#ahh dear treasured memories

[tinyenha]

𝔐𝔶 𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔐𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔫…

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕴: 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊

No one POV

"Ahh... Tomorrow is the day. The day Mother left me and Father to the afterlife. I should go tell Father and visit her grave together" Y/N signed and went to her father's room where he stored all his personal belongings. While she walking, she looked out the window and stared at the nature that surrounded the mansion, her home. She lived at the big mansion along with her Father.

Every year, Y/N and her Father visit her late mother's grave to celebrate the day of her mother's death. Her mother died when she was still young because of her unknown sickness. She is still young when her mother leaves her. Many medicines and treatments her mother tried but it didn't work as planned. As much as she doesn't want her mother to go, she knows that people's death is unpredictable. Especially people that she treasured the most. Until now, she still remembers her promise with her mother to take care of her father and protect him from any danger. She kept her promise. She only has her father left.

Flashback...

Young Y/N and her mother take a walk in the nearest garden to spend their free time together. The garden is full with white roses and baby breath. Butterfly wings are displayed as they fly about freely. "Mother look! White butterfly!" Young Y/N grabbed her mother's attention and pointed at the butterfly that she just mentioned. Her mother smiled sweetly and patted her daughter's head. "How beautiful. You like them?"

"I love it, Mother! They're beautiful and small. Sadly they're so fragile, we can't hold them just like when I'm holding cute kitten." Young Y/N pouted while staring at the white butterfly. Her mother sadly smiled and patted her daughter's head. "That's true, dear. They are so precious. We need to protect them from any danger. Just like us, we protect each other from bad people. Be kind to people and animals. Help each other, protect each other. Spread love and keep smiling. Promise me that, okay dear?"

Young Y/N nobbed her head, understanding her mother's words. She held her mother's hand gently and stared at her. "Just like how you and Father protect me, I promise to protect both of you. You and Father is the only treasure I have now. I love you guys so much. You're the best. No one can beat my love for you and Father." She hugged her mother tightly. "Thank you, dear. What a lovely and thoughtful girl." Her mother hugged her back and caressed her head gently.

End of Flashback

No one POV

Y/N smiled sadly, remembering her memory with her beloved mother when she was 5. She is already 23 years old. After her mother's death, she feels empty even though there are maids who help clean their mansion and always take good care of her. Growing up without the warm love of a mother is the hardest reality that Y/N needs to face. She tries to live happily just like her mother wishes. Her father also tries his best to spend time with her. Thankfully, her father never failed to make her smile and know her well. "What Father is doing right now? Hopefully, he is not busy with his work." She thought.

The villagers of Lockwood have known Y/N's family well. Y/N's father worked as a mannequin maker and already run his business for a long time since he used to help his family carry all the materials to make the mannequin. Even though there is a lot of better job he can do, he decides to continue his family tradition and explore more about mannequin creation. His customers are mostly from royalty with different backgrounds. Besides that, he also makes toys and music boxes for the kids. His lovely personality and kindness never fail to make villagers' hearts melt. He was very sociable with all the villagers that he passed by. Y/N's late mother is also one of his customers. She came to his workshop and requested him to make a small music box as her comfort item during nighttime. Since then, they become closer and eventually fall in love with each other.

Once she arrived in front of the room, she knocked on the door slowly. "Father? May I come in?" She heard rustling inside the room. "Sure, dear. Come inside." She opened the door and saw her father carving the mannequin. Her father's room was full of sketches that displayed mannequin diagrams. Books are stacked just like a tower. Material of the mannequin is everywhere including his crafting tools. Her father stopped her work and looked at his daughter. "You look sad.... Are you okay? Need anything, dear?" "Urm... Mother's death anniversary is today... I wonder if you're free right now. Let's visit her. Like usual, our tradition every year..." She smiled sadly while playing with her dress lace. "Of course, dear. I almost finished my work. Let's get ready. We can grab some white roses for her and clean her grave." He smiled sweetly and went to his daughter. Her father caressed her head gently. She sighed. "I miss her Father..."

" I miss her too, dear... Don't be sad. Mother doesn't want you to be sad. Smile for me" Her father gently caressed her daughter's cheek. Y/N sadly smiled and hugged her father. "Promise me to stay with me, don't leave me alone." She whimpered. "I promise. I will protect you no matter what happens. You're my only daughter. You're my pill of happiness that brightens my gloomy day. No one can replace your place."

Her father hugged her back and tried his best to hold back his tears. He knows how hard her daughter's life is. How sad her life was without her beloved mother. He feels guilty that her daughter needs to face this reality. But with her wife's promise, he will treasure his daughter for the rest of his life. He doesn't want his daughter to feel lonely. He wants to give his best, give a lot of love, and provide her the happy life that she deserves. Protect her from any danger. He only has his daughter left. No one else can take her away from him.

Taglist: @rinbowaman @heesbaby @deobitifull @enha-stan @shawnyle @gyus-honey @kaykay11sworld @httpsrinrin @sunghoonsfeethair @nshmrarki

[astraeasatelier]

Blessed Library

Do not reprint, reuse, retranslate, or link this translation on wikias and external sites without my permission.

Lyricist: Yoshie Isogai Composer: Akiko Shikata

I wasn't planning on translating this, but I hate speedsubbers. This version may still have some inaccuracies, so my usual rules of no reprints still applies.

Translation below the cut.

God bless! Life is a novel!*

Shu: Throughout this world are words scattered Mika: like -fragments- of stars, And mankind gathers the scraps one-by-one to weave stories Shu: Across the fabric of ever-changing time,* Mika: this handwriting is -proof- of their life Shu: Joy, Mika: love, Sorrow, even fury… gather here into an unsightly, yet beautiful melody

Those celebrated lengthy -long novels-, and even nameless one-line poems are equal to the writings of the gods’

Ahh! Bookshelves arranged in a spiral lined with countless spines of books stand in this blessed library

Shu: Like a hand playing a musical scale, Mika: may the wind that unfurls these pages carry them to eternity

Mika: Goodness and wickedness are two sides of the same coin, is this a comedy? Shu: Or is this a tragedy? love and sin dissolve into the -ink- and etch a masterpiece, a -dream- filled with ideals*

Shu: What do you wish for? What do you aspire to? Mika: A phantom asks without reason (2)

Shu: This fleeting Mika: warmth, strength, and fragility are carried upon the pages of this peerless and noble sound*

Mika: Let our way of life Shu: captivate you

Are stories of worldly success the only ones illuminated by the light of boundless -Agape-, which shines down from the heavens?*

Nay! Those as of yet unfinished tales of -adventures-, with their frank honesty that become dear memories are also precious treasures

Now, play the song of beloved life and offer it up to this blessed library

Mika: We offer this up Shu: to the future

Translation notes:

*= I took slight creative liberties to make this flow better in English.

Words written in dashes were written with certain kanji in the original Japanese but read differently. I've tried to incorporate both into the translated lyrics. - 断片-かけら-: Written as a "scrap" (of paper) but sung as "fragment" in Japanese. - 筆跡-��ルーフ: Written as "handwriting" but sung as "proof" (as in evidence) in English - 長篇-ロング・ノヴェル-: Literally like, "lengthy" but sung as "long novel" in English. - 洋墨-インク-: "Western ink" literally and just sung as "ink" in English. - 慈愛-アガペ-: "Fondness" but sung as "Agape", considered the highest form of unconditional love. - 冒険物語-アドベンチャー-: "Tales of adventure" sung as "Adventures" in English.

I'm not 100% sure about this line, but in Japanese this is literally like "Phantom of unsolicited questions". It sounds like, in the context of the song, the "invisible audience" of people's lives asking them what higher purpose they're aspiring to when people don't need to make their lives grand to prove their worth. Just my interpretation.

[okeylokiyuh]

TAG, YOU ARE IT! — CONTENT CREATOR YEAR IN REVIEW

rules: just answer the questions, hehe.

first creation and most recent creation of 2022? it was a dad!park sunghoon fic called wrong since kindergarten and ahh reading back on it makes me giddy asdfghjkl i need to write more dad fics! and my latest creation of 2022 was 11:21 PM which was a halloween-kinda (yes late in december) piece for treasure jihoon!

one of your favorite creations of 2022? all my works are dear to me (except the ones that i say are outright trash but hey only i can say that!!!) so i can't really chose a favourite

one creation you're really proud of? it would probably be this enhypen jake drabble (hi, i'm jaeyun) bc sdjfhs i so want to be confessed to in the rain like this TOT

a creation that took you forever? this question is a slap on the face bc there's only ONE DANG WORK that took me ages TuT and that would my treasure hyunsuk smau; happy anniversary to me TEN BLOODY MONTHS ALL THE WAY FROM FEBRUARY TILL DECEMBER 2022 omg i suck big time for that

a creation from 2022 that received the most notes? that would be this seventeen mingyu drabble i wrote after coming across these fancalls he had (+ ash made sure to remind me of this man continuously) and thus we came to 2022's post with the most notes; kick you or kiss you!

a creation from 2022 you think deserved more notes? ngl it would this enhypen niki's oneshot; residence checks. this one made me cackle when i had the idea initially, it still makes me cackle when i read it and if you check the reblogs, you'll see everyone else who cackled 😭

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it? ok look it's not recently i joined the seventeen fandom, but it certainly is the first time i started writing for them and it's all @ethereal-engene's fault 😤 that being said, may i present seventeen's mingyu (yes again ik) brother's best friend

a creation you made that breaks your heart? this treasure junkyu drabble called love to me. it's based off true events, and i was in junkyu's position, so yeah enough said, really

a 'simple' creation you really love? 21:57 is personally one of the simplest yet impactful works i came up with ngl (spoiler: mentions of heetiddies, yes it's about enhypen heeseung)

a creation that was inspired by another one? idk if this counts but this treasure's yoshi oneshot 'more fun with you' was inspired by a french conversational activity i did on duolingo

some of your favorite content creators from this year? oof finally i can answer this question without much thought! they would be @milkybonya @kyufilms @/ethereal-engene @acaiasahi @renhaissance @wynn @liliansun @intotheneozone @koakyuu @koishua @sultrybaby @jaesvelvet (+ so much more tbh i just have goldfish memory and can't remember them)

tagged by : @daegall (thank you very much for the tag, my child <3)

tagging : anyone, really <3 (feel free to ignore, no pressure)

[starpros-sunshine]

Also while we're at it lemme just

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 245: Flirting at the Office

“Hellloooo…good morning,” she sang, hands over my eyes as I stood at the counter in the breakroom, buttering a muffin left over from the staff meeting earlier. Like most days recently I wasn’t very hungry this early (or ever, really) but knew I needed to choke down something. “Guess whooooo….!”

