#ice castles is such a sad soft girl movie

[a-strange-inkling]

Day 9: Christmas Films

Chicago, Illinois 1986

When she gets home from her shift at the bookstore, she’s met with the sight of Eddie sitting on the couch, wrapped up in the orange afghan. It’s all dark except for the fuzzy blue light of the tv and a few candles lit by the window. She can just make out a bowl of microwave popcorn, a few bags of candy, a box of pizza and a bottle of wine all set up on the coffee table.

“Sit down, we’re going to watch it,” he monotones as he works the remote.

Chrissy, still covered in snow flurries, breathes a confused chuckle. “…Watch what? What did you get?” she asks as she hangs her purse on the wall peg, peeling off her layers, and taking off her boots. When she sees the empty movie cover on top of the VCR, she immediately wheels around. “I’m sorry, there’s been a mistake, I don’t live here…”

“Oh, come on, Cunningham,” he croons after her.

“Nooo! There is no way I’m watching Ice Castles with you after last night.” she tells him as she makes her way toward their bedroom.

“Why not?” he pouts. “I just want to see what all the fuss is about…”

“You said you were going to pick us up a Christmas movie!”

“It’s totally a Christmas movie!” he argues. “It’s got ice skating, doesn’t it?”

“You’re just going to whine and make fun of it the whole time and completely ruin it for me.” she crosses her arms.

He gasps, placing a hand to his chest. “I would never! I only have respect for a movie that had such a big impact on you.” He wiggles his brows.

She rolls her eyes. It’s her own fault, she should have never told him. “Eddie…”

“Come on, baby, get over her, I’ve got Skittles.” he sings, shaking the small red bag to tempt her, making the round little candies clack together inside.

With a long, heavy sigh she gives in, snuggling beside him in defeat after she changes into her warm baby blue pajamas. He’s smiley and doting in his ‘hurray, I got what I wanted’ way, wrapping her up all cozy, pouring her a glass of wine, kissing her nose, then her forehead, then her pouting lips several times. He tilts his head to the side, blinking his big doe eyes down at her. ‘Don’t be annoyed with me, look how cute I am.’

“You behave yourself,” she tells him as she eats her pizza. “This is one of my favorites! No overly critical film analysis!”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he chuckles, forefinger criss-crossing over his chest as he presses play. “I’m very excited!”

“You’ve gotten yourself all worked up over this and you’re going to be very underwhelmed.” she sighs as the familiar theme plays, warm nostalgia and comfort beginning to seep into her bones just by the sound of it.

“How can I be underwhelmed by the movie that gave you your sexual awakening?” he asks in astonishment, watching the opening with rapt attention.

“Oh, God…” she sighs.

The minute Robby Benson comes on screen driving through the snowy landscapes in his station wagon with his amazing hair, it’s his turn to get pouty. “Oh look, there’s your boyfriend.”

“Eddie…”

“What is it?” he asks, curling his hand over his lips thoughtfully, squinting, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. “Is it the hair?”

Coyly, she slides her hand up his back into his messy waves. “I do love thick brown hair.” she admits, massaging his skelp. He smiles and she can feel some warmth crawl up his neck, but he keeps his eyes fixed determinedly on the screen. “Oh, he’s so cool, he drives snowmobiles, he dropped out of med school, he plays hockey…” he drawls out in a low mocking tone.

“Stop.” she laughs. “You’re being ridiculous!”

About forty minutes in, he is still looking perplexed, probably wondering at what point she began to see boys differently in such a tame film with everyone wearing several layers of clothing. There’s more skin action from Lynn-Holly Johnson in her skating uniform.

When they’ve had their fill of junk food, they recline back along the sofa, Chrissy resting her head against his chest while he absentmindedly unweaves her twin braids, carding his fingers through her tresses the way he knows she loves.

She braces herself for the phone call scene. She can feel Eddie grinning when it cuts to Robby in nothing but a pair of tight white underwear.

“Oh, there it is,” he snickers mirthfully. “The moment little Chrissy became a woman.”

“Shut up.” she turns sharply, burying her face in his shirt, feeling his arms slip down to squeeze her waist.

“God, it leaves nothing to the imagination does it?”

“Stop it!” she half whines, half giggles in embarrassment.

He only chuckles louder, kissing the top of her hair. “God, you’re so cute!”

They resettle to watch the rest and Eddie grows less jealous and teasing and more quiet and invested.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he murmurs after Lexie is found wearing her dead mother’s clothes in the attic. “This is kind of a downer.”

“It gets better.” she replies, fingers tracing over the bats along his forearm.

The real moment that makes her weak and wanting is when blind Lexie is able to do a double twist with Nick’s help and then he passionately embraces her, tender and proud, rekindling their relationship.

“Oh, baby, you did a double!”

“It wasn’t perfect.”

“Well, it was damn good… what a girl. Oh, what a girl!”

It always makes her ache.

“You’re like that,” she whispers softly, leaning up to kiss him.

“A complete pushover?” Eddie jokes, but she can tell that gets to him by the way his eyes sparkle.

“You know what I mean,” she replies seriously. “I never knew anything like that until you.”

He softens, blinking slowly before taking her face in his hands and kissing her deeply. “I’m your Benson, baby?” he asks.

“You’re more than that.” she murmurs against his lips.

There’s still some more comments and teasing as the rest of the movie plays out, but she doesn’t miss the way his eyes get a little glassy during the final skating routine or when he suddenly turns his head to wipe his eye.

“We forgot about the flowers.”

“We forgot about the flowers,” Eddie mimics Robby's soft spoken, melodic tone suddenly, obviously recovered from whatever emotional experience he may or may not have been having. “God, this guy,” he waves his hand at the screen. “With his stupid floppy hair and his stupid baby voice.”

Chrissy elbows him as the blue credits roll and the cheesy melody of Looking Through the Eyes of Love begins to play for the third time. “Shh…Be quiet, I love this song.”

@hellcheerxmas

[ghostdrew22]

Déjà  vu? || Draco Malfoy

Requested: No Pairing: Draco Malfoy x ex!fem!reader Warnings: Idk if this is angsty or not because I initially thought it was but it feels a bit like soft sadness to me? Summary: Y/N getting deja vu as you watch Draco with his new girlfriend (H/N - her name)

WORDS : 1950

Lyrics from “Deja Vu” by Olivia Rodrigo (but I got lazy and only used certain parts)

~~~

Car rides to Malibu Strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two And tradin' jackets Laughin’ 'bout how small it looks on you (Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha)

“Draco stop!” A voice exclaims before being followed by laughter. You know that you shouldn’t turn around, that it’ll hurt too much, but it’s been said many times that curiosity killed the cat.

He’s holding the very same ice cream order, strawberry and pistachio, and sporting that familiar warm smile that used to comfort you when you got a brain freeze from the ice cream. It had been your idea, ice cream in November, and he’d hated it at first but grew to love it just because it made you happy. That very same order that you’d made him try, strawberry and pistachio, but not for the two of you this time.

It’s difficult to know what you were expecting, something new? Different? A part of you had always known, even while you were the one in H/N’s position, that your moments with Draco would soon be documented and used for a modern remake. If your relationship had been a book, theirs is the movie adaption. If your relationship had been a song, theirs is a cover band’s rendition. Maybe, deep down, you were expecting just this- to see him treating her the same way that he’d treated you.

Those pale hands, that used to fit so comfortably in the expanse of your own, are now tucked safely in-between hers. Oceans of blue that used to run over your shivering figure every November when you made this exact Hogsmeade trip, are now tracing the lines of her face and committing them to memory. Lips, cold and slightly chapped, that were once coaxing laughter from your lungs with horrible puns and crude observations, are now completely and utterly consumed with the sole objective of entertaining her the very same way that they entertained you.

It’s a bitter sight, one would think, but you can’t bring yourself to be jealous. It’s an odd sort of feeling, deja vu, to know that once this moment belonged to you, and now you have to watch it play out in front of you. You know what’s going to happen, down to the footprints that’ll stain the path back to Hogwarts, but this time it’s not you. This time, even though you know what’s going to happen next, it’s not your laughter that’ll be filling the silence as he walks back to school.

Watching reruns of Glee Bein’ annoying, singin’ in harmony I bet she’s bragging to all her friends, saying you’re so unique, hmm

“Draco’s obsessed with this muggle show called Glee. He makes me sing along with him every time we watch it.” She says with a small laugh and a shy smile.

Why, in God’s name, did you decide to study in the library today? Sitting on the other side of the bookshelf behind you, with Millicent Bulstrode, is H/N.

“That’s horrendous.” Millicent replies with a laugh. Maybe if you’d tried harder to be friends with her then she would’ve told H/N that Draco used to do that with you too, that you’re the one who introduced him to muggle tv shows in the first place.

“It’s cute, he’s so… different.”

You swallow hard and try to pour your focus back into your books. That tone, sweet and infatuated, was the tone you used only months before when you spoke about him too. Once again you’re on the other side of the looking glass, staring back at a distorted reflection of yourself. It had been you bragging, drowning quite innocently in your adoration for him and feeling the need to sing your praises out to the world.

Way back when, you were the one forcing him to learn the lyrics to all of your favourite songs. The two of you would lose track of time singing along with the actors and complaining about the unnecessary drama, it was this little world that the two of you created. But now that world, that you built on love and trust, can no longer afford to accommodate you both. Now it’s his world with her.

Without even realising it you start to wonder how it must be when he’s with her. Does she sing off-key too? Does he pepper her with kisses after and make fun of her singing? Do they binge watch episodes or only do one at a time? Does his laugh still drown out the talking whenever something ridiculous happens? Is his favourite character still Sue?

How many pieces of your time together did he take from the puzzle, to form a new one with her?

So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? She thinks it's special, but it's all reused That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you

“This alcove is where I come when I want to be alone, no one really comes here.”

No one but me, you think to yourself as you stop in the hallway and overhear Draco whispering to her. Of course he took her to your alcove, why wouldn’t he?

A part of you wishes that he’d tell her that it was you who found this spot, that it was you who’d trudged along the castle one night in a desperate search for some peace and quiet. You want her to know that this was your safe space, that you were the one who invited him there and allowed him to relish in the safety that it provided. It was you who laced your fingers together with his own and dragged him behind you until you’d landed in the spot, you who had to listen to his complaints about how small and cramped it was until he finally got comfortable and fell in love with it. You were the one he used to wrap his arms around and make promises to in the silence of the night, when nothing beside the two of you existed in that alcove.

It’s all blurring together, then and now are nothing but two sides of the same rusted coin. How can you possibly distinguish between your memories and reality when the boundaries keep crossing?

You almost want to laugh at how identical your relationship was to the one they have now. Jokes that you came up with in the sludge of sleepiness, when the two of you used to hide out here on nights when you both felt sad, are now being repeated into the very same air that you breathed only months ago. Promises that you’d both agreed to back then, are being remade in the safety of the night that now belongs to them.

“I love you.”

And

“Forever.”

Are being whispered between the two of them, assurances and pacts to be together till the end of time.

But now you wonder, how long is forever?

Do you get déjà vu when she’s with you? Do you get déjà  vu? (Ah), hmm Do you get déjà vu, huh?

The smell of toast and freshly scrambled eggs wafts through the Great Hall and you struggle to resist the urge to moan out in excitement. Breakfast is your favourite meal and, really, the only meal that’s worth anything. As you plop down in your seat and start to pack your plate in your food you fail to notice, in your sheer joy, that Draco’s sitting across from you with H/N by his side.

It’s not until you’re done piling up your favourites, like an Olympic gold medalist in training, that you notice the couple sat across from you. You observe discreetly as Draco outstretches his hand all over the table to get whatever she wants to eat, and you have to struggle to focus as a wave of déjà vu washes over you.

When had you stopped being the one he arranged plates for? When had he started saving a spot beside him for her, and not you? Literally you know that the answer is roughly around 3 or 4 months ago when the two of you had broken up, but he’d stopped being yours a long time before then and you’d both known it. Little moments of love, that had been the basis of your relationship, had fizzled out into distant memories way before you’d both decided to call it quits.

“Butter or jam, Y/N?”

You’re about to answer, on instinct really, when you realise that he’s not even speaking to you.

But he said your name. Didn’t he?

Do you call her, almost say my name? ‘Cause let’s be honest, we kinda do sound the same Another actress I hate to think that I was just your type

“It was mortifying!” You exclaim as you recount the events of earlier to your best friend.

“How bad could it have possibly been?” She asks with a laugh as she settles into your bed comfortably.

“He looked her dead in the eyes, and called her ‘Y/N’, and to make it one hundred times worse, I was sitting across from them when he did it so they both immediately turned to look at me!” You cry out in embarrassment as you drop your face in a pillow. “I’ve never prayed so hard for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.” You mumble against the fabric and you hear her laugh again.

“Why are you so embarrassed? It wasn’t your mistake.”

“It’s not about that, it’s about how easy it would’ve been for us to return to our roles as boyfriend and girlfriend. I almost answered him!” You sigh. “It’s been what? 3? 4 months? And my mouth still acts on muscle memory. We’re so familiar to each other that we still act on instinct.”

“Are you sure it’s not just because your names sound so similar?” She raises her eyebrows at you and you scoff. “Really? Y/N and H/N sound nothing alike?”

“Nope, not at all.”

“Okay, if you say so.” She shrugs, “But deep down I think all three of you know that there’s more similarities present than you’d like to account for.”

You huff in response and cross your arms. Is she right? Does Draco have a type?

Even worse, are you just Draco’s type? Nothing more and nothing less than just another girl who ticks all of his favourite boxes?

I know you get déjà  vu I know you get déjà  vu I know you get déjà vu

It’s on one morning, on one of your good mornings, that it happens.

Months of watching the two of them recreate the love that you’d had with him, suffering in silence and scolding yourself for thinking such awful things about them, finally come to a halt when you receive the acknowledgment that you’ve been so desperately craving.

She walks onto platform 9 and 3/4 in a dress, a purple dress that looks eerily similar to the one you’d worn two years before on this exact platform. She’s smiling brightly, excited for the new school year, and Draco’s waiting for her by the door with a smile that’s just as bright. When his eyes catch her own and she slips her hand into his, he stumbles backward in shock slightly. He immediately looks away from her and searches the crowd, scanning over people climbing into the train and saying goodbye to their families, in a desperate attempt to find you.

It’s too much for him, to see her standing before him and looking like a replica of you, and he needs some sort confirmation to know that he’s not imagining this similarity. The dress wraps around her waist the same way that yours had wrapped around your own waist, and it compliments her skin in a way that’s hauntingly memorable. He knows that he’s seen all of this before, and he knows that it wasn’t with her.

You’re standing a few paces away from the door, watching the scene unfold, and when his ocean blues finally meet yours, you know.

He smiles at you, the first time he’s done so since you broke up, and mouthes exactly what the two of you need to hear.

“Déjà vu.”

And then it’s over- the moment, the agony, the months of confusion- it’s all packed up into a neat box and stored away. He turns with her and they walk into the train together, happily.

You remember this, being the one in her position and walking by his side. You remember the feeling of utter joy that had consumed you, it’s all the same really.

But maybe this time when he promises forever, he’ll mean it.

~~~

This was meant to be way angstier but I got lazy and ended up just wanting to write it out before I ran out of love for the idea.

Anyway, I kind of like it...

love you all,

jean <3

[milf-harrington]

1,13 and 26 from the soft ask list? Have a great day :)

ahh thank you you're so sweet!!! i hope you have a great day/night <33

1 - what song makes you feel better?

honestly it depends on why i need to feel better?

like if i just generally need a pick-me-up, i listen to funny songs like 'by myself' (FIDLAR) or 'five seamen bold' (the jolly rodgers) or 'last night (beer fear)' (lucy spraggan)

if im sad and looking for something soft i'll listen to something like 'girl from the sidewalk' by noah floersch or 'fair' by the amazing devil

if im angry i need to listen to angry/excplicit music like anything by leathermouth or something like 'no vaseline' by ice cube or even just something like 'everywhere i go' by hollywood undead bc it's cathartic and makes me feel worlds better than listening to something bouncy would

if im feeling too erratic and overstimulated then something like awfultune or lorde or gang of youths would be my go-to (and more recently: the amazing devil)

also if im feeling a different kind of overstimulated: classical music! preferably strings but im not overly picky

13 - what's your comfort food?

oh i don't really have one? wAIT- fucking, uh, it's like toast and soft-boiled egg mashed up in a cup with butter and salt, my mum used to make it for us when we were sick as kids and i havent had it in years but it's like. so comfy

26 - what movie would you want to live in?

ohh that's such a good question, hm... my first instinct was to say a ghibli movie bc they're always so lovely so i think maybeeee kiki's delivery service? or maybe howls moving castle- or maybe something with dragons and magic? i do love dragons and magic....

[phoenixyfriend]

The Naruto/Frozen Crossover

So I was planning on just doing an image ID thing for this post, but apparently the formatting on desktop is such a mess that it’s easier to just make a new post that’s text only. I can also like. Bulletpoint it so that it can be a little neater. All ideas were made with @firebirdeternal​‘s help, because they are the most efficient enabler I have.

Also I added some bits at the end.

Under a cut, because it’s Long As Heck.

I originally had two options: either Mid-teens Elsa and Anna being transported to ninja land sometime pre-canon and running into Haku and Zabuza... or just like. Born as a Daimyou's daughters.

Spoiler alert, we’ve got nukenin and I’m a sucker for an intrusive crossover, so transported to ninja land it is.

Suggestion from Birdie:

Mechanism for crossover: Elsa ices over a Wishing Well by accident after having Wished for someone else who understood her, Anna and her fall in and get Ice Mirror Portaled to Ninjaland, falling out of an iced over pond near a shrine that Haku recently prayed at for similar lonely child reasons?

Which I like! They don’t end up there soon enough to run into Haku, because I want a dramatic chase first, but I like it.

Obviously, Anna is forced to learn about Elsa's powers because it's the only thing keeping them safe

Or at least alive

(Elsa will do ANYTHING to keep Anna safe, and if that means she has to get her hands dirty...)

...neither of them knows Japanese, so, you know. There’s that.

I'm thinking that they end up in/near Kiri at first

And they aren't FAST ENOUGH to get away so Elsa panic-enchants a giant reindeer made of snow to run away across the suddenly-frozen ocean.

She and Anna have to ride and Elsa is probably crying the whole time.

Oh shit this is like. RIGHT after their parents die, I forgot. So that’s a thing! They are in mourning and all that fun stuff.

