#he is a little bit ginger and I don't know why xD

[fleurdeliet]

Two weeks of Theon: day 7 - Drowning

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[leffee]

okay this is probably a selfish question (just a little bit,,), and i’m already a bit nervous to ask. but i’m curious. you mentioned scout kerry being your 2nd fave after scarletta, and that made me wonder.

do you have a ranked list? if so, i would like to ask for any other faves you might have among my designs. cause like, design is subjective, and different people will have different favs and stuff. so i wanna hear about yours, explanations and all. I guess a top 5 or so will do?

okthasallbyeandsorryifyoudontwannaanswerthat’sfinetoo-

Why, of course I will do it, happily so. I will do top 5 first:

Scarletta Redd, of course. What is there not to like about her design? To me, it's pretty much perfect. I just love that she has those three main colors going on that are all in all not often seen together I think. Plus it's not that it's 90% red and 5% black and white (beige more like? Idk) but all of those colors are in pretty equal amount, it's not something that you often see with character design. Also her hair, oh her hair! I love this hairstyle plus I love that her hair is two-colored, that's also not something many other characters have. Plus her clothes, my goodness. I genuinely don't care about most clothes, I have absolutely 0 knowledge about the names of clothes aside from the very basic ones and I think fashion is the most boring thing ever, but man! Her outfit, everything about it is just so good. I love high boots like her (It's all Ishimaru Kiyotaka's fault btw, google him if you want to/need to, I used to be obsessed with the boy and he has those kinds of boots). Her two-colored stocking look so good too, and her kinda ripped skirt mm yes! And her uhhh top? Yeah, idk this is basically just a bunch of saying that X is cool xD but I genuinely think so. And her sleeves! Well, actually I'm not sure if those are supposed to be sleeves or just really long gloves, but yes, I love gloves like that. In fact, fingerless gloves of any kind are probably one of my favourite possible pieces of clothing, there's a reason why my Vinnie has them. My reason for liking her design this much is basically just a combination of the colors, clothes, and her hair :).

Yeah, Scout Kerry - A lot of my liking of her human design comes from her slit eyes, I am so serious about liking those sort of eyes. My anthro Vinnie has them :). Anyway, aside from that, cause while that is a big part I also love everything about this design, her eye color is veeeery pretty and its intensity contrasts nicely with the rest of her colors that are much lighter. I think this trench coat is so good and pretty, and of course of course, she has gloves! Yipee! Not to mention that I absolutely love how her hair is shaped to look like cat's ears for well, obvious reasons. I guess this doesn't really count towards your human design of her because that is just her canon self, but I love how stoic yet curious she looks, like she already knows she's gonna kill you, just wondering which way would be the most exciting.

Shivers - me when short, ginger-haired boy: Yipee! Okay, okay, but to say more, yeah, I love ginger hair on characters, so what? And his eye color is very similar to Scout's and you already know I like hers. He has bandaids!!! I love those on characters in general, but my absolute favourite are the bandaids on his arms ohohoh boy. I would say here the same logic applies as for gloves, because those bandaids basically just look like gloves, don't they? On top of this he wears silly T-shirts and I love those kinds of T-shirts! Like half of my T-shirts are silly T-shirts. I just never liked one-colored T-shirts no matter how fancy or objectively pretty they were, I could not wear something like that, so I love his T-shirt. He also has eyebags and as I repeated multiple times, I do genuinely find eyebags so attractive.

Sugar Sprinkles - her canon design is my favourite amongst all the pets so no wonder her human design is also one of my favourites. I mean girl has sprinkles in her hair!!! That would pretty much be enough to beat almost anyone. I just really like the hair style you gave her plus this pink hue blends so good with the lower white. Also, guess what? Yup, she has fingerless gloves so of course she automatically gets bonus points from me. However, my favourite part of her design is her sweater, I love sweaters and hers just looks so cozy and so candy-colored if that even makes sense. What I mean is that she in general looks comfortable and cozy and I love that about her.

My boy! Hurray, he's here! So Vinnie - I mostly just really really love his hair. In this one post where I judged everyone's hair I said that Vinnie's canon hair is too slick for me to like it that much, but I also said that his hair but literally just ruffled, like during Hanging by a Thread, is so good. And many people who humanized him draw him with his normal slick hair, which you know, I personally wasn't the biggest fan of, but yours? Oh, yours is exactly what I like, it's his pompadour yet ruffled and I think it looks so good 🤤. Not counting his hair I love the band-aid you added for his redesign, of course, I think it looks so cute on him sepcifically, I'm so serious about this. plus of course the freckles, I love freckles and they just fit him so much I just can't. Sure, I'm definitely probably biased ohhh but it that so wrong? It's Vinnie and he looks cute, of course I like it.

Those are detailed explanations for the top 5 but aside from them my other faves are:

Russell - love his hair and his fang

Zoe - Zoe

Digby - love his tall, athletic with bearded persona going on

Minka - like her aroace bracelets and especially the ribbons that imitate a tail (or at least I assume so)

Grown up Biskit twins - I really like their golden accesiories and honestly just everything else, they look so good

Vinnie Miku - it's Vinnie and Hatsune Miku in one what what else do I need to say?? SEEEEEEKAI WOOOOO

[ghost-kitty-cat]

Nat's headcanons (that my brain has thought of... enjoy my rambling...)

First Headcanon, Whenever Desmond visits Law, Nat totally makes Law and Desmond play a game where Nat is a princess, Law is a knight and Desmond is a dragon (for obvious reasons) and Law has to "save" princess Nat from the "evil" dragon.. and when Law started dating Sweets and they would come over, Nat added them to the game and gave the sweets the role of a maid... (possibly a maid whose in love with the knight aka Law).

Second Headcanon, before Sweets and Law were dating and they were just friends, Nat totally played matchmaking (or at least attempted to) She would have them play a game of restaurant and sit them down at a little toy table (decorated with a fake candle because Law hid the actual candles from her) while Nat used her little toy kitchen to prepare them some food (fake toy food obviously) and Law (possibly Sweets too) totally still has a photo on their phones from one of those fake dates.

