#dragonshit

[zexalisliving]

Uh, I have a confession.

I, um... really like the idea of Yuma and Astral having a kid... like... biologically... that's why I read Keyshipping mpreg like The Power of Love and Hopeless by Dragonshite, Astral is what? by Dairey Syns, and like... many others. I know. It's weird. but so is keyshipping, I guess. Idk. comment if you feel the same. or if you disagree.

[zexalislaughing]

It's my headcannon that Yuma reads hentai keyshipping books.

Idk, I was a fan of Zexal (still am), and I really got into Keyshipping. Then I started seeing hentai and stuff about it, and here I am. Drawing animations of Yuma reading one of my favorite keyshipping books called "The Power of Love" by Dragonshite on Ao3. You should really check it out.

[lya-dustin]

Seasons of my love

Bridgeton!Au! Loosely based on S.2 of Bridgeton where the Male!Reader is Anthony and Aemond is Kate Sharma basically.

It was supposed to be heterosexual, but that felt too basic, so have some gays in love this Sunday instead.

Gif by @gameofthronesdaily

Taglist: @gettheetoanunneryimmediatly

It was heard from the Lonely Light to Asshai by the Shadow that if a man wants to court the princess, he must win her brothers’ favor first. So far, no one has been able to secure Prince Aemond’s blessing.

After Helaena and Aegon petitioned their father to stop Ser Otto and the Queen to force them into marriage, court had been filled to the brim with eligible bachelors.

All simpering fools who have the ambition to rival that of his grandsire and none of the personality nor good nature of Laenor, the last man to marry a princess.

Laenor ---despite his degeneracy--- had been knighted in battle, able to charm birds off trees and, most importantly, a dragonrider.

Laenor had also not given a rat’s arse about what his wife did behind closed doors ---or in the stables as Aemond and Aegon discovered a lifetime ago.

This last part is of paramount importance due to what Aemond knows about his beloved sister.

Sweet Helaena should have been named Rhaena, he thinks as he tries to stop mother from hearing his sister calling Lady Elisa Piper her darling wife.

Helaena did not care if her husband loved her or lived that long and often could not discern between friend or foe, so it fell on Aemond to be the shield who protects her from the rakes and Androw Farmans in the lists.

Being her favorite brother and the only one who cares about her wellbeing, was not an easy job, but only he could do it.

Aegon just wanted her married so their dear mama could stop trying to annul his marriage to Cassandra Baratheon.

Daeron was too young and believed the choice should fall on whoever Helaena liked.

Only Rhaenyra backed this scheme of his, horribly enough.

The Princess of Dragonstone is known for having a good eye for men, Ser Criston had grumbled bitterly ---not that Aemond cared to ask for context about his acrimonious feelings towards his elder sister.

She and Daemon would host the suitors in Dragonstone ---she was in confinement due to the imminent birth of her sixth child--- and send him the list of those whose characters they considered good enough for Helaena along with more profuse apologies from her brood of Strong Boys.

The one-eyed prince found himself forgiving Lucerys after the forty-ninth letter written about his guilt and wished to offer his own eye in recompense.

“Perhaps, number nine and forty will win your approval.” Helaena had said as they met this man whom their sister gave a glowing recommendation.

He dressed well, was a knight and a lord.

Lord (Y/N) (L/N) was also handsome, charming and not a piece of dragonshit, or so Daemon had assured him in his letter.

Perfect for my sweet Helaena, Rhaenyra had added in hers.

“You said the same thing about numbers one to eight and forty, mandia.” Aemond said as he eyed you like a horse being brought forth by the horse coursers yesterday.

As usual, the suitor takes great consideration in wooing his sister and trying to establish a sense of friendship with Aemond.

Unlike the rest, however, you take in consideration his likes and dislikes instead of assuming he is into whatever Aegon or the other rakes are into.

You are well-read, amiable, religious but not a zealot and, most importantly, you get along with Helaena like a house on fire.

“They are perfect for each other, don’t you agree?” mother tried her best to get Aemond to like you.

Too perfect.

And while he has become fond of you, dangerously fond of you, Aemond knows he is setting himself, no, his sister for a sure disappointment.

So one night Aemond decides it is time for Aegon’s test.

A test that consists on getting you drunk, asking questions and leave you in a brothel while both brothers come to a verdict.