Point is, they use the powers for a Self Defense thing and BBY Haku is just !!! "Master can we rescue them for Ice Cousin reasons?" Zabuza: Yes, and only for those practical reasons and not because I collect endangered children like people collect pokemon cards.

I imagine that maybe they track rumors of a Yuki-onna down, or the Giant Snow Reindeer rides by and Haku’s just like Wat

The girls just tag along with Zabuza because. Like.

Do they like him? No. Do they trust him? No. Do they enjoy the fact that he considers them pathetic civilians? No.

However, Haku is Baby.

Zabuza is REALLY annoyed at them being Useless Civilian Royals “but Haku likes them so I guess they can stay.”

Age at meeting, three years pre-canon:

Zabuza - 23

Elsa - 18

Anna - 15

Haku - 12

Elsa is 90% anxiety/depression master combo BUT if Zabzua protects her then she's WILDLY dangerous so like. Whatever

Elsa's bingo book nickname options, uninspired:

Winter Witch

Winter Queen

Ice Queen

Snow Queen

Something about a Yuki-Onna maybe

She's Very Stately and kinda breakable but Winter is her Bitch

I mean like, the fact that, if protected, she can shut down the agriculture of a fucking country? That's an S-rank even if she's not that useful in a fight.

She's like. Jinchuuriki-level destruction. Generally speaking she wouldn’t. But she could.

Elsa: What the fuck is a chakra? Elsa: my snow monsters are self-sustaining. Elsa: I'm gonna build us a house.

Zabuza has NO idea how her powers work and it is INCREDIBLY frustrating but “there’s no chakra cost to keep these things going and we have shelters on demand” is too convenient to question after a while.

Haku: Delicate, deadly, incredibly fast ninja work. Elsa: I can't dodge a kunai but watch me wreck your entire country's ecosystem in under a day.

Elsa is a siege weapon.

Meanwhile, Anna is really, really into the physicality of ninja practice.

She's clumsy and she's not very good at ninja stuff, but she sure is determined!

Anna also gets on Zabuza's nerves because she keeps insisting that Haku get to be a kid.

Anna: Let's make flower crowns! Zabuza: No, he needs to train, not- Anna: FLOWER CROWNS

Consider: Haku saying Elsa-nee-sama and Anna-hime.

Or just calling Elsa “onee-sama.”

Anna is also younger than Elsa and way more Fun so she probably gets adjusted to Anna-chan or Nee-chan.

If Zabuza calls Elsa “Hime-chan” or “Elsa-hime” or, Sage forbid, “Elsa-sama/dono” then he’s VERY MUCH making fun of her and he’s probably getting his soup frozen that night.

At one point, Elsa... tries to like. Convince herself to have a crush on Zabuza or Kakashi or something until Zabuza just puts a hand on her shoulder and asks "do you even like men?" "...that's an OPTION?"

Zabuza urging her to try and ask out a Cute Kunoichi and Elsa's like.... I can't decide if she's bright red and a useless lesbian or uncomfortable and ace.

I am SO invested in the siege weapon thing.

SHE IS THE SQUISHIEST WIZARD.

It's not her fault that every single other combatant on the continent is Massively Dangerous in melee! She took a very traditional back-line build!

Enemy: Doesn't it GRATE to protect someone so pathetic, Zabuza? Zabuza: She literally froze an entire castle of enemies to death because they harmed her sister, so. No.

Most Ninjas: Sharp Knife. S-Rank Mega Ninjas: Gun. Elsa: High Yield Explosive Rocket Launcher. Literally loses fights to the Knife People, because she can't bring her power to bear on that scale. But if you can give her Time and Prep? No contest.

Long distance AoE

Like  you know how Nagato is literally dying of starvation due to illness and can't walk, but he's also capable of leveling powerful villages more or less on his own?

Elsa is the same Vibe.

It’s like sealing a bijuu in a civilian.

She's honestly both more and less powerful? Like it'd be hard for her to kill everyone in Konoha in the snap of a finger? But also, she could starve out the Country of Fire in a summer.

She WOULDN'T, but she could.

I always read Elsa as gay or ace but my brain keeps trying to ship her with dude ninjas and I have to yank it back on a child leash.

People insinuate that Zabuza is interested in Elsa and he's just "What? Ew she's like five."

"I'm eighteen."

"Five."

BUT

Elsa! Might mistake trust and companionship for a crush!

I can see THAT happening despite gay/ace.

Also like. I don’t think Zabuza is straight.

So mlm/wlw solidarity?

And Haku is probs genderqueer.

So Anna is THE TOKEN STRAIGHT.

Anna is like, the Straight Friend who will go to the mat for her queer friends. Like vicious. In-your-face barking like a mean dog at people who were being bigots.

You know how Elsa in the second movie uses her powers to make toys for kids out of ice?

Okay, so her practicing by making things with Haku.

But yeah, Elsa can't really do "throws ice senbon," but she can do Delicate Geometry Things since she apparently, canonically studies math for fun and loves fractals.

Haku: I can trap you in a prison of ice mirrors, and you are at my mercy. Elsa: LOOK AT THIS CASTLE I MADE???

Haku wants to do Pretty Things like Elsa

OH.

Elsa makes... snow bunnies..

For the ninja distraction reasons but also because it's a Soft Thing that makes her feel better about, uh, everything. And Haku likes bunnies.

Zabuza still takes The Dirty Missions but Elsa gets upset when he does something that hurts innocents and Nobody wants Elsa upset. Even Zabuza doesn't want Elsa upset.

When Elsa gets upset, overnight accommodations are suddenly Very Uncomfortable for everyone except her and Haku.

And then Anna gets upset, which makes Elsa even MORE upset.

And then things just keep getting colder.

Zabuza doesn't want Elsa upset for many reasons, not limited to: "Is actually capable of killing me from outside of Sword Range if she's mad enough, even if it’s not that easy" and "the Small Children would be unbearably sad if she died and honestly so might I."

She's more of a friend than a ward and he's not entirely sure he's okay with that.

Zabuza: "Ew, friendship."

He has absolutely no idea how to have a social interaction with people he isn't Bullying, Raising, or Threatening to Kill.

Elsa and Anna have no trouble convincing people they're related, at least. Different coloration with almost identical bone structure.

A tendency to burst into song when they feel emotions.

Identical weird accent that nobody can place.

FOOD

The girls are royalty, they don't know how to COOK.

But they also want food from HOME.

It's a lot of trial and error.

More error than not, since they have both no knowledge and also a language barrier to overcome. It probably takes YEARS before they can describe things like Unfamiliar Flavors well enough for people to say "OH that sounds like spearmint."

When they run into something they know that’s familiar, it’s life-changing.

Chocolate is more common in the elemental nations than in Arandelle and Anna may or may not cry about it.

Anna is loudly bossy, even at Zabuza.

Zabuza is gruffly commanding, to everyone.

Elsa doesn't actually like being in charge, but when she talks, people LISTEN.

(Haku is just happy to be here.)

Elsa radiates two things: Anxiety, and Natural Command, and she basically just fluctuates between those.

"I don't want to be in charge but also I'm vetoing this."

So, obviously, the main reasons that Zabuza keeps the girls around is that Elsa is a living siege weapon and he thinks she could be convinced to help him run a revolution in Kiri, and also that the Ice Queen schtick is like. Really good for Haku and Zabuza can’t really say no to the kid.

HOWEVER, Anna is clumsy and messy and all that, so Zabuza starts training her in Ninja stuff. Elsa joins in on the “I need to know how to Run Fast to get away from fights I don’t want to have in the first place,” but Anna’s the one that’s like “TEACH ME HOW TO SWORD.”

It’s honestly not that hard to teach her, she’s just really, really, REALLY enthusiastic.

Once or twice someone asks why she’s so bad at this yet running around with an A-rank nukenin and Zabuza’s just like “I’ve only had her for a year and a half, shut up!” because it’s not that he’s a bad teacher, it’s that she was a very pampered civilian until like a week before he met her.

He should get a MEDAL for even getting her to low Chuunin.

Zabuza: I'm taking a job from Gato Elsa, who has Training in economics and politics and bureaucracy: I have a better idea.

This is actually not entirely what I’d do but I wanted to make the joke first ANYWAY here’s an actual plot or something.

Oh, also by this point everyone is Canon Ages so Elsa’s 21 and Anna’s 18 and Zabuza’s 26 and Haku’s 15.

Elsa is getting paid to keep the water from interfering with construction, by way of....

ICE COFFERDAM

Elsa with Haku as her Guard while Zabuza is off running his own mission? Which Anna begged to go on because Cool.

Elsa also kind of keeps her involvement on the ice front semi-secret by claiming she’s there as an engineering consultant.

LISTEN canon made her like geometry, I can ENTIRELY believe she’d be excited about the bridge-building.

Gato has hired someone else on the danger level of Zabuza, who is Threatening to Team 7 + Haku? But then when things look bleak Anna and Zabuza arrive and then Scary Sword Man is on our side and oh dear that's a lot of blood.

Which, you know, fun!

Birdie suggested Raiga which I’m not feeling but I do feel the need to bring up as an option.

It’s also not Kisame BUT

Kisame: [giant lake dome filled with sharks]

Elsa: uhhhhhhhhhhh...

Giant lake dome: [is now a giant ice dome]

Anyway

Gato: I'm hiring an army. Elsa: [giant ice wall around his compound] Gato: ... these guys can walk up walls! Elsa: [adds snowman guards] Elsa: ... Elsa: [adds a ceiling]

Just puts Gato's entire mob in a fucking snow globe.

Zabuza shows up twenty minutes late with (Throwing) Star(buck)s just like "Oh, they dead? No? Want 'em to be? Okay cool I'm gonna go pick up Haku, I'll be back in like an hour."

Anna would... LOVE Naruto

ENERGETIC FRIENDLY GOOFBALL

"I found us a baby brother!" "No, we already have Haku." "BUT LOOK AT HIM."

Anna is only a year or two older than Itachi.

OH RIGHT

I wanted to make a joke about how Naruto also vibes with her because he's less judgmental that she can't really... talk properly.

Sasuke is Judgy and Kakashi is Paranoid and Sakura is Uncomfortable.

Meanwhile Naruto is just like "And I Shall Scream."

Anna, who learned Japanese from Zabuza (rude) and Haku (uber polite): WELL FUCK YOU, GOOD SIR Naruto: YEAH WELL FUCK YOU TOO, LADY Elsa, overly formal: I am... so very sorry.

Anyway, generic missing nin fights and all that.

Elsa gets injured in the process and after a variety of arguments, Naruto manages to convince them to take her to Konoha for medical attention.

Elsa is... usually the one getting injured.

Zabuza and Haku are FAST and Anna is at least learning (even if she’s only been doing it for three years), but Elsa is The Squishy Wizard.

If someone throws a kunai... she can’t... really dodge...

So yeah, gut wound.

Normally they find a nukenin medic to patch them up but Konoha is reasonably close and has some of the more skilled medics on the continent and they DID technically help the Konoha nin so like. Gah.

That’s Zabuza’s final thought. Gah.

Just “Fuck it, let’s save the ice queen.”

Elsa ends up in a half-literal-ice stasis state on the way there and it’s happened before (it is not the first time she’s been stabbed), but it’s always terrifying.

Especially to the Konoha genin who are just like WHAT THE HECK IS THAT.

So they get to Konoha, there’s a whole bunch of stuff about extradition treaties and “you are bringing a literal WMD of a woman into our town” and “we can’t just let MOMOCHI ZABUZA in.”

Anyway, it ends up being that Zabuza has to wait outside the village while Elsa is treated inside, and one of the Teenagers goes in. Obviously, it’s Anna, because Zabuza is INCREDIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE with letting Haku enter a village that’s known for having lots of bloodlines, and anyway, Anna’s the sister.

Bunch of stuff, she’s healing, etc, and then one day Anna comes in and is told “your sister had a bad reaction to the anesthetic, we couldn’t save her, I’m sorry, she’s gone.”

She flips out, gets shown the corpse, flips out MORE, gets escorted out to the village walls where Zabuza and Haku are waiting.

Horrified reactions

Zabuza doesn’t want to admit that it’s EMOTIONS because this is his FRIEND, he is clearly just upset about losing the living siege weapon.

Haku is just super confused and goes “But she���s not dead.”

“What.”

“She’s not dead, I can feel her, I can always feel her, it’s like sensing but just her, because we’re both ice. She’s alive, somewhere over... there?”

And points right in the direction of the Hokage Mountain, which for the purposes of this fic and also Drama is where ROOT headquarters is.

YEP we absolutely have that plot point.

Is Danzo overused as a plot device? Probably. Am I going to diabolus ex machina him anyway? Ye.

They kick up enough of a fuss that the Hokage gets called down.

He wouldn’t, normally, he’d leave it to a couple of skilled jounin and call it a day, except Naruto got involved so like. You can’t. Ignore that.

There’s lots of shouting.

Just like. A lot.

And then part of the mountain explodes!

AS ONE DOES

Elsa comes flying backwards out of the hole, catches herself on a spontaneous ice slide, gets to her feet.

Girl is swaying like MAD.

There are absolutely ANBU (both fake and real) coming after her.

At least one of them gets speared through by an ice spike.

Anna runs up to her, tries to hug her, gets batted away.

Elsa’s staring at her in sheer TERROR and starts muttering something about how Anna died years ago, this isn’t real, etc.

Nobody except Anna understands most of it, but Haku picks up enough to translate when Anna’s freaking out.

Elsa starts doing her Ice Castle thing in the middle of Konoha as a coping mechanism, mostly so she can get Up and Away and Shielded By Ice.

This is not a good look.

Especially because she’s singing, which Zabuza always thinks is a bad omen because it means shit is getting real and one or both of the girls are about to get a powerup or be beaten even harder than otherwise. When they start singing, things get More Dramatic And Extreme).

(Zabuza does not like Disney Musical Rules)

Danzo shows up.

There’s a bunch of arguing.

All the medics insist that nothing she was given at the hospital should have caused amnesia, psychosis, hallucinations, delusions, etc.

It’s. Not hard for Hiruzen to guess what happened.

Namely that Danzo, upon finding out that chakra dampeners didn’t do shit since none of Elsa’s powers come from chakra, decided to keep her drugged up and start using genjutsu to make her more malleable.

Because like. An injured WMD just showed up in your village. What are you supposed to do, not try to kidnap her and turn her to your side? Like, come on. What was he supposed to do?

Not that, Danzo. Literally Not That.

IDK how it gets resolved, probably Anna getting to her with the power of love, because Elsa is ultimately Super Disney.

I also don’t really know where to go from there other than “Maybe Jiraiya can get you home, but also I’m pretty sure Zabuza wants you all to get the hell out of here and take over Kiri” but who knows.

Also

IMAGINE ELSA MEETING GAI.

Imagine Ino getting a puppy crush on Elsa.

IDK that’s it for now.

[the-reaper-of-maidens]

Deep Winter Hunt

Lady Dimitrescu x OC~  I wrote this to this song, because I have Destiny 2 brain rot sometimes, lol, so it’s my excuse to show you this song. Also, huuuusssh, I love soft Alcina with all my heart. 🥺 TW: injuries, sex mention

Snow crunched beneath the Reaper’s boots as she scanned her surroundings, each breath manifesting as a frosty puff. It was overcast, so it made the winter’s morning look even drearier than would be typical, and it was lightly snowing. This wild hunt was starting to drag on a bit too long for her liking, but her stubbornness refused to let her return home empty handed.

Two weeks. That was how long the hunt was going on for, taking the Reaper all over Romania, from the steppes to pine forests. She even almost wandered off to Serbia when she temporarily lost track of the maiden she was after. This is no ordinary maiden, the Reaper thought to herself as she settled down for the night, starting a small campfire to stave off the cold as she rested. Her heart ached for her love, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, but she had to forge on so as to not disappoint her. “I’ll be back soon, don’t worry,” she said out loud as if she was on the phone with her.

The last time she contacted Alcina was two days ago, and the Reaper was wrestling with if she should call her beloved. “No… gotta conserve my phone’s battery,” she muttered to herself as she had a tight grip on her phone, decided to wait until the morning. Normally, she’d call every two days if the hunt was long, but… her power bank was running a bit low, and her phone’s battery was just as low. She breathed, leaning against a tree as she looked up at the night sky, the stars shining especially bright on this cloudless night. She wondered how Alcina was doing, hoping the lady wouldn’t fret too much.

Naturally, the opposite happened. Alcina was just constantly wringing her hands in worry. “Oh, damn, I knew I should have let you three join her…” she hissed in worry, her daughters watching.

“Shall we go after her, Mother?” the oldest, a brunette named Viorica, asked.

“I… I don’t know, Viorica,” Alcina reluctantly admitted. “That damn tenacity of hers, she could have easily called off the hunt, but no… this maiden was just too pretty to pass up, and she just had to try to bag her for my wine.”

“Where could she even be?” Daniela, the blonde one, the middle child, mused. Of the three sisters, the Reaper was the closest to Daniela, so the witch was understandably concerned. “Last she told us, she was somewhere in Țara Românească, yes?”

“And that’s why I’m worried. The prey could have easily made off into București, if she’s smart. It’s only the largest city in Romania, after all… not to mention others would try to follow the Reaper back to us if she made one mistake this deep into her hunt,” Alcina wanted to send her daughters off to track the Reaper down, though she had no idea if the trail would be still warm enough, with the snow coming and going. No… she couldn’t risk her daughters; she just had to trust the Reaper to manage to get back. “Leave… for now, at least. We’ll just have to wait for her next call.”

Daniela and Viorica, swarmed away, though her youngest, a redhead named Aurelia, stayed behind. “Why are you so worried about… her, Mother?” she almost growled. Of the three, the redhead was the least trusting of the Reaper, though she didn’t directly antagonize her. 

Alcina’s lips almost curled into a grimace. “My reasons are mine alone, Aurelia. You don’t need to know why, you just need to respect it. The Reaper has given us many gifts, has she not?”

“But she’s still just… some girl you picked up from the streets,” Aurelia almost spat. “All it took was a ‘boohoo, my life is sad, can you please take me away’ to get you to cave in, Mother.”

“Aurelia, you’re being rather mouthy, and you know I hate those who sass back to me,” Alcina glowered, as if threatening to revoke her daughter’s privileges. “Now, go back and relax with your sisters as I told you to. I won’t repeat myself, you hear me, young lady?”

“I just need to know why you care so much about this silly little girl! She’s… just an intruder trying to ruin our lives… A foreigner who thinks she’s all that!”

