#Haus of Acid

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on this date 31 years ago

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The Dark Eco Incident

I held a mini contest by accident and @segaphantom won and requested a fic about his Spicy Jelly AU where TPL!Jak accidentally eats dark eco and transforms into Dark Jak. It was so fun to write that I wanted to share it. Congrats Sega! Enjoy!

This was easily the stupidest thing Jak had ever done.

Well, maybe top five. And maybe not the stupidest thing, but definitely up there for the stupidest thing.

Let’s rewind a little bit.

The origins of Jak’s seemingly indestructible stomach are vastly unknown. An expert gastroenterologist could explain in great detail the functions of the stomach along with its genetic makeup. They could ramble on and on about gastric acid and stomach lining and ulcers and all kinds of things that would make someone else lose their stomach contents at the truth of how truly disgusting the human body can be. A professional’s opinion would still be very appreciated, but seeing how the very field of gastroenterology wouldn’t be invented for several hundred years, the query must be passed on to psychology which also wouldn’t be invented for another several hundred years. But if they did exist back when Jak was a young teenager running around barefoot on a beach that has never known the horrors of pollution or plastic, they would probably point his predilection to putting anything and everything in his mouth on a suspected food insecurity brought on by trauma usually seen in children who grew up with scarce resources — usually during a war.

Of course, if one tried to tell Jak this, it would absolutely sound insane. As insane as time travel, in fact.

So, what could the village elders say other than Jak just had the appetite of a very hungry goat? He’d grow out of it eventually. He was young, after all, and growing boys needed to eat enough to power a small army. Especially when that growing boy is their small army, but they digress. The point is that as long as the villagers remember to keep any and all precious valuables out of reach of the kid, they’ll be fine.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, the villagers were elderly and, well, remembering wasn’t exactly their strong suit. Because of all the villages that speckled the coast where Samos the Sage could’ve easily picked to train the heir of the most powerful Haus — both literally and figuratively — in known history, he just had to pick the one with the most old people. It was like he followed the scent of arthritic cream and prunes until he came upon Sandover and pitched their tent there and if that wasn’t bad enough, if that wasn’t bad enough, he also forgot that he himself wasn’t a spring chicken. Sure, he adopted a young girl and in his dementia riddled brain must’ve believed that having a teenage daughter also made him young in spirit, but he was old and forgetful and he should’ve been more careful. Just as he always drilled into the heads of Jak and his annoying orange friend who Samos had prayed would’ve been left out of this time loop — all actions have consequences.

This was the consequences of his actions.

Not that he was aware of it occurring at the time.

At the time, Jak had simply been hungry. Ravenously so. Training had been becoming more intense lately, and alongside his sore muscles, his insides felt like they were about to turn to liquid from channeling so much eco in rapid succession. Samos insisted that there was still so much to do, so much to learn, but Jak was growing restless. Every time his uncle came home and told him about his travels, about the things he’s seen and the people he’s met, it made his stomach twist in knots with anticipation. Their family, his uncle told him, weren’t the sitting around type. They were explorers. Adventures. Innovators and lustful for danger. They came from a long, long line of ancestors who defy the odds and do spectacular things with their sharp minds and skills. After a lifetime of listening to these promises, it was only natural that Jak would long to be a part of those stories. The first thing he’d conquer once he was allowed to leave the village would be Misty Island — that, he was sure of.

But to conquer Misty Island meant to first complete his training. Which was supposed to begin nearly an hour ago, but hadn’t, and now he was starving.

The diet Samos approved for him of roots and fish was starting to turn bitter on his tongue. He missed the sweetness of mangos and the honeyed taste of caramelized bananas. Sometimes, he’d even get a craving to eat the prickly plant that grew high up on the cliffs, instincts telling him to skin the plant and grill it to make a meal that he has never eaten before in his life but would accurately tell anyone the taste of.

He was so, so hungry.

Well, if Samos wasn’t going to show up any time soon, then Jak was going to take matters into his own hands and find something to eat in the hut.

The roots that Samos kept in jars lined the wall of his other doohickies that he sternly told him and Daxter to not touch under any circumstances. They were filled with dirt, wriggling worms, mushrooms, crawling lacewings, and more dirt that smelled suspiciously like the yakkow pen on the edge of the village. Jak turned away from them once he spotted the jars containing liquified eco, his insides already beginning to twinge at the idea of having to channel them later when his training called for it. So, he turned his attention to the last place that he’d expect to find eco: The pantry.

A part of him warned him against straying from the carefully laid out diet. It told him that he should wait, and if he couldn’t wait, then he should at least look for something that followed the guidelines. Something healthy, for example. Carrots, bell peppers, sprouts, things of that nature that will give him energy.

The other part of him instantly spotted the jar of dark marmalade and went, “Yeah, that’ll do.”

Grabbing it off the shelf, Jak inspected it with eagerness. It was a violet color with some streaks of magenta, possibly run-off of some other fruit. A two-fruit marmalade. Though he couldn’t fathom what the majority of it was, he knew in his gut that the magenta was no doubt strawberries. Keira had been telling him and Daxter that the strawberry plant she had been nursing for the better part of a year had finally begun to yield fruit and she was extremely excited about all the possible desserts, jams, and fruit salads they could make with them. She must’ve started making things with them, and though Jak was a little hurt she didn’t give him any to try, he was excited regardless.

He found the toast easy enough. It was in a bread box nestled somewhere on Samos’ desk, no doubt often a snack for the sage while he worked on his mastery of green eco. The knife was salvaged from the junk drawer. Saliva began to pool in Jak’s mouth as he twisted the jar open, sniffing the contents. It wasn’t … the best smelling marmalade. Hell, looking at it now, it wasn’t even marmalade. The consistency was gelatinous and thinner than marmalade, and Jak was confident it was more of a jelly than anything else. The smell of bitter almonds and sickly sweetness assaulted his senses almost immediately, making him gag momentarily. He even almost considered not eating it after all, but then he remembered that fish often aren't the best smelling when they are gutted, so maybe it was the same for the jelly.

Jak plunged the knife in, moving it around and watched it come apart easily. It was like scooping up honey and the young man perked up when he saw the dark jelly drip off the knife and back into the jar. Already he could picture the taste of it, the sweetness that will hit his tongue and pair amazingly with the crunch of the toast. He wasted no time spreading it, evening it out across the entire square and then scooping a bit more until he couldn’t see the toast underneath it. It looked perfect.

