#i always get weird vivid dreams when I'm too warm

[hxans]

Random dream.

It started with me bringing out boxes for my husband and a group of people to load into a moving van. As I got near the end of my pile of boxes, I kept finding side tables and chairs I'd missed. And then there was a couple rooms that had been my husband's responsibility to pack and they were not, and we were out of boxes.

Then somehow instead of trying to sort that out, I was having to hunt around his workplace for his personal items to grab as he was wrapping up working there along with our move. But then I was in a queue and chatting with other customers, and suddenly I was wanted by police for some made up reason, and I walked off with a pair of dudes who had had a similar frustrating run-in with police.

Somehow, my walk companions changed and it wad me and this other woman, but the longer I walked with her, the weaker I felt. At one point, I paused and she walked a different direction, towards this tram station. At a certain distance, my strength returned to me, and I went to climb over this wall to go a different direction than her if she returned.

I got as far as the top of the wall before she came back, and Chris Evans was with her, and he started asking why I was leaving. Didn't I love him? And I was like, I like you, but no I'm not in love with you, and gave him a farewell kiss before turning away and leaving.

[lookinghalfacorpse]

human bodies and the many ways that they're weird. a guide by technoblade.

/dsmp /rp

dream and philza have flat faces, and little noses that don't connect to their upper lip at all. they have round, stunted ears on the sides of their heads, and teeth that are barely sharper than a deer's. they're omnivores, like we are, but we're much better at bitin' than them. they have no tusks and no claws. they look a bit like furless piglets, but they're kinda alien-lookin', too. their feet are flat and skinny.

dream and philza have thin, pink lips. they're plush and warm, and more expressive than piglin lips. phil chews his when he's focusing, and dream's will twitch when he's annoyed. humans see something romantic about lips. they use them to kiss, and even touching them with your hands is seen as intimate. they'll touch their lips to my snout or my hands or my forehead, and i know it's a big deal to them.

dream and philza are upright, bipedal, and have musculature like a piglin, but they're small and hairless. mostly. dream has a mop of course fur (he calls it hair) on his head, and phil's is straight, golden, and silky. there are little tufts of fur above their eyes, too, and on some other spots across their bodies. a light covering on the legs. between their size and their nakedness, they're always pretty cold. i used to ask phil all the time if he wanted to move to a warmer climate, but he never did. he doesn't mind wearing layers. they both feel safer in layers, i think. that's my running theory, anyway. if i were that small, i'd probably like it, too.

dream and philza have long, elegant eyelashes. piglins like those, too. pretty common sign of beauty in most species, i think. human eyes have a broad color range, and theirs are particularly bright. phil's eyes are icy, haunting blue. dream's are a deep, wild green. i've never seen colors like that before coming to the overworld. the sky, the sea, the forest.

dream and philza are way too small, way too delicate. i'll cup dream's face in my hand and know i could break his jaw if i squeeze too hard. i'll rub phil's sore shoulder and sometimes just hurt him more. they'll crawl on me when i'm in bed and they weigh less than some of the dogs, and if a limb gets caught under me when i roll over, they'll yelp.

there's a spot at the base of dream's neck that, if i nibble at it with my front teeth, he'll squirm and push against me and make all sorts of cute sounds. most of phil's feathers are sensitive, but you can be rough with the soft ones near the base of his wings, and his eyes will flutter closed. they both like when i run my fingers through their fur hair.

i imagine fairies are a bit like this, honestly. recognizably beautiful, but tiny and a little... off. bright and vivid; a creation of this colorful world they're from. two little fairyfolk who decided to love a beast like me.

[whirlwindimagines]

So, I have an suggestion for both Vash and Wolfwood, if you take requests (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。

Every night, Vash/Wolfwood had dreams, dreams of which he talks to a gorgeous s/o and falls in love with them (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

S/o loves them back so they gave him a gift as a sigh of their love for him ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

(You choose which gift is for who, I'm stuck ( ╹▽╹ ))

•A ring with the words "♡forever love♡" engraved on it. Can be worn as an earring, a necklace, or a normal ring. 💍

•A hair clip with a flower on it, can be worn as a normal hair clip, or a pin on his clothes. 🌼

Meryl, Roberto, and (Wolfwood/Vash) ask about the gift, wondering who gave that to him. And (Vash/Wolfwood) blushes before telling them. (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)

Unknown to them all, S/o is watching a Trigun episode and saw the said scene. They see the man of/in their dreams with their gift and are blushing. (⊙.☉ )!?

[I was inspired by the isekai trop, the 'once upon a dream' song, and the soulmate Au.]

Thank you for the request! 💙 I hope you don’t mind I did headcanons for this since I thought it would be a little easier for me. Because I know myself and it would be way too long. Also apologies, this isn’t a trope I read a lot so I wasn’t too sure how to write this? Also apologies, this isn’t a trope I read a lot so I wasn’t too sure how to write this? I also unfortunately wrote this very sleep deprived so i have no idea how well this makes sense.

Vash the Stampede and Nicholas D. Wolfwood (separate) headcanons for meeting their s/o in a dream

Vash:

So you probably have never even seen Trigun before, but you’ve had these dreams of meeting Vash for a while. Honestly best dreams ever! You feel so safe and warm, and while you wake up sad missing him it still leaves such a warm feeling. 

Falling in love was easy, way too easy with him. Talking to him, getting to know him. It’s the highlight of your day, to fall asleep and be with him. (But like me) 

You are aware that soulmates are a thing, and some people have them. So you starting to think maybe this is it! Vash is so otherworldly you don’t even know if he is truly real, but you want him to be.

You two have so much fun together, talk about everything! Vash feels like he can tell you anything, and the feelings are mutual.

He’s so in love with you and it’s so obvious. Is afraid to tell you, because how would you even meet? Makes him sad if he thinks about it too long :( 

It’s on a whim you try to give him something, after so many nights of meeting you both are able to figure this isn’t so much like a traditional dream it’s simply too real for that. 

Vash gives you a necklace, it has a nice green/blue stone on it the color of his metal arm lol, and when you wake up with it still on you cry so much. You want to return the favor, so you search for something similar to match the necklace Vash gave you. You find a ring of a similar shade of green, it's perfect and you put it on a simple silver chain. 

Nighttime can't come any sooner, when you finally are able to fall asleep you are as always greeted by Vash’s soft smile. You tell him about the exciting discovery and give him the gift, he's so happy. 

Now imagine your surprise, the next day when your friend forces you to sit down and watch a show. And the man of your dreams literally shows up, with a very familiar necklace. You're pretty sure you blacked out, God you were screwed.  

Wolfwood: 

Lol Denial, You know of Trigun and Wolfwood so you just think you're having some very odd but vivid dreams. Whatever, it's kinda fun you think, he's in denial too. The two of you just hang out a lot and talk about life and everything in between.

The dreams just seem so real, but you think it's weird that you're dreaming so much about it, so you begin to really look into it. You learn about soulmates and you start to wonder what kinda sick joke is this?

But you can’t stay away for long, you try not to think about it too much as you, just enjoy the time you spend in your dreams with Wolfwood. He's an interesting guy, and you can see him letting his walls down around you. He finds it easy to let you in, and you find yourself just wanting to tell him everything about yourself.

You want to begin testing the limits of this dreamscape, you start by trying to fall asleep with something in your hands to see if it transfers over. It does! You suggest exchanging gifts, Wolfwood is still skeptical but you give him puppy dog eyes and he caves.

He will literally do anything for you if you ask, he's soft. You search for something perfect for him, and find it in some nice cufflinks! You think they’ll look nice with his suit :)

He's so awkward, and loves them but doesnt know how to emote properly. He gives you a flower brooch (Okay it took me way to long to think of the word i'm so dumb) he’s blushing the WHOLE time. 

Now imagine your big ole surprise the next time your watching Trigun and yuo notice them on Wolfwood, your so confused and your heart is racing lol

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Journey to the Past

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Nothing made sense to Jack anymore. First, he woke up in a place far, far, far from home. Second, his body acted in weird and mysterious ways. Third, there's an ache - an emptiness - in the back of his head, lurking in the lull of his thoughts. He would almost start to say something but he would forget as soon as its on the tip of his tongue. Very frustrating.

Jack deals with all of it the way Jack knows best. He forgets. He ignores. He stuffs his troubles in a far corner of his mind, somewhere dark and dusty. He focuses on the here and the now, keeping himself busy. This ends up harder than he first expected, since he was basically trapped in bed.

It turns out that nearly drowning has terrible, terrible effects on the body. Well, according to the old crone (as translated by Hiccup), he was lucky to have all his limbs (with fingers and toes). But at this rate, Jack was going to lose his mind. Hiccup took pity on him because he was that kinda guy.

Their little outing (on the back of an honest-to-God dragon) had done very well in distracting Jack. Except, of course, there was that little (heh) hiccup at the beginning. Such a little touch - a mere brush of the fingertips - should not inspire so much... so much... Jack didn't even have the words to describe his reaction. It was not pleasant. But it wasn't unpleasant. It was simply... strange.

Jack had always considered himself affectionate enough. He sometimes even skirted the bounds of propriety. He enjoyed teasing Anna too much - poking her cheek, messing up her hair, and even lifting her up to swing her around. He welcomed the warm hands of his parents - Father's solid claps on the shoulder, Mother's gentle touch to his arms or face. And certainly, he liked to hold his family - especially on those winter nights when the chill dogged their every breath.

Perhaps, he was put off by Hiccup's touch because they don't know each other, not really. It's one thing to seek comfort from family. It's another thing to allow a foreign body to contact his person. Yeah. That sounds about right.

But then, stranger and stranger still, Jack felt so at home once they took to the skies. There was something about the wind in his face, the weightless way they soared, and the rush of simply going up - up - up that felt all too familiar. Yet he had spent his whole life earthbound. Sure, he's climbed a weathered tree or two or two dozen, and that's the closest he's ever been to the sky. He's certainly never... He's not counting the dreams - the vivid and visceral dreams. Nope. Absolutely not thinking about any of that, thank you.

After their flight, which lasted all of five seconds (really, it was about ten minutes), Jack felt himself slipping into sleep. Oh, he could have stayed in the air for hours and hours and hours. But as the old crone so succintly said, his body was simply not ready for prolonged excitement and activity. Naturally, given their proximity on the saddle, Hiccup had noted his waning energy and despite Jack's vehement protests to keep going, they returned to the ground with haste. Upon landing, he was bundled back onto bed and shamefully, he could barely slur two words together much less argue against their coddling. He sleeps through the night and most of the morning.

