#iv. dear diary ◞ today is going to be different ／ answered.

[grievd]

╰ ♡    * ❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜  &. @brokenbrxther

having a peace of mind : something elena so desperately craved , yet , something that seemed completely out of reach for her. being with stefan , on the other hand , felt like an escape from reality , it was the only place where she could let go of the draining thoughts : where she could be her old self again , even if it was for a mere second. ❛ i know. ❜ the sentence is followed by a swift nod in attempt to reassure him that everything was fine. ❛ but i don't want to talk about it . . . ❜ sigh : head tilts , chocolate irises staring into his as exhaustion dawns on porcelain features. ❛ . . . i just want to spend time with you. ❜

[gravityglitch-blog]

As we're approaching the release of the third Sonic movie, I wanted to write a short fic about the Ark siblings.

Echoes of Grief

Stepping into the ruins of the ARK, in search of answers, Sonic felt like he was entering a mausaleum.

He swore he could hear blurry conversations of unfamiliar voices echoing off the metal walls.

It gave him the unholy creeps, but there was no way he'd ever let his brothers know that.

Knuckles and Tails had gone to investigate the east sector. Sonic had volunteered to take the west by himself, insisting he could handle whatever he might find. He heartily regretted his decision as he passed through room after room, broken equipment and half-finished experiments keeping watch like sentinels in a mechanical graveyard.

"Yeah," he muttered to himself. "This place definitely has Eggman written all over it."

Though he hated to admit it, his confidence was also badly shaken. His muscles still ached from the beating he'd taken from that new hedgehog earlier. Between the flashes of pain, he'd managed to learn that the stranger's name was Shadow. As he'd left Sonic and his brothers sprawled and hurting in the street, he'd also heard him say the name "Maria" in a low whisper, as though reciting something to himself.

This, along with the info they'd been able to wrestle from GUN and their unstable alliance with Robotnik, had led them here.

The stranger had been born in this place. Somewhere among these dusty ghosts, there had to be something that could help them.

A key to his past, or his power.

Sonic stumbled across a room that instantly stood out from the rest. It was larger, for one thing. More open, home to a bed, a collection of long-abandoned toys and a small library. Faded watercolor paintings were taped to the walls, each depicting childishly drawn landscapes in different seasons.

A kid's room? Why would a kid have been in this bleak place?

Sonic cautiously stepped inside, approaching one of the paintings. Written in the bottom corner in slightly wobbly cursive were the words, "by Maria and Shadow."

A glimmer of blue light beckoned Sonic deeper into the room. Nestled among some art supplies was a small disc, with a dot of blue light blinking in the center. Despite lying forgotten for more than fifty years, this device had somehow retained some power. Before he could second-guess his choice, Sonic pressed the blue light.

A hologram materialized before him, like a miniature movie screen.

"A recording device," Sonic breathed, only now realizing he might have triggered a disaster by blindly messing with Eggman tech.

The hologram portrayed a young girl, maybe eleven, hardly older, with long blonde hair and dark smudges under her eyes. At first, Sonic thought whoever this was had just missed out on a good night's sleep, but a few seconds more erased this idea. There was something about the way she moved, the dull cast to her skin, that spoke of illness.

"Dear Diary," the girl said into the camera.

Sonic almost felt like she was talking to him.

"Maria here. Who else would it be, right?"

She lowered her head to cough a few times into her right shoulder, which Sonic could now see was covered in bandages and the marks of iv needles, old and new. "It's been one of my bad days. The new treatments aren't going as well as Grandpa hoped. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sad or scared. I wish this pain would just leave me alone so I coud go home."

Then, however despondent she had just sounded, the girl managed a smile.

Sonic felt his heart squeeze in empathy for her.

"Thing is, it's hard for me to be too sad today. Look."

She turned her body so that the camera could see her left side. Her long hair cascaded over her left shoulder, just as it did on her right, but here it looked...taller?

Maria lifted up that left segment of hair to reveal a tiny red and black furred creature asleep on her shoulder, curled into a spiky ball.

"Meet my new friend, Shadow the Hedgehog."

Sonic barely stopped his jaw from hitting the floor.

How had that grown into the storm of rage that had kicked their butts such a short time ago?!

"Grandpa calls him the Ultimate Lifeform," Maria on the recording continued. "He's supposed to be the key to finding a cure for what's wrong with me. But you know something, Diary? When I look at him, I don't care about any of that. I just want him to grow up with me, happy and safe."

Maria ducked her head to gently boop her nose against tiny Shadow's.

"I love you, little one," she whispered, so soft the camera's audio sensors nearly didn't pick it up. "I will protect you with my whole life. I promise."

Tiny Shadow's response to this was a yawn, exposing a small singular fang, and then to hide himself in Maria's hair again. Her responding giggle was drowned by the hologram dissolving into static.

Sonic was about to press the blue light again, to turn off the device, when a new image appeared. It was the very room he now stood in, but this time decorated with streamers and golden fairy lights. In the center of the picture was a pink cake, with the words "Happy Birthday Maria" surrounded by buttercream daisies.

Maria, looking at bit older and just the tiniest bit brighter, leaned into the frame and waved.

"Hi, Diary!" she chirped. "I'm actually feeling all right today. The doctors say it's that new therapy, but I know the real reason. It's because I don't have to be alone anymore. Say hi, Shadow!"

The camera lurched, and Sonic almost stumbled over laughing.

The hologram displayed Shadow, looking more like his current self but still obviously a child, sitting on the bed. He wore a colorful birthday hat and a grumpy expression. His arms were folded defiantly over his chest, but he still gave a quick wave.

Maria turned the camera back on herself.

"Don't let him fool you, he's having fun. Oh, and look at the present Grandpa got me! It's my favorite song!"

She held up the cover of a vinyl single. Sonic squinted to read the title. 

"Only Yesterday" by the Carpenters.

Maria disappeared from the frame for a moment. A needle scratch hiss, and the song began to play. She did a few silly steps in the center of her room, quietly singing along even when Sonic could tell she was running out of breath.

"Maria," Shadow entered the camera's view, just barely tall enough to do so. His voice had the slight catch of oncoming change. "You're starting to get tired. You should rest now."

"I know," she replied, one hand over her overworked heart. "I just wanted to enjoy my day. Shadow...will you sing with me? Just one part? No one will ever see this, I promise!"

"Mariiiaaa," Shadow whined.

Sonic snickered at this. It was so funny to see this harbinger of destruction act like a moody kid. "It's embarrassing!"

Maria guaranteed her point when she knelt beside Shadow and gathered him into a hug, her eyes almost comically wide.

Puppy eyes, Sonic thought. He knew that look well. He got it from Tails often enough.

Hologram Shadow gave a long-suffering sigh before launching into the next verse. It was impossible to miss the smile on his face as he looked at Maria.

"I have found my home here in your arms," he sang, surprisingly well. "Nowhere else on earth I'd really rather be."

Maria gave him an extra little hug and continued the song.

"Life waits for us

Share it with me

The best is about to be

And so much is left for us to see."

Shadow laughed and leaned upward, nudging his face against Maria's.

There was no mistaking that look.

It was the same Sonic felt whenever he'd done something to make his family happy or proud.

Love. This girl, this Maria, had been Shadow's family, and he'd loved her immensely.