The first bite, however, wasn’t what he expected.

He had prepared for a sweet taste, but instead was met with pinching on his tongue. His whole mouth, in fact. It stung and fizzed across his taste buds, setting them on fire in a way that both felt and tasted good. Keira must’ve added in a bit of spice or peppers, really giving it a good kick that Jak was all too happy about. Even though he thought it could use a bit more of it, he was satisfied with it nonetheless and craved more of the jelly.

He grabbed the jar and looked inside, noticing that there wasn’t much left. Surely Samos wouldn’t mind if he just went ahead and finished the jar, right? It’s not like jelly ever really hurt anyone.

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“Hey! Old Greenie!”

Samos sighed, grumbling as he shuffled to turn around and face the grating young boy coming toward him. The lanky boy leaned over the railing of the house of his uncle, kicking his feet in annoyance as if he had been patiently waiting for someone for far too long and his patience had run dry. He and Jak must’ve been in the middle of hide and seek, and by the looks of it, either Jak had grown tired of seeking or was just incredibly bad at it. That wouldn’t do. Samos would have to add observation training to the long list of skills that he would need to know before the time came. With every passing week, he was growing to resemble the angry young man in Haven more and more, and the thought of it scared him more than he’d like to admit. They were running out of time, and Samos needed to prepare the boy the best he could before his fate would be ripped out of his controlled hands.

One problem at a time, Samos.

“What is it, Daxter?”

“Are you guys done yet?”

Samos raised an eyebrow at him. “What the blue blazes are you talking about, boy?”

Daxter huffed, pushing away from the railing and hopping down the porch. His knobby knees barely made the landing, and he stood up with a wobble that he tried to hide by leaning against a post, crossing his arms.

“Training or whatever it is that you and Jak get up to up there. Are you done? It’s been hours,”

Training.

Oh, for Precursors’ sake, he forgot about training! Jak must’ve been waiting for him up in his hut this whole time and here Samos was, holding a basket of mushrooms and sprouts from the beach. The appointment had completely slipped his mind.

Without replying, Samos turned his heel and hurried toward his hut and the undoubtedly bored teenager. Who knows what he had gotten up to? His hut was full of delicate and precious artifacts and plants. It took years for him to build up a collection as extensive as his, especially when it came to hunting down the exact Precursor remnants that he needed to educate Jak on the way it all worked when activated by eco — and him. His bloodline, the divinity hidden within him that Samos has yet figured out how to bring up the subject to him. Unfortunately, the issue was that Jak was still fifteen and unbearably so. The blissful ignorance of youth hasn’t skipped him, and heir or not, he was still his father’s son and insanely impulsive when it came to recklessness.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Samos ignored Daxter, lumbering up the wooden bridge as the teen trailed after him. He had to get back into th—

Something that sounded like glass broke. Oh, for Mar’s sake!

Entering the hut was like entering the scene of a crime. Dark eco stained and scorched the wooden planks of the flooring, scattered everywhere like someone went around the room and plopped heaps of it wherever they pleased. The small spark of hope that the Sage had was that the rest of the artifacts and plant life was relatively untouched, everything back in its place just as he left it except for the thing hunched over the biggest stain of dark eco.

The floor creaked under him and it aroused the attention of the creature, its head whipping up to stare at him with eyes as black as voids, large and eerie against the sickly gray pallor that colored what used to be light russet skin. It fed on the dark eco, scooping handfuls of it and licking it off his fingers and elongated talons. This was a creature that Samos had only seen once before, more than a decade ago when he was still not yet a wise sage but rather an arrogant Freedom Fighter that had committed almost as many atrocities as the tyrannical government he swore he was nothing like. He had hoped and prayed to never see it again, not for the remainder of this lifetime at least, and the internal clock inside him that counted down the minutes until the time loop was kickstarted against immediately started to flash zeros. The creature used its foot to scratch behind his ear, flicking it like a yakkow before continuing to devour the remains of the dark eco jar that Samos had sworn he had hidden away.

Behind him, both Keira and Daxter gasped and screamed, clinging to one another as they urgently tried to get out questions faster than their brain could phrase it. It snapped him out of his shock, springing him to action.

“Sweet Precursors, Jak! What did you do?!” he hollered, moving toward the creature with enough faux confidence that he hoped would intimidate him enough to be apprehended. He didn’t need to look at Daxter and Keira to know they were both staring at him with wide eyes and pinched brows, mouths hanging open in shock.

“Why are you calling that thing Jak?” Daxter screeched, then louder exclaimed, “Keira, why is he calling it Jak!?”

Samos rolled his eyes. He really should’ve done a better job educating them all. Precursors know what they will do when they see the angry and bigger version in the near future. “Because it’s Jak! The idiot must’ve gotten into my stash of dark eco and turned himself into this!” he whacked his staff on the head of the creature, earning him a hiss of pain, “This is why I told you to not touch anything in here!” Then he turned back to the gobsmacked teens standing in the doorway, “Well, don’t just stand there! Hold him down so I can turn him back!”

Daxter snapped his eyes away from Jak and stared down the old man, going from shock to disbelief in a matter of seconds. “You expect us to touch him?! Do you not see the fangs?!”

“Oh, come off it. He’s no more dangerous than a Lurkerpuppy!”

“Have you ever been around a Lurkerpuppy? Those things bite!”

“He won’t bite you! Just … keep your fingers away from his mouth,”

Daxter opened his mouth to complain again, but he was cut off by Keira scoffing, pushing away from him and moving toward the creature currently trying suck out the dark eco from the grain of the wood. She cleared her throat, trying to get his attention, but it fell on deaf ears as he continued to lick and suckle the eco. Bracing herself with taunt muscles, the young girl squeezed her eyes shut and shot out her hand, her fingertips finding their way to the underside of his chin. For all that was good and— there was no way she was actually trying to pet the creature. Samos had seen the many methods both the Krimzon Guards and Underground had tested out to tame the killing machines and he doubted that a litt—

Except, it worked. Like a charm, it fucking worked.

The second her palm made contact with his chin, Jak’s eyes went wide and he stilled. For a few tense moments, all three of them held their breaths as they waited for a reaction or bite to come out of the creature. Something inside his throat rumbled, and he carefully wrapped his fingers around her wrist, tugging her closer to lay his jaw in her palm. He purred again, rubbing his face against her hand before she got the picture of what he wanted her to do. “Oh,” she hummed, testing her theory out by digging her nails in and scratching the spot just behind his ear.