It was, of course, Melissa. I chuckled and, as she released me, turned around. I tried to keep my heart in my chest, my eyes in my skull, my gasp in my throat as - this just never got less surprising - I came to grips as to just how much taller she was than me.

“Haha wearing my power heels today, for the meeting,” she laughed, biting her lower lip at my reaction and looking down on me. Christ I was eye-level to her gigantic bust, packed tightly in her black, off-the-shoulder dress. Her hair was done big and soft, her eyes glimmered with merriment. 

“I, um…yeah…” I stammered, immediately lost for words. My heart had quickened, and I took a breath of air filled with her perfume. It was gentler, today, than usual; I was more used to an assault of her floral scent but ahh today she just smelled…nice. Though I’d been feeling anxious this morning - what had happened in that meeting? what was going on with my health? - with her sudden presence my negative thoughts immediately evaporated, replaced by an excitement that I have to admit, dear reader, was a bit giddy. I was single - newly divorced! - and standing here, talking to this beautiful woman…I realized that I, maybe, didn’t need to feel guilty anymore. She was my employee, yes, and I knew I had to keep my wits about me…but dammit it felt kinda good.

Melissa, for her part, seemed brightly excited too. We’d shared a kiss, our first one, just two days ago. It had been cut short but no doubt there was the memory of it, here today, in the air between us. I wanted to…I wanted to kiss her, again. Real bad. And if I was reading things right I think she felt the same. But we were here, in the breakroom, at work. Anyone could walk in.

We smiled at one another, though, a warm moment that gradually began to feel…oh boy…a bit more heated. There was tension, so much unspoken, in the lock of our gazes.

She was the first to speak. She asked me about my morning, how I’d slept. We’d had a text conversation the night before that lingered in my dreams - so many of those little red kisses! - but of course I couldn’t say that. I thanked her haha for the warm milk I’d found on my desk after my first patient. I’m chagrined to admit it, but it tasted nice, now. I really didn’t need coffee.

“I think you weaned me off it,” I joked, which brought a sparkle to her eye.

“Excuse me but I have to do this,” she said to that, abruptly but gently taking my right hand, to hold it clasped between her two, up between us. Her smile crooked, and she began tenderly stroking it, holding it like treasure. “You are…you are just too adorable…” she purred, her bosom rising and falling with deeper breaths.

“Th-thank you, I do my best,” I managed, fighting back a smile which I knew would be too broad, too open. My skin was tingling, my blood was bubbling. My face felt warm. What was this? It had been so long since I’d…flirted with anyone, for real. With someone I…I liked. With someone I could honestly, yes, see…liking. Maybe more? Is this what it felt like?

Melissa had giggled at my little joke, sounding surprisingly girlish for someone so obviously a woman. She held my right hand, still; my left lay clenched at my side, wanting to reach out and…maybe put a hand on her hip, her waist?

“Hey so sooorrrrry for all the big boobie posts this morning, mentioning you in them…” she said, calling up the several new Instagrams where she’d tagged me, earlier. Her eyes sparkled as she watched me remember them: woof. “…unless you liked them? <giggle!>.”

Like I said,: woof. A teenage Melissa, in her Hooters uniform, was the one that really stuck with me, and yes she had named me in it. Just three days ago, for sure, that would have made me squirm: more fuel for Sheryl, another nail in the coffin in which she intended to bury me. But now? The marriage was dead and gone, so…

“You looked super pretty…” I admitted, speaking without thinking but heart cranking up into another gear as I saw her shiver. She giggled again, and pressed my right hand to her, to her trim, fit abdomen. 

It was my turn, now, to shiver, my hand now on her, innocent but intimate. We were more-than-obviously alone, still, and the electricity in the air between us seemed to crackle. 

“Say that again…” she said, her voice dropping an octave, her eyes boring down into mine. She inched a breadth closer. 

“You l-looked gorgeous,” I admitted, “in all of them…”

“Oh my god…” she groaned, and backed me up into the counter behind me; I felt it in my lower back. Her voice dropped further and though now a whisper, she sounded half-overcome. “I can send more…”

Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus Jesus Jesus. 

I broke her gaze, looked to my left. The door to the hallway, where outside the practice buzzed with people, was wide open. We can’t do this, here…

“M-M-Melissa?” I stammered, gathering every kernel of strength I had rattling around in my bones as I looked back up at her, my free hand now on the counter behind me for support, gripping it white-knuckled. “L-let’s keep it…professional?” 

I saw it, in her eyes: it was hard for her, too. But she knew it - this was the right thing to do, here in the office. She removed my hand from her midsection and - in a sudden show of sentiment - brought it to her lips, kissed the back of my fingers. She watched my eyes flutter, seeing my reaction to her affection and - patting it with demure  tenderness  - gave my hand back to me. “Sure, yes, of course, professional,” she smiled, voice warm, “we both have work to do. I’ve got piles of paperwork, you have patients. And don’t forget your videochat with Gianna, about the study, in an hour…”  

Did I know about that? I was a little confused, obviously, too caught up in the moment to remember anything like my schedule. “Fine fine okay…” 

“But professional, yes - until Friday?” she asked, eyes sparkling with anticipation that we now both, too obviously, shared: what could happen between us, on Friday, away at last from everything that had been obstacles?

“Y-y-yeah….” I agreed, the hours that separated this moment from our date - dinner at the end of the week - now seeming endless, like there were too many of them, “…f-friday.” “Friday it is,” she echoed, biting her lip, tucking a thick lock of her long, dark hair behind her left ear. She reached down, straightened my collar. “Then I can be gorgeous for you,” she continued, her voice thick with promise, adding, “…and I’ll have you all to myself.”

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[wheredafandomat]

Please don’t take my sunshine away ☀️

Driving back to the compound, y/n’s face was illuminated by the orange rays radiating from the setting sun. She squinted slightly as she lowered the mirror to try and shield herself from it. Despite her tiredness and her bruises, she still wore the beautifulest smile on her face. She always did. The smile that was only reserved for him. Loki and y/n could have just taken the quinjet, but no, they enjoyed the drive back. They enjoyed each other’s company. The stories they’d exchange, the subtle glances, the stifled laughter, the accidental skin contact, they both lived for it. They didn’t ever explicitly tell each other their feelings but it was obvious to everyone else on the team. The fact that they worked exceptionally well together ensured that they’d always go on the small missions together, alone.

Loki watched y/n intently as she turned the radio on and starting drumming on the steering wheel. She looked oddly jovial as a certain song came on. Loki found himself in awe as she started singing.

“The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms”

Noticing Loki’s starring, y/n’s eyes flicked from the road to him and back on the road before she started laughing.

“What?” She questioned smiling to herself.

“What are you doing?” Loki asked trying to suppress his own smile.

“Singing” she replied cheerfully.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey”

“Well can you stop” he laughed trying his hardest to project annoyance.

“Ahh shush, you love my singing” she joked before singing even louder

“You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away!”

“Insufferable” Loki muttered knowing that he had succeeded. He knew that by trying to quiet her, she’d only sing louder. He revelled in it.

As the journey continued, they started recalling old memories. It was something y/n liked to do and Loki liked it because she liked it, especially given the circumstances. They spoke about the time that Thor took them all to Asgard. Y/n, Loki and the rest of the Avengers were all sitting around a table whilst Thor introduced his friends, the warriors three. Loki nudged y/n under the table and gestured for the door. When all attention was on Thor, they made a beeline for the door and left. Grabbing her hand, Loki directed y/n to the royal Gardens where there were a plethora of flowers. The luminous garden was filled with the aroma of a midgardian spring. It was utopia.

The sun was just about to set when y/n pulled over to watch the daylight pour into the night. They both got out of the car near the top of a hill and sat on the bonnet, eyes trained on the sky.

“Why did you choose this?” Y/n asked, still looking at the sky “the song on the radio? Today?”

“Because that was your song and this day was one we treasured” he replied solemnly as he turned to face her.

“I am sorry.” She said, lowering her gaze.

“Would you say it, just one last time, please.” He almost pleaded.

“Of course, today was the day I first said it was it not.” She chuckled before turning to him “Loki, I love you.” She smiled.

“I love you too.” He said through tear stained eyes as he looked into hers “you can go now y/n, it’s alright, you can go.” He uttered holding her hand.

In the same moment, he was letting it go as he opened his eyes, looking down at y/n’s lifeless body in the hospital bed, thanking the Norns that he was able to grant her one last trip down memory lane. His sunshine was gone.

A/N: ERM WHATS THIS AND WHY IS IT IN MY DRAFTS. NOW IM GONNA CRY. I always write some random thing at like 4 AM and never post it. I’ve got like 7 chapters of a school AU where the avengers are teachers that I haven’t posted because it’s so random 😂😂

[chaseatinydream]

pirate king (72) || atz

You curse aloud.

“Oh dear, how crass.” The quartermaster shakes his head, his face bears a disappointed expression. You snarl when his fingers reach out to tug your face upwards, snap at them with your teeth. Someone hits you across the back hard.

“Chin Hae!” Hongjoong gasps. You cough, stars swimming in your vision, turning around to glare at the burly man towering over you with a roughly hewn oar - a clear culprit. For all your bravado, though, there’s a sinking feeling in your chest. The Treasure is nowhere to be seen.

The two of you are, for a lack of better expression, totally fucked.

“Just returning the favour for kidnapping us.” Your words leave your mouth as a angry hiss. The quartermaster only laughs, the sound like wind rustling over dry grass. It’s like poison wrapped in sugar. You don’t like it.

