#I have a lot of green books especially in that mint shade

[goodluckclove]

How I Critique Writing (A Loose Collection of Tips)

Someone asked me for insights into my methodology when it comes to giving feedback on writing and I realized I had way more than I could say in a reasonable amount of private messages. Are you someone who I've spoken to about their writing? Did someone send you their work and you don't know how to respond? Maybe this will help? Based on how people react I feel like it might be controversial but it seems to work.

When someone sends me their writing, no matter the size, subject or genre, I:

Take it seriously. It's a generational epic about the Vietnam war and its effects. It's a cute, young adult romance. It's Zim and Dib from Invader Zim realizing they've always been in love with each other. All of these things can be written with earnestness, strength, honesty and skill. It's fucking hard to write and if someone writes a single sentence that wouldn't otherwise exist its worth holding in your hands and examining with the same eye as if you were taking an interesting book off the shelf.

Respond with curiosity. It's common for critiques to follow a theme of ambiguous disdain. This doesn't work. Delete this. Bad. No. Gross. Guess what? That's not helpful. If you got that feedback, even if you followed it, you wouldn't be thrilled about it. Oftentimes you can take a line that makes you want to say Bad and ask something else. What is this supposed to express? What were you trying to do here? Am I supposed to feel happy/sad/uncertain when I read this? Curiosity can reframe something that you don't think works as a reader and turn it into an opportunity for the writer to look inward and solve their own problem. They might explain what they were trying to do, and if you were to say that it didn't pan out for you they're way more likely to tweak things themselves and feel like they still have control over their project.

Give comments. I've started giving more in-depth comments on the writing people give me depending on how anxious they are about it. If you're a pretty confident writer I'll give a summary of what I gained and what I was left wondering, what I thought and what I felt, what associations it made me think of in terms of tone and other forms of media - stuff like that. For newer writers, especially those who are far more doubting of their own abilities, I go buck wild. And in my opinion notes should be less like Good! I like this! Wow! Nice! (What are you, grading my book report? No thanks), and more like what you think when you're reading a book you're truly invested in. Make jokes about the characters (Not mean ones. I will send bugs to you in the mail.), chart exact lines that provoke physical reactions, even a small one. Can you imagine reading someone treat your work like it has its own fandom on Tumblr? You can do that for someone else.

Fucking have some fucking awareness of the fact that it might not be for you and that doesn't mean it's bad. I'm angry about this one considering the novel a friend sent me last night that they've been too terrified to try and post online, despite it being fucking brilliant. I'll try and calm down. Listen - you read what you like. I mainly read literary and experimental fiction, some poetry, horror and some sci-fi. Not a lot of genre fiction. But I will always be down to read someone's high fantasy story, because even though I don't really like fantasy I know what the good ones sound like. I've forced myself to gain a sense of what someone else would like, even if I don't like it. And I can still critique it. If I'm a builder and I see a house that's painted a shade of green I find sinful for a home (i.e. mint), I can look past that and focus on the state of the walls and the stability of the foundation. You aren't a reviewer, man. You are neither Siskel, nor Ebert. They write for readers, you write for writers. So you don't like historical fiction? Cool, man. Congrats. If someone trusts you enough to give you some to read and critique, you should still do so objectively. If you give it an automatic F because you wouldn't buy it, then you are legally a stinky little trash man. That's just the law.

Ask them what they liked to write and what was the hardest. There's apparently a weird trend on online writer communities that say there are specific rules that all writers need to follow. This is not true. It just isn't. If the dialogue in a story you read is weak, and the writer says they hate writing dialogue and really struggle with it, maybe tell them they don't have to use it. You might change their entire life.

RESPOND WITH CURIOSITY. You see the Ask games where people try and get more detail on the WIP of certain authors. If you have a WIP and I ask you a worldbuilding question that doesn't relate to the direct plot of the story as it exists now, I bet you'd like to talk about it. If I ask if you were inspired by a certain tone or movie, you might know the work I was talking about and feel happy. Or you might not know it, look it up, and feel inspired. I don't think people realize that a critique of new/unfinished writing is not a one-and-done exchange. You are taking part in an isolated process in a way few other people on the planet will. It's not homework. It's. Not. Homework. We spend so much of our time alone just fiddling our hands and making our magic, and in instances like these we share something in one of the ultimate forms of artistic trust. They're taking you into a world that hasn't fully formed yet. Is it cool? Can you tell me about it? Can they?

Be nice. Storytime, friends. In the way early 2010s, there was something on the internet called sporking. It was pretty much a line by line roast of someone's writing - typically fanfic. And I hate to say this, but I read a lot of it. I was 13, somehow untreated and overmedicated, and I was miserable constantly. Just cold in my chest. At one point I had the chance to critique a stranger's story - probably another child - and I essentially mocked the whole thing. They ended up deleting the story off the website. I cannot begin to describe to you the shame I feel about doing this, even ten years later. It burns in my heart and makes me sick to my stomach. If you are a serious writer, especially a young writer, and you insult another writer's craft to their face just as they're getting started - you will regret it. I promise you that. You will think about holding something alive and full of potential in your hands and squeezing your fists until it is just flecks of meat and crushed bone. It will haunt you. Maybe only a little, but constantly and for the rest of your life. So don't do it.

Wow what a grim note to leave on! That's essentially my philosophy on writing critique, do with it what you will. Want to send me some writing to receive this kind of excessive treatment? Cool! I have an email in my pinned post and I'll do that! I'm also down to chat if anyone wants to send me asks or DMs on writing/writing struggles/publishing tips.

[crestfallercanyon]

Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday

Thanks for the game @michellemisfit ! I believe I have missed like the last three, my apologies lol. Thanks for still looping me into the fun <3 

name: crest

age: late 20s

location:  next to my cat who is sleeping like he hasn’t been a complete menace all damn morning. 

top sheet, yes or no? (I'm assuming by top sheet it means the sheet over the ones that wrap your bed that separates your body from your comforter/duvet, which maybe not everyone uses) and yes, especially in this heat, sometimes that is the only thing I have on me because it’s too warm (but I hate not having something heavier on me)

how many stuffed animals do you own? I have two that I can think of off the top of my head. Used to have several. 

the names of your pets (and the explanations behind them): I only have one cat! And I'm sorry, as I am a paranoid individual (though there are people on discord who know his name, and I know there's other pets with this name, and I give out other information I know) but I'm not going to put it here. I will say I named him what I named him because he's all angles, he's very small for a cat, and loves jumping on me.

favourite color: I gravitate toward the color green a lot. I just adore it in all shades. 

any tattoos? Yes! 

how you transport your belongings (purse, tote, hands, pockets, etc.): If it’s just like me out and about? My pockets usually, I don’t like having anything hanging off of me like a bag if I can help me because it’s distracting to walk very far with shit flipping around. If it's for work/going somewhere with stuff that cannot fit in pockets, then I have a corduroy satchel with a bunch of buttons on it.

the last movie you watched: Shrek! I was feeling nostalgic.

how long does it take you to get ready in the morning? If I take a shower? Around an hour (I have curly hair, it’s kind of a bitch to make look nice because I’m bad at that kind of thing, that and winding down my cat who wants to play so badly it’s like he was fueled with jet fuel). If I don’t take a shower and let the cat figure out his own playtime? 20 minutes, usually with a breakfast on the go situation (and leaving my cat to mourn that I did not play with him). 

favourite weather: I love a good thunderstorm when I'm able to hang out at home and watch. Or a good snowstorm. For general getting around though, low 70s or low 80s with a breeze.

relationship status: single

ice cream flavor of choice: mint chocolate chip or something peanut buttery. Which I know are two chaotic differences, but it’s just my style. 

first fandom: Fandom where I’d be aware of what a fandom was? Probably Dr. Who? (I swear I answer this question differently every time I’m asked lol). 

how many books have you read this year? Think I’m at seven? I don’t read nearly as much as I used to but I’m starting to pick it up again. 

first 4 words of your last notes app entry:  “Right out the elevator”, believe that was instructions to myself on how to navigate some building I’ve long forgotten why I was confused about. 

and finally, if you had to change your URL tomorrow, what would you change it to? If I had to? Probably something equally sort of pretentious as crestfaller, something like coppermarsh or cruisinghearse (which damn I actually love that one lmao) but I came up with crestfaller by looking into a mountain range’s peaks and valleys, finding a name that sounded interesting, and grabbing the synonyms and mixing them together until I liked it. I have adopted the name crest on all things though now, I don’t know what I’d have people call me if I changed my name now. 

And finally... tags! (I imagine since we're into Thursday most people have already been tagged and I also don't want to spam people, but here's what I've got -- hope y'all enjoy!)

@mmmichyyy @jrooc @gallawitchxx @gardenerian, @babygirlmickey, and anyone else who would like to join!

[lover-also-fighter-also]

🐾🍕🥝🎃🧸♥️ 🥀🎉🥑🍐🍑🎲

For Anitha + Ria + Mila

🐾Do they have a pet? What are they, and what's their name?

Anitha:

Her magickal familiar (its not a pet, its a partner) is a Lumian she named Candy. In my HC, after she and Griffin get married, they have a golden retriever named Apollo and a grey tabby cat named Artemis

Ria:

She has a pet hamster named Kiki, but after she and Maria move in together, they would have a cat named Luna

Mila:

She has a pet dog named Snowy, but in future she and Skye would adopt a black cat (haven't decided on the name yet)

🍕What's their guilty pleasure food?

Anitha:

For magickal food, it would be prophecy O's with warm milk. Tuneless food would be indian food, but her favourite is Chole Bature.

Ria:

She enjoys her dad's fried chicken, and sometimes can't resist taking more. Another added favorite would be the mint coffee that Maria makes, for a rigourous study session

Mila:

Mila enjoys spicy food more than sweets, especially ramen noodles, with egg in it. Classic comfort food after a long day in theatre.

🥝Do they have a food allergy or food they hate?

Anitha:

In high school, Anitha started loading up on protein shakes and bars to increase her strength for the soccer season, but she ended up overloading on them and it resulted in a very bad stomach pain. Since then she had steered away from protein supplements and would not touch them

Ria:

Ria does not like oatmeal. It reminds her of hospital food and chemotherapy and that makes it enough for her to throw up

Mila:

Mila has a certain cringe towards ice cream after 'accidentally' witnessing the Cedar Cove challenge, and the experience has permanently ruined ice cream for her.

🎃What would their Halloween outfit be?

(I would be to work on edits for Halloween costumes for the 3 of them, keep an eye out for the posts yet to come)

Anitha:

Every year, Anitha likes to dress up as a witch for Halloween. She was made fun of that by a neighbour kid that she did not realize that she made a branch drop on top of him. She thought that she really had witch powers (but little did she know she actually had them, but that's after many years)

Ria:

Ria always loved colorful things as a kid, so Scott used to bring her different kinds of wigs and she would dress up as a different princess each year. Her favorite, however was Belle from Beauty and the Beast.

Mila:

Mila's favorite Halloween costume would be a vampire, considering she starts reading a lot of vampire novels, plus Skye liked vampire fictions, it was a perfect fit.

🧸Do they have a stuffed animal or item they've kept from when they were a kid?

Anitha, Ria and Mila are all suckers for stuffed animals. Knowing them, they must have kept an entire collection in their closets as kids.

♥️Favorite color?

Anitha:

She loves sun based/bright colors like Red, yellow or orange

Ria:

Ria likes all the colors. But she feels that green and blue suits her the most.

Mila:

She has always liked shades of pink, but got obsessed with black and red over a period of time.

Check below for NSFW

🥀Do they have a favorite position?

Anitha: Being on the top

Ria: Being the bottom

Mila: Fisting

🎉Say it's their love interests' birthday, how would they celebrate it~?

Anitha:

She and Griffin would go on a nature hike, find a waterfall or a river to camp out, go for a swim (where things get really heated up), make a bonfire, have dinner and stargaze.

Ria:

Ria would book a honeymoon resort for the two of them, and after the celebrations, they would go and have a kinky time.

Mila:

The way to appease Skye's heart would be going to different haunted places or a rock concert and getting drunk and making out.

🥑What are some of their random kinks/fetishes?

Anitha: Being the dom

Ria: Bondage

Mila: Tits

🍐Say they wanted to look sexy for their partner, what sort of outfit would they wear?

