magazine that he suspects weighs more than she does, well, he would have thought you touched in the head and destroyed you on sight.

Especially if you included the fact that he loved her more than anything in creation - past, present, and future. And she loved him just the same.

But that is exactly how he finds himself on that late summer afternoon.

She looks up at him with a guilty smile. “You don’t care about this at all,” she murmurs, closing her reading material.

He chuckles at her. “Of course I do.”

“No you don’t,” Alice looks down at the magazine, her fingers stroking the cover. “It’s silly.”

“It’s not silly, and I do care, because you do,” he says, covering her hand with his. “I’m glad you’ve found a passion.” Esme has begun teaching her to sew, to draw up simple patterns, and Alice has been a quick study. Even now, the pretty green dress she’s wearing is one that she sewed herself, complete with daisies embroidered on the hem. He remembers the rank grey rag she was wearing the day he found her. She was beautiful then, too, but this dress, this life, it’s all what she deserves.

He is rewarded with a beaming smile. “Tell me about your day,” she asks, tucking her hair behind her ear. It’s been years since he found her, and whilst her hair has grown somewhat, it has never grown longer than her chin, delicate, shiny little waves he loves to stroke.

It’s been several months since he finally accepted the inevitable and kissed her, admitted he loved her, and let her convince him that the only person who decided the worthiness of the man at her side was her, and she had always thought him plenty worthy of her attentions. The family had reacted as expected when their courtship was revealed - Carlisle had been smug but overjoyed for both of them, and Esme’s delight had filled the room. Edward had been mostly disinterested, though Jasper was sympathetic when he felt the boy’s cold loneliness in a house full of couples. Emmett had high-fived Alice - apparently the man had been privy to Alice’s very patient and tolerant pining, whilst Rosalie shook her head but quietly said something to Alice that made her smile.

Their courtship has been slow - Alice’s memories from before he met her are mostly lost; she still has no idea how she came to be in Philadelphia, who or where her family were, anything that came before. She remembers a few little cultural things from angels - a little of the language that she claims are mostly insults and swears, and a couple of songs - but nothing substantial. Which is to say, any possible love affairs are utterly forgotten, and in her mind, he is her first (and only and true) love, and her very first kiss. And whilst he is, frankly, impatient to get to other ‘firsts’, he lets her set their pace.

They have all the time in the world.

He tells her about school; contemporary mathematics remained illusive when the school year officially ended, so twice a week he goes to the high school to catch up on those classes - with Emmett in tow, just in case. The whole thing is an exercise in futility - one class, and he was already caught up, but the act is important. And he tries not to be too dismissive, when Alice remains locked up tight in the house, too inhuman to be allowed at school just yet when she is so desperate to be apart of the world, to be hand-in-hand with him at every moment of the day.

Her wrist catches his eye, and he pauses in his story to inspect it closer. The celestial tattoos that adorn both her arms from wrist to elbow have settled into a silvery-grey colour, and are adorned with a tangle of flowers and stars and symbols. But one thing he noticed, and she already knew, is that they change - fading and twisting and reforming, to tell a new story. There were columbines dotted over both arms when they first met, but now they are all but gone. Today’s addition is another rose - but whilst the other rose on her arm is a blossom in full bloom, this one is the flower and stem complete with thorns, curved around the blooming rose, the iris, and the carnation.

“Another new one?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to it.

“One I am grateful to receive,” she says mysteriously. She’s never offered an explanation or a translation to the markings, despite blatant hints from Carlisle, but she seems to remember, or at least understand. He knows it’s a proper language, or some kind of map - he figures he might be able to decipher it all if he ever gets a proper peek at the rest of the tattoos - he knows of the ones that sit on her along her collarbone, and run down the length of her spine. He’d very much like to get the opportunity to memorise those ones.

She flits inside not long after, ostensibly searching for food - she had shocked them all with her odd feeding habits when they first arrived, going for days with nothing before eating the entire contents of the fridge in six hours. Her obsession with sugar that once lead to Esme being quite shocked to discover her sitting on the kitchen table, drinking from the honey jar. He thinks it’s adorable, the rest of them think its funny - Emmett almost always has a lollipop or candy bar on hand for her.

He watches the sun sink below the horizon, listening to the hum of voices inside the house, and he thinks back through the years. Back to before the Cullens, before Alice, before Philadelphia. To his misery and loneliness and total lack of purpose. That hollow space has long since been filled - with the love that he shares with Alice, the affection and respect that he has for the Cullens, and for the mental peace hunting animals has brought him. But he doesn’t forget where he came from, how long and hard that road was.

There are the familiar light footsteps as Alice returns, her magazine and cookie both missing, but her lips stained with some kind of berry juice. Her tongue darts out to lick it off as she delicately leaps back into her place in his lap with feline grace and certainty.

“You’re out here all alone,” she says, her arms threading around his neck. Night has begun to settle in, and the weather is comfortable - she notices it more than he does, so he’s become intensely aware of the temperature to make sure she doesn’t get too cold or too wet or too warm. She laughs at him, but he can’t help it. Being able to take care of her like that is a gift he will never be worthy of. “Unless you want to be alone?”

The rest of the Cullens are aware of how… mercurial he can be, and are careful not to crowd him without the certainty they will be welcomed. Alice is more attuned to him, his gift carefully looped around her so that they are always aware of the other, of how they are feeling. Jasper will never admit to anyone but himself, when they are curled together and she is sleeping, that it’s a wonderful feeling, to know and have her like that. But that link is enough for her to know, and Alice never resists just asking him what he wants.

“Never,” he swears, pressing a kiss to her cheek that makes her beam - she smells like the warmth of the kitchen, and fresh fruit, and clean cotton and a million different things. Some are human things that should repulse him, but instead he just revels in the memory of Esme’s joy of baking for someone, and Alice’s delight in each cake and cookie and muffin. “There’s not a single moment I can think of that cannot be improved by your presence, darlin’.”

“Sweet-talker,” she grins, but the slight blush on her cheeks tells him the flattery has done its work. It’s true, though; he looks forward to the times in the future when they will be together more often, when he won’t have to leave her behind every day, but instead go hand-in-hand together.

And as she settles back against him, a familiar warm weight tucked against him with her head on his shoulder with faint strands of sleepiness, contentedness and affection drifting to him, he catches a glimpse of the markings on her collarbone, of a Texas bluebonnet woven around a magnolia, and he really cannot fathom how he manage to deserve this fate - to be allowed to be this peaceful, this happy…

This loved.

And so, he sits there and watches the night pass them by, as his angel sleeps on his shoulder. A good night, a good life indeed.

[battle-of-alberta]

CHARACTER BIO: RED DEER

[ Bio ] [ Relationships ] [ Trivia ]

Notes:

Red’s key shape is a rectangle. She is a longue gorl.

The city’s name is actually a misnomer and a poor translation of the Cree waskasoo seepee - “Elk River”. Still, literal red deer factor prominently in city symbolism and funnily enough the modern Cree name for the city, mihkwâpisimosos, is a literal translation of the English.

Official Cookie: Yes, Red Deer has an official cookie (The caramel surprise) and the recipe is on their website! I haven’t made it yet, but with halloween candy going on sale soon, maybe it’s a good time.

Flower: Red Deer’s official flower is the red star columbine, which is native to the area.

Tartan: The colours of Red Deer’s official tartan are: green for parks, red for Red Deer (i can’t), white for snow, blue for sky and river, black for oil and soil, gold for golden anniversary and grain.

Transcription below the cut.