“I must apologise.” To your surprise, he holds out a hand, gestures to the crew. “Untie the lady. This is unacceptable treatment of such an important guest.”

Important guest? The words echo in your mind, but before you can make sense of them, there’s a hand roughly yanking you to your feet, slicing through the coarse ropes like water. Instantly you rub at your chaffed wrists, feeling the skin sting at your touch. Exactly how long have you been out for?

“What about my captain?” You demand lowly, cautious now. There must be a reason why he’s treating you like this, and you’re desperate to find out. Maybe you could find a way to negotiate your way out of this. Maybe you could find a way to save your captain. Maybe-

“Ahh, no, the pirate king stays wrapped up for now. I apologise for the discomfort, your majesty.” The words he directs at your captain are light and airy, yet they carry more impact than that of a loaded musket. Spiteful chuckles ring out from behind you at their quartermaster’s obvious jab, and your one hand clenches into a tight fist.

“Why did you kidnap us?” You demand, folding your arms across your chest to conceal the trembling in your fingers. The quartermaster merely tilts one corner of his mouth up in a smile, taking a seat on a chair that one of his crew must have brought out for him.

“Apart from the fact that two of you were clearly sneaking about on my ship?” You scowl, eyes darkening in response to the velvet smooth confidence in his voice. “Perhaps you don’t know how things work here, but anyone who steps on board this ship is mine.” His slate grey eyes only seem to reflect your image when you look into them, like the sheen coming off wet glass. You’re stepping on thin glass here. “Everyone here, from every slave who breathes to every member of this crew, their lives belong to me.”

Ghostly fingers almost seem to brush down your spine. There’s something chilling about the way he says it, with so much conviction, how behind him his crew nods in agreement, murmuring amongst themselves. He’s dangerously charismatic, you can feel it, for all his warped way of thinking.

“That’s not what I was asking.” You retort, desperate to get rid of the cold that has seemed to settle over you. “I was asking why you kidnapped us instead of killing us. It was a trap the entire time, wasn’t it? You want us alive for something, don’t you?”

“Chin Hae-” Your captain tries to speak, but a pirate simply fists his across the cheek and you nearly scream in horror, moving towards him when a rough hand catches you by the wrist, grip of iron firmly locking you in place.

“Captain-” You cry out, but the quartermaster merely shushes you with a finger over his lips, watching your captain spit on the deck, red staining the wooden boards.

“Don’t you know that it is poor manners to interrupt a lady when she’s talking?” He asks, voice charmingly soft, numbingly terrifying. Your captain gives him a look so dark that even you shiver in response, but the quartermaster merely ignores him, turning back to you with a pure smile painted across his face as if the little fiasco never happened. “What made you think that way?”

You force yourself to speak, tripping over words more than you’d like to.

“All of it was a trap, from how your crew was talking in the taverns to how little guards there were on your ship.” The answer spills out like water from a broken jar and the quartermaster nods approvingly. “How intelligent of you. Then, surely, you should be able to figure out the answer to your own question?”

You’ve known the answer since the second you’ve awoken, but you didn’t want to accept it. The mere thought of it terrifies you, of what it could mean for both you and your captain, but running away from it won’t help you in this situation.

You swallow. “... because we’re more valuable to you alive than dead.”

“Hit the nail right on the head.” The quartermaster’s voice is a silky whisper now. Hongjoong gasps behind you, and you know that he’s realised it too. “The Royal Navy-”

“Not so fast, little king.” The quartermaster shakes his head. “We’re only in it for the gold. We wouldn’t work with the bad guys. Pirates’ honor, am I right?”

You’re trembling. “How much?”

“Your captain? A pretty price of seven hundred gold pieces. Truly befitting the pirate king of the seas.” His gaze slides over to you, and a chill runs down your spine. “You, however... are a rare treasure indeed.”

“How much?” You repeat, voice a little louder, edged with something near panic. You’re not sure if you want to know the answer. “How much are they offering for me-”

“Two thousand.”

You’re not sure if you’ve heard wrong. Two thousand gold pieces is completely insane, enough to allow a person to live several lifetimes over in luxury. It’s enough to start a business, to become an aristocrat, anything! You haven’t even done anything to the Royal Navy, so why are they willing to pay so much for you?

“It seems that you weren’t even aware of your own worth, little jewel.” The quartermaster comments, but you don’t even hear him. Everything drowns out into white noise, and he lifts one hand to brush a strand of your hair back. “Every pirate is scrambling to find you now. Even if you are under the care of the one and only pirate king, who can possibly resist two thousand gold pieces? We are pirates, you know.”

“Get your filthy hands off her-” Hongjoong snaps, lunging for you, but the same pirate smashes the flat of his oar into your captain’s side and he crashes to the deck hard, wheezing painfully. You’re not sure if he’s broken a few ribs, but the two of you are utterly helpless in this situation now.

It’s inevitable, really. There’s no way to escape.

“Why?”

The quartermaster blinks, the smile faltering just a little. “Why?”

“Why did you do all those things to Wooyoung?” If you’re going to die, you at least want an answer. You don’t know why it matters so much to you, right now, even at this moment, but you’ve decided to stop thinking so much. “You said every member of the crew belongs to you, and yet, you seem to only treat him that way. Why?”

Silence, like a slow inhale. The quartermaster looks at you, and smiles.

“Because he was pretty, so I wanted him to belong to me.”

What?

You don’t realise you’ve said that aloud until the quartermaster rises from his seat, takes a step closer. The look in his eyes shine now, the same way they did when he’d called Wooyoung pet back in Tortuga. It’s at that moment you realise that this man is wrong, mind twisted beyond belief. The fact that he thinks people can belong to him is preposterous in and of itself.

“That’s ridiculous-” You begin to say, but the quartermaster ignores you, smiling so softly and so chillingly that the sea breeze seems to drop in temperature.

“I broke him because I loved him.” He’s almost singing now, and you’re terrified by the gentle look in his eyes, more than if he’d been enraged or furious. “He’s broken into little pieces and each crack has me written all over it. Even when those women tried to break him, in the end he was already broken for me! He belongs to me, don’t you understand?”

“You’re messed up.” You say slowly, unable to believe your own ears. The quartermaster merely hums, the most expressive you’ve seen him, a smile dancing across his face.

“Even when he left the ship, he was never really be free from me. I killed the coward that let him be taken, that fool of a captain.” The quartermaster sighs, stroking the key around his neck like its a lover’s token. “And now that I’ve stolen the two people that matter the most to him, I’ll live engraved in his heart forever.”

You open your mouth to speak, disgusted, but before you can, your captain cuts in.

“Wooyoung is one of my crew.” The quartermaster stills almost instantly, but your captain keeps talking. “Perhaps you don’t know how things work here,” he says, throwing the man’s words back at him, “but I only allow my crew to be part of one ship.”

The quartermaster whirls around to stare at your captain, voice dangerously soft. “What did you say?”

“I said, Wooyoung is my head gunner. Not yours. And he will never be yours ever again.” A chuckle leaves his bloodied lips. “You may have left cracks, but he’s more than capable of patching himself up. In time, you’ll be nothing more than a bad memory to him.”

Silence.

“How dare you.” The quartermaster murmurs, the one hand dragging roughly through his hair the only indicator of how agitated he is. “Wooyoung belongs to me. Mine, he’s mine.”

His gaze falls on you, and suddenly, his eyes light up. “I’ll make him mine again. I’ll carve myself so deep into his heart that he’ll never forget me.”

What on earth is wrong with this man?

“I was going to turn you in, my lady,” Suddenly, he’s behind you before you can even move, and you startle in shock to realise that he’s yanking your arms together tightly and binding them with rope from the elbows down to the wrists. You struggle, try to break free, but they’re done too tight and you can’t even move an inch.

“Bring me the old anchor.” The quartermaster demands and your mouth falls open in horror, attempting to struggle more, but the crew behind you holds you tightly in place. Another pirate drags what appears to be a broken stone anchor over to you by a long chain, but it’s only when they begin to tie the anchor to your ankles that you realise what they’re doing.

“Wait-” You try to say, but no words will come out. Air itself claws its way from your lungs but never leaves your throat, trapped there like a fluttering, dying bird.

“Let her go!” Hongjoong howls, thrashing against his captors, and your eyes only meet his blankly in terror. He redoubles his efforts to strain free, but it’s simply impossible, and the quartermaster finishes securing the stone weight to your legs. Both are bound tightly together, and you won’t be able to struggle even if you wanted to.

A pirate grabs you around the waist and lifts you up.

You’re going to die. You’re really going to die. You’re going to die.

“You took my most precious crew member from me.” The quartermaster whispers to Hongjoong softly, and your captain screams, trying to pull himself free. “An eye for an eye, pirate king. I want you to know that this was all your fault.”

He steps over to you with a smile, patting down your chains even as you struggle.

“I’ll definitely stay in his heart now.” He murmurs fondly, eyes unfocused and you tremble, shaking so hard you can hear the chains rattling. “To show my gratitude to you for sacrificing your life to help me,” The quartermaster pulls the key from around his neck, and your eyes immediately fixate on the tiny piece of silver dangling in front of you. “You came aboard to get this, am I right?”

You don’t want it. Not like this, not when it’ll never reach Wooyoung. Not when it’ll join your cold, still body on the ocean floor for centuries. You don’t want to die.

He strides to the side of the ship, overlooking the sea. Your breath catches in your throat when you see him raise the key, before he flings it into the sea, a glint of metal sparkling in the sunlight before it vanishes into the waves.

He turns to you with a bright smile. “I’ll help you get it.”

And then the only sensation you know is falling, your eyes meeting your captain’s for the last time, watching his lips part in a scream as he lunges towards you, and you hope your eyes can convey all you’ve ever wanted to say to him.

“I’m sorry. I’m thankful. I love you.”

You hit the waves, and all you know is drowning.

[jellicle-jemmy]

Here is part 2 of my CATS (2019) thoughts that I wrote when I watched the movie for the first time 2 years ago!