“Mrrp!” he chimed, both hands coming up to hold her wrist in place as she pet and scratched the ferocious beast that used to be her best friend. Or was it her best friend that used to be a beast? None of them were really sure, and they didn’t have the energy to understand it, frankly. Samos had to act quick. If this went untreated for too long, who knows what the ramifications of ingesting dark eco would be. For all he knew, it could burn through him completely and leave them with a puddle of goggles and hair gel.

Samos gave them a wide berth, inching slowly toward the cabinet in the corner of the room where he had a plethora of medical-grade green eco. Balms, creams, gels, and medications all lined the shelves in neat rows, a proverbial candy store of care that should be able to cure just about any physical ailment. In his studies, Samos found that green eco could cure just about any damage caused by the dark eco, but he’d need to be careful. The only reason Jak wasn’t dead yet was because he, like his father and grandfather and great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather, was a channeler. He’d need to deliver the green eco in a way that would make it harder for Jak’s body to channel it and use it for energy rather than for its healing properties. It’d have to be administered with the syringes.

Samos was going to hate this.

Behind him, Jak had completely melted into Keira’s hands as she smiled and pet the creature like an oversized puppy. She scratched behind his ears, under his chin, cupped his jaw — wherever she touched him, it seemed that Jak was elated. His eyes squinted and he grinned with sharp fangs, breathing past the adorable noises he was making the more she pet him. This was so going to be blackmail when he transformed back.

“Hey, Dax! Look at this face! Oh, aren’t you just the cutest thing?” she giggled, pinching Jak’s cheeks with her thumbs. The creature cooed, almost as if he was agreeing with her.

Daxter didn’t seem convinced. “Yeah, I’m not going near that. Best friend or not, I like having all ten fingers right where they belong,”

“Oh, you big baby!” she huffed, bringing Jak’s cheek to press against her own, “He’s harmless!”

“Yeah, well, let’s see if you think he’s harmless after he bites off your face and sucks all your blood,”

“For the last time, Dax, there are no such thing as vampires and that was just a dream,”

“I know what I saw and if it was a dream, why did it feel so real!?”

“So the little green men are real too?”

“You’re going to look so stupid when I catch one,”

Keira shook her head at him, turning her attention back on Jak. The hands wrapped around her wrist started to slacken, now only loosely holding her in place as she continued to ravish him with soothing scratches. How could anyone be terrified of him? It’s like being afraid of a cabbit or muse. She lifted his ears up, hitching it up higher so it resembled the elongated ears of a cabbit and let out a squeal.

“Aw, come on, Dax! He’s too cute!”

When the boy sighed, Keira knew she won. She held Jak’s head cupped between her hands, facing him toward the teen to pet. He supposed it wouldn’t hurt. It’s Jak after all. He’s known him since they were practically in diapers, and he was confident that even while looking like this, Jak would still remember and cherish their friendship, right? That’s the kind of stuff friends do? Their bond persisting after hardships and all that other yakkow crap? Besides, Keira was right. He did look an awful lot like a cute, fuzzy animal. One pet wouldn’t hurt …

Daxter reached out like Keira had, though this time he kept his eyes trained on the sweet scrunched up face of his best friend. Why was he so afraid of him to begin with? He was nothing but a huge—

“YOUCH!”

“Daxter, get your hand out of his mouth! I need to give him the oral medication too!”

The boy just screamed, trying to wretch his hand free of the fangs currently trying their hardest to pierce his skin. It would’ve been nice to have had a heads up before Samos plunged the syringe into Jak, catching the teen off guard and setting off his fight or flight instincts at the drop of a hat. Keira was trying to ease Jak’s jaw free, cooing and humming into his ear while caressing his cheek, using her other hand to push down on his jaw so he could release Daxter. If he hadn't known any better, Daxter would think that Keira was more concerned with Jak’s feelings than Daxter’s once beautiful, perfect hand.

“Get him off!” he cried out, wriggling on the floor to alleviate the pain shooting up his arm.

“That’s it, Jak. Spit it out. You don’t know where that hand has been,” Keira whispered, digging her fingertips into the divet of his cheeks until they propped open enough to let Daxter’s hand go free, “Good boy! You got it!”

Daxter scrambled backwards, kicking his feet on the ground to wedge himself firmly in the doorway in case Jak tried to go for seconds. He held his hand against his chest — unharmed other than a small scratch and tiny indents of his friend’s teeth — and pointed an accusatory finger at Jak. “He tried to eat me! No good boy! Bad! Bad mutated monster of my best friend … boy,”

“Are you … crying?”

“Of course, I’m crying! He bit my hand!”

Samos loudly shushed them, his voice low and rumbling as he silenced all three of them. His head was starting to hurt from the situation and all the noise and he still needed to give Jak the medicine that should hopefully dry up any remains of the dark eco in his mouth and stomach. It was easier said than done though. Jak’s trust in him has gone from a little to zero now that he knows it was him that pricked him with the syringe. He didn’t need a twin bite mark to know this, watching the teen curl up closer to Keira and trying to hide behind his daughter while she petted his hair flat. If he wasn’t going to take it willingly, he’d have to go with plan B.

He waited. Eyeing the two with all the concentration he had inside him, Samos waited until Jak had completely calmed down from his attempt on Daxter’s hand’s life. Any signs of him relaxing enough to where he wouldn’t suspect the older man trying to hurt him again. There was no reasoning with Jak in this state, and he wasn’t about to waste time trying. Keira’s arm just wrapped around his shoulders, pressing his head to her shoulder while making soothing noises, Jak’s eyes going small and watery. It seems that Daxter’s outburst might’ve … hurt his feelings? He didn’t know, nor did he really care. He had one shot at this, and now was the moment to take it.

Yanking Jak away from Keira by the horn, Samos shoved the medicine in his mouth when the creature opened his mouth to cry out. He might’ve used more force than necessary when he held his head down and his lower jaw upwards, making sure that the creature couldn’t spit it out while Keira hollered at him to let him go. The sage grit his teeth, applying as much pressure as possible and losing the battle with Jak. Though this version of the supposed Dark Warrior was smaller, unrefined, and weaker, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t as powerful as his older self was. Samos still remembered the carnage he happened upon during the last leg of the invasion, shock and horror all dawning on him as he watched the monster leap between metalheads to keep them far away from the group as they made their way through the sector.