“Because I love her!” Alcina finally snapped. “I… love her,” she repeated, quieter this time and with more deliberation. It was rare that the good lady lost her composure, but… emotions flared up. She held a hand to her chest, slowly realizing her romantic feelings for the Reaper.

“I… I see how it is, Mother,” Aurelia swarmed away before her mother would actually punish her. It would take a while for the youngest to process her feelings about a new vampire among their ranks...

She supposed it was a bit strange, finally feeling a flicker of romance, despite the many trysts between her and the Reaper, but it felt amazing when she came to terms with it. “Oh, my darling Reaper… you better come back home soon.”

And after a day and a half, return, she did, though wounded. “Sorry… I got attacked by a feral one. Wanted the prize, I think,” the Reaper said as her teeth chattered. Her bones were ice cold, and some of her wounds were caked with ice and dried blood. Her breathing was ragged and exhausted, exhaling frosty puffs with every breath. It was clear that she had not stopped to rest and warm up ever since she bagged her prey.

Alcina didn’t care about that, though; all that mattered was her beloved was safe, she would handle this feral monster soon enough. “Let us be,” she simply said to the servants as she carried her beloved in her arms, being her caretaker for the next week or two.

“Aaaaah,” the Reaper relaxed in a tub of hot water one day during her recovery. The water was a slight red tint, undoubtedly from her own wounds that were still open. It stung, but… having something nice and hot to clean those gaping injuries felt amazing. She hunkered down with a book to read when Alcina carefully stepped in with some clean clothes and tea. “Lady Alcina,” the Reaper grinned, revealing a row of shark-like teeth.

“My dear Reaper,” the castle’s mistress smiled warmly, setting the tea down next to her before kneeling down to plant a kiss on her lover’s cheek.

“Ah, thanks,” the Reaper eagerly took a sip. “Earl Grey, sweetened just right...~” she kissed Alcina back. “Sorry the tub is pretty… normal-sized, I’d invite you to join me,” the brunette vampire mutant giggled.

“Oh, don’t you worry. I’m just glad you’re safe,” the gargantuan woman held her love’s hand. “What an interesting book you have there. What’s that about?” she immediately knew it wasn’t from the castle’s library, it looked way too new.

“Oh, just stuff about Las Plagas. It’s always a fascinating topic, I really think you should at least check out some books on it,” the Reaper explained. “Even back in my mortal days, I was… always intrigued by the horror of parasites taking over your body. Reminds me of this one movie…” she was cut off by Alcina’s lips touching hers.

“You talk too much,” Alcina purred when she broke the kiss, “but no, really… tell me more. I know you like to hold strong on your little Los Iluminados and Umbrella Corporation conspiracy theory, so I’ll lend an ear this time to seriously consider the merit behind it.”

“You’re being awfully cuddly today, Lady Alcina~” the Reaper nuzzled, though she didn’t mind the extra special attention.

The lady of the castle gently squeezed the Reaper’s hand. “I love you, my darling,” she admitted. “I know, I always say that to you, but… this is different,” she leaned in to kiss her love on the cheek again, leaving behind another kiss mark.

“I know. It feels different than how you usually say it,” the Reaper nodded. “You really have no idea how happy it makes me hearing that from you, Lady Alcina.”

“I know, since you’re such a hopeless romantic,” the giant woman snorted in laughter, her crow’s feet bunching up. “Once you get patched up, we’ll enjoy a nice dinner… and, well, let’s just say, I missed having your tongue wiggling around inside me.”

“Hehe, I hope dinner’s as spicy as you’re being right now, Lady Alcina. I just miss being in your arms after sex, I feel… safe and comforted.”

“Are you sure it’s not because of my chest?” Alcina playfully rolled her eyes, knowing how much the Reaper loved sleeping on her breasts. “But really, not until you’re healed up. You look like you still have much healing to do,” she pointed at the slightly pinkish water and one of the Reaper’s rib wounds. “...Whoever attacked you deserved what they got. You’ll be pleased to see their head hanging on a mount by the castle door... No one gets to hurt what is mine and live.”

[nessaiscute]

A high school confession

AN: This is an experiment might make a bigger thing bout of this also its time for some fluff

“Try not to embarrass yourself.” Stated Mab as I left the Castle.

Same old bs, never a ‘good luck’, or, ‘do your best.’ Always about the kingdom and my eventual inheritance, I will rule the Ice court, I will make descions that will affect millions of people. Knights will depend on me, servants will want guidance. Other courts will want to challenge me. Seems…. A lot for someone like me. A teenage fairy, but it is the life I have to lead once i graduate. But thats not till a long time down the road at least a year. 

I got on the carriage and we went to the human world, to the high school I attend.

 The carriage pulled up to Fallbrook high school, not too bad of a school. I mean we have our bully issues and teachers don’t really care but we don’t have to worry about Gangs. The leaders of the nevenever make sure of that. It's a red brick building with a flagpole in the middle.When I got out of the carriage, I was greeted by a red haired boy. A summer fairy but a treasured one.

“Hey ice boy. Have you seen the princess?”

My nerves were instantly shot, “Do you not know where she is?”

“I… I saw her at breakfast but then i heard a welp and she vanished.”

Son of a bitch!!

I bolted straight into the building, people moving out of my way as I bulldoze into hall, Puck going after me.

“Ice boy! Slow down! You don’t know if shes in trouble!”

But I did, i knew exactly what happened. I knew that she was hurting her. I swer this time I’ll kill that freak!

My heart was beating faster then I thought it ever could, why am I reacting this way? Its not like this is the first time its happened. But I could barely keep track of her glamour, It was getting weaker and weaker. Gods no, please if there is any beings of higher power out there protect her. Please protect her…

Sure enough As i turned to the gym, a Black teeanger had blonde teenager in a choke hold. The blonde teeanger had tears forming in her eyes, my rage erupting like a volcano. My ice glamour exploded freezing everything around The black teeanger, she stepped on ice and fell on her butt letting the blonde go.

“Meghan!” I shouted and rushed towards her.

Meghan fell to the ground and I caught her, i scooped up her fragile body in my arms.

“Meghan! Talk to me!”

I heard a growl from behind me and Puck sheriked as I felt a fist lunge at me.

I tanked the blow,  everyone told me stories bout Tyras monster strength. Gangers won’t mess with her cause of how scary she is. But she didn’t impress me, her punch hurt but it was nothing I haven’t handled before. I shot an ice spike to get her to jump in the air. Tyra landed gracecfully on the ground.

“I’ve had enough of you getting in my way of beating retard!” Tyra snarled.

I told Puck to come over he did, I handed him Meghan and told the two to get out of here. They left. But by this point a crowd had gathered.

“Tyras gonna fight the ice prince!” Said a student.

“No, Tyras gona destory the ice prince. No one can handle Tyra.” Said a teacher.

Tyra cracked her knuckles grinning, “I’ve been looking forward to this, youre hot but youre too nice. Im going to fix that.”

“Is that right?” I smirked.

I slowly walked around, in a slow mocking matter. Bending my knee, her brown eyes glaring at me. People asked what I was doing, I walked around her slowly. Finally she shouted and lunged

I blocked her punch and pushed her off me, I did not strike her. She got ready for another punch, and she went through with her attack, this time she missed. I leaned out of the way, Tyra tried to bear hug me but I slide under her. 

“FIGHT ME!!” Tyra roared.

Suddenly an ice blast froze Tyra solid, I looked around and there was the principle. He glared at me.

“Mr. Johnson?” I asked surprised.

“What happened young man!” Mr. Johnson snapped.

“Tyra attacked Meghan Chase sir,”I replied, “I was defending my friend.”

Mr Johnson was trained by my mom to use Ice glamour, he takes no crap from any of the students and hes very strict. He puffed and singled for a cop.

“Take Miss Tyra away she will be expelled if Ash is…”

Suddenly Mr. Johnson’s phone rang, it was the nurse.

“What is it miss bells?”

“What? Miss Chase is unconscious?”

Everyone gulped.

“Everyone get to class! NOW!”

We all scattered.

I went straight to home room, I was sure I was going to get jumped Tyra was very popular. I know people were going to be pissed. In fact I got sneers and glares as I walked through the halls. I expected someone to try and deck me.

But I was greeted by Puck, who looked sad.

“Hey, how is she?”

“She won’t wake up ice boy. They called in an ambulance.”

Darn it!

I patted Pucks shoulder, “She’s been through hell before, she’ll get out again.”

Puck touched my hand and smiled at me, “Youre right.”

We both sat down, and class started. It seemed like nothing changed, Meghan was gone but no one seemed to care. Meghan was a huge part of all of our classes too. The teacher didn’t seem to notice that no one was answering questions besides me. Its normally me and Meghan.

“The left index.” I answered.

“Very good Ash.” The teacher replied.

A student laughed, “Man, I can’t believe that rere was holding Ash back.”

Bile rose in my throat, Meghan has had mental illnesses for as long as I remember. Its been the number one reason for her being bullied.

“Meghan wasn’t holding back anything I-”

“Rere!” The student snapped, “Gods how long have you been here? Learn the terminology fairy!”

“Meghan is not a ‘rere’ or whatever you call her. She's just as important to this class as I am.”

“Ugh, what is she? your girlfriend or something??” The student yelled

Everyone gasped like he just dropped an F bomb.

The teacher jumped in, “Anthony leave Ash alone. Theres no way he would date Miss chase. Now lets get back to the lesson.”

The class went on without a hitch though that accusation never left my mind.

What is she? Your girlfriend or something?

Did I see Meghan like that? She's been my friend for as long as I remember. She's my best friend. I feel content when shes around, when we’re cuddling and I can feel her heartbeat. When we’re watching a movie, when I’m fighting off bullies for her. I even defied my mom to be her friend, it was the one argument I ever won against my mom. Even as a king I will never abandon Meghan, I’ll run away from the throne if I have to I-

Oh. I am in love with her.

The class ended and I was called to the nurse’s office. I power walked there, my heart racing as I opened the door…

“You’re late.” Greeted Meghan.

The smile ran across my face before I realized it, “It took forever to get out of class.”

She opened her arms and I took her in mine.

“When Tyra grabbed me that time….I thought it was over.” She sobbed.

“I took care of it. Shes expelled.”

“Isn’t that only going to make things worse?” Meghan asked.

“Nope.” The nurse shook her head, “The students have gotten a clear warning. Anything happens to you over her jail will be next. Now, I have lunch to grab, you two stay here.”

The nurse left and it was just me and Meghan, my heart going into over drive. I wanted to tell Meghan how I felt. That I’m in love with her, I sat down next to her.

“Did you sleep well last night?” Meghan asked.

I nodded.

“Are you okay?”

“I… I need to tell you something.”

Now or Never.

“What is it?”

I took a deep breathe gathering my thoughts, It was time to face this.

“I love you.”

The words didn’t register right away, she just said, “huh?”

“I really love you.” I repeated.

Meghan gasped, her eyes smacked with shock. Did I make a mistake?

She looked down, my heart was bout to fall into the depths of hell when she said, “Um…. Can you give me some time to think Ash? After school, meet me at the front gate. I’ll see you then.”

Meghan then ran away and I just went to class.

“Man youre lame.” Puck stated.

“Shut up Summer shit.” I snarled.

“Seriously that was the best you could come up with? Although I’m honestly shocked this didn’t happen sooner.”

“Whats that suppose to mean?” I asked.

“Ive known you both for bout 5 years and from the moment I met you… Ive had to deal with the soft stares and cuddling and couple fights. I remember when Tyra first started bullying her, and she cried that no one was going to care if she died. And You got really mad at her and you both started yelling until you screamed ‘if you died I’d rip out her heart myself’ and you both stared at each other mouths agape till I had to bring up the newest book coming out.”

Puck was right, although it was embarrassing to hear him bring up the past.

“So, were you joking?”

I swatted at him, “Of course I wasn’t!”

Puck Patted my head, “Good luck lover boy!” 

He ran away before I could kill him.

I went to the front gate and Meghan was waiting for me.

“Hello Ash.” Meghan Greeted.

“Hey, Um, can I have your answer?”

My whole life hangs on this.

Meghan smiled softly, “I… was so happy when you told me. Thank you. But here is the thing…. I can’t believe you actually said it. and...I’m wondering if you made a bet with Michael. To see if it would be funny…. So i have to ask… were you joking?”

Tears were forming in her eyes when she asked if I was joking, what exactly do people take me for.

“No i meant it.”

“You… do know im not normal right??” Meghan asked shocked, “I’m not pretty like the other girls. I like dumb things and I can barely do anything right. And then there is the fact I'm on adhd medication. People will always judge me for that, I just doze off and I get mad quite easily; I annoy people very easily…. One of my favorite thing bout you is how patient you are with me. If…. we start dating that patience will be tested to its limit. You’ll have to deal with that stuff all the time. I… don’t want to be a pest to you.”

This foolish…

“You aren’t a pest Meghan!”

Meghan gasped and i kept going.

“Hell I love you doing those things, do them all the time. I don’t get those anime cartoons you watch nor do I understand shipping and all of that but I want to be with you every step of the way. As for your mental illness I love you, all of you, especially those parts. There's nothing you could do to make me lose my patience in you. Hell, I don't even consider it a test of patience. Being with you is a choice I make. I make it every day, and I’ll keep making it till the end of time.”

“Ash….” Meghan gasped, “Has anyone ever told you… that you're dangerous to a woman's heart.” her face was flushed.

“Do love me Meghan? Cause I can’t stand the thought of not being with you. I can do anything but losing you would destroy me.”

“Yes. I love you, Ash Please be my boyfriend.”

I walked towards her, took her face in my hands and kissed her. She coiled her arms around me and I crushed her to me. She was mine, Nothing will ever change that.

[seriouslyblacklikemysoul]

Until Forever - Sirius Black

MASTERLIST Warnings: My English,pics aren’t mine.  Word Count ~ 3k Prologue | Mercury | Delicate | Blue | Running | Aftermath | Stardust

Chapter 8. December.

           She had practiced everything she would say to him, rehearsing it like a play, going through all of his possible reactions and rehashing her speech to fit the situation, over and over and over again. But when he saw her in the hall between two classes, when she opened her mouth, all that fell out was crackling silence.

            It had been a bit more than just awkward; Remus was beyond competitive, trying to steal kisses of her when Sirius was watching. And Sirius was watching most of the time – he couldn’t stop pining after her and he knew it was all kinds of wrong.           There was something in the way she lied, he thought. She was staring straight into his eyes. He liked her lies – they brought the pain he was missing lately.  Of course, he was jealous that his best friend could have this moment while he was waiting for the ticking clock to burn. She had absolutely no problem admitting she had made a mess – coming to terms with it, that was a problem.

            December was upon them and she felt her heart longing for her family and friends – they would all get together, cook, eat, and drink, but mostly they would have fun. They had this tradition – each Friday of December they would have a movie night. And most of time, they didn’t even watch a movie; they were all there for the friendship. They used to have a chat called “Fam”, because they weren’t just friends, they were family, or a really small gang. She missed them like crazy.  She missed her life a bit more than she would admit – well, she had no one to admit that to. Reminiscing about her lost life wasn’t going to help her go back, but she couldn’t stop thinking about her friends and how wonderful it would be if all of this was simply a dream.            She no longer wanted to live inside a fairy tale. She wanted to return to her old life.  Maybe it was because she didn’t have her best friend telling her how stupid she was for actually being involved with any of them or how crazy it was … being in a relationship with Remus while she was pulled towards Sirius every breathing moment. She could use a girls’ night.…           Then again, she would be lying her ass off if she said she didn’t enjoy herself. Given everything, she was doing pretty amazing. It was just the guilt that ate her alive. It might have been a little heart wrenching but breaking down at 2 AM changed people. She became distant. She became doubtful. It created an emotional divide between her and everyone else. When she was slumped on the floor, paralyzed with grief, she begun to see through things. The Niagara of tears falling from her eyes, the lump in her throat, the pain pounding in her chest reminded her of the faces she wanted to see, the voices she wanted to hear, the caresses she wanted to feel. She would become isolated.           It was 2 AM, the world turned against her, the clock ticked louder than it used to as though to match the shrieking voices in her head. Those voices she wished would fall into silence for they driven her mad. She reached for her phone, to type a text, to try to dial a number, then realized she had no one – and no phone to do so. You begin to think of coping mechanisms. How would she get through this? Swallow a sleeping pill that didn’t work anymore? Seek the comfort of alcohol? Dance with her demons, let them tormented her until she became numb? She became lost. She didn’t know what to do. She pinched her skin to drive away the numbness. Everything became blurry. In a brief moment of clarity, he crossed her mind; she was tempted to talk to him.          She missed her friends and this unholy hour made her question the people in her life... Realizing just how much, hurt. Forcing her eyes shut and hoping in a peaceful slumber, she made herself fall asleep. Otherwise, she would have fallen apart.

             Waking up early had never been her thing - especially during winter time...But it was one of her favorite things. The frozen atmosphere stood still, waiting for the sun to rise, slowly, indolently; the sky was a pale, frosty, grayish blue and if she listened carefully, the silence was beautiful. As she approached the Great Hall, she heard the soft chatter and the distant yawing. She craved her hot cup of coffee and the delicious breakfast, without caring about her sad look or the fact that she had been avoiding everyone … a while.             She took her time, appreciating everything around her; the big, baroque fireplace, the tall walls that reached up to the ceiling, which was covered with floating candles and enchanted to look like the sky above – perfectly still and gray – the High Table, which was designed to house the entire Hogwarts staff – more than half of them were missing. From the architecture to the vibe, it had to be one of the most adoptable rooms inside the castle.            She sat down, smiling to them all, filling up her cup with freshly brewed coffee, with no interest of joining their conversation. She had to talk about her wants at some point but it wasn’t the moment – although, not receiving a message is also a message.            “You seem off” Peter commented later on, when she had made clear she didn’t want to participate in small talk. Forcing her thought back on track and her eyes to stop wondering around, she simply nodded. She felt off. Peter didn’t question her further, understanding her wish for peace and quiet. Sirius’ and Remus’ eyes met as they both looked at her – the silver eyed boy immediately averted his gaze back to his plate. That had to end at some point. To her disbelief, they hadn’t asked her anything, they hadn’t tried to talk to her and she felt rather grateful. How could she have justified that? ‘You know I miss my friends because I had a life before you? Or rather many years after you?’… no… Slowly, things had become too complicated and she had only her self to blame. Facing her demons had always been a challenge.             “… maybe you can join us, if you want to” she caught the last bit of James’ sentence, causing her head to raise instantly and her eyes to focus on him. She smiled apologetically as she hadn’t been listening, gaining an eye roll.            "I was saying that you are more than welcome to come with us - we have plenty of rooms and it will be fun. You know, for Christmas break... And New Year's party" James told her in the earnest and sweetest way possible. She was grateful for his invitation and friendship. He was the brother she was missing terribly. She thought about it for a moment. It would definitely be fun. But...           "Thank you, Jay. Since it's my first and last Christmas here, I would like to spend it inside the castle. I hear it's beautiful" she concluded. Otherwise, it would be too complicated... Not that now was easy, but she knew that being so close with them ... It could only end one way.           He agreed with her but two other people were harder to convince. She had yet to talk with Remus and she was fucking dreading it... And, as much as she wanted to, she couldn't talk with Sirius. She was a walking disaster.