Beautiful Ghosts

Francesca you’re doing wonderful sweetie

You’re obviously not a trained singer, but for the purpose of your character’s plot point and reason to be singing it fits so perfectly

Though the arc of beloning with the jellicles came too fast and too soon in the film

She should’ve sung verse 1, chorus, verse 2 and maybe another chorus now and then the bridge later in the film

Moments of Happiness

Judi Dench no

Bring in Syllabub

That is all

Dialogue Interlude

Okay I didn’t mind this bit

However Victoria had already had the arc that she belongs with the Jellicles so her apprehension didn’t make sense

Gus The Theatre Cat

Does ALW suddenly have something against duets?

God Bless Ian McKellen but this number was really quite bleh

I did notice Skimbles putting his tap shoes on side stage

Would’ve been cuter if Misto did the duet with him

Magic Misto boy was cute at the end tho

WHY SO MUCH YOWLING THO??!!

That “I could do it again” comment was a nice nod though

I’m still not entirely sure how Macavity makes Gus disappear but alright then

Skimbleshanks

This is another number that I really enjoyed

Munkymoo again ur doing so good

Also ur little duet with your daughter syllabub - I saw that and I loved it

Tap dancing skimbles is not something i thought i’d like, but I did really like it

It was a really fun number

How they got to the traintracks, idk but ya know what who cares

Thinking about it now, the transition from the tracks to carriage, I’m just imagining like several minutes of awkward silence as they all shuffle onto a carriage and then “5, 6, 7, 8-″ and the number continues

Plato and Socrates being the guard asking about the tea was adorable

It took everything in me to not shout “WEAK OR STRONG”

Also not totally hating on Skimbles redesign

Deadass though, 2019!Skimbles X 2019! Jenny wouldn’t work

But yeah this is a fun number

OKAY NOW SKIMBLES IS A FAIRY FLYER OKAY THEN

He Jay Jay Jetplaned right up there huh

All the other kidnapping, Macavity put actual effort, but Skimbles just went fwoop fwoop fwoop up into the sky

Macavity The Mystery Cat

Okay

Okay then

Here we go

Taylor Swift

This number would actually be good if the CGI didn’t look appalling and Taylor Swift wasn’t singing like that

It’s so breathy and weak wtf

Are you trying to be sexy? That ain’t sexy hun. That ain’t it cheif

Low key want a bedazzled thing that says catnip ngl

This choreography is really.... somethin’

Honestly, the best thing about this number was the cinema’s horrified gasps when nakey nakey macavity showed up

Listen listen, mac’s appearance wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t look like he had oil on him, rather than fur!! longer fur please i beg of you

shortest short hair in the history of the world

ALSO DRUGGING OF THE CATS

WTF

The catnip looks like fireflies from hell

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer being Bomba’s assistants? Gold. Love it

Why didn’t you do more with Griddlebone? Why didn’t you do more with Griddlebone?!

I never needed to see Taylor Swift and Oiled Up Idris Elba as cats dancing, let alone up a staircase straight from a 1940′s Broadway Musical

Kidnapping Interlude

Dooch (Old Doot Dench) really just said “access denied”

“I judge a cat on his soul” “he has soul!” “i’ve got plenty of soul”

The way that Lonz (???) and Munk all but flying over to M&R - fuckig superb you funky protectors

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer you wonderful chaotic dumbasses what did you think was going to happen

All of the contestants tied up? Yeah okay. Skimbles looks like he’s suffocating and everyone else is just fine with it I guess?

“Walk the plank”

Magical Mr Mistofelees

In case y’all haven’t heard, Laurie Davidson aka Mr Mistofelees is babey

Who is biting on Misto’s hat?

Also Syllabub you are so into this and I love it!

I’m about to say something controversial please don’t come for me - I think it worked that Munk and Misto were singing Mr Mistofelees

Who needs a hype man when you’ve got the Jellicle Tribe?

Cass’ face is a mood and a half and I high key want a gif of it

Victoria’s faith in him is beautiful

Oh no I’m shipping them

oh no

that wasn’t part of the plan

Syllabub you are literally the most fascinated out of the whole group and I adore you so damn much

The summoning attempts went on maybe a little bit too long and there wasn’t as much theatrics about as I had hoped

The happiness on the Jellicles faces is wholesome as heck though - especially Munk and also Tugger

And then misto flew and honestly I am so proud of him

He is my son! Look at my son go!

Also the ending bit with Vic and Misto dancing together in the middle for some reason gave me flashbacks to the end of the Greatest Showman

But very cute

Memory (Reprise)

Let’s first of all address the elephant in the room: I am still furious that they gave Syllabub/Jemima’s roles to Victoria and that definitely showed while I was watching it BUT-

I don’t think it would’ve worked in the film if Syllabub sang those bits

Syllabub works in the show, not the movie

Ummmm why is Victoria touching Griz before the “touch me” line???

Everyone’s - especially Munk’s - distaste for Griz as Vic leads her in was just really good and I liked it

The reprise is better than the original

The way that Cassandra’s expressions and actions change, especially during this number really makes it seem like she is the daughter of Griz and deadass I’m here for it

Still mad about Syllabub’s not getting to sing her but but it’s fiiiiiiine i guessss

Also there is a shot of Syllabub and Demeter together somewhere during this scene and I 1) don’t care that they don’t look anything alike and 2) don’t know who I have to sell my soul to but I will find it and treasure it

MUNK CRYING HURT MY SOUL AND HEART OF HEARTS

THAT’S NOT OKAY

NOT AT ALL

MY HEART IS ACHING

Macavity Battle

What the heck is this? It’s epic music that our pal Munkystripes uses to fight Mr Macaroni but it’s... a comedy?

“Don’t mess with the crazy cat lady” Rebel why

Also why did jenny unzip herself again i didn’t like it the first time, why is it even worse in the second but

oop Macavity’s not there

Ahh the use of the Firefrorefiddle line to scare Growltiger off, I genuinely adore

Journey to the Heaviside Layer

Ughh those harmonies always get me going

Again I am all eyes on Sillabub

I wondered how they were going to do the ascension into the heaviside layer

Not like that

Not like that

Chandelier and hot air balloon............oooookay then

All the cats on the lion being happy to see their kidnapped pals was genuinely sweet

Also Syllabub got to stand with all like the other named cats, and not with the ensemble which makes my heart happy

Macavity wtf

The Addressing of Cats

God, I really do ship Mistoria in this film huh? Was the plotline rushed? Yes. Does my hopeless romantic heart care? Nope!

Dooch really just went 😐 huh

I hate it

No

Nope.

The adressing of cats should be a final part of the ceremony not a fucking fourth wall break jesus christ

Okay, but Munk’s reaction when Dooch started talking about food

hhhhh Babey

Though if Dooch could stop staring into my soul, that’d be appreciated

“I believe you are a Jellicle Cat - a dear little cat”

I liked that line for two reasons. 1) It is a nod to the origin to the phrase “Jellicle cat”. 2) It makes me think that that is the only true qualifications to be a Jellicle, making Victoria undoubtedly a Jellicle because have you seen her??

Was that final shot of the balloon necessary?

[potatosoldier]

Are you still there? /Part 6/

I sat quietly in our barrack in Camp Shanks, New York City. It was so surreal that tomorrow we would be going to set our foot out from our home country. It made all of this so sickeningly real 

Skip who had just been laughing with Penk and Don, decided to plop next to me onto my bunk.

 “Ahh!”

And in the process bump me onto the floor. The shocked look on his face was too hilarious. “Sorry, sorry, fuck sorry Bambi”, he mutters as he scurries up and helps me once again to plop next to him.

I giggle softly and shake my head. “Don’t worry Skip”,I pat his head gently as he too chuckles. Then he turns more serious and makes it clear that he wants to have a more private conversation. We both turn so that we are on our sides facing each other, with our hands under our heads like sleeping children. Luckily being private wasn’t that hard in the noise the men were making. 

“you seemed pretty bummed about getting the pass to the city”, he starts softly. “I mean you don’t drink, and you usually spend the free time in the base anyway. I’m just curious to what was so special now?”, He finishes. I sigh. I could lie to him and make up a believable story about how I wanted to see the city before stepping out, or then I could be true to him the way he has always been to me. 

“I was going to spend time with my husband”, I whisper. His eyes widen at my confession. “He’s here?”, he whispers urgently. I nod, my heart racing so hard it feels like it’s on run to my mouth. I gulp and reach into my shirt where lies a ring on a chain with my cross. And on the ring there is a small engraving of my husbands name. 

I gently take the chain off and pass the ring to him. He takes a little time to inspect it and get his eyes work in the bad lighting. Then his eyes widen and mouth opens. I quickly jump up and slam my hand onto his mouth. 

“What the hell are you two doing?”, comes the voice of George Luz. I turn sharply and grab my ring away from Skip. “Talking”, I answer quickly. He just raises his brows and blows out some smoke. Then makes a face and nods. I turn back to Skip with a serious expression and mouth: “No ONE”

He just grins and smiles. “Not gonna have my Bambi thrown to the wolves”, he says tenderly and boops my nose. I breath out and smile back. It felt good to let it out. Skip was so dear to me, it always felt so wrong to keep lying to him. 

It also felt very odd to be sleeping with the men. I was now officially put into their barracks. Sink’s orders: “You’re familiar now, safe to start blending in.” And it was true, I felt more in touch with the men now. Even if Bill laughed at me because I was too scared to come down from the top bed of a bunk bed. Which lead to Bull gently lifting me down:

“There we go ma’am safely on the ground”

“Please, if I ever get a daughter, let them marry a gentleman with your manners”

I take a hold of Don’s watch and see it’s already 7.30. Shoot, I need to find Joe. “Joe!”, I shout and in my turn plop down onto his bed, like the true lady I am sitting with my posture perfect and ankles crossed. 

“Ye ready to go, Bambi?”, he asks and I nod. He slowly gets up and stretches his back. “Well off with us then”. And so he starts singing once again. A strangely pleasant and soothing sound.

I had asked Joe to escort me to the officers barracks tonight. I wanted to see Dick before we leave. If this was the last time I saw him, I didn’t want it to be just a brief tender moment. 

Once we made it to Dick’s barrack, he was already sitting on the steps with his garrison cap on and the dress greens too. I was still in my skirt, but the cap and the hobby jacket were long forgotten. 