Samos also still remembered his daughter, standing elbow to elbow with the blonde Underground spy who wouldn’t be born for millenia, both helping out by shooting any metalhead that the Dark Warrior missed. Daxter standing bravely on Jak’s shoulder, yanking him by the hair to avoid close calls to the head or shoving him to the side to avoid an oncoming assault.

He couldn’t think about that now. It brought up too much heartache to think about what pain laid ahead for all three of them.

Something wet touched his wrist, and when Samos looked down, he wanted to curse the young man with all the profanities and more he could think of. The creature was foaming at the mouth, froth covering his lips and chin as he growled and barked at the Sage in an effort to get him to let go. He threw his head from side to side, trying to dislodge him, and catching Samos in the face in the process.

“Precursors!” he hissed, hands coming up to cup his nose with a groan. The simple act cost them their advantage, releasing Jak enough for him to crawl out of the window and scale upward toward the observator on the roof. Keira ran after him, stopping short of leaning out the window to call his name as the sounds of scuttling echoed from the ceiling. Straw rained down on her head, entering the hut as she snapped her head to face the two injured men.

“We have to do something! What if he slips and falls down?!”

“You’re worried about him?!” Daxter whined, holding out his uninjured hand, “He practically mauled me!”

“Grow a pair!”

“Keira,” Samos snapped, standing up with great effort by leaning heavily on his staff. He felt his nose, wincing at how tender it was, but ultimately concluding that it wasn’t broken. He’s going to have one hell of a bruise, but it wasn’t broken. “He’ll be fine. He’ll turn back to normal in an hour or so when he burns through the eco,”

“But Daddy—”

He waved her off. “Believe me, sweetie. I’ve seen men channel more eco than he did and turn back to normal within minutes. Just let him get it out of his system,” he sighed, looking over the mess. It was all cosmetic, and shouldn’t take more than an hour to clean up if some elbow grease was put into it. He was just grateful that Jak hadn’t disturbed Chomper, otherwise they would’ve been in real trouble. “Daxter! Get this place cleaned up! I want this floor to be spotless!”

The red-head groaned, grumbling as he stood up and automatically grabbed a broom, which was interesting. Usually Daxter had to get through exactly eleven minutes of complaining before he even considered grabbing a mop, but today there was nothing coming from the peanut gallery. Good. He wasn’t in the mood to listen to Daxter. He needed to make more syringes to replenish the ones he used on Jak. Samos pulled out his mortar and pestle, the aloe leaf, and a jar of raw green eco and got to work mixing the ingredients together. Keira still lingered by the window, torn between giving Daxter a hand or climbing out to get Jak down from the roof. Bless her heart. Her capacity for love and affection went far beyond what was ever necessary and he loved her for that, though he could sometimes do without the stubbornness that accompanied it. He wasn’t foolish enough to believe that raising a teenage girl would be easy, but Precursors, someone could’ve at least made a manual or something to help other clueless fathers navigate it.

It’s why he didn’t stop her from busying herself with making him a snackbox, mentioning under her breath that the dark eco and toast didn’t count as lunch and he still needed to eat — creature or not.

Jak will tire himself out eventually. In the morning, this will all be a funny story they will reminisce on for years and years to come. It’s not like the eco will last forever, right? The dark eco will deplete and burn out like wax, Jak will revert back, get cold, and come back down to the hut where Samos will attempt to make the occurrence seem completely normal. He’ll spin some yarn about some great dark sage long ago who had made the same mistake and how it left him permanently altered after he gorged himself on too much of it. If he’s successful, it’ll steer Jak in the opposite direction of dark eco, keep him as far from it as he can be before the inevitable time comes where he won’t be able to escape it for two years. Come spring, and Jak’s world will be flipped completely upside down. The least Samos could do was offer him that bit of mercy before them.

It’s what he tells himself later that night, when the moon is full and big hanging in the night sky, and Jak’s howling can be heard from far and near. He’ll tire himself out eventually, even if he’s been at it for six hours now with no signs of stopping.

Fuck the Haus of Mar

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24 juillet

je me suis forcée à aller cimetière pour me faire sortir et pas passer la journée dans ma chambre comme hier mais en attendant quand je suis dehors je travaille pas. en plus c'était bien hier dans ma chambre j'écoutais de la musique j'avais la fenêtre grande ouverte mon nouveau tapis sous les pieds et j'écrivais un texte pour le open call du haus für poesie. j'avais commencé à essayer de traduire marrons glacés en allemand mais j'ai laissé tomber, y avait trop de subtilités, ça change toutes les sonorités, impossible de traduire délicat, délicate parce que c'est pas genré en allemand et en plus c'est moche (zart). c'était clairement au dessus de mon niveau de compétence. j'ai passé la matinée à regarder des tutos et à lire des forums sur le microkorg pour savoir de quoi j'avais besoin pour m'en servir sur scène parce qu'ils demandent une fiche technique dans le open call mais j'ai pas trouvé de réponse claire alors j'ai écrit à r., après de longues hésitations, parce que j'avais peur d'être ridicule, ce qui à la réflexion est encore plus ridicule, mais je suis tellement intimidée par le monde de la musique que je me sens ridicule rien que d'avoir eu l'idée de vouloir utiliser un synthé. le monde des câbles et des adaptateurs et des prises et des machines me mystifie totalement et il me fait peur. ou plutôt il m'ennuie. il m'emmerde profondément. j'ai bien vu l'année dernière à genève quand on a fait le setup pour la perf avec ru. à quel point je servais à rien. alors qu'elle non plus à la base elle y connaissait rien. bref, il m'a dit qu'il me répondrait ce soir tard parce que grosse journée de papa et j'avais envie de lui envoyer mille coeurs.

hier j'ai découvert la signification du mot limérence et je crois bien que c'est de ça que je souffre. ça fait citron vert et ça fait liminal. entre deux. transitoire. sur le seuil. avec un goût acide mais frais. rafraîchissant. mouais. ils disaient que la différence avec l'amour c'est qu'en limérence on se soucie pas du bien-être de l'autre, c'est très autocentré, tout ce qui compte c'est de savoir si l'autre nous aime ou pas. l'autre différence c'est qu'on met l'autre sur un piédestal et qu'on voit pas ses défauts. ok. moi je pense que c'est juste une forme de tomber amoureuse spécifique aux gens qui ont vécu un trauma d'abandon/de négligence dans leur enfance et j'aurais pas appelé ça limérence, mais bon.

