#apple sweat sour cake

[mettatons-fat-doughy-asscheeks]

📖 Mettaton, but he's in a world of all kinds of infinitely regenerating candy.

*It was a very alien kind of feeling. Most people haven't walked on roads made of taffy or across a field of those sour ropes that took the place of grass. A surreal constructed world with houses, nature, and even lakes of soda. Simply without another sign of life who was using it or who could possibly built it all.

*One bite can't hurt...

*Time began to fly by after that first bite, time and more and more candy that is. A nibble here, a few clumps from the ground there. He started trying anything that looked new that he came across. Despite all the time passed it was only when drops of frosting from a massive cupcake car smeared against his chest that he'd noticed it was bare, that this entire time he'd been dressed in nothing but a tight pair of pink shorts. It only added to that dream like quality.

*Well there aren't any consequences in a dream are there?

*It was a fair way to think about it. Nothing like this could be real. All those flavors were just his processors firing off in his sleep mode providing artifical sensations. So why not experience more of them? Start eating entire chocolate branches off those trees and picking the green apple leaves right off and munch on them after. Stuff his face with handfuls of spongecake walls insulated with buttercream.

*I can't help myself here

*His inhibitions slipped more and more with every treat he partook in, and no matter how much destruction followed in his wake he could always come back for more it seemed. Gingerbread neighborhoods, caramel apple orchards, gummy museums? He barely took in the scenery it was all just more treats for him. Treats that never filled him up, instead settling heavily in his middle for moments before melting away his muscle mass into pure blubber. Pecs softened into plump and perky tits that formed rolls beneath his softening arms, melding into the burgeoning layer of backfat he was acquiring. His abs were a thing of the past, replaced by a gut that started round and taught but glurped and slorshed outwards with flab that rolled at his navel forming a two layer cake of lard. His toned thighs joined in with his perky butt in deciding to go soft and flabby, cellulite forming on them both as those cheeks widened into a doorway filling wideload.

*Moooore... Candy.... More.... Sugar

*His thoughts slowed like molasses, devolving into a single minded desire to eat more of the sugary world around him. The damage it did to his figure or the way it made him sluggish and encumbered wasn't even a consideration. Not when he could shovel armfuls of donut innertubes at the citrus soda beach. His perception of time may have been shot before but it was non existent now. He could have been wandering this place for years at this point, sporting a body that would make sense for an all candy diet taken on that long.

*Muh OUUUUUAAAARP gut want wheeeeeeeze more canduh mnfff

*The formerly fit and trim robot had become an unrecognizable behemoth of pure undulating blubber. At 6'6.6" in height it was a real testament to his uncomprising gluttony that he'd managed to make himself wider than he was tall. His bloated lard sack of a gut jutted in front of him, dragging along the ground and leaving a trail of slimy sickly sweet smelling sweat behind as if he were a slug. Flopped atop that double rolled monster were two tits enormous enough to make any woman jealous, engorged nipples pierced by thick candy cane barbells that sank slightly into those puffy areola. Those massive udders were slathered with the colorful remnants of his past conquests, the trail leading upwards to a pancake stack of tirelike chins that head head sank ever so slightly into. His face was truly a testament to just how much of a fucking whale he'd turned himself into. His cheeks spread out over his chins, which themselves pooled onto his shoulders and the mountainous backfat behind him, and even began to slightly encroach into the lower peripheral of his vision. His lips weren't spared either, the usually black pair were slathered in sweet and pillowy like his moobs had been when he'd taken his first bites. Thickened drool flowed from them, sparkling with a mysterious carbonation. His hair was messy, though sill parted neatly, and seemed to have grown a small bit. It didn't manage to hide one of the strangest features on that plump head of his, the fact that even his forehead had begun to take on a small amount of pudge, letting itself he seen slightly from within his vision much like his cheeks. Around his sides his pathetic and nearly useless arms sat comfortably atop an avalanche of lovehandles capped off by a peak of fat sideboob. Following that avalanche down lead to a massive shelf of ass that took up nearly enough of his backside to begin to sag to the ground a lot like his greedy gut had. It of course help up a very impressive cliff of blubbery backfat, enough of it to fondle like it was the front of an avarage fatty.

*Whuh.... That?

*Oh? That unusual. There looks like a person in the distance. Hope they don't get starstruck seeing a famous celebrity in the place like this. If they can recognize him still that is.

EXTREME SLOB CONTENT UNDER THE CUT

*Seeing something new? That called for an investigation. Time for a first step towards it.

*Hnnnngh mnfff FRRRPPPPPPPPTTT

*Of course it's not easy moving a ham planet like him. It requires serious serious effort. And effort with a destroyed digestive system like his meant totally voiding his bowels. Visible smoggy purple farts vented from his bloated slimy donut-like asshole, a signal of things to come. It didn't take long for it to be followed by a torrent of thick rainbow syrup squirting out at amazing force, piling up behind him as he glacially waddled forwards towards the distant unfamiliar thing. That purple pollutant obviously smelled sweet, like fermenting a patisserie. His technicolor waste on the other hand was distinctly more fruity, a Fanta syrup medley. He was like a bloated portable corn syrup factory. And he was in total bliss.

[romanticly-yours]

100 questions abt me:

1. What is your best friends name? I don’t have one

2. Year you were born in? 2011

3. What are you listening to right now?  Lucy In The Sky With Dimonds by The Beatles

4. Whats your favorite number? 7

5. What was the last thing you ate? Cake

6. If you were a crayon what color would you be? Purple

7. How is the weather right now? Cold

8. Who was the last person you talked 2 on the phone?  My godfathers

9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Hair

10. Do you have a significant other? In my dreams

11. Favorite TV show? Daria

12. Siblings? 2

13. Height? 5'1

14. Hair color? brown

15. Eye Color? Brown

16. Do you wear contacts? no

17. Favorite Holiday? Ieroween

18. Month? June

19. Have you ever cried for no reason? Ofc

20. What was the last movie you watched? Twighlight

21. Favorite Day of the Year? halloween 

22. Favorite season? fall

23. Fav anime? Ouran Highschool Host Club

24. Hugs or Kisses? I’ve Never Been Kissed™ but I’d love to have cheek kissed over hugs

25. Chocolate or Vanilla? vanilla

26. Do you read? Ofc

27. Fav fanfic trope? Older brother of best friend

28. Fandoms you're in? MCR, FOB, PATD, Paramore

29. What books are you reading? The Perks Of Being A Wallflower

30. Piercings? ears

31. Favorite movies? The Perks Of Being A Wallflower or Almost Famous

32. Fav song rn? Gypsy-Fleetwood Mac

33. What were u doing before this? Tumblr

34. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn? Butter

37. Dogs or cats? both

38. Favorite flower? Roses

39. Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do? who hasn’t

40. Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex? I used too

41. Have you ever loved someone? Yeah

42. Who would you like to see right now? DamonFizzy or GWay

43. Pizza or tacos? Pizza

44. Pronouns? She/her

45. Do you like to travel by plane? No

46. Right-handed or Left-handed? right

47. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2

48. Are you missing someone? Yes

49. Do you have a Tattoo? No

50. Anybody on myspace that you'd go on a date with? No

51. Do you usually sleep with your closet door open or closed? If it’s open I don’t bother closing it

52. Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotels? Yes

53. Do you use neos? No

54. Do you have a typing quirk? Yes, sadly

55. Have you ever stolen a street sign before? No but my dad has, I want too

56. Who do you think reads these? me!!

57. Spotify or Apple music?  Apple Music bcz my dad pays 4 it

58. Where are you? my bed

59. What's your plan for the day? sleep, school, shower

60. Do you ever count your steps when you walk? No

61. Do you chew your pens and pencils? Yes

62. Is it okay for guys to wear pink? Yes

63. What do you dip Chicken Nuggets in? Sweat n sour soucs

64. Last person you hugged/kissed? My mom

65. Were you ever a boy/girl scout? No

66. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? Monday

67. Are you lazy? Yes

68. Are you stubborn? Yes

69. Who is better...Markiplier or Jack? I never watched either of them

70. Are you neurodivergent? never diagnosed

71. Afraid of heights? yes

72. Do you think musicals are cheesy? yes but I’m still in theatre so

73. Is Christmas stressful? yes

74. Coke or pepsi? Pepsi

75. Major annoyance right now? My cds are at my grandmas in a different city

76. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Vet

77. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes

78. Ever have a deja-vu feeling? All the time

79. Do you take a medication daily? My iron medication

80. Wear slippers? no

81. What do you wear to bed? comfy clothes idk

82. OTP 4ever? i still don’t know what otp means

83. Worst fandom you been in? Danganronpa

84. Cheetos Or Doritos? Cheetos, the skinny ones

85. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Sunflower seeds

86. Ever hear of, "dn"? Deez nuts

87. Ever taken martial arts? no

88. Hair up or down? down

89. Can you curl your tongue? Yes

90. Tiktok or vine? Musically

91. Ever cried because you were so happy? Probably

92. Minecraft or Roblox? Idk

93. Did you have a gacha-life phase? Yes

94. Regularly burn incense? What

95. Ever been in love? Yes

96. Hot tea or cold tea? sweet tea !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

97. What type of kid were you? I was always the weird kid, I still am

98. Are you silly or goofy? goofy forsure

99. Milfs or Dilfs? no

100. What type of mom are you? I haven’t even had my first boyfriend yet

[babka-and-music]

[saryasy]

helloooooo dear 😘🦋 #5 💙💕

Bee, babe, thank you so much for the prompt AND the list!! sorry for taking so long my brain was not cooperating. Hope you enjoy 🧡

The prompts list.

5. Sickly/Sweet

Sam’s kisses are sweet, Bucky has come to realize.

Their first kiss tasted of cinnamon and honey. Though, Bucky is partially to blame for that one; the apple pie was his creation after all.

Their morning kisses tend to taste like that sickly sweet abomination Sam calls coffee, a wide contrast to Bucky’s black, but he can deal.

Good night kisses are a little minty like Sam’s favorite toothpaste.

At the office, kisses are always an anticipated surprise. They vary in taste depending on what type of gum Sam feels like chewing that day. Watermelon is Bucky’s favorite.

Some of them are tinged with blood from a busted lip, and full of adrenaline after a tough mission, but they still taste sweet underneath. They taste of Sam, and Sam’s kisses are always sweet.

The day they went cake tasting had an array of differently flavored kisses: chocolate, strawberry, hazelnut with a hint of dark chocolate. But they all had one thing in common, how sweat they were. Except for that citrus olive oil cake, Bucky doesn’t like to talk about that one.

Sometimes they’re a little salty, mixed with tears after they’ve had their first big argument. Or later, with sweat, as they make up for it.

Rarely do they ever feel sour, but sometimes they do. Like when they say goodbye before one of Sam’s solo missions.  

Morning kisses have been tasting of pancakes and maple syrup lately. Ava is the one to blame for those; she demands they have pancakes for breakfast every day.

Sam’s kisses are sweet, Bucky has come to realize.

But it’s okay,

He’s always had a sweet tooth anyway.

