#i love the colors…. like mint chocolate chip ice cream (positive)

[opikiquu]

Heyooo! Please consider this!

★ this character is so cute!! :D

[claritys-silly-things]

Something something Sunday, something something headcanon post

- Ponyboy loves mint chocolate chip ice cream, but dally hates it. He claims it tastes like toothpaste and every time he says this, the group has to hold pony back from attacking the guy (fair)

- (modern) Someone show the curtis brothers Steven universe sobs

- The curtis brothers have dimples and smile lines and other facial things. like Darry has crows feet and pony has worry lines on his forehead because I think it’s cool and I have those even though I am like. Young.

- What if Dallas had an older brother or someone that’s like how he is to Johnny but to Dallas and that person died and then his mom died and he hated his dad and had no reason to stay in New York so he left

- I just painted my nails with random ass old nail polish I found and every nail is a different color and I think that’s something cherry would do

- Pony, soda, and twobit are all double jointed in different areas of their body and they’ll just do shit to creep the rest of the guys out, especially dally and darry

- Dally is fine with gore n shit irl but cant handle weird body contorsions

- Johnny will randomly say the most horrifying things like “doesn’t everyone wish they could go to sleep and not wake up” and it just traumatizes ponyboy. Twobit is also like this but a bit more goofy. Pony ends up doing the same thing post-book but says it to sound like it’s a joke like two bit and when people tell him to stop he’s like “it’s true tho🧍🏽‍♂️”

- Since dally is so pale, he gets “red” so goddamn easily but he looks more pink. Every time he feels too much of any emotion, he’s pink. If it’s too hot he’s pink. Two bit makes fun of him for this and has been punched in the face at least twice for it. Pony is the same but that mf turns like BRIGHT red

- One sided dalbit bc Dallas is fucking aromantic but it’s funny for giggles and shits cuz twobitch just keeps embarrassing himself trying to flirt (vox and alastor core) (someone make a fic about this cries sobs)

- (Modern perchance) Pony is in like advanced classes n shit but fucking hates it. He’s still good at it and will cry if he gets a bad grade, but he doesn’t like it

- (Modern) Pony fucking hates Miguel O’Hara and is absolutely positively disgusted bc like half his friends simp so hard over that man (may or may not be based on me) (it is)

- two bit unironically believes so many conspiracy theories and spreads it to pony and Johnny

- I randomly made mozzarella sticks rn on a whim and soda would 100% impulse make food all the time and just figure out the recipe himself. It’s usually decent.

- Pony loves back to school season but hates actually going back. Like he likes the idea of going back to school and getting new school supplies, but within like, two days, he hates all his classes besides English

- Soda will burst out singing out a lot no matter where he is. Even at night. You can’t stop him (me)

- Rip sodapop you would’ve LOVED musical theater sobs

[kimetsu-chan]

This is a special request from the lovely, @muichiroslovermwah! Love you♥️ (also I figured out how to color text!)

Key:

(f/f): favorite flavor

~A HOT SUMMER DAY~

The scorching sun was beating down on the pair out on a walk. Muichiro Tokito was giving Kurisato Tsuko a piggy back ride since she was complaining that “her feet hurt”.

”Mui-! It’s too hot outside… lets just go back to your house…”

Kurisato was resting her forehead on Muichiro’s shoulder but had suddenly shot her head up with an idea. She had seen them pass an ice cream truck and she knew Muichiro had seen it too.

“Ooo! Ooo! Mui!”

Muichiro acted annoyed with her antics but he secretly didn’t mind.

“What now Kuri.”

Kurisato smirked from her position on his back as she reached her hands to pinch and pull at his cheeks.

“Can we go get ice cream, Pleeeaassseee?”

The short boy stood still for a moment as he thought about her request. He sighed but turned around in the direction of the truck.

“Fine… but im not paying for yours”

“Okay! Thank you Mui~”

He scoffed, knowing she didn’t have any money on her. His face grew ever so slightly red when he felt Kurisato nuzzle her face into his neck, humming a random tune.

The two arrived at the ice cream truck shortly after and Kuri slid out of Muichiro’s grip and onto the ground. She adjust her outfit and stood up straight. She grabbed a hold of Mui’s hand and jogged towards the truck with him following behind. Once the two had given their ice cream orders and received their cones, they walked to skit down at a nearby bench.

Kurisato was happily eating (f/f) while Muichiro took an entire bite out of his mint chocolate chip ice cream. Kuri turned to look at him in horror and he gave her a puzzling look.

“What?”

“Did you just take a bite out of your ice cream?!”

“Yes? Why?”

Kuri just stared at him for a moment before Muichiro reached out to wipe the corner of her mouth. Kuri sat sill for a moment before her face erupted in red. She flinched away from him and slammed out a sentence.

“Wh-What was that for!?”

Muichiro smirked as he retracted his hand and took this opportunity to tease her.

“You had ice cream on your mouth. Really, you should eat less messily~”

Kuri balled one of her fists and gently smacked his shoulder repeatedly. Mui ignored her punches and calmly ate his ice cream.

The remainder of their time out eating ice cream was Muichiro teasing Kuri and Kuri smacking him in response.

~Le Fin

I AM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT

I hope you like it Ellie!!

[s0ngsandstars]

hiya!! 1, 6, and 8 for the disability ask game, if you haven't already done them :3c

Putting it all under a read more because I do a lot of talking and I forgot how Tumblr deals with long posts. sdkjdfjgkdgn Also I apologize for how negative the last question turned out.

1. What disability/ies do you have? (and are they mental, physical, or both?)

Mental health wise I'm an absolute wreck. The things I consider disabling are DID (mostly the dissociation, I like my headmates), OCD, ADHD, Agoraphobia, Depression, and social anxiety that I heavily suspect is actually AvPD. C-PTSD is also awful, but it's like. Not as bad as the other stuff in terms of how much of my life and time is taken by it. Also like, all the sensory issues that come with being autistic is just awful. Other things too, but like. mostly just more anxiety stuff. sdkjndfgkjngjn I am a very anxious human being.

Physically I have FND (it manifests primarily as movement problems, and sometimes takes away my ability to move some or even all of my limbs entirely, though most usually my legs), arthritis, something related to hypermobility, and I heavily suspect POTS, but my doctors won't test me for it. *makes a peace sign* Also I'm deficient in vitamin D but my doctors won't prescribe me anything for it (idek why, it's been brushed aside like 3 times though even though it's been deficient for multiple tests of it). *makes a second peace sign* I also have glasses because I'm moderately near-sighted, but that's a very common thing.

I also have GERD and don't have a gallbladder, so food hates me sometimes, but that's like. So mild in comparison to other things. The worst part about that is that I have to wait a few hours before going to sleep after eating or I'll get sick. I almost forgot, I have NAFLD and so I'm banned from alcohol, even though I've never gotten drunk in my life, so that's a missed opportunity.

Probably something else I'm forgetting but, eh. sdkjndfgljdgn

6. What’s something good that’s come out of being disabled?

I feel like I'm more understanding of people? Like, it's definitely helped me with being more readily accepting of other people's experiences.

Also can I count synesthesia as a sometimes positive to my senses being fucked? Some sounds smell wonderful. I love the colors I see for people and things. Like, yeah some sounds can smell literally like burning rubber, but other sounds can smell like chocolate or sour candy or mint chocolate-chip ice cream, etc. etc. and it's lovely.

Fun thing too is my cane can double as a weapon if I need it to. So like, that's kind of neat.

8. Does your disability affect how you experience other parts of your identity? (gender, queerness, culture, even hobbies/life goals you’re very passionate about)

Yeah, definitely. DID made gender and attraction rather difficult to figure out, because of the bleed through of others' emotions and like blending etc. I went through quite a journey before deciding on just non-binary for gender. AroAce was also tricky to figure out, but I got there eventually. But I'm really happy with it, and now it's like, one of those questions I can answer if we're really dissociated and trying to figure out who's out. Narrows it down a little if I can answer the gender/sexuality questions. Not a whole lot cause we're polyfragmented, but hey, we'll get there eventually. sdkjndfgkjn

As for gender expression, I can't wear some things that I really want to. Like my movement issues make wearing certain shoes potentially dangerous, and I can't be in long or tight skirts. I don't have the energy to put on makeup any time I want to.

And it definitely effects my hobbies. I don't have the energy to draw most of the time now, and when I do I can only do it for short bits at a time. It's really frustrating, because I want to, I want to so much, but as soon as I get my tablet set up, I'm so exhausted I feel like crying and I have to lie down for a while or I'll feel ill. I have to jump on when I have the energy to do things like draw or cook. I do read a lot though (mostly fanfics). Reading doesn't require much energy, so reading is fantastic.

Life dreams, definitely. I can't go to school right now, I can't get a job, I can't travel.. My life is limited, and I can't do some of the things I dream of doing. I want to be a planetary meteorologist. I want to travel and see places. I want to do so many things. But I can't.

--

Trying to end this on a positive. I'm proud of what I've been able to do, even if it doesn't seem like a lot to someone who's abled. I've missed out on so many things, but that makes the things I've been able to do mean so much more.

[parkmiqju]

ABOUT FACE CLAIM

Stage Name: Minju (민주)

Birth Name: Park Minju (박민주)

Position: –

Birthday: May 11th, 2004

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: –

Blood Type: O

MBTI Type: ISTP

Nationality: Korean

Representative Emoji: 🐰

Minju Facts:

– She was the 3rd member to be revealed.

– Family: Parents and a older brother.

– Her nickname is Dumpling (Mandu (만두)).

– Minju’s favorite color is Sky Blue.

– Her pinky is 6cm.

– A specialty of hers is playing the violin.

– People have told her she looks like a dog, rabbit, duck, and cat.

– Minju has a dog named Ddungi (뚱이).

– She loves all animals, but she likes dogs the most.

– Minju’s role model is DPR IAN.

– If she could eat only one food for the rest of her life, she picks Kimchi bokkeumbap (Kimchi fried rice). (50 Q&A)

– The food she hates the most are vegetables, beans, mint chocolate.

– Her favorite ice cream flavors are vanilla & Almond Bon Bon flavor, it used to be chocolate.

– Her favorite place is her bed. (50 Q&A)

– The most useless item she has is a key ring. Her favorite key ring is a Kuromi doll that her brother gave to her.

– Her favorite snack is chocolate chip cookies.

– She was a YG Entertainment trainee and is close to all of BABYMONSTER.

– Hobbies: Playing games and practice typing. (50 Q&A)

– Her favorite dessert is chocolate cake.

– Minju’s favorite animals are ducks and rabbits.

– She’s been training ever since she was 15.

– Her favorite animal is a dog, but she loves all kinds of animals and is a strong animal lover.

– Minju can play the violin.

– A habit of hers she wants to break is when she covers her face with her hand.

– She relieves stress by listening to music.

– Words she say often; “Really?“, “Oh really?“, and “No, No“. (50 Q&A)

– It’s very easy to become friends with Minju if the person approach her first.

– The best dish she can cook is Bokkeum udon (Stir fried udon).

– If the world would end tomorrow, she would visit her parents and brother.

– A country she wants to visit is USA. (50 Q&A)

– She wants to get better at speaking English.

– The type of movies she watch is horror movies (zombie movies, ghost movies, etc.).

– Her favorite movie is ‘Train to Busan‘.

– Her happiest moment of her life was when she got into HYBE.

– She enjoys listening to music.

– A song she recommends is ‘Only U‘ by Moon Sujin and Jiselle. (50 Q&A)

– She picks ‘FIRE‘ by BTS as a background song for life.

– Minju’s favorite karaoke song is ‘인연 (Destiny)‘ by Lee Sunhee.

– Minju’s Personality: A nice person who is cheerful.

– Her Motto: “This too shall pass.”

Official Accounts:

Website: BELIFT LAB | I’LL-IT

Instagram: ILLIT_official

Twitter: ILLIT_official / ILLIT_twt (Members)

TikTok: @illit_official

YouTube: I’LL-IT Official

FaceBook: I’LL-IT

Weverse: I’LL-IT

DISCLAIMER

Due to X’s policies, I have no relation with the real Park Minju or have any connection to I'LL-IT.

ABOUT OC

She is Kayana Christabel Valencia or you just can call her, Karicia.

you can hit her up through

secreto.site/LadyCicia

retrospring.net/Karicia

regards,

@ parkmiqju

[saeran-imagines]

Did you see the birthday chats from 2019? Specifically the one where Saeran (as "Unknown") invites you to come eat ice cream and watch Netflix with him? Since Saeran's birthday is coming up again, could you write what if MC had taken him up on his offer and gone to meet him? (Jindere has a video of the chats on youtube if you haven't seen it/want a refresher!) I'm obsessed with the idea of this happening and I love your writing so I'd love to read this from you 🥰

Heya! I remember those birthday chats omg, I just had to buy the picture that went along with them when it became available! That and the 707 version are just so pretty, I had them as my desktop background for a good while 🥰

I made this longer than I meant omg! I wanted to get it done in time for his birthday, which, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAERAN !! (and seven too but this blog ain’t about you ❤) I have a bias for the soft Saerans so I didn’t think I’d like writing for Unknown as much as I did, but I had a lot of fun with this 😊 I hope you all like it!