“Thank you, Joe”, Dick nods to Joe as a dismissal. “My pleasure lieutenant”, Joe smiles and takes off. I turn to my husband with a tender grin. 

“I’ve missed you”, I whisper and put my hand on his abdomen. Just to soothe me that he’s actually there. 

“We’ve been together most of the day”; he chuckles. I shake my head still smiling. “Not like we used to be”, I whisper a little strained. His brows furrow as he brushes my hair behind me ear. He then sighs and cups my face kissing me longingly. 

His lips are always so, so warm and soft. The warmth and softness wasn’t the concrete feeling maybe, but it was the feeling that brushed my heart. I didn’t notice the tears streaming down my face before he pulled back. My hands were still around his waist, and his now cupping my neck. 

“Don’t cry, darling, not right now”, he whispers and kisses my tears away gently. “We should probably go a little further, someone could walk here any minute”, he then adds. 

I nod and give him a small kiss onto his adam’s apple, before moving to grasp his arm. Moments like this reminded me so much of our first meeting, well first time we actually got the words out of our mouths. 

3rd of May 1936

It was an early morning as Sonja Savolainen was smiling and singing in front of a group of young girls who were singing along with her. They all had their hymnals and catechisms out and smiles on their faces.

Sonja was only 18 and now substituting her aunt as a Sunday school teacher. She was a young, timid girl with a sharp head on her shoulders. Teaching the small girls during the Sunday service was something she thrived on. She was always very lonely with the people her age, not really having the will to socialize, the courage chat and having a strange accent to go and to top that a strong interest in education and research, had quickly left her the odd one out. 

Her mother had always said that she is too curious for her own good, but Sonja never saw it as a flaw. She wanted to learn more about everything, and she dreamed of a husband who would support her and be ready to built a whole corner of the world just for them. 

She was as pure and proper as a young lady could be. She worked hard in her parents farm, she rarely cursed and tutored children. All in all, she was a kind human being. But with the standards she set for herself, she ended up being self-destructive. 

“Alright, alright, children. We can sing more next week, I will still be here. Ms. Miller will come back soon, I promise”, she grins. All the eight girls were so sweet, and such dedicated little things. There was this one girl Lena, who had hard time reading, but Sonja promised to tutor her on Friday nights while she still was in Lancaster. In a months time she would be going back to Ham Lake, Minnesota. 

Slowly the girls get picked up by their parents. Sonja getting numerous hugs from the children and thanks from grateful mothers and fathers. And bless Lena’s mother who had brought her a small piece of raisin bread as thanks for her teaching. 

Now only ones left in the room were Sonja and small six-year-old Ann Winters. “Ann, darling, isn’t your mother picking you up?”,Sonja asks softly and kneels next to the still brightly smiling girl. Ann cutely shows her teeth as she giggles. “No, Ms.Sonja. my big brother will come though, he’s probybly lost.” Sonja smiles and almost giggles at the way the girl pronounces probably. 

“Well we shall wait for him, I’ll stay with you until he finds his way. Maybe you can draw him a map for the next time?”,she chuckles. 

“ohh, It can be like a treasure map, ‘cept the treasure is me”, Ann giggles making Sonja’s heart warm with her adorable little idea. 

“What a sweet treasure you are”, she says and taps the little girls nose. Their chat is interrupted by a knock on the door. Sonja quickly rises and goes to open it. 

“Hello, you...m-must be Ann’s brother”, Sonja almost whispers the last part as she looks at the man before her. There stands a tall, red-headed man with the softest blue eyes. Sonja bites her lip, he was stunning. 

Richard almost as red as his hair, as he looks at the woman. He was never the most confident with girls and he hadn’t expected his sister’s Sunday school teacher to be a pretty young lady. 

“I-I am, ma’am. Richard Winters”, he says and offers his hand. Sonja takes it smiling softly “Sonja Savolainen, please come in”, she almost whispers again. His hand is so warm and big, in contrast to her own small and as her brother said it, delicate, but chubby hands. 

Ann almost screams as she sees Richard. Richard grins and helps his sister get dressed and takes her catechism for safety keeping. “Dick, imma make you a big big map, and you will find big big me!”, she giggles enthusiastically. Sonja’s heart pumps so fast as she looks at the man. He is so calm so soothing, at least from the five seconds she’s interacted with him. 

“Forgive me ma’am for keeping you waiting, is there anything I could help with?”, he asks as he takes Ann’s hand and tries to keep her from jumping to the roof. Sonja really can’t stop her heart from jumping like Ann. 

“oh, no no , Ann is a very well behaved girl. It was a pleasure”,she says and starts to gather her own things. “off you two go, I can manage”, she finishes. Richard smiles at her softly. His own heart beating so fast that he cannot get the words to of “thank you, truly” out from his mouth. 

“Goo’bye Ms.Sonja!” Ann says and waves. Richard smiles and offers his free hand to shake again. “Thank you ma’am, we-we will probably see each other again”, he gulps. Sonja bites her lip again and takes his hand. 

“Lets hope so”, she says and then blushes blood red. Why did she have to say that. My god, why did she have to be so forward. Richard takes one look at her warm chocolate eyes again, nods and then takes off with his little sister. 

The moment their eyes had met, their souls were bound. 

Present

I grin stupidly at the memory. We finally find a dark corner where we can sit and talk in peace. We take a seat on this big rock with our arms still wrapped together. 

“You alright?”, he whispers as he looks at my grin. I nod and cup his cheek with my free hand. “You seem to be awfully in your head tonight”, he then adds. 

“Just thinking of you”, I answer and giggle as he still after all this years manages to blush. “Do you think that the lot we were looking at could be free in a couple years?”, I suddenly ask. He shrugs.

“If we get enough money from here, we can start making an offer”, he says quietly. “But we still need some money to built the house, so we’d still have to live in the barn.” I can see the pain in his eyes as he says those words. 

I smile at him tenderly now stroking his brow and take his garrison cap off. “I don’t really care, the barracks are even more uncomfortable. And in the barn I’ll have you”, I try to soothe. He smiles a little strained as he seems too to be deep in thought. 

“I did carry you over that threshold”, he says. I give him a sound kiss. “yes, you did”, I grin. 

Then his face turns grim. “And next time I carried you we were both covered in your blood”, he swallows. My grin fades and the tears try to gather again. I shake my head and kiss him softly again. I leave my face so close to his that our noses are touching. “I’m still here, Richie, and no one is taking me away”, I whisper. He presses his forehead against mine strongly and closes his eyes. 

He then presses his lips to mine with urgency. He maneuvers me so that I’m sitting sideways on his lap, his hands firmly supporting my waist. I deepen the kiss and press as close to him as physically possible with our clothing on. His other hand goes to cup the back of my head as I tangle my hands into his fire red hair. 

It feels so good to kiss him, to feel his arms around me. But it’s torture, because I want him, I need him. And this was only stoking the already existing fire. 

 When he pulls away I can see his pained face. 

“I-I need you, but I can’t do this. Not like this”, he says his voice rough, his bedroom voice. I can feel him against me. It all makes me so needy that I almost feel ashamed. It would, if I didn’t love this man as a part of my soul. 

And that’s how we sit. For an hour and a half. Trying to calm ourselves, softly talking, kissing and praying. 

@iilovemusic12us​

[mantrabay]

Sunday Morning Joggers.

Goodness, I nearly lost my balance in the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.

“Be careful, Hunter.

A dramatic otherworldly start to our long cherished goal of novel writing?”

Doing it as we take our usual Sunday route.”

Hazel, partner of thirty years laughed cordially in that gentle teasing manner.

She was a lecturer in advanced computer technology on recess.

I’m a high level maths and maths physics teacher.

“Let us concentrate on that work.

The one with the characters we meet every Sunday when we jog together.”

Today was as good a day as any.

“Hazel, it will be great fun taking notes.

This stop and stare couple if you will.

Both of us have good memories which is a plus.”

My notebook felt slippery as I shuffled it in an awkward inner pocket.

A damp but warm day with periodic sunshine and that whooshing gust at our backs was now in full swing.

“We’ll record car drones, the snap of brittle branches, and folk that chatter in markets.

Most likely as we wend our way round town.

In spurts, let’s say.”

Hazel’s ethereal persona at play.

“May noises from nature and the human world be those faceless characters.”

Hunter did comment as we breathe heavily whilst continuing to run.

“It will be unorthodox and add mystique to boot.”

We kept up this magic dialogue as we cut across a damp moisture- laden path beside the nearest granite stone shelter.

Children’s swings and slides in the local fun park an attraction no doubt.

All those kids began to wave at us.

Pausing intermittently was an integral part of a hazy morning trot.

“Oh Hunter, it’s your birthday tomorrow.

You’ll never guess what surprise I have in store.”

Hazel, lover of the gentle hint.

“Sounds mysterious. Looking forward to it.”

Hunter said archly.

Hazel and I had this energy burst against the backdrop of a threatening weather front that could scowl any minute.

We were engulfed by our environment partly in fear, partly for inspiration.

Deep gulps of air with great urgency would force an eager nose rub and cheek peck.

“Ahh, that feels good. Bet you feel the same.”

Hazel romantically.

A car passes as we continue.

The driver waves in this bizarre manner.

An unknown figure that somehow senses our denouement.

There had been downpours the night before and occasional pools to avoid.

“Wonderful scenery here. Look at those gravity defying droops and spectral tints from exotic

border plants.”

Hazel observes.

“Yes, colourful foundation for that piece done on the run so to speak.”

Hunter grins at his potent words.

There was ample food for thought in this jogger’s path.

The verges on the fringe of each footpath were covered in grass tufts that flicker, that cavort about at a south-east breeze’s whim.

Haywire blackcap raspberry brambles whose overlap tentacles spread across every mound or patch.

Star-shaped brown leaves veiled cover for those sharp spines that protrude.

Us madagascan parrots continue our early dash as the clouds overhead weave an enigmatic contour in azure blue skies.

Curiously enough this self-same enchanting cloud miscellany fiddles and skirts over rusty rooftops and mountain peaks that beguile the human eye.