[fujin-ender]

fire emblem fates characters as scents: a list

[long post ahead!!!]

(also corrin isnt on this list bc they’re so versatile since they’re the customizable character, so i couldn’t really pick out specific scents for them)

ryoma:

horse bedding

spicy cinnamon

hemlock musk

xander:

saddle leather

polished wood

expensive spices

hinoka:

stripped bamboo

horse musk

baled hay

camilla:

mimosa

velvet

vanilla-cinnamon

takumi:

peach blossoms

pineapple juice

fresh rosemary

leo:

old books

the inside of an antique store

burning paper

sakura:

cherry blossoms

chai tea

strawberry milk

elise:

vanilla cake

wild lilies

banana-nut bread

saizo:

pine wood

nutmeg

earth after rain

kagero:

burning wood

bitter honeysuckle

iron

laslow:

jasmine flower musk

lotus blossoms

warm vanilla latte

peri:

copper

bitter apples

cold metal

azama:

lime tarts

butterscotch

wood floors

setsuna:

wet leaves

violin bow resin

sweet earth

beruka:

saltwater

gunmetal

old fabric

selena:

whiskey

cherries

sandalwood

hinata:

natural musk

sweat

black pepper

oboro:

expensive fabrics

clementine

amber wood

odin:

electrical smoke

lemon bread

old paper

niles:

strong black coffee

campfire smoke

the smell right after it’s rained

subaki:

camellia blossoms

peach cobbler

dried sweet grass

hana:

magnolia flowers

wet grass

heated metal

effie:

driftwood

honeydew melon

rusty metal

arthur:

oranges

sandalwood

leather

orochi:

new notebooks

fresh sea breeze

sour-sweet plums

kaze:

sweet mint

sea mist

cedar wood

mozu:

peonies

freshly baked bread

dark espresso

hayato:

a fresh spring breeze

herbal tea

sweet apples

rinkah:

woodsmoke

cooking meat

iron

scarlet:

toasted coconut

rainy woods

stone dust

nyx:

bitter blackberries

ancient books

red wine

kaden:

carrot cake

butter

orange soda

keaton:

rich earth

dark chocolate

dandelions

silas:

savory grapefruit

earl gray tea

watercress

izana:

fresh linens

vanilla hair oil

warm honey

yukimura:

barley beer

sake

dried bamboo

charlotte:

bitter oranges

whipped cream

nutmeg

benny:

dried wood

cut grass

caramel

shura:

evergreens

chimney smoke

ginger root

jakob:

clean citrus

americano coffee

musky incense

flora:

biting cold wind

cranberries

white lilacs

felicia:

dish soap

laundry detergent

carnation blossoms

reina:

copper

dark lavender

wilting roses

gunter:

unsweetened black tea

brown sugar

pine needles

azura:

rain

fresh flour

warm vanilla frappe

lilith:

dewy moss

bread dough

white peonies

mikoto:

sugar cookies

cherry-almond

sweet champagne

arete:

eucalyptus

dark berry wine

burnt sugar

garon:

expensive velvet

bitter grapes

overly strong red wine

hans:

old sweat

burned coffee beans

myrrh

iago:

split dark wood

cold bitter coffee

sour guava fruit

zola:

sour milk

musty cloth

rotting plants

[mansions-maiden]

Helloooww againnnnn xD

Thank you so much for taking my request before (arthur mc switch place). Sooo i wanna request again if you have timeeee xD

About young mc was a mischievous kid, problem child and often got spanked by her mom back then. So i wanna request the scenario of mc suddenly become a little girl and 12 of them will dealing with her shit*y mischievous behavior xD. Kinda wanna see they got tired and traumatic to have children xD

Thank you so much before and i love you so muchhhhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

this was so much fun to write! and sorry it was late! I was busy with school work and the first draft got deleted. so had to rewrite it from the scratch. T-T. wrote it long as a compensation! Enjoy the reading! And second request from the same person! Love you too❤💕

word count: 2K.

The sun rose in the east and dyed the streets of 19th century France in it’s orange hue. Sebastian went to wake MC up as she didn’t wake up yet.

*rap rap* “MC! wake up! It’s morning already!” , he knocked MC bedroom’s door for sometime and yet, there was no answer from the other side. Worried, he went to comte and grabbed the spare keys to MC’s room.

He went inside and searched for mc. But when she couldn’t be found anywhere, he called for comte and Leonardo. Hearing his calls, Leo and comte immediately came running into the room, only to find a small girl child, fast asleep amidst the silky bedsheets.

The three men looked at each other before Leonardo gently picked up the girl in his arms. A crescent smile crawled on to their lips at the sight of the little girl.

Comte took the girl from Leonardo's arms and put her on his hip, wrapping an arm around her little waist.

"who is this little girl? Where did MC go?" Comte asked looking around the room.

The girl woke up from her slumber due to all voices and movements. The three men stared at her. " Hey Leo, why do I get a feeling that this little girl is MC? her eyes look the same as our mc..ow!" Comte cried in pain while speaking as MC was pulling his blonde locks of hair painfully.

Leo laughed at Comte and Sebastian quietly snickered before composing himself and spoke" M.comte, I think we should explain the situation to residents too."

"You're right Sebastian. I shall inform them. " Comte said, finally freeing his hair from MC's grip.

MC was giggling to herself loudly.

(Aand mama Comte and papa Leonardo mode have been activated )

All the residents stared at the new arrivals in the dining hall.

" Goodness Comte! When did you become father? Congratulations on becoming father of 13 members!" Arthur spoke from one end of the table with a mischievous grin.

"stop it Arthur. I am no one's father. And this little girl here is our MC. Looks like she took something that changed her into her childhood self". Comte said with a little frown as he took his seat.

"oh really!? MC is so cute! Come here little girl!" Vincent aka the gentle angel took her from Comte and sat her on the table. "Do you want bread lil doll?" Vincent asked, giving her the baguette.

MC threw the baguette on the other side of the table ( I can hear the sound of Comte's breaking heart seeing his favorite dish being thrown away XD. )

The baguette smacked Mozart's face and a disappointed sigh was heard from him ." It's only morning and I have to deal with little MC's ruckus? She already causes enough trouble in original form.." Mozart said.

"Mama! Papa! Give me chocolates!" MC went to Comte and tugged at his cloak with her little hands.

"wait! Why the hell is she calling you mama and papa!?" Theo asked with a surprised tone to which Leonardo replied with a shrug and laugh.

“sebastian? can you buy her some chocolates? “ comte asked. Sebastian immediately went into the town. 

"You're soo cute Toshiko- little mc! I want to squish you in my arms!" Dazai said as he poked her cheeks and suddenly, a shrill scream of pain escaped his mouth. " Ahh~! Why did you bite my hand !? " Dazai screamed again looking at the red bite mark appearing on his fingers.

"No one touches mc!" Mc squealed and jumped on to the floor and began running. "Catch me if you can!" Mc ran out of the dining room and disappeared into the gardens.

Arthur, Vincent and Napoleon were soon on their feet searching for mc. "Now, where did this sneaky little girl go?!" Arthur said, wiping the sweat beads on his forehead. That's when the three heard heard the adorable giggles of a child.

They saw mc, covered in mud from tip to toe and Arthur's and Theo's dogs running and playing with her.

"Gotcha!" "Ahh~ Arthur! Hehee!" Mc squealed and wriggled , trying to escape from Arthur's grasp.

"hey! W-what are you doing?!" Arthur exclaimed suddenly as he found himself getting covered in dirt by mc. " Wowee! Noe Arthur us dirty! Napoleon! Shoo him away and throw him in the bath"

"Go and freshen up Arthur. I'll take care of her" Napoleon told Arthur and sent him into the mansion.

" Napoleon! Bend down! Bend down! Gimme a piggy back ride! "

"wai- woah!!" Napoleon was surprisingly pulled down by MC by his Cape.

And that's how MC had a whole tour of mansion with Napoleon as her personal horse.

The sun rose further into the sky and soon it was afternoon. All the vampires gathered at the dining table including Shakespeare, who was invited for lunch by Vincent.

Shakespeare heard the giggles of a child. "Why doth I hear the giggles of a child in thy mansion Comte? " Shakespeare asked searching for the source of the voice.

"our MC has turned into a child Will. Those giggles are of our MC." Vincent explained what had happened from the morning.

" oh- looks like destiny has strange ways of entertaining herself.." Shakespeare murmured to no one and called out for MC.

"Shakespeare! You're here. I have some stories for you. Do you want to listen?" Mc asked running into the dining hall.

"what may those stories be little Angel?" Shakespeare asked, making her sit in the chair next to his.

" Do you know, Theo has sweet tooth secretly. He even fills his entire pancakes with sugar syrup! He dips everything he finds in sugar syrup.! And he wants Vincent  to love only him!”

"oi little Hondje ! What do you think you're blabbering about?!" Theo rose from his seat, as he stopped  eating his sugar syrup dipped pan cakes. XD .

"Vincent! Protect me from your darling brother!" MC said hiding behind Shakespeare and sticking her tongue out at Theo.

The mansion reverberated with the laughter of residents as she went on and on telling her stories , which had some of the most embarrassing stories of residents and had left residents with burning cheeks.

After lunch, Theo called little mc and took her out into the town along with his dog King. “ MC! come here! Don’t go wandering off!” Theo was having hard time catching mc and looking after his King at the same time.

“THEO! Come here! You must see this! It’s so cute!!” MC approached Theo and dragged him by his arm. Theo turned to stone as soon as he saw what had caught the sight of mc. “Theo! Theo? ...Hello..Theo!” MC shook Theo by his arm and Theo immediately looked down at her with a flustered gaze,” Why would you want to show me a cat?! You little rascal!” Theo bent down to reach mc’s height. “Oh.. Are you afraid of cats? I’m sorry! I didn’t know that.. but! OH! I gotta tell this to all the members!”

“Don’t you dare!” Theo now ran after MC as she sped off towards mansion. Her mischief kept all the residents on high alert their toes and they didn’t even realize it was evening.

When mc was roaming through the corridors, she found Leonardo fast asleep near the library doors again and  a sudden idea popped in her mind. She woke up Leonardo and gave him a glass of water. “ Leo! I thought you might be thirsty. So I brought you a glass of water!”

Unable to resist her puppy dog eyes, he took a sip of water, only to spit it out the next instant .” What did you mix in this cara mia?!”

“uh-oh! I think  I mixed the salt without my knowledge. Thank you for saving my tongue Leo!” mc said laughing and ran off into the corridors.

Sebastian was in kitchen, cooking dinner  when he felt his waistcoat being tugged. “ Hey, peasant! Bow down to the queen! “ MC posed as a queen with crown stolen taken from comte’s room. “ Your lovely highness, I’m afraid you’re not a queen yet. But the princess of this mansion does deserve a treat. Here” Sebastian told as he kept a chocolate bar in her mouth. A sweet moan escaped her mouth as the chocolate melted in her mouth. “ Yours truly is satisfied peasant! You may continue your work!” MC said as she went off, still chewing off the chocolate in her mouth.

