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020may · 4 years ago

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a message to my teens...

I’m starting this letter to myself on May 15, 5 days before I turn 20. As my teen years come to an end, I want to take the time to reflect a bit on who I am, as I venture into my twenties.

13 was the age that you graduated elementary school, and started high school.

I remember being scared of the change into high school, and all the scary upperclassmen. I was worried how it would feel to not be in the same class all day with all the same classmates. But in a way, I suppose, I was excited to meet new friends. I was always told that in high school you make friends that you keep for a long time. And, I’m still friends with them today.

You wrote a letter to your future self when you were 13. In it you talked about how you were upset about the lack of a proper graduation ceremony and not being able to go to Playland or Cultus. I suppose I still wish we got to go, I know it would’ve been so fun. But I had other chances to go, and I had other opportunities to spend time and make memories with my friends and classmates. Something that you mentioned in your letter was that you were upset that you couldn’t walk criss-cross into the seats, and how it's the little things like this that make the ceremony something worth remembering. I don’t want to invalidate your feelings in any way, I know it was really upsetting, but I want you to know, in the future you completely forgot that walking in criss-cross was a thing. You’ll feel better about this with time.

To be honest, I don't feel like I can explicitly recall anything memorable from 14. I think this was when you started making some new friends, some of your closest friends to this day. I hope it brings you comfort to know that whatever troubles you were facing, future you doesn’t remember. Those social studies tests you worried and stressed so much about don’t mean anything now. Whatever grade you got on a project, really doesn’t affect you in the future.

I remember, when you turned 15, you had this epiphany of “oh my gosh I’m old”. 15 seemed like that age you always saw in movies and books and tv shows, and now all of a sudden you were that age. There was that time when you went to Vancouver Island, and at the ferry station, you were asked your age, and you weren’t used to being 15 so you said 14. It was a weird moment, and marked the moment where I started to become so self conscious of my age. At this age I started feeling old. (looking back you really were so young).

I think it was at this age, school started getting a bit more busy and started mattering more to you. Your course load was definitely harder than in grade 8 and 9, and grade 10 marks started showing up on your transcript. I think you were learning for the first time on how to deal with all of these tests and assignments and projects. It 15 was the first time you started feeling overwhelmed at times, and sometimes you had dark thoughts. I want you to know that you got through it all. That despite those worries you had, things were okay. You were strong.

You made a portfolio for Mr. Roberts’s English 10H class. It’s really nice to look back on sometimes. I hope that you’ll make one in the future again, or rewrite some of the stuff in there. 16 was another special age of growth. I think when you were 16, that’s when you started to really care about how you looked. And that meant you felt insecure a lot. And that meant you hated the way you looked a lot, you hated it so much.

You were in grade 11, and you started to feel pressure about university and what you would study in the future. Looking back in my diary, I can tell that you were stressed and you were lost and you were tired. I hope you know things will be okay. It’s okay to be lost sometimes. I hope you can learn to lean on the people around you. And don’t stress too much about university, you made it to one in the end.

At 17, you entered your last year of high school. 17 was another where I think I had an epiphany about my sudden oldness. I think the beginning may have been tough, you were worried about SATs and universities and essays and you doubted yourself a lot. At this age you started to care a bit less about others. Maybe it was because you were now part of the oldest students at school, and maybe it was because you knew all your classmates a bit better. You started to care a bit less about others, and you felt a bit more comfortable with class presentations, felt a bit more comfortable just being loud with your friends, but I know deep down you still cared a lot about what others thought. But I'm proud of how far you’ve come. I know at this age you definitely started reflecting a lot on your younger self, and you started thinking a lot about how you wished you did things differently when you were younger. I hope that you learn that this means you can start to change things going forward.

I think 17 was also an age where you started having more adventures with your friends, or just going out with them more. It was likely because you had more time after uni apps. But I really liked it. Artona pics, going out to eat, everything. They’re all precious memories. I think 17 was a really happy year for you.

18 was a very special age to you, and it’s a very special age to me now. It was a year of transition. Officially, you became an adult. You were old enough to vote. You graduated high school, and you moved to university. It was a new start into your adulthood, although it didn’t feel so much like adulthood and felt more like “what-the-hell-am-I-doing-hood”. A lot happened at 18.

At 18, you finished your last month of high school. Honestly, it was the best month of high school. You went to prom, you spent lots of time with your friends, had many new experiences. You graduated high school, and on the last day when you were getting your yearbook signed, you saw a lot of classmates for the last time. A lot of people you realized you would no longer have any reason to see anymore. After graduating high school, you and your friends went on a grad trip. You went to Korea and Taiwan with them, and later to Shanghai by yourself. It was the best summer. It’s one that I think I will always look back on. A trip representing youth. I miss it a lot.

You then moved to Toronto to go to University. In high school, you were always excited by the thought of University. You looked forward to the independence, being able to go out with friends late at night, and being in downtown Toronto, where it was easy to go anywhere. But you remember right? You were so scared when you first moved. You cried on the first night. Some time throughout the year you cried many times. You missed home. You missed the comfort of being in a city you knew. It was hard. You were also shy, and had a hard time making new friends. I want to tell you that it’s okay. It’s okay to cry and miss home, it’s okay to feel lonely. It’s okay. You’ll be okay.

And then covid-19 hit and you got sent home. And things started getting weird.

And this is where I am now. It’s May 19, 10:30pm and I’m trying to finish this letter before midnight hits.

This year was definitely special, not just for me but for the whole world. I spent the entirety of being 19 stuck in this pandemic. (I truly hope things can go back to normal soon.)

19 was definitely a tough year, and I really struggled a lot. With school being online, I found it hard to stay focused and motivated, and I fell behind a lot. I felt isolated. My mental health really plummeted, and I think it was lower than it has ever been in my life. I cried a lot, I was sad a lot, I thought about death a lot. It was a dark time, especially in the first half. I felt lonely a lot too.

I think I started to get a bit better with a bit of time, and I was able to carry on with a schedule. I’ve been happier, but I’ve also been sadder. This year just seemed to pass by, with days bleeding into each other. School scares me, and the future scares me. It’s hard to think that in less than 2 years I will be graduating and moving even further into adulthood. I’m so scared. I don’t think I can handle the responsibilities, and I don’t think I can manage everything, and I feel overwhelmed just thinking about it. I’m scared of growing up. I’m really scared.

Going into my twenties, I’m scared of so many things that lie ahead. My teen years have always felt like they were supposed to represent my youth. Leaving that behind and walking into what seems like a completely new world is scary. But I hope I can learn to trust myself just a little bit more.

Good luck...

From,

19 year old Jessica

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kanene-yaaay · 5 years ago

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Reasons to Smile

Kanene's Notes:

Reasons to smile:

Today wasn't a sunny day, and I wake up early, which was pretty cool so that way I had time to finally finish my fanfic and post it. Oh, I have internet, and this is also awesome, since I can show this fanfic and talk with you all because of it. And the fun thing about Sun is that is okay the fact that it wasn't showing up a lot today because you guys alone are enough to light up my day and warm my heart. So thank you for being here and being so strong in these tough times, my lollipop!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Roman!Patton and Ler!Patton/Ler!Virgil/Ler!Roman (It can be seen as Romantic or Platonic LAMP/CALM).

*Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 4.500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* I'm very happy I finally managed to finalize this fanfiction! I made an personal goal to make to each one of the Light Sides a tickle fic focused on them specifically (Virgil = Vulnerable; Logan = It started when... ; Patton = Patton has a secret) and that was the last one! I'm already starting another project which I hope to post soon, so donut worry! I will be opening my Ask Box for prompts, however I will make a post about it, soon! <3

* E a versão em português brasileiro!

* Masterpost in case you wanna see my others works! <3

*Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, read a good story, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

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Roman felt he was the least heroic hero from all the Mind Palace. It was horrible, like a sensation which seemed to start in his chest, in that deepest part of him where the soul is, and began to spread through all his body. First his throat, making it dry and with tons and tons of lost words never said, then it went to his stomach, leading it to weight as much as his legs, which didn’t felt have any strength left to stand or move in any direction; his eyes looked as dikes about to broke and flood everything in they way, and, in the end, he didn’t felt any cold, however this didn’t stopped him from drow himself in tons of comforters and teddy bears just like he currently was.

As he said before: Not even a drop of heroism.

The soft, warm pile moved some time later as the prince emerged from it, not completely healed, but at least a little better after the nap he had. His hand moved with a flourish in the air, summoning Crofter’s, because he was addicted to this jelly after the musical video, and started to eat, feeling his face getting dirty with his own clumsy actions already inserted in his being.

Jelly on his face, messy hair, tired, sleepy eyes… Yep, definitely these were the ‘royal days’ which any Fairy Tale ever utter. None chapter mentioning, explaining how were the thousands of days in the tower waiting, dreaming; not a page dedicated to the lonely afternoons wandering through the forest in seek of a beauty lady with skin pale as snow, or even some phrases about the months surrounded and arrested in himself that Maui had to struggle and neither three or four verses about all the sleepless nights watered in guilty that the Beast had gone through.

Perhaps, it was because in the end…

- Nobody cares that much. - The words sounded even tougher when left his lips and Roman felt himself squirm as if it had inflicted a physical blow. He shook his head, knowing very well the bottomless well he was burying himself into.

He took a deep breath and opened the desk drawer picking up the old-looking folder, with a single draw of a feather outlined with glitter in its cape. He leaned on the bed’s headboard and opened the emergency folder for ‘heroic moments not so heroic of life’ as he liked to call it.

There were all that intimate stories. The ones we do just for ourselves. The arts in which we are inserted in the world that we chose in the way we wish… Stories with a plot very much deeper that the one traced on papers and the chats and scenes which that had already been turned over, reinvented and transformed again and again and again in the mind of the creative aspect. Took a good sip of air and released slowly in the paper with doodles at the edges. The traces and dialogues started to float from them and dance in the wind, recreating, reorganizing and materializing themselves in the characters, places and contexts previously determined. His trace was light and clear, seeming to flow slightly and naturally with the wind as his room began to take a form of a magnificent forest.

Roman observed the stories unfold before him, sporadically remembering the jokes he had written much longer ago and the trail each action leaded the character. He remembered also the ideas he had when wrote every single one of these words and how much happy he was just by the simple fact he was putting them on lines, without even realizing it Roman found himself with a small smile finding way to his features along with some salty drops pioneering trails down his cheeks and his hand centimeters away from the holograms, doomed to his destiny of always being capable to have any scenario, character and plot at his fingertips, but nothing more than that.

His not so optimal thoughts were pulled out of him when laughter and teasing cut the place and almost automatically made a pleasant shivers ran across his body. Now a real smile took over his face without he even noticing it, his eyes attentive to every detail of the protagonist being pinned in the floor and attacked by his other two friends.

Not a common attack, of course, because Roman could be anything but ‘common’. That, as the majority of the stories, which were in that folder, was a story developed around… tickling.

So, nothing more fair than the principal character, being the hurried and naturally inattentive adventurer who he was (and because in the last day he had a problematic night) didn’t noticed that, when he went to land the ship he forgot to do the necessary procedures before it (he would need to question Logan about the functions from a ship’s painel control later) and because of that the automobile suffered severe damage by the time it hit the ground. Then, nothing more fair than, while the ship was being repaired, both of his best friends tickled him by the same amount of time (which, sure, was a lie, because they would stop immediately when noticed his ‘victim’ had researched his limit. However, the merely possibility of that happens and the teasing they directed towards him about this only made the entire situation more ticklish and playful.)

(What? It was like said: the thing put on the paper is only the beginning of the whole iceberg behind the plot.)

When a story was over, the words returned floating to the paper where they belonged, the scribbles being again fixed, and then Roman took another one and brought it to life, sometimes closing his eyes in order to concentrate even more on the laughter and try to visualize fingers dancing in his most ticklish spots.

Just the thoughts about it leaded to ghost sensations ran across his entire spine. The papers fell with each story that ended and floated gracefully to the ground, because, later he would busy himself with the task of tidying up all that mess.

Later.

(~*~)

He left his room, already having organized it and saved his little folder back to its original place (one story was missing, probably lost in some corner of his forest. He would care about this another day, though. He was tireeeeeed.). He was interrupted some quick times by Thomas seeking to discuss new goals and dreams they could perceive in the next moths and someday in the future, which made him to be late for the dinner and, consequently, his entire routine after meal, and it was for that reason which at ten at night the aspect of passion and creativity was washing his clothes for the next video, that may or may not would be in the morning. Something which made him almost pray to not rain in the next day so he wouldn’t need to take his vestments to dry in the forest in his room.

Since it was almost IMPOSSIBLE to find anything by own will and not literally tripping over them (Not that this ever happened before with his teddy bear which went there to take some sunlight after a particularly strong storm in the Mind Place. Pffff. Of course not. Prince doesn’t stumble, or have teddy bear neither!! Who told you that??) in that indomitable world just as the creativity...

Wait…

Ah, that was why this world was his room and he is the aspect of creativity and… aaahh! Now the things made sense...

My goshly gosh, now he was beginning to look for logic in the pieces of his routine. OK. Red alert. Abort Mission! Sad days made him WAY too philosophical and like Logan. Abort Mission!

His foot leaded him to the living room, letting the washing machine do its job, his mind in a battle to decide which Disney to watch and which ones had duration just a bit longer than the washing process. His eyes landed in the television and his body froze for a piece of second.