City Info

City: Red Deer

Nicknames: Dead Rear

Region: Central (Parkland)

Population: 100,000+

Founded: 1882

Incorporated: 1894 / 1901 / 1913

Other: Alberta's 4th largest city

Character Info

Name: Elaine "Red" Hartley (she/her)

"Birthday": May 31st (Gemini)

Height: 5'11"

Heritage: Métis [First Nations (Cree, Blackfoot, Stoney) + European (English, Scottish)]

Hair: Red

Eyes: Light brown

MBTI: ESFP

Symbols

Tartan

Cookie

Flower

Crest

Bio

Red is the heart of the Alberta cities, literally and figuratively. Being smack dab in the middle of the province leaves her running back and forth to check in with everyone on their travels, but she's a good sport and certainly doesn't mind the exercise.

Red Deer's purpose has changed little over the past century or so. Established as a halfway rest-stop between Edmonton and Calgary on an ancient First Nations trail, Red continues to house and feed weary travellers along what is now Gasoline Alley. The trip that once took well over a day can now be made to Red well within two hours; she has been a little more starved for contact lately since travellers rarely seem to notice she has a downtown at all.

[somnolancee]

"My most precious belonging!"

[dragonnan]

20 Questions

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Rules: Answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better. (or you know - don’t? Cause I prefer no pressure)

1. NAME: Tanya 2. NICKNAMES: Nan (to family), T, Drag (to online friends), Auntie Nanny  3. ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus 4. HEIGHT: 5′5″ 5. LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, dog (arguably?  We tend to communicate awesome unless he sees a squirrel or the mailman) 6. NATIONALITY: born in America but my genetics all belong in Europe (Norwegian, German, Irish, English, Dutch)  7. FAVORITE SEASON: Autumn.  8. FAVORITE FLOWER: It’s a tossup between Bellwort (which I called “droopy yellow flowers”) and pink columbine (I would always bite the little balls of nectar from the top) - both of which grew wild in the woods behind our farmhouse and I used to pick them for my mom (clueless that she was allergic because she always seemed pleased and never let on that they were bad for her)

9. FAVORITE SCENT: There isn’t “one” - that’s impossible.  But scents I love are: the metallic blue of rain, the fresh watermelon crispness of newly mown grass, dark garden soil, cookies baking, as well as less common ones: the faint scent of exhaust, also the very faint smell of cheap cigarettes, Noxzema face cream, manure that’s been processed as fertilizer, dog feet.  10. FAVORITE COLOR: um, ALL OF THEM?? I’m a fucking artist dammit lol! (Ok but I AM partial to red-gold and, in recent years, pink) 11. FAVORITE ANIMAL: They are all good boys and girls - don’t discriminate the critters! 12. FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER(s): Another silly question - I fucking add new faves constantly! Trying to keep this shit manageable however - these people remain high level faves: Tony Stark, Shawn Spencer, Burton Guster, Stephen Strange, Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock (RDJ), Tenth and Eleventh Doctor, Data (Star Trek), Doctor (Star Trek), Seven of 9 (Star Trek)  13. COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: I love them all but can’t drink coffee (too acidic) or hot cocoa (too much sugar) 14. AVERAGE SLEEP HOURS: fuck.... like lately 3 to 5 if I’m lucky. I have to try to catch up with naps during the day 15. DOG OR CAT PERSON: Doggers! I like cats but I’m allergic and they have too many stabby ends 16. NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: ...6?  I don’t sleep “normal” - I nest.  I have a soft blanket instead of a sheet (sheets are too rough) and then sort swirl blankets in a layered arrangement in place of pillows and then snuggle beneath more blankets. 17. DREAM TRIP: London 18. BLOG ESTABLISHED: May 2012 19. FOLLOWERS: 629 20. RANDOM FACT: I was once chased by 3 grizzly bears in Alaska all at the same time. That advice about playing dead is worth absolute bullshit, fyi, when other fisherman choose to run past you clinging to their catch instead of dropping that shit like intelligent humans.

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[guernsey-island]

Please answer 1-98 >:3

Weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?      water bottles 2. chocolate bars or lollipops?      chocolate bars 3. bubblegum or cotton candy?      cotton candy, though I don't like either very much 4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?      I don't know 5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?      plastic cups??? 6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?      sportswear I guess 7. earbuds or headphones?      I only have earbuds right now, but I like both 8. movies or tv shows?      tv shows, but that doesn't mean I don't like movies too 9. favorite smell in the summer?      the ocean 10. game you were best at in p.e.?      capture the flag 11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?      whatever I can find 12. name of your favorite playlist?      "Good Songs :D" 13. lanyard or key ring?      key ring 14. favorite non-chocolate candy?      I don't particularly like any non-chocolate candy. Too artificial and sweet :/ 15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?      Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes 16. most comfortable position to sit in?      leaning back and with my legs out 17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?      white converse 18. ideal weather?      raining or a mild temperature like 80 degrees F paired with high humidity 19. sleeping position?      I fall asleep on my side and wake up on my back 20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?      Google docs heheh 21. obsession from childhood?      I was one of those warrior cats kids (no, I didn't pretend to be warrior cats at recess) 22. role model?      Snickers 23. strange habits?      popping my back, checking sunset/sunrise times 24. favorite crystal?     all crystals are great 25. first song you remember hearing?      Counting Stars by OneRepublic 26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?      hiking 27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?      reading 28. five songs to describe you?      Modern Loneliness- Lauv // Scared of Heights- Loving Caliber // backpack- slchld // By Now- Will Jay // Come True- khai dreams, Forrest., Biskwiq 29. best way to bond with you?      don't annoy me 30. places that you find sacred?      the beach when no one is there or deep in the mountains 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?      ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 32. top five favorite vines?      road work ahead, jared 19, damn daniel, 2 bros chillin in a hot tub, x files theme 33. most used phrase in your phone?      probably >:3 34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?      that spotify ad about peter and jumping/skipping rope. IF you knew what an 8track tape was!! 35. average time you fall asleep?      ~2:30am 36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?      the pepe the frog memes 37. suitcase or duffel bag?      suitcase 38. lemonade or tea?      lemonade but tea is also superb 39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?      lemon cake bc I've never had lemon meringue pie 40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?      I don't really remember. Let's go with Mr. Rightmyer and Mr. Mikow in general (ig matrix_multiplication). or maybe the time Sami put a lamp on her head and pretended to be Shaggy 41. last person you texted?      Snickers 42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?      jacket pockets 43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?      hoodie 44. favorite scent for soap?      hmmm something tropical 45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?      sci-fi 46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?      clothing 47. favorite type of cheese?      swiss or colby jack or parmigiano-reggiano 48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?      peaches bc they're the best fruit 49. what saying or quote do you live by?      "you become what you think about" "success is the progressive realization of a worthy goal or ideal"- Earl Nightingale "the opposite of courage is not cowardice, it is conformity" "sanity and happiness are an impossible combination"- Mark Twain "If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading"- Lao Tzu "failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough" - Og Mandino 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?      let's go with https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TilHylia7rE and more recently, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voncdcV648g 51. current stresses?      upcoming exams, writing essays 52. favorite font?      My current favorites are Frank Ruhl Libre, Overlock, and Rajdhani 53. what is the current state of your hands?      good, though I perpetually have a bump on one finger from writing too much 54. what did you learn from your first job?      job?? what job? 55. favorite fairy tale?      three little pigs 56. favorite tradition?      sleeping 57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?      I don't know 58. four talents you’re proud of having?      Freestyling (ground moves and juggling), shooting knuckleballs, popping my back really well, running a 5-6 minute mile 59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?      I don’t know what my catchphrase would be 60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?      a shonen where the protagonist is trying to survive in a crazy world, become the best at something, or master some special power (examples: tower of god or solo leveling if it was an anime) OR something with a mafia 61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?      "Well, if you only knew how little I really know about the things that matter"- Elio in cmbyn the movie (think about this quote all the time) "Let us cultivate our garden"-Candide in Candide by Voltaire “The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God's name is Abraxas.”- Sinclair in Demian by Hermann Hesse “I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?”- Sinclair in Demain by Hermann Hesse “Know yourself and go in swinging.”- More than this by Patrick Ness “Just leave me alone. I’m not myself. I’m falling apart, and I don’t want you here.”- Charlie in Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes Tons of quotes and references from Arthur, httyd, and other media 62. seven characters you relate to?      Lance (vld), zuko (atla), okonkwo (things fall apart), nwoye (things fall apart), bokuto (haikyuu), sinclair (demian), hiccup (httyd) 63. five songs that would play in your club?      Wednesday Girl- Elijah Who, Aso, Peachy!, Kudasaibeats, slchld // Way Back Home- SHAUN, Conor Maynard, Sam Feldt // Let Me Down Slow (Acoustic)- New Hope Club // Crush Culture- Conan Gray // All Night Long- TAEYEON, LUCAS 64. favorite website from your childhood?      animal jam 65. any permanent scars?      I have a ton of scars on my legs and knees. I ran into a cart at staples once and have a big scar from that. I have a few scars on my elbows too 66. favorite flower(s)?      columbine (CO state flower) 67. good luck charms?      none 68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?      I have no idea 69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?      I don’t know 70. left or right handed?       right 71. least favorite pattern?      cheetah or zebra print 72. worst subject?      hmmm biology but only bc I don't put in the effort 73. favorite weird flavor combo?      I don't know. I like food 74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?      I don't think I've experienced enough pain to accurately answer this question. I've only taken ibuprofen once (when I got my wisdom teeth taken out), but I didn't think it was that necessary to take 75. when did you lose your first tooth?      probably when I was six 76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?      scalloped potatoes, hash browns, Spanish tortillas, potato salad, mashed potatoes 77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?      aloe vera 78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?      sushi from a grocery store 79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?      school ID 80. earth tones or jewel tones?      earth tones 81. fireflies or lightning bugs?      they're called fireflies 82. pc or console?      pc 83. writing or drawing?      writing 84. podcasts or talk radio?      podcasts 84. barbie or polly pocket?      no 85. fairy tales or mythology?      mythology 86. cookies or cupcakes?      cookies 87. your greatest fear?      Accidentally biting off my tongue and then choking on it, seeing things in mirrors, being stabbed with a knife as I enter a hotel elevator, receiving emails 88. your greatest wish?      Happiness??? I don’t know 89. who would you put before everyone else?      Snickers 90. luckiest mistake?      I don't know 91. boxes or bags?      boxes 92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?      sunlight 93. nicknames?      let's not talk abt that,,, 94. favorite season?      spring or summer 95. favorite app on your phone?      google play books, goodreads, tumblr, kakaotalk, spotify, google keep 96. desktop background?      it's a slideshow. the background at the moment is a photo of Manarola, Italy taken by Peter Hegedus. It's one of my favorite photographs of all time 97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?      three not including 911 (so four) 98. favorite historical era?     1300s in the Mongol empire or around when the spice trade was at its peak, 1800s in America during westward expansion, 1920s, ancient egypt, Harlem Renaissance 

