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Cannibals [Chapter 9: Blue Jays and Red-Tailed Hawks]

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Series summary: You are his sister, his lover, his betrothed despite everyone else’s protests; you have always belonged to Aemond and believe you always will. But on the night he returns from Storm’s End with horrifying news, the trajectories of your lives are irrevocably changed. Will the war of succession make your bond permanent, or destroy the twisted and fanatical love you share?

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He reaches for his game piece, the shadowcat, although it isn’t purple but only a plain, crudely-carved chunk of oak wood, a makeshift imitation of its twin back in the Red Keep, assuming that Rhaenyra hasn’t stumbled upon and destroyed it. Daeron has sculpted the beast himself; he used a dagger that Aemond gave him as a gift before he was sent away to Oldtown, its hilt embellished with dark blue stones the color of Tessarion’s scales. He has made dice and a board too, and the other four pieces, homely little animals, proxies of his long-lost siblings. Daeron wonders if they miss him as much as he has always missed them. None of them ever said that in their letters, not in words so explicit. Aegon never really wrote at all; instead, he would scrawl barely-legible postscripts at the bottom of other people’s letters: Don’t drink too much, Learn some High Valyrian, Try not to get anyone pregnant.

“I am always the shadowcat,” Daeron explains, grinning. He shows the talisman to his companions, four soldiers fighting in the Hightower army, his closest friends. Then he places it at the starting line he has etched into the board.

“Why do you get the best one?” says Anthony of House Ambrose.

Daeron blinks. This has never occurred to him before. “Is the shadowcat the best piece?”

“Obviously.”

“I don’t know,” teases Josiah of House Roxton of the Ring, scratching his beard. “That butterfly is mighty fearsome.”

Now they’re all laughing. “Then you shall have the butterfly,” Daeron proclaims, handing it to Josiah. “That was my gentle sister Helaena’s piece. And you will never be as good as her, not if you pray to the Seven for a thousand years.”

“No,” Josiah agrees somberly, bowing his head in the firelight. It is just after dusk, and even here in the south, even within the cloth walls of the tent, the metallic chill of winter is creeping into every room like a vermin, like a spider or a rat.

“And Anthony, because you are clever yet envious and ever-grasping, I bequeath you Aemond’s wolf.” Daeron drops it into his open, calloused palm.

“I hope he doesn’t come looking for it,” Anthony chuckles. “I’m quite skilled with the sword, but I would be loath to meet the prince in combat.”

“I don’t want the worm,” slurs Oliver of House Fossoway of Cider Hall. Oli is quite drunk.

“It’s a snake, you idiot,” Josiah says.

“And it’s yours, Oli.” Daeron gives the tiny wooden snake to him. Oli accepts it reluctantly. “The snake was Aegon’s piece.”

“Long live the king!” Oli bellows with sudden fervor, and raises his cup of ale. Everyone toasts to the king’s health.

“Wherever he may be,” Daeron says before draining his cup and sweeping his silver hair out of his eyes, blue like a Targaryen’s, large and expressive like Mother’s. He feels that Aegon is still alive somewhere. He believes that if his eldest brother was dead, he would know it in his bones; there would be invisible, unbearable wounds like the ones that opened up when Helaena and Dreamfyre fell from the sky, days before Daeron received a raven carrying the news.

“What about my game piece?” asks Laurence of House Redwyne of the Arbor. He is a bowman and a healer as well, adept at herbal remedies and stitching. He would have preferred to be a maester or a septon, but as his parents’ only son he was compelled to endure the life of a lord. A squire arrives, refills all the cups with ale, departs with a swift bow.

“You are a Redwyne, and so you shall have Red’s bat,” Daeron says, entrusting the inanimate beast to Laurence. They know who he is talking about; they have heard more fireside stories of Daeron’s siblings than they could count. “And you are nothing like her. You are pious and poised, and you have never made your parents blush with shame. My Mother would have loved to have you for a son.”

“I’ll take your place,” Laurence says mildly, smiling. “You can be my parents’ dashing warrior, and I can accompany Queen Alicent when she prays in the sept.”

Daeron rolls first. He reads the dice and moves his shadowcat forward seven spaces. His brow knits together with determination. “I’m not leaving my mother there.”

“What? In the city?” Anthony asks, startled but not opposed. He is not one to shy away from battle. He believes that is where men find glory, where they ascend from mortals to something more, legends, heroes, gods.

Josiah snickers. “Not going to wait for Prince Aemond’s permission, huh?”

“The people of King’s Landing are in rebellion,” Daeron says, firelight flickering on his face. “Rhaenyra is desperate, and she is grieving Jace’s death, and she has my mother, Jaehaera, and Maelor in her grasp. What if Rhaenyra flees the city on Syrax and evades punishment for her treason? What if she executes my family, or if they are killed somehow when mobs overrun the Red Keep? I will not wait idly. Tessarion and I will recapture King’s Landing for the Greens.”

Oli raises his cup of ale again. “And we will fight with you!”