(je viens de voir un écureuil!) hier soir je suis quand même sortie prendre l'air et ça s'est transformé en promenade de deux heures, je crois que c'était la meilleure jusqu'à maintenant. à part la toute première le premier soir. j'ai vu le coucher du soleil au tempelhofer feld, je voyais jamais l'intérêt de cet endroit ni l'engouement qu'il suscite parce que c'est juste une piste d'atterrissage vide sans arbres ni rien, mais hier j'écoutais de la très bonne musique et y avait pas trop de monde et le ciel était entre deux averses à moitié gris-mauve à moitié doré, tout était doré et beau et spectaculaire et y avait une atmosphère très paisible. quand le soleil s'est couché il s'est mis à pleuvoir à grosses gouttes c'était le moment entre le jour et la nuit et je savourais l'eau qui me tombait sur les jambes et trempaient mon short gris en molleton les néons étaient allumés dans les rues et les gens mangeaient et buvaient des coups sur les trottoirs mouillés abrités sous les auvents magie magique j'étais enchantée par tout. j'aime bien être dans cet état, quand tout m'émerveille. j'aime bien quand ça arrive. je sais pas à quoi ça tient.

je continue sur ma lancée des efforts, ce soir j'étais dans un bar lesbien avec une fille d'un groupe telegram qui m'a demandé si je voulais l'accompagner au public viewing de princess charming, je le sentais qu'à moitié mais bon toute occasion est bonne à prendre pour rencontrer des lesbiennes alors j'ai dit ok et j'ai passé la soirée à me dire putain je pourrais être tranquille sur mon canapé en train de travailler sur mon texte avec la fenêtre ouverte. il faisait super chaud à l'intérieur et on était collées à l'écran juste à côté du haut-parleur qui me perçait les tympans parce qu'y avait pas de place et les gens qui passaient devant le bar me rentraient continuellement dans le dos et je pensais encore au squelette qui dit if it sucks, hit da bricks!! mais je voulais pas être impolie, alors j'ai patiemment attendu que l'interminable épisode de téléréalité lesbienne se termine en faisant du eye contact avec une fille très grande sur le trottoir qui ressemblait à un des grands frères de stranger things avec son mullet bouclé et sa chemise à manches courtes ouverte sur un marcel blanc.

à un moment sur l'écran géant elles étaient toutes dans la piscine à chanter danser et s'embrasser les unes les autres et les filles dans le bar dansaient et chantaient avec elles et moi je pensais à mon trauma et à mon corps qui se fige, qui se transforme en zombie engourdi et sans vie à chaque fois qu'il faut s'amuser. je le sous-estime toujours. je me dis que j'arriverai bien à le dépasser, dans les bonnes circonstances, mais peut être pas en fait. je me sentais complètement à la masse. je comprenais un mot sur deux de ce que me disait la fille alors qu'on parlait luxembourgeois, elle a payé ma limo fleur de sureau mais j'avais pas de cash à lui donner et je savais pas quoi dire, j'arrivais pas à suivre les conversations en allemand parce qu'y avait trop de bruit et j'arrivais pas à me concentrer. donc je me suis dit que c'était peut être pas une bonne idée d'aller à la soirée flirt speed dating au k-fetisch demain. je vais me contenter d'attendre de rencontrer mon âme soeur au cimetière, même si ça doit me prendre 84 ans, tant pis. on a parlé du lycée, elle a passé quelques années au rodange aussi et elle avait reding et elle m'a dit qu'il avait agressé des filles du lycée et j'arrivais pas à y croire. j'arrivais pas à croire que mon prof de latin que j'ai eu pendant cinq ans était un agresseur sexuel et j'arrivais pas à croire que je l'apprenais dans un bar lesbien à berlin devant une émission de téléréalité projetée sur un écran géant. à la fin on était sur le trottoir avec des gens chiants alors j'ai dit bon j'y vais et je suis allée m'acheter un paquet de chips et je suis rentrée libre comme l'air me mettre en culotte sur mon canap avec mon paquet de chips bonheur divin et suprême.

[dxrknessembr8ced]

{ Cont. @haus-der-mysterionmusen }

" You're a dark hunter? Oh dear, as for the promise my sister is afflicted but I promise you that she is under my control... "

Her coffin began shaking and she noticing blood leaking from her coffin. The blood is boiling hot and acidic. Though the material of the coffin is highly strong and powerful against the acidic blood. So she shouldn't be worried about it.

[andivmg]

Girl drop the skincare routine and makeup 🫶🏻

okay, i have combination skin so disclaimer what works for me might not work for you. THAT SAID this is what i use:

skincare:

cleanser: cerave foaming facial cleanser

toner: soko glam aloe bha toner

cosrx snail mucin essence

the ordinary multi-peptide + HA serum

peach & lily glass skin refining serum

glow recipe niacinimide dew drops

glow recipe guava eye cream

cosrx hylauronic acid moisturizer

beauty of joseon sunscreen

makeup:

milk hydrogrip primer

haus labs foundation

fenty contour stick

kosas concealer

kosas eyebrow pen and gel

urban decay 24hr pencil eyeliner

one/size black liquid liner

rare beauty blush in joy

charlotte tilbury liquid highlighter thing

laura mercier loose powder in honey

charlotte tilbury pressed powder (flawless finishing something)

milani blush (the one that looks like a rose)

rare beauty powder highlighter

ilia mascara

charlotte tilbury setting spray

charlotte tilbury hylauronic lip thingy

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Not Evan related but you said you worked with like cosmetics and stuff? Do you know any good anti aging skin care, makeup (I think Hauslabs (Lady Gaga’s brand might be one) but I wanted a second opinion.

i’m just big into skincare and cosmetics but i’m not a professional or worked in the field :)

i’ve never used haus labs and i’ve heard mixed reviews. i think it depends more on what you’re trying to combat. for aging/fine lines, retinol is great to add into your skincare routine. at first you may get dried out, but you have to stick with it. adding in a hyaluronic acid serum also helped me tons. cerave, the ordinary and paula’s choice are both brands that i use without problems. dr. jart face masks are my favorite.

for makeup, i am less fussy. i have so much makeup, too much makeup lol i’m not brand loyal, but IT cosmetics is a brand i like and has worked well for me. for face, i actually ditched foundation the last three years after revamping my skin routine during quarantine. i worked hard to improve my skin because i like the natural dewy look. one product i absolutely swear by is the urban decay stay naked concealer. best concealer ever imo. i’m using the first aid beauty ultra repair primer with hyaluronic acid and i love it for a clean base.

