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[panickedpansexualprincess]

So I have this scanlation/wallpaper/adorable little picture and something struck me about it today. That little shimmer on Ikki's lip has me !!!!!! Now I wanna write a ficlette of he and Heroine kissing and her tasting his lip balm/gloss kajshdkjhsdf

[lucysarah-c]

Sometimes I get kinda sad going rereading the manga and remembering how much of Levi’s substance they cut from from the anime in favor of his “knight in shining armor” image. I feel like that’s where a lot of the discourse always comes from. People interpret his character from so many different perspectives and if you haven’t read the manga it’s actually so hard to get get a clear look at his character because the anime is just not complete.

Like, especially the scene where Levi tells Historia to become Queen. I will forever be mad they cut it. That was such an important point to his character because if Historia had outright refused, everything Levi had done in the name of humanity, all the people he’s killed, tortured and everyone he’s lost, it would have all been for nothing. I just don’t think he would have been able to live with that.

I love the gritty parts of him. It’s what makes him so well written and probably why he’s been one of my favorite characters for 10 years.

Hi, love!

Oh, you might be referring to my post about how it's hard for me to write Levi perfectly and how I might portray him too harshly, right?

Honestly, I agree with you. I always say I write "manga Levi" and not "anime Levi." Anime Levi is like a simplified version of him, I believe. In Spanish, we would say they took all his "spice," to be honest.

Manga Levi is far from perfect as a hero, but he's hilarious. He's a sassy little man, and I adore him. In the English official translation, they didn't capture this, but in the Spanish one (or at least the one I read back in the day), when he meets Eren in jail, he says (I'm translating), "you have amnesia and your daddy goes missing, so convenient."

The idea of Levi standing next to Erwin, meeting Eren, who is his long-time fan, and saying "daddy," is hilarious to me. It was so funny that I had that panel as my phone wallpaper almost my entire high school years. Manga Levi is funnier, has way more facial expressions than just stoic ones, and he has a more pronounced personality. There are a bunch of panels of him either having great sassy moments or literally having a facial expression that shows he's thinking, "this bitch…"

Regarding the scene with Historia, I understand why some people don't like it, but I actually did. Levi is not perfect—I love him, don't get me wrong. He saw almost every single person he loves die, Erwin is about to be executed, their lives are hanging by a thread, he's fighting the only person he considered family, he tortured a man, etc. They are informing this girl, who is very young, that she will be queen, and she's like, "hell no." After everything he did, after everything he sacrificed, the only thing Historia has to do in Levi's eyes is sit her ass on a throne and live a peaceful life full of privileges… I would have gotten mad too.

This is why I say that the canon time is not our society. I try to write Levi as I believe he would truly be in the society inside the walls. He has issues that he probably won't be able to fix because it's not modern society. It's completely alright if someone likes and prefers another interpretation of Levi's character. I simply enjoy writing him the most when he's flawed and lovely at the same time.

Ugh, sorry for the ramble, I just have a very hard time summarizing ideas.

Love ya <3

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[queen0fm0nsterz]

Yes! The rain coat symbolizes freedom, hope and not losing yourself.

Just like you said Six found her true dolors when she puts on her raincoat, solidifying her identity and it helped Six become more confident and proactive as seen in the hospital chapter where she starts leading the way.

And from a character design and narrative perspective it makes Six stand out from her environment, is a visual sign that indicates she doesn’t belong in the pale city nor at the Maw, she belongs somewhere else just like official descriptions said.

This is why I take the ending where she stands at the top of the Maw while a warm yellow light is shining on her (finally, the environment fits Six’s) as an indication that the place she belongs to is outside.

That’s the strongest indicator she isn’t and won’t become the lady.

This is more of a headcanon territory, but because the game is partly based on spirited away and if the mirror wallpaper (released on the game anniversary) is any indication is very possible that Six may suffer from amnesia while she is at the Maw, the comics and the Nomes seem to indicate every kid who comes to the Maw forgets themselves and become part of it, not one kid ever escaped before Six.

She is the only character who doesn’t change and stay the same through all the game, Mono became the thin man, Runaway become a None, Rain died.

She is not only the character who survived, but also the only kid that remained and stayed the same through the whole game, that’s not to say she didn’t changed, but at the end Six was still Six, she was still a kid, her true colors shined though in the end and I find that oddly hopeful.

(From this post)

YES TO ALL OF THIS!!!

The way I interpreted the broken mirrors image you added up there is always back in relation to the Ladies (surprising! /sar), in the sense that so many before her could not escape their fate.

I do agree that she suffers from amnesia during her time on the Maw, as the comics also have a similar suggestion. One must keep talking about their memories because otherwise they will forget about them: forgetting the experiences that makes a person and therefore forget themselves.

I believe it may be part of the Lady's powers, to make people forget themselves -- it could explain why the Guests are so invested in eating and only eating. Either that or it's the Maw's influence. Or both.

Either way, tying back to what makes Six and the Lady so interesting: one is deeply tied to her identity, while the other has none. That's another thing about them that makes me lose it. That's what happens when u lose urself to capitalism bbg...

I totally agree with you that LN I, when viewed under these lens, offers a slither of hope at the end. But. It is also true that the power Six absorbed might have changed her... for the worse. But who knows.

[woltourney]

ROUND 6 / THE FINALS

Chuchu Chura (@spaceace144) v. Huge Beef (@isayoldbean)

Chuchu Chura:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Chuchu Chura (she/they)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Lalafell

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. PLD, WHM, RDM, DNC, and most importantly, FSH

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Adamantoise

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. This is Chuchu! She's a mute lala who became my reason for living when I started playing during covid. When I made her I want to make the least intimidating tank, so I made the smallest (yes she is min height), pinkest tank I could! She doesn't really have a lot of lore that I've come up with, but she's definitely lawful good, loves adventuring with her wolf pup, capybara, and Nigel her chocobo, and adores fishing.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. :^) *waves* *lalafell dances* *dotes* *giggles*

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. She's just brought me so much joy over the past few years and if someone else can get a little joy from seeing her in this tournament, then that's enough for me. Of course I hope she still does well! I've spent hours in gpose getting pictures of her to be my wallpapers, I've gotten commissions of her, I'm even trying to crochet an amigurumi of her. I just love her so much! Good luck, Chuchu!!!

