#WHAT DO U MEAN YOU WANT TO DISCUSS THE COLOUR OF OUR WALLS AND FLOWERS IN OUR GARDEN....

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guys... i literally screamed btw. HE IS SUCH A SAPPY OLD FOOL.. BRO I MISS HIM SO FUCKIN MUUUSHCCHCUCHHHCHC

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Love and Happiness Come in Colourful Hands

I did it! Writing prompt from celsiahawthorn about the question how Regis would react to Noctis having a wife and children in Dreams of Our Past.

It got quite long (I seem unable to give short answers). I hope you like it!

Cor burst into the middle of an audience. That in itself wasn’t that strange since his duties as the General of the Lucian army often made him late, seeing as they were fighting a losing war against Niflheim.

Cor being late normally meant there was an emergency, some great thing that had gone wrong yet again. From property damage to people nearly dying during training to surprise attacks of Niflheim, everything had happened at least once during his tenure as king.

Before Regis’ heart could do more than skip a beat in trepidation because the surprise attacks had been happening more and more often as of late, the look on Cor’s face made him feel nervousness of a different kind. It wasn’t that mix of anger, determination and growing resignation he wore every time he brought news of yet another attack, another battle lost, another retreat, more lives to weight on his conscience.

For everybody that didn’t know him very well he looked just as stoic and stern as ever – the unflappable Immortal – but Regis knew better. Something had upset his old friend a great deal. The King saw it in the way he flexed his fingers, how he didn’t quite meet his eyes.

Cor stopped just long enough to follow the protocol in bowing to the King, as was proper. He didn’t wait for an invitation to step up towards the throne, he just did it, causing the other occupants of the throne room to whisper and bristle in indignation. They were soundly ignored.

Under the sharp eyes of the assembled court Cor Leonis bent down towards him and whispered something he had nearly given up hope to ever hearing within his remaining lifetime: “Your Majesty, we have found a trace of Prince Noctis.”

At once Regis’ mouth had gone dry. He swallowed and had to concentrate upon keeping a neutral face, mindful of the witnesses that were watching like a thunderoc stalking its pray. Hope bloomed like a flower deep within his chest, its petals warm like the sun. Maybe this time whoever had tipped them off would prove to be more than a person out for a quick profit. He had seen the records of all the false tipoffs Cor was trying to hide from him.

“My thanks, Lords and Ladies, gentlemen and madams ministers, regretfully we will have to continue this most enlightening discussion another time.”

He lifted his hand as if an afterthought and the court was adjourned. He had already forgotten what they had been talking about not even a minute ago. Some looked like they dearly wanted to protest, but they didn’t dare to – yet. Regis still retained enough of his power added to the not inconsiderable respect to his bloodline, but he knew it wouldn’t last for much longer. Not with him not getting any younger and ignoring their requests to marry again and try for another heir.

After the great double doors had closed, Clarus turned towards them. Next to the three of them only two guards remained with them in the throne room.

“What has happened?” he asked, his face an expressionless mask that was supposed to hide the worry he felt.

Clarus had aged as poorly as him, the lines on his face growing deeper and more numerous by the year. His frame was still strong and solid, but he carried a shroud of tiredness with him that was nearly as palpable as his own, his son a perceived disappointment and his daughter deathly sick. It was a heavy burden to carry.

“Not even half an hour ago I received a concrete lead to Prince Noctis’ whereabouts,” answered Cor, barely holding on to his usual no-nonsense tone when giving a report.

Clarus’ mouth fell open in shock. It would have been funny to see his friend so openly flabbergasted for once, had Regis not needed all his willpower to hold himself together. He had been falling apart at the seams since his son had vanished and now it was like someone had pulled at the wrong threat and he started to unravel.

“Tell me everything and leave nothing out.”

Cor tilted his head in acceptance and pulled a carefully folded sheet of paper from the inner pocket of his uniform jacket. No, realized Regis, that was no ordinary piece of paper, but a thick parchment, like it had been used until maybe two hundred years ago, for official documents. But the sheet in Cor’s hand looked very new. The King hadn’t known that these were still being made. Animal Welfare would have kittens over this.

“At around 10:27am Mrs. Colloquia from the reception called my office. She said there was a woman who claimed to know where the prince was hiding,” Cor started.

“Where is that woman now?” Regis demanded.

