#i did get to eat eel which is one of my favorite foods ever

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

doing the potion shop event is making me think of making little potions with Foul Legacy and teaching him how to do alchemy and collect ingredients so you can run your own little shop,,,

[jadevalentine-writes]

You'll Always Be My Favorite Ghost - Chapter 3 PREVIEW!

*bangs pots and pans* COME GET YER FOOD, YA'LL!

I have made excellent progress on my MXTX Big Bang fic (8 chapters completed, >40k words and only 4 more chapters left to go!). Today I was struck with the need to write HuaLian, but did not want to continue with the Big Bang fic so I decided to pick back up with the next chapter of You'll Always Be My Favorite Ghost. For my dear followers, you get a special preview of Chapter 3 below! Enjoy!

Warning: It is a bit scary at the end...it is a ghost story, after all. ;)

Every day since Xie Lian signed the streaming contract, he felt like was living in a dream. He no longer had to wake up before dawn to crawl into work to prepare for the cafe’s morning rush. If he did wake up that early, it was to rendezvous with the rest of the team before they set out to their next destination, sometimes a few states over. Hua Cheng would greet him in the parking lot of his apartment complex, an extra large black tea in hand. After they loaded their bags in the trunk of his car, Hua Cheng would give Xie Lian a spine realigning hug and mumble “Good morning, gege” into his hair. That alone made getting up early easier.

Then there was the job itself, which did not feel like work at all. Some days were long, with hours spent driving to the destination only to immediately set-up and shoot upon arriving, but for every one of those were weeks worth of normal days where it felt Xie Lian barely worked. He highly suspected it was due in part to being with Hua Cheng constantly, but he did not want to analyze it too deeply. Having fun was part of the deal they had made, and he wasn’t about to spoil it. Besides, if Shi Qingxuan or He Xuan needed help with editing, he’s sure they would have said something. Instead, they seemed content to spend hours in each other’s company long after everyone else had turned in for the night.

Xie Lian did admit that outside spending an enormous amount of time with Hua Cheng, the work itself was entertaining. He got to travel to obscure locations that he previously did not know existed and eat at local restaurants that offered strange delicacies like crawdad soup and boiled eel pancakes. He also started to suspect, ever so slightly, that ghosts may be real. Maybe.

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It happened during their twenty-something investigation. With the streaming contract came the funds for new “ghost detection” equipment, including EMF readers and a radio that Shi Qingxuan claimed was a way to communicate directly with some ghosts.

“It’s called a spirit box,” Shi Qingxuan said as he unboxed it in Xie Lian’s living room. “You can ask questions and the ghost will answer.”

Xie Lian was skeptical, to say the least, but Hua Cheng thought it was immensely entertaining to use. He always took on the persona of a therapist when he used the device, asking questions such as if the ghosts were happy, angry, or seeking revenge. Each question was always met with the same answer: the device’s default crackling static. It was pronounced harmless and as nonsensical as most of the other pieces of expensive equipment they employed to detect supernatural presences. Xie Lian thought nothing of taking it as his starting device when they were investigating an abandoned farmhouse in the middle of the woods. It’d get a few minutes of screentime and then he’d switch it out for something else, as usual when they did not receive any evidence.

“Oh, are you going to play therapist tonight, gege?” Hua Cheng asked with a grin as he sauntered up the gravel walk to the farmhouse’s front door.

Behind him, Xie Lian felt the all knowing gaze of Feng Xin’s shoulder camera swivel in his direction.

“Sure,” he said with a casual shrug that made the mic clipped on his jacket ruffle with static. “Maybe the ghosts will actually talk to me.”

Hua Cheng chuckled. “Gege is so kind, I’m sure he could persuade the ghosts to speak.”

Xie Lian gave Hua Cheng a warm smile, one he knew that their fans would swoon over, even if it was just for him and no one else. “We’ll see.”

Once they entered the farmhouse, they split up as usual with Hua Cheng investigating the first floor with Mu Qing as his cameraman while Xie Lian took the second floor with Feng Xin. While Feng Xin was readjusting his camera harness on the porch, Xie Lian went upstairs, the worn stairs creaking under his weight. He flicked on the hall light and turned on the spirit box, holding it up so that it was visible in his head mounted camera feed. Xie Lian cleared his throat and then started down the wide hallway.

“Are you here?” He asked quietly. When static was his answer, he asked the question again, a bit louder.

“Are you happy? Sad? Angry?” Xie Lian tried not to chuckle to himself as he progressed down the hall, pausing at the open doorways of bedrooms as he asked his questions. “Do you want revenge?”

A loud creak sounded behind him and Xie Lian whipped his head around. He half-expected to see Feng Xin mounting the stairs, but found he was still alone in the hallway. He took a deep breath, his nerves obviously getting the best of him. He was used to the sound of old structures settling and breathing. This creak was no different.

What was different was the lack of static from the spirit box.

Xie Lian inspected the device, puzzlement creasing his brow as he ensured it was still on.

“Hello?” he asked tentatively.

The display on the spirit box usually scrolled through a list of radio station numbers, as though searching for the frequency the ghost would be on. If anything, it at least made Xie Lian feel like it was doing something. Now the screen was flickering between two stations rapidly. He sighed as he smacked it against his left palm in some miraculous attempt to fix it.

“Silly thing...why don’t you work?”

In the absence of the static and the stillness of the house, the whispered response was deafening.

“I’m shy.”

A lot of things happened after that. First, there was a moment where Xie Lian’s ears and his brain held a conference to determine that yes, a voice that did not belong to anyone currently in the house was just heard, specifically from within the device he held. Then he did what any logical person would do: he screamed, dropped the spirit box, and bolted to the stairs.

[red-the-dragon-writes]

Today's post is not on the usual "writer blog fare" side. Instead I am going to introduce you to several fun facts about various animals on our planet and then talk about worldbuilding.

1. Lampreys are a kind of "living fossil"- a not-really-so-scientific term for a creature that has lived unchanged for a very long time, so long that we have fossils of them looking the same way they do now. They don't have proper jaws, just a circular sucking mouth with teeth set into it and a tongue designed to strip flesh off of what it touches. They're finless fish, look quite a bit like eels, and have this really alien, uncanny vibe to them.

[id: a long, slender bluish-silver lamprey sitting among rocks. It has a long snout, an eye, and then six small perforations in its side arranged at an even interval sitting behind the eye. The environment it is sitting in is very yellow and green in comparison. end id]

[id: an image of a lamprey from below. The snout ends in a round, flat mouth which is studded with teeth in four concentric circles. The teeth are smallest near the outer edge and largest in the middle, and look like very sharp round points. In the center of this ring is another, smaller circle, where the pointed, tooth-like tongue can be seen, as well as a hole for the lamprey to actually ingest food with. Its eye is visible, as are some of the perforations on its side. This one is a more mottled gray than the first one was, and less shiny. end id]

Sea lampreys, which are the kind i've sort of not really kinda researched, are a major pest in the Great Lakes, where they regularly attack fish. They can get up to two feet in length. Despite this, they are not particularly dangerous towards humans.

2. Horseshoe crabs are also "living fossils." They've been around and virtually unchanged for millions of years. They're not true crabs, and are more closely related to chelicerata species, like spiders and scorpions (and many more). There are a lot of cool features of horseshoe crabs, but one of their most extremely cool, to me, is their blood.

I'm not going to post any images of what I consider to be animal cruelty, so you'll have to take me at my word here, but this is a bottle of horseshoe crab blood. If you're sensitive to images of animal cruelty, I don't recommend looking for proof, but if you aren't, there are plenty of images of the blood coming out of the creature for you to verify this with.

E[id: a bottle of slightly frothy, opaque blue liquid. It is sitting in a row with several other bottles of the same material. end id]

I am a sucker for blue blood, I just think it's neat, so that's all I'd need as an excuse to slam some horseshoe-crab-inspired nonsense in my exceptionally gory and fucked up wips, and if you've been reading along with WiB you may have noticed that blue blood does come into play at some point! But that's not all that's neat about horseshoe crab blood. Unfortunately for the horseshoe crabs, but fortunately for us, their blood is literally the only source of an important compound used for detecting the presence of dangerous bacteria in certain pharmaceutical drugs. (Fortunately, there are replacements that will hopefully become more popular in coming years.)

Now that we've gone over all that, onto the worldbuilding!

I worldbuild by Rule of Cool. Let's just get that out of the way. Every so often people will ask me how my worlds get so expansive (not WiB, WiB i made up on the fly by cribbing from fanfic and like... BBC Merlin. Assume very little of this holds true for WiB) and the answer is largely that I take every interest I have ever had in anything and smash it all together and throw it at my wip to see what sticks. and then I just... like... reasonably attempt to figure out what the natural conclusions will be.

So: we have lampreys. We have blue-blooded ancient sea creatures with spectacularly important and valueable blood. We are writing this into a story that takes place on land, somehow.

- The first option, and the one I'm going to talk about most because I did it, is just to rule-of-cool it into a character. (Or a place, or an item, or whatever, but largely I do rule-of-cool on living creatures and think harder about the world around them.) If you've been keeping up with WiB, you may have noticed that (spoilers) Zero Point is some kind of fucked up magician with a lamprey mouth in their hand who shapeshifts and bleeds blue. This is where I got those inspirations from (along with, like, some other stuff. I promise there are no lamprey assassins, but- continuing in the trend of stealing from sea creatures- the bobbin worm is a spectacularly beautiful, spectacularly deadly creature if you're within its weight range. which is like, goldfish size, but. And cuttlefish are known to disguise themselves as other animals, and can change sexes if the male:female ratio where they are isn't ideal.)

So you can take the elements you like, and just kind of slam them together haphazardly, which is what I did with Zero Point. The trick to this kind of worldbuilding is just to avoid looking too closely at it. The magical assassin has a fucked up mouth in their hand? Yeah, okay, that seems kind of fucked up and creepy. What do they do at all times? They hide it under a glove. So the protags Just Straight Up Never Ask. And voila; it never gets explained, and it never has to.

Same with the blue blood. It shows up, it functions as a plot device because only Zero Point has blue blood; it is never explained or even delved into with much detail. And if it were, it would fall apart instantly, because the justification is literally just "i thought it was neat. No, no one else is like that. I don't even know why they are. i just felt like it"

- The second option is to consider the effects of the things that you're working with, and then work off of that.

Let's take Zero Point again. Strip them of their context (weird assassin with magical powers) and just like, consider the fact that this is a creature with blood that regularly retails for over $10,000 USD, is intelligent as fuck, shapeshifts, has a mouth in their hand that may or may not be their actual mouth, and can exist on land so long as they have suitable access to water. What does that mean for our setting? Surely they're not the only person like that; so you have a whole species of people who are sort of but not really amphibious, shapeshift, and maybe have magical powers, who knows. They can't shapeshift their fucked up lamprey mouths, maybe. That seems like a reasonable limit. So their blood is highly valuable- what does that mean for their relations with other people, or their culture? What kind of foods do they eat? How do they create a sense of culture as shapeshifters; is there even a way that they represent themselves in art? How do they interact with the world? Do they have a "true form" or not? Every one of these questions will spawn new questions. If you answer all of them you'll lose your mind, but if you answer at least ten you'll spawn a much more background-heavy world that can help to shape your story much more effectively than trying to just craft a narrative will. Sometimes it works very well for a story. Sometimes it gets you lost in the weeds.

- The third option is to reference something else, and build off that. Again, let's use Zero Point as the example.

In the original story that the WiB ensemble is from, Closerverse, which may have some mentions on this blog but honestly I have no idea, there is a city that I've done quite a bit of worldbuilding on. This city is called Hudson, and one of the major important features of it is that it is partially underground. (This is a reference to the DFZ of Rachel Aaron's Heartstrikers series). Hudson is intentionally run to be the worst, most unpleasant city in the world, and one of its features are its wildly intelligent, dangerous forms of aquatic life. The lowest level of this city is partially submerged, and all of these creatures plague the people who live down there.

Closerverse was also set during a period of early industrialization, and Hudson heavily referenced US history, especially 1900s-1920s labor history. Tenements, pollution, zero protections for workers, et cetera. Hudson is a nasty, miserable place, and everyone who lives there can feel the jaws closing in on them.

Anyway, in Closerverse you got these fucked up massive eel-like creatures (lampreys, but with extra features) that due to some rather significant meddling wound up growing legs and then got really massive and started eating people. They have blue blood, glow in the dark, and make fairly decent eating as long as they aren't eating you. And they're intelligent. Given the whole "mutual eating each other" thing, the eels and the people of Hudson have some pretty major animosity going on.