Huge Beef:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Huge Beef, she/her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Sea Wolf Roegadyn

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. WAR, MCH, NIN, RDM, AST, FSH (Note from submitter: CUL)

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Crystal Malboro

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Beef was a fearsome pirate captain who was mortally wounded in an ambush and presumed dead. Hydaelyn intervened to ensure her survival, but the tremendous burst of aether she expended in doing so accidentally wiped Beef's brain completely clean and left her with total amnesia. With nothing but her axe and a talent for busting heads, she decided to set forth and become an adventurer. It turns out that it's a great way to get into fights without getting in trouble with the law, earn fame and money, and get the ladies swooning, so she couldn't be happier with her chosen line of work. In her free time she works on fishing boats, seeks out gourmet recipes, and works her charms on as many beautiful maidens as she can.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "What kind of question is that? Why WOULDN'T I win? Have you seen me?"

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. hi this is my wol she's a terrible person but she's incredibly sexy so it's fine i guess. also her name is huge beef. because she's huge and beefy. ok thank you for perceiving her

And now I'll ask for the final time...

[kafus]

don't you have the "blacking out and doing things you can't remember" disorder

yes but my amnesia is not as bad as it used to be after four years of therapy and i cannot think of a single alter in my brain rn that would do something as random as change my wallpaper to a blurry photo of kaf and then not tell me about it. it'd make more sense if it was a wallpaper of a different character we have introjected or something and they were trying to personalize our PC but that image was so low quality 😭

most of my dissociative amnesia these days doesn't involve stuff like random changes in my digital space or objects appearing in my room that i don't recognize etc. i think it's more likely i somehow did this in my sleep because i accidentally slept with my keyboard plugged in a couple times this week

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[whispersinthedawn]

The Last of a Dying Breed (1)

“This is the Oracle of Delphi?” Bianca asked tremulously, staring at the girl whose face rang the sole bell of recognition in an otherwise unfamiliar world.

“Yes,” Annabeth said flatly, the twelve-year-old supremely unconcerned about sneaking into someone’s room while they were asleep.

“Should we come back when she's awake?” Bianca suggested hesitantly.

Annabeth snorted. “If you wish to wait forever. She's only been asleep for nearly fifty years. A modern-day Sleeping Beauty.”

***

The door slammed open with a thunderous boom disproportionate to the force applied.

Bianca should have taken it as the death knell for their plans it was. Unfortunately, being afflicted by a criminal case of amnesia left one particularly unequipped to interpreting the vagaries of abrupt gusts of wind. All she knew was that Annabeth Chase didn’t bother knocking before she threw open the door and marched inside confidently.

Bianca scurried in after her, wondering if the daughter of Athena had an invitation to visit the Oracle whenever she wished. Either way, she hoped the Oracle would choose to disregard their discourtesy long enough to give them a prophecy.

On first glance, the attic appeared to be a pretty enough room, wallpapered in blue and yellow and boasting mementos from past demigod victories. Nothing frightening about it to send dark looks on the faces of every camper Bianca had broached the matter of approaching the Oracle to.

Probably why despite the knick-knacks, the room had an air of disuse to it.

Bianca had almost dismissed the chamber as an office when she caught her first sight of the Oracle.

A slender, pretty, dark-haired girl lay asleep on the bed near the window, undisturbed in spite of the loud noise that had heralded the entrance of the two demigods.

“This is the Oracle of Delphi?” Bianca asked tremulously, staring at the girl whose face rang the sole bell of recognition in an otherwise unfamiliar world.

“Yes,” Annabeth said flatly, the twelve-year-old supremely unconcerned about sneaking into someone’s room while they were asleep.

“Should we come back when she's awake?” Bianca suggested hesitantly.

Annabeth snorted. “If you wish to wait forever. She's only been asleep for nearly fifty years. A modern-day Sleeping Beauty.”

That resonated alarmingly.

Bianca looked at the older girl on the bed with horrified sympathy. Wrangling with the fact that Bianca’s memories were comprised solely of facts from a history book was terrible enough.

What would it be like to literally sleep away decades and wake up to find the world had left her behind?

What would it be like to never wake up at all?

“Is that what the Oracle does? Sleep and give prophecies?” Bianca whispered, dreading the answer.

Annabeth scoffed, something bitter in her eyes. “I doubt Percy Jackson knew what she was signing up for when she decided to become the Oracle.”

***

Finally working on my Oracle Percy fic. Where Percy becomes the Oracle of Delphi in the middle of World War II. And Bianca wakes up with the grand ambition to recover her memories. And prevent World War III. Annabeth is pretty insistent on that.

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[bearbluebooks]

Chapter 4 and 5 Christmas in Velaris

“Does it hurt?” He asked. 

When she looked into his eyes she could swear there was worry in his eyes.

“Only when you touch it,” she joked.

December 6th, 8:54

A knock on the door pulled Gwyn out of her cleaning haze. Was she expecting another handyman?

One quick glance on her phone told her that wasn’t until tomorrow.

With hesitant steps she made her way to the front door. Just in case, she eyed the biggest book she could lift- they were weapons in more ways than one.

As she lifted the key chain lock she hardly had the chance to open the door before she was greeted with “I thought Feyre was joking when she said you were back.” 

Without thinking Gwyn engulfed her friend into the biggest hug. She held her so tight she almost suffocated her- as long as she held her, it was real. She was back .

And she came to see her. She hadn’t realized how much she missed her until this moment. The no bullshit, loyal Nesta Archeron. Her best friend.

News traveled fast but Nesta Archeron traveled faster.

Sometimes Velaris was just like a small town, and not the bustling city most people thought.

Right now she was glad for it. “Nesta!”

“I’ve missed you.” She whispered into the beautiful female's golden brown hair.

“What are you doing here? Are you back? For good?”

“Never mind,” she said as she removed herself from the hug.

“Tell me on Friday night, we're going out. I’m taking you and Emerie out for drinks. Maybe Cas will join. Who am I kidding he will join. But first just us girls.”

“That sounds nice, Nesta,” Gwyn chimed in.

“I’ll pick you up at six, wear something nice.”

Before she could respond Nesta was already out of the door as she said “I need to go to work but I needed to see if it was true.”

With one look back she said “it’s really nice to have you back Gwynnie.”

The old nickname squeezed her heart tight. It sent a flutter of warmth throughout her body. “It’s really nice to be back,” she said with a genuine smile. “See you on Friday.”

21:35

Fresh incense smoked in the background. Soft smells of Nag Champa filled the air, as it slowly replaced the old with the familiar. 

Lilly’s upstairs apartment was in much better shape than the shop- the ceilings held, there was no mold to be seen, and even the interior was quite nice.