The hologram faded into static again, but it still had one more story to tell.

This time Maria was lying in a hospital bed, holding the recording device as far away as the wires ensnaring her would allow.

"Hey, Diary," she greeted, her voice thin and raspy. "This entry's not really mine, but Shadow's. He's growing up so much, and he's so smart! He's going to read to me while I wait for my next test. I'm so proud of him, I wanted to record it. Sometimes I can't remember things very well after these flare-ups."

She propped up the device on a bedside table. Sonic could hardly see her now, but a Shadow closer to the one he'd met in Japan sat at her bedside, a book in his hands. A glance at the cover revealed it to be "Sleeping Beauty."

He wove the story of a young princess cursed into eternal slumber. The spell spread to the king, queen, even the loyal knight sworn to protect her, until some far-flung day when the curse could be broken.

Before Shadow could read that chapter, Maria, who had been peacefully quiet up until now, was stricken by a harsh coughing fit.

Sonic could see her hands scrambling for a tissue to cover her mouth. When she pulled it away, it was covered with a spray of blood.

Fear shone like siren lights in Shadow's eyes. "No," he gasped. "Not again! Professor! Professor, come quickly!"

He sprinted out of the seat, knocking over the recording device. The hologram finally went black and winked out of existence.

Sonic placed the little disc gently back in its place, turning over all he'd just seen in his mind. He almost missed it when Knuckles and Tails were shouting for him.

"In here!" Sonic responded, poking his head out of the room and waving to them.

When they joined him, he asked, "Did you guys find anything?"

"Nothing of use," Knuckles grumbled. "Just more of Robotnik's broken toys."

"Man, I would have loved to have seen this place in its prime," Tails said admiringly.

"And you?" Knuckles asked. "Did you find any clue to the heart of our enemy?"

"Actually," Sonic answered. His eyes traveled back to Maria's diary. "I think I did."

Another post of mine that contains music?

It's more common than you might think.

I'm working with the headcanon that Shadow and Maria lived on the Ark during the seventies, and this is one of my favorite songs from that era.

[chaotically-coz]

Entry #1, sep 11 2024.

Dear diary,

Yeah.. i dont really know what im trying to do here, but i suck at venting so i guess this is a better way for me to actually say stuff.

Saying ‘dear diary’ sounds kinda weird tbh, im probably gonna come up with a new name or something, idk

Uhh… today hasnt exactly been the best, it wasn’t the worst either.

I woke up late and ended up being like- 40 minutes late to school. I dont feel like being yelled at by my teacher, especially considering the fact ive already been late several times, and its only the first day!

Anyways, i pulled the ‘i threw up’ card and managed to skip… i know i shouldnt have. I shouldnt have faked my way out of school.. i dont know why but i just cant go back to seeing that look of disappointment.

We’re only about 5 days into school and i already feel like im disappointing everybody i know. Irl friends have noticed ive seemed different in school.. i just feel so out if it lately. Almost like im.. not really there? Like im moving in third person. Like a part of me just feels.. empty. Im trying, i really am!

I think one of my closest friends saw my scars the other day… thats not good. I know she saw them, i pulled my arm away and we never discussed it but still,,

A lot of my other friends have been distant.. one of them i have like, no classes with. The other one moved away.. i have most of my classes with the same people, i guess seeing the same people over and over is getting tiring.

I can feel myself falling behind in subjects, but im seriously trying!! I cant help but zone out- or get distracted. I cant pick up the teaching or understand ni matter how hard i try. Ive suspected i had ADHD for a while, pretty sure my friends have too. Im too terrified to ask my mom for a proper diagnosis, and i dont want to self diagnose myself, so i guess ill just wait untill everybody stops thinking im stupid and actually suspect things.

Aaaaanyways, i didnt do much today aside from staying home. I watched tv most of the day, which i know is lazy but like… my chromebook charger is broken so i cant really do much else. I could go outside or take a walk. I know i need to practice for cheer and dance.

I did my brothers hair today, that was really funny, we screamed the lyrics to stupid songs.

The thought, “am i forgettable?” Has been playing through my mind alot. Like.. i know that im chaotic and an arsonist and whatever but.. what else?

Is that really all there is to me? What am i really like? Do people view me how i view myself? I guess I’ll never really know the true answers.

I just.. i feel so forgettable. Like.. if i dissapeared.. nobody would notice. I just.. idk.

I dont feel like myself. I wanna feel normal.. i dont care if ‘normal’ meant a being of chaos and destruction, and pretty mentally ill.. atleast i felt like a person. I’d rather feel like that than feel so empty.. i dont like this.

Ive gained weight.. talking abt stuff like this on the internet is kinda eughhhh but still. I feel like i need to vomit every time i eat.. or just stop eating.. i dont feel comfortable in my body anymore.

I’m trying to stop venting so much, i feel like im beginning to do it too much, and people are getting tired of me.

Drama club starts on friday!! Im pretty excited for that. I cant wait to get back into theater.

Uhhhh yeah! Theres a bunch more but idk how much i can fit into one entry, its pretty late so im probably sleeping soon. I guess thats it!

Entry completed

[quillandink333]

Scarlet Carnations ~ Part IV

BotW Link X Zelda ~ Detective AU

Rating: T

Word Count: 5.1k

WARNINGS: death, murder, loss, trauma, blood and gore, terrorism, organized crime, self-harm

Summary: Inspector Zelda Hyrule, assisted by the faithful Constable Link Fyori, is infamous for cracking the most confounding of cases in a town dominated by crime. Her latest assignment is to solve the murder of her own godmother, Impa Sheikah, the late CEO of Sheikah Tech. Incorporated, while staying under the radar of the dreaded Yiga organization.

Part I • Part II • Part III • Part IV • Part V • Part VI • Part VII • Epilogue • Masterlist

It was nine o’clock in the morning, two days after I’d made my arrest, and Paya’s trial was in its opening stages. I was watching from the gallery. Normally, as the one running the investigations, I would be the first witness to take the stand, but today, for whatever reason, the lead prosecutor, Urbosa Sigatur, planned to summon me second after Auntie Purah. Urbosa was far from a stranger to me, however. She and I had collaborated on several cases in the past, and she shared with me many of my own ideals. She’d once even known my mother before her untimely demise. And so I decided not to question her judgment, however unconventional it may have seemed.

The prosecution’s opening statement had been based on the fact that the stolen Sheikah Slate, along with a bloodstained bullet, had been found in the defendant’s room, which, until recently, hadn’t been searched as it had been deemed irrelevant to the case. With these conclusive pieces of evidence, she’d stated, the defendant had been charged with both the theft of the Slate and the murder of its owner, Impa Sheikah.

The stolen object was the most central piece of evidence in the prosecution’s case. It had once been a target of my own immense interest, even before its theft. But that had all changed following its recovery. The riddle, though having been solved by means of professional reprogramming, still made little sense to me if any. “Carnation” was its answer, according to Auntie Purah herself. Much to my dismay, the secrets that the riddle had supposedly kept hidden had turned out to be nothing but my own fantasy. Every last piece of data that had once been stored in the Slate had been deleted, meaning the possibility of proving a motive for its theft was next to nonexistent. The only thing left in its memory was a diary entry, written by Auntie Impa the day before her murder. This in itself, however, held the potential to serve as a lead to her killer’s identity, at the very least.

