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ahandfulofm0ss · 8 months ago

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Some silly things about Albine (oc) because I am very normal about her

(Includes lore and in-game stuff + some dialogue)

(Under the keep reading)

In-Game:

~ She has a 25% (25/100) chance of being the one at OFFICE OF or WHEEL OF instead of Mach.

~ Players will receive a badge if they get this, and the badge is called "ANGELIC POWERRRRRRR" (a clear reference to the song Hell's Greatest Dad")

~ Similar to Mach and her hammer, if you throw a snowball at or try and take her axe (OFFICE OF), the player will be killed (WHEEL OF) or ragdolled and flung (OFFICE OF).

~ Falling victim to getting killed throwing a snowball at her on the WHEEL OF level will grant a similar badge to when you do the same with Mach, only it is named "AXE OF"

~ If the wheel lands on "FUN" while she is there and the elevator is not full, a short animation will play where when Pilby comes out onto the stage, they will walk over to Albine rather than right to the elevator and request a hug, which she gladly gives and then lets them be on their way onto the elevator.

~ In OFFICE OF, she can be clicked on similar to Mach and will give tidbits of lore about things like herself, her and Mach's relationship, and other unrelated things.

~ When WHEEL OF lands on "FUN" while they are there, a animation will play where she eventually catch one of the flying red teddies with her hat.

Lore:

~ She speaks fluent French and knows a variety of French recipes as well.

~ She is in reality a biblical angel given a human form, but if wanted she can give herself wings, many eyes, and her multiple halos.

~ Technically, she is genderless, but she takes a feminine form and enjoys feminine terms used to refer to her.

~ Through dialogue, it is implied that her and Mach are friends and business partners, but other dialogue may suggest their relationship is more than friends.

~ Her favorite food is chocolate crêpe cake with Nutella and strawberries on top

~ Her favorite drink is red dragon fruit juice.

~ She is very skilled at baking and cooking, implied by many lines of dialogue suggesting her making complicated baked goods.

~ She knows how to play the violin, and sometimes plays it alongside Pilby's trombone.

~ Her blood is a shiny gold color.

Dialogue:

WHEEL OF

When hit with a snowball:

"Ow! That's cold you know."

"How dare you ruin my suit."

"How rude."

When wheel lands on "COINS":

"Enjoy the riches friends."

"Ah, lovely."

"How lucky you are."

When wheel lands on "DEATH":

"Oh dear, how unfortunate."

"Well, good luck to you all."

"I do hope Mach did not overestimate now entertaining this was."

When wheel lands on "FUN":

"Oh, that reminds me, I wanted to get Pilby an apple shaped phone."

"This is a perfect chance to get them a present while they're gone."

"(whispering) Come on out Pilby, I'm sure it'll be okay."

When wheel lands on "REROLL" multiple times:

"Ugh, is this thing broken AGAIN?"

"I swear to you all I did not rig it."

"OH C'MON!"

When wheel lands on "SPECIAL":

"Think fast!"

"Oh dear.."

"Well, nice meeting you."

OFFICE OF

Sprayed with the spray bottle:

"Thanks.. For ruining my suit."

"Nice try."

"Now, as I was saying.."

"Anyway, anything I can help you with?"

"Could you not?"

Showered with the Petal Cone:

"Oh my, they're the same color as her eyes.."

"Why thank you."

"Such a rich and beautiful color."

"I wonder if these are edible like the flowers me, her, and them found on that one planet with rings."

"I'm sure I will find a beautiful use for these."

Upon Entering OFFICE OF:

"Hello, sadly Mach is not available today, but I am."

"You had better not steal anything, or else."

(If players are visiting the floor twice in the same server) "Come back for a double check I see."

"Just leave your payment on the desk here if you find something you like."

"Huh? Oh sorry, I was just resting."

When Clicked On:

"I wonder if later, they will feel up for allowing me to practice my violin along with their trombone."

"Maybe I should make more macarons as a little treat for the three of us.."

"I feel so bad for poor Pilby.. Many times they have returned sobbing and sopping wet from being sprayed so many times."

"I remember when Mach worked together with Pilby to plan a surprise party for my 150th birthday. It was so sweet of her.."

"I should likely stop by the daycare and see that dragon-fruit child I keep hearing Pilby talk about."

"Mach has been such a good.. Friend for as long as I can remember, she is a rather strong and intelligent woman. Beautiful too.."

"Hm, I'm honestly craving some chocolate crepes currently. I'll ask Mach and Pilby if they would like some too."

"I am highly aware that Mach is not human and has been known to bounce back from just about anything, but I still become concerned when she falls injured or ill."

"It has been so long since I've flown, I fear I may have to relearn if I ever do."

If player has survived HALL OF and WALL OF:

"Ah, you're the one Mach mentioned who bested both her fiery challenges. Well, I congratulate you [Username]. Very few have made it out of one, much less two."

When a player dies to her and then goes to OFFICE OF:

"I may seem like a kind and forgiving angel, but that was simply impolite, [Username]."

"Did you forget I am a divine being, [Username]?"

When attempting to steal her axe:

"Ah ah, this is not a children's toy."

"Hands off."

"You may gaze upon it, but touching is off limits."

"Now I need to clean it again, thanks a lot."

"With how many people do this daily, I should sharpen it more often."

#ft my first time making a stimboard #hashtag #regretevator fandom #regretevator oc #Albine (oc)#long post #regretevator oc info #silly gal

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wicked-elfie · 1 year ago

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I got wrapped up by the fun pancake discourse in the comments, and Wikipedia has a lot of fun history on pancakes haha.

Basically they’ve been around since prehistory, there’s variations of them everywhere (like crêpes, palačinkes, potato pancakes, and buckwheat pancakes), and Scotland and the United States apparently love the buttermilk ones a lot (which checks out if you know enough about the United States and Scotland’s history together.)

They can be savory like injera, which is eaten with a variety of stews called wat. (If anyone hasn’t tried Ethiopian and Eritrean injera- get on that, it’s friggin DELICIOUS). They can also be sweet, like Japan’s doroyaki, which is described as “a sort of sandwich made from Western-style pancakes and anko.” (Anko is sweet red bean paste for anyone who doesn’t know what anko is.)

In the US and Canada, pancakes have their own random funny, but logical names of course: hotcakes, griddlecakes, and flapjacks (yes, like in Owl House 🥰). You can literally put Anything in/on them, but the tradition is butter and/or maple syrup. If you go to like a restaurant, they’ll usually serve them in stacks of two or three; you can generally get plain, chocolate chip, pecan or walnut, blueberry or strawberry, or sometimes seasonal variations like pumpkin. Casey lives in NYC, so he could probably even find a place to serve him Rainbow pancakes if he ever feels so inclined! (He may not survive the sugar and dye intake tho!)

I also think it is incredibly important to acknowledge that white settlers originally made their pancakes from corn. These are called Johnny cakes, and they are derived from native pancake recipes. Indigenous american pancakes are typically made with corn or wild rice as the base, but obviously there’s like a sh*t ton of native Nations from the Americas so there are bound to be a sh*t ton of historical and modern variations. There are several of these recipes online for people to check out as well!

Basically, pancakes qualify as literally any kinda batter cooked in well… a pan! Everyone should have a chance to try every pancake type in the world. I’ve had a lot of variations in my life, and I’ve only touched the tip of the iceberg on this one apparently. Brb while I make a list of every pancake I have yet to try…

I have the most random of questions -

I just realized (due to my lazy butt grabbing a syrup-less pancake just because) that he's either getting very sticky fingers, or he's also not eating them with syrup.

Which made me realize I have no idea - is maple syrup on pancakes just a US/Canada thing? Genuinely no clue, would love enlightenment if you have the time lol

I also have no idea haha

I only see pancakes on the internet so

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thedancemostofall · 1 year ago

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a few food poems from Vittles

Crêpe / Mien Mui Jin

The tang of quartered tangerine awakes the palate. I take the fancy restaurant spoon and cut into the crêpe folded like thin, warm blankets on a lazy Sunday morning.

The sauce it sits on, buttery with a hint of liquor, does not remind me of you. It is the earthy sweetness of pan-fried batter that hits home.

You have taught me something simple, something universal with eggs, flour, sugar, and water. Afternoons whiled away with plates of broken, uneven pancakes. Their Hokkien name, something close to mien mui jin, eludes my tongue.

It takes miles away from home to know the appetite is its own country: you never like me going abroad. Yet, you always haunt the cites I live in, cites you haven’t been to—

as I crush mint and dried peel into a dollop of cream, I swallow the sound of your name: 婆婆, 婆婆, sorry if I have been a bad grandchild.

Tim Tim Cheng

Almost Like Being in Love

The Swiss soufflé of the evening expanding into— possibly— night. The prudent response is to retire homewards, to the skipping-rope of one’s bed. I have never been one for a prudent response. I have always been one for a prudent response. My lies are like currants sprinkled through the yeasted dough of a confession. A confession is formed by twisting a story into a spiral and pinching the ends shut.

The Swiss roll of the evening not holding its shape correctly. It might collapse into a semi-rectangular mass (like a bed). Nowadays new mattresses arrive rolled up in a bag, like the truth. When they spring open, that’s when the lies get in. My lies might be the cream in a Swiss roll holding the sponge of truth together.

The Swiss steak of the evening slowly braising in its own sauce. The layers of the steak are bookends holding the feelings in. Once a sauce sets, the feelings can’t be changed. It’s not like a confession where I can make it fit into any old bed. My thoughts are the miniature pearl onions swimming in a sauce of lies.

The Swiss cheese of the evening melting partially into night. A rectangular slice of time lying atop an open-faced sandwich. The sandwich is the rest of the night, like the sandwich’s filling is my thoughts. Sometimes I lie awake in a bed like a trap waiting to be sprung. The holes in a slice of time are where the truth oozes out.

Jane Yeh

Emulsion

While cooking Rebecca May Johnson’s recipe for kale, garlic, chilli and parmesan emulsion

Approaching the solstice, my body made no sound.

In the kitchen, kimchi fizzed alive in a jar.

to recover – to return / to regain / to make up for a loss

Outside, adolescent swans dropped dark-cloud feathers one by one into the pond.

Hints of burnt sage / citrus peel scraped clean.

I pressed record.

I washed kale leaves in the sink, saved the pale green water to feed the prayer plant.

to be recovered – to be well again / to be re-discovered / unlost

The winter light would not be caught, could not be melted in a bowl.

Rebecca’s recipe instructs me to keep tossing the pan, to not stop moving.

This is how the emulsion occurs –

The constant pulling motion of my arms and hips against the counter while the tap drips.

recovery – a return to a normal state / the process of regaining control / (in swimming) the act of returning the arm or leg to begin a new stroke

My worries disperse in slow motion, splintering outwards in the shape of a star.

I listened back. Butter softens, froths in a pot.

A drawer opens / a border seals itself.

An oceanic sunrise / a panful of green.

recoverable – (of something lost) able to be retrieved / (of an energy source) extracted economically from the earth

In the recording I begin to hear myself – the liquid soundscape of my body – I stir and stir.

Nina Mingya Powles

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cute-little-alien · 1 year ago

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Ok… Here are some advices of someone unimportant living on a small budget for several years:

I try to keep this as an essay, so these are the topics:

Keep An Eye On Reduced Stuff

Equipment

Recipes & Cooking Ideas

(Maybe I add some self-drawn pics later for visual)

Keep An Eye On Reduced Stuff

It became part of my daily life to look up the weekly papers of the supermarkets, what they offer for a discounted price, especially for (seasonal) fruits and veggies

And…

…I can’t say if your supermarkets have those, too - I always checke the „expires soon“ shelves with the price reduced stuff, where they give you 30-50% here, sometimes even up to 90% if it expires tomorrow or is expires and still good.

Then I build my meals around it, trying to be creative and try out new recipes.

Equipment

Required in a vegan household:

a small, medium and maybe also a bigger pot and a sauce pan,

a blender (I only have one of these hand blenders, because the ones of a container are still on my list)

two pans: A regular one and a small one, a wok (if teflon coated be sure it is a thiker pan). I own a regular, a carbon-steel wok and a flat one for crêpes and pancakes.

Sometimes there are some pans and other equipment of good quality in supermarkets, discounters or discount-stores like TJ Maxx (or equal, in my home country we have „TK Maxx“) or look out for second-hand.

Recipes & Cooking Ideas

In general these are my top 3 mains: Rice, Pasta and noodles, potatoes.

- PASTA

Big variety of the sauces!

Tomato: Marinara, Arrabiata, Bolognese (you can use crushed sunflower seeds as faux meat, just let it simmer in the sauce for 20-30 min.)! Or Pesto, creamy sauces, Alfredo… just take an already existing recipe and make it vegan!

I have a cooking book „Broke vegan“, that e.g. recommends to add 1/4 of mini pak choy and some canned corn and a chopped chili to your instant ramen.

As people here already mentioned: Rice and Curry or beans are affordable.

do you guys perhaps have any vegan recipes that aren’t too hard and are student budget friendly?🫶

#finally I can share my experiences #my site silently became a food blog more and more #I wanna share my own recipes #low budget cooking #living on a small budget #vegan #vegan cuisine

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pendraegon · 2 years ago

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everyone’s (rightfully) not feeling so hot, let’s make some crêpes

hey! long time no ellian recipe, but here we are. between pancakes and waffles and crêpes, crêpes are my personal favorite and like...when you’re feeling down and nothing can go right, it’s always a good meal to turn to (OR if you’re having a brunch w friends and want to seem fancy shmancy, this will make impress the hell out of them)

ingredience (1 batch. makes 8-12 crêpes depending on the size of ur frying pan):

2 eggs, room temp

15 g sugar (can be any sugar. i think i made these once with honey and they were pretty good too)

45 g melted butter (personally i like unsalted but if you have salted butter only that’s fine, just make sure not to add additional salt)

180 ml milk (any milk works just make sure it’s room temp)

120 ml water

120 g flour

vanilla extract (not traditional, but i put in like..about a tablespoon? i eye ball that)

cinnamon + nutmeg (again not traditional but i like adding it in, just a smidge)

pinch of salt

additional butter for the pan

steps:

[1] you can either put all of the ingredients above in a blender and blend it OR whisk it by hand. either works. i tend to make double or triple the batch whenever i make these so i tend to go for the blender. these should ideally rest in the fridge for an HOUR (1) but honestly if you make it right away it’s fine.

[2] heat up whatever you’re using to cook this on. if you have those fancy crêpe pans use it but i just use a frying pan. you can use a bigger frying pan or a smaller frying pan but the smaller ones are easier in my opinion.

[3] once the pan’s heated up add some butter and MAKE SURE YOU GET THE SIDES or else this is going to be a nightmare to flip. grease that puppy up.

[4] once you’re all situated, you can either [1] tip some batter from the blender into the frying pan although sometimes i find it that you might get an overly thick crêpe and that’s not what we want, we want thin ones!! [2] use a spoon or 1/4 cup to scoop out the batter onto the pan. twirl the pan so that the batter makes a circle.

[5] cook both sides until they’re slightly brown. don’t worry about the first one it’ll be ugly — the first pancake, crêpe, waffle, fritter, etc they’re always ugly. it’ll taste good but it’s ugly.

[6] okay now put them on a waiting plate. if you’re gonna be cooking these all at once put a towel or something over the plate to keep these crêpes warm!! they’re not as delicious cold.

[7] these cook FAST once ur pan heats up. make sure to add butter every time.