[whatwashernameagain]

I’m dying to be with you - Chapter 1

Warnings: Hospitals, contemplation of death, hypochondria

Masterpost

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In Patton’s humble opinion, the threat of an imminent death was no reason to be gloomy! Not as long as there were so many pretty things to enjoy! Summer was on its way and the late spring-flowers in the park surrounding the hospital were in full bloom – light pink columbine with their delicate hats, cheerful little daisies in the grass with which he liked to weave flowery necklaces, tulips with their bright cup-like heads, tiny snowdrop anemones with white petals hiding in the shade of the trees he liked to crawl under when he was unwatched, and all of the lovely wildflowers in the field right next to the park. Bright yellow little bird’s-foot flowers was dancing in the wind there while pink Corncockle flowers were complementing them next to large, cloudy swaths of cow parsley, which looked perfectly white, like foam floating over the fields. There were many more, short and tall and lovely in their own way. Patton found them even prettier than the large, perfectly straight tulips or lilies that were especially bred to be flashy and perfect.

His favorite flower was the Cornflower, which was small and feathery, growing even among many other weeds and still shining so much more brightly and vibrantly than all of them. They were the exact same shade as the eyes of his handsome, serious doctor.

Patton sighed softly as he contemplated the chestnut tree in front of his window. He thought its large, finger-like leaves were especially lush and green today, still wet and fresh after the rain that had showered it this night. Perhaps he could sneak out and shake some leftover raindrops into his hair? The serious doctor would frown upon hearing this idea, he was sure.

As they did so often, his thoughts would stray to the man with the cornflower eyes. Envisioning his tall, straight form, his perfectly groomed raven hair, his severe face that often looked tired, yet made Patton’s hummingbird heart feel stronger, like it had all the power in the world. Especially when he recalled how the doctor’s face warmed when he looked at Patton, how he would roll his lovely eyes at his puns, how his lips would curl in an unintentional smile – yes, everything in his chest was working just fine when he thought about doctor Sanders.

Right on cue, a knock sounded at his door. Three times, perfectly even. Patton lit up impossibly bright, sitting up and ruffling his hair. He had been a little lonely in his room after the sweet old lady had been discharged. She had told him so many stories and shared her wonderful cookie recipe with him. He was excited to go home and try it! It would surely be very soon, Patton was an optimist after all! While he was here though, he might as well enjoy the things he could not get at home.

“Come in!” He called brightly.

I know, Patton thought to his leaping little heart, he really does look especially handsome today.

Doctor Sanders was wearing the navy blue vest under his white coat that his excited patient liked best. It hugged his slim waist just right and made him look so elegant – he always was, with his tie and pressed white shirt and tailored trousers in shades of blue and black. His glasses were a little crooked on his nose though, and he was balancing way too many files in his arms, looking a little overworked already. That would not do! Patton had made it his mission to help him relax and made the dutiful man smile at least once a day. He worked so hard, looking after him was really the least he could do!

Doctor Sanders gave him a curt nod and a quick once over as he entered the room, apparently noticing the state of his hair with worry. “Salutation Mr Fairchild.” He greeted, already looking down at Patton’s file attentively. The bubbly patient huffed.

“Do call me Patton, pretty please!” He argued (again), looking up at the man with his playful, light blue eyes. He knew well how to get his attention after all. And sure enough, he blushed as Patton leaned closer, clasping his hands in front of his chest innocently.

Clearing his throat, he argued halfheartedly, “Such behavior would be unprofessional, I really should not -” He broke off helplessly, as Patton dropped his head in apparent sadness.

“Well, alright – Patton.” He conceded. He always did. This little dance was part of their routine. Pat beamed.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Doctor Sanders asked. He looked down at the thick file in his hands, perhaps to hide his embarrassment?

“Well, actually, I think I might be coming down with something,” Patton mumbled, running a hand over his forehead, into his intentionally messy, silky honey curls. “I feel like I might be running a little hot.” He breathed, leaning closer.

The doctor’s brow furrowed. Infections were common in such conditions and not to be trifled with. Before he could call a nurse to take the patients temperature, his free hand was grabbed in a smaller, softer one. He instantly felt a blush climbed his cheeks.

“Would you have a look, doctor?” Patton asked innocently, pulling the large, elegant hand closer and placing it against his smooth cheek.