You don’t drink much, but eventually you are drunk enough to sing a rather scandalous version of Seasons of My Love with him.

One where instead of a maid it is boy.

Aemond finds himself drunk enough to kiss you.

A mistake the both of you blame on the wine.

After all, Aemond is a prince and you are courting his sister.

“I apologize for my behavior, my lord, it won’t happen again.” He had said pretending it was just that. “But I see no reason to deny you my blessings to marry my sister.”

The kiss mean nothing, the prince tells himself even after finding out from Helaena that you prefer men over women and finds her as beautiful as her brother.

It means nothing, Aemond repeats even after he begins to remember how sweet it was.

He claims he feels nothing for you except friendship and yet the wedding day comes and Aemond feels pained enough to try and numb it with wine.

He should not have these feelings for you, he can’t, it goes against nature and the gods of his mother.

But he wants you, wants you in a way he has not wanted a woman or man before.

Aemond makes a toast and cannot keep his eyes away from yours, thinking it unfair that all the qualities he loves about you are on you, a man.

Not just any man, the man married to his favorite sister.

A man he has to pretend is merely a friend for the rest of their lives because the moment Queen Alicent finds out, they are dead.

Later that night, you find him absent-mindedly strumming a lute.

It’s your wedding night, and yet the ones enjoying the bridal chamber are Helaena and her Elissa going by the looks of it.

“Do you take any requests, your highness?” you ask coming to sit beside him.

A dangerous proximity, one where he cannot trust himself to run should his desires and feelings for you get the best of him again.

“Only if its you.” The prince said trying to keep his cool.

“Rather enjoyed that Myrish song the other night. I had hopes to ask for an encore.” You say, hiding your meaning well enough.

“Hmm, what would your bride say?” Aemond knew Helaena had given him the freedom to do as he pleases, but Aemond needs to hear you say it.

“She sees no reason to deny me her blessings to pursue you.” You answer and take advantage of his surprise to return the kiss.

This time it isn’t called a mistake nor blamed on the wine.

This time Aemond dares to do more than just kiss you.

[padfootastic]

hello! here’s a lil drabble/ficlet situation about sirius being super invested in baby harry’s life, to the point he gets annoyed and jealous when he’s not immediately caught up on every little thing.

x

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me.”

Lily entered the dining room to an unusually confrontational scene. On one end of the table was her husband, hands held up, palms facing outward in a gesture matched by the pleading look on his face. Right across from him was Sirius, arms crossed across his chest and a severe frown on his face. In the middle, Harry was sitting with a thumb in mouth, watching his father and godfather intently. Lily was a bit surprised at how quiet he was being—usually the presence of his favorite people meant an overload of squeals and shouts and giggles.

“Padfoot—“ James began only to be cut off by Sirius’ hand swiping through the air.

“No, James, I didn’t expect this from you of all people,” he took a deep breath and Lily was startled to see the emotions play out on his face. “How could you?”

Lily decided to enter the conversation then before things could devolve any further.

“Er, what’s going on here?” In any other situation, the way in which both their heads swivelled to look at her, coupled with the surprise on their face, would’ve been comical but Lily was too distracted to care about that right now. She couldn’t even remember the last time James and Sirius had had a disagreement. Those two just didn’t do that.

Which was another issue all in itself and if she focused too long on it, it made her head hurt (how can two people who spend as much time as they do together never have any tension?? she didn’t get it, didn’t think she ever would). But for now, she had more important things to tend to.

“Well?” She asked again, seeing the expressions change on their face. James was making a face, not unlike a child who’d been caught with their hand in a biscuit jar whereas Sirius had doubled down. His brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a straight line, and the most stubborn expression Lily had ever seen on his face.

“We, er, that is—“ James tried, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s nothing, hon.”

Lily snorted in response. She could see Sirius staring incredulously at James and really, this was just getting weirder by the second.

“Evans,” Sirius said, curtly. She didn’t even bother correcting him knowing it was a lost cause at this point. “Will you please remind your husband that we had an understanding and I won’t stand for him breaking it as he pleases?”

“Sirius—“

Lily doesn’t let James finish his groan before cutting in. “What understanding?”

“Did you and your husband not name me Harry’s godfather for a reason?”