All of Lilly’s furniture was a mix of cozy and kitsch. Dark green wallpaper adorned the old walls. The velvet green curtains slowly moved, as they signaled the entrance of fresh air. The ornate fireplace offered a warm fire with hypnotic crackling sounds. The large mirror on top of the fireplace showed Gwyn’s tired body on the green couch. Her legs rested gently on the chestnut coffee table. The many candles that she scattered around gave the room an even cozier ambiance. Gwyn couldn’t help the happy sigh that escaped her mouth as she planted her feet on the soft red carpet to change her position for a bit.

Happy.

Gwyn was happy. 

Mouse seemed to share the sentiment, as she purred contentedly in her lap. When she moved to grab her steaming cup of tea, her entire body ached, but somehow she felt more satisfied with life than she had in a while.

If she could get more than five hours of sleep tonight, she would be over the moon. But all the hard work in the world couldn’t help her sleep. Her amnesia followed her even to Velaris. In a desperate attempt to force her body to sleep, she already put her pajamas on, and her makeup off. 

The only thing that was left to do, was to go to bed and fall asleep. Instead of looking at the ceiling for hours and hours until the sun forcefully announced its presence.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door took her out of the in-between relaxed state she found herself in.

Again?

One look at her phone showed the time, “21:35?” she said to Mouse who looked with the same contentment as earlier.

Her heart began to beat faster and her palms began to sweat. Her mind faded to black as flashes of pounding against doors flashed before her, as if he was here again, demanding to “open up, you devil child.” 

With one shake of her head and one deep breath in she walked towards her bag on the antique hazelnut dinner table. 

“He’s not real. He’s not here. You’re safe,” she repeated quietly as she rifled through the messiness that was her life. Within seconds she found what she was looking for: the can of pepper spray.

Silent steps that came with years of making herself smaller brought her down the stairs.

With one whispered “You got this,” she swung the door open quickly- so quickly that she could take up her fighting stance without losing time. 

“Azriel?” She said in shock.

“Gwyn?” He said in even more shock.

“Is that- 

“Pepper spray?”

When she stepped out of the darkness of her shop into the dimly lit street, a sharp inhale came before a choked “What the hell happened to your face?”

One of his large hands instinctively reached for the spot on her chin where she knew a bruise bloomed in bright colors of red and purple.

This morning her limited makeup skills actually hid the bruise quite well, Nesta hadn’t even noticed.

“I fell up the stairs,” she answered honestly.

One sad smile adorned his full lips as he said, “Still clumsy I see.” 

“Does it hurt?” He asked. 

When she looked into his eyes she could swear there was worry in his eyes.

“Only when you touch it,” she joked.

With equal speed, his hand left her chin. The sudden movement left her feeling surprisingly wanting.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. 

She secretly hoped his answer would allow him to stay a little bit longer.

“I promised I’d come by,” he said.

With a smile, she remembered last night. 

“Hey, if we can’t use children to spread the Christmas spirit then who can we?”

“A question for the ages,” he replied with a smile.

Azriel’s eyes contained a silent question, are you going to let me in?

A shiver ran up her body as the cold air hit her naked feet. Even though the place was a mess, it was a lot warmer inside.

“Come in,” she said hesitantly, “But if you judge even one thing, I will send your ass back out.”

With his hands held up he walked inside.

“Not everybody can be the owner of an evil lair,” she said as she looked back with mock judgment.

“Not everybody has style, you mean,” he said with a smirk.

“Taste is subjective, and some are better than others,” she said as she walked up the stairs.

She noticed an encroaching presence behind her. Ever since she came back, he kept a distance, but now he was practically breathing in her neck. 

Then she remembered how she just told him about her feud with the stairs, and her heart warmed.

As she opened the door she looked back to warn Azriel, “Mouse is sweet but doesn’t really warm to strangers, don’t take it personally.” At least she would have an ally in her own home. It took her years for Mouse to be as comfortable with her as she was now. Years of cuddles, respecting her space, and lots and lots of treats. With no small amount of pride, she considered herself Mouse’s primary human.

Before she could even step foot into the warm living room, Mouse, the ninja cat already made her way towards the towering male that suddenly occupied a large part of the living room.

“Doesn’t seem to be a problem,” Azriel said as he pointed down to where Mouse encircled his legs.

The treacherous beast walked around Azriel’s long legs in a desperate attempt to be picked up. It took her one year until Mouse allowed her to be near her. 

Out of frustration, she whispered, “Arrogant son of a bitch.”

Did he still have that uncanny bat hearing, she wondered when he asked, “What was that?”

No backing out now, “Arrogant son of a bitch,” she repeated more confidently.

“Jealous?” he said with one corner of his mouth lifted.

“Not at all,” she lied.

21:35

Fresh incense smoked in the background. Soft smells of Nag Champa filled the air, as it slowly replaced the old with the familiar. 

Lilly’s upstairs apartment was in much better shape than the shop- the ceilings held, there was no mold to be seen, and even the interior was quite nice.

All of Lilly’s furniture was a mix of cozy and kitsch.

Dark green wallpaper adorned the old walls. The velvet green curtains slowly moved as they signaled the entrance of fresh air. The ornate fireplace offered a warm fire with hypnotic crackling sounds. The large mirror on top of the fireplace showed Gwyn’s tired body on the green couch. Her legs rested gently on the chestnut coffee table. The many candles that she scattered around gave the room an even cozier ambiance. Gwyn couldn’t help the happy sigh that escaped her mouth as she planted her feet on the soft red carpet to change her position for a bit.

Happy.

Gwyn was happy. 

Mouse seemed to share the sentiment, as she purred contentedly in her lap. When she moved to grab her steaming cup of tea, her entire body ached, but somehow she felt more satisfied with life than she had in a while.

If she could get more than five hours of sleep tonight, she would be over the moon. But all the hard work in the world couldn’t help her sleep. Her insomnia followed her even to Velaris. In a desperate attempt to force her body to sleep, she already put her pajamas on, and her makeup off. 

The only thing that was left to do was go to bed and fall asleep instead of looking at the ceiling for hours and hours until the sun forcefully announced its presence.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door took her out of the relaxed state she found herself in.

Again?

One look at her phone showed the time, “21:35?” she said to Mouse who looked at her with the same contentment as earlier.

Her heart began to beat faster and her palms began to sweat. Her mind faded to black as flashes of pounding against doors flashed before her, as if he was here again, demanding to “open up, you devil child.” 

With one shake of her head and one deep breath in she walked towards her bag on the antique hazelnut dinner table. 

“He’s not real. He’s not here. You’re safe,” she repeated quietly as she rifled through the messiness that was her life. Within seconds she found what she was looking for: the can of pepper spray.