[8] alrighty now you got your crêpes! (^: add whatever toppings you like! sometimes i go for fruit, sometimes i go for jam, sometimes even maple syrup, sometimes lemon and sugar — do whatever! don’t let anyone tell you what to put on your crêpe, babe. but also if you eat them plain they’re plenty tasty enough :3c

[9] if you have extra batter, that’s alright, just make sure to seal it up and put it in the fridge. you can use it within the next few days for instant crêpes whenever (^: just make sure to give the batter a whisk before you make them next time though! (or you can make all the crêpes and just freeze them or whatever but i personally don’t think it’s as tasty.)

if you want to make savory crêpes they’re kinda the same deal although i tend to knock down the sugar a bit and add some pepper. you can also swap out the flour for buckwheat flour! (^:

anyways here’s some pics (yeah one of them is a christmas plate, shhhh)

#idk if these are like. the actual french ratio of ingredients for a crêpe or whatever but this is how i've made them for like 8 years now #so i simply do not care<3 #menu #do i even have a recipe tag..uh…#my cooking #<- that suits better than baking right #food

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prixious · 3 years ago

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Mana de dumont

Age unknown

Diasomnia dorm

Unique magic

“I give you life” he can use his unique magic to manipulate curtain objects and control as his puppet it’s like in the movie black cauldron bringing things to life if that makes sense

Personality

Mana is mostly quiet can be hot tempered when bothered or his plan not going the way he wanted to. He’s not very interactive with malleus only due to people comparing him towards malleus which he despises very much. Other than that he has soft spots for animals mostly pigs but he do try not to show that spot or side of him to anyone he likes to be seen as a king.

Interactions

Leona: they both don’t get a king at times sometimes gets into fights and times where they agree on each other a love hate relationship you can say!

Malleus: as mentioned before mana hates to be compared to the fay king mostly because they both have horns. Mana and malleus are talkative towards each other and both would hate to try lilia’s cooking.

Rook: he tends to stay away from rooks view but obviously rooks great eye sight mana quickly gets found. He hates being part of rook’s “prey games” as he calls it and would nickname rook the bobbed stalker

Vil: he gets along with vil very well mostly cause their manners and how much they both want to achieve their goals vil would often invite mana for tea

What I can think of interactions for now ^^

Past

Mana was mostly neglected by his parents due to fearing him he’ll turn out to be ruthless as the horned king was, with that the three witches that serves his parents cared and nurtured him like their own son, he is upset about his parents but he thought of the bright side of having at least three that cares for him. Even as a child no children wanted to play with him he grew up not having anyone by his side. Children were more terrified of his magic, his ability to make any object to life but only for a short amount a time, that was another magic that is like the horned kings magic. He was afraid of his own magic as well but alas the three witches would admire his magic and encourage him about it.

Fun facts

Dominant hand: right

Favorite food: crêpe

Least favorite food: lilia cooking

Dislikes: being compared

Hobby: singing

Talents: playing the cello

Professional status

Class- 3-D

Year- third

Occupation- student

Club- light music club

Best subject- magic history

#fantasy oc #twst #twisted wonderland #disney villians #night raven college #diasomnia #mana de dumont #black cauldron #horned king

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havocinthebluebox · 3 years ago

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Je sais pas si tu l'as eu, donc je réitère XD : sweet and pure asks, please ! All. Cause I couldn't choose XD. But I swear on my life I love you ! (Last question is "any question you want" and I forgot to precise it, so here's mine : would you accept to read my first novel and give me your thoughts on it ?)

En premier lieu, je réponds à la question au choix : j'ai chouigné quand tu m'as demandé si je voulais bien lire ton roman. Ce serait un tel honneur. C'est un grand OUI !

Deusio, tu as fort bien fait d’envoyer la question une deuxième fois parce que tumblr l’avait mangée - le fourbe !

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?

Yes, both friendly and romantic soul mates ! I know it's not very realistic and it might seem a little bit naive but I truly do ! I think sometimes stars are alligned and you meet a specific person and then your life brigntens up, chocolate tastes even better and the stars seem a little bit brighter !

💌- diary or journal?

Journal as far as I am concerned.

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

Storm maybe ? In her punk era, of course !

💕- are you crushing on someone?

Yes XD

💋- kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain?

Like, why chose between sugar and butter to put in a crêpe when you can have both sugar and butter ? I like to live deliciously so : kissing on a rainy night !

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

Something like :

💙🌊⚓⚔🗡✨🧙‍♂️🌹🎃⚰🦇💀💿🖤📷📘📚🏍🚀🌠🔥🔪🧁🍫🍭🍻🌲🌿🍁🍂🍃🥀

(Y'a pas d'emoji raclette c't'un scandale. Pas d'emoji galette-complète-avec-de-la-ratatouille-maison-à-la-place-du-jambon non plus. Vraiment, je suis à deux doigts de crier à la discrimination !)

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

One of them dating back to our childhood : when we visited Vulcania ! The earthquake simulator was scary but so fun !

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

Hydrangeas and roses.

💖- have you ever been in love?

Yes, I have been in love.

🍰- strawberry or vanilla?

Vanilla but I really like strawberries.

🍯- describe your favorite smell

The smell of iodine or the smell of rain, I can’t choose.

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

- Travel up north and see the northern lights !

- Visit the National Air and Space Museum in Washington (of course, one of these had to involve a museum !)

- A diving session if my health allows it.

🍪- cookie dough or cookies?

Cookie dough is like the forbidden dough, it's delicious but it will make you nauseous if you eat too much of it (or is it just me ?) so cookies !

☕- coffee or tea?

There might be some blood left somewhere in my teastream.

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

In the sea ! But I would spend all my weekends and vacations in the forest.

🍂- what’s your middle name?

None !

💫- what is your sun, moon, and rising sign?

Sun in Aquarius

Moon in Pisces

Ascendant in Cancer

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

Staying in bed late (my bedroom in my parents former house was so cool for that. My bed was just below the velux, I could open the store and stay there for hours), listening to the rain, cooking, going out for a walk or even a jogging - I don’t know why I love running in the rain !

🍭- how tall are you?

1m73.

💒- which show would you want to live in?

Hannibal for the perfect aesthetic and outstanding photography and colorimetry. I’d say The Haunting of Hill House or Peaky Blinders for the equally stunning aesthtics but it sounds a little bit dangerous. So I’d stick to running away with my murderous cannibal boyfriend.

Food Wars also sounds like a good plan. Delicious food. Boobs. Whats not to like ?

🎄- what is your favorite holiday?

I love Toussaint holidays, also Christmas and all the winter holiday period !

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite?

I had a candle that had a smell of candied apple. It became my new favorite as soon as I lit it !

🎶- favorite song right now?

Hymn do Swaroga by Pagan Forest and Dwerno.

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

- Kindness

- Intelligence

- Houmous

🍩- current mood?

I have been anxious and a little bit sad over the last few days to be honest but right now it’s : happy because I went out for a drink and discovered a new liquor ! And answering this was really fun so thank you very much Tasha !

❄️- what is your favorite season?

Winter and autumn equally ! When I lived in Guiana it was rain season.

💍- your current relationship status?

Single.

📷- a photo of yourself

I hesitated between one with me being a drama queen in the garden, dressed in a long velvet dress and this one… But I love this one, taken during a festival some times ago while I was chatting with a friend and resting between two gigs. Other friends of us found it uploaded on a gallery on Facebook (Brannwenn photography if I am not mistaken) and tagged me in it. I was like “hey, I look cool on here ! But of course, the only element of my battle jacket visible is my swearword pins. Of course”. Swearwords, messy braids, dramatic hat, the whole Sissi experience in one picture XD.

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled?

I am not going to tell blatant lies here, yes I like that, once in a while XD. But I tend to love “smaller” more meaningful things.

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

- Taking a 4 hour o’clock snack everyday (if I can’t do it, I am grumpy. Wow. Very adult, such maturity. And my stomach doesn’t give a fuck about jetlag. I could be at the other end of the world if it’s 4 o’clock I’ll be like : “I need to eat something.”)

- Reaching for my glasses as soon as I get out of my bed in the morning.

- Listening to music, always. Even in the shower or while eating if I am alone.

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

A tall awkward weirdo.

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

I don’t know, probably a tall awkward weirdo too ? XD

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

I could just put our motto here : “girls with short hair, guys with long hair” XD. But also :

Kindess, hands, body modifications, dedication, backs and broad shoulders, sense of humour, dimples etc make me veeeeery weak.

🍓- one secret about yourself

I am afraid I don’t have many fun secrets.

🍒- how do you act when you have a crush?

First of all, usually, I panic but I became calmer about it over the last few years. And then, I act like myself but sillier and cheesier.

(This gif is a perfect representation because Hiccup embodies my friends being supportive no matter what even if I never fail to put the “disaster” in “bisexual disaster” !)

💔- the reason behind your last breakup?

My ex not loving me anymore, I guess.

💬- what your last text message says?

“Okay”

🎥- what show are you currently binging on?

None at the moment.

⛅- what is your morning routine?

Putting my glasses on, exercising if I feel like it or listening to music, pouring myself a cup of tea and reading, nothing really thrilling XD.

💗- who do you miss?

My friends. Hopefully I’ll get to see some of them this summer.

🥀- last time you cried?

Two days ago I think. Also, earlier when I read the last question and you asked me to read your first novel. Yes, I am a liiiittle bit emotional.

🎁- when is your birthday?

Febuary 11th.

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

A fun one would be when there was an earthquake in Guiana. It never happens, or so we thought. I just duck and cover under my desk, shut my computer inverter off, asking myself if something had blown up in the harbour, or worse, at the CSG. Turns out it was an earthquake !

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

I mostly dated people older than me. Same age, yes. If older or younger, it depends on the age gap.

🎀- any question you want

I already answered but :

#ask game #asks #soft asks #soft and pure asks

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mikauzoran · 3 years ago

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Lukadrien: Your Hands Hold Home: Chapter Twenty-Seven

@lukadrien-june

Read it on AO3: Your Hands Hold Home: Chapter Twenty-Seven: Goodbye

“G Flat. Sup?” XY greeted, leaning on the frame of the door to his flat.

“Hey, Xavier-Yves. Sorry for coming over so early,” Adrien apologized guiltily, gaze downcast as he scuffed at the marble tile of the apartment building hallway.

XY shrugged. “It’s whatever. Something wrong? You look all…floppy.”

Adrien winced, meeting Xavier-Yves’s eyes with a grimace. “I’m kind of rough lately, actually…but I came because I need to talk to you about something. May I come in?”

With another carefree shrug, XY straightened up and stepped back out of the way. “Yeah. Sure. Come on in and make yourself at home. You want some soda?”

Adrien shook his head as he made his way straight to the couch. “I’m fine, thank you. I shouldn’t be long.”

“Meh. Suit yourself.” XY went to fish a bottle of orange soda out of the fridge as he prompted, “So what did you need to talk about?”

Adrien swallowed, shifting anxiously. “Luka.”

XY paused, looked back over his shoulder at Adrien, and cursed in English. “Is that why you look like they ran out of those nifty little umbrellas they put in your drink?”

Adrien could think of at least a dozen more fitting analogies for his current countenance, but he decided not to squabble over word choice. “Yes.”

He took a slow, measured inhale. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop the other day, but I accidentally overheard that song you wrote for Luka.”

XY quirked an eyebrow, taking a long pull from his bottle of soda as he came over and sat down in the armchair across the coffee table from Adrien.

Adrien dropped his gaze to the ugly chartreuse area rug as he confessed, “I heard you tell him you loved him, and I saw you guys kissing.”

“Did ya see what happened afterward?” Xavier-Yves hummed.

Adrien shook his head and forced himself to look up.

He searched his rival’s eyes. “…Are you and Luka…dating?”

The word was almost physically painful to get out.

A smirk in miniature turned up one corner of XY’s mouth. “No. What gave you that idea?”

Adrien opened his mouth to reply but then shut it again to more carefully consider his response.

“…It just seemed like the obvious outcome,” he finally answered. “He really likes you, you know? I don’t think he knows how much he likes you, but he does.”

Xavier-Yves nodded, sinking back comfortably into his armchair and spreading his knees wide. “Yeah. I know…but he picked you.”

Adrien’s eyebrows rose to meet his hairline. “…Sorry. What?”

XY lifted his right shoulder and then let it fall. “He picked you.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand,” Adrien replied, heart quickening, chest tightening.

XY rolled his eyes. “Okay. Look. I’m going to do you a favor, G Flat, and tell ya something good. Don’t tell Luka I told you, but he’s in love with you. He’s been crazy about you since you faceplanted on his deck or whatever. Okay? So, he picked you.”

“Luka loves me?” Adrien breathed, gripping the arm of the couch to keep himself upright.

Xavier-Yves let out a loud snort of laughter. “And they say I’m dense. Yes, Adrien. Luka’s over the moon about you.”

Adrien’s jaw nearly skimmed the floor in his astonishment. “Really?”

“Really,” XY sighed, quickly tiring of this little game. “So go out with him already. Make him happy.”

Adrien’s expression suddenly tightened into a tense ball of confusion and suspicion. “Wait. Why in the world would you tell me that? Isn’t it against the bro code or something? Nino would never tell me about Marinette’s crush on me, and he didn’t say anything to his girlfriend about my feelings for Marinette. I don’t think you can just say stuff like that.”

Xavier-Yves looked utterly unimpressed. “Okay, look. If I don’t say anything, you and Luka are never gonna get together because you’re both dumb and like to make yourselves suffer. I don’t really have friends besides Luka, so I’m not so sure about this ‘bro code’ thing, but I think I’m doing you both a favor, telling you Luka’s in love with you.”

“You are,” Adrien agreed, still skeptical. “What I can’t figure out is why you’re doing this.”

With another sigh, XY rolled his eyes in an exaggerated fashion. “Duh. You’re my friends. I love Luka, and I want him to be happy, and you’re what will make him happy. Plus, the sooner you two start dating, the sooner you can screw everything up and get Luka to break up with you. Then, I can swoop in and sweep Luka off his feet. Super romantic.”

Adrien burst out laughing. “Xavier-Yves…you’re really something.”

XY gave a lopsided, pride-filled grin as he shot finger guns at Adrien. “You bet I am.”

Adrien slowly shook his head from one side to the other, a nascent smile taking form on his lips. “Thank you.”

XY made a shooing gesture. “Don’t thank me. Go ask Luka out or something already. My genius plan only works once you either make Luka happy or screw up and get dumped so I can make Luka happy.”

A grateful grin settled on Adrien’s lips as he stood. “Thank you, Xavier-Yves. Seriously.”

“Yeah, yeah.” XY took another swig of his orange soda. “Maybe we can have a threesome sometime or something. You two still have to hang out with me once you’re a couple, you know.”

“We will,” Adrien promised, a spring in his step as he rushed back to Luka.

Luka looked up from where he was preparing chestnut paste crêpes for brunch as Adrien came around the corner into the main cabin.

The nerves didn’t hit Adrien in full force until he saw Luka; then, it was all fluttery sensations in his chest and butterflies in his stomach.

Their eyes met, and Adrien nearly swooned.

“Hey. Everything okay?” Luka tentatively inquired. “You were gone when I woke up.”

Adrien ran a hand through his hair and swallowed before he managed to compose himself enough to answer. “Yeah, no. It’s fine. I’m fine. I just…I needed to get some fresh air?”

Luka nodded, making a neutral sound of acknowledgement. “Did you eat already?”

Sheepishly, Adrien shook his head. “Food was kind of the last thing on my mind this morning.”

Luka beckoned Adrien over with a tip of his head, indicating the crêpe he had just made. “Go ahead and take this one. It’s still hot.”

“I’m not going to take your food, Orpheus,” Adrien scoffed, coming around into the kitchen.

“I have enough batter to make another one. It’ll only take a minute, but you might as well eat this one because it’s going to be cold by the time I finish this second one,” Luka reasoned.