“Reasons to smile today”

That's what the paper stuck to the device's screen said. It was a notebook’s common paper, the words scribbled a bit stronger than the necessary amount, however this wasn’t the cause of the guardian of dreams and passion stop in the way to his happiness.

And yes what that phrase meant.

It was a Logan’s idea (amaze!) which emerged in a particularly difficult period for Thomas.

It was really simple, to be honest: every day all the sides got together, more specifically in the breakfast, and told at least one reason to smile and look forward that day. Usually it was Patton who listed more than half of the reasons in almost every meetings, them being memories, peoples or places, e that constantly managed to rip out a good smile and that warm, cozy feeling in their chest.

But, when the moral aspect was feeling too much down for the activity, Roman always jumped with a good future, those where all their dreams were accomplished, Logan always brought some good memories and neutral facts and Virgil always came with someone. One supported the other and vice versa.

Those were really tough moments, nevertheless also were the moments which consolidated them as a famILY.

The royal member held de paper, the entire room bathed in a silence in which he could swear to amplificate his heartbeats. It was possible to notice there was something written in the back of it, so he turned it.

“Your unwavering courage.”

The lights went off and two hands digged in his sides, a scream getting stuck in his throat and his reflexes to punch what touched him was equally restrained by THAT specific sensation.

- NAHAHAHAHAHA! – His laughter was quick to fill each piece of the silent before installed in the place, his own hands swinging from left to right without really managing to do something, completely different from the ones which attacked him, each single finger mixing between wriggling, kneading, trembling and giving an extra special attention to every inch it could research. He quivered, his legs weakening with the flow of laughter. - WHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHO I-I-IS - A particularly mean poke in his lowest rib made his voice to fail, a new shade of blush painting his features. - ACK! - An amused snort could be heard from behind him, the tickling fingers found the new sound interesting and now spent their time slowly spidering up and down his ribs. Light, quick and crazy tickles dancing and spreading with each touch. - nahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

He knew this game, knew how to play it. He just needed to find out who was attacking him. Whilst his squirming, his hands tried to hold or touch anything from who was behind him. A hint. Any hint.

Roman grabbed a wrist. It was uncovered, but there was fabric right behind it. Just one of them wore clothes long-sleeved - His thoughts seemed to run and vanish as fast as the squeaks and yelps between his hearty laughter - Just one of them wore vestments long-sleeved…

The unknown wrist released itself from his hold, quickly deviating its attention to his upper ribs. His legs weakened and he fell in the ground, the tickling following all his moves and don’t stopping to attack him with light kneads and pinches, even with all his fighting.

- Anahahahahahahahah-anahahahahaha!!! - His eyes closed in attempt to focus for the name slip already, but his laughter seemed to control all his breath and mind. -ANXIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHETY! NAHAhahahaha!!

The fingers slowed down, almost stopping, which allowed the aspirant of royalty finally take some deep quick, delightful breathes, his low and wobbly giggles intertwined with fast squeals being fed up by two index fingers that still poking and lightly teasing that exact spot that connect his armpits and ribs.

- Thahahahahank Beyohohohohcé.

- Tsc. - The purple aspect clicked his tongue and even though everything was bathed into darkness, Roman could perfectly imagine the expression in the other’s face. A sharp look. A marvelous smirk. Uh oh - We work with names here, Squeaky Princey.

F U C-

- Nononohohoho! wAHAHAHAHAHAIT- He even attempted to escape, sure, but was already giggling even before the hands came back to his sides in full speed. His laughter exploded from his lips, his legs and arms also dancing and struggling without any real effort and his eyes closing tightly.

This jerk had told his name a few days ago and KNEW that none of them has get used to call him by that yet. He k n e w.

- YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOUR STUHUHUHUHUUHUHUHP-NO! WHAHAHAHAHAHA-WHAHAHAHAHAIT!! - Snort. More high-pinched uncontrollable laughter. Squeal. More laughter. Did one of them belong to the emo side or did he imagined it? - LEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET ME T-T-THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHINK!!!

Roman could feel the name in the tip of his tongue, somewhere between his loud and attention demanding crackles. Yes, right there, between his bright, mesmerizing smile and that warmth in his chest that seemed to spread through all across his face. He felt like would melt at any moment. Since when his smile could get this big?

- VIRHIHIHIHIHIHIHIGIL!!! IT IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS VIRGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL!!!

- Ding ding ding. – The lights went on again and the royal aspect deposited his hands on the floor, his remain giggles flowing from his mouth as those butterflies and that cozy sensation kept flying in his stomach. - Strike.

- Yohohohou will feel my rahahahahag- However, when he turned, blushed features and teary eyes, to see the fear in his enemy's face as he uttered his promise of vengeance, the prince only found nothing. A gigantic piece of void where the purple one should be standing. The sheet preserved itself in the ground, calm and plain, in the same position he had left it, as it mocked about all the mess that happened seconds ago.

- Who are you looking at, subject? - But the sparkles in his eyes removed any heat of his words.

He went to the laundry and now headed to his room. Being completely honest, he didn't felt a single drop of will to sleep right now, the previous ‘attack’ continued as a mystery. Of course, they all were extremely close, but... tickles? It have been a long time since this artifice was used among them. It was something almost as old as that phrase or that game…

Ok. Something was smelling really strange here.

Maybe it was his new cologne which- No, wait, Roman! Focus, focus!

Maybe it was…

An adventure.

And what kind of royalty he would be if he denied an adventure?

Unsheathed his sword and kept his track to his room, confident and brave footsteps echoing in the hallway.

A quick and muffled ‘thump’ could be heard from his room, which automatically activated all the instincts from the extra side, because of that, in a matter of few seconds the wooden object was already being thrown in the ground by a smiley Roman, who managed to support himself in the only feet that didn’t hurted, since apparently, knocking -ha!- a door down with one (or more, shhh) kick can have consequences (How he was supposed to know?).

- BOW TO YOUR PRINCE AND MAY I DECIDE TO SPARE YOU! - His heroic pose was totally ignored, because the place was empty. His eyes analyzed each corner and each shadow, without really finding anything that give the slightest tip that any other life being beyond him even stepped there.

And then his gaze bumped in a shiny, polished black shoe, half completely hidden under his bed, making a danger joyful grin to spread in his features. All his shoes were Disney tematic and had their own day and outfit and any of them had this shade of black.

(Maybe the Ursula’s one was the one that looked more like, but even with this in mind it was very distinguishable the difference between a dark-purple and a basic dark, please!)

His footsteps leaded him quietly, a perfect contrast with all the shouting from pieces of time ago. He slowly bent down, prepared to grab the shoe and whoever was wearing it and…

- HA! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD TRICK M- Good point: The shoe came easily out. Bad point: it was because it was empty, which was the reason for his glorious victory statement being, and and very rudely by the way, interrupted. Roman indignantly scoffed; he refused to let the victory escape so easily through his fingers! He was the embodiment of dreams, persistence and hope and he. wouldn’t. give. up. so. easily!!

Inflated by his own enthusiasm, the royal side knelt down, noticing only a paper on the floor in a place a little further under his bed. Just a little crawl was necessary to solve the problem, with a gleam of determination in his glare Roman firmly held the hint, excitedly bouncing his legs, the only part of his body that wasn’t covered by the furniture.

"Your persistence and mind of an untamed nature."

Before he could even process a bit more the meaning contained in the words, which apparently were a continuation from previous paper, the prince felt a strong arm embrace his ankles, his shoes being removed with a slowly calm that didn’t related with the adrenaline which exploded in himself and now across his arteries. His ‘mind of an untamed nature’ understanding exactly what was about to happen and finding zero ways to run away from his fate.

- NO!!! Don’t you dare!! - One of his shoes fell with a muffled hit on the ground. - I-I… hehehe…! - Giggles began to took over his throat. His other shoe fell as well, a cold, excited shiver ran down his spine. - No!! - A finger lightly positioned itself in the exact center of his feet, all his nerves vibrated in expectation. - NononononNo!

The finger started to scratched softly, its nail slided without a single bit of hurry across his feet in a move that went from the tip of his toes to his heel, just to add another finger in the movement and calmly repeat the pattern over and over and over and over… Until all his five stupid tickly fingers were tickling him.

Roman tried to escape from the gap in his ankle, his eyes as tighten as his lips, refusing to brake his barrier.

The one who ‘attacked’ changed his technique a few times, going from circular motions to quick scribbles, however, he hasn’t rewarded with more than some muffled squeaks and snorts from the other. The fingers moved away, giving Prince time enough to recover profusely his breath, almost don’t hearing the soft humming which filled the air for some little pieces of heartbeats.

Roman already had the name in the tip of his tongue. The letter alone was enough of a clue, albeit… the possibility to finish with the playing caused a part of himself to quiver sadly. He didn’t wished to end with this moment… No… In truth…

He didn’t wanted this feeling to end. A feeling that made him excited, electric, feeling like he could run fifty kilometers nonstop. This sentiment, which automatically produced a smile in his features and made he really believes, realizes that he was…

Was loved.

Perhaps it was this the reason that his mouth opened even before his brain processed his provocation, challenger tune that impregnated his next words:

- Há! My dear enemy! Your faux fighting techniques would never be able to defeat a prince like mí! - The creativity side could feel the anticipation, the danger sign glowing in a bright red, and launched his final card: his cocky laughter (and extremely natural. Of course, he never trained hours and hour in a diversity of tunes and expressions in front of his mirror. Humpft. Of course not. That was one of princes’ natural gifts.) of victory.

The same that was interrupted seconds after by the twenty nails that scratched the absurdly, extremely ticklish skin under his toes. Roman could swear that not even in his years of theater he managed to achieve this high tune.

- Ohohohohoh! NohohohohohOHOHOHOhohohoho! – His head shook desperately, his legs bouncing and fight for their lives and freedom, his laughter, now breathless and full of half pleas of mercy, dancing through his room.

A part of himself, one which wasn’t maddened with all this tickling, all the fingers that attacked merciless every little centimeter of his feet and his reverberated laughter, fought against his flight instincts, leading the whole scribbles, pokes and wriggles to find the minimum of resistance as possible (Not that the Tickler will ever know it, sure.)

- PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE - A nail found a very particularly sensible spot right under his big toe releasing a series of snorts and yelps throughout his already uncontrollable, wobbly laughter. The tickling was unbearable, but in a very different, more lightly, way than the previous attack, and that was making him crazy. - PleasepleasepleAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSEHEHEHE!! NAHAHAHAhahahahHAHAHAHahahahahaHAHAHAHA!!

Roman persisted for a few more seconds, his entire body, despite the tickles being focused in just one place, squirmed. He only allowed the name to slip for his tongue when his laughter and giggles, it depended from the spot and apparently his ‘enemy’ wasn’t satisfied in choose just one, started to steal his breath. His hand hit the cold floor of his room.

- LOGAN!!! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT IS Lohohohhohohohogan!!

The tickles were decreasing until finally stop, making the tingles in his soles not as intense as the that took over his ribs and sides before in the living room. Roman, in the exact moment, which felt the gap in his ankle to weaken, pulled his feet closer, rubbing them.

- Undoubtedly correct. - It could be his tickled mind pranking him, but the dreamer could swear he heard a hint of amusement in the other’s voice. It didn’t took longer for the prince to catch the characteristic sound of sinking, which resulted him quickly attempting to get out of under the bed to reach the one with glasses, after all, their battle hadn’t ended yet!!

- Wait right there! Don’t you freaking dare to- And, once again, his sentence was interrupted. Now for a little snort that flied from his lips when the logic aspect ran softly his fingers at his feet, making the prince to retract in defense, giving him time enough to disappear with a smirk, half joyful and half cocky, adorning his face.

Roman really tried to be angry, but how much heated was his features and how much euphoric he was in the moment proved this action to be a little more difficult, which definitely wouldn’t aplacate his future revenge, of course.

Now, though, his only plan was to take a shower and then sleep. For that he forced his tired body to get up and head his bathroom, part smiling and part yawning. He opened his door and stretched, feeling his bones to crack and muscles to relax.

And then his gaze found the paper stuck in the mirror above his sink, his instinct screaming in a red alert for knowing very well the next step in this game.

- NO! - Maybe it was the tiredness, however, before he could turn around to try to stop the attack a pair of hands hit in his armpits, something that made his legs automatically to fail and every and any coherent thought be tossed away from his brain to a far far away. The laughter already falling in great waterfalls from his mouth.

- PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADREHEHE! - His real laughter, that specific one that only appears when his most ticklish spot is being attacked with the most ruthless tickles, was loud, thunderous and definitely an easy sound to be noticed from miles away, Roman almost could feel his blush to spread across his neck just imagining Logan and Virgil smiling as heard him reverberate around the house. – NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

- Ooooooh? - Patton’s playfully tune would be definitely impossible to hear if he wasn’t so close of his ears, his words leading to even more tickles and shivers in the other. - It seems that our little pretty prince here is ticklish? Coothie coothie coo! Oh, no! What are you gonna do? Huh? Huh? What our powerful, brave Prince Roman will do to escape from the Tickle Monster? Huh? Huh? Kitty Kitty Coo! My dear and ticklish prince!!

- NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO TEASIHIHIHIHIHIHIIHIHING, PAHAHAHAHAHATTON!

The creativity’s embodiment trashed back and forth, his head shaking, perhaps in attempts to remove all the red in his face, maybe trying to dislodge those fingers that poked, kneaded, drummed and tickled every available skin they could research. Tears began to accumulate in the corner of his eyes,

And, even with all his effort, his conscient parte still struggled against his instincts to escape and making him to get as close to the moral aspect as possible, almost laying on him.