“Amazing isn’t it at this juncture in our lives?

A treasure trove, scenic amethyst penchant for metaphor.”

Hunter to Hazel as a cue to elemental plot or seamless banter.

“Oh, a chorus from Nirvana's opulent far reaches.

Glorious cacophony, revelation from congo bay owl, singing dark-eyed junco, baltimore oriole, northern mockingbird to name but a few.”

Hazel animatedly.

“Soundscapes beyond our imaginations ignited by summer saline rushes.

Bird assembly perch like elfs on a rainbow eucalyptus.”

Hunter and Hazel now in awe at creatures who mesmerize at random.

“Don’t worry, I have my smart phone switched on.

I’ll capture most of it.”

Hazel now speaking.

It was not the only alluring feature on this mysterious though regular odyssey for us.

Between notes and new recordings the whiff of Bombay mix recipes from an nearby market began to take hold.

“Pumpkin seed baps on spits, reek of sesame oil, aromatic seasoning that wafts everywhere.

We could use some.”

Hazel wryly whilst we attempt to dodge muddy waters from last night’s shower.

“Oh your gift.

I had a chat last Friday with this publisher my best friend recommended.

Our story outline went down well.

They’ll commit that potential script to memory.

And would like to have exploratory talks tomorrow afternoon.”

Hunter was thunderstruck.

“You never really told me.”

Our boundless amusement interrupted now by a car that drove through one of the pools splashing us,

the hologram notepad lines, Hazel’s cell-phone which fell to the ground.

Unfortunately the screen was now beyond use.

“Dear me. We’ll have to start from scratch.

An upgrade was due on my phone anyway.”

Hazel the philosophical one.

Within seconds the driver reversed to offer his apologies.

“Didn’t I see you all before? I’m so sorry.

I have to rush home to finish this report. Deadline Monday.

Sincerely hope I didn’t wet or destroy anything valuable.”

He said contritely.

“Nothing important. Not in the long run!”

Hazel sighs.

“Guess we’ll have to jog our memories.”

Hunter whispers in an ironic voice.

Photograph and literary piece copyright protected mantrabay

[kneipho]

Submitted by: @mantrabay

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Sunday Mornung Joggers.

Goodness, I nearly lost my balance in the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.

“Be careful, Hunter.

A dramatic otherworldly start to our long cherished goal of novel writing?”

Doing it as we take our usual Sunday route.”

Hazel, partner of thirty years laughed cordially in that gentle teasing manner.

She was a lecturer in advanced computer technology on recess.

I’m a high level maths and maths physics teacher.

“Let us concentrate on that work.

The one with the characters we meet every Sunday when we jog together.”

Today was as good a day as any.

“Hazel, it will be great fun taking notes.

This stop and stare couple if you will.

Both of us have good memories which is a plus.”

My notebook felt slippery as I shuffled it in an awkward inner pocket.

A damp but warm day with periodic sunshine and that whooshing gust at our backs was now in full swing.

“We’ll record car drones, the snap of brittle branches, and folk that chatter in markets.

Most likely as we wend our way round town.

In spurts, let’s say.”

Hazel’s ethereal persona at play.

“May noises from nature and the human world be those faceless characters.”

Hunter did comment as we breathe heavily whilst continuing to run.

“It will be unorthodox and add mystique to boot.”

We kept up this magic dialogue as we cut across a damp moisture- laden path beside the nearest granite stone shelter.

Children’s swings and slides in the local fun park an attraction no doubt.

All those kids began to wave at us.

Pausing intermittently was an integral part of a hazy morning trot.

“Oh Hunter, it’s your birthday tomorrow.

You’ll never guess what surprise I have in store.”

Hazel, lover of the gentle hint.

“Sounds mysterious. Looking forward to it.”

Hunter said archly.

Hazel and I had this energy burst against the backdrop of a threatening weather front that could scowl any minute.

We were engulfed by our environment partly in fear, partly for inspiration.

Deep gulps of air with great urgency would force an eager nose rub and cheek peck.

“Ahh, that feels good. Bet you feel the same.”

Hazel romantically.

A car passes as we continue.

The driver waves in this bizarre manner.

An unknown figure that somehow senses our denouement.

There had been downpours the night before and occasional pools to avoid.

“Wonderful scenery here. Look at those gravity defying droops and spectral tints from exotic

border plants.”

Hazel observes.

“Yes, colourful foundation for that piece done on the run so to speak.”

Hunter grins at his potent words.

There was ample food for thought in this jogger’s path.

The verges on the fringe of each footpath were covered in grass tufts that flicker, that cavort about at a south-east breeze’s whim.

Haywire blackcap raspberry brambles whose overlap tentacles spread across every mound or patch.

Star-shaped brown leaves veiled cover for those sharp spines that protrude.

Us madagascan parrots continue our early dash as the clouds overhead weave an enigmatic contour in azure blue skies.

Curiously enough this self-same enchanting cloud miscellany fiddles and skirts over rusty rooftops and mountain peaks that beguile the human eye.

“Amazing isn’t it at this juncture in our lives?

A treasure trove, scenic amethyst penchant for metaphor.”

Hunter to Hazel as a cue to elemental plot or seamless banter.

“Oh, a chorus from Nirvana’s opulent far reaches.

Glorious cacophony, revelation from congo bay owl, singing dark-eyed junco, baltimore oriole, northern mockingbird to name but a few.”

Hazel animatedly.

“Soundscapes beyond our imaginations ignited by summer saline rushes.

Bird assembly perch like elfs on a rainbow eucalyptus.”

Hunter and Hazel now in awe at creatures who mesmerize at random.

“Don’t worry, I have my smart phone switched on.

I’ll capture most of it.”

Hazel now speaking.

It was not the only alluring feature on this mysterious though regular odyssey for us.

Between notes and new recordings the whiff of Bombay mix recipes from an nearby market began to take hold.

“Pumpkin seed baps on spits, reek of sesame oil, aromatic seasoning that wafts everywhere.

We could use some.”

Hazel wryly whilst we attempt to dodge muddy waters from last night’s shower.

“Oh your gift.

I had a chat last Friday with this publisher my best friend recommended.

Our story outline went down well.

They’ll commit that potential script to memory.

And would like to have exploratory talks tomorrow afternoon.”

Hunter was thunderstruck.

“You never really told me.”

Our boundless amusement interrupted now by a car that drove through one of the pools splashing us,

the hologram notepad lines, Hazel’s cell-phone which fell to the ground.

Unfortunately the screen was now beyond use.

“Dear me. We’ll have to start from scratch.

An upgrade was due on my phone anyway.”

Hazel the philosophical one.

Within seconds the driver reversed to offer his apologies.

“Didn’t I see you all before? I’m so sorry.

I have to rush home to finish this report. Deadline Monday.

Sincerely hope I didn’t wet or destroy anything valuable.”

He said contritely.

“Nothing important. Not in the long run!”

Hazel sighs.

“Guess we’ll have to jog our memories.”

Hunter whispers in an ironic voice.

-

Photograph and literary piece copyright protected.

Thanks for reading my work.

[moody-bloosh]

bleeding heart (Bruno Buccellati)

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This is part of a writing trade with @staruplatinum <3 I’ve looked up to Luna’s writing for a very long time and she’s one of the reasons I started writing in the first place. ^^ bUT AHH ENOUGH GUSHING ON WITH THE FIC. 

cw: cheating! 

You treasure the fact that you wake up a little earlier than Bruno. You hold moments like these close to your hearts, like precious jewels that you will never let go. You get to take your precious time observing him, diligently taking in the curve of his lips and the curl of his lashes.Your heart fills when you see his sleeping figure beside you, mouth slightly agape, chest rising and falling. You commit these things to your memory; these are your treasures. 

You adored how he looked so peaceful when he was asleep, unfettered by the pressures of the mafia. Always, you yearn to touch him, to draw him close to you, but you never do.

Because you know that he is not just yours to love anymore.

The leftover lipstick, the lingering perfume, Bruno doesn’t hide it very well. And you wonder if he was sending you some sort of message. You wished that he had hid it better, because you would rather have lived in your beautiful lie with him than to have to face this ugly reality. You would willingly gouge out your own eyes if it meant you didn’t have to witness any more of his infidelity.

You were strong enough to confront him the first time. Tearfully, you had thrown your ring at his face as you spewed all your hatred and vitriol at him. Yes, that beautiful ring with the intricate golden band that used to be his mother’s. The ring he pushed onto your finger as he promised you his unwavering love. The whole time you had lashed out at him, some small part of you wished that he would lash out at you too. That he would tell you that you were being foolish. That of course, he would never cheat on you; how could you even think that way?

But he looks away, he winces at the tone of your voice. He flinches at the hurt and anguish in it, of the look of absolute agony in your eyes. He doesn’t meet your gaze. He didn’t deserve to look you in the eyes, he reasoned, not after he caused you this much sorrow.

“I’m sorry, _____.”

This is what breaks you. His admission, his apology. You can’t help it, your knees buckle as you fall to the ground. You clutched at his clothes, tears falling earnestly from your eyes. He should have ripped your heart out of your chest, it would have hurt less, you think. 

Why? You promised that you would never hurt me? So how could you do something like this? You know that I love you, right?

“Do you love them,” you had cried out to him. “Are you going to leave me?”

Why aren’t I enough for you? Is there something wrong with me? 

And all he could do was collapse beside you and hold you in his arms as he mumbled his apologies over and over again. He holds you until you cry yourself out. And then with the softest of touches, he brushes your hair away from your face, he kisses away all your tears. He promises that it was just a moment of weakness; misplaced kindness, he calls it, kindness and too much whiskey.

But you should have known better.

You never expected Bruno could have so many moments of weakness.

You know the days he meets with his other lovers, because he is always so much more tender with you. You can see the guilt in his eyes, can feel it in the way he kisses and holds you desperately. And always, always, you willingly avert your gaze, you forcefully blind yourself to the truth. The truth glaring at you. 

That he no longer loves you as he once did. Because if he still did, you would not have to undergo this torture.