Most of Zero Point's stuff is really just me referencing the Hudson Eels, because I fucking love those. They're some of my favorite worldbuilding elements ever. But given that no one else in WiB has ever seen a Hudson Eel, let alone seen their blood get dry on things, or whatever, everything about Zero Point is wildly out of context. And that almost makes it better, because the whole deal with them is that they're mysterious and weird, and having them be a mysterious and weird reference to something no one but I know about most likely is like, fun and neat.

There are, of course, other modes of worldbuilding as well, but I typically aim to stick to the first two as much as possible. The cooler you make something, the more possible questions it raises; the more questions something raises, the deeper your world gets.

Although, a word of advice: sometimes animals just do things. Sometimes bodies just have features. Who would invent fingernails? But having them is mighty convenient, isn't it? For that matter, who would come up with a deeply logical and reasoned explanation for eyebrows- but not having those would be very strange, to us. You can get away with doing a lot by just having that be how it is, and not having the characters comment on it.

Also, the more "shaped" a thing should be, the more you'll want to take the second approach. For house design, something intentionally built, you'll want to know why it was built, and what purpose is this and that room, and why is it painted such and such colors. But if you're talking about adding a second moon, like... fuck dude, who needs to know why there's a second moon? Maybe if you have sailors you have to know what it'll do to your oceans, but that's the kind of thing you can kind of just say exists and move on. You'll figure it out; it gets pretty intuitive.

Anyway, happy worldbuilding!

[ashtonq247]

Kaminari Denki headcannons!!

Bc it’s his bday and I love him (this will not cover his fam bc I switch between backstories with him so much that I just have no clue)

Buckle up bc this is a very long post I did not mean to get this deep lol

Let’s start with the most obvious- he makes friends easily, but I’m not just talking other students, I’m also talking the staff. This boy makes friends with the janitors and the lunch ladies and even the teachers!! He also makes friends with the security bots and pranks them a lot

This stems from him wanting ppl to like him. I think this bc of the fact that his character sheet says he likes all things “trendy” - I think he rlly wants to be known as the cool guy bc he is rlly insecure of himself

And as much as I think he is very trendy, I also think he is a big literature nerd! I believe he is more likely to listen to audio books tho, but I’m not entirely 100% sure though. He tries to keep this underwrap, but eventually he does join momo’s book club and brings completely different analysis to the table :D

He is just generally into the arts (we see this in cannon- he plays guitar, is seen drawing Aizawa, references Hemingway) so I see him as a more creative guy rather than a logically minded dude

This boy has adhd, anxiety, and dyslexia and dyscalcula (he was able to work through dyslexia bc he read so much, but still has problems with his dyscalcula) and this causes issues for him in school. He also a HUGE procrastinator. He often feels stupid and dumb bc if it (also doesn’t help that even his friends joke abt it too, but as long as it’s just a joke he shouldn’t make a big deal abt it right??)

I say he has anxiety because of the way he reacts to when he is training- always panicking and frying his brain. I think what stans between him and being rlly op is his anxiety and view of himself

Speaking of him frying his brain, I headcannon he has litchenburg figures, which if u don’t know r these rlly cool scars that look kinda like branches with what kinda looks like flowers so cool tbh, and BEFORE u say “he obviously doesn’t have them cannonly” let me just say that his quirk affects his brain cannonly!! It’s not weird for it to also affect his skin!!! I think he might have had litchenburg figures if they were more commonly known as it is a very cool thing tbh

I also think that bc his brain gets impacted by his quirk, sometimes his nerves get impacted too. This means he sometimes can’t taste food (and he doesn’t eat it when he can’t taste it, which pisses Bakugo off) and he also can’t feel things as well (I believe the class figures this out after Denki went to poor himself some tea but didn’t know the kettle was still rlly hot and so he grabbed it not knowing he was burning himself until he handed it over to someone who then dropped the pot bc it was so hot- needles to say he had to go to recovery girl that day)

He has never been to the aquarium bc as a child he had terrible control over his quirk and that made ppl nervous to put him near water (he goes as a teen with the bakusquad and is absolutely floored- his favorite creatures are of course all the sting rays, jelly fish, and electric eel- cue bakusquad comparing him to the brainless jellyfish)

He also doesn’t know how to swim till he was in middle school (once he was in better control of his quirk he went out and learned to swim on his own bc he had to learn how if he wanted to be a hero u know? He never quit got the hang of it tho)

Storms make him very energized and his already low ability to focus worsens. Prone to accidentally zapping ppl. He mostly stays in his room when storms happen bc he doesn’t want to hurt ppl/ wreck electronics on accident. He doesn’t even get to chat with friends on the phone bc he would wreck it so storms get rlly lonely :(

Also is basically a lightning rod. It hurts bc of how forceful it is, but it’s also not that big of a deal to him

Is prtty forgetful unfortunately due to all the times he fried his brain. It’s something he really tries not to think about

He probs can’t sleep very easily due to all his energy

He hates frying his brain bc it’s very hard to understand what’s going on when he does. Everything is a lot more sluggish and things are simultaneously way too much and he gets hyper sensitive and at the same time his senses are also very groggy and weird. It’s over all a bad time, but he got used to it

Whenever he fried his brain instead of being all wheyyy and thumbs upy he use to act more vegetative which rlly freaked ppl out so he eventually learned to get to where he is now when he fries his brain

Kids use to take advantage of his whey mode and do pranks on him which often got him hurt, but he never rlly felt it at first so he didn’t mind to bad. As long it was just joking and they were having fun right??

Time for happy ones!! His favorite foods (besides burgers, those r his favorite cannonly) all have some coralation with memes (speggeti tacos, mac n cheese, “chonky” milk, chicken nuggy, etc)

He is a meme lord yes

Stans pikachu (obvi)

U cannot convince me that he doesn’t paint his nails black, maybe with a little lightning bolt on his middle finger. This boy cannonly wears a choker common

He does face masks with Mina!! I believe he cares abt his looks greatly, and does beauty routines with Mina all the time. I’m constantly switching btween wether or not he owns it, or is a bit insecure and tries not to show this side to much to the boys

Why does this show not give him skinny jeans?? I mean common his entire style calls for skinny jeans. Maybe it’s Japan fashion or smth bc if it was in America he’d have skinny jeans bc it’s the trendy thing u know

Cannot cook. Can barely work the microwave. Claims unmarked food and eats it at midnight

Has a lot of weird info stored in his brain- how weather works, psychology stuff, weird facts abt bees, etc- that he learns randomly, never rlly trying to learn them but it sort of just happens u know. This frustrates Bakugo and jirou to no end bc he knows all these useless facts about how 1,200,000 mosquitos is all it takes for them to all at once drain a human of all their blood in a second, but not about how to work the pathagorean theorem

Idk why I think this (and it’s a popular headcannon too), but he knows at least 3/4 languages. It just suits him?? Bc he is a ppl person??? I don’t know??

Gets major test anxiety

Teachers either love him or hate him no in between. A lot of his elementary teachers absolutely hated him and would tear him down by calling him stupid and annoying. In middle school when he learns to control his quirk better, teachers rlly liked him- in the way that class clown trouble makers are liked by teachers. He may not excel in his class but he is a pretty funny dude.

He is constantly either underestimated or overestimated. Kaminari himself does this as well. It’s part of the issue with his hero training

Cats do not like him. They may like being petted bc if the static electricity, but when Kami pets cats he just absorbs the static- no pleasure :(((- or he accidentally has too much static electricity. If so then only tge rlly fluffy cats like him. Either case, shinsou finds a cat that likes kaminari as well and it is very cute :33

THE class prankster. Even on the teachers! The death glare Aizawa gave him on the one time prancing him worked is one kaminari will never forget (he still tries to prank him despite this lol)

Constantly teasing Bakugo as a way to press his buttons. It’s debatable on wether or not this helps bakugo’s anger issues

He is the wingman between Bakugo and Kirishima change my mind!!

Also mandatory kaminari is bisexual headcannon bc he rlly gives me those vibes. I think he doesn’t know yet that he’s bisexual, and when he thinks a fellow bro is hot he thinks he’s just admiring his bro u know. Maybe even thinks he is jealous. He does flirt with all genders tho mostly as a joke. He draws dicks as jokes but he always puts a little too much detail in them for him to rlly be straight

Can be used as a defibrillator as long as he can focus

Honestly there’s so much stuff kaminari has the potential to do with his quirk it’s a shame the manga/anime doesn’t use it

Like I rlly want to see him use his quirk in training to blow out all the lights in a building so he can use it for his advantage

That’d be badass

Also his quirk makes him very hard to be caught when their training. He can slip out of ppls grasp easily with a shock, and he also just has good reflexes in genral (I think this is cannon). Cue class 1-a running around trying and failing to catch him lol. Their best bet is to get him to fry his brain :(

He was popular in school before UA bc of his quirk and bc of how charming and easy to get a long with he is. This lead a lot of his friends to be very shallow. He didn’t rlly think about wether or not someone was trying to be his friend or not, he just liked being liked. This lead him to his whole liking trendy things, and he often felt that if he wasn’t seen as cool or funny his friends would all leave him. His whole rlly liking to talk thing caused a lot of ppl to think he was annoying at times, but he was never rlly able to lose that trait

The bakusquad was the first friend group he got rlly close too. He felt he can be himself around them and be the crackhead he was always meant to be. He still always concerned about wether they might leave him if he’s too annoying bc of anxiety but he’s getting better :)

He is a bringer of chaos and that’s part of his charm! Never dull with Denki around. He’s always doing the weirdest stuff, and ever since Mina, Kiri, and Sero, this has only doubled!

He is always calling Momo a genius (bc she is) and they are rlly good friends

Is an unofficial emo squad member (just look at his hero costume)

A sinnamon roll I’m srry but he ain’t a cinnamon roll. He has a dirty mind lol

Peepee jokes

Probably does tik tok dances I’m sorry

Nintendo fan for life

Xbox or PlayStation?- “Nintendo wut u mean”

Abbreviates so much it’s kinda hard to read,. Like if u thought I was bad this boy is soo much worse

It’s kinda ironic bc he has a very large vocabulary lol

He only uses it when he’s being sassy or very passionate

Mixes his gen z lingo with his big brain vicab to create atrocities of sentences

”bro the rise of the proletariat is lit tbh”

He is the worst to text with. He gives Bakugo aneurysms

Yeet yote to be yoted

3am shower thoughts

Unpopular opinion: i don’t think he likes weed. It probs reminds him too much of his whey mode

He’s a good strategist, but let’s the other team members think of the plans bc of insecurity, and otherwise his anxiety causes his smartness to shut down

Very good at zoning out. Sometimes he accidentally zones out so hard during class he misses the entire lesson and is only brought out bc of the school bell. Aizawa is best at snapping him out of it

Tbh I don’t think UA would be good with mental health. You’d think they’d hire a professional therapist or smth, but maybe it’s bc hero’s are so glorified ppl don’t ever think about these issues

I doubt the teachers had very good teacher training u know

We’ve mostly seen young heroes. I bet that’s bc they die so often, and if they don’t die in battle the mental health issues that stem from trauma and the media’s pressure are such an issue that it’s not uncommon for hero work to have high suicide rates

Anyway I’m starting to lose track of things thanks for coming to my ted talk I think I’ll stop here

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #438

“i won’t let you die, keep you alive just to remind you of what you are not”