“Or you could eat that one, and I can make one for myself,” Adrien countered, giving Luka’s hip a little bump with his own, encouraging Luka out of the way of the stovetop.

With a chuckle of amusement, Luka stood down, leaning back against the counter as he ate his crêpe and longingly watched Adrien work.

“I’m really good at making crêpes,” Adrien bragged. “It’s one of the first things Tom showed me.”

“I have no doubt about your abilities,” Luka assured, eyes tracking Adrien’s graceful movements.

Before long, a nearly perfect crêpe took form, and Luka had to applaud his crush. “That looks even better than mine. I should have you make me breakfast next time.”

“I’d be happy to cook for you,” Adrien easily agreed, eager to please. “I like it a lot. Mostly, Tom’s been teaching me down in the bakery, but Sabine’s showed me recipes from time to time too, and I’m finding that I like cooking about as well as baking.”

“Well, if you want to take some of my family meal cooking shifts, I’m not going to stop you,” Luka half-joked.

“Maybe I could join you for some of your shifts and we could cook together,” Adrien suggested. He always had a good time in the kitchen with Luka.

“I mean…if you really don’t mind. I don’t want to put extra work on your plate,” Luka responded tentatively.

“I don’t mind,” Adrien stressed. “I like cooking, and I like spending time with you, so…win-win, you know?”

“So long as you think so,” Luka chuckled, a slight blush building on his cheeks.

“I do,” Adrien replied decidedly.

He then bit his lip, his confidence abandoning him. “…Hey. So…would you want to go on a walk with me after we clean up here? Are you busy?”

Luka shook his head. “I didn’t have anything planned for today. Where did you want to go? Anywhere in particular?”

“The Parc Monceau?” Adrien asked uncertainly. “Sorry. I know it’s kind of out of the way.”

“It’s fine,” Luka assured with a calming smile. “The Parc Monceau sounds nice.”

While not completely free from tourists, the Parc Monceau was definitely more of a spot for locals than some of the better-known parks of Paris.

Luka and Adrien took the motorcycle up to the eighth arrondissement, parking outside of the gates and beginning their stroll around the grounds.

The scent of damp earth from the previous day’s storm still lingered in the air.

“I’ve always wanted to come here on a date,” Adrien remarked as they walked past the semicircular, eighteenth-century colonnade at the northeast end of the pond that had been made to look like Roman ruins.

“Oh, yeah?” Luka hummed, trying to keep his expression and voice neutral.

Adrien nodded as they made their way onto one of the main avenues that ran through the park where many a Parisian was walking their apartment-sized dog.

“I’ve done a couple photoshoots here, and I always thought the atmosphere was romantic,” Adrien explained. “It’s kind of whimsical with all of the miniatures of exotic architecture and the pond and the trees and flowers and everything…don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Luka agreed. “It’s—”

He abruptly lost his train of thought as Adrien slipped his hand into Luka’s.

Luka stared in bewilderment at Adrien, and Adrien responded with a shy smile.

Still wondering what the hell was going on but not wanting to jinx it, Luka returned the smile and laced his fingers through Adrien’s.

Adrien’s smile grew, gaining confidence as it morphed into an effulgent grin reminiscent of that day in the Jardin du Palais Royal.

It was so good to see Adrien smile like that after two weeks of feigned cheerfulness and cloudy, distant eyes.

“Come on.” Adrien gently tugged Luka over to the footbridge. “I want to show you my favourite spot.”

They ascended the steps and moved over to one side so that others could pass behind them as they gazed out at the man-made pond and the classical columns through the foliage.

“Sorry,” Adrien chuckled, releasing Luka’s hand and placing his own on top of the bridge railing.

“Why ‘sorry’?” Luka wondered, suddenly uneasy.

Adrien turned his head to give an impish grin. “I feel like I tricked you into coming here.”

A small frown creased Luka’s brow. “I seem to remember agreeing to come of my own free will.”

Adrien shook his head. “Under false pretenses. I brought you here because I wanted to talk to you.”

Luka gave a snort. “Because it’s not like I would ever consent to that knowingly.”

Adrien pursed his lips.

Luka’s levity instantly faded. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

Adrien shook his head, training his gaze down into the murky water.

“…Is this about what happened yesterday?” Luka hazarded a guess.

“Kind of.”

Luka winced. “Adrien, I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

“—May I tell you something?” Adrien cut in, needing to get it over with.

“Uh…sure.” Luka couldn’t help but feel off-kilter as he struggled to follow what was happening.

“And could you maybe let me talk without responding until I’m done, please?” Adrien requested through a grimace. “I’m sorry. I just…I need to get this out, and I’m not sure I can do it if you interrupt me, so… Sorry.”

Luka gently rested his hand on Adrien’s shoulder, giving it an encouraging squeeze. “Hey. You can tell me anything, okay? I promise I’ll let you finish.”

Adrien shot Luka a grateful smile before taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. He tightened and loosened his grip on the bridge railing, swallowed, and then began.

“You know how I’ve been acting even crazier than usually these past two weeks?”

Luka frowned reprovingly. “Okay, I’m not going to stand here silently and listen to you talk down about yourself, so—”

“—I saw you kissing Xavier-Yves,” Adrien blurted out, needing to continue before he lost the courage to do so. “and it completely crushed me because I’m in love with you.”

Luka stared, blinked, and finally found his tongue. “You…what?”

“I’m in love with you,” Adrien repeated more slowly as the most vulnerable smile spread over his lips in complete surrender. “I’ve had a crush on you pretty much as long as we’ve known one another, but, recently, I’ve realized that, somewhere along the way, I really, truly fell in love with you. I’m not sure when exactly…but…here we are.”

Adrien shrugged and then awaited Luka’s response.

It took a minute, but Luka finally pieced together the words. “You’re sure?”

Adrien’s head cocked slightly to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Sorry.” Luka shook his head, mentally kicking himself. “I just mean… Not that I don’t believe you, but…”

He took a slow inhale and tried again. “Adrien, I don’t need to tell you that you’ve been through a lot this past month, and I know I’ve kind of been there supporting you through this. A lot of times, in that kind of situation, people can start thinking they have feelings for the person taking care of them, and I don’t—”

“—Luka.” Adrien reached out to cup Luka’s cheek. “My feelings for you aren’t new. You triggered my sexuality crisis, after all.”

Heat burned in Luka’s cheeks, and he gulped. “O-Oh?”

Adrien nodded, his smile returning. “Yeah. I’ve always known I had a crush on you. It’s just that I recently realized that my feelings weren’t just a crush. I don’t think they have been for a while, so you don’t have anything to worry about. I’m not going to improve mentally or emotionally and suddenly realize my feelings for you were fake or anything like that.”

“Oh,” Luka repeated quietly, gaze getting caught on Adrien’s eyes and the way their glittering green was perfectly set off by the trees and the water and the sky.

“So…I love you…Middle C,” Adrien whispered, angling his body to face Luka.

Instinctively, Luka stepped in, his hands going to Adrien’s hips. “I love you too, Perfect Fifth. From the moment I saw your eyes light up when you spotted that keyboard the day we first met.”

“Luka,” Adrien breathed as their eyes slipped closed and their noses gently bumped.

A shred of his higher brain function remained as he cautioned, “I don’t know if I should be doing this. I still need to talk to you about—”

“—Please,” Luka pleaded. “Adrien, please kiss me.”

He did, and it was sweet and slow and perfect, a gentle nibbling of Adrien’s lips against Luka’s.

Luka kept his eyes closed for a moment after Adrien pulled away, and when he opened them, he found Adrien searching his face apprehensively.

Luka blinked. “Everything okay?”

“Perfect,” Adrien sighed. “Only, now, I’m going to ruin everything.”

“I promise you that there’s nothing you could do to ruin that kiss,” Luka scoffed lightly.

Adrien winced. “What if I tell you we can’t kiss again for a long time?”

“Well, that wouldn’t ruin everything,” Luka assured. “But can I ask why?”

Adrien pulled back, looking out at the pond and the columns again as he explained, “I don’t want to keep you in limbo. I need to be completely honest with you: I can’t date right now.”

Luka stepped in closer so that his shoulder brushed Adrien’s.

Adrien tentatively peeked up at Luka. “I’m sorry. You know about as well as I do that I’m not in good shape at the moment with everything going on. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us to try to start anything right now.”

Luka gradually began to nod. “I think that’s a really mature decision. I don’t necessarily like it, but I’m really proud of you for being able to come to that kind of conclusion.”

Adrien sighed, a melancholy smile hovering on his lips. “I’m serious about you, you know. I don’t want to mess this up, so…I think I need to wait until I’m healthier. I don’t want things to always be the way they’ve been the past month.”

He met Luka’s eyes as he elaborated, “I can’t express how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but healthy relationships are partnerships. I need to be able to pull my own weight.”

Luka opened his mouth to respond, but Adrien shook his head, insisting, “I can’t always be needing you to help and comfort me. That’s not right, and it’s not fair to you.”

Luka’s eyes widened.

“You deserve a partner who can be there to support you too,” Adrien stressed. “I think I could be that person someday, but right now…”

He shook his head sadly.

“I can wait however long you think is necessary,” Luka assured.

Adrien shook his head again. “I’m not asking you to. If you want…I mean…Xavier-Yves is actually a great guy, and you like him, Luka. You shouldn’t have to wait around while I get my stuff together.”

Luka rolled his eyes. “Okay, yes. I will admit that Xavier-Yves is an attractive prospect, but…Adrien…my heart chose you.”

Adrien’s mouth fell open in surprise.

Luka leaned in and pressed a kiss to Adrien’s temple. “I’ll wait for you.”

Still taken aback, Adrien stammered, “I’ll do my best to be worthy of you.”

Luka pulled Adrien into a side hug. “You already are, P5.”

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grelleswife · 4 years ago

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maybe slice of life headcannons with grellrin?? 💕

I'd be happy to! These ladies own my heart. >w< Doing these for a modern human AU!

Although Mey Rin never received formal musical training, she has a sweet, pretty voice, and often sings to herself when she's puttering around the house or in the shower. Grelle will listen to her sing with a hopelessly smitten grin on her face. Although Mey Rin gets flustered when she realizes Grelle overheard her, Grelle just gushes about how amazing she is ("You far outclass those silly little pop stars, darling!") til Mey is a blushy mess and hides her head in her hands.

One of Mey Rin's hobbies is making craft jewelry, and she'll often give Grelle a pretty new necklace, set of earrings, etc. on important anniversaries. She also likes taking Grelle to quirky antiques stores, vintage clothing shops, and indie book stores, and the ladies rarely leave empty-handed.

When the weather's nice, they ride their bikes together through their neighborhood. Grelle's is a flashy red one, while Mey Rin's bike is a sparkly pink with a wicker basket and rainbow streamers.

Although it took a few years to really get it growing, they have a little vegetable garden out back behind their house. Mey Rin does most of the weeding (Grelle is horrified at the thought of ruining her nails), but Miss Sutcliff helps out, too. She also made a few pairs of gardening overalls for Mey, with cheerful flowers and hearts sewn on to add a little something extra. If Grelle does say so herself, the wife looks very cute in them! >w<

Grelle is an accomplished pianist and plays regularly; not only is music a great emotional outlet for her, it's also an excellent way to flirt with Mey Rin. ;) If Mey's around, she'll come over, sit down, and shyly lay her head on Grelle's shoulder. Miss Sutcliff melts every time.

I headcanon that Mey Rin has anxiety, which can make grocery store runs, socializing, or unanticipated life stressors quite harrowing for her. If Grelle is with her, she tries to serve as a buffer, holding Mey's hand, putting her arms around her, talking her down, escorting her away from the situation, or whatever else the other woman needs. And if Mey is on her own when she feels herself becoming overwhelmed, all it takes is a text or phone call for Grelle to come to the rescue.

Shortly after they started dating, Mey made matching charm bracelets for herself and Grelle, and they've worn them ever since. Mey Rin will add a new charm every time they reach a milestone in their relationship (going on their first roadtrip together, getting married, etc.).

On weekends, they'll go to the local park to have picnics next to a charming little pond with ducks (this was also the spot where they had their first kiss). Mey always brings some birdseed so that she and Grelle can feed the ducks together once they've had their own lunch.

Although Mey Rin isn't an assassin in this AU, she excels at competitive archery, and Grelle attends every match she's in, usually with a large, hand-painted sign in tow that she holds aloft while cheering Mey on. Mey Rin is equally supportive of Grelle's involvement in the local theatre scene, and attends every production her wife is in.

The two ladies enjoy playing paintball, whether on the same or opposing teams--and Mey is a crack shot! She loves Grelle, but that won’t stop her from getting her wife good if they’re on rival sides. >:3

One of my oldest Grelle headcanons is that the red lady loves breakfast for dinner. Keeping that in mind, Mey Rin and Grelle will occasionally stay up late making waffles or pancakes while playing some upbeat music in the background, or drive out to Grelle's favorite crêpe place when they don't feel like doing any cooking themselves.

Mey Rin learned to prepare various Chinese dishes from her mom, and often makes traditional treats for Grelle, including ones like the moon cakes and egg tarts shown in this artwork here by @champagnecake

They share a love for anime and video games, though Mey sometimes needs to bury her face in Grelle's chest/pass the controller to her wife during the extremely gory bits (since Grelle has a higher tolerance for that sort of thing).

Because owls are one of Mey Rin's favorite animals, Grelle likes to get her little owl-themed gifts (T-shirts, figurines, rugs), and Mey's collected quite a few over the years!

Between the two of them, these bi queens have a ton of pride merch--from cute buttons for Mey Rin's purse to a massive flag that Grelle placed on their lawn (along with a trans pride flag, of course). Unfortunately, since Mey Rin was raised in a very strict, conservative home, she wasn't really able to come to terms with her bisexuality until college...and even then, she struggled with those lingering feelings of guilt instilled by her upbringing. But watching Grelle unapologetically own her identity as a bi trans woman was incredibly inspiring for Mey Rin, and gave her the courage to embrace her queerness. And needless to say, Mey Rin is always on the lookout for trans pride items that she thinks Grelle would like!

#kuroshitsuji #grellrin #grellerin #grelle sutcliff #grell sutcliff #mey rin #femslash february

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neerasrealm · 4 years ago

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Jason doesn’t like children

A story in which Jason has to deal with some children in his workshop. Word Count: 1810

Jason did not like children. He swore up and down that he despised them. Babies were disgusting and irritating, small children were annoying, and teenagers? Teenagers were the most terrifying creatures to walk the earth.

It was ironic, being a toymaker. And especially ironic considering he was fixing up a stuffed toy tarantula for a fourteen year old boy. The toy was well made, as it should have been. Jason made it for the boy when he was only about eight years old. He finished sewing up the small hole and pushed his chair back, turning to the young boy sitting against one of his other worktables. He had golden hair cut in a short bob and wore baggy yoga pants and an oversized sweater. He stood up excitedly and reached out. Jason handed him the stuffed toy.

"There you are," he said softly. "All fixed up." He sat back in his chair, watching the boy hug the plush tight.

"Thank you Jason." He murmured. "I'm sorry again for letting him get hurt…"

Jason smiled, just a tad. "it's alright, you're a responsible boy. It was an accident." He turned back around to the table he was working at. He put away his sewing supplies and glanced over his shoulder at Charlie, who stared back at him with big blue eyes. ‘’Mr Glutton is in his bed, if you’d like to go play with him.’’ he said, turning back to his desk. Charlie nodded and smiled wide. He quickly wandered away from the toymaker’s workstation and over to the large pillow fort. Jason sighed gently and grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. Just as he had begun to sketch he heard a knock on the door. Two knocks, then three more in quick succession. He knew immediately who it was.