Third Headcanon, Nat inherited a lot of her looks from her mother/mother's side (I don't know why but everytime I imagine how Nat looks, my brain always pictures her with orange/ginger hair, sorta tan skin and sorta dark green eyes (you can sorta see what I mean in the drawing I did of her..), but despite that, Nat totally loves her parents equally (unless one of them gives her a bunch of sugar... then they automatically win her over)

Fourth Headcanon, Nat totally has tried to sneak around the shop (the woodworking shop, I can't remember if the name of the shop was ever mentioned) probably to look at all of the tools but was quickly caught by either Desmond or Law (and she was slightly jokingly banned from the shop for a bit until she was old enough where she knew better then to touch random tools)

Fifth Headcanon, Nat has totally done that adorable little kid thing where if she sees Law (or Sweets) sick she will dress up in a little doctor costume (along with some toy doctor tools) and acted like she is giving them a check up (or she pretends to heal them with healing magic)

Sixth Headcanon, (it was mentioned by Law once I think that Nat's grandparents slightly spoil her..) so I totally imagine there's been times where Nat hasn't wanted to leave her grandparent's place and Law (not literally) had to drag her out of there and she was upset with him for the rest of the day until the next day where she returned to her usual bubbly self.

Seventh Headcanon, ya know those backpacks (that mostly looks like animals, for example: a monkey? They usually come with a leash attached to it?) Nat totally has one... and when Law and her (usually Sweets too) go somewhere like a park, Nat usually has to wear the backpack leash or she will run off (eventually though she will get tired though she would probably not admit it and Law or Sweets has to pick her up and carry her... or she just sits on one of their shoulders...)

Eighth Headcanon, Nat totally has tried to bake a birthday cake for Law... (it probably ended up burnt or a mess but Law still ate some of it so that Nat would be happy... (he totally threw up afterwards but in secret..)

Ninth Headcanon, Nat was definitely one of those kids who at first asked why Law and her mom weren't together (or lived together) but she eventually grew used to it (and I imagine she does sees Sweets somewhat as a guardian but not as a replacement for her mom and Sweets totally understands that, Nat and Sweets just understand each other like that)

Tenth Headcanon, Nat totally borrows/steals either Law or Sweets phone to either play games, take photos or record small random videos (I imagine Nat also being the type of kid who uses the phone until it's battery is dead and just handing the phone back to Law or Sweets before running off fast like she had just committed a crime XD)

[mygwenchan]

Stray thoughts while watching Love Syndrome III - EP6

Got my Ginger Ale and Taokaenoi seaweed snacks ready. Alright guys, let's do this~

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Day being nice feels weird though. Is it a trap or has he decided to be a decent person for once?

Oh no, the little one is crying :( Itt needs a hug, poor thing

That scene with them holding hands and looking deep into each others eyes and the romantic music... I'm sorry, but it really cracked me up 😂

Oh! My two best boys Night and Nik are back, nice~

More cake in this episode. But won't Itt feel sick if he eats a tiny bit of porridge and a whole damn cake? Also why are there so many people in that bedroom all of a sudden?

"Are you eating or crying. Make up your mind!" Apparently Day has never heard of multitasking

Awkward cake feeding scene. There's some kink going on there, me thinks (god I hope Frank likes orange cake, cause if not... poor dude)

Well, at least Day knows he's been terrible towards Itt. Self-reflection is the first step on the way to self-improvement ☝

Ball is such a good boy, so nice. And Day is jealous as fuck lol

Itt in the garden: Darling, you really want to water your garden with that small ass watering-can? Yes? Ok... will only take you like 2 hours, but you do you

Damn, Day really did everything for Itt. No wonder Itt ended up being so spoiled...

Sinister music, weird phone call were no one is answering... My spider senses are tingling!

Day, don't talk about dying... and that sinister music again. Yeah something is definitely afoot!

Uh, is that the long-haired dude from that bar in ep1? I can't remember faces for shit... but yeah, I think that's him. I sense more trouble!!

...and the guy just answered my question lol Yeah it's him, and he has a name! Korn. And Day is jealous again. That man's tits are never calm

Ooooohhh! Day called Itt his boyfriend! That is what jealousy can do to a man 😂

Itt, I'm sorry, but you really suck at cooking. I've never seen someone peel a carrot like that

Romantic onion chopping flashback~

Oh god that scream when Day almost fainted totally gave me a fright XD

And suddenly we've got a battle between alpha dom Day and alpha dom Korn while... one of them get's a makeover? That's random, but ok 🤨

Day, calm down. Don't cut off ears in your own shop, do it somewhere else! Think about the mess your employees would have to mop up. Think about the poor working class people!

Yeah sorry, but I liked Korn better with long hair. It fit his cunt aesthetics. Also Korn, I think pissing off an ex-mafia guy who has killed people isn't such a good idea, just saying

And suddenly it's cute nose rubbing time~ Well, that's a sweet ending for this episode 🌈💕

[writerfae]

Anastasia AU: The Apple Tree (A not so mini bonus story)

This one actually takes place in the past. Young prince Aiden snuck away from his guards and encounters kitchen boy Talon.

short side note: I feel like I should mention that this takes place in a different universe, not in Russia/France, I only use the city name Paris as a placeholder because I haven't come up with a fictional city name yet

Anastasia AU masterpost

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It was a sunny day at the palace. Talon sat under the shadow of a big apple tree, peeling potatoes for dinner.

The boy enjoyed the peace and quiet of the little courtyard, away from the buzzing of the huge palace kitchen.

The silence was broken by the sound of footsteps quickly approaching.

Surprised, Talon peaked up from his work, just to see a boy running towards him, quite fast so.

Talon recognized him instantly. It was the prince. The youngest. Prince Aiden.

Talon has never met him before, only seen him from afar.

The nearest he ever got to him was when he served at one of the many feasts, watching in awe how the youngest son of the queen danced around his mother, his circlet sparkling in the light of the candlelit hall, just as bright as his smile.

Now said prince ran up to the tree Talon was sitting under and all Talon could do was duck away as with a cry of "Careful!" Aiden jumped up, grabbed the tree branch closest to Talon’s head and climbed up the tree trunk with a litheness that reminded the kitchen boy of a cat.

Baffled, he could only look up to the other boy who was now sitting on one of the farther up branches of the tree, looking down on him.

He must've made a pretty funny face, because the young prince started to giggle. Talon couldn’t help but to smile, too.

He was about to open up his mouth and ask him what exactly he was intending to do up there, when suddenly there was the sound of footsteps again.

Both boys looked to the direction the sound came from.

Two guards approached the courtyard with fast steps. They seemed to search for something. Or someone.

"I don't see him," said one guard to the other. Then he noticed Talon under the apple tree.

"Hey, you, kitchen boy. Have you seen Prince Aiden come past here?"