What is your favorite card game? Probably Magic: The Gathering, even though I'm not great at it. I just ADORE the artwork, mainly. Is YouTube one of your favorite websites? Yeah, given I'm constantly on it. Does your mother have a sister? If so, what’s her name? Yeah, named Kelly. What are you doing tomorrow? I'll be going with Mom to the pool at the gym. She goes Tuesdays and Thursday, so I'm going to start joining her to help ease soreness from my exercise days. Would you ever want to go to Africa? It's high on my bucket list! I am DESPERATE to visit the KMP and photograph and pet and pamper the meerkats. :') Last time you went bowling? Not since I was on a date with Girt. Would you ever want to own a bakery? Noooo, I don't enjoy cooking of any sort. I'm way too impatient. Do you like to text? It's funny, I don't enjoy it as much as I used to. I make typos too much and autocorrect only wants to work at the WRONG time, it seems. I'd still rather text than actually talk on the phone, though. You want your next pet to be what? To be realistic, it'll probably be a western hognose snake. I REALLY want a tarantula, but Mom absolutely will not allow it for as long as I live with her, lol. Trust me, I've pestered her about it. Would you rather be a vampire or a mermaid? Eh, probably a vampire. Do you prefer white or black electronics? Black. Do you like Nerds candy? Yeah. Is your favorite animal something you can have as a pet? I could write a college-length essay on why you absolutely shouldn't, but it's sadly legal in some countries. Thankfully, not America. What was the last classic novel you read? Did you enjoy it? Oh yikes, I have no idea. Name three movies which have a soundtrack you really love: Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, Tarzan, and The Blair Witch Project: Book of Shadows. What’s the scariest video game you’ve ever played? I know it's super cliche, but I genuinely found Outlast terrifying. As well, SCP Containment Breach is a game I can't even play because the jumpscares startle me too much, lol. They're just too loud. Do you own any pet fish? What kind of fish are they? No. I'm not really interested in keeping fish as pets. What is the most irritating thing that a boyfriend or girlfriend has ever done to you? Tyler wanted to talk CONSTANTLY. Barely even two weeks in and he got all bent out of shape over there being days we just didn't text. Like dude, especially this early in a relationship, I don't want to talk 24/7. He acted like we were together for years or some shit. Like sorry I want alone time. That relationship was just a bad idea. Have you ever known someone who was in an abusive relationship? Sadly. Out of all of your friends/relatives, who would you say has the best vocabulary? Probably Girt. He's just in general very smart. When yawning, do you cover your mouth? If out in public, yes. If you had a garden, what would you plant in it? Would you actually tend to it, or would it wind up neglected & withered? I could NEVER maintain a garden, but if I had the motivation and tolerance for the heat, that'd be nice. I'd love mostly flowers, and a grapevine would be pretty! Plus some strawberries. Do you like peanut butter? Yeah, definitely. What about marshmallows? Yep. How do you roast your marshmallows? They have to be BARELY brown at all. Like it has to be the liiightest toast. Do you eat s’mores? Ugh, hell yes. I really want some now, thanks. Own a lava lamp? No, but I'd love a pink one. :( Or black. Own any sort of glow-in-the-dark room accessory? No. Ever done something sexual in public? No, I have common decency. Do you like the taste of squid or eel? I COULD FUCKING NEVER TRY EITHER. Slimy or rubbery stuff like that is such a massive no. Ever date anybody in middle school? Yeah, Aaron in the 7th grade for a few months. Did you like to get dirty when you were little? I think I did. Like I know I loved speeding through mud puddles on my bike as a kid. Own anything that has to do with dragons or unicorns? I have a lot of dragon decor. Ever wanted to be a vet? Yep. Ever written your number in a public bathroom or a school text book? If so, did anyone actually call you? No. What type of weapon do you prefer? Uh, none...? I don't like weapons. Is there something that you haven’t told anyone that you actually would like to tell someone? No, not really. Would you rather watch a full season of American Idol, or So You Think You Can Dance? The latter, by far. I used to love that show. I really enjoy watching dances. Have you ever worn boxers? Pretty sure no? Last hickey was from? I've only gotten to that point with one person, you can figure it out. Have you ever put a kick me sign on the back of someone? No, that is so rude. Are there any inappropriate pictures of you anywhere? No. I've never taken an inappropriate picture. How many times do you tend to sneeze in a row? Two or three. Karma; believe or don’t? I don't believe it's a thing. I wish it was. Ever changed a diaper? Once. Or maybe twice? No plans on ever doing that again. When you see anything smaller than a quarter on the ground, do you pick it up? I don't even pick quarters up, really. Can bald guys ever be attractive? Um, yes? Do you like hugs? Yessss. Would you ever donate blood? Yeah, I have before. I'd just have to get better about drinking water so I don't faint. Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? No. Ever had the opposite sex over when no one was home? You make that sound so scandalous, lmao. Yeah. What is the last song to make you cry? "Another Life" by Motionless In White. Have you ever kissed someone in the rain? Yeah. Have you kissed someone with braces? No. Are you anyone’s first love? I don't believe so. Anything happen to you within the past month that made you really happy? I'M LOSING WEIGHTTTTTT. :') The gym is paying off! Is there a person of the opposite gender on your mind? That's kinda a permanent thing. He's always there, even if only in the back. Who was the last person to wink at you? My cat, ha ha. Did you parents know what gender you were before you were born? Yes. Are any of your really close friends pregnant right now? REALLY close friends, nope. Are you for or against inter-racial relationships? ... You know it's 2021, right???? This never should have been controversial. Have you ever been addicted to something unhealthy? Well, there's caffeine... When the holidays come around, do you watch holiday movies? No. When was the last time someone insulted you? What was the insult? I don't recall. Do you say “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas” in order to avoid offending people who don’t celebrate Christmas? I honestly just say "merry Christmas." Have you ever made/played with a sock puppet before? Yes. Have you ever seen a waterfall (aside from in a fountain or other manmade things)? Only small ones. Are you a frequent sufferer of heartburn? Yes; I actually have a prescription for chronic heartburn. If I don't take it, I'll get heartburn to the point I come near tears. How many different colleges have you gone to? Three. How much stress can you handle? Ha, not a lot at all. What is one thing you thought you’d never do but have done or are doing? I'm 25 and feel like I've just... wasted so much, and I continue to. I never thought I'd make it to this age and to have gone so short a distance in terms of being a successful adult. Have you ever disowned a friend or family member for their beliefs? I've stopped being friends with people, yes. Do you ever feel like your life is too boring or predictable? It 120% is. Do you think you will die happy? To be honest... I think no a lot of the time. Do you like looking at pictures? Yeah. Are you a submissive person? Very. Do you believe the dead can have connections with the living? I do. What are your views on the death penalty? I support it in extreme cases. Once you prove to be a thorough monster that deeply endangers other humans... you don't deserve life. We as a society have to work together, not destroy one another. Do you like horror movies? Why or why not? Yeah! I like the thrill of them. Would you ever be able to become a vegan? No; I am FAR too picky with my food. I want to be vegan, but I just wouldn't survive. What was your favorite toy as a child? I had a whole story based around some plastic dinosaurs, alligators, deer, and Pokemon figurines. Who was your first best friend? What is your favorite memory of/with them? Are you two still friends? Brianna. I don't know what my favorite memory is... We made a lot. We're Facebook friends, but we don't talk anymore. Would you rather hang out with someone who is always high or someone who constantly wants to get drunk all the time? High, I guess. Drunk people I think get sloppier and, in some cases, angry. The (few) high people I've been around have just been chill and friendly. How did you meet your newest friend? I'm not entirely sure who I consider to be my newest friend. The last time you kissed someone, were your arms around their neck? I don't think so? I'm pretty sure I was just hugging her around the waist. You have to get a facial piercing, what do you get? I've mentioned how I wanna get my nose re-pierced in multiple surveys. Do you straighten your hair? No. When is the next time you will see the person you like? Who knows, dude. I really want to be able to walk for two minutes without feeling like I'm dying before I go to an airport again, and even more importantly, even as a fully-vaccinated person, I want Covid to chill out before I travel again. And who the fuck knows when that'll be since people don't want to listen to goddamn professionals. Did you get to sleep in today? I actually slept through my alarm and was late to gym today. :x Your first dog? I was born into the family with a collie named Trigger, but she passed when I was a baby, so I don't have any memories of her. We got what I want to say was a Rottweiler mix named Angel at one point, who I consider our first family dog, but she was born with that disease that some puppies have where they just... die. Who I consider MY first REAL dog was Teddy. <3 Stood loyally by my side as my furry son and most devoted friend for around 13 years. Do you prefer mint, citrus, or cinnamon toothpaste? Mint. Are you one of those people who are always cold? No, I'm always hot. Have you done anything sneaky lately? No. Have you ever had feelings for someone and thought “This is the person I want to be with forever”? Yeah, twice. Do you keep notes, drawings or letters that people give you? Of course! Have you had a significant other that you never kissed? Well, boyfriends, but I wouldn't count the ones I haven't kissed as truly "significant other"s. Has anybody ever dated you only for your looks? I don't think so. Do you have any handshakes with anybody? Nah. What are you listening to? "Necessary Evil" by Motionless In White & Jonathan Davis. Would you take back your last boyfriend/girlfriend? Yeah. Who is your favorite band? How long have they been? Ozzy Osbourne. Since middle school. Who is your favorite author? I don't have a fave. Do you like cheesecake? BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH- How did you meet the last person you kissed? YouTube, back when it had more social aspects. Do you wake up cranky? Not usually, no. I'm actually in my best mood in the morning. Have you ever met your favorite band/singer? No, but holy fuck would that be awesome. I want to thank him for his music so badly. Do you have a good relationship with your parent(s)? Yeah. Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? My old house, yes, but not this one. Do chickens have feelings? Yes. Have you ever been to a spa? Yeah, even though I really wasn't interested. I just went with Colleen because she invited me. I appreciated her wanting to hang out and include me of course, so I was happy to go, but it's not something I'd do of my own volition. The last time you were in the fridge, what were you looking for? The lemonade. Favorite South Park character? I don't have one, given I'm not interested in the show. How often do you have to shave? When/where I shave grows back FAST, so frequently. Ever go ghost hunting? No but omg I'd love to. Someone date me just to go do this together one night lmao. Do you have any family in the military? No. Can you talk to your mother about most things? I know I CAN talk to her about absolutely everything, but I don't always. Would you ever homeschool your children? If they wanted it and it'd be beneficial to their health and educational success, then yes. Are you afraid of change? Oh boy, am I. Who’s your favourite character from one of your favourite books? I'll go with The Outsiders, in which case I remember it was Dally.

[satans-helper]

Dig A Little Deeper

Thank you for the tag, @beautifulcinephile 🍀

Do you prefer writing with a black pen or a blue pen? Black, always. 

Would you prefer to live in the country or in the city? Probably the happy medium of the suburbs? If I really had to choose, I’d go with the county, especially if I knew I’d still only have a short drive into the city. It would take a lot of adjusting for me to move so far out into the country that the city is like, more than 15 minutes away, but I do love fresh air and nature more than anything else and the quiet beauty of the country always appeals to me.

If you could learn a new skill, what would it be? I would really like to become a better cook. 

Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? I will drink coffee any way you give it to me, though I do usually prefer cream and sugar in it (especially if it’s iced) and I drink tea as is. Unless I’m sick, then I’ll throw some honey in there. Also Earl grey tea always needs milk.

What was your favorite book as a child? The Runaway Bunny when I was really little. I also really, really loved I Spy books and still have all of mine.

Do you prefer baths or showers? Literally just sitting in a tub full of dirty water doing absolutely nothing is not for me. Showers all the way.

If you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be? I’d love to be something brilliant and beautiful like a vampire or some woodland nymph but I think I was meant to be a harpy

Paper or electronic books? Paper! 

What is your favorite item of clothing? My black, red and orange striped sweater; my baby blue loose-knit sweater; my Radiohead North American 2018 tour shirt; my Chicago hoodie; my Def Leppard t-shirt; my GVF t-shirt; honestly all the t-shirts 

Do you like your name? Would you like to change it? My name is great. I’m the only Zara.

Who is a mentor to you? Nick Cave

Would you like to be famous? If so, what for? Not really, though gaining some sort of recognition for my writing has always been a goal of sorts. I feel like most writers never really get “famous” anyway, you’re really only famous within a particular realm of literature. But like, the thought of actually putting together and publishing a collection of poetry and having people buy it would be astounding. 

Are you a restless sleeper? Always. It’s a lot worse these days. I’ve managed to sleep through one night over the past like, three months. Trying to fall asleep is struggle, staying asleep is an even bigger struggle. This is why I don’t like going to bed nor do I like sleep in general lol it’s hard to enjoy something that’s entirely unenjoyable! 

Do you consider yourself to be a romantic person? I feel I am far more of a “romantic” person in the sense of the artistic and intellectual movement more so than the contemporary, common definition. But I’ll get back to you if I ever get a real opportunity to try.

Which element best represents you? Earth

Who do you want to be closer to? Myself, but in a healthier way.

Do you miss someone at the moment? Not really

Tell us about an early childhood memory. I remember getting one of those spinning, flailing sprinklers that was just like a big flower one summer when I was in preschool. I feel like only 90s kids would know what I’m talking about. But it was pink and it was so awesome and the memory of its tactile feeling is so vivid.

What is the strangest thing you have eaten? I don’t know if I’ve ever eaten anything all that strange? Fried alligator, which is amazing. I tried this canned pork by-product once, similar to Spam but not, that was okay. Eel. I’d like to try more “strange” things.