You fiddle with your phone, the broken looking chat room open to “Unknown’s” messages. That hacker… what kind of person is he? There’s no doubt he’s up to no good, but he’s never done anything that would put you in danger. Quite the opposite, actually. You have a feeling he’d rush to your rescue if you found yourself in a bad situation. “It’s my birthday today. Meet me outside the building at 8 and I’ll show you a great time.” Coming from anyone else it’d sound creepy as hell, it should sound creepy as hell, he’s a complete stranger who hacked your phone, but… the feeling of dread you imagine would come before getting axe murdered just isn’t there. And more than that, there’s something in the way he typed, in the long pauses between messages that seemed… lonely. You look at the clock- 7:50. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself up, pull on a coat, and take the elevator down to the first floor. You wouldn’t be able to stand not knowing what might have happened if you didn’t go meet this mystery person. And hey, it could very well be a great time.

You take up a position right outside the building and look around- nobody seems to be here yet. The sun has started its trek downwards, the shadow on the building long enough to reach the other side of the road. It’s a little late to be out. What does he have planned? You take another deep breath and try to relax, worrying won’t do you any good. You check your phone- 7:53. Has it really only been 3 minutes? It feels like you’ve been waiting here for hours. Footsteps followed by a figure rounding the corner next to you cause you to perk up, but another person follows shortly after and you quickly look back down again, dejected. The couple shoots you a suspicious glance, keeping enough distance from you that they end up walking on the road as they pass you on the sidewalk. You must look strange, you realize, fiddling with your thumbs and glancing back and forth in the dark shadow of a building. You sigh, this is a little ridiculous. Just as you’re considering going back inside and forgetting about this whole evening, you feel a tap on your shoulder. 

“Hey, doll,” a smooth low voice sounds from where your shoulder was tapped, and you whip around to see the source. “You actually came.” You notice his eyes first, a striking minty blue that almost glows in the dim light. Then you notice his white suit that matches perfectly with his hair, pink accents and all. Aren’t hackers supposed to be subtle? The only things about him that match your mental stereotype are the dark circles under his eyes and the mask covering the lower half of his face. Neither detract from his allure, though. He looks like you could find him on the cover of a fashion magazine. He chuckles at your stunned silence. “What, liking what you see?” 

“Ah! Uh-” you stutter out. “You just… weren’t what I was expecting.” You can’t see his mouth under the mask, but you know he’s smirking anyways.

“Oh?” he teases. “And what did you expect?” You try your best to regain your composure. This isn’t the time to be making googly eyes at strangers. God, it’s been way too long since you’ve interacted with someone. You haven’t had the chance to after temporarily moving into that apartment. 

“I don’t know, some weirdo in a ski mask?” you joke, making him chuckle again. You feel yourself starting to relax. He seems like a kind enough person, despite the teasing, and talking to him is comfortable. This night might turn out better than you expected. “So, what are we doing tonight?” 

“Well, I hope you like ice cream. My favorite parlor stays open late, I figured I deserve a birthday treat. You know, since I’ve been such a good boy recently,” he laughs. It’s a giddier laugh than you expected from him, he must have been looking forward to this for a while. He holds out his hand for you to take. “Shall we?” You pause, looking down at his gloved hand. You can feel that this is the last chance you have to change your mind, to take the elevator back up to the apartment and forget about this interaction. Taking hold of his hand would form a contract that binds you to his side for the rest of the night. After a moment of deliberating you grasp his hand, perhaps a bit too tight. You’ve already gotten this far, your curiosity won’t let the night end until you learn more about this strange man. You flash him the most convincing smile you can muster.

“Let’s go.” He weaves you through the city, taking more than a few sketchy shortcuts through alleyways and unexpected detours. He must have to be careful to avoid detection in his line of work, he’s walking as if he’s trying to confuse anyone who might be tracking him. He makes some small talk along the way, prying you for your thoughts about various RFA members and asking you about your life outside the messenger. You learn that he has a bit of a soft spot for Jumin, seeming to appreciate his cold honesty and business oriented mindset. From the short walk you’ve had with this stranger he seems to be the type to prefer fun over work, but you suppose you’ve only seen one side of him. So far, that is. 

You arrive at your destination after around 20 minutes of walking. It’s a small sweets shop painted white and baby blue. A chalkboard sign shows the flavors of the day through the window, around half crossed out due to the business day nearing its end. You feel a light squeeze around the hand that you nearly forgot was being held by the hacker. When you look up at him you can see sparkles in his eyes. When he notices your stare he looks away, is he embarrassed? “Sorry if I startled you, darling.” He apologizes for his sudden excitement, letting go of your hand “My flavor is still in stock,” he says with a smile. “Shall we go inside?” He holds the door open for you and you thank him, walking inside and losing yourself in the sweet scent. 

“Welcome!” the chipper cashier calls out. “Do you two know what you’d like?” Your partner wastes no time in calling out a practiced order, something with mint and a waffle cone that you don’t quite catch as you scan the overwhelming array of colors and flavors. Not wanting to spend too much time gawking, you throw out a fast ‘I’ll have what he’s having’ and make your way towards the counter.

“Good choice,” your partner of the evening says with a grin. You stop him as he starts reaching towards his pocket. He tilts his head at you with a questioning stare.

“It’s your birthday, right?” you state more than ask. “My treat.” You pull out and swipe your card before he has a chance to protest. He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, not expecting this act of kindness, but he quickly recovers with a laugh and a thank you as he takes his cone. “Where to?” you ask once you both successfully make it out of the shop with delicious looking chocolate dipped mint chocolate chip ice cream cones. You want to see how it tastes, but a deep rooted birthday etiquette that lives inside of you forbids you from taking the first bite. That’s reserved for the birthday boy, after all!

“Just up there,” he points to a nearby hill. “You can see the stars really well.” You smile and nod before starting the trek. It’s a cool evening, luckily, so your ice cream only barely starts to drip on the way up. Talking to the mysterious hacker seems to get easier as time goes on. Any leftover anxiety you had fades as you make light conversation and tease each other. It feels like you’ve known him for years. You attribute at least some of it to the ice cream, his speech has become a lot more bubbly and a lot less guarded after he got his hands on his cone. You never thought you’d call the person who broke into your phone cute, but you can’t help but smile at how happy he seems.

You reach the top of the hill before you know it. A blanket is already laid out at the very top, and he guides you to sit beside him on it. It’s not a huge blanket, your shoulders are nearly touching. Which is NOT something to blush about, you tell yourself. He pulls his mask down for the first time tonight, leaving you to stare at him for a bit longer than you would have liked to. He was definitely handsome, but there’s a layer of familiarity that you can’t quite put your finger on. His pretty lips turn up in a smirk. 

“What are you staring at?” You almost miss it, but his hands fidget slightly as he asks the question. Maybe he’s a bit more insecure than he lets on? You try to get past some of your shyness for his sake, if he’s worried about his looks you’d like to reassure him.

“Nothing much, I just think you look nice,” you smile, feeling just a bit of heat creep to your face. “Now-” you quickly change the subject. “You have to take the first bite of your ice cream so I can have mine. Birthday rules, and all.”

“Okay, okay, whatever you say, doll,” he chuckles. He takes a bite, trying to catch all the ice cream that threatens to drip off. “There.” You grin and have a taste, too. There’s something about small shops that make everything taste a thousand times better. It’s the sweetest, creamiest ice cream you’ve ever had. 

“Good, right?” he asks, already knowing your answer from the big smile on your face.

“Yup!” you exclaim. You finish your treats in a comfortable silence. The stars really are beautiful from the top of this hill, they appear so much bigger and brighter without the light pollution from the city. You glance to your side to see him looking back at you. 

“Enjoying yourself?” he asks. He’s closer than you remember.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “The stars are beautiful.” His eyes are shining like stars, too. The darkness has made their unnatural color stand out even more, it would be so easy to get lost looking into them. You force your gaze back to the sky, trying to ignore how fast your heart is beating. “Are you? Enjoying yourself, I mean? It’s your birthday, after all.”

“Yeah, I am,” he says without missing a beat. “It’s not often that I get to go out like this.”

“Because of your hacking job?” you ask.

“Yeah, something like that.” He sighs and leans back, looking up at the stars once again. What kind of life does he have? It’s hard to get a read on him. You can talk to him like an old friend but you don’t even know his name. You get the feeling he wouldn’t tell you even if you asked. Better not to, then. You’re satisfied with the little snippets of him that you’ve gotten today, and if he wants to reveal more you’ll let him do that at his own pace.

“Well, I’m glad I came out to meet you then.” He looks over at you again, studying your face. Almost like he’s waiting for you to take it back, or turn it into a joke. You don’t.

“Yeah, me too.”

[oboevallis]

could u write a story abt addie having scoliosis and needing to wear a brace?

the brace

scout: 13

addie: 10

anders: 5

lol this is based off of my experience, i know i was an absolute brat of a child lol i pretty much refused to wear the brace and even though i was going to need surgery eventually i made it a lot worse for myself

"Addie sit up straight." Amelia reprimanded as she maneuvered herself around the kitchen preparing the sides for their dinner.

"My back hurts." The girl whined from her chair on the kitchens island.

"What kind of hurt?" Link chimed in as he walked in the kitchen from the backyard holding a plate of cooked hamburger.

"I dunno, like achey?"

"Stand up and touch your toes." Link requested as he set the plate onto the counter. He then ran his fingers down the distinct curvature, his face dropping. "Alrighty."

"What's wrong?" Addie asked turning around.

"We'll figure it out tomorrow." Link smiled wearily, making eye contact with his wife who immediately came to the same realization.

________________________________________

"I'm not wearing that." Addie informed her parents as she crossed her arms while she sat on the exam table. They had taken the measurements for the brace and now the three sat in three quiet exam room.

"Your gonna wear it." Amelia sighed, crossing her arms mirroring her daughter. "It's only at night."

"No I'm not." The girl said defiantly, Amelia then abruptly left the exam room before she bit her daughters head off. Since the diagnosis, the girl had made it very clear that she was going to refuse to cooperate and her mother was at her wits end.

"How's Addie doing?" Maggie asked as Amelia walked into the attendings lounge.

"She's being defiant and stupid." The mother sighed sinking into the couch.

"She's just processing, give her time." Meredith encouraged as she stirred the cream into her coffee.

"I don't know how Link is being so calm."

"He's Link." Maggie smirked me thinking about all the times Link had been her sisters calm mountain.

"I should be easier on her, shouldn't I?" The neurosurgeon nervously played with the skin around her nail.

"Yeah you should. She's just a kid she doesn't know how to process this, you've seen so many cases of scoliosis in your career you know what to expect." Meredith reminded before she left, keeping the door open as Link and Addie were walking in.

"I see you choose the blue." Maggie smiled as she sat up. "Can't say I'm surprised, you always choose anything blue."

"It may be a nice color, but I'm still not wearing it."

"Well how about we go get some ice cream?" Link stepped in trying to remediate the situation.

"Fine, only if it's mint chocolate chip."

"Your only getting getting ice cream if you wear that brace tonight." Amelia added, receiving a glare from her daughter, but she reluctantly agreed.

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"That's stupid looking." Anders laughed as he walked into the shared bathroom to see his sister brushing her teeth with her new brace on.

"Shut up!"

"Your not allowed to say that." The youngest taunted.

"And your not allowed to say stupid." Addie threw her toothbrush against the wall causing it to crack down the middle.

"Oooooooo you just broke your toothbrush."

"Get out!"

"What's going on?" Scout asked as he stepped into the crowded bathroom.

"Anders is being annoying."

"Addies being mean." The siblings said in unison.

"Mom doesn't need this right now, she's really upset." Scout sighed, since becoming a big brother he perfectly fell into the role.

"Well, moms not the one with a fucked up back."

"Whoa where did you learn that word?" Link interrupted, he had heard the commotion and went to remediate the situation.

"I'm not wearing this!" Addie yelled, ripping at the velcro to release it from her person. Link motioned his two boys to leave the room.

"You've got to wear this, I know it sucks but it's going to help in the long run."

"I don't care." Tears started to spring in the young girls eyes, before Link could comfort the girl a voice interrupted them.

"This is getting out of hand." The girls mother said sternly. "Your going to wear this brace, and that's the end of this conversation. This could be a lot worse, and I'm going to be honest at some point you may need surgery, and if you don't wear this brace it's gonna make everything a lot more painful then it needs to be."

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Addie asked avoiding eye contact with her mother, and Amelia breathed a sigh of relief knowing her daughter wasn't mad.

"Of course."

"I'm gonna go check in the boys." Link excused himself to go tend to them.

"I'm sorry." The girl whispered as her mother secured the brace back onto her.

"Its okay. I know this is painful and scary. I'm your mom and I absolutely hate seeing you in pain, so I wouldn't make you do this if it wasn't absolutely necessary."

"Will I really need surgery? Or is that just one of those things moms say?" Addie asked as Amelia guided her to the master bed room and situated her daughter in the middle of the bed.

"We'll see how it progresses, you just need to wear the brace. It's nothing to worry about until we need to okay?" The girl shifted trying to find a comfortable position. "I'm sorry if I've been too harsh on you. I just love you so much and want you to be okay."

"I'm gonna wear the brace." Addie whispered as she let sleep succumb to her.