“…yes?”

“And does that not entail certain responsibilities and obligations on my part—“

“…Yes.”

“—as well as yours?” Sirius finished, speaking over her uncertain agreement. Now she was a bit stumped.

“Ours?” She blinked at him, wondering what he was on about. A quick glance in James’ direction showed no help from that side. Her husband had the most resigned expression of exasperation on his face, which was really saying something, considering how often he looked like that.

“But of course!” Sirius said, “You are aware that James has the mirrors, yes?” This time he didn’t even bother waiting for her to nod before continuing. “Which means instantaneous communication.” He stressed the last two words, eyes squinting and a stern wrinkle appearing on his brow.

“Si, stop being so dramatic,” James cut in. “You’re confusing the dragonshite out of Lily.”

She grimaced lightly. “Very elegantly put, darling.” Her dear, dear husband only sent her a cheeky wink in return.

“Fine,” Sirius sneered. “Let me ask you this, then.” He pointed one long, pale finger in her direction, her eyebrows raising at the attempt at intimidation.

“Is it or is it not true that Harry, my godson, crawled on his bum across the living room exactly eight days and three hours ago as of right now?”

She opened her mouth to say—not sure what, exactly, but something. Before she could, though, Sirius had already cut in with an overemphasised, “And. Is it or is it not true that James, once my dearest friend—“

“Once?” James yelped.

“—and you, fellow co-wife—“

“You can’t be serious right now,” James groaned, clearly distressed if he wasn’t considering his egregious word choice.

“—did not even bother to use aforementioned mirror to inform me, post-haste?” Sirius finished dramatically, with the air of someone throwing down the gauntlet. He stared at them with a ridiculous air of triumph around him, daring them to disagree.

Lily could only stare in bemused disbelief at her husband’s best friend, nay, brother. One of her closest friends in his own right. Someone who, by all accounts, was incredibly smart and articulate.

Perhaps his bloodline was making more of an appearance here?

“He really has gone off his rocker, hasn’t he, Lils?” James’ spoke what she dared not say out loud. “Should’ve considered this before putting him in charge of the sprog.”

The words had the intended effect. In front of her wide eyes, Sirius basically puffed up in outrage, reminding her terribly of a charm-dried duck. He leaned forward to wrap a possessive arm around Harry, as if James could’ve been anything but joking and they’d take his precious godchild away from him, keeping him plastered to his chest. Harry, for his part, was as overjoyed as ever. He happily wrapped his chubby fingers around two of Sirius’ and prompt tried to insert the whole thing in his mouth, drooling and chewing gummily.

And Sirius, who was notorious for not even deigning to shake hands with strangers (and on one unavoidable occasion, had actually cast a cleaning charm on his palm the moment they’d stepped back from the handshake), someone who applied three different kinds of purifying charms on anything before using it, barely even spared a glance in his direction beyond pressing a kiss to his crown.

“Well, nothing for it then,” Sirius sniffed, nose slightly in the air in a way that reminded Lily entirely too much of Narcissa Black—not that Sirius would appreciate the comparison, of course. “I’m afraid I must take my godson out and away from this dishonourable institution then.”

And in front of both the Potters’ disbelieving eyes, Sirius actually swept out of the room with their child happily lounging in his arms, neither of them looking back even once.

“James…”

He made an answering squeak, still looking at the doorway through which Harry had basically been kidnapped by an over zealous godfather.

“What just happened?”

Her only response was the sound of his head landing on the table with a thunk.

[izayoichan]

Flynn: Well, ehm.. What does it do? River: Well, it stands around being fluffy and looking fabulous. Like your own Dolly Parton -and he winked playfully- Plus, it's someone to talk to, remember a bit like a cat or a dog. Flynn: But I already talk to Lobo?

River chuckled, he had given Lobo to his son, as they were so close. And he had made Munchie into his familiar, although not locked him to an orb, in a way he had kept him the same cat as always, and just given him the familiar's long life.

River: Lobo is a familiar. Dolly on the other hand needs you to care for her, feed her, and talk to her. Although I am sure you talk to the chickens you have as well, Dolly is trained to react to feelings. Flynn: So if I am angry? River: She will know, and react and behave a certain way. Flynn: Hopefully not spit in my face? River: Hopefully not. -grins- but she might! She’s a lady, she takes no dragonshit. So if she spits on you, you probably just said something stupid.