Jack doesn't wake up until the sun is high in the sky. Once again, he only has the old crone for company. He had been sure that Hiccup would have other things to do the way any able bodied man would have many tasks and chores. Then, speak of the Devil, Hiccup returns after their midday meal (if anyone could call the crone's cooking as food).

"So you survived the night," Hiccup says after getting a good look at him.

Jack chuckles. "Believe me. I'm surprised too."

Hiccup allows a small grin to curve his mouth. "Right. Well. I asked around about the New World - you said Hawthorne?"

Jack blinks, nodding slightly. "Uh, yeah..."

"Great! So, no one knew anything about it."

"How is that great?"

"I was getting to that. We have a trader, Johann. He visits every couple of months. He might have a map or some kind of information about the New World."

"Oh... Does that mean... I can go home?"

"It's... It's not impossible."

Jack studies the blankets covering his legs. It's made from wool cloth, and he would know a thing or two about wool, given his family's humble flock. He wonders if the sheep misses him. He cared little for his shepherding duties, always finding ways to distract himself. And after all the... excitement, with him washing ashore to some unknown country... He's not eager to watch the sheep some more, but to lay his eyes on those familiar fields, walk down those old hillside trails, and rest upon that good green grass - that would be a fine thing. He would very much like that.

"Thank you, Hiccup," Jack murmurs, grateful despite the ache swelling in his chest. There's a weariness to his bones that feels both new and old at the same time, as if he's been traveling for hundreds of years, never staying anywhere for too long. The thought - the mere idea of returning home - some place known to him in every intimate way, it hurts as only hope can.

Hiccup must sense the raw sentiment in his voice for he coughs awkwardly. Jack hastily rubs a hand across his face, wary of any tears slipping free.

"Yeah. So. That's the good news."

Jack gives him a curious look. "There's more?"

"Unfortunately. My friends wanna... um... Well, you're kinda... Everyone's curious about you. And my friends know that I've been dropping by to visit. So..."

Jack snorts. "How is that bad?"

Hiccup sighs, long and loud. "When you meet them, you'll understand."

"Then what are we waiting for? I can meet them right now." Jack throws off the blankets, shuffling off the bed. He tosses a glance at the old crone, smirking playfully. "No offense, as lovely as your hospitality has been, I would hate for you to tire of me."

The old crone rolls her eyes before scribbling on the dirt.

"Take care. I will not save you from Helheim twice," Hiccup helpfully translates.

Jack laughs and touches a hand to his brow as if he was tipping a cap. The old crone waves her walking stick as if to banish him from her home but he spied the grin that tugged at her mouth.

Hiccup says his farewells before heading out the door. He thoughtfully holds it open for Jack, but when Jack tries to follow Hiccup, his feet forgot how to walk. Or that's the excuse he sells when he took two steps and promptly fell over. Of course, Hiccup didn't buy that sheep-dung for a second. After pulling a promise from Jack to sit tight for a few minutes, Hiccup fixes the problem.

"It's not great, but it should do the job. Unless you wanna wait another hour, then I can get something less likely to give you a splinter." Hiccup chuckles, holding out a clumsily carved staff.

Jack can't explain the way his heart skips - fluttering like a bird caged in his ribs. He maybe stops breathing - he definitely stops moving. He's vaguely aware of Hiccup saying stuff, but he can't pull his attention away from the staff. Hiccup could have been the Devil himself and Jack wouldn't notice. But then, Hiccup starts to shift back, pulling the staff away from him.

He doesn't think. His body - his tired and beaten body somehow manages to lunge, throwing himself towards Hiccup. To anyone else, this must seem like an attack of some sort. He doesn't care. He needs that staff. He needs it right this very second.

Luckily for everyone involved, Hiccup appears too surprised by Jack's abrupt actions. He doesn't react and Jack easily grabs hold of the staff. As soon as his palm made contact with the wood, everything within him settles down, tension evaporating from his muscles.

What in the world just happened? Jack sure doesn't know. He can only mirror the confused, startled expression on Hiccup's face.

[your-divine-ribs]

Pure Part 5: Dream

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I'm falling... or floating... or something in between. Caught up in soft satin sheets that wrap themselves silkily around my limbs.

"You are the most beautiful and precious thing I have ever seen."

I turn my head to the source of the voice and I smile. He's beautiful. His eyes are so blue, not blue like the sky but blue like the ocean, the clearest aquamarine sun-dappled sea. It's soft and warm here under the sheets, naked limbs tangling and entwining. Soft lips whispering sweet praises, kissing, dragging over my skin, making me shiver. Strong, firm hands trace my waist, my stomach, my hips, my thighs. Pulling me closer, needy, bruising touches. Bodies sliding softly against each other. The kiss of skin on skin, featherlight, soothing caresses. I'm drowning in a sea of sensations and it's so blissful that I feel myself letting go... surrendering to Him...

My eyes flick open as I blink against the harshness of the early morning light and I sit bolt upright immediately. I clutch the duvet closely and protectively to my chest as my eyes dart wildly around. I'm in my bedroom at home, familiarity flooding all of my senses but that doesn't make me feel at ease. My mind is reeling, half of it caught up in the vividness of my sensual dream, the other half still dwelling in St Mary's church, vulnerable and frightened, pressed up against the altar by a demonic entity masquerading as a man.

I don't understand. The last thing I remember is Van's warm body pushed up flush against mine, his breath hot on my neck, his whispered words hypnotic and mesmerising in my ear. It was real... so fucking real, the memories sharp and vibrant. I can recall it all in high clarity vivid technicolour like I'm watching a HD movie in my head but how can it be? How can I remember it so vividly yet I don't remember getting home and getting into my own bed? I close my eyes and I can actually hear the deep timbre of his voice licking into my ears, I can feel the heat of his breath fanning over my skin and the cool softness of his touch on my cheek. Tiny hairs at the nape of my neck stiffen and goosebumps break out all over my body in response to the memory and I shiver.

If it did happen... how the fuck did I get back home? Did I manage to run away and I was so frightened and overwhelmed that my brain just blocked it all out? Or did Van make sure I got home safe? Maybe he walked me back...

What the hell Eve? He said he was a fucking demon... he's not going to be politely walking you back home and kissing you on the doorstep like a bloody first date is he? He's more likely to be ravishing you on the altar and then casting your soul into the fires of hell for all eternity!

I'd probably laugh at the absurdity of my thoughts if I wasn't so bewildered and confused.

Despite how real it all felt I'm starting to suspect that I may have dreamt some, if not all of it up. I mean it's just too crazy, too far-fetched, too fantastical to be real... isn't it? Even though I believe in God and heaven and hell and good and evil I don't believe that there are real life living and breathing demons walking the earth right now looking for souls... and silly bedroom entity-evoking rituals involving blood and candles and chants definitely don't work! It's probably all a product of my over-active imagination. When I was a little girl I used to dream up all sorts of weird and wonderful scenarios in my head as an escape from the mundane boredom of real life. Mythical creatures and faraway fantasy lands, hidden treasure and beautiful princes and princesses and brave heroic warriors. I could easily get lost in my own head and the intricacies of the convoluted stories I would concoct, I always had my head in the clouds. Just because I was an adult now it didn't mean that I'd forgotten how to dream.

I shift in bed, pulling my knees up and hugging them to my chest, letting my mind wander back to the beginning of the evening and slowly walking through the whole series of events, looking for some sort of anomaly where real life halted and my dream may have taken over. Freya and I getting ready and doing that silly finger-pricking thing with the candle... that was real enough. I glance over to my dressing table to see the candle exactly where we'd left it, Freya's lighter propped up on the little dish that it sits on. I pull down the duvet around my waist to reveal that I'm still wearing my baby pink sundress. So we definitely went out... not that I doubt that we did, it's the events that happened in and after the bar that I can't fully trust occurred. I'm starting to fret that maybe I got so drunk that I blacked out in the bar and Freya had to bundle me into a taxi and then tuck me into bed. And if my parents saw me in that state...

I groan out loud, drawing the bed-sheets aside to slide out of bed in search of my handbag and my phone to call Freya. That's when I notice the smoothness of my legs. There's no cuts or grazes and no dried blood, not even a tiny bruise to show the injuries I sustained when I fell outside the bar. I raise up my palms and they're the same as before, unblemished flesh with no broken skin. I extend my left leg completely out of bed and cautiously rotate my foot and there's no pain at all, not even a twinge even though I can distinctly remember the sharp pains that shot up my leg last night after I'd twisted my ankle on the loose paving stone. I'd barely been able to walk. I'm more confused than ever now. It's starting to look more and more like I never actually left the bar on my own. If that's the case then maybe I never even met Van, maybe I dreamed him up too. I should be feeling relieved but I can't help the little niggle of disappointment that lingers unwelcomely.

Oh shit...

From out of nowhere a frightening memory impinges on my thoughts and this one is too real to be disregarded as fantasy. I recall the disgusting creep who was trying to force me to drink the bitter-smelling drink that he'd bought me. How insistent and intimidating he'd been. What if I'd gone ahead and drank it after all and not remembered? I distinctly remember the feel of the cool glass touching my lips. What if that's what made me black-out? All the crazy shit that happened last night seemed to start from that point so it's definitely feasible. Cold dread coils in the pit of my belly as I try to dredge my thoughts but all I can remember is Van coming to my rescue.

A dark shadow flickering past my bedroom window catches my attention and I whip my head around to catch sight of a flurry of black feathers. Distracted, I jump up out of bed and make my way quickly over to the window. My curtains are only partially drawn so I can clearly see the window ledge beyond. I love birds and I've set up a little makeshift bird-table to try and tempt them to the ledge. It's certainly working today. Sitting there basking in the rays of the early morning sun is a rather majestical looking raven. He's gorgeous, his glossy plumage iridescent in the sunlight as he stretches out his wings and cocks his head, fixing me with a beady-eyed stare like he's not at all perturbed at being in such close quarters with a human. I'm just about to open up my window when there's a sharp rap on my bedroom door and without warning it pushes open and my mum bustles into the room holding the cordless handset of our landline.

"Morning Eve, Freya's on the phone for you," she announces and I'm just about to admonish her for walking in without waiting for a reply when I see her gaze falling behind me to the window and she's darting forward to tap harshly on my window pane, shooing the poor raven away.