- But how could I ever stop when knowing that this give me access to all these cute squeals? - A poke in the right place and Roman exemplified his words. Patton giggled. - Not mentioning this wonderful and melodious laugher, Roman! It is adorable!!! - The paternal side seemed as happy as he did, the royalty aspirant could feel their laughter in harmony, and maybe (maybe, only!) his heart had melted a little. Or it was just his tears falling from his eyes, his mind was a mess, okay? Don’t ask for details nor logic.

His laughter, high pinch squeals, snorts and breathless giggles endured for some more minutes before Roman pushed himself forward, laughing a plea to stop, which the one who wears cardigan promptly answered. They leaned against the wall, feeling the cold of the concrete aplacate the heat of the remaining giggles.

For some seconds both stayed in silence, calming down.

- Whahahat did you write?

- Huh? - Patton blinked a few times, leaving his thoughts and staring the other with a stunning smile.

- In the paper. I couldn’t read… And I expected a honest attack from you, padre! Attacking enemies from behind is very immoral!

- Hehehehe! - Genuine smile, hands up as an act of surrender. - Anything goes in love and war.

- Really bold words for someone so close from my fingers! - Roman showed an evil grin, punctuating each one of his words with pokes in the other’s belly, making him squirming in a sea of quick giggles, pushing his hands.

- You stop right there, mister! - Protested, his glare assuming a paternal glint. - Tomorrow we have a video to record and we need to sleep early! Thomas will need his creativity radiant and rested!

The prince whined, hands moving in exaggerated gestures and laying dramatically on the floor, following with his eyes as a smiling Patton stood up and pulled the paper from the mirror.

- Ah! I wrote: ‘Your golden heart!’, but I think I should have written about your stories! - Roman felt his blood freeze, a quick flashback from the morning passing before his eyes. The holograms, flying scenarios, sheets falling, Thomas calling him to do something, the lost paper… - They’re amazing and give really ncredible ideas.

His face suddenly looked as if it had been set on fire and for the first time in a long time the prince found himself speechless while the one with the glasses deposited the paper in his hands, kissed his forehead, wishing ‘Good night~’ before getting out, humming softly and disappeared from the other’s vision.

Roman buried his face in his hands, grunting in frustration, which wasn’t too much easy to do when a smile from ear to ear looked to be stuck in his features.

Yes, they had gave him a plenty of reasons to smile.

Maybe it was for that reason that most of the stories didn’t told about these days, these moments… Perhaps because they were from such great and strong heroism that it was almost impossible to be entirely put in just one plot.

And it was for that reason that Roman, while sitting on his bed, pencil and paper in hands, wanted to be the first one to do so.

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trickormemes · 6 years ago

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The Lego Movie 2: The Second Part sentence starters

119 starters feel free to change gender pronouns ‘read more’ added for length

“Well, things sure have a way of working out smoothly.”

“There’s no need to fight anymore. I got this.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Don’t worry, _____! Everything can still be awesome!”

“I don’t care, it’s just feelings. Stuff ‘em down.”

“Show weakness and you’ll be eaten alive.”

“It’s totally on brand for me to be a loner with a broken heart. It’s what the fans want.”

“Coffee! The bitter liquid that provides the only semblance of pleasure left in these dark times.”

“Oh, my goshness! Did I interrupt you brooding just now?”

“Ah, this brooding sesh is not really going anywhere.”

“What’s the scariest thing you can think of?”

“That was definitely just a dream, right? Not some vision of the future?”

“It’s going to attract aliens and get destroyed.”

“You gotta stop pretending everything is awesome. It isn’t.”

“We have to be hardened and battle-ready. Both of us.”

“Look, look! A shooting star! Make a wish!”

“It’s like it knows our every move!”

“Get us home as fast as you can! Go, go!”

“No offense, I read no leadership qualities from you. My readout confirms you to be soft, fragile, and a less than worthy opponent.”

“Well, if you say 5:00, people show up at 5:15 anyway. And if you say 6:00, people start expecting dinner, it’s a whole thing.”

“You know, maybe let us handle it.”

“Uh, am I the only one creeped out by this?”

“Trust me, it’ll be totally terrifying! … Terrific. That’s what I meant.”

“There’s no reason at all to be suspicious of me.”

“I won’t lie, it’s actually very suspicious that you’re leading with this.”

“Come on, do not fall for this.”

“Her story checks out. She’s cool, not evil.”

“Y’all are so dusty, tough, and grouchy.”

“Hey, you mind if I save your life?”

“That’s when I learned… There was no one I could trust but me.”

“You’re so much more cool and grown-up than me. You could teach me!”

“You go soft, you’re playing their game. You’re gonna have to learn to grow up, and grow up fast.”

“_____, I promise you won’t regret it.”

“It’s clearly a cover for some catastrophic event.”

“Well, we’ve been talking for a while. I’m not sure why you’d say ‘hello’ now… But fine. Hello to you.”

“Isn’t that beautiful? I’ll answer that. It’s very beautiful.”

“I carry my tortured past in my chiseled glutes.”

“Are you covering up some un-dark past?”

“Pardon my language, but she’s a real grumpledumpuss.”

“I’m tracking unusual activity on my unusual activity tracker. Not sure what to make of it.”

“_____, don’t look ‘em in the eyes. They’ll get in your head.”

“Don’t you let them take advantage of that big, beautiful heart of yours!”

“You gotta break things down to build ‘em back up.”

“Life’s impermanent. Always changing. You can’t hang onto the past.”

“What are you talking about? It’s great here. I never wanna leave.”

“Listen to the music and let your mind go.”

“This song’s gonna get stuck inside your head.”

“Run, but you can’t hide. I’ll find you.”

“Glitter is like stars on your body!”

“This is the most disturbing thing I’ve ever seen!”

“Crack that pain bone open and suck out the marrow! What do you feel?”

“I told you, nothing in this place makes sense.”

“I’m not going anywhe—Alright, I stand corrected, I am going somewhere.”

“More confetti! More glitter! More frosting! Mmm!”

“Life is so fragile.”

“What?! I can’t hear what you’re saying! I’m too busy partying!”

“_____ is one tough cookie. He’s a cookie so tough and hard, you can’t even chew it, ‘cause it turns out it’s not a cookie, it’s a chainsaw.”

“I grew up. Just like you wanted.”

“Mmm… I thought you’d be more excited.”

“I’ve detected a deep emptiness in him. According to my calculations, he’s lonely. Among other things.”

“Can you imagine if having a family with someone I loved healed some of my darkest trauma? Barf.”

“Out of curiosity, why wouldn’t you wanna marry me? Just, you know, again, purely for curiosity sake.”

“We’re flawed, but that’s what makes us so relatable.”

“We worked for our powers ‘cause we’re self-made men.”

“Go on one date with me, and you’ll change your mind.”

“I’m looking for a husband, someone to share my crown.”

“Are you sure this is what you really want?”

“What fresh nightmare are they constructing here?”

“It’s a wedding cake of doom!”

“I can always trust you.”

“Instead of releasing doves, how about bats?”

“Okay, okay. You can do this. Don’t mess this—AH! I messed it up, I messed it up! No! I’m slipping! Don’t look at me!”

“This is my nightmare! I had a dream about this! Don’t look at me!”

“Focus on what you need to do. Visualize your success.”

“Your future is bright, but right now, we gotta deal with the present.”

“I know this is a strange thing to say to the person you’re about to marry, but I actually think I really like you.”

“You do care. I knew there was some sweetness under that darkness.”

“Wait, if you guys are good, then who’s the bad guy?”

“You don’t need _____. You don’t need anyone.”

“Did you draw stubble dots on your face?”

“Stop, _____! You don’t know what you’re doing!”

“This isn’t the real you.”

“Then I tried to change you into someone tough too. And I was wrong. I like you the way you were. Sweet, innocent, kind.”

“The real _____ would never say that.”

“I was alone with nothing but anger. But anger was the key to my freedom.”

“I didn’t trick you. I taught you to harden your heart, just like you asked me to.”

“Look, I’m not the bad guy in this story. I’m just an amusing side character.”

“You ruined everything.”

“_____, what have you done?”

“It can’t be this hopeless, can it? … It can.”

“Can you please, please help us?”

“War hardens the heart.”

“This isn’t one of those things with a downer cliffhanger ending. Uh-uh-uh. No, no. This needs to have a happy ending.”

“Seems like a downer to me.”

“It’s only over if we give up.”

“Well, it’s over and we’re giving up.”

“No. It’s too late. Nothing left to do except sing a mature, sad song as we fade to black.”

“Everything’s not awesome. Everything’s not cool, I am so depressed.”

“Everything’s not awesome. I think I finally get Radiohead.”

“What’s the point? There’s no hope. Awesomeness was a pipe dream.”

“Love’s not real. I just wanna eat carbs, pass the ice cream.”

“I’m not a thing you can just use to fill the emotional void with.”

“Everything’s not awesome, but that doesn’t mean that it’s hopeless and bleak.”

“We can make things better if we stick together.”

“I tried to break your spirits, but now I’m gonna have to break you.”

“It’s easy to harden your heart. But to open it… That’s the toughest thing you can do.”

“I’m gonna grow up. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop caring about the people in my life. They may see the world differently, but that’s not bad. I think it’s inspiring.”

“Everything’s not awesome. But we can make it a little more awesome if we remember… We’re not alone in this world. We’re in it together.”

“_____, I thought I lost you!”

“Things can’t be awesome all of the time. It’s an unrealistic expectation, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to make everything awesome in a less idealistic kind of way.”

“We should maybe aim for ‘not bad,’ ‘cause ‘not bad’ right now would be real great.”

“That’s a really cute speech, _____, but actions speak louder than words.”

“No! I’m not gonna lose you again! I’m saving you!”

“You know what? I actually like this now.”

“I don’t even understand what you’re saying!”

“Guess your so-called friends didn’t save you after all.”

“You don’t have to be the bad guy.”

“Just to be clear, that really happened. You could see him, right?”

“I’m really sorry I tried to change you.”

#ask meme #inbox meme #roleplay meme #rp meme #rp sentence starters #sentence starts #the lego movie 2: the second part #*mine

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soft-f1sh-yearnings · 3 years ago

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Hello again Ooodles!

I-I'm so glad to hear from you again so quickly my sweet! My little cakelings are also quite excited as they listened to me read your letter!! Their little tails are wagging as their tongues slosh in the winds <3 A-Anyways,. the battle goes on just as it always has, slow. Though my precious Cakes are making easy work of the enemy, I barely feel as though I've had any time to really sit down with any cookie, ya know? And I know that the Enchantress has promised that they shall be liberated by the end of it all but....I just wish I could have more of a chance to talk to them on one. Really hear out why they feel our friends should not be liberated so that I may change their minds sincerely. Thank you for, always listening to me int hat way, by the way. It's tough be away for someone who is so liked minded and understanding as you. Gosh, the more i think about it, the more i can't wait to see you! I promise then to tell you about everything at length! but for now

I love you,

Velvet

[They'd been waiting for the next letter for a while now so as soon as they saw it they eagerly ran inside- positively beaming from hearing from him! Their cheeks turned rosy, and their smile went a little dopey. They were so happy he was safe though a little sad he was feeling lonely. they started writing back right away. They might plan something special for when he comes to visit them next ] THANK YOU AGAIN CICI QWQ-

#Thank you thank you thank you!#I got very flustered while reading [still do every reread]#I answered it after I sent the love letter from Mark in turn but I hope you like it >:3c #Reminder that Actor loves you a whole bunch~ >:3c #If you're still up for another trade- I may be thinking of a certain Lotus dragon especially #Feel free to tell me who you're feeling like a letter from in turn :D #But I say again I love this so much #and thank you so much qwq #I just aaaaa!! /pos #[ <3 Answers tag <3 ]#[ <3 Writing tag <3 ]#[ <3 sharpened love <3 ]

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captainswanatk · 7 years ago

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CS 12 Days of Christmas: Day 7

Prompt: Christmas wish

Summary: Something is wrong with his Swan. Of that Killian is certain. Killian notices that Emma isn’t looking forward to Christmas and asks her to tell him what she’s always wanted to do on Christmas, but never has? He then sets about checking off every item on what he refers to as her Christmas wish list. About 4,600 words.

FF AO3

Where are you, Christmas?

Something was wrong with his Swan. Of that Killian was completely certain. Christmas was coming and while he hadn't experienced the holiday yet himself, he understood that this was supposed to be a joyful time. A time when those who believed celebrated the birth of Jesus. For those who did not believe, it was still a time for family and friends to come together. And it seemed that most of Storybrooke was excited about and looking forward to the upcoming holiday. Killian had even found himself getting swept up in it all, even though he had a hard time understanding some of the customs. He was looking forward to experiencing his first Christmas. His first Christmas in hundreds of years.

There was, however, at least one Storybrooke resident that did not appear to be looking forward to Christmas at all. His beloved Swan who was, in Killian's opinion, the most important of all the residents of Storybrooke. Yes, he was heavily biased and had no problem admitting it. If anyone had a problem with that, well, they could bloody well deal with it. Killian simply adored his Swan and had promised himself that he would always do his very best to give her whatever her heart desired. That he would lift her up when she was feeling down and that he would make her feel better when she was sad.