Silent steps that came with years of making herself smaller, brought her down the stairs.

With one whispered “You got this,” she swung the door open quickly- so quickly that she could take up her fighting stance without losing time. 

“Azriel?” She said in shock as she observed the humongous figure looming in the doorway.

“Gwyn?” He said in even more shock.

“Is that- 

“Pepper spray?”

When she stepped out of the darkness of her shop and into the dimly lit street, a sharp inhale sounded before a choked “Who did that to you?”

One of his large hands instinctively reached for the spot on her chin where she knew a bruise bloomed in bright colors of red and purple.

This morning, her limited makeup skills actually hid the bruise quite well- Nesta hadn’t even noticed.

“I fell up the stairs,” she answered honestly.

One sad smile adorned his full lips as he said, “Still clumsy I see.” 

“Does it hurt?” He asked. 

When she looked into his eyes she could swear there was worry in his eyes.

“Only when you touch it,” she joked.

With equal speed, his hand left her chin. The sudden movement left her feeling surprisingly wanting.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. 

She secretly hoped his answer would allow him to stay a little bit longer.

“I promised I’d come by,” he said. “Thanks for riling up Nyx by the way.”

With a smile, she remembered last night. 

“Hey, if we can’t use children to spread the Christmas spirit then who can we?”

“A question for the ages,” he replied with a smile.

Azriel’s eyes contained a silent question, are you going to let me in?

A shiver ran up her body as the cold air hit her naked feet. Even though the place was a mess, it was a lot warmer inside.

“Come in,” she said hesitantly, “But if you judge even one thing, I will send your ass back out.”

With his hands held up he walked inside.

“Not everybody can be the owner of an evil lair,” she said as she looked back with mock judgment.

“Not everybody has style, you mean,” he said with a smirk.

“Taste is subjective, and some have more than others,” she said as she walked up the stairs.

She noticed an encroaching presence behind her. Ever since she came back, he kept a distance, but now he was practically breathing in her neck. 

Then she remembered how she just told him about her feud with the stairs and her heart warmed.

As she opened the door she looked back to warn Azriel, “Mouse is sweet but doesn’t really warm to strangers, don’t take it personally.”

It took years for Mouse to be as comfortable with her as she was now. Years of cuddles, respecting her space, and lots and lots of treats. With no small amount of pride, she considered herself Mouse’s primary human.

Before she could even step foot into the warm living room, Mouse, the ninja cat already made her way towards the towering male that suddenly occupied a large part of the living room.

“Doesn’t seem to be a problem,” Azriel said as he pointed down to where Mouse encircled his legs.

The treacherous beast walked around Azriel’s long legs in a desperate attempt to be picked up.

Out of frustration, she whispered, “Arrogant son of a bitch.”

Did he still have that uncanny bat hearing, she wondered when he asked, “What was that?”

No backing out now, “Arrogant son of a bitch,” she repeated more confidently.

“Jealous?” he said with one corner of his mouth lifted.

“Not at all,” she lied.

With confident strides he walked to the large dark red chair. As he took a seat he asked “So what’s this I hear about a Christmas competition?”

[o-wyrmlight]

Cleaning Out the Rooms

Nothing came to put away your memories. It will never be as simple as that. The old pains will always linger in the space between the wallpaper and the wall. The floor will always be littered with the regret of your unrealized dreams and aching memories. Your nightmares will continue to linger while you stumble around this crowded space, lost in the dark. You can't make sense of the clutter. Even if you found the light switch, you wouldn't even know where to start.

But you've put this off long enough. Nothing will come to empty your mind for you. You can choose which parts to keep and which ones to pack away in boxes. Keep them in the basement until the day you need them. Leave them labeled and neatly sorted. Sweep up all the dirt from the floor and the filth from the walls. Make this space something to be lived in. The smell of fresh flowers in a vase. A ghost that lingers but doesn't hurt nearly as much as she used to. You are here. You are home.

It will not be easy. It will take some doing. Perhaps it will even take some help. But I know you can do it. Even if you can only pick away at it, bit by bit, one day, you will be able to breathe. Then you can choose which parts of yourself to keep.

I finally made a series for my Disco Elysium AU where Harry Du Bois doesn't suffer from amnesia. I'll need to figure out what to put in the notes, but for now? For now, it will do. I feel like this is an accurate summary of what this AU is about.

[their-destinys-writer]

The Trials of Confessing - Chapter 1

Rated: Teen

Chapters: 1/5

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A/N: This little story was posted in my Patreon a while ago. Since I started posting a new story there, I thought I’d finally bring this here. If you can’t wait to read the remaining chapters, you can read the full story on Patreon right now! As for the timeline of this story, this takes place right after Oblivio.

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Chapter 1

“I just don’t get it,” Adrien said for the hundredth time since he got home.

He had already stared at the picture of him and Ladybug kissing for about two hours, and for the life of him still could not figure out what he did right during their amnesia period. What did memory-less Adrien do right? How did he charm her? Had his personality even been the same? Or had it been a fluke?

No, they both looked too happy for it to have been a fluke. They had obviously cared for each other during that time. The hand holding proved that. So, again: What. Did. He. Do?!

And his head started hurting.

“Uuugh.” He banged his head against the desk, worsening the dull pain. “I,” thunk, “don’t,” thunk, “get,” thunk, “it.”

Thunk.

Plagg groaned. “I get it. You don’t get it. Can’t you just sleep on it?”

“I don’t want to sleep on it!” Adrien whined. “I need to figure out what I did right.”

“What guarantee is there that whatever you did will work again? It’s not like she had the memories to remember she hates your puns.”

“Or what if I did pun, but this time it worked, because she didn’t know me already? What if I did what I usually did, but lack of baggage is what charmed her?”

“You’re such a drama queen,” Plagg complained. “I don’t get why you’re getting so worked up over it. You don’t even know if it was something you did.”

Adrien was about to retort but paused instead, slightly lifting his head.

Plagg… had a point. Any number of things could have happened for them to end up kissing like that. And yet, they managed to beat the akuma, possibly meaning that their personalities didn’t change much. And there was one thing he knew Ladybug wasn’t: fickle.

Taking that in consideration, the chances that he did something he wouldn’t have done as Chat Noir were probably slim. So something else must have been in play. Something both of them could relate to, that made them think they were an item.

Something like proof that they knew each other.

“Plagg,” Adrien gasped, grabbing the little cat and hugging him to his face. “You are a genius!”

“What?! What I do?” Plagg said, as he struggled against the boy’s sudden affections.