      The small, fleeting moments that floated around her entire existence made the world seem distant in a way. She was catastrophically romantic but how could she be red in a world of black and white? She would be consumed either by her own façade or by her surroundings. In order to keep her sanity, she had realized that she needed to project a totally different image of who she was – she was balancing on very thin ice, trying not to fall right in the freezing sea of her lies.        She saw Remus eyeing her carefully as if he was trying to catch her lying. She wanted to have a proper conversation with him because she already knew where this was going but she knew that if she let him talk to her, she would back down. There was a certain truth in his words and at a time, for a time, it also happened to be true for her. But that was a lifetime ago. She had already chosen this path; she already knew the end and she craved a change. Maybe she was being selfish but prioritizing herself was a necessity at this time. And maybe things were simpler than all of the crap she was thinking.        Maybe it was just about smiling, smiling a lot, smiling well and wanting and feeling happy today, right now. Maybe it was just about knowing how to enjoy every moment she lived, thinking she will never repeat it again. Maybe it was just about enjoying each person she had around her at every moment of her life and knowing how to give them the best of her without expecting anything in return. Maybe, and just maybe, it was just about appreciating a little bit more every little gesture, every single thing she did every day, no matter how simple, and feeling like it was extraordinary, and learning to enjoy everything she held, because it sure wasn’t a little…         She met his eyes for the first time in days. Oh, crap. What a plot twist he was. And for a moment nothing else really even mattered. She lived in moments, nothing more. She owed it to them, but mostly to herself. She had to be honest. Some things were way too overwhelming for her to keep them secret.          Without much thought, she turned to Remus and begged him with her eyes for some privacy but as soon as his eyes found hers, she lost all her nerve and the guilt washed over her. Hopefully, all he saw was a rather perplexed look and a question.         “Are you coming?” Lily asked her with an eyebrow archer. She glanced her way, completely out of focus. The ginger-haired girl understood as she mouthed ‘Hogsmeade’ and ‘tomorrow’.         “Wouldn’t miss it for the world” she answered kindheartedly as she was already thinking about her first butterbeer.

         Sometimes things went wrong. People left. Hearts broke Stuff that she didn’t want to happen, happened. Experiences that were out of her control hit her like a wall, and there was nothing she could do other than accept this phase of life. In those moments, it was hard to believe that life would be okay again. Because how could it be when everything was going wrong. But things have to get better, didn’t they? Bad stuff happened in order for her to appreciate the good, and often things fell apart so that the pieces could join together in a new way—the way they were supposed to.         But sometimes things went wrong because she was trying so hard to push pieces that didn’t fit together, in order for life to make sense. But those pieces needed to fall apart. She needed to fall apart. Life needed to fall apart—so that it could come together the way it was meant to.        Her entire life in this timeline meant that she had to let go of all the things she thought of as given, her own and not there anymore. It was the hardest task she had yet to achieve. One thing that she had realized was that some of her older friends weren’t really all that great after all. And how did she realize that? Oh, it was simple. All it took was a walk to the nearest village.        Lily was the kindest and sweetest person, Alice was the most considering, Mary and Dorcas were the most free-spirited people she had ever met and Marlene was… well, she was pretty much like her. Even she had opened up to her; the blonde had let her do her eyeliner and as much as she wanted her to look like a panda, she was gorgeous. With the boys, though, it was different. James was her brother, Peter was – despite her desire to hate him – fun, sweet, shy. She wasn’t going to bother her mind trying to think about the other two.        She had never seen anything like it – or felt that she could freeze to death like that ever before. Hogsmeade was exactly as she had imagined but nothing like it at the same time. Covered in snow, she could barely see the sign of the Three Broomsticks but the entire village was magnificent and vivid. The pub was a rather small place but that didn’t bother her. Sure, it was probably packed but she would still enjoy a butterbeer and a firewhiskey – she was old enough for that.       She was pretty sure that Remus wanted this to be a proper date and that was why she never left Lily’s side. They had an honest talk the previous night – well, as honest as it could ever be. The most important things were left out and instead they had focused on her love life. Or how badly she had screwed it up.         The boys found a rather large but secluded table with a comfy couch and plenty of chairs. Lily and James scouted in, but she preferred the chair – something, she was sure, Remus took notice of. Once she saw Sirius taking out his cigarette pack, she realized it was okay for her to smoke inside but before she could, she found herself standing up and offering to get them drinks – Remus was glaring daggers at her.           The bar hadn’t enough drinks for her to be okay. After the nine butterbeers, she finally ordered hers, leaving both Remus and the barman startled.          “The strongest bourbon you have – and do keep them coming” she emphasized. Clearly, she had her share of drinks, Remus thought, just as she was avoiding him and a conversation. The barman laughed and told her that she wasn’t old enough, mistaking her for just another Hogwarts student.         “Look, I don’t have an ID but you can bet your ass, I’m twenty-two. Just ask her” she pointed at a rather amused Minerva McGonagall – which he did and got his answer, even though the professor gave her a stern look of disapproval. As they waited, Remus grasped the opportunity to talk to her.         “So, are you enjoying Hogsmeade?” he tried to stir up a proper answer but didn’t stick to it, as he cut her off.         “Screw this. You know what? I can’t do this anymore. You’re avoiding me and I’m pretending to understand why. So, please, tell me, because my imagination is making up things that are far worse than anything you’ll say” he whispered-yelled at her. Just in time, the drinks were ready and waiting for them to carry them to their table. She finally looked at him and saw how terrible this must had been for him. “When you get used to goodbyes, nothing really surprises you anymore. You’re not afraid that people might leave and you’re not holding on to someone because you can’t imagine your life without them. When you get used to goodbyes, you get used to being alone. You still feel sad or heartbroken but it never takes over your life, it never stops you from knowing you’re a person worth loving and it never makes you doubt yourself. When you get used to goodbyes, you get used to leaving too. You get used to walking away when you’re being mistreated. You know how to detach when things are no longer healthy for you. You don’t feel like it’s the end of the world if you leave even if you don’t know where you’re going or what’s going to happen next. When you get used to goodbyes, you get used to instability, inconsistency and uncertainty. Your life never really felt like a straight line, it was always zigzagging and twists and turns. Your life never really had one path but it was always a bunch of different paths that you had to explore all by yourself. When you get used to goodbyes, you get used to the pain. You learn how to live with it instead of avoiding it. You don’t let it consume you anymore. In a way, it trains you to face certain challenges alone instead of running away from them. It trains you to expect the unexpected somehow. It trains you that you can trust people and fall in love with them but that doesn’t mean they’ll stay and it doesn’t mean that they won’t move to another country and it doesn’t mean that they’ll always be by your side. When you get used to goodbyes, you learn that you can be as open and as vulnerable as you can be and it still won’t be enough. When you get used to goodbyes, you learn how to appreciate your own company and accept your flaws and your demons because no matter who’s sleeping next to you now, you could eventually wake up and find yourself sleeping alone and no matter how many beautiful promises you’ve heard, you know that some of them are empty. When you get used to goodbyes, forever is not linked to someone else, forever is linked to you and only you” she knew that it was what she wanted to confess. She knew it would end up in a goodbye soon enough. Instead she simply told him,

          “I will. Just not here”. She took a testing sip of her drink and rather impressed downed it immediately, as she ordered the second one. Maybe it wasn’t smart, but she had a bunch of friends in the next table waiting to have fun – and  if she wanted to survive the constant kissing and snogging and touching, she would have to be a bit tipsy.

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get to know me tag

I was tagged by @peachiiesims! Thanks for the tag! Haven’t done one of these in a while, lmao. Forewarning: I’m pretty boring and indesisive. 

1. Dogs or Cats? I love cats, but I’m allergic so I’ve only ever had dogs. So, dogs! But I like the idea of both equally. 

2. YouTube celebrities or normal celebrities? Youtube, I guess? I’m not a big celebrity person but I guess I care more about how Dan and Phil are doing than like, Katy Perry or something. But like, if by youtube celebrities you mean like, idk James Charles or something then they’re honestly rated the same as regular celebrities in that I couldn’t care less about them or their personal lives. 

3. If you could live anywhere where would that be? A beach house somewhere with good weather and warm waters. So, Hawaii I guess? But I’ve never been so I can’t say for sure if I’d want to live there, esp with how expensive and tourist filled it is. 

4. Disney or DreamWorks? Disney, bc I grew up on those movies and watching the disney channel and going to disneyland. 

5. Favorite childhood TV show? As a little little baby kid, Blues Clues. Then Powerpuff Girls, Kim Possible, and ATLA as I got progressively older. 

6. The movie you’re looking forward to most in 2020? I honestly didn’t remember what movies were coming out in 2020, and had to look it up lmao. Uh, the Harley Quinn movie looks fun and my fingers are crossed that they won’t ruin Artemis Fowl, but my hopes aren’t high.  

7. Favorite book you read in 2019? Didn’t get to read many books, mostly fanfic, so I guess my re-read of Good Omens. 

8. Marvel or DC? I prefer marvel movies to DC, but prefer DC characters and comics. 

9. If you choose Marvel favorite member of the X-Men? If you choose DC favorite Justice League member? Nightcrawler and Batman, respectively. 

10. Night or Day? Both? I love certain aspects of each too much, and when I see more of one than the other I either get sad or less productive, lol. So I gotta have both in balance. In terms of Aesthetic(tm) though, night. Both for the starry sky and the hazy soft glow of the moon just barely making dark trees and unlit houses visible, and for the bright neon lights that illuminate the streets and set cities aglow with life and color. 

11. Favorite Pokémon? Absol! Though I have a soft spot for most Dark and Ghost types like the former wanna-be emo I was. Also Snivy, who was my first ever starter bc I got into the games later than the anime, lol. 

12. Top 5 bands: I’m not a huge band person, I mostly just pick out like, what songs I like. Fall Out Boy is probably my favorite, though? But I can’t really like, pick anything after that. A lot of pop punk and clasic rock bands.  

13. Top 10 books: Uh, Harry Potter Series, The Bartimaeus Sequence, The Complete works of Sherlock Holmes, Watership Down, Discworld series, Gemma Doyle Trilogy. And a lot more. But I haven’t read many books in a while, it’s been mostly fanfic so a lot of the books I love are from highschool or my childhood, lol. 

14. Top 4 movies: Uhhhhh, Inception, Gaurdians of the Galaxy, Howls Moving Castle, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. 

15. America or Europe? America, but I’ve never been to Europe so I guess I can’t say for sure. I like the weather where I live, real lemonade, and weather in Fahrenheit rather than Celsius, lmao.  

16. Tumblr or Twitter? Tumblr. I understand it better and I like how versatile it is. 

17. Pro-choice or Pro-life?  Pro-choice, but I don’t really want to get into politics on my fun sims account bc I like to keep things separate and real life is where I put my political ideas and discussion, not here.  . 

18. Favorite YouTuber: Uhhh, idk, I love watching a lot of different people, but  I guess Prozd? His skits are funny, he makes good board game reviews, and I love his lets’s play channel he runs with his friend Mankey and especially their Ace Attorney series. They just started AAI1 a bit ago and I’m so hyped for it!  

19. Favorite author? I know she’s been kinda annoying lately and idk how I feel about her right now, but JK Rowling literally shaped who I am as a person. Harry Potter has had such a strong impact on my life. And will always be my favorite book series. 

20. Tea or coffee? I don’t really like either, but I guess I’ve had more (incredibly milky) coffee in my life. Unless iced tea counts. 

21. OTP? I read fic more for plot than romance, but I guess the most major ships I care about that I’ve read in my life, in no particular order, are: Tododeku, Drarry, Zutara, Victor/Yuuri. Like, I ship a lot of things (a whole lot, lmao) but I’ve never really had a full on ‘it’s only this couple for me, no other fandom ship compares’ OTP. 

22. Do you play an instrument/sing? I like singing for fun! But never like, learned how to do it properly outside of a bit of musical theater as a kid. I tried learning the clarinet but wasn’t having fun. I would love to try and learn the piano again, someday, though! 

I tag, uhh, @simmancy @anastacialove @simbience @pixlmonster if you want to do this, do it! If not, then don’t though, lmao. Or if you’ve already done it. And any of my other followers who want to, consider yourself tagged and do this! 

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Fic: Lea and Isa have been making semi-frequent trips to Dumbo's homeworld for reasons and one day Mr Stork pays them a visit to deliver twins (a boy and a girl). It turns out they were with each other enough while there that they managed to trigger the world's reproductive mechanisms that rely on storks instead of pregnancy.

Hi!!!

Thank you for your ask!! I got carried away with idea for that so thank you very much!! I hope it will please you!!

And OMFG, The Stork’s song is different in french than english, listened it in english to write this and… it’s so creepy?! 

PS: that thing with “Fic:” at the beginning actually help me to know what you want, because sometimes I’m a bit hesitant!!

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He never warned them…

Lea was so mad.

If he could… Yes, he could. He even should do it! He should kill Even onceagain. Forever, this time. Hunt him down until he disappeared and no one wouldever get him memorized.

Even should have warned them…

The Replicas were awesome but they were ephemeras… Forsix beautiful months, Roxas and Xion were with them and it was awesome, theyplayed, chatted; he took care of them and they shone his path. It even wasbecause of Xion that he and Isa were together… She had organized everything,she had pushed them to declare to each other… Every day, they could be togetherbecause of them.

And the Replicas were ephemeras.

All remained were memories…

Just memories… and he hated that.

Yes, he wanted to live in everyone memories, he wantedto be immortal and he kept saying ‘got it memorized’ but in fact… he hated whenpeople were just memories for him. He wanted more…

But he couldn’t have more.

They were dead.

Vanished forever.

Sora wasn’t there. So where their Hearts went? And howmuch time they would have to do it? How much time the next Replicas will last.How often they could do that and how much this would hurt Roxas and Xion?

Hurt him?

And worst…

Hurt Isa.

He could deal with his pain but he couldn’t deal withIsa’s pain because he loved him so much… The worst was the fact that Isa alwaystried to hide everything. At first, he joined him often in the shower becausehe knew it was there he let himself cry and wanted to cheer him up and then… herealized he needed to let him that room. Let him be sad… Especially becausethis was, after, allowing him to be happier. Act happier, at least…

Isa was the first to propose they should change theirmind, try not to think about that. And, according to Isa it helped to work, notto think. For those exact reasons, Lea asked for work to Yen Sid. Now, he wasall in for travelling the Worlds, as long as he was with the love of his life.Before, he hesitated or often refused because there were his children… They hadto go school, to be correctly surrounded… Yes, sometimes he had to left formission or he would bring them with him but now…

All of this was shattered and it was weird for him toleave for another World…

Though he had asked to Yen Sid for the job, it wasMinnie who offered them the World to go.

Circus Paradise.

With a past like theirs, Lea and Isa knew a lot ofWorld but this one was one of those they never went in. It wasn’t exactly thekind of universe where you could find anything interesting. Not for their plansback the time, at least.

And yet… Now that they were stepping here, he couldfeel the Darkness around. This World was overwhelmed by it…

“Say… Isa?”

Isa looked up toward his lover who just pronouncedthose words.

“You think Minnie sent us her because there is so muchwork here?”

“I think so too,” Isa replied. “I can’t believe wenever come here before.”

“Yeah. I think Roxa… I… I mean, forget.”

Isa unfolded his arms and moved toward him, taking hishands tenderly.

“You don’t have to hide your emotions and to force toforget them or anything about them… They would be happy if you kept themmemorized forever.”

“I know, I know… But it’s hard. Had to realize we willnever see them again…”

Isa didn’t know what he could reply to it.

He knew the struggle. He knew the oppressing feeling.Wanting to talk all the days about the babies but also being afraid because thefeeling was the only thing they would have. They will never welcome themanymore with big smiles. They would never play again with them. All of thisswirled in Lea’s mind, again and again…

“Do you think you can tell me what you wanted to say?”Isa wondered in a soft tone.

“Roxas told me… when he appeared, he could remembersome distant things about Sora. About him being with someone from this World. Ithink I saw him in Castle Oblivion? It’s an Elephant! Who flies.”

If they weren’t used to so many things absolutelyweird, Isa could have looked at him as if he was mad.

But he had seen so worst things.

“Do you want to see the flying elephant?”

“Why not?”

If this could cheer Lea’s up. And they could find thesource of Darkness while looking for Dumbo, for a grasp of their memories…

 When they arrived in the Circus, it was obvious theWorld was corrupted. People awaited for the animals to be spectacular and whenthey aren’t, they were upset and showed it. Plus, the capitalism was a bigthing here. The first Human they had met was a Ringmaster who always wanted tohave more spectacles. Who asked so much more from his beasts. Too much.

Way too much.

They knew they needed to come back, again and again.Though, Isa didn’t think he could ease such a behavior.

Lea had some proposition to calm that but maybe it wasjust too much? It was pushing away a problem. The whole World seemed to livewith another range of priorities…

That was the reason why they had asked Minnie, and YenSid, if they could keep taking care of the World.

That would keep them busy.

Except Dumbo who could vaguely be attached to Roxas,all of this was new. They could think about other things, they could changetheir mind and, maybe, live through that. Until those bad memories becomenothing more than this and they could live another live. A new live, with newmemories. Brighter memories…

 Lea and Isa were very upset by the lose they had, butthey weren’t the only one. Pence, Hayner and Olette were their best friends. Notfor long but… it had been an important and overwhelming relationship.

So, it was normal they both took care of theteenagers. Often, they invited them over and organized movie night or big food.Sometimes both at once. They got ice cream or went on restaurant. Olette workedas a waitress there so sometimes, they come on the restaurant to give her bigtip.

Sometimes, it was hard for the couple to be supportiveover the teenagers because it reminded their children… Not only because theywere their friend but also because it was like caring for them. Thought theyhad all their parents and parents taking care of them. Mostly. Sometimes, itwas harder for Hayner’s parents but he was the oldest child of a very big family.And on this, Lea having grown up in such family, he could talk with him andhelped him through the feeling to not care and struggling with money.