And now she seemed sad for reasons he didn't yet know and seemed to become sadder with every day that brought them closer to Christmas. As her husband, it was his job to get to the heart of the matter. Killian would find out what was wrong, since he very well couldn't try to make it better if he didn't know what the it in question was. Upon finding that important piece of information out, he would then set about seeing what he could do about it.

He would call his mission Operation: Happy Swan. Clearly, Henry had been rubbing off on him. But for some reason, titling his mission had given him a resolve he hadn't had previously. He had no idea how that worked, but he wasn't about to question it.

Killian had needed to go to the Jolly to see how she was faring in this cold weather and stopped by Granny's on his way over to the station, knowing that Emma would be getting hungry for lunch right about now. Upon entering the station, he found Emma sitting in her office fiddling with her cell phone.

"Hello, my love," he said brightly, smiling at her when she looked up.

"Hey," she replied. "I was just about to text you." Her eyes lit up when she saw the bag from Granny's he had balanced on his hook. "Because I was hungry."

"Lucky for you, my Swan sense was tingling," he said.

"Your Swan sense?" She asked, amused.

"Aye. It's like one of those superheroes Henry likes with the spidey sense," he said. "What's his name?"

"Spiderman," she filled in.

"Ah yes, Spiderman. He has his spidey sense that tells him when something is wrong and I have my Swan sense," he said, setting the drink carrier he'd been holding with his hand on her desk. "Which tells me when something is wrong with you. It's much more specific, you see."

"I see," she chuckled. "Grilled cheese?"

"I'm offended that you would even ask me that," he said, giving her a look of mock outrage. "I've just told you I have Swan sense and you think that I would have the nerve to bring you anything other than a grilled cheese? With onion rings, thank you very much. And did I bring you coffee? I should think not." Killian took out one of the drinks in the carrier and handed it to her. "Hot cocoa with cinnamon sprinkled on top."

"Aw, but I really felt like a coffee," she teased.

"Don't you try that with me, lass. My Swan sense has yet to let me down," he said. "But as it happens, I got myself a coffee and I would give it to you if I thought that's really what you wanted."

"Thank you," she said, moving some papers to make more room on her desk for the food. "Join me?"

"I thought you'd never ask. So how have things been here today?" He asked.

"Quiet," she shrugged. "I've just been doing some paperwork. How's the Jolly?"

"She's doing well, thank you for asking," he answered, touched that she actually cared about his precious ship. Almost as much as he did. They ate in relative silence as Killian pondered how best to approach the subject of what had been bothering her. She was in good enough spirits at the moment, but he could see the dark clouds just underneath the surface.

"So I was talking to Henry who was wondering what we were doing for Christmas," he said, after a while, noting the way her hand stilled on the way to grab an onion ring. "Are we going to your parents or staying home?"

"Um, I don't know?" She answered. "We'll figure it out."

"Hmm."

"What?" she asked.

"It was just a hmm," he replied.

"No, it wasn't. I know your hums," she said, making his eyebrow quirk.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You have different hums you use for different things and I can recognize all of them," she informed him, smirking at him. "Call it my pirate sense."

"Alright, if you're so clever, which hum did I just make?" He challenged, well aware that this may be among their most absurd conversations to date.

"That's the hum you make when you're thinking about how to bring something up," she said, stunning him.

"How could you possibly have known that was what that hum meant?" He asked.

"Pirate sense," she said.

"How many hums do I have anyway?" He asked.

"Lots."

"Hmm."

"Not that was the hum you make when you're thinking about something," she told him. "You're thinking about your hums now, aren't you?"

"I was thinking about you," he said, honestly. "But yes, now you have me thinking about my hums as well. I'd much rather talk about you, though."

"What about me?" She asked.

"Everywhere I go, I see people excited about Christmas." Her mood had been lifted during their discussion about his hums, but now he saw it change. "And yet every time I mention Christmas to you, you pull away."

"I'm not pulling away from you," she argued.

"Not from me, love," he said. "From Christmas. What is it about this holiday that makes you sad?"

"Christmas doesn't make me sad," she said, but she wouldn't meet his gaze.

"Emma." Now she sighed.

"Okay, fine. Christmas was never a happy time for me growing up, okay? Some of my foster homes didn't celebrate Christmas at all and the ones who did?" She lifted her hands before letting them drop. "There were a couple that tried to make it a happy day for us, but it's hard to be happy when it's a day about families and you don't have one."

"I'm sorry, love," Killian said, quietly. "But now you have a family who loves you. And it still makes you sad."

"I guess I just..." Emma shook her head as she searched for the words. "I don't how to be happy at Christmas."

"And I've never tried celebrating Christmas," he said with a sigh. "We make quite the pair, Swan. But it's alright, do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I am going to make this the best Christmas that you've ever had," he said. "Now, what is one thing you always wanted to do at Christmas that you never got to?"

"Gosh," she said. "I don't know where to start."

"First thing that comes to mind, then," he suggested. "Don't think, just say whatever you think of first. What is one thing you've always wanted to at Christmas?"

"Build a snowman. I...I've never built one," she answered, giving him a surprisingly shy smile. "I mean, you can do that whenever there's enough snow on the ground. It's not exclusive to Christmas. But you said to say whatever I thought of first."

"That I did," he agreed. "If you don't mind my asking, why haven't you ever built a snowman?"

"I could never get anyone to build one with me," she said, looking down. "And the one time I tried building one myself..."

"What happened?" He asked, frowning at the look of hurt on her face.

"There was a family building one across the street. They were having so much fun together, you know? And there I was, trying to build mine all alone," she said, hating that this memory was enough to feel the sting of tears. "It's stupid. I should have just built the damn snowman." She swiped at her cheek, angry at that she'd shed a tear over something so trivial.

"That's the first thing we'll do, then," he said, gently reaching across the desk to put his hand on hers. "We'll build a snowman."

As it turned out, they didn't just build one snowman, they built two right outside of the station. Emma had thought Killian was kidding when he suggested that they go outside and build one right then. He hadn't been. The day had been quiet enough that she'd agreed.

The original plan had been to only build the one, but then Emma said they should build another so the first one didn't get lonely. She'd actually said that. Killian's tough Swan, the town Sheriff and savior had said she didn't want a snowman to feel alone. So they built one more. It was at that point that Killian told her that he would build as many snowmen with her as she wished. A town full, if she so desired.

The smile she'd given him had been the brightest smile she'd given him all week. Two would be good for the station, she'd decided. But maybe they could build another one at home? They ended up building another two. And then Henry had come home and the three of them had built one more together.

Emma still wasn't excited about Christmas, but Killian felt like he was off to a good start.

Snow inadvertently helped them with another item on Emma's Christmas wish list, as Killian had taken to calling it. He'd gotten her to tell her some of the other things she'd always wanted to do around Christmas and he'd written them all down. Checking them off as they did them.

Making Christmas cookies was one of them. Killian had been planning to call Snow to talk about it, but she ended up calling them first. Just so happening to ask if Emma and Killian wanted to come over to make Christmas cookies. They got Henry to come along, so it'd been a full family affair with Snow in charge.

At one point, Killian looked over to see Emma sitting with Neal in her lap, both of them laughing while decorating a batch of cookies. That was when Killian mentioned Emma's Christmas wish list to David, who was curious to know what else was on it and was there anything he might be able to help with?

"I'm happy you asked, mate," Killian said. "Emma's always wanted to go out into the woods and cut down a real Christmas tree to put in the house." He made a face. "I must admit I still find that particular custom to be very odd. But Emma wants a real Christmas tree so that's what she'll have. I believe we'll require your assistance."

"I think it's between that one," David said a few hours later when he, Emma and Killian had gone out into the woods by his and Snow's house. He pointed at one of the trees they'd been looking at. "Or that one."

"Which one do you think, love?" Killian asked his wife. Not that Killian could tell a difference between the two trees himself, but he wasn't about to admit that to either of them. He watched Emma look back and forth between the two, her lips pursed in thought.

"That one." It was to be the first one David had pointed at.

"I was hoping you'd pick that one," David said.

"Why?" Emma asked.

"Because I was thinking that I want the other one for us," he replied.

"Hold on," Killian spoke up. "We're bringing two trees back?"

"Not at the same time," David said, as if that was supposed to make this new development more appealing somehow. "We'll put yours in my truck. And since you're all already here, how about you help us get decorate ours once we get it up?"

"You want us to help decorate your tree?" Emma asked, her voice suddenly sounding a little husky.

"Of course I do," David said. "It wouldn't be the same without you guys. It'll be fun, we'll throw on some Christmas music and make a party out of it. Sound good?"

"That sounds really good, Dad," Emma said. Decorating a Christmas tree with her family was another of the items on Emma's wish list and Killian knew that it was one of the most important. What made this better in Killian's eyes was that he hadn't mentioned that part of it to his father-in-law. He hadn't missed the look of longing that had appeared in David's eyes when he asked. Killian imagined that this was a wish that all the members of the Nolan family had. And it would finally come true.

"Let's review, my love." It was the following evening and Emma and Killian were sitting on their couch with all of the lights in their house turned off, enjoying the fire in their fireplace. Along with their recently decorated Christmas tree that stood a safe distance away. After decorating the one tree at the Nolan house, they'd all come to Emma and Killian's house to help them decorate theirs the night before. "We've built snowmen and we've made Christmas cookies. We had a snowball fight." He shot Emma a look. "That I still say I won."

"You wish," she quipped. "I kicked your butt."

"Hardly," he argued. "But if it makes you feel better to think that, so be it."

"I kicked your butt," she repeated.

"In any event." Killian shot her another look that made her giggle. "I think we're doing quite nicely. Now what would you like to do next? It's too late to go sledding though, I'm afraid. Tomorrow, perhaps? We could go after work."

"Tomorrow's good," Emma agreed. "Could we go ice skating too?" The question made Killian smile. This little project had seemed to awaken the little kid in Emma and he thought it was a adorable. More importantly, Emma seemed to become a little more excited for Christmas with each item they checked off.

"Of course, we can," he said. "So what else is there?"

"I don't know what else is left on the list you made, but I think I just thought of a new one," she told him, piquing his interest.

"And what's that, Swan?" He asked.

"I was just thinking about how romantic it is to be sitting here by our fire and our tree," she began, smiling as she looked at their beautiful tree.

"It's very romantic," he agreed. Killian had a feeling he was going to like where this was going.

"And Henry is with Regina, so we have the house all to ourselves," she continued.

"We do, indeed," he nodded. "So whatever shall we do about it?"

"I think it would be a shame to waste such a romantic atmosphere," she said, seriously.

"A crime, really, if you think about it," he said, matching her tone.

"And I mean, we're kind of the law in this town, so we probably shouldn't be committing any crimes," she went on.

"An excellent point, my love," he said.

"So I think that you should come a little closer," she suggested.

"Like this?" He asked, leaning in just a bit closer to her.

"Closer," she decided, smiling when he leaned in a little farther. "Closer," she murmurmed, closing her eyes. "Just a little bit more." Their lips met in a tender kiss. And another before Emma laid back on their couch, pulling Killian down with her. Their kisses were deep and slow and Emma had felt Killian's hand sliding underneath her sweater, the calluses on his fingers rough against the soft skin of her stomach.

But then somehow his hook had gotten tangled up in her sweater and he'd had to yank it free, throwing himself off balance in the process. They ended up tumbling off the couch and landing with a thud between it and their coffee table.

"Okay, that didn't work," Killian muttered.

"What, you didn't mean to knock us off the couch?" Emma asked, giggling.

"Are you laughing at me, Swan?" he asked, quirking his eyebrow at her.

"Yes," she managed, bringing her hand to brush some off his hair away from his forehead. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, love," he assured her. "Are you?"

"Yeah, thanks to you. Thanks for breaking my fall, babe," she said.

"Don't mention it," he said, dryly. "Now as much as I'd like to resume our previous activities, I'm not so sure this is the place to do it."

"Not this side of the coffee table," Emma agreed, sitting up on her knees and then standing up. She offered him her hands, helping to pull him up. "Come here." She tugged him over to the other side of the table

"Would you like me to take you upstairs, my love?" Killian asked.

"No," she said, looping her arms around his neck. "I want you to take me right here."

"As you wish," he replied, kissing her.

Killian grinned to himself as he watched Emma humming as she worked in her office. They'd made love in front of their fireplace, making a point to take their time. Killian thought they should take their time far more often. It was always different when they did. When they took the time to learn each other's bodies all over again. They'd sufficiently worn each other out and fallen asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms in front of the then dying fire. Killian had woken up some time later and carried a still sleeping Emma up their bedroom.

And had brought her breakfast in bed that morning. He'd gone with one of their favorites: pancakes. Killian had been inspired to use one of their cookie cutters as a mold for the pancakes so they had been the shape of Christmas trees. He'd then sprinkled some powdered sugar on top. He'd briefly wondered if Emma would think he had lost his mind, but instead he'd been surprised when she'd looked up at him with shining eyes.

Emma had been so touched that he would grow through the trouble, even though he'd tried to tell her that it hadn't been much trouble at all. It was the truth; it hadn't been. But she still wasn't used to have anyone even think to do something like that for her. Now she was humming while she worked, smiling to herself every so often when she thought about it.

Killian liked when she hummed to herself and had been delighted whenever he got close enough to hear what song she was humming. It was always a Christmas song. He'd heard snippets of at least three throughout the day.

It appeared that he might have helped his Swan locate her Christmas spirit. But he was still going to make sure every remaining thing on her Christmas wish list happened.

Now, they'd wrapped up at the office for the day and left to go do one of them. They were going to go sledding.