All five men toast, drink deeply, resume the game. Daeron wins; he has always been lucky.

~~~~~~~~~~

You stumble upstairs together, you supporting Aegon’s weight as best you can, tripping on the stone steps as lightning flashes outside the windows. Rain pours in sheets, wind howls through the cracked walls of the castle, and for a moment you think you are back at Heart’s Home, and that at the top of the tower you will find Luca waiting for you, safe and without pain and grinning his toothless little smile at you over Jace’s shoulder. Then—through the wine, through the torchlight and the thunder—you remember, and you feel the loss of them all over again, and when your knees buckle on the staircase Aegon drags you to your feet. You can sense that Alys Rivers is following you both, sweeping near-silently in her mossy green gown, peering fixedly with those strange silvery eyes like mirrors, haunting doorways and corridors. When you look back you catch glimpses of her, deformed shadows with long white fingers like the skeleton of a bat.

“I’m not a man anymore,” Aegon is blubbering as he collapses into his bed. His half-unbuttoned shirt is damp with spilled cider; tears gleam on his disfigured face.

“Shh, yes you are,” you soothe, lying down beside him. You rest a palm on his chest, gnarled grotesque scar tissue the color of a flayed man. Hazily, you think of the Bolton soldiers who must have marched south with Cregan Stark, and you wonder if when they sharpen their knives they are thinking of Aegon, or Daeron, or Aemond, or Mother, or maybe even you.

“I used to be,” Aegon sobs. “Now I’m just a useless, mutilated, flaccid freak.”

You burrow into him, drunk and drowsy. “Whatever you are, I’m glad you’re still alive.”

Aegon slings a scarred arm over your shoulder. Your ribs throb, your skull aches. “I used to love whoring,” he says miserably.

“The sport is not lost to you entirely. A working cock is not required to satisfy a woman.”

He laughs. “No, I suppose you’re right.”

“Perhaps you will recover. Perhaps you will find new ways to experience pleasure.”

“Perhaps,” Aegon agrees in a soft murmur, and then he dozes off.

And as the room spirals around you and thunder booms outside, you are carried back to other times and places, fleeting visions like the windows you once peered through into Aemond’s mind. You are a child being shoved into a wooden trunk and entombed there. You are tapping your little red bat around the game board. You are under the arbor grown over with roses and thorns, sunlight bleeding through the leaves in golden trickles. You are watching blue jays flit through a blue sky and bathe in the water of the fountains. You are playing with Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and Maelor, building fortresses of stones and sticks, collecting seashells with them on the beach. You are catching your bats when they soar in through the open window to land in your palms. You are watching Aemond ride back from hunting with one of his red-tailed hawks still perched on his glove. You are feeling your mattress shift beneath his weight, his hand on your thigh, his teeth on your neck; you hear a reverent whisper of High Valyrian. And then you hear the blistering shrieks of all the people he has killed, and you are reminded of Mother’s words about what you once shared with him: It’s strange, and violent, and obsessive and profane and…and…unnatural.

Was she right? She must have been. All it has led to is suffering.

If I had never loved Aemond, Luca and Jace would still be alive. If I had married some ordinary nobleman like Mother and Grandsire always wanted—his bloodline an inheritance from the Andals or the First Men, not the treacherous smoldering embers of Old Valyria—my children would be safe, and Helaena never would have tried to escape King’s Landing, and Aemond would have wed a Baratheon girl and perhaps accepted Lord Borros’ offer of dinner and rest that night in Storm’s End, and maybe Luke wouldn’t have been killed over Shipbreaker Bay, and there is a chance the war would never have happened at all.

But you didn’t listen to Mother and Grandsire, because you have never been tame, gentle, dutiful, ladylike. Jace saw this clearly; you were hungry.

You don’t fall sleep until dawn, and when you wake it is night again. The maids bring food, bread and butter and stew thick with fish and crab, but neither you or Aegon want it. You are marooned here together, not useful like Aemond or Daeron, not holy like Helaena, and the only remedy is cider that flows like molten gold, heat that burns in your throat like the fire of a dragon.

Now there is bleak grey midday light streaming in through the windows, and Aegon is screaming downstairs. You sit up, startled and bleary-eyed, your tangled silver hair strewn carelessly all around you. Alys is standing beside the bed. You yelp in alarm when you see her.

“A raven has arrived,” Alys says tonelessly. She has a red ribbon laced through her moon-white fingers and is toying with it.

“What? Why are you in here…?”

“I think it’s bad news.” Then she floats to the doorway and turns back to make sure you’re following, her hand with the ribbon resting on her rounded belly.

At the bottom of the staircase, Aegon is writhing on the stone floor, a piece of parchment—doubtlessly sent by one of his loyalists on the mainland, one of the very few who know where he is now, perhaps somebody at Rook’s Rest or Crackclaw Point—crumpled in his fist. Several maids are trying futilely to comfort him. You take the letter from Aegon so you can read it.

What is written there in black ink is a tale of triumph and ruin. Under the cover of darkness the Hightower army marched on King’s Landing, and the smallfolk rose up to join them when the soldiers breached the city walls, and the capital has been retaken by the Greens and Mother freed from her cell. Ulf the White was found drunk and senseless, and promptly murdered. Silverwing fled from the Dragonpit in the midst of the chaos. Daeron and Tessarion flew directly to the Red Keep and attacked Syrax where she had been kept in the courtyard, killing the dragon and thus destroying Rhaenyra’s chance to escape. The woman the Blacks call queen was captured and imprisoned, and the men of her council executed; but not before her bowmen shot Daeron through the chest and throat and he tumbled from the saddle and died alone, bleeding to death within the castle walls he once called home. Tessarion screeched in grief and would not leave his body, incinerating the archers when they dared to shoot at her next.

It’s in your pounding skull, a memory that fills your vision, harsh and luminous like lightning: Daeron as a child moving his little purple shadowcat around the board, how the rest of you packed up the game and never played again after he was sent to Oldtown.

“He was supposed to wait for Aemond,” Aegon is sobbing. “He wasn’t supposed to try to retake the city alone, he knew that, he was just a kid…”

You see Daeron falling from the sky, riddled with arrows and stained red with blood. You see Helaena and Dreamfyre plummeting down towards the beach where you once played with her children. And then you see Aemond plunging into the Gods Eye and being swallowed up by cold dark currents, sinking to the floor of the lake, dissolving into silt, disappearing from history.

I love him, you realize, an abrupt and agonizing laceration down to the bone. I might hate him, but I love him too. And hasn’t it always been that way?

You feel the heat of blood drawn on your cheek, taste the iron and copper of it on Aemond’s lips. Your skull aches, always on the left side.

“Why are we the ones still alive?!” Aegon wails at you. “You and me and Aemond were the monsters. But Helaena and Daeron, they were good, they were pure, they deserved to be here when the war is over!”

“It’s not over yet,” Alys says ominously.

“Go away, witch,” Aegon moans, covering his face with his hands. “Go away, go away, go away…”

Outside where soft rain is falling—you can see droplets on the windows and endless opaque fog—you hear the distant snarl of a dragon. And you have the overwhelming sensation that you are being called to.

Above the Gods Eye, the red and the blue, Alys had said. Aemond was blue…but who was red? Caraxes, Daemon, me?

The dragon growls again, not Sunfyre or Grey Ghost or Vermithor the Bronze Fury but the Cannibal, never ridden, never tamed, always hungry. Alys Rivers is holding something out to you. It is the red ribbon.

“He flies to his death,” she says levelly. “Unless you are there to catch him.”

Luca and Jace are gone. Helaena and Daeron are gone. Jaehaerys and Grandsire are gone. But I don’t have to lose Aemond too.

You take the ribbon and swiftly weave your hair into an untidy braid, then tie it off at the end with the strip of red. It is the first color besides black you have worn since you left Heart’s Home. Then you pad towards the castle entranceway in your bare feet.

Aegon is sniffling as the maids try to console him. He peers up at you from where he is still collapsed on the floor, a heap of marred skin and weak bones. “Where are you going?”

In answer, the Cannibal roars outside, immense and gravelly and malevolent.

Aegon says again, frantic now: “Red, where are you going?”

“To claim a dragon.”

“You can’t,” he says, stunned, petrified. “They all refused you.”

“I’m a different person now.”

“No!” he shouts as you turn to leave, lunging and wrapping his arms around your legs, trying to keep you here. “Please don’t go. Please stay. I don’t want to lose you too.”

Tenderly, you touch his tangled locks of silver hair, his mutilated cheek, his slumped shoulder. “If I don’t go, you might lose all of us.”

“It’s suicide. The Cannibal can’t be ridden.”

“But I know what he craves,” you say, and from across the room Alys smiles at you, her pale eyes glinting and her hands stroking the small globe of her belly. “And I want the same thing.”

You pull away from Aegon and escape into the mist, the rain, the cold wind and sea spray that burns in your lungs. He hobbles after you with his walking stick, pleading for you to stop, but he is too slow to catch up. Behind Aegon, Alys trails at a distance, meandering over the rocks. The magma trapped beneath the surface of the island flows like scorching blood through the arteries of the earth; the heat radiates up through the soles of your feet. The marrow glows hot and red in your bones.

You follow the Cannibal’s grunts and snarls and find him down by the water, a shore of jagged volcanic rocks and no sand, volcanic glass, fury hardened and cooled. But yours is still fresh. The Cannibal is feasting on the corpse of Grey Ghost. Gore hangs in crimson shreds from his craggy teeth; he has too many of them, they grow in rows like a shark’s. Frothing seawater laps at his claws. He raises his massive head—black scales and barbed spines, mindless primordial eyes green and luminous—and growls, steam rising from his flaring nostrils.

Fear strikes you, sharp and sudden. Your hands and knees are trembling.

“Let’s go back to the castle!” Aegon yells over the sounds of the sea and the gales of wind.

But you can’t stop now. The Cannibal called and you answered. And here, nineteen years late, you will have the dragon you were denied from birth.

You speak in High Valyrian as the wind gusts and rakes, your black mourning gown billowing, strands of silver hair ripped from your braid. “You hate your kind,” you say to the Cannibal, showing him the empty palms of your hand as you approach, cutting your bare feet on the rocks; and he watches you, eyes blazing, fangs revealed. “And I do too. I hate Rhaenyra for ordering the deaths of Helaena and Daeron and Grandsire. I hate Daemon for sending assassins into my home to murder Jaehaerys. I hate Aemond for killing Luca and Jace. And I hate myself for not being able to stop any of it.”

The Cannibal roars and his jaws open wide, revealing a gaping blood-red throat. From deep within him, lethal flames are building.

“I told you!” Aegon is shouting. “He can’t be tamed, get away from him! Red, come back, please don’t die, please!”

“I was weak!” you scream at the Cannibal in High Valyrian, stumbling over the rocks as you move closer. You bare your teeth at him like you did to Jace the night Rhaenyra took King’s Landing. “I was useless without you. I tried to forget my inheritance as a Targaryen, but it found me. It found me in the Vale, it found me as my son died in my arms. I cannot be gentle and toothless. I can only be the blood of the dragon.”

The Cannibal snaps his jaws shut and stills, his green eyes alight and fixed on you. Aegon and Alys say nothing; perhaps they are afraid to break the spell. You reach out and press your hand to the Cannibal’s muzzle; it comes away covered with Grey Ghost’s blood. You drag your tongue up the length of your palm and drink it. Dragon blood tastes like metal and smoke and the verdant rot of a swamp. The Cannibal growls from low in his enormous chest, but now his radiant eyes are curious.

“Help me kill Daemon and Caraxes,” you say as the wind howls and raindrops run in rivulets down your face. You place both hands on the Cannibal’s bloodied muzzle now. “You’ll kill your kind and I’ll kill mine. Together we will consume them. And I swear to you, my hatred burns every bit as hot as yours.”

You show the Cannibal, picturing it in your mind and knowing he can see: Aemond confessing that he murdered Luke, blood spurting when Jaehaerys was decapitated, Helaena and Dreamfyre crashing down to the beach outside the Red Keep, Jace lying dead in a crumbling stairwell, Luca’s blanket spotted with scarlet and his cries going silent, Daeron pierced with arrows, Aemond disintegrating in the depths of the Gods Eye if you cannot save him.

“I have all this hatred and no way to satisfy it. Let’s fly. Let’s devour.”

The Cannibal wears no saddle and never has. He is wild, and even now you will never own him. What you share will aways be a fight, a push and a pull like the tides, brutal and beloved, but isn’t that how you like it? You move to his side, wading in the shallow water on the shoreline, and hook your fingers around the spines that jut out of his thorax like thorns. His scales gleam like obsidian; he snorts tendrils of searing steam. He does nothing to help you, not stooping lower to the ground, not nudging you along with his snout as you’ve seen Sunfyre do for Aegon. The Cannibal only looks to Grey Ghost’s tattered corpse and takes another bite, crushing the ribcage between his jaws, ropes of gristle and deflated pink lungs gulped down.

Faintly, you hear Aegon say as he whirls to Alys: “Seven hells, I think it’s working.”

You heave yourself upwards and climb until you reach the Cannibal’s knobby spine, and nothing hurts, not your head or your ribs or the cuts on your feet or the scar that begins at your collarbone. As you are still searching for good spots to grab onto so you don’t slide off, crawling over the terrain of his back like stones, the Cannibal jolts forward and you scream when you nearly tumble head-first off of him and into the ocean. You grapple for purchase, eventually finding several large spines near his shoulder blades. You grip these thornlike appendages—your hands are too small to close around them completely—and now the Cannibal is diving into the Narrow Sea.

Aegon shouts something you can’t decipher, and then you are underwater and the world outside is muted. The ocean is ice cold and thrashing violently with the force of the Cannibal’s movement, and you hold on with your eyes squeezed shut, the currents wrenching you roughly, waiting for the dragon to resurface. But the Cannibal plunges deeper and pressure builds in your ears until it feels like they will rupture open and hemorrhage.

Is he trying to drown me??

You consider releasing his spines and paddling blindly for open air, but that would be a surrender. You would be unworthy. You would have no dragon. And the Cannibal would devour you like he did Grey Ghost.

You think in High Valyrian as loudly as you can: I will die here before I let go. I am not afraid of the afterlife. Half of my family is there already. Jace is rocking Luca in his arms, Helaena is placing ladybugs in his tiny wrinkled palms, Daeron is telling him that I’ll be home soon.

And then the Cannibal ascends, and through your eyelids you can tell there is light again, and he bursts through the surf and onto a rocky beach. He scrabbles over the ground, you lurching and blinking seawater from your eyes. The Cannibal’s black wings, ragged from battling other monsters, open like the wings of a raven or a bat. You peer down and the island is growing smaller and the wind is forceful, the ocean rippling under the gusts from the Cannibal’s wings.

You look over your shoulder, and for only a moment you glimpse Aegon standing on the shore and cheering, waving, whistling, and Alys watching with a smile. Then the Cannibal banks and carries you higher into the grey clouds. The air is frigid, and you can’t see anything through the fog, but you are grinning as the wind stings on your teeth. At last, you know what it is like to fly. Dreamfyre bonded to the gentle, Vermithor to the powerful and ambitious, but you were made for a different sort of beast. Your dragon is hateful. Your dragon is hungry.

The Cannibal circles back to Dragonstone, breaks through the sightless mist like a blade through flesh, and lands beside Aegon and Alys and snarls at them, gnashing his gore-stained fangs. Steam blasts from his nostrils and blows through their hair. Alys shrinks away from him, her hands cradling her belly protectively.

Aegon is laughing hysterically. “What now?” he says, marveling at the Cannibal, awed and horrified in equal measure. “All these years you thought there was something wrong with you. Thank the gods your egg never hatched.”

“Aemond is meeting Daemon in battle above the Gods Eye. That’s where I’m going.”

“Do you even know how to get there?!”

“It’s west of here. That’s a start.” But you see a mirage through the Cannibal’s ancient green eyes: a time years ago, decades, centuries, when he flew over the Riverlands and felt the foreign magic of the Old Gods, natural adversaries to Valyrians. He flew away from them then. He can find his way back now.

In High Valyrian, you think: Take me there and we will kill our own.

Yes, an ancient voice rumbles in your skull, wrathful black bottomless gluttony. Yes, yes.

~~~~~~~~~~

It gleams like a sapphire in the face of the earth, the Gods Eye as you descend through dense clouds that taste like metal when you breathe the winter sky into your lungs. You have flown through the night, and you both would be exhausted if not fueled by hatred the way wood feeds a fire.

