#but ill do my best to answer regardless hehe

[tsundcku]

✮ ⋆˙⟡♡ 3 cute lookz ୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 

inspired by acubi style 

[puppyie-innit]

about me :0

i am a child of God an a Christian, i am no longer afraid or hesitant to speak out about Him and say wat/who i believe in

pinky promises are the ultimate form of trust for me

i wholeheartedly 1000000% believe m a child

..i didnt hav a childhood

i rarely ever can properly answer the question “how old are you?” “yur __ yeh?” like i dunnoooo

i hate, with all my heart, disappointin people/makin em mad ;<

i am so young, my mind an heart is too. “you think like a kid!,” is the best compliment you can give me

i don’t think like the rest of the world, my mind is filled with innocence an therefore i am innocent.

I don’t understand the word “ love,” but i feel it in my own wholesome way.

im opposed to profanity, unhealthy romance, sexual stuff, an curse words, it triggers in me a dark kind of trauma

my heart is full of love, love to give, but i don’t believe i deserve it in return…

my favwrite color is RED!

if i like you, i WILL hug you!

if i love you, i will hug you even MORE, follow you everywhere, jump up and down, an wag my tail around you!!

i never understood the reason behind hygiene, so be prepared for lots of dirt, hehe :D

..ive never had or taken a baf before

if you want to make me happy, call me a good girl/puppy/kid

if i trust you, ill open up my heart around you. ill let you see the bad parts of me that i never let anyone get ahold of.

..i don’t think i deserve anythin good, but ill cling onto every good thing you hav to offer

oh yeh, m very clingy to

..an i get jealous easily

an i say m positive but m actually a rlly negative person…

i hold onto things that bother me, an don’t let em go

I don’t forget anythin.

i forgiv easily!

i look for the good in people, regardless if they hurt me or not

people say m loyal, i try my best to make it true

i hav clinical depression an anxiety, to the point where i wanna giv up often…

m a hard worker, an only take breaks when all my work is done, it doesn’t feel right otherwise

if i see you more than once a day i feel off, why would i deserve to see you more than one time?

i physically, genuinely, can’t say the t-word

i am naturally a ler, my bwain is a lee. >\\\<

i am NOT t-wordish at all defintwly not nupe!

..except when it comes to this idiot @jogabsha @jogabsha2

..my most sensitive spot is my tummy

i hav diagnosed autism, specifically azbergers

oh yeh, i also can’t spell…

sugar gets me HYPER

i rarely get sleep due to insomnia, but i rest sometimes

i believe m fat despite people telling me m skinny an thin an the “perfect weight.”

i struggle to eat, often only consumin 1-2 small meals a day.

i study the calories of everythin

my love language is physical touch, i will love you if you love me like this

i hav abandonment issues an hav lost many frens, mostly due to bullyin

i over-apologize for stuff that isn’t even my fault, profusely

m a sad person but also a happy person? it depends on if m slipped or not.. which is usually all the time. i sad slip tho too

m VERYYY sensitive, an wear my heart on my sleeve

i get panic attacks frequently

i cry a lot, an hav heavy eye bags

ive been told m a open book an very transparent

my favorite youtuber is tommyinnit, hence the username

i will do anythin an everythin for my big bruder!

[ask-teamplayer]

Other than Ronin who already answered this, what’s everyone’s favorite subject?

FATE: You're looking at mostly ELA kids, here. Me, Enzo, Seth, Cora, Vera- I think I can speak for all of those assholes, but yeah. We were always the best in English. Though Cora also really likes history. You can probably tell.

SETH: i mean im not really all that interested in anything!! i like cooking and playing keyboard, i get options for stuff like that in the future but right now its just,,, eh?

SETH: but if it were anything i guess it would be english! i dont get the kids who hate reading books to be honest, i actually like reading classics! gotta broaden my mind :B

ENZO: pretty on the mark yeah but i used to prefer gym for a while cause like physical dude

ENZO: but i dont think my actual swordfighting skills account for anything when im playing volleyball with annoying mean girls who keep giggling instead of playing the game

ENZO: or when i get hit in the face with a rubber ball which has actually happened a LOT

ENZO: to be honest i think im the only kid that hasnt died during the mile except nahla cause former track kid

SETH: I HATE THE MILE.

FATE: Can't imagine how the mile would be with people with boobs. I am so sorry. I'm lucky I didn't evolve.

FATE: It is horrible though. It should be considered actual torture - dammit, I know excessive amounts of cardio isn't actually healthy for kids who don't do it all the time! I don't want to break my muscles.

FATE: I'm not looking forward to gym next semester.

LILY: i loooove biology! math and ela, too, but bio is my favorite

LILY: or general science! i love taking care of plants, i actually have like fourty at home! they all have names!

LILY: like why do you think i evolved into a leafeon? honestly i think growing plants in third grade awoke something in me.

LILY: its really fun, but i do have trouble focusing on stuff sometimes. im kinda daydreamy hehe. i really need to get my grades up :( maybe ill see if i can join one of vera and fates study sessions. working next to other people i actually like and commentating in a funny way helps me do it faster.

FATE: You're always welcome. I wouldn't invite someone like Darin or Nahla, but I know you're actually smart and like working and aren't going to piss me off.

DARIN: i hate school :(((

DARIN: i dont like anything :((

DARIN: maybe i should get into sports thatd get me into college no problem itd be so much fuckin easier than this

CORA: You do have it in you, Darin. I believe there's untapped potential in academics.

CORA: I've seen the way you talk about anime and shows you like. There's an actual brain up there, as much as you work to prove otherwise. I'm very proud.

DARIN: AY WHAT THE FUCK CHIEF

NAHLA: WOOOOW, You're allll nerds, huh?

NAHLA: Yeah, I'm in the camp with the traitor, sorry! I don't really like anything, but gym's cool! I like track and stuff, and I do like hitting annoying girls in the face with balls! Coolkid's just a coward and cant bring himself to hurt anyone. Pffft.

NAHLA: No worry! I'll do all the hitting for you guys. Someone has to!

CORA: Oh, Nahla, baby dear, may you hit Wade first? He's been getting on my nerves in second period lately...

NAHLA: Anything for you, honey sugar sweetie baby crystal dreamy dear! <3

NAHLA: Regardless of our totally real romance I just need an excuse to punch him anyway. Or throw balls at him in general.

ENZO: BALLS you say

RONIN: okay posts over before enzo makes another dick joke and cora and nahla start gay fucking on the table. im a little oversensitive right now, fate screaming is just going to make me kill someone. maybe in like an hour guys, wrap it up.

VERA: I also take a lot of art classes

VERA: I would like to get better at traditional because I would like have to have less reliance on stabilizer use

VERA: And doing things like ceramics is fun

RONIN: see? when i need someone to be normal on a stupidly derailed ask, i ALWAYS know youve got me.

RONIN: thanks, v.

VERA: The sentiment is appreciated but when have I not "got you" in your words

RONIN: never, v. never.

[redsaurrce]

Lmao come here raawwrrrrr 🦖🦖🦖

Really? I don't know if they are any good 😅 Like I have a direction in which I want to go but I do not have the ability to write my ideas down beautifully, to create my own world like you do hehe

Especially since even in my native language I have no talent in writing a nice story *snort* It just feels wrong? Like I go on and on without saying anything 🙀

I am good in providing ideas but writing is FAR from a talent of mine 😬

Awwwww I love you too 🥹🥺 You are so ADORABLE LIKE WHAT. Can I give you a nickname? Sweets? Cause you know you are so sweet? 🍬

YOU BETTER CHANGE YOUR ADDRESS THEN! YOU stop being so cute HABJHABUJDXAHUK

My poor heart can only handle so much 🥵

Hahaha you never know! Some people enjoy asks etc but some just don't care I guess? Plus people intimidate me especially if the blog is HUGE and interactions are minimal or not there at all 🙈

I will send my notes in a different ask okay? lmao it's a bit long 😂 Plus if it is bad you can answer to this but can ignore my notes and delete it 🤣

- Y ❤️‍🔥

Oh u lil dino 😩😩

No luv, I just read it and you can definitely write amazing stories!! In case u are struggling to build the background or story setting, I'd highly recommend reading more stories (which infact is suggested even by the best writers i've met on tumblr and even I have personally achieved more clarity on world building by reading more stories)

I think I can understand the feels so wrong part? Especially because of lesson 1 🥴 but I kept writing regardless and I think I have improved and so can you if you are looking for the defining edge to your writing!

Adorable? Not more than u tho 🥺 and.. and.. is that a confession?!? 😭😭😭😭 I love you too caramel 💗💗💗💗 oh sweets?? Look! Don't push me away once I'm charged with criminal record of trespassing ur house just to give you a tight squishy hug ☹️☹️☹️☹️💓💓💓💓

luggage? Packed!

Houses? Moved!

Address? Changed!

Hotel? Trivago caramel's pocket!

Ahahaha tho I might be guilty of dodging the loveshot asks like a bullet 😭😭😭😭

but if u feel good and not intimated by my ultimate rizz 😩 I won I guess 😏

Ill never delete it wot u sayyyin???😭

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, Jade Harley

Act 4, page 1393

-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] --

TG: hey

TG: will you open your laptop already

TG: see

TG: this is why you need a phone or something

TG: that alerts you to important messages

TG: instead of leaving them trapped

TG: under three inches of fucking yarn

TG: laptops dont need cozies

TG: nothing needs cozies

TG: cozy is a goddamn adjective

TG: maybe ill crochet myself an iphone snuggly

TG: what is this place anyway

TG: what are you doing

TG: i can see your whole damn house here if you want to get filled in or something im sort of the guy with the big picture here

TG: dont make me bop you on the head with a wizard

TG: ill do it

TG: ok no i wont

TG: yet

TG: i guess ill bone up on the faq for a while

TG: so i dont do anything stupid and deploy like 10 crux flangers and fuck up the whole game

TG: oh my god

TG: so many words

TG: do you think like the pulitzer committee is secretly scouring the dregs of the gamefaq archives or something

TG: damn

TG: i cant read this shit im sorry

-- gardenGnostic [GG] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] --

GG: yo yooooooo!!!!!!!

TG: whoa ok hey

GG: so youre finally playing the game with rose?

TG: yeah

TG: but she wont answer me

GG: shes probably just exploring im sure she will come around soon....

GG: but its great that you got her out of there in time!!!