"Mum... what are you doing? I like the birds visiting!" I snatch the phone out of her hand, annoyed.

Her face darkens in distaste. "Don't you know it's bad luck to cross paths with a raven? They're harbingers of death! You shouldn't be encouraging them."

"That's just a silly superstition!" I grumble, and she just shakes her head, turning to leave. My attention's now taken with speaking to my friend anyway, eager to try and piece together exactly what happened last night.

"Eve! Oh my god are you okay? What happened to you last night? Did you just take off and leave? I couldn't find you anywhere!"

Freya's voice comes shrill and frantic-sounding down the phone as soon as I utter a 'hello' and my sense of unease increases as it becomes plainly obvious that I didn't come home with her last night.

"I'm okay... really... I'm fine," I say as she witters on in the background, and I only get her to stop by repeating myself loud and clear. "I said I'm fine Freya!"

"But where the hell did you go? One minute you were chatting to some guy and the next you were gone! Completely disappeared! I tried calling you and it kept going to answerphone. That's when I noticed you'd left your bag and your jacket behind... I've got them by the way," she adds quickly, hardly pausing for a breath.

"I had to leave, some creepy guy was hitting on me and then another guy came over and he was just acting crazy weird..."

"But why didn't you come over to me?" She cuts me off, her voice high-pitched and upset. "What did you do? Just walk out? For God's sake Eve, you shouldn't be walking around the city at night on your own, especially not round there! It just proves how dangerous it is with what happened last night!"

I'm feeling stressed enough at the fact that my movements last night are still a mystery but her last line grabs my attention. "Why? What happened last night?" Freya goes quiet, a little gasp emanating down the line like she's struggling to suppress a sob. "What's up? Are you okay? You're not crying are you?"

There's a muffled sniffle before she speaks. "It was horrible. I know I shouldn't have been snooping but when I overhead mum and dad talking this morning I couldn't resist sneaking into dad's study... and I wasn't expecting it to be that bad."

"What are you taking about? What was horrible?" My insides are jangling with unease now. Freya's not easy to shock or upset. She goes through life with such a carefree and cavalier attitude that I know whatever's happened has got to be bad. Her dad's a detective inspector in the police force and she's been reprimanded many a time for rifling through files in his private study.

"Well, go on then... tell me," I urge when she's not forthcoming, instantly regretting it when she drops the bombshell that makes me feel like someone has just tipped a bucket of ice over me.

"It happened at the bar last night, the bar where we were. There was a murder. Fuck... I saw the crime scene photo, it was just lying there on dad's desk. The guy was mutilated, his eyes were gone, they'd been gouged out. His tongue'd been cut out too... and the state of his neck... oh my god it was horrific... the worst thing I've ever seen..."

Her words trail off into groans of disgust but I've stopped listening anyway. I'm in freefall, back pressed against my bedroom wall as I slowly slide down to the floor, one hand clapped firmly over my mouth to stem the muffled cries that are desperate to break free. I know instinctively without even asking for further information that I'm somehow indirectly involved with this grisly murder but I ask anyway, my intrigue overriding my better judgement.

"So... who was he?" I ask fearfully, pressing the phone harder against my ear. "The guy? The one who got killed?"

"I recognised him straight away!" She blurts. "He was there last night, standing by the bar right next to us. He was really tall... bloody massive... and nasty looking too. I can just remember him as he couldn't take his eyes off you, he was looking at you like he was some kind of pervert... and he was!"

She practically cries out the last line and before I can react to what she's saying she's continuing, every revelation making the dread that's churning inside my gut sink deeper and deeper.

"There was a file on him right there, he was already known to the police. Some girl was attacked at the bar just last week and he'd been called in for questioning. It was horrible, they found her out the back, half naked and barely conscious. She'd been drugged or something and she was so far gone she couldn't remember anything. He really messed her up."

"Shit... that's terrible," I mutter, shuddering as I try to comprehend that I could easily have been the subject of a police report this morning.

"Yeah, and it wasn't the first accusation either. There were more going back months but they just couldn't get anything to stick. The victims were always too out of it to identify him but he was always there at the scene. It must've been him, the sick bastard, I just know it. He was a fucking predator."

There's silence for a moment as Freya quietly fumes and I reach up to grasp my crucifix pendant. I'm chanting a silent prayer to God for sparing me even though an intrusive voice in my head is telling me that there's someone else I should be thanking. I can't allow myself to think like that though... to be grateful for his intervention. The fact remains that a man is still dead, brutally murdered in a despicable way and there's a very likely suspect. It doesn't matter what that awful man did, no one deserves such a hideous and painful death.

"I just can't stop thinking about how he could have attacked you," Freya sobs. "As soon as I found out what happened this morning I was so worried, I just automatically thought the worst. Thank god you're okay." She pauses, cautious-sounding. "You are okay aren't you? You've still not told me how you got home..."

I have no fucking idea...

I consider telling Freya. The words are there on the tip of my tongue but I just can't seem to get them out. And what would I say anyway?

Oh, well I was nearly the dead guy's next victim, but I got rescued... and my knight in shining armour actually turned out to be a demon! He followed me to the church and told me he'd come to take my soul!

Yeah, that would sound very plausible. I don't even believe it myself so why would anyone else?

"I just walked home, that's all. You looked so loved up I didn't want to disturb you and that place was freaking me out so much I just left. There's nothing more to tell. I know I shouldn't have done it but it doesn't matter now does it, ‘cause I'm fine."

Maybe if I keep saying 'I'm fine' enough times I might actually will it to be so.

Freya tuts loudly down the line. "Disturb me? That's ridiculous! Eve, you gotta promise me you'll never do anything like that again. We gotta look out for each other, okay? Sisters remember?"

Despite everything a small smile finds it's way to my lips. "Yeah, sisters," I murmur.

"Good." She sounds satisfied. "But I'm still coming to see you. You're working today aren't you?"

"Uh-huh, I'll be there. I'm working all day, gotta be there to open the store up at 9 as Jake's away today. I'll be on my own so the company'll be good."

I've been contemplating calling in sick but I hate letting my boss down and I figure the distraction will do me good anyway. My mind's still in turmoil and I know I'll only drive myself mad if I'm sitting around at home trying to make sense of the past twelve crazy hours. I'm just about to say goodbye and hang up but Freya starts speaking again, her tone pleading.

"Just don't tell your mum and dad anything... please. My dad would go ballistic if he knew we were at The Inferno. I thought I was fucked when they nearly caught me sneaking back in at 6am..."

So she did go home with Benji then.

"And it's not only that," she continues. "We'd be witnesses! They'll be wanting to speak to everyone who was at the bar last night. I can't face all that."

"But if it's a criminal investigation..." I start but she cuts me off sharply.

"The guy's dead Eve! It's over, he can't hurt any more girls. What's the use in us getting caught up in all that shit and getting into trouble? I don't actually care who did it anyway, I think whoever it was did the world a favour ridding it of that piece of shit!"

"Freya!" I cry. I know she's only saying what most people who hear about the case will think, but I can't be so blasé about the end to a human life, no matter how bad the sin. And it's not just the fact that he was murdered, it's the way that he was killed. Whoever did it wanted to make sure he suffered in agony until his last breath.

What sort of person would do something like that?

The fact that I already know chills me through and I know this is far from over.

[tutantmeenageneetleteetle]

Sick turtles

So I'm seriously bored so I'm also doing headcanons on the TMNT 2012 boys being sick themselves because why not

Leo

Leo is the person to absolutely insist he's not *that* sick and goes on with his day as he normally would

Please stop him from doing everything himself though because the poor boy will completely exhaust himself and become even more sick

One time he pushed himself so hard that he fainted

Is still being made fun of by Raphael for this

He doesn't like it when he feels like other people need to take care of him, because it makes him feel like a burden

Kind of likes it though as soon as you convince him you're totally okay doing that for him

Will bingewatch space heroes for the 1000th time

Randomly falls asleep in the lair, which is very unlike him

Is sick more then his brothers, eventhough he's living healthier than them

Will cuddle you in his sleep (and be embarrassed by this when he wakes up)

Also talks in his sleep

Has really weird and vivid fever dreams

Wraps himself in 3 or more blankets

When he's sick is one of the few times he actually eats unhealthy

I mean let's be honest, healthy food tastes nasty when you're sick

Actually most things taste nasty when you're sick but okay

He mostly craves sweets, like those little peach candies

He can and will go through an entire bag by himself

Leo also really appreciates it when you talk to him while keeping him company

It makes him feel more involved in what's happening when he can't really do anything

Is most interested in the tea you have to spill

Doesn't like to gossip but loves to hear it

Gets sick after he's been stressed for a a while and didn't connect the dots for a long time

Once he figured it out he tries to be more carefull to not push himself too hard

Raph

Will deny he's sick, just like Leonardo

Raph will just sleep all day

Only wakes up to eat and then goes back to bed

If he's awake though, he'll watch movies like Fast and Furious, Venom, etc.

