#mostly passion mixed with a little salt

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Olfactophilia

ST☆RISH - HE★VENS

TW FOR SEMI SUGGESTIVE CONTENT! These are my personal headcanons on what I think the idols would wear. You do not have to agree with me. I just dislike how Broccoli always gives their character merch scents like; apple or lavender. They are adult men in an entertainment industry. They usually get promotional items so I think that they have preferences... But I also have a thing for exploring the world around me with my nose first. I hope you enjoy.

Quick explanation; top notes, middle notes, and base notes are the length of how long the scent will last when applied. Top notes; 5 - 15 minutes / Middle notes; 1 hour / Base notes; Max of 6 hours

Reiji Kotobuki

Le Beau Paradise Garden by Jean Paul Gaultier Masculine Cologne Around 130 USD // 20,094 Yen

So I picked this mostly based on my perception of Reiji. I think he is so wonderful and silly. And the design of the bottle reminds me of him in a way that I cannot explain. His canon scent/associated smell from what I have seen is usually… Grass? Earth and forest smell. Which is fine. But I think he needs something… Cuter? Reiji is a big clown character so I think that something akin to lawn clippings isn’t as fun and whimsical as he is. So I chose this! The top notes are ginger, mint, water notes (these are molecules combined to mimic the ‘scent’ of clean freshwater!) and green notes(grass usually)! This is to create a very fresh smell when it’s first applied. The middle notes are coconut, fig, and salt. I really like this for Reiji because it’s masculine but also it feels almost… Like a mature beach trip. If that makes sense. In a fun way! Lastly the base notes are tonka beans and sandalwood so it all fades down to this which is very warm. Please imagine visiting the lake after a drive with him and spending the whole day together until night time!~! That kind of scent.

Reiji is always looking for ways to get you closer…

Ranmaru Kurosaki

Eros Flame by Versace Masculine Cologne Around 115 USD // 17,219 Yen

Ranmaru usually has something ‘spicy’ or amber for his scent which actually makes sense to me. But again usually when they say spicy it’s cinnamon and only cinnamon… Which reminds me more of Xmas than it reminds me of a sexy man. So I picked Eros Flame by Versace because I actually have smelled this cologne in person. A long time ago I smelled it and it wasn’t for me personally. But I can’t deny it smelled good. The top notes are mandarin orange, Madagascar pepper (spicy!), chinotto(sour and tart fruit that is similar to an orange), rosemary, and lemon. So it’s very citrusy on top and the scent is almost like… Potpourri? So it's a nice bowl of fruit when he comes in to hug you. The middle notes are geranium, pepperwood, and rose so it’s very floral and gently mixing in with the lingering fruit scent! Which can be a little intense but the bite of the spice smell remains. The base notes are vanilla, tonka bean, sandalwood, Texas cedar, patchouli, and oakmoss! Very calm and earthy smells with that hidden sweetness. I think it fits Ranmaru very well because he is very passionate, but there’s also a softness there!

Ranmaru wants to make sure you know that he likes you…

Ai Mikaze

MISSING PERSON by PHLUR Unisex Cologne Around 99 USD // 15,047 Yen

My original choice for Ai was Molecule 01 but I changed my mind. I like this much better. So my original choice was me viewing Ai Mikaze as physically what he is and not who he is which was very hurtful of me! MISSING PERSON is supposed to replicate the lingering scent of your lovers bare skin. It is intimate, but nonsexual. If I recall, Ai usually gets floral scents which actually does make sense for me. I just am not the biggest fan of the constant usage of lavender when it comes to idol merchandise. Ai is still a 'child' so... I will allow it. The top notes are bergamot (if an orange and a lemon had a baby that would be the smell), jasmine, and musk (powdery, sweet, feminine!). Imagine the person you love finally dry after a long and relaxing shower. The top notes are meant to imitate that, which I very much agree with... The middle notes are orange blossom, cyclamen, and neroli. These are all floral smells and as the top notes fade it's a lingering and pleasant smell that will leave you at ease. Finally, the base notes are white musk (more masculine!), white wood, and Australian sandalwood. As everything winds down you are left with a softness in the cologne that I really like for Ai. He is not just a machine made to replicate who once was. He is 愛!~!