"Thank you." The mother worriedly watched her daughter sleep, noting the discomfort on the girls face because of the brace.

"She asleep?" Links tired voice came from the doorway, his wife nodded in confirmation. "I'll carry her to her room."

"No, no let her stay. I don't want her waking and taking it off in the middle of the night. And I like watching her sleep, reminds me of when she was a baby." Her husband nodded in agreement and crawled into bed with the two.

"Sometimes I hate that we're surgeons with kids sometimes." The ortho surgeon thought aloud. "I just keep replaying the steps of a spinal fusion over and over again in my head. I wish I didn't know, I wish I was oblivious to how they slice open her back and realign it to correct it. And the worse part, is the pain she's going to endure after the fact." Amelia grabbed her husbands hand to try and ground him.

"Maybe she won't even need surgery."

"It always scares me when we reverse roles." Link laughed once realizing the situation.

"She's going go be okay?"

"She's gonna be okay." Link echoed back.

tw: scoliosis (i think this was like two months before my surgery)

[airi-p4]

A bite of ice cream

Lukanette short one shot fic. Some fluff, I guess. 

Warning: art included; scroll slowly

Thanks to @livrever for the beta and grammar check!

AO3 link here ________________________________________

Marinette looked how André, the ice cream man, carefully picked the flavours meant for her. She wondered if something had changed since she decided to move on from her crush on Adrien. The flavour that represented him was mint for his eyes and peach for his lips, but Marinette’s eyes could see how the old man’s attention were focused on some different flavours as he formed two balls and settled them on her ice cream cone, topping it with a single white blueberry.

“Here you are, Marinette. Blueberry flavour for your hair and cherry with chocolate chips flavour for your talented heart”

André gave her the ice cream and she straightened her hand to grab it, hesitating a little, while she used the other one to give him the money afterwards. She stared at the melting substance as she was trying to process André’s words.

“André, does this mean I’m out of love?” she asked, frowning her eyebrows in confusion. But he only smiled at her.

“That’s something only you can know. I just make ice creams”

“But…” she mumbled, unable to decipher the hidden meaning behind the flavours.

“Here, Marinette. Take this one too. Cookie Monster ice cream for your little friend. Don’t worry, this one is free” André said, winking at her while giving her a little cup with some blue colored ice cream in it.

“Thank you, André” she answered, wondering who he was referring to.

In normal circumstances, it would have been meant to Luka, since the rest of her friends were already paired and eating their ice creams together, but the adjective ‘little’ didn’t precisely match with Luka’s definition… And ‘cookie monster ice cream’... Could it be…?

Marinette looked at Tikki inside of her small bag. The kwami’s eyes were begging for some ice-cream. Then she faced up to meet André’s smiling eyes, surprised at her realisation.

“You mean…?” she started. But the old man said nothing, just widened his knowing smile.

She hid her hands and bag from her friends view to give the little cup of ice cream to Tikki, who was more than pleased with the treat. She then returned to her seat next to Luka, passing by all her friends, including Adrien and Kagami, who she couldn’t help to glance with a sad smile on her face.

Marinette was glad Luka was with her. She would hate it to be left alone around so many couples: Alya and Nino, Ivan and Mylene, Nathaniel and Marc, Kim and Ondine, Juleka and Rose, Max and Alix (although they were just close friends) and Adrien and Kagami.

Somehow, it was natural for her to be with Luka. In different circumstances, she would have been troubled to be paired with someone who had one-sided feelings for her. But the lack of pressure and the calm of Luka’s music made his company pleasant instead. His song relieved her broken heart and helped her to feel better. It was undeniable how he made her feel good.

Marinette looked slightly at the musician as he played his guitar, softly, strumming the strings one by one. She took a bite of her ice cream and closed her eyes to savour it, while her ears enjoyed the melody created by Luka’s instrument and fingers.

Two minutes later Marinette noticed how Luka’s music had stopped. She wondered what made him stop and turned her face to him, meeting his eyes. He was looking at her savouring her ice cream with a smile on his face.

“Hm? What?” she asked, flustered, with her little spoon still in her mouth.

“Nothing, I’m just looking at how you eat. You seem to be enjoying it”

“I am. André’s ice cream is the best of Paris! Why don’t you buy one too?” she smiled at him, wondering what flavours would he get.

“No need. Watching you eat so happily is enough for me” he answered, as his eyes softened at her.

Marinette blushed a little before her gaze moved further from the blue-haired boy, to Adrien and Kagami eating happily together, feeding each other with their spoons.

“But just watching doesn’t make your stomach full…” Marinette said, with a hurt look on her face. ”There’s no way this is enough” she added, confidently meeting Luka’s surprised eyes.

“I won’t starve to death because of this. It’s ok. I’m fine just watching” he answered, moving his head to the side to watch her better, wiping some of the ice cream she had on her cheek with a napkin.

Marinette switched her gaze back to Adrien and Kagami again, smiling a little, meekly. She sighed once and took a deep breath before moving her eyes back to meet the guitarist’s.

“No. You’re not being honest. There’s no way you can be happy just watching how I eat when you want to eat it yourself” she said, slightly angry.

“It’s ok, Marinette, really” he said, surprised at her roughness.

Marinette paused a little before opening her mouth again, thinking well of what she was about to say implied. She took a glance at Adrien and Kagami, and then at Luka. And she set her resolve.

“Do you want some? You can have a bite, if you want to” she said, feeling nervous and hopeful, just like the boy whom she had just launched the question to.

“Are you sure? I know you love it, won’t you regret it?”

“I won’t. Maybe I don’t have much food with me right now, but I hope I can feed you more from now on. I want you to let me know you’re hungry”. Marinette’s eyes shined in determination.

“I’ll take one bite, then” Luka said, with the happiest voice Marinette had ever heard of him. He moved his hand over Marinette’s hand and pressed his thumb and index fingers to Marinette’s, strengthening the grip of the spoon as he filled it with ice cream and happily moved it deep into his mouth, Marinette’s fingertips slightly touching his lips. Marinette became flustered at his action and Luka returned her hand to its original position. “Thank you Marinette, it’s delicious. Refreshing and very sweet”. He said with a grin after cleaning the rest of ice cream of his lips with his tongue. Marinette couldn’t help it but to blush at the sight.

“One bite can’t be enough either. Aren’t you hungrier than that?” she asked in expectation. Luka giggled at her reaction.

“I am. But I would hate it to leave you hungry. You look so happy eating it” he said, staring at her blue eyes with a melancholic smile on his face.

Marinette bit her lip a little, trying to control her new emotions, without much success.

“It’s ok. You can take another bite”

But Luka noticed the hesitation in her voice.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop eating if I have another bite. You shouldn’t underestimate my hunger…” his blue eyes had changed into a serious look, showing Marinette his real hunger for the first time. She gulped, nervously, mouth open in surprise. She was unsure of taking a step further.

“OK, sorry… “ She resigned. “I’ll make sure to properly share my ice cream with you next time so neither of us has to be left hungry” she said, hoping he would accept her offer.

Luka’s smiled turned into a smirk then. “What if I am VERY hungry next time?” he teased, making Marinette blush.

“It’s OK. I’ll feed you even if you are starving. I don’t want you to be unfull because of me…” her voice was low and filled with regret, her face looking down at her melting ice cream.

“You don’t need to go this far for me if you’re not sure of how much you’re willing to share. Or even if you are not willing to share at all. I would hate it if you remained unfull because of me… Just share as much as you’re ready to. Even just a bite is more than I would have ever expected” he smiled softly at her “Now you should eat. Your ice cream is melting” he giggled.

“What about you?” she asked, worried for his feelings.

“I’ll be fine just watching you eat. Your happiness is my happiness, Marinette” he said, as he happily humming, watched her taking one bite of ice cream and savouring it. Marinette made sure she licked the spoon clean, knowing Luka had just used it before her. Luka blushed at her suggestive gaze as she licked the spoon as it was a popsicle. He blushed harder when Marinette broke their eye contact and said “delicious” in a very low voice.

Marinette kept eating her ice cream happily, until there was only one full spoon left.

“One bite left. Are you sure you don’t want it?” she asked, slightly teasing him.

“All yours” he said, watching closely as the spoon moved to her mouth.

She was about to eat it when Luka suddenly grabbed her wrist and put the full spoon in his mouth, his face very close to Marinette, who instantly flushed red at his action. Their lips were almost touching as he licked the ice cream traces on the spoon.

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“Sorry. I changed my mind” he said, getting his back straightened again, leaving a puzzled red Marinette holding the spoon still on the air.

“That’s unfair! I was looking forward to this last bite!” She said, pouting. Luka could only laugh at her cute reaction.

“Sorry, my treat next time. Wednesday at today’s same time is OK?”

“Yes. Just make sure you are hungry, because I don’t plan to leave you unfull anymore” she said, licking her spoon once again, even when no more ice cream remained on it, while looking at the boy’s lips.

From that day on the flavours of their many shared André’s sweethearts ice creams changed to a new ones: the ones that were meant for their new blossomed love.

FIN

[mlpdestinyverse]

“One November Eve”

One stormy eve, when Dream Flow mysteriously doesn't show for their meet up, Skychaser heads to his friend's home to find out what's keeping her. What he discovers isn't quite what he expected.

Feat. Skychaser, Dreamaria Flow

Related Chapters: Little Monster, Newcomer, Impasse

~Destinyverse Archive~

Skychaser isn't usually one to fuss when it comes to Dream Flow's occasional tendency to arrive late to their hangouts.

He's long accepted it as an on-and-off habit of hers, oversleeping or losing track of time. It's not like they've ever been in a rush, so it's never truly bothered him. Besides, it's easy to imagine her getting caught up in a busy, tiring schedule as an Emotion Counselor.

The latest he can remember her ever arriving was about thirty minutes past their designated time, and even then she came to him apologizing profusely before insisting on treating him to make up for the tardiness. He can tell that she's since made a more conscious effort to be more punctual, despite his assurance that he really doesn't mind.

An hour and twenty-two minutes late...now that's just plain out of character.

It's nearing 6 PM now, and it won't be long before they'll have to officially reschedule their sauna day for another time. Sky is still sitting at a cafe table, tapping his hoof against the wooden surface, the vibrations causing his long empty cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream to shake. 

He'd been looking forward to relaxing within the embrace of hot steam on a chilly autumn day. More so than that was his eagerness to behold Dream's first heavenly sauna experience, as a mare who apparently had never even known of their existence until a week ago. She had mirrored his excitement, giving him a date where she'd be completely free. But that's all quickly becoming rather trivial compared to his growing bewilderment.

'Did she go on a last-minute errand run?? What is going on?'

It's only when a large droplet of rain nearly jabs his eye that he knows that the fall thunderstorm Ponyville ordered for the sake of building atmosphere towards Nightmare Night has begun. And it's at that moment that Sky knows he has a time limit before the rain starts pouring. So with a frown, he swiftly makes his way to a new location...

By the time he's in front of the door to Dream's house, the boughs of leafless trees have begun groaning and Sky's thick mane might as well be mauling his face, thanks to the whipping winds. Honestly, if it wasn't for the sheer absurdity that was the concept of being "stood up" by Dream of all ponies, he would have thought to arrive sooner to check on his friend. But looking at the house, the windows are completely absent of any light, and that becomes even more prominent with the darkening grey sky above him as the sun dips away and the clouds prepare to-

-drench him. Just...all at once. A waterfall-like sheet of rain crashes onto him, and he hisses a curse as he instinctively tries for the doorknob, despite knowing it won't open.

Except it does, and Skychaser has to blink a few times at that.

'Guess she went out and...forgot to lock it behind her...?'

A flash of lightning and Sky all but scrambles inside and shuts the door before the accompanying boom of thunder can deafen him.

As he enters the threshold, and his eyes adjust to the brief lightning flash followed by the interior darkness, he almost swears a separate faint light catches the edge of his vision. But it's gone before he can fully acknowledge it, and it leaves his mind as soon as he winces at the booming thunderclap.

"Hokay then..." Sky mutters. He shrugs off his hoodie and hangs it on the nearby coat rack. Having visited Dream's house numerous times before, finding and flicking on the closest light switch isn't too difficult. The warm lighting reveals the large, decently furnished living room he's grown quite accustomed to, as a place to spend time with his friend as well as a safe space for a few of their counseling sessions together: television and couch set up to the left, first-floor bathroom to the right, her open kitchen towards the very back, next to the polished curving staircase... "Wait for Dreamers it is..."

At least, he hopes Dream isn't still trying to make it to their sauna day. Once she realizes he's not at their meeting spot, she'll either look for him at the Cutie Mark Sanctuary if only to frantically apologize like the sweet doof she is, or she'll make the better call and head back home in this weather.

Unless she's forgotten their plans entirely. Then well...at the very least, she'll absolutely return straight home and they'll figure it out from there.

'Unless...an emergency...?'

Sky vigorously shakes the worrisome thought out of his head, only to flinch and curse again when water droplets fly everywhere and cling to the nearby wall. This isn't the time to go into Anxious-Brother-Mode™ when he should be hunting down a towel unless he wants to create a puddle in the middle of Dream's living roo- oh, a puddle's already forming, goddammit.