Will be surprisingly mellow when sick

Mikey would definitely take advantage of that

Hates being sick the most because it makes him feel weak and useless

"What if the foot clan attacked, I can't exactly fight and I don't think they'll back off when I cough at them"

Recovers the quickest

He's known to get really high temperatures when he's sick, which used to worry Splinter a lot

At some point everyone just accepted that it's something that happens to him

He won't ask but he would definitely let you take care of him

Would still complain about everything you do though

Would secretly really like being taken care of

Usually gets sick when winter starts

Wears giant sweaters and sweatpants to keep warm

Also wears them at night because when he's sick he moves a lot in his sleep and tosses his blankets off

You can't sleep next to him when he's sick because he might accidentally toss you out of bed too

Wakes up at the weirdest times at night because he sleeps so much during the day

Donnie

Will actually be reasonable and take some time off when he's sick

And by time off he means no physical work in the lab

He will definitely not put his computer down though

Tries to code when he's sick but it always ends up very messy because he can't think straight

Will only notice the wacky code when he's not sick anymore though

Likes the taste of paracetamol

His balance is the worst

He will almost fall over and walk into everything

So because of that he mostly sits in his room

Will barely eat most of the time because he's nauseous a lot

Most likely to throw up out of the bunch

Drinks water like a good boy, so atleast he's hydrated

He'd really appreciate if you made small meals for him though, since both making food while he's sick and eating it while he's nauseous is a lot for him

If he has a stuffed nose he'll have to breath through his mouth, which he hates, since it makes him whistle because of his toothgap

Prefers to be alone when that happens

But overall he loves it when you keep him company when he's sick

You don't necessarily have to do anything, just be there

He just likes being in the same room as you

Mikey

Will eat anything and everything in the house except the vegetables

Hasn't experienced nausea when sick since he was 6

Will definitely force you to take care of him

Not that you mind ofcourse

He has bad headaches when he's sick and will go though an entire pack of paracetamol by himself

Is sick at the most inconvenient moments for some reason

His brothers and him also joke about this

"Don't get sick at Christmas this year huh Mikey"

Is loud about being sick

Also snores really loud when sick and wakes himself up

He's kind of a baby about it sometimes but you still can't help but feel bad for him

Walks around the lair a lot when sick

Gets really frustrated when he's too sick to get up because he gets so bored and his ADHD can't take only being on his phone for several days straight

Sees being sick as the perfect opportunity to beat the highscore in his video games though

Turns kind of pale when he's sick

He'll do impulsive stuff and instantly regret it because his whole body hurts

Desperately wants you to read a comic to him and describe the pictures to him

You don't really see how this is better then reading it himself but you don't mind

[nekocchin]

Still into you – Lysander X Reader

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— Songfic: Still into you – Paramore

You had achieved your childhood goal by making a living from music. It wasn't glamorous or extravagant at all, your songs didn't always play on the radio or compete with other songs to be the most played of the week, but just being able to pay all your bills and treat yourself sometimes was more than enough for you. leave immensely satisfied. You were fulfilled and happy, or was that what you desperately wanted to try to convince yourself of every day. After you suddenly broke up with the love of your life and were forced to move to another city because of your father's work, you never felt complete again. As much as you achieved many of your goals, you could never celebrate any of these achievements with him, you never heard that sweet voice singing the songs you wrote thinking about the two of you, and you can never fulfill your dream of starting a band with him. You missed Lysander. And he never managed to get over the fact that he couldn't even say goodbye to him when he moved to another city. And that when he finally returned, he found that the boy had returned to the farm after his parents died. You blamed yourself even more after hearing those words leave Rosalya's lips, you wish you could have been with Lysander in that moment and comforted him, as he always did when you were going through difficult and seemingly unending times.

– I can't count the years on one hand. That we are together. I need the other one to hold you. Make you feel, make you feel better. – You started another one of the countless songs you had written for the two of you. The bar that night was full of people, all eyes on you, stunned by your physical and vocal beauty. Your melancholy air as you sing the verses were enchanting in the eyes of the audience, your way of guiding the song by feeling all the lyrics and their meaning was too beautiful for anyone to even dare take their eyes off you. - It is not easy to love each other. But when our fingers intertwine. Can't deny it, can't deny it, you're worth it. Because after all this time… – You sang every word remembering those heterochromatic eyes reflecting you, his gentleness in your first kiss was still a vivid memory in your mind – I still have a crush on you – You sang, loud enough to the microphone was not even needed at that time. And, it was at that moment that you saw an albino guy enter the place. His eyes couldn't believe it. Could it really be him? Had his pleas really had any effect on fate snaring your future again? Then, without thinking twice, you left the stage and started running towards the corner where the albino had headed and, in some corner, you saw him. It wasn't a lie. He really was there, with a small smile on his face and a notepad in one hand.

“L-Lys…” His voice came out in a whisper. It was so weird to see the love of her life again. Years had passed since she'd last seen him, and even after years apart, her heart was beating frantically in her chest like she was that reckless, bumbling teenager from Sweet Amoris.

– [Nickname] – Lysander's gaze at you was like an arrow to your heart. He kept that serene and caring look, that look… in love.

– Lysander! - Without thinking twice your legs instantly moved towards the boy, enveloping him in a warm hug and enjoying that smell so characteristic of the albino - I-I missed you... - You started to mumble, feeling the tears fill your eyes - I'm sorry… I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry… - His voice was broken and full of pauses due to the intensity of the crying and the sobbing that started in an insistent way.

– I missed you too [Nickname] – The boy smiled, taking a hand to his hair and stroking it as he returned the hug and hid his face in his chest – We'll have plenty of time to talk – You heard the boy say, while he stayed trying to control her tears and sobs. – Because I, too, after all this time… I'm still into you.

[another-fanfic-haven]

Vivid nightmare

(words: 1247 important note at the end!)

Spring night, almost 10 pm. You're sitting in the backyard on a swing, cup of hot coffee keeping you up and warm... Everybody seemed to forget about your birthday. Bothering is not worth it, you don't want to come out as being pushy.

Someone's pulling over. Maybe it's your neighbor, getting back from work. You close your eyes, lightly pushing yourself on the swing...

You hear someone's footsteps on the driveway, heading to the gate. You noticed two shadowy figures. Well known to you. It's Tabi and Agoti! You knew they tend to call at odd hours, but they never visited you this late at night. Both of them run towards you and you got down just in time to be squished by them. You tried to give them a hug back, well, at least you tried to move your sandwiched arms. - Happy birthday tiny dude! - Agoti pulled you to himself and put his head on top of yours. Usually, you'll try to wiggle your way out, arguing that you aren't this small, he's just a giant, but-- It felt so good this time. - We got you something. - Tabi handed you a pretty big and heavy box. You tried to give it a wiggle, but it's too bulky for you. - What's that? - you eyed the box from every perspective you could achieve. Agoti let you out, so you can check the gift.

You were expecting it to be a glitter-bomb, exploding right in your face, but...

- OH MY-- IT'S-- IS THAT A-- - Yep. - They both answered, taking a sit around the box with huge smiles. For almost two years you were eyeing one, specific jacket. Expensive as hell, a real leather biker jacket with pads on shoulders, elbows, and back, with huge, glow-in-the-dark angel wings. They got you in a gorgeous color combo - black and neon red with white wings. You quickly put the gift on... It's a perfect size. You're stroking your "new" arms, not getting enough of this quality. - It's-- It's perfect. Thank you. - you whispered sobbing the tears of happiness.

You spent the most awesome night, sitting outside until 2 in the morning, laughing, crying.

"What's that? Why's this beeping?"

It's the last day of detention, a day of releasing the album your trio worked on this entire month. Tabi was right last time, this Toyota tried to kill you. It broke down in the middle of a highway. You had just enough time to drive to the emergency lane, brushing against the barrier. You're lucky, though. Just a few scratches and bruises on your neck from the seatbelt.

- Hey guys. - you waved and dropped onto a chair. - Hey he-- -WHAT IS THAT! - Tabi pointed at your neck. - I-- might have had a minor accident. - you brushed your bruises. - A. MINOR. W H A T!? - he screamed at you. - Ey, ey, ey! - Agoti pulled him back. - They're alive, aren't they? Calm down.

- What's going on here! - Solazar stormed into the break room. - Nothin'. Tabi's just gettin' overprotective again. - sighed Agoti. - Why this time? - Solazar, resigned, took a look at the trio, crossing his arms. - Well, "Y/N" had an accident after I told them to get rid of their deathtrap of a car. - Tabi's attitude became protective and anxious at the same time. - I'm fine! Those bruises are just from a belt and the car has just a small dent! - you got up, glancing at your friend. Tabi sighed and looked away biting his cheek. - When you are ready go to the rec room. We have a small party there. - announced Sol, leaving your trio.

"Okay, time to wake up. Wait. Why I can't open my eyes. What's that in my throat? Shit... Stop beeping! It's getting annoying. I have to- damn. My arms are so heavy..."

That's it. You finally moved out of your abusive love home. Finally, on your own rules. You were able to accumulate a small fortune, enough to rent a house and live for few months. You unpacked your possessions and took a tour of your new apartment. It's tiny, but that's enough for you. You relaxed on the couch in the living room. It's all used, but you don't mind that. It was cheap, the landlord seems friendly... you finally can live in peace. You checked the phone. No new messages. Agoti's offline for almost a year now... But Tabi is still on. You texted him and sat back. Soon after you got a phone call... From Tabi. Odd, he hasn't contacted you this way since Agoti's disappearance.

- Tabi? - your voice echoed. No response... What if something happened?! - Tabi! Are you there!? - you screamed into the microphone, ready to get up and go wherever he is. - Yeah... Hey. - you hear him struggling. It's definitely his voice, but-- different. Lower, raspy, throaty. - Dear goodness! Are you okay? - you asked, moving to the edge of that sofa. - Yes, don't worry. - he assured you. - I saw your text. Congratulations. - he added. His tone is changed. Cold. Something really bad happened to him. - Thanks! Want to come over? - you heard a heavy sigh and a long pause. - Tabi? You still there? - I'll come. Later. - he said quickly and hung up. That was... weird. He never acted like that. Maybe he's in a rush, you thought.

It's 9 at night. Someone's banging at your door. Tabi said he will come... maybe it's him?

- Comin! - you rushed to open the door. The figure on the other side... It was Tabi's but... You gasped and froze in place, looking at his head. Tabi sighed, hanging his head.

- Oh my go-- what happened? - you invited him inside.

Wait, what's happening. Why's everything so blurry? No! Tabi! Don't go...

You woke up on the hospital bed, you can't move your limbs at all. Your head feels so stiff. Something is beeping in the background, getting quieter, then louder back and forth. You hear voices, but you are sure you know the words, but can't understand them. It's so disturbing. The world is both slowed and moving so quickly.

Why is someone at your bed? Holding a pillow... You panicked, wanting to scream for help!... but your voice is stuck in the throat.

- Hey! Hey! - you hear someone calling you, shaking you by the shoulder.

You woke up, drenched in sweat, your mouth feeling like a Sahara desert, your heart pounding like you just run a marathon. It was just a nightmare. Vivid nightmare. You're nervously staring at the environment. It's your dark salon, you are in your house. All safe, with your friend by your side. - Oh my god... what a dream. - you rubbed your eyes with the palms. - I heard you screaming. Thought someone broke in. - he said patting your back. - Are you okay? - Ye-- No. I don't know. - you fell on the back piece, still shaken by your nightmare, digesting what just happened. Tabi gave you a glass of water, the bliss of this cold drink in your dry mouth... it was refreshing. He stayed with you until you calmed down and fell back to sleep. This time with no dreams...

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A/N: Hello! It's my 100th post, so i really wanted to celebrate that with some... quite lengthy piece! :D

I hope you will like it AND! My askbox is always open. Feel free to comment, send me a message, ask and feel free to reblog! :D

God, I'm terrible at announcements, I really, really hope you all are enjoying my writings so far! Sendin' love down the way!