‘’Come in, girls.’’ he called. The door opened behind him, then he heard it close. He hummed quietly in greeting. ‘’Couldn’t sleep again, Zari?’’

The smaller of the two girls standing by his door nodded. Lazari had long red hair, curved red horns that stuck up from her head and red eyes. Despite her demonic appearance, she wore cherry pink pyjamas, patterned with white stars. Her older sister Eloise stood beside her, wearing her own striped pyjamas. Eloise was a good deal taller than her, and chubby. Her brown hair was cut in a short bob, and like her sister she had red eyes and curved black horns. However, Eloise was paler and had seven mouths on her face alone. One large, regular one, and three smaller ones on either side of her cheeks. Lazari hugged her older sister’s arm and nodded.

‘’Yeah…��’ she murmured. ‘’Is Mr G here?’’

‘’Charlie is playing with him.’’ Jason nodded over at the boy, who waved at the two girls in greeting. Lazari smiled wide and let go of her sister and ran across the room to go bother Jason’s pet snake. Eloise smiled softly and wandered over to where Jason sat.

‘’Sorry for bothering you, Jason.’’ she murmured. Jason waved her off.

‘’It’s fine, girls.’’ he murmured. ‘’I know Zari has trouble sleeping. If being in here helps her relax then that’s fine by me.’’ Eloise nodded beside him and folded her hands in front of her. She was a prim and proper kind of girl. She was raised with good manners, and Jason appreciated that. ‘’How is your embroidery going, Eloise?’’

‘’Oh! It’s good.’’ she smiled a bit. ‘’I’m getting really good at it I think. I kinda wanna try making a quilt but I’m not sure how I’d do it…’’

‘’Quilts are hard work. You’d need to buy a lot of fabric, not to mention all the sewing…’’ Jason murmured. ‘’You could borrow my sewing machine for it though. It’d speed things up a bit.’’

‘’Heh...maybe I’ll just stick with making the hoops…’’ Eloise laughed sheepishly and shifted on her feet. Jason smiled a bit in amusement.

‘’I’ll help you make it. It can be a project for the two of us,’’ Jason said. ‘’It could be a christmas gift for your father. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?’’

Eloise broke out into a smile. ‘’Oh! I didn’t even think of that!’’ she held her hands up excitedly. ‘’Papa loves comfy things, right? It’d fit perfect in his lounge!’’

Jason laughed gently and nodded. ‘’Yes, he would.’’ he looked up from his sketch and over at Lazari and Charlie. Mr Glutton had curled himself entirely around Lazari, and seemed to be set on constricting Charlie too. Jason smiled a bit as he watched the two children giggle and fall under the stuffed snake’s weight. He glanced over at Eloise. ‘’Are you hungry?’’ he asked. ‘’I can make you some crumpets with jam if you’d like.’’

Eloise smiled. ‘’That’d be lovely.’’ she nodded politely as she spoke. Jason stood up and rubbed at his neck, rolling his shoulders with a groan. ‘’Are you alright?’’ the girl asked. Jason nodded.

‘’Just tired,’’ he murmured. He pat her head as he strode past her. ‘’I’ll be fine.’’

‘’You should get papa to give you a massage.’’ Eloise said. ‘’I’m sure he’ll have the time for it.’’

Jason nodded half-heartedly. He didn’t exactly like to bother Zalgo. He was a busy man. So busy sometimes he didn’t even have time for his two daughters…

‘’Zari! Stop sticking your hands in his mouth!’’ Eloise bolted across the room to stop her sister from getting her hand bitten off by Jason’s stuffed snake. Jason listened to the two girls yelling combined with distressed wails from Charlie. Eloise would keep them out of trouble, he was sure. She was a responsible and polite girl, and she made her father proud. Very proud. Jason felt proud of her too in some...odd way. She was strong, independent and looked after her sister well.

‘’Lazari, Charlie,’’ he called as he opened the fridge and grabbed the package of microwaveable crumpets. ‘’Are you two hungry?’’

‘’Starving!’’ Lazari called back excitedly as Eloise pulled Mr Glutton off of her. She calmly pet the snake, cooing at it lovingly.

‘’What’re you making?’’ Charlie asked.

‘’Crumpets. I have biscuits too, and teacakes.’’

‘’Can I have a teacake?! And some cookies?!’’ Lazari asked excitedly. Jason sighed gently.

‘’One teacake, Lazari. Your father will kill me if I give you sweets at this time of night.’’ he replied sternly. Lazari whined in disappointment but a stern look from Jason made her go quiet. He sighed tiredly and put the crumpets in his toaster. "Anybody want tea while I'm at it?" He called.

"Yes please." The three of them chorused. Jason nodded, pulling out mugs and examining the large selection of flavored teas he kept. He decided he'd make Lazari some golden milk tea, to make her sleep, ginger and lemon for Charlie, and mixed berries for himself and Eloise. He flipped the kettle on and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching the children again. Eloise sat herself down calmly and Lazari leaned against her. Mr Glutton wrapped himself around the girls, letting out a happy hiss as he did so. He could hear Charlie quietly mumbling to them about something or other. Probably insects.

The toaster popped and he grabbed the crumpets, putting two each on a plate and putting two more in for Charlie. While they cooked he poured boiling water into each mug and grabbed a teacake for Lazari, and then one for himself because he deserved it. Once the last two crumpets were done he spread jam on Eloise's, butter on Charlie's and both on Lazari's. With a tired, but satisfied sigh, Jason took up his tea and walked off towards the small couch he had by his kitchen area.

"Your tea is ready." He called as he walked off. He sat himself down on the couch and took a long sip of his tea. The flavor was tangy and sweet, but the scent and warmth was calming. He heard the children grabbing their plates and, to his surprise, footsteps coming closer to him.

Lazari flopped herself down on the seat next to him and Eloise curled herself up on the arm of the couch. Charlie shyly climbed onto the seat on Jason's other side, curling up in the corner to put distance between himself and the tired toymaker. Jason looked at the three of them for a long moment, then just calmly went back to sipping his tea. The children were quiet, and ate calmly. Save for Lazari. Jason had given up on trying to teach the redheaded girl manners.

Once Lazari had finished scarfing down her crumpets and teacake she scooted closer to the toymaker, laying against him. Jason looked down, watching her get comfy next to him. He sighed gently and draped an arm over her. She yawned and rested her head against his chest. Her yawning made Jason yawn back. She looked up at him and giggled. Jason smiled, just a tad.

‘’Did you have a long day, girls?’’ he asked quietly as the four of them sat there, just together, enjoying the quietness of each other’s company. Eloise nodded.

‘’We spent the day with Nat and Jane.’’

‘’Oh you poor things.’’ Jason murmured. The two girls laughed loudly. He smiled a bit to himself. Charlie giggled. "What were you doing together?"

"Sparring." Lazari replied below him. "Then we went out for ice cream and crepes. It was fun."

"You mean crêpes."

"Yeah, that's what I said." She looked up at the toymaker innocently. He smiled a bit in amusement. She'd pronounce it right- one day. For now though, her focus was on sleeping. She finished the last of her tea and set her mug on the coffee table, then rolled over and draped an arm over Jason, nuzzling her face up against him. He tensed up for a few moments and relaxed when she went still. He looked down at her and sighed quietly.

"You tired, Zari?"

"Mhm…"

"Yeah...me too." he set his own mug down carefully, being wary of shifting Lazari too much, then leaned back and looked at Eloise. He nodded for her to come closer and she did so, hugging her sister and Jason gently. He glanced over at Charlie. "Come on, you might as well get comfy too." He murmured. The boy broke into a smile and crawled over, resting against Jason's side and hugging him just like Lazari was. Jason wrapped his arms around the three children and sighed tiredly.

"Sleep well, JJ…" Lazari murmured below him. He looked at her for a long moment, then smiled. Just a tad.

"You too, Zari." He murmured as he settled down and closed his eyes. Jason did not like children, not a bit, but the three children curled up against him? ...They weren't so bad. He could stand them. Just about.

#creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fanfiction #creepypasta #jason the toymaker #lazari swann #eloise ballrose #stripes creepypasta #writing

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lu-undy · 4 years ago

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Chapter 89 - SBT

Here it is!

"Here, Micky, a bigger bowl."

"Oh, thanks, Mum! Come along, babies, Dad is gonna show you stuff."

Caroline opened the French window for Mundy and the cats to step in the garden.

"Careful with the chickens, they aren't toys or food, eh?" Mundy told the cats who froze when they saw the few ginger hens. "Eggs first?" He asked his mother who nodded.

"Yes, please, you'll find them on your left, you'll see your father built them a little coop."

"Oh, alright." Mundy cast a glance over the cats. Soot had stepped between Perle and the curious hen pecking at the grass.

"Meow…" He slowly lowered his body closer to the ground and his pupils went wide.

"No, no huntin' of the hens, Sooty boy…"

Soot looked up at Mundy.

"Meow!"

"No, they're nice, look." Mundy put the bowl down and crouched to take a hen and sit on the ground. He petted her gently while Caroline watched the whole scene unravel before her eyes. "C'mere and touch, she's soft."

Soot hesitated but Perle trusted Mundy and came closer, albeit prudently. She raised a paw and Mundy held it between his fingers.

"Good girl, don't be scared… Here, see? The hen is a friend."

"Meow?"

"Yeah, a friend. She's not scared of ya, see? She's just curious. C'mon, Sooty boy, man up and c'mere."

Soot approached but positioned himself such that Perle was always between him and the chicken.

"Don't be shy… Gimme yer paw."

Soot averted his green eyes and looked down.

"C'mon…"

Perle turned to him and after a few affectionate licks and some purrs, her charms worked and Soot raised his paw.

"Good boy… Here…"

"Meow?" He raised apprehensive eyes to Mundy.

"It's safe, don't worry. You trust your Dad, right?"

There was a second of hesitation and Soot meowed again. Mundy gently pulled his paw and his black pads came into contact with the hen's feathers.

"Here we go… Gently… No, we don't slap her… Pearl, show him, baby… See? The wifey's not scared, eh?"

"You still are as good with animals as you've always been." Caroline said with a sweet grin. Mundy smiled back at her as she came to ruffle his hair. He was sitting on the grass, his legs open, with the hen in his hands and Perle and Soot between his long legs.

"Especially these two, they're adorable."

"Aw… And you really behave like their Dad, eh?"

Mundy blushed.

"Y-yeah, well, I raised them… L-let's get the eggs eh?" He stood up and released the hen. "Oh that's a gorgeous little house they have..." He discovered a quite large wooden coop. "How many chickens d'you have?"

"A dozen maybe? And a couple of roosters, too."

Both approached the coop and the chickens cackled happily.

"Ladies and gents, hey there…" Mundy ran his hands on their feathers. "I'm surprised they're not scared."

"I hold them in my arms all the time."

"Why not get a cat or a dog? Better pet than chickens, eh?"

"Yeah but after what happened in the farm, it's hard to even just have those few hens." Caroline sighed.

"Hey…" Mundy went closer to her and, bending down, he hugged her. "What happened at the farm won't happen again, Mum."

"I know but… I'm always scared… Who knows what could happen here?"

"There's no oil or anythin' here, and even if there was, Duchemin's dead."

"Yeah…" Caroline hugged her son back. "Micky?"

"Yeah?"

"I missed you so much."

"So did I, Mum. Went mad without you. I even missed my fights with Dad."

She tapped him on the back.

"Such a good boy you are… C'mon, let's get the eggs."

"Sure."

They both helped each other and collected all the eggs in the coop.

"Leave just one or two, in case there's a chick inside."

"Okay. What next?"

"Next, you can fill the basket with whatever veggies you like, come follow me."

"Really? Mum, no, c'mon, you need the money…"

"Nonsense!" Caroline turned and walked away, heading for the little vegetable farm. "I'm gonna make sure you can eat before I can sell anything, you're my son and baby, no way I'm feedin' people before I feed you."

Mundy smiled.

"But Mum, you need to keep stuff to sell it - oh, my God! That's amazing!"

Mundy's sentence and his breath altogether cut short when his eyes fell on his parent's garden.

"You have such a big garden, Mum, it's great!" Mundy's eyes eagerly scanned every plant, every stem and every leaf of the green lines of fresh vegetables that all beckoned his eyes.

"Aw, it's smaller than what we had back in the days but it gets us enough money."

"Mum, this is great…!" He crouched next to the melons. "Babies? C'mere, let me explain, now, no, no claws, only touch with your little paws… There, good babies… Look at these flowers, see them?"

"Meow…!"

"Soot, don't put your face in the flower… Scared but curious you are, eh? Yeah, it's a melon flower, you can't see it, but it's orange. And you know what? They open when the sun rises and then close for the night."

Perle came closer and sniffed the flower.

"Meow."

"You like it?"

"Meow…." She purred and Mundy scratched her head.

"And look here. What are these, d'you remember them? Papa loves them." Mundy pointed at some vegetables.

"Meow!"

"Yeah, it's peppers! Good girl…!" Mundy kissed Perle's head.

"Papa?" Caroline repeated as she picked a melon and put it in the basket.

"Yeah, that's Lu's name for Pearl."

"He's Papa and you're Dad?" Caroline picked a few bell peppers.

"Y-yeah…" Mundy blushed. "B-but yeah, uh, Lu', he likes those bell peppers. Makes ratatouilles with them." He tried to justify himself and lead the conversation away.

"You like it?"

"What?"

"His ratatouille?" She asked.

"Yeah…? It's… It's nice. It's a French thing. Smells really good too when he cooks it. The entire house smells of it."

Caroline smiled and Mundy's eyes went back to the vegetables. He walked through among the rows, stopping at each new kind of plant and had the cats touch it, sometimes even let them have a taste.

"Sooty boy, cherry tomatoes aren't toys, stop slappin' them, there, good boy. Wanna taste one? C'mere. Baby Pearl, c'mere too. Here… Y'like it? Yeah, you do! It's nice, isn't it?"

Caroline followed her son and filled his basket with whatever was ripe.

"Oh by the way, Micky, I have a few other things I want to give you."

"Mum, you've already filled this big basket with stuff, you shouldn't have…!"

"Yeah, I should have! Now, be a dear and carry it back home and follow me."

"Right. Babies, wanna follow? Oh, yeah, they do. Alright, c'mon, chop, chop!"

They made it back inside of the house and Mundy put the basket on the kitchen table.

"I made these things a few weeks ago now," Caroline started as she went to the tip of her toes and opened some cupboards. She took some glass jars out and adjusted her glasses to read the stickers on them more easily. "Ah, that's the one." She took one of the jars and added it to the basket.

"What's that?" Mundy took a look. "Oh! Apricot jam? Really?" His face brightened with a smile.

"Still your favorite, yeah?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, still my favourite, always! Thank you so much, Mum…!" He hugged her dearly.

"Aw, sweetie, it's nothing…"

"Nah, don't say that, it's the best jam ever." He closed his eyes and tried to remember the last time apricot jam had a strong effect on him. His eyes snapped open when he realised that it was at Victoria's diner, when he was sharing the crêpes with Lucien…

"I'll wash a couple of apples and we can sit and have them, yeah?" She suggested.

"Sure." They broke the embrace.

"Wanna have it inside or out under the sun?" She asked as she rinsed two red apples.

"Outside?"

"Alright, here, let's go." She gave him one and he opened the French window for her. They both stepped outside again, followed by the cats. Caroline took a seat on a chair while Mundy preferred to sit cross-legged on the grass in front of her. Perle and Soot jumped between his thighs and laid there, in a pile of fluff. The sun and Mundy's scratches gently soothed them to sleep.

"Aw, look at your cats, they're sleepin' together…" Caroline tilted her head on the side and smiled.

"Yeah, they're adorable. I love them."