Flynn just chuckled and shook his head, which had Dolly tilt her head watching him as if waiting for something more. As they stood there, they could all hear small feet coming to see the present as well.

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[tedwardremus]

Snuffles & Son

Chapter 2: Wizarding Library of London

“It’s not just the Lestrange vault that was finally turned over to us. You should see some of the shit some of the other lowlifes were hoarding. Dolohov apparently had human skulls.”

Sirius grimaced at the thought of Death Eaters stashing human remains in their vaults. “Do we know whose skulls?”

“No one recently deceased, probably a few hundred years old.”

Sirius let out a dark laugh, “Well, you’ve got to admire their commitment to the aesthetic, I suppose.” 

Sirius was sitting in front of the fireplace in his sitting room, talking to the disamdobied head of Mad-eye Moody, whose magical eye swiveled around the room, as if scanning for potential threats. Sirius had called Moody early that morning to discuss the cup found in his cousin’s vault.

It wasn’t unusual for Moody to pass a long cursed items from the Ministry to Srius. According to Moody, too many government members would be more likely to pocket a confiscated valuable than dispose of it properly. Sirius was on Moody’s very short list of trusted consultants. 

According to Moody the deal the Ministry finally struck with Gringotts meant the Ministry could inspect property in imprisoned Death Eater’s vaults that were cursed with dark magic or proven to be acquired through terrorist actions or war proffiterring. Everything else in the vaults was to remain untouched. 

Moody gruffly added that “Even with the dragonshit restrictions, the Aurros managed to turn some of the Lestranges gold into a very sizable donation to the permeant spell damage ward at St. Mungos.”

[skinandscales-if]

Hey Rein, if you have a sec, would you mind telling us about the colours that a dragonshiter can be, and if there are any hard limits in your mind about those colours?

Yeah of course! There shouldn’t be any hard limits on the scale colors, in my mind you’re already playing a dragon so stopping at more realistic colors seems nonsensical imo

I can actually give you a quick list of the colors already implemented into the demo as well (you choose for your primary and secondary scale color) and though it may change/alter in the future, I think this is pretty comprehensive

So far we have: red, orange, golden, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, black, gray, white, and brown- and more may be added in future updates!

[fenmere]

proposals:

Duckshit - unexpectedly and unavoidably messy

Dragonshit - relentless

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[lya-dustin]

A Preview for the Bridgerton! AU

Aemond x male!reader ft.lesbian!Helaena and so many refrences to Rhaena Targaryen, the OG Targaryen Lesbian and rider of Dreamfyre.

Thank you @gettheetoanunneryimmediatly for the idea

Gif by @divineandmajesticinone

It was heard from the Lonely Light to Asshai by the Shadow that if a man wants to court the princess, he must win her brothers’ favor first. So far, no one has been able to secure Prince Aemond’s blessing.

After Helaena and Aegon petitioned their father to stop Ser Otto and the Queen to force them into marriage, court had been filled to the brim with eligible bachelors.

All simpering fools who have the ambition to rival that of his grandsire and none of the personality nor good nature Laenor, the last man to marry a princess, had

Laenor ---despite his life of sin--- had been knighted in battle, able to charm birds off trees and, most importantly, a dragonrider.

Laenor had also not given a rat’s arse about what his wife did behind closed doors ---or in the stables as Aemond and Aegon discovered a lifetime ago.

This last part is of paramount importance due to what Aemond knows about his beloved sister.

Sweet Helaena should have been named Rhaena, he thinks as he tries to stop mother hearing his sister calling Lady Elisa Piper her darling wife.

Helaena did not care if her husband loved her or lived that long and often could not discern between friend or foe, so it fell on Aemond to be the shield who protects her from the rakes and Androw Farmans in the lists.

Being her favorite brother and the only one who cares about her wellbeing, was not an easy job, but only he could do it.

Aegon just wanted her married so their dear mama could stop trying to annul his marriage to Cassandra Baratheon.

Daeron was too young and believed the choice should fall on whoever Helaena liked.

Only Rhaenyra backed this scheme of his, horribly enough.