Anitha:

Easy, Griffin thinks that Anitha looks sexy in her thief uniform. Especially after a game or a practice session when she is high on adrenaline and is sweating. (Sorry I don't have the screenshot reference, I had to delete a bunch of photos cause my phone couldn't handle it)

Ria:

Ria would either wear shorts or low cut dresses, if she is in the mood for looking sexy. I think a good reference would be the beach outfit in bk 3

Mila:

Mila would be wearing this, cause Skye thinks she is damn sexy as a goth

🍑How did they react to having their "first time?" And was their partner understanding if they were nervous?

Anitha:

Anitha was pretty confident when she and Griffin had sex for the first time. Both were experienced with hookups so it wasn't exactly new to them. They knew what they were doing and no nervousness was involved.

Ria:

I guess Ria would be pretty nervous for their first time, and be more hesitant. Maria is a pretty understanding person, and would not take things too far until Ria was ready for that kind of thing.

Mila:

After they graduate college, Mila and Skye celebrate by going to a concert, and they get really drunk and almost end up hooking up in a secluded alley, when Skye hesitated for a bit and stopped with the kissing. Mila took the hint, and both backed out before anything else would happen.

🎲Random Question chosen by the poster~♡

🥧Have they ever had a one-night stand when they were drunk?

Anitha:

Anitha rarely drinks, and even if she drank she is going to be sober enough to not have a one-night stand while drunk.

Ria:

Ria and Maria both have a decent control of how much they drink, and even if they did get heavily drunk, it never led to a one night stand

Mila:

After the almost fiasco of their first time, Mila and Skye make sure that they don't drink too much to lose all sense of control.

[more-than-a-princess]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what’s your phone wallpaper : My kitty, Molly. The sweetest and best girl, true princess of the household. She's also my lockscreen. She's seven years old and for the first six months of her life, she was a feral kitten. I'm so grateful she was able to be adopted! She likes watching the electric kettle, sitting by the window, watching British TV shows, getting her whiskers smoothed back, quiet, and cat grass. She dislikes noise, people (especially loud people and children), other cats, any food meant for humans, and all of the cat beds I've bought for her (sofa and my bed are superior).

last song you listened to: 6 Underground - Sneaker Pimps (Cruel Intentions soundtrack, anyone?)

last movie : Guardians of the Galaxy 3 and the Super Mario Bros Movie. Both were...okay? I've never played the Mario games beyond a few rounds of Mario Kart so the lore was lost on me.

last show : Queen Charlotte, The Great, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, XO Kitty, Succession, and a rewatch of the entire Endeavour series are at the top of my recent watch list. I'm also slowly rewatching the original Trigun in order to watch Stampede during the summer. There's also some K-dramas I've started and have yet to finish, but I'm gutted that Mrs. Maisel, Succession, and Endeavour are all ending this year (with two of them ending this week on US TV!). I'm confident they're going to end well, though (no HIMYM ending, or something similar). I watch a lot more TV and read more books than video games and movies these days!

what are you wearing right now : Midi skirt with a 90s/ditsy floral print, silk blouse, light wool cardigan, and my favorite slingback heels with minimalist jewelry. I may be on Zoom calls but I'm still working, and have a few errands to run later. At home though, probably athletic wear as I work on restyling some wigs later tonight.

piercings / tattoos? : Just one piercing in each earlobe! I don't want multiple piercings or any tattoos. Especially at my current job, they are frowned upon. I do use hair color though, mostly as my natural shade isn't that flattering on me and I'm an An Age where I need to start covering the greys. Darker hair just suits my complexion better!

glasses ? contacts? : Neither, and I'm shocked I don't need them (yet). Both of my parents wear glasses. I should get tested again, but mostly my interest is to attempt wearing contacts again for cosplay. And I hate wearing them: I will put myself through various amounts of physical discomfort for my hobby but I tend to draw the line at contacts.

last thing you ate? : Protein bar...yesterday. I do Intermittent Fasting most of the time (though it's nearly time for me to eat again!), alongside some other dietary necessities in order to try to keep myself healthy. I may not need glasses but I've got enough to deal with. I did drink plenty of water and tea so far today, however!

favorite color(s) : Blue! Sapphire blue, navy blue, sky blue...blue. My favorite color as a child was purple and my husband's favorite is green, so we appreciate a cool-toned palette in the house. Otherwise, I'm drawn to colors like burgundy, blush pink, mint, lilac, powder blue, black, white, and cool-toned tans and beiges. I tend to dislike yellows, oranges, and warm-toned browns: autumn colors, mostly. Which is funny because autumn is actually my favorite season: I'm just not a fan of the colors on me or in my home.

current obsession : A Court of Thorns and Roses/ACOTAR (and Crescent City, and Throne of Glass...SJM-verse in general) and Bridgerton, hands down. I absolutely love books and while I need to branch out and aim to start reading some Holly Black and Leigh Bardugo finally, I keep coming back to these two authors/series/fandoms (though Julia Quinn is an okayish historical romance writer. Overall, I liked other HR writers more!).

In short: talk to me about ACOTAR and Bridgerton and I will not shut up.

Otherwise, I'm into: What We Do In The Shadows (SEASON 5 SOON!), a lot of British crime and historical drama shows, mostly old anime, luxury and plus size fashion, cosplay (my main hobby outside of this blog!), skincare, having an entire bar in my house just for tea, historical/horror/romcom movies (I have a few things in common with Sonia, yes), fixing my health issues/healthy lifestyle/staying active/losing weight, cats, fashion and travel vloggers (especially if they visit Europe. it's very niche but there's a few Japanese lifestyle and travel vloggers I love because they don't spend the entire video talking and it's just...more ambiance with subtitles, I guess? Super soothing!), and traveling in general. I miss traveling so much and am slowly starting to plan my honeymoon for 2024.

do you have a crush right now? : My husband, my cat, and whenever it gets finished, the custom closet and the custom cosplay room that will be built in my house. We did my husband's new computer and video game setups first so it's my turn for house upgrades and I really need a separate closet: what came with this house only fit my husband's clothes so my wardrobe is all folded in baskets or hung on rolling racks right now and it is driving me crazy.

We've saved for the past few years in anticipation for this but it's still stressful to get a designer in to measure, chat with us about needs, get the plans approved, etc. And I still need to purge some things just for my own sanity.

No human kids, just two adults with a cat and plenty of hobbies

favorite fictional character : Rude question, how dare you. But I'll try anyway. Sybil Crawley (Downton Abbey), Nesta Archeron and Bryce Quinlan (Sarah J. Maas books/verse/etc), Penelope Featherington and Francesca Bridgerton (Bridgerton), Endeavour Morse (Inspector Morse/Endeavour), Misato Katsuragi (Evangelion), Spike Spiegel (Cowboy Bebop), Fujiko Mine (Lupin III), and Sonia Nevermind (what, did you think I'd forget her?).

That's such a small fraction of my faves but it's a mix of older and newer ones at least.

tagged by: I absolutely stole this from @dcviated for Munday purposes.

tagging: Steal it. I wish I had something witty for this but between work, replies, and getting convention ready I've got nothing.

[artemismatchalatte]

I wanted to include green since I had so many green books on my shelves. Mint or lighter green is a pretty popular book cover color for YA lit too I’ve noticed. 

Green is the color I’ve chosen for Saturday! Happy reading everyone! :)

[skullsnbruises]

Hello, mutual bestie beloveds!

Sorry that this is just going to be a jumble of questions, I just wanted to talk to y'all again. Anyone can answer if they want!

Does everyone like G/t or vore, or is it just Skull?

What are everyone's favorite colors? I find that enjoy different colors more when I am in different moods but I really enjoy the combination of a bright teal and hot pink.

What are your favorite books/book series? My favorite books are The 14th Goldfish series. The book's themes really spoke to me at a time when I needed them and they are my favorite comfort books.

What are y'all's favorite ice cream flavors? My favorite is mint chocolate chip. Mint is one of those flavors for me where if you put it in anything I will latch on to it with a death grip, I also have that with cinnamon.

Hope everyone has a fantastic day/night.

(psst I already said it to Skulls but idk if you guys saw that but if anyone wants to drop me an ask or anything I would love that!)

hey its deo. :)

i would say pretty much everyone likes g/t and vore. we started a poll thing to see where everyone lays on the pred vs prey scale lmao

im gonna go through the main fronters colors, cause we have like 30some people and thatd take so long. askew's is a deep purple/blue and black, fungi likes orange gray and black, centaur's is maroon, clementine's is reddish pink and pastel blue, crumb's is orange and black (spooky haha), george's is light blue and white, ghostbur likes all shades of blue and gray, jack likes neon blue and red, simon loves teal and gold, soot likes purple and black, techno likes reds and pinks, i like brighter shades of red and orange but i also really like dark blue, claire likes black, grillby likes fire colors pff, tommy likes neon colors but especially red, phil likes red and green, slimes favorite is green, revivebur likes dark colors, tubbo likes very muted natural colors like dark shades of green yellow and brown, and skulls likes brown and pink :)

besides fan fiction none of us really read much, so id say skulls was hyperfixated on the warrior cat series when he was younger, and clementine quite likes that series too. techno and me like reading fanfics about our sources, and i think techno wanted to start writing some as well.

not a lot of us had had the chance to try a bunch of flavors but i think we can all agree on vanilla or mint.

i love cinnamon as well, so, so very much.

thank you, wishing you a good day/night as well :)

(ill try to think of some asks lol)

-Deo [he/him]

[supertweetycherry]

DIE HARD || [i. Prologue]

—Pairings: BTS x OC 

—Genre: BTS Mafia Au, Slight Fluff, Angst (a lot of it), Heartbreak, Thriller 

—Ratings: 18+ | MA Content | R 

—Warnings: Blood, Death, Killing, Guns/Weapons and Violence. 

—Summary: She belong to them. They belong to her. It’s simple as that. Period. —Word Count: 2.8k

Navigation -> Masterlist || MASTERPOST <<FOREWORD || PART 1>>

Prologue - The Tragic Night 

                                                 10 years ago... 

“So, how do I look?” 

A girl in her late teenage years twirled around in a long fancy dress as she beamed at the older women standing infront of her. The dress was a long ball gown in the shade of pale pink with flowers coating the blouse in elegant designs. The back was encrusted with shiny, twinkling diamonds, embedded into the dress by her own mother. 

“You look gorgeous, Yoona.” The older women beamed, caressing the young girl’s hair in affection. “A true beauty in her most simplest form. That’s what you are.” 

“Unnie...” The girl whined, pouting at her older sister’s words. “Please be serious. I want your true thoughts on this.” 

“I’m serious, my baby.” The older sister said, coming closer to capture her little sister’s pouting face. “You are going to be turning 16 soon. You look gorgeous in anything that you wear.” 

“But unnie... kookie said I look chubby.” Yoona whined as she glanced at her figure in the mirror. It’s true that the gown looks beautiful on her, but with her puffy body, she can’t help but think that maybe... just maybe, the long gown wasn’t the right choice for her. 

“That’s just your baby fat which will wash off as you grow up, sweetheart.” Her older sister assured her. “And besides, when did you start taking that stupid bunny’s words to the heart?” 

Yoona gulped. She wasn’t ready to tell her sister about the hurtful rumours that circulate around the school on daily basis. Rumours that are starting to affect her as she realised what the boys meant to her. 

“It’s just...” The girl tried to say it but she couldn’t. Instead, she let out a defeated sigh. 

“Yoona. My dear little Yoona...” The older women cooed, bringing the younger girl into her arms. “Don’t take anything to the heart, sweetheart. Life is weird. Things will happen. Words will be said. Hearts will be broken. No matter what happens, don’t ever look down on yourself, okay?”

Yoona pursed her lips and nodded, hugging her sister back. She loved the fact that her big sister always knew how to cheer her up. 

“Okay, Unnie.” 

“Good, lets go downstairs so we can reach the venue on time.” 

Yoona smiled and nodded. Today is a very special day for her. She’s going to be the jewel of tonight’s party. She’s turning 16 today. A big step in her life. Her family has organised a grand lavish party just for her. She was excited but also at the same time, nervous. 

As they descended down the giant staircase, a group of men stood waiting for them at the bottom. Both the sisters looked at each other in confusion. 

“Chen? What’s going on?” Yoona asked as she saw her trusty personal bodyguard, waiting for her. The boy was only few years older than her. He has been her companion and her saviour since birth. 