He carefully maneuvers himself towards Dream's towel closet on the right-most wall, right beside her bathroom door. But he sighs and gives up midway on tip-toeing when he realizes he's leaving a trail of rainwater anyway, making a faster beeline for it. Without pause he yanks it open and pulls out a fluffy towel with cute little sea motifs, aggressively drying his cursed sponge-like mop of hair; the true perpetrator of the puddles...a symbol of freedom and majesty now fallen from grace. For shame.

He sighs with relief once he feels sufficiently...less wet, albeit his feathers are sticking in almost every direction and his inner pegasus shrieks at him to preen- which, speaking of, is it weird to preen in your friend's house when they're not there?

Shower Thoughts with Skychaser.

Sky lets the towel hang around his neck and grins to himself over his dumb mental joke- but upon closing the closet door fully, something he hadn't noticed before immediately greets him.

A single orange sticky note, attached to the door at eye level.

He's genuinely confused at first, but once his eyes flit over the words written on it in black marker, he near-instantly recalls the counseling session he'd shared with Dream not even a month ago. In this very living room, funnily enough:

"Sticky Note Affirmations" she had called it, suggesting it to him like many other forms of therapy they've given a go through the course of their friendship. He remembers her explaining it as a method of using positive affirmations in one's daily life, to "move the mind away from persistent negative thoughts" and "set in a more positive way of thinking".

"Positivity takes practice!" he can practically still hear the confidence in Dreamaria's voice from that day, her beaming face forming in his mind. "We may be our own worst critic, Sky, but we're also the one person in life who can be our most faithful supporter. So try cheering your future self on!"

It sounded a little silly at first, the idea of sticking notes around his room and expecting them to do anything. Dream Flow did say the results varied for everyone.

Now, Sky has a small collection of post-it notes that have given him just the slightest boost needed to help deviate that self-deprecating corner of his mind; more often than not, at least. Who knew that reading something as simple as "I Am Worthy" on his bedroom door every morning could make a difference in his outlook for the day? He sure didn't.

But maybe Dream being the source of the idea made her feel a little present within each of his notes, believing in him just as much as he was encouraging himself.

Dream specifically offered the idea of writing down kind compliments for himself. There were also reminders and encouragements for daily tasks, saved for the heavier days where such chores often felt impossible or pointless. Now one particular note near his comb encourages him to brush his mane each day because otherwise, he'll deal with knots that resemble a pile of tangled earbud cords - or worst...Astral Dusk's spikes - and risk shaving it all off in frustration (Monochrome would have a field day).

Anyway, that aside, the note on Dream's towel closet reminds him of that sort of encouragement:

"Because a hot shower organizes thoughts and helps warm the soul!" it motivates, in curvy writing that he definitely recognizes as Dream's.

It shouldn't be a surprise that Dreamaria would practice her own suggestions, maybe to test the effectiveness for herself; but at the same time, how effective could testing it be? In his friend's case it felt hilariously redundant, like a mere flashlight's beam merging in with an already blinding sunray of optimism. Or...something. He's not as poetic with words and comparisons as Eventide.

Point is, the living embodiment of positivity just setting up more positive inspiration for her "future self" is incredibly funny to him and wholesomely endearing.

Skychaser backs his way into the middle of her living room, bumping up near Dream's couch there, and gives the room a good squint - and to his delight, his eye catches the pastel colors of more sticky notes dotting the mare's kitchen.

Well, at least he has something to distract himself with while he waits on Dream Flow. And if there's anypony he'd love to read some encouraging wisdom from, it'd have to be the counselor herself.

So he starts at one end and slowly saunters through her kitchen space, from one note to the next, feeling his grin and amusement growing with each one.

"Because an uncluttered sink helps with an uncluttered mind!" a pink note above her sink declares, where a few glasses and plates have been left to sit.

"Use me! Because you've come so far as a cook, and I exist for a reason!" the green note on her spotless stovetop-oven all but shouts.

"Because your body deserves nourishment, and Uncle wants you to eat well. Don't forget to keep a full fridge!" one blue sticky note insists on her refrigerator. Skychaser slyly opens the freezer door to better gauge the sorts of things his friend prefers to indulge in, for the noble cause of future birthday bashes (he genuinely half expects a compartment full of ice cream). His eyebrows fly up when he sees it's empty besides a tray of ice cubes.

'She REALLY must have gone out for some serious grocery shopping, geez...'

Now that he thinks about it, it's curious, really. Because while Dream's session on the notes had been held a month ago, Skychaser had visited just a week before and he's certain these little reminders hadn't been present that day. But the folded corners and slight creases on the notes suggest that they aren't recent either...?

Huh. Weird.

Sky hears the rain audibly thrum harder on the roof. He glances at the door, then at the time on her microwave.

6:42. Still no Dreamaria.

Hooves clacking across the tiles, Skychaser turns to leave the kitchen. In an effort to set aside his uncertainty, he considers what distractions he could find on Dream's T.V. That is until he finds himself pausing by the kitchen island.

Skychaser now notices that amongst a clutter of unopened mail envelopes, a single letter has been left out. Were it not for the rather official-looking white and blue mailer with a broken gold wax seal, or the fancy thick yellow parchment of the letter itself, Skychaser would have overlooked it.

He fights with himself, eyes flicking back and forth between the rest of the living room and the strange letter just...laying there.

...his need for answers wins over. Because surely a small glimpse and the quickest skim just to understand the subject of such an out-of-place letter couldn't hurt. It just may be the very clue he's been seeking as to the whereabouts of his friend.

'An emergency', his mind supplies nervously again, the feeling intensifying when he picks out on the envelope's face that the mailing address is from Reinsford; Dreamaria's hometown.

'Yeah, that's not comforting...'

So sure enough, he sets his now-folded towel onto the counter and leans over the parchment, giving the sentences a quick once-over. He searches for names, keywords, the last line of the letter-

He stops.

He reads the last line again. Then a third time, his eyes widening with each reread.

'Hold the fuck on, am I-?'

Sky swoops the letter up into his wings. He squints harder, darting his orange irises back to the beginning. Because maybe context would confirm whether he's crazy or he just read what he thinks he just read.

"Dear Madam Dreamaria Flow,

I hope this package and its contents have found you in good health. 

It has been a lengthy two years since your departure from our beloved coasts. Your absence has been profoundly felt by your fellow residents and myself, even to this very day.

While I would not dare to take up more of your time than necessary, I first wish to extend my deepest apologies for not reaching out to you sooner. Your uncle has shared a tale or two of your exploits in Ponyville, and though I am sure you have found success and a great sense of fulfillment in your new career - a hearty congratulations to you, may I add! - I have felt that a hefty debt was left unpaid the day you left this town.

It is only right that I follow through on my word. It took some time, but after vowing to properly reward you for your unforgettable deed, I am happy to announce that I have made great use of my authority to finally deliver:"

Halfway through the letter, the storm outside gives another bright flash of lightning, followed seconds later by a booming crack of thunder that almost shakes the air. A barely present corner of his mind registers something...slightly different about it; like a subtle sparking undercurrent of sound had joined in for just a second. But right now he's focused on this letter, too immersed in speed-reading the sentences to consider it as anything but a one-off:

"Enclosed is your very own Reinsford-sanctioned Certification of Arcane Excellence. Please do brandish this certificate with pride as a prior member of Reinsford's community. I believe such high credentials could prove useful and bode well if presented and proven to Princess Twilight Sparkle herself.

While losing someone as gifted and valuable as yourself thoroughly saddens us, we are quite pleased knowing our talented Dreamaria is still putting her skills to good use.

Remember that this town will always be your home. It has been far too long since we have last seen you. Never hesitate to visit, and if anything goes wrong, know that we will gladly welcome you back with open arms."

And then finally, he reaches that line again. Except he isn't sure if context has at all changed the amount of bewilderment and awe his discovery has brought him.

"Nonetheless, Reinsford will continue to miss its - official, as of this letter - dear Wizard, and its citizens whole-heartedly wish you well with your personal endeavors.

With gratitude, Mayor Bight"

A thunderclap of merciless lightning shatters the sky, and in that very instant, darkness falls around him.

The blackout startles Skychaser enough that he drops the letter and braces against the kitchen island with a soft yelp. He's thankful that the nearby streetlamp is managing to stream in just enough light through the windows to allow him the vaguest visual of his surroundings; shapes and desaturated colors and shadows, more than anything.

But now there is an eerie, deafening silence, with the background whirring of every appliance coming to a complete hush. The rain, the slightest shifts of his body, and his breath are suddenly much louder, almost reverberating through the room.

Whatever sense of confusion and wonder over Dream's letter has momentarily fizzled out, replaced by goosebumps and an immense sense of vulnerability. He feels small and uneasy - a single breathing body in an expanse of black and greys.

'Maybe I've uh...outstayed my welcome... If preening in your friend's empty house is weird, standing around for them in the darkness of their home may deserve a restraining order.'

He'll just have to table his questions and intrigue for another day, as exasperating as it is to have even fewer answers now than before.

For the sake of his boggled mind, he settles that Dream is out shopping. Or doing awesome-secret-wizard-shit, if this letter and her disappearance aren't just some strange, elaborate prank Dreamaria has set up just for him. Unlikely, yeah, but he's also learned that Dream Flow is pretty up there in terms of surprise factor.

Maybe he'll see enough faces on his way back to the Sanctuary to ask around about his friend. But before that, if he wants to even make that journey, he decides that a borrowed umbrella might be a good idea right about now. Or ooh, a cute, tiny raincoat he can drape over his head as he elegantly races through the streets before ducking underneath an awning and meeting his soulmate? Surely Dream had one or the other around somewhere.

The attempt to lighten his own mood somewhat works as he's able to blindly locate her letter, replace it on the counter, and urge himself forward through the low lit room. The air has been quick to drop temperature without its heating unit, only adding to the strangely oppressive atmosphere.

Thankfully the street light bounces off of the far wall - the one he had previously borrowed his towel from - preventing him from running face-first into it. If he's remembering right, and he traces the wall towards those curving stairs in the back corner...

The wall stops short. Tucked into the large alcove that follows, he finds his sought-after mystery door right near the foot of the stairs.

While aware of its existence, he admittedly has never seen the room's interior nor ever had a reason to check it out. He's only ever assumed it to be some sort of coat closet, so naturally, any form of raincoat or umbrella would surely be stored within. Most likely??

But as he steps up to the door, all too ready to prepare for his leave, he yet again is brought to a halt. He makes out a familiar small square shape in this shadowed corner of the house, attached to the door a little higher than the usual eye level.

'Oh. Even here?'

He almost chooses to ignore the sticky note with his priorities at hoof. But something about it draws his eye - and he realizes that, even in this lighting, he can faintly make out words. It's due to the writing itself, displaying neat and meticulous letters, as opposed to the other affirmations that were more hastily scrawled.

'"Because"..."you"...?'

Sky has to lean in until the bridge of his scrunched muzzle is just inches away from the note. His eyes have adjusted to the dark, so he's able to read the bleeding inky words:

"Because you'll prove them wrong."

.....

Skychaser allows himself a moment to give the note a good, long stare.

Maybe it's due to his current circumstances: the storm, the week of Nightmare Night, Dream's absence, standing alone inside a dark, deathly still building on a cold November eve. But the sharp change in tone from Dreamaria's previous notes definitely forces Sky to acknowledge just how unsettled he feels.

One step back and he's boring his visible eye into the closet door before him. That eye then falls to its silver door handle.

...this....is a closet that he just found that note on. Right?

Sky very quietly, very weakly laughs to himself. He moves to turn the handle before he can overthink it.

'Maybe this is where Dream keeps all the dead bodies.' he jests, pushing the door open a sliver.

It creaks under his hesitant grasp. With that crack, Sky notices a light source within, out of sight, in a room bigger than he honestly pictured; faint. Orange. ...pulsating?

BANG!

Sky releases an indecipherable shout right as the door in his grasp SLAMS back in place in one explosive movement. He stumbles backward but he doesn't get far, because in a whirlwind there are glowing blue lights flying around him in literal ribbons, erupting from the floor, grabbing him, coiling around him so rapidly that he doesn't get a chance to even unfurl his wings as he rears up, because now they're being tied to his back and his forelegs are bound up securely against his chest-

He's lifted, hoisted right off the ground and jostled about in the process of being turned. At this point he's stopped thrashing and has kept his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth painfully clenched. Upon the movements stopping, he cracks his eyes open to look down at himself.

Instead, his irises flash to his lower left, where the end of one ethereal ribbon is gradually creeping around his neck without actual contact: a silent threat. He can't control the pitifully strangled noise he lets out, desperately leaning his head as far away as possible, which isn't far at all.

'What the fuck, what the FUCK, I WAS FUCKING JOKING-'

He would be breaking down into hysterical laughter right about now if he wasn't so shaken. The only reason he hasn't entered a full-blown panic is that the ribbons have completely ceased their motions, and while tight, it's not enough to restrict his breathing. He's fine. He's okay.

Look at him. Those positive thinking exercises have been working...haha. ...coping with humor at a time like this probably isn't the healthiest, though, even if it's working to keep his sanity intact.