TG: pretty much you have no idea how much i fuckin own at this game

TG: i bested no less than three flaming tornados and broke a huge wizard

GG: so how does it feel to be a BIG TIME HERO

GG: mister braveybrave mcheropants

TG: it feels like

TG: i am in sports

TG: all alone

TG: and i am the star

TG: its me

TG: and then the big man comes

GG: hehehe

GG: but it turns out to be CRAZY what kind of basket ball this man plays!

GG: ummmm......

GG: the HOOP IS ON FIRE...

GG: ok i forget how it goes

TG: no you got it

TG: we're good

TG: reference secured

GG: yes!!!!!!

GG: so now it is my turn to be the star!

GG: i will be your hero

GG: its me

TG: wait what

GG: i installed the game!

GG: im connecting to you as the server player

TG: oh man

TG: this is ridiculous

TG: i just set this shit up with rose and now i got to do like

TG: some double duty thing

TG: i mean i own at the game and all but cant i just relax for half a second

GG: dont worry!

GG: you can keep playing with rose while i just set up a few things

GG: i figured id get a good head start to avoid all the drama you guys are always getting into

GG: such a bunch of drama queens!!!

TG: what

TG: look i was getting my ass handed to me by my bro on the roof for like an hour and a half

TG: i got served like a dude on butler island

GG: (DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA)

TG: wait does this mean theres a big meteor coming soon

GG: yes!

TG: when you activate the thing will it start the countdown and summon the meteor

GG: itll come when it comes regardless of what we do

GG: the timer really just lets you know when its coming

TG: are you totally sure about all this

GG: yes look here it is!

GG: http://bit.ly/d7kXrQ

TG: ok yes that image is definitely conclusive proof of something and is 100% understandable by anyone who looks at it

TG: how big is this thing

GG: it is REALLY REALLY big

TG: like the size of rhode island or texas or what

TG: i need some context to know how much crap i should be shitting into my pants

GG: ok i dont actually know :(

TG: well as if like one the size of a bus wouldnt kill me anyway

GG: hehe yeah....

TG: wait hold on rose is finally opening her stupid laptop

TG: so do your thing i guess

TG: have fun

GG: thanks i will! <3

[yoonpobs]

urgh i haven't been around in a while and just caught up to all the back burner chapters and its 😭🥰🤯

im gonna provide my feedback to chapter 6 now coz i wrote that ask simultaneously in my notes while reading the chapter but never got around to sending it. lol. ill send asks for the rest of the chapters later coz that was a fucking journey.😴

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yeah we haven't seen anything from haerin's end. sure. but what excuse is so powerful that you can't stand up for your baby sis?👀✋🏻

lmao i knew the moment oc was sitting alone in the bar that yoongi was gonna be involved somehow. and when that sleaze came up, i was sure he was the one who was gonna rescue. im writing this as i read haha.

okay why do i have a feeling that yoongi and haerin are fake dating? im at the part where yoongi brings oc home and haerin calls. the call was so short and haerin seems so unbothered about oc being at his place at 3am? maybe she trusts yoongi. but if she knew, why didn't she come along? at least wait back at his place for oc? she's her sister? regardless? it just itches me that haerin let yoongi handle it as if he's the only right person for it? maybe im just shooting in the dark haha. hoping because you said hope shall prevail.

okay, i finished it. i think i might be wrong about the fake dating idk. coz yoongi holds back from doing anything. still, yoongi looking at oc's lips? so close to her? holding her cheeks? oh god i wasn't ready. ill just wait for the next now. although I don't think this is gonna progress so😷

also this wasn't the angst i was expecting. this was a good one. it kinda shows yoongi cares so much about oc and anger was just his way of showing it. its good. its progress from when he shut himself down. the " take the food and drink. please." ????? killed me there shit.

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how have you been? hope you're well. i was off this hellsite for a while. came back to 13 chapters. like what?? you're so fast and regular. kudos. i read them all back to back and it was the best mistake ever omg.

~🦋

oh my!!! hello!!! it's so lovely to hear from you again ❤️ it's definitely been a while, so i hope you have fun with the latest chapters hehe 👀 no spoilers here!

i'm reading through all your theories and i'll just keep my thoughts to myself, but all your queries will be answered very soon!!! but the fact that haerin was unbothered does raise a few eyebrows, doesn't it? 👀 it is a very complicated situation!!!!

as much as yoongi is a dumb dumb, he's still a man with morals 🤣 he aint no cheater!! hahahha

and yes!! sometimes the angst isn't always jsut heartbreak, sometimes it's the things left unsaid 🤔 yoongi's love language is acts of service and oc is just...oblivious 😩 but hopefully all your curiousities will be answered soon 👀

thank you so much for your ask as always!!! i love hearing from you ❤️ i've been doing well. and please, do take all the breaks you need! i'll always be here whenever you're ready to come back!!! i try my best to be consistent bc i love seeing all of your thoughts, too!!! take care of yourself, love❤️

[cheolbooluvr]

so ill get to our big shared chonker of a message hopefully later tonight (sorry i'm taking a little bit with it! i've been weirdly busy the past few days), but i just wanted to respond to the shorter one + address the latest mission!!!

fun fact, you and i are in a very similar position with jun haha. i have a lot of wips with him too, but like, i've never finished a jun fic outside of short little one shots... which is quite frankly obscene because minghao has a word count dedicated to him that's literally more than everyone else in seventeen... I don't even know how many times more because my latest fic with him just reached about 50k... but jun is meant to be my second!!!!! i really want to finish something long with him 😭

still! I know you said its your fault but I will apologise for the confusion regardless! And look at someone who both writes and enjoys angst, no angst is ever too much hehe. there's a weird sense of catharsis in tragedy, at least my onion. I'm excited for how tragic things will get in your latest jun wip. A FREE ONE WAY TRIP TO SPAIN WITHOUT THE S... I LOVE THAT... BUT I totally understand! bittersweet stuff in general sticks with me longer than any other genre of fiction I find, because you continuously think about how they could've been happy but it didn't work out for x or y reason, or maybe even a combo. I'm so happy for you though, I know how good it feels to work on something that you can't stop thinking about, because I've got that fever myself hehe. and that's such an interesting way to write? I can never bring myself to write out of order so I always really admire those who can do it haha. I just never trust myself to remember what details I have established when if I do it out of order like that. Is that how you usually write your longer fics or is this one different?

YESSSSS I ABSOLUTELY AGREE... and he's expressed his desire to act so many times... pledis please... I'm begging u... he would be so good in a tragic drama...

omg I'm so dumb I have to share this with you but ??? I started watching it and I was like wait a minute why do I feel like I'm missing a lot of context... but it was still fun to watch all the characters interact (plus it made me tear up which like.... wowee)... but turns out I started on episode one of SEASON 2...... IM SUCH A FOOL.................. 😭

also! I don't know if you saw the next mission, but were you up for making a play list? I just thought I'd ask before I sent in any prompts!

- 😺 carat anon

HOLY COW I NEVER ANSWERED THIS I’M SO SORRY :(((((((

omg no worries! i have also been weirdly busy??? idk why but i hope you're able to get some rest soon <3

i'm gonna work my way backwards :D

re: the new mission - yes!!! i LOVE curating playlists, like LOVE IT. idk why but let me know any genres you like/don't like, anything at all and i'll do my best!!

OMG SEASON 2 HAHAHA that's so funny plz!! tho tbh, the nice thing abt hospital playlist is that there's no major plot but yeah, there is a bit of context you'll miss out on T^T i hope season 1 is going well tho!! it's kinda long if you're not used to it, but i promise it's super worth it :D idk if you’ve had time to watch anymore, but i’ve been watching it/catching up and it’s rly so good. i cried so much in like…ep 5 of s2? i think? idk one of those ones. but i just rly love how they portray the small things in life. it’s rly beautiful and so well done.

i think my favorite fics are actually angsty ones. i love happy endings for movies and stuff, but the fics that make cry and hurt are my fave?? kinda interesting, the contrast. but yeah, i think you’re right abt that, there are always those lingering ‘what if’s’ those angsty fics always leave you with T^T i mentioned this in the most recent ask, but i can’t write in chronological order rly, lol. i tend to just write scenes that pop into my head first, and then go back and piece it together. it’s tricky for sure, but if i try to move chronologically, i tend to get stuck. so i just jump around instead. and i did that w jun. i divided it up into 4 parts, and then wrote fcertain scnes and then went back to add what i felt i needed to fill in the gaps!! but not trusting yourself w the details, i literally did that w this fic. there are some inconsistencies but it’s posted now and i’m like…too lazy to fix it LOL. but maybe i will……..

wahh!! junhao have dedicated word counts!? that’s amazing. what are they?? :o if you don’t mind me asking ofc.

WAIT 50K WORDS OMG. I WAS JUST READING THAT A STANDARD NOVEL/NOVELLA IS LIKE ANYWHERE BETWEEN 50K-100K WORDS OMG. you’re so amazing, i rly respect you for that omg i would LOVE to hit 50k for a single fic T^T

anyways SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE WEEKS LATE I AM A DUMMY AND DIDN’T REALIZE I NEVER ANSWERED THIS KLFDJASKLFLSA

[nctloveclub]

do me a solid

pairing: mark lee x reader

prompt: in which you ask mark to be your fake boyfriend to get your mom off your back, not knowing that mark is utterly in love with you | slight slice of life au & fake dating au

genre: fluff

words: 1.78k yeet

a/n: i decided to write this as bulletpoints rather than paragraphs lmao. also this may be an overused cliche but i love me some fake dating aus owo also not proofread so ignore mistakes ;-;

so,,,,, you and mark are best friends obviously but its funny because you guys met only a couple years ago???

the two of you just clicked and it was like you guys were soulmates

so you and mark had long graduated and decided to move in together !!

your dynamic is so domestic and pure, the two of you are so chill but also so caring towards each other

you have a bad day? you bet your ass mark is there with cuddles and food, asking you if you wanna talk about it

mark feeling stressed? you take him out to get his mind off things, whether it be eating food until you both pass out or just taking a walk and talking about life

regardless of the situation, the two of you always have each other backs and your relationship is so supportive

so when you get a call from your mom asking about your life specifically love life you panic

your mom mentions that she wants to visit and see you !!! her favorite child !!! so when she asks if you have a s/o

you just blurt out that you're dating mark with mark sitting like two feet away from you

you see mark's confused face before walking to your room to finish the conversation with your mom

you dont see but mark's face starts to heat up and hes smiling

hearing you say that you were dating him made his heart go nyooom

but it wasn't under the best circumstances

mark is a blushing mess and is hopelessly in love with his oblivious best friend

mark is interrupted from his thoughts when he sees you coming back into the living room pouting

he rushes up and engulfs you into a hug, "you alright?"

you shake your head no and just mumble "nosy mom problems"

"so is that why you said you were dating me?" mark asks, his heart breaking a bit

you quickly pull away from mark

"yeah, sorry about that." but mark shakes his head saying "it's fine."