This evening, they had prepared a movie night withfood ordered from a restaurant. It was a lot of little beignet, noodles andseafood but it missed vegetables so Isa was preparing a salad with Olette.

The lady always did her best and always smiled. Nomatter what.

“Olette?” Isa asked.

In the other room Lea was dressing the coffee tablewhile Pence prepared the movies. Hayner was calling at home but he willcertainly help soon enough. He had such a kind heart…

“Yes, Sir Sinclair?”

“You can call me by my name,” he said with a softtone.

She smiled, nodding.

“I wondered how you felt. You’re always smiling…”

She continued to smile.

“I know what you mean, Isa, I do… Because Hayner and Pence had so much to do… I need tostay strong for them!”

“I know the feeling. But if you need to talk…”

“Yeah… When it’s really hard, I’m talking to myboyfriend but… I feel like I’m annoying,” she laughed nervously, taking the bigspoons to put them in the salad plate.

“If ever you feel like it, you can talk to me. Youwill not annoy me. And I’m sure you’re not annoying to your boyfriend neither.”

“He would say the same but I will always doubt,” shesighed. “But it’s the same for you, Isa! If you need to talk… Seifer would behappy to listen!” she joked. “I meant me, of course. You can talk to me, Isa.”

“It’s sweet from you.”

“From you too!” she smiled.

Isa could understand it was hard for her to stop. It washard for him to stop pretend too. He pretended to protect Lea, to protect theteenagers. He pretended again and again and… well, Olette was sweet but hedoubted he could stop pretend since she was still so young. He couldn’t lay onher. It was so wrong to him…

So he kept pretend and just allow himself to say thetruth to Lea once in a while. As long as Olette felt better, it would be betterin his opinion…

 Weeks and weeks passed, becoming months and months…

Lea and Isa worked mostly with Circus Paradise, whichLea had secretly called Darkness Paradise because the amount of filthy peoplehere was astonishing, and so they came very often here. Sometimes for days.

Thought time had passed and their wounds were a bithealed, they were still deeply hurt. They still thought about Roxas and Xion butthe biggest difference was that they didn’t cry anymore. Sometimes, theyremembered and it was hard; often they talked about them and they still haven’tthrow away nothing belonging to them. The worst was when they found belongingsof them where they shouldn’t. There, the memories were unbearable…

Pence, Hayner and Olette started to feel better soon. Especiallybecause they had a lot to do. After ten months, being now seventeen for most ofthem, they had their future to prepare. But they still could count on Lea andIsa every time they needed it.

And as that Circus-slash-Darkness paradise… Isa and Leastarted to believe they will have to work here forever. And Isa still thoughtthe Organization XIII missed an opportunity with such a World. He wondered ifthey would have received their Hearts, or got even more fooled, if they hadstepped in this World earlier?

In fact… Lea and Isa had often thought about livinghere… It would be easier. In a lot of ways. No more suffer with that house theyused to share with Roxas and Xion. No more suffer with that World meaning somuch for them. Often, they had talked about coming back to Radiant Garden butthey were most of their time in this World so why not just staying here?

“Mr. Sinclair?! Mr. Sinclair?!”

The voice came from above.

From the sky.

Lea frowned. They had visited lot of Worlds. Some withmagic, others with talking animals and certain with technology beyond theirunderstanding but usually they could tell what World was what. They have beenenough in this World to never have to deal with anything having a voice comingfrom above. Well… there were a lot of Circus’ artists where they tried tochange things most of the time but none of them knew Lea’s last name?

“Mr. Sinclair!!”

Lea’s eyes widened when he saw a Stork appear. He washolding two bags. Two bags he put down on the floor in front of them. He waswearing a blue delivering outfit and a red cap. Immediately, he took a bluediary from his pocket and his wings started to look through the pages.

The bags just seemed to be bags full of dirty clothes.And Lea had no idea why anyone would want them to have them.

As for the Stork talking to them… Okay, it was a bitstrange in this World but they werefar away for worrying for such things happening in their live.

“Here are two babies with eyes of blue straight fromheaven to you. Straight from heaven up above here are two babies for you tolove.”

“Excuse me?” Lea said with a broken voice. “Is this ajoke?!” he groaned.

“For Lea?” Isa asked. “Are you sure not to have made amistake?”

“For Mr. Sinclair and second Mr. Sinclair!” the Storkreplied.

Isa frowned.

The Stork seemed annoyed and looked through the pagesof a pink diary.

“You aren’t second Mr. Sinclair.”

“Kind off, I am,” he replied.

Isa always used his best friend and lover’s last namebecause he hated his.

“Ah! Sign here please,” the Stork said, holding out thediary to him.

“For those babies?” Isa asked.

He took the diary and the pencil handed to him.

“Yes! They are your babies,” the Stork smiled.

“That’s ridicule,” Lea said. “Why would you hand usbabies?!”

“Because they are yours,” the bird insisted. “Please,sign.”

Isa was as doubtful as his lover but he signed thepaper.  What could they do anyway? What wouldhappen to the babies if they didn’t do it?

The Stork took a whistle in his cap and blew in. “HappyBirthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Roxas and Xion.Happy Birthday tooooooooooo…”

The Stork never finished his sentence because suddenlya big weapon appeared in front of his nose.

Or two.

“What did you say?”

Isa cold voice made the bird shook. He tried to clearhis throat but, suddenly, it was very difficult.

“It’s the name I received.”

“Who gave you that?” Lea asked.

“It’s confidential. But they are your babies. And yousigned so…”

The Stork quickly moved away and in a matter ofseconds, he flew away. Lea threw his Keyblade on the bird that moved away in aglimpse and disappeared in the clouds.

Isa tried to calm his rage, making vanish his Claymore.

He crouched next to the bundle and, his fingers stillshaking with anger, he opened one of them. He saw a baby girl. With black hairand blue eyes like you didn’t see often. Powerful blue. He opened the secondbag as Lea let the flames disappear around him. When the Keyblade came back inhis hand, then vanished, he looked down to see that baby with those veryspecial blond-gingery hairs. And those same blue hairs.

“Do you think it’s possible…” Isa whispered.

He didn’t want to believe this. This looked so insane.Yes, those babies could have been Roxas and Xion but it appeared as a very badjoke to him.

This World was surrounded with Darkness after all…

“What do we do?” Isa wondered.

“What do you want to do?” Lea asked, still confuse.

Isa stared the two babies, still on the floor… What hewanted to do…

 “Storks deliver babies. That’s a common believe andwhat people said to their children…”

“Didn’t you believe that until your sixteen years old?”Lea smiled.

He had a little girl sleeping in his arms and maybethat was the only thing saving him from the anger of Ienzo. Certainly not justhis smile. Especially if he was giving him such a cold look despite the coldcoffee in the mug he was holding.

“But, I was saying, in this World, it’s not a believe.It’s a fact. Babies only come when they are delivered by Storks.” Ienzo turnedtoward Aeleus taking one of the books he was holding for him. “If I am right,in this World, the only thing you need is to wish it.” He put down the mug toturn the pages. “And sometimes, it’s not even needed.”

“A bit like in Radiant Garden, right?! Never mommawanted me!” Lea smiled.

“Who wouldn’t want you?” Isa asked, holding the otherbaby.

The little Roxas was waked up and he moved his handsin the blue thread. Isa rocked him slowly.

Lea approached Isa to steal him a soft kiss, pressinghis forehead against his. The hand not holding the baby caressing the cheekbefore he caressed Roxas’ tiny hairs. He really wanted that to be possible. Butwhy would it be?

How could they be Roxas and Xion?

“How could they be Roxas and Xion?” he asked to Ienzo.

“Roxas and Xion weren’t normal being. They were livingHearts. It’s highly possible that, when their bodies died, their Hearts wentsomewhere and waited a body to come back. You went to Circus Paradise so many timesthat the Stork delivery way was started and created babies for you. Or thatXion and Roxas managed to create it for both of you.”

“You think they are truly Roxas and Xion?” Lea asked.

“I think… it would be too strange if this was just acoincidence,” Ienzo replied.

Lea looked down to Xion in his arms. He wanted tobelieve it so hard but he didn’t want to hurt this baby if ever he awaited hisXion and she was different. He didn’t want to betray Xion memories if this babywasn’t the one he believed.

Same for Roxas, of course.

“I believe Ienzo, Lea,” Isa said. “Roxas and Xion’sHearts always echoed with you. They love you and you love them. They came backonce from somewhere they weren’t supposed to come back. They would be able tocome back a second time.”

He held the baby Roxas a bit tighter against hisHeart. The toddler let out a soft sound and his second tiny hand moved to hisHeart, as if he really attached importance to the beat he could hear there…

 Isa used his elbow to push the door of his house, hisHeart beating stupidly fast in his chest. He glanced at the baby in his lover’sarms.

“Xion, Roxas… you’re finally back home,” he muttered.

“I will never let them leave home!” Lea said, kissingXion’s little forehead.

She moved in her sleep and rolled against his chest.

Isa smiled tenderly but his dear soulmate wasn’t thatwrong. Lea had lost Roxas and Xion two times… The adage said never two withoutthree but he wouldn’t allow this third to happen!

He went in the living room with Lea and…

“SURPRISE!!!!”

Xion woke up immediately and cried. Roxas cried too.

“Hm… oops?” Hayner said.

“It was his idea!” Pence and Olette said, immediately,showing their dear friends.

“Ugh… thank you,” Hayner groaned. “Uh… SirBlue-Sinclair can you put down the weapon?”

Rocking Roxas with one arm, Isa was using the secondto brandish his Claymore. Hearing a sound he didn’t expect in his living roomwhere it shouldn’t have been one had called his defend mechanism…

But it was just the Twilight Gang.

“Who warned you?” Lea asked.

“Ienzo!” Pence replied.

“Of course Ienzo…” Lea smiled slightly. “I don’t evenknow why I didn’t think about it…”

Olette approached Isa to see Roxas in his arms. A quickglance let her be sure it was him. The eyes, the hairs… the little expressionon his round face as he saw her. Or maybe she just hoped he recognized her?

“Ah! Look at you Roxas. Now I’m your Auntie Olette!!As if you could escape our love!” she smiled.

“Auntie?” Lea asked, as he let Hayner have Xion.

His hands were ready to catch the baby if he had tobut Hayner could handle her easily. She was still slightly crying but as Leacaressed her hairs, she seemed to calm herself.

“Oh… uh, sorry…” she said.

“Yeah, you can be,” Lea replied. “It’s obvious you’retheir Godmother!! And Pence and Hayner are both their Godfather!”

Olette blinked but then smiled widely.

“I accept!!”

“Me too!!” Pence added.

“Yeah, wouldn’t pass it!!” Hayner finished with a bigsmile.

[theonetrueemo]

Answer all the cute ask questions

HHHHHHHH- THATS SO MANY

angel; do you have a nickname?

On here people just call me Alex but irl people call me Lily even though my name is Lilith

awe; how old are you?

13

baby; favorite color?

BLACK!....Purple....

bloop; spirit animal?

Wolf

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

Favorite movie is Freddy vs Jason, favorite book is Carry On by Rainbow Rowell, and favorite song is what ever I feel like at that moment.

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

A cute little pupper.

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

Idk......

bright; mermaids or fairies?

Fairies because unlike mermaids I think they do exist

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

@loved-and-i-lost-you @smol-satanist-666 @gay-leader @ihaveapizzzacollection @jokerstrueidentity

buttercup; showers or baths?

Baths but I never take them

butterfly; dream destination?

London

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

Uh??....

calm; favorite scent?

Haunted Castle look it up its amazing.

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

Martin Persner...........

charming; have you ever been in love?

@ihaveapizzzacollection

cozy; eye/hair color?

Eye color is blue and my hair is very dark brown. But I am gonna dye is in the near future

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

Like....in the day or?....Well midnight and or 1920s-1960s

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

I like buttercups a lot

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

Ghost merch

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

.....Ghost merch.....No seriously my favorite thing I own is my Freddy Krueger glove.

cutsie; what makes you happy?

.................

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

Never......

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

“That satanist girl obsessed with Multi”

daylight; favorite album of all time?

OPUS! EPONYMOUS!

dear; zodiac sign?

Aquarius....

delightful; concerts or museums?

Concerts. Museums are so silent....I hate it....

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

Yes many times.

dobby; dream job?

Artist or making all the gore in horror movies or working at a morgue....

doll; how do you like to dress?

Masculine

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

Yes everyday

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

No but I want multiple

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

Yeah duh. Watch Shane Dawson

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh- No...

fairy; do you have a pet?

I have 6. 5 cats 1 dog.

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

Ocean. For years I have wanted to be a Marine Biologist but I dont think it will work.

forever; where do you feel time stop?

What?.....

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

Idk....

garden; how many languages do you know?

6

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

@ anyone I talk to

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

Emo/goth/satanic

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

I like all asks

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

Shins, emo/goth, satanic, I am some what good at drawing and I think I am a kind person

heart; silk or lace?

Silk because A) It feels nice and B) Lace is see through so fuck that.

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

Tea. Hot tea once its made you take TWO table spoons of sugar mix it in and just a little bit of milk. Its perfect.

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

People watching, I’m an Aquarius.

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

Ghost, Otep, Slipknot, MCC, ect.

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

Rain. Thunder and lightning.

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

Literally nothing.

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

Giggle....

kinky; do you blush easily?

It depends....

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

Pick up lines!!!

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

Midnight or Dusk.

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

Ghost.

love; what is your favorite season and why?

Winter or Spring because its cold

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

I’ve never had a macaron......But I like vanilla ice cream.

magic; what are five flaws you have?

I could write a book so if I tried we would be here all day.

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

DARKS

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

Idk.....Loyalty is the most important thing to me.

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

At home on the couch with some Chinese food and a true crime show on netflix.

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

Reading fanfic about a ship I like.

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

Life sucks

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

Bake.

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

Better than other 13 year olds. I’m pretty proud of it actually.

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

I play the keyboard and a little guitar. I would like to take actual classes for the keyboard but we can’t all have what we want.

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

Listening to Ghost, screaming or just....crying....

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

BROCCOLI! EVERY KID HATES IT FOR SOME REASON BUT I’VE LOVED THAT SINCE I WAS 1

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

“Omega swallowed and Alpha fell on top of Omega and they fell asleep”

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

Idk.....

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

Idk....OH coming out to my family. It still feels like a dream....

shine; art or music?

DONT MAKE ME CHOOSE!!!

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

I have 6 what do you think.

smitten; do you collect anything?

Pop funkos...I have 23....

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

7 are on my bed but I never use them at all. My head is always on the mattress.

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

Anything really....

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

I have my iPad.

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

Fuck no. Actually I wear a Harry Potter ring.

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

Sunset!

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

Noise cancelling headphones.

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

(Just to be clear...I still like these shows to this day) Octonots or Wild Krats!!! I FUCKING LOVE THOSE SHOWS!!! I cried when Captain Barnacles from Octonots got stung my a jellyfish and he was in pain!! I love him *cries*

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

My room...its my room....

soothe; digital or vinyl?

Vinyl. Obviously. I may be 13 but I am an 80′s fan for life!

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

everyone.....

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

LOYALTY! I am a Slytherin so I am VERY loyal.

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

Idk...

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

Fuck no

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

Yes and No.

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

Tobias Forge, Martin Persner, Simon Soderberg, Per Errikkson, Justin Taylor. idk if I spelled Per’s name right......

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

I growl....

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

Loyal pet.

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

I was drawing a picture of Thomas in a restaurant and the waitress liked it.

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl. I have an owl. He doens’t come inside but we feed him. We named him....Dr. Who LOL

whiffle;  if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

Probably to turn invisible

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

Home

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

No

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

Messy but thats only because I never have time to clean up. I am a clean freak though.

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

I dislike it a lot and I plan to move to London when I am older. Fuck Florida.

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

No because nothing happens.