[a-trainers-tale]

Hello there! I'd like to request a paid pokemon team description if you please! I had previously sent in the ask for the free one but changed my mind and decided to pay for one instead. Hopefully that's alright. Lol. So where to start. I'm a 21 year old female Leo. Personality wise, I would basically boil it down to, I’m an amiable introvert. I’ve always been really shy and quiet around strangers, maybe even a bit cautious of friendships as I’ve had too many experiences in the past of (1/?)

toxic friends. However, once I perceive a person to be real and genuine, I can open up to them easily, becoming who I truly am around them: fun-loving, excitable and talkative. I have MBTI personality type INFP also known as The Mediator, which makes sense as I'm definitely the peacekeeping type. In my small group of friends, I'm basically the one who keeps them from getting into fights with each other or other people. I'm also the one who diffuses situations. I myself dislike conflict and (2/?) will do everything in my power to actively ignore it, which may be one of my downfalls. For more positive traits, I have a high level of patience, meaning that I won’t give up on people easily even if everyone else has. I’m also very nurturing towards the people I love. I love raising people up and giving them all the support and affection I can. I’m definitely a hugger. However, more negative traits include my stubbornness and pride. These two go hand in hand really. I pride myself in my (3/?) ability to lead and keep a cool and level head when stuff hits the fan but sometimes even a situation can be too much for me and I’ll quickly begin to crumble. However, in an effort to still appear as the cool, kind leader everyone looks up to, I’ll straight up lie about how I really feel and oftentimes will refuse help. This isn’t just with feelings either. It’s with anything from homework to projects, etc. It’s probably worth mentioning that I can also be incredibly lazy sometimes. My (4/?) bursts of hardworking spirit can often be met with equally long periods of me just going, “Meh…” My hobbies and interests include my top three: Drawing, writing and playing video games. I draw mostly cartoon looking things with maybe a dash of anime sprinkled in there. There’s definitely a lot of video game fan art in there too. When it comes to my writing, I generally like to write a lot of fanfiction (the non-cringy sort. lol.) about different video games and of course, I write my own (5/?) do, so much so that sometimes the story never even gets written. My favorite kinds of video games range from adorable friendly things to horrifying video games. Things like RPGs, strategy, action, horror, etc. I don’t have any consoles so I mostly play PC and mobile games. My top three favorite franchises are Pokemon, Animal Crossing and Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney. I also enjoy Minecraft, Destiny 2 and Tomb Raider. I’ve also been playing Pokemon since Generation 2 with my first game (6/?) Pokemon Silver. Other things I love include baking, reading (especially history), movies (love studio ghibli, anime, horror, action, thriller, comedy, etc.), TV shows about true crime, history and the paranormal. Speaking of, I'm a huge fan of the paranormal and come from a family of people spiritually sensitive to those sorts of things. I also love animes like Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Hetalia and My Hero Academia. My favorite music includes hardstyle, edm, pop, 80’s/90’s hits, etc. (7/?) My favorite artists consist of Gorillaz, Melanie Martinez, Fleetwood Mac, Journey, etc. I also love going on hikes, swimming and just getting to experience nature. I will admit, I’m a kid who loves to snooze. Sometimes when there’s nothing else left to do, nothing’s better than curling up in bed with the blinds closed and room freezing cold with a warm blanket. I think the reason why is because I’m a vivid dreamer. Most of my inspiration comes from the things I dream up of and my dreams (8/?) always provide me with what may not be obtainable in real life. I’m currently going to school to become a preschool, elementary school or daycare teacher. I’m glad knowing that someday, I could make a difference in a child’s life with my kindness. I love Pokemon because it's given me a sense of joy all these years later after initially discovering it as a child. It's the one thing that had always stuck. This had been a lot of asks but I hope it's enough. Thank you for your time. (9/9)

Trainer class: Nurse

You have a naturally nurturing and caring heart and mind. You like to be able to help people and take care of people, this comes from both a genuine desire to help and also a likely subconscious desire to hold that kind of power in any relationships you have. You have a lot of patience and are willing to wait for things. Nurses do not initiate battle, they will wait for people to come to them directly, and after the battle will heal their opponent's pokemon. This is similar to how you approach your relationships with people, you wait for them to come to you and then dedicate yourself to listening, helping, and diffusing problems. Some people might not really understand you and think that your way of life seems boring or irritating but the way that you view it, helping others is also helping yourself. By not going out of your way to be a rockstar pokemon trainer, you are able to better focus on what you care about, namely helping those who need help and bonding with your pokemon who are safe in your care. Your determination comes and goes, some days you are content to relax with those closest to your and your pokemon, but other days you are out trying to find new methods of helping trainers and pokemon alike. You are creative in how you help pokemon and you pride yourself on your work when you are feeling passionate

Starter: Chikorita

Your starter pokemon is Chikorita. Like you, Chikorita really loves laid back activities and taking naps. Chikorita is often found sunbathing and relaxing in comfortable spots outdoors. Chikorita spends a lot of time looking for the perfect nap conditions and once it finds them it is hardpressed to leave before having its fill of a wonderful afternoon nap. You and Chikorita spend a lot of time relaxing and napping together, and you bond over enjoying simpler activities. Chikorita's lower energy makes it a good fit for you, and it doesn't often pick fights so it will never be a cause for concern for you. 

Partner: Steelix

Steelix is also a very patient pokemon, living for over 100 years sometimes, these pokemon will slowly become harder than diamonds. Steelix is also a very stubborn and very individualistic pokemon, which makes it somewhat of a challenge for you to get it to work with your other pokemon sometimes. You relate to your Steelix's desire to hole itself up in a cave somewhere and ignore any responsibility it may have, but you also relate to how it very often pulls itself out and helps out the rest of your team with you. Steelix is also fiercely protective, you so never have to worry about your other pokemon getting into trouble with Steelix around.

Team: Meganium (starter), Bastiodon, Darmanitan (zen), Dragonair, Hatterene

Hometown: Icirrus City, Unova

Your hometown is Icirrus City in the Unova region. This town is very humid and covered in wetlands, so most of the buildings are on higher ground and there are a lot of inclines. This town is also nearby Dragonspiral Tower, which is the oldest building in Unova and is said to be the home of legendary pokemon Zekrom and Reshiram. Because of your early life consisting of brave trainers venturing here to seek these legendary pokemon, and people fighting over the right to study and unearth these pokemon, you came to realize that you prefer to stay out of the mess most of the time and sometimes help people stuck within it. Your dedication to yourself and your pokemon is very rooted in your decision when you were younger to live a simpler life than a lot of the people who came through your hometown. You also gained some creativity due to growing up in an area that required creative architecture. Your experiences with rather difficult terrain and an interesting social climate made you the kind of person you are, namely that you keep your head when things get weird and you are willing to wait and be patient when others are more inclined to rush in head first.

Battle style: Slow and steady wins the race

You are a very patient and slow battler. You take your time and are very cautious. You tend to come overprepared, with lots of healing items and stat boosting items. Your pokemon are not necessarily hard hitters, but you prioritize their ability to be reliable and predictable for you to use. You prefer pokemon who will consistently do a set amount of damage, for instance, over a pokemon who might or might not do a ton of damage in one hit. You prefer pokemon that work well in groups, you like a team that can work together and help each other over individualistic and self reliant pokemon. You help your pokemon learn to work together and learn to love being a team instead of competing with one another. You enjoy being able to take your time in battles and observe your own pokemon and your opponents for areas they could be more creative or more consistent. Your pokemon all trust you deeply and know that if they take any damage or have any conflict they can't solve themselves, you will be there to help them out of their bind and comfort them after the fact. 

[failing-to-write-again]

Germany x Ireland!Reader: Snow Storms and Confessions

Ok so the plan was to post another scenario and write two more yesterday. But Tumblr did an oopsie and deleted everything.

Every cloud has a silver lining however, my friend sent me this gem of a find and all I could think about afterwards was this story. I was going to write them as scenarios but I found it difficult to imagine situations for the other characters.

So here's a different story. A one shot...goody.

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*Ireland's POV*

I sat there cold and alone in the Russian airport terminal. My flight cancelled due to the violent snow storm outside and no hotel room to go to. All the other countries had already left, the usual flights to Ireland weren't available. Just one at 10pm when a blizzard was due. Russia didn't exactly give a direct response when I brought it up...

*flash back*

"Little Ireland! You are feisty small one, you're lack of fear is amusing."

"I'm not being feisty I just want to know why there's none of the usual planes to my country. I don't want to end up caught in the blizzard"

"Она умнее, чем ��ыглядит...I don't involve myself petty plane issues. Perhaps this is fate, you believe in a lot of those magical fairy tales no?"

she's smarter then she looks

"Она также говорит по-русски. Что ты прячешь?"

she also speaks Russian. What are you hiding?

*flash forward to present*

Just before I could pry, Germany got the meeting started and I was left to get to my seat and ponder over Russia's behaviour. He's a strange study for sure.

Germany was as well. We became properly acquainted in the early 1900s only labelling ourselves as friends around the 70s when I joined the early version of the EU (then EEC). He definitely is a layered character, and even though he is sweet once I became closer with him, he seems to still be hiding aspects of his personality. But enough about that I'm cold and have to figure out where I'll sleep tonight.

"Ireland? Vhat are jou doing here?"

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive...

"Hey Germy, my flight got cancelled and it was the only one available, my hotel booking also ran out so I'm just sorta stuck here haha."

A rather enjoyable shade of red spread across his face at the mention of the nickname. I'd do anything to see those little cracks in his tightly woven character. Anything to see the little smiles or chuckles, the crush I'd developed over years of friendship pushing me to.

"V...Vell mein flight vas cancelled as vell...vould you like to share a hotel room vith me? I still have an extra day."

Panic.

"I wouldn't be against it, but you probably would like to not share a room so I understand if you don't want to and everything. Thanks for the offer though"

"Nein it's fine I don't mind ve're friends ja? It's ok!"

The air is so fucking uncomfortable. Big brother France is looking on in disappointed from Paris. I just know it. After a few more rounds of pitiful back and forth we agreed we both were ok with sharing a room and set off, chittering throughout the walk.

*[insert timeskip joke] Germany's POV*

Ireland was in the bathroom getting ready for bed as I sat mentally preparing to sleep beside her.