For a fleeting moment, Talon’s eyes wandered up to where the other boy was sitting on the tree. The tree's many leaves shielded him from the two men's eyes.

Aiden pressed a finger against his lips to tell Talon to keep quiet, barely surpressing his giggles.

So that's why he climbed up there, Talon thought, amused.

He looked at the guards again. "No," he shook his head. "I saw no one around but you, I'm afraid."

The guard sighed, then he nodded before turning back to his partner. "Alright, let's try to search in the library."

Then they left.

Once they were gone, the prince picked a shiny red apple, then he climbed down the tree, landing gracefully in front of Talon.

"Thank you for covering up for me." He smiled at the other boy.

Talon bowed his head. "Of course, your Highness."

The prince frowned. "Aiden," he said. Talon wasn't sure what he meant. He shot the boy a questioning look.

"Aiden," the prince repeated, sitting down next to Talon, lowering himself to his level.

"I don't like being called by title. It fits my brother better than me anyway. He's the crown prince, I'm just a spare." Aiden shrugged.

His words didn't seem bitter, they were merely a simple truth to him.

"What is your name?" He turned to Talon, his brown eyes starring in Talon’s golden ones with great curiosity.

Talon averted his eyes, unusually shy for the normally so witty kitchen boy. "Talon."

"That's a nice name," Aiden smiled. He looked down at the bowl full of potatoes in Talon’s lap. "So you work in the kitchen?"

"Huh?" Talon followed his gaze. "Oh, no, I just sneak into the palace and peel your potatoes for fun," he said sarcastically.

That made the prince laugh. Talon watched him from the side, amazed, then he laughed, too, until they both were breathless.

After Aiden caught his breath again, he took the apple he picked earlier and broke it into two halfs. One he offered to Talon.

The apple looked delicious, but the kitchen boy hesitated.

He had always wondered how the shining red apples tasted like, had thought about picking one more than once.

But it was the queen's apple tree and the cook had told him to stay away from it.

The queen's apple tree isn't for servant boys like you, she had said.

"Take it. I want you to have it." It was as if Aiden had heard his thoughts.

"Henry and me pick apples from the tree all the time. Mother won't mind and she says sharing is important."

So Talon took the apple half. It tasted even better than he imagined.

He smiled. "Thank you."

The prince nodded.

"Why did the guards look for you?" Talon asked after a while, his curiosity finally winning over. Hopefully it wasn't a rude question.

"They're my personal guards. They are supposed to watch me all the time. It's annoying. I feel like a baby. I'm not even sick anymore, it's not fair that mother sends them after me all the time."

He pouted. The older boy found that adorable.

"And since my brothers are in Paris, no one wants to play with me anymore, so I made up my own game." Aiden grinned smugly.

"Getting away from your guards?" Talon asked.

Aiden laughed. "Exactly. Almost like hide and seek. Just better." He leaned back against the tree trunk.

"Hide and seek, huh?" someone said suddenly, making the two boys flinch at the unexpected noise.

There on the balcony stood a young woman Talon recognized as the queen's sister, Aiden's aunt.

Amused, the young woman looked at the scene in front of her. And at the caught look on her nephew's face.

"Don't worry, I won't give you away. But you should go back to your guards, before they start to declare a state of emergency."

She leaned forward slightly and grinned. "Or worse, they'll tell your mother. You wouldn't want that, would you? That would mean no apple pie for you."

The prince's eyes widened at the implication of a possible dessert deprivation and he shook his head energetically.

It made Talon giggle.

"That's what I thought," Aiden's aunt said. "Now stop keeping that poor boy from his work and come. It's time for your history lesson."

With that, she disappeared.

Aiden stood up as well, dusting off his pants.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." He pouted again, as if he'd like to stay longer.

Talon wouldn't mind him staying a bit longer. But who was he to keep a prince from his duty?

He was lucky that the boy even talked to him in the first place. Princes weren't supposed to talk to kitchen boys after all.

So he just nodded.

"It was nice meeting you, Talon. Maybe we'll walk into each other again some time."

He bowed to the blonde and with a last wave of goodbye, the two boys separated.

Ever since that day, Prince Aiden would greet a certain kitchen boy with a smile and a wave every time they crossed paths and said kitchen boy always bowed in response, small smile on his normally so serious face.

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This turned out to be not that short after all, oops xD

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[mrskurono]

Hi Three ♡ Wah! I hope your pms rage and mom rage aren’t too bad. My hump day was good, thanks for asking. I hope your Thursday is going well!

I saw your reply to my second ask and I agree that Izuku would be so affectionate. I’m mainly affectionate with my friends and family but when it comes to dating, I tend to be more reserved in public aha

Jobs are soul sucking! Sometimes I feel weird that I’m not working because it’s been a lil over a month since I left that hell hole but I know my mind and body are still in recovery mode. Oof, I totally know what you mean. I hate drama especially in the workplace! Sometimes all we can do is take care of ourself so we can be happy!

Bokuto does have that himbo charm that’s for sure! I love him so much 😭 He would end up taking pics of me and the kids everyday just so he can “update” his pictures. Watch that man show his photos even to the opposing team 😂

It’s okay! I never really had a set ship for him but Oikawa was one of the first ones I liked (Sorry Iwa) Aha ha, sometimes there’s that one character who you can’t stop liking!

I see Obi sexually but I also respect him a lot because of the way he treats his company is so wholesome! Three, it’s so funny you said that about Vulcan because when I saw him SHIRTLESS and in a mask, I enjoyed looking at his body way too much 😂 I feel like if I had to work with Vulcan, I couldn’t handle it. I’m also attracted to people with tattoos so just knowing he has a nice body and tattoos and is super smart is too much 😩 It’s funny because I also never cared for the bara body type until 2020. I swear it’s like the last 2 years my tastes changed so drastically aha. But yes the writing is great!