The Cannibal shows you things through his archaic reptilian eyes—the Targaryens arriving on the doorstep of his lair after heeding Daenys the Dreamer’s vision of the Doom of Valyria, Aegon’s Conquest and Visenya’s scheming, Maegor the Cruel’s ashes being interred on the island where he was raised, the Old King Jaehaerys fleeing with Alysanne to Dragonstone so they could marry against the wishes of his advisors, Rhaenyra and Daemon’s wedding and happiness there before the war began, dragons coming and going, storms and eruptions and shipwrecks, claws and fangs and raw meat—and so you learn what it means to be a dragon. You show him your comparatively few memories in return, your momentary existence, and he begins to understand you too.

The dark skeletal remnants of Harrenhal, promised to Alys and the son she shares with Aemond, appear as the Cannibal flies lower. On the fields by the lakeshore, armies are clashing in battle; you see the banners of House Stark, House Lannister, and the dual factions of House Targaryen. High above the murky blue water, Vhagar and Caraxes are twisted in lethal combat, flames pouring from their jaws, claws scraping away scales.

Aemond, you think, and you wonder if he has already felt that you’re here.

The Cannibal glides with his vast, frayed wings over the Green soldiers, and you spot Criston among them, astride a galloping white horse and wielding a sword. He stares up as the Cannibal’s shadow falls over him, and he sees what you have brought with you, and he is so staggered he cannot look away. Men are pointing and shouting. The Northmen are pulling up their horses, their infantry bolting for the trees. In front of you are thousands of enemy combatants, anonymous and swarming like ants.

“Dracarys,” you whisper, and the Cannibal opens his jaws and spills a river of fire down on the Northman. Their banners burn, their horses scream and scatter, their men are cooked in their armor and stumble towards the water to extinguish themselves. You feel the Cannibal’s malevolent satisfaction. He feels your hatred turning lighter, anemic, easier to carry.

He swoops up into the sky where Vhagar and Caraxes are intertwined. Vhagar has the Blood Wyrm’s long, serpentine neck clenched between her fangs, but Caraxes is not dead yet; he has clawed through the scales of Vhagar’s belly and opened her, unspooled her, disemboweled her. Vhagar’s intestines cascade from her abdomen and tangle around her kicking feet. She is bleeding to death. She will fall soon.

Daemon knows there is no escape. He has Dark Sister in his fist and is preparing to jump from his saddle and deliver the deathblow to Aemond. You remember Daemon stalking you around the courtyard of the Red Keep with the same sword, twirling it in his hands and fantasizing about slitting your throat. The Cannibal understands this as if it is his own memory and unleashes crimson flames upon Caraxes. In his final seconds, Daemon turns and sees you, and the last thing he feels is not triumph but shock and heat and excruciating, incinerating pain, a fire that burns ruinously clean, leaving not even the bones.

Vhagar is dying. She releases Caraxes and the smoldering, broken dragon tumbles resistlessly into the lake. Aemond is calling your name. The Cannibal soars towards them, almost close enough now. Vhagar goes limp as she exsanguinates, her wings stop flapping, her colossal body spirals down towards the Gods Eye. Aemond unfastens his chains and leaps from the saddle. It is his only chance; if he hits the water with Vhagar, he will be knocked unconscious and drown, sink, vanish. His long hair is a ribbon of silver. His hands grasp for you and the Cannibal, catching nothing but empty air.