He knew he should not trick the kind man like this, but his hands were so warm and felt so nice, he was powerless to resist. Especially because of the way the severe lines around his mouth would always soften when he was with Patton.

Putting his files down, he placed both hands on Patton’s pretty face, one on his cheek, the other on his forehead, feeling his temperature carefully. The patient sighed in pleasure, closing his eyes.  

Frowning, doctor Sanders brushed a thumb over a pale forehead and cradled smooth skin and finely shaped bones. “Your face does indeed feel a little heated, Mr. - Patton.” He conceded.

It did? Must be the pleased blush that was spreading across his freckled nose and cheeks and made his ears redden.

“I should take your temperature in order to monitor your condition properly.” He muttered, already deep in thought and pulling his hands back. That would not do – Patton felt cold and alone the moment he was released and snatched his hands back quickly, to the surprise of the other. He wanted just a little more!

“Actually, I think my lymph nodes might be swollen, could you have a look as well? Pleeeease?” He begged prettily, batting his dark lashes at the taller man. Hiding his smile was hard upon spotting the way the attractive man ducked his head and cast his gaze down for a moment, clearly flustered. He was so adorable when he was awkward! Pat felt like squealing at him. The doctor should be used to Patton’s flirting and his attempts to get close, but he still indulged him every time, no matter how silly his reasons were. It gave the smaller man hope.

He was well aware of how silly his infatuation with this man was, of course. The doctor was – he was – amazing! Not only was he handsome in a classical way, with the pale skin of his aristocratic face contrasting so well with tidy, raven hair and with the way his tailored suit and vests complimented his trim waist and long legs. He was also the most intelligent and sweet man Patton had ever met! The first one came as a surprise to no one, of course. The clinic prided itself on the experts it employed, and doctor Sanders was one of their most prestigious employees. However, he seemed to appear rather arrogant and unfeeling to some patients Patton had talked to. Some had even called him cold. Ridiculous! How could they not see the way he went above and beyond for all of his patients, how he treated even the janitors who cleaned the hallways during the night with the same respect as the most esteemed colleague? How he was so attentive to Pat’s favorite nurse’s feelings and insecurities, how he was so kind to Roman and took him seriously when no one else would, no matter how loud and obnoxious he was being? And how he carefully picked every word he spoke to Patton, how he listened to all of his stories and worries alike and indulged him as much as he possibly could, no matter how silly he was being? Even now, he was nothing but lenient and adorable with him in his response!

“A-alright. It would not be prudent to neglect your worries.” He conceded. Patton beamed at him. Yes. This man was anything but cold. He was gentle and protective and perhaps even a little shy.

He was unashamed in showing his pleasure as the professional hands returned to his face, tilting his chin up this time and allowing gentle fingertips to press along the underside of his jaw. The former counselor shivered slightly at the intimate touch and closed his eyes once again in order to savor the sensation. Warmth flooded his body.

“Curious – your Submental and Submandibular nodes appear to be functioning normally.” The dark haired man mumbled, unintentionally allowing his patient to enjoy the deep baritone of his voice.

Oh! A happy thrill shot through Patton as he made a new discovery. The doctor had callouses across the index and middle finger, perhaps from writing so much with this fancy, dark fountain pen in his chest-pocket? He spotted new and interesting details every day! Patton felt lucky to be in the position he was in, felt like he could spend the rest of his life exploring this man – not only the long, elegant lines of his body, but also his little quirks, his reactions, the things he liked or that made him frown.

A sigh escaped him, as the cautious touch brushed along his jaw to his ears, where careful thumbs pressed down over the sensitive skin behind them, while large hands cupped his neck in a warm grip, keeping him still – as if he would want to be anywhere else in the world right now. He relaxed further as the man’s fingertips brushed the downy, curling hair at the back of his neck.

“The Retroauricular ones appear unaffected as well.” The doctor muttered, sounding less concerned and more exasperated.

Though his patient’s little white-lie must have become fairly obvious by now, he allowed his hands to slip further down, cupping the slender throat and feeling for swelling along the sides of Patton’s sensitive neck where his heart made his pulse thunder excitedly under thin skin. A shiver that must have been apparent to the attentive man ghosted over Patton’s skin, making him feel alive and naughty.

He grinned brightly up at the taller man as he was released, cheerfully chirping “Thank you so much, doctor! I feel so much better already – your treatment is hands down the best!”

The attractive medic scowled at him mildly but appeared to forgive his antics. Pat did not mind how obvious his flirting was, he had no time to waste to let the other known how he felt! When every day could be your last, you learned what mattered to you. And he liked being playful.

Just as the older man prepared to undoubtedly list all of the additional, boring precautions he would have to take, the door to his room was flung open dramatically, letting in a metaphorical gust of fresh, rainbow-colored air.  

“Out of the way, peasants - this is an emergency!” The muffled voice of Patton’s favorite friend rang through the room. Roman’s tall form looked dashing in his magenta jacket and white shirt, whose low neckline exposed the tan skin over his collarbones and clung to his well defined upper body. His caramel hair fell in artfully tousled waves and his green eyes shone with passion. Half of his handsome face was also covered in his customary surgical mask.

“Thank the fairy godmother you are here, doctor Sanders! My condition is quite serious, you must have a look immediately!” He cried, flinging his designer bag on the chair next to the door and pulling his jacket off to uncover delightfully defined arms. His striking eyes showed pretty laugh lines at the corners as his covered lips pulled into a pleased smile upon spotting his friend.

“Patton, my doe – I am so glad I get to see you in my hour of despair! How are you, darling?” He hesitated in the process of dropping his expensive jacket onto the empty bed. “Are those sheets washed? Who was here before? Where they infectious?!” His voice grew higher in the end, as he shuffled away from the bed as if it would attack him with its diseased folds of unassuming, white fabric.

Patton beamed so hard, his cheeks hurt. “It’s fine, Ro! Just a lovely old lady with a broken hip, she was really sweet! Now come on over and give good old Patton a hug! I’ll make it better!”

Roman huffed tragically. “Not even your hugs can make me feel better, fair Patton! The situation is truly quite hopeless, I’m afraid! WHY are you just standing there, fix me!” He cried at the unfortunate doctor, waving his rubber glove encased hands at himself. He still hurried over to Patton after voicing his complaints though. What sort of man would turn down the most loving embrace on the planet in his final hours?

The lovely little patient immediately wrestled himself free from the covers and wrapped himself around the distraught author. Poor Roman curled into his arms, burrowing in. Patton ran his soft hands through lush curls and hummed tenderly, rubbing his smooth cheek against his friend’s perfect cheekbones. He giggled slightly as he considered how lucky he was to be surrounded by such handsome men! His friend did not have it easy though. His hypochondria made him see danger and illness at every turn and made him fear every little change in his body – he was quite the regular at the hospital. Thankfully since his first, anonymously published book had become such a huge success, he could afford to donate to the hospital and get all the special attention he wanted. Patton suspected his own preferential treatment might have to do with that as well, even though he could not prove it. His friend really was too good to him! He was so proud of Roman for how caring he was and how hard he worked on himself! His condition used to be so much worse, confining him to his sterile flat and leaving him frightened and stressed. All of that therapy had really paid off. Sometimes, Patton suspected he might have additional reasons for coming to the hospital so often. He pressed a kiss to all of that silky, well-groomed hair, just because his friend deserved more kisses and made him feel so protected and safe in his strong arms. Roman always made him feel like only sunshine and happiness existed in his arms.

A cough made them finally pull apart.