“It looks as if looking MC is much harder than all the 11 vampires combined together..” he sighed as he murmured to himself.

after sometime:

Isaac heard a soft knock on his door and he opened it, and found little mc with her hands behind her back and mischief dancing in her eyes. “I am here to give you this” MC said with a smile as she gave him  a paper. A sour face was made by Isaac as soon as he saw the paper she gave. “What is this?! Not you too!” Isaac cried out as he saw the drawing of Isaac saying, “I love apples” and many more drawings related to apples.

“OH MC! COME HERE!” Isaac shouted as MC ran away, laughing loudly on her way. The residents heard the commotion and came outside, only to find Isaac with a flustered gaze and panting heavily. “Who told mc about apples and me?! Now even she joined in Arthur’s cult!” Isaac told everyone and everyone burst out laughing.

Comte called her into his room and sate her in the chair across him as he asked,” Cherie? Here you go , I bought this for you. “ Comte said as he gave her the new dresses and chocolates.

“ aah!! Comte! thank you so much!! You’re my mama!!” Mc squealed as she hugged comte’s knees.  She stretched out her hand and told, “mama! say aah!” comte opened his mouth and soon found out that she had given him a chocolate. He took her into his arms and sat her on his lap, kissing her nose and forehead affectionately.

After dinner:

MC was on the couch yawning  and scrunching her eyes when comte and Mozart found her. “Are you sleepy cherie? Would you like to sleep?” Comte asked, bending down. “Yes..” “ I shall play a lullaby then. Will you listen to it MC? “ . “yeah...” mc yawned again.

Mozart told comte to follow him into his music room with mc. Mozart began playing  lullaby as soft as the wind chimes in the windy night on his piano. Comte ran his fingers through the hairs of mc as he watched her fall asleep, with her head in his lap with a smile on his face. ‘could this day get any better?’ he thought to himself as continued petting her head.

After MC fell asleep, he carried her gently in  a princess carry into the hall where everyone is gathered.

“Is she asleep?” everyone looked at mc’s sleeping face with adoration as Napoleon asked. “ I can’t believe she has the nerve to sleep after keeping us on our feet the entire day.” Theo sighed .

“ I do agree..she’s such a handful kid.. But it is the most refreshing day and most adorable thing I’ve ever seen”  Arthur said, stretching his hands above his head and laughed.

“I can’t believe one of the most feared emperor  ended up becoming a personal horse for a little girl” napoleon said rubbing his still aching back and shoulders.

“Does anyone want to have a kid here in the mansion?” Sebastian asked with a curious gaze.

“No! Having mc already in her original form is enough to us. She’s just like a big grown up baby. “ Leonardo said with a smile.

“I’m so glad that everyone thinks of MC the same way” Comte said laughing.

“We all are tired today due to her. Let’s call it a day guys..” Everyone retired to their own rooms and comte put her to sleep in her room before going to his room.

Next day, mc was back in her own form with no memories of the previous day. But everyone kept their mouths sealed for they wanted to hide their smile whenever they saw her and were mesmerized by her innocence.

[abeltownshipslittlebitch]

Aesthetic Meme For My Five (Callista Glover)

{ colors ]  brown. orange. yellow. green. sky blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. blue. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ elements ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. dewdrops. humidity. void.

[ body ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. thin. short. tall. muscular. toned. lean. piercing. tattoos. scales.

[ weapons ] fists. sword. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. whips. knives. pepper sprays. tasers. lasers. machine guns. slingshots. staffs. wands. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. legs. sniper rifle. machete. experimental augmentation.

[ materials ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. crystal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. satin. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. dirt. mud. ash. rubber. synthetics.

[ nature ]  grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. clouds. mountains.

[ animals ]  lions. wolves. tigers. otters. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. foxes. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. rats. jaguars. bats.

[ foods/drinks ] sugar. salt. sour. spicy. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread. grapefruit. cakes.

[ hobbies ]  music. art. watercolours. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. reading. acting. singing. boxing. martial arts. self-defense. medicine. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theatre. libraries. magazines. cds. records. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. driving. eating. traveling. climbing. running.

[ style ]  lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. midriffs. tank tops. sandals. flats. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. rings. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. sweater. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. makeup. red lipstick. tactical gear. suits.

[ misc ]  balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. leadership. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. anger. hatred. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. subordinates. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. alcohol. kindness. love. manipulation. hugs. smiles. memes.

[starlightrows]

The Perfect Day

Pairing: Paz Viszla x reader

Word Count: 2k

Tags: Dangerously high levels of fluff!

Summary: Paz goes out of the way to make your birthday special!

AN: Second time posting this, the original got deleted by mistake! This was created to celebrate my birthday! Loosely inspired by @maybege soulmate!paz!

Your nose twitches at the sweet smell of cocoa and coffee as you begin the pull towards wakefulness. The heavy blankets and duvet that keep you warm is being pulled back, and you can feel gentle breath being puffed onto your cheeks. He places gentle pressure on your forehead, again on your temple trailing down to the apple of your cheek to the tip of your nose. By the time he reaches your lips you can’t contain your sleepy smile. His laugh is deep and hearty between gentle kisses, coaxing you into opening your eyes.

“Good morning birthday girl,” he smiles. You squeeze your eyes shut and push your face up to his to nuzzle your nose against his, feeling extra cuddly from his wake up kisses.

“Good morning,” you reply

“Made you breakfast,” he says, you open your eyes and sit up with him.

“Oh! Thank you honey,” He brings a bread tray forward, loaded with a massive plate of what you correctly assume to be savory waffles, a bowl of fruit, and two cups of coffee. He sits on the bed cross legged in front of you, placing the tray between you.

You excitedly dig, enjoying the crispy exterior of the waffles and rich chocolate laced into the coffee. He sits back enjoying his coffee, and the fruits of his labor.

“Paz, there is so much of this. How early did you get up to pull all this off?” You ask, because even with both of you eating there is a lot of food.

“Not as early as you think, this is turning out to be more of a birthday brunch than a breakfast” he smiles sheepishly. You glance at the clock on his dresser. He’s right, it’s a quarter past 11. He let you sleep in well past your normal lazy day wake up time.

“I figured if I was going to make your favorite breakfast anyway, I might as well make a lot so we can save some for the next few days,” he explains

You can’t help but smile, it was a thoughtful gesture, but if he didn’t put them away soon you’d sit there and eat the whole platter full!

When the bunch was finished, you helped him take the dishes downstairs, despite his protests.

“It’s your day love, is there anything you’d like to do?” He asks while washing the utensils you’d used to eat.

“Well with all the fresh snow on the ground, I was thinking we could pull out the snow shoes and do a hike. We could try the lookout loop again,” you reply, peeking out the massive front window at the snowy driveway and dense forest just outside the cabin. While the ground may be covered in a thick blanket of snow, the sky is free of heavy cloud cover “it’s pretty clear out today, hopefully we’ll be able to see the valley this time,”

“Yeah, sounds great. I can pack the hiking bag if you want to go pull the snow shoes out from the equipment closet,” he tosses a tea towel over his shoulder. You nod and slammer off to find the snow shoes.

Half an hour later, you and Paz are sitting on the bench under the covered back porch wearing snow pants, lightweight thermal jackets, beanies and gloves; strapping the snowshoe attachments to your heavy snow boots. Paz carries the big hiking bag that houses your emergency supplies and water for the wintertime hike, while you carry the smaller bag that has snacks and a blanket for the look out point.

He gives you a hand up, and lets you lead the way to start out the hike. You’d done this hike together many times before, once you started moving you almost didn’t need to think about it. He fell in step just behind you and the two of you shared easy, fun conversation as you hiked the familiar path up the mountain. Air was still and cold, but you felt amazing, kept warm by your insulating layers and the movement of your body. This hike was beautiful as it is in the summer months, but winter was its own kind of beauty.

The last mile or so to reach the lookout point was the hardest part, Paz’s long strides made it somewhat easier for him and you laughed as he passed you on the uphill climb. Just like he always did. He welcomed you at the top with a gentle hand, leading you to the lookout point. This place was special to the two of you. You’d come up here dozens of times together, he’d proposed to you on this spot, and a year later you’d gotten married at the top of this mountain.

“You were right,” he said, directing your attention out over the valley. It was pristine and perfect. The valley was like a bowl, fully surrounded on all sides by steep snow capped mountains. The lake in the center was a deep dark inky black, without so much as a ripple on the water. The lack of breeze in the chilled air made everything still. It was absolutely gorgeous and exactly what you had been hoping for.

Paz helped ease the pack off your back, and fished the blanket out from the bottom. He did his best to dust off one of the massive boulders you often sat on when coming up here, and spread the blanket out over it.

You sat together on the blanket enjoying crisp apples, sour gummy worms, salty jerky and of course passing a thermos full of cocoa back and forth. The only acceptable lunch for a day hike you claimed.

Before long you and Paz packed up your blanket and small amount of trash back into the bag, and triple checked to make sure everything was just the way you had found it. Together you set off back down the mountain, leading for home.

As the two of you neared the edge of the forest, Paz reached out and snagged your arm.

“Shhh, look!” He whispered pointing through the trees towards the cabin. You followed his gaze and the direction of his finger. Your eyes went wide, and your jaw slacked in elated shock.

Through the trees you could see it, a massive bull moose, leisurely strolling through your backyard about 30 yards away from where you and Paz stood. You had to cover your mouth to suppress your giddiness. Moose are your favorite animal, and one of the more rare animals to see on this side of the mountain. This was the biggest one you’d ever seen, and certainly the closest you’d ever been to one.

Of course you were well aware of how dangerous they are, so being protected from its view by the trees at this comfortable distance was the best and safest scenario for you. But this was also the coolest, most exciting thing that had ever happened to you! Eventually the Moose trotted along and disappeared into the trees on the opposite side of the property. You shared a look with Paz.

“Oh my god! That was a little intense,” you said following him towards the house

“I know. I’ve never seen one that close in my life. I almost wish we’d had a camera,” he replied.

You sat together on the back porch once more, removing your snowshoes, and kicking the remaining snow off the bottom of your boots. Once inside both of you stripped out of your snow pants and coats, leaving you in base layers and socks. You hung up the heavy gear in the entryway closet, and collected the extra bits that could go in the wash like socks.

Paz approaches you leaned down a bit and kissed the top of your head.

“If you let me rinse off real quick, you can take a bath while I work on dinner,” he offers

You hum at the attention of his kisses, “How can I say no to that. Its a deal babe,”

True to his word, Paz jumps in for a very quick shower just to get the sweat off of his body. He emerges from the bathroom with wet hair and warm skin. He gives you one more lingering kiss before letting you run off to draw a fancy bath for yourself.

Meanwhile he busies himself in the kitchen to make sure he’s got enough time to finish dinner, that he had secretly already started that morning, as well as the dessert he had planned.

By the time you’re coming back downstairs looking very cozy in an oversized knit sweater and leggings, dinner is on the table and dessert is just going into the oven. The table is set for the two of you with your favorite meal, and a nice candle in the middle. You sidle up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“This is so romantic, you did all this for me?” You gaze lovingly at the beautiful dinner awaiting you.