"mom is coming to visit and she keeps nagging me about getting a s/o and im just trying to adult !"

mark laughs at your whining and you just playfully punch his shoulder

"mark do me a solid and play along,,,, please,,, im begging you,,, my bestest friend,,,,, the light of my life"

mark laughs at you and nods his head "of course i'll help you,,, what are best friends for?"

you just squeal and then quick peck his cheeks and you laugh at a blushing mark

"but you do owe me a solid." he says and you scoff

"fine i guess."

starting that day the two of you had started talking about how to play off the relationship

you started holding hands more and showing even more affection than you usually do

the two of you have like one brain cell combined so you came up with the story that you just realized that you liked mark in a more than friends way

as you and mark act like a couple mark can't help but just fall for you more

he's happy that he can finally shower you with the love you deserve but he knows that it isn't real

that its only to convince your mom that youre not gonna die alone

mark tries not to dwell on that fact and just tries to make the best of a fake relationship

so when your mom comes to visit for the weekend, you and mark are prepared

the both of you decided that your mom would stay in your room and you would sleep on the couch,,, unbeknownst to your mom

she comes in all excited and she goes to hug you and mark !

when mark takes her bag to your room, your mom brings you aside

"i always knew you and mark would eventually get together, the two of you are so perfect together."

youre kinda shocked at her words but you try not to show it

"how long have you been dating?" she asks and you answer "a couple months"

mark comes back and he sees you blushing like crazy

"your bag is in y/n's room, second door on the left" mark speaks

your mom smiles at him and makes her way to your room

"what happened while i gone?" he asks smirking

you just shake your head ,, "nothing much, just my mom being happy that im in a relationship"

mark just nods at your answer

you, mark, and your mom spend the rest of day together. taking her out to eat and such

night falls and your mom is asleep in your room

you and mark are sitting in the living room watching a movie

your mind was racing, thinking about what your mom said earlier that day

it was weird ,,, what does she mean that she knew the two of you would eventually get together ???

did you and mark act like an actual couple ??? yes

did you really have feelings for mark?

it was weird ,,, the thought of dating mark didn't appall you ,,, it actually made your heart race

the two of you didn't notice but you were holding hands under the blanket, your head leaning on his shoulder

the movie ended and when mark gets up to go to bed you notice the lack of warmth

he moves to kiss your forehead before telling you "goodnight" and going to his room

the both of you feel your heart race and you blush at mark's actions

mark is leaning against his closed door , his hand on his racing heart thinking "oh my gOD i JUST DID THAT"

you cant sleep

the couch was albeit comfy but your thoughts are keeping you awake

the thought of you and mark dating didn't digust you and that scared you

maybe you did have feelings for mark

you get up from the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and you make your way to mark's room

you knock and hear a muffled "come in" before walking in and closing the door behind you

"can't sleep?" he asks first and you nod

mark opens his arms and you plop on the bed next to him

his arms immediately wrap around you and you lay your head against his chest

you feel warm immediately and you can feel yourself start to drift off

"good night y/n." he mumbles

"night mark." you mumble sleepily

you wake up the next morning with your limbs entangled with mark's

you look up and see mark still asleep and you cant help but notice how cute he looks

you press soft kisses on his cheeks

you see mark scrunch his nose before waking up slowly

"what a nice way to wake up." he says, his voice deeper than usual

"shut up, let's make some breakfast." you say, pecking his lips before making your way to the kitchen

you start making breakfast, and mark joins you briefly

you make fun of mark when he makes eggs and he just pouts at you whining to leave him alone

you place the three plates on the dinner table and you soon see your mom enter the living room

"ooh breakfast looks good." she says sitting down at the table

the three of you eat and joke around, your mom telling you that she's gonna leave in the afternoon

when the three of you finish eating mark takes the plates and goes to the sink to do dishes

you go to the bathroom and get ready for the day while your mom goes to talk to mark

mark is washing the plates and silverware while your mom rinses the plates and places them on the drying rack

"you know mark i like you, you make my daughter really happy, but if you do break her heart i will get you." she says, scaring mark a bit

but mark shakes his head,, "i love your daughter too much to break her heart." he says honestly

your mom smiles at his words

when you come back, your mom leaves to get ready and you go hug mark from behind

"what did she do? did she threaten you? oh my god im sorry mark" you whine

mark laughs before turning around and wrapping his arms around your waist

"it's fine y/n,, it was kinda scary but it's fine." he says, kissing your forehead

you smile at his words, letting out a breath of relief

a small silence falls between you, your eyes glancing from his eyes to his lips and his the same

the two of you slowly start to move, mark's lips hovering over yours

a loud sound interrupts the moment, the two of you separating instantly

mark quickly breaks the silence, "im gonna go brush my teeth" he says, his voice cracking at the end

you laugh at his flustered state and go to help your mom get ready to leave

your mom leaves in an hour or two, cutting her visit short

"youre leaving so early" you say, before bringing your mom into a hug

"ah it's fine, i have to get home anyway. ill leave you two alone." she says, making your's and mark's cheeks blushing furiously

"mom" you whine, covering your face with your hands

she shakes her head before bringing mark into a hug

"please take care of her" she says , quiet enough only for mark to hear

"of course"

she pulls away and gives the two of you a smile before making her way out

when the door closes the two of you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding

"im sorry about that mark, shes so blunt." you laugh

mark shakes his head , "nah it's fine,, she's fun to be around,,"

an awkward silence fills the room, the inevitable question in your mind , what happens now?

you break the silence first, "thank you mark , for doing this for me ,,,, i appreciate it so much,,, i dont know how ill make it up to you.."

mark takes your hands in his ,, "this was a pretty big solid y/n ,," he teases

you just groan ,,, "oh my god dont make me clean up after you for a week" you whine

mark just shakes his head,, "i have a different idea in mind,,,"

you just stand there like ,,,, what ,,, is it ,,,,

mark just gives you a cute ass smile "do me a solid and go on a date with me."

you say yes

i hope this wasnt bad feedback is appreciated hehe ^^

[jynzandtonic]

asks + answers (4/26)

Yo yo yo! I’ve been working my through my ask box, and wanted a way to answer some of the anon questions without feeling like I’m spamming y’all with bazillions of short info posts.

Instead of “killing two birds with one stone,” my mom would always say “feeding two birds with one seed,” which is a lot cuter, and also who the fuck is going around throwing rocks at birds for fuck’s sake. 

In that spirit, I hope this type of post is a good way to feed the birbs. xoxo

ANON ASKS:

Heyyy! So you have a masterlist?

Yes, or at least the humble beginnings of one! I just got a laptop last week, so I’m excited to finally get my shit together.

Today, I’ve been getting together all the fic links, and I’ll also be including links to browse all posts for each individual boy. The vast majority of what I’ve written is in ficlet/drabble/HC form, aka snaccs and thots, which will prove more timely to catalog. You can always track #jyn z snaccs for HCs and #jyn z thots for ficlets/drabbles if you don’t want to miss ‘em!

feels pretty shitty to see you responding to all these other asks but not the ones I’ve sent. oh well   

I thought about just deleting this ask like I did with the small handful of similar ones I’d received before posting about pausing writing requests to catch up, but considering this came in just a few hours ago, it’s probably worth addressing.

Anon, I am so sorry you’re feeling crappy about not seeing your prompt(s) fulfilled. I would never want to do something to intentionally make you feel bad. 

For the most part, I answer asks in the order they are received--perhaps peppering in others out-of-order to diversify the smattering of characters/kinks/themes. I write around 2k words a day just for asks. Up until a week ago, I was plinking out every word I wrote on a phone keyboard, too.

The reason you haven’t seen your ask posted is this:

I am just a smol bean. With two opposable thumbs. And a dwindling supply of beer and coffee. I have only been on tumblr for five weeks. I am still trying to figure this whole thing out. I can only write so much. I don’t want to annoy anyone by posting too much shit. I also live with pretty debilitating mental illness... but I don’t need any reason to justify not being able to churn out non-stop content. Yer babe here needs to take care of their basic needs. <3

~~I am try my best~~

Hugs to you. I hope you know you I value you, regardless of how dialed-in I am on this “web blogging” thing.

i loved your thicc thighs snacks and now im listening to lizzo 💖 sorry if this is personal but are you thicc?

How great is that Lizzo album, right? SHE SHOULDA SWEPT THE GRAMMYS DONT @ ME. Anyway. ^.^ I’m so glad you enjoyed the snaccs! 

And hey, ain’t no thang. I don’t think I’d categorize myself as thicc, but I would say I’m on the muscular side. A suitor once told me I had a “powerful butt,” which is (1) objectively funny, (2) a unique compliment, and (3) the best answer to your q.

In general, I’m a body glorifier. All bodies are good bodies. Anyone who says different can go fuck themselves.

the ‘someone you trust’ interaction in Swiped is very ‘i’m the bosses wife’ from don quixote and i appreciate it

HEY, YO, THANK YOU, I AM THRILLED ABOUT THAT RESONANCE

Also hearing Toby say “Yeah, you are the boss’ wife...” makes me rabid.

Nicole really made Charlie’s 6’3 ass sleep on that small couch

There are few things I find more endearing than extremely tall people on furniture that is obviously too short to accommodate them. AD on basically any furniture is in that category for me. 

Also, just to give a quick holler--for personal reasons, I tend to get really squicked by lingering resentment/spitefulness pertaining to the failed marriage of Marriage Story, so I prefer to steer clear of most emotionally-charged conversations around it! xo

You say y’all a lot, are you southern by chance?

Ha! No, I am not Southern. Quite the opposite: Pacific Northwestern. “Y’all” tends to be my default plural pronoun, as it’s quick and gender-neutral. My favorite gender-neutral plural pronoun is “party people,” but that takes a bit longer to type out.

two of my asks in one post! i asked about the baby steps too hehe. would you pretty please tell me about them? i’m so soft for loving daddy clyde 🥺🥺🥺 - 🤠

Howdy, Cowboy! Thanks for being so patient with your Clyde asks xo. I did mean it, though--that gets me a lil’ too soft and emotional right now! Perhaps when I’m not a quarantine sadboi. MORE FILTH TO NUMB THE PAIN!