His heart was racing a steady staccato in his chest and the rising tension was turning his innards into tight knots. At last he hadn’t eaten breakfast otherwise it would have come back up now.

“She’s waiting in front of the throne room, your Majesty. Ignis has an eye on her. But before you call her in you should know a few things. Firstly, she has a letter with her she’s adamant to give to you in person. She says it’s from Noctis and I believe her.”

“Did you demand proof for her claims?” Clarus wanted to know.

Cor stared at his Shield with that kind of expressionless face he got when he thought the people he was talking to were idiots, until Clarus looked away with a huff.

“She showed me the letter when I asked. It carries the personal sign of the royal crown prince.”

The petals of hope within his chest grew into burning coals. His feelings were a jumbled mess he couldn’t even begin to untangle as he sat in the throne he had wasted the last five years away on and heard the best news he’s been told since he heard of Aulea’s pregnancy.

Noctis’ personal sign was only known to a handful of people and all of them lived and/or worked at the citadel. His son knew to never share it with people he didn’t trust with his life. It was also a precaution against forgery.

“Secondly, she claims to be his wife.”

“What?” yelped Regis and Clarus at the same time, causing the guards remaining to startle.

The King prayed that he’d heard wrong. Noctis was barely twenty. Marriages at so young an age were seldom good. Mors was proof enough for that. Cor gestured towards the folded sheet of parchment in his hand.

“The marriage license,” he said and held it out for Regis to take.

His fingers felt numb as he grabbed the thick sheet with trembling hands. It felt like good quality parchment to him, even if he barely knew anything about parchment at all. Unfolding it proved the sheet to be unusually large and beneath the signatures was a big red wax seal showing an engraved flame under a sun with six rays.

Ifrit’s seal.

That was very unusual.

Regis’ gaze raveled towards the signatures. There were five in total. Bride, groom, two witnesses and the priest. The priest’s signature was an unintelligible series of loops and wavy lines and the ones of the witnesses were only better insofar, that the first letter was actually readable. Noctis’ didn’t look like he remembered it being, but that didn’t have to mean anything. He himself had only developed a consistent one at seventeen after all. The last signature was harder to read than his son’s clear, if squiggly looking cursive, but after a few seconds he had managed to decipher it.

Hiemi Lucis Caelum.

It was a traditional Insmonian name and also a very old one.

The King needed a few seconds to tear his eyes away from his son’s name and looked at the actual text. Even the most traditional marriage license today wasn’t as long as this one. It was clear at once why that was the case. The vows had been written down in triplicate. Once in something that looked like a close approximation of modern Lucian, then ancient Lucian and lastly a language he did not know. The elaborate cursive was also very unusual. His eyebrows rose in surprise.

“That was also my reaction,” said Cor with a hint of amusement, “but it fulfils all the requirements to be a legally binding document.”

Clarus made a face but it didn’t really register to Regis. He read the text again. Even the part in quasi modern Lucian was very formal and took great care to use full titles. Damsel Hiemi Vigilant would enter into the holy bond of matrimony with Patrone Noctis Lucis Caelum, Crown Prince of Lucis, and would gain the title Dame of House Lucis Cealum. It was a chore to read, even for him. The spelling was all wrong and some words he couldn’t make heads or tails of. Not only were ‘v’ and ‘u’ the same, but the ‘s’ seemed determined to be as close to an ‘f’ as possible.

“Is that really wise, Majesty?” asked Clarus who had read over his shoulder.

“Wise or not, this is the first viable clue we have about what happened to my son. Send her in, Cor.”

Both his friends bowed in acceptance, if only grudgingly on Clarus’ part. Curiously leaning forward Regis wondered what kind of person his maybe daughter-in-law was.

 His first thought when he saw her was what a beautiful woman she was, his second that he had never seen the kind of clothing she wore in his life.

She wore a curious thing that looked like a hybrid of a tunic and a dress that was bound around her ribcage in the way of the Ladies during the Founder’s time. The bright orange shawl she wore in her curly black hair clashed horrendously with the sky blue and sunny yellow of her tunic that stopped just shy of her knees.

She was nervous, but she held her head high in stubborn determination and her steps didn’t falter, like so many people’s did when they entered the throne room for the first time. Her hands clutched the strap of the messenger bag that hung from her shoulder. It was obviously handmade with a frame made of bronze coloured rods and worn canvas. Long silvery grey feathers hung from one clasp.