“Of course,” he wraps his arms around you too, giving you a loving squeeze. He pulls away, and invites you to sit. The food is delicious, perfectly cooked just the way you like it. As you finish a timer goes off back in the kitchen.

You look past him into the kitchen, then turn your eyes back to him. “Paz?”

He grins mischievously, and gets up to pull dessert from the oven. It’s a small chocolate cake, and from the looks of it he’s attempted to make a lava cake with a gooey fudgy center. He turns it out onto a dish, and pulls the mold up and off it. He looks rather proud of himself. He sticks a single delicate white candle in the middle and deftly lights it. He sits it down in front of you with the warmest most genuine smile.

“Happy birthday baby,” he says “Don’t forget to make a wish,”

You giggle and give him a gentle smile, “I don’t know what more I could possibly wish for,” He grins at you. You do know what to wish for. You wish to be this happy every day. To feel this loved and cherished every moment for the rest of your days. You wish he would feel the same love and devotion coming from you. And you blow out the candle.

He produces two spoons and you share the dessert, finding its rich spongey cake to be without a shadow of a doubt the best dessert you’ve ever had. And you make sure to tell him that.

“I must be the most spoiled woman in the world. Breakfast, dinner and dessert! Will you at least let me help you do the dishes?” You ask when the plate has been all but licked clean of his chocolatey confection.

“Not a chance. You’re gonna go pick a movie,” he tells you, taking the plates into the kitchen to be washed. You laugh and shake your head, but acquiesce.

He joins you in the living room, and tumbles onto the couch pulling you on top of him to snuggle. In the end you choose an old favorite movie of yours, one that still makes you laugh despite the obviously terrible jokes. You’re half heartedly paying attention, more just basking in the warmth of Paz’s chest and the nostalgia of the film. Paz is not paying attention to the movie at all. He’s stroking your hair, and memorizing every detail of your face looking so blissful and content. Despite having been married for two years now, and together for two more, he could still spend an eternity studying your face and find something new or cute or amusing.

Your gaze drifted up to meet Paz, and your smile seemed to melt into a wider sleepier smile as you exhaled deeply.

“Good birthday?” He asks

“Mhm...” you nod “Perfect,”

[steves-on-a-plane]

For Frosting & Feelings (Pt 2)

Part One  Written for: @buckybarnesbingo​   Words: 1272 Square Filled: Baker!Bucky Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader   Warnings: none Summary: Reader and Bucky are owners of rival bakeries. This year they’ve decided to team up for the town’s cake-off. Can their new found truce survive after years of competing?  

“This is the craziest thing that either of us has ever done.” Bucky told you as he studied the three-foot cake before you.

The cake was composed of a flat sheet cake base with carved rolling hills of various levels. Above the hills was a small stack of round cakes help up by columns. Atop the small cake was a photo realistic sleeping lion made of cake, fondant and modeling chocolate. The tallest part of the cake was another stack of round cakes with a lamb atop it. While the lion slept below, the lamb peered down at him.

The sheet cake base had been intricately decorated to look like a field of grass and wildflowers. There was a waterfall made of melted sour blue candies that connected to a stream which ran through the middle of the cake. The candy steam even had modeling chocolate fish swimming around in it. Visually it was an impressive cake backed by equally as impressive flavor profiles. The flat sheets were lemon and mint cake with lemon zest buttercream frosting. The lion round cake was apple cinnamon and the lamb cake was banana with hazelnut buttercream.

“Better together for sure.” You decided. “But gosh I am so tired.” You leaned your head against Bucky’s shoulder, bearing some of your weight on him.

“We’ve been at this for hours.” Bucky acknowledged. “Competition doesn’t start for another seven hours. That’s plenty of time for a nap.” He suggested. Bucky put one arm around your shoulder, holding you.

“We have to get this cake to the venue by six.” You yawned. “That’s in three hours.”

“Nah the cake has to get there. We don’t have to bring it.” He pointed out. Bucky fished his phone out of his pocket and called someone. They chatted quickly before Bucky ended the call. “My guys’ll be here in a few. They’ll pick up the cake and make sure it gets to the venue safely. After that I’ll drive you home.”

“I can drive myself!” You snapped, pulling away from him.

“[Y/N], you were tired when I got here. After making this thing? You’ve got to be out right exhausted. I’m going to make sure you get home safe.” He insisted.

“Look at that, chivalry isn’t dead.” You smiled. It didn’t take long for Bucky’s team of cake movers to arrive. The two of you helped break the cake down into movable sections and load it into the Patisserie’s refrigerated box truck. “They better be careful with my cake, Bucky.” You told him ask you watched his truck drive away.

“First of all, that’s our cake. Second of all, have I ever showed up with a damaged cake?” He questioned you.

“Okay, Okay.” You held your hands up. “I just need some sleep.”

“My car’s just out back.” He said, walking towards the back door.

“Right.” You and Bucky made sure everything was locked up out front before exiting the bakery through the back door and lock it. “Actually, I live upstairs.” You pointed to a set of stairs that led to an apartment above your bakery. “So, if you’re too tired to drive home…”

“That depends, do you have a good couch?” Bucky questioned as you started walking towards the stairs.

“No.” You shook your head, looking back at him over your shoulder. “It’s okay to watch movies on, but it’s terrible to sleep on. However, I have a great bed with room enough for both of us.” You faced forward again climbing on the stairs.

“If I would have known all it took to get in bed with you was bake you a cake, I would have done it years ago.” Bucky joked as he climbed the steps behind you.

“I just realized, I never thanked you.” You’d reached the landing at the top of the stairs. You unlocked your door and stepped inside of your apartment.

“I can think of some ways you can thank me.” He said cheekily.

“Maybe tomorrow after we win the cake-off. For now, sleep.” You yawned again. Bucky shut and secured the door while you stumbled your way into the bedroom, stripping your clothes as you went.

“This feels like someone isn’t playing fair…” He commented following after you. You felt a warm pair of hands on your waist and before you knew it you were being lifted off the floor.

“Now who’s not playing fair?” You giggled as he cradled you in your arms.

“Mmm you smell like frosting.” He whispered.

“You smell like sweat.” You teased him.

Bucky managed to find the bedroom easily enough. He kicked the door open wider and brought you both to the bed. His lips were on yours the second your head hit the pillow. You kissed him back your fingers grasping at his shirt hungrily. The years of animosity and rivalry had finally boiled over into passion. Suddenly you weren’t very tired anymore.

When you finally paused to catch your breath, Bucky seized the opportunity to tug off his shirt and pants. He flopped down in the bed next to you. You rolled over so you were both laying on your sides. Bucky seemed to be studying you, his eyes traveling up and down your body. You started to do the same, but you stopped short at the sight of his arm.

“I just realized I never asked you about it before.” You apologized.

“Mostly people don’t.” His said quietly. “My finance manager tells all our new hires that I lost it in an industrial mixer. Always scare the hell out of them.” He chuckled.  

“What’s the truth?” You asked.

“Motorcycle accident when I was a kid. Thought I was cool, zipping between cars and this one guy couldn’t stop in time. I cut him off and…well I’m lucky it was just my arm.” He huffed. “Scared the stupid out of me though. Sold what was left of that bike and my other one the second I was released from the hospital. That’s also when I picked up baking. I was home recovering for a long time. My mom was a huge baker. Made dessert for me and my pops every night. I started helping out while I was home and now I’m the best baker this town has even seen.”

“Second best baker.” You corrected him.

“If you want to start tallying our wins, year by year...” He offered.

“Full transparency, I did that once.” You admitted sheepishly. “There was that scholarship contest in High School, do you remember?”

“The prize was like $200, right?” He recalled.

“A $200 prize you won for a deflated suffle! I was young and petty, but I’ve been keeping a tally ever since. We’re actually tied for wins at the moment.” You told him.

“And it’s going to stay that way when we win the competition together tomorrow.” Bucky told you confidently. “How about you, [Y/N]? How did you get into baking?”

“Easy Bake Oven.” You told him. “My parents got me one when I was little, it was the hot toy that Christmas and I loved it. They had all these little kits with premeasured ingredients and I worked my way through the entire catalog of options After a while I started making my own recipes and by the time I was ten, I was using a real oven.”

“And when did you learn your signature croissant recipe?” He questioned.

“I knew it! You do like my croissants!” You exclaimed.

“I like a hell of a lot more than your croissants, [Y/N].” Bucky assured you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, kissing you again.

[obey-me-angel-bros]

*holding a tray of freshly baked pastries* Do any of you like sweets? I kinda made too many... and is there any you boys could recommend?

Yaaay!!! Thank you so much, my angel uwu

Now I can take a break and eat something sweet.

Hmmm, you can try making a Paradise Cake, like the one we made for our first 100 followers,

it’s really sweet and creamy and if you do it well it also looks much prettier-

No nonononono!!!! Levi!!! D:<

-Asmo❤

Mmmm, it’s much more fun to study with a snack! (≧▽≦) 

Oh! If you wanna try making any desserts, you can try making these fluffy Japanese pancakes (*´﹃`)

They look sooo goooodddd, I wanna have them one day!!!

-Levi💧

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Aaaaaaa~ Just in time! I started feeling sleepy and this might be just the thing to help me get my energy back!

You’re the best, human! 😁

OOH! IT’S HOT OUCH

-Mam⭐

Hey now! You don’t have to swallow it whole!

You’re not a Black Swallower you know!

-Uriel

Sir, there's another one here, do you want it?

The followers of our blog, the humans I told you about, gave it to me.

-Mam⭐ 

*Nods nods*

Yes please! 8D

-Uriel

Mmmmmmm~

Your humans are incredible! I think this apple pastry just became my favorite human food!

Golly, they seem really kind! I would really like to chat with them one day! 8)

-Uriel

U-uhm

*Sweats*

S-sure 😅

-Mam⭐

Oh! As for the recommendation, I have an entire section of my private library dedicated solely to recipe books and scrolls, you’re welcome to drop by and borrow some! 8)

I could even make some hot beverages I enjoy since it’s not often that anyone spends time with me so it would be quite the occasion! I could even make some-

-Uriel

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This looks splendid.

*He bites into it, closing his eyes, a soft smile spreading on his lips*

And so is the taste.

What a pleasant pastry, I greatly appreciate this especially since you used apples for it.

If you feel adventurous enough, you could try making a pastry under the name of “Maafei Shkiaa”. It is very fruity and its’ taste is quite complex, both sweet and sour.

...

I hope you do not mind, I want my mentor to taste one as well. He is quite the sweet tooth *he giggles slightly*.

Sir Michael, I come bearing-

-Big Brother Lucy☀

The humans’ food?

No.

-Michael

...

The human sent it as a gift-

-Big Brother Lucy☀

No thank you, Star.

-Michael

But you like sweets-

-Big Brother Lucy☀

No.

Thank you.

-Michael

...

-Big Brother Lucy☀

...

-Michael

...

Lucifer.

If you keep staring at me this way I’ll have to punish you for bothering me.