“If Ladybug and I were able to defeat the akuma without our memories, then maybe our personalities didn’t change after we got hit,” he explained.

“Your point?”

“It would take a whole lot for Ladybug to decide that I’m important to her,” he continued. “The only way she could think we are important to each other is if we somehow know each other. That maybe we found each other in our phones.”

“Wasn’t your phone dead when you got back to the bus?”

“Yes. Meaning I must’ve used it during that time. We must’ve had each other’s phone numbers, or pictures together.”

“Or she simply had one of your bagillion pictures as a wallpaper and is just a fan.”

Adrien shook his head. “I doubt it. Ladybug has expressed that she’s in love with someone. I doubt she would have a picture of me as her wallpaper if she’s in love—” He stopped suddenly. His eyes rounded. “WHAT IF SHE’S IN LOVE WITH ME?!”

He let go of Plagg and grabbed his hair instead.

“Even that’s a stretch, if you ask me,” said the small god, brushing his whiskers straight.

“But think about it!” Adrien insisted. “Ladybug is already in love. With someone from her civilian life. It would make sense it’s someone she knows well enough to have pictures with. And yet, when we lost our memories, she kissed me. And not just any kiss, either.” He turned towards the picture on his computer screen. “That looks nothing like the kiss she gave me during Dark Cupid. I can tell we’re very in love there. The only way she could’ve kissed me like that is if she thought I was truly important to her. Something has to have made her believe that.”

“How can you be sure she didn’t just find you cute?”

Adrien sighed. “As much as I’d like to say that she couldn’t resist my feline charms… I think it takes more than looks to really make an impression on Ladybug.”

“If you say so. Either way, even if you’re right, I doubt that would matter to Ladybug. The baggage is back, so who cares!”

“Actually,” Adrien started, eyes squinting, “she might agree.”

“Wait. Don’t—”

“Plagg, transform me!”

* * *

Ladybug was skeptical. And if she was being honest, a little afraid. Afraid Chat Noir had only called her to brag about how he wooed her that day. Or to insist once again that they belong together. Nevertheless, she liked to think Chat Noir wouldn’t waste her time like that, which was why she found herself swinging towards one of their many meeting places, on top of an apartment building. As she landed behind his dark figure, she took a deep breath and spoke.

“We didn’t have patrol scheduled for today.”

“You came!” Chat Noir said, turning and standing up.

“It sounded important,” Ladybug responded, as she placed the yo-yo on her hip. “Everything okay?”

“Um, depends?” Ladybug tilted her head. “It’s about today’s kiss.”

The heroine deflated. “Chat, I told you, I’m not in love with you—”

“No, I know what you said,” he rushed to say. “And I think you’re right… And wrong.”

“Okaaay?” Ladybug frowned at the unexpected turn. “I don’t get it. Am I wrong, or right?”

Chat Noir gestured for them to sit down. Ladybug did as asked, in hopes this would be a proper conversation of the boy’s constant advances. If she was being honest, her patience was starting to wear thin, especially with his behavior when they saw the picture after Oblivio.

“So,” Chat Noir started, “I think I figured out how the kiss happened. The most… logical way it could’ve happened.” He paused, as if waiting for a response. But Ladybug remained expectant, so he continued. “I think there’s a good chance that the boy you’re in love with is civilian me.”

There was silence. Ladybug watched him, bewildered. She got the urge to laugh, but quickly swallowed it, knowing it could potentially hurt his feelings.

“W-What makes you say that?” she asked instead.

“Because, I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon, and I realized you would never kiss me unless you were given a really good reason to.”

Ladybug blinked. “Um, wow. Uh… That’s actually right. But we weren’t ourselves then. How would you know if our personalities remained?”

“Because we beat the akuma,” Chat Noir responded. “It takes a lot of wit and creativity to beat an akuma, and the fact that we did it makes me think that our personalities didn’t change that much. I…I don’t think I wooed you like I thought at first. I think something happened that made us think we’re important to each other.”

“Something like what?”

“Like finding out that we know each other as civilians. And, maybe… my civilian identity is the boy you love?”

There was a pause. Ladybug’s eyes grew in size as she processed what he just implied. This time, she was unable to contain it: a loud cackle ripped from her lungs, her hands on her sides. Like she had heard the funniest joke of the year. Meanwhile, Chat Noir’s face contorted into an offended pout.

“Jeez, I didn’t know the idea was so hilarious.”

“I’m sorry!” Ladybug wheezed. “It’s just that the idea of you and the boy I’m in love with being the same is insane. You two are so different!”

“I’ll have you know that the way I act as civilian me can often be very different from superhero me.”

“Re-Really?” Ladybug’s laughter started dying down.

“Yeah. You have no idea what I have to be when I take off the mask.”

“You’re right, I don’t. I’m sorry. It’s just very unbelievable to me. And very convenient to you.”

“You really don’t think I can be the same boy?”

“Well—” Ladybug was about to say ‘no,’ but was immediately reminded of that time Alya compared Adrien with Chat Noir. Or how Adrien was the person Claire Nightingale chose to play Chat Noir in her music video for their similarities.

“Uh, Ladybug? Are you okay? You look kinda pale.”

“HUH?!” she yelped at the sound of her partner’s voice. “I’m fine! I’m, I’m… I’m not sure.”

“You think I might be right?!” Chat Noir squeaked, seeming surprised to have convinced her.

“I don’t know!” Ladybug attempted to clear up. “But, you actually have a point. I wouldn’t have kissed you for your looks alone. Something had to convince me, so… Oh gosh, you might be on to something.”

“I can’t believe you agree!”

“Chat Noir, I know you tend to be the muscle in fights, but you’re not an idiot.”

“I can’t believe I might be the boy you like!”

“Okay, okay, let’s say you’re right,” Ladybug said, attempting to regain control of the conversation. “What do we even do with that information? We’re not supposed to tell each other who we are. And if we’re wrong, we’d reveal ourselves to total strangers and possibly hurt our friendship.”

“Hmm.” Chat Noir placed a hand on his chin. He then snapped his fingers. “I have an idea!”

“Do I want to hear this?” Ladybug groaned.

Chat Noir gave her a pleading look, so she gestured him to say his piece.

“What if you confess to the guy you’re in love with?” Ladybug tilted her head. He continued. “Since I’ll know you’ll be confessing, I’ll know that whatever girl comes to me tomorrow, or whatever day we pick, will be you. If you’re so sure that I’m not the guy you’re in love with, then if you confess to him, it wouldn’t be me. But if it is…”

“Are you sure you want to take that risk?” Ladybug asked, worriedly. “What if it’s not you? You’re basically giving me your blessing to be with someone else.”