As Ai grows and learns, you can see that he really is his own person...

Camus

The Omniscient Mr. Thompson by Penhaligon's Masculine Cologne Around 315 USD // 47, 747 Yen

This was also not my first choice but my first choice was so basic I forgot the name. This cologne is insanely expensive because the bottle is only 75ml for the price. Which isn't a lot but it is very strong... It is butler inspired, which Camus plays that role while on stage but also even outside of that the scent reminds me of him. In a good way! The top notes are lavender, pink pepper, and elemi (a type of amber with a pine smell!). It comes off as sweet and masculine. The scent tends to linger which it's like... "You will see me" if that makes sense. The middle notes are orris root (powdery earth smell), black pepper, and geranium. The pepper is back! But pink pepper and black pepper are different when it comes to colognes and perfumes. Pink pepper is more for a sweeter spice smell. Imagine a finely aged whiskey while black pepper is a biting spice meant to give you the feeling of intensity. So the middle notes are much warmer and mature than the top ones. Finally our base notes are vanilla, sesame, and oak! When it all fades down to the base as a whole... It's impossible to explain other than elegant. It is very strong scent wise but it fades quickly. So even before entering a room the smell is going to attract you. I am actually a very big fan of this one. I love almost every fragrance from this collection...

Camus knows that the smell will cling to your clothes when he's finished with you...

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Since I was gone so long I thought I might do a little reintroduction 🧠

Hey people I love! 🫀

My name is Colson but you can call me Col or Jinx. I was on here originally as Jinx before my Tumblr disappeared but for about two years I've been back and mostly used Col. I'm great with either 🌹

I'm a trans man, he/they 🏳️‍⚧️

I'm mostly a Yungblud and Machine Gun Kelly fan page, I do fics, updates, and pic edits but I do a little bit of everything with a lot of my life sprinkled in, sometimes including my health problems (I'm open about all of it if you ever have questions) I actually love questions and asks as long as people are nice 🖤

Just thought I'd introduce myself in case any of my mutuals are new. This is somewhat of an 18+ blog, at least leaning that way but all I mean by that is sometimes subjects are a little mature. Thank you for stopping by and I hope you enjoy! Stay a while if you want just please be respectful. I don't tolerate any racism or hate against the LGBTQIA+ or mental or physical health hate. I'm sure I'm missing something but you get the idea I'm sure. I love you all and I'm here if you need me!

-Col the Jinx 💕

🖤 Masterlist 🖤

Yes Daddy Verse/Saga of Smut

Dom x Colson

Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly

I Think I'm Okay (prequel)

5 Times Col Came in His Pants and 1 Time He Finally Made Dom Do It

Drown Out The Demons

Romcom Bullshit

Much Better Workout

Sex and Candy

Claimed in Ink and Cum

Sweet as Sin

Yes Daddy

Spoiled Princess

What Daddy Likes

Like I Love You

Reverse Cowgirl Barbie

Sex on a Stick

Baby Boy

Pure No Longer

Sext Edits

Adventures in Toyland

Full on Sex Symbol

They Felt Eternal

Their Natural State

Ride or Die

Sin on Stilettos and a Cotton Candy Soul

Crimson Coated Candy

Piss Drenched Devil

Chocolate Kisses and Golden Showers

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding

Sin in Snow White Taffeta and Latex

Freshly Fucked and Beautifully Filthy Manhandled Marionette of a Bride

Watercolor Wet Dream Come to Life

Drifting Deep in Hopefully Wet Dreamland

Flesh to Flesh

Five Times is a flashback series in the Yes Daddy Verse, it is set between the prequel and the first chapter- Yes Daddy. I placed it all in order 🖤

Adventures in Toyland is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse, I'll still list them all in order and may add to any sections at any time. Let me know if you have ideas! 🖤

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse happening after Adventures in Toyland, they're all listed in order and you guessed it, the boys finally get married! 🖤