i hope that helps and if you have questions let me know ❤️

[icravemusicx0x0]

rating music pls dont hate me #26 | <ASSEMBLE24> - TRIPLES

TRIPLES is not your normal k-pop girl group. if you consider it, TRIPLES is not a GROUP, its a literal SORORITY. as the album were reviewing says, TRIPLES is an ASSEMBLE of 24 members. like a SORORITY, they live in a HAUS, what they call the real-life building they live together. throughout the years, there have been many HAUSES, which i's not going to go through all of that. this is the largest k-pop group to exist. in addition, their maknae (youngest member), SEOAH, is only 13 by the time im writing.

their first activity is with their subunit ACID ANGEL FROM ASIA in 2022. TRIPLES actually debuted after the mini album release from the subunit, through their mini album ASSEMBLE. there were 10 members at the time. pretty large for sure, but not uncommon. their latest comeback introduces the last 4 members of the group, finalizing the lineup of the mega group with 24 members. following the reveal, we get the group's first ever studio album, ASSEMBLE24.

ASSEMBLE24 is a 10-track LP and is the first ever music content with the participation of the last four members. the title track, as in the lead single, of the album is GIRLS NEVER DIE.

lets go straight to the point, JADEN JEONG is a interesting producer and writer. he has this very groovy, fun, and genre-bending taste of pop which i like a lot. he kept this well-known k-pop production, but with his own look which made me addicted to the songs. whether its GIRLS NEVER DIE or HEART RAIDER, all of them are just stuck in my brain. however, his production can have unnecessary amount of tension, especially in transitions. overall, this album is not too impactful, yet still a great debut to the new mega group.

the topic of amount of members is not unknown. some argues that the larger the group doesn't mean the better, and that it will be a hassle for fans to follow and idolize each and every member —its unnecessary. yes, a large group isn't better, but neither is smaller. in the end, its about their message, their message is what makes up their size. for the case of TRIPLES, i think they did well. i hope they will grow more in the future. us WAVS (TRIPLES fandom name) are assure of a great future, so keep fighting!

underrated gem(s): DIMENSION - the orchestral hits ooh STRAVINSKY is proud of this for sure, CHIYU - ascending rn, HEART RAIDER.

tracks that i rec listening: GIRLS NEVER DIE, HEART RAIDER, MIDNIGHT FLOWER, WHITE SOUL SNEAKERS.

worst track: NON SCALE - the transition to chorus feels wrong and kind of overwhelming.

overall score 7/10 - this is all opinion so pls no hate

[kataerde]

Jerawat.

Dulu jaman masih sekolah sampe kuliah bisa dibilang mukaku mulus dan bersih, meskipun belum begitu mengenal skincare terutama sunscreen. Jarang banget aku mengalami yang namanya jerawatan. Kalopun nongol, pasti cuma sehari dua hari dan ngga berbekas. Mau main kemana pun, panas-panasan pun ngga khawatir, padahal ngga pake sunscreen (dosa masa lalu).

Sampe temenku banyak yang bilang mukaku mulus, bersih dan cerah walopun ngga pake makeup. Siapa sih yang ngga seneng dipuji kayak gitu? Yakali anak muda yang haus validasi yakan.🤪

Tapi semuanya berubah ketika udah lulus kuliah dan mulai kerja. Dari situ udah mulai aware soal skincare, terutama sunscreen. Dan menyesal karena di usia 23-an baru bener-bener menyadari kalo sunscreen SEPENTING itu!😫🤌🏻

Namanya anak muda yang baru mengenal skincare, aku explore deh tuh beberapa skincare yang lagi viral tanpa riset lebih lanjut kandungannya apa aja. Semua aku cobain, begitu pun sunscreen. Pake skincare sampe beberapa layer mulai dari face wash, toner, essence, serum, moisturizer, dan sunscreen. Dari sini nih, masalah jerawat mulai sering silaturahmi.

Jerawatnya emang ngga langsung semua muncul, tapi bertahap. Dan sembuhnya lama sampe berminggu-minggu dan ninggalin bekas. Aku sempet stress, panik karena mukaku jadi sensitif dan gampang jerawatan.

Berbulan-bulan pake skincare beberapa layer, akhirnya memutuskan buat ke basic. Cuma pake face wash, moisturizer dan sunscreen. Surprisingly, mukaku jauuuuh lebih baik dari sebelumnya! Ya walopun jerawat on off di situ-situ aja. Tapi seengganya ngga separah sebelumnya yang pake skincare berlayer-layer.

Emang bener, semua yang berlebihan itu tidak baik. Bukannya bikin muka mulus, malah makin gradakan.

Sampe sekarang masih struggle dan mencoba berdamai sama jerawat yang on off karena hormon. Susah banget ngilangin bekasnya. Belum ilang, udah muncul lagi jerawat baru.

Udah sempet ke SpKK, diresepin obat. Sebulanan ini pake, belum juga membaik. Malah makin parah😫

Note: foto di atas diambil tanggal 14 April 2024 setelah tragedi kecerobohan dan kesotoy-anku notolin Azelaic Acid ke muka tapi ngga langsung dioles, malah dibiarin dulu. Jadilah kemerahan semuka lol.

——————

Surat Cinta Untuk Jerawatku.

Hi, jerawat! Kamu kok betah sih nongol mulu di mukaku? Udahan yuk meradangnya, bekasnya juga bisa yuk, ilang! Bentar lagi aku nikah, aku pengen mukaku membaik menjelang pernikahan. Biar kalo dimakeup tuh bagus🙈

Yuk bisa yuk! Kamu ga usah nongol lagi. Karena aku capek ngurusin kamu terus☹️🙈

[hazelplaysgames]

the expansion of Lanakila was so necessary, that was 2 minute walk because i took a detour for the Icium Z. oh hey, and now a distortion spawned, thanks Arceus.

the PMC is indeed before the Hau fight, so things can get interesting. i have 6 Heart Scales total, and- I FORGOT ABOUT SOMETHING FUN! the first is gonna get used on Cinnabar, for sure, and then i'm gonna plop a save and use two more for Vermy and Fuchsia! then back to Poni Wilds to find Gastrodon to learn their Hidden Powers!

Vermilion, Fuchsia, and Cinnabar, getting it was easier than i expected. Fuchsia's is neutrally effective, while the other two have not very effective hits.

lets see what an Ice type looks like. Alolan Sandshrew's also Steel. Fuchsia isn't very effective, Vermilion is neutral, and Cinnabar has a Poison type HP, no effect!