I totally agree that Obi’s daddy energy is so pure! I think when I started reading stuff for Fire Force some people just made him seem like a super sexy daddy but he just oozes pure wholesome daddy vibes! I can totally imagine you chilling in a hot tub as I scream in the background because I can’t handle seeing him shirtless lmao

Now I can’t wait to meet Kurono! I gotta see why you like him so much hehe! Ooh that’s so interesting that you said Waka reminds you of Rae! But tell me how when I first knew nothing about Fire Force I thought that Waka was over 6’0 and when I learned that he wasn’t, it made him cuter to me xD

Oh gosh, I basically wrote a love letter on these 2D men! Please don’t feel like you have to reply to all of these especially my thirsting over Vulcan (I can’t let go of Obi) aha ha. I hope that you have a great day and take care Three ♡

-😊 anon

It's not but here we are 🙃 Haven't committed murder though so that's the only positive to the day 😬

Drama was prevelant in the salon and as much as I miss playing with hair, I don't miss the freaking shit that came with it. Sometimes I feel guilty for not working but then the double edge sword is I feel guilty for leaving my son. So there's no winning 😂 I'm glad you're recentering yourself though and feeling better ♥

If Bokuto didn't have those eyebrows...god I love Bokuto but the eyebrows...but also Bokuto only have social media apps so you can send him pictures/videos of you and the kids is 100% him and adds a little bit of charm to the goofy owl hehe

You traded Oikawa for his bff! le gasp!! jkjk, though to be fair I feel like it's illegal to not like Iwa so Oikawa would understand. I feel that way about Hinata. He was the only reason I actually watched the series and read it. Never a selfship and it would never work. But I have a soft spot for one (1) ginger.

ASDFGHJKL I KNEW YOU'D ENJOY VULCAN (yours and Rae's tastes are very similar I chuckle about it regularly) I love Vulcan in the most, non sexual way possible. I don't get the "kin" thing but if I've ever had an anime doppelgänger it is 300% Vulcan. We even share the same birthday and almost act identical. It's actually a little creepy and I need to talk to Okubo about it 😅

But Obi is a treasure I won't deny. We should all aspire to be more like Obi. And if you ever decide to touch the manga, manga Obi is somehow even more pure and terrific. A muscle made man with nothing but heart. He has my seal of approval for your selfship! But asdfghkl my type is noodle ass looking freaks asdfghjkl

God no. Don't meet Kurono. Don't look at him it'll just bring on more questions of "Why?" like why would I pick that one with an entire cast of perfect husbands and wives 😅 Just know that Kurono is an...acquired taste. And he's enjoyable if you pick at his character and look closer at it. Plus manga Kurono has huge growth vs anime Kurono. Just...don't look at him too much, it only raises more questions 😂

I'm soooo glad I watched Fire Force before reading anything bc fanon Waka would have PISSED me off to no end. But actual Waka? Short little Waka who can't say no to demon twins? Absolutely perfect. Utter perfection. I adore Waka. He's not my self ship thingy really anymore but I still love that man. But then again he reminds me of Rae too so that doesn't help 😂 Even the way they draw him in the manga vs the anime is too funny. Anime Waka is a bara beefy ass. And manga Waka is a petite slender man. My preference is a little but more manga Waka but purely bc I don't need guys having tits bigger than my own 😂

Make sure to stretch and take a drink of water <3 The week is almost over <3

[dex-xe]

Regarding the ficlet ideas :)

You don't have to do all or even any of these, these are just the things that popped into my head when I was scrolling through! Also if you want to write them romantically you do it, we love and support youuu!!!

Fluff: 7 (Mary and Robin, probably platonic) & 10 (Mary and Kitty, also probably platonic)

General: 18 (Julian and literally anyone, it'll be hilarious)

And General 45. With Alison and Cap (and maybe all the other ghosts) becuase I feel you'd write it really sweetly and honestly it's a scene I'd really like to see

Alison & Captain General #45: “Are you afraid to die?”

So there’s still one more prompt from this person (the Julian one) but I’m combining it with other ideas so expect that soon!! The others have also been done here:

Fluff #7

Fluff #10

But yeah,, this got no interaction at all on AO3 but that’s okay cause I actually really enjoyed writing this one there are some good lines I think. Let me know what you think either here on on AO3 I don’t mind. (Also there is a Doctor Who reference in here but I can’t remember which episode it’s from so if yall find it let me know XD)

TW:// in depth discussions of death.

The dark ceiling of Alison’s bedroom swirled in front of her as she listened to the soft rumbling of her husband’s snores beside her. The glowing red lights of her alarm clock served as a warning to her impending sleepless night: 2:15am.

Worries of life and family and the hotel and the unusual presence of 20 odd dead people inhabiting her home raced through her head as she begged for some kind of distraction from her thoughts. She tried not to set too many rules for the ghosts: whenever she did, they would work even harder to break every written order she laid down - and also every unwritten rule that common sense laid down. But one rule Alison was strict on was their nighttime curfew: do what you want around the house (as long as it doesn’t make too much noise, mess or irritance) but do not, under any circumstance, enter the master bedroom.

She’d originally given them the usual “only in emergencies” protocol but, after Robin had scared Alison out of bed at 4am having deemed a fat ginger cat on the front lawn an emergency, this had quickly been scrapped. But watching the dust flow through beams of moonlight while contemplating every life decision she’d ever made, the prospect of some inconceivable disaster interrupting the ghosts’ eternal deaths was seeming ever more pleasurable.

Alison sighed and sat up to look over Mike deep in sleep, jealous of his peaceful snoring. She swung off the bed being careful not to jostle the sheets but flinched at the freezing floorboards touching her bare feet. She tiptoed slowly through the empty corridors occasionally stopping to listen at the doors of the ghosts’ bedrooms: quiet snoring from Pat’s, mumbled sleep talking from Kitty’s, total silence on behalf of the others.

Every common room lay vacant, excluding Robin curled up in front of the dying fire, so Alison continued on to the kitchen - taking Nigel’s advice to fetch some milk when she’s stressed.

Upon entering the kitchen, she was taken aback to find it was not as empty as the rest of the house would suggest. Leaning back against the far tiled wall with his eyes shut and head resting back on the cold surface, the Captain looked as if he could be asleep standing upright. His eyes snapped open and settled straight on Alison frozen in the doorway. He blinked slowly before darting towards the corner of the room in his usual long-legged, gangly run.

“Captain?” Alison called as he turned away from her. “No, no! It’s alright!”

The Captain stopped. Still. Silent. In a moment of alarming quietness.

“Sorry for disturbing you, Captain. I’ll only be a moment!” Alison said quietly, making her way over to the fridge. “God, I hope Robin isn’t in here.” She pulled open the door with great gusto, fleetingly thrilled by the presence of broccoli, strawberry yoghurt, and half a pasta bake rather than the shouting menace of a caveman.

She shut the door with the milk carton in hand and turned to find the Captain still facing the wall, breathing heavily in what appeared to be a WW2 remake of the Blair Witch Project.

“You can just go back to… whatever you were doing, now,” Alison took a swig from the carton. “Plotting your latest hair-brained scheme to get rid of me?”