What are you most thankful for? All my basic needs being met; my friends; my health; my abilities; nature.

Do you like spicy food? I fucking love spicy food and crave it constantly. I have a bottle of Frank’s Red Hot on my desk right now. Need that heat and need that spice!

Have you ever met someone famous? I met Caesar Milan LOL

Do you keep a diary or journal? No. I really do advocate for a lot of people to give it a shot but journaling never did anything for me.

Do you prefer to use pen or pencil? Pen for sure

What is your star sign? Taurus sun

Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy? A solid in-between. I love getting that crunchy top later but then a couple spoonfuls down, you get it a little soggier but still relatively crisp. I love cereal in all forms.

What would you want your legacy to be? My trailblazing fan fiction LOL really, any of my writing, as long as I’m proud of it. And being known for always being passionately true to myself and my values.

Do you like reading? What was the last book you read? I do like reading. I used to love reading but higher education put a damper on it for me. I’ve been trying to read more and have successfully read a number of books over the past few months--most recently, I reread Weetzie Bat, which is one of my favorites. 

How do you show someone you love them? Quality time. You wanna hang out? I’m down, I don’t care what we do. Buying food sometimes, too. 

Do you like ice in your drinks? I never really use it myself apart from when I’m making myself a cocktail of some kind.

What are you afraid of? Everything, truly. 

What is your favorite scent? Anything pine-heavy, dark and/or woodsy; jasmine; basil.

Do you address older people by their name or surname? Their first name

If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? I would not work, for starters. And I would travel. Eat amazing food, always. Get another degree. Be free.

Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? The last time I was in either was a decade ago and, being a fragile 26 year old currently, I’m gonna go with pool. Pools don’t have threats living within them. The ocean is beautiful and I miss it but terrifying to me

What would you do if you found $50 in the ground? Did I see someone drop it? No? Then I’m keeping it. 

Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish? Yes, I’ve seen a few and yes, I did.

What is one thing you would want to teach your children? Study hard, but also have fun.

If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? I’m pretty set with my tattoos right now lol

What can you hear now? The a/c and my coworker rifling through a plastic bag in the break room 

Where do you feel the safest? In the sun, surrounded by trees and flowers. Also just home, whether it be my literal home or my city.

What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer? My crippling...unprecedented...exhausting anxiety and panic

If you could travel back to any era, what would it be? The 70s could be fun. Why not?

What is your most used emoji? Well, I’m on desktop now, but I think the pine tree or the pink heart 

Describe yourself using one word. I’m using two because no synonym for the phrase really has the same effect: on edge.

What do you regret the most? I just keep telling myself “no regrets” no matter what. 

Last movie you saw? I rewatched Moonlight.

Last TV show you watched? Community

Invent a word and its meaning. I got nothing.

I tag @mountainofthesunn @oblvions @imacrowcawcaw @ashesandacidrain @cantbehandled-ever @shes-outta-sight @supersonic-darling @juvinadelgreko if y’all want ~~

[szopenhauer]

Using the first letter of their name, use a word to describe your partner. meow Where’s the closest church to you?  like 10 minutes of walking 

Last thing you did that made you feel like an adult? look for a job? What’s your favorite picture of your mom? Dad? maybe What’s something exciting that’s happened to one of your friends recently? ask them Do you have any board games? If so, where do you keep them? yep, here and there What were the last things you glued together? two pages of a notebook If you have a collection of anything - where did you get most of that collection? thrift store/second hand

What was the last thing you purchased? food and t-shirt 

What are you wearing right now? pajama all day long sleeves and leggings What did you last order from a restaurant? smth disgusting that I don’t recommend And what restaurant was that from? local

Have you ever seen 50 First Dates? nope

Have you ever read any of John Green’s books? from what I remember If so, which one is your favorite? I don’t like him Are you a protective person? oh well... Does your license plate number contain the number 8? I don’t have a car Were you ever a ghost on Halloween? never Are you a fan of penguins? they’re ok Are you a good painter? meh Before buying a car, do you usually test drive it? dunno if I would  Have you ever met your favorite author? noooo Have you and your best friend ever liked the same person? sorta When was the last time someone called you babe or baby? recently  Do you have an older brother? he’s dead Do you watch Teen Wolf on MTV? I should lmfao

Do you have a movie that you have to watch during the summer every year? wtf Do you know anyone who has a flower tattoo? I believe Marta does Do you like the name Carter? not really Have you ever had a secret admirer? believe it or not but I had at least one How many different languages can you say goodbye in? 3 or more

Do you adore plaid pajama pants? why not

Can you see another person from where you are? my parents are asleep already

Can you curse in a foreign language? I can 

What was the last thing you tripped over? not sure what was last

Do you have anything to say about eels? remind me of Ariel (Ursula)

If you could have a giant swimming pool, what would you fill it with? it’s a secret ;)

When was the last time you ate cardboard? that didn’t happen, ever, in my whole life

What song is stuck in your head? Tame Impala - Borderline

What color is the carpet below your feet? there’s no carpet

Is it raining? no

What was the last thing you laughed at? smth with M.

Have you ever petted a chicken? yasss <3

What about a llama? I wish

Or a cow? petted a bit

Can you play pool? I tried ^^” 

Ever won a game of chess? I don’t recall

Approximately how long did this take? *shrug*

Where you a 90’s kid? I was born in 1992

What color(s) are the clothes you’re wearing? blue and grey

Where were you the last time you kissed someone? sigh...

Are you a godparent? no way

How much water do you drink in a day? 5 mugs?

Do you sleep too much or not enough? depends 

Have you ever gone a full day without interacting with another person? not possible Where were you going the last time you were on a train? Ełk or Warsaw

When you shop at IKEA, do you always stop to eat a snack/meal in the cafeteria? I did  Are there any ways in which you greatly differ from everyone else in your family? for example - I’m gay Do you have any gay relatives? speaking of the devil... Have you ever had to have a pet put down? I’m against that in most cases  Have you unfollowed, deleted, or blocked anyone on social media recently? not last days? If so, what was the reason? I block porn blogs that follow me constantly  Do you know what your vocal range is? no idea, that’s interesting When was the last time you spoke to your parents? this evening What’s the biggest financial mistake you’ve ever made? don’t wanna talk about those mistakes Do you like metal music? not a fan Have you ever turned down someone who didn’t handle the rejection well? could be worse When was the last time you went for a walk? yesterday What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed as a guest at someone’s house? counting my grandma and aunt? if not then one night  Are there any colleges or universities in the town you live in? there aren’t How bad was your acne when you were a teenager? bad Would you rather exercise on an elliptical or a stationary bike? eliptical

Do you know anyone that’s painfully, socially awkward?: ... me? How do you usually pose in your pictures?: make stupid faces to cover my ugliness XD Do you know anyone that absolutely freaks out if you try to take a picture of them?: me again Do you pick on them for it and attempt to take loads of pictures anyway?: stop! If you ever had to take care of a fake baby in family ed - were you a good mother/father?: not applicable Do any of your friends put ‘lol’ in almost every single text they send you?: I do that too so...

Do you like movies more if they’re based on actual events?: prefer fiction What would you do if your gf was hitting on someone else right in front of you?: I would be sad Can you recall the first person you ever drank/got drunk/high with?: John and arab ^ are you still friends?: I still chat on fb with J. but only rarely What did you last stretch the truth about?: hmm... Have you ever had withdrawals from something?: omg  Someone?: that as well How many nicknames can you think of for marijuana?: weed, marycha, Mary, trawka What about the police?: better keep quiet lol Do you know how to use roman numerals properly?: yep Most people who’ve slept over at your house all at once?: 5 Have you ever stapled yourself?: I’m not that clumsy Who would you like to spend the night with?: you know who... Is flirting really cheating?: it is What’s something you own that’s /only/ of sentimental value?: shitload of stuff What song would you use to torture someone?: smth that they hate  Has anyone licked you today?: lmfao  Three things you want to live without?: my problems A random stranger walks up to you and says 'you’re hot’. You say: ...

Do you wear the same shirt multiple times before washing? I might Would you rather be surrounded by maple trees, fir trees, or palm trees? definitely not palms What does your favorite bikini look like? I only own one bathsuit Do you have a balcony? we do have a balcony 

Is Friday 13th REALLY that unlucky? Do you believe in any superstitions? normal day for me (I started to worry when I typed that down - kuszenie losu)

Does your country celebrate Halloween differently than in other places? Poland doesn’t really celebrate Halloween tbh

Do you see many bats in your area? sadly not, that’d be nice

How many board games do you own? mine or family’s?

Newest musical discovery? bunch of Tame Impala songs Last thing you cleaned? washed a wooden knife What exactly do you carry around all your stuff in? I own plenty of bags/backpacks/totes etc. What is your Mercury sign?  still Aquarius Last thing you disposed of? food package and paper kitchen towel Are you good at recovering from injuries? been told How many different public restrooms have you used this week? less than 5? Do you have more piercings or tattoos? equally none What was the last picture someone sent you? selfie I asked for to make a morph out of our faces Did you hear a siren today? I did not What do you typically drink? water

[jessica-doom]

Draco had trust issues. He was prone to jealousy and could be, admittedly, a bit psychotic. He was definitely also a clueless git. He had issues believing anyone could love him for the person he was. He had issues. That was the plain and simple of it. And those issues caused likely irreparable problems.

"Do you ever even listen to me?"

It wasn't the shouting or raised voice that caused Draco to flinch. It wasn't the fact that his eardrums were ringing or that spit flecked his face. It was the words. It was the pure hate hiding behind them. It was the way they made him feel deep in that crevice where the jealousy and the issues and the problems lived. He flinched because he felt those words hit him right at the center of everything. And he felt that center feasting on the one good thing he had left in his life – tainting it until it was something he no longer recognized.

It wasn't until he registered the slamming of the front door that Draco fully realized he'd lost the fight. And, potentially, more. With that door closed so resolutely between them, he'd lost the chance to plead his case. To defend himself and swear up and down that he did listen. Of course he listened.

How could he not listen when passion laced every breath Harry Potter ever spoke? How could he not want to train his eyes on those lips, memorizing every syllable that passed through them? Even when the words were nothing but drunken babble, they were still laced with everything Amortentia smelled like.

There really was no telling if Harry was ever going to come back. He had no real reason to.

One of his jumpers was still in Draco's wardrobe, but that was something he could probably live without. Even if Draco couldn't because it reminded him of the night they both slipped on ice while coming home from the market. It reminded him of the deep red blush on Harry's face as they watched cans of soup roll out into traffic. It reminded him of the dopey smile on that man's face as he tried to gather the rest of the food, shoving it in the pockets of the jumper. It reminded him of that deep-bellied laugh Draco earned when he tried to 'help' by loading up the hood with now-bruised apples.

Harry had a toothbrush by the bathroom sink, as well. It was green – an intentional choice made by Draco. The green of the man's eyes was ingrained behind his own closed lids like a permanent background to his everyday thoughts. The bristles of the brush were fanning out, flattening from vigilant use. At first Draco had found it insulting that Harry would always go for the toothbrush after they'd been intimate. It felt like he was trying to scrub clean some sort of dirty feeling Draco left within him. But the longer time stretched on and the more he saw the ritual, the more comfort it instilled within him personally. He would lie back in his bed, fresh with their mingled musk, watching it unfold through the open door while his mouth watered for the minty kiss that would soon follow when Harry climbed back in beside him. Nuzzling into him like there was nowhere else he would rather be.

The only other notable thing Harry left in the small, cramped flat was the ghost of himself. Every crack and corner of Draco's home was filled with the memory of the man he had come to love more than anything he could remember even dreaming for his life. Memories of where he'd sat, where they'd shagged, where they'd sunk to the floor in the kitchen and just…talked about absolutely nothing and everything all at once. Draco couldn't even grab a mug from the cupboard without some wanton thought pushing its way into his mind.

Draco didn't know if Harry was ever coming back. He didn't know if he was ever going to get a second chance. And he would rightly deserve it if he didn't. He had always been and would likely always be at least a bit of a prick. It was coded into his genetics. But he was trying. He was trying so. Damn. Hard. He'd never tried harder at anything he'd ever done than to be the kind of person Harry Potter could be proud of.

"He's probably not coming back," Draco muttered. The universe had been hanging in a precarious balance since the two of them even thought about dating. Just tipped enough to allow a glimpse into a reality that should never exist. Just enough for a taste. Just enough for Draco to get his fill of 'what if's and 'maybe's. Just enough for him to taste it and crave more.

All before everything tilted back to normal and everything he'd grown comfortable in was ripped from his grasp.