“I’m sure I’m right,” he said confidently. “I don’t have to worry about you ending up with some other guy, when I know I’m right.”

Ladybug shook her head. “I’m still not fully convinced… But,” she bit her lip, “I do like the idea of finally confessing. Even if he turns me down.”

“Great! So tomorrow, confess your love, and we can figure out this whole thing!”

“Wait! We need a plan.”

“Why? We already have it.”

“What if someone else confesses before I do?” she pointed out. “If you’re right, but someone else beats me to it, you’d end up thinking I’m someone else.”

“Hmm. You make a good point.” Chat Noir pondered. “I did get confessed to at least three times in the last month.”

“Sure you did,” Ladybug teased.

“I’ll have you know I am much more popular underneath the mask than you think.”

Ladybug giggled. “I don’t doubt it. I’m sure you’re real smooth in school. I can imagine you flirting with girls in a leather jacket and sunglasses.”

“Huh.” Chat Noir stroke his chin. “I should try out the leathery bad-boy look. I do rock this suit pretty well.”

Ladybug laughed at his antics. She was glad to always be able to count on his witty remarks. Never easily embarrassed, the kitty cat.

Chat Noir snapped his fingers. “I got it. Wear green ribbons on your hair for your confession.”

“If only half my school didn’t wear them,” Ladybug said. “There’s a Chat Noir fan club that wears them on occasion. And the last thing I wanna look like while I confess to the boy I love is like a fan of another boy. If he turns out to not be you.”

“Alright. Buy him a gift then.”

“Any girl could bring something along with her confession.”

“Something unique then.”

“Hmm.”

Ladybug thought for a moment, until an idea popped up. She asked Chat Noir to wait a moment for her and attached her yo-yo to the nearest chimney. She lowered herself enough to reach a window where there was a middle-aged man working on a laptop on his desk. She lightly knocked on the glass, hoping to not startle the man, yet failing anyway, from what she could tell from how his computer moved several inches away from him.

Hoping to come off friendly, Ladybug waved at him. The man hastily opened the window.

“Woah, Ladybug! Knocking on my building!”

“Good evening, sir! Do you mind if I could have a piece of paper and borrow a pen?”

“Oh, of course!” the man said. An array of papers flew around the desk, right before he presented the heroine with what she asked. “You can keep the pen. I’ve got tons.”

Ladybug thanked him and bid him goodbye before rising back up to the rooftop. She sat down and started scribbling on the piece of paper. She stopped, tapping her lips with the end of the pen.

“Can I borrow your hand?” she asked.

Chat Noir lifted both his hands. Ladybug took the one with the ring and pulled it under her arm, away from view. She could feel Chat Noir hovering behind her, moving from one shoulder to the other. Like the curious cat that he was. When finished, she broke the paper in two and pressed them against her chest while she turned back to her partner.

“Is that a love letter?” Chat Noir purred.

Ladybug squinted. “No. It’s a design.”

She turned the papers around, revealing a simple shape of a ladybug in the middle of the trace of his ring.

“I will make his favorite pastry with a unique packaging. I’ll use green and black, and on a corner of it, I will place this design.”

Chat Noir blinked. “Wow,” he breathed. “M’Lady, I knew you were smart, but had no idea you could also design so well.”

“There are many things you don’t know about me, Chaton.”

“Or so you think,” he teased, leaning towards her.

“Eh, don’t get ahead of yourself,” Ladybug retorted, placing a finger on the tip of his nose and pushing him away. “I still think you’re wrong.”

“And I think I’m right.”

Ladybug giggled, but became thoughtful almost immediately.

“If you’re right, what would that mean for us?” She pondered. “We would be revealing our identities against Master Fu’s wishes… Oh no, this is a terrible idea!”

“Well… um, I guess I didn’t think about that,” Chat Noir mumbled. “We don’t have to. Maybe wait until after we beat Hawkmoth.”

“But if I do that, the boy I love might end up with someone else and I might never get the chance to tell him how I feel!”

“Then confess.”

“But if I confess and you’re right, we’d be breaking the one rule Master Fu gave us. What will happen then?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” Chat Noir determined. Ladybug pressed her lips together. “Sometimes, some risks are worth taking. And we don’t know how long it’ll take us to beat Hawkmoth. Would you wait another year or two to confess your love to someone?”

Ladybug took a deep breath. “I don’t want to. And I’m so tired of that rule too…”

“You are?”

“I always have,” she admitted. “But duty has always come first.”

“But now?” Chat Noir asked quietly.

Ladybug glanced at him. “But now, I feel like asking for forgiveness instead of permission. Besides, you could still be wrong.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Or maybe not. But I’d like to find out.”

“Honestly, I’m curious, too.”

“Welp, whatever happens,” Chat Noir grabbed the blue pen and one of the papers from her hands, “a little something to remember me by. Just in case.”

Ladybug watched as he drew a cartoon cat face next to the design she created. He then proceeded to hand it back. Though, he seemed to have forgotten how to hold a pen while wearing claws.

“You poked a hole in the pen!” she gasped, looking at the newly-made wound on the cheap pen.

“Oops,” Chat Noir chuckled. “Hazards of my sharp grip.”

“Chat—”

“Sorry.”

Nevertheless, Ladybug laughed as she shook her head. “It’s fine,” she said. “Another something to remember you by, right?”

“I guess it is,” he chuckled.

* * *

Adrien had a hard time hiding his excitement the next morning. With everything he did, a grin was plastered on his face. He tried concentrating on what he was doing, but a thought of a mysterious girl walking up to him with a delicious macaron kept sneaking into his mind. Making him smile like a fool by himself.

By the time he got to school, he tried controlling his features. With little success. As he met up with Nino, the boy stared weirdly at him. As they got to the lockers, Nino asked: “Why do you keep smiling like that?”

“It’s nothing,” Adrien shook off.

Right before their first class started, he asked again: “You’re still smiling. What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Adrien insisted.

By the time they got out of the class and went back to the lockers, Nino seemed to have had enough.

“Dude, seriously, you’re creeping me out,” he insisted, as he slammed his locker close. “What is going on?”

“Okay, fine,” Adrien relented. “What’s happening is that I’m in love.”

“Kagami?”

“No, someone else,” Adrien exhaled wistfully. “This girl… She’s brave, sweet, funny, just all around wonderful. She’s the greatest girl I’ve ever met and she’s gonna confess her love for me today.”