"Are you okay?" The fact that Emma had somehow gotten the question out during an uncontrollable giggle fit was quite the feat. She'd just watched her husband go careening down a hill on a sled - or an instrument of torture, as he'd just referred to it. Killian had not expected the sled to race down the hill the way it had. Nor did he expect to end up crashing directly into a bush.

The shriek he had emitted upon flying into said bush had been a sound she had never heard him make before. Ever. He had sounded so eerily like his cartoon counterpart that Emma had completely lost it. She'd been desperately trying to pull herself together while a string of curses came out of Killian's mouth while he tried to untangle himself from the bush.

"I should probably be asking you that," he answered. He had no idea that sledding would be such a harrowing experience when he'd agreed and now he was quite certain that he would never subject himself to this insanity ever again. His wife laughing like a complete loon at his misfortune felt like an added insult to injury. It also made it impossible for him to stay annoyed.

"I'm sorry," she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "It really wasn't that funny."

"Could have fooled me, Swan," he said, his lips twitching despite his best efforts.

"That scream, oh my God. I should have been filming," she managed, forcing herself to talk a deep breath to try to get a hold of herself. And succeeding. For about five seconds. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, love. Just go ahead and enjoy yourself. I, on the other hand, may need to hunt down a bandage. Or fifteen," he said, experimentally touching his face for damages.

Emma sobered some as she took a good look at his face, noticing a few scratches. "Here, let me," she said, still giggling a little as she went to him.

"Do you think you can control yourself enough to even use your magic?" he asked, amused when she snorted.

Yes, I..." That was all she could get out before another burst of giggles came out. She pressed her head to his shoulder while she slowly got herself back under control. "Whew." Emma had tears in her eyes when she looked at him again. "Okay, I can do this."

"Hmm."

"Don't you dare," she warned, her lips quivering again. "Just stay still and...and maybe keep your eyes closed." At his quirked eyebrow, she nearly lost it again. "I can't look you in the eye right now, okay? Now close your eyes so I can fix your face."

"For heaven's sake," he muttered, unable to stop from smiling as he closed his eyes. He heard Emma blow out some air, he supposed as a way to ensure that she was calm enough to focus. A moment later he felt her forehead against his and her gloved hands on his cheeks. There was a feeling of warmth and the pain from his scrapes dissipated as her magic healed them.

"There," she said, brushing her lips against his. "All better."

"May it never be said that I don't keep you entertained," he said, laughing a little himself now as he opened his eyes.

"You definitely do," she grinned at him. "So about that ice skating..."

As far as winter activities went, Killian had to say that he might just prefer ice skating over the rest. There were no thorn filled bushes for him to go flying into, so that was already an improvement. It had, admittedly taken him a while to get used to it, but it'd given him an excuse to hold onto his Swan.

Not like he needed an excuse for that. Once he did get the hang of it, he rather enjoyed it. Based on the smile on his wife's face while they kept going in circles around the ice, he'd say that she enjoyed it too. This was something that they'd definitely be doing again.

When Emma was a little girl, one of the first things she thought when she woke up on Christmas was that it was Christmas. And she was alone. There were rarely ever any presents for her on Christmas and there were even less hugs. For some reason, Emma had always imagined how nice it would be to have someone to hug on Christmas. To have someone who loved her be with her on that day. It was something she had always wished she would have someday, not actually believing that she ever would. She certainly didn't growing up. So she had never looked forward to waking up on Christmas. Often wishing that she might sleep right through it. It always caused her too much pain. Especially whenever she would catch glimpses of happy families who clearly loved each other. Christmas has only ever served to make her feel sad and alone.

That was no longer the case.

Emma woke up smiling on Christmas Day. This year she had been woken up by the feel of Killian's lips gently kissing hers. "Killian," she whispered his name, smiling against his mouth. She quickly decided that this was the perfect way to be woken on Christmas.

"Merry Christmas, my love," he said, tenderly.

"Merry Christmas, Captain," she said back, her heart full.

Emma was feeling playful as they pulled up to the farmhouse to join up with the rest of their family. So when Killian was heading unlock the trunk to get the presents they'd brought for her parents and Neal, she crouched down and grabbed some snow to make a snowball and threw it at him.

Only to have it hit Henry instead. Killian had bent over to grab the presents at exactly the right time. The snowball had flown right over him and hit poor unsuspecting Henry.

"Mom!" Henry gasped in shock.

"Sorry Kid," Emma said quickly. "I was aiming for Killian."

"I beg your pardon?" Killian asked, straightening to turn to her. And immediately getting hit in the back by a snowball. "Hey!" Killian whirled around to face Henry.

"I was aiming for Mom," Henry said. Killian looked between his wife and stepson for a minute as if debating. He then shot Emma what could only be described as an evil grin before looking at Henry.

"It seems to me that your mother is the problem here, my boy," he said.

"She started it," Henry agreed, nodding.

"Okay, hold on," Emma said, instinctively backing up when they both rounded on her. "Shouldn't we get inside?"

"Ah, so she starts a fight and then tries to back out of it. Not on my watch, lass," Killian smirked, glancing at Henry. "I say we get her."

"I agree," Henry nodded. Before Emma knew what was happening, she was getting pelted with snowballs and trying to use the Bug as a shield as she lobbed some back.

"We've got you, Swan. You may want to quit," Killian teased.

"You wish!" she cried.

"You're outnumbered, Mom," Henry pointed out.

"Oh, no she's not!" None of them had seen David come out of the house. Now he hurled snowballs at Killian and Henry as he dashed to Emma's side.

"Dad!" Emma cheered. It was officially on. This was no regular snowball fight. It was war. Emma and David against Killian and Henry. Snowballs were flying through the air, neither side willing to forfeit.

And then it happened.

"What in the world is going on out here?" Snow asked, making the fatal mistake of stepping out in the middle of the war zone. And taking a snowball right in the face.

Silence filled the battlefield.

"Who threw that?" Snow demanded.

"Uh, I believe that was me," Killian spoke up, rather sheepishly. He winced when she turned her attention to him. "I was aiming for your husband."

"You, uh, you did kind of walk out in the middle of a battlefield, Grandma," Henry said, quick to defend his teammate.

"I suppose I have just one more question, then," Snow announced. "Is this a snowball fight or a tea party?"

"What?" Killian asked. A second before her snowball hit him in the face.

"Quick piece of advice Killian," Snow smirked at him. "Never throw a snowball at Snow White."

The snowball fight had been absolute chaos. For a while it had been Emma, David and Snow against Killian and Henry, but then it devolved into everyone out for themselves. Then there was the additional insanity caused by Wilby, the Nolan's dog, coming out to join the fray. The only family member missing from battle was little Neal. War had been waged during his naptime.

An overall truce had eventually been called and they'd all headed inside where gifts were exchanged.

It was sometime during dinner when Emma realized that she'd finally found her Christmas spirit after a lifetime of little to no Christmas spirit. She'd gotten a little closer as her and Killian had worked their way through her Christmas wish list.

Building snowmen. Baking Christmas cookies. Snowball fights. Picking out a real Christmas tree. Decorating it with her family. Making love with her husband in front of a fire. Sledding. Ice Skating. Her day starting off with a kiss. Presents exchanged and given. And hugs. There were lots of hugs.

But it was while she was finally enjoying a delicious Christmas dinner with her family that she knew. She had her husband sitting beside her on one side and her dad on the other. Henry sat across from her with Neal in his highchair next to him. With her mom between Neal and Killian. All the people she loved most in the world gathered together to celebrate Christmas. And she knew.

Emma had finally found Christmas. Her Christmas wish list was complete.

#cschristmascountdown #cschristmas #cs ff #cs fanfic #emma swan #killian jones

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Mystic Messenger : Day 9 ~ V Walkthrough (FULL ANSWERS)

I worked all alone - I cheked each answers ~ Please be considerate.

Like, reblog, or do nothing, but please don’t copy/paste it and claim it as your own… I am on my own and spent a lot of time to do this.

If you are on phone, please setting the page to be seen in the computer version! On the phone, the answers are sometimes unaligned and it can confuse you…

In order to not bother and annoy my followers who don’t play this game by this looong post, I’ll put a seperate line. Click to see.

- Don't be aggressive and insulting and stuff like that (oh you might get upset in the VN when you are with V and Vanderwood though XD) - Don’t act like you possess V

- Game branches at the end

00 :56 : Seduction of the Moon [Rika]

I don’t want to think about that. (V…)

Feels very afar… (V)

Something disastrous will happen if you can’t control the darkness within you, Rika. (V)

What are you up to now? (V)

Of course. V will be with me from now on. (V…)

I think it was a realization essential for V. It’s not something that derived from fear. It’s something that he needed for himself. (V)

That’s more natural to me (V)

I’m not on any side. (nothing)

Whichever it is… I don’t care. AS long as V comes to me. (V…)

I am a little afraid, but it’s something that I want. (V)

I strongly believe I should be nice because of my fear. (Unknown…)

I’m not afraid of anything. Because my true nature is closer to the light. (V…)

I want to prove that the good will prevail in the end. (V)

I…want to grow by agonizing and feeling those kinds of thing. (V…)

I…actually want to be free. (Unknown)

It seems you’re using fear but have an ideal completely opposite from it. (V)

Idyllic… I understand what you mean. (Unknown)

Sounds unrealistic to me. (V…)

I’ll…choose the RFA. (V)

Mint Eye may be right for me… (Unknown)

I’m confused! (nothing)

I’ll… wait for the sun. (V)

Are you going to awaken me? (Unknown)

Rika, you should let the sun be! (V…)

Visual Novel 707 : no choices

YOU can call V

02:43 : I Can Make You Have More Fun [Unknown]

You’re new, aren’t you? (nothing)

Ray…? (Unknown)

Is Ray okay? (Unknown)

Sleeping? What do you mean? (nothing)

Do you tend to sleep a lot? (nothing)

Why did you wake up now? (nothing)

Get rid of him!? (Unknown)

I don’t like Ray’s indecisiveness as well. (Unknown…)

You … seem dangerous. (V)

How are you going to do that? (Unknown…)

Give me back Ray. (Unknown)

No thanks. (V)

I’m curious about you. (Unknown)

I’m not going back ! (V)

Please leave us and V alone.. (V)

Will we be together if we start from the beginning? (Unknown)

There’s no way that’s going to happen…? (V)

…. (nothing)

Visual Novel 707 : no choices

06:21 : Stop It [V]

Why did you come in here ? (nothing)

How are you feeling ? (V)

I know, right ? You don’t think you can do anything without me, can you ? (V…)

I’m okay! You don’t have to be sorry! (V)

I’m sure the others are doing well! (nothing)

The harder it is, the better outcomes it should come to… (nothing)

Merely hiding things wasn’t the answer… But you can change that from now on. (V – feels like it’s the best ans)

It must have been tough for you too, V. You can rely on me… (V)

Wouldn’t Rika feel the same guilt ? Rika used to do a lot of good things before… (V)

I think you’re the only one getting hurt because of Rika. (V…)

Stop trying to sacrifice yourself, V! That’s not good to Rika as well. (V)

Are you planning to leave me ? Don’t say such a thing ! (V…)

Don’t betray me….! (V…)

I want you to treasure yourself more. V, you’re a precious person to me as well. (V)

Why don’t you just say it straight that you like Rika more than me ? (V…)

If that makes you feel relieved… then do as you wish. (nothing)

Then what about the people who care for you, V? Stop saying such irresponsible things and get a grip! (V)

V, please… (nothing)

V… if you go I’ll be disappointed… (nothing)

V, is there no way for you and me to be happy? (V)

V, isf you want everyone to be hapy, you have to sop pampering Rika. (V…)

Aren’t you sick and tired of living your life for someone else ? The two of us can be happy! (V…)

Thinking of others is great, but you should relaly think about yourself, V ! (V)

That boy…? (nothing)

Visual Novel V

(no hearts given)

V, how are you feeling?

V? What were you going?

It’s alright. You’re good enough just the way you are.

Once this passes, only happiness will await you. Happiness with me.

I’m so jealous of Rika… You love her this much.

There goes your habit again. You’re trying to handle everything by yourself-.

There’s nothing but that you shouldn’t have started. Back then you only had innocent intention… You only wished to..

It’s not your fault, V. Who would’ve thought that Rika was such an evil person?

You’re not a monster, V§ You’re just… you’ve experienced tragically sad love. That’s all.

I don’t care if you hurt me. I want to be yours.

If it’s complicated, just embrace the way it is.. I’m here for you.

You can find your hue from now on. You can start discovering yourself from the beginning.

Please don’t go. Stay. Stay and find a new path.

I’ll come with you. I don’t want to let you go alone.

You don’t have to do this alone. We can work together.

09:04 : Third Person Perspective [Vanderwood]

Seven?? (nothing)

A hacker! There’s a hacker here ! (nothing)

Seven!!! Vanderwood is using your phone!! (707)

Are you fiddling with Seven’s phone? (nothing)

What’s wrong with the design of our app? (707)

Oh… the design’s like this because it was hacked. (V)

It is a test lol Let’s talk nonsense ! (Unknown)

No. No at test… but Vanderwood, the hacker can see the messages you write here. (V)

Say something ! Anything! (nothing)

Does the camera work ? (nothing )

It’s reeking with tiredness.; (V)

In truth… I think you’re good-looking. (nothing)

Who’s the call from? (nothing but gosh, take this one if you want to laugh)

Why isn’t e answering them? (nothing)

He probably thinks of his life dearly… (nothing)

Isn’t there something you wanted to say to 707? This is your chance. (nothing)

It seems like a series of distress… I joined because it was a group doing good deeds… (V)

Now I have no idea where this party is heading either.. (707)

He was always like that. (707)

He’s sacrificing to protect everyone. (V)

Maybe he likes the RFA that much…. (nothing)

He codes with his toes… ? (nothing)

Hereditary, maybe…? (nothing)

Why? You like it? (nothing)

Allow me thank you in his place ^^ ;V had many difficult things going on. (V)

You’re very good at cleaning. I’ll compliment you on that. (707)

I thought you were avoiding us. (nothing)

Don’t you want to join our association ? (nothing)

Yes We will soon start our relationship. (V..)