“Now, now, Alison,” the Captain said, turning back around to face her and swaying ever so slightly on his heels, stick gripped tight behind him. “I’m less inclined to dispose of you nowadays.”

“Yeah?” Alison raised her eyebrows with a knowing glance and took another sip. “Well, I appreciate that, Cap.”

“Hmm,” the Captain agreed.

“Why are you awake then? Are you awake or do ghosts sleep upright against a wall? Is this some mechanic I don’t know about? Do ghosts have to sleep?” Alison asked rapid fire.

“Of course we sleep! What did you think we do during the night?” The Captain pointed to Alison’s milk and frowned. “You shouldn’t drink it like that. That’s how disease spreads.

“It’s only me that uses it, just don’t tell Fanny, yeah?”

“Mum’s the word,” he murmured.

Alison smiled. “So why are you up, then? Shouldn’t you be getting that beauty sleep?”

“Sometimes it’s a little difficult to drift off, I’m sure you understand that being awake at this hour too.”

“Oh yeah,” Alison said quietly. She lifted her carton up in a small gesture of cheers and made a move to leave. “Well, got my milk. I guess… I’ll just head back to bed then. Good night, Captain.” She had barely made it out of the door before the Captain spoke up once more.

“You could stay for a while,” the Captain said. “If you wanted to. I mean, if you didn’t want to just lay in bed gazing at the ceiling.”

“I’d like that,” Alison pulled out the chair closest, scraping the legs across the tiled floor and interrupting the silence of the house. She left the chair open for the Captain and moved to sit opposite him, settling into the quiet comfort.

“Isn’t it weird to think the dead sleep?” Alison commented. “Doesn’t seem right, does it? Cause sleeping is a bit like being dead only without the commitment so it’s like you’re kind of double dead.”

“Death is nothing like sleeping, Alison. Don’t talk to me about death if you don’t understand it.” The Captain sniffed at her and leant back in his chair maintaining his usual stoic exterior.

“Sorry,” Alison said. “I didn’t mean-,”

“It’s fine,” the Captain said quickly. The pair fell back into silence, they had never exactly been the closest of friends and Alison certainly wouldn’t describe him as her best (undead) friend but they were friend-ly, for sure. Certainly more now that he’d ceased trying to drive her from the house at every opportunity that presented itself. Then again, death does strange things to people, Alison thought, her friends had proved that much. They showed little regard for the lives of the living, thinking very much of themselves and the Captain was surely the embodiment of that.

“It’s not awful, as such,” the Captain interrupted the quiet. Alison looked up from the table to find him watching her intently. “Death. It’s not as terrible as you might think. I know that’s what you were going to ask.”

“Oh,” Alison said. “I wasn’t- I wasn’t actually going to say anything.”

“I know. But you were thinking it.” The Captain said. “You’re in a rather unique position, Alison, I must say. Not many people can say they have a good understanding of death before it happens, but you know more than most.”

“I still don’t really get it, though,” Alison admitted drawing lines across the table with her fingers.

“If I’m telling the truth, neither do I,” the Captain confessed. “I don’t remember it too well. It was like- like falling asleep and then immediately waking up again. You know that plummeting feeling  that happens right as you’re about to drop into sleep, like everything is calm and then suddenly you’re losing grip of reality, and then you’re wide awake again.”

“A hypnic jerk,” Alison quipped.

“Sorry?” He asked.

“That’s what it’s called, that falling thing. A hypnic jerk.” Alison said. “We did it in science class, I think. Your body thinks it’s dying so it does the jerk to make sure that you’re still alive. Makes sense that’s what dying feels like, I guess.”

“Are you afraid to die, Alison?” The question took Alison by surprise, it was unlike the Captain to be open about his emotions and even more unlikely for him to ask about others’ feelings.

“If I have to stay with this rowdy lot for eternity, then yes definitely,” Alison joked with a small laugh.

The Captain smiled and hummed in agreement: “Oh I’m sure I’d have agreed if given the choice before death. Not exactly the most peaceful post-death existence.”

“I’m a little bit scared,” Alison admitted.

“You shouldn’t be too worried, it’s not all that bad,” the Captain said with a shrug.

“Yeah, because you seem to be having a blast with your afterlife, Cap. Happy as Larry,” Alison said sarcastically, she threw the now-empty carton into the bin beside her and settled back towards the table, leaning forward closer to the Captain - their faces barely inches apart.

The Captain paused, his eyes boring into Alison’s sleepy face before he leant forward to match her and whisper in secret confidence.

“It is rather bad,” he reneged. “You should fear it, well done for being scared.” Alison chuckled. “Well thanks, Cap! I feel so much better now!”

“Now, you know that’s not what I mean,” the Captain said slowly, unsure of where he was going next. “As long as you die here, you have no reason to be afraid. We’ll care for you in death as you have for us in life. Be sure, Alison, we’ll teach you all we know.”

“You know, Julian has told me the ‘teachings’ you gave him when he died,” Alison chuckled.

“Somebody needed to give that scoundrel a good telling off; heaven knows no one in life ever did. Julian died much as he lived: with an air of superiority.” The Captain coughed and smirked across at Alison. “He waltzed in here as if he owned the place, demanding authority and respect and, as far as I’m concerned, those are qualities that are earned.”

“Like you?” Alison said pointedly.

“I’m sorry?”

“Did you earn the authority you have over the others?”

“That is beyond the point.” The Captain stated. “You’re rather lucky, Alison! You’ve met a somewhat tempered version of Julian, he’s actually rather bearable these days, likeable sometimes, you wouldn’t believe him in the early days.”

“Oh I can only imagine! And I’m better then, I assume? Seeing as I’m deemed worthy of your afterlife teachings?” Alison laughed.

“Indeed,” the Captain said.

“Were you afraid?” Alison asked. “Of death, I mean? Obviously like, before it happened.”

“No,” the Captain shrugged, finally heeling away from Alison and breaking their close eye contact. “A soldier is never afraid. When you enlist to serve for your country, you relinquish any right to fear your death. Service kills many who enter, you cannot fear the inevitable.”

“But you didn’t die in service?”

“I was a soldier. No matter if my demise happened during the war or 60 years later, I lived a soldier and I died a soldier.” The Captain said certainly. Whenever he spoke of his time in the military he straightened right up and masked any kind of emotion he had allowed to trickle through.

“Now that you’re not a soldier then, are you afraid of… you know, moving on?”

“Of being sucked off?” The Captain clarified.