You reach for him as he falls and the wind rushes through your fingers, grey as steel and cold like the descending winter.

~~~~~~~~~~

A year ago, twilight in the garden of the Red Keep, the fountain trickling lazily as you perch on the edge with Blue Jay clinging to your forearm. High above, silver glints of constellations are burning through the indigo sky. On the ground, you kick pebbles around aimlessly with your bare feet. You avoid his gaze because you’re trying to pretend you’re teasing; you don’t want him to see how upset you are. “They’re going to make you marry a Baratheon girl.”

“No they aren’t.”

“Yes, Aemond, they are. I understand that. You don’t have to lie to me.”

“They’re going to try,” he purrs into your ear as he sits down beside you, petting Blue Jay with one lithe hand. “But I won’t do it. If Borros Baratheon needs a marriage to seal his alliance, then Daeron can wed his youngest daughter. I’ve already written to Daeron, and he agreed. He was willing, in fact. If it means he would be coming home to King’s Landing at last.”

“Lord Baratheon will want you,” you insist. “You are older. You are closer to the throne.”

“I’m very close to it,” Aemond agrees, kissing the apple of your cheek and then biting you there, the sharpness of his teeth, the pink warmth of bloodrush. Blue Jay swoops off into the dusk to devour the wheeling white specks of moths and lacewings.

“He will try to tempt you, he will offer you a beautiful bride.”

“Oh, yes, she will be beautiful,” Aemond murmurs, and when you strike at his chest he catches your wrists and yanks you in closer. “And she will be meek, and compliant, and ladylike in every way, and if she was mine she would lie down and spread her legs for me whenever I asked, because that is what is required of a dutiful wife. She will be devout…and decorous…and sinless…”

“Then marry her instead,” you hiss as you battle with him, fighting to get away, not wanting to win. Aemond drags you off the ledge of the fountain and into the cool shallow water. You splash as you struggle, your fingernails raking against his throat and the blind side of his face where he can’t see to defend himself, your long silver braid heavy and sodden, your blood-colored velvet gown drenched and clinging to you like muscles to bones.

“But the Baratheon girl wouldn’t be like me,” Aemond says, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him, and while his hands are rough his voice is soft, almost like a whisper, almost like the prayers that Mother sighs in the sept, pleading for the gods to tame her children. The thrashing water goes still. Your heartbeat is slowing. You gaze into the crystalline blue of his eye and are trapped there like a sailor sinking to the bottom of the sea. “And she wouldn’t be like you either.”

You grin—relief, triumph, hunger—and Aemond kisses you, not like how a lord kisses a lady but how animals devour each other, fierce and biting, insatiable, unashamed.

Aemond says as he kneels in the water of the fountain, bats you named after him flapping overhead in a darkening sky: “I have to leave for Storm’s End at dawn. I won’t be gone long, I won’t sleep there even if I’m invited too. Wait up for me tomorrow night.”

“No,” you answer, taunting him; but you will.

[jewbeloved]

Hi I have to things to ask of you 1.the red panda ask is not working for some reason an I really want to read it because I love your work and 2. Do you think you can do a Encanto reader I would like Isabela powers please for Stan group with butters or Craig gang.

Ps your a great writer 😉

Craig, Tweek, Clyde, Tolkien, Jimmy, and Butters with a s/o who can make flowers grows like Isabella🌸💐🌺💖💖

My red panda post has been fixed, thank you for informing me.

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Craig Tucker 🐹

He low-key finds that special power ability of yours adorable.

He would probably melt if he found out you made a flower vase with the colors that matches his everyday outfit. Blue and Yellow.

Stripe also loves the flowers you make too! You and Craig would find she/he sleeping in a flower pile you left behind when you last used your power.

Cue you and Craig taking multiple pictures of Stripe sleeping in the flower pile📸📸📸📸

You would use your power to make flower crowns, necklaces, and wrist bands too! Craig would definitely wear it wherever he goes. He doesn't care if his friends tease him for it.

They wouldn't be teasing him if they had a s/o who had such a unique ability that can make pretty flowers. They're missing out, but Craig wouldn't tell them or anyone about your special ability.

Unless you're okay with it, your secrets are always safe with Craig. He can promise you that <3💙💙💙🌸🌸

💛 Tweek Tweak 🍪

Oh Jesus! this poor boy freaked out the first time you showed him your power. I mean can you blame him? It's not everyday you see someone randomly make flowers bloom outta nowhere!

Please reassure him that you're not a sorceress. (Tweek....why?😭)

He is okay with it, at least it's not something evil or else he's gonna freak out.

Flowers aren't evil right? well....some can be like the venus one. But it's okay! You wouldn't use your power to harm your boyfriend in any way!

Would be impressed if you made a flower bloom with coffee beans inside of it (not meth, just your regular coffee beans you would find on trees like the ones in Jamaica)

Author note: THEY TASTE GOOD! ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU BOIL IT IN A POT AND IT BECOMES TEA!❤️❤️❤️

Okay sorry I didn't mean to bore you guys with that ;-;

Ehm, anyways.

If Tweek actually made coffee with the beans from the flower you bloomed, he would be amazed with how it tastes so much better then the meth his parents put in his coffee! He might get used to this.

Tweek is now interested in your ability, please show him what else you can do with those flowers of yours :3💛💛💛💛

❤️ Clyde Donovan 💧

You aren't gonna bloom onions, right?

"CLYDE! THERES NO SUCH THING AS ONION FLOWERS!!".

"WAAAH IM SORRY N/N!!"

Definitely loves your ability and the flowers you bloom. He secretly might use the flowers and mix them into perfume.

But you would know what scent is because you know all of the flowers that you bloom. He can't fool you can he?

Would cry if you make him accessories that are made from your flowers, it's not everyday he gets a gift from anyone.

He'll wear the flower accessory, but never in front of his friends. (HE HAS HIS REASONS OKAY?! LEAVE HIM ALONE😭😭😭 definitely not because he teased Craig and now he doesn't want to get teased himself).

Whenever he's crying (if he had a bad day or rough time) you would try your best to make him happy again by putting on a show for him like making your flowers move in a silly way to cheer him up.

But if he faked cried just to get to see your ability again if you weren't using it for a while...you'd turn your back and ignore him for a few hours. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

💜 Tolkien Black 💸 (Yes I figured I was pronouncing his name wrong this entire time 😭)

He found it strange how someone is capable of making flowers bloom randomly whenever they please, but who is he to judge you? Definitely Cartman would but Tolkien wouldn't allow him to do that.

As a matter of fact, how the hell did the fat ass find out about your ability? Did he spy on you and Tolkien? He better not say a word or you will barrage his mouth shut with flowers.

If you made a huge flower field in a secret place where nobody can find it. You and Tolkien would play around in it for hours as if you guys were swimming in a pool. <3

Flower dates if you made it possible!

His parents would be confused if they see a random flower on the wall in his room and he would make up an excuse like: "Sorry mom and dad, I thought it would be nice to pick out a flower and put it on my wall...". HE WOULD BE SHOCKED IF THEY ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT RIDICULOUS LIE!!.

But that's fine, you both can play around with your flower ability in Cartman's treehouse without him knowing💜💜💜💜💜

💛 Jimmy Valmer 🍭

I think he just found a new muse for his silly jokes. Haha with that aside he really loves your ability as well! You make a lot of colorful flowers that some people probably can't resist.

Probably made a joke about steroids while mixing with it flowers. that was a one-time joke since he didn't know what other kind of joke to make with steroids.

You suspected he probably made that steroid joke because he was taking them again💀 so you decided to hide all of the steroids in flower piles so he couldn't go on steroids anymore! ☺️

But yeah, he loves your flowers and accessories you make with them to give to him! Probably brags to Timmy about it everytime you make something for him.

Would be surprised if you bloom a flower that squirts water out like those prank outfits with the flower on them💛💛💛💛💛

💛 Butters Scotch 🍓

"Oh my (Name)! that's a really mighty special thingy you have right there! can you show me more of it?".

Show. Butters. Right. Now.

He became addicted to seeing your ability. Let him see more beautiful flowers bloom! :D

Whenever he's grounded in his room and can't come out. You would sneak him out of the window

And take him to a special place that you created for you and him. He would be ecstatic to see a huge amount of flowers around everywhere! It makes him feel like he's living in a fantasy world where all of the flowers are huge!

He would store every accessories you make them for him in a vase where his parents won't find out about.

Thinking about it, this makes him want to get you a ring that has flowers on it for the day he wants to marry you when you both get older.💛💛💛💛

HELP I HAVE A NEW HYPER FIXATION! ❤️💛💙 (These 3 hearts should hint it 😌)

[evaslytherpuff]

Desperate For Sanctuary

Ominis Gaunt x F!OC

Friends to lovers, Yandere OC

18+ MDNI!!!

Characters are 18+ in this fic!!!

Plot: Ominis just wanted to finish his final year at Hogwarts without any issues. In walks Vivian Beausoleil, a new transfer student, and she turns his world upside down. They are falling for one another hard and fast but soon find out that their past’s may come back to haunt them.

Tag list: @myrachondria @hotcinnam0nspicy @moongurl95 I appreciate that you all support this story and the characters, this fanfic is very dear to me! Thank you for reading!🥹💙

CW: Spoilers for Sebastian’s quest line, Feelings of abandonment

If any of the above warnings may trigger you, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Chapter 1

September 12th, 1892

Ominis Gaunt sat in the great hall alone, once again, kind of glad no one decided to bother him. He was just trying to make it through his last year at Hogwarts and then move on with his miserable life. He honestly wouldn't even be here if he didn't need the extra help. He struggled in many of his classes and it was truly embarrassing. He was so annoyed at himself and couldn't stand the fact that magic was kind of difficult for him. He only applied for two N.E.W.T.S and even then he didn't really care if he passed them or not.

He sighed as he poked at a pile of mashed potatoes, not really in the mood to eat them. He recalled how everything just seemed to fall apart after his fifth year here. He did his best to forgive his best friend Sebastian after he had murdered his own uncle. It was a nasty mess and unfortunately it tore their brotherhood apart.

Even after Ominis tried to mend their friendship, Sebastian was more determined than ever to find a cure for his cursed sister Anne, taking Ember along with him. Ember was the new fifth year student who had the amazing ability to see and use ancient magic. She saved the wizarding world from Ranrok and his loyalists and defeated Victor Rookwood as well. After all that had happened and the rift that seemed to grow larger each day, Ominis refused to follow them to North America, ultimately ending their friendship. He didn't want to give up on helping Anne but the path they were taking was vicious and extremely dangerous. Not only that, but it seemed to push his friends even further towards dark magic. Sebastian was always determined to get what he wanted and Ember would have followed wherever he led.

This left Ominis feeling abandoned with a hole where his heart used to be. He was broken, everyone around him knew it, he knew it as well. It's why everyone avoided him. Today would be no different from any other day. He sat by himself, attended classes alone, and spent all his free time in the library in solitude. Somehow, he was still able to access The Room of Requirement, even after Ember left Hogwarts. He knew exactly what to hope for and where to find the door that led to his own sanctuary, he even slept there to avoid the dormitory, it was away from everyone who would whisper and talk about him. He despised this the most. Even though he is blind, he could still feel people staring at him and it annoyed the hell out of him. People doubted him whenever this was brought up but all his other senses were heightened. His sense of hearing, smell, taste, and touch made up for his lack of sight. He heard all of the gossip that floated around Hogwarts, whether he wanted to or not. He sighed, just wanting to get through his classes so he could read and go to bed, he was already done with the day before it even started.

Suddenly the great hall doors swung open and he heard Professor Weasley speaking to someone. Who would be showing up to breakfast this late? Was a student up to no good and now in trouble? He listened more closely over the hush of the hall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! Follow me and we'll get you sorted into your new house." Professor Weasley said cheerfully.