Fuchsia's looking at Ice, Flying, Psychic, Bug, Dragon, or if it's implemented, Fairy. meanwhile, Vermy... Rock or Steel, yeaaa- Steel, not stone. the gag is weak. well. i guess a Flying type is the next one to find. Murkrow, being part dark, would be best, and Jangmo-o would help too. Vast Poni Canyon again, for the last time, i say, desperately.

Murkrow! both of them are normally effective, so Vermilion has to be Steel, Rock would be super effective, and Fuchsia... Flying, Bug, or Dragon. feels weird how being neutrally effective has to keep Bug and rule out Fairy. a Machoke would do better to figure this out than a Jangmo-o now, so a bit of walking around more, aaaand... Fuchsia's is only effective, meaning Dragon!

shame they have the cool ones, they're physical attackers, and Cinnabar doesn't need a poison move, he already has Acid Spray. time to reset and get back to business!

[ghostcultmagazine]

Check out our preview of the new metal and rock releases coming out this week for New Music Friday 7-28-23! Astralborne – Across The Aeons (Prosthetic Records) Atonement – Sadistic Invaders (Dying Victims) Bear The Mammoth – Purple Haus (Art As Catharsis) Black Sorcery – Deciphering Torment Through Malediction (Eternal Death) Contrarian – Demos & Oddities 1995-1999 (Self-Released) Dead Heat – Endless Torment EP (Tankcrimes/Triple B Records) Eave – Fervor (Bindrune Records) En La Niebla – El Limbo de Los Callados (Helter Skelter) Fleshvessel – Yearning: Promethean Fates Sealed (I, Voidhanger) Flight – Echoes Of Journeys Past (Dying Victims) Formless Oedon – Streams Of Rot (Memento Mori) From Ashes To New – Blackout (Better Noise Music) Girlschool – WTFortyfive? (Silver Lining Music) (please read like What The Fortyfive?) The Glorious Dead – Cemetery Paths (Bindrune Records) The Gorge – Mechanical Fiction (Pelagic Records) Hooker Spit – Krötch Splitter (Self-Records) Iron Savior – Riding On Fire – The Noise Years 1997-2004 (Dissonance Records) James Rivera’s Metal Wave – New Wave Gone Metal (Massacre Records) Lowlife – Leader Of A New Generation (Earache Records) Machinations Of Fate – Celestial Prophecies (Redefining Darkness Records) Mutoid Man – Mutants (Self-Released) Nuclear Power Trio – Wet Ass Plutonium (Metal Blade Records) Organ Dealer – The Weight Of Being (Everlasting Spew Records) Porta Nigra – Weltende (Soulseller Records) Return To Dust – The Black Road EP (Self-Released) Saul – This Is It…The End Of Everything (Spinefarm Records) Sevendust – Truth Killer (Napalm Records) Signs Of The Swarm – Amongst The Low & Empty (Century Media Records) SOG – Man Demonic (Violent Creek) Spectre – Lonesome Gambler EP (Dying Victims) TakaLaiton – Mindfection (Rockshots) Teloch Vovin/Viserion – The Iron Age Of Kali Yuga Split (Self-Released) The Sun's Journey Through The Night - Wordless (Church Road Records) Thra – Forged In Chaotic Stew (Translation Loss Records) Tongues – Formlose Stjerner (I, Voidhanger) Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats – Slaughter On First Avenue (Rise Above Records) Wyrgher – Panspermic Warlords (I, Voidhanger) The Usual Suspects: 🎤 Micaela Superstar ⁠https://www.instagram.com/micaeladeadeyes/⁠ 💻 Omar Cordy ⁠https://www.instagram.com/ojcpics⁠ 🎵 Fahad Syed ⁠https://ift.tt/lVThajA

[esporaespazioa]

Esta exhibición itinerante que, llega a Bilbao, forma parte de los festejos por los 30 años de Reynols. En ella se podrá apreciar: material fotográfico, artes de tapa, posters, recortes de prensa, además de una selección de audio y video. Se proyectarán, además, films y se realizarán escuchas que revisten carácter de estreno en la Península Ibérica.

Jueves 11 mayo - 19:00 Apertura, con la proyección de “Buscando a Reynols” (2004) - 75’

Jueves 18, 25 y 1 - Visitable de 19:00 a -21:00. Escuchas completas de un disco cada sesión.

Domingo 28 mayo - 12:30  Proyección de “Sinti Botuva Tapes” (2018) -  80’

Domingo 11 junio - 12:30 Cierre, con la proyección de  “Acid Mothers Reynols: Live and Beyond” - (2020) - 84’

“Reynols es lo más importante que surgió de Argentina desde Borges”    -       Jacob Heule (WSUM Radio, EEUU)

“Claro que conozco a Reynols, obviamente: de lo más experimental y salvaje que escuché” Thurston Moore (Sonic Youth)

“Una de las bandasunderground más influyentes de Sudamérica”  -  (The New York Times EEUU)

“Reynols nunca deja de sorprenderme” Tony Herrington (director de The Wire, Inglaterra)

“La frontera de Reynols es, en lo que a auténtica creatividad sonora, estética y conceptual se refiere, una extensión infinita. No se libera de las barreras, sino más bien las evapora” Marc Masters (Pitchfork, The Washington Post, etc.)

“No pertenecen a este planeta” (Nashville Scene, EEUU)

“Uno de los grupos más interesantes que han aparecido en los últimos 25 años” (The Guardian, Inglaterra)

“Reynols es como un chamán. Todos sus sonidos suenan como la tierra argentina”Doronco (Los Doroncos, Les RallizesDénudés)

“Uno de los conjuntos musicales/sociales más extraños que han existido” (Muckraker Magazine, EEUU)

“Reynols es la banda más importante en la historia del rock” Kurt Gottschalk (StarRevue, EEUU)

“¡No quiero olvidarme de ellos nunca! Me parece fabuloso lo que hacen” Pauline Oliveros

Erakusketa ibiltari hau Bilbora iritsi da lehenengoz, eta Reynolsen sorreratik 30 urte betetzen ari direla ospatunahi du. Argazkiak, porterrak, prentsatik ateratako materiala ikusi ahal izango da, baita audio eta bideo aukeraketa bat. Horrez gain, zenbait film proiektatu eta zenbait entzunaldi egingo dira, haietako batzuk estreinaldiak Iberiar Penintsulan.