You wouldn’t like that, would you?

-Michael

...

._.

i’m sorry, sir

i’ll leave

-Big Brother Lucy☀

[jupiterfoxx]

Sweet bitter,

A scent that lingers on the skin

Like a stain,

Marking its prey, ‘ready for slaughter’,

Young, her body fresh

For the picking,

Spiderwebs of abused potential, layered cake deep,

Memories that reel in the mind of summer sweat,

Blossomed enough to land male gaze,

Unable to bloom,

Drooling like dogs savoring fresh meat,

Withering and rotting, plucked too soon from fertile soil,

To spoil,

Blush cheeks, rouged lips,

Like a stop sign, freshly painted

Causing you to halt,

But stop? No,

They take, they defile,

Inhaling fresh air or poison,

Gnarled morals embedded in adolescent boys who don’t know remorse,

Covering their lustful sins with alcoholic dreams of false what-ifs and when’s and a “yes” they never received,

A worm within a rotting apple,

A cherry pie left out over-night, infested,

Under the skin, crawling,

Scratching an itch that only wounds,

Picking ‘til it bleeds,

Lush crimson and grime,

Curdled milk on the counter, like cruelty twisting,

Turned sour,

Bare shoulders, a wickedness,

Foaming at the mouth and smoking cheap cigars,

Growing up can be dangerous

for a young girl,

Sins of a town leave hushed scars left on juicy skin,

Melting ice, clinking in a tall glass,

Sweat beads down, like a clock,

changing 10 cent lemonades to twelve-dollar beer,

Roller skates to high heels,

Innocence to debasement,

Eyes wide, they stare, snickering,

A sickly-sweet grin, a simple remark stirring nausea,

“You smell ripe.”

[amieyhko]

Escapril 2019

escaprilday 2019 // 1: a fresh start

two Costco bags full of

umma-certified clean clothes,

“unpacking cannot begin with wet clothes”

Taipei humidity is unkind.

coins clink,

white noise revs

drowning out the drizzle

as heart somersaults

to the rhythm of the cycles:

what — tum — am I — ble

doing — tumble — here?

the darks tumble its final spin

as the lights

click —

into a stop.

a whiff into a warm towel

warns me the comforts of home,

promising

of munchies, blankies, and speedy wifi

of cushy floor space where crafting

and writing past midnight can be done in secret

but —

fold — maybe — toss — I changed —

yellow blouse — or gave up too easily —

fold — or could it be —

toss — I’m listening to all the wrong voices? —

red turtleneck — no — flick —

wait, this is so soft now, I guess the washing machine in that guest house in Seoul was indeed really terrible —

fold — yes, this is how it should feel on my skin —

toss – my heart knows, though —

fuzzy sock — maybe home is where I need to be right now —

into basket — there’s nothing wrong with —

grab — starting over again.

escaprilday 2019 // 2: april showers

you said all memorable moments

include an unexpected deluge

I nod and laugh

as the metro ac pierces through

my drenched jacket

I shiver as I feel my clammy socks

cling onto my not-rainproof Docs

("they're not?" you ask in shock)

ears ringing still

from speakers booming

throat scratchy from scream-singing

at the top of our lungs.

still, you smile, shiver, and say,

with half-dazed eyes,

all good memories

end in rain.

escaprilday 2019 // 3: incorporate music

“Hope I’m not tired of rebuilding”

at this in-between

this time of heating up lukewarm lattes

and microwaving soggy french fries,

a surrendering of old and new

kindles a familiar tune:

“not what’s easy, what do you want?”

at this in-between,

the seconds between a squat and a jump

or the hours during an endless free fall,

a whisper sings an awakening:

“even a phoenix dies”

so at this in-between

muster up the strength to

inhale blue

and exhale gold.

escaprilday 2019 // 4: anxiety

lacuna

¡amiga!” he chimes like clockwork

with a sonrisa that has probably charmed plenty of hearts.

my fist bumps his and I walk toward the dark halls

where they tilt their heads forward and say

“안녕하세요” they grin,

some fake, others genuine,

mostly muscle memory.

“哈咯“ she greets as I turn the corner—

a sound of familiarity.

the velcros on my lips finally relax

till we part ways to our stations

“how are you?” their words flow dry

they probably don’t want to find out

my tongue lands on one syllable:

“good”.

escapril 2019 // 5: back to nature

I’ve a secret spot for seeing stars in Taipei City.

after a day downtown,

blasting my headphones at damaging decibels,

fixing makeup with samples at drugstores,

and chasing after buses,

I skip down the announced “platform two for Taipei Zoo”

and gaze down at the light show stage named Zhongxiao Fuxing.

as the red greens, a rush of headlights streams at me—my eyes

lose focus, my heart

leaps back into my chest just as

the home-bound metro approaches.

//

I’ll always remember the yard at Tiszavasvári

where we lay to see a starry night drawn by the Creator

after a day of listening to screaming children,

braiding their hairs,

and chasing after the impossible ones,

we stood in awe, jaws dropped, then soon learned

our necks weren’t strong enough

so we lay down, evening breeze

accompanied by the crickets sang a lullaby—

my eyes played a senseless game

of connect-the-dots, my heart skipped several beats

as I let go of the memories of beds and blankets.

escapril 2019 // 6: nostalgia

missing you is easy.

remembering you creeps

up in little mundanities

like a cup of fruit tea

a bottle of Clorox

or an inappropriately loud laughter--

to my consolation, yours is unmatchable.

although,

the sound of your laughter rings

quieter

till I can whisper:

escapril 2019 // 7: start with a time of day

3 a.m.

why wait

for dawn when

we can set yesterday

up

in flames

over this river?

escapril 2019 // 8: love poem

I cannot recall the exact words uttered

but something in my heart fluttered:

our eyes met for a millisecond

we cracked, till our breaths weakened.

our words, lost in the waves

transformed into safes

I open in my heart of hearts

to feel at home within the laughs of your loves.

escapril 2019 // 9: focus on the color

chorok hadn't found its form in

korean of old. fields of

grass and evergreens,

little plates of herbal banchan,

lush of summers,

and squirming caterpillars

all existed as paran-- that same

color ascribed to vast oceans,

and sunny skies

then one lively spring, chorok

creeped its way into our tongues,

demanding to be seen on

street signs,

the mountain tops, and

cross walk lights

though some still speak "the light

turned paran",

and the incorrigible children's tune

singing of spring

blossoming into paran,

chorok sprouts an entrance

undeniable to out naked eyes.

escapril 2019 // 10: femininity

the bus,

back slides down on the uncomfortable bus seat,

fingers stroke through my freshly buzzed head,

while many eyes fixate above my eyes,

asking:

"is she a boy or a girl?"

"is she a lesbian?"

"what happened to her… hair?"

eyes read their faces,

mouth struts a big yawn with no reflex system telling me to conceal it.

imagination floats to a stadium,

feet stands on the podium,

voice declares:

I'm still so-very-much a lady--

just not fair like Audrey,

nor dainty like a stereotype,

or as brave as Joan,

and definitely not as attractive than most

but maybe more like

the ones writing history

now.

escapril 2019 // 11: not from your perspective

most of the time I sit beside the maroon sofa

where you watch tv and transform into a potato

I wait and wait for that sweet moment

you grab my handle

travel me to a flat desk

wind me up with thread

hook me up to a pedal

switch my light on

smooth out a piece of fabric

pinned up in zig zag

then

zoom, crackle, buzz,

your hands sync to my rhythm

you pray I don’t jam

or break your thread

then you announce with pride

“et voila!”

escapril 2019 // 12: spring cleaning

it takes two countries

few cities

thirteen houses

fifteen boxes

thirty trash bags

and an infinite repetition of

"do we need this?"

for a soul to grasp the spider web line

between a desire and a necessity.

then a decade teaches the

same soul

sometimes,

spectrums soften

escapril 2019 // 13: celestial bodies

if only

seeing you was as easy as

some nightly glow at your half

reflecting off

a big blazing ball of light on my half

escapril 2019 // 14: make it rhyme

a sonnet-full of embellishments, fake

notions of how lovely you are like some

weather in summer or spring, homemade cake

that tastes like cheap flour and rotten eggs, numb

from clichés, the love songs that never shut

up, posed photos of arms around my waist,

a let-me-take-that gentleness, so what

are you doing? leaving sour aftetaste

in our hearts. no, this sonnet is not for

us. we don’t need guidelines to fall in love,

nor the recipes known to prevent war

(it cannot be all fair in war and love),

so stop. steep in this silence as your hand

finds mine in this complicated quicksand.

escapril 2019 // 15: describe a smell

a dash of prickliness:

prickly, like appa’s beard attacking my forehead as he plants a kiss.

then an overwhelming sense of saltiness:

salty, like that time I accidentally used the spoon side of the seasoning bottle

or tasting my own sweat or tears.

something rotting at slow decay.

fruit flies feast.

my nose shoots me back to

halmoni yelling something in dialect, umma replying.

I stand in the middle of the market square, I’m ten.

they promised me jjajangmyeon,

my nostrils can hold out just a minute more.

escapril 2019 // 16: any dreams?

five—

I was to be a Pokemon trainer by day

and Sailor Moon by night

but adults hung my creativity dry

seven—

a singer-songwriter

but music chose me not

ten—

fashion designer,

draw designs, sew coutures, walk the runway myself

but whispers yelled discouragements

fifteen—

couldn’t care: I was a realistic teen

now—

I tip-toe about my heart

trying my best not to pick on scabs,

unable to answer any questions

albeit an I-don’t-know

has never sounded more

comforting and clear.

hear the wounds heal

to the beat of the unicorn hooves.

escapril 2019 // 17: body as friend or foe

I was born in Guatemala,

but my father’s from Georgia

he’s a musician, he produces

K-pop albums and we travel the world

searching for the next big deal,

my mother paints apples, she’s from Zimbabwe

she also writes Chinese poems.

It’s all true—

my body deceives every bit of reality within me.

escapril 2019 // 18: a happy place

hear nose tickle

with the sound of lavender feathers

fluttering by

eyes will open up to inhale

the golden hours spent

under Your glorious dance

escapril 2019 // 19: without your name, who are you?

if an utterance of a name

can form a heart,

her name has been called by many

if each spoken word forms

a vibration into what we are,

she's a someone

whispered into a myriad of paradoxes:

she's an asteroid, crashing fast,

uncontrollable, unexpected.

she's a cup of tea, calm,

idle, ready for nothing.

escapril 2019 // 20: a liminal space

this amorphous ground feels comfortable,

excuses acceptable:

the excruciating humidity,

drowsy rain, busy friends,

false pride, miscalculating time.

they say:

Prufrock measures his life in coffee spoons,

but Zeno says nothing ever reaches its destinations.

the Knight holds his tongue

yet his heart flutters a violent beat.

I’m just another contra, letting my feet skip away

as each step echoes heart beating somewhere

back.

escapril 2019 // 21: it’s the end of the world

no zombie apocalypse,

the sun still functions,

stars are still, hearts

unbroken, no one

escaping to Mars,

no fatal goodbyes.

one silent pink noise

a purple glow,

“welcome back home”

it said.

escapril 2019 // 22: nourishment

last month, I met a little

potted plant.