The diary entry, as projected onto the courtroom wall by the Slate, went,

“Today was the first day of Zelda’s holiday visit. It is hard to believe that the last long term visit she paid us was already over a year ago. We have all missed her dearly. She seems as interested in my sister’s work as ever. It brought me joy to see the two of them bonding over their shared passion once again.

“However I must admit, I would still love for her to also spend some quality time with Paya some day soon. I sensed some resentment coming from her directed at my dear granddaughter. Perhaps it is something to do with that boy. Either way, it seems their relationship has hardly changed since she left the nest.

“I cannot say for certain whether anyone will ever be able to read this, but I have faith that Purah will figure it out. I am no good with machines like these, but I believe in her. At any rate, I hope she is the one who gets to read this message, but in the event that it happens to fall into the wrong hands, I will sign off here.”

With this, the prosecution’s argument, though a bit scattered across several different points, seemed sturdy enough so far. That Auntie Impa had seemingly known that her life would be taken the following night after writing her final message, combined with the fact that she’d received no threats from the outside world up until then, was one of the strongest pieces of evidence in our arsenal.

Paya’s defence lawyer, one Revali Twii, had made several attempts to dismantle her argument by claiming she had no possible way of knowing whether or not the victim had received a threat from outside the estate by phone. These attacks were easily deflected. As a foreigner to this city, Mr. Twii had been unaware that, thanks to the Sheikahs’ company, household phones here were all equipped with recording devices. Naturally, Ms. Sigatur had already listened to each recorded call since a month before the murder and had detected no discernible threat in any of them.

And yet in spite of all that, the argument shifted heavily in favour of the defence when it then carried out his cross examination. With how confidently Urbosa had stated her case, I never could’ve imagined how easy it would be for the opposing side to shatter it into countless, tiny pieces.

Mr. Twii’s primary line of questioning was a solid one, to say the least. He concurred with my deduction as presented by Ms. Sigatur that the parlour indeed was not the true scene of the crime. However, he claimed that the real crime scene could not possibly have been the defendant’s bedroom either. His basis for this was the gunshot. Paya’s room was in the same hallway that the sleeping quarters of the current witness, Auntie Purah, as well as myself, were in. Mr. Twii had her testify about the sound of the gunshot that she’d heard. In addition to the fact that it hadn’t seemed loud enough to have come from the very next room over, she’d only heard it once: from the parlour.

No doubt he intended to question me about the same thing when the time came for me to take the stand. I’d been itching to speak my mind and set things straight so badly that I’d had to cross my legs just to keep myself from getting up too soon by the time court was finally adjourned for a half-hour recess.

Now the prosecutor and I were together in a private room reserved for witness prepping. Normally I did just fine testifying on my own, but in this trial, everything was at stake, and I couldn’t seem to stop my heart from racing no matter what I tried. Thankfully I had Urbosa here, and simply talking with her had done much to calm my nerves already.

“You’re originally from out of town too, aren’t you?” I noted, thinking back on her performance.

“That I may be, but unlike that lawyer, I’ve spent enough time here to know of the perils this city is facing, and who’s been holding it together in spite of all that.”

“Right.” My lips rested against the curve of my index as my leg bounced restlessly underneath the table. “That schmuck really doesn’t have a clue, does he?”

“No, not likely. Though he’s quite the formidable opponent, I must say.” She leaned back in her chair, looking pensive, but not the least bit agitated. “My case took quite the beating out there.”

My heart rate was starting to pick up again. “You don’t think you’ll...lose...do you?”

“Who, me? Lose?” She let out a hearty bout of chuckles. “Young lady, are you quite sure you know who you’re speaking to?” I returned her laughter halfheartedly, unable to shake the foreboding feeling lying at the pit of my stomach. Urbosa cleared her throat, preserving her calm smile. “All jokes aside, I wouldn’t worry even if we do end up losing this one. The true criminal is still out there somewhere, and there is no such thing as a perfect crime.”

“I suppose...” Perfect crimes may not have existed, but neither did perfect investigations. If they ruled Paya out as a suspect, then only one other, “safe” option would remain.

“Alright, out with it. What’s on your mind?” Her hand had landed on my shoulder as she’d reached across the desk, over my half empty glass of water. “And why are you so set on getting Paya convicted, if I might ask? Sibling rivalry is one thing, but this is...”

I avoided her perceptive gaze, staring intently at the latch on my bag. What could I possibly tell her? “It’s just,” I stalled, eventually settling for a vague, “I’m running out of time.”

After a long pause, she leaned back, letting go of my arm. “I see. Well, whatever it is, know that I’ll be on your side no matter what, little bird.”

Oh, if only she’d known.

“So to sum up, you were outstandingly negligent in your investigation of the defendant’s bedroom.”

My jaw unhinged at what I’d just heard come out of the attorney’s mouth. I’d just finished giving him an explanation of my findings in as much detail as I could, during which time he’d been surprisingly polite, until now.

“You likely saw the Slate along with the bullet and made your arrest right then and there. You didn’t even stop to consider the possibility that you hadn’t found all there’d been to find in that room, did you?” I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off again. “In fact, I’m willing to bet you didn’t even attempt to look for the murder weapon.”

“Excuse me, Sir,” I retaliated with chest puffed up, “but my team and I searched the property from top to bottom, repeatedly, for two whole weeks, and—”

“Yes, I am well aware. However, you failed to complete a thorough search of this so-called ‘true crime scene’ before you arrested Ms. Sheikah. Do you deny it?”

I was floundering for words. Why bother questioning me if he merely intended to cut me off and answer his own questions? “I-I...”

“Objection.”

All eyes fell upon the prosecution. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

“The defence is harassing the witness, Your Honour.”

The judge gave a slow, considerate nod of his head. “Objection sustained.”

Twii gave Urbosa a subtle but unmistakable side-eye. I thanked her silently. “Speaking of the murder weapon,” he continued in his signature, holier-than-thou tone, “I have here Exhibit F: a list of traits possessed by the elusive firearm responsible for the victim’s life.”

This wasn’t good. The list in question had been compiled by the prosecution based on traits of the fatal wound revealed by the autopsy, as well as other traits shared by the two bullets that were found at the estate. It contained information like its .38 caliber and that it had likely been fired twice at point blank, to name a few examples.

“My question for you, witness, is the following. What did you find during your ‘investigation’ regarding the weapon?”

This was fine, I kept telling myself. He still had yet to present the most fatal piece of evidence in the record. “As I’ve said before, none of our searches turned up any sign of it, other than what’s listed on that piece of paper you’re holding.”

“Is that so?” The sarcasm rooted in his voice had me sweating bullets. “In that case, Ms. Hyrule, I’d like to turn your attention to this passage here at the bottom.”

That was “Inspector Hyrule” to him, but of course, he couldn’t care less for such trifling things as common decency.

But when I read over the passage at which he was pointing, my throat closed up.

“Allow me to read it aloud for the court.” He snobbishly cleared his throat. “And I quote, ‘The murder weapon and the circumstances surrounding it strongly suggest an Octoric M&P revolver,’ end quote. I’d also like to add that this particular model is favoured by the district bureau of police, who issue them out to many of their detectives for self-defence.”