“I refuse to say that,” Alison shook her head. “And frankly it’s cruel that Julian has kept this joke up. But are you scared?”

“I am still a soldier, Alison. I’ll always be a soldier.”

“Time has moved on, no more fighting and no more soldiers but you know that, Captain.”

“Doesn’t change anything. Time.” The Captain said, matter of fact. The darkness of the kitchen mostly shrouded his face but Alison could easily make out the outline of his sharp features and piercing eyes.

“Time changes everything.” She stated. “You should know that better than most.”

“I’m a soldier.” He repeated, mumbling it under his breath like a reassuring mantra. “For King and country.”

“Queen.” Alison corrected.

Allowing himself, for just a moment, to relinquish his solid, iron-clad grip on the past, the Captain softly whispered: “For Queen and country.”

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Are you taking any prompts? If so, what about a situation where touko finds out about Natsume seeing youkai, and convinces him that everything is alright? I need that kind if sweetness right now haha although I'll probably be crying by the end XD If you're not taking prompts or if you don't want to do this, it's perfectly fine :> Thanks for your time :)

i had several prompts like this one ! i sort of let it get away from me, i hope its okay :’) 

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The next time Touko sees Sana-chan, she’s armed to the teeth with photos.

Shigeru got that old camera of his working after all, and the album Touko passes across the table to Sana-chan is full of candids - Takashi on the porch playing with Nyankichi, Takashi’s friends sprawled across his bedroom floor the morning after a big sleepover, Takashi laughing with Shigeru over a sink of sudsy dinner dishes.

Sana-chan flips through the pictures with all the enthusiasm Touko could have hoped for, a smile filling her round face as she gushes “what a handsome boy!” and “your house must be so lively these days!” and “I can’t wait to meet him!”

And Touko is warmed all the way home, resolving to ask Shigeru and Takashi what they would think of having Sana-chan and her family over for dinner in the near future.

As if summoned by the thought, Takashi’s voice drifts through the autumn air towards her from the riverbank. Curiously, Touko steps off the road into the grass to follow it to the source - Takashi did say a friend was visiting from the mountain, but surely he knows his friend would be welcome at the house - and steps to the edge of the sloping embankment, peering down.

She spots him right away, smiling a little at the way he sticks out against the dull color of the river, with his fair hair and pastel pink jacket. Takashi is sitting with two of his friends, the three of them grouped around the edge of a strange circle drawn in the damp clay, and they’re pink with laughter and bright-eyed in the warm afternoon, and talking to -

a little green person. With a beak, and tortoise-like carapace, and webbed hands, and a wet plate atop its head amidst a mop of tangled, seaweed-green curls. It hands Takashi a flapping fish and says, “I caught this for you, boss!”

“Thank you,” Takashi says dryly, and tosses the fish back into the water without ado.

Oh, Touko thinks, hands flying to her mouth in surprise. And the first thing she thinks of, impossibly, is the crow.

“I’ve never seen a white one before,” Takashi said that day, guileless and unguarded as he smiled into the sky at a creature Touko couldn’t seem to find. “It’s beautiful.”

“I can’t believe it!” Tooru says brightly, jolting Touko out of her shock. The girl is clapping her hands together in delight, moving to her knees and bowing politely in greeting. “I’ve always wanted to meet a kappa!”

The creature hurries to follow suit, bowing low to Tooru in return. Touko watches, eyes wide, as Takashi says, “No don’t - ” and the water spills from the plate on the kappa’s head into the earthy clay underfoot.

The creature flails, making a piteous noise, and then it seems to be trapped in place, small torso curved over the ground, quivering. Takashi gets up with a long-suffering sigh.

“Some of the myth is true, but not all of it,” he explains, as though he’s explaining particularly complicated schoolwork. He cups his hands in the river, and carries cool water back with him. His friends watch avidly as Takashi wets the kappa’s headplate again, and delight when the little thing springs back up to its feet.

“He won’t attack you,” Takashi goes on calmly, “he’s a little sillier than his cousins. His arms aren’t particularly weak, either, but he’s not very good at wrestling, and as far as I can tell he doesn’t care much for cucumbers. And he tends to stray too far from his river. If you ever see me dumping water out on the ground for no apparent reason - ”

“We have,” Kaname says with a smile he doesn’t bother trying to hide. “We just didn’t ask.”

Takashi blinks, and something soft and uncertain graces the delicate features of his face. He rubs a hand through his hair and says, “You can ask. From now on, I mean.”

The spirit between them steps out of the circle toward the water’s edge and disappears from view with a mighty splash - Touko’s hands are still hovering over her mouth, and she manages to muffle the startled noise that threatens to give her away.

Takashi flicks water out of his eyes with a scowl, and his friends laugh - and oh, but they’re not surprised in the least by all this, and Tooru even has something of a little picnic set up at her side. Touko can hear her murmuring “I feel so silly for bringing all this squash, now. I read so much about kappa last night, I was sure he’d like it.”

And Touko can’t help but think of Takashi as the boy she first met, not so long ago - all alone in the middle of a cold night. How thin and pale and colorless he was then, lifting glass eyes to meet hers and looking straight through her at something else.

He is always looking straight through at something else. Whether it’s crows, or kappa, or something less lovely, something less harmless, Takashi has probably been able to see them since he was very, very young. And while it doesn’t excuse the people who mistreated him, doesn’t forgive them in the slightest, Touko can suddenly understand, just a little bit, why her sweet, gentle, giving boy had such a hard time growing up - was never quite wanted, never quite normal.

And her heart aches, watching how easily Takashi can talk about the river spirit (one that is clambering back into the muddy circle with an armful of fish) and how hard it is for Takashi to switch gears and talk to his friends about trusting them.

It is always so hard for him. Touko is making her way down the grassy slope even before the kappa points towards her and says, “Boss? Who’s that?”

And while Tooru and Kaname spring to their feet as if electrified - both of them moving, to hide the kappa from view and scuff out the strange circle respectively - Takashi looks frozen in place. His hands are limp where they were resting on his folded knees, face so pale he might have been sculpted out of snow.

He looks like someone watching their world end.

Well. Touko may be very new at this - may not have the experience Atsushi’s mother has at righting wrongs and mending impossible hurts - and she’s certain they don’t make parenting books for a child’s dealings with yokai - but now isn’t the time to worry.

Now is the time to kneel next to her son, tucking her skirt in neatly, neverminding all the mud - to ignore the way his frightened expression digs sharp fingers into her heart, and reach out to him with a gentle hand.