A new student? In their seventh year? This normally didn't happen and shockingly, it had Ominis' attention. Apparently, he wasn't the only one. The whole school stopped what they were doing to pay attention to the new attendee. The chatter spread like wildfire and Ominis was able to gather all that he could without even having to interact with anyone.

According to the chit chat, she's a transfer student from Beauxbatons. Everyone was excited to see which house she would be placed in. Ominis had to admit, he was intrigued, starting over at a new school especially this late had to be overwhelming. He wondered how she would fair. A hush fell over the crowd as professor Weasley placed the sorting hat on the girl's head. It was perfectly quiet for a moment before its voice rang out amongst the crowded hall.

"Ah! A Beauxbatons transfer. Hmmm. Interesting indeed! And a seventh year at that! I sense a lot of emotions from you!" The hat announced loudly. "Oh, you're a complex one aren't you?" It asked. "A bright mind, plenty of talent and determination. Hmmm. Creative, ambitious and resourceful. A very kind heart I see! My, what a young lady we have here! Hmmm. Better be...Slytherin!!!" The hat shouted.

The whole slytherin table began an uproar, cheering on and welcoming the new girl. The rest of the hall clapped for her. Ominis just raised a brow and brought his hands together halfheartedly, returning to his partially eaten food. His fork stilled when he heard the sound of heels growing closer and a slight breeze caressing him. He was hit by the most intoxicating scent, causing him to inhale sharply. What was that?

"Hello, is anyone sitting here?" A soft and sultry voice with a lulling French accent asked.

For the first time in years, Ominis' damaged heart began…to race. He didn't understand what was happening but it felt like his chest had been hit with a hammer. He turned in the direction of her beautiful voice but could barely form any words. He blinked rapidly, just trying to form a damn sentence. He needed to get it together but her scent was washing over him, making his brain fuzzy.

"Ominis! She was talking to you, hello!" Imelda's horrid squawk rang out.

"It's alright, he may not have heard me. I've been told to speak up before." She giggled and Ominis felt a flutter in his stomach. Did he have… butterflies? What the fuck? He thought.

He finally found his voice. "No, no one is sitting here." He said quietly and he heard her take a seat right next to him. Was the table so full that she had to sit beside him?

"This is Ominis, he's not very approachable." He heard Imelda grumble.

"I heard that, I just prefer to not be bothered. Especially by you, Imelda." Ominis practically spat out her name then sighed.

"My apologies, I hope I'm not bothering you." He could hear the slight hurt in her voice and a pang struck his heart. He didn't mean to offend her. Wait. Why did he care? He needed to get a hold of himself.

"No, you didn't bother me. You're new and need a place to sit. Imelda is old and well... annoying." He rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha. Very funny, Ominis." Imelda hissed as the new girl chuckled. "By the way, her name is Vivian Beausoleil if you even care to know, she's a transfer from Beauxbatons."

"I heard, news travels fast in this school. I'm Ominis. It's nice to meet you, Vivian." He said as calmly as he could while he held out his hand to her.

He felt a tingle shoot through his entire body as she shook his hand gently. Hers was soft and petite against his long fingers that clasped around her warm palm. He slightly smiled to himself, his hand was so much bigger than hers.

"It's lovely to meet you, Ominis." He could feel the warmth in her voice. When her hand released his, he felt cold for a split second. What was it about this girl that made him feel so strange? He had just met her.

She sat so close beside him but turned her attention away from him and started chatting with Imelda about their school work and all that Vivian had missed. Then Grace came over and started asking if Vivian had heard of her family. To Ominis' relief, Vivian kindly told her no. The girls kept up their chit chat but all he could think about was her voice and how wonderful she smelled. Would she be in his classes? Why was he drawn to her so quickly? None of this made any sense and it frustrated him tremendously.

He quickly ate what was left of his food and excused himself from the table. He had to get away from this young woman. He pulled out his wand and rushed to his first class. The further away he was from her, the better.

A/N: This chapter is short and sweet! It gets better, I promise!💙

Also a new cover! I hope you like it!😍🥰

Chapter 2

[tillthelandslide]

My Person - Ross Macdonald Instagram AU

A/n: Think this might my favorite I've made so please don't hate it 🥹. Ross has a private insta in this btw

your-private-insta:

your-private-insta so glad you're back 🥹❤️ @ross_mac

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ross_mac home is wherever you are darling ❤️

-> your-private-insta love you 💕

-> ross_mac love you more

trumanblack glad we don't have to hear him complaining about how much he misses you anymore

-> your-private-insta now you'll be complaining that you miss him 👀 I know you boys all too well

bedforddanes75 cute

yourbestfriend how adorable

ross_mac:

ross_mac back at home with my girl 💙 never been happier. p.s you look so cool 😎

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1975adam guitar is cooler than bass, pass it on

-> ross_mac you wish🖕

your-private-insta look at you quoting your songs... Such a rockstar 😍

trumanblack you got lucky Macdonald

-> ross_mac you know it mate

-> your-private-insta @trumanblack @ross_mac I'm the lucky one

rob_macc you did good bro

your-private-insta:

your-private-insta life with you recently ❤️p.s I'm a blonde girly now 💁🏼‍♀️

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ross_mac love of my life & so pretty 😍

-> your-private-insta right back at you Macdonald

yoursibling love seeing you this happy 🥹

-> your-private-insta ly

yourfriend cuties

your-private-insta:

your-private-insta lucky to be here with you @ross_mac 💕 and for helping me deal with @trumanblack

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ross_mac lucky to have you with me💕 and thank you for putting up with him 🤣

-> your-private-insta always 💕

-> ross_mac my person 💕

trumanblack excuse me? I'm a saint 😇

-> your-private-insta sure....

the1975updates:

the1975updates someone, somehow hacked into Ross' incloud and released lots of pictures of him with a mystery woman, pictures of said woman with his family& friends too... I'm so angry at they breached his privacy like that... However they look so freaking happy and whoever she is seems really sweet

Edit: Ross has since uploaded a pic to his insta, her name is y/n, go to his post it's adorable!!

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75fan can't be that angry if you're sharing the pictures

-> fan2 I mean the pictures are out there for everyone to see so doesn't make much difference now

1975fanpage he looks so happy 🥹 sad that this is how we found out, we should've found out when and only when he was ready to tell us

fan3 THIS IS NOT A DRILL ROSS HAS POSTED 📢📢

rass1975:

rass1975 I'm sad that this is how we've had to announce this but it's about time you all know who has my heart. This wonderful woman has been in my life for so many years now, she has supported me (and the boys) through every endeavour, every record, every tour and for all those moments has loved me exactly the way I needed. She may change her hair more times than Matty has said something problematic but down to her core she has always been the same: my loving, beautiful y/n, my person and my soulmate. I love you, always and forever 💕

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your_instagram I love you so much 😭💕

trumanblack by parents 😚 going to ignore the part about me though thank u

bedforddanes75 the best 💕

jwaughsaxophone mega babes

1975adam family ❤️

jamieoborne about time tbf

your_instagram:

your_instagram Dear Ross,

Thank you for everything you do for me, for being the person who sees me. The person who I laugh with, cry with, smile with. The reason I wake up every morning and thank whatever force brought you into my life. I will count my lucky stars for every day I've had you and every day that is to come, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I love you more than I will ever be able to express. You are my soulmate and I am beyond lucky that I get to walk this earth with you 💕 @rass1975

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rass1975 you've got me crying darling 😭 I love you

-> your_instagram I love you more 💕

-> rass1975 impossible ❤️

trumanblack I'm not crying you are

bedforddanes75 you've put his post to shame with this

-> your_instagram I dunno... His was pretty good

yourbestfriend I'm so happy man

-> your_instagram me too🥹

[1solone]

There was a man with four wives. He loved his fourth wife the most and took a great care of her and gave her the best.

He also loved his third wife and always wanted to show her off to his friends. However, he was always had a fear that she might runaway with some other man.

He loved his second wife too. Whenever he faced some problems, he always turned to his second wife and she would always help him out.

He did not love his first wife though she loved him deeply, was very loyal to him and took great care of him. One day the man fell very ill and knew that he is going to die soon.

He told himself, "I have four wives with me. I will take one of them along with me when I die to keep company in my death."

Thus, he asked the fourth wife to die along with him and keep company. "No way!" she replied and walked away without another word.

He asked his third wife. She said "Life is so good over here. I'm going to remarry when you die".

He then asked his second wife. She said "I'm Sorry. I can't help you this time around. At the most I can only accompany you till your grave."

By now his heart sank and he turned cold.

Then a voice called out: "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go."

The man looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the man said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!"

Actually, we all have four wives in our lives.

a. The fourth wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.

b. The third wife is our possession, status and wealth. When we die, they go to others.

c. The second wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

d. The first wife is our soul, neglected in our pursuit of material wealth and pleasure. It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go.💙🦋💞

[kissjane]

Hello Ms. Sis.

I'm swept away by a wave of nostalgia so here I am sending u an ask just like back then in the old days. Also I just saw an ask ju sent stela which I took as an inspo.

Hope you're good. I really do.

So much has changed in my life and basically I'm a new person. I like it, now, my little life. But I do miss some things from past, such as our banter.

You're so lovely, I send u a virtual hug. Mayhaps we're gonna meet up again sometime?

Anyways,

Love, nat <3

Sis. My wonderful 🐤.

I have been struggling. Like, a lot. My job environment got really toxic, so I changed jobs. Then I got sued for something I didn't do. I feel empty often. One of my best friends died unexpectedly earlier this year - he was so full of life, so vibrant, so alive with joy. And I'm grieving a lot of things - personal, private things.

But I'm trying to get better. I'm trying to find the energy to the things I love, the things that make me feel worthwhile.

I do miss those times we were all going feral over some fictional boys together, writing and creating. Did you see I did finish Project X?

Mostly I miss the people.

I'm so happy you found the life you always deserved. I'm so happy I could play a teeny tiny little role in you getting to your happy ever after. It's all I ever wished for you.

You deserve all and more. Please go after your dreams and grab happiness wherever it finds you.

Frau Miau sends her love.

💙

[uh-niran-really]

SymWeaver Angst

I wanted to write some Angst and what better kind than to have Satya write a letter to rid herself of the trauma Niran left behind. (I’m so glad they found each other again, my sweet babies)

Why Niran? Why did you do this to me.. you left me in a place that no longer feels safe like home without you. All my happiness left along with you. I miss you You know.. I keep hoping you’ll come back for me one day but it’s been years. Every time someone is at our my door, my heart skips a beat hoping it’s you, but it never is. Are you ok.. I hope you remember to eat. You always did forget.. you’re hopeless.. that’s why we make such good friends Niran..

Was it me? Was I not a good enough friend for you.. Why did you leave me? Why didn’t you talk to me.. why did you go.. I loved you I still love you. Sanjay says you stole from Vishkar but I don’t believe him. Why? Your parents won’t tell me why you left.. but they have me speak to a therapist every week.. I hate it it’s helping.. they suggested I write this letter to you.. not that I can send it.. idiot!