If I could count down the days until you drop the flip chapter fic I would! I have been absolutely WHORING over him!! Can’t wait to read it!

AWWWWW I am so happy and also JESUS CHRIST ON A FUCKIN BICYCLE FLIP HAS HAD ME WILDIN RECENTLY. I have said it before and I will say it again: something about than man makes my nostrils flare involuntarily and that’s... that’s some shit.

Hello beautiful soul! I've come to ask about my boy Jude? He needs more recognition!! Stay safe!

Hiya, darling dearest! Thank you for your sweet message; I hope you’re safe and healthy wherever you are. Right now, I’m pretty darn stacked with characters to write, and I’ve gotta get my blog footing underneath me more before I consider adding any more boys. In the meantime, stay stocked up on Raisin Bran. ;)

I just have to stop and say you write some of the absolute best HCs and I just love the layout of your snaccs so much

I just have to stop and say that you are the absolute best and I so appreciate you reading and being here. HUGS!

XOXO, jyn z

[dlucets]

fickle love | oikawa tooru x reader

Title: Fickle Love Fandom: Haikyuu!! Character: Oikawa Tooru Genre: Angst Word Count: 1810 Extra Info: From my dA!!! Originally written in 2017 sometime hehe ;; i tried to do something a bit different with the formatting here, but idk. one day i’ll revise this i know dkhskjfhs

一

She first told him that she loved him on a crisp winter's day.

When snow blanketed the ground and dusted his hair, like somebody had sieved small amounts of frosting sugar through his hair to give him a sweeter appearance. When the trees groaned and wept their loss of green leaves, long lost to the bitterness of the biting temperatures that had seized hold of the city, yet the city was in high spirits. For decorations covered every crevice of the town, and the atmosphere that the warm colours set off melted the stand-offish feeling that had crept into his heart.

So for once, he didn't ignore the girl who had confessed. He didn't walk straight past her with nothing more than a sideways glance.

Instead, he turned to face her. Really face her. Taking in her features, from the curve of her jaw to the bridge of her nose and the shape and colour of her eyes. The way she wore her hair beneath the hat she wore and the way her scarf almost covered the lower part of her face, shadowing her bottom lip.

And he allowed a smile to tip his lips upwards, crinkling his eyes slightly as he observed her.

A smile that froze as he processed her words again in his mind, and the only response that he could think of was one that sang of melancholia and poisoned hope.

How can you love someone who’s dying?

二

He kissed her only a week later.

When the frost of the winter was indelible, sinking into every bone in his body and loading him down with a feverish chill that made him wish he’d taken to his bed and stayed there all day. But he’d opted to leave, to go and meet the girl who’d said she loved him. The girl who’d had their confession accepted by him, and had arranged a date for them.

And they’d sat in the warm confines of a coffee shop, in the late hours of the morning, discussing familial matters and how much had changed since they’d both gone their separate ways to different universities. And what they wished to do with their future, to which he’d shot her a sad smile and simply held his coffee cup in his hands a slight bit tighter.

It wasn’t that she didn’t know he was sick. Everyone knew that the young, once prestigous volleyball setter had become sick. It was something of common knowledge.

She just didn’t know he was dying. That was something he’d chose to keep private.

And he didn’t want her to lose hope.

So he took her face in his cold hands, practically frozen against the delicate warmth of her skin, as though his body was already dead. And he leant into her, his lips gently pressing against her own ones. Nothing outstanding, just something short and sweet and gentle. There wasn’t a spark that he noticed, but he didn’t miss the faint blush running to her cheeks as they parted and she gazed up at him.

“Tooru, you idiot. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed on my first date,” she grumbled.

“Hmm?” he asked, a hint of laughter in his voice as he shoved his cool hands into his pockets, “well, life’s too short to pace yourself.”

三

He didn’t intend on her ever finding out, regardless of how selfish that sounded or how heartless it seemed to be to lead her on. It was in his best intentions to turn away from her, to walk away before he got too emotionally invested with a person who deserved more than he could ever offer them.

He stared at himself in the mirror. At the grave circles underneath his eyes and the way the light could accentuate each and every rib he had. A clear outline that made him feel sick, weak, pathetic, at the boy who stared back at him.

And he asked himself, his voice a decibel below a whisper, barely a rasp:

“What does she see in me?”

And he resolved, then and there, in his heart, to shut things off before they escalated.

She didn’t love him really anyway. It was more an infatuation. Love takes time to grow, and he didn’t have that.

四

“(Y/N)? I need to talk to you,”

“Sure, Tooru. What’s up?”

“I don’t think this is working out.”

“Wh… you can’t just say that,”

“I just did.”

“You can’t. You can’t say that. You can’t break up with me over a phone call when- when you just kissed me!”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re not breaking up with me. We’re not breaking up, Toor-”

The line went blank. So she tried, and tried and tried and tried, to phone him again. Only to receive the same monotonous message each time.

“The person you are calling isn’t available right now. Please try again, or leave a message after the beep.”

五

You have 50 new messages, 6 voicemails, and 18 missed calls from (Y/N)!

Sighing, he tapped out a message, allowing his heart to freeze over with a familiar frost as his fingers flew across the screen.

Tooru: Stop messaging me. We’re over. It’d be best if you didn’t try to contact me again.

六

His head hurt. His heart hurt.

He didn’t know why - perhaps it was the illness that was ravaging his body, perhaps it was the burden that this situation had caused. He didn’t know why. Why he’d stopped that day in the park, why he’d listened to her say the things she said, about how she liked him - maybe even loved him.

It was a hammering pain, searing through his temples. Unbearable, despite the number of chemicals that he’d tried to down to eat up the pain. Nothing. Just a white noise in his mind, cotton balls stuffed in his head, and the thudding pain that raged on.

That was all he could remember about his day when his head met his pillow.

A familiar beat of sadness. Of pain.

He wanted it to end.

七

“Iwaizumi?”

He was propped up in a hospital bed now. Staring down at the white bedsheets and trying, trying trying trying to make sense of the words he wanted to say. But there was a blockage, and his brain didn’t want to say the things his heart wanted to say. Iwaizumi knew that.

So when the words left his mouth, Iwaizumi didn’t think much of it.

Just a sick man talking, a sick man whose state of mind was frighteningly deteriorating out of control.

“I don’t think I deserve to be alive anymore,”

“Shut up. Get back to sleep.”

“No. Seriously. It must be karma or something, right? That’s made me get sick. Nature’s way of telling me that I’m a terrible person. That I don’t deserve this life, because I only mess things up all the time and- and… I’m satisfied with that, somehow.” His eyes glazed over with tears at the realisation of the weight of the statement he’d just made.

He was satisfied with the fact that he was dying.

But he couldn’t find a bone in his body that protested to this fact.

八

“Hello? This is (Y/N) speaking.”

“It’s Oikawa Tooru’s mother.”

She felt her heart plummet at the words, at the broken tone she used and the formalities that laced every grief-stricken word she said.

“What’s wrong?”

“He wants you here, at the hospital.”

The hospital? (Y/N)’s hands lost their grip on her phone, feeling her heart lurch in her throat and her stomach work itself into knots.

She barely made it to the bathroom before she threw up, out of fear or the cold that had been developing over the past few days, she knew not.

But she knew one thing.

She had to see Oikawa Tooru once more. Or she’d be damned.

Even though she wanted to scream at him, to slap his face and throw a vase at him like what happens in break-ups on the big screen. Even though her heart sank at the mere thought of his family name, she knew she had to see him.

九

“Honestly, (Y/N), I didn’t think you’d come.”

She shook her head, “why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I don’t… deserve you. I don’t deserve someone who loves me, yet I can’t even return an ounce of that love to you,” he mumbled, “I’m a really crappy person, when you get down to it.”

She didn’t answer him, and he didn’t say anything more, just stared at the plain ceiling that had began to swim in front of his eyes.

You didn’t do anything wrong to deserve such a terrible partner, honestly. I don’t- I just… I feel disgusted that I somehow made you love me. Me, someone who doesn’t even deserve to be living, to be breathing. Me, who’s played with so many people’s feelings and hearts and ruined lives. Me, a homewrecker, a cheat, a liar. Me, Oikawa Tooru, the lying man who’s finally paying the price.

She grabs hold of his hand.

And she knows it’s futile, really. Because she can’t make him love her back. But she does it anyway. As if her actions are somewhat healing, a reparation to permanent damage.

The words stick in his throat, and he doesn’t manage to say anything that he wants to say.

But the ghosts of the syllables and letters hang above them like a spirit, a wisp of a soul, a ghost from long ago that looms over their heads and will continue to do until time indefinite.

十

She last told him she loved him on a crisp spring day.

When the warmth of spring had drank up the remnants of snow that had stuck to the ground for weeks, and a brief February shower had washed away the last of the sludge-like snow that remained adamant on staying. When the breeze was still fairly cold, but there was a new warm chill to it that whispered of new beginnings whenever it gushed past her, whenever its warm caress tickled her ears.

She kneeled down by the gravestone, a lump in her throat as she lay down the white lilies and her heart ached with a pain that hadn’t gone away since that day when she’d last clasped his deathly cold hand.

But she allowed a smile to dust itself across her lips as the words left her mouth. A long, slow, sigh that shuddered as it rattled through her bones and exited her mouth.

“I love you, still.”

Even though a question had slowly been working its way around her chest, a serpent tightening itself round and round her body, starving her lungs of oxygen as she looked at the grave with a last withering glance.

How can you love someone who’s dead?

終わり

[askbloomtale]

Chapter 16 is up!!! This chapter has 8000 words and it took me a lot to write! Sorry for being inactive, I just wanted to have it all neatly tied before I continued forward. This chapter is important! So please enjoy and read carefully~

In other news... this blog almost reached the 1000 followers!! It’s a really HUGE number, specially taking into account that this is a fic, and generally fics get less attention than comics, [sad truth </3], so I’m really excited for this! Thank you all for following my story <3

I think that once I reach 1000 words I’ll start working on a small comic featuring Athela <3 So you get to know her better... know what I mean?

Really, guys, THANK YOU! I am so pumped!!!

I’ll leave you to the fic now~

For those who can’t access AO3 or just don’t want to do it, the chapter is pasted under this sexy cut!!!