Every step she took echoed loudly from the walls of the throne room. Regis needed a bit to realize that her sandals that wound up her calves in elaborate geometrical patterns were entirely made of metal. That couldn’t be comfortable.

The woman – Hiemi he reminded himself – and Cor who guided her came to a stop before the first set of stairs. “Your Majesty, as ordered, the Lady Hiemi.”

She threw Cor a look like she wanted to stab him as he used the word Lady, but she just dipped into an elegant clearly practiced curtsy in the way ancient Lucian princesses had done towards their King. It had fallen out of use a long time ago when the dresses at court had gained wider and heavier skirts.

“Your Royal Majesty,” she said in an accent Regis had never heard before.

It had a lilting quality to it that was accompanied by rolling r’s and dark sounding vowels. Where did she come from? Her facial features were classical Insomnian, but everything else screamed foreign. Unbidden the corner of his mouth twitched behind his beard. No one called him Royal Majesty outside of official ceremonies.

“Be welcome, Dame Hiemi. General Leonis told me you have news about my son Prince Noctis.”

Regis deliberately used the title he had read in the marriage license. She looked very pleased at that.

“Yes, Royal Majesty,” she said in her lilting accent and rose from her curtsy. “I promised His Royal Highness to deliver his letter in person.”

Anxiously Regis waved her to come to him and with every echoing step she took his heart seemed to miss a beat. He had to suppress the urge to simply stand up and meet her halfway to pry his son’s letter out of her bag. When she came to a stop in front of him, Cor close behind her and his eyes never leaving her slight form, she curtsied again and then slowly pulled a letter out of her bag.

She curtsied yet again, deeper this time, and only stood back up after he had taken the envelope. Whoever had taught her courtly etiquette had been throughout, if two thousand years out of date. Clarus watched the happenings from his left side with watchful eyes.

For a moment Hiemi looked like she didn’t quite know what to do next, but then she stepped back towards landing where the stairs parted towards the gallery. She looked amused by the way Cor kept close to her which was not a reaction people usually had when the Immortal stared at them with a dark face just daring them to give him a reason to draw his blade.

Regis turned the thick envelope between his hands. It had the brownish colour and rough graining of poor quality paper, a crass difference to the high quality parchment of the marriage license. He would have to get it looked over by a lawyer. For a bit longer he simply held the letter, Noctis’ personal sign carefully drawn on the back of the envelope. His fingers traced every line of it. Now that he was so close to an answer he didn’t know if he would be able to bear the words.

Clarus, Cor and Hiemi waited patiently until he had centred himself enough to actually open the letter and read it. The paper was of as bad a quality as the envelope. The handwriting had changed from a scrawled Lucian standard script to a loopy cursive that was worthy of centuries past, but the words were all Noctis. He had to fight with the tears burning in his eyes.

 Father, stood there in solid black ink,

 I will never be able to make right what I have wrought with running away. Know however that it was done to spare you and myself and everybody we hold dear even more pain. It is no excuse and I fear I may never be able to convincingly deliver one.

My actions have let me to get to know wonderful people I wouldn’t have been able to meet if I had stayed. One of them is the woman who has delivered this letter to you, my wife, Hiemi. We married little over a year ago and as far as I am aware she took our marriage license as proof with her.

As for the reason why I had to vanish – and believe me, father, if in nothing else, that I would never have left, if there wasn’t a very legitimate one – I would like to tell you in person. It is not something you should have to read about in a letter, written by me or not.

Just a warning:

Do not, under any circumstances, let the Lucii or Bahamut get a hold on this information. It is a matter of life and death.

Hiemi will be able to answer any immediate questions and, if you want, will guide you to where we are living in Insomnia. Do not worry, father. I love her deeply. She is a wonderful person with a temper like the stories of my mother you always told me when I was young. She will do you no harm.

 Your son,

Noctis

 P.S. Hiemi will keep calling you Royal Majesty until you say different. Correct titles are very important to her people during official happenings and only relaxed at the invitation of the other.

 A wet laugh escaped Regis. Next to him Clarus was beginning to get impatient.

“Majesty,” his Shield said in concern.