“Would you describe the symptoms, Mr. Prince?” Doctor Sanders requested stiffly. He had pulled a file out of his pile that was even larger than Patton’s. It sported a glittery rainbow sticker Roman had stuck on it defiantly a while ago, claiming its drab exterior was an insult to his fabulous nature. Its edge was scratched off before somebody had apparently given up on removing it.

“Ugh, finally! What do I have to do to get some attention here?! I am suffering dreadfully!” Roman cried. Ticking things off on his fingers, he laid out his theories after showing the reddish discoloration on his forearm. “I am sure it is either the Chickenpox, kidney failure or Leukemia. I am too attractive to die, you must do something!”

The serious doctor took a deep breath, internally counting to ten. “I believe I have advised you repeatedly not to enter your symptoms into online search engines. Their results have proven to be unreliable at best.” He chastised as he pulled on rubber gloves in deference to his patient’s fear of infection and grasped the distraught patient’s arm in order to examine it, just as the door was flung open again.

“It’s a xerosis.” A deep, scathing voice growled darkly. The man who had grumpily voiced his opinion was younger than all of them with his 21 years, and looked very annoyed indeed. Despite the dark circles under his eyes and his fierce glare, he was strikingly pretty with his purple hair, moonlight fair skin, fine-boned limbs and onyx eyes. Roman appeared to think so too, judging by the dreamy sigh that escaped him as his gaze traveled across the thin form. Until he remembered the rude remark thrown at him in such an unqualified manner!

“It is not!” He cried, deeply offended. “I am taking exceptional care of my skin, thank you very much!”

“You bathe too much in your fucking milk and rose-petal filled golden bathtub or something. Why are you still listening to this idiot?” The young nurse growled at the older doctor, crossing his arms over his purple scrubs. Their color was slightly mismatched to the darker shade of his hair. Nothing about the girly shade made him look feeble or soft though.

“Who made you a doctor?! Last time I checked, you were a naive little nurse whose job it is to see to my needs!” Roman exclaimed, flailing his arms grandly and nearly hitting his unsuspecting doctor.

“I don’t need to be one to know you are full of shit, prince prissy!” The young man growled.

Roman gasped, clasping a hand over his chest dramatically. “Prissy?! I bear the cruelest of fate like the brave prince I am, without complaint -”

Patton had started giggling helplessly, apparently reminding the author of the fact that he was currently in the process of complaining. Roman spluttered and chose to take a different approach to this rude little troublemaker.

“Just - be quiet and look pretty!” He ordered, turning up his nose at him.

The nurse groaned in exasperation. “It’s a xerosis. You are not.dying.” He emphasized, stalking closer on light soles like a graceful, grumpy cat.

“It is not and yes I am!” Roman wailed, growing even louder as the doctor finally managed to secure his flailing arm.

“Actually, nurse River’s assessment is very much feasible.” He uttered.

The nurse smirked infuriatingly as Roman deflated, before the dramatic man puffed up all of his metaphorical feathers like an angry, tiny bird, getting ready to chirp and protest. Doctor Sanders cut off the commotion before it could begin.

“Nevertheless, I shall run some test, to ensure your optimal health.”

“What – Seriously?!” The lithe nurse exclaimed, clearly exasperated. Roman obnoxiously preened at him.

Well used to the chemistry that made those two fight like cats and dogs, Patton chose to ignore their argument in order to greet his dearest nurse. He held his arms open and made grabby hands at the purple haired man with a pleading expression. “Don’t I get a hug, kiddo?” He asked, making sure to look extra pitiful.

Virgil sighed in exasperation. He could not believe how Patton’s large, innocent eyes had everyone wrapped around his little finger, including himself. He was usually insecure about physical contact with most people, but he could never resist those cuddles. They were so soft and safe. Stepping around the screeching idiot, he tentatively brought his arms up, only to be pulled against the smaller man and get squished in an adorning embrace.

Patton made sure to run his fingers through the perpetually tangled locks of his younger friend as he felt him melt in his embrace. It made warmth and love uncurl inside of him and made his little heart beat protectively against the thin chest pressed close. It had taken a long time to make the skittish nurse trust him enough to get so close, so he appreciated the shy hug even more. Virgil River reminded him of a stray cat – hissing and shy and defensive, until you managed to gain their trust. His affection was made all the more dear to Patton by being earned with so much coaxing and patience.

“I’m so happy to see you, kiddo! Are you sleeping enough? You look tired!” He mumbled into soft, purple locks. His roots were growing out – he spotted raven hair.

Trying to cheer him up, and perhaps get a smile out of the serious doctor, he perched his chin on the slender shoulder and joked, “Hey kiddo, when a hospital runs out of maternity nurses, do they have a mid-wife crisis?”

He started giggling at his joke even before he was done, letting his young friend feel the soft vibrations of his happiness. A startled laugh escaped the nurse before he clasped a hand over his mouth as if he should not be caught laughing. Patton allowed him to hide his face in his neck, cuddling closer. Roman chuckled behind them, whereas doctor Sanders looked bewildered by their hilarity. He appeared to require a moment to sort out the reason for their amusement. A groan showed his dawning understanding.

“Am I correct to assume the humorist value of your question is derived from the phonetic similarities between the words ‘mid-wife’ and mid-life’? How … entertaining.” The doctor uttered monotonously. He repeatedly, vehemently claimed not to enjoy Patton’s jokes, yet a little smile made his lips curl. Patton melted at the sight, sinking further against the curves and angles of Virgil’s body.

He wished he could bake some muffins for the poor baby as he ran his hands over his back in a soothing motion. He was so thin under his hands, Patton would feel the nobs of his spine! Despite their rivalry, he was sure Roman would love to take Virgil out to dinner every night and feed him and spoil him properly with gifts and compliments. The gentle giant just did not know what to do with his feelings and thus behaved in a less than calm fashion. Poor thing, so awkward, despite all of his charm. The thought made him smile softly at the author over a slender shoulder. He looked quite lovesick.

The flamboyant man’s feelings were a badly kept secret since he liked to rant a lot about the unnamed, pretty nurse with the insufferable temper and stunning eyes on his YouTube channel. He did not actually need to maintain it. His novels were applauded by fans and critics for their poetic beauty, their subtle metaphors, their loving descriptions of magical scenery and their heartbreaking and creative plots. Since Roman liked the aura of mystery surrounding him, he kept his name a secret. However, he had never been able to do well without attention. In the years he had mostly spent confined in his flat, reduced to experiencing adventures in the safety of his mind, he had not only written, but also built quite an impressive fan-base for himself online.

His videos were… not like his books, but rather loud, boisterous and shrill, with lots of glitter and sound-effects, make-up tips and gossip and storytelling, as well as loud and high pitched complaining. Though Virgil found them irritating, Patton adored them. Knowing both sides of the man helped him appreciate his emotional depth. He wondered why his friend had never told the nurse about his books. They were so sensitive and thoughtful, he was sure Virgil would fall hard for this side of the author. Perhaps he was shy of the way his writing exposed him to the world? He had once explained how his words laid him bare, how they made him vulnerable and left him unable to hide behind his make-up and groomed curls. Maybe he feared Virgil would not like his real character? It was such a sad, yet adorable idea. Patton wanted to hug him now – he wanted to pull both of them into a hug at the same time and hold them close, preferably with doctor Sanders wrapping his arms around all of them, safe and sound and together. What a wonderful idea! The quiet man made him feel so secure with his solid presence, he was so steady and calm and so careful with Patton, like a rock in the stormy ocean.