I gritted my teeth, annunciating each word as I spat, “Get to the point.”

The smarmy bastard was hardly even phased by my unmasked hostility. “Now, now, Ms. Hyrule, you’ve no reason to worry,” he waved off. “After all, I have no intention of accusing you.”

When he spoke that last word, my heart stopped, and deep down, I knew it was over.

“Firstly I wish for you to clarify a few things for me, as you were one of the first to discover the scene of the murder when it happened.”

I gave a slow, strenuous nod, losing strength in my knees by the second, but standing my ground all the same. “Go on.”

“The defendant showed no sign of having a gun on or anywhere near her person when you arrived, correct?”

“Correct,” I lied.

“Good. Now that we’ve established that the defendant was unarmed, I’d like to present another piece of evidence.” He laid out flat a second sheet of paper on the stand in front of me. “Exhibit H. This is part of a record kept by the precinct where the witness is currently employed, alongside the rest of her team. It details a list of the firearms given out to detectives each day, as well as the time when each one was issued and when it was returned to custody at the end of its designated officer’s shift.”

And there it was. I’d known all along that it had only been a matter of time until he’d bring out this piece of evidence, but, evidently, I’d failed to prepare myself mentally for this. Perhaps a part of me had hoped not to be on the stand when it happened. All I could do now was hold my peace and pray that it wouldn’t get worse from here.

“This page corresponds with the day before the murder. Now, Ms. Hyrule,” he addressed, summoning a swarm of butterflies in my stomach, “I’m sure you’ll recognize this badge number here. Would you please read it aloud for me?”

I swallowed my nerves and did as he’d requested. “FB7732Z438LL.”

“Thank you.” He flashed me that shit-eating grin of his. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the number belonging to one Constable Link Fyori, the witness’ very own investigative partner.” A few whispers drifted through the gallery following that announcement. “One who reads this will also notice that, after his revolver was issued out to him the morning before the murder, it was never returned to the precinct’s custody thereafter. In fact, it is still missing to this day.”

With this, the whispers grew in number, creating a din of distrust that had the attorney smirking from ear to ear.

“Objection.”

The whispering dissipated. Twii’s shoulders sagged as he hypocritically shot Urbosa a look that said, “What now?”

“Mr. Twii, how is this relevant? Unless you have definitive proof linking Constable Fyori to the crime, I see no point in bringing it up.”

The judge gave a pound of his gavel with a bone-chilling shake of his head. “Overruled. The court will allow the defence to continue, provided that it has good reason.”

My mouth fell open, and so had Urbosa’s.

“Thank you, Your Honour. I was just getting to that, my good prosecutor.” Now even she seemed on edge. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut through with a knife. “I may not have proof as things stand currently. However, that is about to change. You see, I have reason to believe that our witness here is covering for someone.”

The courtroom broke out into an even louder din of murmurs, as if I couldn’t clearly hear each backhanded remark the members of the gallery were making at my expense.

The pounding of the judge’s gavel echoed throughout the room, and the whispering ceased once again.

“You must be mistaken.” I stood as tall as I could with how close my legs were to giving up on me. “I happen to be one of the most trusted detectives in the force. Why do you think I was put in charge of this case despite being one of the first on the scene?”

“Ah, but that, dear witness, was your superiors’ fatal mistake.”

Damn that solicitor. “What do you mean?”

“Although my client has elected not to testify to the court, she has let me in on a certain piece of information—one that I believe will make the jaws of everyone here drop to the floor.”

Surely not. Surely even she wouldn’t dare stoop so low.

“Inspector...” The attorney looked me dead in the eyes. The air was suffocating. “What do you have in your briefcase?”

Everyone was staring at me and murmuring amongst themselves, more raucously than ever before, like I was the one on trial.

“N-No, it’s—it’s not what it seems,” I wavered. Then mustering my shattered courage, “You!” I pointed my finger at Twii. “Prove to me that the defendant wasn’t lying. I demand to see proof!”

But my demands were met with silence. Even Urbosa was looking at me with cold contempt and disappointment.

“Bailiff.”

An officer appeared from the sidelines. He seized my bag.

“Wait, stop!”

I tried to wrest it from his grasp, but he was too strong. I watched helplessly as he opened it up, reaching in and revealing the murder weapon for all to see.

“No...!”

“Bailiff, what is the number engraved on that weapon?”

He seemed to recite the number in slow motion, twisting the knife with every digit. “FB7732Z438LL.”

“No, please!” I screamed. “It wasn’t him, he’s been framed! Please, Your Honour, you have to believe me!”

Amidst the roar of the crowd, I saw the conclusive shake of the judge’s head. With a pound of his gavel, he said, “I hereby order the immediate detainment of Link Fyori under the charge of first degree murder.”

I met eyes with my partner but half a second before I saw him be dragged out of his seat with brute force.

“No!”

“As for this witness, she shall receive her sentence after being questioned by the police for the concealing of evidence, contempt of court, and perjury.”

I cried out when an overwhelming pain shot through my arm. My family watched from the gallery in either horror or disgust, or a mixture of both perhaps. I tried with all my might just to get the bailiff to stop hurting me, but it was futile.

“Your Honour, just a moment please.”

With the judge’s approval, the man’s grip on my arm lightened up. The one who’d spoken had been none other than that wretched defence attorney.

“Inspector, if you don’t mind, I have one more question to ask you.”

I held my breath, bracing myself. Though there wasn’t much he could say at this point that could possibly make the situation worse.

“Why?” he finally asked. “Why did you feel the need to conceal such a critical piece of evidence?”

My entire face boiled over with heat. I looked around, taking in the courtroom’s atmosphere, and my whole being was filled to the brim with indescribable anger and shame. Barely able to swallow the charged whimper lodged at the cusp of my throat, I choked out the words, “No comment.”

The trial had ended while I’d still been in the middle of interrogation by my own peers. I was lucky enough to get off with a fine, but it was because of that hour-and-a-half-long lecture that I only found out about Paya’s “not guilty” verdict after the entire courtroom had been cleared out. This was no surprise to me, of course, but still a disappointment, to put it lightly. What was a surprise was that no one, not Paya, nor Auntie Purah, nor even Urbosa, had bothered to wait for me.

That was fine. They could think whatever they wanted of me. I’d simply have to redeem myself by proving Link’s innocence in his trial.

It was to this end that I made my way to the district’s Centre of Detention.

When Link appeared behind the iron bars of the visitors’ room, he was already sporting a worn and faded prisoner’s uniform, surely having just undergone an interrogation of his own. Though, from the looks of him, his had been considerably more thorough than mine.

I cleared my throat. “Hello, Link.”

“Hello,” he replied.

Deathly silence filled the air. The harsh ticking of the clock on the wall behind me was slowly starting to crawl under my skin.

“They, uhm...didn’t go easy on you, eh?”

He shook his head, eyes wandering without aim.

Why did it have to be so hard to talk to him sometimes? He’d never been so unapproachable back in our days as teenagers. Though now, I supposed, recent events were only making things even more difficult for me than usual.

“Look...” I took a deep breath, shifting in my seat. “I’m sorry. Alright? I couldn’t cover for you forever. They were bound to find out eventually. Please, don’t be upset.”

“What? Zelda...” His demeanour morphed from listless to urgent, almost apologetic, as he struggled to find his voice. “Why would I be upset with you? I never asked you to cover for me in the first place.”