I took it back to my little

suffocating room

and named it little

foggy star.

I loved it little

by little

I gave it little

droplets of water,

spoke little

words of compliment,

took it to my little

window sill

the sun peeped through

a little.

it grew a little,

I did too.

escapril 2019 // 23: when the party’s over

recollect spilled laughters —

this, for unworthy jokes,

that, for suave comments,

maybe one for someone dreamy —

bottle them up,

keep them fresh

for the next sea of

stragglers,

mutual someone,

you-look-quite-nice,

wow-so-interesting.

escapril 2019 // 24: liar, liar

how to be a compulsive liar

one: disregard empathy, embrace despondency, think selfish,

my life doesn’t have to tell truth tales, no one needs to know.

two: rehearse recollections, think practicality, use names they’d never check,

let myself believe in each detail, each sight, smell the scenario

three: speak the perfectly fabricated phrases into existence,

no need to bat an eye, stutter a detail, overthink a loophole.

for example: “yeah, the party was fun. we walked around the park afterwards.

who? oh no, he wasn’t there. he had an important family dinner.”

four: remember the lie, inform reliable partners in crime if necessary,

never bring it back, stick to your guns.

promise yourself: they can’t hurt, they’ll never know.

remember: truths hurt, they’re inconvenient, it’s none of their business.

dig: until your shovel breaks.

drown out: every kindness the world has to offer.

die: in the said dug hole, climb out just to

repeat: until trust is a pair of cracked glasses, refuse to see a redemption until

die again: learn that these walls must go —

invite: the uncomfortableness that is vulnerability

repeat: until system reboots.

escapril 2019 // 25: pick an animal

my giraffe friend

shades me when the sun’s high

and warms me when the wind’s rough,

meeting her eyes pains me with

an aching neck,

she will always stand tall in a room,

there’s no shelf too high for me,

when she’s close by.

escapril 2019 // 26: girlhood, boyhood, childhood

when I was older, I had a pair of

very pink sneakers

they'd glitter in the sun,

glamoured in gemstones for dignity

velcros loud enough to turn heads

when it was time to take them off

I glanced over my neighbors' shelves:

ugly. blue. brown. ugly. mine trampled over all.

then my eyes stood silent

as I zone in

on her pair of Gundam sneakers

secretly jealous, mostly confused,

extremely frustrated of rule-breaking

girls, defying pink, watching animation

for boys only

now, I wear boring black or white shoes

so do most humans with feet.

escapril 2019 // 27: the state of it all

“you're it!”

a harmless push from their arms

my chest thrusts back

limbs under a spell

all bones removed

“catch me if you can”

why don't you save me

'cause you can?

escapril 2019 // 28: reflection

memories retraces a blur

crooked smile

red dye fading

cigarette between your fingers

standing mostly on your right leg--

you let out a puff as i tell you “i’m imaginary.”

you say you couldn't have

so i tease you more with a kiss

“that wasn't real

that was you imagining it all

new school

a manic pixie

the loneliness got to your brains

that's all”

you flick away the cigarette

eyes reflecting my face

you kiss me back and say

“please don't do this to my brain

you're real

far too real for me i'm not smart like that”

i snicker

the buzzing bus terminal is real

you and i are real

but i'm not

you're no more

escapril 2019 // 29: may flowers

she died a few days ago—

flew off the rooftop

fallen against teeming

reborn lives

the most beautiful of flowers

only last a day or two

you said we are beautiful

because we’re ephemeral

but what happens when

fleeting moments like

a crash kilometers away

pain for someone I never knew?

escapril 2019 // 30: catharsis

yesterday, I cleaned out my room

bugs infested each and every corner

I tried to catch them but they

hid away between the nooks and crannies

whispering schemes to each other

learning the dustiest corners I’ve ignored

waiting for a perfect time to kill

so I dusted out the corners

rearranged the furnitures

repainted the scratches

thinking cover-ups should make anew

yesterday, I cleaned out my room

praying for the bug spray to kill,

I felt seventeen, rearranging photographs,

filling up a space with desired personalities,

she would have been proud

there’s nothing I’d tell her, but to say

yesterday, I cleaned my room, for another hundredth time

they say an odyssey is a cycle

ending with a catharsis

where you come clean

but yesterday, I cleaned my room

again

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there’s a scene that comes back to me often these days.

i read this quote the other day: “In the uncertain ebb and flow of time and emotions, much of one’s life history is etched in the senses. And things of no particular importance, or irreplaceable things, can suddenly resurface in a café one winter night.”

i read it, and then i re-read it, and then i quoted the quote back at the person who sent it, because i didn’t know how to explain what the last sentence made me feel.

(it was like language had escaped me, and i was overcome by the image of the café--soft, piling snow outside the window, the soft din of diner, the clink of the coffee cup against the saucer, and the twisting in my chest.)

there’s a scene that comes back to me often these days.

i’m in nara. the streets are wide and bare, neat rows of trees lining the road. the sun bears down on the back of my neck, but i don’t feel the fatigue and heat that i know i would if i tried to actively recall the day. i’m walking to a market, and there’s a story that worms itself into my head about a ghost writer.

it mixes sometimes, with dinner in a restaurant at the edge of dotonbori, a sampler of okonomiyaki, and stories about best friends who fall in love, and songs written about the universe with melodies i can never quite pick out.

it’s funny, because the moments that come back aren’t the ones that i’ve taken pictures of. if u ask me where my favorite place in japan was, it’s probably either nikko or hakodate. but, recently, as i lie in the patch of sunlight that spreads across my carpet, i think about nara and osaka.

i was talking to a friend about how we kind of always remember the small moments. like yes, we remember the time where a friend got her necklace stolen on the streets of italy. but i also remember spilling red wine on white bed sheets, and the mirror selfie we took in that empty club, and the traitorous taste of limoncello and this beautiful, glittering strawberry liquer, and the sunrise that greeted us on the train to florence. god, maybe that was the loudest silence. i’m saying words i can’t hear, i see her mouth moving, i gasp soundlessly and give up trying to speak. i point out the window, and i see her jaw drop. the train roars in the background, and my ears pop. she fumbles for her phone, tries to take a picture, but the moment is over.

(she doesn’t actually remember this. rude.)

sometimes, i remember the taste of salty toast and dark coffee. i don’t like the taste of coffee so dark it’s sour, but i mollify it with sweet jam. it comes back to me in snapshots, one adding on top of another. it’s kyoto, early in the morning. i’m running out of things to say, so i ramble, and she listens. the day is warm, and sweat will collect in my scalp by the time the day is over.

and then very, very rarely, i feel the emptiness of the day after she left. tokyo is gloomy, but it feels like i’m dragging myself through the sludge of the summer anyways, as i walk from tsukishima to ginza. it’s not a long walk, but my backpack is heavy with my laptop, and my shoulders ache when i set it down at starbucks. i eat a slice of cake, and it reminds me of the days where i’d take a break whilst walking home from high school at a bakery, heart heavy, trying to chase away the gloom with the sugary cream of black forest cake. i’d feel sorry for myself as i methodically cut away at the slice, not sure if the presence of my grandmother at home was a comfort or a burden.

but usually, when i think of this day, i remember the chaotic trudge through the fish market, and then rain. 

i don’t know if this was the same day.

but it’s raining. i find a beautiful cafe on the corner of a street. i order a sandwich and tea and a slice of strawberry cake. i am alone, and i write. the rain doesn’t stop. the check comes out to be a little over twenty dollars. the sandwich was delicious.

there’s another quote i read, “I learned things don’t happen and then disappear. Once they happen, they still are here. And you can move on and forget them but they still exist somewhere. So no matter how far behind you leave them, they still wait for you there.”

i think of howl’s moving castle--specifically, the yearning i felt when i saw howl’s room. cluttered, glittering, full of mysteries and things to be uncovered. it’s like everything we’ve ever seen, heard, or felt is kept in this room, waiting for us to wander in and pick it up again. it gives me comfort.

i think of death.

i think of my grandmother, young, selling cigarettes on the street.

i hope at the end, she looks back, and it was good.

i’ve been complaining to friends about how my grandmother ghosts me on wechat. but actually, she looks at all the pictures i send her and remembers them better than i do--snippets of my life that i never thought i’d get to share with her. she remembers that i found radishes in the garden, warns me about going to farmer’s markets and then scolds me for spending so much money buying produce. she asks my uncle to fix the camera on her phone so she can show me the scarf she’s knitting for me and my cousin. i say i want the red one, and she agrees heartily. i ask her if she’s going to send it over, and she tells me that i have to go back to get it.

i remember there’s this thing the mom says in never have i ever, when they’re praying, and she hisses, “pray that you’ll get into princeton (or some ivy league). don’t waste it on stupid things like world peace.)

i think about this as i crawl into bed, laughing at the notification of a wechat article my grandmother sent me about the dangers of preparing silk gourd soup incorrectly. i wish for world peace, not because i hold this agape love for the world, but because i am selfish, and i want to see my grandmother.

there are many moments in recent years, where i’m crying and walking on the streets of shanghai and my tears mix with the rain, and i either don’t have an umbrella or the umbrella is too shabby to actually keep me dry. 

once, a nice uncle came up to me and held an umbrella over my head as i waited at a traffic light.

another time, i got lost at the same street i always get lost at, trying to find my way back to my grandparents’ apartment. i’m crying because time is limited, and i’ve somehow entered a stretch of my life that i have to walk alone, and it’s difficult for me, my mom, and my grandma.

i remember harsh things i’ve said to my grandma. i remember throwing couch cushions on the floor because i was too much of a coward to actually break things. i remember throwing a crying tantrum in high school over the set-up of my new bedroom. but i also remember leaning my head on my grandma’s shoulder, and her trying to shrug me off. i remember her stuffing apples into my mouth, against my will. i remember her cooking the same dishes over and over again because i mentioned, once, that i like it. 

i remember the soft sunshine of early boston mornings, a face mask on my face, as i talk to my grandma about cooking spare ribs. she makes a comment about the posters on my walls and asks if the posters are still up in my room at home. i say yes, even though the ones she remembers are probably rolled up and stuffed in the corner of my room.

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3 or 9 with Tim and Alfred? I look forward to your hurt Tim fic! Thank you for your writing!

9. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Sometimes Tim still dreamed about having the Clench. It was kind of dumb, really. Yeah, Tim had almost died of a plague once upon a time, but it was years ago now. A lot of worse things had happened to him in the meantime. That was even before the earthquake and all of that. But maybe that was why it stuck in his brain, sometimes. His first traumatic experience as Robin.

(In his more morbid moods, he thought they should have commemorated that time with a cake. Like a baby’s first birthday. Little Vigilante’s First Major Trauma. Congratulations! Blow the party horn.)

Sometimes he woke up twisted in his blankets and thought he couldn’t breathe. He felt sweat on his face and thought it was bloody tears. He got a cramp in his hand and thought that his muscles were clenching, never to release, his organs were eating themselves, and soon he would be dead on the floor.