"They love you too, listen to them purr…"

Mundy grinned. He looked around him and took a deep breath. The Aussie loved being in a grassy lawn with his mother. They both took a crunchy bite of their apples.

"Mh…! Super juicy. Is this from the garden too?"

"Yeah, we got a few trees, apples, pears, apricots… The basics."

"Meow." Perle opened her eyes and yawned. Mundy scratched her head and she blinked slowly.

"Hey, baby, short nappy, eh?"

"Meow…" She hopped off of Mundy's lap and stretched in the grass while Soot was still sleeping. She played with the straws of green and fresh grass before going to Caroline's legs and brushing herself on her.

"Aw, Pearl, y'like me?" Caroline asked.

"Meow." She answered.

"That's your Grandma right there, baby." Mundy answered.

"Grandma?" Caroline repeated. "I thought only Soot was yours and Pearl was Lucien's?"

"Y-well…" Mundy blushed again. "I-It's a shared custody… I mean she obeys me as much as him, eh."

Perle sniffed Caroline's trousers on her legs before looking up and jumping on her lap.

"Aw, hello, Pearl… Can I pet you?"

"Yeah, she's very easy, go ahead."

"You're so soft…! Does she shed a lot of hair everywhere in the house?" Caroline asked.

"We're used to it now, we find long white hair everywhere. If it's medium length, it's her, if it's proper long, it's Lu's few white streaks."

Perle lay down and blinked slower and slower under Caroline's strokes.

"Look at her, she likes you, Mum."

"I guess she does. She's beautiful…!"

"Meow."

"You're welcome." Caroline answered with a chuckle. Both Mundy and her soon finished their apples. They were under the sun, for the cats' greatest delight, and were silently appreciating each other's company.

"Micky?"

"Yeah?"

"Your friend, Lucien, you trust him, right?"

"Yeah, I do, why?"

"Well, I don't know… I'd say be careful, eh? You never know."

Mundy frowned.

"What d'you mean? Why d'you say that?"

"Something's… off with him." She answered.

"What?"

"Don't you think it's a little bit odd?"

"Mum, you gotta be clearer."

"Right, right… His suit last time, remember it?"

"Yeah, the beige one? What about it?"

"It's a Lemercier, it's the most expensive tailor in town, and yet he said to be struggling with money…?"

Mundy's pupils retracted to a dot and his breath stopped. Bugger, his mother had to be that observant…

"And when you came before that, I saw him with another suit through the window. Looked as neat as a Lemercier."

Mundy bit his lip and lowered his head.

"All I'm saying is that he might be hiding things from you, and those things might be heaps of money he doesn't want anyone to know of… Look, Micky, were the circumstances different, I wouldn't care a bit. After all, this is none of my or your business."

"But…?" Mundy anticipated, raising his eyes to his mother.

"But you both… dealt with a guy. You're both supposed to… not be free." She looked right and left and whispered, just in case. "What do you know about that man? He could report you to the police, or even be the police for that matter!"

"Mum, I'm sure he won't, don't worry. He just likes to dress fancy."

"Alright, fair, but where does the money come from for him to pay custom-made suits where he is a teacher for poor kids? Surely that isn't his only source of money? And why pretend he can't afford to live alone if he clearly can?"

Mundy started sweating. Of all the lies and well constructed nonsense that he and Lucien had told his parents, it was the one thing they hadn't talked about that had planted the seed of doubt in Caroline, namely, Lucien's clothing style.

"Well the answer's clear, Micky!"

"What?"

"If he pretends to not be able to pay for the rent on his own but has to live with you, it's because he needs you close!"

Mundy blushed.

"W-what d'you mean, he needs me close?"

"He can't afford to have you walkin' around on your own far from him!"

"W-Why?" Mundy's heartbeat accelerated and Soot woke up.

"Because you both did what you did to that guy!"

Mundy sighed in relief. For a second, he thought his mother might have guessed that they were more than partners in crime.

"Yeah, well…?"

"Yeah! And he wants to make sure you won't turn him in! So he keeps you close!"

Mundy couldn't hold back a smile.

"Mum, no, don't worry…"

"How can you be so calm about it?! First, you live with… well… a criminal."

"I'm one too, eh. He didn't do it alone."

"Yeah, but contrary to you, he's a liar." She answered and it sawed Mundy's heart in half. He wanted to protest and defend Lucien, but he couldn't do much without telling Caroline the truth. "And if he's lying about one thing, God knows how many other things he lied about."

"Mum…"

"No, Micky, look at me… I'm worried for you, sweetie. You live with a dangerous man is all I want you to understand and…"

"Did you tell Dad about it?"

"No, I didn't. If I had, he'd have gone mad worrying. And we both know that your Dad isn't the best when it comes to reactin' to situations like that, eh?"

"Yeah, thanks for not tellin' him."

"I'm not telling him but…" Caroline raised an index finger and Mundy, a curious eyebrow. "I'll ask you to come here and live with us instead. We have a house, an extra room, you'll be back home and I won't worry so much about you."

"But Mum, I finally did it! I got a job and a place, you want me to break all that cause Lu' wears fancy suits?!"

"Micky, you know it's not about the suits. It's about you bein' safe. The man is elegant, has good manners, and everythin'. But he is hiding things from you, important things, stuff that could be scary to you and us, and maybe it's dangerous, who knows? I'd rather have you here with us than there with him."

Mundy sighed and covered his face with his hands.

"Micky… Look at it that way. If he's lyin' about one thing, he might be lying about a billion more, who knows? That story about his fiancée and son, maybe it's all made up? Maybe he wasn't in the army at all? Why did he then travel all the way to Australia and help you? Nothin' makes sense!"

"No." Mundy answered and removed his hands off his face. "It's… It's… I mean… It's all true, the fiancée and son, I saw pictures of them with him. And what he did to Duchemin… He…" Mundy looked left and right and whispered. "He carved their names with his knife on the bloke's chest, on top of the burns I made."

Caroline's eyes snapped wide and her eyebrows jumped.

"If none of that's true, surely he wouldn't have done that, would it? And he wouldn't have wanted to get that guy, right? Nothin' makes sense because you don't get it, Mum."

"What?" She asked.

"I… I appreciate… that you're worried for me. But I know what I'm doin', ok? I know Lu', I know him very well and he knows me very well too. Just… Just trust me."

Caroline took a deep breath.

"Micky… I'd love to trust you, but I can't. That man is hiding stuff from you and it could be dangerous." Caroline gently nudged Perle who jumped out of her lap and joined her son on the grass. She sat next to him and cupped his face. "I lost you once, Micky, I don't want to run that risk, or any risk, ever again." She added.

Mundy sighed.

"Mum… I can't do that." He said, lowering his head.

"Why? It's ok, I'll deal with your Dad, I'll tell him what I think and he won't think any less of you, don't worry."

"I'm not worryin' about that." Mundy admitted.

"What's the problem then? Tell me, sweetie."

Mundy raised distraught eyes to his mother.

"I can't tell you. But you have to trust me, please."

"Micky, you're startin' to worry me now, what is it?" Her hazel eyes darted left and right behind her glasses to Mundy's.

The Aussie lowered his head and laid it against his mother's chest. She hugged him dearly.

"What is it, Micky? Please, tell me, I promise I won't be mad and I won't tell your Dad."

"I can't…"

"Why? Is he forcin' you to keep your mouth shut?"

"No, not him."

"Who then? Who's preventing you from speaking?" She asked, determined to change that for her son.

"You." He answered.

"What?!" Her eyebrows jumped behind her glasses.

"You and Dad."

"What?!" She repeated. "Micky, we never want you to keep important stuff away from us."

Mundy nodded his head against his mother's chest.

"No!" She answered. "Never, ever, did we ever ask you such a thing! What are you talking about?!" She hugged him tighter.

"I can't tell you, because you don't want to hear it." He said and his breath hitched.

"Micky…? What is it? Bloody hell, if you're crying, it's really scary then…!"

Mundy raised his head off of his mother's chest and wiped his face with his sleeve.

"I can't tell you here." He sniffled. "We have to go out."

"We're already out in the garden!"

"No, out of here, far from Dad. He's in the house."

"Where d'you want us to go?"

"I'll take you home and show you. But Mum, you gotta promise to never ever tell Dad about it, ok?"

"Well, depends what it is!" She almost exclaimed. "If it's dangerous, I have to tell him."

"Mum, it's really not dangerous, but you gotta promise. If you think you might tell Dad, then I'm not showing you."

"Micky…"

"No, no, you gotta swear."

She sighed.

"That's blackmail, Micky."

"It was blackmail too when you asked me to come live here otherwise you'd tell Dad that I'm in danger." He answered and her eyebrows jumped up. "But I don't mean to blackmail you, like you didn't mean to do to me, I just want to tell you." He was begging with his eyes. "Please, Mum, please, let me tell you… Swear you won't tell him and I'll tell you the truth."

Caroline looked at her son's distraught and pleading eyes. She took a deep breath and didn't hesitate long.

"Alright, I swear I won't tell him."

"Swear on somethin' that matters."

"Micky…!"

"Mum-!" Mundy stopped himself and lowered his voice. "Mum, please… I want to tell you, I want to tell you so, so, much, but I'm scared… I'm so bloody scared I feel like I can't do anythin' and I'm just in a prison of lies." He sniffled and his breath went hitched again.

"Ssh… Wipe your tears, baby." She hugged him dearly. "Sweetie, I swear on your father's head that I won't tell him a thing. I love you, Micky, you're my only baby and I don't want you to be so scared of your Dad that you keep things away from me too. Oh, Gosh… Alright, let it go, sweetie, it's ok, it's ok…"

Mundy cried against his mother's chest. He was about to hit a point of no return. Telling her the truth about his relationship with Lucien might liberate him, or it might lock him up in his closet forever.

#tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #sniperspy #SBT

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thominho-incorrectquotes · 4 years ago

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Burned Pancakes

Characters: Thomas x Minho

1291 words

Tags: Modern AU, fluff, mention of sexual activities

Summary: The first thing he noticed was the emptiness in his arms. Usually, every morning Minho woke up with his lover snuggled against him. But right now, he only felt the bed sheets on his naked body. And the young man didn’t like it. He needed cuddles when he woke up and now, he was carving it!

You can also read it on AO3 and ff.net

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The first thing he noticed was the emptiness in his arms. Usually, every morning Minho woke up with his lover snuggled against him. But right now, he only felt the bed sheets on his naked body.

And the young man didn’t like it. He needed cuddles when he woke up and now, he was carving it!

He got off the bed quickly before putting on underwear and go see where the love of his life was.

The search wasn’t long. As soon as he was out the bedroom, a sweet smell came to his nose, indicating a human presence in the kitchen. Chasing away the last bit of sleepiness, Minho headed towards the room where he was sure to find Thomas.

He was indeed there, wearing only an old t-shirt that belonged to the Asian and some boxers. The shirt was a bit big on him, his built being smaller, and went down to the middle of his butt cheeks.

Those beautiful round butt cheeks Minho loved so much. He stay there for a while, enjoying the show.

Thomas had yet to notice the arrival of his boyfriend, too busy trying not to burn the pancake he was cooking. He woke up earlier today and despite not wanting to escape the warmth of Minho’s embrace, he had wanted to take the opportunity to make a surprise for his lover.

As he was about to flip the pancake in the pan, the brunet felt a body snuggle up against him and arms wrapping themselves around his waist. Warm lips went to his neck and sensations from last night came back full force, making him forget what he was doing momentarily.

“Minho… I’m busy.” The younger one felt the other man grinning against his skin.

“I need my morning hugs.”

“And you can’t wait five minutes while I finish the pancakes?” Thomas laughed.

“Wait, you really think I can resist seeing you in boxers, wearing one of my shirts while cooking? I just want to take you back to the bedroom and continue what we were doing last night.” He whispered those last words in Thomas’s ear and despite the moan that was threatening to come out, the young man acted as if it didn’t affect him.

“And not eat my delicious pancakes?” he said in a falsely offended tone. “You’re making me sad, Minho.”

“Your pancakes are everything but delicious” the latter mocked.

Thomas turned to face his boyfriend.

“Hey! I changed the recipe! I’m sure they are better than last time!”

Last time, he had forget to put sugar in the mix and had put too much flour. It had been rather unpleasant to eat, even with a ton of syrup. “If you say so” the oldest replied with a smirk.

That same smirk that melted the brunet. Who then noticed the absence of clothing on the Asian. He blushed immediately. “Oh my god Minho, go put a shirt!”

The latter laughed before putting a kiss on Thomas's nose. “You’re so adorable.”

“Not at all!”

“Yes you are” he insisted before whispering the next words. “It's adorable that no matter how much we make love, you still blush so much when you see me naked”

As if to prove the point, Thomas became even redder.

“Stop, it’s not true…”

“You want to deny it?” Minho laughed, taking his lover’s face in his hands. “Look at you Thomas, you are completely scarlet!”

The young man looked away, not able to say what he was about to say while looking at the man of his life. “It’s just that… you’re too beautiful…”

Before registering what was happening, Minho was kissing him passionately.

It was such a wave of love that tears were beginning to form in Thomas’s eyes and his knees were about to falter. It was so intense, so good…

He completely abandoned himself into the kiss. The Asian was always passionate and never restrained himself when it came to showing it, to Thomas’s great pleasure.

The two men parted after a while, panting. Eyes still closed, Minho put his forehead against his boyfriend’s, relishing this moment before breaking the silence.

“I love you. I love you so much”

“I love you too…”

The youngest went to nuzzle his boyfriend’s neck. He slowly caressed his back and told himself that ultimately, he preferred Minho to stay shirtless. First of all, the view was to die for… and second of all, he loved touching his partner’s soft golden skin. It was so warm and so comforting, he could have stay like this for hours. If only he wasn’t already doing something else…

“Shit, the pancake!”

Thomas quickly turned to the pan still on the stove… only to see that the pancake was ruined.

“No!” he cried before turning back. “It’s your fault Minho!”

“How is that my fault?”

“If you hadn’t distracted me…”

The young man took out the burned pancake before pouring another part of the preparation into the pan while the Asian was laughing behind him.

“Don’t worry” he said, kissing his lover’s cheek. “The first one is always failed anyway.”

“But I wanted it to be perfect” Thomas pouted. “I wanted to make a surprise for you…”

Minho took him in his arms again and putting even more kisses on the exposed skin before him.

“It’s already perfect” he whispered tenderly. “You’re perfect.”

The brunet elbowed him. “What’s up with you this morning?” he mocked.

“I didn’t get my cuddles, that’s the problem.”

Thomas rolled his eyes. His lover could be so dramatic sometimes.

“I’ll finish the pancakes and then we spend the whole day cuddling, is that okay?”

“Yeah…”

He still did not let go of the young man, but let him work while taking the opportunity to cover him with caresses. He loved those simple and peaceful moments so much. Those moments where he was with Thomas. Ever since the beginning of their relationship, Minho couldn't do without him and he knew it was mutual. They did everything together, they were totally inseparable. He wished more mornings looked like this one.

Once Thomas was finished, they prepared the living room to eat their breakfast while watching funny videos on YouTube on their television, one of their favorite activities. They could do it for hours.

Once perfectly seated, Minho took a first bite. “Okay, I take that back, your pancakes are delicious!”

“Told ya” Thomas replied with a wink.

The Asian kissed him again. “Thank you.”

Thomas blushed again and tried to chase his shyness by paying attention to the selection of videos that was on tv. He chose one and started eating.

After few videos, they were laying on the couch, empty plates forgotten on the coffee table. Thomas had put his head on his boyfriend’s chest and was enjoying every vibration coming from his lover when he laughed. He loved seeing Minho happy.

The oldest had his arms around the brunet and was softly stroking his back. Those moments where really his favorites. He would love to keep Thomas close to him at all times.