"For Salazar's sake, Malfoy, stop being so dramatic," he countered with and pushed up from his collapsed state on the sofa. "If he comes back then fine. Fine. If he doesn't…. You'll deal with it. But if he comes back…." If Harry Potter decided Draco Malfoy was miraculously still worth his time, Draco wanted to show him everything. Everything. And he wanted it to be perfect. So to fill that growing, consuming void inside, Draco set himself to work.

It was nearing on midnight when Draco finally heard the knock on his door. The weight of an entire bottle of merlot made him reluctant to answer at all. But his hard work nagged at him and he honestly didn't know if he would get another chance if he screwed this one up. Swaying just a bit, he pulled the door open and tried to very casually lean in the doorway. The wine in his bloodstream, however, skewed his execution. Instead of leaning, he practically fell against the frame. Massaging his shoulder with a mild blush, he found it rather difficult to meet Harry's waiting eyes.

"You're drunk."

With mild confidence and a bitten back smirk, Draco pulled in the familiar stench of Canadian whisky. "As are you…." With just the inkling of an upturned lip, Draco chanced a glance upward. Harry wasn't smiling and a second later neither was he. "Why'd you come back?"

Harry shrugged, his body language matching his fixed frown. "We didn't finish our fight."

"You finished," Draco said slowly, stepping back to allow the other entrance into his flat. "Will you allow me the chance to have my say?" Neither of them would have been humbled enough to allow this sober. That was likely a red flag they were both pointedly ignoring. But since they were both rather gone, Harry stepped in with a proud nod and Draco slowly closed the door behind him. His nerves were dancing, even though he had been working towards this moment for hours. "It took several warming charms, but I think everything is still ready," he muttered, trying to funnel Harry toward the dining table.

"I'm…I'm not really hungry?" Harry replied, looking absolutely confused even as he settled into a chair. On the table were no less than ten plates of food all covered in magical bubbles. "Your side of our fights doesn't usually come with a menu."

Sitting as far across the table from Harry as possible, Draco reached into the center and poked the bubble covering one of the dishes. It dissipated with a flashy billow of smoke, filling the room with the butteriness of hot water crust pastry. "I'm not fighting. Not really. The only fighting I plan to do is for you, I suppose…." Again, if he had been sober, such corny words would never have come out of his mouth. "Pie and mash from Broadway Market."

For a moment, Harry merely blinked. His mouth flapped open and closed, but he didn't take his eyes from the platter. "Why?" was all he could say and even that barely squeaked out through obvious emotion.

Draco's merlot-slicked lips finally quirked into a comfortable smile. "Because I listen, Potter. When you were young, your aunt and uncle couldn't get anyone to watch you for one of their long weekend trips to London, so they had to take you along. For lunch one of those days, you all went to Broadway Market and as a joke, your cousin made you eat pie and mash without telling you what it was. You ended up being allergic to eel. It was an eventful trip, to say the least."

"So you listened to one of my sad childhood stories. Am I supposed to give you some sort of prize for that?"

With how badly he'd messed up, Draco wasn't really expecting it to be that easy. But the crass way in which Harry spoke still stung. Sighing softly, he reached out and popped another bubble. "Treacle tart."

"Everybody knows it's my favorite dessert."

"But does everybody know you ate two entire tarts on your twentieth birthday? Or that you vomited it all up after getting sloshed on shit vodka?" Harry stayed silent, probably running through his mind whether that was public knowledge or not. Taking advantage of the silence, Draco continued on as he continued to pop more bubbles. "I know you don't like peanut butter because it gives you gas. And I know you think the white parts of candy canes taste better for some reason. I know you lost your virginity to the little Weasette shortly after she graduated and afterward you cried in the bathroom with an entire pack of Walker's because that was supposed to be the one easy thing in your life and even that wasn't right. I know your favorite foods and your favorite brand of toilet tissue. And I know you hate the Prophet with your life even though you still read it every morning – but only because I pay for a subscription anyway.

"I knew about your promotion. And I knew about the ceremony. I know you wanted me to be there. I also know that absolutely everyone who is important at the Ministry was also going to be there. And that all of those people do not like me or the fact that we're dating. I know all of this because I listen to you. And I know…that if I had gone to that ceremony, everything would have become about me…when it should have been about you. So that's why I didn't go. Not because I don't listen to you, Harry, but because I was trying to be…nice. Or considerate.

"I listen to you. It's important to me that you know that."

Harry's face remained stoic. He didn't flinch past the initial confusion and Draco was honestly certain he might not care. That his being here might just be a matter of drunken circumstance. Their whole relationship started off as such. Harry never would have given Draco a chance in the first place if it hadn't been for the pliant effects of alcohol. It only seemed fitting that alcohol should be there for the end of them, too.

The silence stretched on too long. Long enough that Draco just didn't think he could stand it any longer. And that was humiliating. Deciding to call it – his grand gesture being nothing more than a fruitless effort – he stood, chair legs screeching on the wood floor and echoing the turmoil he wanted to scream out. He couldn't find the words any longer. All he could muster was the will to walk past Harry, saying goodbye to the best thing in his life with a casual swipe of his fingers through the man's ever-messy hair.

"I love you, too, Draco."

That happy smile pushed itself back onto Draco's face before he could even think about stopping it. And all he wanted for the rest of his life was to listen to this man say those words over and over again.

[purplesurveys]

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All About the Letter E

Please List! (at least one)

Animals I Like: Elephants! And emus, mostly because of the Emu War I had watched a video about recently.

Foods I Like: Eggs. All kinds of them. I also like Eggs Benedict, empanadas, eggplants, eclairs, escargot, and I loooove eel. 

I Know Someone Who’s (jobs): Editor, editorial assistant, editor-in-chief - surprise surprise, I’m a journalism student haha.

I Wouldn’t Mind Visiting: Egypt and Ethiopia. I also want to go back to El Nido in Palawan.

Sometimes I Feel: Excited, enthusiastic, but mostly embarassed.

Music I Listen To: Ed Sheeran, Eraserheads, Ella Fitzgerald.

Movies I’ve Seen: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Eraserhead, Emperor’s New Groove, Evil Dead, The Exorcist, Ex Machina (the first ten minutes of it anyway), Eyes Wide Shut.

Names I Like: Emilia, Emma, Elliott, Ezra, Eden, Elizabeth.

And now, onto the random questions!

Do you believe in equality? Of course. Reeeally big on it too.

Early to bed or early to rise? Mmm, neither honestly. I sleep way too late to the point of it being unhealthy, which means I don’t get up particularly early either.

Are you early or late for appointments? I get to the venue early, then show up exactly on time.

Have you ever had an ear infection? I have not. I imagine that would majorly suck though.

Do you go see an eye doctor? This implies that I do it regularly, so no. I did have to visit one when I still could because my left eye would feel like there was something stuck inside of it and it hurt to blink. The eye drops prescribed to me didn’t really help and would only provide short-term relief, but I never got to go back and have my eye re-checked cause we were under lockdown by then. Occasionally I’d still get spells of being irritated.

How many earrings do you wear? None. I ruined my left ear piercing years ago so I’ve had to stick with clip-ons, but I haven’t worn any in a while because I’ve lost most of them, because I’m terrible at being organized with such tiny things lol.

Do you care about the environment? How do you help the Earth? Yes, I reduce and recycle whenever I can; I’m very particular about segregating my trash; I save on paper by always folding a page in half if I have to fill it up; and as icky as it is I always pick up trash at public places when I see it – I’ve since had Gabie pick up the habit too. How often do you exercise? Do you go to a gym or do it on your own? The only exercise I get is going on short strolls with Kimi. I do it for leisure, not for workout-y purposes. I did have a rigorous PE class last sem where we’d have to do like 50 pushups, 30 pullups, five-minute planks, lifting 80-lb barbells, etc every meeting and it was honestly a lot of fun; but I was never able to maintain the exercises we did once the class ended.

What are your favorite things to eat? Unhealthy things like cheeseburgers and corndogs, ~fancier desserts~ like macarons and eclairs, savory food like ramen and curry, and seafood. My tastes are all over the place, lmao.

Do you know anyone who is pure evil? I know shitty people, but ‘pure evil’ is pushing it.

Do you get along with everyone? Not always because I can be quite vocal and that doesn’t sit well with some people; and it’s usually easy to tell if I don’t like someone even if I act civil. I always try my best to be friendly though.

Do you have a certain routine that you go through every day? Yes. I need my routines otherwise my anxiety will absolutely blow up. Spontaneity is fine with me but not when it comes to this.

Have you ever felt like you’ve lost everything? Yup.

Is there anywhere you’d like to explore? The rest of the world. For the most part, there’s no place I’d say no to going.

Elevators or escalators? Escalators because at least it’s in an open area, and if it breaks down I can just go up or down as if it were stairs.

What do you do in the evening? Dinner, play with Kimi and now Cooper, and I usually take my surveys by evening. Sometimes I’ll make a cup of coffee too.

Have you ever been evaluated for anything before? Yes, both as part of a group and just me, individually.

What’s the worst you’ve ever done on an exam? I got the lowest possible grade that my old school offered once or twice. In college, I once got something like a 40/100 in an economics class HAHAHAH

Are you easily exhausted? No, as long as the weather cooperates. If it were hot and humid I’d be a lot more sluggish.

Do you like visiting exhibits? Depends on the subject. < Same. I wouldn’t go to an exhibit that would get too technical on engineering, for one.

Have you ever felt exiled? I’ve felt that in my home many times.

Have you ever felt like everybody was talking about you? Yeah, but I don’t feel like opening up that can of worms right now since it’s a complicated story lol.

Have you ever entered through an exit sign or exited through an enter sign? I’m sure I have.

How have humans evolved over time? In a lot of ways. We’ve lost some tiny body parts, changed our mindsets on stuff like slavery, changed up our fashion sense, removed and added words from/onto our vocabulary, developed our cuisines, etc. I highly recommend Bill Wurtz’s ‘history of the entire world, i guess’ video haha.

Would you ever consider eloping? No. Not to sound ignorant, but I genuinely mostly don’t know what that entails since it’s not really a part of our culture. One thing’s for sure though, I wanna get married with a bunch of people watching.

If you could erase one mistake from your past, what would it be? I wouldn’t call it a mistake because it was who I am at the time...but I hate the fact that my college experience is forever stained with how much I sulked during my freshman year.

When’s the last time you’ve used email? How about sending something through the mail in an actual envelope? For email, it was like a week ago when I had to reply to a company emailing our org to endorse their internship opportunities. I don’t think I ever sent anything to anyone through mail...? I’ve written handwritten letters, but I personally gave them to the person it was meant for.

Do you dye eggs at Easter time? Nah we only did that once.

Is the glass half empty or half full? Depends on the situation, for me.

Have you ever had elbow macaroni before? Sure! My favorite recipe is Mama Lou’s truffle mac and cheese. Soooooo savory and so, so unfairly good.

Have you ever fractured or dislocated your elbow? Never. That sounds awful. I’ve seen arm wrestling matches go wrong and those were bad enough. Do you know how long an era or an eon is? An era is dependent on events, isn’t it? Like the hippie era, the grunge era, etc. My understanding is that they are socially defined and therefore don’t have a set time period. I believe an eon is an very long but unspecified amount of time. I’m trying to remember this without Googling, so I could be wrong, but those are my interpretations of the words. < There ya go. It’s a little too late in the night for me to be up for defining either in my own words haha.

Do you chew the Extra brand of gum? I don’t think so. I don’t think we have that here.

When was the last time someone showed empathy towards you? Few weeks ago when I was horribly sick and dad willingly took care of me, gave me sponge baths, and listened to every single one of my requests.

Did you have an Elf on the Shelf growing up? No. I’m not sure I know what that is.

Is your bedtime closer to eight or eleven? Eight...AM. :(((

Would you go around the world in eighty days? Nah I’d want to stop in too many places. You can’t see a country in a day. < True. While I was very much in love with my cruise vacation, it also meant that I just had an afternoon to explore as much as I can of South Korea and Japan. And I wish I had more time in both places.

Did you turn eighteen in high school, or afterwards? Shortly afterwards. My graduation was in March, I turned 18 by April.

[a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

[the-kouchfort]

Boldly been there.. boldly done that?