He looked like he was close to throwing the only woman in the throne room out of the window. Regis brushed away the tears – when had he started to cry? – and took a deep shuddering breath. Luckily there were only two guards to see him loose his composure. They knew how to keep their mouths shut; otherwise the consequences wouldn’t be pretty for them.

“It is alright, my friend,” he said.

And it really was, Regis realized in surprise. He would have to have a long talk with Noctis, no several very long talks, but this letter alone made him feel better than he had in years. Hiemi still stood on the landing, her fingers tightly linked with each other, and her gaze directed towards him in worry and understanding. Cor looked torn between wanting to hit something and wanting to drag Regis towards a more private part of the citadel.

Carefully he folded the letter back up and tucked it back into its envelope. At once it vanished in a soft clinking sound and the glow of blue magical particles, as he sent it into his armiger for safekeeping.

His daughter-in-law – by the Gods, he had a daughter-in-law – watched with keen and interested eyes as he did so. With a great deal of effort he stood up from the throne, had the strange wave of energy after the earthquake given him a brief respite, his condition was rapidly worsening now. Time was running through his fingers and he could do nothing about it.

“Come, my dear. And you may call me Regis,” he said with a smile and stepped down towards the gallery on his left side.

The young woman lifted a striking black eyebrow but followed his request without a word.

He took a closer look at her, like she did with him. She would see nothing but a tired old man, a tired old man who had been given back a reason to live. Her own face upon first glance was classical Insomnian, like the kind one saw in old paintings. Behind that, however, was something he couldn’t quite define. Long curls tumbled down around her shoulders and towards her waist in a thick curtain.

Cor pulled one of the chairs closer for him to sit down and motioned for Hiemi to do the same. She sat there, shoulders and back straight and even now in her strange clothing had the aura of a royal princess. The silence between them grew uncomfortably long as they simply stared at each other.

“How is he?” he asked at last.

She tilted her head in thought. “He misses you.” That sentence sent a bittersweet pain through his heart. “He tells the children stories about you and how you always try to do right by your people. Astra loves these stories. I think Healer – I’m sorry, Noctis – made half of them up just to entertain him.”

The blooming smile on her face showed her dimples and gave her something girlish. “He works hard, sometimes to exhaustion, but he always makes time for his family. He cannot stand to see people being hurt and does what he can to help them. Sometimes he makes me livid when he wants everything to happen at once. When I first met him and he asked me how he could repay me for my help, I joked that I could use a new house. I didn’t want anything from him but he just wouldn’t let it go. After I said that he didn’t ask again and I thought that was the end of it. Half a year later he told me that my house was finished.”

Regis couldn’t help himself and started to laugh. That was the famed Lucis Cealum Dramatics in action. Cor, who stood beside Hiemi’s chair like Clarus stood next to his, rolled his eyes, his lips twitching dangerously. His Shield dragged his hand down his face in resignation.

It wasn’t the most out there thing a Lucis Caelum had done to impress a love interest and potential partner in marriage, but it was definitely creative. Hiemi’s unusual dark green eyes glittered. Regis could practically touch the love and affection this woman held for his son. He was glad for it.

Then something registered she had said and he abruptly straightened.

“Children?”

She blinked in honest surprise. “Yes. Didn’t He-Noctis write about them in his letter?”

Regis shook his head without a word, a sudden burst of nervous and giddy energy traveling through him. Hiemi sighed, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. She muttered something, her accent thickening until he couldn’t understand a single word she said.

“I beg your pardon?” he asked in surprise.

He didn’t speak all languages that existed on Eos, but he liked to think that he could at least place all of them. This one he had never heard before. It made him feel unsettled.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought he would remember to mention his own children in his letter to you,” she answered clearly annoyed that her husband hadn’t done so.

“Children,” he said again.

Next to him Clarus choked and muttered something under his breath he didn’t bother to understand, too busy with trying to understand how his son had managed to have children.

Children.

As in more than one.

How had that happened?

It had been generations since the royal family had been able to produce more than one child per generation. The royal family was now bigger than it had been for near three hundred years. There was him, Noctis, his wife and –

“How many children are there?”