The Princess of Dragonstone is known for having a good eye for men, Ser Criston had grumbled bitterly ---not that Aemond cared to ask for context about his acrimonious feelings towards his elder sister.

She and Daemon would host the suitors in Dragonstone ---she was in confinement due to the imminent birth of her sixth child--- and send him the list of those whose characters they considered good enough for Helaena along with more profuse apologies from her brood of Strong Boys.

The one-eyed prince found himself forgiving Lucerys after the forty-ninth letter written about his guilt and wished to offer his own eye in recompense.

“Perhaps, number nine and forty will win your approval.” Helaena had said as they met this man whom their sister gave a glowing recommendation.

He dressed well, was a knight and a lord.

Lord (Y/N) (L/N) was also handsome, charming and not a piece of dragonshit, or so Daemon had assured him in his letter.

Perfect for my sweet Helaena, Rhaenyra had added in hers.

“You said the same thing about numbers one to eight and forty, mandia.” Aemond said as he eyed you like a horse being brought forth by the horse courses yesterday.

[fandom-oracle]

I stand by this take

[zrii-the-orc]

Ah, hello elf!

Nice food you have there! Very yummy!

I might know a bit of gran's magic, but not as much as her. Just enough to slip out of the caves, even when the boss is as pissed as now geheheh.

Dagam, that little vomit ball, refused to give the war lord spoils. Thought he could get away with it, because he is the bosses son. Stupid! The war lady has returned from a big raid with the bosses other children too, and they are all pissed at Dagam, that useless shit! It's verly loud at home right now. And, of course, I get punished too, because he is my war brother!

I have no idea, who you are talking about. Eru? Mandos? Never heard of them. But I guess it is better then listening to the third orc prince or princess scream at poor, fat Dagam...

But Lurauga might know those guys. She traveled a lot. Met the scary-eyed boss and the flamy shadow in the dwarf-hole. She claimes she ate some blue wearing fucker in the east, some human warlock, killed by a ring wraith, but I call dragonshit. I'll ask her about your father Eru and the shack of that Mandos guy. Maybe she met them too.

I don't think my brother is there though. He died and went to the west cave, where he will find... something. I don't really listen when gran talks about that. It gives me the creeps.

Do you think Aewlir, the elf, grandma managed to learn her name, knows those guys? I might ask her. Oh, and she likes grandma. Says she reminds her of home. Whatever that means. Maybe because grandma has red hair and that weird gemstone necklace...

I'll take the cloak to the Aewlir, but *sighs frustatedly* I guess that means I have to give the sausage to the war lord and lady. I will not make dumb Dagam's mistake. Fuck naahh! The boss is pissed enough!

And I'll try to bathe the elf and myself too. My poor warrior smell! Pity!

Grandma managed to braid the elf's hair. I'm so darkness-fucking jealous. Awelir is my elf! My pet! I should do that, not grandma! But I guess we can bond over bath time. Yuck. *gags at the though of bathing*

But... *hesitates, almost as if ashamed* *chews on an arrow thoughfully, considers, if they should really say that*

Is... is it possible that the elf is on to something? No other orc has red hair here... and grandma is called Virdushum. *Notices that you probably don't undrestand black speech* That means star spell. Sounds damn... unorcish, right? My name means joy, because I was the firstborn gheheh. Dagam is called fat. He was a big cub. Still is. The name fits like a bird in a mouth.

Hey, what is your name? Does it have a meaning too? And what has my elf's name to do with birds. Gran says it has...

Oh, and do you know why elves love flowers so much? I gave mine some to wipe her ass and she almost cried with joy. Now she keeps them in my cave. In a little bowle by the fire. Waters them and everything. Very strange.

...

What do you MEAN the bird wants us to leave? Is it the goblins? Nasty fuckers! But if it's not... I can't risk getting spotted. I am not alowed to leave tha cave after all...

*mutteres some strange words and Zrii's form merges with the shadowes* *Only her quick steps can be heard rushing away*

*A very chewed on arrow is the only thing left behind*

An odd meeting in the Night

Started here and here in case someone is into reading role-play I guess?

@zrii-the-orc

The unusuals manuscripts of the conversation between Elleth and Orc

I shall continue to write in my old tongue after all how many can read Quenya still?

I traveled far and wide, met wizards and Hobbits,saw the Sun come up for the first time after years of darkness and ice.