-Omegaverse AU-

Gunpowder and Watermelon

Autocorrected Anxiety Attacks and Messy Sexts

Pachyderms and Pointed Teeth

Knocked Up Knockouts and Cheesy Puns

A Little Less Sparkle, A Little More Reality

The Overwhelming Significance of Surprisingly Small Jellybeans

The Folly of Fracturing Sharp China and Soft Hearts

Fear and Lusting in London Flats

The Inevitability of Egos Clashing and Vicious Tongue Lashings

Of Sugar and Spice and Virgin Tight Asses

A Rebel's Yell and a Gangster's Paradise

Candy Hearts and Paper Cut Families

Photogenic Admissions and Confessional Panic Attacks

Little Shop of (W)horrors in a Pastel Hell

The Inescapable Moment of Truth and the Consequences of Open Black Hearts

Milk Chocolate Cherry Kisses and Birthday Wishes

Working Out the Kinks Under Hot Lights and Wanting Stares

The Taming of a Wild Boy

The Dynamics of a Bright Future and How to Reach It

Pride and Phenomenal Passion

Stereotypes and Salt in the Wound

What to Expect from an Expecting Omega

Patched Up Cuts and Mixed Up Blood

Alpha, Omega, a Nuisance, a Rebel

Lost Boy in Toyland

Starry Eyed and Punch Drunk

Mirrored Reflections and Babes from Outer Space

Believing in Love Songs and Tall Tales

Go Down Just Like Holy Mary

Piss Kinks, Morning Drinks, and Brand New Nicknames

Animated Arguments and Matching Love Languages

Screaming and Dreaming for the Future

Son of Rage and Love

Son of a Bitch and Edgar Allan Poe

Couch Confessions and Heavy Petting

Early Spawning and Other Lessons (Family Don't End With Blood)

One Flew Over the Klepto's Nest

Old Magic and Animal Aptitude

Strawberries and Cinnamon Toast

Your Body is a Wonderland

Born With Horns

In the Midst of Mild Madness

What's in a Name?

Spare the Rod Spoil the Alpha

To Cut or Not to Cut

Our Blood Got Mixed Up So I Guess We Belong to Each Other

Feels Like the Very First Time

Headboards and Scratched Tats

Best Alarm Clock

The Beasts Inside Disguised as Beauty

Popsicles and Pink Cheeks

The omegaverse AU is separate from the Yes Daddy Verse. The boys are still themselves but in an ABO world. Alpha Col and Omega Dom

-The Viking and the Fae- (an AU)

Where the Sea and Land Kiss

A Chieftain's Vow

Under the Thrall

The Long Sword's Hilt

Taste Like the Sea

Inga Knows Best

Feast Fit for a King

How the Waves Dance

The Forest Meets the Sea

The Soulmate Stalemate

The Taste of Truth and Tall Tales

The Wave Cresting

The Wave That Drowns

The Red Sea and the Viking Who Conquered It

Seal With a Kiss

A Broken Past and a Sea of Tears

The Siren's Tease and the Secrets Spilled

War and Pieces of Each Other

The Storm that Rocks the Waves

The Hush Between

Viking/Selkie AU. Separate from other fics but still Dom and Colson

[starwell-tarot]

Hi, I seen you answer something about Aries Venus. Could I ask you what it’s like to date one? I know this guy with it, but everyone tells me they’re heartbreakers and they only lust not love. And they fall quick but fall out of love even quicker

Hello!

I can give you all the info I've gathered so far. 😁

As always, please take what you read with a grain of salt as I am in no way a professional. Astrology is my hobby and my information is a mix of research I've read and observations I've made, so things can be pretty biased!

Keep in mind other aspects in the natal chart can heavily influence the behavior of a person, and that I can always be wrong about something I say and I don't mind being corrected. 😊

So, here we go! I am an Aries Venus woman. But I'm not gonna spend this time to only prove wrong the stereotypes. 😂 Because truth is, Venus in Aries can be players. It depends on their level of interest. Let me explain further by describing Aries:

Aries is ruled by Mars, the planet of action, passion, dedication and motivation. Mars ruled, Aries is stubborn, always ready to put up a fight, independent, blunt and with a strong desire to lead. With that said, I'll list my observations.

1. Aries Venus actually do enjoy challenges and the chase, and should be allowed to be the ones to lead the chase. They like "come get me" attitudes. They like to lead in the idea of "let me show you everything that I am and can offer you. I'll give you me piece by piece if you accept me". They want to show you how much they can spoil you. How much they can carry you in life, how happy they can make you feel.