At some point my feelings of friendship began to be replaced with... love as Italy put it. I thought I was ill whenever my heart would flutter like a manly butterfly near her. After voicing my concerns to my brother and Italy, bruder proceeded to have a laughing fit. Italy took the time to gush about love long enough for me to come to the conclusion I was in it.

Ireland. She's not perfect by any means and we've had our fair share of arguments and disagreements. Though we always manage to work then out. Would it be the same if we were dating? I would be living in a dream if that was true...

The door opened and in she came. In the shorts she wore for sleep her false leg was on full display. I remember helping her make it, replacing the standard wooden one for a metal one with upgrades bring added whenever we visited eachother or were together in our free time from longer summits. The leg, essentially fully functional due to her use of spells and my use of metal. Light blue swirls, famous for their use in her history giving off a slight hum in the dark room, dancing up and down the metal limb. Gott she was an angel.

"That meeting left me a wreck." She stifled a yawn, lowering herself slowly to the bed beside me. The blue began to fade slowly as she stopped using magic, bleeding up her leg until disappearing once it reached the end of the metal at her upper thigh. "How does it vork?" I lowly hummed.

"The magic I use to move the leg? It's a weird mix of electricity and telekinesis. I use the electricity to stimulate the metal wires and pistons you put into it and use the telekinesis to make it move in a more natural way. I just wish it didn't glow, it makes it impossible to hide"

Hide? Why hide it? It's beautiful...is it inappropriate to say that out loud? I settle on a less invasive response.

"Why hide it? The blue looks like the tattoo you always joke about getting?"

She went quiet did I go to far? No she always said when I went too far same as I always did if our discussions on my...past got too vivid...She continued.

"When I lost my leg, I lost a part of myself. The image of the country who would fight anyone to be free, that had the confidence of countries ten times her size, it was gone. I kept up the act in letters and statements acting like the leg didn't phase me...Then I got to finally see my siblings again. None of them were allowed near me after one of my attempts for freeedom out of fear I'd help them escape or convince England to go rogue against his boss. They watched me struggle to do anything, they watched me have to ask for help to move, they watched me weak. It's been hard adjusting...then..."

She took a deep breath and looked up. Something she often did when trying not to cry. I gently lay a hand on her back and put on the calmest voice I could.

"Then vhat? Take jour time, I know it's difficult, but please tell me vhat happened?"

"I met someone. They helped me without even realising it. They slowly built up my confidence in myself, taught me how to laugh and smile like I used to. Obviously my family helped but the help from this person stuck with me more I suppose. He built me up, tried to help when he didn't have to."

He. My world slowly shattered and fell around me. So she has somebody else. Someone better. Someone who can show her all the love they probably expect being raised by someone like France and England.

"Oh...vill jou tell me more about him?"

She let a slow smile spread across her face.

"He's kind and sweet but covers it over with a stiff outer shell. He has many talents...so many talents. He's amazing really, but one thing in particular is what I think made me fall for him."

"Vhat vas it? That he did"

I was probing. I was pushing too far into her private life. If she never spoke about him in all our years of friendship, she had a reason not to. She's a damn ex-spy and rebel leader she knows how much to trust people. But...I didn't care. I wanted to know. Needed to. I had loved her for years only for her to slip away the moment I had started working to con-

"He built me a new leg. Then he called it pretty and sleek and said he liked the blue the magic made on it."

Oh...this was...not what I expected. I was the one who built the leg...she knows that...she...she...

"Ireland I..."

I slowly pulled her gently, she was straddling me so I could look into her eyes.

"Do jou really. But vhat I've done. How could jou?"

"Fall for a lovable human being? It's rather simple. I'm just hoping you'll give this amputee a chance."

She looked at me hopefully through her eye lashes. At that moment I realised why us Germans aren't seen as great romantics. We're better at doing, not speaking. So do I did.

I kissed her. Pouring every piece of emotion I felt for her, because of her into it. Desperately trying to show her how much I cared regardless of how bad I'd be at saying it. And it was bliss. My pulse was racing faster then any of my, no Germany's, F1 cars.

She was with me, not my country, not my people, ME. And I'm going to be selfish.

Her soft warm lips, pushing against my colder ones. Tasting like that brand of chocolate she loves mixed with the minty taste of toothpaste. Her arms, laying around me neck, playing with the hairs on the back of my head. My arms, pulling her closer filling every gap between us I could find. I was in heaven, kissing an angel, and I wasn't going to give it up for anything. The entire world could be damned so long as she was in my arms. Everything Italy, France, Spain, Bruder, and all the other countries preached about love suddenly clicked. I loved her. I never wanted to leave her side. I wanted to be her hero, her Ritter (knight), her lover.

And by the way she was kissing back she wanted to be mine.

*POV switch*

HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE'S KISSING ME!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I'M KISSING HIM!

AAAHHHHHHHH!!!

I barely thought of anything else, all I could focus on was getting drunk off his kisses. He was kissing me like the world was ending and I loved it.

At some point it went from me in his lap to beneath him on the bed, staring into icy blue eyes.

"vell..." He drawled "ve have a hotel room, a snow storm. no ozher countries on zhis floor, or anyvone for that matter until tomorrow. and a very horny country. vhat do jou suppose ve do Ms.Ireland?"

I spoke before my mind could think. "Well Mr.Germany. A second, equally as horny country is beneath you so the real question is...Was wirst du dagegen tun?

What are you going to do about it?

Snap.

"Ich heiße nicht deutschland Ich heiße ludvig" he growls out. Responds very well to German if the kisses are any proof.

My name isn't Germany. My name is Ludwig

I leant up to whisper in his ear..."Es ist gut zu wissen, was ich später schreien werde. Ich bin (Y/N)."

It's good to know what I'll be screaming later. I'm (Y/N).

I hear a growl before my hands are held above my head with kisses attacking my neck...If this was Russia's plan for only having only one flight home then he's getting cookies next meeting.

*both POV*

Thank God/Gott for snow storms.

[blueberryrock]

I'm so tired rn, it is currently 12:49 am so im going to bed after this. But enjoy!

(Blue's pov)

"Are you sure you can handle this?" I look down at the tiny pink gem in front of me.

"Of course, I've seen Pink do it a bunch of times" Spinel gives one of the biggest grins I've ever seen.

"A-and you know what to do? " I ask another question "oh and you know some of the rules....right?" I shift nervously on my sore feet.

"Rules?" Spinel shoots me a confused look "how can a ball have rules?"

"Well, there aren't many, just simple ones" I cross my arms "like for instance, we're not allowed to leave our seats, although White has definitely changed that one.....oh and cannons can't be in the ballroom, or the castle for that matter" I stroke my chin trying to think of any rules.

"Well, liquids are no longer forbidden, cause it turns out that Steven is about seventy percent water...."  I trail off.

"Speaking of steven, is he coming?" Spinel bounces happily in place.

"I think so, he said that he would come with gifts, although I don't exactly know what gifts he could make..since we are quite bigger then him" I shrug.

"Quite?" Spinel crosses her arms.

I chuckle and roll my eyes "you should probably go and get the ball ready, and is there a dress code" I cursorily ask.

"Dress code?" Spinel scratches her head.

"Yeah, like we could dress...I don't know...nicer? Or different at least" I try to explain but Spinel just shrugs.

"That sounds good, I think I will try something new but I don't really know, you can too if you'd like, that goes for Yellow and White too" Spinel turns around "but like you said, I've got work to do" she starts running down the empty hallway we were talking in.

"And if you need any help, you can always call me or Steven, he has thrown at least two balls" I shout after her. I definitely shouldn't tell her that the first ball turned into a disaster, but it wasn't his fault...

A spike of pain washes over me, starting from my feet and quickly ends as soon as it reaches my mid-calf.

I sigh, I should go and sit down, maybe I'll run a bath. Yeah, that sounds nice. I turn around and painfully make my way to my chambers. As soon as the doors close behind me I instantly phase into nothing but a very loose and thin blue shirt and a pair of comfortable panties.

I slowly make my way across my room towards my extraction chambers (which everyone now calls it a bathroom).

I hit the now higher panel and the doors in front of me open, letting the slightly cold air into the room. I shiver when my bare feet touch the freezing tile floor, but I try my best to ignore it and turn on the bath.

As soon as the room becomes filled to the brim with steam. I phase away the rest of my clothes, and carefully lower myself into the warm water.

I let out a relaxed sigh as I finally make contact with the bottom and sit down. This time I accidentally filled the bath with to much water and it's now up to my chin.

I gently place my hand on my big baby bump, ever since I opened up to Yellow, I've been feeling..... better I guess...I'm certainly not one hundred percent a-okay, but I've been feeling happier about the gemlings.

Every now and then I occasionally have a few bad thoughts, but I'm glad that I have Yellow to help me with it, I just can't help but feel like I'm dragging Yellow.

I shake my head trying to get rid of that last thought, I need to think of something else...hmm what should I wear to Spinel's ball?

She didn't really specify if there was going to be a dress code or not. I smile as a wonderful idea comes to mind, I should wear the dress I wore to my first ball! I will have to make some adjustments, I rub my baby bump, man Yellow will love it!

I quickly finish my lovely bath and I wrap a towel around my body and hair. I sit down on my very comfortable stool in front of my vanity, I unwrap my now wet towel from my hair, I dry my soaking wet hair as best as I can with the towel before I instantly remove all the water from it with my powers.

I toss the damp towel onto the floor, but before it actually lands on the ground it phases away.

I grab my new blue hairbrush and I run it through my very tangled hair, I faintly hum some human song. Humming quickly turns into quietly singing.

"From the shell, the song of the sea" I softly sing to myself, I shapeshift my hair to get rid of my loop so I can braid my hair "neither quiet nor calm, searching for love again".

I easily hum the rest of the song as I quickly and effortlessly finish my long braid, I unnecessarily fiddle with the end of my braid, trying to make it not fall apart. I sigh as I throw the end of it over my shoulder, what time is it? I pull up a screen to find that Spinel's ball is in five hours.

I droop onto my vanity and let out another sigh, I should probably finish designing the gemlings little room, but all I need are the colors. If it's going to be anything like that weird vivid dream I had, I should be able to guess the colors correctly.

But alas, I am not a sapphire. The medical pearl did say that the next appointment I'll have should tell us what colors they might be.

I sit straight up and whip around at the sound of my doors opening, I smile when Yellow diamond steps into my room. She turns on my crystal chandelier as she grumbles something to herself.