I think our relationship is somewhat ambiguous… (nothing)

…It might not be the time yet… But you never know about the future, right? (V)

So that’s how you give a legitimate excuse for being single… (nothing)

What are you saying? (nothing)

Is there something gwrong with Seven? (nothing)

But this is the exceptional situation ! Exceptional! (V)

What’s wrong with Seven’s impression…? (nothing)

How is that job from Seven going? (707)

I think I t’ll be a good idea to give up for the sake of eyes… (nothing)

What kind of photos are you comparing ? (nothing)

Seven is safe, right? (707)

What other jobs do you do other than keeping watch on him, Vanderwood? (nothing)

He wouldn’t be angry, would he? (nothing)

Run run run-(nothing)

Visual Novel 707 : no choices

12:07 : Rika’s Feelings [Rika]

He wants to protect everyone. (V)

He’s trying to do everything he can to stop you, Rika. (V…)

That’s not completely wrong… (nothing)

Don’t belittle yourself that much… (nothing)

Do you have to prove yourself like that? (nothing)

The idea that someone will save me is just a fantasy. (nothing)

Rika, you have a lot of people around you. Why do you feel lonely? (V)

It may be love to you, Rika, but… it might have been obsession to V. (V…)

You two are people with completely different ideas. (V)

Then you should let go of V now. (V…)

You’re only using them. (nothing)

Then take your hands off the RFA and V. (nothing)

Rika, will you be satisfied when you make the whole RFA fall into darkness? (nothing)

That’s even scarier… (nothing)

They will not want to be healed. (nothing)

Rika, how much do you know about RFA ? (nothing)

Rika, that’s really dangerous… I can see why V is trying tostopyou by himself. (nothing)

Even without you, Rika… they will find ways themselves. (nothing)

At least V is a leader with a warm heart… (nothing)

Are you saying you’re different?

If it slips to one side, that’s called obsession. It’s obsession for you as well. (nothing)

Rika, you’re also using others to prove yourself. (nothing)

Visual Novel V

(no hearts given – hey whenever you explode, Vanderwood is impressed and agrees XD)

V please calm down… It’s too dangerous to go there by yourself.

You’re not even doing well! Stop being so stubborn.

V, you’re so stubborn.

Please, stop being obsessed with Rika.

Are you sure you’re okay with that, V?

You tried to embrace it.

V… can’t you take courage and let us all work this out together?

So what is your real answer?

Is that the reason why you live on?

Enough with your obsession with Rika! You should treasure yourself some more !

You think like that? That’s an obsession, not an in idea. No more obsession!

You don’t have to sacrifice yourself for Rika. You’re already priceless to me.

You already have the courage to put an end to your obsession. Its already inside you, and I’m sure you find it.

Of course, as long as you love yourself.

Choose what you think is right.

14:11 : Reason Trying to Stop Her [707]

He just fell asleep… Rika and V’s relationship is extremely complicated. (nothing)

Yes…He’s asleep. Seven… Did you see what Rika wrote? (nothing)

Isn’t saying beyond repair kind of harsh…? (nothing)

Yes, Rika is now like a bomb; (nothing)

Who is the word would believe in Rika’s words? (V..)

Then you’re saying that if Rika can take RFA to the Mint Eye is she wants to? (V)

But I think lying that she committed suicide was too much. (V…)

I can’t imagine what V would have gone through… It breaks my heart. (V)

Since when did Rika change like this…? (nothing)

The reason why Rika could act so violently was because V’s love was too idea… (nothing)

I think he’ll eventually follow Rika (nothing)

Yoosung… will be in a mental catastrophe (nothing)

V seems to want to to Rika. (V…)

Yes, of course. (V)

You weren’t interested, were you ? (nothing)

She might have hidden her dual side very well… (nothing)

Would there be someone like that? (nothing)

You can see that, Seven ? (nothing)

That’s… sad… (nothing)

Is there no way to change her mind back ? (nothing)

Alright… (nothing)

See you, Seven. (nothing)

Visual Novel : no choices

16:39 : You Change Me [V]

Why do you keep coming into the chatroom? (nothing)

I’ll hate you for the rest of my life if you disappear without a word… I’ll hate you more than Rika! (nothing)

We should be happy soon… Throw away your lingering feelings for Rika! (V…)

If you know I’m having a difficult time, hurry up and recover ! Let’s think this positively! (V)

No… She’ll probably keep doing what she wants. (V)

She might stop if you leave Rika dead on. (V…)

I don’t mind sufferinf, as long as my words have reached you, V… (V)

Stop staying that, and rather, how about trying to forget Rika? (V…)

Then there’s one more reason why you shouldn’t go… (nothing)

You know that’s not the way to save Rika, don’t you? (nothing)

We can fill that in together. We have time a head of us. So don’t leave. (V)

I’m different from Rika… You don’t have to be scared. (V…)

What are you going to do after meeting her? (nothing)

You’re going to sacrifice yourself by meeting her? You know that’s not the answer. (V)

… So are you really going to go? Putting everyone behind you..? (nothing)

If you go to Rika, it means I won’t be able to see you again, V… (nothing)

You can start again. Even love and at… Please listen to me. (V)

In whatever shape it is, we will be happy soon, as long as Rika is taken care of ! (V…)

So, now I’m more influential to you than Rika, right? (V…)

V, you change is… entirely up to you. I told you to think of yourself first! (V)

Visual Novel V : no choices

18:35 : Seven’s Persuasion [707, Ray]

Return “Jumin cat” (Jumin)

What are you doing? (nothing)

Did you come in to interfere us? (nothing)

Ray…! (nothing)

Seven, is Ray baffled because we’ve won? (707)

Ray, calm down.. (Unknown)

He’s right, Ray.. You should rather go with Seven. (707)

Ray… Any plans on shifting over to the RFA? (nothing)

Ray… You should let go of us now. (V)

Why are you so afraid of losing? (nothing)

You have a brother? (nothing)

Don’t trust Rika too much… (nothing)

Did you eat something wrong? (nothing)

Are you in pain again…? (Unknown)

Seven, you seem to be very interested in that hacker. (nothing)

Do you think you know him, Seven? (nothing)

I hope V can endure to the last moment… (V)

Good luck till the end! (707)

20:12 : Winner Seven !!! [707]

Heart-beating faster? (nothing)

Can we now get rid of the Mint Eye? (V..)

Hmm? Did something change?? (nothing)

Hmm. It’s still the same background as before (nothing)

Wow!!!! (nothing)

Is the security system back? (nothing)

Why aren’t the others coming in? (nothing)

Are we safe now? (nothing)

Would V want to go to the hospital? (nothing)

Yes! Can we now move V to a safer place? (V)

I wonder what Ray’s real identity is… (Unknown)

Will Ray not attack again…? (nothing

Take him to the agency. (nothing)

Wouldn’t it be more transparent by receiving the law’s orders? (nothing)

I want to share this emotional moment with V…(V)

Let’s celebrate the recovery of our messenger! (nothing)

I want to see the messenger buzzing again with everyone logged on. (V and 707)

Can the RFA members come into the messenger now? (nothing)

What is it?! (nothing)

Then make them exit the room and add the RFA members. (nothing)

Wasn’t it all recovered? (nothing)

If the members login, can they read the messages Rika and the hacker wrote…? (nothing)

This will be the last, won’t it? (nothing)

Good luck ! (nothing)

Ps : you can call V after this chat, he will answer (and for once, it’s not depressing about decision and Rika and stuff, it’s a very nice talk, I was smiling haha

21:49 : I missed you all [Rika]

Rika, soon you won’t be able to log in anymore. (nothing)

The meessenger’s security system has been recovered, Rika. (nothing)

Mistake? (nothing)

What do you want? (nothing)

Are you planning to talk the RFA members here? (nothing)

We did. ButSeven would have blocked it. (nothing)

It’d be better for them not to see. (nothing)

What kind of text? (nothing)

Quit if you’re trying to seduce them to join the Mint Eye. (nothing)

That’s a lie… What trip? (nothing)

I hope everyone believes your words, Rika. (nothing)

For making V like that? (V)

For being absent for the past 6 months? (nothing)

You do know…that your words can confused him, don’t you? (nothing)

You don’t even plan to do that… (nothing)

You know very well about V’s father when you don’t really talk about your parents. (nothing)

Are you planning to say hello to every member like this? (nothing but omg that answer XD)

Rika, your attitude is very double-sided. (V)

…. (nothing)

Rika…what is it that you really want? (nothing)

Yes, the three of us should get together. I’ll reveal what kind of person you are, Rika! (V…)

I don’t plan to… Rika, stop being like that in front of me… (V)

Keep away from V and the RFA! It’s really sick and tiring! (V…)

If it were possible, he would have… (V)

The RFA won’t be able to read what you’ve written. (nothing)

It’s now getting pitiful….. (nothing)

One last thing…? (nothing)

Ps ; you can call 707, he will answer

Game branch here : I’ll write the good ending

Visual Novel

There are choices but you can choose like you want 😉

23:24 : V has been stabbed ! [Ray, 707, Zen, Yoosung]

I have nothing to say to you now, Ray. (nothing)

Ray, we might get to see each other soon ! (nothing)

…….. (nothing)

Ray? (nothing)

Then… about the texts Rika wrote…the others can see it as well, right…? (nothing)

Wouldn’t Rika and the hacker participate in our chats? (nothing)

Why don’t we first take V to the hospital and contact the others later? (nothing)

Can the others come in now? (nothing)

Yes. I’m innocent ! (nothing)

That’s not what’s important right now! Get V to the hospital first ! (V)

V’s here as well ! (V)

Zen, call the others ! (nothing)

Yes, I’ll keep him awake! (V)

Should try pinching him? (nothing)

I don’t feel good since V’s hurt. (nothing)

I’m okay. So is Seven. V’s the only one hurt badly. (nothing)

I have to look over V so it’ll be difficult for me to tell you in detail; (nothing)

It’s a long story… You should go read it yourself. (nothing)

Did you read the messages Rika left? (nothing)

Yoosung, V has been hurt ! (nothing)

Of course that’s a lie. Rika was the one who attacked the RFA messenger unsing the Mint Eye. (V)

It was between the two of them… Some of it might be true. (V)

Yes. Seven sait he recovered it all. (707)

Everything’s been done but he couldn’t kick out Rika and the hacker. (nothing)

Yoosung, you don’t trust Rika anymore as well, right? (nothing)

Do you want me to find proof or something? (nothing but I took this one, I clearly preferred this one haha)

It’s frustrating that you’re in denial even when the situation says it all. (V)

Make up your mind after listening to both side of the story, after V recovers. (V – best answer)

Having a party when someone’s life is in danger is a bit… (Zen)

Yoosung, you’re trying to look after RFA in your own way…aren’t you ? (Yoosung)

Leave V to me and you two should contact the other members ! (onthing)

Don’t worry. V will be okay. He’s strong! (V)

I’m relieaved as well to see the members doing fine. (nothing)

I’m okay… But I’m worried about V… (nothing)

Visual Novel

Day 10 | V is here

#v route #v's route #v walkthrough #mystic messenger walkthrough

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beowulfs-booty-call · 8 years ago

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Wolf, seven, and tinderbox??

Hey! An anon! I haven’t had these in a while...! Welcome! I’ll get right to your ask, friend!

Wolf: Do you have an inner monster?

Mm... Does this pertain to the Incubi thing I got goin’ on? Eh, no worries, I’m only joshing! But, in all seriousness, I suppose I do, ever since I sorta... Worked with some less than stellar people before. It’s like... Well, anyone else, an inner voice in their head. Whispers that says, “It’s what they deserve.” “No one will ever love you if they understood you. That’s why you’re alone.” There are things like that that feeds it, so to speak metaphorically. But, it’s a restrained concept, I’ve gotten better at realizing the past doesn’t hold anything on me here in the present, just as a memory I can use so to learn for a better future.

In some sense? Most people will say that inner monster is just my inner self esteem, I can’t say they may not be wrong. But, there’s somethings that side of me has said, in comparison to say... The little angel sitting on my shoulder, that isn’t very well nicely said in words. I’ll admit, I’m not proud of the person inside at times who’d rather burn everything and just be alone and never speak at all. But, that’s a part of me I’ve accepted as a piece of me. It doesn’t reflect me, or who I am now, but it’s a part of me I neglected when I really shouldn’t have.

On a separate note, it’s also why I relate to wolves in that context. Not for the monstrous or badass attitude society or media has it on them. But, they’re creatures that understand the inner self, in a sense, as well as connection between themselves and others. A lone wolf has no loyalty, but no trust either. It’s what I looked as my “inner” self as in that sense, as wolves (contrary to the popular idea) are social animals with no “alpha and beta”. I came to really respect that, while it’s not exactly a pleasant persona inside back then, it’s still a beautiful piece of me that I’ve really gotten to know and acknowledge better about myself.