Maybe it's not fully hitting him. It all feels too unreal, like some realistic fever dream-

Violently swishing fabric rolls through his ears next, too pitched and harsh to be born from his imagination. Skychaser jolts, because in a single blink, the safe beams of the streetlight filtering in from each of the house's windows have been cruelly snuffed out. The curtains have all been pulled shut in one sweep. He's been left in true, absolute pitch darkness.  

And then he sees it.

A set of white, glowing pinpricks of light, waiting in the shadows straight ahead.

Staring right back.

Watching��him. Sky registers that this is real.

Body and throat seized up in terror, he doesn't even scream. He can't find his voice, only listening to his own labored breathing while those two glows eerily sway and grow closer. He catches the sound of slow, careful steps. Hoofclacks.

As his mind processes, the glowing orbs stop just outside of the light from his radiant restraints.

And they speak.

"...state your business."

The voice is low. Soft and husky, yet it carries in the quiet amongst a backdrop of rain. It's formal, frigid, and completely foreign to him.

Skychaser shivers.

"I-I..." he struggles out, his own voice hoarse but miraculously coherent despite his scrambled brain. "I was...l-looking-"

He snaps his mouth close when he hears a sharp inhale in front of him. It's followed by a much gentler, far more familiar tone.

"...Skychaser?"

Sky's eyes bug open, only for him to cringe away when a flash of light nearly blinds him. He blinks against it anyway, urging his pupils to focus in on-

Dream Flow.

The tip of her horn is illuminated with a small beacon of magical light - a beacon that closely resembles whatever the hell she's done to her pupils, filled at the centers with the very pinpricks of white that had shaken him previously.

The unicorn looks thoroughly dumbfounded. Wide-eyed, mouth open, head pulled back. When she seemingly confirms his identity for herself, her eyebrows knot even further.

"...you're...my intruder?" she slowly sounds out. "How did you...why are you here?"

Sky's remaining brain cell has long fizzled out by now, so he sputters at first before he exclaims back;

"Me?? I came here looking for you! You didn't show for our sauna meet! Where in Equestria have you been?!"

Cogs seem to turn in his friend's head for a few seconds before realization settles in.

"Oh." She murmurs, blinking owlishly at him. "That...yes. You're right. I...oh..."

More beats of silence pass. Sky shifts uncomfortably in the ribbons' grasp. Before he can even ask, the motion has Dream breaking out of her stupor. As if just realizing the state he's in, dismay flickers across her face. And yet she lets out a laugh, one he can only describe as stressed in this context.

"Oh Celestia, what a horrible...horrible misunderstanding!"

With a blue spark of her horn, Skychaser watches as the magical ribbons begin to shimmer and dissolve away, gently lowering him down as they do. He turns his head about at the rather pretty display, with sparkles left behind in the spell's wake before those dissolve in thin air too. Skychaser doesn't get to admire for long as he clumsily has to catch himself with his front hooves those final few inches to the floor.

He shoots her a perplexed look, but he doesn't think she sees it, because she's too busy aiming a secondary laugh at the floor. In his gut, he has the distinct impression that she doesn't actually find this humorous. Not with the way her shoulders have gone rigid.

"I am...so terribly sorry, Skychaser. I genuinely thought someone had broken into my house and...well, I was prepared for a confrontation!"

"I noticed!" he wheezes out, half-exasperated, half-jokingly. "You also look ready to shoot lasers out of your eyes, and I nearly peed myself because of it."  

Dream winces, then squeezes her eyes and sets her horn sparking blue again. When she reopens them - thank God - her actual pupils have returned. The spectrum of colors in them are discernable again too - downcast, he discovers that the azure in her irises appears more pronounced. Or maybe it's the low lighting.

"They say intimidation leaves an impression," she quips, the corner of her mouth barely quirking up. She's still not looking at him. "Guess it worked, huh?"

Sky mouth pulls down into a deep frown, his gaze roaming over his friend. Dream's blue mane is unusually unkempt from what he's used to. The mare's form hasn't even moved an inch from its tight, almost closed off stance in the past minute or two - a significant contrast to the conversational cadence of her voice.  

He doesn't think he's ever seen Dream so...physically withdrawn before. In a way, it was understandable in the aftermath of what's looking more and more like one very awkward, very startling mix-up. But it's also not like she hurt him.

"Hey, Dreamers, it's okay. You freaked me out, sure, but I'm WAY more relieved to see you. I was starting to think something serious happened."

Shortly afterward, Dream finally meets his eye, but only to offer a sad smile.

"I apologize for that! It seems I just..."

"Overslept?" Sky grins humorously, only to pause when Dream's expression dips into guilty. "Wait what?"

"I'd only meant to close my eyes for an hour or two at most-" she confesses, glancing up towards her stairs. "-and take a short rest before meeting up. But the murky weather must have lulled me." A chuckle bubbles out of her and she shakes her head. "I think my sleepy haze made me forget everything else once a 'threat' entered the picture. But that's no excuse. I won't let something this careless happen again, I promise."

Sky rubs his forehead. Not because he has a headache, but because the small puzzle pieces he now possesses are struggling to mash together. "So...you were actually upstairs? This whole time?"

Dream nods. "Yes, I woke up when..." Her eyes trail over towards the front door.

She goes quiet. Almost as soon as that answer fades out, another question begins. "....Sky, how did you get in anyway?"

"Your door was unlocked...?" he provides, letting the question in his tone voice his own confusion. "Which I thought was weird."

Dream answers with a short, disbelieving laugh. "Oh wowy! Seems I didn't lock it behind me when I got the mail today..." she breathes out a sigh. "I'm glad you got out of the storm, but I'll need to be more mindful."

Mail.

An opening presents itself to him. A way to find answers and ease tension, he hopes, as his buried intrigue and curiosity rises from the depths.

"Hey, don't sweat it! But I gotta say...that was a preeetty cool trick you did back there," A knowing grin spreads across his face, and he leans his head forward with a conspirational whisper. "Miss Wizard~"

Dreamaria doesn't respond right away. It takes her one steady beat before she slowly turns her head back towards him.

A blank stare greets him.

"...what?"

"You're a Wizard, Dreamy!" he chirps, bouncing between his hooves. "Congratulations! Even I couldn't believe it when I spotted your letter, but all that fancy-shmancy magic you did sure confirms it." He taps his hoof to his chin, humming playfully. "It sounds like you've had a bunch of snazzy spells up your sleeve for a while! Why'd you never-"

He's so lost in his giddy mental world of excitement and thrill that he almost misses the way Dream stiffens. Almost.

Because her smiles are gone now.

"You...read my letter."

It's less of a question and more a statement she's allowing to sink in. Caught off guard by her abrupt monotonous tone, he finds himself self-conscious in his reply.

"Yeah it was...lying on the counter, and I thought it could be a...clue...but um..."

With each word, Sky begins to recognize the breach of privacy he had committed and how weak of an excuse he really had to snoop on a clearly personal letter. Even if it felt justified at the time. It's his turn to wince guiltily. "Yeah no that...sounds pretty bad actually."

Dream doesn't react, gazing back vacantly in a way she's never done before. It makes him retract a hoof, an uncomfortable knot forming in his stomach. "...Dream?"

She inhales, almost painstakingly slow and deep. The breath is held for a few seconds longer.

Then, after an exhale that's just as prolonged, the smallest smile ghosts across her muzzle.

"I see. You were worried and it just kind of happened. Right? I'm the one who left it out and created this whole mess. So really, it's my own fault."

What? Sky insistently shakes his head. "No way, it's your house. I should've held off...I'm sorry."

Dream reaches out to touch his shoulder, smiling sweetly. "Apology accepted! What's done is done, eh~?"

Uncertainty lingers despite himself; to think he managed to elicit that response, out of Dream, which made it undeniably that much more nervewracking. Regardless, Skychaser wills himself to relax.

How Dream can consistently be that quick to forgive will remain out of his realm of understanding. Good thing, too...he didn't think he could handle impairing one of his most cherished friendships all because of his own ever-present idiocy.

"...can I ask...??"

Sky's a little dubious on where to put his footing down from here, but he trusts Dream enough to be forthright with him about where her lines lie. Thankfully the corners of the mare's eyes crinkle back cordially.

"Yes, Sky?" she invites.

"...does that mean you're like that one guy?" He leans back in, side-mumbling to her. "Star Whirl the Bearded or whatever-"

Dream laughs, loud and hearty. "OH, heavens no! Starswirl was an arcane prodigy. I'm nothing like that." Dream Flow turns away from Sky to walk towards her front door. Curious, Skychaser follows after her. "In fact, despite what that letter claims, I'm not a Wizard."

"What?" Sky laughs out, shooting the back of her head a doubtful raise of his brow. "But they gave you-"

She smiles back at him over her shoulder, serenely closing her eyes and shaking her head.

"I'm not a Wizard. Being a Wizard suggests that I'm some grand expert who plays with different fields of magic for a living! I'm just an Emotion Counselor who happens to have some extra prior study on the side." For some reason she begins to glide an absentminded hoof against the carved wood of the doorframe. "Reinsford legally naming me their pet Wizard doesn't change that."

...pet? "Now excuse me for a second!" Dream says, aiming her horn towards the entrance. "I really need to reset this before the mental buzzing gives me a headache."

Her horn illuminates - an odd mismatch of bright blue with tinges of her magic's usual orange - and Skychaser gapes as the unassuming decorative markings carved into the door's wooden frame begin to light up brightly, one by one, until it's covered with these glowing elaborate lines and shapes completely unfamiliar to the pegasus. Dream turns back to him, coaxing him with a nudge of her head towards the display.

"If you don't mind, Skychaser, could you please touch one of these runes? If I add in your magic signature, we won't have to worry about another silly mishap."

Sky has literally no idea what any of that means. But Dream looks composed and attentive, so he follows her instructions. This "rune" he touches brightens, casting a warm halo of white light around his hoof. Then it all fades away, dimming the room back to just Dreamaria's light spell.

He glimpses at the unicorn and takes in the unexpectedly soft way she's looking at him.

"...thank you for trusting me." She expresses with warmth, placing a hoof over her chest in some form of relief.

"I mean yeah, always, but that was...?"

Dream perks up. There's a playfulness to her demeanor as she casually shrugs.

"A magical alarm. Just in casies. You activated my runes when you walked in," she giggles. "That's what alerted me and woke me up! But now that I've included you into the formula, you're my trusted exception. No more false alarms if something like this manages to happen again."

Okay. Sky's mind is officially boggled.

"Wait, so you're over here trying to convince me that you're NOT a Wizard-" He gestures incredulously at the door. "But you can do crazy shit like that?!"

Her ears twitch back, enough to catch his attention. Just like that, she's back to averting her gaze.

"Ah...this isn't as complicated as it looks, actually!" Dream defends cheerfully, strain returning to the smile she's wearing. "The initial set up was more tedious if anything. But I appreciate the compliment!"

With that, she strides away from the front door and back into the house, presumably towards her kitchen. However, her attitude regarding the subject bugs him. It's not like he knows much about unicorn history and titles and whatnot, but still...

"I thought being called a Wizard would be like...the highest honor for a unicorn or something." He scratches his head, a little embarrassed over his own lack of knowledge. "So I guess I'm not getting why you're..."

"Being called a wizard is a compliment to a unicorn's abilities." Dream supplies for him, slowing her gait to a halt. She turns her head without facing him, choosing to speak into the air instead. "Being named a Wizard is different...just something silly they began labeling me one day." More jovial laughter shakes her shoulders. "It was a little much! So Ponyville became my home of choice."

Despite her light-hearted, almost whimsical tone, Sky's ability to read body language doesn't fail him. He sees tension retake her frame.

"So you don't want to be one." Sky notes with a frown, eyebrows pulled back. Hooves clacking against the hardwood floor, he stops just beside her to brush a soothing wing against her shoulder; something he realizes he's never had to do, because comfort has only ever been given the other way around. "Too much pressure?" He prompts quietly.

Dream Flow is staring off, a distant look on her face. There's a slight shift to her jaw.

"I...don't have time to..."

She's deep in thought. Contemplative. Choosing her words carefully as she lowers her head to one side.

"...humor their fantasy of me."

A tense silence follows, along with a creeping feeling of personal familiarity. Sky tries to work a response through his mind, but he doesn't get enough time to when Dream's gently pushing his wing away and beaming up at him. "But never mind that. This weather must be doing things to me. It's not like me to put a damper on the mood! I've never been the biggest fan of rain."

"It's not a damper..." Sky tries, because really, when has Dream ever opened up to him like this? It's never even crossed his mind that she even had things to open up about, as stupid as that was.

But it's clear to him that Dream's finished, with the way she holds up a hoof and how the curve of her lips eases. "I wouldn't want anypony getting the wrong idea about me here either, actually. So I hope we can keep this between us? No more ‘Dream the Magical Wizard'?"

Dream drops her pitch a few decimals just to exaggerate the title, and it's so out of the blue that it wins her a short laugh from him. "Of course." Sky answers without hesitation. If she's shared all she's willing to, enough to return to her usual self, he won't push it. That's how she's always been when it came to him, after all. "You're just 'Dreamers the Dork" to me."

A grin breaks across Dream's face at that. "I like that better, actually."

"Ooooh no, don't say that, or else I'll start greeting you like that. Everywhere we go."