“Wait, what? Hold up, rewind.” Nino made a gesture imitating the word with his hands. “Why is this the first I ever hear about this girl?”

“Well, we don’t know each other in person,” Adrien cringed, scratching the back of his head. “I don’t even know what she really looks like. But she told me she’s confessing and I cannot wait to finally meet her in person.”

“Does she have a name, at least?”

“Uuuh, not yet,” Adrien admitted. “We only know each other by nicknames. It’s kind of a long story. But the point is that some girl is gonna confess her undying love for me, and I’m finally gonna be with the girl of my dreams.”

Adrien gazed starry-eyed into the distance, as he imagined a faceless girl in red with black polka-dots lovingly saying the three words he longed for.

“Wow,” Nino whispered. “You really got it bad for this girl.” He took a deep breath. “Welp, I’m really happy for you, dude. Whoever this girl is, I hope she’s everything you hope for.”

“Thanks,” Adrien sighed, closing his locker and starting his way to their next class. “Gotta admit, though, I’m a little nervous.”

“That’s a first!” Nino laughed. “I remember you were the one who was helping me when I liked Marinette.”

“All that, for you to end up with Alya,” Adrien teased.

“What can I say, love comes with whom you least expect it,” Nino said with a wistful sigh. Yet when he spoke again, his tone became more serious. “I have to ask, though, how do you know that this girl is really in love with you, and is not just a fan?”

“I know her,” Adrien responded. “I know she’s not the kind of girl to—”

“Adrien?”

The boy’s heart thudded against his chest. He slowly turned around, but only found the school president of his fanclub before him.

“Oh, hi Christie. What’s up?”

“I need to tell you something important.” She stepped forwards until she was only a meter apart. She took a deep breath and said: “I’m in love with you.”

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[lucysarah-c]

You're an og manga reader be for real, you didn't care for Levi as a character at first, right? Just curious, cause I too when I first started reading Attack on Titan, Levi honestly didn’t stand out to me much in the beginning, typical edgy side character. It wasn’t until the 57th Expedition arc that I really saw him in a new light

I actually wanted to answer this one because I found it funny. To explain my first impression of Levi’s character, we need to take a little trip back in time.

To the glorious year of 2013.

I was 14 years old, heavily into anime, and part of the Edgy group at my high school. I used to write fics on fanfiction.net for another fandom, and I was actually somewhat popular there. I was improving my English for an exchange program in England that… never happened. At the time, canon x reader fics weren’t all that common, especially in the anime fandom. Most fics of that style were for One Direction! Since I knew English, I could read the few canon x reader fics out there, so I took the trend and started writing the same concept, canon x lector, in Spanish.

ON THE COMPUTER THE GOVERNMENT GAVE ME. This is important because I got a “netbook”—basically a very tiny laptop, almost like an iPad 11' with a keyboard. Thanks to that, I could start watching, reading, and writing more, since the only other computer in the house was my brother’s, and I could only use it in “emergencies.” So yes, on a government-issued (and technically monitored) computer, I started writing and reading fics.

All my friends kept pushing me to watch Attack on Titan, which was airing at the time. Winter holidays came (July-August in Argentina), and my friend and I had a sleepover tradition to watch anime and read fics together. Back then—to show you how old I am, lol—there weren’t just “fanfic.net,” “deviantart,” or “quotev.com”; there were also BLOGSPOTS that people used like webpages to post fics. We used to participate on one that was neon pink, had a glitter kitty cursor, and posted BL fics in Spanish.

It was on that blog where my friend and I found a fic where a bunch of Attack on Titan characters moved into a cheap apartment building, only to find they were all neighbors (it was a modern AU). Nobody cared about age gaps back then, so Levi was dating Eren in the fic. And it was HILARIOUS: the building was a disaster, they spied on each other, they fought to get their money back because it was a scam… and the best part? They voted Levi to be the “Community Representative” to annoy Erwin, even though Levi didn’t want the job at all. They thought he had the perfect “shitty character” to go up against the real estate company.

So, Levi would walk into building meetings calling himself the “president” and Eren his “first lady.” The fic was SO good that my friend and I decided to check out the original anime (which was still airing at the time, by the way).

At first, from the way Levi was described in the fic, I thought he was Eren in the anime, so my friend and I were pretty confused. Then he actually appeared for the first time, and I remember thinking, “…he’s not that hot.” But then he had his first line, and I instantly fell in love. Season one ended, I needed more, and my friend and I decided to start reading the manga.

So, I’ve always liked Levi! …even back when he was just a random character in a fic that made no sense, haha. Ahhhh, those good old golden days, when I used to argue that Levi’s name wasn’t “Rivaille,” when I watched YouTube edits with “TikTok” or “Gangnam Style,” and when “snk on crack” was a thing. Smut was called “lemon” if it was explicit, and “limón” if it was just kissing. Taylor Swift had just released RED. My phone wallpaper was Levi’s dialogue to Eren in Spanish: “You have amnesia and your daddy goes missing. So convenient.” Because reading the word “daddy” was hilarious.

You had to be there to get it! I couldn’t tell my edgy friends I liked Taylor Swift because that was for the “popular girls,” and we were the edgy girls. Sigh—I was such a pick-me, insufferable teen… like all teens, lol. That’s why I always tell people to write whatever they want and enjoy it. You never know—maybe some random crack modern AU fic could lead a 14-year-old girl with no internet supervision to develop a lifelong obsession, haha.

[bluecoolr]

For Life Or Until Fault

Alt Timeline 2.0 Darrell Todd (Odile's Darrell) Introduction

@solmints-messyocdiary

Warnings: MINORS DNI! Main character/s are slasher ocs! Themes revolving around mental turmoil, religious trauma, paranoia, demonic possession.

The letter was typewritten on cheap lightweight paper, but it sat heavy on the desk blotter. Blowing a cloud of smoke, Sister Agatha stared at it from the window. It stared back with a presence as arresting as its sender. Her gaze traveled to the ancient typewriter sitting beside it. Putting out her cigarette, Sister Agatha sat down and began to write.

My Dear Sir,

I write this letter on behalf of Mr. Darrell Todd, who served Our Lady of the Abandoned Sanatorium as groundskeeper under my supervision.

He first came to us as a patient.

She decided against it and ripped the paper out of the carriage. She began again.

We came by his services in a fortuitous manner.

He had been hauled to the sanatorium’s doorstep by authorities, with no memory of how he came to Moldova or where he had been for the past five years. Haggard, starving, and understandably distressed, he was taken to the psychiatric wing - where he was put under her care. For the first few weeks he was inconsolable, and moved between periods of reflective silence and hysteria.