But he loves you, he assures you. And you don’t doubt him for a second. Perhaps this was just his flawed way of showing affection. Bruno cared too much for others, Bruno was too kind for his own good. Surely they had manipulated him. He could never willingly go through this. You know there were only so many times you could make excuses for him. But you find yourself stretching out your excuses, for as long as you can, for as far as you can. You forgive him as many times as it takes because you love him. You love him. You love him.

You love him, right?

You are in bed and Bruno lies facing you. You imagine tracing his face as gently as you can without waking him. The light is peeking through the windows. At the very least, you still have your home and your bed with Bruno. At least, you are the one he spends the rest of his nights with. You are the only one who has this privilege and you lord it over his faceless lovers, for all the good that will do.

“I love you, Bruno,” you whisper, tears pricking at your eyes, your heart wrenching so painfully against your chest; your voice coming out in breathless wisps. “I’ll love you even when it hurts. And when it feels like I can’t, I’ll love you a little more than that.”

The space on the bed beside you is cold. You can hear him somewhere inside the house.

You know his face well, you know him so well you could paint him blindfolded. 

Once, you would wake up earlier than Bruno, just so you could make him a nice breakfast. So you could fill the house with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. A nice domestic picture for your sweet husband. Now it was difficult, you would wake to a weight over your chest that made it difficult to leave the bed. But you manage it anyways. No matter how difficult it is, you will do it for him. 

You run your fingers over the empty space beside you. You don’t cry anymore, it ruins the sheets, and it washes away his scent, the scent you covet. Because he is like a dream that comes and entertains you in the night but vanishes as soon as the sun peeks through.

Today, at the very least, you manage to catch him as he is about to leave. 

“_____.” There’s a small smile on his lips as he stands in the doorway. He doesn’t smile at you the same way anymore. Guilt tends to dampen one’s spirits after all. 

“Be safe, my love,” you said as sweetly as you could. You put your hands over his chest, right above his heart, as you give him a small chaste kiss right on his lips. You made it a point to always see him off. 

No matter how painful, no matter how difficult.

“I will.” 

“I love you, Bruno.” 

And you mean it, you still mean it. Even if it doesn’t seem to ring true for him anymore, even if it hurts. Because you made a promise to him, that you would love him until death do us part. 

Right, dear? 

“I-I love you too, cara.”  

You ignore the way he stutters, the way he always looks so guilty. He must be meeting them. He’s going off to meet them, isn’t he? His lovers. After all this time, it still hurts. You lean against the door and watch him as he leaves, you watch him for as long as you can, you watch him until he rounds the corner and his figure disappears. 

Ah. 

Did it begin raining? This early in the day? 

How peculiar. 

How peculiar indeed. 

[thefastlaneme]

Things I Wish I Said

If this person reads it one day, although it might be never, I hope you can understand my thoughts and feelings leading me to that moment.  

Dear You, 

Remember how we met? I was so quiet, I didn’t want to talk to anyone, wanted to be alone and was very self-destructive. I don’t really remember if we were desk buddies but we were classmates. 

I used to remember that I hate cutting my wrists and scratching my fingertips with a safety pin felt like healing to me cause when the water hits the scratched skin, I would then be reminder how I’m still alive. 

You knew what I was doing at the time, obviously you didn’t stop me but dang your sarcasm at the time made me stop at one point. I think that year, I was very grateful to be in that class who embraced me wholeheartedly and accepted me. You guys let me be myself and soon that lonely, quiet girl was gone. Most of it was because I met you. 

Later in 2008, I had to move across the state and we still talked to each other. Meet each other whenever we could. That’s how the story would go until I got into the same university as you but this time you’re my senior. Since we both had different classes and stuff we never get to hang out much. I still remembered how you were pissed I fell asleep and we were supposed to hang out. So you ran from your dorm which was 20 mins away from mine, greeted my room mate and beat the shit out of me. 

We didn’t really have much memories together in university though but it was still enough. Fast forward to 2019... ah the year it all changed. 

You met a guy from work and fell in love with him. It wasn’t the first time you had a crush but I was considerate that this guy seems to be so into you and I pushed you to him. I guess courting and being in the relationship is so much different. I don’t really have much experience on it since my ex and I never did the courting part hahaha. I thought at that time, he would be the shoulder you needed to lean on. 

Boy was I wrong. I don’t think you remembered but before he entered your life...we naturally only text when we want to, meet when we want to which you know it was like maybe twice a month but since you got together with him. It became an everyday thing. 

I was happy at the time but then it felt like you only needed me to whine about him. So I felt like my presence in your life was no longer that important. I don’t know what person I had become for you at that time. The long hours of calls I received was soon felt so draining to listen to and sometimes I wasn’t even paying attention. Because the call was all about him. 

I’m not sure if you were aware that 2019 was the year I felt my depression was bad. I wasn’t self-destructing but I worked long hours, met the wrong people, I could barely stay at my apartment, and just felt exhausted. Whenever you called, I wish you could ask if I was okay cause there were days I felt so drained, I just want to cry and wander alone. I did that alot that year and I did wander alone. 

Remember I told you I wanna spend my birthday on my own by going on a solo trip? I really wanted to go but I was scared of going. So instead I booked a hotel just to be by myself but still I invited you along. I wanted to take you out on a nice place to hang out at night and just have fun. But then... ahhh your ex really makes me wanna kill him sometimes. 

He did something to upset you and you guys were fighting. I know you sent a message to me saying if I still wanted to invite you to stay with me that night but I said ok. I just didn’t realized your ex is a huge fucking dickhead, a really fucking selfish dick head. Anyways I was mad at him for destroying that night for us. I wished it could have gotten better. 

Then a month later, I felt so anxious and I don’t understand where my anxiety came from but it bothered me. I thought it was something cause I did but the news came and it ended up the anxiety I felt was for you. 

I don’t really remembered what I felt at that moment but we left afterwards. I don’t really know what happened to you after that day. All I remembered was you made a decision and I was against that decision. I know you needed my support and because of that decision, I just couldn’t accept it and decided that you should figure it out on your own. 

I sent you so many sorrys and you always said you understood why and forgave me. However, at one point, I got pissed and deleted your number so I won’t remember it. Then one day in October, you called me while I was at work and I answered it thinking it was someone else and asked who was it then you dropped the call. 

I know that around late 2020, I don’t know maybe guilt overwhelmed me and made me to add you back on facebook. Sent you a message on messenger and you updated me with what was going on then went cold on me afterwards whenever I sent you a message. I knew at that moment, ahh I ruined us but I still held on, I saw your WA stories and in the end, I just couldn’t do it. I found a note on my phone that I wrote mid 2020 and sent that to you as a final goodbye. 

We were friends for over 12 years and it hurts to be haunted by the memories of us together. It felt like we did a lot together, grew up together, and one fateful night, we are no longer friends. 

I feel so guilty during that period. You needed me the most but I was stuck with work. I wasn’t able to leave work early, I wasn’t able to reach my hand out to you. I feel so bad that I couldn’t protect you well. I know you have so many hardships to go through and I was never part of those that could make it better. I’m sorry that I wasn’t a good friend. I hope you can find a better friend instead and move on in peace. 

I’ll just treasure the memories I have with you until I can’t remember them anymore. I hope you can love yourself more and accept the decision that you have made. Maybe it was the best for you. 

Once covid ends, I hope I can meet you for the last time to ask for forgiveness to you directly and end our friendship at a good note. 

Until then, I wish you well and be safe. 

[fenikkusunohisana]

He carefully reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. A strange warmth spreads through his fingers even from this incredibly light touch. She's so beautiful. "Will you take a walk with me in the gardens?" He has some time before he has to head to his office. It's early morning still. Birdsong in the air and dew on the ground.

Unprompted ask- @scnkei

🌸 How..unexpected. There was such tenderness in such a careful but purposeful motion, that she was stilled. Her heart momentarily stopped beating for the mere few seconds it took for him to shift the strand behind her ear. And then it restarted with such a ferocity that she feared he could hear her heart. That soft touch, though light and brief, warmed her entire being. A pink hue graced those porcelain cheeks as the shock was replaced with a small but sincere, heartfelt smile.

“Of course, Byakuya-sama. Time spent with you is always treasured.” Hisana wished her heart would settle, but it seemed incapable. Her stomach twisted in both nervousness but also a quiet sense of anticipation. Any moment with him..were memories she held dear. But ahh..if only her cheeks would burn a little less. It was embarrassing surely. Vermillion hues regarded him with unspoken gentleness and affection before angling towards the gardens. Her hand..may have..brushed against his as she turned. The floral scent of the garden tickling her nose. “Byakuya-sama..it is truly a perfect day..for a walk with you.” Again, there was another smile, even if her eyes were now watching a bird in flight. The smile..was for him. Not the bird, not someone in her thoughts..but for the man besides her. She could do this.  A walk with her husband in the early hours of the morn.

[creedatelier]

Sunday Morning Joggers.

Goodness, I nearly lost my balance in the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.

“Be careful, Hunter.

A dramatic otherworldly start to our long cherished goal of novel writing?”

Doing it as we take our usual Sunday route.”

Hazel, partner of thirty years laughed cordially in that gentle teasing manner.

She was a lecturer in advanced computer technology on recess.

I’m a high level maths and maths physics teacher.

“Let us concentrate on that work.

The one with the characters we meet every Sunday when we jog together.”

Today was as good a day as any.

“Hazel, it will be great fun taking notes.

This stop and stare couple if you will.

Both of us have good memories which is a plus.”

My notebook felt slippery as I shuffled it in an awkward inner pocket.

A damp but warm day with periodic sunshine and that whooshing gust at our backs was now in full swing.

“We’ll record car drones, the snap of brittle branches, and folk that chatter in markets.

Most likely as we wend our way round town.

In spurts, let’s say.”

Hazel’s ethereal persona at play.

“May noises from nature and the human world be those faceless characters.”

Hunter did comment as we breathe heavily whilst continuing to run.

“It will be unorthodox and add mystique to boot.”

We kept up this magic dialogue as we cut across a damp moisture- laden path beside the nearest granite stone shelter.

Children’s swings and slides in the local fun park an attraction no doubt.

All those kids began to wave at us.