Bloomtale

Chapter 16 – The last light

   After spending what felt like hours roaming around Snowdin Forest, Athela had finally done it. Finally.  After encountering angry teenagers, dogs, bunnies, ice, giant snowballs and purple flags, she had finally managed to find a save point. How delightful.

The young skeleton was so glad to feel at least some little bit of progression. She just ran to it when she saw it, and would’ve bumped it if the glimmering star had any kind of physical form. But it had naught. It was just a piece of light.

Smiling widely, Athela cupped the shiny fragment with her bony hands, trying to get at least some warmth from it. She was freezing, so much that she could barely feel her fingers. And just staying next to that thing was good, so…

  “Phew,” she let out a relieved sigh when she felt the warmth getting through her bones. The flowers coming out from her eye sockets seemed to get less rigid, too, but it wasn’t exactly enough. She still felt them a bit stiff, so the skelly used her own magic to warm them up.

  Soon enough her left eye started steaming, like a coffee pot. With a pretty blue hue, the vapor went up into the… sky? Ceiling? And made Athela giggle because of the funny, bolstering fog. That felt so much better.

  She didn’t want to save her progress yet, though.

  First, she took a look around her. She was a curious lady, and she wanted to investigate everything. She felt safe enough, since the room was empty of any living being; and she wasn’t going too far, so she left the saving process for later.

  What called out her attention first was the plate of… food, now at her left. Sitting atop a small wooden table, there was what definitely looked like food. Intrigued, she took a better look…

 …

  Spaghetti?

  It definitely looked like spaghetti. There was even a fork next to it… maybe it was someone’s lunch? Athela wasn’t going to lie to herself, she WAS feeling hungry. A bit.

 Rummaging through her belongings, she discovered she still had Toriel’s pie. Looking at it filled her with nostalgia and sadness… she missed the old lady. But she wasn’t answering her phone, so what could she do about it…

 Anyway. She should eat that piece of delicious pastry soon, but… it felt like a waste, to eat it at that precise moment in time. She should leave it for a special occasion... It just felt wrong, to eat it in the middle of the forest.

 She left the pie alone.

  Her eyes went to the spaghetti yet again. Maybe she could eat it… but it surely was someone else’s food, right? And she wasn’t sure about eating food from a foreign place anyway. What if it was bad? Athela was quite picky, after all.

  Hm, what to do…

  While she thought about it, she noticed a note lying next to the table, on the ground. She bent down to get it, and then read it out loud.

  “I made too much spaghetti, so rejoice! I will hereby donate this great leftovers to the public! It’s like a playground for your mouth!” Athela couldn’t repress a growing smile as she read through the message. It was pretty cute. And a really nice detail, to top it! She read the signature, which was written in bigger, somehow cooler letters “Nyeh- heh- heh, Papyrus.”

  A signature! Great. Now she knew that the one who made the spaghetti was named Papyrus.

 …

 She didn’t know that Papyrus person at all, so the name didn’t tell her anything anyway.

  Athela sighed as she left the note on the ground again, wishing she did at least know who Papyrus was. She would thank him… or her, she wasn’t sure. Papyrus sounded like a guy’s name, so she would go with “he” for the time being. Yes, she would thank him for the food, and maybe they could be friends… maybe. Or maybe not, maybe he would also be a weirdo that enjoyed attacking her just because.

 But she doubted that. She would believe in that seemingly kind person, because leaving food for people was something nice. Surely he would not be a strange guy. In fact, the only strange thing there was the location of the plate itself. Why leave it in the middle of the forest? Wasn’t there a place less… cold?

  Oh well, she wasn’t going to say no to free food.

 …

 Or maybe she would. It would all depend on the flavor of the dish itself.

   She gave one final look to the plate and went for the fork immediately afterwards. With it, she went for the spaghetti. She poked them with it.

 …

 The spaghetti was completely stiff. And also stuck to the plate.

  “Wow.” Athela rose an eyebrow, partially confused, but mostly disappointed. That meant no food was gonna be eaten, then. What a shame. She poked a bit more, frustrated. Even the tomato sauce was rock hard. She tried grabbing the plate, but the plate was also stuck to the table.

  How sad… it was too cold for you to leave your food out there, apparently.

  She left the fork with a heavy sigh, and then noticed… the microwave.

  To her right, there was another table with a microwave. Maybe she could heat up the spaghetti and then…!

  …

 …

  Huh. It was unplugged.

  “Why…?” Athela sighed, disheartened. Food was nice, who would do this? It all felt like a big prank where she was offered food but could never eat it. Why put it there in the first place?? Sad face. To add more of the ridiculous factor to the whole thing, all of the microwave settings said ‘spaghetti’.

Well, she would not blame the person who put that there. Surely that Papyrus guy did it with all his good intention, and didn’t expect the food to freeze like that. The unplugged microwave was… something else, alright, but still. It didn’t look like something done out of ill will. Maybe Papyrus never realized it didn’t work. So it was all fine… well, mostly.

Because poor Athela was even hungrier now that she had seen food. She wanted to eat something… but alas. Nothing could be done. She whined a bit, and then… a squeak. Surprised, the skeleton rose her head and looked at the further wall. There was a small mouse looking out from one hole. What a cutie, she thought. Maybe it was hungry too?

 But she had no food to offer. It was all frozen. Like herself. She was like a plate of spaghetti out in Snowdin Forest, doomed to freeze if left alone for too long.

 …

 That was a bit depressing. Begone, bad thoughts! She was not going to freeze! That’s what hunger gets you, a miserable skeleton. But… so what!?

  So maybe she could never get the pasta. What about it? She would eat something eventually, for sure!

 But the mouse? If the mouse lived there, maybe it would be able to get it! Maybe one day it would find a way to heat up the spaghetti, and therefore eat it. She could already imagine the little rodent chewing on a noodle, with a proud expression on its cute rodent face.

  And that thought.

 It filled her with a good feeling.

   “Ouch!” Athela quickly brought a hand to her skull and grasped her hair once she felt a painful pressure on the right side of her head. What a familiar feeling…

  Looking behind her, she saw the save point glimmering more intensely than before. So that meant her progress had been saved, huh? As always. She was already getting used to the process… but she could never get used to the overall feeling.

 At least she didn’t have to worry about suddenly dying and going back to the box road anymore, and that was good. So she just sighed, and after warming up a bit more next to the golden light she decided to continue her journey. Maybe there wasn’t much more of a road to walk. Maybe the town was… just ahead.

 Hehe.

  It wasn’t.

  Of course it wasn’t. Athela sighed once more as she saw a more deserted area, which had a few more pine trees covered in snow. She took a step ahead, and then noticed a sign that was right next to one of the first trees to her left. She got closer to it and read it out loud.

  “Warning: Dog Marriage,” she pronounced those words with quite a confused tone. “What does that even mean?” The skeleton pondered as she rubbed her temples. Could dogs even marry?

  … Well, that was a dumb question. She just saw a dog monster that was taller than she was. There were surely more. And maybe some were married. Athela spent some seconds imagining a female dog monster dressed with a white gown, smiling as she grasped a beautiful bouquet of white roses. A dog with a fancy black tuxedo waiting for her at the altar, with a silly smile on his face. She chuckled at the thought. It was just like in those cartoons she watched when she was really small… what was the name of the show again?

 She couldn’t quite remember.

  But wait, that wasn’t the time to be fascinated by dog weddings. That sign was a warning signal. Warning. What was the warning about, exactly? She didn’t know. But… maybe she should just avoid dog monsters in general. In fact, after her last encounter with one of them, that seemed to be the best possible idea. Yes.

  The sign truly worried her, actually. Regardless of whether she would encounter married dogs or not, it meant that there would BE, at least, some dogs in the area. She looked around, nervous. Which path should she take now?

  She looked at her left. The road ended there, the end of the cliff let Athela see a beautiful sight; it was really dark and it was hard to see, but… she could see something if she stared for a bit. The trees looked really small, and there was a little house, and… and… she didn’t want to get any closer to the edge. She didn’t feel comfortable around high places anymore, because she could fall down and break into dust yet again. So she would… go forward.

 There was another path at her right, but she had been going forward all the time, so she would stick to that. She gave a brief look to the snowy path and then started walking again.

 This area didn’t seem as eerie as the latest ones, Athela thought as she took a look around. She didn’t know why, but it was less creepy. Still not her piece of cake, but at least she wasn’t scared to walk around there, unlike the very first path she walked in. The skeleton took a second to remember the tall trees from the beginning of the forest, the sensation that someone was following her.

 …

 Well, she was certainly being followed. By Flowey. Athela didn’t have the slightest idea where he was, but he surely was creeping around. As he always did. It had been a while since she saw him, but no way had she forgotten about him so fast.

  Trying to forget about the flower demon, Athela came to a stop.

  “A dead end…” She groaned as she looked at the literal end of the road. Another precipice, huh? Great. Now she would have to take the other road… not like it annoyed her much, but she had been wanting to get to a cozy warm place for a long time, now. She didn’t enjoy retracing her steps.

  She was about to turn around, when suddenly…

 A bark.

  “Huh?” Athela tried to look for the source of the noise. She didn’t have to look much; right behind a tree, a fully-armored dog watched her with big, intense eyes. He was wielding a stone dagger… and the skeleton didn’t like that.

  Why was there an armored pup in the middle of the forest?

  Athela would not really think about it too much.

She laughed weakly as the dog got out of his hiding spot, panting softly.

   “H-hey, doggy…” She shakily waved a bony hand, and the dog followed it with his eyes. Oops. Maybe that had been a bad idea… It would be really horrible if that pooch thought her hands were a dog treat. Athela decided to retreat. “Sorry, I… I have to go…”

  She took a single step backwards.

  The dog took a single step forward.

  Athela gulped, feeling a chill down her spine. She took another step back, and the dog followed. He emitted a tiny bark and cocked his head to one side.

 …

  To be fair, he looked quite cute… Maybe she could… give him a little pet.

 No, no, no way. He was looking at her weirdly, as if he wanted something from her. Something like a bone. No, not her bones, she needed them to live!!

  Scared, she decided to try and ignore the dog, so she walked faster to take the path she needed to walk. Heavy steps followed her, and she felt like freaking out. The faster she walked, the faster the pup followed. Maybe he meant no harm, but boy, she was afraid.

  Barks intensified.

She started running.

  And soon enough, she was on the floor. Bumped by a big, armored dog, who was extremely heavy. Her head almost hit on a rock that was merely inches away, and Athela felt her SOUL skip a beat. Well, maybe more than a single beat.