“Forgive me, ladies. But we are here to escort you both to the venue safely.” 

“All of you?” Yoona spoke, glancing at the other three guards, staring at her with complete blank faces. 

“Yes.” 

The girl didn’t question any further. She’ll just have to pretend that this is one of those days where her father is being a bit too possessive over their safety. But as they reached the bottom stair, Yoona couldn’t help but feel a small pit of dread gather inside her. A very peculiar, bad feeling has started to bubble within her. It raised red flags in her head. 

It was only her sister’s hand that kept her at bay. 

As they headed towards the entrance of their mansion, a tall man with broad shoulders, stood waiting for them, right on their doorstep. 

“Uncle Sung-woo...” 

Both of the girls smiled at their only uncle who stood smiling back at them. He was dressed in one of the most expensive suits, especially tailored for him by the best designer in all of Seoul. 

“Ahh... girls There you are.” The man said, flaunting around his shiny black hair as his hands clapped against each other in excitement. “You both ready?” 

The two ladies nodded. They could see a line of expensive SUVs, parked behind him. 

“Good, Good. Let’s get going.” 

And with that, both of the ladies were piled into the waiting cars. 

                                                    *********

“Nervous?” Her older sister whispered in her ear as their car rolled into the venue. It was a beautiful lake-side resort that her family booked for the weekend. The party was being held at the second floor, where a large ball room was built to accomodate the style of Lee’s legendary parties. Everyone was invited. Anyone that had connections with her family was invited.

Sometimes, it shocks Yoona at how big her family’s influence is. Being one of the top businessmen in the whole nation was quite an achievement. But something about this high status never sat well with her. It had never bothered her before, but as she starts to realise things, it was becoming hard for her to be ignorant these days. 

“A little.” 

Their uncle was sitting at the front of the car, so they had to make sure to keep their voices low. 

“You’ll be fine.” The older women whispered, grasping yoona’s hand in a comforting manner. “Just be honest with them.” 

The younger nodded before looking at her charm bracelet given to her by the boys. She’s going to be upfront with her feelings today... and hopefully, she’ll make it through in one piece.  

                                                     **********

“Yoona!” 

The girl looked up just in time to see a tall, handsome figure engulfing her in his arms. Her face flushed as the familiar strawberry smell filled her nose. 

Taehyung. 

“You’re suffocating me, Tae-Tae.” The girl cried as the boy was literally squashing her. 

“Oh...” The boy instantly unwrapped himself off her and sheepishly smiled. “Oops, sorry.” 

Yoona shook her head and glanced at the other five boys who have managed to cover her entire view of the Grand party hall. Sometimes, she hated how small she was compared to their towering figures. 

“Hello boys.” 

They all beamed at her. The six boys infront of her plays a major role in her life. They were her best friends and only friends in this cruel world. Everyone else just uses her for her money. Her family was one of the richest families in the nation. So, finding good, true, die hard friends was a bit problematic for her, especially when she’s envied for being the rich girl. 

“So, how do I look?” She asked, twirling around once again in her long, pale pink ball gown, making sure to flaunt her braided hair that her older sister took the liberty of braiding it into an elegant piece of artwork. It was filled with little pink flowers, and solid shimmery glitter. 

It was the cute, teasing bunny who started complimenting her first... or should she say ‘tormenting her’. 

“Aigoo... my chubby little princess looks so cute and fluffy in her poofy dress.” He cooed with a baby voice, pinching her cheeks in the process. She glared at the boy who just shrugged and continued poking and pinching her. 

Then came his partner in crime who had suffocated her earlier in his developing arms. 

“Awww... Yoona baby looks so cute.” He gushed, cupping her face and squashing it lightly. She managed to push him away before another happy boy jumped onto her with a huge sunshine smile. 

“Angel! You look so pretty!” He beamed, making the teenager flush. “Twirl around for me please.” 

And she did, letting her dress do the magic... atleast she hoped it would. 

“Pink suits you a lot, Yoona.” Another voice chimed in. Yoona’s eyes shifted to the brown-headed male who was also smiling at her. He lightly caressed the loose hair on her side and licked his lips unconsciously. 

“Thank you, chim chim.” 

Yoona then looked at one of the tallest members of the group who stood watching her with calculating eyes. He looked as handsome as ever. 

“You’ve grown.” He commented, coming closer and poking her body in odd places. “Reduced a bit in size too.” That’s when his eyes narrowed at her. “Are you skipping your meals?” 

“No?” She tried to lie but failed miserably. 

“Yoona..” he warned, now grabbing her arms and pinning her with his pointy gaze. 

“I’m fine, Jinnie Oppa.” She assured the boy. He was the oldest among them so she needs to be calm and respectful towards him. “I have just been doing some... extra exercises.” 

He didn’t seem convinced but none-the-less nodded and moved back. 

In an instant, another figure hugged her. 

“You always look beautiful Yoona. Please ignore hyung. He’s just being a mumma bear again.” The sweet, raspy voice of her closest companion said in her ears. She smiled at the blonde leader of the group. His dimples were popping out and she couldn’t help but poke them. 

Her eyes then searched for the seventh member of their group. Her favourite boy among them. 

“Where’s Yoongi Oppa?” She asked the leader. 

“He’s just running an errand.” His voice turned a bit grim. “Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon.”

She frowned but the none the less nodded and continued mingling. 

                                                     ***********

As her celebration party progressed forward, Yoona’s peculiar, bad feeling returned with full force. Red flags raised up in her head. Something felt wrong to her. Something bad was happening, and her instincts were warning her of an upcoming danger. Call it her luck but her instincts has always been right. If there’s something wrong then, there is something wrong. That’s just how it is. That’s how her father has taught her. 

And soon, that feeling came true. She was just standing in the grand balcony of the party hall, looking at the large lake below her in wonder. Her thoughts were running wild. Her fingers were rubbing over the silver ring that sat on her left hand, showcasing a dark red ruby glancing back at her. It was beautiful in every aspect. The perfect gift she could ever get by him. 

It was the sudden extra weight that broke her wishful thoughts. A flash of mint-green hair and a huge body stumbling into her arms. 

The first thing she noticed was the blood and a deep wound on his right shoulder. Then, the bleeding head injury on his forehead. 

“Oppa!” She screamed, grabbing numerous eyes on her. Worry build up inside her as she caught the man before he could loose his balance. He seemed sweaty and tired. His breathing was shaky and ragged as her fingers glided over his bleeding forehead. His knuckles were also bruised and his lips mouthed her name over and over again. “O-Oppa...” she said shakily, holding onto the man in fear. “w-what happened t-to you?” 

Before he could reply to her, a loud boom filled the entire hall. The ceiling shook as the ground below them moved. That’s when screams started. Loud, blood curling screams as everything around her erupted in fire. 

“Yoona...” Someone tucked down on her arms. She looked down in her arms to see Yoongi looking at her with guilt and regret written all over his face. His breathing was thick due to his punctured wound on his shoulder. “R-run... r-run Yoona!” 

Before she could react, someone pulled her away from him. The grip was tightened around her hair, making her scream in pain. She looked up to see a man, dressed in all black clothing, pulling onto her, dragging her across the floor. She screamed and wiggled in his grip as she saw another man in black, hovering over her lover’s wounded body with a gun. 

“No, YOONGI!” She yelled but it was already too late. The gun fired with a loud bang and the bullet was embedded straight into Yoongi’s chest. Everything seemed distant to her as she fought harder to get closer to him. Her eyes teared as she saw her lover’s eyes drift over to her in pure pain and longing before closing. 

A heart-wrenching scream left her lungs as she realized what this meant. 

Suddenly, another shot was fired, and the man behind her dropped dead. She looked up just in time to see Jungkook holding a gun in his hand. His nicely tucked in tuxedo was now in creases as his eyes showed complete fear. Not for himself, but for her. 

“Yoona, get out of here! NOW!” He screamed just as another loud boom echoed. The ground below them cracked. “Yoona, MOVE!” 

In an instant, Yoona felt adrenaline rush hit her as she picked herself up and ran to lover’s dead form. She was hoping that he was still alive. He wasn’t allowed to die this easily. He has always promised her to stay next to her till the end, so there’s no way in hell she’s going to leave him. But before she could reach him, the ground around him broke off, plunging his body into the depths of the lake below as the rest of the balcony followed soon. 

“YOONGI!” She screamed in tears. She could hear her other boys screaming for their lost brother too. 

Her figure was frozen as she leaned onto the sides of the broken balcony. Her fingers digging into the chipped wall beside her. Her Oppa has just died. One of her dearest friend and one of the person she loved just died right infront of her. 

“Yoona!” A familiar figure covered her view. It was her older sister. “Yoona, What are you doing? Let’s go!” 

The older women pulled her back towards the hall, oblivious to the danger pointed in her direction. Just as they made it few steps in, the unmistakable sound of yet another gun shot was heard. As if on cue, Yoona felt her older sister’s grip loosened. When she turned around to see what happened, a horrid sight greeted her. A red bullet hole was embedded right in between her sister’s forehead. 

“No! UNNIE!” The girl screamed for the tenth time as her older sister’s form dropped dead on the ground. The expressions on the dead women’s face was horrifying and mentally scarring to Yoona’s mind. She tried to shake her sister awake, begging and crying for her to wake up. But, nothing moved. 

“No, no, no! Unnie! Wake up Unnie! You can’t leave me!” Yoona begged, tears staining her cheeks as another round of gunshots were heard just few spaces away from her. No matter how much Yoona shook the dead corpse, her sister wouldn’t wake up. 

“Unni...” she cried, a tight lump forming in her chest.  

She looked up at the destructive party hall. There were dead bodies everywhere. Some of them shot to death and some of them crushed underneath the caving ceiling due to the explosions. What is going on with her day? Why is her family being targeted? 

She sat there, clutching onto her sister’s dead corpse, as her eyes managed to locate her parents, already dead and crushed under the destroyed ceiling. Her heart filled up with pain as she wailed loudly at her dead family and at her dead love. 

Suddenly, a creak was heard and the ceiling above her, caved in on her. With no will power to move, she just sat there and let it crush her. That was the last thing she remembered before blacking out. 

                                                     **********

When she did open her eyes again, she found herself in her Uncle Sung woo’s arms as the building infront of her exploded into a giant mushroom of fire and smoke.  

Her uncle hugged her as her brain tried to piece together the time gap. Her dress was now torn from all sides, and there was a large gash on her right arm that she doesn’t remember getting. 

“I’m sorry, Yoona. They’re all dead. They are all dead!” He cried, clutching her as his face filled up with pain and tears. 

The teenager just stood there in his arms like a dead corpse. The lake-side house erupting into flames infront of her made her body go limp. Her family was gone. Her whole family was gone. Just like that. 

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. 

“T-the boys... w-what about the b-boys, uncle? Where are they?” She asked him in desperation. 

Please let them be alive. Please be alive. 

But they weren’t. Her uncle’s grim expression and a shake of his head confirmed it. 

Everyone that she ever loved or knew was dead. Gone and poofed away into that firey smoke. 

And for the second time that night, her vision blacked out. 

[lovemesomesurveys]

THE BASICS

Name: Stephanie. Gender: Female. Age: 31. Birthday: July 28th.

Race: Caucasian, Mexican, Filipino. School/Grade: I’m done with school. Job: Unemployed. Status: Single. Hometown: Somewhere in California. Current Town: Same place. Parents Still Together?: Yes. Siblings Two brothers. Pets: One doggo named Princess Leia.  Smoker: Nope. Drinker: Nope. Virgin: Yes. Orientation: Straight.

APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Naturally dark brown. Is It Dyed?: I’ve been dyeing it red the past 5 years. I’m way overdue now, though, so a lot of my natural hair color is showing. Eye Color: Brown. Height: Like 5′4. Style: Super casual. Glasses/Contacts/None?: Glasses. Freckles: Yes. Body Type: Thin. Shoe Size: 6 in US women’s.  Piercings: Just my earlobes.  Want More?: Nah. Tattoos?: No. Want More?: -- Braces?: No. Overall Best Feature: Nothing. Overall Worst Feature: Everything. Do you get most of your traits from mom or dad?: I’m told I look like my mom, but I do have distinct features of my dad’s. 