“I know.” Now it was I who couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes. “I just knew that you couldn’t have possibly... I mean, you would never—”

“I didn’t.”

He’d caught me with my mouth hanging open, when he’d cut me off.

“I didn’t kill her. I promise you.”

Of course he hadn’t. It was obvious, even though the revolver had borne no fingerprints and, with the gloves that he always wore, he wouldn’t have left any. What motive could he have had? He was an amnesiac, and even if he hadn’t been, he still wouldn’t have had a reason to kill my godmother.

I took out my pen and notebook, the only things left in my case that hadn’t been confiscated. “Tell me what you know, Link. Everything.”

A beat. Then he straightened his posture and began to explain his side of the story. As it turned out, my intuition had been spot on. This whole mess was the design of the Yiga organization. Link told me about his encounter with them before the murder. They had blackmailed him into surrendering his revolver to them, after which he would never see it again.

Though, even without a hint of deceit in his tone or manner, I had questions about the means by which the Yiga had blackmailed him. He had virtually nothing to lose. Didn’t he?

In any case, I honestly had considered showing him the gun that I’d found on the scene that night, but somehow I’d had the distinct impression that he’d known nothing about it, despite the very object in question belonging to him. I’d thought perhaps someone from the organization had switched out his weapon for another without his noticing. It was no secret that even the police bureau was infested with their ilk. In the end, I hadn’t been far off the mark.

The whole time he spoke, he had his head lowered, hair falling in front of his eyes, as if something were holding them back from meeting mine. Then he muttered, “When I had my encounter with the organization, I...remembered.”

His limited annunciation meant I had to take a moment to decipher the syllables of the last word he’d uttered. Then they sank in. “Wait. What? You mean you...” It felt beyond strange to even speak the words after so long. “You got your memory back?”

He lowered his head further. Was that a nod?

My mind went back to what he’d said to me on that one occasion in the office, not long after this whole mess had first begun. “Link, you...” My hands curled into themselves around the strap of my satchel. “All this time...why didn’t you tell me?”

“I couldn’t,” he pleaded. “It would’ve been a hindrance to the investigation.” I hated to admit it, but he was right. Dropping that bomb on me would only have thrown my conscience deeper into its already tangled web of turmoil.

Amidst all the questions swirling in my mind, one suddenly appeared, eclipsing all the rest. “Why did you disappear back then?”

At this, he finally looked up and met my gaze. But when he did, his eyes were wide, almost trembling. His look seemed to cast the whole room into a great, looming darkness.

“Oh, it’s...it’s okay if you’d prefer not to talk about—”

“No,” he exclaimed. “I must.” But the way his shoulders came up to meet his ears and how rapidly his chest rose and fell told me it wasn’t going to be an easy story to tell. “It was the Yi—” He choked on his words. “The...organization.”

There it was again. The name of the group I’d been chasing without rest ever since their appearance eighteen years prior. “I knew it...” I mumbled without thinking.

He steeled himself, then continued. “That day, my father was picking me and my sister up after school. Normally we would’ve ridden home with him in his automobile, but that morning, he and I had planned to surprise Aryll by getting...I think it was ice cream, on our way back. Anyway, we decided to walk home that day. But...” His face darkened yet again. “But then...”

Pressing him for more details would have been beyond cruel. I could only imagine the horrors that those blackguards had put him and his family through. “How many of them were there?”

“I’m not sure. All I know is that they had us outnumbered.” I nodded along, without thinking, as he continued his tale. “They were all armed with what looked like military grade shotguns, and they wore those masks with the inverted Sheikah family crest... I’ve always known that I’d seen that image somewhere before.”

No one knew why the organization had chosen this symbol for themselves, though I personally suspected it to be a show of opposition.

“Anyway, after they sh...shot father,” he struggled, a hand coming up to his now quavering lips, “they must’ve felt threatened by Aryll and me, because the next thing they did was...shoot her, too.” The way his tone had started to oscillate and how his face had drained itself of colour made my stomach churn. His anguish was so clear, it was devastating. “One of them had said something to the ends of, ‘We can’t have you scamps telling on us.’ But before they could...’shut me up’ as well, I fled.” Another pause. He kept on breathing. “I was too terrified to notice which way I was going. The whole time I ran, they kept firing at me. They were too reckless to aim properly, though, mind.”

“Well...that’s lucky, at least,” I tried. This was met with a sigh of reluctant agreement. “Still, how did you make it out of that with your life?”

“They stopped chasing me when I made it out of the back alleys and into the open,” he explained. “I suppose they couldn’t risk revealing themselves.”

Now it all made sense. Seven years ago, when he’d vanished without a trace, it was as though he’d never even existed in the first place. No one could get in contact with him or his family, and yet, no one batted an eye about it. It had seemed I’d been the only one who’d thought of it as anything less than perfectly normal. Just like when my mother had lost her life.

“We never had the chance to get ice cream that day.” He looked all but ready to burst into tears with that sentence. That was the moment I realized, no matter how drastically the last seven years of hell had changed him, there was still a fragment of that playful, hollow-legged sixteen-year-old left deep in his dark, forgotten core. If there was a way to bring that bright-eyed child back out into the light, I would find it, even if it spelled my demise.

Even so, there was one thing left that had yet to be explained. “What about your amnesia?”

“Ah...” His brow furrowed in thought. “I don’t know what caused that, to be honest with you.” He seemed to be racking his mind, but to no avail. “By the time those thugs finally gave up, I didn’t recognize my surroundings. I remember trying to find my way home, but I suppose I just ended up getting myself even more lost from there.” It was no wonder. The street names in this town were of little help in navigation, and it wasn’t hard to understand why he might have been apprehensive to ask for directions in such a bustling and hostile environment, especially after what he’d just been subjected to. “So I fell asleep in the streets that night,” he concluded with a shivering exhale. “The next morning, I woke up without the slightest notion of who I was.”

My heart took a plunge at the thought of his young self curled up in some alleyway, like a baby bird who’d fallen from the nest. “It must have been some sort of mental defence mechanism,” I conjectured. “That’s the only explanation I can come up with.” He slowly nodded his agreement. “After that, then, I suppose the rest is history.”

“Indeed...”

The visitors’ room fell into a deep, reflective silence, one nothing like that which had had me gasping for air moments ago. I watched the weary feelings of dread swim in his once bright blue eyes, tearing him apart.

He’d spent five whole years in that cold, cramped ward without even a name by which to call himself. And now we were back where we’d started. He may have regained his memories in the end, but at what cost?

I no longer felt the need to hunt down those who had wronged me. Now, my only desire was to slip between the bars that stood between the two of us and whisk him away to a far off land, where no one would ever hurt us again. But I pushed the impossible daydream aside. Even if escape were an option, we’d only be running straight out into range of Yiga fire.

“After your trial tomorrow...well, at the very least, I’ll lose my badge,” I smiled waywardly. Then, letting it fade and rolling my shoulders back, “Until then, I swear, I’ll do everything within my power to prove your innocence. Then we can go out for ice cream together.”

His eyes shimmered with unshed tears when he looked up at me then. Now that I thought about it, this seemed like the first time I’d ever seen him come close to crying, even in the time before the incident. Of course, he’d seen me in tears countless times back then. I wondered if he remembered them.