"I don't understand how you can see so well in the dark" she walks directly towards me and smiles "it's like a new power, and I lovee what you did with your hair your hair"

"Thank you" I grab her hips and pull her closer, I wrap my arms around her and stand up "I wanted to do something new for Spinel's ball, while the braid may not be entirely new, but what I'm planning is...also not entirely new" I quietly giggle "but I know you'll love it"

"You know I'll love anything you'll do, even if you've done it before" Yellow plants a soft kiss on top of my head.

"I know, I know" I release my hold from her and I grab my still open screen "Since you are here, I wanted to show you the nursery design for our gemlings!"

I pull up the blueprints and proudly show her, she grabs the screen and studies each picture for a few seconds before moving onto the next one.

"They look good, but what is the color scheme?" Yellow hands me the screen back.

"I wanted to do the colors of what the gemlings are, but that'll have to wait a couple of days or so" I pull up the time and date again "well, it says the next appointment is actually tomorrow, so the plans will be done quickly"

A sudden rush of fatigue washes over me, I let out a yawn as I dismiss the screen "I think I'm going to take a nap before the ball" I phase into a soft shirt and pants.

I walk around Yellow and head straight for my bed "wake me up at least half a cycle before it starts." I pull all the blankets onto me.

"Noted" Yellow lays down right beside me, I lay down on my back as Yellow messes with my braid, she hums as I flip onto my side, trying to find a good position.

I let out a very long and relaxed sigh as I finally get comfortable, I feel myself drift into slumber as Yellow finishes humming.

"Have a good nap, I'll be back to wake you up" She whispers, I grumble something back to her, but I don't know what it was.

Since I took a nap I surprisingly didn't have a dream, I just fell asleep then bam! Instantly woke up.

"Blue? You said to wake you up now, so I need you to wake up" Yellow shakes me awake.

"Hmmm" I sit up, I wipe the sleep from my eyes, I squint from the light and I turn to the golden diamond next to me.

"Yellow? Mmm, what time is it?" I pull back the very warm covers and shiver slightly as Yellow helps me off of the bed.

"It's about a cycle till the ball, I decided you might need some time to actually wake up" Yellow let's go of me, I let out a groan as I stretch my arms.

"It seems like I did the right thing" Yellow hands me a glass of water.

"Thank you" I croak, I take a few sips of the cold water, I hand her the glass as I yawn.

After a few minutes of Yellow talking to me, making sure I don't fall asleep again, I push her out of the room so I can get ready.

I sit back down on my vanity chair and I fix my messy braid, damn, I knew I should've waited until after I took a nap. But then again, I didn't know that I'd actually take one...

As soon as my braid is done, I stand up and phase off my pajamas and I put on a comfortable pair of matching panties and a bra.

Now, this is the hard part, I have to remember what my dress looked like. It really won't be hard, but it was a very very long time ago.

As soon as remember what the dress I wore for my first ball looks like, I phase it on. I quickly adjust the waist so it's not clinging to my body, but instead it flowing at the bottom.

I turn around to face the mirror, I take a few steps back to see the entire dress.

And it's almost just how I remember it.

The top clings to my form, I had to just the neckline so it ends at the tip of my gem, I kept the long sleeves but moved the end of them just an inch or two back. The color of the entire dress is still blue, but as dark as the night sky, and it still shimmers when I move.

Moving past my waist, I shortened the slit by my leg a lot, so now it goes from my mid-calf to my ankles, which is where the dress stops, I also added the same sized slit on the other side.

This time I finally put on shoes, but they are a simple pair of knee-length boots with a lot of extra padding inside.

I smooth down the front of the dress, I smile as the familiar softness tickles my hands. A familiar chime breaks the silence in my room "come in" I half yell.

I sit back down on my plush stool as the big blue doors open. Steven, Amethyst, Pearl, and Connie walk into my room.

Steven and Pearl laugh at something that Amethyst had probably said, and in Steven's and Connie's hands are some big wrapped items.

As soon as Connie sees me, she accidentally drops the gifts she was carrying and her brown eyes go wide.

I push myself off of the stool and walk over to them "is something wrong" I ask the shocked Connie as I pick up the thing she dropped.

"N-no, nothing is wrong" she shakes her head and smiles "it's just that Steven said that you were at least six months in, but I had no idea you were." I cut her off "Big? Huge?" I smile little.

"Well, no, I was going to say, I had no idea you were so pregnant" she nervously laughs "and your dress looks amazing!"

I slightly blush from the complement. "Well, I am carrying twins" I smile warmly, I gently place my hand on my belly. I examine the nicely wrapped item, it's wrapped in different styles of a human material, which I think is paper and it fits perfectly in my hand. "You guys really didn't need to bring us anything."

"Well, my art teacher had me and my class make stuffed animals" I neatly unwrap all the paper to reveal a very soft, mixed fabric, lion "and I decided to go all out." Connie very proudly says.

I neatly place the paper on my vanity and inspect the toy lion. It has stitched black eyes and a black heart-shaped nose, with a wild rainbow mane and matching tail.

"It may not be the prettiest thing in the world, but I'm pretty sure that bad boy gave me an A+ for the rest of the year" Connie smiles "and it took me a little more than a week to make it, not including the time it took to gather the materials, luckily my mom and dad were there to help me."

I put the adorable lion on my vanity and I grab the gift that Steven was holding, "Man, you do not know how long it took to wrap those, and how much wrapping paper it took" Steven smiles as I once again, neatly take the paper off.

"As I said, you really didn't need to bring us anything, but I really do appreciate it" I happily say, I place all the paper on the vanity with the other paper.

In my hand is a beautiful wooden box with a wind-up on the back, it's a lovely shade of dark green with the diamond insignia top.

"C'mon, wind it up!" Steven excitedly says.

I smile at his lack of patience, I delicately wind up the box, as excitement builds inside me with each crank.

Suddenly the little box makes a strange CLICK sound and a wonderful tune starts playing, I shoot a confused look towards Steven. But he just looks at me with what I think are tearful eyes.

The song ends quickly, Steven sighs "The song is called you are my sunshine, my dad would sing that to me whenever I got scared, I'll teach you the lyrics later, but now we've got a ball to attend!" Steven turns on his heel towards the door.

"I'll be right after you" I call out to him and his friends as they leave. I quickly set the box next to the lion, I take one last glance over my outfit before I turn around and leave.

(At the ball)

I stand in front of familiar ballroom doors, this time I'm not being introduced to gems, this time I'm just going to go in and enjoy the ball without any pressure, what so ever.

I take a deep breath in, hold my head up high, and hit the panel that opens the doors. Music fills up the small hallway I'm standing in, I walk into the very crowded room. I spot Steven and Connie dancing with a multitude of different gems and fusions.

I also see Spinel dancing with Amethyst and a handful of other quartzes, and Pearl talking to Blue and Yellow Pearl. I carefully move towards one of the back corners of the room, once I'm there I look around the room trying to find Yellow, I don't think she's here. I'd would've spotted her by now.

I sadly sigh, guess I'll have to wait for some time. As I wait I eagerly watch the only door that we can fit through, and it hasn't been all bad, a lot of different gems came up to me to say hello and to congratulate me. One gem even brought me a tray of brown and white sweets, which attracted Steven and Connie. They then told me the sweets were called 'chocolate', and I told them I love the really dark ones, which turned out to be dark chocolate.

They did have to take the tray away from me before I ate it all, then the diamond doors opened and I got very excited, but then White Diamond appeared then the doors remained close for quite a while.

She seemed to easily notice my mood and made quickly walked over to me.

"I'm going to assume you're waiting for Yellow?" White rests her back against the wall.

"Well...yeah" I sigh "I wanted to surprise her by putting on the dress from my first ball" when I finished my sentence, White did a double-take on my outfit.

"Oh wow, I didn't even notice" She runs her hand over my covered arm "you still look as beautiful as the day you first put it on"

I blush from the compliment "look, this time I actually put on shoes!" I lift my dress and flaunt my boots.

White laughs "they're not the heels that go with the dress, but those are pretty close".

I let go of my dress "I don't understand how you and Yellow can wear something with heels, I'd trip in them very easily"

"Which is why I let you go barefoot" White smiles warmly.

I smile back. "Anyways, I've really only came to the ball to say hello to every, so after that, I'm probably going to leave" I nod as White pushes herself off of the wall and heads towards Steven and his friends.

I sigh and rest my head against the hard stone wall. I continue to watch the door until Yellow diamond finally walks through it. Happiness builds inside of me as she spots me.

She carefully makes her way across the very crowded ballroom floor, I frown as I notice a few sparks dance across her shoulders and chest.

She finally stops in front of me and sighs "I'm sorry for being so late, as soon as you pushed me out of your room a topaz said there was an emergency, so I had to deal with that, then I got a reminder that the ball has started so I quickly polished my armor and...wait..." Yellow takes a step away from me. A big smile creeps on to my face.

"Is that?" Yellow looks me up and down.

"In fact it is! I did have to make a few adjustments to the dress, but I kept it pretty much the same" I wrap my arms around Yellow, she does the same, she gives me a short but passionate kiss on the lips before she pulls away and leads me towards where everyone is dancing. "C'mon, let's join them."

"Okay, but only for a little bit" I grab her hand and wrap my arm and she twirls me.

We continue to dance for some time before I start to feel sick from all the chocolates, so we say goodbye and thank you to everyone before Yellow whisks me away to my room, where I then have a 'stomach ache' for a few hours.

I painfully groan into my plush pillow, Yellow lovingly rubs my aching pregnant belly.

"Just try to sleep" Yellow kisses my neck.

"C-can't.. hurts too much" I whimper.

"Steven said it'll go away soon, just sleep it off" Yellow slows down, she rubs slow soothing circles.

Unfortunately, her touch is very soothing, I can feel myself growing tired every second.

I let out a long yawn which turns into another groan "mmmm fine, I'll try to sleep, but I'm telling you it's not going to work" I grumble. I tightly close my eyes, trying to get my self to fall asleep.

It eventually works when I finally relax and mumble good night.

"Good night Blue" Yellow places a kiss on my head before I quickly pass out.

Splish

Splash

Sploosh

I'm going to bed, gn

[refractedglade]

do all of them. or the odds. or the evens. honestly just do some I'm tired and dont feel like reading through them all :/

this is honestly a lot so it gets a cut. also wow way to abuse the question ask.