  “Eek!! Get off, get off!!” She pleaded as she desperately tried to lift her body upwards. Thankfully, she had managed to avoid her face sinking in the snow, because that would’ve led to some painful, freezing moment. Her flowers wouldn’t have liked that.

  However, the dog was too heavy. Surely most of the blame was on the armor he was wearing… Athela was pretty weak, and putting such a heavy thing on top of her was… well, it was bad. It hurt. It hurt a lot, and it made her sink in the snow more and more.

  The dog was not obeying her, he kept sitting on top of her and yapping. Athela knew she would break soon enough. She knew she was going to die. A single tear escaped her left eye as she tried to wiggle her way out… but to no avail. She wasn’t getting away.

 It was cold. Her clothes were wetting, and it was freezing. It was painfully heavy… she shrieked a bit, but her voice came out muffled.

  She would pass out soon; Athela didn’t know when, but soon. It was that, or bury her face in the snow to make it quicker. She didn’t want to die… but she couldn’t do anything.

  For the first time ever, she wished she could just go back in time by herself. To the save point. She wished it with all her might. To escape the pain. Just… escape…

  …

  Of course she couldn’t do that.

  Her ribs snapped.

She was hiding.

  It had been a couple resets already, and Athela couldn’t be feeling more desperate. She was probably forever scared of dogs now.

 Behind a tree, next to a pile of snow, Athela hid and cried softly. She didn’t want to attract the dog with her whining, after all. The second time she went to that area, the skeleton ignored the path she took the first time and headed south… but there were spikes in the way. Hateful, hateful spikes.

 So she freaked out… and stood there, thinking about what she should do, for too long. She looked for a way around, for another path going down the cliff… maybe a switch hidden on a pine tree that would lower them… nothing.

 After some minutes, the same dog from before appeared and crushed her again with his cute fervor. And the third time, her face was just buried in the snow by a very enthusiastic tackle. That pup just seemed like he wanted to hunt her and crush her in the snow, apparently…

  She didn’t know what was better, the crushing pain or the freezing pain.

  Because the crushing pain wasn’t so intense, but it was slower and made her feel helpless and desperate. The other kind was incredibly intense, and it spread through her whole head… so it was kind of unbearable. But it was fast… so it ended soon, and…

 …

 Was she actually pondering which death was worse? Seriously?

  Dying was bad! She didn’t want to die, and she didn’t want to face that dog ever again!! He was obviously a bit too intense for her. Maybe he just wanted to play, or maybe he wanted to eat her because she was made of bones and dogs like bones or whatever, right??

  Take a deep breath, Athela. Take a deep breath and don’t cry. He can surely hear you if you keep doing that annoying weeping. She needed to think fast… what to do?? She had been hiding for too long, maybe she could find a solution for the spikes, and maybe she could do it right now? Quick, what seemed suspicious over there?

 …

 No, Athela, don’t panic. You can’t think if you’re panicking. Deep breaths, again. Come on, you can do this. Wipe out your tears and Look for suspicious things… suspicious… suspicious…

 ….

 That snow in front of the spikes… Wasn’t it too… loose?

  Like, it looked as if it had been stirred. She had to fixate her sane eye to actually realize this… it was difficult if you only had one eye – partially covered with flowers, to even make it worse – to see what she had around her. She just tried her best anyway.

 Maybe the button was under that thing? She wanted to hope it was.

  She walked to the suspicious snow and bent down to remove a bit with her hands. It was freezing; she gave a small, unconscious yelp once she felt the coldness. She had yet to get used to it, apparently.

 There was too much show… Athela decided to get rid of the sleet with her feet, since she was wearing shoes. She kicked it, and saw the snowflakes rolling away quickly. Just as she thought, there was something hidden there! Black lines? She needed to kick all the snow away if she wanted to make sure of what it was.

  Suddenly, she could see two shadows in the snow. They came from behind!!

  Turning around as fast as she could, she gazed upon two monsters. One strange creature with a really big, round head and a strange, spiky cap made of ice. Athela would mentally call it Ice Cap. So, Ice cap and…

 Uh.

 What was the other guy supposed to be?

  Athela didn’t know… She stared at it for a while, not sure how to feel. The monster let out a yawn, not covering his mouth while doing so.

  “The Wi-Fi here sucks,” it said, making the skeleton blink in disbelief. What was it talking about? Wi-Fi? What’s Wi-Fi? She was about to ask, but the other monster rolled its eyes and let out a sigh, clearly bothered by its pal and by Athela herself.

First impression: Annoying.

  “Where’s YOUR hat?” The capped monster said. Athela rose an eyebrow. That other monster was also weird. Not even a greeting, just right to… criticize her for not having a hat? At least that’s what its eyes were saying.

  Athela didn’t like hats. She liked to have her head naked, so her hair would be majestic and free, like it should be. Because her hair was really pretty, yes it was. Like her mom’s.

 But she had no time to think about stuff like that. She needed to find a solution for the puzzle! She still had to discover what was underneath the snow, so…

  “Eh… sorry, but I don’t have a hat. I’m busy right now, so maybe we can talk later?” She tried to be polite before turning around. She heard one of the monsters sigh in annoyance.

 “Wow, you guys SUCK at this.”

 “Shut it, Jerry!”

  Oh, so the strange monster was named Jerry. That name fit it, somehow. But she didn’t give it any mind. She needed to be fast, before the dog arrived. Sadly, Ice Cap didn’t seem to mind her rush, it sounded really annoyed.

  “What? What are you doing?” It inquired, with an angry tone. Athela, worried about the change in attitude, turned around.

 “I… er…” Oops. It didn’t seem pleased. But… but she didn’t have time for this! She needed to hurry, and… and she had been polite!

 “Guys, it’s COLD. Does anyone care?” Jerry asked, crossing its arms. Athela would agree, but the conversation was really getting a bad turn there, so… she ignored it. Ice Cap also ignored Jerry, since it had other things to complain about rather than just the cold. Would it even mind about the cold anyway? Its hat was made of ice. And the monster, too, looked like a little snowman itself.

 “Hello?? My hat’s right here!!” It said, frowning. Pointing to its hat. Cap. Whatever it was, Athela didn’t care. But it WAS a nice one, she had to admit…

  Maybe she had been offensive because she never complimented the monster’s hat? Maybe it was upset because she ignored it…

  She managed to tear her eyes away from Ice Cap’s hat once she noticed a really familiar sensation. Her SOUL right in front of her, as purple as always. Maybe a little less bright than she remembered? She wouldn’t trust her memory on that matter anyway. Her memory was bad and she should feel bad.

 She stared at her own SOUL for a few seconds before panicking; that meant battle!! She snapped just in time to see some icicles fly towards her.

  Yelping, she barely managed to avoid the first row of three. But somehow, they kept coming. More, and more, and more… did that assault ever end?? It was the longest attack she had ever suffered. Was it really that mad??

  And meanwhile, Jerry just watched while eating powdery food. It licked its hands loudly.

 Eww, gross.

  One icicle pierced her shoulder, making her shriek in pain.

 She couldn’t just avoid them all, could she…?

 That added another death to the counter.

  “Wow! You have a great hat!” Athela had turned around as soon as she saw Ice Cap’s shadow and complimented it. The teen monster’s face lit up; it seemed pleased. Immediately after that, however, it frowned and made an arrogant smile.

 "Duh! Who DOESN'T know?" It said, truly proud of itself.

 “Ka-SIGH,” Jerry shrugged and looked elsewhere with a bored expression.

  For now they weren’t attacking her, so Athela started removing snow again; being extremely careful not to look like she was ignoring them. That sufficed…for the time being.

  “I’m sure you’re jealous of my hat! Everyone is!” Ice Cap just stared at the skeleton lady, not really willing to help. But that was fine with her.

“I wouldn’t wear it as nicely as you, sadly.” She didn’t want to say she wanted to wear a hat, because that would be a lie. She tried to… redirect the conversation a bit with a smooth remark.

  Ice Cap was truly flattered.

  “That’s true! You seem to know well who has the best hat around!” It said, nodding. A faint blush on its face. Jerry sighed again, and started eating powdery food again. Athela tried to crack the best smile she could… and failed.

 She could barely even see them anymore.

   After some nice attention to Ice Cap, and none to Jerry, – because Jerry wasn’t really asking for attention, Jerry was just doing gross things, like sneezing  without covering its nose and then licking its hands after eating even more powdery food, – Ice Cap decided to leave. Looks like it was satisfied with the attention Athela gave it.

  The young lady sighed, relieved, once she saw it leave. No offense, but she was still in a hurry. Remember, there was a dangerous dog around…

  “Well… this is it. Looks like a map,” Athela stared at the black lines on the floor, crossing her arms in distress. She was getting cold, and… sadly, skeletons lack any kind of body heat, so she couldn’t really warm herself up.

  She tried glowing her eyes again…

 …

 She was still cold.

  “Oh, no…” She tried again, but to no avail. Her right eye was completely dysfunctional, apparently; she couldn’t feel any kind of warmth from it. And her left eye… it glowed, but not that much.

 Panicky, she tried moving the left side flowers aside for a bit whilst doing her best to ignore the pain. She could see a bit better… but it was awful to even touch the flowers. She was too cold. And let’s not forget, the flowers were in her eye sockets. It still felt like putting your fingers inside your eye: not nice.

  Well, there was nothing to worry about. Not for now, right? There was a save point really close by, she could just go back to it if she got too cold…

 …

 Maybe she was just avoiding reality… but at least that helped her stay sane.

 She was doing her best, and…

   “Why are we doing this? What a fail," Athela frowned and turned around.

  Why was Jerry still there?

  Its friend left, shouldn’t it just go away too? Well, not like Jerry was dangerous or anything like it… Athela had yet to see it attack. Jerry was harmless, and that was good. But…

  "Well... can YOU give me a ride home?" It said, crossing its arms in a sassy gesture.

  Gosh.

 It was so annoying.

  “No, I can’t,” she answered quickly and went back to the puzzle. Maybe Jerry would go away if she just… kept ignoring him.

  On the other hand… let’s concentrate on the map, shall we?

  She was GUESSING it was a map, because it was a square with lines, and there was a red cross, like a treasure map. But that was no treasure hunt. More like… a switch hunt? Since Athela’s main goal was to lower the spikes that kept her trapped on that room.

 Finding a treasure would also be pretty cool, though.

  No, Athela. Focus. The red X was over there, at the top-right part. Gosh, the map was huge… she could fit inside and by much.