Dream giggles and continues her trek to the kitchen with Sky in tow. He now sees that she's heading towards that little area directly beneath her stairway; a side room to her kitchen used for her laundry appliances.

...memory swears that the folding doors to this room were closed earlier.

"Okay, let's fix this..." she hums and steps into the crowded space, leaving Sky standing at the threshold. He never identified it until now, writing it off as some random metallic plate on the back wall, but Dream Flow snaps it open and reveals it to be a door to a breaker box.

Confused, he's about to stop what should've been a futile attempt at bringing back power, but just like that, Dream flicks the top-most switch and the house comes back to life around him. Light refills the room, the microwave lets out a beep of relief, and Sky meanwhile is whipping his head back and forth between the main room and Dream herself.

"Wait, I thought the storm took out the power, how did you??"

"Oh, no." Dream grins sheepishly, gesturing towards the circuit breaker behind her. "That was all me."

Oh, how the surprises never cease with her. When did she even get downstairs to pull this stunt on him?

Well, she could teleport. But even that made noise. How he never heard her even once is-

Oh. Thunder.

"This was...one elaborate plan, Dream."

"That's true. But when you've never lived alone before, you sort of...end up a little paranoid." Dream rubs her foreleg shyly. "I saw lights on downstairs, sensed someone I couldn't even see walking around, and had no clue what they wanted. Naturally I assumed a break-in, so I took the necessary precautions to keep safe and take action."

If Sky didn't feel bad earlier, he's certainly feeling it now.

"Damn...didn't mean to scare ya, sis."

"That goes for two of us..." Dream Flow sighs dramatically. "Causing fear in you...I'd never wish for that again."

"Hey, I'm just glad it wasn't anything paranormal!" Sky exclaims, backing up to let Dream join him in the actual kitchen. When she does, though, she turns her head towards her appliances.

"...oh. Well this is embarrassing." She says, looking straight at one of her sticky notes. "These were meant to be private, but wow does this explain why my 'intruder' was so entertained by my kitchen."

Skychaser snickers. "Hey, I for one appreciated your wise words. I think it's cute that you're messing around with affirmations yourself."

Speaking of...that reminds him.

"I was wondering, Dream," Sky motions his head back towards the very space their face-off had played out. "What's that room by the stairs? I thought it was a coat closet, but..."

He trails off, wondering if Dream will catch on.

"Oh, that? That's just my private study! I've stored a bunch of very personal memories from Reinsford in there." She smiles. "I take it you read my note. It's basically a little reminder for myself to keep moving forward."

Ah. Move on from a town of expectations? That made enough sense to him. And he sure was glad all of the wild threads tonight were finally ending with answers.

"And like everything else, I can only guess that creepy orange glow was you too?" he teases. "I only got a glimpse, but it definitely was a distraction before everything broke loose."

Dream doesn't say anything at first, as if waiting for him to continue or deliver some punch line. When he doesn't elaborate she gives him an inquiring eyebrow raise and a tilt of her head. "Wait, what glow?"

Sky stops. Just in case, he searches Dream's face, but she looks sincerely clueless.

"The...one inside the study?" He provides, hoping for any sign of recognition. "Something was glowing, but it was faint and I couldn't see anything."

Dream looks taken aback. Eyes darting sharply towards the door in question, she gives it one disbelieving look.

"'Glowing'...?" she whispers breathily, and the goosebumps that had long faded away are now returning to Skychaser's pelt. He blanches.

"Oh Gods it wasn't you..." Sky tugs at his hair and makes some sort of makeshift curtain to hide half of his face behind. "Oh Gods, what was that then?!"

Dream's multi-colored orbs snap back to him. "A-ah! Well-" her voice carries a slight tremor, one she catches and visibly swallows down (as if that'll hide how she's just as freaked out as he is, she's not fooling him). Then she laughs it off, giving him a playful grin. "It's probably not ghosts?"

"Probably?!"

"It's more likely some old runic project of mine! Responding to the electrical energy in the storm." She waves her hoof towards the ceiling. On cue, a rumble of thunder reaches them. "Elemental conversion and all!"

"Lady, I still don't get your magic talk, but if you say so..." He heaves out a breath. "Anything but ghosts...or dead bodies."

Dream gives him a quizzical look at that last comment, but apparently decides against asking. "Well hey! You know what'll lighten the mood?" Dream claps her hooves together, eyes glittering now. "The storm won't stop for another hour or two. So it's time for me to begin making it up to you, starting with a movie night! I still have popcorn in the cupboard and plenty of soda~"

Sky squints at her from behind his mane-wall.

"...'Dogs Don't Dance'?"

"A classic." Dream nods sagely.

"And you'll restock your dang empty freezer first thing?"

"Whoops...don't worry! I'll stop slacking and do that tomorrow~"

Skychaser carries himself to the DVD storage shelf her television sits on. It's thankfully on the literal opposite side of the room from Dream's private study, a place he's sure he'll now associate with tension and spooks after the events of the day. Keeping away is proobably for the best, especially right now. Because reassured or not, the pegasus doesn't think he'll be completely shaking off his jitters tonight. A scary movie would probably do him in at this point.  

Dream must be experiencing something similar, because after tapping the popcorn setting on her microwave, he sees her lean against the counter and restlessly gaze off towards that very door behind him. Warding off any surprise demons with her magic stare, he hopes.

But enough jokes. He leaves Dream to it, turning his full undivided attention on the vital task of sifting through DVD cases and finding his favorite comfort movie of jiving animated dogs. They both probably need it.

_________________________________________________________ This...this is a dense chapter and I'm kind of living.

I'm so curious to know what theories and thoughts people have drawn from it, so don’t be afraid to hyper-analyze. Nothing brings me greater joy... I recently fell in love with a few different writing styles and decided to play around with it myself here! I had a lot of fun with it, HEHEH. These probably constitute a whole separate lore upload, but for now, below will be a list of headcanons on Wizards in Destinyverse! For those interested!

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Wizard/Sorcerer/Sorceress are all synonymous and are used based on preference. “Wizard” is the go-to gender-neutral term of the three.

The title of “Wizard” has altered throughout time. In pre-Equestrian days, when the Unicorns were all competing to understand magic and develop their power and prestige, the original Unicorn Royal Family were quick to employ the most powerful and innovative mages as advisors. These were the first Wizards - they were gifted high societal status and became the first nobles, whose wealthy descendants still live in the uppercrust of Canterlot to this day.

Thereafter, Wizardry became a profession that certified one’s expertise and allowed a unicorn to work alongside the most prestigious spellcasters and researchers (sometimes working for the crown, but not always). Aspiring Wizards then only earned their own title if they were lucky enough to have their talents acknowledged by the royal family  (in the special case of the mighty prodigy Starswirl himself), or by the authority of an existing Wizard (ie. the sorcerer Clover the Clever, first student of Starswirl the Bearded).

After the three pony tribes integrated into one society (and the Unicorn Royal Family abdicated for the reign of Celestia and Luna), unicorns stepped up in villages all across Equestria to offer magical consultation and arcane services to their fellow ponies. From time to time, an especially studied specialist with a wide range of knowledge would prove their skill or accomplish an incredible feat; thus began the practice of local governments certifying their very own Village Wizard for townsfolk to go to for any magical needs. Not all Village Wizards dedicated themselves to one singular town; in fact, it was considered an honor for a village’s Wizard to proudly represent their town and aid others across Equestria.

The decline of spellcrafting and spellcasting over the centuries has led to Wizards being few and far between. The desire to pass down arcane knowledge still exists, as seen with Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns; so these days, only those with a thirst for knowledge (or even rarer, the desire to pursue arcane advancement) study magic. Even fewer who graduate Celestia's school have gone on to become Wizards, either becoming professors at the princess' school or private tutors of upper-class Canterlot.

The modern Wizard is now defined as a certified practitioner of multiple fields of magic who is consulted for arcane services and/or researches for the sake of arcane advancement. Famous present day Wizards include!

Mage Meadowbrook and Mistmane (both once designated sorceresses of their respective villages). Meadowbrook was the very first non-unicorn to become a mage, and then named Sorceress for her potion-making and item-enchantments.

Starlight Glimmer (sorceress; professor at Twilight’s School of Friendship and occasional aid for Uni-Tech)

Sunset Shimmer (sorceress; royal scientist; founder of Uni-Tech who works for societal advancements in magitech)

Sunburst escapes the definition by a thin hair, due to not being an actual spellcaster or crafter. But he is a valuable magic advisor with his keen mind, and a proud member of Uni-Tech.

[purplesurveys]

1001

survey by voicedance16

Name A...

Name yourself:  I said this like, seven surveys ago. To make things different, I share my name with a bird and Rihanna’s first name. 

Name (one of) your best friend(s): Angela. Sister for life.

Name 3 things in your fridge/freezer: We have a loaf of white bread, a near-empty bottle of Japanese mayonnaise, and a tub of liver.

Name a color you're wearing currently: Pink and orange. I ended up going to the virtual Halloween party at work - went as Dora - and it was a blast. I’m SO glad impersonating our characters didn’t turn out to be mandatory; I just sat there and was happy to be there, lmao. 

Name the last thing you ate: A ham sandwich.

Name the last store you went to: Does the vet count? They sell pet food over there, so it’s kind of like a store I guess. I went last weekend because Cooper needed a heartworm test and a couple of shots.

Name the song you're listening to: Nada.

Name the artist of that song: See above.

Name your favorite animal: Dogs! Elephants are a close second.

Name what pets you have, if any: I have two dogs, an aspin and a beagle.

Name the town/state you live in: I won’t give away the city, but I will say Metro Manila is a literal stone’s throw away. I live right at the border.

Name something commonly ordered at Starbucks: Like...in general? I’m not aware of the most common food/drink ordered by other people but if I had to pick a guess, I know frappes are popular among my age group and the age group before us and that java chip is a popular flavor. But if you’re just referring to my usual, I like getting an iced caramel macchiato.

Name the last person you talked to in person: My dad. They gave us a box of Halloween donuts AND cake pops at work today :’) so I just asked my dad if he wanted a donut.

Name the last person you talked to on the phone: Mom. But my last call in general was a Zoom call with the entire company just a few minutes ago for the Halloween party.

Name the current day of the week: Today issss Wednesday.

Name the current month: October.

Name the current time: 6:55 PM.

Name the last movie you watched: I’m Thinking of Ending Things, blech. Need a happier movie to mention.

Name the last book you read: I’ve mentioned it too many times on a lot of recent surveys.

Name a place you've been on vacation: Bali.

Name a place you'd like to go on vacation: I desperately need to go back to Sagada, or at least Tagaytay. I think visitors are already allowed to go to the latter so I’m really eyeing a solo, soul-searching trip soon. As for places I’ve never been to before but would make for interesting vacations, I’d go with Chicago and Marrakesh.

Name 3 things you can see from where you're sitting: I can see an empty mug that used to contain coffee, a box of cake pops, and a purple pen.

Name your favorite musical: Miss Saigon.

Name an animal (any): The first animal that came to mind was dragonfly.

Name a fruit: Avocado, the only bitch in the house that I ever respected.

Name a vegetable: Broccoli, my favorite.

Name a common breakfast food: Where I live, beef tapa.

Name a color: Dandelion.

Name a type of flower: ...Dandelion!

Name a type of tree: Pine. Not that we have any here lol, but it’s the first kind I thought of.

Name a city: Uhh, idk. Let’s go with Seattle.

Name a state: I first thought of Wisconsin because I have a lot of family living there.

Name a country: Let’s go outside of the States and go with Sweden.

Name a continent: Asia.

Name a planet: Mars.

Name a girl's name: Clara. Such a pretty-sounding name.

Name the last person to comment you on Facebook: I haven’t had Facebook in weeks and I genuinely can’t remember from whom I received my last comment before I deactivated.

Name a clothing store/brand: Mango.

Name the last book you got at the library: It’s called History of the Filipino People, written by one of my great-uncles.

Name a restaurant: Max’s, even though their food sucks.

Name a grocery store: SM.

Name an iPhone app: Like, an Apple-exclusive app? I think Keynote is one of them.

Name an actor: Eddie Redmayne! One of my favorites.

Name an actress: Kate Winslet, my biggest crush through and through.

Name a music group: Destiny’s Child.

Name your favorite/lucky number: I don’t have a lucky number, but 4 is my favorite. I don’t have a solid reason for it to be my favorite; it just is.

Name something you've accomplished:  Graduating college from my dream school in my (then-)dream degree/course.

Name something you'd like to accomplish: Travel, and travel a lot.

Name someone who makes you laugh: Andi made me smile and chuckle a bit today, so let’s name them.

Name something exciting coming up soon: Nothing too specific, really. But I’m supposed to be receiving my internship cut any day now and it’s gonna be my first salary ever, so that’s pretty exciting :)

Name a song that makes you emotional: 26 by Paramore.

Name one of your pet peeves: People who call without texting or notifying beforehand. Holy fucking shit. A hiring manager did this exact thing to me yesterday and I rejected her call because she did not text first. I honestly have no regrets, and I wouldn’t have been bitter if she stopped pursuing me then. 

Name someone you know who is an amazing singer: Hannah, without a doubt.

Name someone who is the same religion as you: JM.

Name a holiday you celebrate: Christmas. I can hardly believe another one is coming up soon.