I HOPE THAT WAS IT! ~ A

[mountainmaven]

Books and Floral Teacups Aesthetic Tag

rules: bold all the aesthetics that you relate to, then describe your aesthetic

— side a - the city, glittering lights, yawning, skyscrapers, broken glass shards, street gangs, hip hop music, late night strolls, blinking stars, sleek cars, flickering neon signs, glittery earrings, small tattoos, empty subways, dark eyeshadow, snapping cameras, cozy apartments, fried churros, silver necklaces, dyed hair, ripped jeans, bright lipstick, dazzling smiles

— side b - the book nerd, large glasses, steaming hot chocolate, thick books, lofi music, hot pastries, soft smiles, large sweaters, quiet libraries, small flowers, melting candles, sweetened coffee, messy hair buns, soft pillows, fairy lights, vanilla scents

— side c - the stereotypical girl, soft pinks, mini skirts, crop tops, romantic fantasies, love songs, strawberry milkshakes, lipgloss, high ponytails, candy hearts, nail polish, starbucks coffee, clear skies, hoop earrings, excited ramblings, stuttering heartbeats, rose bouquets, soft blushes

— side d - the stereotypical boy, arcade games, graphic t-shirts, baseball caps, chocolate milkshakes, messy rooms, acoustic guitars, chocolate chip cookies, multi-colored bruises, rap music, nightly escapades, stolen glances, pencil-drumming, chocolate milk boxes, low hums

— side e - the nature hippie, mini plants, cloud-watching, star gazing, damp forests, sandy beaches, ocean waves, wildflowers, hiking, iced lemon tea, gardening, hippie music, buttered toast, birds chirping, multi-colored leaves, evening sunlight, fruit cups, sundresses

— side f - the rebel, cherry lollipops, devil hand signs, grape flavored bubble gum, rock music, killer boots, dark make-up, horror movies, denim jackets, switchblades, handguns, stargazing on rooftops, glowing cigarettes, large headphones, skull rings, converse shoes, graffiti murals, glowing moonlight, rose thorns, fishnet stockings

— side g - the winter, busy cafes, oversized hoodies, drizzling rain, small snowflakes, marshmallows in hot chocolate, loose hair, sad music, reading a book, blanket forts, frozen lakes, crackling fireplaces, old movies

— side h - the summer, tank tops, lemonade, sunny days, dripping popsicles, short haircuts, tinted sunglasses, cotton candy, amusement parks, traveling, blasting music on the car radio, wagging dog tails, large sunflowers, snow cones

— side i - the autumn, pumpkin lattes, warm bakeries, warm colors, hair braids, soft sweaters, colorful leaves, purring cats, dark chocolate bars, romance movies, soft music, zentangling, vintage cameras

— side j - the spring, floral scents, peach tea, mint shampoo, tinkling laughter, video cassettes, colorful paintings, excited smiles, lollipop sticks, blooming flowers, melting snow, action movies, singing in the shower

— my aesthetic - forests, mountains, flowers, meadows, art museums, tiaras, royals, hard cover books, journals, planners, historical buildings and landmarks, castles, manners, bridges, fairies, woodland creatures, classic cars, record players, violin and other stringed instruments

[lap-of-the-gods]

who would you rather- with the borhap cast

@frcddiesmercury i love doing these i cannot thank you enough buttercup pls tag me all the time💕

1. Who would you go to a karaoke bar with?

Rami for sure, like i have to get super drunk to be brave enough to sing in front of people and i feel like we’d both strut around being freddie for several songs and have a laugh

2. Who would you go on a road trip with?

honestly i think Gwil would be down for some chill sightseeing and going to castles and stuff bc i hate travelling in cars and he just strikes me as calm enough to balance out my weirdness ab them

3. Who would you attend a sports game with?

i literally want nothing more in the world than to go to a baseball game w joe mazzello. matching jerseys and everything. i’d probably spend the entire time telling him that rounders is technically better bc it gave birth to baseball and he’d spend the whole time vehemently denying it and whether our team wins or loses we go for ice cream after and life would be good and now i’m sad it’s not real lol

4. Who would you go shopping with?

my wife lucy boynton obviously. she is stylish and girl would absolutely tHRIVE in the vintage shops down the brighton laines okay? we’d pick out whole outfits for each other and take artsy ig photos because reasons

5. Who would you binge watch shows with?

hmmm who exists purely in soft cuddly sweaters??? benjamin. 1000% blankets and cushions would be made into a nest that would only be escaped for snacks. plot is debated and characters are shouted at, tears are probably shed bc i am an emotional bitch but it’s ok bc cuddles lol this concept makes me soft

6. Who would you want to attend a party with?

ideally whichever party it is they would all be there but if i’m only picking one it’s gotta be my boy joe. he just knows how to have fun and where and with who and can you imagine the photos? pure class lol

7. Who would you go to for advice?

rami is an old soul okay? he just knows things. he strikes me as a good listener but also like he wouldn’t take any shit? he’ll tell u if you’re being dramatic or overreacting but he’ll also be honest if you’re well within ur rights to be mad. point is we all need a rami in our lives

8. Who would you want to go clubbing with?

GWILYM there is no doubt in my mind that this guy knows where the best places are. nights out with him would be the most fun and also the most messy and that’s always the best kind bc they make great stories (even tho no one can really remember a thing and ur just going off blurry pictures)

9. Who would you take with you into a haunted house?

def ben tho. i would absolutely make him go first bc boy’s broad and therefore i can hide behind him easily (ik he’s also not the tallest but i myself am Not Tall so there’s no ish). i feel like he’s probably the least likely to laugh @ me being scared even tho i’ve worked in a haunted house lol

10. Who would you want to watch a scary movie with?

ummm ideally there would be no scary movie watching ever in my life bc i hate them but probably lucy? like if i get rly scared she’ll let me braid her hair or something to distract me or we’ll take stupid snapchat selfies w filters or something uggggh she makes me emotional i can’t deal

tagging my lovely humans who have yet to complain ab me always tagging them in these and also some new faces @tapetayloe @24karat-gold @joerassikpark @rrogertaylorr @hellolitty @fortuneboldlyfavors @sail-away-sweet-sister @preciousbarakat (literally pls just tell me if i’m annoying u and i’ll stop❤️)

[angst-in-space]

voltron fic recs april 2018

fics added to my fic rec masterlist in april 2018. check out the link to the masterlist to see all my previous fic recs! happy reading ✨

To Dance Till Dawning || PunJedi || Keith/Lance || T+ || 79.5k || chs. 3/3 (complete)

"If it wasn’t for the goddamned rabbit, Lance wouldn’t be in this mess."

Somehow on a detour to a date, Lance manages to get himself embroiled in a war that ended millennia ago, a shady sickness plaguing the Kingdom of Altea, and one very disagreeable, very emo púca. He really, really should've stayed home.

"Keith had screwed up. Royally screwed up. Zarkon plus Haggar plus Lotor plus Alfor plus Allura level of royally screwing up."

Somehow, out for a run in the forest, Keith manages to find himself involved with a kingdom that wanted nothing to do with him, the ghosts of his past, and one incredibly annoying, incredibly talkative selkie. He wished he had stayed under his rock.

my notes: this fic really blew me away, and honestly i'm shocked it doesn't seem to be that well-known...y'all please shower this fic with kudos or i stg. but in all seriousness, this is a really brilliant au. it's a faerie au which is something i don't think i've read before––i was so excited to hear about it and it exceeded my (already very high) expectations. the world-building is incredible, the characterization is perfect, the plot is so engrossing, all the friendships/relationships are developed so well and the klance is so sweet. i recommend this one so highly omg.

follow your heart (and follow my lead) || loulola || Keith/Lance || T+ || 43.4k || chs. 3/5 (incomplete)

It takes winning a gold medal at the Olympics for Keith to realize that he’s reached an impasse in his life. His career as center position for Team Canada’s olympic ice hockey team is flourishing- there’s a gold medal in his hand, after all. But the medal, a coveted achievement, hangs heavy in his hand, dead weight dragging him down. It brings him no satisfaction. He’s... stuck.

Then he meets Lance McClain, Team Canada's best shot at a gold medal in olympic figure skating. It's no secret that Lance is talented, and he captivates everyone on and off of the ice- Keith included. And it's Lance who convinces Keith to take the biggest risk of life: leave ice hockey to pursue figure skating, with Lance as his guide and partner. 

No one said it would be easy.

my notes: Olympic au where Keith is a hockey player and Lance is a figure skater but then Lance convinces Keith to give up hockey for figure skating. Really nicely written, wonderful characterization, and the Klance in it is really sweet. It's just such a fun fic!

it’s you that’s haunting me || perfchan || Keith/Lance || T+ || 37.4k || chs. 6/6 (complete)

Keith is a loner; his interactions with others tend toward clumsy or strained, but he has a persistent enthusiasm for the paranormal. Lance is a recent college grad; caught up in his day-to-day, he wouldn’t call himself unhappy, but suddenly feels that his life lacks direction. When Lance is introduced to Keith’s ghost hunting videos, his interest is piqued and he can’t help but want to tag along. Initially opposed, Keith soon finds himself warming to the company of the living.

A little tongue-in-cheek, a little cliché, and a little bit of a slow burn. A not-too-serious ghost hunting AU.

my notes: i love ghosts/ghost hunting so i was so excited for this and it definitely lived up to my expectations! this was genuinely spooky and a lot of care/detail went into all the haunted settings. plus the klance dynamic in it is perfect, and their banter is so well-written and funny it had me laughing out loud. but they're also so sweet and caring with each other, too. all-around just super fun to read.

All The Way Down || speaks || Keith/Lance || T+ || 39.4k || chs. 1/1 (complete)

“You make it sound like we’re going into battle,” Hunk laughed worriedly on Lance’s other side. “I thought this was like, some kind of carnival.”

A chortle bubbled of out Coran’s throat as he slapped his side in amusement. “Some kind of carnival, he says! What an understatement! Allura, I think it’s high time to show the paladins precisely how and where we’re going to be spending the next three days. After you, Princess.”

A happy, childlike grin rapidly overtook Allura’s regal professionalism, and then a brilliant chink of light shone into the castle hall as she opened the front doors to the mountain they’d landed on twenty minutes ago.

Lance went slack-jawed as his eyes adjusted to the white-blue light of Krossin’s distant neutron star, and he almost stumbled as he and the other paladins followed Allura and Coran out onto the grass to take in the view laid out before them.

This place was a utopia.

my notes: at first glance this sounds like just a fun little "oh the team goes on some trip to a space carnival and wacky shenanigans ensue" but trust me it's much more than that. yes, there are plenty of wacky shenanigans, but also this is quite the emotional rollercoaster (pun intended). the setting, first of all, is super detailed and vivid and so creative. but also the characterization is fantastic and the klance is so well done. (side note: if you like pining lance then man....you gotta read this one.) i actually teared up a couple times reading this. trust me, it's that good.

I know nothing else, I know only this || laallomri || Keith/Lance || T+ || 28k || chs. 1/1 (complete)

“I feel like I’m in a bad teen movie,” Keith says as they creep down the hallway of the base.

“Well, we are sneaking out,” Lance says, “and we’re lying about where you’re gonna be the next few hours. If we really wanted to be accurate I’d have thrown pebbles at your window and you’d have climbed down a tree.”

He’s walking a little ahead of Keith, so he glances back at him, frowning. “If Kolivan’s in charge of the base, does this make him your dad in this scenario?”

“I think he’s too old for that,” Keith says. They round a corner, tiptoe down another hallway. “Maybe he’s the grandpa.”

In which Keith finds time in the midst of defending the universe to live out some of the tropes of a corny teenage romance.

my notes: this fic was so cute and made me smile so much! the humor in it was great and it made me laugh a bunch of times, but also keith and lance are so sweet and earnest with each other in it. also just wanna say hunk is characterized super well in this and there's really great hunk & keith friendship moments as well. 

(Don’t) Ghost me || spiritcrimson || Keith/Lance || G || 3.1k || chs. 1/1 (complete)

Here’s the thing: Lance is used to rejection. He’s been rejected plenty, and sure, it stings for a while, but then it fades, and he’s back in the game. Namely, back to swiping through people on Tinder.

But when Lance runs into the guy who ghosted him, and he's been moping over ever since, randomly, at a cafe they were supposed to go to for their date, he realizes the Universe is either sending him a sign, or just mocking him. Knowing Lance's luck, it's probably both.

my notes: binch i love rom-com/meet-cute scenarios so i loved the premise of this and it was so good! keith and lance are both so in-character and adorably/realistically awkward. 

say my name (and every color illuminates) || Talking_Bird || Keith/Lance || T+ || 27.8k || chs. 1/1 (complete)

Lance never thought he had a soulmate, but when he finds himself dreaming about a boy on Varadero Beach and in a southwestern desert, he learns they have an incredibly rare soul link–-one that allows them to form an unusually strong bond before they meet, but also exposes their greatest vulnerabilities to each other.

my notes: man, how do i even begin to describe how much i love this fic? it's seriously one of the most beautiful fanfics i've ever read. it's really soft and atmospheric, but it also packs a huge emotional punch. i'm telling you ... it takes a lot to make me cry, but there were several (several!) points in this fic where i literally could not read through the tears streaming from my eyes (some happy tears, some sad tears). what can i say? jessie is a genius and she has absolutely blown me away once again. you gotta read this one because it's absolutely stunning.

my own fics that updated this month:

red skies || Keith/Lance || T+ || 39.1k || chs. 4/?? (incomplete)

Lance doesn't know where he comes from––only that he was found in a forest on a distant planet when he was an infant, with no sign of his origin except a blue talisman around his neck. Nowadays he's content to travel the universe with his best friend Hunk, scavenging and selling goods. But that all changes when a girl named Pidge hitches a ride with them, and in the same day the trio finds a crashed ship carrying nothing but a boy with no memory of who he is ... and a red talisman that matches Lance's.

previously recommended fics // my fics 

[czeriahshiptank]

Missed connection

Ok, so I started writing this during the Zelink month last August, but we lost my aunt and life in general caught up with me. I've been stranded home with the chicken pox for the last week and a half, so I finally had time so stop and finish this.

Needless to say that it wasn't how I had imagined writing this particular piece, but it kinda got away from me, and I now think that it's probably my best one so far. I really like it...

It take place in a Hyrule after BOTW, with some weird spirits tracks elements, imagine just a BOTW Hyrule but where the technology had evolved again after the game, kinda modern time Hyrule. I might have a few headcanon going on in there, I hope I doesn't bother anybody.

I listened to this Youtube channel during the writing (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHW1oY26kxQ) and I think it grasp a lots of the general atmosphere I tried to convey, so don't hesitate to give it an ear during your reading.

As always, English is not my first language, so I apologize for any awful mistake I might have left, I've reread that a hundred time already and I can't see anything anymore...xD

Happy new year to everybody, and have a good read ! I hope to read in the comments your thoughts about this ^^

Note : cross posted on my own account on AO3.

That year, as it happen sometime, autumn arrived on a crisp summer night. One hour the air was heavy with warmth and sweetness and the next was ice cold and filled with the bittersweet taste of the end of something.

Weather in Hyrule was often like that, mostly on the far sides of the kingdom. The plain around the castle always seemed to have her own micro climate of soft breeze, shy sun and eventual rain, meanwhile the outskirt could go from year long frigid air of the Snowpeak, to the desertic warmth of the Gerudo valley.

But nothing ever felt like home to Link like the crisp and cold air of the Akkalan plains, so close in shape as the rest of the grand plateau but as if engulfed in a perpetual autumn late afternoon.

As much as he loved his job as Hyrule Train Track employee, he enjoyed it most when he was assigned here, in the Akkalan station. Most of his coworker were assigned to a certain place in particular and stayed there, or enjoyed running the trains all over the country while always going back home at the end of the day. Link wasn’t like that. He was a floater. They were only a handful of employee like him, never assigned to a task in particular, always changing affectation.

He hated staying in one place for too long, but he had to admit that this station near the University was his favorite one.

If you asked him, he would tell you it was because of the bright colors the tree leaves seemed to have all year long, from bright greens to dark reds. the low light of the sun on the long meadow, never high enough to make you feel like it was summer, but giving this eerie feeling of late autumn to the area all year long. He would tell you about the crisp air of the wind, sometime hot when it came down from the Eldin volcano, sometime full of salt when the sea would bring rain.

However, he would probably never tell you about his main reason to like the place.

In the very north-east of the province, you could find an old scientific facility. It was said that this place had been crucial in the defeat of the calamity, but that was hundreds of years ago and mostly history lovers would talk to you about that. It was only an hour away from Tarrey town, the capital of the region.

The place had probably changed a lot since that time. It was said that the only remaining piece was the giant telescope on top of it. The building was now surrounded by houses and smaller labs as well as the biggest university of the land.

The school was well loved by his students, as much for the history surrounding it that for the serenity that came with the area. It has a couple of coffee shop, the biggest library outside of Castle town and the kind of atmosphere you only see in movies, where everybody likes to study and all is good in the world. Like a Yuletide tale where the heroine find love at the end of the story.

Zelda kinda felt like she was the heroine of a bad movie like that, and if you asked her, she would tell you that she might have preferred not missing her last train home. But of course she had. Her last class of the semester had run late, the professor had gone on and on about the schism between the Sheikah and the Yiga, from all those centuries ago, and how it was believed that the royal family of that time hadn’t really made a good decision in making the Sheikah destroy all their technology. Zelda actually agreed with him, who knows how would be the scientific global knowledge if her ancestors hasn’t been so stupid. But as interesting that lecture had been, it had extended the lesson by a good thirty minutes and as a result made her missed the connection to the central tower which was the only way for her to go back home on time. She would have to wait for the 6.45 train on the next day and of course, had no way to go back to her small appartement in the campus since everything was closed for the Yule season.

She took in a long, meant to be calming, breath.

Part of her had always loved train station. Particularly this one. It wasn’t the huge ones you could find in big cities, engulfed in a shell of metal and glass. As claustrophobic in their metallic skull and ambient madness than liberating as the new travel prospect they announced. They always smelled like the end of something and the beginning of everything. The crowd and the noise, so overwhelming you just wanted to fall into the first train possible without knowing where it could take you, just hoping it would be an adventure..

The Akkala Faculty station was not like that. The station was situated just before Tarrey Town, which was the last of this line. It was composed of four docks, next to each other, and a small building to buy tickets and be safe from the weather.

It wasn’t in the middle of the city but slightly on the outskirt, just at the verge of the forest. If you squint along the east of the tracks, you could even see the ocean not so far away. It was always breezy, mostly in the evening, and most often misty in the morning. It has the kind of atmosphere you imagine when someone tells you a fairy tale filled with magic and weird places, the kind that gives you the chills and make you dream of sorceress and mighty heroes. The kind you see in these movies, where the two lost lovers meet and fall in love right next to the tracks before each leaving in a different trains.

Train station always made her think of sad love stories. Like the ones of the heroes of old, and the princesses also named Zelda. The ones where the princess send back her hero back in time to let him live his life, the one where he decide to leave all by himself, the ones where he died in her arms, and all she could do was to hope than in her next life they would finally be happy.

They're haven't been a hero for so many years, and even if the Royal Family kept the habit of calling their first born daughters Zelda, most of the links she met were the ones made on the Sheikahnet. Ganon, or the calamity, was just a memory, kept alive by Historian and old fear that it could always come back, but never really sure if it was a legend or reality.

She breathed out.

The sun was slowly going down, and there was no use staying outside now. No magic train would come and pick her up. She could only wait for the morrow. At least she had taken a couple of books with her.

Link loved reading strange stories on the Sheikahnet. Tales of liminal space, moments and places in time that did not really exist, but were there anyway. Feeling that anything could happen if you were attentive enough of your surrounding.

Like sometime in the morning, when from the corner of your eyes you could glimpse a fairy. Nobody ever believed him when he mentioned it as a kid, so he stop speaking about it, but it happened. A small light that would float on the verge of his consciousness when the light were low and the mist so thick you could cut it with a knife. He sometime dreamt about a moon about to fall, about great battles that happened here and somewhere else. Of big birds, one as red as the fire of Eldin, and another bluer than the sky above. He dreamt about fairies and princesses, sometime brunet, sometime as blond as the wheat he could see from the train windows. Sometime he dreamt he was dying, other time he dreamt that she was.

Most time he just dreamt of her. She was always the same even if she never bore the same face, and he was always himself even when he wasn’t.

He never talk to anyone about these dreams.

He loved the Akkala Faculty station most of all the places he knew. The weird feeling like he could meet anything, anybody from anywhere. Although at night, like right now, most of the time it was empty.

He hadn’t expected to see someone, let alone a girl, sitting on the bench inside the station, but here she was anyway. Long blond hair, falling on her laps, even as she put them back behind her long and fine hylian ears. She was reading a book and in the silence of the place he could hear a slow music being hummed. A lullaby of sort, one he had never heard before but was strangely familiar anyway.