I would say courting an Aries Venus yourself, when they don't show clear initiative towards you first, can be difficult.

2. Aries Venus tend to be extremely blunt. They're go getters and straightforward. Sometimes they do seem impulsive and will want to confess their heart out or drown you in kisses completely out of the blue 😂

Still, while the chase is very entertaining to them, they don't like to be thrown for a loop and kept guessing. If they are passionate enough and faced with someone who is playing hard to get, even tiny little crumbs of feeling like they're 'winning' or 'getting closer' can keep them going. As long as the crumbs exist, however. If they sense someone doesn't want them, is pretending or even worse, lying - or hiding some truth from them, they'll leave.

But playfulness is okay. Giving them a challenge is okay. It's preferred they find a partner who will want to play fight with them (and maybe let them win 😂) as long as everything in good spirits and just for fun. Healthy Aries Venus don't want to seriously compete with you, and they don't like playing mind games.

3. Aries placements are all about passion and intensity. This is mostly where they split into categories of heartbreakers or single-mindedness.

This stereotype is that they fall in love fast and then fall out super fast and move on even faster. A sock a day, as they might say. I feel this can happen if their passion is towards the chase itself. If they want to be with a person, any person. If they just want to date, basically. If all they want is romance, thrill and adventure and to win someone over, then yes. They're gonna 'fabricate their passion for the person'. The person can feel as if their lover is literally burning them alive with passion and interest but it could be short lasting if all they want is casual fun. (Or if they're going along with a relationship just to see what will come out of it)

Furthermore, they can break hearts if their relationships become boring halfway. They feed off of passion, off of a dynamic relationship where you keep admiring each other and proving love to each other on a daily. They hate feeling stagnant or as if 'i love you' is just normal now or like a daily task. If they become bored or feel the other person isn't as passionate in the relationship as they are, or that the relationship is dying or becoming too sluggish, they're gonna leave.

However in most cases, (and by that I mean mostly in healthy cases) Aries is independent and self sufficient. They're usually not co-dependent and just dating for the thrill of it isn't fun. They'd more likely want to wait to meet a person who truly sets them on fire and then - and only then chase after them as if their life depends on it.

I've personally heard Aries Venus date rarely, and like I said, only if their attraction to that person is very strong. A simple interest or likey-likey doesn't really phase the kind of Aries Venus who are searching for THE PERSON who will keep them in love forever. They're ride or die type people and search for a love so loyal, so dedicated, so intense it will burn them alive.

If someone does catch their eye and the passion goes to their head, everyone is gonna know. (Sometimes they won't though. Sometimes they're gonna be hilariously oblivious to their own feelings while everyone else knows) Their love is LOUD. They chase, they compliment, they shower in affection, attention. They're very blunt about it and won't even struggle to hide it. I often say, Aries Venus is the most likely Venus sign to do that kinda movie scene where they bring a boom box to your window to serenade you and hold a love confession written on a gigantic cardboard.

If that person then returns their passion, is open to being playful and active, can maintain a certain degree of independence in the relationship, is honest, intense and loyal, the Aries Venus will wanna stay forever 😂

They can be the epitome of single-mindedness in this case, kinda like Scorpio placements. (Since traditionally they're both Mars-ruled). They're gonna be so decided, so sure and committed. They're gonna have 'me and you against the world' vibes and feel as if they're literally bloodbound to their peers (be it friends or lovers.) Protective. Somewhat possessive or territorial, maybe. And the intensity, sometime it's not cool and romantic like in the movies. Sometimes, it's actually way too intense and they need to let people breathe.

Articles on the internet say they also need space in relationships often 🤔 I'm not very sure.

I'd go on a limb and say one might also face troubles with them wanting to do things 'their way' in relationships. They might dislike romantic culture in some cases 🤔

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I think that's all I have. 😁

Once more, this is me writing based off of the material I've read before and my personal experiences. Things can be wrong, as some things written are just assumptions. You can always leave feedback. ✨

[brooklynislandgirl]

When it comes to the gifts that Eddie Brock possesses, clothing is little more than an affectation. Strictly speaking, he doesn't need it. For more time in his life than he's prepared to admit to most people, he went almost entirely without it; his Other did the heavy lifting for guarding his modesty. But there are some places, such as beaches -- no matter how secluded Beth assures him this one is -- where he finds it easier to conform to the societal expectation that certain bits be stowed from sight.