Driven 100 mph -  YEP! Some cars are just smooth enough that you can accidentally hit 130mph if you’re not paying attention. Ridden in a helicopter -  No, though I’d love to! Gone zip lining -  Nope. Never been anywhere that I could. Been to an NFL game -  Nah, we don’t really like baseball around here. Been to Canada -  Nope. Closest I’ve gotten was Alaska which is practically Canadia. Visited Florida -  Nope Visited Mexico -    Nope Visited Las Vegas - Yes! Only for a night. Went to a show, ate some great food, then went on to California to spend two weeks with my bestest friend @theshadowborn No Eaten alone at a restaurant -  Yep. Doesn’t bother me, and I’m not sure why it bothers people at all. You gotta eat, right? Ability to read music -   Yes! All the way from bass cleff to treble clef, both in singing and playing strings. Even piano. Ridden a motorcycle -   Yeeeees. When dad was a patrol officer, he used to take me to work on his bike. The kids thought I was soooo cool =D Ridden a horse -  Yes!! My aunt taught all of us who wanted to learn. The rule was if you could touch the horse’s ear without getting terrified, then you were old enough to learn to ride. I’ve been told I was 3 when I stood up in the saddle and hugged Amber’s neck, then grabbed her ear. I know for sure that my aunt helped me to stand. She said I was bold and unafraid, so she enjoyed helping me. NO idea if it’s true, or just one of those family stories that gets blown out of proportion. I did grow up riding every time we went to their place, however, and even got my first broken bones there at the age of 7. Donated blood -  Not yet. I was always too anemic to do so. Been snow skiing -   Noppers, and I’m not sure I ever would. I’m too clumsy. Been to Disney World -  Nope, and no interested in doing so. Crowds? no thanks. Not unless I’m drugged up with my anxiety meds. Disney Land -  Nope, for the same reasons. Slept outside -  Oh yes. I used to go camping all the time as a kid. Second favorite thing to do besides riding horses. Driven a stick shift - Yep. My first car, and the car I learned on were standard. Ridden in an 18 wheeler - Yes. Interesting time. Ex roommate was a driver of a dump, and a transport. I was interested in driving, and he took me with him for a full day’s driving to see if I was still interested. Ridden in a police car? - Yes, unfortunately. Driven a boat -  No, though I wanted to. Uncle didn’t trust me. But then, he didn’t trust anyone with his baby. Eaten Escargot -  No, but I’ve heard it’s tasty. Been on a cruise -  Hells no. Dirty, nasty places. Run out of gas -  Oh yeah. The ‘best’ time was when I ran out of gas on the hill of a highway exit. We did manage to get out and push the damned thing uphill, though. Hardest physical thing I’ve ever done. Been on TV -  No. Almost was though. One of our news stations wanted to interview kids who’d been sent back to their biological parents when Texas decided to do that across the state. Some stupid bitch convinced them that we had been removed as a bad thing. You know... damaging, right? well, they dropped the interviews, and story. Likely forced to do so because most of us were sent back to abusive situations. Eaten Sushi -  YES! Though my favorite thing in existence is a Black Dragon Roll with eel and stuff in it. I love eel so damn much! Seen a UFO -  Yes, I believe so. In any case, I’ve seen something several times, years apart that moves too fast, in too sharp a direction (right angles and such) to be something that belongs to humans. We’re just not there yet, especially since the first time was when I was 15. Been Bungie jumping - Nope. Been stuck in the house for days - Since I can’t leave the house without being drugged to the gills -almost drunk- I’d say a big yes to this one.

Thanks @kuzi-the-hunturr for tagging me in this one! It was fun to answer =)

Tagging @momma-mentor-ffxiv @sir-camelot @unabashedrebel @oocwhimsy @handhour-galleries and anyone who wants!

[phoenix-downer]

Life in Pink

For SoKai Week Day 2 - The Perfect Date

Ever since he’d gotten back, each day spent with Sora was a new adventure.

“Can I take the blindfold off yet?” Kairi asked, tugging at at the bandana wrapped around her eyes. She had no idea where he’d taken her this time; all she knew was that they weren’t on Destiny Islands anymore. Riding in the Gummi Ship without being able to see anything had been a trip.

Sora gave her hand a quick squeeze. “Not yet. We’re almost there.”

Her eyesight impeded, she had to go off her senses of smell and hearing instead. The ground beneath them was smooth, and the autumn air would be a little nippy if it weren’t for the jacket she’d “borrowed” (more like stolen) from Sora. Every now and then she’d catch a conversation here or there – young kids, old couples, families. They must be in a town.

And oooh, what was that smell? Like rosemary and garlic and butter and—

“Okay, we’re here. You can take the blindfold off.”

She did, and the first thing she saw was Sora’s smiling face and outstretched arms. Behind them was a fancy-looking sign that said “Le Grand Bistrot.” The windows and doorway were lit up, full of warmth and light that spilled out onto the patio. Happy couples and families just about filled all the tables, taking advantage of the nice autumn weather.

“Oh, the bistro!” She knew where they were now. Twilight Town.

“You’ve been here before?”

She nodded. “Uh-huh. Hayner, Pence, and Olette brought me here. The food’s great.”

He grinned at that. “Yeah.” Holding out his arm, he asked, “Shall we?”

She looped her arm through his as he led them inside, and a familiar face greeted them.

“Oh! Hey Sora, Kairi,” Hayner said, looking very official in his slacks and white button-down shirt. “I take it you’re here for your dinner reservation at seven?”

“Yup,” Sora answered, fiddling with his tie.

“You are good to go,” Hayner said as he crossed their name off the list. He nodded at Olette, and she smiled and grabbed two menus for them.

“Right this way, please,” she said. They went through the main dining room past all the busy tables and into a small room she hadn’t seen before. It was lit by candlelight, and there was a single table set for two. Kairi and Sora were written on fancy little cards in front of each of the chairs. A bouquet of daisies, asters, and forget-me-nots were in a vase in the center of the table, and the silverware was so elegant she almost hated to get it all messy by using it.

“Oh, Sora, this is beautiful,” she said softly.

Pence was waiting for them, a big grin on his face. “Welcome! Kairi, if I may?” he asked as he motioned towards Kairi’s jacket. She shrugged it off and handed it to him, and he took it and hung it up in the corner.

“Thanks, Pence, Olette, I’ll take it from here,” Sora said as he pulled Kairi’s chair out for her and she sat down and smoothed the skirt of her dress.

Pence gave them a thumbs up, and Olette set the menus down and grinned before closing the door behind them. “Enjoy!” she called with a wink.

Kairi turned to look at Sora as he took his suit jacket off and hung it up. “S-Sora?”

“I’ll be your chef and waiter tonight,” he said, giving her a shy smile as he donned an apron.

“You can cook?”

She plastered her hand over her mouth, not meaning her words to come out quite like that, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

“Hard to believe, huh? But it’s true, I can cook now. Learned from the very best.”

Kairi wondered who he meant, but before she could ask, he moved to the far side of the room and pulled the curtains back. The windows were clear glass and opened up directly onto the pristine kitchen. She’d have a good view of him as he made their food.

He turned to her again. “All those times when we were kids, you cooked for me,“ he said as he rolled his sleeves up. “Let me return the favor for once.”

She ducked her head, her cheeks flushing. “Okay.”

He grinned and grabbed a remote from the little stand in the corner. A few moments later, and one of her favorite pieces of music started playing. The lyrics were simple enough, but they’d always resonated with her. Life in pink, life through rose-tinted glasses, was a lot better than life in blue. Than life without Sora.

He gestured to the menu. “What will you be having tonight, mademoiselle?”

She giggled as she opened it. “I didn’t know you could speak French, either.”

“Un peu,” he said. “Picked it up from a friend. I know enough to translate any of the dishes you might not know.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a notepad. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

She flipped through the menu, and sure enough, everything had elegant French names. All the dishes looked delicious, too. She wasn’t sure how she was going to decide on what to eat.

“You can really make everything on the menu?”

“Yup.”

“What would you recommend, then, monsieur?”

“Hmmm, let’s see,” he said as he leaned over her shoulder. “The Ratatouille’s really good. It’s got a bunch of veggies with bay leaf and thyme. So’s the Pumpkin Velouté. It’s a soup with pumpkin and truffles. The Beef Bourguignon is probably my favorite meat dish, and if you want fish, the Eel Matelote and Sea Bass en Papillote are both really good. And for dessert I’d have to recommend the Chocolate Mousse or the Berries au Fromage.”

Her stomach growled. “It all sounds delicious. How about you surprise me?”

“Okay,” he said as he scribbled a few things down. “What will you have to drink?”

“Just water, please. Maybe coffee with dessert.”

“Alright, I’ll get started on your meal for you,” he said.

She watched as he went into the kitchen and prepared their meals. Every now and then he’d glance at her with a grin on his face, especially after he’d pulled off a particularly impressive trick with the ingredients, but mostly he was focused intently on the cooking.

She rested her chin on her hands and sighed. For some reason he was even cuter than normal. Maybe it was the way he bit his lower lip, or how the tip of his tongue stuck out when he was really focused on something. Or maybe it was the fact that he was cooking her gourmet French food. Either way, she felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

When he emerged from the kitchen again, it was with their drinks and appetizers: two hot dishes of Ratatouille. Kairi’s eyes fluttered shut as she savored the tasty vegetables. It was like all the flavors were blending together in perfect harmony.

He wasn’t done though. Afterwards came the Beef Bourguignon, which was to die for. The red wine gave it just the right flavor, and everything down to the garnish was impeccable. It was a good thing all this food took so long to prepare, because it meant she’d actually have enough room in her stomach for it.

After that came the dessert, coffee and the Chocolate Mousse. He brought that out to her and set it before her, but the fruit garnish was missing. He knelt at her feet, his head about level with the table.

“Kairi? I want you to meet the chef who taught me how to cook. He’s the one who came up with all these recipes, and he helped me make our food tonight, too.”

Kairi peered into the kitchen. How—

“Not in there. Here.”

Her eyes snapped back to Sora, or more specifically, Sora’s head. Because perched on his head, peeking out from between his spikes, was a— was a—

She put one hand over her mouth and clutched her napkin with another. “Sora, there’s a— there’s a—”

“A rat on my head?” Sora said with a grin. “Yeah, I know.” He reached his hand up, and the little rat hopped on. It wore a small bowtie, and in its paws it held a ripe red strawberry. “This is Little Chef, and he wanted to put the finishing touches on your dessert for you tonight.”

He presented Little Chef to Kairi, and she looked into the little rat’s eyes. He was so cute. Holding that strawberry for her because he wanted to put the finishing touches on the mousse himself. How sweet. Sure, he was a rat, but his little paws looked clean, and so did his fur. Who was she to say he couldn’t be a chef? And if Sora said he was one, then she believed him. As far as she was concerned, Little Chef was the world’s tiniest chef, and a talented one to boot.

He gestured towards the mousse with the strawberry, and she smiled and nodded.

“Please. Thank you, Little Chef.”

She could have sworn the little rat smiled back as he carefully placed the strawberry on top of her mousse. He grabbed another strawberry from Sora’s hand and put it on Sora’s mousse, then Sora offered him a little plate with a rat-sized portion of dessert on it.

“Mind if he joins us?”

“Not at all.”

Little Chef was adorable as he ate, too, clutching his food in his paws as he nibbled at it. And the mousse tasted incredible, the perfect cap to a wonderful meal. Kairi leaned back and sighed as she sipped on her coffee. What a lovely date.

Sora wasn’t finished, however. After they’d had time to digest their food, he hung his apron up and offered his hand. The music was still floating through the air, and it was back to her favorite song.

“May I have this dance?” he said.

She smiled and took his hand. “I thought you’d never ask.”

As they swayed back and forth in each other’s arms, Kairi sighed. What a lovely end to a lovely evening. Then it got even better as Sora softly sang the words of the song to her. Where he’d learned how to do that, she decided not to ask.

With him, life was always in pink. The wonderful date and delicious food were lovely, but they weren’t necessary.

As long as they were together, that was all she needed.

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Back when I was doing the KH3 Countdown Challenge, I wrote a piece called Anyone Can Cook about Sora learning how to cook with Rémy. In it he mentioned wanting to cook for Kairi to surprise her, and I’ve been planning this followup for awhile now. Hope you enjoyed! The suggestion for Rémy to wear a bowtie is courtesy of @angel-with-a-pipette and this story is dedicated to her :)

The title is a reference to a famous French song - feel free to take a guess at what it is!

[servetolive]

What's it like growing up Polynesian?

Hello there! Wow, what a question!