“Zelda...?” My name had started to leave his lips with conviction, but weakened on its way out. “There’s...something else I should tell you.”

“Anything.”

Just then, I caught him straightening out the cuff of his black-barred sleeve, concealing the fair skin of his wrist, out of the corner of my eye. “Never mind.” He again cast his gaze downwards, muttering an inaudible, “It’s nothing,” under his breath.

[damn-stark]

Maybe I was wrong about you - Kai Parker imagine

Kai Parker x Vampire reader

A/N- Finally managed to post this! I hope you like it :)

Warning- mentions of alcohol and just fluff

Summary- After putting Kai Parker in yet another prison world it was time to get him out in order for him to help out with the twins. You had known him before and he was psychopath but now he says that he wants to change...again. And he plans on making you see that change and see that he can care for people espically you. Will he do that? Will he make you see change? Will he win you over?

—

Dear diary,

Theirs a person getting out of a prison world that I thought I would never see again. We have to get him out to see if he can help the twins avoid the merge. It’s been years since I last saw him, I wanted it to keep it that way but it’s unavoidable. He caused a lot of pain to all the people I cared about so the sooner he helps the sooner he leaves. I hope.

-

Are people capable of change? Yes. But not him.

But you needed him, he was the only person that can help the Saltzman twins avoid the merge. And even if you didn’t want to see him ever again Alaric was right we needed him.

“I still don’t like this idea.” You say to Alaric as you both wait for the twins to pull their crazy uncle out of his prison world.

“Yeah me neither but we need him.” Alaric told you sharing the same worry.

Their was a flash of light and the chanting stopped, the spot across from you that was empty now was occupied by none other than Kai Parker. He stood their confused at first, he was quiet as his eyes searched the room until he landed on you. When he saw you standing across from him he smirked. You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms on your chest.

“Why hello there.” Kai said breaking his silence. You sighed and stepped away.

Alaric and you explained to him everything that he needed to know and nothing more, it was hard not tear his heart out of his chest as he sat across from you. With his smug smile and his wandering stares but you knew you needed to resist. For the twins. You explained that you needed his help and that if he did then their was a chance that he would be able to live in the real world. As much as you hated it, he just wanted to make sure that after he helped he wouldn’t be placed back or killed.

“What?” You asked him in an annoyed tone as you felt him look at you.

“Oh nothing just you know getting used to seeing other people.” You rolled your eyes and continued reading the books from his family coven. As you couldn’t stand his close presence you stood up and sat further away from him. But even still you could feel and see his wondering gaze. “Kai I will rip your eyes out of their sockets if you don’t stop looking at me. Because either way you don’t need your eyes to help with what we need.” He laughed at your comment and walked to sit closer to you.

“You making threats? I like it. You’ve changed from the last time I saw you. Theirs more of a fire to you.” He said only making you more annoyed. You set the book down and finally met his gaze and his very taunting grin.

“Yeah well stuff has happened I had to change so now please be quiet and help.” You say as you picked up the book again. It was quiet for a moment but as you saw from the corner of your eye Kai put his book down you knew he was going to open his mouth.

“Let’s say if I know a way to help I want you to promise me that you won’t place me back in that prison world.” Kai said making you place the book down once again.

“If you help then maybe just maybe I’ll tell Ric not to place you back...but then again you’re crazy so I can’t promise you anything.” His smile fell completely and his face turned into a serious one.

“Believe me or not y/n I changed, after being stuck in their ive had time to think and think and change.” He said only making you scoff.

“Really? Because you said that last time and you murdered your sister and your entire coven so sorry if I don’t believe you.” You told him as you stood up to leave but as you did he vamped to stand in your way.

“You know I’ve always had this little crush on you, ever since I saw you for the first time when I got out of my first prison world. And I know that you’re nicer then your other friends were.”

“So?” You interrupted him.

“So I know you have a kind heart and see the good in people and I’ll show you that I changed I’ll prove it to you... you’ll see.” He said with once again his signature smirk.

“Oh please you’re not capable of change or for me to see good in you. I once tried and you proved me wrong so no Kai theirs no good in you or second chances.” You pushed past him but he once again got in your way.

“You know Damon was a bad person and he did a lot of awful things and yet you and all of your friends forgave that...and don’t make any excuses because I know what’s he done.” You stood in silence not being able to find words to even defend Damon. Because you knew that what Kai said was true. “I’ll prove it to you.” He said with a wink before he left the room, leaving you with nothing to say in return.

-

Weeks had passed and their was an answer thanks to....Kai, but their was still things you needed to avoid the merge.

In the time that had passed it was unmistakable to see how Kai was different. It made you more cautious and even a little paranoid, he did say that he wanted to change and maybe he was doing that but it was just hard to believe that. Mainly because him being nice is rare and something you’re not used to seeing....But maybe just maybe he was trying...maybe.

“In order to find this very old powerful object I need more power.” Kai said as he walked over to you.

“You’re a vampire now you have all the power you need.” He chuckled at your response and you just looked at him confused.

“Yes but my coven is dead along with their power so I need more power and the older the vampire the more powerful, so give me your hand.” He outstretched his hand so you could place yours on top, but you didn’t do as he said because you didn’t know if you wanted to believe him. Yes he hasn’t done anything to prove you wrong as of now, but you still had a hard time believing what he said. “Come on this thing is going to be hidden under hundreds of cloaks so I need more power.” You hesitated but you placed your hand on top of his.

You ignored his smile and the way his thumb brushed against your knuckles. Even if the pain was minimal you could still feel it as he siphoned your power. And yet even if their was slight pain you couldn’t stop thinking of his hand on yours, you didn’t want to think about it but you did as much as you tried to push it away.

“Found it.” He said as he let your hand go.

“Where?” You asked as you tried to put some distance between the two of you, but he still got closer. He smiled and then reached for your jacket pocket, your nose scrucnched up in confusion but you didn’t move. He looked at you and you met his gaze for a second before turning away. He then reached inside and pulled out what he was looking for. He smiled and threw it up to only catch it.

“Really Kai?”

“I just needed an excuse.” He said as he put it on the table.

“Whatever.”

-

Dear diary,

Today...today is my birthday, the big 500. I thought I stopped celebrating birthdays centuries ago but no. Lizzie persists on throwing a party because as she says it’s not everyday someone turns 500. So we’re having a party and well I was never one to say no to the twins. But that’s beside the point Kai says he’s close to getting what he needs and I really hope he’s saying the truth....I see change in him..but I won’t tell him I see it...atleast not yet.

“I still think this is ridiculous but thank you girls I appreciate you guys doing this.” You say as you turn away from the mirror and looked over at the girls. They both had big smiles on their faces.

“You look so beautiful!” Josie said as she clasped her hands together.

“I did do a great didn’t I?” Lizzie said, right after they both ran to give you a hug.

“Thank you girls for helping me get ready and this party.” You said to them and they both smiled sweetly in return.

“You know I think our uncle Kai is definitely going to be swooning over you.” Josie said making Lizzies face scrunch up in disgust.

“Eww Josie please never saying swooning or ever mention what you just did that’s gross.” Lizzie said and you couldn’t help but laugh not at what she said but the way she said it.

