#i swapped your questions around a bit owlbro

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11 questions meme

another meme, this time tagged by @kixboxer. under cut for tl;dr rambling.

1. What is your favorite kind of soup and why? seafood clam chowder, simply by the virtue that it’s not easily found where I am (the delicious ones, at least - a lot of them just taste like those cheap soup mixes you pour hot water into). also because of that one bowl of chowder I had in a random pub in Doolin (Ireland) which tasted like absolute heaven. 2. What’s your starter Pokémon type or do you change it up? I’m not really a gamer and the last Pokemon game I played seriously was Yellow, where your starter was only Pikachu. but well, if I had to choose, probably Fire or Water. 3. Can you make an omelette? yes, though I haven’t really made one in awhile… 4. Would you rather be a vampiric tree or a vampire that feeds on trees? what’s with the vampire-themed questions, owlbro. UH… a vampire that feeds on trees. because I don’t like being stuck in one place, and being a vampiric tree feels like I need to be rooted to one spot and that sounds a little boring. also, feeding on trees doesn’t sound too bad - trees wouldn’t have blood for me to drain, so I’d assume I’d “feed” on leaves/fruits/nuts? even if I ate the tree bark, it could technically grow back. least harmful option for the tree, y/y? 5. What are your thoughts on eels? Make some up if you don’t have any eels are kinda cute and cool! also, delicious when grilled. uh, yeah. 6. What is the longest consecutive amount of time you’ve gone without sleeping? probably a little more than 24 hours. 7. Do you like your tea or coffee sweetened? for some types of coffee drinks, yes (like flavoured latte/macchiato). but I never put sugar in brewed coffee or cappucino.

8. What is your favorite way to eat potatoes? I love potatoes so I’ll eat any kind, but roasted potaoes and pan-fried rosti are THE BEST. 9. Have you ever planned the perfect murder? Feel free to share. I am a slubby 20something and definitely not the cops. I am definitely not a 4-person task force with something to prove. I’d wanted to say I could poison someone with a number of different chemical concoctions, but that would show up in toxicology reports in the post-mortem - I wouldn’t consider it a perfect murder in that sense. so I’m just going to be lazy and say the perfect murder would probably just to put someone into a Force choke-hold or killing them with a single thought Vader-style. 10. How many times have you listened to yolo? Give a rough estimate if you don’t have a playcount somewhere. YOU KNOW, before I read this question, I didn’t even know there was a song called ‘YOLO’. no, really, I’m not lying and I actually had to search for it on YT. of course it’s from Adam Samberg’s band, ofc. and thank you, now I’m going to be playing this on repeat while procrastinating on things until the 11th hour before I finally #yolo like the responsible adult I’m not :’D so, to answer your question: this is the first time I’m listening to it, but it sure won’t be the last time ! 11. Are you working on any fic/art/meta right now? Share a sample? ADKJKFHHSJF I’M REALLY SLOW WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING apologies to whoever’s following me for fic only but yes, I’m currently bouncing ideas in my head for one long-ish(?) AU oneshot and some short canon fic/ficlets. no idea when exactly I’ll finish them though lol.

some samples scenes for each fic (no major spoilers for the game):

*** “Why do you still keep smiling, even when I tear open your wounds?” she spat, vehemence laced in every word.  (Many moons later, she would find herself asking the same question, to yet another who smiled just like he did even through the anguish and pain. How could they…. How dare they? It didn’t make any sense, it couldn’t–) Her brows creased in anger, Symonne forced herself back up to her feet even as her limbs ached and trembled from the growing exhaustion of battle. Being delicate in stature had its drawbacks; she would tire easily from direct combat in a battle. As such, she had perfected the use of her seraphic artes, weaving illusions and doppelgangers born from one’s own deepest fear. She had not asked for this accursed blessing, never wished for any of it. But it was all she’d ever known, all she’d carried within her throughout centuries of misery and growing apathy. It was she was but it was enough for this, for her Lord – she reminded herself, again, as she struggled to stand upright, pointing her baton at the two humans before her. It was enough, as long as she could serve him, her Master. So, she won’t stop here; no, she can’t stop, she must not fall– “That’s enough, Symonne.” The Shepherd’s voice was soft and gentle, and Symonne felt frustration flaring from deep within. She lifted her head, staring up at the disgustingly radiant smile, at the pity in those evergreen eyes. *** He shouldn’t have been surprised, honestly. Incidents like these – they were a norm and he should really be used to them by now. Being part the Shepherd’s posse seems bring about both irritability and absurdity in equal parts – he had known of this even before Rose had decided on sharing the burden of a Shepherd and took up the role of Squire; before she’d risked her own life to save the brat from certain death when he’d been foolish enough to face off with the Lord of Calamity. Still, nothing quite prepared him for this; he was more of a dog person, after all. “But why cats, though?” Rose finally blurted out, incredulous. Hell, Dezel wanted to know too – who would come up with such a sick joke anyway? I’m not  a cat! The small silver and cat-like creature was scowling up at them with narrowed, violet eyes. Its mouth was open, as if it were attempting to speak. But the only sound it managed was a very indignant and cat-like meow. W-What? The silver cat crinkled its nose, its tail waving back and forth in confusion. It glanced to its side, gazing at another cat – a longhaired white cat with a bushy, red tail. Why can’t I… Lailah, what’s going on?! *** “Do not let yourself be so readily deceived by all that glitters, by their honeyed words. After all, they murdered your father when he would not be silenced, and then banished us into the Wastelands. They sent your mother to die all alone – you still remember, don’t you? Her terrified screams when she was cut down, the way her blood stained the wheat fields crimson? Remember that always, child.” Sorey flinched from the twist of emotion within his gut. Lady Maltran may not be close by, but the ghostly whispers of her words still sent a trail of ice shivering down his spine. He shook his head, pushing away the taunting memories back. No, Lady Maltran was right – this wasn’t the time to let his guard down. He exhaled slowly, finding his centre again, and drew his thoughts back once more to the present. To focus on what had been drilled into him, what he had been sent to do.

okay, here are my 11 questions:

1. If your life was set in an AU, what would it be? 2. Worst things about your current fandom(s) 3. Three tropes that you fall for in media 4. Something you wished your parents had taught you when you were a child 5. Favourite snack(s) from the convenience store 6. What comes to mind when you see the colour orange? 7. Any inspiratational words from a fictional character that you’ve taken to heart? 8. Prefered method of saving the world: piloting a giant mecha robot engaged in space dogfights or riding into battle on the backs of your megaraptor steed? 9. Childhood nicknames? 10. Skydiving and bungee-jumping - yes or no? 11. Favourite kind(s) of autumn beverages/drinks tagging @armatise @shamingcows @snow-partridge @hakuryuu-tofu @skyress

and anyone else who feels like doing it (or feel free to not do either).