“Two,” Hiemi answered as if she didn’t understand the enormity of that statement. “A girl and a boy. Solaris – the girl – is the older one. She’s eight years old and Noctis found her beaten half to death in an alleyway. She clearly is a Lucis Caelum,” she hurried to add when she must have seen something on his or Clarus’ or Cor’s face, “Noctis said his magic recognized her as one. Astra is the boy and three years old. Noctis is his birth father and I adopted him as my own when his birth mother didn’t want him. He needing help to take care of the little star is how we met each other.”

A fond smile curled at her lips and made her face gain a maternal softness he had often seen in Aulea before she had died, when she had talked about their child. Something in him relaxed at that knowledge.

But by Bahamut’s bladed wings. He was a grandfather.

He had never dared to hope after the crystal had chosen his Noctis as the Chosen King, but now giddy warmth that sang of lovelovelove traveled through his very being and he couldn’t stop the wide smile even if he had cared to try.

Hiemi answered his smile with one of her own and reached into her bag. The canvas was covered in colourful patches someone with a careful hand had sewed on. He couldn’t say what the bag’s original colour had been. His daughter-in-law pulled out more papers that had been carefully folded, even if most of the sheets were full of crinkles. It was a whole stack of them.

“The children did these for you,” she said and held them out towards him.

He took them as if they were one of the most precious things he had ever held within his hands. And it was true, he may have not seen them yet, but his grandchildren had made them for him, they had never met him, knew only stories and still they had made him a present, and that was enough for him to treasure these until his dying day. He could see at first glance that they were all pictures of some kind.

Tears were threatening to fall again.

“Thank you,” he managed to say around the lump in his throat.

Hiemi just smiled in understanding. “Neither Solaris nor Astra could decide which ones I should take with me, so they gave me all of them.”

Regis took the first sheet and unfolded it, mindful of the poor quality of the paper. On it were five handprints in different sized and colours. In childish letters there was written something under each of them. The smallest one was midnight blue and under it was the Name Astra, next was Solaris’ handprint in vibrant red, followed by three handprints that clearly were from adults, in green, gold and purple. Under each was a word that he did not know. Lastly there was a word or name that lacked a handprint. Hiemi seemed to notice it because she leaned forward a bit and motioned at each one.

“The green one is me and ‘mati’ stands for mother, ‘tata’ under the golden hand means father, ‘avunculus’ is uncle and ‘natata’ is grandfather.”

Oh, this was… he lacked the words to express how he felt at that moment. This was a family portrait without faces and they had included him in it.

“It was Solaris who came up with it and before we knew it Ardyn had gotten the paints from somewhere.”

“Ardyn?” he asked because he didn’t know what else to say.

Hiemi motioned towards the purple handprint that at the same time was the biggest one.

Huh.

Ardyn.

Why did that name haunt him everywhere he went?

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Random stuff no one cares about (fuck u jo)

@mysmoldarkfictionalsons told me to do this so it here it is 1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? Milk than cereal

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? Yes

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Pages of homework, pens, tickets, earphones

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? Alone or with really little milk

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Yup

6: do you keep plants? Two cactus

7: do you name your plants? Nope

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Does editing count?

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? Yes

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? All three? But I’ll say side?

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? “Stitch”

12: what’s your favorite planet? Uranus

13: what’s something that made you smile today? Talking about 80s voltron with Ce

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? It’d be small, full of our stuff and a comfy sofa for us to cuddle

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! There is a planet that may be made entirely out of diamonds

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? Spaghetti carbonara

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? Rose gold/purple/blue

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. When they got drunk in the village party and they tried jumping to the river from the bridge and I had to take care of them all (I am the one to bring this up btw)

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? Kind of? And just random ideas and stuff (ok and also dates and shit)

20: what’s your favorite eye color? Green

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. It’s blue with starts on it and it’s completely destroyed by now, the zip doesn’t even work anymore and it’s all full of scratches rip

22: are you a morning person? Depends tbh

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Watch a movie/show/anime, read or edit

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? I think yes?