1. do you have any recurring dreams? what are they?

only ever had one I think, and that was back in… probably elementary school? I had monthly nightmares thanks to one of the least frightening episodes of Courage the Cowardly Dog, god bless you young me you tried your best

2. what is your favourite kind of fruit?

im torn between grapes and apples

3. sweet or savoury?

savory

4. what is your smallest/pettiest fear? 

not even sure what the hell that means uhhhhhhhh

the fear that i am or will be mediocre at video games. it sounds dumb but at this point it’s one of the only quote-unquote skills I have that I can identify and im afraid to lose that

5. what is your least favourite vegetable?

peas

6. what is your favourite art movement?

surrealism I guess? I don’t know much about art movements tbh

7. do you drink milk?

fuck yes i do

8. what was the last line of the last book you read?

“A mob of Surly Thugs are there to greet you.

TO BE EVEN MORE CONTINUED.”

9. do you like bitter food?

not really

10. what is the most significant event in your life so far?

probably one of the several times i’ve moved since that always leads to meeting new people

12. what is your favourite breed of dog or cat?

I love labradors.

13. list your top 5 favourite turtle names.

what

uh

Leonardo

Donatello

Michelangelo

Raphael

and uhhhhhhh

Coco Jumbo

14. what job would you have if you could have it without going through all of the school or experience that is required?

if I didnt have that Id probably get fired very soon for being shit at my job, but lets say public attorney, see how far I get in that bullshit

15. are there any names that you dislike so much that you would dislike the person with the name? what are those names?

no not really

16. what is your favourite letter?

either R or T, they’re both such helpful shortcuts for web browsing

17. are there any instruments you wished you played?

I wish I had continued learning piano when I was younger. I was in the middle of lessons when we moved for the second time and we just never got another teacher.

18. list your best friends.

@verbalmoonwalking and honestly even though we haven’t talked much in forever @wombathills

19. would you rather be a skeleton or a ghost?

a ghost, way more opportunities and less of a hassle (imagine trying to navigate through the world as reanimated bones)

also there’s already some people i’ve promised to haunt

20. do you prefer fish or lizards/snakes? (as pets)

i dont have much experience with lizards or snakes (although I did have an anole for a year or so). i guess fish, they’re just so incredibly low-maintenance

21. art or music?

weird way to phrase that considering music is art but music

22. what is your favourite type of flower?

unfortunately Ive never learned much about flowers, but I do really like when they’re blue

23. soup or salad?

souuuuup

24. are you good at keeping plants alive?

surprisingly yes! I’ve had two plants growing since late winter/early spring I think

25. do animals tend to like you?

heck yeaaaah

26. what is the worst book you’ve ever read?

the Book of Leviticus

there’s not really a good answer to this, if a book is terrible I either never got far enough to remember or read it for a school assignment and promptly forgot about it

27. do you collect anything?

too many thing, and most of them only for short periods of time. the only consistent collection i have is my Halley Labs music collection

28. how many pillows do you sleep with?

right now just two, used to be three

29. whats the latest you’ve ever woken up?

5 in the evening i think? I forget details since its been a few years, but after an all-nighter I pulled during my first finals of college I passed out at around 6 pm and woke up almost a full day later

no wait addendum: i think like 1-3 in the morning because of falling asleep around 8-11 am.

30. how many pictures are on your walls?

my room has… a painting and a poster

31. what age did you stop keeping stuffed animals on your bed?

honestly? i didn’t

32. what is your favourite candy?

Butterfinger, or if in moderation Twizzlers

33. what is your favourite baked good?

its not the real answer but a vivid image of a steaming baked potato keeps appearing in my head

actually the more i think about it the better that sounds, like its plain but theres a lot of room for customization there

34. do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

yeah, i actually sort of inherited it recently from my late grandfather, though I haven’t actually,,, used it yet.

35. do you wear jewelry?

nope, used to wear a fidget ring a lot but who knows where that went. if i ever find a really cool necklace I’ll probably start wearing that all the time though.

36. sunrise or sunset?

sunset, sunrises are pretty but its a pain in the ass waking up the early

also seeing something like that in the evening is just a better state of mind imo

37. do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

depends on both the music and my mood, generally at this point no headphones though just because when i listen to music its while driving

38. what was your favourite show as a child?

I had a weird sense of almost reverence for Digimon as a kid. My mom had forbidden me from watching Pokemon, and I only ever saw like 3 episode of DIgimon once by accident because a day care had their cassette tape. I barely saw any of it but I loved it.

Season 3 aka DIgimon Tamers is still a solid series, and I still vividly remember watching season 4 on TV when I was slightly older and finding it weird but cool (4 was where they could actually like combine with their digimon)

39. describe your favourite spot in your house.

im the basement goblin so the couch down there is for all intents and purposes mine. also its right next to the room with the heater so hell yeah.

40. do you like to be warm or cold?

I like to be in slightly cold environments so I can be the kind of warm that isn’t just warm but warmed up, like the feeling of being warm when things are cold is very good.

41. the best joke you have.

i think the best jokes i ever did done was editing like 20 different photos of a friend of mine into dumb joke images

one was his face on a tube of laundry soap with some dumb caption along the lines of “ah, this is my life now”

42. whats the weirdest thing that you’ve seen happen in a public place?

first thing that comes to mind is a futon frame on the side of a highway. now let me clarify:

-it was sitting upright, not like it had been tossed aside

-it was on the INSIDE side, not the outside

-no mattress in sight

just… there.

43. CD or digital?

CD, I’ve been conditioned to love owning physical copies of stuff. On that note, also cassette.

44. who do you miss right now?

good friends, my dog, my will to live….

45. if you could combine two places in the world, which two places would you choose?

if by world you meant universe, lets combine earth with some other planet and see what the fuck happens

if you meant earth then Michigan and Ohio, that’d make some shit way more convenient for me

46. describe the worst substitute teacher you’ve ever had.

one of my high school english teachers went on maternity leave, and so we had a sub for about ¾ of the school year. i forget a lot of why the class hated her but a lot of it just came down to she was not good at teaching, and we had to deal with that for almost a whole year.

47. do you believe horoscopes?

short answer is no. less short answer is that while I don’t really believe anything like that, i still enjoy looking at and considering them, especially when they’re in shitpost format.

my sister came back from a mission trip to Africa a while ago and brought me back a small gift she got overseas, a pair of small handmade dice. i’ve developed a habit where on some mornings I’ll roll them before my day starts to see how high I roll, and sometimes interpret that as what the day might be like. do i believe it? not especially. but I almost sort of pretend to believe it. that’s sort of how i treat horoscopes, except even a little less than that.

48. are you spiritual?

eh

49. describe your pets ( or family if you dont have pets )

we had an extremely good dog named Zeus for a long time. yellow lab, energetic as hell in his youth and even in his old age. started having pain in his legs as he got older and eventually we had to put him down a year or so back.

he’s honestly part of the reason im not sure about getting pets in the future, i dont know if I want to go through that again.

50. are you good at getting over mistakes?

I guess? I mean I’m good at getting over that post-”I fucked up” anxiety for sure, that’s a skill I learned in college within like a year. After a bad test or something I just started forcing myself to say “fuck it it’s over can’t change anything now.”

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Pretty pleasee Drarry 2, 5, 6, 11, 15, 24, 31, 39, 41, 45....I'm sorry!!!! At least some of them? Please? 😇 💛

I have this condition where I can’t say no to people. o_0 

So, sure, here you go: 

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?Harry is most often the big spoon. Mostly ‘cause he’s really warm like all the time and Draco is nearly always cold (he wears socks to bed even in the summer, it’s weird, honestly).

5. Who usually has nightmares?Although Harry did have his share of bad dreams, he actually just suffered from insomnia for nearly two years after the War. 

It’s Draco who continues to wake up from terribly vivid nightmares, although they’re relatively rare now ever since Harry moved in with him.

6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day? Draco started keeping a journal after the War just so he could pen his thoughts down - he had a lot of them. He still writes in it, sometimes several times a day.

Harry sometimes comes home in a troubled/pensive frame of mind after a particularly disturbing case at work, although if Draco were to be honest, he secretly yearns for those evenings because then they just spend the whole time talking; about all the stuff that really matters to them and it somehow always seems to bring them closer.

11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies?You’d think The Boy Who Lived would have the stomach for some good old demon exorcism and vengeful spirits. But Harry can’t stand them; he spends most of the movie with his eyes shut while Draco sits beside him, leaning forward in place, wide-eyed with excitement. He never misses an opportunity to tell their friends about how Harry’s such a wuss.

And they’re both (although Draco would rather eat a Screwt than admit it) big suckers for romance movies. They both (inconspicuously) cried watching The Notebook.

15. Who is scared of the dark? Draco. He wasn’t a big fan even as a child, and the War - the nearly pitch dark Room of Hidden Things and being holed up in the dimly-lit Manor with Voldemort, exacerbated the phobia further.

Harry sort of got over his fear of the dark very early on - being shut up in cramped, enclosed spaces for long periods does that to a person, I suppose.

24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener? They both talk, and they’re both great listeners. Harry’s learnt to watch out for the signs of when Draco’s had a stressful day - he opens a bottle of wine and lets Draco rant and he actually listens to all of it. Draco loves when Harry gets excited about something and starts prattling on and on about it - it’s quite endearing, really.

31. Who is more affectionate? You mean openly? Harry. He has no qualms about showing Draco/anybody else how much he loves the blond. He always kisses Draco when he meets him somewhere, regardless of where and who else is in attendance. He always holds Draco’s hand while out with him (the number of pictures in the press of them holding hands while out together is not even funny). He’s not opposed to PDA either (much to Draco’s frequent mortification).

Draco, ever the dignified Pureblood is less enthusiastic about his feelings in public. While they’re at home is a whole other story altogether - he will quite literally sit in Harry’s lap (rather than anywhere else in the whole damn house) and he will insist on being cute and snuggly while Harry’s in the middle of something (cooking, very often), demanding kisses. So yeah, they’re both rather affectionate in their own ways.

39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside? Harry. He never got to keep them as a kid (thanks ever so much to Dudley). Draco doesn’t really get it, but he will always stock up on Harry’s favourites.

41. Who cries during sad movies? Harry sniffles during the movie. He’ll subsequently find Draco crying to himself in the bathroom sometime later.

It’s adorable.

45. Who is more likely to get drunk?Harry gets drunk the minute he touches anything but beer. 

Draco gets drunk the minute he picks up his second glassful of anything.

I had way too much fun with these. Thank you! :D ❤️