She was familiar in that way strangers sometimes were, as if he had met her in another life, and maybe he had. He dreamt of strange life so often that he wouldn’t be surprised, and after all, he might have seen her on another day, in a train. She was familiar because somehow, he knew who she was, he had seen her, who hadn't? She was the crown princess after all, he recognized her. Everybody knew she was studying here. But he knew her, not in a gossipy way, just a true as saying he knew the grass was green or the sky was blue. He just knew….

“Excuse me miss, are you waiting on a train ? There isn’t another one before tomorrow…”

She hadn’t expected anyone to be there. The place was so small and quiet, she had never realized how much she had needed the calm before staying there for the last hour, alone with her book and the slow sound of the light rain falling on the glass ceiling of the station. His voice made her jump slightly, all taken as she had been by the story within the page of her novel, she hadn’t heard him coming closer. He was wearing the uniform of the Train Tracks, a green tunic, with golden boutons. A nice green cap over dirty blond hair and big blue eyes who were looking at her with a bit of worry.

“Yes, I know, I missed my last one and can’t go home because of the holiday. I was hoping of staying here for the night, is that a problem ? I can leave…” Now that he was closer, she could read his name embroidered in gold lettering.“...Link?”

The name was strangely familiar on her lips. And after all, it was. She study history after all, and if one name came back as often as her own, it was this one. It was quite a strange name to wear nowadays, less and less people named their sons after the heroes of old. Too much to bear, too dangerous, if the calamity was to come back, and their son was the one to go ? She could understand the predicament. After all, she herself was the most likely Zelda to be called upon if anything like that were to happen.

“Oh, no, don’t worry miss, you can stay.”

His voice was soft, almost inaudible. She had read that a lot of the heroes had been shy, silent, some says that a few were completely mute. She wondered if all the Link in the country were like the first one, if the name was implicitly making them take certain character. A name is a heavy burden to carry, one that most parent didn't really realize.

She looked at him and everything inside her was yelling that she knew him, but no word would come out of her mouth, his eyes were full of recognition and the fear was restraining her heart. The silence stretched for what seemed like years, when finally her throat allowed for the sound of her hope and fear to come out.

“Do I know you ?”

Could she know him? Yes she could, as true as he knew her without having a clue on how he did. He wanted to touch her, to feel the soft skin of her hand like all the other time he had met her. Sometime with a glove, sometime with fur. He knew her in a way he couldn’t understand.

His voice was silent in the back of his throat, memories of dreams too real, and realities that couldn't have been anything else but dreams. In this place where everything could happen, he had met her, and somehow, something in him told him it was impossible.

But here she was, Zelda, his princess, his everything in so many lives. It was unlikely, said the voice inside his head, that they somehow manage to meet for once without the hovering of an horrible future. But maybe it had happen, maybe this time they could just be themselves without the fear of imminent death and unshakable duty…

Maybe it was just a flicker of his imagination, maybe it was just him who felt the overwhelming need to wrap her in an embrace and never let her go. He wanted to say something, anything, try to make her feel what he felt…

“I think you do.”

They looked at each other for what felt entire lifetimes. All the one they could  never be together, and some of the one where they were. They say that some kind of love transcend life time and maybe theirs is one of them.

One of Zelda favorite story was the one of the creation of this land. Strangely enough, it arrived almost unscathed to them when so many others were just like tree leaves, scattered to the wind, never to be heard again. It was said that it was the will of the goddess that her soul be reborn in a human girl, and her hero soul to follow hers until the end of time. And maybe it was what that was. She for sure wasn't feeling really goddess like right now, but the rythme of her heart was telling her that it was him.

Some things are just too hard to ignore, and the attraction she felt for this boy, no older than her, was unprecedented. Before that, she realized, she had been mostly going through her life like a lifeless puppet. Or maybe the goddess had just made everything happening to make their encounter possible.

Her mind was filled with so many memories that weren’t her own, it was almost hard to keep up. All the faces of the same man, so different were suddenly juxtaposing on the face of the one in front of her. That’s how she realized.

“Do you...want to have a coffee ? I think we both need a hot drink…”

The eyes and the voice, they had always been the same.

They ended up in the all night coffee shop next to the station. The place was about as empty as it could be, a few patrons here and there and a waitress who would have prefer another shift. The music was soft, the booth comfortable. Their hands were joined in the middle of the table and their hot coco discarded on the far side of the table for the last ten minutes. If you looked carefully, you could see the soft curl of three triangles softly shining on the back of their hands, another proof of what was happening, but too taken they were with each others presence, neither of them seemed to acknowledge their presence.

They had talk about their lives, how for all this time it has felt like something was missing. For the first time Link told someone about his dreams, and Zelda about her own. They spoke endlessly about their families their works, the school. How freeing conducting a train was, and how much a single jar could teach you about your own civilisation.

It felt like no time at all had pass when Zelda realized the first ray of light had started to appear by the large window of the shop. The clock was announcing 6 o’clock, and it was almost time for her to catch her train. They had taken the time to exchange slate number, and as Zelda was dragging him to watch the sunrise on the tracks, the incomprehensible need to tell him she loves him was overwhelming.

How could she just say that to someone she barely knew, if her mother were here she would probably scold her like the teenager she acted like. But when her eyes fell once again into his, it was like the whole world was lit on fire.

She didn’t know him, yet, but her soul did. And if you can’t trust the very soul of the goddess to find true love, then who could you trust ?

She was surrounded by light and Link had never seen anything as beautiful as her right now. The whole evening was surrealist, but even him couldn’t have invented a plot like that for a dream he hasn’t been asleep to have. For all time, the mere concept of Soulmate has seemed somewhat preposterous to him. Not something someone like him could ever hope to have. Even with the dreams. So many of them finished with despair and sadness that he never thought that he would meet her, and live to tell the tale, even less enjoy her mere presence, here, in his favorite place of the world, with her in his arms.

But here she was, and together they were.

Well, she had to leave soon enough, but they knew the real them now, and texting was a thing they could do. Meet up somewhere else and get to know the them from this lifetime, after getting to know all the them from before. They could go on dates, learn to love each other, and spend the rest of their life, knowing that they would never be truly ever appart for long.

Maybe the next one won’t be as nice and peaceful as this one was about to be, but he knew they would be together.

Finally the train arrived, he listened to the sound of the wheels, grinding against the tracks, smelled the smoke of the chimney concealing them from the crowd starting to mass around them. Even now, they felt alone, just the two of them. Neither of them could say which one went for it first, but when their lips met, if was like a hello and a goodbye. The happiness of the start, followed by the bittersweetness of the separation.

It was a promise of more to come.

The ring of the train called them back to reality and Link dutifully brought them to her wagon, helping her with her luggage before dropping a last short kiss on her lips, followed by one on her hands.

“Your highness, I’ll text you when I arrived in Castle Town on the weekend.”

She could feel the blush on her cheeks, she curtsied.

“I’ll be waiting” she paused and winked at him, “Even if I sure hope you will text me sooner.”

He smiled at her and she swear it could have eclipsed the sun.

He watched as the train left the station, too slowly and too quick at the same time. Once it had disappeared, his gaze got lost in the forest surrounding the area. The leaves, as green as her eyes, and red like the blush the hard wind had left on her cheeks.

Yes, Akkala University Station was definitely his favorite assignation.

[insomniac-dot-ink]

The Art Student and the Angel Wings

genre: urban fantasy, angels/demons, wlw

Words: 4k

Summary: Marnie is an art student just trying to finish her final exhibit, the angel in the corner is a model trying to sit for a mural.

Marnie was always told by her mother: ‘if you see an angel-born, walk the other direction.’ She is suddenly not entirely sure what to do with that

Marnie feels her jaw clench as she stands up, her muscles send a twang of pain from her lower back and she’s pretty sure she’s going to need a cane by the time she’s 30 at this rate. She reaches for the ceiling and stretches, letting out a low grunt as her joints pop and she tries to recover her sense of time and space.

She wiggles her toes in the sand and takes a deep breath, it smells like paints, cleaning supplies, and sweat. Some of which might just be her own, she checks her watch and then glances back at the place she left her good heels.

She checks her watch again.

The fluorescent lights of the studio buzz overhead and her head spins slightly as she wobbles in a circle, she tries to remember if she ate breakfast that morning. Then she remembers it’s installation day, she never eats breakfast on installation day.

She averts her eyes as a tall woman in jet black stilettos and a pile of stark white hair piled high on top of her head starts clicking her way over. Marnie tries not to make eye contact with the stilettos either.

She focuses on evening out the sides of her sand castle again and keeping her head down.

“Marnie Ruoqi?”

“Shit,” she says it under her breath before turning around. She takes a deep breath and starts wiping her hands off, “yes?” Her professor arches one stark white eyebrow, “are you finished?” Marnie gives a creaking smile, “I’m just waiting for a few of the shells?” She poses it like a question she didn’t want to answer.

“How many?” Marnie shrinks a little farther down, “all of them?”

Her professor tuts, “is someone bringing them or are we opening this year with an exhibit unfinished. Again.” Marnie purses her lips, “my friend is bringing them, he’ll be here any second.” Professor Stevens just shakes her head, “go help your classmates until then. I don’t want you overworking this piece right now.” Marnie opens her mouth to say that the piece was meant to be interactive and overworked, but she shuts it again. “Yes professor.” Professor Stevens was already turning and clicking away as she muttered down at her clipboard. It was going to be a long installation day. Marnie looks up see one of the museum studies majors give her a sad look, she makes a face at them.

“Do you need help with those lights?” She calls over as she sees her friend balancing on a ladder by a large window, Marnie runs off in her direction. She doesn’t bother to put her good heels back on, the bags under everyone’s eyes tells her no one’s going to say anything.

There were lights to hang, paint to splatter, and random student’s pottery to help shatter (in the name of modern art of course). Marnie only pauses when she’s halfway to the corner.

She’s mid-step when she sees a bright white splash of color in the corner, white like pristine beaches or newly unwrapped printer paper, white like blazing stars in the sky and newly minted kitchen counters.

She watches the soft light movements of white against gray. She pauses.

Something was in the corner.

She turns her head slightly, trying to catch the whole thing without directly looking at it. Joey Kingsley was facing a giant wall and taking bold, uneven brushstrokes. It was the image of a partially-nude angel with her wings burning up.

In her very ill-kept opinion it was a tacky and ill-thought out piece to begin with, but Marnie hadn’t realized he’d gotten a live model.

Her eyebrows raise as she sees a girl with fluttering white wings propped up stiffly in the corner, she was looking at her phone. She had cascading sandy hair, sun-kissed skin, and wings twice the size of her body spread out against the wall.

Joey was trying to capture her huge, snowy-white wings at the moment with sweat gathering at his brow as he tried to fill in the light, etched feathers one at a time. The girl looked engrossed on facebook or something.

Marnie’s mouth was open, she hadn’t seen an angel-born since grade school and that one had been mostly clothed. Her mother had told her to swerve far far away from it.

She looks away and starts walking the other direction, “wait,” a voice calls after her, “wait,  Marnie, get the lights.” She was still walking.

“Marnie, I’m about to drop them, whoa, ack.” She squeezes her eyes shut before she forces herself to turn on her heels and make it to the corner, catching a string of lights in her hands as a bunch toppled from her friend's grip. “Dammit, Willa.” She says sordidly, “careful.”

She holds the string of Christmas lights up and feels something prickling under her skin off to her right.

Willa arches her eyebrows, “hey, I helped you that one day you needed sand blasted out of your nooks and crann-” “Yes,” she says shrilly, face heating up as she tries not to turn her head right, “yes. That’s right. And thank you.”

“Uh,” Willa looks her over.

“Happy to help,” her voice cracks on the word ‘help’ and Willa’s sharp eyes glance over to her, and then towards Marnie’s stiff stance and partially turned-away body. Willa looks at her again, and then she looks towards the corner. “Ah,” her mouth makes a perfect little ‘o.’ “I see.”

“Let’s get these lights hung up,” Marnie says, she already knew her face was flushing a shiny red color.

Willa cocks her head to the side and mouths something, ‘when’s the last time you went out?’

Marnie just shakes her head emphatically, ‘not interested,’ she mouths back.

Willa whips around quickly anyway.

“Hey Joey,” Willa says instead before looking back to Marnie as she mouths ‘no.’ “You need any help with your exhibit? We only have a few hours left.” Marnie glances over her shoulder just as the angel-born and Joey turn together in one fluid motion towards them, Marnie doesn’t so much as peep- at least on the outside. Joey raises his eyebrows, “what kind of help?”

The angel-born flaps her wings gently, “I could use a coffee.” Joey sniffs, “she could use a coffee.” He surveys the both of them, “and I could use a tea actually. Green tea, light ice.” Marnie’s mouth was open, “but, uh, I have shells coming in a second.” She tries to explain between her own knotted anger and dumbstruck fluttering in her gut. She hadn’t looked directly at her yet.

“How soon?” Willa asks with her eyebrows up.

Marnie gulps, “couple minutes?” Or so. Or soon. Or hopefully within the hour.

Willa pushes on her shoulder playfully, “it’s just right downstairs, help the good man out.” Joey wasn’t looking at them and Marnie has a twitch in her left eye. She clenches her teeth and turns, she could still run. She tells herself she can still run, and then she tells herself to get a grip.

She wasn’t a Speaker anymore than her grandma had been. That time was over, angel-born lived among them now, and this one was looking loosely at her with the expression of a mildly intrigued office secretary. Her eyes were pale, gleaming almost, and focused on all things like sharp laser pointers.

She moved one brazen finger, “come here.” Marnie’s eyes go huge and she feels a shiver through her system, “here, here?” She could almost see the angel-born make a face at her, “like, at least a foot closer. I’m saving my voice.” “Oh,” she inches forward, making sure not to appear like a bigot that just was too freaked to get close to her.

“What would you like?” She tries to form a smile out of muscle and bones, the girl only had on a thin piece of silk twisted around her and tastefully hanging off her shoulder. It barely covered her chest and almost none of her legs except for the things that turned movies into R-rated.

The woman sniffs loudly before cocking her head to the side, “frappe latte, no whip, extra shot of espresso.” Marnie licks her dry lips and nods slightly, “cool.”

She turns stiffly, facing the other direction as quickly as possible, Marnie didn’t believe in prophecies or tinglings in her spine or any type of star-alignments. But she did have a good memory and this all felt strangely familiar.

She takes a couple hobbling steps forward, “be right back.” “Wait.” Marnie freezes like her blood might explode in her veins, she did know this feeling. Concrete or lead strings felt like they were holding her in place.

She turns her head slightly, her smile wavering, “yes?” The woman tilts her head up, “I change my mind, with whip actually.” “Uuh,” she blinks a couple times, “okay.”

She’s fast-walking now, her entire body tingling from head to toe and something fitful stirring deep inside. She remembered words from the old church she went to before they moved: Speakers, Conduits between the heavens and the earth.

She shakes her head and starts running, manners and PCness be damned, she nearly skids out the room like her feet are on fire. She dashes down the exhibit stares and out into the brisk afternoon air with her heart racing.

She leans over with her hands on her knees outside and breathes heavily.

“Come on Marnie,” she wipes her brow, “get a hold of it,” she mutters to herself. It was just another partially nude girl, she had done figure drawing class and her gay ass had gotten through that one brush stroke at a time.

But her mother had never told her to avoid models in the streets.

She forces herself to get in line for an iced green tea and frappe latte, she reminds herself that she’s not a speaker and no one had been in her family for a very long time. She gets to the counter and mumbles some sort of coffee order just as her thoughts drizzle and morph together like storm clouds.

She spaces out for another five minutes, her mother’s voice filling her thoughts like a scent. Walk the other way sweetie.

She’s picking up both drinks when she sees a car against the side street, “Jinu!” She calls out as she sees a young man carrying two boxes full of shells out. “Hell yeah.” She starts running, his expression shifts as Marnie runs out of the cafe and he holds up both items, “Marnie, you crazy bastard, you need to actually lock your doors next time.” She grins and waves both drinks in the air, “how would I get my last minute items for an assignment then?” He shakes his head, “just show me the sand castle before I buy you another lock.” “I wouldn’t use it.” He heaves a giant sigh, “Ah, I know.” “Okay, but hurry, I also gotta get these drinks to people,” she blows a stray piece of hair out of her face, “don’t ask.”

Jinu looks her up and down, “did you get downgraded to ‘intern’ when I was gone?” She groans and turns to climb the stairs, “I’d settle for downgraded to ‘alive’ by the end of this.” “Understood,” he follows her up the two stories as they trade stories of how many paint brushes they’ve lost in the last month alone. “14,” he says with an empty look to his face.

“17.” He raises his eyebrows, “21 then.” She winks, “69.” “420,” they fistbump, or attempt to with things in their hands, and duck back into the art studio.

She hears people calling her name again when she enters and she hurries over to start molding her sand castle again, “wait,” Jinu runs after her, shells in hand, “where do you want these?” “Throw them on,” she says breathlessly, “anywhere, that’s the point.”

Jinu shakes his head at her and Marnie darts over to find the corner-dwellers and bad art decisions still crowded together, Willa is grinning at her nearby.

“I hate you,” she hisses as she passes.

“Love is like that, yeah,” she whispers back and Marnie just squints a look at her.

“We’ll have words after this,” she keeps walking, “starting with ‘terrible wingman’.” “Or best!” Willa yells after her just as she hears someone clear their voice.

“Is that my frappe?” Marnie straightens up and turns her head creakily toward the source of the voice, she feels the same electric tingle through her system. Something was going on. She very much couldn’t deny that at this point.

“Tea,” Joey snaps his fingers without looking over, “tea me. Please.” Tea bag him more like, amirite, amiright? She could hear Jinu’s voice in her head saying that with his hand waving in the air waiting for a high-five.

She blinks back the image. “Tea.” She hands it over to him and then forces her popping joints to swerve around, “frappe.” “Thanks darling,” the angel had a southern accent. A subtle one, but enough to make Marnie pause for a long second. Her electric pale eyes were focused on her for another moment, she carefully puts the straw in her mouth and starts to suck.

Marnie ducks her head down and is about to scramble off to the farthest reaches of nowhere when she hears the same thick throat-clear. Marnie pauses and the surrounding air makes her shiver.

“Could I ask for one more thing?” The girl says roughly, “real quick, I swear.”

Anything.

Marnie had a bad feeling about that voice in her head, her mouth becomes a little dot as she purses her lips and turns. “Sure.”