“Hey” Minho called out.

“Hmm?”

Thomas sat up slightly to take a better look at his boyfriend.

“You know I love you?

“Of course slinthead”

“So come here.”

Minho’s lips where once again on Thomas’s who let out a sigh of pleasure. The kiss was soft and simply perfect in the boys’ eyes.

The Asian continued his caresses until he buried one of his hands in his lover's brown hair, going deeper into the kiss at the same time. It was like when he kissed Thomas for the first time. The same sensations, with the same butterflies in his stomach.

He would never get tired of it, he was sure of it.

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On the original version, Thomas does not make pancakes, but crêpes (yes, it's different, even if google translate say it's the same), but pancakes fit better in this situation.

Anyway, I hope you liked it!

#tmr #tmr thomas #tmr minho #minho tmr #thomas #the maze runner #maze runner thomas #thominho #minho #maze runner minho #thomas and minho #thominho fanfiction #thominho fanfic

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sneakymalou · 4 years ago

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Inspired by the idea & post of @piershoesz ❤ I thought that it would be nice for you to know me a little better ! 🥰

My name is Amélie, but my nicknames are Malou & Lilie 🍀

I’m 31 years old and french. My mom is spanish & the best person in my world.

I’m Aries and Cancer rising. As for chinese astrology, I am snake.

My colors ? Like Stendhal’s book ‘Le rouge et le noir��, red and black. I wear both all the time, I must admitt ! 🤭

I’m a tattooed girl ; my full left arm is covered and I have one in my back 🍉 (I’ll show you pictures if you like)

As for food... well I’m not a difficult one 🤭 I LOVE SUGAR ; since a little kid I love candies 😇😇 and to cook ! French pancakes known as “crêpes” are my favorites cauz you can eat them with all that you want ! I also love italian pana cotta, and make some pretty often at home ! 💝

My favorites Pokemons since forever are vulpix & eevee ! 🥰

As for the character... well since I’ve started writing about the Pokegames only for a year, I’ve never had a favorite until Leon & Raihan showed up 🤩

I played the games since their very first, with the Blue version on GameBoy color. So many good memories... ❤🍀

About other games ; I discovered Fire Emblem with 3Houses and became a true fan, I played the oldest ones in 3ds after that and enjoyed it veeery much ! 🤩 I also play Zelda for a long time now, and BOTW is just a masterpiece if you ask me... I also play the Sims, Rune Factory (❤), My time at Portia, && Animal Crossing (but it’s still veeery recent !) 🍀

The true passion I have, other than writing, is singing. I put some songs on this very blog and I will put other ones if you want 🤭🤭

Character huh ? Well I am a terrible judge of myself but I’m gonna try anyway ! I am a determined woman, stubborn as hell sometimes. Romantic (that is why I write fluffy stories easily), tender even, I could be mean if you attack my loved ones. I have troubles to trust people because of my past, but I try to give everyone a second chance, even if it sounds a bad idea at first. I think everybody deserves one. I try as best I could not to be to “yob” because I can be that way sometimes, and I talk to people, about anything, try to discover them, to get to know them. I’m very interested by sharing things, anything, with others. That is the reason why I write, and why I like it so very much. Of course, until last year I only wrote in french, I began writing in english to improve myself in that language, but maybe I’ll put some essays in french one day, for you to know how I do it !

Well, what to say ? I LOVE YA ALL SO VERY MUCH, please continue to give me your opinions, to ask for more writings, and continue to come talking to me. I’m always pleased when I have a chance to know you all better !! ❤💙🧡💚❤💙🧡💚❤

Your Malou

(Screen by me 🍒 I love the smile of my Flygon 🤭😇)

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joonsrack · 5 years ago

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+Pairing: Seokjin x Gender neutral reader

+Genre: One shot, heavy angst, L2E.

+Word count: 4.8k

+Warnings: PG, Theme of infidelity, alcohol as a coping mechanism, swearing, SFW, codependency, breaking up, unhappy ending.

+Summary:

Living with the love of your life is everything you hoped it would be like, and more. You get to wake up to him (almost) every morning, eat his cooking, share your moods, hear his laughter… Now things would be easier if the man you love wasn’t someone else’s husband.

+A/N: Hellooooooooooo. This is for the collab Outro: Tears - The angst now told, put together by the amazing @personawife. This is my first time writing heavy angst and unhappy ending, as I tend to keep my stuff pretty fluffy. It was definitely a challenge and it took me out of my comfort zone, but I’m glad I did it. Will I ever do it again? Probably not. But it allowed me to explore, so that was pretty nice. Thank you to the wonderful @namjooniebjonesuniverse for betaing my dumb french ass and giving me helpful guidance, ily bb. Title from 134340, the most superior bts song of all time.

Three knocks on the door pull you out of your thoughts, bringing you back into the moment. You’re sitting on your couch in your dark living room, a glass of bitter-tasting wine swirling in your hand. It’s usually your favorite bottle, but today it leaves an ashy after taste in the back of your throat.

Not for the first time, you wonder if it’s really worth it. If it’s worth this. These lonely moments where you feel like you’re holding on by a thread, ready to burst at the seams.

Are they truly a fair price to pay for the happiness you feel when you’re with him?

You put your glass down, unfolding your legs and planting them on the floor, before filling your lungs with much-needed air.

There’s another series of knocks, more tentative.

He knows you’re in there, but he doesn’t know in what state. He has his own keys, always has, but he’s leaving you the power to open the door or not.

You bite your lips nervously, bracing yourself for the high of emotions you get whenever you see him after a long time. As much as you dread it, the fact that you still get these butterflies might mean that yes, all these moments spent in the dark might be worth it.

(It’s getting harder to convince yourself.)

You pad quietly to the door, not needing to look through the peephole; no one else would be knocking at your door at this hour.

The sound of the bolt turning rips violently through the deafening silence, and you open the door slowly, before meeting his eyes hesitantly.

You probably look like a mess; lips tinted by wine, hair disheveled from the day, work clothes untidy and creased. It doesn’t stop Seokjin from dropping his suitcase and lifting you in a tight hug, planting his face in the crook of your neck.

He walks a few steps in before depositing you back on your feet, but without letting go. You feel his hands grabbing at your clothes, no intention other than holding on to you; like you’re a vision that might disappear. For some reason, this is the most worrying part.

You drop a soft kiss on his shoulder, before extricating yourself out of his hold. You sidestep him to grab his suitcase lying forgotten on the ceramic of the hallways, depositing it inside and closing the door.

Then you lead Jin backward, loosening his tie for him, discarding it before getting started on his button-up. He watches your fingers work, following after you until your back hits the door frame of your bedroom.

He uses the opportunity to cage you in, using his finger to raise your chin so he can lock your lips in a soft kiss. You let him pepper your face with kisses, closing your eyes and enjoying the tenderness of it all. If he notices the single tear that trails down your cheek, he doesn’t mention it.

There are very few places you like waking up more than on Seokjin’s chest, head moving in time with the up and down of his steady breathing.

A fine stream of light is sneaking in through the curtains, hitting you directly in the eyes and bathing the room in a soft morning glow. Seokjin’s skin underneath you is shining a light gold, the warmth of his body getting covetously soaked up by yours.

You two have not had a morning to yourselves in what feels like forever. This morning is all yours to enjoy though, and you plan on basking in his body heat a little more. Laying in bed all day with the love of your life is probably why weekends were invented anyway.

“Morning beautiful,” he says softly, his breath tickling the tip of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He pecks the top of your head, breathing in your morning scent for a second, before starting his long stretching process, dislodging you from your hard-earned heat pocket. You whine a little, but it’s only when he sits up that you truly get offended.

“What are you doing” you pout, holding on for dear life to his middle, plastering your face to where you can reach without actually sitting up too.

“Starting my day?” He says, as he gently unwraps your arm from around his waist.

“Sounds dumb.”

“I’m doing you the honor of making breakfast. You should be grateful.” He grins down at you, pushing your hair out of your face and trying to comb them into submission. Or maybe he’s trying to dishevel you even more, judging from his facial expression.

“There’s apps for that now, old man. You choose what you want and they deliver it to you right at your door.”

He chuckles at your quip, before stepping out of the bed. You’re hoping your age jab goes unpunished, but then he pulls the whole comforter with him, exposing you to the cold air of the room. You shriek in horror, taking offense as he runs off, cackling maniacally.

You’re left slightly shivering, spread out on your back, staring at the ceiling.

There’s a small smile playing at your lips now that Seokjin is out of sight.

It’s moments like this, filled with softness and love, that makes it all worth it.

Right?

After pulling on one of Jin’s sweaters that swallows you whole, and some shorts lying around, you make your way after him, guessing he’ll most definitely be in the kitchen. Sure enough, you spot the discarded comforter on the couch and hear the sound of food making and pans being moved around. You grab the comforter to wrap yourself in it, trudging into the kitchen with a train.

You make your presence known by hugging him from behind, hooking your chin over his shoulder to peek at what’s starting to smell quite nice. You press a kiss into the crook of his neck once you spot the crêpes in the pan.

“Is this your version of apology cookies?” You ask, mentioning for the first time the elephant in the room.

You feel more than hear his sigh, his wide shoulders deflating a little.

“It was completely out of my control” he answers, voice going low and soft.

“I know, but I still missed you like crazy.”

“It won’t happen again.”

There’s an edge to his voice, and you rub your thumb into his tummy to soothe him. You almost regret bringing it up, but you’d rather clear the air now than wait for it to fester.

Two weeks ago, Seokjin was leaving for a usual two-night stay for an in-laws family gathering. Somehow, a series of events had extended that small trip to a whole week, and then when he had come back, he’d been swept into work matters. Thus, he hadn’t been home for the whole fortnights, which was the longest you two had spent apart since the day he had basically moved in with you.

“Did something happen?” You ask tentatively. The tension builds up into his whole body hadn’t escaped your notice. You know him too well for that. The moment you had seen him yesterday night, looking completely drained, you knew it wasn’t his habitual bought of work tiredness.

“…You know, the usual. They’re asking, or more like demanding, things I’m not ready to give.” He answers without elaborating, and you know not to push.

“Then work was just a shit show.”

“I saw the news.”

He makes a noncommittal sound before flipping the crêpe with expert precision. His family’s company’s stocks had dropped a few points over a small mismanagement scandal. Nothing that couldn’t be cleared in a few days, but enough of a problem to request Jin’s undivided attention.

“Those better be good enough to make up for two weeks of loneliness.” You tease, but it ends up sounding heavier than you intended, more honest.

He’s silent a beat too long to be natural, but to your relief, he decides to keep things light.

“I put in a secret ingredient.” He says, his voice laced with mischief.

You frown curiously while he reaches for something in his jogging’s pockets.

A second later, he pulls out a finger heart, that he proceeds to ‘sprinkle’ over the pan.

You face plant into his shoulder blades with a wide smile, muffling your snickering into his skin. His shoulders shake as he attempts to suppress his laughter rather unsuccessfully.

You missed him, so bad, everyday, every moment. Craved his presence. This apartment, the home you made with him, doesn’t feel as bright and warm when he’s not here with you. It should scare you, how much of an impact he has on your life, your moods, your needs. You’re usually a pretty fair boss, but the assistants and interns have been avoiding you for the whole week now, so you know his absence had put a greater strain on your mood than you let yourself believe.

In fact, it does scare you a little. Not your love, but the power this love holds over you. Sometimes there are days you look at him and you feel like you could go crazy, do crazy things for him. Even after all these years together, he still has the ability to cause butterflies to burn a hole through your stomach. If anything, it only keeps burning stronger. It’s threatening to consume you, and you’re tempted to let it.

When you two share moments, staring into each others’ eyes like you just met, you can see those feelings reflected back at you.

You eat breakfast on the couch, morning dramas on. It’s going to be one of those lazy days, which is exactly what you need. Just some time to enjoy each other’s company, reconnect and forget the stress of being separated for two weeks.

You watch a few episodes in comfortable silence, enjoying the lines of your body meshed together, intertwined on the narrow couch.

At some point you feel his eyes on you, and you meet them, not expecting what you see there.

You feel a knot tightening in your stomach at his expression; full of worry and incertitude. He quickly morphs it into something more neutral, but it’s too late. You saw, and you know something is wrong. Something that can’t wait.

You recall last night, when he grabbed at you like you might just disappear into thin air. You tried your hardest not to mention it. Normally you would wait until he’s ready to tell you, but seeing him suffer is making you hurt as well.

You put the tv on pause, sitting up and pulling him up with you so you can be eyes level. You take his hands in between yours, playing with his fingers before smiling reassuringly at him.

"There's something you're not telling me, I can feel it. " You say softly, rubbing gentle circles into his palm.

He looks down at your joined hands, eyes turning sad with a nervous hint. He blinks one too many times, his nervous tell is well known to you.

"I know it's probably related to her... Whatever it is, we can work through it."

Seokjin closes his hands around yours, bringing your hands up to his lips, kissing them softly.

He’s bracing himself, you can see it in the tense line of his broad shoulders, and you make sure to morph your expression into something open, calm and understanding.

His grip on your hands tightens a fraction before becoming looser, and you pick up your gentle ministration again, rubbing small circles into his skin, giving him the time he needs to find the right words.

He opens his mouth but nothing comes out for a long moment. You wait, still, not wanting to ruin his momentum, and just as his lips start moving around his first word, the silence of the room is broken by the loud vibration of his phone, facedown on the living room table.

You both startle, looking down at what ruined this moment, him with a look of apprehension. He reaches for it, cursing at the name on the screen, before throwing you an apologetic look. He doesn't actually meet your eyes, and the tightness in your stomach is back in full force.

"I need to take this." He says, a deep frown creasing his forehead.

You catch sight of her name on the screen.

His wife.

He stands up from the couch, answering the call with a sharp 'what is it' into the phone. You hear the sound of the bedroom door closing shut behind him, and you're once again left alone in the living room.

The temperature of the room drops below freezing point, making every breath a struggle.

“-/N….Y/N!”

You startle at the sound of your name, looking up to see Taehyung standing in front of your desk, a couple of files under the arm.

"You completely spaced out there."

You look down at your screen, half and email staring back at you. Mondays are usually pretty tough, but today you have not been able to focus for more than 5 minutes straight.

"Everything alright?"

You look up at your friend again, mustering what you think is a normal looking smile. "Of course."

Taehyung winces, looking worried. He walks back to the door to close it, then takes a seat in front of you.

"Talk." He says, putting both his hands down on his crossed legs.

"We're not doing this at work Tae,” you sigh, “ I'm not letting myself be distracted by my personal matters while in my office."

"Yeah well, it's too late for that. You were looking pretty distracted when I walked in; I had to call your name like, five times."

You hold back an eye roll, too old for that. But it's a close call.

"Temporary madness, won't happen again. Thank you for calling me back to earth."

You focus back on your screen dismissively, hoping your friend gets the message.

He doesn't, and you work for a few minutes in his presence before the silence becomes too much.

"Did you have any other business here that required my attention."

"You've been acting out of it for the past two weeks and I put it down on the fact that he wasn't home, but I'm pretty sure he's supposed to be back by now."

You sigh again, annoyed but also tired. Bone tired.

"He...had an emergency. He left yesterday and he won't be here this week either." You say, keeping your eyes on the screen, lest you meet Taehyung's and he reads all the longing and pain in them.

Seokjin had reassured you it would not happen again, and not even 24 hours later he broke his promise.

It's worth it, you tell yourself. How many times has it been, that you’ve had to remind yourself of that?

Taehyung's expression softens, knowing how much his absence usually affects you.

Your work phone rings, and you thank god for small miracles, getting a break from your friend's all-knowing eyes.