  “Hmmm…” Trying to ignore Jerry’s snarky comments about how much everything sucked, Athela tried to locate herself on the map. It wasn’t hard, actually. She could see the similarities between the room and the drawing pretty well; the big space had to be the area in front of where she had come from… She positioned herself at that point on the map and started walking on it. As I said, the map was huge.

  So she was standing at the bottom-left part of the map. That’s where she was. Good. Funny how even the trees were represented there, with black dots. So much thought put onto that puzzle; Athela was impressed.

 It would be even better if there wasn’t a dangerous dog trying to hunt her around.

  But that wasn’t the person who made the map’s fault.

  So, the red mark was at…

  …

  …

   Oh, no.

    She had to go up again?? But that’s where the dog was! Oh no, oh no… what could she do now? No way was she going up there for a second time!!

  “So. Like, I need to go to the bathroom,” Jerry announced. Athela just nodded, somehow wishing it would really go away. But it didn’t, of course. It stayed with her, like a leech.

  The skelly was just exasperated. Going up… that would mean certain death. And not like Jerry was going to help, that was for sure. Ugh…

  A simple head turn and she could glimpse something golden in the trees far ahead. Squinting her eyes, she focused on it…And a shiver went down her spine.

  Flowey.

  …

  Wait, was he giggling??

  Oh, just great. Of course it was funny. She was about to die AND stuck with an annoying weirdo that wouldn’t shut up. That was certainly amazing. Great, Flowey, laugh as much as you want. She deserved all that mocking.

  Ugh. Now she was cranky. Well, maybe she could just…

   “Sssh! Girl, I’m THINKING!” Jerry continued talking. Gosh!!

 “Jerry. Go away,” Athela just said that as boldly as she could. She was more than done with it. She didn’t think it would work, though; surely it would stay there. Jerry was about to say something, but it sneezed again. Really loudly. And of course, no mouth or nose covering whatsoever. That was so gross; good thing she was far away enough from it.

  Athela sighed, done with the world. Something told her that being with the dog would be somewhat better than this.

 Of course, that pessimistic point of view disappeared once she turned her head north and saw the dog right there, staring and panting with his tongue out.

  Now Athela just wanted her mom again.

   “Sure. Whatever.” The skeleton looked at Jerry, bewildered. Did it just agree to leave??

  Yes. Yes, it was gone now. Walking away. Athela couldn’t believe it… She would’ve done that a long time ago if she had just known. But… now she was alone against the dog again. She felt as if she had gotten so far, and now…

  The dog barked and ran to her. Athela yelled and braced for impact.

  It was the first time she fell on her back instead than on her face; it was way better. Now she didn’t have to worry about dying from the cold, since the flowers were out of the way of the snow. But… the dog was as heavy as always. His fur was right on her face, and it smelled strongly of dog chow.

 At that moment, Athela knew she preferred a death by sudden freeze. Anything that wasn’t as long and excruciating as the crushing, please, she couldn’t stand it! She felt like crying… but no tears came out of her eyes. However, her voice was still cracked, as if she were, despite everything, crying. She snapped.

  “No! No, go away! Bad dog!! Bad!!!” She yelled as loud as she could, pushing the pup desperately. Or… trying to push him. He was such a heavy doggy.

  And maybe it was the despaired expression on her face. Maybe it was the loud yelling. Or maybe it was the fact that she called him a bad dog, who knows? That Lesser Dog whined. He wasn’t a bad puppy, he just wanted a friend and some bones. He just thought she was playing hide and seek… but now she was sad, and he was a bad dog.

 Some of the weigh was lifted, and Athela felt a warm, wet tongue going up her face. Puzzled, she watched as the dog got off her and sat on the ground, head and tail down. Whimpering.

  “… Oh.” She didn’t know what to say. Why was he acting like a scolded pupper now? Was it because she had insulted him? True, she was desperate and crankier than before, that’s why she did it, but… Oh no, now she felt bad. She didn’t like dogs that much, but let’s be fair, dogs are so cute. She couldn’t ignore a whining puppy. Even if that pup had killed her before. “I… I’m sorry…”

  Lesser Dog, however, just turned around and left.

  Great. Now she felt like garbage.

   “Hey, will you look at that! He’s gone!” Abruptly, Flowey popped out right next to Athela, making her yelp once again.

 “Eeek!!” She yelped and fell on her butt. Ouch, that hurt. Flowey just yelled.

 “Priceless.” He nodded. “Looks like you did it! You made someone feel bad! Next step: Murder!” The flower shifted his face slightly, to make it look creepier.

  Athela wasn’t faced anymore by that, anyway. It was just a threat, and some scary faces, but just that. If he had added some pellets, then she would be really scared. But it wasn’t the case.

 “No, thank you,” still, she had to be extra careful with her wording. Who knew when Flowey would actually try to attack her? A misstep could be lethal.

 “A flower can dream, hey,” he smirked. Then, he made a kinder face and looked at Athela in the eye. “By the way, how are you doing?”

  She stood there, silent, for a while. Surprised and apprehensive.

  “Why do you care?” She asked. Flowey just laughed.

 “Golly! Because we’re best friends, silly~” And he winked. The skeleton didn’t know if she should feel angry or sad because he was clearly mocking her. Anyway, she decided to continue with the conversation.

 “I can barely see you now,” Athela restrained herself from saying that she was almost glad. Because that would be mean, and… well, she preferred to know where the little demon was at all times. Just in case.

 “Hee hee… what will you do when you stop seeing completely?” He asked, with a mischievous smile. Athela shivered.

  She didn’t know.

  What would she do?

  The idea of going blind before even getting to a safe place terrified her. The forest was really cold, and… she would not survive for long if she wandered around there for too long. She would certainly freeze to death, and…

  And…

  …

  Flowey was gone.

  “W-where…?” Athela turned around and moved her head to see if he was hiding in one of her blind spots. But no; looks like he was gone. Maybe he went to hide behind the trees just to spook her.

  Well, it was working.

  The poor skeleton shivered once again and decided it would be a good idea to run back to her last save point again, since she was almost feeling numb. Her head and eyes hurt… and she could always go solve the puzzle later.

  Chilling next to a warm spot at that moment didn’t seem like a bad idea.

“What’s that smell?” The male dog’s voice reverberated again on Athela’s head. Just like it did last time. And the time before that.

 “(Where’s that smell?)” The female dog’s voice echoed right after the male’s, sounding as wary as she sounded the first two times.

  Athela breathed in and out, determined. She could barely see them now; there was barely a tiny inch of light that she could see through on her left eye.

 The flowers had almost consumed everything.

  But she could still see. She could still FIGHT.

 Or… dodge. Whatever.

  “If you’re a smell…” The male continued his speech with a deep, serious voice, and his partner walked right after him.

 “(… Identify yoursmellf!)”

  They started walking around her, in erratic circling, as they sniffed the air, looking for the source of that new smell. She was right there, still as a statue, since the first time running away didn’t work as planned. Athela didn’t have a heart, but she could feel her SOUL inside of her, pulsating strongly. Uneasy.

  Since this could be her last chance.

  Athela kneeled down and grabbed some pieces of the awfully cold snow. It was so cold… and painful. Her fingers started feeling numb soon. But she had to do it. She stood up again, just in time for one of the dogs to get right beside her. With his snoot next to her skeleton arms.

  Sniff, sniff.

  “Hmmm... Here’s that weird smell,” he murmured, sniffing her arm carefully. Athela needed to stay still, or else they wouldn’t be able to sniff correctly. And that would be bad.

  Though that situation was bad for her hands, too. The snow was freezing her fingers. She needed to… stay… strong…

  “Smells like bones,” the canine monster didn’t seem completely satisfied with that, though. He moved his nose and started sniffling her clothes. Athela took the chance to rise her hands packed with snow. The dog, meanwhile, kept evaluating. “This smells like snow…”

 “I’m so sorry…” The young skeleton muttered as she felt her nonexistent heart break into a million pieces.

  Then, she splashed the snow on her hair.

  It was so cold she wanted to yelp. The snow was slowly permeating through her silky, precious hair. And getting to her skull. To a normal human, that would feel like a brain freeze after eating ice cream too fast. But Athela didn’t know that.

 Luckily, the flowers were INSIDE her skull, not outside. Therefore, she didn’t die. Instead, she just… froze for a few seconds.

  “This also smells like snow,” Dogamy said as he reached and sniffed Athela’s hair, now wet because of the snow.

“(Are you actually a snow skeleton?)” Dogaressa mumbled, interested. She poked Athela’s arm. She was warm… Athela wanted to cuddle her. But she was still wary and afraid of dogs.

  She nodded. Unlike the first dog, it was clear they could see her, and… unlike the second dog, they could talk and reason. But they didn’t seem very smart, either; or at least they weren’t able to recognize what she was if they didn’t have a clear smell.

  The first time she died to them, she had tried to run away. Sadly, that went terribly wrong… and it ended with an axe on her head. Athela preferred not to remember that. So, the second time she acted smart, and analyzed everything the dogs did. They smelled her, and she smelled like bones and like snow… except for her hair. Her hair smelled like human.

 And that made them want to eliminate. Eliminate HER.

  Clearly, her clothes smelled like snow because that enthusiastic pup had tackled her to the floor earlier… but her hair still smelled a bit like human. Maybe because she got it from her mom.

 Athela wondered if her mom and her hair smelled the same. That would be really cool.

  In any case, Athela learnt the lesson. There was no way she could dodge two dogs at the same time, so she had to do something before she encountered them. It broke her heart to make that to her precious hair, but… it was better to be wet than to be dead.

  “Can you give us a bone?” Dogamy asked, eagerness growing in his voice.

 “(We love bones,)” Dogaressa affirmed, equally thrilled. They were waving her tails in excitement, and Athela found that really cute.

  Athela’s teeth were starting to clatter.

  “S-sure…” Oops, her voice sounded so muffled and hoarse. Maybe it was because of the cold? At least using magic implied getting warm… and she needed that. She concentrated and started making her eyes glow.

  Well, her eye.

 Or… what was left of it.

  She tried her best, and the dogs could see that. They watched as her left eye shone as strong as it could for a short period of time. Then, the light blinked, as if it were glitching.

 It was the first time that ever happened to Athela. She got a little scared, and the spell went wrong.

  The bone was extremely small.

 And she felt extremely tired. She needed to sit down… her legs were failing.

  Dogaressa held her, worried.

  “Are you okay, snow skeleton?” Dogamy asked, equally worried. “Hot dog, I think she’s sick.”