He pouted as his kiddo extracted himself from him finally, blushing hotly and glaring at Roman to discourage him from commenting. The older man looked like he was itching to take a picture, but feared for the safety of his manicured hands. Virgil was not only as cautious as a stray cat, he had the temper and sharp teeth to match. His fire and fierceness made him even more irresistible to the gentle artist. They were so utterly different, like all of the couples who overcame the greatest odds in this love stories he had adored as a child. How he yearned to tame his fearsome moods and seduce him into his strong arms. Their love would burn brighter than the stars themselves!

“You need anything, Pat?” The nurse mumbled quietly, hunching his shoulders in embarrassment at how obviously he had liked the cuddling. He was not usually this spunky, but despite his hair rather liked to blend into the background if he could get away with it. The insufferable hypochondriac just brought out the worst in him, he could not help the way his blood boiled when those green eyes settled on him.

“Awww you take such good care of me, kiddo!” The former counselor exclaimed sweetly. “It’s all good, I am as happy as a duck in the park!”

Virgil started to correct him but thought better of it. The confused frown on the doctor’s face entertained the nurse far too much. The poor man would certainly try to look up this figure of speech later that day to add this one to his vocab cards. He tried so hard. The moron.

“Okay, whatever.” He murmured softly, before turning to leave. He had patients to see to after all. Patients with real illnesses. He made sure to direct a fierce glare at the insufferable idiot. He hated him even more for the way he had to tilt up his chin – did he have to be so tall?! And handsome? His broad shoulders and defined arms made his character even more annoying for forcing Virgil to look. He snarled at the man for good measure. His warning did not seem to have the desired effect though. After taking a startled step back, the annoying attention-seeker crossed his arms and pouted visibly, even through the surgical mask.

“What about me?! Are you just going to leave me here, unattended and neglected?!” He wailed, hunching his shoulders like a child. Virgil hated him so much, he could not help the fire licking his insides hotly whenever the irritating man so much as opened his mouth. He made his body heat with an angry passion he had never known before. He yearned to get his hands on him to wring his tan neck. Especially when his hair fell into his eyes in soft curls, making him so obnoxiously attractive. Unable to help himself, he lashed out.

“Yes – whenever you enter a room I cannot wait to leave it, prince prig. You are the bane of my existence!” Virgil snarled, dark eyes flashing. He stuttered to a halt as the taller man’s eyes widened and became bright. Horror spread through him – had he actually injured the moron’s feelings?! He had thought he did not actually listen to anything he said anyway, he was just a little nurse after all. People forgot him the moment he left a room. He could not handle crying people, they were his biggest weakness. Guilt twisted his insides sharply, making his stomach turn. He had not meant -

“Fine! I don’t need your gloomy presence darkening the brightness of my magnificent character with your – your nasty, depressing, frustratingly pretty face! Leave this humble abode and let me shine my light on my fair Patton in peace, you soul-sucking villain!” He cried, turning his face away and swiping his arm at him as if he were a nasty fly. His jaw was tense under the mask. Virgil felt like his insides were twisting painfully. The dramatic idiot was always so loud and boisterous and over the top, it put him on edge like nails on a chalkboard. It made him forget that he had actual feelings under that ridiculous facade. In his annoyance, he had never considered he could actually hurt him. Twisting his scrubs in nervous, pale hands, he anxiously tried to find a way to make it better.

“Ahm, o-okay. I’ll – I can leave. Just – do you need anything, like – can I bring you anything? A pillow or - whatever?” He muttered. Even as he spoke, his face started heating. He wished the earth would swallow him whole! The theater nerd was always so eloquent, so educated and confident with the way his deep voice and large presence filled any room he stepped into, and here he was, bumbling and stuttering through his sentences. He felt very small and very insignificant. A pillow?! He was the biggest idiot – he knew he would be revisiting this scene in his mind over and over tonight, hiding under his blanket. Unconsciously, he started twisting his purple bangs in his slender fingers, curling them away from his face as if he were starting an elaborate braid. It was a nervous habit that gave him comfort – comfort he needed badly in his guilty state.

Roman’s face lit up though. A tenderness washed over his chiseled, half hidden features. His eyes were so warm suddenly. It felt like a punch to the gut to realize the other had already forgiven him. Ashamed of his temper he just could not seem to control, Virgil cast his eyes down, hugging himself. He could already feel his defensive, insecure anger build up and tried hard to suppress it. He could not fight in front of Patton, it would upset him!

Roman made it easy for him though. “A pillow would be lovely and surely ease my acute suffering.” He promised kindly, putting Virgil at ease by giving him some simple way to make up for his temper. It was awfully nice of him.

Apparently, he could not seem to help himself though.

“It will need to be disinfected cotton though, and not only the cover! Hospitals are breeding grounds for deadly diseased, I don’t know how you can stand the vile danger! Did you wash your hands before you touched Patton? I will not contract second-hand infections through your tardiness!”

Virgil growled, baring his teeth at the insufferable man. This – the familiar heat flooding him – was much easier for him to handle. He stormed outside, vowing to find a pillow he could wrack the man with. Preferably when he had forgotten about his request and he could sneak up on him. The thought of his startled yelping filled him with vicious pleasure.  

Doctor Sanders stood in the center of the room for a long moment, looking lost, before he cleared his throat and inched towards the door. “I shall arrange a number of tests for you, Mr Prince. Mr F- Patton, if you would excuse me.”

Patton waved cheerfully at him, gigging at his adorable awkwardness. Then, he turned to his friend to help make him more comfortable like he always did. He was trained for it after all!

“Princey, why don’t you show me those cool nails, I’d love to see the new color!” He exclaimed, pointing to the shadow of nail-polish he could spot through the rubber gloves. Roman lightened up, climbing on the bed with his friend and pulling his gloves off, happy to finally have someone to share the things he enjoyed with. His eagerness to talk about something he loved helped him forget his fear.

“You have an excellent eye for beauty, Patton-mine! This divine shade of red is called ‘drop the gown’ and perfectly compliments the light reflexes of my luxurious hair in the sunlight, don’t you think?” He gushed, enjoying the soft hands on his skin, cupping his larger hands. He missed human contact whenever he was not with Patton.

“It does!” His faithful friend cooed, beaming at him. Roman melted. Patton always made him feel like everything would be okay. He felt like the other understood him, from his fears to his creative mind, which had entertained him in his lonely days. Both of them liked stories with a happy ending after all!

“Now stop holding out on me!” The author cried, flopping down next to his friend, putting them close together on the narrow bed. “What did I miss? Did Mrs Nesbitt’s triplets get another allergy? And did she finally ask that cute Immunologist out? Susan, right? They are simply meant to be!”  

Patton was all too happy to fill him in on the gossip the nurses always shared with him when they drank tea with him. He leaned close to his taller friend, growing soft and pliant as he was pulled close. He loved curling against Roman’s chest! It was so broad and comfortable! They were quite similar, the two of them. Though their temper hardly matched, both had been unable to keep up with the quickly revolving worlds of the other children, Patton because he had been cautioned not to play their quick and exhausting games, and Roman because his mother had feared the common cold and a scrapped knee about as much as Pat’s mother had feared the failure of his little heart. Both had been forced to watch from afar. It had made Roman start writing down the adventures he wished he could have, which was utterly perfect, because Patton loved stores!

He made sure to share all of the juicy tidbits with his beloved friend, finally ending up on his side facing the large window with the glittering raindrops on lush leaves. Roman had settled in behind him, his large body and strong arms enveloping Patton and keeping him protected from the world. There was no feeling quite like being the little spoon. It was so safe and sheltered, with warmth surrounding him and affection and tender hands playing with his fingers making him drowsy. Roman’s hands were tan, due to his Mexican ancestors somewhere down the line. He had inherited the green eyes and caramel hair from his mother, creating a striking picture. He also worked out a lot at his flat, to get rid of all of that nervous energy. A young man like him should not be cooped up inside all day! Still, Patton liked the way he was built a lot because Roman could pick him up or carry him piggy-back style tirelessly.