I grew up in the states with a Samoan mother and an American father. Mother came to the states at the age of 18 as an army transplant. I want to say that there are a lot of similarities between how we grew up and how Asian kids grow up. Polynesian culture is also based on filial piety, and the elders in the family are like god. There is no arguing, no talking back, even if your parent is wrong. No making eye contact. Lots of asswhoopings. Older kids are responsible for the younger kids. Children and the elderly eat first. We also absolutely have to have our family close, not grow up and move away. (I don't like this, lol)

No noise is made in the kitchen while cooking. No walking in front of elders or standing above them. Kids are not allowed around adults during important conversations, and we are not included in any decision making process at all. I found that weird with palagi (white folks) that I grew up with; their parents would talk to them about the affairs of the house and stuff, but it's done to prepare them! Everything I did in front of Samoan company and family, I had to think very hard about as I'm also American, and very headstrong. Some things are not very compatible with Western culture, like giving away precious, expensive, or personal items as gifts. We don't really have money there; it's hard for us to understand when we come to the states. We only know abundance.

Life is centered around Church in the Samoas. I only had this experience once when we had a community in Georgia that we belonged to. It's fun and great for kids, but as I got older, I noticed that Christianity has severely eroded our old ways of life. My favorite legend that my mom used to tell me is Sina and the Eel. The original story includes a hint of bestiality. When I told my mother this, she was shocked and scandalized and denied it. She only knew a sanitized Christian version. Also, our "traditional" dress, the puletasi, covers the shoulders and legs. We all know that Polynesian people wore no such thing before the 19th century missionaries came, and I resent that it's called "our traditional dress." if you want to follow the old practices, you can't because they're completely destroyed by white people and nobody knows them. The puletasi is pretty though, and my own daughter wears it.

In Samoa, we have a third gender called fa'afafine. This is for male assigned Transwomen and is completely normal. Unfortunately there is no such thing for female assigned lesbian or transman, which is what I am. So my "condition" confuses my mother and family, and it is not well accepted. (idc though, I gave them a grandchild, they'll get over it u.u)

One great thing about Samoan culture is that we absolutely love our kids. Maybe it's not so great because we spoil them too (I'm the spoilt youngest one, my daughter is also the spoilt first granddaughter) and it affects our ability to go off and lead independent lives. In Samoa this is fine because life is simple, but in the West it's very difficult to hang around your mom all the time and your parents constantly have a say in your affairs. It also makes us codependent. :(

About that abundance, we like to freaking EAT. Feeding our children is one of the most important things to do, and there's no restraint. It's "eat more, eat more, take it with you!" if I was ever away for a long time, all my mom had to do was cook my favorite food and call me and I'll visit. When I spend lots of time with my mom, I come away having gained a few pounds. 🙄

In fact, today, I'm going to visit my mom. She cooked me fa'i (plantains), and I'm going to fry them up to eat with wahoo, which is my favorite snack. See all the oil? It's sopped up with the bananas, that are also fried in oil.

I hope this answered your question! :) feel free to ask something else and I'll try to answer! thanks for asking, I really enjoyed talking about it!

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

The Eel River Inn (10/?)

Bucky watched you with your fans discreetly. Some of them made you desperately uncomfortable.  But none more so than Tony fucking Stark as he laid out a schematic you had designed. 

He laid it out and asked for you to sign it, “This little device right here,” he said, “This is magic. I couldn’t have made the newest Ironman suit without it... You sure you don’t want a job?”

You pale a little and shake your head, “No, I really really don’t want to work for someone else again.” Bucky notices the tremor in your hands and he comes to stand next to you, “Stark,” he says quietly, “Back off.” Tony glances down at your hands and nods, sliding you a card, “Well, if you ever change your mind or just wanna talk, give me a call. I’d love to see what you’re working on out in your barn.” Bucky gives him a look and Tony smirks, “I’ve been trying to get a peek in that barn for years. Y/N has always made my early work look positively boring.”

You glance up at Stark, blushing a little and he shakes your hand, “I’m just sorry I didn’t get to you first. Stark Industries and SHEILD could use a mind like yours.” He does back off then and Bucky kisses your head, “You hungry, Doll?” he asked, “I know a nice little ice cream place around the corner.” You half turn and smile up at him, “Stop feeding my addiction,” you grouse, “I’m gonna get fat.” Bucky shakes his head, “There are worse things to be, and also, no you won’t. You need the calories. You’ve hardly eaten more than a few bites of anything in the last couple days.”

He really is worried. When you’re manic and running every which way, you don’t eat because you don’t realize 12 hours have passed since you stopped and drank a cherry coke and ate spicy pickles. And when you’re depressed you don’t eat because, well. Everything is pointless and nothing matters and you just can’t make yourself do it... That’s where you are now. They’re both equally terrifying to Bucky but at least getting you to eat when you’re manic is just a matter of distracting you long enough to get you to eat. “C’mon, beautiful,” he says, kissing you softly, “I’m an old man, all I want is to take a pretty dame out to get some ice cream and then maybe, just maybe, get a little kiss goodnight.” Your cheeks color and he smiles tenderly, “I got the prettiest girl in the room,” he murmured, “Now I just gotta get her to eat some ice cream with me... The kiss good night. Well. We’ll worry about that later.”

His flirting and the promise of your favorite food are enough to get you to let him help you out of your seat. You’re tired. Exhausted if you’re honest. It takes a lot of energy to put on a bright face for fans while you just want to sleep and hug the gnawing emptiness until the switch flips again and you feel anything else. Lady stays close to one side of you and Bucky stays close to the other, holding you against his side, being a physical barrier between you and everyone else. Reminding you gently that your depression likes to lie and you are not, in fact, alone. That you are loved, by someone other than your dog.

In the ice cream shop, which he googled after watching you push food around listlessly at lunch, he orders three scoops of ice cream in flavors he knows you like, and orders himself a cone and a dish of vanilla for Lady. The poor thick coated dog sweltering in the heat as she lays in the shade lapping water out of a pop up doggie bowl at your feet. Bucky watches you take care of her and not for the first time, he’s grateful for the big blonde baby. She’s a service dog, she takes care of you in her way. But she’s so much more than a dog. She’s your best friend. Your anchor point when you don’t know which direction to go. Even now through the depression fog, you can still function because that fuzzy tragedy is there. It’s sweet. The way you look after her to look after yourself. And Bucky really did like Lady. She was whip-smart. Sweet. He was so used to seeing you together that you were his girls. 

He was getting ice cream with his girls. His best girls. The thought made him smile and he felt a pang. He wished he could bring you home to his mother. And his sister. They would adore you. He brought out the ice cream and laid the dish down for Lady, “I thought she deserved a treat. She looks hot.” You smile at him and take his hand to kiss it. It’s quiet thanks but it still makes his heart swell.

As you eat your ice cream and watch the people walking by, Bucky wonders where you’ve gone in your head. What you’re thinking about. He wonders what you’re writing. But he doesn’t ask. He knows that you probably can’t explain it the way you’d like to. He also hasn’t actually read enough of your writing to understand without you having to explain a lot of other details first. So he lets you people watch and enjoys his own ice cream.

This kind of thing was something he had never understood in his younger days. Comfortable silence. It used to be the air needed to be filled with talk. Jokes. Banter. Conversation. He could never just sit with a girl and enjoy a moment. It was like he needed to be constantly validated. Constantly rewarded with her undivided attention. But with you, he knew that even if you floated away for a while, you’d find your way back with a shy smile and an apology. That when you came back to him, you’d feel better. And that’s all he really cared about right now. 

[datura-foxglove]

(ADA Week Day 4) A Lunch Together

Summary : Dazai took Atsushi out for a lunch together.

Characters : Dazai Osamu, Nakajima Atsushi, Kunikida Doppo

Pairing : Dazatsu

Rating : PG

Warning : teeth rotting fluff

Prompt : Lunch Breaks

“Atsushi-kun~” Atsushi heard the familiar voice called him teasingly and his instinct already raised up the red flag of imminent chaos the owner of that voice would bring to his peaceful day.

Still, Atsushi forced a wry smile on his face as he turned around to face his senior. “Yes, Dazai-san?”

“Let’s go have lunch together!” the suicidal maniac, as to how Kunikida grudgingly called him, had a wide innocent grin on his face. “Why, it will be my treat. I have to act as your wise and nice senior from time to time.”

The warning bells in his mind rung even louder. Amongst the Agency, Dazai was the stingiest person with his money. “…what are you planning to do, Dazai-san?”

Hearing the flat sounded question, Dazai put his hand on his heart and made a whimpering sound. “I’m hurt, Atsushi-kun! I just want to treat my hard working junior, how could you suspect this noble and generous heart? You have been spending too much time with Kunikida-kun!”

Atsushi huffed, though a small resigned smile appeared on his lips. “More like I spend too much time with you.”

“There is never too much time to spend with Atsushi-kun.” Dazai easily said, his grin softened into smile. “So, will you go with me?”

Atsushi’s heart skipped a beat being the recipient of such a warm smile. He looked away, suddenly finding his unfinished report interesting. “S-sure. Where do you want to go?”

“It’s summer, so we have to eat some eels.” Dazai suggested with a wink. “I know a good place, it’s quite far from here though.”

Hearing the words ‘eel’ and ‘far’ made Atsushi rethink his decision. “Eels? Isn’t that expensive? Also, if we go too far we couldn’t go back in time.” Kunikida would have their heads if they returned late.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Dazai spun Atsushi in his chair before the younger man could protest and pushed him away from his desk, chair included. “I am the one who invited you. People said that eating eels while they are in summer can’t be compared when they are not in season. If we go now we can go back just in the end of our lunch break.”

“I understand, Dazai-san! Let me walk at least!” Atsushi didn’t want to imagine what Dazai would do when they reached the stairs. It’s not out of imagination that Dazai would just throw him off the chair to roll along the stairs.

When Dazai stopped, Atsushi returned the chair and jogged towards his senior who was waiting by the door. Dazai hummed his suicide song as they walked down the stairs and out of the office. Atsushi relished in the peace and actually enjoyed listening to the man singing when—

“DAZAI! Who give you permission to leisurely enjoy your break? You still haven’t finished your paperwork!” Atsushi flinched and turned around. Sure enough, Kunikida had opened a window on their office and shouted at the top of his lungs. Atsushi wasn’t in the direct line of fire, but the murderous intent that Kunikida directed towards Dazai was enough to make goosebumps crawled along his back.

Before Atsushi could freeze up, Dazai had captured his hand and pulled him along as they ran away. “Run Atsushi-kun! Wild Kunikida-kun appeared!”

“Wait, Dazai! Don’t you dare run away!” Kunikida looked like he was tempted to jump from the window to catch them and suddenly Atsushi felt fear for his life despite not being the target of Kunikida’s wrath.

“Don’t worry, Kunikida-kun! I will bring home some eels for you too!” Dazai laughed as he pulled Atsushi, hiding amongst the watching crowds.

“DAZAI!”

Atsushi ran along with Dazai, taking many shortcuts within suspicious looking alleys and even climbing a metal fence. Dazai only stopped when they were far away from the Agency and Atsushi no longer felt the ominous aura of Kunikida following them.

“Man, Kunikida-kun sure is vicious. I had thought he would catch up.” Dazai still laughed, the very epitome of unrepentant. “Thankfully, we are now close to our restaurant. Let’s go, Atsushi-kun.”

Atsushi panted a bit, more than the work out he was out of breath from fear that Kunikida would caught them. “So you escape from your paperwork. Again.”

This time Dazai didn’t pretend to be hurt, he just smiled that teasing smile. “Well that is that, but it’s true that I want to treat you. You have been working hard lately, so this is your reward.”

Dazai turned around before he could see Atsushi blush deep red. His heart beating loudly and quickly from Dazai’s praise. He felt his hand being tugged forward and Atsushi’s felt his face boiling when he realized that Dazai never let go of his hand. Atsushi wondered if Dazai could feel the quickened pulse from his wrist, but he obediently followed as he was led into a small restaurant. It looked old and more or less deserted, but his sharp noise could smell a delicious scent wafting from the restaurant that made his stomach grumbled loudly. He wanted to jump into a hole when he heard Dazai’s chuckle.

Dazai slid open the shoji door. “Table for two please.”

“Please take a seat here.” A young girl helped them to their table and asked for their order.

Atsushi’s eyes widened when he saw the price of the eels and nearly choked up. He couldn’t possibly—

“One large bowl and one normal bowl please.” Dazai ordered for both of them before Atsushi could think to order the cheapest item on the menu. The waiter wrote on her note and walked away, leaving the two of them.