Takashi flinches, and it hurts her, but it’s a selfish hurt and one she buries quickly. The short time he’s been with her won’t be enough to unlearn the lessons he’s been taught up until now, and she can’t afford to forget that. She doesn’t let herself falter, and only continues until her fingers are cradling the soft curve of his cheek, and Touko waits patiently for Takashi to find the courage to look at her.

Kaname and Tooru are holding their breath. After one long minute passes into two, Takashi lifts his eyes.

He’s transparent to her now, the way he didn’t used to be. Guileless and unguarded, the way he was when he saw something beautiful in their backyard. And if this secret world of his can give him beautiful things as much as it takes away from him, then Touko can find it in herself to make peace with it.

Touko looks over, and finds the kappa peering over Kaname’s shoulder - its webbed hands pressed into the back of his shoulder, leaning up on the tips of its feet to peer at Touko. The creature’s eyes are wide and curious, very much like the eyes of the children kappa are said to eat. Touko can’t find it in herself to fear the little thing, and looks back at Takashi with that knowledge clear in her smile.

“And I thought you told me you’ve introduced me to all of your friends,” she scolds lightly, teasing him. “After Kei and Katsumi, I was sure I had met everyone. You really are such a popular boy.”

Kaname and Tooru let out shaky breaths, and beam at one another, and then at Touko. Takashi looks as though he’s forgotten how to speak, and so Touko leans back and takes her hand away.

“Actually, I have a question!” When she tilts her head towards the kappa, it points at itself, as if to make sure it’s the one she’s addressing. It makes Touko smile. “Yes, you. You know, I used to hate ginger when I was a child, but my father could always convince me to eat it by telling me it would ward kappa away. Is that true?”

The kappa considers that seriously for a moment, then says, “It’s true. I hate ginger.”

“I wonder if you’re the best kappa to ask,” Kaname puts in dryly, “since we found out you’re not good at wrestling, don’t so much as pretend to keep to your river, and have never tried to drown a single human.”

The kappa squawks, as if in offense. With its handfuls of wriggling fish, the sight is both cute and comical. Touko feels herself warming to the odd creature, with its human mannerisms and the way it seems more comfortable with this group of mortal youngsters than its own kind.

Tooru draws its attention to her picnic basket, and Kaname follows them to it - both children well-versed in the art of subtlety, giving Touko room to sit quietly with Takashi in an unobtrusive, and undemanding silence.

“There are more like it, aren’t there?” Touko says after a moment. “More spirits like this one?”

Takashi’s head jerks in a nod. Touko hums.

“And they’re not all kind to you, are they?”

“Not - ” He swallows, and tries again. “Not all of them. They’re the same way people are. Different personalities and experiences. It’s not - I can’t lump them together. They’re not kind or unkind, they’re just alive, in a different way than we are.” His eyes dart to Touko, but only for a second, and then he’s back to staring at his hands. “I know it’s - I know it’s strange. I know it’s a lot. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Takashi,” Touko says, aching for him. “All those times you came home with dirty clothes, how easily you seem to get hurt. This is your home now, and I want it to be safe for you. Is there anything I can do? Should we get talismans for the house? Oh, but then your friendly spirits couldn’t see you, could they?” She presses a hand to the side of her face, truly feeling out of her depth. “Oh, I should ask Shigeru-san. He’ll know what to do about all of this, he’s much more level-headed than I am. Don’t worry though, Takashi,” Touko adds, trying to sound sure of herself. “Whatever you need, you’ll have it.”

Takashi finally gives up the careful study of his hands, and stares at her fully. His eyes are moonlike beneath his long, untidy fringe as he whispers, “Are you even real?”

And Touko wraps up the pain in her chest and ties a fierce knot around it, to unpack and shed tears over later, when she can afford to grieve for all the things Takashi can’t seem to bring himself to trust.

For now, she gives her son a smile.

“You believe in such impossible things,” she tells him, full of fondness and faint anger and sorrow and love. “Surely you can believe in this, too.”

Takashi ducks his head, and when he moves he’s moving closer instead of farther away; leaning into her side with all the weight of a warm, shuddering shadow. If he’s crying, he’s utterly silent about it. Touko rests her cheek in the softness of his hair and watches the odd and peaceful picture Tooru and Kaname and the yokai make, digging through a picnic basket and sharing treats with one another from within the far side of the circle.

“You know, the timing of this is uncanny,” Touko says playfully, aiming to lighten the mood just a little. “I was going to ask you if you wanted to meet a friend of mine from middle school. I showed her my photo album today during our lunch date, and she wants to get to know you! Her name is Sana-chan, and she has a boy about your age. Unfortunately, it probably won’t be quite as exciting as meeting a kappa, but I think it will be still be plenty of fun.”

“Of course, if it’s no trouble, I’d like to meet her, too,” Takashi says immediately, as eager to please as always. And then, after a moment’s pause, he goes on, “Wait. You showed her the photo album? Touko-san, most of those pictures are of me. You didn’t let her see the one of Nishimura kissing me, did you? Touko-san?”

Touko presses a hand to her mouth to hide her smile and admits, “That one was Sana-chan’s favorite.”

Takashi lifts his head to gape at her, every inch an aggrieved, embarrassed teenager where a wounded, world-weary creature was hunkered moments ago. “Touko-san! It’s bad enough that Kitamoto sent it to everyone we know - ”

“What’s a photo album?” the kappa asks, its hands full of crumbling croquettes it seems to have traded its fish for. Tooru looks up with a wicked gleam in her eyes, and Kaname seems to be the only one willing to commiserate with poor Takashi, shooting him a sympathetic look as Takashi watches in horror Touko haul the album out of her bag cheerfully.

“You’re carrying it around with you?”

“Come over here and see, Kappa-san,” Touko says, and even moves forward to the edge of the circle so the little green creature can sit beside her and lean in to stare at the glossy pages that lay open in her lap. “Isn’t my Takashi handsome? Look at how photogenic he is.”

“Ooh,” Tooru says eagerly, peering from Touko’s other side, “are some of these new?”

“What’s photogenic?” the kappa asks, and Takashi buries his face in Kaname’s shoulder.

But he seems to give into laughter after a moment, his shoulders shaking. It's a soft sound that grows louder, until Takashi is tipping his head back and falling into it, and Touko wishes she had the camera with her.