“Why? It’s obvious that he has a thing for y/n.” Josie responded back only making Lizzies face scrunch up more.

“Because Josie! If you didn’t know our uncle is a psycho!” You wanted to comment that he want the same as he once was but you didn’t want to end up falling in argument that could last hours.

“Okay girls lets go they’re waiting for us downstairs.”

As you got closer to where the party was being held you could already hear the booming of the music and thanks to your vamp hearing you could hear some conversations and laughter all from the students you taught and some you didn’t. Either way the party was nice but you couldn’t drink since their was students in the room and well your drinking buddies were human now and Caroline was miles away. The party was also just a distraction for what the twins to get their minds off the solution to avoid the merge which we got closer to everyday. It’s a supposed to be a good thing but we’re all scared that anything could go wrong at any minute.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” A wide and happy smile grew on your face as you heard everyone shout. Your happiness only grew as you saw the faces of Caroline and Bonnie the people who you thought you wouldn’t see. You also saw Elena and Damon. But even still with all your friends here your eyes locked with someone else’s in the room.Kai’s. He was standing not that far away from Damon. You smiled softly at him and before you could read more of his reaction you were being pulled by the twins.

The evening went on with students saying happy birthday to you, you caught up with your friends who were more like family but a little distant since now everyone lives their own life some here or some traveling the world.

Even with the party going great you still found yourself alone outside with tears and a sad smile as you held onto a photo of you and your husband...Tyler Lockwood, who had left you with a gap in your heart.

“Hey.” You heard Kai say behind you, you didn’t have to see who it was to recognize who the voice belonged to, you turned nonetheless.

“Hey, what are you doing out here?” You asked as you made room for him to sit.

“I could ask you the same thing, I’m out here because I noticed that the guest of honor was missing from her party.” You smiled at his comment only making him smile more. “You shouldn’t be out here crying on your 500th birthday.”

“Theirs a song that says the opposite.” You joked making him chuckle in response.

“I did bring this.” He said as he pulled out a bourbon bottle that he had hidden. The sadness you felt was gone without even knowing and without knowing the little time he was here he was already filling the gap Tyler had left. “Okay I took it from Damon but it doesn’t really matter.”

“My hero.” You say as you grab the bottle from his hand. The next few minutes it was quiet but it wasn’t an awkward silence. You felt him look at you and when you turned to meet his gaze it was soft something rare for him but it was the way he only looked at you.

“I just want to say that you...you look uhh very....” you completely turned your attention to him as you noticed he was struggling with what he wanted to say. You weren’t the only one who noticed though, hidden in the distance was all of your friends who were watching and listening carefully at your interaction.

“What’s he saying Caroline?!”

“Damon be quiet or shes going to hear us!” Caroline whispered shouted. But even she couldn’t keep to herself as she tried not laugh. “He’s trying to give her a compliment.” As soon as Damon heard that, he was the one who burst out laughing but was quickly pulled away by Elena.

“Very.... beautiful.” The last bit he had said in almost a whisper. You smiled sweetly at him and noticed how flustered he was. Again a rare sight for him but one you liked. It showed that he wasn’t the man from before he was actually changing.

“Thank you.” You said as you reached for his hand that was resting on the bench. He was surprised by the interaction but he didn’t take long to return the gesture. “Thank you for everything, for what you’re doing for the twins.. thank you” you rested your hand on his shoulder only making him feel more nervous as he never got this kind of interaction from anyone until now with you. And he didn’t plan to lose that feeling. “Maybe I was wrong about you...no I was, you did change..thank you.”

“I told you.”

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[chimcharstar]

I ASK EVERYTHING FROM ANGEL TO WOBBLY

COMING RIGHT UP

♡ cute asks ♡

angel; do you have a nickname?

G!

awe; how old are you?

21

baby; favorite color?

purple

bloop; spirit animal?

i know what youre trying to do bug

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

my favourite movie today is always be my maybe. do yourself a favor and watch keanu reeves act his heart out

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

lucky, a little white tiger. i still have her.

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

maybe my mom making me tea or something. ow ow nostalgia

bright; mermaids or fairies?

fairies

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

YEAH

buttercup; showers or baths?

showers

butterfly; dream destination?

maybe ... the countryside, but one i havent been to before?

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

yes, very. while feeling at war with it all the time cause of the gay angst. but lbr. i prayed for some coffee and i got some. i also pray when some real shit is happening. its just my nature. i have a very strong intuition when im not panicking. TOO BAD MY PARENTS DISHED OUT TONS OF SPIRITUAL ABUSE I CANT REALLY HEAL FROM

calm; favorite scent?

this candle that has vanilla in it. i like the smell of vanilla because it smells sweet and im like. !!!! kindness!!!

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

i dreamed my siblings were all bickering and blaming each other endlessly and saying cruel things, and i was trying to tell them to stop but my voice was hoarse and no one could hear me. the voice part makes more sense when you consider i lost my voice talking lots at the Job and ive been Way too worried about it and its also a Passing thing

charming; have you ever been in love?

yes... overrated

cozy; eye/hair color?

red hair green eyes

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

the afternoon when i can take a walk with some coffee and music or, faceplant on my bed and fall asleep on the spot and then wake up feeling very well napped

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

i really like bonsais. or ... whatever type of bonsai i keep buying. they grow fast so you can notice their progress, they can survive bad mental health weeks, and you can shape them, they kind of grow with you

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

i .... forget a lot. i forget these kinds of things. i hope it doesnt mean it didnt matter to me. i remember being really lonely on my last birthday and pretending not to be and then crying to my diary that no one is allowed to read

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

any bonsai, any jacket, thats my soul. or my phone lol

cutsie; what makes you happy?

people saying small nice things

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

just the other day when i was starting to play stardew valley again and i had some tea i think... 

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

i want to have been Known as more than just shy and polite

daylight; favorite album of all time?

idk of all time, but say you will by fleetwood mac FUCKS, i will destroy my ears on public transit with that

dear; zodiac sign?

sagittarius

delightful; concerts or museums?

?????? N/A unfortunately

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

yes, i have written all sorts of letters, not snail mail but yknow... that is my jam. i have used it for good and evil

dobby; dream job?

writer of , books or screenplays or something

doll; how do you like to dress?

behold my array of gay jackets. hoods... gay layers... with some flowers. i have some shit with flowers on it. an old man complimented me on a train once. because im amazing

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

my roommates say theres a ghost dude downstairs but ive never seen him. not really actually.

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

no, and ive thought about a tattoo but im like... i cant imagine picking a decoration and then being satisfied with it for the rest of my life, and being so... open like that, i change my mind and worry too much...

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

yes bitch. theres water on mars im sitting here patiently

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

the demigirl reading this

fairy; do you have a pet?

no :(

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

mountain... no ocean.. im feeling ocean

forever; where do you feel time stop?

i havent felt like that in a looong time. maybe this one place with streams, when its raining really heavily and everythings Gushing

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

i have kept... 5 bonsais alive for a while.

garden; how many languages do you know?

one. with some rocky french that makes me ACTUALLY want to learn french, and then frustratingly be on the brink of speaking french

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

i cant find the name right now but they make this pixel art and put sentences that are kinda so gentle and pining... i love it

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

homemade coffee in a messy kitchen with some sun coming in, youre kind of sleepy

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

yes!!! i wanna talk!!!!!