Please don’t leave me here Niran, I hope wherever you are, you are thinking of me like I think of you safe. I won’t give up on you. Do you hate me? I’m sorry.. Whatever I did.. I’m sorry.. Please rescue me stay safe.. I’m sorry it had to come to this Niran.. I wish I could send you this letter.. I wish I could kiss hug you again.. WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!! WHY! WHY DID YOU DISAPPEAR!! I LOVE YOU NIRAN!! Please.. Come back.. don’t come back here.. it’s not safe. My therapist says I should move on.. and I won’t will.. eventually. I hope we meet again someday.. I hope we meet again someday!! Despite everything, you are the person I trust most..

I’m waiting for you

Your dearest Satya 💙

[sasazusa]

Hi, if you don’t mind me asking - when did you start learning Japanese and how did you learn it?

I’ve been studying Japanese since high school and agh. It can be really hard to understand the language - especially with the three writing system.

If you have any advice on how you learned it and what you did to make it stick, I’d really like to hear it!

Thank you Mayrx. I hope you have a good day or night wherever in the world you may be. 💙

hello, anon!

i started learning japanese as a kid to communicate with a friend in primary school, but didn't start fully grasping the language till i was around 10-11.

that's totally normal, honestly! learning a new language can be frustrating, especially something as complex as japanese.

one of the ways i got myself used to the language was translating small things. i would translate menus from restaurants, to random songs i'd hear on the radio.

it's also great to learn from an actual book! genki has always been something i recommend to people who are just starting out. those books were meant for beginners, and they are very helpful if you're learning/considering to learn japanese!

with the writing systems, i recommend starting with hiragana, followed with katakana and kanji.

hiragana is very easy to learn! learning it first will help you learn japanese pronunciation, as well a how certain characters come together to create a word/sentence.

a tip i can give you is not to rush into kanji!

focus on hiragana and katakana first. make sure you understand these scripts, and gradually move onto kanji! the reasoning behind this is kanji can be very difficult, especially if you're still just a beginner.

overall, just get yourself used to how the language is spoke! read books, listen to podcasts, or even tune in to a broadcast. just getting yourself familiar with the culture helps a ton.

i'm sorry if this doesn't make any sense. it's 5am and i'm running on zero caffeine lol. if you anymore questions, feel free to send in another ask, or direct message me!

thank you, friend! i hope you're doing well. have a wonderful day/night! 💗

[crystalprism]

Hi Julia 🤗, where I am from we have this tradition of putting our shoes out on the evening of the 5th of december, and in the morning of the 6th of december they are filled with little presents by the Nikolaus (like candy and stuff). I wanted to bring this tradition to my tumblr friends 🖤 and so I come to your ask box bringing a 🥾. In there are 4 little presents for you...

1) a pair of cozy socks 🧦

2) your favorite candy 🍪 🍫 🍬 🍭

3) your favorite hot drink ☕️

4) all the love I can fit in a 🥾! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🩶🩷

And there is also a note with a question: If you want to, please share a happy memory you have of 2023?

I hope wherever you celebrate anything this month or not, you have a wonderful last month of the year! 🖤

- 🦋 wearing a santa hat

heeyy! ❤️ I'm so sorry for replying so late 🫣 I've had a rough couple of days and I just couldn't bring myself to answer this lovely ask...

so now I'm gonna share more than one memory, to remember all the good times I had this year ❤️ in no particular order:

- meeting @bencastiel for the first time and many more times after that, spending so much quality time with her, driving through half of Germany, getting to know each other even better and growing closer than ever ❤️

- going to my first EC concert and completely falling in love with them

- getting to know and meet so many lovely people, all thanks to EC ❤️

- actually getting to meet the boys after the Luxembourg concert (and several times after that at signing sessions), definitely one of the greatest experiences I've been lucky enough to have ❤️

- visiting @nostrromo and @vreemd in May and having a great time with them 💖

- re-discovering my love for concerts and going to as many as I could

- not really a memory but a good thing about 2023: finally being myself, doing the things I want, expressing myself with tattoos and piercings and dyeing my hair like I've always wanted to, starting to finally accept myself and learning more and more to like myself just how I am.

[skywalking-through-life]

🌿🥐🪐

Hello hello my friend! I'm gonna do my best with these! 💙

🌿 - give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

Okay, so I wanna start by saying that I really don't feel qualified to give advice on this, as a person who swings WILDLY between bursts of creative energy and, laying on the floor in a haze of chronic illness and executive dysfunction. 💀 Honestly, the best advice I can give is to not let your brain beat you up too badly when you're in the pits of creativity - talk back to it when it's being unrealistic and mean. I was sick from November-Aprilish this past year/months, and it was really, really hard some days to convince myself that feeling sick and tired and brain dead wasn't going to last forever. It's such an insidious feeling, lack of motivation, and once its there it feels permanent. So even when it doesn't feel like it, try to remind yourself that this is only a season of life, and that your worth is not measured by your creative output - 'this too shall pass, and I will remain' was something I told myself constantly. The other thing I might add is to let creativity come to you from wherever within you/within the world it springs. Tbh, writing smut really helped keep me going when I felt like shit, because that's the only place the creativity was, lol. If you find inspo from *anything*, take it and see where it leads you! Sometimes just creating *something* can break down the wall around whatever you're stuck on. 💙

🥐 - name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

Mr. Sky can attest that I literally always lose my mind whenever this bad boy shows up literally anywhere:

His scream kills me every time, and yes, I know how much this dates me. 😂

🪐 - name 3 good things going on in your life right now

1. I got to go to the spa and get a facial this past Friday! It's such an indulgence, but I like to treat myself once or twice a year, and it's so heavenly that I sort of understand why people with a lot more money than me are obsessed with skincare. Nice creams make your skin feel so amazing. 🥹

2. Mr. Sky and I are going on a vacation with family in about a month, and I am SO excited for it. I love the beach we're going to, and I haven't been to it in...5ish years? I can't wait to lay on a blanket and write, and float in the ocean and plot, and then get out to write some more!

3. We finally found someone to watch our baby puppy while we're gone, which is huge relief! She's a therapy dog for the hospital I work at, and she has specific hygiene and behavior rules that make it a little hard to find someone to watch her. And boarding around here is more than we can afford! Super excited for her to have a vacation of her own with some of my colleagues, who are equally excited to have her. 🥹

There are always more than 3, but that's three that come to the top of my head. 💙

[seaside-writings]

I hope this prompt list brings you inspiration wherever it is needed, and like always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙🎵

🎵 "This is for the lions living in the wiry broke down frames of my friends' bodies,"

🎵 "She hopes I'm cursed forever to sleep on a twin-sized mattress in somebody's attic or basement my whole life,"

🎵 "I'm sure that we could find something for you to do on stage, maybe shake a tambourine or when I sing, you sing harmonies,"

🎵 "This is for the snakes and the people they bite,"

🎵 "There's an amount to take, reasons to take more,"

🎵 "But it should've felt good, but I can hear the Jaws theme song on repeat in the back of my mind,"

🎵 "I wanna contribute to the chaos,"

🎵 "For the friends I've made, for the sleepless nights, for the warning signs I've completely ignored,"

🎵 "That is the decision that I have made,"

🎵 "Never graduating up in size to add another,"

🎵 "I don't wanna watch and then complain 'cause I am through finding blame,"

🎵 "When the flood water comes, it ain't gonna be clear, it's gonna look like mud,"

🎵 "With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay; you said, "Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way!""

🎵 "You stopped by my house the night you escaped,"

🎵 "When they close their eyes and prayed you would change, and they cut your hair and sent you away,"

🎵 "It's no big surprise you turned out this way,"

🎵 "I'm gonna help you swim,"

🎵 "Consequences for all the stupid things I say,"

🎵 "This is for the lake that me and my friends swim in naked and dumb on a drunken night,"

🎵 "Make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face,"

🎵 "The spark in your eyes, the look on your face, I will not…"

🎵 "There are lessons to be learned,"

🎵 "I'm gonna help you swim,"

[a-spell-a-rebel-yell]

May

hello friends! sorry i am late because i had so much going on by the end of May/start of June including end of semester exams that i completely forgot to write a post in time (typical me lol) but worry not, May post is gonna be filled with so many stories!!!

so for this May i'd like to nickname it as Full of Friends May Mayhem because i felt so happy throughout the entire May as i spent lots of quality time with my best friends and experienced many exciting new things 🥺💙

first up, watching How To Make Millions Before Grandma Dies หลานม่า with soon-to-be doctor, Chintia! it's been long since i saw her because we were both very busy, me with school and her with finishing med school national competency exams... we had lunch together and spent literal hours chatting about anything and life updates. then we watched หลานม่า to see Billkin and Tu in action - they were amazing actors! the film itself was great, it made me miss my grandma so much, but i'm familiar with grief that i only cried a bit at the ending. the scores are heavenly but i still can't find it anywhere online huhu

next is Ortho Ul's social charity and gathering at Bali! this will be my second time joining a department event but first time to have it in such big scale (every resident from every active year, all lecturers, staffs, and even alumni joined the trip!) and it was awesome!!! 3 days and 2 nights filled with fun, really! day one we had the social charity at a junior high school in Kuta and then a 4-hour bus ride to Menjangan (where our resort is located!) day two was for snorkeling session (that i bailed out because i was worried my thalassophobia would be triggered) and i spent time island hopping instead! day three was our journey back to Denpasar and then flight to Jakarta. our schedule was sooo packed and we lacked sleep but enjoying the time together was priceless experience. on day 2 we got to showcase our 'talent' and did a short musical as an introduction of us the new recruits 😂 i remember eleven of us still making time to rehearse for the musical between so many assignments and projects and other duties... as the gathering has pirate as the theme, i made sure to incorporate Petualangan Sherina soundtracks and also pirate themed film scores, i wrote the screenplay, and designed some of the choreos. and it all came together nicely with our lecturers praising our performance 🥺

third is Ortho Ul 2018-2019 graduates' farewell lunch! this one was so enjoyable as well, our recently graduated orthodontists seniors treated us lunch at Park Hyatt hotel, i tried and loved all the food 🤭 there were also game and photo sessions, i feel so welcomed into this huge family 🥺 honestly getting into postgrad feels like entering a whole new world, so many new people, new connections, unexpected but still pleasant surprises!

these days i find it extremely easy to find happiness wherever i go, in whatever i do, and with whoever i'm with... no matter how trivial things can always find its way to put a smile on my face 😂 getting consecutive green lights on the way to school, arriving on time at the MRT platform as the train came, finding cool shades under the trees, spending time with my classmates even though while being under so much pressure, finding new film scores albums with 10/10 tracks, the feel of the wind on my face every time i ride back home, days filled with laughter and tranquility and calmness, discovering my old passion for kdrama (you all NEED to watch Lovely Runner, and meet my daughter Kim Hyeyoon and my son Byun Wooseok the loveliest people ever), interacting with my international mutuals, my fav songs came on shuffle, trying good food at new places, coldplay new era is coming!!! life is full of wonder, alhamdulillah...

things i've never dared to dream are approaching, and i'm super excited of what's to come (lots!!!) the best is yet to come insyaAllah 🤩 i hope life is also as beautiful as it is to you, my friends. see you on the next post! 💙

[chaoslaura]