 “Hot… dog…” Athela murmured, a little bit out of it, and Dogaressa soon clarified.

 “(He means me.)”

 “Oh…”  The young skeleton doubted that was the dog’s real name, but for now she would be the hot dog, alright.

  Athela didn’t get to do much after that, though. She felt awful, and luckily the two dogs had enough body heat to warm her up, because she would’ve died if they hadn’t been there. She was taken away someplace else, but she couldn’t see where exactly; she felt too dizzy to even open her eyes. They seemed to have good intentions anyway, so she didn’t struggle. They didn’t walk much, though, and meanwhile she could hear them saying something about “resting for a bit”.

 They also apologized.

 She was left on the floor, with her back peacefully resting against a wall. A couple pats to her beautiful, wet hair, and then it was cold again.

  …

  …

  …

  Wait, it was cold!!

  Athela abruptly opened her eyes, just to see… almost nothing, alright. Looking frantically in every direction, she could guess they had taken her to the spaghetti room again. In one hand, it seemed logical, since that seemed like a chill-out place to just rest, and what she needed was rest.

On the other hand… it meant that the town wasn’t near enough for the mutts to take her there. She felt her SOUL sinking at that thought…

  But no! She didn’t know for sure that was true! Maybe they just took her there because… well, she couldn’t think of a proper reason now, but maybe!! Surely?

 The town had to be close by now, it had to be!!

  And she had managed to pass all the obstacles on that room… so! She was one step closer now! She just had to keep going, and then… then! She would make it! She had gotten so far already… she couldn’t just give up like that! She would surely get there, all she had to do was keep her positivity. Baby steps.

  Doing her best to keep determined, Athela felt a slow wave of pain going through her skull. It started at the exact same place where the prior pains did, but this time it expanded slowly, making her feel as if he was having a heavy headache. She growled and brought her hands to her head, grabbing it softly.

 It hurt.

  Progress saved.

   It was not long after that her pain went away. She didn’t feel… great. But she was fine. The save point was there, she could see its bright twinkling and feel its warmth. She decided to stay there for a while, since her hair needed some serious drying.

 She shivered and stood there for a while.

  Then, just in case, she saved again. The pain came back, but she stood it; she needed to do so if she wanted to maximize the amount of time she would pass down there. And so, after doing this, Athela walked through her previous steps one more time, getting deeper into the forest.

 Closer to freedom.

 Thankfully, the spikes were still down, and Jerry was nowhere to be seen. Excellent news.

  The road led to a new place, and it was the first time for her there. Feeling a little bit nervous, Athela observed it as best as she could while caressing her flowers. It was getting even colder now, wind was howling mercilessly and her eyes were feeling the painful breeze from the forest.

  “That’s… a sign,” Athela could distinguish a button on the floor, and a lonely sign placed next to some rocks. The rocks were aligned strangely… of course, that must be a puzzle. She prayed that it was something safe. She read the indications out loud, and her voice turned out hoarse once more… but she didn’t mind it. “Turn every X into a 0. Then press the switch.”

  Wait, X? What X? Athela couldn’t see any…

 Oh.

 Of course, she couldn’t see anything because she was almost as blind as a melon. Following basic logic, she guessed the Xs were inside the closed areas the strangely aligned rocks formed.  The skeleton bent down to confirm… and yes, there it was.

 Upon touch, the X turned into a 0.

  “That was easy!” Pleased, she went to the other side. Luckily, there were only two she needed to change. The button was pressed, and then… then what?

  She heard a sound, but…

  Inspecting the room, she noticed some small holes on the floor that looked like lowered spikes. Athela sighed, smiling; it was good, but she should just check the whole room before doing things, shouldn’t she?

  Athela’s thoughts were stopped by the howling wind, once again. She yelped and covered as many flowers as she could, but sadly, skeleton hands weren’t famous for being able to protect you from the icy wind. She was still freezing…

 Shivering, the skeleton wondered for a second time how big was the mountain itself to have wind and micro climates. Because the Ruins were warm, and this Snowdin place had snow, so… that was really strange. Why would that be? Athela was no speleologist, so she couldn’t even take a wild guess. Her brain was as frozen as herself.

  Frozen…

 Athela remembered the spaghetti. She just left them there like that… hopefully the mouse would eat some day. She was hungry as well, but she had no time to spare imagining a nice slice of pie. She had to hurry… wind was too cold.

  Walking faster, Athela encountered yet another puzzle. Or what looked like it, of course… not like she could see the whole thing. She just knew about the spikes blocking the way after walking and exploring for a bit.

 This new puzzle was way more complicated. With her reduced vision she barely managed to find all the Xs, and… sadly, difficulties rose up once she stepped twice on one tile, turning it into a green triangle. Growling, she tried to reset it, and tried again.

  And again.

  And yet again.

  Who knows how much time she spent trying to solve it? Her whole self was hurting once she pressed the switch and the spikes were lowered. The exhaustion from using magic constantly, to keep herself warm, had worn her greatly. She felt like fainting.

  “I… I have to go back,” she muttered, shaking like a leaf. She had focused on the puzzle way too much, and now… would she even manage to go back to the save point? Her body was stiff… and…

  What if she died? Would she become blind, at last? But then… she would not be able to solve the puzzle like that. Her eyes… she needed her eyes. She couldn’t die. Not yet.

 Please, not yet.

 Athela didn’t know if there would be a save point in the next room, but she couldn’t take the risk... or… more like she didn’t want to take it. Saving as much time as possible was crucial, being as terrified of freezing to death as she was.

  So she retraced her steps.

  Stumbling, with her whole body rattling and partially numb, she tried to quickly go back to the last save point, to the spaghetti room. At least, as fast as her near-sighted eye and frozen legs would let her, of course.

  But… midway, her legs gave away. She fell on her knees with a surprised, weak cry, and immediately after, she tried to remain steady by holding herself with her arms.

  “No, not now… please, just… just a bit further…” Looking up, she saw the snow map she discovered before. She was almost there… pleading, desperately praying under her breath, she tried to stand up. She tried using her arms to push herself up, feeling how her SOUL shriveled in fear.

 Her arms also failed to support her.

  Feeling like she couldn’t make another single movement, Athela fell to the snow. She tried turning her head so the flowers wouldn’t enter in direct contact with the snow. Maybe she would be able to get up… maybe… She couldn’t die now. Please, no…

 Trembling, she tried to move. For a second, it looked like her numb body would move… but she fell again. This time, not to stand up again.

  And the world went dark forever.

    Athela - LV 1 Snowdin – Spaghetti Nº Resets: 40

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Questions that I have to answer: (from @pinkiemarshmallow 💕 thankyou so much lovely!) 1. What/who inspires you? my mum! she has been through so much while caring for others at the same time and she’s just so strong and brave omg ❤️❤️ i don’t gave the words to accurately describe what an incredible woman she is

2. Your dream location? my boyfriend’s arms 😊

3. What is your biggest fear? i have a combination of somniphobia & thanatophobia aa

4. If you could change the world, what would you change? AAAA so many things that cause suffering could be eliminated, this is such a tough question! maybe i’ll do a massive post on it sometime, but we need to care more about each other, animals and the enviornment & care less about money 🐤🐋🌲🌻

5. How do you deal with haters? ignore them and be the best lil me i can be. i’ve had people hate on my fashion choices (i wear a lot of cartoon shirts), hobbies (”when are you going to grow out of pokemon?!��) and how i handle my chronic illness. as long as i’m doing my best and what’s best for me at that time, that’s what matters! i’m happy to take constructive criticism ofc

6. Could you live without music? i definitely could (and many people do happily) but music does make me really happy. i actually can’t drive without music either, it calms me and helps me focus

7. What is your favorite meal? oh gosh it changes a lot but probably veggie spring rolls w/ steamed cauliflower, broccoli and carrots in a cheesy sauce yES 😋

8. What is your favorite quote? i like the japanese expression “shouganai” (“it cannot be helped”) in the sense that some things are out of my control and that’s okay. i may not be able to always change my circumstances (or not immediately) but i can change how i respond emotionally

9. Did you know that, if you look in a mirror, you will see a beautiful person? ♥ oh goshhh 😊💕 thankyou !!

10. Introvert or extrovert? definitely a lil introvert ;w;

11. What celebrity do you dislike and why? i can’t think of anyone off the top of my head, but anyone that’s a jerk to people or animals

Questions that you have to answer: (if you’re down for this ofc! if not that’s totally okay hehe 👍)

1. What movie could you watch over and over and still love?

2. What’s your favourite hobby or interest?

3. What’s something you’ve done that you’re proud of?

4. This spot is for you to give a shout out to a charity, organisation or cause that is important to you. ❤️

5. If you could safely own/have companionship with any animal (regardless of whether they’re poisonous, venomous, etc) what would it be?

6. Where is your favourite place to be?

7. Is there any TV show or movie you’re hyped about now? Share it with us!

8. What’s the best decision you ever made?

9. What’s something most people wouldn’t know about you?

10. You are important, valid & valued. Hope you have a lovely day! 💕🌈

tagging: @4-gatsu @strawberri-custard @srnile @imperfectstranger0-1 @itslikeibelong @ichthyosis @vanillamochiprincess @multicolouredfairylights but anyone is welcome to join in too if they like :3

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MiKa hellooo im sorry i disappeared classes were draining me and i couldn't gather the energy to send u an ask. But im feeling a lot better so the first thing im doing is sending u an ask because i missed u🥺. Also THE NEW?? URL??? ITS ADORABLEEꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡so cute im in love OoooOoo (ill never let this go) . How's your day goingg, i hope you are taking care of yourself and not pushing yourself too much. Also ateez is just 🔥💣💥💣💥💣💥these days ALSO SUPERM DID WHAT?!?!?! THEY DID THAT(ﾉ*°▽°)ﾉnotif

hello ~ don’t worry about that omg. i’m always gonna be here to answer your asks regardless hehe. im glad youre feeling better though!! i hope school isnt too rough for you and that you’re getting the groove of it all. also THANK YOOOOU ♡ hehe. i’ve been waiting for a reason to use it and decided that it was the best time :^) my day’s alright!! slept in because work has me tired and went to the store real quick for some small groceries. im about to start doing some school work though since i have things due tomorrow </3 how’s your day? i hope it’s going well !!!! and i hope youre remembering to drink water and eat a bit and taking breaks while you study. 

ALSO RIGHT, i love tiger inside. it’s such a fun song and taeyong go grrrrrrrrr