Pausing intermittently was an integral part of a hazy morning trot.

“Oh Hunter, it’s your birthday tomorrow.

You’ll never guess what surprise I have in store.”

Hazel, lover of the gentle hint.

“Sounds mysterious. Looking forward to it.”

Hunter said archly.

Hazel and I had this energy burst against the backdrop of a threatening weather front that could scowl any minute.

We were engulfed by our environment partly in fear, partly for inspiration.

Deep gulps of air with great urgency would force an eager nose rub and cheek peck.

“Ahh, that feels good. Bet you feel the same.”

Hazel romantically.

A car passes as we continue.

The driver waves in this bizarre manner.

An unknown figure that somehow senses our denouement.

There had been downpours the night before and occasional pools to avoid.

“Wonderful scenery here. Look at those gravity defying droops and spectral tints from exotic

border plants.”

Hazel observes.

“Yes, colourful foundation for that piece done on the run so to speak.”

Hunter grins at his potent words.

There was ample food for thought in this jogger’s path.

The verges on the fringe of each footpath were covered in grass tufts that flicker, that cavort about at a south-east breeze’s whim.

Haywire blackcap raspberry brambles whose overlap tentacles spread across every mound or patch.

Star-shaped brown leaves veiled cover for those sharp spines that protrude.

Us madagascan parrots continue our early dash as the clouds overhead weave an enigmatic contour in azure blue skies.

Curiously enough this self-same enchanting cloud miscellany fiddles and skirts over rusty rooftops and mountain peaks that beguile the human eye.

“Amazing isn’t it at this juncture in our lives?

A treasure trove, scenic amethyst penchant for metaphor.”

Hunter to Hazel as a cue to elemental plot or seamless banter.

“Oh, a chorus from Nirvana's opulent far reaches.

Glorious cacophony, revelation from congo bay owl, singing dark-eyed junco, baltimore oriole, northern mockingbird to name but a few.”

Hazel animatedly.

“Soundscapes beyond our imaginations ignited by summer saline rushes.

Bird assembly perch like elfs on a rainbow eucalyptus.”

Hunter and Hazel now in awe at creatures who mesmerize at random.

“Don’t worry, I have my smart phone switched on.

I’ll capture most of it.”

Hazel now speaking.

It was not the only alluring feature on this mysterious though regular odyssey for us.

Between notes and new recordings the whiff of Bombay mix recipes from an nearby market began to take hold.

“Pumpkin seed baps on spits, reek of sesame oil, aromatic seasoning that wafts everywhere.

We could use some.”

Hazel wryly whilst we attempt to dodge muddy waters from last night’s shower.

“Oh your gift.

I had a chat last Friday with this publisher my best friend recommended.

Our story outline went down well.

They’ll commit that potential script to memory.

And would like to have exploratory talks tomorrow afternoon.”

Hunter was thunderstruck.

“You never really told me.”

Our boundless amusement interrupted now by a car that drove through one of the pools splashing us,

the hologram notepad lines, Hazel’s cell-phone which fell to the ground.

Unfortunately the screen was now beyond use.

“Dear me. We’ll have to start from scratch.

An upgrade was due on my phone anyway.”

Hazel the philosophical one.

Within seconds the driver reversed to offer his apologies.

“Didn’t I see you all before? I’m so sorry.

I have to rush home to finish this report. Deadline Monday.

Sincerely hope I didn’t wet or destroy anything valuable.”

He said contritely.

“Nothing important. Not in the long run!”

Hazel sighs.

“Guess we’ll have to jog our memories.”

Hunter whispers in an ironic voice.

Photograph and literary piece copyright protected.

Thanks for reading my work.

[kittyeekcube]

orange, purple, turquoise, claret, emerald, honey, rust, amethyst, prussian blue, rose quartz!! I hope you have fun with these questions 🥰💐🧡

orange - if you could, would you change your eye color? why? to color, if so?

ahh i do like my eye color!! i feel like one of the things that hasn’t changed much about me is the expression in my eyes since the very beginning. my eyes remind me of who i am. i experience so much without even perceiving them and with my eyes closed as well so i enjoy them and tend to forget what they look like at the same time haha my reflection is always a surprise!! i always wonder what they look like to others when they look into my eyes. my eyes seem to be a mix of colors? somewhere around hazel blue and grey i believe? ahh all eyes colors are so beautiful though!! i especially love eyes in the sunlight!!oh how they shine and sparkle!! hmm if i were to change my eyes maybe for fun on occasion! hehei would like a special color that is warm and inviting so anyone that meets my gaze can feel a sense of calm. perhaps an escape for a moment in time.like a kind yellow or purple or silver. ooo periwinkle would be pretty!! it’s a color i could stare at for hours and one of the first colors that i remember!! i am very fond of periwinkle. yes i think if i had a choice my eyes would be periwinkle!! for now i love my eyes the way they are!! your eyes are so lovable just the way they are!! 

purple - a poem you think describes your closest friend

i want to cook for you 

i want to bake for you

i want to cook homemade meals for you

and love with you

written by a wonderful poet hehe 😉🥰💐

turquoise - favorite sea animal?

ahh what a decision they are all so lovely aren’t they? so many sea animals and creatures!! hmmm let’s see what comes to mind? omg this is so hard ahhhhmy brain is so excited i can’t even ahh i think of sharks, whales, whale sharks, dolphins, otters, seals, sea lions, narwhals, manatees, sea turtles, lionfish, oarfish, manta ray, anemone ahh omg this might be more sea creature hahaahh i love so many ahh ok ok the sea is just too wonderful and all who inhabit the sea and around the sea!! i think i’ll go with jellyfish!! i really adore moon jellies!!

claret - do you play an instrument? do you want to learn to play any?

ahh i used to play piano and xylophone and would like to learn again in the future! i only know a little kalimba for fun at the moment! oh my gosh so many instruments. if my lungs were stronger a wind instrument would be fun like an oboe!! ahh a violin or a cello would be very nice!! i love string and percussion instruments like a harp!! omg i would love to play a harp!! i also really love dulcimers!! i thought of learning to play a dulcimer and/or a theremin for a possible future creative endeavor hint hint hehe so those two came to mind the most!! i would also be very happy to create my own sound effects some day!! i love and admire sound effects a lot and i think the process of sfx is very cool and how i could use every day objects and surfaces around me to create an array of sounds is very exciting!! hehe i yearn for the sound of footsteps 😭

emerald - if you had the option, would you choose to move and live in another country? which one?

i haven’t thought of living in another country very often actually but i have thought of visiting!! i was always happy with my familiar surroundings here or living in a similar environment that feels comfortable and good and i don’t have to look far for new and exciting adventures big and small!! hehe i remember wanted to study abroad when i was younger. the first few places that come to mind that i would like to visit is Japan, Switzerland and Norway so perhaps i would live there? when i think of living some place i envision a home that feels safe and warm and cozy and serene. a space for myself and to share with another like my cats and perhaps a partner or a friend if they wish hehenot too far away from my loved ones and if so i would happily travel to see them surrounded by nature and the seasons and good energy and good times. activities i enjoy and much to explore. enjoying all the small things in life.so regardless of where i am i would love that life very much!! also a train through the countryside and lots of tea and tiny treasures in life pretty please 🥺

honey - your thoughts on magic does it exist?

why yes of course!! i feel like i have experienced an array of magical times and moments throughout my lifetime here many things in life feel magic to methis world is very magical after all!! i believe in magic!! can’t you feel it? for example the lovely being who sent me these asks is brimming with magic 💐✨

rust - form of art you enjoy doing?

where do i begin? hehe ahh i love art sooo much!! i personally enjoy photography very much with photography it’s more like the art finds me more than i pursue art? i take photos very spontaneously when i feel the moment is right or when i stumble upon a photo i envision that is presented right in front of me like ah there you are!! more than setting ones up ahead of time but it can be fun to prepare for photos too. there’s so much art to admire and create!! i also feel drawn to miniatures, animation, stop motion animation, film, illustration, comics, needle felting, writing, music etc to name a few since there are so so many!! i love how endless and lively all forms of art are in this world.  perhaps my favorite art is life itself and the art of being myself and being able to share art with the world with another precious humanl would make me very happy ✨

amethyst - do you collect anything?

ah yes i do!! i collect vintage cat collectibles and mugs and animated films!! also any cat who steals my heart which is too many to count!! hehe so much of their love and memories of them as well as people and places and inanimate objects reside within myself. like a vast library stored in my very soul. ahh the scent of old books. how it tempts me. my soul would enjoy that fragrance hehe i also simply adore tea and treats ahh and i collect a lot of warmth and love hehe

prussian blue - what’s your first choice at a vending machine?

my first thought was cookies? haha i have never had cookies from a vending machine! when i was younger i would get chips or candy or soda! i feel like i spent way more time staring at what i could get in a vending machine than actually getting anything haha so by the time i could get something i would be on to my next stop!! if i did get anything from a vending machine it always felt like a treat the whole process of pushing buttons and waiting for the satisfying drop and even the frustrating wrinkled dollar bills were a good time hehe like everything inside was special even the most ordinary of snacks and drinks in the next vending machine i encounter kitkats are my first pick!! or tea!! hehe i would love to see what kinds of vending machines are out there like ones with special items?? like warm drinks!!  ahh vending machines are great fun hehe 

rose quartz - rings or necklaces

ahh that’s a hard one!! i don’t usually wear a lot of jewelry but i have grown to be more fond of rings lately! i like admiring them on my hands and the feeling of playing with them on my fingers and how they dance in the light so freely like they were meant to touch both skin and light warm and cold and in between i do have a necklace that is very very dear to me so i would choose my necklace over rings but i do enjoy wearing rings!! so many ways to express yourself hehe

ahhh thank you so much for all your asks!! i love receiving and answering asks from you!! hehe brings me great joy and you were the first one to send me asks!! 🥰 the magical asks that started it all ✨you know me i intend to write a simple response and end up with a novel 😂 i think this is a new record!! lol i hope you enjoy my very long and detailed answers and i did have a lot of fun with these!! sending you all my love and good energy!!  i love youu so much!! 🥺💐💞✨