Hi Laura 🤗, where I am from we have this tradition of putting our shoes out on the evening of the 5th of december, and in the morning of the 6th of december they are filled with little presents by the Nikolaus (like candy and stuff). I wanted to bring this tradition to my tumblr friends 🖤 and so I come to your ask box bringing a 🥾. In there are 4 little presents for you...

1) a pair of cozy socks 🧦

2) your favorite candy 🍪 🍫 🍬 🍭

3) your favorite hot drink ☕️

4) all the love I can fit in a 🥾! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🩶🩷

And there is also a note with a question: If you want to, please share a happy memory you have of 2023?

I hope wherever you celebrate anything this month or not, you have a wonderful last month of the year! 🖤

- 🦋 wearing a santa hat

It's not Saint Nicholaus day anymore but here we are😄

Yes, we do that too, but ehm, I forgot to clean my shoes so I didn't expect anything to show up.

To be honest, I love socks as a gift! Especially cozy ones, my feet are always cold (ask my partner). And Candy! And a hot drink! That will make for a coz evening🥰

Hm good question. I will go with the wedding of a longtime friend (we've known each other for over a decade) which was a very beautiful day, and I'm very happy for her.

I love autumn and winter, so I believe Dcember will be kind to me. Thank you butterfly wearing a santa hat🖤

[1solone]

There was a man with four wives. He loved his fourth wife the most and took a great care of her and gave her the best.

He also loved his third wife and always wanted to show her off to his friends. However, he was always had a fear that she might runaway with some other man.

He loved his second wife too. Whenever he faced some problems, he always turned to his second wife and she would always help him out.

He did not love his first wife though she loved him deeply, was very loyal to him and took great care of him. One day the man fell very ill and knew that he is going to die soon.

He told himself, "I have four wives with me. I will take one of them along with me when I die to keep company in my death."

Thus, he asked the fourth wife to die along with him and keep company. "No way!" she replied and walked away without another word.

He asked his third wife. She said "Life is so good over here. I'm going to remarry when you die".

He then asked his second wife. She said "I'm Sorry. I can't help you this time around. At the most I can only accompany you till your grave."

By now his heart sank and he turned cold.

Then a voice called out: "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go."

The man looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the man said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!"

Actually, we all have four wives in our lives.

a. The fourth wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.

b. The third wife is our possession, status and wealth. When we die, they go to others.

c. The second wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

d. The first wife is our soul, neglected in our pursuit of material wealth and pleasure. It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go.🔥💙🦋💞

[punkscowardschampions]

Group chat & Cali & Marly & Barly

Ali: [send them 🎃 pics lol like getting in the spirit here]

Ali: Carving suggestions welcome

Ronan: Eye holes and a mouth so I don’t need no costume ‘cept for that’d be grand

Ali: A bold look, I like it

Bartley: Don’t need no girlfriend neither, sounds like

Ronan: Ah well, you’d be knowing more about keeping yourself single, like

Carly: 💪🥊🤕 talk there

Carly: fake 🩸🩸 only, don’t u know?

Bartley: Be him who’s primary concern in a costume is covering that ugly mug 🤷‍♂️

Moses: But sure none of yous are going to look as good as me anyway so I wouldn’t fight about it

Ronan: Give over, I don’t know what to go as and it’s the day of is my concern

Carly: i’ll help you ro ro, bring yourself on over for some ❤️🎨✨🧡🧵💚💄🖤

Ali: Why would you leave it so late, boy? Tut tut

Moses: I got mine from that proper place on [some street, giving those pop-up seasonal shops you get because it’s a city so it’s believable energy] girl on the till was very helpful, I’ve invited her along

Ronan: Have I time to go down? Might be taking you up on your offer instead, Carls

Johnny: I can take you if you’re ready to be going now

Bartley: Well I want a proper costume if you’re all having one, fuck’s sake

Johnny: Come on then, I’ve not got all day

Bartley: Tell Ro, carrying on with ❤️🎨✨🧡🧵💚💄🖤

Johnny: I’m telling you both

Ronan: Sorry, sorry! 

Moses: Her name was [something it blatantly was not lmao, good guess though] so pick any other nametag, right lads

Carly: her name’s [what it actually is, because believable you’ve also been there and had a look even if you didn’t buy anything lol, and this gal befriends peeps wherever she can, god bless her], lads

Moses: Alright you little stalker, ‘tis the season, I suppose

Ali: Really shouldn’t put the nametag in such a distracting place, like… 

Carly: 😅 they should pay the poor girl more

Moses: She would’ve paid me to stay and brighten up the rest of her boring day

Moses: What are you two after wearing then?

Carly: sure im after wearing whatever’ll save her 🌚🌟🌜 now shes not had a v grand day

Moses: Still after being a massive dyke since we stopped hanging out, is it? 

Carly: since when are we calling it hanging out, boy?

Moses: Go on, what would you call it, I’m intrigued

Carly: I’d call it fucking as thats what it were & none of us are meant to be 👶 no more but aw thats sweet so it is, you trying to talk nicer for [the costume girl]

Moses: I’ve always talked nice enough for the both of us, make up for that lack of imagination

Carly: k yea you keep on imagining me how u want youve always done that too 💙

Moses: Ah you’re hoping, trouble

Ali: Your dire flirting has killed the convo yet again, Moses but I can’t offer to tell you my costume to revive it, no spoilers

Carly: nor me as you’re being a gobshite as per 

Moses: 💔💔

Moses: I’m the only one here whilst they’re playing dress-up

Carly: but not the only option ever 👋💙

Moses: Looking forward to seeing what you’ve come up with this time, Ali

Johnny: Leave her alone, Moses

Moses: Why, I’m paying her a compliment

Johnny: Because you’ve been told before, is why

Moses: Relax, mate, it’s a costume party, she’s good at them, that’s it

Johnny: Don’t mate me and in the next breath push aside what I said as if I’m some eejit, that’s it

Moses: If it worried her, she’d say so

Johnny: Relax yourself or you’ll have your own worries

Moses: Some of us like to be friendly to guests

Moses: Please tell me you haven’t gone in the shop with that face on

Johnny: She’s not your friend, she thinks you’re a cunt

Moses: but it’s a fine line, ain’t it

Moses: What says you, Ali?

Ali: Just leave it out, it’s meant to be a party

Carly: 🖤🧡🎃🖤🧡👻🤍🧄💀🖤🧡🎃🖤🧡

Moses: My thoughts exactly 😈

Carly: [private to Ali]

Carly: wow 😵‍💫☄️

Ali: I didn’t even know he was still in this chat

Carly: I didnt know he had it in him to swear like that 😳🍨

Carly: ive serious never heard it before long as wes all lived here

Ali: He really does not like Moses a fair amount of the time

Carly: baby you've to talk to him about how much he likes you still

Ali: You do remember how that went the last time I attempted anything like that, right?

Carly: yea & I know he for proper hurt you but that was 😍🌹🥰💞🍬🥊🧨💓

Ali: Nah, he’s just intense, it can look like 😍🌹🥰💞🍬🥊🧨💓 but

Carly: k if u say its so, you’ve got more knowing of him than me

Ali: It’s been months, if he was bothered about me and not Mosey then he would have said something before now

Ali: it’s cool, least it did temporarily shut him up, like

Carly: I’d love you if you’d not been round for months

Carly: & if hes intense where r those feelings going? on god? 💔🙏📿⛪️💔 I don’t reckon

Ali: Because you’re an angel

Ali: No doubt he hasn’t lacked company, I assume he’s expressing himself just fine, not that I like to think about that

Carly: nah, you’re an angel & hes a dope boy who dunno what to do w you or himself unless youre lying down

Carly: it don’t mean hes unbothered, hes too bothered for the missing of you & your 🧚✨🌠⚡️🌟👼🎇💛🌞🍯🐝🌻💛 to speak is gonna be nearer

Ali: I feel more like a nun, I don’t think I can keep being this pure and waiting for what?

Carly: only you & he know for what

Carly: if its worth waiting or no

Ali: 😣

Ali: It was

Carly: I’m sorry making u 💭 about him

Ali: You didn’t, he came in out of nowhere and just

Ali: did that

Carly: warned mosey off you & called him a c u n t

Carly: my god, if someone would do that for me 🥺

Ali: I will

Ali: look like I’m copying now but

Carly: well now sure id have to make u less pure & hed be after calling me a dyke again 

Ali: 😏 He’s so clueless sometimes

Carly: drews hair isn’t so long, is it? 😅

Ali: No longer than Johnny’s, no

Ali: brushes it more, granted

Carly: I like wild things more 🐅🧡

Ali: I like dirty too

Ali: they’re so clean, somehow

Carly: makes me feel like I have to 🧼✨🧽✨🧴✨ & I dont

Carly: can’t be called no nun nor pure myself

Ali: You’re too in the know for that nonsense

Carly: theres no going back

Ali: How to go forward, that’s the question

Carly: ive said what you’re to do

Ali: that was a telling not a suggestion, was it 😅

Carly: it was, best you heed it or else 🤍🔮👻💜

Ali: I’ll consider myself thoroughly warned 

Carly: yea, you’re told, you & moses both when I take that cute girl off him & treat her loads better

Ali: Trying to decide if he’ll be 🥺 or 🥺

Ali: important distinctions, obviously

Carly: either’s grand, they’ve all to get in touch w their feelings like

Ali: 🧚🧚💛

Ali: He reckoned I don’t have a clue about mine

Carly: classic projection move eh? 

Carly: he dont have a clue about yours or his own

Ali: We both ended up lying

Carly: [her mum] says you always need to lie

Carly: the truth fucks things

Carly: idk though i was honest w moses & sure enough look what he did but I am w you too & look how you are

Ali: I think you should be able to be but sometimes you can’t

Ali: Maybe, I don’t really know anymore

Carly: there’s loads johno can’t do but whos putting that on him rn but the lad himself? hes not married off yet

Ali: He acted like that’s what I asked him for, like I’m that delusional

Carly: its donkey’s before hes got to get tied down, time for u to get bored & pick me instead 🌈❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🌈

Ali: Always, honey 💞

Carly: if yous are gonna talk I should teach you his lingo, how would he get out of it then?

Ali: 💡💡 I’m ready to learn

Carly: come over when you want your 1st lesson

Ali: Is Ronan still coming for a makeover?

Carly: idk sounds like hes after an off the peg scare, probably no

Ali: Bless him

Ali: I’ll finish up here then come over 🔪🎃

Carly: k ill get myself in the 🚿 so you can play w your 🔪 some more 🩸🩸

Ali: 😱😱😱

Carly: screamings the 1 thing I’m good @ 

Ali: not having that slander excuse you

Carly: 😶 sorry

Ali: 😁

Carly: 🎃 like

Ali: I’m just preparing my 😁s for being ignored all night

Carly: ah never we’d all of us wife you

Carly: cept maybe moses

Ali: What could be more of a 🔪 to the heart, eh

Carly: but hey hes bigger wounds to 👅 for johno saying that @ the rest to see when theyre dressed up

Ali: definitely not the end of that

Carly: be 1 gas party w their carry on

Ali: I don’t know how they’re expected to ever get on, they’re too different

Ali: it doesn’t work

Carly: least theyve vans of their own, imagine if they were to share together

Ali: I can very easily imagine, it’s too familiar 😬

Carly: sorry I keep talking you into a downer today ☔️🥺😢 swear i dont mean to

Ali: it’s not you it’s my 🧠

Ali: But we’ve got time to bring the party before the party

Carly: I’ll fix it 🍄🍭🍬🌿🌼

Ali: 🌈☀️

Carly: nothing in your 🧠💭 u don’t want there 🌞💛

Ali: sounds too nice for the night 🖤🧡

Carly: treats for you cos ily & tricks for the mean boys

Ali: 😈👿

Ali: least they aren’t all bad

Carly: & none of em are that bad

Ali: Do you forgive Moses?

Carly: idk

Carly: I was warned, he only did what he said hed do, get bored & be done its my fault more than his for it happening soon as

Ali: No it’s not, that’s just an excuse

Ali: he’s back sniffing around again, he just doesn’t like anything permanent for any length of time

Carly: I wasn’t trying to make nothing permanent but he hears what hes after hearing not what I say

Ali: Yeah, it’s his terms or no terms, perhaps he thinks it makes him more exciting, keeps you on your toes

Carly: it does work im here 🩰

Carly: my god whats wrong w me?

Ali: If I knew how to fix that I would tell you

Ali: I hate it

Carly: dont be 😤😠 @ me though

Carly: please you cant

Ali: Never

Ali: just myself and these mean boys

Carly: not at yourself neither cos youre the best thing thats ever ever happened to me

Ali: I’ll cry

Carly: sorry

Carly: but everything were way less grand before you started coming round seeing me & I don't reckon I’ve told you that enough for how true it is & how I seriously didnt know what to do w myself

Ali: I need you too, you make it bearable 

Carly: im crying 🥺😢😭

Ali: I’m sorry

Ali: it felt like maybe everything would be wrong forever, but not everything is now

Carly: he cant have you in the dark like that when you’re my 🌞💛

Ali: We can’t blame that one on him, s’okay

Carly: a bit lately but nah I won’t 💪🥊🤕 him yet

Ali: You’re impressed with him right now if anything, remember

Carly: hes never been hot to me before idk where im putting that now if I don’t fight him but k

Ali: oh god 😏

Carly: must remember its john boy & yer man there hates me 