When feeling safe and loved and content, he liked to make plans about what he could look forward to when he was finally out of the hospital, healed and strong and able to do all of the things he had only ever dreamed about! Of course, he shared those plans with his best friend.

“I would love to adopt a puppy! I would name it Mr or Mrs Floofer and we would play outside all day! Oh – and I want to go dancing when I get out of here! Would you teach me?” He gushed excitedly. “I’ve only ever danced around the flat for myself. Then I could go dancing in the rain. Just imagine the sunshine peeking through the clouds and painting rainbows onto the drops crowning doctor Sanders’ dark hair. He would blush adorably, but still hold me close so carefully – I want to make him smile, Roman! I want to twirl around with him and jump in puddles until he laughs. I’ve never heard his laugh.” He mumbled contemplatively, his lips curling with the idea, his chest feeling tight with longing. He wanted good things for the strict, quiet man. He wanted to be the cause of those things. He wanted.

“You really care for him, don’t you? It sounds like he is your awkward knight in white lab-coat.” Roman teased.

“He is! He really is.” Patton trailed off, picturing the warm gaze, the gentle hands. “He makes me feel so much, makes my heart beat so hard, like wings beating inside my chest. It feels so strong when he touches me, like I could take flight. He makes me feel so light.”

Roman hummed softly, dreamily, and nuzzled his face into honey-colored locks. Gathering his courage, he pulled his mask off to get closer and breathe his friend in.

“What else are you going to do?” He asked softly, reveling in the way Patton squealed as he heard his unmuffled voice. It made it worth the danger to his young and precious life.

“I’ll take you all to an amusement park! I want to try all the rides I could never go to!”

“An amusement park?” Roman lamented, already missing his mask again at the mere thought. “Where all the people are, trapped like rats in queues, touching everything and coughing on each other?!”

“Yes!” Patton giggled. “I want to look at all the lights and at the Disney castles and take pictures with you and the figures and hug all of the princesses! I want to buy cotton candy for Virgil!”

“Virgil would be coming?” Roman asked in a small, cautious voice.

“Of course! I’m sure he would go on all of the rides with me and to the water parks! And doctor Sanders would come, and he would hold my hand on top of a Ferris wheel. We would go at night, with the lights of the park beneath us and the stars above.”

Patton trailed off, lost in the image of the man he adored cradling his face – not to check the temperature but to lean in – and kiss him. He laughed at himself, knowing how naive and stupid he was being. What a silly fantasy. He had not even been told his first-name.

Roman held back a sad sigh. His heart felt heavy. Patton had so many plans, and he included all of them so lovingly. There was so much he had not done yet. His yearning to fulfill his wishes felt like a physical ache in his chest. His eyes burned.

“Can I ask you something?” Patton innocently interrupted his heavy thoughts.

“Of course, my sweetest friend! I cannot begrudge you the curiosity since I am truly fascinating!” Patton laughed adorably, blushing slightly at the nickname that made him giddy and happy.

“What do you feel when you see Virgil?” He finally asked, quieting to hear the answer.

Roman was silent for a long moment, bringing up a hand to play with his friend’s lightly curling hair, picturing the thin, pale face, the dark eyes – so quick and intelligent, weary and protective, the way he moved so gracefully, the way his half-smile transformed his whole face, like a sunrise that made the world look completely different with its warm, peach and orange light. Patton felt his heartbeat pick up where his back was pressed against the writer’s broad chest, beating strong and passionate. After a long moment, Roman spoke quietly, almost reverently.

“Like there should be music. Like violins should play for him when he moves. A sweet melody should rise and fall with his twists and turns through the room. He is so graceful when he walks, so light on his feet, as if he was dancing to the song only I can hear. So smart and brave and vulnerable and fierce. It’s like drums should make the air vibrate when he smiles, trumpets, drum-rolls and a choir singing for him, serenading him. And a quite piano in the background. Like there should not be silence, like he is too much – he makes me feel too much, makes my breath catch and my mouth dry and makes me want to sing. That is how I feel when I see him. Like there ought to be music.”

His deep voice trailed off, growing soft at the end. He was lost in thought. The gentle artist knew how he must sounds. Like an infatuated idiot, who had fallen for a pretty face and fancied himself in love with a man years his junior who he did not even know. He knew his feelings were foolish. And yet, the first time he had laid eyes on the fierce nurse, his fate had been sealed.

*

He had always known Patton was in danger. That he might lose him. He had tried to prepare himself for the possibility, had read up on his condition and tried his best to learn how to aid him, should his heart fail him. He would be his gallant protector, his brave, selfless guard! Many times he had envisioned the moment he would have to step in to save the courageous little life he was cradling in his arms at this very second, how he would push down on his chest to give him life, how he would gather him in his arms, how he would carry him to safety and win him the necessary time to find a heart for him. He had never truly allowed himself to believe in the possibility of failure. Until he had failed.

He had come to visit his small friend at this very institution, bringing flowers and his radiantly handsome self like the gentleman he was, braving disease and danger with nary a complaint.

An old couple had waited to be acknowledged by the receptionist, the lady leaning on her dark-skinned husband and lovingly whispering in his ear. Her hair had been pulled back in a strict bun with a tiny bird clip sitting in the middle, making it look like an actual nest. They had been so utterly precious, Roman had yearned to write about them. He had just approached them to offer them his place in the queue, when the man had suddenly doubled over, clutching his chest. His breath had been coming in short, wheezing gasps, his face reddening, his hands shaking. His frail wife had stumbled, threatening to fall without the support of her husband.

The flowers had been crushed under his heavy soles as he had lunged forward to catch the woman. Her husband had dropped to the floor like a dead weight. He had never been able to forget the sounds. His wheezing breaths, his body hitting the sterile floor, her terrified, desperate screams.

It was a scene he had practiced in his mind over and over again. He knew what to do. Knew all the motions by heart. Until he didn’t. His mind had been utterly blank. He had stood, uselessly, while the man had been dying at his feet.

He had only remembered one thought during the ensuing chaos. It could have been Patton. Patton, writhing in pain. Patton, helpless on the floor. Patton, dying right in front of him. Patton, failed by the man that loved him like a brother. His condition had become suddenly, terribly real.

Everything had changed in one, beautiful, inspiring moment.

“Move!” A dark voice had barked, pushing past other incompetent bystanders and falling to his knees in front of the man. His hands had been utterly sure of everything he had done, his voice loud and clear, giving commands and creating order. He had been fearless and strong like the knights Roman liked to fantasize about. His armor had been spun from purple thread, his shield created by his fierce glare, his sword his unfailing knowledge and confidence. He had dragged this sweet old man back from the brink of death with his sheer tenaciousness. His look had shown that he would not accept any other outcome. Roman had never seen anything like it. And he knew, the nurse had not only saved his patient.

Had this man actually died before his very eyes, Roman knew he would have given up hope. The cruel demonstration of the end that awaited his ray of sunshine would have broken the sensitive artist’s belief into jagged, sharp edges, leaving him desperately trying to salvage enough strength to put on a show of confidence Patton would see right through. Virgil had saved him. Saved his belief that things would turn out well, that heroes existed. He was Roman’s hero.

*

Patton was in awe as he listened. A slow, delighted smile dawned on his face. Roman’s words were so beautiful! It was so different from the way he felt for the doctor, who made him feel warm and safe and strong and weak at the same time, and wanting. So much more alive than he had been in such a long time – perhaps he made him feel alive for the first time. Yet it sounded utterly perfect for them.