"Yes Jimin," You ask your assistant on the phone, making a shooing motion at Taehyung. Without any surprise, he doesn't budge.

"I have Mrs.Kim Hana on the phone for you, she's saying it's some important matter. should I connect the call?"

Your heart drops to the floor, blood turning icy. Why would she be calling you of all people? The first thing that pops into your mind is Jin. It’s the only logical explanation.

Something must have happened to him, and you usually leave your personal phone on silent during work hours, so she couldn't join you otherwise.

Taehyung examines your face, looking worried. You probably look like you've seen a ghost.

"Yes, yes put her on. Thank you."

The line rings twice before a beep indicates you've been connected.

"This is Y/N speaking." You say, struggling to keep your voice steady.

"Hi, this is Kim Hana."

"Is something the matter, Mrs.Kim?" You ask, knowing she likes insisting on the Kim, to remind you that she's in that position and not you.

"I just had a few questions for you," she says, voice saccharine. You frown. Is that it?

"I'm at work right now, can't this phone call be done sometime tonight?" You ask, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice now that you know there’s no immediate emergency.

"This will only take a few seconds, I need to be somewhere myself."

You rub your temple with your free hand, not in the mood for her mind games. You two rarely talk unless necessary. You don't exactly hate each other, but her being married to the man you've been dating for the last few years isn't exactly the stellar base for an excellent relationship.

"Go ahead."

"I'll be very straight to the point: Do you have any STDs or any type of transmittable disease?"

The question takes you by surprise, a frown etching itself into your forehead..

"Excuse me?" You ask, tone dry.

"Have you and Seokjin used protection? Probably not, right? You've been sleeping together for what, 3 years?"

You stay silent for a good minute, completely horrified.

"Mrs. Kim, how is that any of your fucking business?"

Taehyung's eyes go wide, not used to hearing you curse sober. These are usually reserved for when you've drunk a little.

"Well, I thought he would have told you, but I see he clearly hasn't.” There’s glee in her voice, and you want to hang up, right now. You know you won’t like what you’re about to hear.

But it’s stronger than you, and you ask, “Tell me what?”

“Well, you see, our parents are starting to ask for an heir. That would have been the natural course of this marriage, if you weren’t in the way." There’s contempt peeking through the fake lightness of her tone, and she giggles cutely like she hadn't just dropped a bomb on your head.

"...What?" The words don't make sense in your head. They just bounce around, wreaking havoc.

"This is why Seokjin needs to stay here this week, as I am in the prime time of my cycle. If it doesn't take we'll need to try again in the next few months. Our parents were very clear this needs to happen now."

There's a buzzing in your ear, getting louder by the second.

"They demand things I am not ready to give" had said Jin on Sunday.

They demand an heir of him.

You hear yourself talk, but it's very far away. You knew this would happen someday. But not this soon, not right now. You had buried that inevitability deep under a thick layer of denial, and it was springing back out of nowhere, like a kick in the stomach.

"I'm sure you could ask all these questions to the man himself." You say, the tip of your fingers gone numbs.

She chuckles down the line, and you decide to actually start hating her.

"I guess I could." Is all she answers, before hanging up.

You stay frozen, phone held to your ear, until Taehyung hears the dial tone, take the phone from your hand and hang up for you.

"Who was that?" He asks, mindful of keeping his voice soft.

You rest your face in your hand, pacing your breathing. Now is not the time to lose control. You're at work, you're professional and today is not the day this is going to change.

Except the air is stiff as it enters your lungs, and it burns on the way out. Your hands turn into fists, nails digging into the skin, as you try your hardest not to break.

This? This feeling coursing through your body? This is not worth it.

This week was supposed to be spent coming home to Jin's cooking after another long day at work, or waking up early to make you both a cup of coffee before heading out to the office, stealing a morning kiss on the way.

Except you're alone once more, sitting on your couch in the living room you love so much when he's here, swirling wine that darkens the color of your lips a shade too deep and leaves ashes on your tongue. Instead, you'll be eating some quick fix in a kitchen that looks empty, silent save for the sound of your cutlery. You'll be waking up to cold bedsheets and pillows, startling morning lights mocking your loneliness. You’ll be sitting in the dark, wondering how long until you can feel warm again.

You should probably hate him right now. He made up some stories instead of telling you the truth, disappearing to accomplish his conjugal duties. You wonder if he even plans on telling you. He would have to one day or another since the desired endgame here is to have a baby. He couldn’t hide a pregnancy from you; their public status might not be equal to a celebrity, but an heir officializing the merge of Seokjin’s and Hana’s family businesses would be worth a mention in an economic magazine somewhere, which would ultimately come back to you.

An heir.

Something you could never give him.

How can your relationship possibly get past this? How would it even work? Knowing Jin, knowing his gentle and nurturing nature, he wouldn’t be able to stay away from his child. And you would never ask that of him. How could you ask him to be an absent father to his child, knowing how much Jin suffered from it.

So what does that make you both, what does that mean for you? More of this? More of loneliness? More of everything you hate? You’d have to stay here, alone, hidden away. He would come to see you occasionally, maybe not even stay the night. You’d have stolen moments with him, nothing more.

The idea scares you, freezes you over. There’s tears wetting your cheeks, so many of them, and you’re just letting them escape freely. You have months of repressed emotions raging to get out, making you sob and hick up uncontrollably. You feel like screaming, like ripping your hair out, anything to calm the burning sensation in your guts.

You do none of those. Instead, you pass out on the couch from exhaustion, feeling completely and utterly empty.

There’s an omnipresent silence in the room, heavy and deafening, making your ears ring.

Its tendrils are slowly getting longer, sucking all the air out and invading every corner of the room, leaving you breathless, gasping.

You look down at your glass of wine, its ashy color reflecting the taste it left in the back of your throat. You swirl it around, but the glass turns to dust in your hand, escaping your hold.

You look at the man facing you. There’s a vicious smile stretching your lips, barely concealing the depth of your cruel viciousness. You want to hurt him.

Sitting on the other side of the dining table, Seokjin is looking at you somewhat the same way. Except he’s not trying to conceal anything, he’s looking at you with pure unadulterated hatred.

The light streaming in from the windows is dull, mocking the memories that were made in this same room. They shift suddenly, the sky getting clouded, turning darker by the second until it’s as dark as the night. Seokjin is now just a shadow, sitting on the other side of the table, yet far away. The temperature drops, the air turning so frigid your breath is coming out foggy.

Silence can be scarier than any monster. It’s always hungry for more.

You wake up gasping, choking on nothing, only the silence surrounding you. Except something woke you up, pulled you out of your nightmare.

There’s a banging at the door.

You look at the time, your eyes puffy from crying yourself to sleep.

It’s a little after 1:00 am, and if you don’t stop this racket you’ll hear from a very angry neighbor tomorrow.

You make a beeline to the door, your heart pounding from the residue of your dream and the abrupt awakening.

You rip the door open, not even bothering to check through the peephole first, scared another series of banging is coming.

Jin is barely standing, resting his weight on the door frame, face shadowed by his hair.

He reeks of alcohol, eyes half open and wet looking.

His face twists in pain at the sight of you, and his body dangerously dips forward before you react and catch him, helping him stand. You spy his keys on the floor, probably where he dropped them after trying to unlock the door in his intoxicated state.

“Hey…” You say, walking him inside and to the couch, carrying most of his weight as he tries with uncoordinated arms to hug you to him.

He’s letting out a litany of slurred words, suspiciously sounding like apologies.

You deposit him on the couch, before walking back to the door, grabbing the keys from the floor before shutting and locking it. You pass by the kitchen to pour him a glass of water, and then you make your way back to him.

He’s already asleep, body slumped forward. You shake him awake, needing to make sure he drinks at least a cup before you let him drift off.

“Here.” You say, and you help him drink.

He manages to finish the cup with your help, and you put it away on the living room table.

You expect him to go back straight to sleep, but instead, he flails around until he has your face in between his hands, unfocused eyes searching yours.

He slurs some words, and you can barely make out anything he’s saying, but you catch “Sorry” and “I love you” and “children” and “Hana”, so you can easily deduct what this is about. You shush him. Now was not the time to talk about any of this.

You help him out of his jacket, belt and shoes, to make his night more comfortable. You’re playing with the idea of leaving him the couch, going to your bedroom, but he grabs your arm loosely, leveling pleading eyes at you.

“Do you feel nauseous?” You ask in one last half-hearted attempt.

He shakes his head, so you wait until he lays down and then you join him, arranging both your bodies so you can fit comfortably.

He’s out like a leaf, already snoring softly by the time you’re done shifting around. You take advantage of this moment to steal a good look at his face.

Now that it’s quiet again, you find yourself thinking back about your nightmare. The man in your nightmare held hatred for you. It was transpiring from every pore of his body, and so was it from yours.

You know Jin, you know him by heart. But the person sitting on the other end of that table was a stranger.

You shiver at the thought, at the suffocating feeling that was surrounding you, in that dark kitchen, with the scariest monster hanging over both your heads. The feeling that was coursing through you, so opposite from what you feel for him, yet so similar.

You focus on Jin to try and change your mind, but something jumps out to you.

Jin, who’s always ever showered in the morning, has freshly cleaned hair. If you focus, underneath the stench of alcohol, there’s the clean scent of body wash, the one he always uses when he needs to sleepover at their house.

The realization grips you then, that tonight was probably night number one of their attempt at a child.

That Jin hated it so much that he showered, got plastered, and made his way back home. To you.

And you hate it. Hate this fucked up situation. Hate him a little, too.

And it hurts. It hurts so much, thinking about the hurt you’re about to make him go through. How the decision you’ve just reached is going to make him suffer.

But you just know that your dream, it’s a warning. You can feel it in your bones. This situation is not something you can ignore until it goes away, and trying to work around it will only drive you both crazy. Drive you to hate.

The love you have for each other is strong and fierce and so alive, but you’ve heard what they say about love and hate.

The line is so thin between the two, and you’re too scared to find out how a love like yours would change into hate. How deep it would run, and how much it would twist you and the man you love. You’ve witnessed it in your dream, like your subconscious felt the need to point it out.

So you’ve reached a conclusion.

But for now, you hug Jin closer to your body, enjoying his body heat as much as you can. You don’t know how many times you’ll get to do that, a silent clock ticking in the back of your mind.

With every tick, the silence grows louder, and your bones get colder.

#magicshopnet #bangtanarmynet #btswriterscollective #ficswithluv #armysource #bangtanscenery #bangtanhq #angst #seokjin #outro : tear the angst now told

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the-cooler-snimbusjavy · 5 years ago

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XCOM: Chimera Squad Character Trivia Masterpost

So with XCOM: Chimera Squad having been out for a bit of time now, I’ve come to love and appreciate every single member of the squad we got, so I went ahead and decided to take a look at everything possible we have on the gang. Between character bios, in-game dialogue and conversations, lines pulled from the config files, concept art, all coupled with my personal interpretation on the information given, I have tried to give a go at making a post with every detail of each character I found worth mentioning (in absolutely no particular order). So, enjoy! Also fair warning, it’s long, ayy

SPOILERS AHEAD While not too important in the great scheme of things in Chimera Squad��s story, do read at your own risk.

Terminal - China, 29 years old

Terminal lost her parents during the invasion of 2015. They were a factory worker and a cook. Afterwards, she escaped with her uncle to a relocation camp, who unfortunately died of disease the following year.

After this event, she was adopted by a doctor who lost her only daughter. It was her who inspired Terminal to become a combat medic. In a cruel turn of events, she was killed during a retaliation attack from ADVENT. It is said Terminal’s personality severely shifted after this.

Terminal keeps a photo of her deceased adopted mother in her locker.

She was originally rejected to join the Reclamation Agency, so she requested the use of psionic probes to prove her worth. She was then admitted in probationary period.

Terminal believes Verge is the only one in the team who truly understands her. Verge “knows” this.

Terminal wants to have a fight between hers and Patchwork’s GREMLINs, for “training purposes”.

Terminal nicknames Patchwork “Patches” on occasion.

Whenever Patchwork “smack talks” Terminal down, she expresses she’s “so proud” of her.

Terminal often eats Whisper’s lunches in the fridge, under the excuse that he doesn’t label them.

Terminal seems to know the Jabberwock, and perhaps other stories surrounding it, as she wished to hear Zephyr pronounce said word, likely out of Terminal’s mocking of her Australian accent.

Terminal claims to be the “biggest fan” of conspiracy theorist Floyd Tesseract’s radio show, You Should Have Believed, and is absolutely delighted to meet him. This is much unlike every other member of the team, who all seem to either disregard him, dislike him, or outright suggest he be captured.

According to Terminal, the restorative mist within her GREMLIN is “minty fresh”. It seems Cherub once sniffed it on accident.

Terminal seems to consider Verge’s singing to be “the second worst thing she’s heard all year”.

Whisper accuses Terminal of sleeping during their briefings. According to Terminal, she’s just “resting her eyes”, as well as her “ears” and “interest”.

According to Godmother, Terminal tenses up whenever she pulls the trigger of her gun. Terminal attempts to deny this, unsuccessfully.

According to herself, Terminal has always wanted a “heavily-armored entourage”.

Terminal doesn’t know what a vertipad is, and upon learning of it, she questions who calls them that way, thinking it “stupid”. Seemingly, everyone else on the squad calls them by their name without issue.

According to Terminal, she’s never gonna retire, she expects to just die some day in the field (five years at most). Afterwards she confesses that she’s no good anywhere else, suggesting that she has an issue in finding direction with her life. Godmother claims that she knows well what she means.

Verge - ~40 years old

Verge originally worked alongside Thin Men in order to infiltrate society and psionically control them to share good word of the Elders’ occupation of Earth. It was due to his constant exposure to human thoughts that gained him empathy.

He worked as a mole during the events of XCOM 2 and provided the Resistance with information, making him the only* known alien to aid XCOM during their war against ADVENT. (*Ethereal Asaru is theorized to have aided XCOM by merging with the Commander, and sometimes even implied, but it still remains devoid of official word about it)

Sectoids can mind-merge with someone in order to “taste” whatever they may be eating. He suggests doing this with Cherub by offering to go to a new restaurant that serves “authentic old world cuisine”, but only with Cherub’s own consent.

Sectoids, and Verge as an extension, seemingly cannot eat terrestrial meat and eggs, or “greasy” food as worded by Cherub.

On that note, it would seem Sectoids are also intolerant to jam, as it’s considered poison for them. It’s possible Godmother was aware of this fact, as she instead replaces “jam“ with “butter“ during a phrase pre-mission.

Verge recognizes his acts during the original invasion were wrong, and there having been worse alternatives don’t excuse his actions still, according to him.

That said, he doesn’t seem to want to talk about his part in it, when asked by Godmother if he regret any of it.

Verge finds butter delicious, though he also believes the consumption of “the churned remains of another lactating mammal” to be slightly disturbing.

Terminal seems to be “creeped out” by Verge’s Battle Madness ability. Blueblood similarly finds it unsettling, yet still appreciates the “breathing room”. Surprisingly, Torque seems to outright love it, and even requests Verge to have the enemy “dance”.

Cats apparently find Sectoids to be adversaries for undisclosed reasons as declared by Verge, yet according to Axiom, he’s seen “a lot of Sectoids with cats”.

Verge keeps a ramen shop sticker, as well as an excerpt of a ramen cooking magazine in his locker, suggesting either or both an interest in cooking and enthusiasm towards this particular dish.

It seems Verge was acquainted with conspiracy theorist Floyd Tesseract during the invasion, claiming that he was “just as insufferable“ throughout it as he is now.

Verge enjoys “messing” with Whisper whenever he makes a comm check, by instead listening to him psionically. Whisper at least appreciates the honesty.