LIKES/DISLIKES

Favorite Color: Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, yellow. Worst Color: Brown. Favorite Number: 8. Favorite Animal: Doggos and giraffes. Least Favorite Animal: I’m terrified of killer whales. Favorite Flower: I don’t really have one. Favorite Food: Boneless wings, chicken tenders, ramen, pasta, eggs, turkey or bologna sandwiches, pizza. Worst Food: Seafood. Favorite Junk Food: Chips and dip. Worst Junk Food: Uhh. Favorite Restaraunt: Wingstop. Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Strawberry, mint chocolate chip, birthday cake. Favorite Candy: White chocolate. Favorite Alcoholic Drink: None. Favorite NON Alcoholic Drink: Coffee, Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink, Coke, Cherry Coke, Wild Cherry Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Mountain Dew, Chocolate and strawberry Yoo-Hoo. Worst Alcoholic Drink: All of ‘em. Worst NON Alcoholic Drink: I’m not a fan of sparkling water or Ginger Ale. Favorite Genre of Music: I like variety. Worst Genre: Hmm. Favorite Band/Artist: I have several. Worst Band/Artist: Uhh. Favorite Song: I have many. Worst Song: There’s a lot I don’t like as well. Favorite Radio Station: I dont listen to the radio anymore. Favorite Book: I couldn’t possibly choose just one. Worst Book: Fifty Shades of Gray series. :X Favorite Type of Movie: I like variety. Worst Type of Movie I don’t find ones like Step Brothers, The Hangover, Pineapple Express, etc funny or entertaining.  Favorite Movie: I have many. Worst Movie Ever: Ones where I feel confused or unsatisfied with the ending, like too much was left unanswered.  Favorite TV Show: I have many. Wost TV Show?: I don’t get the appeal of ones like The Big Bang Theory or 2 Broke Girls. Newer sitcoms seem to be getting worse. Favorite Season of the Year: Fall and winter. Worst Season: S u m m e r. Best Friend: My mom. Worst Enemy: Myself. Favorite Day of the Week: I don’t have one; my days all loop together. Least Favorite Day of the Week: Okay, I do have a least favorite, which is Thursday, because I have a weekly doctor appointment that day. Especially now because things are going well, so that day just really sucks. Favorite Sport: None. Sport You Hate: Not a fan of any sport. One thing you cant get enough of: Sleep. One thing you hate more than anything: My current situation.

LOVE LIFE

Are You Single?: Very. If not, who is your bf/gf?: -- How Long Have You Been Together?: -- Do You Have a Crush On Anyone Right Now?: Nope. First Kiss: My boyfriend at the time, Derek. Ever Kiss in the Rain?: No. In a Movie Theater?: No. Underwater?: No. First Love: Joseph. Have you ever Cheated on Anyone?: No. Been Cheated on?: No. Used Someone?: Yes. :/ Been used?: Yes. Lied to your bf/gf?: Yes. Ever Made out With Just a Friend?: Yes. Do you Flirt a Lot?: No, definitely not. Longest Relationship: Joseph and I’s 3 year thing we had. Shortest: A few months. Have you Ever Gotten a Poem?: Yes. Ever Get Flowers?: Not from a significant other or romantic interest, no. Do you Believe in Love at First Sight?: No. Do you Believe in "The One"?: I thought I found him, but I guess not. Do you Fall in Love Fast?: I did fall fast. It’s been a few years now since I’ve been interested in or had feelings like that or someone and I wonder if I’d still be like that or not. Ever cried over someone of the opposite sex?: Too many times. Ever Been Dumped?: Yes. Ever dumped someone?: Yes. Ever been rejected?: Yes. Ever dated someone more than once?: Yes. Do you ever make the first move? I’m not one to make the first move. Double dates or single?: Double dates can be fun now and then as well. Do you want to get married?: No. Hair Color: My preference for a guy’s hair color? I don’t care. Short or long?: Short. Eye color?: I don’t care. Style: Jeans and tee are fine with me. Oh, and plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled up. Age: Around my age, but not younger. Height: Well, just about everyone is taller than me. Muscular or skinny?: Some muscle. Boxers or Breifs?: I don’t really care. Do you care about looks?: I can’t say I don’t at all, but there’s a lot more to it than that.

OTHER QUESTIONS

Can you drive?: Nope. Do you have a car?: No, cause I don’t drive. Do you have a cell phone?: Yes. Are you online a lot?: Yeppp. Can you speak another language?: Not fluently, but some Spanish. Do you do well in school?: I did, yeah. Do you collect anything?: Giraffe stuffed animals and knickknacks. Have an obsession?: Coffee? Do you hate yourself?: :/ Ever smile for no reason?: There’s generally a reason.  Talk to yourself?: I think out loud. Do you have any regrets?: Yeah, a few. :/ Believe in magick?: No. Sex before marriage?: Do what you what you feel comfortable with. Do you trust people easily?: No. Forgive easily?: Yes. Too easily sometimes. Do you have a secret no one knows?: Maybe. Do you get along with your parents?: Yes. My mom and I, especially. She’s my best friend. What about other people?: Yeah. How do you vent your anger?: Cry, ramble in a survey or on Twitter to the void. Goal Before you die?: Hopefully get my shit together and make something of my life. Biggest Fear: Losing my loved ones, getting worse health wise, never getting my shit together and making something of my life... Beggest Weakness: I’ve just become so weak in every way these past few years. Do you play an instrument?: No. What do you want to be when you grow up?: I am “grown up” and still have no idea.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Are you...

A daydreamer? Shy? Talkative? Energetic? Happy? Depressed? Funny? Boring? Mean? Nice? Caring? Trustworthy? Confident? Friendly? Smart? Sarcastic? Dependable? Quiet? Weird? Strong (emotionally)? Strong (physically)? Mature? Logical? Religious? Indesicive? Sympathetic? Polite? Creative? Fun to be around? Loveable? Easily Amused? Outgoing? Daring? Clumsy? Nosy? Lazy? Scary? Optimistic? Persuasive? A good listener? Curious? Determined? Artistic? Honest? Respectful? Concieted? Cocky? Controlling? Playful? Hot Headed? Serious? Thoughtful? Considerate? Stubborn? Romantic? Ambitious? Jealous? Insecure? Obsessive? Attentive? Helpful? Punctual? Sincere? Tolerant?

GOODBYE

Did you enjoy this survey?: It was okay. Was it too long? Nah. Do you think it contained just about everything? Sure.

[itspdameronthings]

Colour asks: ALLLL the colours!!! <3

Red: it's a light red tee that is baggy. So soft

Orange:I love my eye color,but If i were want to change it. Would be the same kind of that matches Garrett hedlund. 💚

Yellow: oscar isaac. He is a great actor. He should have been nominated for inside of llewellyn Davis, and the promise.

Green: love lots of flowers,but I have to say roses

Blue: love the cool weather. Not too hot or too cold.

Purple: poem called best friend by bill hoeneveld made me think of so many friends I have made through the years. Cant pick just one.

Magenta: I keep my nails short. Since I break them all the time.

Turquoise: seahorses

Fushia: horses

Cyan: I'm very spiritual

Sea green: for the life of me. I cant cant fold a fitted sheet. If I were to lay it on the floor so I can fold it.

Violet: no

Amber: wallpaper of oscar isaac and Garrett hedlund. Duh! 💚💚

Aqua: yes! Love thrifting. Especially clothes.

Pink: dark brown.

Beige:yes, three cats. Shadow, milo and lily.

Black: I would try to go vegan

Coral: too many to think of

Grey: one,but I were to learn another language? Would be Spanish.

Maroon: I don't care for brands. As long as it is comfortable.

Rose: love sweet and musky scents on a person

Charcoal: went camping once when I was a teen.

Claret: no,but I would love to learn to play a guitar💚💚( inspired by my favorite actors)

Copper: love silver jewelry

Cream: have my ears pierced. No tats.

Salmon: have too many shades!

Ebony: would love to be on the new version of name that tune.

Indigo: never lived on a farm. Love the living in a small town.

Emerald: I would love to live in Italy.

Lavender: single.

Erin: best subject in school was English

Mauve: no unpopular opinions

Fulvous: cant think of a name right now

Coconut: learn about gardening

Frost: music

Porcelain: used to love watching the golden girls. Seen it so many times. Got tired if it.

Fawn: interesting family story is how both of my parents didn't not know how to cook when they got married. My dad knew,but not to well.

Gold: used to wear mismatched socks when I was a teen.

Honey: I believe there is magic. It is all around us. You just cant see it

Rust: art of music and writing. Just starting to write. I love it.

Ginger: no side burns

Cherry: too many to remember. Watch lots of youtube when I can

Wine: dont have a type

Mahogany: taurus earth

Blood: queen bed

Hot pink: love pink!

Plum: never tried sushi. Never will

Lilac: cats

Amethyst: collect books. Used to collect music CDs. Now they are on my computer.

Mulberry: headphones

Azure: love Jean jackets

Teal: yeah I work in the retail industry

Denim: kill it ! Stomp it smooch it!

Sapphire: I seem to think I can sing pretty good.

Mint: mint.

Pecan: from whom the bell rolls by Metallica. ( I swear)

Penny: icecream

Ash haven't worn make up in a long time. Dont know what shades looks good on me.

Jade: just starting to write fanfiction. Check out my page. And the Wednesday writing challenge hosted by my buddy@autumnleaves1991-blog.

Grape: over a hundred.

Umber: no I brush my teeth after I eat

Chestnut: Samsung Galaxy from tracfone.

Prussian blue: cheetos!

Aquamarine: pool!

Brass: ketchup

Mustard: no sugar in my tea

Silver: never broken a bone

Rose quartz: necklace

Onyx: haven't played minecraft in years

Burgundy: never rode a motorcycle.

Scarlet: Christmas

Apricot: dont like 3 in one. Might damage my colored hair

Platinum : dont follow politics. Too much drama

Magnolia: my Instagram handle is paigesoutherndiva.

[officersnickers]

17 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼, 17 𝓟𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮

Thank you so much for tagging me, @bluelric and @shot-tothestars!

𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷!

𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼: In real life Ina or Catha, but on the World Wide Web I still search for a cute nickname ^^

𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬: A proud capricorn! I don’t really believe in Zodiac Signs, but boy, most of the attributes match me very well :D And I’m lucky enough to share my zodiac with my best boy Ray, so I can’t complain ^^

𝓗𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽: Around 163 cm, but it seems I’ve gotten smaller over time... help, I’m way too young to shrink XD

𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓭: Actually, how to make these nice fonts in Tumblr ^^ But also a sports website and my fanfiction archive. Weird combination strikes again

𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭: A fantastic mashup of “Let it Go” and “Show Yourself”, and this since weeks! It’s just so magic! 

𝓝𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼: While writing this 80. Honestly, I never thought I’d reached that much for almost doing nothing with my blog ^^ Maybe I will do something special after hitting the 100?

𝓐𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹: Normally around six to eight hours; because of health problems it’s significant less the last weeks, but I will carry on!

𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓷𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻: 27! But I like every number with 7 in it ^^

𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓳𝓸𝓫: Hmm, hard question. I really like being a nursery school teacher, but maybe they are still other things I could try too? I don’t know, to be honest

𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: A black T-shirt with Pikachus all over it, dark red sweatpants with soft pink dots, mint green socks and yeah, some underwear. But this keeps secret ;)

𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰: It’s obvious, isn’t it? I’m kinda semi famous because of all the random ear worms people getting when they visit my page and all they see my favoutite line from Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men ^^ I have a bunch of other songs I love with my whole being, but this especially is encraved into my heart.

𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽: Ehhh... Violins? To be honest, I don’t know much about instruments, but violins always bear this kinda nostalgic, sad sound for me

𝓐𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬: Warm colours, especially Red in all it’s shades! I also like cute patterns and designs as well as delicate lines and softer colours

𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻: Another tricky question. First of all, Cornelia Funke, a fantastic german author. Markus Zusak’s books make me cry like a little baby every time I open them, and Neil Gaiman’s way of writing fantasy is just superb. Again, this is just a short list, I can’t really decide who I like the most ^^’

And for manga authors it’s definitly Hiromu Arakawa! Creating such a wholesome series like Fullmetal Alchemist means your way of writing is just as awesome as “normal” authors would be clarified. But Kaiu Shirai is almost on the top, too ;)

𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓮: Snickers and animals... not the best combination. But! I’m in love with the sound of horse hooves on various undergrounds! It’s such a calming sound, and it’s wonderful when the horse can walk free and in it’s own tempo. Maybe that’s why I can’t stop playing Breath of the Wild? I’m riding 24/7 in this game, maybe it’s because of the sound of the hooves?

𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶: Hmm, I don’t quite know what you guys would like to hear? Well, I’m planning several fanfictions in my head since years, and if I could find my motivation to actually write them, I would be a way more happier person ^^ But I also fear of losing touch with the story after writing them, like I did with the ones I published. I’m feeling like a mother wanting to let go of her children but also being afraid of losing them on their way. Weird, right?

Okay, that’s from me! This was a lot of fun, and whoever wants to try it, feel free to use this nice ask!

Let’s see who I gonna tag... hmmm...

@minigrem, @puff-poff, @loredarkstar

I choose you!

Yeah, I’m sorry, I don’t know this many people around here ^^’ 

[birbleafs]

[fic] An Interlude Between Friends

Series: Artemis Fowl Rating: G Genre: Friendship & Humour, Post-series Character(s): Holly Short, Artemis Fowl II, Foaly Warnings: Feels, probably. Mentions of past (major) character death Summary: One cursory glance from the report scrolling across her visor screen and she’d already caught on that this was less a scouting mission and more Friendly Intervention, A.K.A. Maybe Get Whatever’s Gnawing At You Off Your Mind With A Friend. Or, in which Holly Short comes to terms with the changes in her life but remains grateful for the little constants—one being her friendship with a certain Artemis Fowl.

A/N: For indefiniteimpala, as part of the AF Yuletide Exchange 2019. Happy holidays! I had a lot of fun writing about Holly and Arty again and hope you'll enjoy this story :) This fic is set post-TLG, without taking into account the events in The Fowl Twins as I started drafting ideas before the new book was released (so no spoilers for TFT). Many thanks to Digi-bro for the last-minute beta work ♥

Fic can also be read on AO3 _______

She could hardly hold back her laughter as he recounted the incident where, out of his love for his darling mother and against his better judgement, he had offered and participated, several weeks ago, in an amateur bake-off organized by Angeline Fowl and her colleagues as part of the Trinity College fundraising event for Dublin’s homeless.

Needless to say, it had been Artemis Fowl the Second’s most excruciatingly embarrassing attempt (and subsequent failure) at making cherry soufflé. “Couldn’t you have gone with the chocolate cake instead?” Holly grinned, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. “First of all, it’s not simply a chocolate cake,” Artemis said, brows creased as though offended by such blasé abasement of a world-renowned delicacy. “Sachertorte is a Viennese speciality, with an illustrious history as the centrepiece of a long-simmering feud between Hotel Sacher and Café Demel that spanned two whole centuries. And second, despite the clean simplicity of its look and flavour, it is far more tedious to bake than your classic soufflé.” Holly groaned, her grin quickly morphing into a wince. “Spare me the sordid details, Arty. Does it matter anyway? You make working the kitchens seem like an extreme sport, exploding sandwiches and all.”

This time it was Artemis’s turn to grimace, her words hearkening back to yet another old, embarrassing memory. Still, he had the grace to accept the jibe, conceding defeat. “Touché.” They sat, side by side, in the shade of a towering oak overlooking the remnants of the Martello tower and where the old Berserker Gate once stood. Clusters of orange roses bobbed between blades of green, the summer breeze a gentle ripple through the meadows. Holly closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun over her skin and the scent of the fairy roses wafting all around them. As much as she loved her home and friends back in the Lower Elements, there was always a bone-achingly deep sense of yearning that she shared with all fairies for the world above. She would always miss the unbridled joy and freedom she’d bask in whenever she soared through the endless skies, taking in the view of the lands before her, watching the sun slowly inch its way back into its woodland nest of aspen and silver birches that lined the horizon while the skies rippled from shades of burnished gold and vermilion into a deep, velvet indigo canvas where the stars would flicker, one by one, a scattering of candlelight in the night. The two friends—human and fairy—had taken to spending what little time they had together like this, whenever Artemis wasn’t traipsing halfway across the globe for weeks on end as a guest speaker for various academic conferences, or whenever Holly could spare a few days or hours off, depending on her schedule and on Commander Kelp’s fluctuating moods. Or in this case, depending on a certain centaur’s propensity for sticking his nose into other people’s business. Holly frowned. Truth be told, ever since she’d finally (albeit with a little half-hearted reluctance) accepted her promotion to Wing Commander of Recon Special Ops, she had, quite surprisingly, been in a dour mood, short on patience, and even sharper with her tongue. Foaly was used to her smart comebacks, of course, and usually he enjoyed trading witty jibes with the elf. But even he had found her words to be a touch more churlish than usual. And that was saying a lot coming from the centaur, whose hide was as thick as it gets. Holly knew Foaly was concerned, as any decent friend would be, and had tried to nudge her into talking about whatever it was bothering her, to no avail. What she didn’t realize was how far he’d been willing to go to get her to talk—if not to him, then at least to someone, even if that someone was a young Irishman waiting leagues above Haven. “‘Sightings of the extra-terrestrial inhuman kind’? I can’t believe you of all people would pull a stunt like this behind Trouble’s back,” Holly had muttered when she arrived at E1, easing her pod into the docking station. One cursory glance from the report scrolling across her visor screen and she’d already caught on that this was less a scouting mission and more Friendly Intervention, A.K.A. Maybe Get Whatever’s Gnawing At You Off Your Mind With A Friend. “I didn’t go behind the Commander’s back,” Foaly’s protest crackled over her comm speakers. “He agreed that you needed a time-out. But with your promotion to Wing Commander, and as a friend, he didn’t want to impose a forced leave upon you. I just convinced him that a tiny bluff was probably easier and way more efficient.” Holly only snorted, a flare of irritation rising from her gut. She held her tongue, however, not trusting herself from vocalizing a scathing remark. As if he had sensed her indignation through the static, Foaly gave an apologetic cough and said, “Listen Holly, I’m worried about you, all right? This probably isn’t the best way and I’m sorry for the bluff. But whatever’s been bothering you... You can’t keep it bottled up like this. Besides, it’s been a while since you two met. So, try to make the most of it, yeah?” The centaur gave a short, breathy chuckle, to lighten the mood. “Even newly minted Commanders need to gambol about in strawberry fields sometimes. I heard that in a Mud Man song once—or maybe it was by that gnome and dwarf act, Dung Beetles? Huh, I’m always mixing up the two.” And so here she was, sitting beside Artemis Fowl, ex-criminal virtuoso and now friend of the People, listening and laughing together with the young man as he recounted stories of his latest misadventures of the non-magical kind and with hardly any actual thievery involved. Holly hated to admit it, but even a few moments spent with Artemis like this, away from the cacophony of city life in Haven, from the growing weight of all these new responsibilities, expectations—fears, uncertainties, disappointments —it was strangely comforting. She found some solace in his company and was grateful for it, but... She sighed, hunching forward. Despite her best attempts, she couldn’t stave off her earlier sullen mood from creeping through the brief respite. The sudden shift of moods between them hardly went unnoticed by Artemis, of course. She was all too familiar with how attuned he was to the slight changes in her body language. “Something on your mind, Commander?” Artemis ventured, his voice still light with teasing. Holly flinched visibly at his use of her newly conferred title as though he’d thrown a stifling cloak over her. An uncomfortable knot twisted in her gut. “This feels wrong,” she said abruptly, feeling the pinpricks of unshed tears sting the corners of her eyes. Artemis turned towards her, a flicker of puzzlement and concern crossing his features. Still, there was something in his gaze that suggested he was already making a calculated guess about the nature of her sudden distress. But he only leaned closer, nudging his shoulder gently against hers, even as Holly kept her arms wrapped around her chest as if to shield herself from opening up. From giving voice to the dull ache of grief and loss—fears, expectations, disappointments—she had carefully kept tucked away in the background amidst all the congratulatory wishes she’d received when her promotion had been officially announced internally to the rest of LEP. “What feels wrong?” Artemis asked. He paused, uncertain at first if she’d allow the contact, then gingerly reached for her right hand with his left to lace their fingers together. “All of it,” Holly sighed in frustration. She unconsciously tightened her grip around his fingers. The warmth of his touch was consoling and seemed to soothe something within her; she felt her vulnerabilities gradually surfacing as she spoke. “I know what this promotion means to the People, and it’s an achievement to know that I’ve worked through so many hardships just to come this far. I know it, I really do! But even so... There’s a part of me that almost can’t do it. It feels almost wrong to be a new Commander. To be standing where Julius and Vinyáya once did. To replace Julius.” “Technically, it’s less a replacement since you’re assuming command of a number of squadrons and thus continue to serve the People with your skills and experience,” Artemis began, before he caught himself. “But I digress. This isn’t the time for semantics. Especially since in hindsight, you had very obviously meant it in spirit.” Holly scowled, but she couldn’t stop a tiny smile from ghosting her lips. “Artemis, you’re my best friend and I love you, but you’re incorrigibly bad at cheering people up sometimes.” “That I am, and for that, my sincerest apologies.” Here, the young man attempted a contrite grin, even as his blue eyes softened with a touch of fondness. A rare sight indeed for Artemis Fowl, reserved wholly for those dearest to him, but one that never failed to draw a soft chuckle from the elf. “Look, Holly. You’re not replacing Julius,” Artemis continued, squeezing Holly’s fingers again in reassurance. “No one can replace Julius, much like no one can replace you. And I’m not going to drown you with platitudes—I’m sure you’ve already heard more than enough in the last couple of days. But I will say this: Julius would be immensely proud of you, as much as any of us here today. You know this, and I daresay there isn’t anyone else as qualified as you to carry on his legacy and all that he stood for.” Holly found herself matching his grin with a smile of her own at his words, the dull ache of sorrow and anxiety within her lessening. She squeezed Artemis’s fingers back, and was reminded again how much she appreciated their continued companionship over the years. And not for the first time in many years, she wondered what her life would have been like if she hadn’t known him, and Butler and Juliet. (She imagined it might have been quieter, simpler no doubt, but she was a maverick adventurer at heart and knew the boring life wouldn’t suit her anyway.) Holly chuckled softly, her mismatched eyes—one hazel, one blue—gleaming with warmth now. “Maybe you aren’t too bad at this cheering up business.” This time, it was Artemis’s turn to laugh. He inclined his head and gave her a polite nod, accepting the compliment with as much humility as his natural inclination towards smug victory would allow. “I learned from the best.” “My word, and flattery now too?” Holly was smirking now. “If I didn’t know any better, I might suspect the mastermind Artemis Fowl has been replaced with a clone. Oh right, that had been your own idea too. What do we call you now, Artemis Fowl the Second Version 2.0? Artemis Fowl Squared?” A somewhat pained and mortified expression crossed Artemis’s features, before he let out a long-suffering sigh. “Please don’t call me Artemis Fowl Squared,” he protested weakly, fingers massaging his temples. “That joke is wholly pun-based, and is neither mathematically nor biologically correct since a clone is never 100% percent an exact copy.” But his chagrin was fleeting, and he was soon laughing again with her as he conceded defeat to the same elf twice in the span of less than an hour. Then again, Holly had always been the reigning champion of their friendly verbal banters. They sat in a comfortable silence for several moments, watching the clouds drift lazily above them, listening to the thrill of birdsong in the distant woodland. “Thanks, Arty,” Holly said at length, her voice soft and grateful. “For reminding me of what Julius would do. You’ll be there at the ceremony, won’t you? You, Butler and Juliet?” “Of course. That’s the reason why you’re here today, right? To invite us to the promotion ceremony.” Holly grinned and punched his shoulder playfully. “Don’t act all innocent. You’ve probably known all about my promotion long before today and that’s how Foaly roped you into this cheering up business and what-not. Rascals, both of you.” “You have to admit, it wasn’t too bad a plan. And it worked. Besides, we hardly get to see each other—I’m almost inclined to think that either the universe has been conspiring to keep us from spending a little time together, or that you’ve secretly been avoiding me.” Artemis’s brows were arched as though scandalized by either suggestion, even as his eyes remained bright with mirth, and Holly continued to chuckle. Then his gaze softened, lips curved into a smile as he allowed himself a moment of heartfelt sincerity. “I’ve missed you, Holly. It’s good to be with you like this again.” “Me too, Artemis.” It wasn’t long before they spotted the approaching figures crossing the meadows from the direction of the manor. Butler was leading the small group, a huge wicker basket—filled with a selection of cheese and canapés, and a bottle of Jean François Ganevat Vin Jaune—in one hand, and a picnic blanket draped over the other. Juliet trailed several paces behind him, with one of the twins, Beckett Fowl, dangling from her shoulders like an energetic spider monkey. And marching stiffly with his pale fingers gripped around Juliet’s left hand was Myles Fowl, his eyes bright and piercing behind his round spectacles. “I’ll go help Butler with the picnic blanket.” Artemis stood up, brushing grass and fallen petals from his trousers. “Be right back.” Holly watched his retreating back as Artemis walked down the grassy knoll towards his family. And it struck her then just how much her friend had grown and changed (even in a cloned body) over the last two years: his frame still angular but less gangly and more lithe; his posture relaxed, almost unguarded and amiable at times. Growth and change... For the barest of moments, in the sudden gust of wind around her, Holly thought she could almost hear the ghostly whispers of Julius Root from memories past— “This promotion is not for you; it’s for the People.” “If it makes any difference, I’m proud of you, Holly.” “... Be well.” —And she smiled then, exhaling softly as she rose to her feet. “Arty, wait.” Artemis paused, glancing back at her with a puzzled look as Holly jogged up to his side and reached for his hand. “I’ll come with you.” —End—

[hyun-jinss]

Hyunjin - Sunshine in the rain.