Grieved over Kings and Queens.

But yet I never met a Orc that doesn't go for the kill the moment it's beady eyes see me.

Would this just be me,I might not think about that much.

The Valar blessed me with luck and a silver tongue.

But it Zrii has another Elleth. A young naive girl,that thought traveling alone is safe.As if the shadows are gone!But I know there are not gone. Evil will preserve the same way as we do. Hiding

Oh Eru Ilúvatar is this a test? To see how far my kindness go?

Elven fairer, wiser and stronger told me many times that just Death can give those poor creatures Peace.

But as long as Zrii is kind I will be-

There are some rustling and shuffling in the bushes that stops the elven-lady in her writings.

But she didn't worry as she knew from the pungent Odor that whiffed over that it is her Guest of the night.

Greetings frie-Zrii !

Glad to see that my second bird survived your War-sibling.

I thought alot about you and your kin in the past days but I like to answer your questions first if you don't mind.

And to give you something to fill your belly and keep your mind at rest, I brought you some blood sausage and sautéed liver!

It goes well with this "black bread" that's what the race of men call it.

Give it a try! For me it is too tart and metallic tasting so it should be to your liking.

Now listen closely.

You will find nor here nor there a Elve of any kin that marks you different because of your gender.

*The elven women stares directly in your eyes,the silver light making you squint*

We are all Eru Ilúvatars children.

*She looked away and sighted heavy*

The race of men have some different beliefs depending where you look.

Why?

I don't understand either.

But they are short lived and marred by Morgoth since the beginning. The big black what your grandmother called him.

She must be powerful. None of my birds remembered anything specific even though they did found you.

There is great and powerful witchcraft going on in the misty mountains.

I never thought it would be a old Uruk but oh well...

It seems to be going both ways, as you come here alone and I don't think that has something to do with your kindness

*there is a knowing smirk on the elven face*

Do you know how to do magic perhaps?

Regardless!

My condolences to the passing of your brother. May he find peace in Mandos Halls.

Or where do you think he will go?

As you mentioned before that the Elleth would like to bath. Your right and that is very thoughtful of you.

For touching her hair...it is commonly known as rude to touch a Elve without permission. And we take much pride in our hair.

There are of course exceptions like if you are secretly a King, but that doesn't happen often.

Maybe show her that you mean well and let her touch your hair first?

After a good thorough wash please

Place the...bone charms next to her and let her choose. The same with the clothes your willing to give her. Before I forget!

Please take my cloak with you as a gratitude of mine.

*you receive a dark grey cloak with no adornments but the softest material you ever touched,so light ; warmth is spreading to your fingertips*

This will compensate any Clothes you might give the young girl.

You might want to hide it so that your Leader can't steal from you but the cloak should be unassuming looking enough!

*The Elven women soft smile wanes and she looks sadly over to you*

If you mind can you ask the Elleth what her name is again?

She should be calmer by now and I know of a few missing Elleths...

I also would like you to d-

*a small birds comes flying through the bushes its chirping sound aggravated in you ears, but what do you know? you are a orc all birds sound the same to you*

It is time for you to leave Zrii.

Go forth and go swiftly with the twilight of the night.

Until we meet again.

[pro-86]

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[heart-of-flames]

I know you say you have a lot of plans, but I can’t help but think they’re going to be as good as the final season of Game of Thrones. Just saying.

Maybe you should say a little less, dear Anon.

[nccarrcws]

"dragonshite." closing the gap to stand before his chair, she leveled him with a daggered glare. "you were studying me, goyle. i know the look." she'd given the look many a time, even seen it in the eyes of others as they sought to suss her out. to find a weakness. it was the quickest way to put her on edge, staring. hands placed firmly on her hips to purposefully take up the space before him and hinder any escape attempt, she raised a single brow. "show me what you were doing." it wasn't a question.

greg wasn't a sharer of his talents, not to many at least. at so when the tiny yet intimidating second year stood tall, his first instinct had been to cover the page, crumple it even. "it's... divination shite," he lied, having now leaned back even further in his chair, the easiest, coolest way of gaining distance without a sideeye. at least as far as he was aware of. "supposed 'ta journal a day but it all blends." he shrugged alongside his lie, teeth grit together in the background. "was just thinkin's all."