So, yes, I do. But he’s only a scared and sad person who didn’t trust anyone before because he’s been hurt before. The sort of sad that prevents you from doing what you like, because you just feel consumed with stuff going on. We’re on the right track though, he’s much happier now. I am too, once I took the time to really get to know myself better!

Seven - Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, or Pride?

Now this one is a bit... Tough...

I wanna say Pride... But, it doesn’t work like that. I’m extremely modest, even so, you could ask anyone and you wouldn't see me yelling from the tallest skyscraper that “I’m number one” or the coolest.

I’m not at all Wrathful unless someone really gets me on my nerves, which, is very, very rare... I’m just a bit too mellow for that.

I’m not Sloth either because I overwork myself a lot, so much, I actually had to take breaks or, as my friends tell me, “Relax or the stress is gonna kill you before what’s supposed to, won’t get a chance.”

So... The only ones that really “go” my way are likely Lust and Envy (Gluttony and Greed is really far out of my reach, tbh.)

Lust seems too easy, because, Incubi and sex magic is a helluva thing... But I’m still in my morning glory phase; I got someone I’m sorta “saving myself” for, so to speak. Still, I got a lot of people I care for, so, the only lust I got is just my thirst for fictional characters. I don't lust after people since, I just get crushes (And alternatively, crushed, lol) and I daydream often about romantic stuff. I’m really lighthearted on the romance, and, well... That’s really it. I’m waiting for the right person who’ll treat me right, possibly cuddle and be really physically affectionate, and just be able to lie back with and talk about the little things in life.

Then that leaves Envy; which I think is likely my deadly sin. I’m not the green with envy person who goes about asking “Well, xyz has a bf / gf / latest video game / a donut! Why can’t I have one!!!???” (Emphasis on I)

Instead, I look at other artists and compare myself to them. It’s a nasty habit, I’ll have to admit, anon. I think to myself, “Well, obviously, they’re great at this. What about me! I can barely get this right!” And sometimes, it gets the better of me and I lay back for a while and don’t attempt drawing for a while, or writing, or even exercising. But, that’s the sin itself. You’re not picking up your talents because you think there’s someone else who can replace you. While they can do the same things you can do, that’s no reason to give up something you do or enjoy because you have to compare yourself to someone else! I learned I gotta keep faith in myself more, but, the most important thing in envy (In my case), ironically, is looking at yourself more! You can’t look at others and be angry for what they’ve got if they worked for it, or, they earned it. All you have to do, is work for it too, and put in the effort! And then, it’ll be like clockwork and the things you used to want is right in your reach! At least, that’s my understanding of my deadly sin!

Tinderbox - What do you cherish most?

Hm... I really had to think on this one... A lot, actually. But, the answer came ridiculously quickly after I saw my dorm room here. Now, anon, I keep this special keepsake box, a fake book sort of box you’d get at Barnes and Nobles (My aunt got it for me for christmas for like, 10 bucks. Ironically, we don’t talk much, and she imbued me with my love for those storage boxes ever since) that you can put things in.

Well, now, over time, I filled with personal items from my closest friends and family. A keychain my high school teacher got me from his trip to England. He had it where it says, “#1 Son” because he basically adopted me as his kid. It was touching... And I couldn’t bear to part with it. We’ll get back to my Dad in a bit, but I also had movie tickets from the first time I visited an amc theater with my friends in college now (Madia’s halloween movie, I know, she’s great.), letters from my friends and relatives with the stamps still attached (I’m HUGE on writing letters, I have to get back into it though...!) and even more knicknacks (Feathers from my friends the crows, sticky notes from classmates...Etc).

I also cherish my old England tourist scarf, my teacher gave me. I call him dad, because, well, he’s been my dad when I had none. Anon, when I was in high school, I was a polite kid, modest, the real goody two shoes so to speak. I did a lot of stuff I’m not proud of though, and my teacher noticed and intervened. He didn’t ask me about my parents when they never showed up for school events. He didn’t ask or bother phoning them when I showed up to class trips with forged signatures so I could stay away from the home life I had. He smiled this sort of knowing smile, nodded, and claimed I was his son. To the faculty, to the school, to anyone he met. My grandfather did the same thing, truth be told, but at the time and right now, he’s been ailing and could not actively take a part in my life as much as he wished (We weren’t related as well, and therefor, he had other duties to attend to.) It made my heart melt. I never felt so much love for a man before him that was older than me, or as kin. When he gave me that scarf, anon, it was just a cheap old thing. Something you’d find in a gift shop, most people said to me. It didn’t matter to me. I wore that with every bit of pride in my gosh darn heart that I couldn’t ever part with it no matter how many people disliked it.

It was tacky, sure. But that was my dad, in that scarf. That was the person who called me his son when my birth father disowned me and wished I was never born. That was the scarf bought by the man who told the entire faculty who called me an orphan behind my back that I was his son. Along with him was my mom, the school secretary, she was the only person I spoke to as a mom, whenever I needed advice, she was who I went to. When I cried about feelings I never expressed, she consoled me and gave me hope for the future. She bought me a statue too, one that was a wolf that I’m sure she bought from Michaels, but, I’ve never lost that statue. It’s all in my box, every tiny piece of the persons I care about... They’re all with me, the people, the memories, every tear, laugh, and love is in that cheap old false box my aunt bought me; Not knowing just how lovely it would later become for me.

That’s what I cherish, anon, and I hope you cherish the little things in life as well from here on. Sometimes, it’s the littlest things that the world leaves behind for you to cherish and treasure from the people who mean the most in your life.

#Wulf answers #Anon #Anonymous

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drink-n-watch · 5 years ago

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Genre : Drama, Action, Science Fiction, Symbolism

Episodes: 12

Studio: Orange

Kids are just the worst aren’t they? It’s always the youngest one’s that get in trouble and drag everyone else down with them. No matter how hard you try to keep them safe, they always end up getting hurt. And once you’ve manage to make them better, they go out and get hurt all over again. It’s like they never learn. And they’re always impatient, wanting to do things and try things, when you tell them it’s not wise. Then they give up way too easily. No matter how much you try to protect them, some bad things are always beyond your control and it’s the little ones that suffer. Then all you can do is try to comfort them. It’s always like that. You give everything you have and they end up questioning you. But what else can you do, you love them after all.

I did it again. I created one of those symbolic synopsis of the show that somehow manages to be misleading while giving pretty much no information. I’m sorry about that. I can do better.

In a distant future, on a world populated by sentient gem structures, young Phosphophylite wants to help her brethren in the fight against the Lunarians who harvest them for their beauty. Unfortunately, Phos is fragile and unsuited for combat so they must find another place in the world. Will this search for belonging reveal more than they ever wanted to know?

shadows of birds over Phos is a recurring visual

Gosh, where should I start with this one. I guess we should get the easy stuff out of the way. If you haven’t seen Land of the Lustrous, you still may have heard that it is one of the best examples of CG in anime. I’m not entirely sure about that. Don’t get me wrong, it’s very good but I prefer Ufotable with it’s more judicious and blended use of CG or Oranges later offering Beastars, that was absolutely breathtaking.

The CG in Land of the Lustrous is good but does fall into the uncanny valley at times and movement is occasionally jagged. The said, you could argue that the odd rigidity of the character models is a choice and a smart one at that since they are in fact made out of mineral and a certain stiffness should be visible. But as it’s not completely consistent, it does break the illusion a bit.

The acting is similarly a little too deliberate for me. This time, I have zero doubt that it was a choice and I understand it. In fact, I will just say that this is personal preference. Objectively the acting was great and fit the tone of the story well.

And that is those are and only not great things I have to say about the production. The rest is stellar. The designs are fantastic. The music is amazing and the animation is impressive.

showing animation in stills is tough

There is this great emptiness to the settings. Wide open fields, huge mostly empty skies, an unending almost barren ocean and a single spartan building. Normally I would clock this as a cost cutting measure but in Land of the Lustrous it was a symbolic visual element that had a visceral effect difficult to explain. That emptiness, those huge open spaces that reflected a sense of timeless and unchanging eternity. It was both pretty and lonely. A little frightening and yet ultimately devoid of purpose. Haunting and sad and yet comfortable and attractive. It’s been a while since I got so much meaning out of the backgrounds of a series. The only ones that compare to me would be the Garden of Sinners movies and they didn’t do it as successfully or Shin Sekai Yori but those were more difficult to appreciate.

The character design can only truly be appreciated once they break. If you’ve seen it, you know what I mean. Even after watching 12 episodes in the span of 3 days, I wasn’t numbed to the impact of seeing a person shatter. And those flashes of bright shining iridescent colour on stark white just hold your eyes and refuse to let your attention wander.

this will haunt me

And then there’s the music. This may be my favourite score ever. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like a soundtrack full of bangers that you should listen to in the gym or something. It’s atmospheric mood setting music but it’s both odd and classical at the same time. It fills you with this sense of something huge and wistful happening at all times. And it’s just so pretty. Kudos to Yoshiaki Fujisawa, I think this is his best work to date.

Oh my…and that was the easy part. Even I’m a little weary of what’s to come.

surely everything will turn out great

I’m not sure I’m able to review the story of Land of the Lustrous because you see, I don’t know what it’s about. I know what it was about to me but that’s almost meaningless. Fitting I would say since the search for meaning in what is an ultimately meaningless existence and the necessity of creating it for yourself is one of the themes that I associated with the series. But it’s not the only one and honestly, you could easily have the opposite reading. That existence itself is inherently imbued with a meaning that comes from something beyond oneself and one can only appreciate it through faith…

The fact that both of these readings sound true to me is what makes the series special. It’s strength is in it’s ambiguity and it’s capability of adapting itself to the viewer without loosing its identity. Because although the message may be completely up for interpretation, the series itself has a wistful yet loud and proud voice that is unmistakable.

Let me try something. I put off watching Land of the Lustrous for a long time because when it aired, it inspired all these beautiful essay like posts from more talented bloggers than me. I admired those posts a lot. And somewhere along the line, I got the impression that Land of the Lustrous would make me sad. I don’t particularly like being sad. I don’t have patient for drama for drama’s sake. I find that too often narratives will default to cheap tricks or manipulation to get an emotional response from the audience and those end up just annoying me.

wait, hear me out

Still the unique premise and striking imagery compelled me to at least give this show a chance. It did make me sad. It also made me laugh and had me biting my nails in suspense. It made me scratch my head and desperately want to find out what was going on. It made me care for characters that were supposedly only bacteria and rocks and made me worry for people that cannot be killed. And it made me sad, in a way that made me feel human, and vulnerable and grateful. If dramas were all this nuanced, I would love them.

I find it difficult to think of someone who would not like this series. If the high concept open ended story isn’t your thing, then surely you’ll enjoy the cute characters and pretty colours. If the CG annoys you then the sound design might redeem it. There are moments of genuine silly glee that made me giggle out loud, moments of actual tension where I was scared for what would happen next and moments that were just devastating.

And best of all we get to see it through the eyes of a character that has one of the most intense growth spurs ever. So the vision of the world and the story presented to us grows and matures along with the protagonist giving us a narrative evolution that is hard to come by in 12 episodes. I’m saying I liked the show. I hope you like(d) it too.

there really are a lot of impressive images

Favorite character: Rutile with Antarticite as a close second

What this anime taught me: Bort is the name for industrial grade diamonds. Cool.

“When I read about the evils of drinking I gave up reading.”

Suggested drink: Jewel

Every time Phos breaks – take a breath

Every time Phos gets called by their full name – take a sip

Every time Bort gets mad – cower

Every time Rutile enjoys their work too much – take a sip

Every time Lunarians appear – take a sip

Every time Cinnabar gets tsundere – smirk with a sip

Every time anyone mentions inclusions – take a sip

Every time Seiki gets creeped out – sympathize

Every time Sensei looses his temper – cower more

Every time Rutile gets called a quack – raise your glass

Every time a new gem is introduced – take a sip

Every time you worry terribly – calm your nerves whichever way you think is best

Every time Sensei falls asleep – take a sip

I’m going to try to give you an idea of the visuals but it’s a you gotta see it kind of show

Land of the Lustrous – Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend Genre : Drama, Action, Science Fiction, Symbolism Episodes: 12 Studio: Orange Kids are just the worst aren't they?

#action #anime #blonde bishie #drama #Land of the Lustrous #sci fi #symbolism

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theinnersofmyheart-blog · 7 years ago

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How to validate a mental health day but also make a plan to maybe not need them?

I’m awake but tired.

I just told my boss that I’m not coming

My heart and mind are dragging and I can’t pull them in today

They don’t want to move.

They need space and rest and love.

They’ve been telling me this for a few days now.

I quieted the down on Monday and I pushed though Tuesday.

I reach out for validity. My dad says, “if you take a mental health day, your brain will think you can take another. It will think again that it’s an option”

Gosh, I think about how bad that sounds. Like I must train my brain to be better. To think better and to choose better.

He is not the right person to talk to. He somehow has lived a life with no sick days. Maybe he is ultra tough or maybe he has shoved it all inside of him.

All of my shit it out though and I’m okay with it. I’m sensitive and emotional and passionate and active and energetic and capable. So fucking capable. I do a lot and maybe too much.

I’m lying in bed and I feel weak.

Not good enough

Not strong enough

Not capable

Unworthy

Lonely

And suddenly I realize how much I need to rest my soul.