During his time with us, his Romanian was sparse but became sufficient with lessons. He has greatly improved as I see from our current correspondence. His English, as you may soon tell, is distinctly American.

He was a big man. Quite young. The hospital gown they gave him barely reached his knees. The nuns averted their eyes whenever they passed him, a desperate attempt to keep their vows . His patient tag bit into his wrist. He had remembered his name, at least.

Gradually, Sister Agatha was able to nurse him back to health. They struck up a friendship of sorts, with Darrell stubbornly keeping himself at a safe distance, protecting what little he knew about himself. With time, his stability returned and he began to volunteer around the hospital. “The Devil finds work for idle hands to do, Sister,” he reasoned.

He helped with the garden work, usually saving whole plots that others had given up on, and hunted pests that frequented the property. It had taken a great deal of convincing for her superiors to let a psychiatric patient have access to a hunting rifle. When he gunned down the fox that had routinely broken into their chicken coop, however, they stopped voicing their disdain.

Mr. Todd is intelligent and very eager to learn. He is the finest hunter that has ever graced our grounds, and possesses military accuracy. He is hardworking with a gentle, quiet nature and of strong Catholic faith.

Sister Agatha was at once bombarded by memories of Darrell in vomiting fits in the churchyard, trembling in every limb whenever he was told to come to mass. For all his stay at the sanatorium, he would never set foot in the church. He would pace outside, hum along to the hymns, and kick up soil once he had calmed down.

He would also avert his eyes from any image of Christ, going so far as to remove the crucifix that hung on his bedroom wall. Sister Agatha often found it stuffed under his bed and would return it to its place. Always, she would find it missing the next day, its outline glowing like a brand on the faded wallpaper.

“Sister, I beg you. Get me an exorcist.” The request had alarmed - if not terrified - her, but she had pulled strings to grant it.

“He needs a psychiatrist, Sister,” Father Grigore insisted, “not an exorcist. Has his amnesia improved at all?”

It had not.

“I don’t think it’s good, Sister. There’s guilt there. Subconscious. Why do you suppose he fears God so?”

And yet, the board deemed him rehabilitated enough to be released. He had benefited from their care for too long. And so, one day he was sent packing. He marched, forlorn but determined, down the deserted road, and that was the last she ever saw of him.

I wish for you a successful partnership. I could not recommend a more suitable man for the job.

Yours in God,

Sister Agatha

[mphillipsfms]

MONTEZ PHILLIPS’S PHONE - task #001

THE BASICS:

Brand of Phone - iphone 14 pro  (he got a new phone after the accident)

Color - space black

Case - jelly case that turns yellow after some time 

Locked or Unlocked? - locked, uses pin or facial recognition

Wallpaper/Lockscreen - a photo of him and @lukaplan when they were 3

USAGE:

Time - minimized screentime compared to before he got into the accident

Web Tabs - rresearch papers about retrograde amnesia that he’s definitely asked @dearclem about

Google - he just googled ECT and other treatments for retrograde amnesia patients, also outfits for meatloaf and lassy

Last Text Message - he just texted @themarissaharrison after finding out what happened at stoughton from @malachiphillips

SOCIAL MEDIA:

@ - he’s unoriginal so @montyphillips

Instagram - posts a lot more on his stories, photos of food, his pets aka ‘the kids’, his friends and loved ones @jacoboh @dearclem @malachiphillips @lukaplan @lanyphillips

Tinder/Bumble/Hinge/Grindr/Etc. - doesn’t know how dating apps work so don’t bother asking

Spotify - his playlist is here.

Tiktok - he got popular over making a waffle in class because he was hungry, so pretty much that blew up

Facebook - only uses it for school.

[nossumusmanus]

Get to know the Mun

What’s your phone wallpaper: My lockscreen wallpaper changes semi-frequently, but right now it's one of my favorite screenshots of my Quintus alt because I Just Think He's Neat. My actual wallpaper on there, though, is this pretty starry dusk sky to try and match with my Sailor Moon phone case.

Last song you listened to: Foo Fighters - Saint Cecilia, which I am ... currently listening to again, for the fifty-billionth time today.

Currently reading: I haven't sat down to read a book in forever; my attention span won't let me. But I am currently reading a gathering and crafting melding guide? So we'll just smile and nod and pretend that counts.

Last movie: A WWII movie called "Come And See". If you're into that sort of thing, I do recommend it.

Craving: Absolutely nothing. 8D

What are you wearing right now: Uh... khakis? In all seriousness, I'm wearing jeans and a purple slightly-bell-sleeved top.

How tall are you?: 5'7"!

Piercings / tattoos ?: Just my ears pierced.

Last thing you ate?: I may have just finished eating a little chocolate pie before I started answering this.

Favorite color(s): It's a toss-up between silver and blue, or gold and red. But I also really like pink and purple, especially softer shades.

Current obsession: FFXIV, Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs even though the game is old as fuck by this point, uh. That's kind of all I can think of at the moment, besides history -- primarily late 19th century/American Civil War up 'til the end of the second World War.

Any pets?: Six cats and one dog.

Do you have a crush right now?: Not really.

Favorite fictional character: Hmm. That's hard. I'll limit it to FFXIV characters, for the sake of not making a miles-long list.

In no particular order: Ameliance and Fourchenault Leveilleur, Aymerc de Borel, Raubahn Aldynn, Quintus van Cinna, Menenius sas Lanatus, Jullus pyr Norbanus, Minfilia Warde, Venat, Hythlodaeus, Hermes and Meteion, Dulia Chai and Chai-Nuzz, Kai-Shirr, Anogg and Konogg, Lucia goe Junius, Yotsuyu goe Brutus, Fordola rem Lupus, Misija Votyasch, like half of the fucking IVth Imperial Legion, Marsak and Basaljen of the Bozjan Resistance. Ryne and Gaia, Loghrif herself and Mitron too, Magnus gets thrown in there for breaking my heart, uh. Lahabrea, Themis, Erichthonios, Agdistis of course. Igeyorhm, Nabriales, Emet-Selch. The Warriors of Light from the First. I'm probably forgetting some, ngl.

... Actually, I lied about limiting it to FFXIV characters. Speaking of Magnus -- Magnus from MapleStory, as well as Von Leon from the same game. (Roleplaying as Von Leon is actually where my name "Vonny" stems from!) Oh and Oswald Mandus.

Last place you traveled: My sister and I went to this dog school about half an hour away to see about enrolling the puppup there because of her anxiety, and to help train her to be a service dog for my sister and dad.

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