“That is so pretty! You should orchestra a meeting and tell him. I am sure you’ll catch the right tune! And say Cello from me!” He giggled uncontrollably at his own puns, laughing until his sides hurt and his hummingbird-heart protested. Roman laughed with him but kept a wary eye on the monitor.

“I’ll be sure not to fail to tell him about his many merits in the most poetic language, fret not my lovely friend!” He boasted, tickling Patton with his warm breath at his neck and making him grin and squirm. “However, first I shall take you to a place that is much more magical than a dull amusement park, and that poses much fewer risks of infection, accidents and a gruesome death!”

Pat turned halfway in his embrace, eyes glittering. “And what would that place be?”

“The magical adventure park of the intergalactic kingdom of the fair stardust elves!” He exclaimed. Patton had always adored his stories. They were what had brought them so close, since both of them had had to rely on their fantasy as they had grown up. With a happy sigh, Patton settled in to hear Roman’s colorfully spun tail. It was like he was actually there, as the deep voice whispered in his ear and warm, golden sunlight bathed the bed they were curled up on. Patton closed his eyes and dreamed.

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[adrianacartoonfangirl]

raspberry, lemon, strawberry

raspberry: favorite flower?That would be my state flower, the columbine. lemon:do you have any pets? what are their names?I have a cat named Bizzy. He used to be my uncle's cat but my uncle had to give him to my mom. strawberry:favorite desserts?Oh man, I have such a sweet tooth, you don't even know. My favorites are cookies (man I love cookies), cream-sicles (popsicles with ice cream in the middle), mini powdered donuts, cheesecake, and candy.

[somnolancee]

Dreamie making a crk OC again, in what timeline are we living!?

Anyways Columbine Flower Cookie !

She's actually Elder Faerie's Secon (or advisor ig) but also the Archivist of the Faerie Kingdom

and I guess she kiss the Virtue of Knowledge too.

[hyliagirl42]

Thanks for the tag!!! :D

Name: Kirsten

Nicknames: Twi, Lyra, Kitty, and The One Who Hurts Her OCs Too Much

Zodiac: virgo

Height: 5'4" I think? Idk i havent measured myself in literal years but im told im around that height. Average to short

Language: English, I took 4 years of spanish classes but didnt retain any of it, Im attempting to learn Japanese

Nationality: American -_- (i am so sick of this country's crap)

Favorite season: autumn! Thats when my birthday is, its got perfect sweater weather and less bugs, the leaves all turn pretty colors, my inner cat is excited to stomp on all the crunchy leaves on the ground...its a great season ^w^

Favorite flower: columbine, because theyre super pretty, but I also like chrysanthemums (cuz purple chrysanthemums have a lot of symbolism for my OCs)

Favorite scent: homemade cookies, or the smell of chocolate in general

Favorite color: aqua and any really pretty shade of blue/green, although purple is high up on my list too. Gotta love those pretty ocean colors!!

Favorite animals: cats, wolves, koalas, dragons, griffins (idk if im spelling that right), etc

Favorite fictional character: everyone and their mom knows that I love Twilight Princess Link, but I also like Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaellis, Edward Elric, Greed (from FMA if that wasn't already obvious), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Chuuya Nakahara (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edgar Allen Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nezuko (Demon Slayer).... oh wait i was only supposed to choose one, wasnt I

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: i dont drink coffee and Ive only ever had tea once in my life so imma say hot chocolate lol

Average amount of sleep: 8-10 hours and sometimes closer to 12-14 and I cant stand sleeping less than 7 hours (SCREW GRADES, SCREW EVERYTHING, IM A DEPRESSED MALADAPTIVE DAYDREAMER AND WANNA SLEEP THE WHOLE DAY SOMETIMES OK?? AND NOTHING IS GONNA STOP ME!!)

Dogs or cats: im a cat person but dogs are also the most adorable rays of sunshine. But im still a cat person, cuz not only are they fluffy and cuddly and adorable but theyre ALSO sassy and sometimes tsundere and just the saltiest little jerks ever and I love them XD also lets just say there are SEVERAL reasons why all my irl friends call me Kitty

Number of blankets I sleep with: honestly it depends on the time of month and also the season. Winter? At least two. Summer? The one lightest and less warm blanket I own. (And once a month I have to have a blanket underneath me cuz I HAVE ruined my sheets before and would rather get a blanket dirty than deal with stained sheets for like forever)

Dream trip: JAPAN!! I WANNA BUY ALL THE EXPENSIVE ALCOHOL MARKERS AND ANIME MERCH AND I WANNA GO TO A JAPANESE SHRINE AND I WANNA BUY COSPLAYS AND EAT YUMMY FOOD AND I JUST LOVE JAPAN OK (yes Im a weeaboo, what are you gonna do about it?? Sue me)

Blog established: good question...a year and a half ago? I think? I havent been on very long tbh

Follower count: oh geez i cant remember off the top of my head lemme go look that up...i havent checked in forever...209 apparently

Random fact: in elementary and middle school i memorized I think 80 or 90 something digits of pi. And if you think thats impressive, my little brother memorized 200 something last I checked. If yall want me to prove it I will

Now for people to tag, huh? Who all HASNT been tagged already lol...uhhh...ok never mind everyone I usually tag on this stuff was already tagged by ranger so I guess this means that EVERYONE WHO SEES THIS (who hasnt already done it) IS TAGGED!! ALL OF YOU!! >:3

Whoops I tend to accidentally spam shit… sorry xD

1. Name: AW HELL NAW

2. Nickname: Aloep, “The Witch,” Al (I don’t like it but I ain’t gunna tell people to stop), and Aloe (also don’t particularly like it but again not gunna stop people, only reason its my tumblr is because Aloep was already taken ;-;)

3. Zodiac sign: Aries

4. Height: 5′4 (THAT IS NOT SHORT)

5. Languages: English

6. Nationality: aMERICA

7. Favorite Season: Spring if it wasn’t for the cyclists, Fall is also amazing

8. Favorite Flower: i don’t know flowers….soooo Forsythia? It makes a good replacement for a fence

9. Favorite Scent: Sandal wood

10. Favorite Color: depends, for my gaming set up its red and black, but I also love blues and thats what my room mainly consists of

11. Favorite Animals: Snek

12. Favorite Fictional Character: Threshhhhhhh! and other misc LoL champions

13. Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Hot chocolate! then Egyptian Licorice tea, no coffee whatsoever

14. Average Amount of Sleep: 6-8

15. Dogs or Cats: I like them both, but I would kill someone if I had to have one. too high maintenance and too much fur. Snek all the way

16. Number of Blankets you Sleep with: 2 weighted blankets and 1 comforter

17. Dream Trip: going around and spending time with all my online friends

18. Blog Established: IDK I made it like 6 months ago but just became active 2 weeks ago or so

19. Followers: 20..? I don’t fucking know

20. Random Fact: I already did 6 of these, but I guess I’m serving my dues soooo hmm…. I tried NOT to become a Thresh one-trick but I accidentally became one? Also no matter what people say elo hell does exist, can’t carry when your jungle goes 0/16 and after 40 minutes doesn’t get a single kill.

WELL I HAVE SERVED FOR THE CRIME OF SPAMMING YOUR TUMBLR, @gil-notskajla

@fi-wardsword​ (also thanks for following me holy hell <3)

@alittlespace-ace

@skythalia (don’t know why I can’t tag you, probably settings..)

@deviancydriven

@expressionlessbanter

@bo0-b00

@gr1mreaper

@reallyshadowycollective