✾ Genre: Strangers to lovers!AU {fluff!!! kind of inspired by The Rose’s I don’t know you}.

✾ Word count: 2.1k

✾ Pairing: Hyunjin x gender neutral reader.

Hyunjin first saw you on a bus he randomly got on because it was pouring outside.

Although the weather was gloomy due to the rain, he felt like you were surrounded by sunshine.

You were seated on the left next to the window reading a book, wearing a plain sweater and jeans and had left your hair in its natural state.

Yet you were the most stunning person he had ever laid his eyes on?!

He was lost in your beauty and didn’t realize he was staring until your eyes met and you smiled making his blood rush to his ears and cheeks (*≧∀≦)ゞ

You had that weird feeling of someone staring at you, so you looked up and saw a very handsome boy looking into your direction.

Even though his hair was wet and sticking to his forehead and his cheeks were flushed because he had been running in the rain for a while.

He still managed to look good?!!

So you smiled at him to ease the awkwardness and returned to reading your book.

And he distracted himself by looking for an empty seat but all of them were getting filled by the people who were getting on because of the sudden rain.

Hyunjin gave up and decided to just suck it up and stand for god knows how long but,, you felt bad and scooted over, smiling at him.

He hesitated for a second but then took a seat because he was not ready to stand, and he justified it with the thought that it would be rude to decline your offer.

You gave him one last smile before returning to your book.

“Not to spoil anything, but that’s a really good book,” he said after a moment.

“This is actually my second time reading it because I like it so much!!”

You looked up at him and replied, and your conversation kind of carried on as you two started talking about the book.

After a while you noticed that you were already at your stop and as much as you were enjoying the conversation, you had to get off the bus.

“Hey,, I have to get off at this stop but I work at the milkshake place at the end of the street so you can come along if you want? Or you could visit anytime? We serve great milkshakes!!” you said before pressing the button and getting off the bus.

Before Hyunjin could process anything that was happening, you had already gotten off the bus.

And he was already missing you!! he was curious about you and wanted to get to know you more.

Hyunjin regretted not getting off and going after you because how was he supposed to find you?? he didn’t even know your name!! (;_;)

So the next day, hoping to see you again, Hyunjin got on the same bus at the same time, but sadly you weren’t there (;__;)

He did this for a few days and as creepy as it sounded, he even carried a book with him that he thought you might like,, but Hyunjin swore that he had good intentions!!1!!!!1 ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง

One day, Hyunjin decided to actually visit the milkshake place that you mentioned instead of cowardly getting on a bus that doesn’t even take him home.

So he walked until what felt like ‘at the end of the street’ as you said and there it was!! the milkshake place!!

It was a small place at the corner of the street, but it was very hard to miss due to the pink and mint green neon signs that decorated the place.

Hyunjin took a deep breath before going in, he didn’t even know why he was so damn nervous!!

The bells hung on the door chimed as Hyunjin entered, signaling that a new customer has visited.

He took in the sweet scent of vanilla as he looked around the place but,,,, he was actually looking for you :33

“Hello, welcome!!” a familiar voice greeted him. And!! there!!! you!! were!!!

Even though the weather wasn’t as gloomy and dark as the other day, Hyunjin felt that your smile still brightened all his surroundings just like it did on that rainy day.

He took a deep breath and started walking towards you, ‘don’t mess this up, Hyunjin’ was the only thought in his head.

But Hyunjin couldn’t hide the joy he felt, and he smiled widely while greeting you back.

“You actually came!!” you beamed out of excitement.

You were quite surprised to see him.

Part of you thought that you wouldn’t see him again, but there he was!! Standing in front of you at the counter and smiling.

You felt your cheeks heating up and you didn’t even know why he had this effect on you?? you were basically still strangers but here you were happy to see him again?

Happy to see someone you don’t even know well?!!

You noticed that he looked different this time.

His hair was styled, unlike the other day.

However, his cheeks were still tinted a light shade of pink and you weren't sure if it was because of the weather getting hotter or if you had something to do with it.

But you decided to ignore that for now.

“Well you left without even telling me your name so I had to:(( plus!! you said that you serve great milkshakes,” he responded cheerfully.

“Yes!! I promise you our milkshakes won’t disappoint you!! (ง •̀_•́)ง”

Hyunjin placed an order after reading your menu carefully.

He took a seat on one of the stools at the counter as you made his milkshake.

And he followed your movements and admired your features.

The way your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration while mixing the ingredients and the small smile that appeared on your lips when you poured the finished drink into his cup.

And it was at this moment that Hyunjin knew that he had fallen for you uwu

He snapped out of his thoughts when you placed his drink in front of him, “thank you..”

He looked up at you as his voice trailed off.

“Y/N,” you replied to him and he said your name for the first time.

And hearing your name being repeated in his voice felt really nice?!

Not to be dramatic but you think your heart just skipped a beat (*ﾟvﾟ*)

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Hyunjin.”

“Nice to meet you too Hyunjin!”

A few days later, Hyunjin finally built up enough courage to give you the book he had been carrying around for days.

“Oh right!” He exclaimed before he opened his backpack and pulled out a book.

“Thought you might like this, it’s one of my favorites.”

Your heart fluttered at his kind gesture, but you tried to act composed as you took the book and read the title.

“I've heard a lot about it but never had the chance to read it, aren't they making a movie based on it or something?”

“Yes!!! and it’s coming out soon, maybe around next week?”

You looked at the back of the book and started reading the synopsis.

“Sounds very interesting.”

Hyunjin, who has been meaning to ask you out for a while now, decided that this was actually his chance and he shall not miss it!! so he just went for it and hoped for the best!!!

“Would you like to watch it with me next week?”

You weren’t sure if you heard it correctly but you’re also sure that you did??

You felt yourself blushing and your heart was pounding so loudly in your chest that you were sure that Hyunjin heard it at some point (ノ▽〃)

But putting all that aside you still had to respond to the boy in front of you!!

You placed the book on the counter “are you asking me out on a date?”

“If that’s what you want it to be?”

“I’d love to.”

You swear you saw sparkles in his eyes as he smiled brightly.

“Then it’s a date!!”

During the date, you noticed that Hyunjin was a very sweet and soft-hearted person.

Even though he left lots of snarky remarks during the movie about how the novel was much better.

“The flow of the movie is so rushed unlike the novel”

“That character seems completely different than the book”

He still teared up at the end of the movie.

Actually, teared up is an understatement you think.

He balled his eyes out ( ͒˃̩̩⌂˂̩̩ ͒)

And you had to sit through the credits so he could calm down and catch his breath uwu

When you finally left the movie theater and could see him clearly.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his puffy eyes and red nose.

“Didn’t you say something about the movie being bad? If I recall correctly,”

He looked so soft and cute that you couldn’t resist teasing him.

“Fine Y/N, I might’ve gotten a bit emotional.”

He pouted (´•ω•̥`) as he looked at you and you gave him the look™ (;¬_¬).

“Are you sure that was just a bit?? But you know what, it was emotional I’ll give it that,”

“Do you still have time? I would like to treat you to dinner.”

Hyunjin tries to change the subject and stop you from teasing him.

He took you to a noodle restaurant that ‘he has known for a long time’.

And you could tell so by the owners recognizing and greeting him.

Throughout dinner you learned about the other things that Hyunjin enjoyed other than reading books.

And you admired how passionate he seemed about everything he mentioned.

He told you that he was a dancer in the meantime.

But he was actually interested in interior designs and that he liked looking for places with nice interiors.

He even started talking about all of the nice places he knew about that you both could visit next time.

And it actually made you happy to see that he was excited to have future dates with you!!

You also told him many things about yourself.

What you were doing in your life at the moment and what you enjoyed doing in your free time.

And you noticed that Hyunjin was listening intently to everything you were saying.

Your feelings for him started to grow and he was slowly making a special spot for himself in your heart.

Hyunjin /finally/ asked you out properly on your third date together.

And you were very!! happy and glad that he did so!!!

So you obviously said yes!!

His lips curled up and he flashed a bright smile, showing his precious dimples(*＾ワ＾*).

A smile that left your heart overflowing with happiness.

While dating Hyunjin, you started to see more of his playful side, especially around his friends.

You also learned from his friends that he talked in his sleep.

Which you confirmed later on when he slept over at your place after you guys spent the entire night playing video games.

You noticed that Hyunjin shows his affection in different ways depending on his mood.

He always holds you hand and intertwines your fingers when he’s excited about something.

And he gets super clingy when he’s tired.

Hyunjin’s kisses are the sweetest thing you’ve ever experienced.

He kisses you in a very soft and delicate way that’s so comforting that you wish he would never let you go.

But when he’s feeling playful, he likes teasing you. A lot.

He plants kisses all over your face and the corner of your lips.

But never goes in for a proper one!! He always pulls away.

And it drives you crazy!!!

So you grab his face and take over, to finally kiss him and it escalates from there.

He holds your waist and draws patterns on your back endearingly.

After one of your dates, while you were waiting for the bus with Hyunjin to go to your part time job.

You sat on the bench; your fingers still intertwined as you shared headphones to listen to one of your favorite artists.

“You know,” Hyunjin started and you looked at him curiously.

“After the day I met you, I got on this bus a few times, hoping to meet you because I was too shy to show up at your workplace,” he continued sheepishly, too embarrassed to look at you.

“I wanted to do the same,” you confessed.

“But after telling you where I work, I thought that you not coming meant that you didn’t want to see me again. I was really glad to see you again you know,” you smiled and held his hand tighter.

He finally looked up and you noticed a slight blush spreading on his cheeks (๑•́ω •̀๑).

Hyunjin leaned in and kissed your cheek softly.

“I’m really happy I got on this bus that rainy day.”

[ginmayo]

Tag game

Tagged by: @call-me-ala , @derekstile , @penseesduncookie  and @zajeliminazwy (thank you and sorry it took so long, you all probably forgot about it already)  

Rules: Once you’ve answered everything, tag 10 people who want to know better.

Name/Alias: Gin (alias)

Hair colour: brown

Zodiac sign: cancer

Height: 163 cm

Hobbies: drawing, reading (nowadays mostly comics), writing (mostly to get a new comic project starting, like a layout or setting of an atmosphere) enjoying the arts and relaxing

Favorite colour: shades of green-blue (leaning more to green, like jade or mint green or green marble tones)

Favorite book: if this is about books with mainly written words: City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers. To be honest, I used to devour so much (written) books back in the days but now I rarely do, if at all. I can’t even remember what time I read the last one…(I think it was the series Chronicles of Amber by Roger Zelazny. I picked one part up on a give-away book shelf in a library because I liked its retro cover…and was very pleasantly surprised! The series is a fantasy classic, apparently..but with such an interesting world setting I’ve never encountered twice, and I read a lot of fantasy). If we’re talking about comic books: I like the graphic novels of Gipi a lot (especially the collection of short stories Esterno Notte). And don’t get me started about web-comics, I’d make a long list…(my fingers are itching but those aren’t defined as books now, aren’t they?)