Maiatzak 11, osteguna - 19:00 Irekiera, eta proiekzioa “Buscando a Reynols” (2004) - 75’

Ostegunero (18, 25, 1 eta 8) - Bisitagarria 19:00 -21:00. Ostegun bakoitzean disko entzunaldi bat.

Maiatzak 28, igandea - 12:30  Proiekzioa “Sinti Botuva Tapes” (2018) -  80’

Ekainak 11, igandea- 12:30 Itxiera, proiekzioaz  “Acid Mothers Reynols: Live and Beyond” - (2020) - 84’

“Reynols da Argentinatik sortu den gauzarik inportanteena Borgesen ondotik”    -       Jacob Heule (WSUM Radio, EEUU)

“Horixe ezagutzen dudala Reynols, noski: inoiz entzun dudan esperimental eta basatienetarik” Thurston Moore (Sonic Youth)

“Hegoamerikako banda underground eragingarrienetariko bat”  -  (The New York Times EEUU)

“Reynolsek behin eta berriz harritzen naute” Tony Herrington (The Wire-ko zuzendaria, Inglaterra)

“Reynolsek ez du mugarik, soinu/estetika/kontzeptu sorkuntza autentikoari dagokionez, una extensión infinita. Heziez libratu baino, lurrundiu egiten ditu” Marc Masters (Pitchfork, The Washington Post, etc.)

“Ez dira planeta honetakoak” (Nashville Scene, EEUU)

“Azken 25 urtean agertu den talde onenetarik” (The Guardian, Inglaterra)

“Reynols txaman baten modukoa da. Haien soinu guztei darie argentinar lurra” Doronco (Los Doroncos, Les RallizesDénudés)

“Inoiz existitu izan den talde musikal/sozial berezienetarik” (Muckraker Magazine, EEUU)

“Reynols da rockaren historiako talderik inportanteena” Kurt Gottschalk (StarRevue, EEUU)

“Ez sut sekula haietaz ahaztu nahi! Liluragarria zait egiten dutena” Pauline Oliveros

[listentohousemusic]

Happy Friday! Last mix of 2022 by me available now on @soundcloud @youtube @podomaticapp @mixcloud @deezer @applepodcasts @hearthis.at + more 🎧🔗📱 LINK in my bio. Or visit: https://music.lthmmusic.com/lthm684 Track List: 1.Jay Tripwire – Acid Babies [Repeat] 2.Prince.L – Back On The Wall [Witty Tunes] 3.Dani Sinergia – Crazy [Safe Underground] 4.Uriah Persie – Far Away [Ofrenda Music] 5.David Aurel – Hanging Around [klaus elle] 6.Michel Cleis, Salvatore Freda – Sassicaia [Cadenza] 7.Mikey V – Ilusions (Bas Ibellini Remix)[Classic Music Company] 8.Masino – 4 Haus (Tripmastaz Extended Remix)[Snatch! Records] 9.Chris Wood, Christian Burkhardt – Endless Two [CB Sessions] 10.Nick Dare – Destruktion [Household Digital] 11.MaximoProducer – La Maestosa [MABE BLACK RECORDS] 12.BERF – Neymama [Music is 4 Lovers] #happyfriday #weekendvibes #endofyear #2022isover #housemusic #techhouse #deeptechhouse #electronicmusic #dancemusic #podcast #lthm (at Sacramento, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmzoEmFSIqf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pridepoisoned]

Hau bristles, tries their best to launch an authoritative retort, but there are noticeable cracks in the new kahuna's metaphorical armor already. Eris bears down upon them without remorse, her gleaming gaze and playful, mocking grin wearing further on Hau's confidence. (How is such a sweet smile capable of conveying such corrosive toxicity?)

"You have such high levels of potential, Hau. So many fascinating, unique gifts: wings, electrical manipulation, and likely even more to be discovered. You're a scientist's dream, and I fully intend to learn more about you and your...special abilities." She leans forward, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Soar as high as you like. Achieve all that you can. However, kahuna or not...you will always be my experiment."

Her murmured words are vile, paralyzing acid. Serpentine barbs, designed to constrict, entrap and bind.

"I cobbled together a small, makeshift laboratory during my stay here in Alola, hidden along the Poni Breaker Coast. You are to meet me there in a few day's time to further aid my research. Alone," she instructs. "Your full cooperation will be expected. I would hate to let certain secrets slip out to the Alolan media, especially ones concerning our newest kahuna. What a scandalous splash that would be, hm?"

Her smile is fanged. Her eyes rake over their scars again.

"You almost died back on the beach, but you did not. I never, ever intend to kill people--my Pokemon simply got carried away, and I've taken measures to make sure that never happens again," Eris reassures with bemused a tilt of her head. "I do, however, specialize in killing reputations. The higher the rise, the harder the fall. It's always so difficult to watch people turn their backs on each other with a simple truth or half-truth..."

Eris Evans lets her observation linger pointedly before holding out a hand to Hau. A research agreement, under full coercion. The innocent expression has never left her visage, despite the venom dripping from her lips.

"Can I count on your assistance...?"

Their brows knit together in a frown. Seems like it was no use playing dumb here, huh? So their fake expression falters, and a glare appears on their features instead.

Even with the lower volume, Eris her words rang through their mind just as clear due to their heightened senses.

"Is this funny to you? Just some joke?"

His voice was just as hushed as to not alert anyone in the crowd. "I almost died because of you." They feel more than uncomfortable under her gaze. It reminded them of someone else who'd looked at them just like that. Like she was dissecting him with her eyes. "I can manage to keep the secret just fine." Unless someone tattles. The thought briefly crosses their mind. Would anyone believe Eris, though? "And I don't know what you're talking about. This is an honour. Tapu Koko selected me themself. If they believe I can do this, then I surely can." A slight fidget with their fingers, growing more tense and nervous. The newly grown wings on their back were poofing up under their cape, trying to make them seem more threathening. All it did was lift the material, though.

It was like she could hone in on his insecurities without even trying. Of course he was scared of the people spitting him out like he was nothing.

"I'm not your experiment. I'm my own p-person." Ah. A shake of his voice catches him off guard. Talking about stuff like this was still incredibly hard. They try to swallow away some nerves, but their throat stung incredibly. Gotta fight against the tears and panic. Focus on his breathing...

Can't repeat a scene like on that beach.

[chicacalamidad]

#dragtober day 29: @acidbetty ✨🌈

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