Verge seems to respect and care greatly for the Archons, as he states they will never be slaves again, and that the Progeny will do them no harm. He becomes particularly angry when threatened by the terrorist faction.

Verge claims that he enjoys collecting old watches.

Godmother - France, 48 years old

Godmother lost track of her family during the 2015 invasion. She spent a year looking for them, with no result.

Godmother does not consider herself a leader, but rather a teacher. This is the case in her old job as a police trainer, as a member of the Resistance, and now as provisional member of Chimera Squad.

Godmother plans to retire soon, but has decided to stick around Chimera Squad to aid them until she feels they are truly ready.

Terminal seems to be an example of the above, with Godmother constantly guiding the former.

Godmother witnessed Cherub’s adoption papers under request of Headquarters. She also signed them in addition.

Godmother believes Cherub has a talent to “bring people together”.

Godmother seems to consider the Sacred Coil faction as “re-heated ADVENT propaganda”.

Godmother seems to be good with card games as she claims her hobby to be “bluffing” with them, after being asked by Cherub if she had any.

According to Verge, Godmother still does not trust aliens. However, she’s actively trying to do so, which Verge claims is enough.

On the same note, Godmother is said to not trust the world leaders after surrendering so quickly, suggesting over the years she’s lived with trusting issues around her.

According to Godmother, she was once pinned down in a bank of Paris for three days.

Godmother seems to enjoy crêpes, as she orders Terminal to “stop making her hungry” after the latter desired donuts and crêpes respectively during a mission.

Godmother seems to be proud of her French heritage, as she keeps a touristic poster of the Arc de Triomphe in her locker.

Alongside this, a photo of presumably Godmother herself and a long-haired blonde woman both in police uniform is present. Who this woman is is not disclosed.

Cherub - Estonia, 5 years old

Cherub belonged to a batch of ADVENT clones under the name of the Empty Cohort, who never got to receive the respective indoctrination.

After being discovered there, Cherub was only recently adopted by the two resistance members who originally found him in his ADVENT facility of origin, as they found themselves responsible for him and his safety. They fell in love precisely due to this, having married one year prior to the events of XCOM: Chimera Squad.

On the same topic, Cherub keeps a picture of himself and his parents in his locker.

Alongside the aforementioned picture, Cherub keeps a card celebrating his fifth birthday. It presumably comes from his parents, seeing he put it alongside their picture.

Cherub was originally a clone of Bellus Mar, former ADVENT Officer and leader of the Sacred Coil terrorist faction. Cherub seems to be concerned of his teammates believing something of Mar could potentially be present in himself, which Director Kelly assures is not the case.

Cherub believes that friendship cannot be forced on others, and is content with simply letting others know that they are not alone.

Despite this, his naturally innocent and naive attitude allows Zephyr to use him as a “practice dummy”.

Cherub used to pronounce DJ as “deej” before he actually heard it aloud.

Cherub believes that it would be normal that everyone voiced whatever was exactly in their mind, without having the need to hide anything. Verge reveals to him that rarely do people do so, and that they choose to hide many things for a number of reasons. Cherub believes it to be too much work to think about, so he’d rather say things as he actually means to say.

Cherub believes sunrise, waffles, laughter, and wood smoke to be important things of life.

Cherub doesn’t understand the protection of money. He believes it’s not as rewarding as protecting people.

According to himself, Cherub is “so bad” at riddles.

Cherub enjoys watching wrestling from the old world whenever he gets the chance to find it. Whisper offers to search some for him, however, still forbids him to actually compete in it.

Cherub enjoys making puns and, apparently, he was taught of them by Whisper, who seemingly now regrets his decision.

Patchwork - Mexico, 29 years old

Patchwork lost her legs and left arm during the invasion of 2015. ADVENT provided her with new ones as part of their propaganda plan.

It was Patchwork herself who orchestrated her escape from the ADVENT City Centers, in order to join the Resistance.

Patchwork doesn’t name her GREMLINs anymore, presumably as they usually tend to be destroyed, as per Cherub’s inquiry. She counts at least 25 destroyed GREMLINs, one in particular destroyed by a Muton

Everyone apparently hates the androids they use on reinforcements for undisclosed reasons. Patchwork is the exception, as she considers them “robot friends” who fill in when they cannot.

On that note, it seems Patchwork is very protective of any sort of Android, and even refers to those stolen by Sacred Coil as her “niños” (Spanish for children).

Contrary to common belief within the squad, Patchwork did not choose her callsign due to her own state. In Terminal’s words, it was due to her affinity at “slapping software together”, and that everyone who thinks otherwise is an idiot.

Patchwork sometimes wonders if she and Terminal should switch callsigns, under the reasoning that she “works with computer terminals”, while Terminal “patches people back up”.

On the same note, Patchwork claims Terminal’s mouth moves at “terminal velocity”. The latter finds this very amusing.

Patchwork seems to refer to psionics as some sort of “music”. Stating she enjoys the “tune” of Shelter’s psi abilities, as well as claiming that Progeny’s leader Violet’s own sounds like a “symphony”. Similarly, when failed to be mind-controlled she states she doesn’t enjoy that kind of “music”.

Patchwork believes the ADVENT Gene Therapy clinics should not have been outlawed, as she considers ADVENT themselves to be the ones to blame for what they did to humanity, not the “tool” itself.

Patchwork is seemingly not allowed to enter tech vaults anymore. According to her, it was due to her mistakenly pushing a particular button that started some form of countdown. Seemingly, Director Kelly was “nearly irradiated” due to this mishap.

According to herself, Patchwork doesn’t like to go dancing, though it’s most likely due to the fact she distrusts the people running clubs.

Patchwork seems to be close to both Lily Shen and Richard Tygan, as she keeps a photo of herself alongside them both in her locker (John Bradford and the Commander can be seen in the background, with the latter strategically concealed).

Having worked as an engineer in the Avenger during XCOM 2, coupled with their personal love of robotics, her bond with Shen is easily explained.

As for Tygan, it is presumed by many he was the man in charge of providing a young Patchwork with her first prosthetic arm and legs back during his ADVENT days, explaining their bond now both together as members of XCOM.

Axiom - Born within an invasion ship, 46 years old

Mutons are apparently issued pet cats to demonstrate their capacity for compassion. Axiom did not get one as he proved himself while saving human lives during the Bugtown Massacre under his own initiative.

Despite this fact, Axiom still seems to be greatly fond of cats, as he owns a sticker of one surrounded by hearts in his locker.

According to Axiom, Mutons had a “spiritual connection” with their starships, returning to it signified some form of “pilgrimage”. Axiom’s ship, however, was destroyed back in 2015.

On this topic and true Muton nature, Axiom is fond of the space as well. He keeps a poster of Earth’s solar system in his locker.

Axiom considers Blueblood’s choice of weaponry to be inferior and small. However, after Blueblood explains his strategy of it being so unnoticeable that enemies focus on Axiom instead so then the former can pick up on those distracted, Axiom praises his cunning and respects the strategy.

Axiom believes Claymore fights like a woman, in that he’s fearless, calm under pressure, and is an inspiration to squadmates to give their all. After claiming he learned much from his sister, Axiom praises her as formidable and wishes to meet her, despite her views on the current world.

Axiom is surprised Godmother managed to fight and survive during the invasion of Paris, in her homeland in France. According to Axiom, the mortality rate was extremely high. They soon decide not to continue the conversation.

Apparently, Axiom wishes new boots, as his current footwear seemingly “pinch his ankles”.

Both Axiom and Torque seem to agree that Andromedons are “the worst”.

According to Axiom, Gray Phoenix leaders Custodian Xel and Crew Chief Yarvo’s names are aliases, and starship dialect. Xel meaning “good route” or “safe passage”, whereas Yarvo means “newly forged” or “birthed in flame”.

Claymore - India, 32 years old

Claymore has an older sister that he apparently worked with alongside the Resistance. According to Claymore, she’s the one that taught him many of the things he knows. However, she also seemingly has not come to terms with the current state of the world, presumably the peace between humans and aliens.

Other than her, Claymore also seemed to have an older brother. He, alongside their mother, however, lost their lives during the 2015 invasion.

Claymore worked on the Avenger during the events of XCOM 2, disassembling recovered alien explosives.

Claymore appears to be religious, as he claims that prayer brings him peace of mind. As to what religion he follows, is not disclosed.

When asked by Verge how he attains the aforementioned peace of mind, Claymore also adds that he does exercise and that he allows himself to love the world and the people around him.

On that same note, Claymore states that he “never touches” caffeine.

Claymore seems to enjoy food overall, and also appears to be a good cook, as he brings enough fish curry he made for everyone upon his arrival.

He and Verge enjoy visiting ramen shops together, cataloguing the good and bad places. They plan to go to the recently opened shop U.F.Oodle.

Claymore and Torque seem to have a thing against each other, referring to the other as a “rebel goon” and a “despotic flunkie”, respectively. Whisper facetiously refers to their aversion as “young love”.

Torque - Siberia, 20 years old

Torque was offered to act as “opposing force“ in training of XCOM agents post-war. She accepted as she considered prison to be “boring“.

During these events, Torque formed a bond with then-Colonel Jane Kelly, who seems to be the only person Torque truly respects and appreciates. It was thanks to her Torque was admitted into the Reclamation Agency and Chimera Squad.

Torque is afraid of losing her friends, so she tries hard to push them away with her unwelcoming attitude. This is due to her fear of forming bonds, since they may not come back from a fight the next day. She is incredibly self-aware of this fact. Director Kelly offers to talk with her about it, which Torque accepts.

On that same note, Godmother claims that Torque does in fact care about getting her team’s respect and appreciation, a topic Torque evidently wishes to avoid.

Despite these facts, Torque seems to be keen on improving as a person, as her locker shows she owns a book under the name of Meditation for the Exceptionally Stressed.

Torque sees herself as an earthling, as she was born on Siberia in 2020.

Torque seems to have something against off-worlders, but it’s unknown if this is due to her attitude, guilt about her own actions during the war that she projects against others, or legitimate aversion against them.

Terminal seems to be absolutely thrilled whenever Torque uses her Tongue Pull with the former, with her exclaiming she wants to “go again”.

Torque seems to have a heavy disliking of Whisper for undisclosed reasons, under occasions having suggested him to perform a lobotomy, as well as telling him to “bite his tongue off and bleed to death” after he asks the team to bring him a “souvenir” from a Viper-themed mature bar.

After Whisper reveals himself to be Canadian, Torque claims Canadians taste like maple. Whether it’s her joking with Whisper or not is not confirmed.

Torque believes Codexes to be “insufferable show-offs”. On that note, she’s always believed they judged her with their “creepy glowing eyes”.

Torque seems to enjoy drawing, as she keeps a bunch of sketches in her locker, most notably of terrestrial creatures like dogs and frogs. But most importantly, she has one of Axiom in civilian clothing eating noodles, scribbled in it reads “I’m never eating anything else ever again” in Axiom’s perspective. Axiom himself keeps this sketch on his own locker, demonstrating he values it.

Also present on her locker seems to be a touristic poster of the northern lights, presumably Siberian, suggesting she’s fond of her birthplace.

Blueblood - United States, 34 years old

Blueblood managed to live a peaceful life with his family under City 31 during the ADVENT regime. Despite this, he helped others where he could, even members of the Resistance.

Blueblood seems to love and respect his father dearly, as he decided to continue the family tradition of being policemen. The former also keeps a picture of them both after a fishing trip.

On the same note, Blueblood seems to be a fishing enthusiast, as he keeps a poster of the various fishes near City 31.

Blueblood personally knows City 31’s Police Department’s Commissioner Maloof, and even seems to be on friendly terms with her, calling her by her first name, Halia.

Blueblood is seemingly concerned that Terminal seems to be far too eager to put herself into danger. According to her, it’s just that she understands the concept of ”acceptable risk”. Blueblood fears it’s a “death wish“.

Blueblood states that he would not shoot any of his teammates, not even with training purposes, after being asked by Cherub. He instead suggests him to use the ballistic mannequins they already possess.

Blueblood states that Godmother reminds him of his mother, in that she lead his whole family without ever taking charge herself, always pushing them enough to reach their potential. Godmother claims that Blueblood has exceeded his.

Blueblood’s mother passed away back in 2014 due to cancer, and the former claims that “this time of year” always hits him due to it (presumably somewhere between March and May). That said, he’s glad she never got to live to witness the invasion.

On this note, Shelter feels the need to comfort him after noticing something was wrong. Blueblood appreciates this.

Blueblood states that his father used to love heist movies, and the two of them watched them together.

According to Blueblood, ADVENT’s soldiers helmets are “stupid”.

Shelter - Chile, 36 years old

Shelter lived in a big family, but got separated from them during the 2015 invasion.

He was found and experimented on by ADVENT after discovering he had latent psionic potential, forcing him to kill and torture “criminals“ with his abilities. This affected him to the point of crying. He managed to escape from them afterwards.

Shelter is a proud farmer. He was taken in by the Resistance thanks to these skills, and in his locker he keeps a picture of a younger self standing in front of plentiful crops, as well as posters promoting new “delicious and nutritious” breeds of vegetables.

Shelter seems to enjoy chilli, as he was joyed to have some upon his arrival.

Shelter doesn’t like to read other’s minds, as evidenced by Cherub playfully asking him to read his, with Shelter claiming that he “would never” do so.

Shelter knew to some capacity of the Progeny’s leader, Violet. Upon his escape, he psionically contacted her during the event, but then lost connection. Presumably, she was yet to lose her mind due to ADVENT’s experimentations on her. He refers to this connection of emotions as a sort of “poem”.

Shelter is very fond of his squadmates, complimenting them whenever the chance is available, as well as exclaiming against enemies that he won’t allow them to hurt his friends.

Claymore seems to hate it whenever Shelter switches their positions with Relocate, as it makes him feel “queasy”. Blueblood similarly thinks it’s “freaky”. Cherub, on the other hand, consider it to be “so fun”.

According to himself, Shelter doesn’t like banks.

Shelter doesn’t understand why their enemies, in particular members of the Gray Phoenix faction, would be willing to die for their causes.

According to himself, Shelter’s teeth itch, or otherwise rattle, whenever there’s high spikes of power or energy. It’s unknown if this is normal in other human psions.

It would appear that Shelter has a crush on Zephyr, as the latter noticed his face turned red whenever she was around (which she mistook for anger). After discovering this, Zephyr does not seem to be visibly upset, but perhaps surprised, to which Shelter reacts with embarrassment.

Zephyr - Australia, 33 years old

Zephyr is not a clone unlike many former ADVENT soldiers. She presumably was amongst the first humans to be turned into hybrids and then brainwashed to follow the ADVENT regime, presumably similar to Sacred Coil leader Bellus Mar, off whom Cherub was cloned from. It is not known, however, if Zephyr was cloned at any point.

After being liberated the the Skirmishers faction, she joined their ranks and operated near City 31.

Zephyr seemingly does not want hammocks in HQ as per Patchwork’s desire to improve the place. Apparently, there was a mishap regarding this in the past.

According to herself, it seems Zephyr has “always wished” to go bowling.

At least visibly, Zephyr seems to not be too fond of Cherub, as she’s seen referring to him as “knock-off” on occasion.

According to Zephyr, “punch-a-bastard-in-the-face” day is a “roving holiday”, which she enjoys to celebrate.

Zephyr seems to refer to Patchwork as a “nerd”, as she stood by her words whenever the latter was offended by Zephyr’s accusation towards computer-savvy Gray Phoenix members.

Zephyr believes that she has no place in the Skirmishers (or anywhere) anymore as it began accepting more clones, and due to the fact of her not knowing of her own past as a human. Claymore expresses his profound disagreement, and even though Zephyr states it’s not as simple, she appreciates the words.

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