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I don't know if anyone asked you some Troll OC Asks, but since you made such a dope list, how's about 34-38 :D

AAAAAHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 💖💖💖💖💖I honestly didn’t think they would get as popular as they did haha, but thank you guys so much for sharing and reblogging it, it really means so much! 💖Anywho, onto the questions! I’ll answer these ones for Jaz xD

34. Does your OC have a mate? Have they ever performed a mating ritual? 

Ah. Jaz’s love life, the ever complicated story that it is. I’mma keep it short. xD

Jazali used to have a mate named Karshii, but because of a very violent event that caused for a very heavy argument and a series of heavily insulting jabs later, they mutually decided to split. They both haven’t seen each other since.

They both...technically had a mating ritual. They knew that both their parents wouldn’t approve, they got mated very young, and so they got a priest to meet them at a secret location and officiate their mating ceremony and allow the loas to approve their joining. It was very small and it barely constituted as an official ritual at the time, but it still counts. Jazali still even wears her “wedding” ring to this day and if you ask her why, she probably couldn’t give you a straight answer.

35. Does your OC believe in a ‘mate for life’? Do they practice monogamy or polygamy?

Jazali does believe in a mate for life, and not just because of what she was taught. She would prefer to have that one person who she knows she could rely on wherever and in whatever situation she may be and once she has set her eye on somebody, she doesn’t see anybody else as an option. Jazali is not as frivolous as most trolls and isn’t really comfortable with the idea of actively pursuing romantic partners for the fun of it due to her upsetting experience in the past. That isn’t to say that she is against polygamy! Growing up with a mother who would often have many romantic partners, as well as the polygamous nature of trolls, it isn’t a strange concept for her! But due to her inability to trust one person, let alone many, with being that close to her, meant that she would rather stick to being with one person and trust them wholly. 

36. Do they have any preferences for a significant other such as: physical attributes? Personality? What type of troll he/she/they are/is? 

Jazali doesn’t really have a specific list of characteristics that she likes in a person; she has shown a preference for larger peeps or people with nice hair or deep voices, but outside of that, it’s really all about their personality. An essential for Jazali is you gotta have some sense of humor. If you are a stick in the mud or a party-pooper, then that is a no-no, since Jazali is an avid lover of puns and pranks and slapstick comedy. She also appreciates someone who isn’t too arrogant or self-absorbed, since most cocky douchebags just remind her of her oldest brother, who doesn’t bring up the fondest of memories. Does she have a troll race preference? Eh, not really. I mean, she has developed a fondness for Amani, but outside of that, no tribe is a favourite for her.

37. How does your OC handle being in heat? Are they more tolerable of it than other trolls? How long would you say the cycle is? Do you as the creator/mune believe your troll goes through heat? 

“So...you have heat...but you don’t go through heat?”

Jazali dragged a hand over her face with a tired groan. Why did she agree to help this googly eyed elf again. The darkspear quickly yanked up her fishing net onto the shore while Fellious, the ginger shaggy haired elven scholar, sat on a boulder with a couple of dried up corals on it, writing down notes in his book while staring curiously at Jazali.

“It...it be a bit more complicated than that elfy.” Jazali tried to explain with a scratch to the back of her neck.

Fellious finally noticed Jaz’s rather embarrassed expression and quickly added “I-if you are not comfortable discussing it, I do not mind Miss Jazali.”

“Okee first off,” Jazali chuckled with a shake of her head “Errytime ya calls me ‘Miss Jazali’, I be waitin for a gobbo mech wid a bow tie ta come outta nowhere an’ gimme some champagne. Jaz or Jazali be fine.”

The little troll walked further into the sea to grab another net, grunting as she continued “An’ second, I promised I’d help ya wid questions an’ Jaz don’ make broken promises so I gonna answers ya.”

Fellious tried not to look eager, but his hand rested just an inch above the paper with his quill, waiting. Jaz stomped back into the shore with her net in hand as she thought out loud “It...it ain’ dat I nevah been t’rough heat, it jus’ dat it don’ happen ta me as much ‘cuz I ain’ realleh like, as feverish as odahs...dat make sense?”

The blood elf blinked at her and tilted his head slightly as he tried to process Jazali’s explanation...as well as her accent. He slowly responded “But...heat is a natural cycle that occurs for all trolls...surely it would happen just as strongly and regularly for you?”

“Well yeah but…” Jazali let out a long sigh as she finally let go of the net and placed her hands onto her hips, tapping her foot with pursed lips as she thought hard about how she could explain it.

“Okee.” The little troll clapped her hands together “Y’know how ya get hungry an’ ya instincts tell ya ta eat?”

Fellious was not sure where Jazali was going with this explanation, but he simply nodded his head and raised a brow “Yes…”

“Wantin’ ta be mated is kinda like a real, physical hunger fer some people yeh? Even elfies!” Jazali gestured an arm towards the blood elf with an unsure smile on her face.

Said blood elf simply narrowed his eyes further and continued to nod slowly “...maybe?”

Jazali shrugged and scratched the back of her head as she continued “Well...I rarely been hungry like dat.”

“But you said-”

Jazali held up both her hands and corrected herself “Yes, I know, I did tells ya I been mated befo’. But even then we both didn’ even smoosh booties on dat same night. Me an’...my ex...didn’ even do it until weeks later. Jaz...ain’ realleh sure how ta explain it, ‘cuz I ain’ even too sure why I be feelin’ dis way either, but if I evah DO need it, it gotta be wid somebody I know fo’ sure I can trust.”

When Jazali saw poor Fellious still looking rather confused, she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before going back to her previous example “Like I said. I rarely be hungry like dat. I suppose I COULD eat, and it ain’ like I can’t taste it or admire da meal...but mah instincts don’ tell me to do it to live or nothin’. Ya feel me?”

He was patiently listening to her explanation and when she finished, Fellious finally raised both brows and replied “Huh...I guess I never thought of it that way. So you...never appreciate any physical attractiveness?” The blood elf scoffed and smirked “Now that I feel mighty sorry for you”

“Oh hey hey now!” Jazali smirked back and wagged a finger at him “Now jus’ cuz I ain’ hungry don’t mean I don’t enjoy the good company or flavors dat come wid da meal.”

38. Is your OC misogynist/sexist? Do they have an opinion on the position of female trolls in their tribe?

Oh Jazali is not sexist in any way. Considering her mother is one of the strongest huntresses in her tribe, her boss a sexy bad ass female mage, her mentor a female ex-sentinel elven monk warrior and her friend’s boss a kick-ass knowledgeable female witch doctor, the only opinion she would have on female trolls’ position in society is: it’s a high position.