Name the last 4 digits of your phone number: Uh, no thanks.

Name one of your cousins: Sam.

Name a book you loved when you were younger: I used to really love the Septimus Heap series by Angie Sage and I reread the first book, Magyk, more times than I could ever count.

Name a song you loved when you were younger: Big Girls Don’t Cry - Fergie.

Name your favorite movie: Two for the Road.

Name a popular book series: The Hunger Games, even though I never actually read it.

Name a musical instrument: A song played on a solo saxophone...

Name a language: German.

Name what other tabs you have open: On this window, just Bzoink. I just closed a YouTube tab.

Name 3 things on the walls of the room you're in: Audrey Hepburn wall decors, a painting that I’m trying to cover up with post-its to turn it into something positive, and uhhh my aircon is mounted to the wall if that counts lol

Name your house number: I’m not sharing that.

Name your high school: It’s an all-girls Catholic school in my city. I’ve shared the name before but I don’t feel like doing so tonight.

Name your college, if applicable: My college was in mass communication, but I went to university in UP.

Name your middle school: See high school.

name your elementary school Again, see high school.

Name the college you wish you went to/hope to go to: UP.

Name your favorite teacher: My music teacher throughout high school. I don’t like her subject, but I love her.

Name the color of your backpack: I haven’t had to use a backpack in a while but my main one is pink.

Name a dessert: Creme brulee. I don’t memorize which letters have those accent marks and I don’t feel like looking that up right now.

Name a famous landmark: Because I can clearly read the next question, the Statue of Liberty.

Name a place you might go in NYC: I’d go straight to my uncle’s so that he can show me the good spots. He has a lot of cool friends who run their own bars/restaurants in the city so if anyone knows how to have a good time in NYC without having to go to all the big tourist places, it’s him. GOD I can’t wait to go to New York.

Name an inventor: Hedy Lamarr.

Name an article of clothing: Scarves.

Name an ice cream flavor: Mint chocolate chip, yum.

Name a religion: Buddhism.

Name an emotion: Resentment. 

Name a room in your house: My bedroom, because that’s where I’m staying in at the moment.

Name a website: Wikipedia.

Name a car: This is pretty vague. A kind of car? Hatchback. Are you looking for a make? Toyota. Or maybe a specific model? Honda Civic. I gotchu.

Name something you need to do today: SLEEP. I should not be awake at 11 PM.

Name someone you admire: Andi.

Name someone you miss: At the moment, nobody.

Name a part of the body: Elbow.

Name the last youtube video you watched: I bawled my eyes out to a video playing the audio to Ben&Ben’s Kathang Isip because that song makes so much goddamn sense and is relatable now. Can’t I just go back to a simpler time when that song was just fun to listen to and wasn’t actually relevant to my life? I hate music sometimes.

Name a quote you love: I don’t have one.

[txt-daily]

𝔾𝔼𝕋 𝕋𝕆 𝕂ℕ𝕆𝕎 𝕋𝕏𝕋

Stage name : Soobin ( 수빈)

Birth name : Choi Soo Bin ( 최수빈)

Potential position : leader, rapper

Birthday : December 5th, 2000

Height :185 cm

He sees himself as a rabbit - his favorite colors are sky blue and yellow - nicknames: cucumber, soob, rabbit, mongolian wolf, binnie oppa - his hobbies are reading and listening to music - he used to dance with 14u’s gyeontae - he said that he can’t live without almond milk and that he would be happy if he receive it as a gift for his birthday - You can’t dislike him, he’s a sweet heart and he seems so passionate in what he likes

Stage name : Yeonjun ( 연준)

Birth name : Choi Yeon Jun ( 최연준 )

Potential position : rapper, dancer

Birthday : September 13th, 1999

Height :181.5 cm

Lived in the US for 2 years since he was 9 years old - his hobbies are dancing, eating, skating - he sees himself as a puppy - his favorite color is purple - he plays overwatch - he is the oldest member - he is a fashionista - he likes soju, beer and a mixture of both - He’s really good at dancing, and he truly loves the fans (he said his ideal type is the fans)

Stage name : Beomgyu ( 범규 )

Birth name : Choi Beom Gyu ( 최범규 )

Potential position : rapper, dancer

Birthday : March 13th, 2001

Height :179 cm

Master of aegyo - plays guitar - favorite food : rice cake with honey and stir-fried beef tripe from Daegu - his nicknames are bamgyu and cookie - favorite color : pink - good at claw games - he is shy and quiet to people at first but when he warms up, he can’t stop talking - he used to stay up all night writing songs for his members - He is charming and as well a sweet heart with his members

Stage name : Taehyun ( 태현 )

Birth name : Kang Tae Hyun ( 강태현 )

Potential position : vocalist (main for me)

Birthday : February 5th, 2002

Height :177 cm

His hobbies are swimming and football - he likes sweet things including caramel frappuccino - he likes photography - yeonjun says that taehyun is in charge of passion and fashion in the group - he is someone who focuses on the present more than worrying about the future - He is mature and passionate and has an amazing voice

Stage name : Huening Kai ( 휴닝카이 )

Birth name : Kai Kamal Huening 

Korean name : Jung Kai ( 정카이 )

Potential position : vocalist, visual, maknae

Birthday : August 14th, 2002

Height :181.1 cm

His nicknames are hyuka and ningning - he plays a lot of instruments - he describes himself as random and cool - he can play the piano and was interested in music since a young age and wanted to inspire people from it - he likes mint chocolate, chips, ice cream - he can speak in madarin, korean, portugese and english - He has a beautiful voice as well, he sees himself as a unicorn which is pretty accurate

Their title track is Crown, a catchy song with a strong and refreshing choreography, they already got some wins with this song. I would like to say that if they won those it’s because they are talented and of course being from bighit is helpful, but the song could have done a flop. You have to be aware of the pressure on idols in kpop, they are really young and following bts is huge goal/responsibility. So please, look forward to them in the future and in which way they will evolve . Also, I recognize the fact that they had a big fandom behind them before their debut, but now that they finally did it, I hope fans of txt will be called “fans of txt” (I’m still waiting for the fandom name :) and not just “army who are txt fans”. Don’t forget that they are five young boys who only want to fulfill their dreams.

Credits : gifs from allfortxt and ohtxt, also sorry if i made some mistakes, english is not my native language, hope you enjoy the post.

[alternativemiraculous]

Kagadrinette headcanons.

We all know crack ships are a dangerous adventure because sometimes it's really difficult to find works about them. But OT3s?

So I'm gonna show some of my headcanons for Marinette x Adrien x Kagami. How is this ship named? Kagadrinette? Adrinettgami? Maridrigami? LuckySwords? Last one is quite cute, maybe. I'll go for that and Kagadrinette.

Kagami fell for Marinette after they started hanging out. Mari invited her to her squad. At first it was difficult since the only one who liked her besides Marinette was Rose. Alya thought she was mean, Mylène was scared of her, Juleka didn't want her to hurt Rose and Alix didn't really care. They were so wrong! Thanks to Mari's effort they started warming to her. But Kagami kept being close to Marinette.

One day Kagami notices she was jealous. Jelaous of Alya. Why was Marinette still thinking so high of her? She trusted Lila!

Kagami talked to Adrien, her closest friend and crush. He informed her of Lila's situation and all.

Adrien liked Kagami since Frozer, but was always so blinded by Ladybug. The day he discovered Mari was Ladybug he was ashamed. He didn't know Marinette would be his type! Yes, Adrien likes strong, harsh women.

After the reveal (not only them, of all the team), Marinette at first didn't want to talk to the cat, she never considerer not knowing her crush. She realized everything she knew about him was just his reprimed self.

Those days Kagami was there to help her. She was also surprised, but didn't really care because she knew Adrien in a more personal level, she always knew Adrien wasn't that perfect boy (I don't care about what she said in Oni Chan lmao). So she encouraged Marinette to keep searching for the real Adrien, even if Ladybug was Adrien's crush and Kagami knew it.

What nobody expected was that Marinette started liking Kagami. She never thought of herself as bi, so at first she thought it was just strong friendship and devotion. But thinking about Adrien and Kagami confused her sooo much.

One day after an Akuma attack, both Chat Noir and Ryuko noticed Ladybug was evadind them. Yes, she kept leading the team but wasn't strong as always. They chose to talk to her.

Aaaand that's when Ladybug confesed she liked both of them. Even if things were so akward with the cat, she still liked him. And Kagami... oof.

Ryuko coldly said a "me too". Chat Noir blushed sooo hard and nearly vanished. Both. Girls. He. Liked. Liked. Him.

Things started really akward. They didn't know what to do. Marinette was the one who talked about that thing... polyamory? She was so nervous. Adrien thought it was okay, he didn't have all that much contact to the world so he didn't see nothing wrong. But Kagami at first didn't like the idea. That was wrong. Love is between two people! What would her mother think? ... Screw that. It took some work, but finally she wanted to be with them.

It was difficult. At first they started hanging out as a group of friends, sometimes they took each others hands but nothing more. When they came out, ppl were really divided.

Mari's parents never thought of the possibility of a loving triad, but they supported her daughter no matter what.

Gabriel didn't like it. He didn't want Adrien with a girlfriend, so with two?? One day Adrien got really angry and made things clear to him: It was time for his freedom. Gabriel realized he could do nothing about that. At least he liked the girls his son got...

Tomoe never agreed. She was a traditional woman. She thought it was just a silly game, but soon she realized Kagami was serious about it. Tomoe didn't think her daughter was prepared to be in a relationship, and she didn't agree with it not being a couple. It was soooo hard but finally they made an agreement about it.

Surprisingly Kagami is really shy. Marinette is always the one to start physical contact, Adrien is usually flustered but likes ir and Kagami is just a blushing mess.

Marinette's ice cream represents both Adrien and Kagami, she didn't realise it till the day the three went there on a date. Peach represents Kagami's lips, mint represents Adrien's eyes. Same for Adrien; strawberry with chips represents Ladybug's suit and Kagami's civilian attire, blackberry represents Kagami's hair (I like to think it is darker than Mari's) and blueberry represents Mari's eyes. Kagami's ice cream would be something like black chocolate (Chat's suit and Mari's jacket), raspberry (Mari's color scheme) and lemon (Adri's hair).

When they have to patrol around alone, they usually start cuddling. Sometimes Rena catches them and laughs while taking pictures.

Ryuko is very protective about her lovers. She's usually circling above them while Air Dragoning.

Chat likes that his two girls both wear red. He can find them easely.

They work really good as a team. Ladybug isn't the lovey dovey type who would like them to stay away from battle; she feels safer with them around. Chat is always protecting her and Ryuko always takes the offensive for her while she makes the plan.

Ladybug is the brain, Ryuko is the brawns and Chat is the beauty. Everybody agrees.

Adrien and Kagami both try so hard to sneak Mari into the fencing team. Their dates usually end with them doing matches.

Kagami ended threatening Lila. Nobody's gonna do trouble for her Mari.

Their friends are ok with them, nobody really has problems. Sometimes Kim makes silly jokes about them, but they're innocent. They like to double date with Ninalya and sometimes other pairings like Julerose.

Mari and Adrien are more open about their feelings, Kagami is colder. So they usually tickle her to get her to relax. Kagami hates that and they end up silly fighting on the ground. They're so loud.

They like to have sleepovers every two weeks. Tom and Sabine are ok with it, Tomoe at first didn't let Kagami but after agreeing to conditions she lets her. Adrien doesn't want to tell the girls, but he actually shouldn't be there. He escapes.

They like to see movies together. Kagami always goes for horror movies. She doesn't hesitate, she's never scared. But she likes to see Marinette scared, holding her tigh and hugging both of them. Adrien doesn't have time to be scared because he's always laughing. This usually ends up in a silently silly fight on the ground.

When they sleep, Mari is always on the middle. She's a cuddly person, so she wants to be in the center. Adrien's in the right, next to a window usually. He likes to sleep seeing stars (or clouds at least). Kagami's on the left, she doesn't really like light while sleeping. As they are separated by Marinette, Kagami and Adrien try to hold hands to also be together.

When they awake, they are nearly dead because Marinette is a bear. She sleeps in a weird position with her arms and legs threatening Kagami and Adrien's breathing. They both think she's so cute.

Kagami is the first to awake. She's a light sleeper. If she sees light, she can't sleep. Adrien is the second, he always finds the dragon holder awake being bored. Marinette is soooo hard to awake. They start kissing her to not upset her.

Aaaand I think that's enough for this ship! I think it's a really cute ship. Since I am both Adrinette, Adrigami and Marigami shipper, I though this could work.

~alternativemiraculous.

[myrrheart]

How do the six feel about ice cream? What are their favorite flavors?

Since ice cream has never been mentioned in Vesuvia before (?), im going to treat it like a rare, foreign treat!

Asra

Brings it back for you whenever he goes traveling

Every time you’re enjoying a cone, Faust mysteriously appears from out of nowhere to take a taste as well

Sweet cream! Yum!

His favorite flavors are whatever you enjoy the most!

(He says this but his weakness is cookie dough)

Nadia

The first time she licks into a cone her entire face changes

Her world has been irreparably tilted on its axis

She simply must know the name of this treat, its strange decadence, and - oh, what was it called again? Portia, please send for a full ship’s haul.