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? An old house… I don’t usually break into places

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? My Panama jack shoes rip

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? Berries

28: sunrise or sunset? Sunset

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? When she’s nervous, Eva is always trying to grab someone’s hand without realising AND IT’S SO CUTE

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? Yup

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I like socks, but not that much? In winter and all they’re great but in summer I prefer my feet to be free

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. A guy in the village party (again) kept following us around, so Angel went and asked him what happened. The guy then just turned around like half pouting and handed us his empty hand and was like “I wanted to give you cookies”. And we ran. The lesson is, kids, never drink or do drugs if you don’t want to end up like that man

33: what’s your fave pastry? Orejas de carnaval con chocolate

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? It was called Eric and it was a white dog with brown spots and it’s somewhere in my room, im pretty sure

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? Yeah but in the end I always end up using the most normal stuff

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? Oh wonder

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? Clean

38: tell us about your pet peeves! I hate it when people like crack their knuckles? Nope don’t do that in front of me I beg you. Also people that walk slow… move dammit

39: what color do you wear the most? Black

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? The chain my grandmother gave me for my communion. It has an image of virgin Maria as a child and my name engraved and she told me my grandfather had always wanted to give me a chain like that one

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? El laberinto de los espíritus

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! Not really

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Silvia…

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Like a week ago? Lmao it didn’t last long

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Yup.. doesn’t mean they work

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. Are you a son of Poseidon? Cause you got me all wet (I’m gonna go bury myself now)

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Cauliflower. Take it away

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? My biggest fear was the world suddenly ending… yep…. I was weird. Maybe it isn’t the same but yoU CAN’T TELL ME THAT ISN’T SCARY

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? Yes but I usually cant buy them which leads to the part where I can’t remember which one was the last I bought

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? Do snow globes count? I have some of them and I love them

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? I’m not mentioning the person but photograph

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? The glasses one? Is that from this year or last? Ah fuck it

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? No, yes, no, yes Weird af but strangely great

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? Grandma

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? Breaking a pencil (the thing we were discussing was that I didn’t have enough strength to break it okay so I got all hulk mode and broke it)

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? people that do a lot of hand gestures (they remind me of myself tho)

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? It makes me feel like a psycho murdered :’) nah kidding it makes me feel nostalgic AND WHO DOESN’T RE-ENACT THE LYRICS SMH

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? Jandro is the Vodka aunt and Jo is the wine mom (although she is Vodka but she is way more mom so fuck it)

59: what’s your favorite myth? Persephone’s myth or Icarus one

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I love it and my fave authors (cause I can’t choose poems) are Bécquer, Góngora, Rubén Darío and Pablo Neruda

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? I’ve never given really stupid gifts? My gifts are good *gasps* and my cousin gave me a clown nose once

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Sometimes I drink orange juice

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? I am very fussy and it’s the one thing I’ll always have tidy af

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Ugly grey ugh

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? Do my online friends count? Maybe?

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? It’d have blue and white that’s all I know

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Sleepy. That’s it.

68: what’s winter like where you live? Cold and grey but with snow tho

69: what are your favorite board games? To be honest I don’t know?

70: have you ever used a ouija board? Nah (I was going to, then backed down you see)

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? I don’t know, I’m more of a coffee girl

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? Yep

73: what are some of your worst habits? Biting my cheeks/lip until it bleeds and scratching my scalp and ears until it bleeds too (que sanguinolenta por favor)

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Love

75: tell us about your pets! A bird, his name is Winnie and he’s a little shit but I love him

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? Studying history

77: pink or yellow lemonade? Yellow (I’ve never had pink lol)

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? I’m neutral ground

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? Joana’s video for my birthday

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? Violet and white and yes I chose it because they’re two of my faves colours there’s nothing feel about it

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. Beer bottle

82: are/were you good in school? I am good thanks very much

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? Idk

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? Idk

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? Yes and here’s a thing about me I cannot by the sake of my life choose favorites in anything don’t make me do it

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? Depends?

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Tbh I’d say the Godfather (can’t really think of any other rn rip why do you put me in such compromises?)

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? No??

89: are you close to your parents? Meh

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. All I have to say is it has history, culture and it’s beautiful sorry I don’t want to make this long

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? Dublin lololol

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? Drown it in cheese bitch give me all of it

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? Ponytail/bun

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? A classmate on the 28th

95: what are your plans for this weekend? Doing my Spanish project and editing

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? Procrastination my dear

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? INFP, cancer, Ravenclaw

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? I’m not sure? Sometime in December with my father and yes

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Light by sleeping at last100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? 5 years into the future, I don’t want to relive my past thanks

I don’t have anyone to tag (my only friends are the tagger (fuck you) and the other person she tagged ( @nekolance why) So bye bye do it if you want to