Round Two was supposed to be much faster than Round One, after all. Yes, there had been a cure, and the second plague had been stopped, but was that really the end? It was still in Tim’s blood, after all, though supposedly neutralized. It would never truly be fully exorcised. The wires had been cut on the bomb, but it was still a bomb. It was embedded in his body, every part and sinew, and it could never be removed.

Sometimes he watched the news, looking for new cases. Sometimes he watched the faces of his fellow Gothamites, looking for the cankers and sores that signified a new breakout. He wasn’t the only one with a neutralized bomb in his blood, after all. There were thousands of them, maybe hundreds of thousands.

It was another dark Gotham night, and Tim woke with a shuddering gasp, shaking under his covers. He had a cold, nothing serious, but he had moved back to the manor for monitoring for a few days. With his lack of a spleen, even minor illnesses could turn deadly very quickly. He needed to be near help in case his body decided to go septic with no warning.

He lifted a shaky hand and swiped at the sweat, then raised his hand to the dim light to see if it was red. No, just sweat. It was sticky and unpleasant, but it was clear. He breathed, in and out, trying to calm down.

It was no good. He was wide awake now, his heart pounding with adrenaline. Tim pushed himself up to a sitting position, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. A glance at the clock told him that it was in the small hours of morning. Bruce likely hadn’t returned from patrol yet, but Damian ought to be in bed now.

Maybe Alfred was in the kitchen, catching up on work from the past day or starting ahead on the new one. Everyone accused Tim of not getting enough sleep, but he honestly didn’t know when Alfred slept. Presumably when Bruce did, but he always seemed to go to bed after Bruce and get up before him.

Tim wavered to his feet and padded downstairs, one hand pressed over his heart to soothe the erratic beating. He tried not to clench his fingers, tried not to feel the tightness in his back. No clenching, no clenching. He was fine. It was nothing. Just a cold. Just a dream.

Thankfully, Alfred was indeed in the kitchen. Tim let out a breath of relief and padded to the kitchen table. He reached out for a chair, missed, grabbed again, dragged it out, and dropped himself down.

Alfred looked at him, then, with barely an eyebrow raise. He didn’t seem surprised to see him. Nothing seemed to surprise Alfred, and Tim was glad for that. “Shouldn’t you be in bed, dear boy?”

“I was in bed,” Tim replied. He wasn’t surprised to hear the tremble in his voice. “I woke up.”

Alfred’s eyes softened. “I see. Tea?”

“Please.”

There was already a kettle on to boil. Had Alfred already been making tea for himself, or had he somehow known Tim was coming? Tim wouldn’t be surprised either way. He flattened his hand over his heart and felt the beats begin to slow, gently calming as he watched Alfred work.

Alfred made tea for both of them, the same blend. Tim didn’t know what it was. Something herbal and good for relaxation, presumably. Certainly even lifting the teacup to his face and breathing the fumes had a calming effect on him. He cradled the cup in both hands, blowing gently on the surface until it was cool enough to sip.

Alfred, he of the asbestos tongue, or at the very least British stoicism, started drinking long before Tim did. He sat across from him at the table, the teapot between them. Alfred’s posture was relaxed, his legs crossed, his eyes far away. Just looking at him made Tim feel stronger, more in control of himself.

Eventually Alfred set his teacup down on its saucer, regarding Tim with a gentle pressure. “Do you want to talk about it, Master Tim?”

Tim started to shake his head, but stopped the motion before he truly began. “Do you remember when I had the Clench?”

Tim might have imagined it, but there seemed to be a crack in Alfred’s studied calm. He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. “I do.”

His voice was soft, but it rang in the silent kitchen like a clarion. Alfred remembered with perfect clarity, of course. He remembered every bad thing that happened to his boys, his children, with perfect clarity.

The corner of Tim’s mouth curled up, and he leaned back in his chair. He held the cup to his chest, still breathing in the herbal scent. “I said then that you were a rock. Good ol’ Alfred. Nothing ever fazes you. I guess I needed that rock again tonight. Thanks for being here.”

Alfred sat straighter. “Yes. I’m here as ever, Master Tim. I have no intentions of going anywhere else.”

“Thank God for that.” Tim sipped his tea, his eyelids drooping. “You know, I keep… I keep thinking it might come back. I dream about it sometimes. I’ll get a cramp, or get something wet in my eyes, and I’ll think…” He chuckled, but it fell flat. “Stupid, huh?”

“No,” Alfred murmured. “Not a bit.”

Alfred hummed and brushed away imaginary crumbs from the tabletop. “Master Tim, I must confess… You said that I was a rock for you during that time, and I’m very pleased to hear that I was able to comfort you when you were in so much distress. But I don’t mind telling you now… Near the end, when it seemed all hope was lost, I was not quite as much of a rock as you seem to think.”

Tim blinked and raised his head. Was, was he saying…?

Alfred looked in his eyes and offered a smile, small and infinitely fond. “I wept copiously from the fear of losing you, dear boy. Your eyes were bandaged at the time, so you did not see, and I did everything I could to hold my voice steady. I was grateful that you couldn’t see my tears, as I didn’t want to frighten you. But oh, the prospect of losing you was very, very bitter.”

“Oh.” Tim set his teacup down with a trembling hand. The tea was warm in his stomach, in his chest. He felt soft and gelatinous, his insides expanding in a cloud of warm down. “Thanks, I guess.”

Alfred reached across the table and patted his hand. “You are well loved, Master Tim. I’m glad to have you back in the manor, even for a few days. I wish you would stay longer.”

Tim managed a half smile. “Maybe if Damian ever stops treating me like garbage, I’ll consider it.”

Alfred sighed. “Master Damian’s is not the only opinion that matters, you know. Master Bruce and I both want you. If Master Dick and Mistress Cass were here, they would too. The manor is your home, now and always.”

Tim shrugged and drank his tea. The soft mood of a moment ago was slightly soured now, and he was sorry for that. Still, they sat in companionable silence, slowly working their way through the entire teapot.

Before he went back to bed, Tim shuffled over to Alfred in his slippers and put his arms around him. “Thank you, Alfred,” he murmured. “I’m sorry I scared you, all that time ago. I promise, I have no intention of letting you lose me. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Alfred wrapped his arms around him in return and held on tight, pressing the side of his head against Tim’s. Alfred seemed like a frail old man, sometimes, but there was a lot of strength in his arms. He just about crushed the air right out of Tim’s lungs for a moment.

“Sleep well, my boy.”

“You too, Alfred.”

The rest of the night was dreamless and deep.

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oh? oh??? 

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? energetic

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? 

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? 

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer? flowers

10. game you were best at in p.e.? four square

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? eggs in some form, but it’s my breakfast AND lunch because i get home form work around 11:30am, and I’m generally not hungry at 4:30am when I leave, so.

12. name of your favorite playlist? “Current favs”

13. lanyard or key ring? 

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? hot tomales tied with sour gummy worms

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? A Tale of Two Cities

16. most comfortable position to sit in? tummy-down on the floor

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? VERY ratty blue converse

18. ideal weather? sunny and windy

19. sleeping position? on left side/ on back/ sometimes on tummy

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? 

21. obsession from childhood? Danny Phantom & mermaids

22. role model? Joan of Arc, and lotsa others

23. strange habits? fingerspelling, brushing my teeth for like 15 min

24. favorite crystal? quartz

25. first song you remember hearing? the lullaby that came out of my stuffed rabbit

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? swim/ nap

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? go on walks/ nap

28. five songs to describe you? Self Portrait by Stephanie Smith, Glorious by David Archuleta, Shatter Me by Lindsay Stirling, My, Myself and Time by Demi Lovato, and Paper Tigers by Owl City 

29. best way to bond with you? let me talk about my favorite things

30. places that you find sacred? LDS temples, esp the Orlando temple

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? My spider-man hoodie and sweats 

32. top five favorite vines? I don’t know any vines…(sweats)

33. most used phrase in your phone? K

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? none 

35. average time you fall asleep? Like how long it takes to fall asleep? If it’s a good night, like 10 min; if it’s a bad night, several hours

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? oh gosh. I remember where I was when I heard the term meme for the first time. It was about rage comics, I think it was the freaking troll face in like, 2011.

37. suitcase or duffel bag? 

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? One time I came to class a few minutes late and nobody was there and the whiteboard said “class is longboarding outside” and i was really confused…walked back out of the room, saw my whole class down the hall laughing at me…It was April Fool’s Day.

41. last person you texted? my sister and brother in law, with whom i have a text conversation solely to send them the weirdest images i can find

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? 

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap? Christmas tree scent

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? 

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? sweats and t-shirt tho i often wake up to find i have stripped in the night

47. favorite type of cheese? mozzarella

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? Apple

49. what saying or quote do you live by? decisions determine destiny

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? it’s called the boob game and it’s what my family plays on car trips and i invented it and for some reason it was/is hilarious despite it’s immaturity; you just look around at billboards and signs and replace one word with the word ‘boob’

51. current stresses? i gotta grade some papers for my TA job and I’m procrastinating it

52. favorite font? comic sans

53. what is the current state of your hands? clipped unpainted nails (the way i like); probably need some lotion

54. what did you learn from your first job? money is nice

55. favorite fairy tale? The Boy Who Drew Cats

56. favorite tradition? decorating cookies at Christmas

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? ED, rejection from animation program, LDS missionary service

58. four talents you’re proud of having? drawing, writing essays, writing stories, listening

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? listen up buddy

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? mermaids/mythical creatures

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? From The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness: “In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel is a rare gift indeed”

62. seven characters you relate to? Hiccup (HTTYD), Kiki (Kiki’s Delivery Service), Ned (SM:Hoco), Kit (Unicorn Store), Aunt Cass (BH6), Danny (DP)

63. five songs that would play in your club? It would be an Owl City only club

64. favorite website from your childhood? neopets, baby

65. any permanent scars? In my left armpit I have a long scar from a heart surgery when I was a baby

66. favorite flower(s)? I adore the smell of daffodils 

67. good luck charms? a leaf necklace given to me by a friend 

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? i hate tootsie rolls

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? human DNA and banana DNA is 50% identical

70. left or right handed? right

71. least favorite pattern? don’t have a least fav

72. worst subject? statistics

73. favorite weird flavor combo? this is more texture than flavor, but i like eating cake in a bowl of milk 

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 6

75. when did you lose your first tooth? in childhood (i don’t remember)

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? 

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? ur asking me? idk, i can’t grow stuff

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? 

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear? hopelessness 

88. your greatest wish? happiness

89. who would you put before everyone else? my nephew and niece

90. luckiest mistake? tumblr…lucky bc of the homies

91. boxes or bags? 