Partial to the smooth & creamy side of ice cream. Favorite flavor: butter pecan!

Julian

Takes a huge bite off the top of it — having absolutely no clue what it is or how cold it is — and is on the floor screaming in agony as he cups his jaw

“Julian, honey, please get up...”

*well-projected theatre kid wailing*

After ten minutes, he’s good to go!

It’s actually really delicious when he isn’t paralyzing the roots of his gums with it!

Favorite flavor: hmm.. he seems to have a liking for rich, hearty flavors if his love of salty bitters is anything to judge by, so I’ll say he likes double chocolate chip!

Muriel

What........... is that

Has inanna lick it first. When she yips excitedly and wags her tail, he knows it can’t be that bad

Let’s not forget now that Mountain Man has a canonical love for all things sweet :( When he takes a tentative bite it’s like he’s a kid again, tasting sugar for the first time!

Now that you’ve introduced it to him he’s kind of addicted.

You’re forced to put him on a quota... he’s giving himself bellyaches :(

Favorite flavor: moose tracks and rocky road!

Portia

She thinks it’s the coolest thing ever!!!!!

It comes in so many colors and flavors, with so much potential for different toppings, dressings, combinations.... :0!!!!!

Eats it way too quick and gives herself a brain freeze

She can’t leave any out on the counter or else Pepi will hop up and claim the entire bowl

She absolutely loves all the sweet candied flavors, like birthday cake & cotton candy! Not only do they look pretty, but they taste AMAZING!!!!

Lucio

Lactose intolerant

Eats it anyway

Later when he’s rolling around in bed, moaning and groaning and cursing his very existence and the fact that you let him eat the dairy product knowing it would be like this, you nod indulgently from your position beside him as you flip through your book

“Yes, Lucio. I was wrong, Lucio. I’m sorry, Lucio. Oh, hush for a bit, I’ve just gotten to the good part.”

Despite this, he really really likes ice cream. Reminds him of the type of sweets he sees little kids in the streets running around with — the type of sweet he’d longed for as a kid himself.

So every time he can manage to get his hands on it, he’s devouring it.

And every time, he gets sick afterwards. Sigh.

Favorite flavor: mint chocolate chip (he made a deal with the devil — you think his flavor of choice would be ethical?)

requests are open!

[hamelinbound]

Get To Know the Muse

Favorite things.

season:  late summer color:  black, grey, antique white, pale blue, lavender, burgundy pie:  apple fruit:  red delicious apples ice cream flavor:  mint chocolate chip breakfast food:  muffins alcoholic drink: red wine when she’s old enough to drink soda flavor:  dr. pepper  scent:  dust and musk, saltwater or chlorine, the occasional daisy by marc jacobs or miss dior cherie  flowers:  daisies, queen anne’s lace animal:  cephalopods, cats, rabbits  movie:  amelie, a little princess (1995) tv show:  twin peaks when her parents are asleep book:  we have always lived in the castle  fairy tale: snow white genre of music:  dream/baroque pop, alternative, french, classical genre of movies:  anything pretentious & dreamy genre of books:  see above, but her tastes are a bit less selective   

Pick one.

hot or cold juice or soda tv or movie movie or book late night talk shows or reality tv twitter or instagram trees or flowers philosophy or psychology ocean or lake water park or amusement park cats or dogs fresh water or sparkling water sugar or honey cookies or candy bath or shower morning or night running or walking piercings or tattoos frozen yogurt or ice cream vanilla or chocolate caramel or butterscotch art or music t-shirt or button down text or call ghosts or aliens

Have they ever.

ridden a motorcycle:  i’d really like to think lisa lets her ride on her motorcycle in jerrie’s rogue verse and they can cruise around like some Kamikaze Girls shit stolen something:  she’ll impulsively pocket little bits of things that have fallen apart in stores, like styrofoam holly berries and sequins on clothing. she calls them ‘lost things’ and has a little jewelry box where she keeps them.  eaten an entire pizza by themselves:  a small one made a prank call:  no broken a bone:  no fallen asleep during a concert or movie:  yes walked out of a movie because it was so bad:  yes and cried in the movie theater bathroom because it was a dumb rom-com aimed at tweens who wanna be teens and she felt like there was something wrong with her for not being able to understand it been on the phone with someone for longer than 2 hours: only with hartley dined & dashed:  no held a gun: no ding dong ditched:  no gone skinny dipping:  not unless trying to swim in a very large bathtub counts cried during a movie:  y e s

smuggled food into a movie:  totally accidentally  lied to get a job:  no practiced lines in front of a mirror:  sometimes, she’ll play ophelia from hamlet or recite the lady of shalott in front of a mirror when she’s positive that no one will hear her tried to see how many marshmallows they can stuff in their mouth at once: no been kicked out of somewhere:  yes, unfortunately, she had two meltdowns -- one at a party and one at a department store where she was angrily asked to be taken home by the people there been on a blind date: no ghosted someone:  no bragged about something they haven’t done: she’ll sometimes wax poetic about traversing the depths of the ocean in her dreams, if that counts for anything 

said i love you without meaning it:  i think that’s physically impossible for her to do  gotten in a fight:  yes fallen asleep on a bus: yes

Miscellaneous.

how do they take their tea or coffee:  herbal tea with honey and/or sugar what is their ideal date:  anywhere she can carry an open parasol and belt La Vie En Rose without judgment anywhere that stirs the imagination  what are some of their guilty pleasures: genuinely liking pop music longest they’ve stayed up for:  24 hours greatest talent:  other than being able to read books way beyond her age level, she can swim like a fish and hold her breath underwater for a little longer than the average person  strange habits:  biting her fingers (not nails, fingers), repeating little nonsense words she made up that sound nice to her, spinning around in circles, spending too much time touching things that interest or soothe her, spacing out first job: librarian in the future can they do a handstand:  no can they cook: some & some do they have allergies:  none very significant  do they believe in love in first sight:  yes have any special talents: other than the aforementioned, singing and playing the piano

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[k-she-rambles]

coaxionunlimited replied to your post

“hi yes i love wrex?”

I would love to hear them if you wanted to share some, or a screenshot of your shepard

!!!

I couldn’t figure out how to get a closeup shot, but...

A few headcanons, probably subject to change...

I went with spacer/soldier/survivor

Edit: uh, “few”

+ Considers herself cute enough, but too strong-featured to be (and not really worried about being) pretty. + Benefits of the haircut! She thinks it suits her. Plus, it’s easy to take care of, her hair doesn’t get damaged by anything, and if she has to put it in a hood for an EVA, it’s not a pain to tie back. She wore it in pigtails as a girl, wore it shorter as a cadet, and it got shorter and shorter after Akuze.

+ part of any sort of bathroom routine is splashing water on her face after she washes her hands. She gets kind of shiny easily (doesn’t wear a lot of makeup. It’ll just melt off)

+ gets along better with people above her and below her in rank, kind of not sure how to start conversations with peers

+ Likes: Mint chocolate chip ice cream, the color red, cars (though she’s never owned one), Hallmark movies & challenges like Forged in Fire

+ Dislikes: butterscotch or strawberry anything, mashed potatoes (it’s a texture thing), disrespect for the dead, disrespect for all the ways nature can get you if you’re not careless.

+ She joined the Systems Alliance Military because her parents served. After Akuze, when she had every reason to leave, she stayed because she chose to.

+ Akuze taught her what she was capable of handling (a lot), which is an insight that not every soldier gets, and certainly not so quickly

+ so far has enjoyed being XO, and didn’t necessarily think she would when she was recommended for the position. She’s never been one for a sit-down job, and being XO has plenty of that along with the action. It was simply the next step up, something she thought she was qualified for. But she really likes developing her personnel. Using their skills to greatest effect for the good of the group, but also growing and challenging them. In hindsight, it shouldn’t have been surprising, she’s always been like that, but it was. She’s not sure how that’s going to work out now that she is a Spectre. It’s not like there’s a Spectre development program, and she’s officially unqualified as any sort of mentor in that vein anyway --she’s the Spectres’ FNG. She really hopes she’s not an embarrassment

[lovemesomesurveys]

If you have a job, how long is your shift? I don’t. What was the last thing you received in an envelope? Bills. Do you ever wear your hair in a pony tail? My hair is always in a pony tail. When was the last time you got a new phone? This past Christmas. Do you wear your watch on your left or right arm? I don't wear one.

What was the last kind of pop you drank? Coke. Do you think you're single because you repel the opposite sex? That must be it. What language did you take up in high school? Spanish. Why are you home? That’s where I want to be.  Do you like sunflowers? Sure. Whose bedroom were you in last? Mine. Are you counting down for anything? Beach trip in a couple days. Are you watching TV? What's on? Catfish. Have you ever been bitten by a mosquito? Yeah plenty of times in my life. Not fun. It’s been awhile now, though. Do you have a sweatshirt on right now? Oh god, no. It’s 105 F here. Where is your ex? I don’t know or care. Have any pictures on your dresser mirror? I don't have a dresser mirror. Did you hang out with anyone today? What did you do? Just me and the doggo, chillin’. Have you had any beer this week? No. I don’t drink beer or any alcohol.  What channel did you last watch on TV? MTV. Would you immediately look for someone right after you and your bf/gf broke up? No. What was the last alcoholic beverage you consumed? I think it was a Jack and Coke. That was 6 years ago; though, so I don’t remember. Currently waiting on something/someone? Just for that beach trip. Last time you painted your nails? Like 3 years ago. What was the last thing you watched on television? Didn’t you ask this? I’m watching Catfish. Is your shirt yellow? No, it’s gray.  How old will you be in 12 months?  30. 

What did you do last night? Had pizza for dinner, watched TV, did some surveys, did my Bible study, listened to a few ASMR videos. What woke you up this morning? My body. Do you sleep naked? No. What should you be doing right now? Nothing. On a scale from one to ten, how happy are you? Blah. Looking back, did you ever think you would be where you are now? Absolutely not. Does the person you have feelings for start with any of these letters: B, L, D, or M?  I don’t have feelings like that for anyone currently. Do you have make-up on? Nope. Have you kissed anybody in the last 4 days? No. Have you ever held hands with someone in a car? Yes. The last person you kissed name started with a J or R? J. Are you taller than 5 foot 7 inches? No. Would you rather be called honey or baby? I don’t particularly care for either one. The person you have the most feelings for calls you right now, what do you do? Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? We don’t talk anymore. It’s been like 4 years since I’ve last seen or talked to him. Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette? Yes. I have so far and I have desire to start. Your last kiss meant nothing to you, right? Wrong. Next time you will get butterflies? That’s not really something I can predict.  Where is your phone? Next to me. Will you kiss the last person you kissed again? No. Are you any good with kids? I’ve been told I am. What if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? Nooo. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? I ordered it from Kohl’s.  Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years time? Nooo. Would you ever try being a vegetarian? No. Did anyone call you babe yesterday? No. Did you ever slam a door on someone? Not on someone, but I’ve slammed a door. I bet you’re thinking about someone right now? Nope. Are you in love with someone right now? No. What have you watched so far today? Daily Pop, Catfish, Keeping Up with the Kardashians, and The Golden Girls. What is the weather like right now? It’s almost 10PM and it’s 88 F out. It was 106 F today. The power went out for about 3 hours and I thought I was going to die. Ended up sitting in the car for the AC. Are you talking to anyone on AIM right now? Who? No, AIM is dead. I don’t use any other instant messengers.  What is your favorite card game? Uno. What kind of pet do you have? Any certain breed? I have a 2 year old German Shepherd/Lab mix named Princess Leia. What color shirt are you wearing right now? Black. Do you wish someone was dead? Wow, no. What's your favorite ice cream? Strawberry, mint chocolate chip, and birthday cake. What is the weirdest thing you've done in public? I don’t know. Have you ever given a toll collector 75 cents in pennies? No. Give me the link to your favorite Youtube video. Nah. The last time you hurt yourself-how did it happen? I don’t remember the last time I got hurt. I got sunburned on my nose last week, though. That hurt. What's the name of a dance you can actually dance to? None, ha. If you could have any pet you wanted, what would it be? I’d want to get another dog. My doggo would love to have a friend. Did you ever have an invisible friend? No. How many emails were you sent today? I think there was 26 in my inbox today. Favorite sleeping position? I sleep on my side. What is your dad's name? What are you drinking right now? Starbucks Doubleshot. What's your favorite alcoholic drink? None. How many hours of sleep do you get each night? For the past few weeks I’ve been getting up throughout the night and it sucks. I don’t really know how much sleep I’m actually getting. Are you a good morning person? Noooo, ha. I need time to wake up. I need coffee and I need to just sit and enjoy my coffee before I can interact with anyone. Have you ever been on a diet? I’m supposed to be on a high protein thing.  What's your favorite dessert? Cupcakes, brownies, muffins, donuts. Would you ever like to meet Marilyn Manson? Not particularly. What was your favorite Christmas gift you got last year? I love all my gifts. What have you thought up for this year's list? I haven’t thought about that, yet. We’re in June. What's the best activity you've done so far this summer? I went to the beach last week and I’m going again soon. What baseball team do you root for? None. What's the scariest movie you've ever seen? Hmm. I don’t know what I’d consider to be the “scariest.”