Last song I listened to: (Can’t remember that song that played on the jukebox for the life of me, so here’s the song I last listened at home before going out:) Judas Priest-You’ve Got Another Thing Coming 

Last film I watched: The Revenant (the one good ol’ DiCaprio finally got his Oscar for..;-))

Things I love: drawing, being creative and delve deeply into projects/creative work, discovering a good/interesting new read/art/information, deepness/when there’s elaborate thought behind something, analogies as stylistic device, being with people that you could watch the lamest show ever with and still have a blast (talking about people you just click with, love and enjoy the presence of and vice versa), the sound of a thunder storm or rain while lying in bed comfy and cozy, getting lost with your eyes in a starry night sky (especially on summer nights, with the sound of crickets and a breeze), overcoming my fears/myself and getting rewarded for it, relaxing, good/deep talks, salty snacks

What brings me pleasure: see above 

Meaning by my URL: gin - like the beverage, and mayo – like mayonnaise, it’s an actual component of a dish I once ordered at a restaurant.  

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[bellatrixobsessed1]

Of Farms Fairs And Fame (Part 18)

It was both strange and thrilling to hear her music on the radio. Her own voice cutting through the static. She wasn’t quite sure how she felt about it. For as much as she loved singing, she didn’t know that she liked hearing the sound of her own voice. Not coming from a radio anyhow.  Especially, knowing that it would end with hearing herself choke up. She supposed that it was something that she was just going to have to get used to. Ideally it would be happening more often.

Iroh offered to her, a kind smile. “Congratulations, niece. Your mother would have it, she always did like that kinda song”

“She did?”

Iroh nodded. “She was a musical woman ‘erself.”

“You sing like her.” Ozai cut in. “Almos’ exactly like her.”

Azula swallowed and nodded, not know quite how to take the news. She made herself comfy near the window. Sokka and Katara would be there soon and hopefully Mai and TyLee in tow. As she had hoped, the lot of them would be decorating the house together. It was so large she couldn’t see it getting done without a few extra hands.

Sokka and Katara lived the closest to her, so it came as a surprise when TyLee rang the door first. It was a struggle for her  to do so with the crutches in the way, but she leaned in to give Azula an awkwardly angled hug. “I heard yer song on the radio!” She gushed. “It’s so purtty ‘n sad but breathtaking ‘n lovely at the same time.”

“Thank you, Ty.” Azula helped the girl into a chair. “Window’s fine, right?”

TyLee nodded. “I love lookin’ at the snow. Winter’s my favorite.”

“Well, I know that. You’ve only been sayin’ that since we were kids.” Azula paused. “So, how’s yer leg.”

TyLee stared down at it. “Well, my doctor said that it should be healed pretty soon.” And with more glee she added, “Only a few more weeks.”

Her optimism was precious, yet the smile on Azula’s face couldn’t last. She wasn’t one for apologies but one was escaping her lips before she could hold it back. Somehow she felt awful for having achieved her dream after obliterating TyLee’s, accident or not.

“What are you appologizin’ fer?” TyLee asked.

“ You ain’t win because of me.”

“The county fair comes ‘round every year. It was a lil’ crazy with my family hostin’ it anyways.” TyLee shrugged. “‘Sides, Mai told me about a competition that ain’t local that happens in the spring. I’m gonna go fer that.”

“You’ll have to invite me.” Azula smiled. “I promise I won’t ruin it this time.”  

Once again, Azula found TyLee’s arms around her torso. “Of course you can come. I wouldn’t wanna compete without you watchin’.”

She heard the doorbell. Before she could stand, Zuko was at the door.

“They’re jus’ on time fer tea ‘n cookies.” Azula heard Iroh call from in the kitchen. Enthusiasm oozed in his tone, the man had been waiting all year to break out his holiday assortment of teas, which mostly consisted of mint mixes.

.oOo.

Katara was generous enough to drive that time around, in fact, the girl was rather insistent upon it. Their mother’s warning was probably fresh in her mind. Not that he could tell by looking at the light little flurries, but apparently they were in for a blizzard. The forecasters had been calling for it all night.

At the moment, the weather wasn’t too terrible, and the roads were pretty drivable. Kya made the both of them promise that if the roads became particularly icy, that they would just spend the night with Azula’s family. From the looks of it, they wouldn’t have the need. Though no green could be seen beneath a blanket of pure white, the roads were plowed well enough.

Katara hopped out of her car, she had to be the only person in their whole town who didn’t have herself a truck. She made her way to the trunk and pulled out their tin of cookies. Ma’s special winter recipe, the one she had yet to pass down to either of her children.

Sokka knocked on the door. Completely expecting it to be Azula standing there, he threw his arms around the person who answered.

“I’m happy to see you too, Sokka.” Zuko rolled his eyes. “Though I was expectin’ Mai.”

Sokka flushed and rubbed the back of his head. He could hear Katara’s bursting laughter behind him and his face felt that much hotter. “I were expectin’ yer sister.”  

“She’s with TyLee in the livin’ room.” Zuko pointed. “Once Mai gets here we can start on decoratin’.”

“I refuse to hang the lights up.” Azula declared.

“That’s dad’s job anyways.” Zuko shrugged.

Sokka plopped himself down on the sofa next to his...was it safe to call her his girlfriend? “Yer wearin’ my hat!” He smiled.

“Yeah. You know how many folks are questionin’ my fashion choices now?” Azula mumbled, crossing her arms.

Azula was risking her reputation now. It really was true love.

.oOo.

Only thirty or so minutes in and Azula’s hands were already pulsing with cold, hell, that had started probably fifteen minutes in. Her cheeks were probably a decent shade of pink and she was sniffling to top it all off. Regardless, she hug a wreath on the barn door. Across the way, Zuko and Mai--who had arrived well into the decorating process--were lining candy canes along the driveway. Katara and TyLee were taking care of the barn and hanging a few icicle lights were they could reach without the use of a ladder.

Sokka held out a roll of tinsel made to look like ivy and holly. Azula looked upon the perimiter of their fencing and let out a soft groan. Why’d her property have to be so damn large. Walking to all four corners of it and back would be her exercise for the day.

“Ya wanna do the lights or the tinsel?”

Azula elbowed him. “Ain’t you pay attention? I said I ain’t fussin’ with the lights this year.”

He tossed her the tinsel and they worked their way from the upper righthand corner to the left, weaving tinsel and lights into the fence as they went. By the time they had that task finished the wind was beginning to pick up, spitting bursts of snow at them without mercy.

“Suppose we should git on back, ma said it was supposta get bad.” Sokka informed.

Normally she would question the man’s judgment, he wasn’t the best for gauging the weather. But this time, she had a feeling he and his ma were correct. The weather had taken a turn pretty quick.

“Kat ‘n I better git on home ‘for it gets real bad.”

“Uh-uh. Yer stayin’ right here tonight.” She didn’t save the boy from a tornado just to lose him to a different weather phenomenon. “You better not put yer sister in danger like that either.” She thought unfondly of the few times, as children, where Zuko had insisted that they stay at the park a little longer. Which had always ended up being just long enough for them to get caught within a wicked downpour.

“But Ma…”

“Can handle bein’ on her own fer the night.” Katara approached. “‘Sides, she said ta stay here if the weather got bad.”

.oOo.

Wrapped, once again, in the blankets with Azula, Sokka could say why he had put up any protest at all. The girl looked relaxed sitting before the fire with a book in one hand and Iroh’s homemade mint-chocolate tea in the other. Katara had taken it upon herself to let their ma know that they wouldn’t be home that night and that Ozai had showed them to the guest rooms already.

He listened to similar calls from TyLee and Mai respectively. The passing of an hour left them with only firelight for illumination.

“When do y’all reckon they’ll have the power back on?” Sokka asked.

“Last time it took ‘em a good week.” Zuko noted.

Mai hovered by the window, the girl hadn’t left it since they’d gotten inside, making herself into their own personal news anchor who provided life updates; “Yup, still frosty.” or “nope, no changes. No wait! Nope, still snowy.”  Most recently it was, “pretty sure we’re gonna be snowed in.”

“How deep is the snow?” Azula put her book to the side.

“Hmm.” Mai muttered. “I’d say deeper than Jet’s personality but no shallower than Chan’s.”

Azula rolled her eyes. “Thanks fer the update.”

“Anytime.” Mai mumbled, returning her gaze back to the window.

.oOo.

“Oh! If we get snowed in it will be like an extended slumber party. It’s exicitin’ don’t ya think?”  TyLee perked up.

The look on her father’s face at those words...Azula had to stifle a laugh. Her father could handle a night or two with Mai, TyLee, Sokka, and Katara but three would be pushing it. And at the rate the snow was falling, three nights snowed in wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. For herself, Azula wouldn’t mind spending that much more time with her friend, hell, she was even fine with Katara being there. It had been a good long while since they’ve had a sleepover.

“Ya think ma’ll be alright?” Sokka asked.

“A’course she will.” Katara replied. “We have plenty ‘a food left over from the harvest. She ken handle herself.”

But Azula could feel how tense Sokka still was. “It’ll be fine, Sokka.” She murmured, giving his torso a little squeeze.

“Thanks, Azula.”

She rested her head at the crook of his neck. “C’mon, this happens every winter, yer mother made it out okay then, she can do it again.” Sparing Ozai a quick glance and finding that he wasn’t paying attention, she kissed Sokka’s ear. One of these days she was going to have to get the man used to see her kissing Sokka. She’d have to wait until after the blizzard, the poor man would probably have a stress-related heart attack if she added a boyfriend onto their extended sleepover. Not that Ozai hadn’t taken note of how closely she held Sokka, but she’d let him keep his denial for the time being.

She probably wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding it though, begin as  Ozai responded to Iroh’s, “radio says we’re gonna git a few feet tanight.”  With a, “these kids are gonna drive me mad ‘for the snow reaches a foot.”

“Hey, we should all play truth or dare.” TyLee declared.

Ozai’s concern doubled.

“Spin the bottle.” Azula suggested.

Tripled.

“We should all play, got ta bed ‘n leave yer ol’ man alone.” He grumbled.

Zuko laughed. Azula was certain that the remark had even earned a chuckle from Mai, who, otherwise, still hadn’t averted her attention from the window. Frankly it was rather nice to have a break from everything, even if it was because it was too frigid for the world to not come to a standstill. As chilly as it was, Sokka was warm. She nestled closer up to him.

[conoscenze]

annaliese // annaliese & ida.

Finally, after a long, agonizing period of time since I’ve announced her “presence”, I come here and slap on the blog Ida’s full info. Keep in mind that she is a fairly new character, and as such she might be developed differently from what’s written in here as of now---but it’s still a start, so let’s skip pleasantries and just jump into it.

Who’s sister Ida, the nun whom Annaliese looks up to and is basically watched over by most of the time?

1 // basics.

Full name is Ida Baumgartner.

Though she seems to have some vague Dutch ancestry, her family has been located within Germany since generations; this makes her full German.

Like Annaliese, she was born in Thuringia. However, differently from her, she’s from Apolda (located in the Weimarer Land district, which geographically surrounds Erfurt’s territory).

Ida is 37 years old, and has been in the convent since when she was barely 20. She’s ten years older than Annaliese.

Birthday is May 2nd.

Besides being nun by definition, Ida has, with time, taken upon the cloistered life. This means she spends all of her time within the nunnery’s territory, rarely stepping outside of it. She never goes beyond the the forest surrounding the structure, as well.

She occupies herself with studying and copying antique sacred scripts; despite being a rarely practiced (or required) activity since quite some centuries, Ida has always found it rather intriguing and relaxing. Consequently, as the job requires, she has developed excellent and precise skills in graphics (such as layout and copying Gothic fonts freehanded) as well as in figurative arts, more specifically miniatures.

Considering she likes to delight herself by reading old Latin manuscripts from time to time, she is fairly well-versed in the language itself. (Her knowledge of it isn’t academic, however.)

Other pastimes include praying, occasionally helping in the kitchen, and resting. From time to time, she helps with the convent’s small crops.

If asked, she will say she is heterosexual. However, she hasn’t explored that sort of aspect all that much, if at all. Ida is merely disinterested.

A lot of nuns in the convent admire her. She is far from being the oldest and / or the wisest, but her very severe and persevering lifestyle is often found worthy of praise.

She acts humble about this specific deal, but deep down, she’s aiming to become Mother Superior.

2 // personality.