“Could you hold my wing up?” She points to her right wing, “I’ve been keeping it there for forever now, Joey says he’s almost done now but it’s cramping.” “Yes, almost done.” Joey interjects, but Marnie honestly can’t tell one brush stroke he’s making from another at this point. It’s just a lot of white paint. And burnt bits he was pasting over it. Marnie cringes and glances at Joey and then back to the girl, “it’ll only be for a second.” The angel-born takes another deep sip of her drink and Marnie has the sudden feeling she can’t say no.

She takes several mechanical steps forward and feels the air buzz, it’s like her socks are going to fly off at any second as her fingers tremble over the soft white feathers in front of her. She peers over, “are you sure?” She’s not sure what she’s asking.

“They aren’t made of glass, go ahead.” The angel-born glances back down at her phone and Marnie can only shift in place.

“Okay…” She gasps softly to herself as she feels the silken, light feathers under her fingertips, she goes to hold the frame up. “There,” the girl groans, “oh god yes, just a little higher.” They were surprisingly light as she feels the weight of the wing come down into her hands and she holds the tips up. She tries to ignore the room spinning and her own ears cotton-ing up.

She was going to have to call her grandmother about this later she finally concludes.

She feels a pair of eyes on her again, Marnie stands perfectly still as the angel-born scans her, her eyes go down, “you’re not wearing shoes.” Marnie arches her eyebrows, Joey ignores the pair of them as he makes more bold large brush strokes of the girl’s wings.

Marnie shakes her head and whispers, “hate heels. Only going to put them back on when the folks arrive.” The girl nods slightly, “what’s your name?”

“Marnie,” Marnie says dryly, “you?” Her insides ache a little bit, the warm feathers pulse in her hands.

“June-Mary Sue,” she says with her lips pushed out, “or JMS for short, Jams for long.” “Jams?” “Jams.” Marnie shifts in place again, she bites her bottom lip, “I’ve never, you know, never-” “I can tell,” Jams says with a quirk of a smile on her lips. “But I don’t hold it against you. Some people just weren’t raised to see us as approa-” “I’m not a bigot,” she says quickly, as quickly as she can. “I’m just having this feeling.” “Feeling?” Jams wrinkled her brow and leans toward her like Marnie had just started a lecture that was going to be on the final.

Marnie’s face heats up, “not, like, feeling feeling. Or bad feeling or like gay feeling.” She pauses and her brain scrambles for words, her eyes dart down. “Kinda gay feeling.”

Jams covers her mouth and laughs, “I’m flattered.” “Oh jeez,” she wrinkles her nose up, “please ignore that.” She turns, trying to figure out if she’s turning away from her or toward her, her eyes flash up, “unless you’re feeling the thing too?” Jams laughing face relaxes for a moment and she seems to scan her again, eyes hovering loosely over her forearm and face. “Should I?” “Oh,” Marnie hunches over and her gut twists, “No. It’s just. It must just be me.”

“I mean,” Jams tilts her head to the side, “it’s not every day I meet a Speaker, but I try not to have ‘kinda gay feelings’ right off the bat.” Marnie’s mouth falls open, her hands begin to fall to her side as she lets the wings go, everything inside her grinds to halt like a combustion engine with a wrench thrown into it. She blinks, “Gotta go.”

She turns around and thinks about nothing, nothing, nothing. “Wait,” Jams wraps the single piece of ribbon more tightly around herself, “wait, wait.” Marnie was still walking.

“Hey, I’m not done love,” Joey was protesting next.

“Oh you were done an hour ago.” Jams snaps with her slight southern accent tilt.

“Wait,” several voices were calling out that word.

She feels a hand on her shoulder, Marnie doesn’t turn around. She looks at the floor, “I have to check on my exhibit.” “I didn’t mean to give you any orders,” Jams was speaking quickly, her sparkling skin hovering right in front of her as her mouth moved. “I didn’t figure it out until you came back up the stairs. And then the uh, wing thing.” Marnie was threading a hand through her hair, “I’m not a Speaker.” Jams frowns slightly at that, “you’re barefoot.” Marnie’s face crumples up, “uh, that doesn’t make me a conduit between heaven and earth?” Marnie’s eyebrows rise, “what have they been telling you about Speakers?” “That they were told commandments by the angels back in the day and carried them to like, man,” Marnie replies on auto-pilot. Her interactive sand-castle installment needed more shells. “They were ‘loyal servants’.” Jams visibly cringes, “my mom always said I should be more careful.” She mutters to herself, “I really didn’t mean to give you any orders.” Marnie’s entire body releases, she jerks her face up, “don’t tell me to kill anyone or anything.”

“I wouldn’t-” “‘Cause that would really suck. Or like, go to war for you or break into someone’s house.” Jams covers her face, “ah fuck.” Marnie tilts her head to the side, “Can angels curse?” Jams makes a face at her, “Can humans fly?” “No?” “Yes, you invented airplanes,” Jams eyes focus on her, “and this of all days. They always said she’d come to me, barefoot and bearing gifts.” Marnie shook her head, “I should go.” She sinks into herself a little farther, “I, uh, don’t really have time to spread God’s word right now? I have finals to finish.” Jams was rubbing her face, “we should talk.” “We should… art,” she still doesn’t move. Something comes over her like the burning dawn. She turns to Jams with ice coursing through her veins, “you told me to wait.” “Ah fuck,” she says again, “part two.” Jams takes a step backward, “my child of saints,” she says quickly, “go and do as you please.” Marnie takes two forceful steps forward and then looks over her shoulder, “did you just call me a child of saints?” Jams waves, “go do your art.” Marnie suddenly has a deep feeling in her gut that she suddenly doesn’t understand anything.

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Thousands of years ago angels, demons, and humans lived in separate spheres, the heaven, hells, and earths of the world. Separated by their hatred and differences and very old Words uttered long ago.

A war spanned between them for eons, fighting for land, for glory, and mostly for the hearts, minds, and souls of the last neutral party.

Humans were fought over, bribed and threatened, bullied and showered with gifts for the favor of kings and leaders of man. But even eternal wars can have ends, even bridges can be built if people are willing to try.

Even demons and angels get tired.

God had gone quite a long time ago and the gifts would only last so long in his mythic children of wings and horns. The humans had built walls after walls to keep the angels and demons out, weary of being used as pawns and prizes by unknown forces.

The demons came first, putting down their weapons, hanging their heads, saying maybe they wouldn’t be better, but they would be different. Afterall, God had gone quite a long time ago. The angels were next, one by one, marching toward a new city, a new end, anything but the endless war.

Humans were last.

They remembered centuries of fires and pillage, and shiny gifts where horrors jumped out in the end. That’s what they called ‘Speakers’ eventually, those who were gifted with a burden like no other.

They could relay the messages of the distant angels, of things to come and things that were, and commandments to still the raging waters and quell furious fires. They could speak the words of sanctity and be the vessel of light on earth.

That was of course, in exchange for loyalty without question, following without choice. They were vessels and bridges between the two worlds, but only one world could rule.

Marnie swallows her own tongue as she walks, but Speakers were supposed to be decommissioned ages ago, relics of a bygone era that had been ‘taken care of.’

She starts putzing around in the sand again as she feels a pair of eyes bore into her back.

“Shell here,” Marnie kicks one of her towers down and places a shell on top, “shell here.” She pushes a bridge over and places another shell. Destroying the piece was half of the point.

“What is this?” She finally hears Jams asking from behind her, “and that isn’t an order.” Marnie clenches her jaw shut and doesn’t remember how to move again, “I’m kind of processing something right now.” “Yeah, I’m little surprised myself,” She looks over to see Jams scratching her nose, “but I am actually curious,” she gestures around at the large exhibit with sand in the middle.” Marnie takes a deep breath, “it’s an interactive sand-castle exhibit,” she finally explains as she pushes her hair back. “What’s it do?” Jams cocks her head to the side and Marnie tries not to look at her directly in the face. “Nothing,” she takes a moment before a smile tugs at her lips. “Everything.” She picks up a shovel, “people are supposed to come in here and build their own castles.” She nods, “recapture how they felt as a kid or just have fun or whatever.” “And then?” “And then do it all again,” Marnie looks up at the ceiling and the buzzing of the fluorescents just ahead, “that’s the point.” She blinks, “life is like art, yeah? Life should be a little fun, even if it’s all destroyed by someone or something else later on and it’s all temporary.” Marnie drops her dissertation down on the angel-born’s lap and Jams whole face lights up, “that’s actually,” her face was almost dazzling. “That’s really lovely.” Marnie takes a step back, “I’m not getting an art degree just to cry over it.” She wags a finger in the air, “I’m getting it to cry over and also wake up with sand in my bed every night.” Jams let out another rough laugh, like bubbled it up from some volcanic lake in her core and came spilling out, raw and bubbling. “Oh my God.” They both smile and Jams nods, “Imma go get dressed.” She gestures down, “and then we should talk.” Marnie hums deeply, “is that an order?” Jams face hardens slightly, “never.” She takes a deep breath, “not that I’m not new to this either.” Marnie waves, “we can talk.” She nods, “if you can get ahold of me after I’m covered in art-ho babes after this.” Jams’s eyebrows raise, “I’ll accept that challenge.” Marnie snorts, “they can smell the student-debt on me and come flocking.” Jams laughs again, “stop it or else I really will start shooting light out of my eyes.” Marnie’s eyes go wide, “like Zeus?” Jams rolls her eyes, “just like Zeus, yes.” “Students!” Marnie jumps as Professor Stevens claps her hands, “gather round my flock.” Jams waves and mouths the words ‘that’s my cue.’

Marnie scrambles to gather herself, get an A in his exhibit class and try to reconcile with the fact she just found out she’s a relic from a holy war from over a thousand years ago.

A/N: hey! I don’t normally do this but I had a lot of conflicting instincts for this story

On one hand, it can be a two-shot, a simple clean story with one more part. Or! Halfway through writing this the story sort of showed itself to me as potentially a long-form piece that is however-long

Unfortunately, I haven’t had much luck with my long-form stories and I find people are less interested in them than my short stories (less notes, less comments, ect)

SO I have a little survey: POLL

it just asks whether you would like to see a serial series of something like this that was released around every week.

[sambashua]

11 questions tag~

i was tagged by @achuu-nice @s-lay-ing and @maetaamong for the 11 questions game where you answer 11 q’s then write 11 new q’s! a good time! (y’all this is 33 questions bear w me)

nom’s q’s

how are you? :D I’M GREATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT i hope you are too:D

sad ballads or happy upbeat songs? okay so like.. both so much.. but if i rlly had to choose i’d go for ballads bc i’m rlly a soft binch at heart (but red flavor will never not get me lit)

fave anime movie? maybe ponyo? or howl’s moving castle? i also really liked the girl who lept through time! (all credited to wonhankwan movie squad)

dogs or cats? bOTH i refuse to choose (but i got dos gatos)

do you keep stuffed animals in your room? no:( i have some on a shelf at my dad’s house tho? and i have mr. troll in my apt living room!

someone you miss? @atshinee :(

describe your phone case? iT’S GOT MOOMIN EATIN SOME CARROTS OR EGGS IT’S UP FOR DEBATE

favorite lore/myths? i’ve always been a percy jackson ho but i always thought persephone and that story was cool?? also the labyrinth 

eardbuds or headphones? earbuds bc headphones are real expensive

can I steal your heart? i actually don’t have one to steal bc you already took it nom:’(

favorite thing about your ult bias? uMMMMMMM prObABLy his smile♡ (i say smth different everytime but i feel like i neglect his visuals oops)

cloud’s q’s

Do you know a ksong by heart? (bc I don’t :x I can hum a trillion tho) haaaaaaa well i mean i can’t speak korean ofc but i can p much believably sing all of seventeen’s title tracks.. and i generally sing along to every song ever even if i don’t know it??? oH I LEARNED ALL THE WORDS TO IF IT IS YOU BY JUNG SEUNG HWAN BC I LOVE IT exhibit a b and  c for why!

When it comes to friendships, are you low or high maintenance? (As in your friends gotta talk everyday with you or you’ll feel like the friendship is dying OR if you can spend days without talking to them yet you still remain close) i like to think i’m a pretty low maintenance person! i’m easy-going by nature and i don’t mind silence at all and don’t even find it awkward usually. i have friends i don’t talk to for months on end and then we get together maybe once a year and we still remain close:) i like to think i’m easy to talk to so that could be part of it?

Do you have a secret that you will take to the grave? (Ofc I’m not asking you to reveal it)  ajhfdksl tbh i don’t think so??? i’m kind of a private person.. but if someone asked me smth specific i wouldn’t not tell them ? idk tho i used to be a bit of a pathological liar so~~~

Recommend me 5 songs (not necessarily kpop songs) i’ll rec some non kpop since i’m sure you would know anything i recced ajkdhfjdk

honey - kehlani

to build a home - the cinematic orchestra (aka chanhee’s all time favorite song which makes me really emo)

broken clocks - sza

waves - young the giant

window seat - thomston, wafia

bonus! flirt right back - backbear :)

What do you prefer?: first, second or third gen kpop songs? third gen! since that’s when i joined i’m really into it at this point! also i think the variety of music is sooo much wider than it used to be? i’m not super in tune w all the older groups but i think it’s insaneeee how many groups there are rn snd they all have a lot to offer!

What’s the cheeeeeeeeeesiest thing you’ve done? (one time a former friend of mine was telling me about a problem she had and at the end of our convo I kissed her in the forehead bYE) um legit cloud i am cheesy 25/8 catch me being a soft snuggly bean popping trash puns left and right every day of the week

If you were asked to participate in a variety show, which one of the following would you pick and why? (Pick two!): problematic men, master key, hello counselor, weekly idol, one fine day, law of the jungle i think i’d go on weekly idol! i would wanna go toe to toe w doni and coni bc they’re always so harsh to lil baby idols ahhaha i wanna take them on!

Your top 10 kpop songs of 2017? binchhhh i’ll just go by my top nine according to spotify and my number one for apple music:)

When You Love Someone - Day6

Heartbreaker - NCT 127

My First and Last - NCT DREAM (also dunk shot tho byeeee)

Baby Don’t Like It - NCT 127 (tbh don’t remember listening to it this much what)

BABE - Hyuna

Like This - Pentagon

A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone - BTS

Rollin’ - Brave Girls !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eclipse - LOONA (Kim Lip)

Wake Me Up - B.A.P

bonus! Coloring Book - Oh My Girl :)

Would you rather live in a huge mansion or a compact studio house? definitely a studio house! for sooo many reasons: 1) i hate walking 2) cleaning a large house is the worst 3) if i had the option to spend that much i’d just get a smaller house and spend money on more important things!

Tell me a fun childhood story (I’ll start! One time an aunt gave me money to buy ‘papas’ (potatoes) at the grocery store so bc I’m obedient af I went and asked the counter lady how many of em could I buy with the money I had so she went ‘uhh, not many tbh’ so i ended up getting like two and when I returned to my aunt’s house she laughed her ass off and said: I meant ‘papas fritas’ (potato chips) Not those! - and uh yeah this is funnier in Spanish but it proves that I’m such an innocent angel I mean wow) gIRL I WISH I COULDA SEEN THAT SPANISH EXCHANGE I DEFINITELY LAUGHED um????????? yo idk i can’t think of anything help uhhhh okay so when my sister and i were little our house was two stories so we’d take our stuffed animals and tie plastic bags to them and make them skydive ahahha but it wasn’t too satisfying for obvious reasons so we just attached this one stretchy pink scarf to them and make them bungee jump from the railing ajfdhgfdls classic

If you were offered to start a band, would you accept? yEAH if someone offered i would assume i had the talent and ability so.. yes.. even if i didn’t and someone offered i’d still say yes bye

kiki’s q’s

Link your favourite playlist here if you can and if you can’t write out the first 10 songs on it! (Not a question but shh) here she isssss okay wait so she’s not my go to playlist tbh but she has a mix of western and kpop so.. enjoy!

Is your current ult bias your first ult bias? If not who was your first? yes :) my first ever bias was joon but i didn’t even know what an ult was for a long time and by the time i found out i knew all along wonu was my boy

Who is your ult bias? jeon wonwoo ofc

Who is more likely to hog the aux cord, you or your ult? um me.. i’m kinda a hoe w music like i always play it.. when i drive my friends i am in charge of music bc duh it’s my car but then when they drive me they usually ask if i wanna play music ahahhaha MAYEB THEY’RE JSUT SAYING I HAVE GOOD TASTE THO???? 

Who is more likely to forget an important date, you or your ult? def wonwoo.. that boy couldn’t remember his own birthday if he didn’t pay attention.. for some reason i have a steel trao mind for dates?

Who is more likely to ask the other to pick them up after work, you or your ult? i like driving so i’d say maybe wonwoo? but i feel like he might be the type to want to offer to drive you.. who am i kidding that boy is always tired

Who is more likely to write the other a hand written note expressing themselves rather than just saying it, you or your ult? i think wonwoo.. i get the vibe that we’re both a bit emotionally inept and we would both have trouble expressing ourselves but he might find comfort w writing things down he’s a romantic binch he reads too much not to be

Who is more likely to cry when a dog dies in a movie, you or your ult? me bc dat ho doesn’t like dogs smh.. his only fault (jk he a mess)

Who is more likely to almost burn the house down while cooking, you or your ult? wonu? just bc i’m not that clumsy? he could do it tho

Who is more likely to start a pillow fight, you or your ult? neither of us we’re too tired

Who is more likely to ask the other to come over to cuddle with them so that they can fall asleep better, you or your ult? meeeeee i’m a cuddly bitch and he isn’t rip.. but he would do it for me he better

my questions:D

If you could travel anywhere, but were completely by yourself, where would you go?

What inspires you?

How many pets would you have in your ideal future? Any specific names or types in mind?

What are you opinions on fedoras

how many spoons can you balance on your face at once (picture or video proof preferred (i’m trying to get someone to do it pls anyone))

What is your favorite type of tree?

If you could convince one person to like kpop who would you convert?

What are three things you are normally associated with and/or what are three things you want to be associated with?

If you were in a kpop group what position would you hold (ie. leader, main vocal, moodmaker, etc) feel free to tag your mutuals and who they would be!

If you could have any wild animal as a tame pet what would it be?? (i’m ocelot loyal all the way)

What is your opinion on mint chocolate chip ice cream? (for maj)

i’m going to tag @yongpal-i !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (are you happy sister) @strawberryboo @everyonesabiaswrecker @kiheehyunie @indiepoptime @jungnoir @hwallsgrl @lipstick-chathao @yongceo @undinefin @kihqun @definitelythis @g-te @justsomekpopstuff (tagged you back:D) and @jeonwoooo if you guys want to try it out!!