Atsushi’s voice pitched up. “Dazai-san, this is so expensive I can’t have you treat me—“

“Hush, Atsushi-kun. It’s alright, I have more than enough money.” Dazai smiled, which calmed down Atsushi’s nerves. “Just enjoy it. Rewarding yourself is important.”

Atsushi fidgeted in his seat. He couldn’t get used to splurge his money for more than the barest necessities. Ever since he lived with Kyouka, he had been more leeway with spending his money to treat Kyouka. But he never treated himself. After all, to justify spending a lot of money for his pleasure was just… unthinkable.

He felt a hand gently patting his head and he looked up from his dark musing. Dazai smiled at him, understanding and warm. “I want to treat you Atsushi-kun. Just like how you treat Kyouka from time to time to make her happy, I also want to make you happy.”

Atsushi felt tight sensation on his chest and his eyes burned, yet he couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on his face. Dazai’s hand lowered from his head to his cheek, his thumb wiping away the unshed tears. His hand felt warm on contact and Atsushi subconsciously leaned into it.

‘Is this how it feels? To be treated as precious by someone else?’ Atsushi had never felt any love nor warmth from his days in orphanage. To be treated kindly, to be given a chance, to be loved… all those sensations felt alien to him. Yet he sought after it. Like that day when he had starved on the riverside, his heart had been starving for affection for so long that he had felt numb. Now that the Agency had slowly introduced him back to being cared and loved, he had desperately soaked up those affections.

The man in front of him was the one who first introduced him to the warmth of another person’s touch without pain. He was also the one who had brought Atsushi into the Agency. Atsushi owed his life and happiness to Dazai. But the man in front of him never asked Atsushi to pay back, he actually helped him grow and trusted in him when he couldn’t even trust himself.

Atsushi’s heart yearned to be able to stand by Dazai’s side. To be able to get even the slightest praise or head pats from him. To see the many differences in his smiles. To understand his savior a little bit better. He didn’t understand yet what was this longing in his heart, but he only felt it towards Dazai. He had never felt this way in his life, so he was hesitant to put any label on it… yet.

For now, he was content to be able to be a part of Dazai’s life.

Their gentle moment was interrupted when the waiter returned with their orders. Despite Atsushi’s protest, Dazai gave the larger bowl to him. The perfectly crisp and golden brown skin of the eels shined under the lamp’s light. Steam arose from the dish, along with drool inducing scent. Atsushi and Dazai clapped their hands together and muttered ‘let’s eat’.

Atsushi poked the eels with his chopstick gingerly, afraid to broke down such a delicious food. He watched as Dazai scooped up some rice along with a piece of eel and ate it, humming appreciatively as he did so. Atsushi relaxed a bit before doing the same, careful in breaking apart the eel and blew at the hot rice before chomping down.

His eyes widened at the explosion of flavor in his mouth and he felt like ochazuke’s position as his favorite food was threatened. He eagerly chewed and swallowed, taking another bite greedily. Atsushi forced himself to slow down when he could hear Dazai chuckled at his display of happiness. The young man let out a string of mumbled sentences to Dazai conveying how delicious the eel was.

“I can’t hear your words, but I think I understand what you want to say.” Dazai laughed a bit.

After both of them were done and Dazai paid, which he didn’t let Atsushi saw the receipt, the two of them walked back to the agency leisurely. Atsushi knew they were tight on time, yet for once he didn’t want to rush. His full belly and content heart wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as possible, despite the consequence of having Kunikida yell at him later.

…okay, maybe he was a bit afraid. But still…

“Do you want to go with me again someday?” Atsushi stopped walking when he heard Dazai’s words. His eyes met with Dazai’s warm brown ones, searching for teasing or mischief. Yet he couldn’t find them. All that he saw was pure curiosity and… was that hope?

Atsushi sucked in a breath. The butterfly in his stomach fluttered and he had hard time to stop the blush from appearing on his face. But surprisingly, Atsushi managed to stomp down the self-doubt he had for himself. Instead he let hope and adoration shone from his eyes as he smiled widely to Dazai.

“Of course!”

If Dazai’s smile also reflected his adoration and he offered his hand to Atsushi, Atsushi didn’t comment on it. He just wrapped his fingers around Dazai’s hand, both of them walked back towards the Agency.

[himeadventures]

The Wall (Prompt #17: Without a Trace)

With a satisfied grin, Arenvald held his hands close to the campfire as it roared to life. Between the dry brush of Thanalan and the bounty of the Wellwick Wood, fuel was easy to come by. It had been a long time since he started a campfire using only what he could find in the field. If anything, it was a relief that he could put off explaining that he misplaced the party’s flint for one more day day.

As the largest log in the hastily-dug firepit started to crackle, Teruko, the squadron’s archer, joined Arenvald after setting up the tent. Carefully placing her bow to the side, she sat down on a smooth boulder.

Removing the heavy rectangular shield from his back, Arenvald adjusted the ring of stones he had set. “Our jobs are done, then. You think Pascal’s caught our meal for the night already?”

Teruko shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll just be happy if we don’t have to go out looking for him again. Although, don’t salmon gather in this river? Perhaps I will consider forgiving him for that little incident if he brings us salmon.” She began to chuckle to herself, only to fall silent after a triumphant shout rang out from the direction of the Yugr’am River.

“Oi, ya’ll talkin’ about me? Stop blabbin’ and get the grill over the fire!”

The Limsan strode up, his eyes beaming with the look of a triumphant general. “We’re eatin’ good tonight!” He raised his hand, revealing what he had caught on his hooks: two large black eels, writhing with the last of their strength in an attempt to escape their inevitable fate.

As Arenvald fetched the grill rack, Teruko stared at the eels, her eye twitching. “Pascal. What in the name of Hydaelyn are those?”

Pascal almost seemed offended as he prepared his skinning kit. “Eh? They’re Black Eels, Teruko. You can find ‘em all over the place. ‘Ere, look, they’re just like any other fish!” He brought the writing wavekin close to Teruko, who almost fell out of her seat recoiling away.

Teruko wanted nothing to do with the slimy, still-living river snakes. “Too close! Far too close!” She waved Pascal back. “And wait, aren’t eels poisonous?”

Pascal sneered, as if he was asked the stupidest question in the world. “Yer joking, right? Never tasted a warm eel pie? Besides, eels are only bad for yer gut if ‘ya can’t cook for your life.”

Shaking her head, Teruko made no attempt to hide her disgust as the Limsan fisherman moved to cleave the long-suffering creatures’ heads off. Her vision of fresh salmon fillets had disappeared completely from her mind.

Pascal may have acted a fool sometimes, but few would question his skill working with the bounty of the seas and rivers. With great efficiency, he put the creatures down and stripped away each morsel of flesh. Arenvald’s mouth watered as the eel smoked on the grill. At the other side of the fire, Teruko was taking small bites out of a roll of bread, only a smidge larger than her fist.

“Hey, Teruko,” Arenvald called out. “Weren’t you complainin’ about that bread bein’ the last of what you could afford for the mission?”

She nodded as she finished the last of her bread. “Mhm.”

“That can’t be nearly enough to walk on. You’ll have some of the eel, then?”

The archer shook her head. “I think I will pass tonight.”

Pascal scoffed as he flipped the thinner pieces on the grill. “Sorry Princess,” he said with a hint of mockery in his voice. “But this ain’t the Bismarck ‘ere! It’s eel or starve!”

Teruko glared daggers at Pascal. Pouting, she turned her head away and began her nightly ritual of brushing her long hair. “I just don’t want to eat it, okay?”

Arenvald, partly out of concern, joined in. “You can’t eat that soap you were talkin’ about back at Drybone, y’know.”

The two young men laughed together, as Teruko silently shot a cold stare in their direction. This wasn’t the first time that they had poked fun at her picky dining habits, but normally she just brushed them off.

Pascal waved his tongs towards her. “Hey, you’re an adventurer, right? How the ‘ell have you survived this long?” He was joking, of course, knowing full well about his friend’s talent with the bow. “Did you have a little butler followin’ ya in the Shroud, fixin’ up your favorite meal?”

Arenvald laughed again, although this time unsure if he should goad Pascal on. Teruko paused her brushing for a second, and hissed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

For better or worse, the Limsan kept going. “Ey, don’t be like that! When this is all over you can always head on back home where you can choose whatever ‘ya stuff your face with, right?”

Teruko’s comb clattered against the stones underfoot as she stood up with a jolt. Unleashing all of her quiet frustration, she screamed down at the wide-eyed fisherman. “No! I CAN’T GO HOME!”

A dead silence fell between the three adventurers, broken only by the crackle of the fire and Teruko’s pained breathing. She was frozen with her hand instinctively covering her mouth.

“...nevermind it. I’ll be in the tent.”

The flames flared brightly, roaring as Pascal pressed down on one of the slabs of eel. Flailing wide with his free hand, he began shouting back. “Eh, now you’re mad? How the ‘ell were we supposed to know that?”

Halfway through gathering her things, the archer turned around and stomped closer, the light of the flames flickering against her eyes. “Maybe I don’t want to talk about it? And if you ever used that head of yours, you would have understood that!”

Pascal stood up, waving his cooking tongs. “Hey, sorry, Princess, but I’m just sittin’ ere wonderin’ why you never tell your friends anythin’ about yourself. We are your friends, right?”

As the two Scions seemed ready to spit and claw at each other, strong hands gripped their shoulders, and pushed them apart. Arenvald was standing up now, in between the two older adventurers.

“That’s… that’s enough!” He turned first to Pascal, shaking head. “You can’t just… that was uncalled for, is all I’ll say. And Teruko,” he spoke softer, as he looked towards her. “Will you sit down for a bit? I’d like to say something.”

The archer sat back down silently, with her arms crossed. Pascal picked up his tongs, and began forcefully removing the eel.

Arenvald’s armor clanked as he settled back down. “So, I think you may have heard some of this before. But, uh..., Teruko… my name is Arenvald Lentinus.”

She blinked. “...I know that.”

He continued without a beat. “I was born in Ala Mhigo. My father… he was in the Garlean Army. I trust you know what I mean when I say that my Ala Mhigan mother did not welcome my arrival? In any case, she believed that a spot on my skin was an emerging third eye.” He placed his hand at the center of the cross-shaped war paint on his face. “It was not long after that she cast me out into the streets. I had to do things I wasn’t proud of to survive the streets.”

The two older scions were no longer staring wounds into each other’s eyes. Arenvald had their full attention.

“But eventually, I was able to join up with a group of refugees bound for the other side of the Wall. I took up adventuring, which led me to the Scions. And here, at this campfire.”

He turned to Teruko. “It’s always been hard for me to say any of that, so I can understand if you won’t do the same. But you are among friends.”

Silence ruled the camp again, until Teruko spoke with a shake in her voice.

“I… made the same journey. I lived in Ala Mhigo too. And before you ask, my family was relocated there from a different imperial province before I was born. Doma, if you know of it.”

Arenvald realized why Teruko’s strange accent had always seemed familiar. “...I can’t say I’ve heard more than the name.”

“There aren’t many similarities between us after that. My family cared for me, and we never wanted for food or coin. But in Ala Mhigo, all that means is that we were willing puppets of the Garleans.”

Pascal spoke up, his loud voice quelled into a more somber tone. “...so what got you to leave?”

“Minfilia told me that the Echo was a gift. But for five years, I thought it was a curse. It started after the Calamity… and my visions only showed me absolutely unspeakable things. Especially when I talked with the people I… wasn’t supposed to talk to. The poor Ala Mhigans, of course.”

She looked down, avoiding eye contact with the others. “And of course, when I told my parents, they called me insane. The only person who believed me was one of the Ala Mhigan maids, Astrid. And by my last years in the city, she was the only person I could call a friend.”

Her eyes began to well up. “One day, Astrid spilled tea on a Garlean guest. My grandfather… he.. he dragged her off and…” Teruko clenched one fist, and brought it down upon her open palm. “By the time I finally found my spine and cried for him to stop, her leg was broken. And when I tried to stop him, he beat me too.”

She rubbed a spot on her right arm. “I carried her back to her home in the Ala Mhigan quarter in the rain. It took me an hour. I remember losing my right shoe. When I reached her home, Astrid’s family treated me as one of their own. And they told me about her plan to flee the city. But because of us- er, my grandfather, Astrid would not be able to make the journey.”

Arenvald shook his head, Pascal was looking down now.

“And they told me how I could go under the wall myself. And now I’m here. As far as my family is concerned, I vanished into the wind. I’m never going back. I can’t, and I won’t.”

[opfuckery]

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Favorite Genre of book/movie: I love horror, which might seem odd. But action and horror but also comedy.

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