Ida starkly contrasts Annaliese on all fronts. The most evident difference is reflected by her poise: if the latter tends to be overwhelmingly energetic and, to some extent, even immature, Ida in everything and anything reincarnates the stereotype of the cloistered, pious, sapient nun.

Though she seems indifferent and cold, Ida is very obviously a woman with a heart of gold. She hardly ever happens to think anything genuinely hostile in regards of anyone.

That, of course, doesn’t mean she isn’t irritable. In fact, she can be quite grouchy if you approach her during one of her aforementioned activities. Amongst the nunnery often hangs the heavy, stern warning not to disturb her whenever drawing, studying or praying.

Going by this rumor, Ida’s not fun to deal with when she’s furious. It is best not to test her.

Beyond the diamond and steely surface, Ida can sometimes reveal herself to be somewhat shy. A lot of nuns in the convent know her because of her general popularity, but she herself knows less than a third of the women that populate the building. Annaliese is the only girl she can say she really knows, besides a couple of other peers. In her words, approaching new people is “an hassle”---in truth, she is just much too awkward at handling first encounters.

She is a very private person, and dislikes sharing whatever she produces / is doing / thinking with people she doesn’t particularly care about.

Very good at picking up subtle signs and oddities in others’ behavior.

Before becoming a nun, Ida was an arts and psychology student. This explains her aptitude for artistic fields, as well as her good reading on whoever she may encounter. She is far less expertised in the second than she is in the first, though.

Ida is very religious, and strongly holds close to her heart the word of God. She isn’t a fanatic of any kind, but most of her beliefs and values heavily take from the Bible and the New Testament. Yet, here and there, her own faith doesn’t exactly match with that offered by the clergy.

She claims that she doesn’t like wasting her time teaching things she already knows, but it’s painfully obvious to everyone that it is a lie. Else she wouldn’t be so careful and gentle with novices.

Ida has a very good visual memory. Almost any face she encounters, she will remember.

If you wrong her, you need to keep in mind that she is going to be the jury, judge, and executioner of the situation. There is no situation she’s more fearful in, than one in which you perpetrated in her regards something which she deems unacceptable. Ida, paradoxically, never forgives and never forgets---especially if said something is considered absolutely deplorable and inexcusable. In the case in which you are right and she is wrong, all is well. Ida will apologize and that’s the end of it.

Very skeptical in talking about her past life---the one before closure. Not even Annaliese has managed to hear more than snippets of it.

3 // physical.

Ida is no spectacular beauty, even if she does retain some odd characteristics. Her body type is chubby, soft, and curvaceous; her lack of exercise and rich diet are contributing factors to this (not that it is that much of a big deal to begin with).

Chestnut brown hair / mint-shade green eyes, sparse and thin brows, bulbous nose, and fairly thick lips. She looks just about her age, the signs of time beginning to mark, if ever so slightly, her visage.

Her hair is neck length, straight, and often kept into a low bun. Her fringe parts towards the right. Despite being almost always beneath her veil, it always manages to maintain a thick and soft texture. Stray hair are a common occurrence.

A particular sign she retains, which can be only seen without her veil, is that she is missing her left ear’s lobe. Ida is unwilling to disclose the reason behind this, making her past even more mysterious in the eyes of the other nuns.

She’s 149cm tall. (Heavily advised against is making fun of her height.)

Whenever she’s not wearing her religious habit, Ida can be seen with thick, comfortable sweaters and ankle-length skirts. It’s rare for her to don anything body-adherent. Her sense of style is basically a grandma’s.

4 // ida and annaliese.

There isn’t much of a story to be told, despite the fact that the two know each other ever since Annaliese has started to properly live within the community. From that very moment, Ida has begun monitoring the younger girl, and to some point she even acts as a parent, rather than a simple mentor. While Ida can clearly detect Annaliese’s good intentions, she cannot deny that she finds her ways none short of unsuited for a proper Benedictine nun.

Even so, she can’t bring herself to force Annaliese to change out of her ways. Ida would never admit it, but she finds the girl’s energy and excitement soothing, in a way, even in the moments in which she manages to get on her nerves. Annaliese’s different and more active way of preaching belief and religion is also something entirely new to Ida; she finds it very refreshing and more synchronized with nowaday’s youth. Unsurprisingly, Ida herself was the one to suggest Annaliese the path of the sister.

They have an overall stable companionship, which can be hardly defined as a proper friendship, but that is also too much deep to be merely tagged as an acquaintanceship. It’s an odd, unnamed sort of middle ground. They both obviously care for each other, still.

Annaliese always tries to get Ida out of her shell, with little to no results. She will steadfastly attempt, and will take baby steps, if that’s what’s required. Annaliese simply wants Ida to make more friends, since she doesn’t have many.

Unbeknownst to Annaliese, Ida actually has sensed that something might or might not be weird with her. It’s not that difficult to tell, given that the younger girl is terribly excellent at being an open book; but Ida has particularly managed to understand that it’s not just general clumsiness. Ida is but a mere human (?), so she can’t say for sure what it is---still, her suspicion remains. She’s also the only one to have noticed the scars on Annaliese’s palms. So far, though, Ida prefers to abstain herself from making any bold accusations.

5 // ida and ... ?

Ida could be considered the perfect nun. However, there’s something odd about her aura, something weird lingering in the air around her. It’s a presence that no mere human can see---nobody but her. A fruit spawned from a badly-sown, ill-natured seed. A pact with no positive premises that she pursued in her younger years, going against all fears, with the expectation for said outcomes to outdo the predictions.

Alas, it’s not the case. Her egoism took the best of her, and Ida was blinded. Now, she’s forced to deal with her own selfish decisions.

A creature is attached to her, bound by unbreakable chains. Ida knows she won’t go to Heaven, which is why she does her best to detach herself from the material things that made her pursue such a crooked path in the past. But what is this thing? What whispers in her ears, tries to tempt her into further corruption?

It’s not for anyone else to know. Lest they get involved in something that she must carry alone.

Not a demon, but not an angel, either. Something in-between. In a staggering, unstable limbo.

Even in if physically powerless, it tries to get hold of the people that get close to her.

[mister-tom-a-dildo-lover]

Tomarry, Harry says "I never thought kneeling before me would ever be a past time you favored", Soul marks

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Tomarry

Tags: Soulmate AU, Snark, Humor, Teasing, Modern Era, Orphanage Boys, Friends to Lovers, Possessive!Tom, Obsessive!Harry, Co-dependence, Childhood-6th Year, 

Harry Potter and Tom Riddle were well acquainted. In fact, if someone were to ask Harry Potter, he’d say they were ‘probably friends’. If Tom Riddle was asked, he’d say ‘Harry is mine’.

Growing up in the same orphanage and being picked on for the same reasons, had thrown them into each other’s realm of reference. Especially taking their punishments together for getting blamed for absolutely everything and anything whether they did it or not.

Unlike Tom though, Harry wasn’t as brave, at least in his opinion. Tom took everything with his head held high, while Harry withdrew into himself more and more. And he depended on Tom a lot. Tom taught him the wonders of manipulation through using his appearance.

When they’d been offered a spot at Hogwarts, both took it gladly. They were magical. Special. And while Tom could talk to snakes, Harry could change his physical appearance at will. That made them even more special among other magical individuals.

And when Harry managed to make it into Slytheirn, where Tom had insisted they go, he knew everything would be fine. So long as they had each other.

If it was possible, Harry and Tom were the ‘power couple’ of Slytherin, without being an actual couple. Both did well in class, but each had subjects they were just instinctively better in. And thanks to Tom, Harry had really blossomed.

He spoke up in class, demonstrated his skills without feeling embarrassed, and had lost a lot of his anxiety over the years. 

Not to say that it went away entirely. But he was in a better mindset than when they were children.

Enough so to willingly try out for the Slytherin Quidditch Team, get the Seeker position, and win them every game they played since his Second Year.

Harry had managed to grow so much and he knew that Tom was a big part of it. Tom believed in him, and sometimes that was just enough for Harry to start believing in himself.

He was fresh out of the shower. His hair was still wet and he was only clad in his black briefs. Harry’s intentions involved his fourposter and ten hours of sleep at the very least. No interruptions.

Tom was already in the dorm room. They were the only students left behind for the Christmas hols. No way would they go back to the orphanage when there was so much to do at Hogwarts! And good food and actual warmth. Only a moron would go back to the Muggles instead of stay at the school. Hogwarts was their home.

His friend spared him a glance when he sat on his bed, and did a double take. Yes, Tom Marvolo Riddle did a double take. Nothing of the sort had ever happened before and Harry would never let him live it down from then on.

But it was the look in Tom’s cool eyes, that made him pay attention through his somnolence. Tom was staring at Harry’s pants. Or rather appeared to be. Maybe a little lower. And without preamble, he slid off his bed, Dark Arts book left forgotten in order to sink to the floor in front of Harry.

Harry, feeling a little flustered at the sudden attention, said something in order to lighten his own anxiety. “I never thought kneeling before me would ever be a pastime you favoured.” The taunting sound of his own voice didn’t make him feel any better though since he’d basically thrown an innuendo in Tom’s face and had struggled to not do such over the years.

“You have my mark,” was Tom’s only reply, more quiet than Harry had ever heard from his friend.

The younger teen was confused. “Huh?”

And without even bothering to ask, Tom placed his hands on Harry’s inner thighs and began to push his legs apart, earning a choked protest from Harry. That didn’t stop him of course. His eyes were trained on Harry left thigh and his thumb traced over the flesh there, slowly and carefully. Almost reverently. And it did in no way tickle the way Harry thought it would.

“My mark,” Tom whispered, eyes going wide with obvious glee.

Harry, embarrassed by the position of Tom kneeling in front of him and being so close to places Harry tried not to consider because he was just an anxious mess half of the time, leaned over in order to look at whatever Tom was looking at. To get his mind off of… other things.

And there, as if tattooed on his inner thigh, was a grey, human skull, with a large green snake slithering out of the open mouth.

“How is this your mark?” Harry asked, shocked at seeing something he never remembered being there, on his skin.

Tom simply removed one hand, though he kept the other on Harry’s skin, so that he may pull his collar down just a bit to show his sternum. And on it, was the same mark that was on Harry’s leg.

“But why is it yours?” Harry demanded.

A smirk flitted across Tom’s face. “Mrs. Cole was the one who helped my mother through the birthing process. This mark was on my chest from day one. It was the first thing to unnerve her about me. And as I was born before you, it is my mark.”

Tom leaned in once again, and since Harry hadn’t moved from his position, both were face to face. He could see every striation in Tom’s eyes. Varying shades of blue and light green mixing together to make a unique eye colour that not many would notice unless up close like Harry was. Tom’s breath was cool and smelled of mint.

“Do you know what this means, Harry?” asked Tom, voice all but a purr as his smirk widened.

He did not, but he knew Tom would tell him. If only to brag. But Tom seemed incredibly pleased, so it had to be a good thing at least.

“These are marks bestowed upon us by Magick herself. They determine which beings are perfect for each other. And they are a rare occurrence. This mark,” said Tom, rubbing the skin again, “means you’re mine totally and indefinitely.”

Soulmates weren’t a foreign concept to Harry but he’d never paid the subject much mind before. It all seemed too good to be true after all. Someone who was perfect for you specifically? He couldn’t be blamed for his skepticism.

But there was the proof. He and Tom shared a mark that linked them together far more closely than anything else could.

And Tom seemed to be elated by it.

“All mine.”

The possessive tone made Harry’s spine tingle and his breathing hitch. Because that had to mean what he hoped it meant.

Tom wanted Harry of all people. And with this new revelation, he’d never let Harry go. Meaning they’d never be separated.

Beaming at the realisation, Harry launched himself into Tom’s arms. All his stressing over Tom possibly leaving him when they graduated from Hogwarts, melted away. Tom always kept what was his, in pristine condition, and with Harry among the lot, he would never let him go!

Perhaps his dependency on the other was a tad unhealthy, but he didn’t care. Tom was all he’d had from day one. And now they’d be together forever.

Of course his jubilation was interrupted when the hand that had been on his thigh, trailed upward and caressed the bulge in his pants.

“Let me take care of you, Harry,” Tom whispered in his ear, hot breath making him shiver.

“Yes, please.”

A/N: I literally started the first 3 paragraphs just fine, got an idea, and then skipped ahead to write under the line instead. And this ending happened, so I had to re-work what I started with to fit this.