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames? Bean/Beanie, Spoons, Good Cop

94. favorite season? Spring

95. favorite app on your phone? whichever one holds my current obsession 

96. desktop background? President Nelson on a swing (Russel M Nelson is the current prophet of the Church and he’s an adorable old man who i love)

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? Two, mine and my mom’s

98. favorite historical era? I don’t think I have one

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Im too lazy to look at the questions so DO ALL OF THEM. (if you dont wanna then go on a random number generator and get 5 random numbers)

ITS REALLY LONG BUT I DID IT KJSHADJS HERE GOES i love oversharing my lifealso im putting a read more line bc its hella long

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

water bottles

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

ehhh depends on my mood. i’d say it’s (dark) chocolate most of the time (love that 70% dark chocolate mmMmMm)

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy!! except when it gets all over my face and hair o no

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

common report book comments included

- very active

- bright

- “the live wire of the class”

- usually distracted but still does well

- mischievous

- playful

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

bottles so that i can close it and save the rest for later and not have to chug it yeet

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

sportswear #sweatpantsalldayeveryday

7. earbuds or headphones?

def headphones but they’re inconvenient sometimes :/

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows!! (also, my adhd ass can’t get through a movie without zoning out oops)

9. favorite smell in the summer?

i haven’t experienced /real/ summer (thank u singapore’s tropical climate) but i rly like the smell of rain :”)

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

making up excuses to skip pe

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

belvitas before morning practice

croissant sandwich and chocolate milk after practice

if there’s no practice, then scrambled eggs from the dining hall lolol

if i’m too lazy to go to the dining hall, then cereal

12. name of your favorite playlist?

it’s literally called jams and the description is “a clusterfuck of stuff i’ve jammed to at some point”

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

gummy bears/sour patch kids

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

death of a salesman - arthur miller

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

with one foot up on the chair and the other leg sitting normally

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

a pair of asics sneakers

18. ideal weather?

15ºc/60ºf when its like cool but not too cold but also not ridiculously hot and also when theres no insane wind (a light breeze is fine)

19. sleeping position?

on my left side and hugging a pillow/bolster/soft toy

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

i like the feeling of pen and paper but im disorganized as hell so an apple pencil + ipad makes a good enough substitute

21. obsession from childhood?

frogs (i’ve loved them since i was 3 hehe)

22. role model?

a dude i used to train with for a while in 2014. he retired last year but he’s always looked out for me like an older brother since we trained together (he’s 8 years older than me lmao) and even thought i’m so far away rn he still checks in on me and stuff and idk he’s probably one of the swimmers i respect the most.

23. strange habits?

i cant fall asleep at night if im not hugging something.  like. it could be a pillow. or a soft toy. literally anything. once on a school trip i hugged a pair of sweatpants to sleep bc i legit cant fall asleep if im not hugging something.i have no problem falling asleep in class/on buses/cars/planes though.

24. favorite crystal?

idk i never really paid enough attention to crystals to actually have a favorite and know their names. they’re all rly pretty tho.

25. first song you remember hearing?

uhh h h i honestly can’t remember. probably some classical music bc i played the violin and that was my first experience of music that i was actually aware of????

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

switch on the aircon and take a nap / sit in bed on netflix/playing on my nintendo switch. and swimming outdoors i guess.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

switch on the heater and take a nap / sit in bed on netflix/playing on my nintendo switch.

do u see a pattern here

28. five songs to describe you?

jet lag - simple plan (bc time zones suck and i miss my fam & friends)

avalanche - bring me the horizon (pretty much sums up how tf my brain feels)

high hopes - p!atd

astronaut - simple plan

the reckless and the brave - all time low

29. best way to bond with you?

doing dumb shit with me

also Quality Time™️ like idk even if we’re chilling and doing our own shit i like just spending time with people im comfortable enough with

30. places that you find sacred?

idk

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

a hoodie and sweatpants

for no reason other than that’s what i wear 90% of the time

32. top five favorite vines?

I AM CONFUSION!!! AMERICA EXPLAIN

this bitch empty. yeet.

im in my mom’s car VROOM VROOM

the one of that dad playing the saxophone (???) and the kid slamming the oven door open and shut

road works ahead “haha yea sure hope it does!”

33. most used phrase in your phone?

either lmao or lolol or LMFAO or yeet

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

gOD i had spotify ads stuck in my head all the time before i switched to premium and now i cant remember any of them (thank god)

35. average time you fall asleep?

i’d say 12:30-1ish

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

the tROLL FACE MEME LIKE those rage faces idk what they’re called but BASICALLY THOSE 2010-2012 era memes

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

suitcase!!! i like sitting on them and yeeting myself around on them or getting people to push me around and then falling off

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

ngl i havent had either of them before

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

so in jc2 (aka 12th grade), for some reason PEOPLE WERE PUTTING PRE-PACKAGED HARD BOILED EGGS ALL OVER THE SCHOOL. like they were still in their wrappers and all but u could open ur schoolbag and find like 5 eggs in there. and no one knew where they came from. i think at one point there were even eggs hanging from the pull-up bars. all i know is that they were everywhere and people in my batch still remember it as the egg invasion of acjc.

41. last person you texted?

my mom

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

def jacket!!! especially when they have zips hehe

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

idk man depends on my mood

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

sci-fi bc im a fricken nerd

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

shirt and sweats

47. favorite type of cheese?

cheddarrr also i like mozzerrella sticks

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

a fineapple B)

lmao jk ummmm maybe a watermelon bc when u hit it it sounds hollow, just like how my skull would sound if someone hit it (h a)

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

here for a good time not for a long time

never give up without a fight

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

idk probably some dumb meme. i laugh at a lot of stuff like i laugh anything even mildly funny. some that i can think of off the top of my head are:

- i was tryna type ducky but typed fucky instead and sOmEOnE (could be the person who submitted this ask, idk tho) changed my facebook messenger nickname to fucky and the notification was like ”poopy butthole changed your nickname to fucky” and i think that’s still the funniest sentence i’ve read in my whole life

- one time we went to mcdonalds and a friend said mcfluffy instead of mcflurry and idk why but i laughed so hard at that

- once @doduo and i spent half a chinese lesson cutting out random faces from the chinese newspaper and sticking them randomly all over the classroom and idk. it was the funniest thing ever. until the teacher came over and confiscated my scissors rip.

51. current stresses?

- an essay draft (that i am procrastinating rn by doing this, oops)

- CANADIAN TRIALS (but thats a good kind of stress)

- submitting a proposal for a group project but none of my groupmates are freaking replying my texts ugh

52. favorite font?

avenir next!! i find san serif fonts way easier to read than serif lolol.i like helvetica neue too.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

dry af but also i just got my nails done so they pretty rn hehe

54. what did you learn from your first job?

i…havent had a real job yet

55. favorite fairy tale?

idk i was never rly one for fairy tales even as a kid.

56. favorite tradition?

chinese new year when we get CASH and we spend 3 days just eating junk yEET im rly sad im gonna be missing it the next few years tho

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

hh h h hh hhh hh hh they’re pretty personal i don’t /really/ wanna put it out here but i can text you the answer to this if you want (i’m perfectly fine with that!!)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

- i think i’m pretty intuitive!!! i can guess anyone’s mbti if i’ve spent enough time with them/gotten a detailed enough description of them /winks/ and i can read people pretty well in general and i can draw links to themes/symbols in lit pretty well….???

- i’m somewhat decent at lettering…i think

- i’m good at pull-ups and also vertical jumps i’m secretly a froge

- i’m decent at photography…i guess….

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

yeet

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

pokemon !!

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

/sweats/ i’m not very good at remembering lines from books/movies/shows WELP

62. seven characters you relate to?

JAKE PERALTA - b99

rosa diaz - b99

linguine - ratatouille (he’s permanently confused and he let a ratto take over his job bc he had no idea what he was doing like damn what a big mood)

dory - finding nemo/finding dory (i relate to the forgetfulness)

percy jackson

kale bae /winks/

mitt (during bad phases) /winks again, but sadly/

63. five songs that would play in your club?

idek man i wouldnt even be at my own club i’d be at home taking a nap i’ll just ask someone else to handle my playlist

64. favorite website from your childhood?

club penguin !!!

65. any permanent scars?

yE one of them was from jumping onto a treadmill going at 13km/h 2 years ago bc i thought i was a good idea

66. favorite flower(s)?

i dont have any

67. good luck charms?

i eat pancakes for breakfast on meet days!!!! altho i think this is more of a habit than a good luck charm tbh lmao.

also i guess pip???? he’s my emotional support narwhal :’)

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

durian. i cant stand the stuff or anything flavored like it ugh.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

red food coloring is derived from beetles

70. left or right handed?

right

71. least favorite pattern?

overly-floral patterns i guessssss. also i hate wearing stripes.

72. worst subject?

chinese

besides that, math and physics

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

i rly like vanilla ice cream and fries

also i would eat ketchup with nearly anything

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

i usually just suck it up and go to sleep when it comes to pain but i guess an 8??? idk. i usually take advil/ibuprofen only for fevers

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i got my first loose tooth on january 11 2005 and it fell out on january 18 2005 & it was a tuesday (pls don’t ask me how i remember this bc i dont know)

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

tater tots

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

cactus i guess. idk im not good at plants.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

grocery store sushi (it was pretty decent in singapore so yeeeee lmao also i ate a lot of that as a kid)

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

its the same photo for both so yeAh

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

idk i always called them fireflies

82. pc or console?

console I LOVE THE FEEL OF BUTTONS

83. writing or drawing?

drawing (more like doodlign for me bc i cant draw for shit)

84. podcasts or talk radio?

neither but if i rlllllly had to choose then podcasts i guessss s sss

84. barbie or polly pocket?

neither LMAO i gave all my barbies haircuts when i was a kid bc i didnt know what to do with them

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology for sure!! i love greek mythology (may or may not be bc of percy jackson lolol)

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cookies

87. your greatest fear?

losing those i love and care about (could be drifting or actual death it goes both ways)

88. your greatest wish?

rn, for my essay to write itself

for the short-term, to make the olympics (and WUGs…and worlds…and sea games…and asian games…and commonwealth games lmao)

for the long-term, uhhh idk. i just wanna live a life i’m satisfied with and to have a job i actually like and to be able to support my parents

89. who would you put before everyone else?

my mom

90. luckiest mistake?

i always say that i regret doing a year of college in singapore instead of coming here for freshman year but if i’d come in a year earlier like i was supposed to, i proba wouldn’t have made it past swim team tryouts and i made some pretty great friends in my first year of college soooo it all worked out i guessi cant think of any others rn

91. boxes or bags?

bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights are rly pretty!!but i like natural light :”)

93. nicknames?

deb

debs

debo

debbo

alpha childuhh h h i think thats about it??? i cant remember any others

94. favorite season?

spring’s pretty great rni like fall too (before it gets cOLd)

95. favorite app on your phone?

insta/tumblr/telegram

96. desktop background?

a photo of me looking rly cool at the starting blocks before a race B)

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

4 - mine (singapore & US), my mom’s and my dad’s

98. favorite historical era?

uhh h h idk the ice age seemed pretty cool haha sike it was actually coldmedieval times seemed pretty cool too like damn i want a suit of armorWHEW I SPENT WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS but i had fun so yeet

also if you read all the way down here ily and you’re cool