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

ok... i know how to be Respectful, im a strong person, im good with self-expression, i like my voice... AND IM CUTE

heart; silk or lace?

silk

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

coffee, so much sugar and a bit of scream.

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

BIRD WATCHING. because watching people can get awkward real fast, and birds dont give a fuck. birds are fat little boys jumpin around. they dont worry about their jobs. i respect that. 

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

Harmonious People Noises. i dont actually listen to sounds going to sleep when maybe i should. because of how i grew up im fine listening to music or people playing instruments falling asleep, even with the light on

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

that part of autumn where its colourful and not too cold not too hot, and sun everywhere

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

i do stuff like take walks and do a few errands and water plants... and just chill and enjoy not having pressing stuff to do. 

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

i am a serious giggler but i recently got a booming laugh, or it sounds like that to me

kinky; do you blush easily?

no. apparently not. but sometimes i feel my face heat up and then im really, really counting on it that that doesnt mean im blushing because its at the worst possible times to blush

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

SOULMATE... SOMEONE I DONT HAVE TO SAY GOODBYE TO...

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

i feel like i already answered this but ill pick a different time. evening is nice because im a night owl and i focus better and i can relax and do whatever

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

fleetwood mac and bLAST it on public transit

love; what is your favorite season and why?

autumn, because pretty, haloween

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

i dont know about macaron but that cookie dough ice cream is some good

magic; what are five flaws you have?

overthinking, clinging to comfort zone, procrastinating, isolating, either i dont stand up for myself or i do it too harshly

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

they all sound so lovely im feeling warm neutrals rn

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

emotional labour, similar energy level

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

I JUST WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH SOMEONE and there has to be food

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

doing THIS... all my free time... is basically by myself

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

you dont have to be useful to be valuable. you deserve love just because you exist, and even if you feel strongly that everything sucks, that could be your comfort zone talking. im having a mental health week

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

cook. id bake but then i eat stuff that doesnt make my stomach as happy

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

oh its GORGEOUS. i have been practising my handwriting in my Diary for Months.

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

yes, piano mostly... ive been feeling Urges to play guitar lately that have surprised me

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

doing something restful/mentally restoring like taking a break or talking calming things to myself

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

LOVE THAT ZUCCHINI...F RY THAT BITCH WITH GARLIC AND ONION...

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

i have not read a book

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

realizing im trans

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

ill think of a nice one, moving away from my parents, theres been so much healing

shine; art or music?

MUSIC

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

yes

smitten; do you collect anything?

bonsais?? 

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

one

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

chocolate, any,

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

phone camera, ithas all these cool filters and things it can do, it says my plants are food

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

occasionally. its mostly the black tourmaline bracelet

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

sunset, that is the beautifulest

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

with headphones. i just ... maybe this is a growing up thing but i cant imagine Taking Up Space playing my music out loud... then other people can judge my music choice... theyd Know things about me... 

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

save ums. i have this answer ready to go. that is because after five i stopped having a tv

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

my rooooooommmmmmmmmm my BED

soothe; digital or vinyl?

digital? what is this about?

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

my sister. she always says i never hang out but ... she doesnt seem interested in things i actually like... she tries and she cares but...

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

loyal, honest

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

practical, i just cant focus on aesthetic because then i get way too picky with eeeverything

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

NO, unless i am on tumblr where there are no Laws. or it depends on how easy the person is to talk to.

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

yes, yes but NOT RIGHT NOW, i think kids are really Good, theyre simple and honest

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

i look up to the Bosses at my work, i mean they seem like they try really hard and do a good job and they have to lead everyone else too i respect that

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

the emotional intelligence dial. it is maybe too far. but im realizing that isnt so common.

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

i hope, at least the kind i would want. probably very energetic, with negative or positive stuff

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

another person at work called me by my last name. i find this funny because 1) it sounds funny to just shout 2) why are they all so fascinated with it .... yknow its because they wanted it to see if it was ramsay. did they seriously think. bunch of cooking nerds. is this their new power move.

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

niGHT OWL

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

shapeshifting

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

home, but i would enjoy going out with the right people i think. which has never happened.

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

no

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

tidy

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

yes, and no. my heart is set on being Out in the Nature though. i dont know if i can really really go back to where i grew up. theres so many complicated and painful feelings around it, and im not really welcome. 3

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

yes, i wish on all kinds of stuff all the time

[grievd]

╰ ♡    * ❛ i know i haven’t always been there in the past, but i'm here now. i'm trying. please, just let me in. ❜ &. @story1ines

someone   can   easily   pretend   to   be   brave   ,   pretend   to   have   everything   under   control.   but   in   reality   ,   you   are   the   only   one   who   knows   what’s   under   the   surface   and   that   everything’s   spinning   uncontrollably.    ❛   care   ,   i'm   really   sorry   for   making   you   feel   this   way.   ❜   she   hated   lying   straight   to   her   face   ,   absolutely   loathed   it   ,  not   being   able   to   tell   her   about   the   things   she’s   been   dealing   with   lately   :   she   hated   being   distant.   ❛   i   want   to   tell   you   everything   ,   i   really   do    .  .  .   ❜  even   her   wording   wasn’t   assured   ,   voice   trembling   ,   unsure   of   the   continuation.   what   was   she   supposed   to   tell   her   ?   what   kind   of   explanation   would   be   convincing   enough   ?   to   be   completely   honest   :   elena   had   no   idea.   ❛    .  .  .    but   i   just   can't.   ❜

[grievd]

╰ ♡    * ❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ &. @salvatoraes

SOFT   LAUGHTER   ,   it's   almost   as   if   flowers   blossomed   in   her   smile   :   a   brief   head   shake   as   her   gaze   roams   over   his   figure   ,   her own leaning   against   the doorway.   ❛   your   shirt   ?   i   don't   think   so.   ❜   playful   teasing   slips   past   lips   just as   easy   as   breathing   ,   a   step   back   ,   porcelain   features   radiate   nothing   but   pure   joy.   ❛    but   you   can   always   come   and   try   checking   it   for   youself.   ❜   corners   of   her   mouth   curl   up   forming   a   provocative   smirk   ,   clearly   ,   it   was   more   of a   challenge   rather   than   a   suggestion. 

[grievd]

╰ ♡    * ❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜  &. @soulessavicr

IT   TORE   AT   HER   :   how   her   life   changed   overnight   ,   how   things   became   the   way   they   were   &   how   there   was   nothing   she   was   able   to   do   about   it.   she   couldn't   comprehend   how   everything   she   once   believed   in   ,   was   in   fact   ,   not   even   close   to   being   accurate.   ❛   i   don't   think   it   matters   anymore.   ❜   her   feet   come   to   a   full   stop   once   she   hears   him   speak   ,  lips   tilt   downward   in   a    slight   frown   ,   her   teeth   clamp   her   bottom   lip   to   keep   it   from   shaking   in   a   mixture   of   desolation  &.  nonchalance   ,   gaze   roaming   over   stefan’s   figure.   ❛   why   are   you   here   anyway   ?   i   thought   you   said   you'd   stay   away   from   me.   ❜   even   though   deep   down   she   knew   it   was   for   the   better   :   she   didn't   want   him   to   ,   she   needed   him   not   to. 

[grievd]

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