Ali: I’d be doing you a disservice if I tried to say nah at this point

Carly: deep breaths and 10 hail marys or whatever, be grand, so 🙏📿🔮🧿

Ali: My father would disown me if I had to start praying

Carly: maybe I’d find mine in ⛪️ would explain where hes been & y ive not seen the fella up til

Ali: [her mum]’s own nun days, like

Carly: that’d be the day 😅 but shes made plenty men feel theyve something to regret to be sure, fair play if theyve decided to find their man jesus about it & have a talk to him

Ali: True love story right there tbh

Carly: its no u & johno but it’s cute still

Ali: 🤪

Ali: Shh you

Carly: 😶💛

Moses: [Private to Carly, during this party, closer to the start of energy]

Moses: Is [this gal, still the wrong name, probably a different one lol] enjoying herself?

Carly: [her actual right name again like ffs]

Carly: idk hopefully 💀🎃😈👻

Moses: 🤣

Moses: She looked better in her work clothes, sadly

Carly: shes a cute 🧟‍♀️💚 don’t be mean

Moses: Well, yous look better

Carly: boy dont start

Carly: tomorrow someone else’ll look better

Moses: Tonights the night, girl, why are you worrying about tomorrow for?

Carly: cos

Moses: ‘Cos you don’t have a good answer to that, means you must be wrong

Carly: maybe theres the answer u always make me feel like it

Moses: Come on, that’s not true

Moses: I made you feel plenty of ways

Carly: yea & then we both made ro feel bad

Moses: He never, Johno caused a scene about it, that’s all

Carly: me & him’ve not been the same since, has he w you?

Moses: ‘Course, we’re brothers

Moses: he’s just embarrassed with you

Carly: im 😳 of myself like

Carly: why did u tell me to?

Moses: Someone has to, I thought you two were friends

Carly: we are

Carly: it shouldve been up to him though

Moses: Everyone needs a nudge

Carly: k well you nudged me out so whats this now?

Moses: Don’t you miss me?

Carly: you invited her, you dont miss me

Moses: Now I do

Carly: dont you want her?

Moses: No

Carly: she’ll be 🥺😢😭

Moses: She’ll be grand, still a party isn’t it

Carly: I just dont see why youre after leaving her out when we dont have to

Moses: ‘Cos I want someone else, so do you

Carly: you want me to bring you a private party

Moses: I want you to bring Ali along

Carly: sorry, johno called it right, she dont want you

Carly: I can’t

Moses: You could, and she could like me if she gives it a chance

Carly: read it as I wont then

Moses: Why not?

Carly: she likes someone else & even if she never youre not deserving of no chance w her

Moses: Poor Carly

Moses: who does she like then?

Carly: 😶💙 sorry

Moses: I’ll find out, and I will make her forget about whoever it is

Moses: I just thought you’d like to be there too

Carly: 🍀🐇🌠 to you, you’ll have need of it

Moses: I’ve got it all in spades, you know that

Carly: I know what youve both got why I said it

Moses: I’ll see you later then, Carls

Moses: got ☠️ shit to do

Carly: we can have another 🧊🍋🥃 party when you find her & she 💪🥊🤕 you, sure

Moses: 😆

Moses: Don’t you reckon I can be nice when I have to?

Carly: I reckon she’ll see through how nice youre being but hey on you go itll be gas for the rest of us watching u try

Moses: You don’t have to be relegated to just watching, what are you afraid of?

Carly: you, but ali’s not

Moses: You’ve no need to be afraid of me, I gave you everything you wanted

Carly: I didnt want it to end like that

Moses: You stopped playing the game properly, if you’d not have been so clingy, things could’ve been different

Moses: no one smacked you over it, that was me

Carly: clingy? you have yourself no knowing of the word mosey

Moses: I don’t blame you, you never can help yourselves

Carly: you said youd look after me

Carly: but instead you left us to what couldve happened if johno had decided to take it out on me too

Moses: I knew he’d never do that, you dope

Carly: he hates me & hes not the only 1

Carly: im not safe here but all youre after bothering yourself w is putting ali in the same danger herself

Carly: I love her I’d never

Moses: Sure, what has ever happened to you or your ma?

Moses: Nothing, that’s what

Carly: no tah to you for my 🍀🐇🌠 

Moses: Didn’t I take that beating for you

Carly: yea, give u that

Moses: and the other one for you and Ronan

Carly: just for tonight, is it?

Carly: tomorrow it never happened

Moses: Cold, girl 💔

Carly: you was 1st 🧊🥶🧊

Carly: & when I only ever melted for you 😳🍨

Moses: You let me make it up to you or you don’t

Carly: you’ll not tell the others this time?

Moses: I didn’t last time

Carly: I dont wanna talk about it no more when theres how you’re to make it up me

Moses: Wait and see

Carly: wait where?

Moses: Stay with [this girl, name wrong again but on purpose this time so amusingly so lol]

Moses: I’ll find you

Carly: k 💙

Carly: [Private to Bartley, during this party still when she either sees the kiss itself or Moses’ posts about it, but feel free to leave replying until the next day if you want]

Carly: aw cute 💋💓🥰💘

Carly: whos she? 🤠🤎

Bartley: [replying later but still the night of, just not immediately or soon after]

Bartley: None of your business

Carly: k I’ll talk to her if youre too shy

Bartley: I’m not shy I just don’t love attention the way you do

Carly: the way I do

Carly: why are you needing to go right for slagging me?

Bartley: Oh, I wonder

Bartley: I thought you’d learn to be more careful

Carly: if youve shit to say, out w it, boy

Bartley: He will never care about you and you’re an idiot

Bartley: not even the first idiot he’s tried it on with tonight

Carly: he had making up to do to me & he did like

Bartley: Who was making up to who

Carly: I just said ⬆️

Bartley: Please, he got what he wanted

Carly: me too

Bartley: Ha, you’re disgusting

Carly: cos I let him touch me?

Carly: hope youre talking nicer to that girl now youve got near her whoever she is

Bartley: Because you let him use you, after he’s showed you and everyone what he thinks of you

Carly: you think idk before what yous all thought of me?

Carly: ive always & yous all have made sure its so

Bartley: None of the rest of us have treated you like he has

Carly: none of yous have treated me no better neither

Bartley: You’ve got to be joking

Carly: least he was offering to make me feel better for a bit

Bartley: He was offering for himself

Carly: idc i got something out of it

Bartley: Wow

Carly: why’ve you forever got to have your opinion?

Carly: its a party im only trying to have some fun same as u

Bartley: It’s a party now but when he tells you to fuck off again you’ll be the one losing it

Carly: & its nothing for you to bother yourself with when I do

Bartley: Yeah, right

Bartley: works grand when your mammy doesn’t notice 

Carly: sure look go 🍻💜🎵🎶💜🤠 instead of giving it out to me about the mammy ive got

Bartley: You’re a liability to everyone and Moses won’t be the one bothering when you are

Carly: this where you come again w the threats, is it?

Carly: very spooky scary 💀🎃😈👻

Bartley: Sure, it’s funny that I bothered trying to look out for you, hilarious

Carly: since when are we calling it that?

Carly: you’re only after having a go @ me

Bartley: I was warning you but I won’t bother again, use it does 

Carly: my god, we used to be friends

Carly: why is this only how we talk

Bartley: Why do you keep letting Moses ride you

Carly: im not asking why you kissed your girl

Carly: it felt good & u wanted to

Carly: why am I to jump through hoops defending myself cos its moses?

Bartley: It isn’t the same thing, you don’t know anything about it

Carly: for you cos youre a boy & Im a girl but its not my culture & still yous all wanna judge me like it is

Bartley: Enough your culture your ma wants to live here

Bartley: and that isn’t what I meant

Carly: ah well you dont mean you love her u met her tonight, no?

Bartley: Why do you keep bringing that up, it’s just a kiss

Bartley: you and Mosey did a whole lot more

Carly: k so its different cos you stopped yourself?

Bartley: It’s different ‘cos it’s a party and she’s just some girl, she doesn’t live here

Carly: yea, ive known yous all donkey’s & you might never see that girl again

Carly: but I’m the whore & youre the big man

Carly: how can you not see its backwards?

Bartley: Can’t you see that that’s backwards, you should be like a sister

Bartley: and I don’t think I’m a big man, Moses is the one that posted it, he’s always on the wind-up, as you should know

Carly: when have I ever been treated as 1? & sure how am I to start behaving like yours or his when ive not ever?

Carly: even ro went for it

Bartley: Of course they’re going to, they’ve got no self-control

Carly: you reckon its up to me to have it all & my fault i dont

Bartley: Someone has to, don’t they

Carly: I’m sorry

Bartley: I don’t need you to apologise

Bartley: I just thought you’d wised up about him

Carly: yea, be grand if I had sense

Bartley: You aren’t as stupid as you fake being

Carly: ah hey dont be nice to me bb 😵‍💫

Bartley: I know, the bar is in hell, like

Carly: w you lads

Carly: but I shouldnt have said you was as bad as moses

Carly: its not true, sorry

Bartley: You still like him best so make that make sense

Carly: i’m 😤😠 @ myself not u

Carly: for liking him

Bartley: So you should be

Bartley: he can be a laugh, to us, I don’t know what you’d see in him though

Carly: youre not gonna think hes unreal how i do hes your blood & another lad itd get you disowned x2

Bartley: You can say you think he’s handsome without accusing me of being a queer, thanks very much, I get it 🤢

Carly: id never say nobodys handsome but its proper cute you have done 💚

Bartley: As I’m not a massive gay, I’m not going to say any of the nonsense you might

Carly: idk maybe your girl would like it ive made a friend in the  🧟‍♀️💚 mosey invited 🌈❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🌈

Bartley: She’s not my girl

Carly: dont you like her?

Bartley: Our costumes just matched, Moses brought her over

Carly: if he made u kiss her you can tell me ill 💪🥊🤕

Bartley: No he didn’t make me, I wanted to, sure

Bartley: I’m just saying, idk her

Carly: least youve saved me from having to 💪🥊🤕 idk how thatd go for me like

Bartley: Not well, even if he’s not meant to fight back proper, you’re too scrawny

Carly: sure im 😵‍💫 already only 💭 of it but please no need to have us sounding like a shite 🐓 in the 🍗 way too, is there?

Bartley: You’re gas

Bartley: I’m not paying you no compliments though

Carly: boy, theres 1 itself 😅

Bartley: not about your 🍗🍗

Carly: keep them opinions to yourself tah id cry else

Bartley: Don’t be doing that, there’s nothing wrong with you

Carly: 🥺 what?

Bartley: Ack, don’t take the piss

Carly: its you turning me 🙃 by not being mean no more

Bartley: You go weird when I’m nice, that’s why

Carly: sorry idk what to do w how sweet you can be when you want

Bartley: I’m not sweet, don’t go spreading that around

Carly: 😶💚 but you are 💚👽🌱🦗🍐🍃🍏🍀🧃🥝💚

Bartley: What does all that mean, like?

Carly: what I said, you’re cute & sweet sometimes

Bartley: all the emojis

Carly: what of it youre 💚 ive told you before too

Bartley: Idk anyone else who uses them like you do

Carly: wow theres 2 compliments youve given

Carly: you feeling k or do you need to sit yourself down?

Bartley: No, that weren’t a compliment, big head

Carly: oh but I’m taking it as 1 & how are you to stop me?

Bartley: 💩💩💩💩

Carly: 😅

Bartley: Don’t do it again, yeah

Carly: moses or the taking of compliments w out your permission?

Bartley: You know which

Carly: if you see that girl again

Carly: you should have yourself 1

Bartley: I might

Carly: or another but shes to be at least as cute 🤠🤎 & hopefully sweet herself

Bartley: Or what are you gonna do?

Carly: only way to find out is go against what ive said & youd be a dope to when its for your own good 🥄💚

Bartley: Don’t recall agreeing to let you run my life for me

Carly: you asked for a sister of me

Bartley: I reckon I just said like a

Bartley: as well as should be, not to act exactly like [your oldest sister]

Carly: careful what you wish for bb 🔮💜

Bartley: 🙄 Divvy

Carly: hows you acting up like a little brother when youre meant to be older? 

Bartley: You think you’re dead mature now, is it?

Carly: more than u 👶🍼

Bartley: Fuck off, nothing about you is mature, girl

Carly: is 😝

Bartley: You only think that ‘cos Mosey boy is older

Carly: & hes no complaints, my personality aside

Bartley: Not to your face, no

Carly: ive my own not to his face idc

Bartley: Suit yourself then

Carly: come on i can guess what hes told yous about me with no need to ask you to your face

Bartley: He’s not said anything to us, John would shut him up

Bartley: he rates girls though, just how lads are when you’re not around

Carly: go on what am I rated?

Bartley: I’m not saying

Carly: tell me you cant not let me have the knowing when youve said I’ve already got a number

Bartley: Ask him your bloody self, it’s his scale

Bartley: except don’t because you’re not meant to know

Carly: please

Carly: i won’t say I know or you told or nothing

Bartley: [do tell her, however offensive this is]

Bartley: you asked

Carly: oh 

Bartley: He’s done it with loads of girls, that’s all

Carly: [don’t reply because you’re genuinely really upset about this and cannot because you have to go and spiral]

Bartley: I’m sorry for telling you, you shouldn’t have pestered us

Carly: I’m sorry I asked

Bartley: You aren’t the worst

Carly: [again don’t reply because that doesn’t make you feel any better and you’ve got getting messy so you don’t cry until later with that as your excuse to do]