I’m sad

I work very hard to keep my mind and body healthy and feeling good

But the truth is I’m still heartbroken

I’m healing but it still hurts

I feel lonely at times

Life is hard.

On most days, I’m well and live and lively

But life can be hard and I need rest today.

May I know that I am trying

May I know that I am worthy

May I know that I am enough

May I love myself

May I be gentle

May I know that I am good person

May I trust my heart and my mind

May I know that I am good enough. So enough.

My strength and value are not correlated a need or desire for a mental health day.

I am not weak.

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tantalizeternity · 8 years ago

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Madame Antoine Cont’d

Episodes: 16

Episodes Watched: 10

Genre: Korean Dramas , Comedy , Romance , Romantic Comedy

Synopsis

Han Ye Seul as Go Hye Rim swears by her name that she has a spiritual connection with Marie Antoinette. Therefore, with this claim Go Hye Rim has became a renown famous fortune teller specializing in all things romantic. However, her beliefs gets questioned by a skeptical psychotherapist named Sung Joon as Choi Soo Hyun. Choi Soo Hyun believes that the existence of true love is false and that the love felt from a women is purely incentive only. Hence, follow along this romantic comedy between a fortune teller and a skeptical psychotherapist. Where will their relationship go and can Choi Soo Hyun understand the feelings of love?

Review

Back with another episodic review of Madame Antoine on episodes 9 & 10. Look at me giving another review in just 1 day. This is a first huh? Well episodes 9 & 10 was a cluster of cute and adorable with a spice of suspicion. So...I had faith in Choi. Like I knew there was no way he would give up with the experiment let alone destroy all document. Which was safely saved away in his cloud space. So yea it was inevitable. However, the way he is acting is making me second guess his feelings toward Go Hye Rim. How can I explain this....hmmm...okay his feelings is like a double-edged sword. One minuted his feelings seem genuine and the next it seems as if he is putting up a front. Moreover, I agree with Seung Chan that if Choi had to chose between Go Hye Rim and the experiment. He would chose the experiment. Which sucks but sounds like the most logic answer for Choi's case. Then again, I am hoping that he makes the right decision because toward the end of episode 10 he was deciding whether he should delete the experiment or not. Therefore, even by him considering this it makes me believe in him more. I guess we'll find out in due time. Primarily, Go Hye Rim found out in episode 9 that the experiment is still going and that Choi is lying to her. Furthermore, Seung Chan even warned her, but she keeps being stubborn and well I can't fault her. But! I didn't like the fact that she lashed out at her sister Go Yoo Rim. I believe she took it too far, especially when her sister was just trying to help. So you can say I'm quite disappointed in Go Hye Rim's behavior. However, to watch Go Hye Rim's reaction when she found out the truth about the experiment and that there is a second phase. She was literally seething with anger. I was laughing so hard because I really thought she came into the cafe and jumped kicked Choi and actually punched him in the face. Gosh it really took me by surprise even though she didn't do it. But you knew she wanted to. Ahhh...I wish she actually did it because it would have been even ten times more funny. Oh well.

Now, I was quite surprise to see Choi's biological mother appear at the center. Like the instant I saw her I knew it was her, especially when she was staring at Choi as if she was about to cry with recognition. Gosh...the sad thing is it seems that Choi doesn't realize it is his mother. Wow I can't wait to see the revelation when he does find out. Therefore, I have a theory: What if the reason he had to leave his mom is the about the same as what Go Hye Rim had to do for her child. Hence, if you don't know Go Hye Rim let her child go live with her ex-husband and his wife. That was a tough decision for Go Hye Rim and it tore her up emotionally. So back to the theory. It could be a chance that both circumstances could have been similar or! his mother lost custody of him because of the divorce and he was forced to live separated from her. The possibilities are endless. Hmmm I wonder what the reason could be... Essentially, the patient this time was a little girl who in simple terms was thriving for attention. Thus, she will do anything to grab attention because her parents paid more attention to the oldest and not her. Which made her feel lonely and strive for anything to get attention whether it may be good or bad. Therefore, it was really up to the parents to divide and give special attention to her as they are gave to the eldest. I hope that situation works out for the best. Furthermore, Choi found out that Bae Mi Ran has thyroid cancer. Poor Choi looked as if he was on the verge of tears. I believe I would cry if she dies in this k-drama. I really hope she doesn't I just got over Joo Hyun-Woo death from the k-drama Blood. Gosh his death was so sad and it didn't help that they drew it out...I better stop talking about it it's making me sad all over again. I really don't want to cry. Ahhh...deep breaths....so stay tune for my next episodic review of Madame Antoine....

#/kdr #kdrama #review #Madame Antoine #Blood #Joo Hyun Woo #bae mi ran #choi soo hyun #go hye rim #go yoo rim #Sung Joon #Han Ye Seul

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trickormemes · 7 years ago

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Fantastic Mr. Fox starter sentences

176 starters feel free to change gender pronouns ‘read-more’ added for length content warning: alcohol mention, violence

“What’d the doctor say?”

“Should we take the shortcut or the scenic route?”

“Should we go through the hole under the horse fence or climb the rail over the bridle path?”

“What’s wrong? You’re acting all skittish.”

“By the way, you look unbelievably beautiful tonight. You’re practically glowing. Maybe it’s the light.”

“No, get away from there.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“If we’re still alive tomorrow morning, I want you to find another line of work.”

“Does anybody ever actually read my column? Do your friends talk about it?”

“I’m sick.”

“You’re not sick.”

“I have a temperature.”

“You don’t have a temperature.”

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Hurry up. You’re gonna be late.”

“I love the way you handled that.”

“I don’t wanna live in a hole anymore. It makes me feel poor.”

“We are poor, but we’re happy.”

“What are you wearing? Why a cape with the pants tucked into your socks?”

“Eh. I guess he’s just… different.”

“May I ask what you do for a living, _____?”

“In summation, I think you just gotta not do it, man. That’s all.”

“I understand what you’re saying, and your comments are valuable, but I’m gonna ignore your advice.”

“Are you cussing with me?”

“Don’t try to be a superman here.”

“Do you think I’m an athlete?”

“Well, you know, I think I’m an athlete, and sometimes I feel like you guys don’t see me that way.”

“What’s the subtext here?”

“How long is _____ supposed to stay with us?”

“Double pneumonia isn’t really that big of a deal, is it?”

“Who am I, _____?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it sounds illegal.”

“Here, put this bandit hat on.”

“There’s a lot of attitudes going on around here. Don’t let me get one.”

“Oh, you gonna pout about it? ‘Cause I’ve had it up to here with the sad houseguest routine.”

“I used to do this professionally, and I was very successful at it. I had to get out of it for personal reasons, but I’ve decided to do one last big job on the sly.”

“This is actually kind of a big deal, so don’t just say “Okay!””

“Never look a beagle directly in the eye.”

“Beagle’s aren’t so tough.”

“Listen, I’m not gonna justify this. You just pay attention and stop interrupting me.”

“Are you listening to me? I look into your eyes, and I can’t tell if you’re getting anything that I’m saying.”

“Why is your cousin such a wet sandwich?”

“Are you a bully? You’re starting to sound like a bully.”

“That’s… You just destroyed the whole experiment.”

“You’re supposed to be my lap partner.”

“You’re disloyal.”

“What the cuss? Where did this giant fence come from?”

“Well, I just hope it doesn’t mean thunder, ‘cause I have a phobia of that.”

“The master plan is working again.”

“Why don’t we run that way? There’s no obstacles.”

“That’s so grisly. There’s blood and everything.”

“Alright, what’s the master escape plan?”

“Am I getting better, _____?”

“Well, you sure as cuss aren’t getting any worse.”

“No, you don’t wanna have to compare yourself to that.”

“I think I have some of the same raw, natural talent, don’t you?”

“You’re improving. Let’s put it like that.”

“Where’d you come from?”

“You’re gonna get me in a lot of trouble!”

“Where the cuss does that kid get off?”

“You think he’s gonna tell on us?”

“Before we go any further, from now on, can you give me some kind of a signal once in a while, just so I know any of this is getting through to you?”

“Ah, good, you made it. Anybody see you?”

“I must say, I’m pleased to be invited, but I’m not sure I should be doing this, _____.”

“I don’t like to be dishonest with people.”

“Well, just keep your mouth shut, and there won’t be a problem.”

“We’re not taking a vote!”

“Apple juice? We didn’t come here for apple juice. This is some of the strongest, finest alcoholic cider money can buy. Or that can even be stolen.”

“You’ve aged badly, _____.”

“You’re getting a little long in the tooth yourself, partner.”

“That was close, _____. Be careful.”

“Oh, so good of you to come. Lovely to see you.”

“I don’t even want to talk about it.”

“Perhaps we ought to kill him.”

“Well, that seems rather awful.”

“Oh, I didn’t see you sitting in the dark over there.”

“I don’t wanna be put in the middle of this.”

“Why is he wearing that bandit hat?”

“If what I think is happening, is happening, it better not be.”

“Nice job covering for me.”

“You have got twenty-nine minutes to come up with a proper apology.”

“It’s because you think I’m not good at anything! Well, maybe you’re right. Thanks.”

“You don’t listen to anybody.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why are you yelling at me?”

“I think it’s time for me to give us a pep-talk and explain some things.”

“May I have a word with you, privately?”

“I’m gonna lose my temper now.”

“Why? Why did you lie to me?”

“I’m trying to tell you the truth about myself.”

“I don’t care about the truth about yourself. This story is too predictable.”

“In the end, we all die. Unless you change.”

“If I had a crystal ball, I’d predict a fairly grisly outcome to this situation.”

“This is gonna be a total cluster cuss for everybody.”

“I don’t think I can last another couple of hours before I get completely dehydrated and starve to death.”

“You scared the cuss out of us!”

“I just wanna see a little sunshine.”

“We don’t like you, and we hate your dad.”

“Now, grab some of that mud, chew it in your mouth, and swallow it.”

“I can fight my own fights.”

“This is getting a little too personal.”

“_____…. I know what it’s like to feel… different.”

“I’m not different… Am I?”

“But there’s something kind of fantastic about that, isn’t there?”

“I prefer to be an athlete.”

“I hit it slap in the middle. Do you get how incredible this is?”

“What are you singing, _____?”

“That’s just weak songwriting. You wrote a bad song, _____!”

“We took everything!”

“Well, they could be anywhere by now.”

“We should’ve stayed out of it.”

“I’m still not getting a signal. Is anybody getting any reception?”

“I can imagine how painful, even just emotionally, that must be for you.”

“Well, you know, it’s not the end of the world.”

“Oh, but, _____, how humiliating…”

“Can we drop it?”

“Hey! They say you’re a natural. True or false?”

“Listen. I just had a brainstorm for something fantastic I’ve got to do, but I can’t do it alone.”

“I don’t feel safe.”

“We look good.”

“Ever tasted one of _____’s famous nutmeg-ginger apple snaps?”

“Now I’ve already had too much to drink, and I’m feeling sentimental, but I’m gonna say something anyway.”

“Oh, my gosh, that was crazy! I can’t believe what just happened in there!”

“It’s my fault.”

“You still think we beat ‘em, _____?”

“I shouldn’t have lied to your face.”

“I enjoyed it, but I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Oh, why’d you have to get us into it, _____?”

“I think I have this thing where I need everybody to think I’m the greatest.”

“And if they aren’t completely knocked-out and dazzled and kind of intimidated by me, then I don’t feel good about myself.”

“I promise you if I had all this to do over again, I’d have never let you down.”

“It was always more fun when we did it together anyway.”

“I love you, _____.”

“I love you too. But I shouldn’t have married you.”

“You’re stepping on my lines.”

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine.”

“Well, I guess we should, uh, split into a certain number of groups and… start doing something. Right?”

“Stop, man! Come on, stop!”

“Look at you, girl! You’re still as fine looking as a crème brûlée.”

“Am I being flirted with by a psychotic rat?”

“Would you have told me if I didn’t kill you first?”

“All these wasted years. What were you looking for, _____?”

“He redeemed himself.”

“Redemption? Sure. But in the end, he’s just another dead rat in the garbage pail behind a Chinese restaurant.”

“He went bananas.”

“Stop yelling!”

“I wanna go with you too. I wanna fight.”

“Listen, you’re _____. You’re an unbelievably nice guy. You’re job is really just to be available, I think.”

“I don’t trust this guy.”

“Is that all you’ve got, _____?”

“_____’s on fire!”

“I’m gonna find him, and I’m gonna bring him back.”

“A titanium card? How the cuss did you qualify for this?”

“What’s that white stuff around his mouth?”

“I think he eats soap.”

“He’s rabid. With rabies.”

“Hey. I can fit through there.”

“Psst. It’s me. I’m rescuing you.”

“I’ve got mixed feelings about that.”

“I feel like there’s a tenderness in your eyes, isn’t there?”

“You’re a good boy. A bit lonely, maybe, but terribly sweet.”

“Why, you’re just a sweetie.”

“I’m grumpy. I spit. I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I’m just… different, apparently.”

“Actually, we should just go. Where did I park?”

“I weigh less than a slice of bread.”

“_____, that was pure wild animal craziness.”

“Don’t. Turn. Around.”

“Where’d you come from? What are you doing here?”

“I have a phobia of wolves.”

“What a beautiful creature.”

“Well, what are we looking at?”

“It’s just his tonsils, they’re a little swollen.”

“This better be worth it.”

“I think I see a little sliver of light.”

“You’re a terrible actor, _____.”

“Okay, I get it. Is that your trademark?”

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