Not that it matters much. The look on Beth's face to be so close to Pacific waters is nearly as radiant as the overhead sun, with nary a cloud in the sky. There's no hope for him out here. Regardless of how much sunscreen she had helped him apply, he still feels like he's a cookie mid-bake. And his heart is melting into chocolate goo over that beaming smile of hers.

He really has no regrets about coming out here. Not at all. Not even when he'd faltered seventeen times in a row on the surfboard she'd loaned him and eaten -- not gulped, he would insist, but eaten -- seawater each and every time. Nor when he'd trailed his bedraggled behind back onto the beach and slumped ignominiously down on the hot sand beside her beach towel. She's aglow with the kiss of the sun, and those sunglasses are almost comically too large for her face, but damn if they don't complete the look. She is a picture of absolute adoration.

And then he risks ruining it by opening his mouth.

❝ I got sand in places sand should never be… ❞

In The Summertime || Accepting

She pulls her sunglasses low to watch Eddie over the top of their rims, wearing the smile of a woman so incredibly in love, because that is what she is. In love with the world right now, the familiar salt kiss of her Mother, the whisper of Her waves that doesn't carry any traffic or city noise. The Pacific stretches endlessly toward the horizon and if she had far enough vision she might catch a glimpse of her islands. She is in love with Helios and the heat shining down onto them, a change from San Francisco's mild temperatures and drizzle. But mostly, Beth is incredibly in love with Eddie Brock. For all that he is red despite the sunscreen, and wearing board shorts because Beloved might not enjoy the heat like she does, he is still beautiful. He's done everything she could possibly ask; from coming on this impromptu vacation, waking at sunrise for dawn patrol, practising his own prowess ~or lack thereof~ on a borrowed board; one of the largest ones in her quiver, because her smaller ones were not really a good fit for the big waves. She beams at him, and for once doesn't seem so self-conscious in this, her natural environment, her still drying hair gone fully native and framing her face. Her skin tawny and glistening in the afternoon light. She laughs crystalline and pure when he grumps at his travails, making it only worse for himself when he doesn't bother with the towel she'd brought for him. Taking her glasses off and setting them aside, atop of her book, she scoots closer to him, before leaning her head into the solid wall of his chest. The kisses pressed into his sandy skin are softly romantic, lacking teeth but no less passionate for all that she is feeling tender. "We could go back up f' da beach house, an' I could help you shower all of it down da drain. You could stretch out on da bed, an' I'll rub da stiffness out of your muscles, den you can take a nap while I make dinner." By dinner, she means making the chicken-pecan-cranberry salad that she recently learned how to make. There's no actual cooking involved, more simply mixing and toasting the sourdough bread they'd brought to the bed and breakfast she'd rented for said holiday out of the city. They are still within delivery range if he wanted something more substantial that didn't require Eddie to do the lion's share of cooking, but she seems intent on spoiling him. Her fingers flirt with his ribs, and she fixes him with a deliriously happy sidelong glance. "I even have a surprise...dere's a flourless dark chocolate an' raspberry torte for dessert."

[twistednuns]

August 2022

Manage your reactions but do not suppress your emotions - yung pueblo

Meeting Óscar again. Waking up in Cancún, sitting under the happy lime mural during sunrise, watching the cats on the roof and the city slowly waking up.

Sharing a sweet and a savory breakfast dish.

That barista in Holbox - she had a very cool style with magical tattoos: a spell book, bats, potions... Of course she was from CDMX like basically every cool Mexican I connected with during my time there. We talked about language apps and shared our sun/moon/rising signs. On top of that she served a killer Café Latte frío.

In Holbox I also realised that I love those long, straight, overgrown sand paths that end in an ocean view. Sweet anticipation.

Drinking while submerged in water. The shower, a pool, the sea. Such a luxurious feeling.

Fresh passion fruit juice with lots of seeds. Tiny baby bananas. Fruit for breakfast. Coming back to Tulum, retracing my well-trodden paths.

A morning swim to stretch my creaky back after lying still for too long. Ocean yoga - great to practice difficult asanas. If you fall you'll land very softly.

Tacos and quesadillas, salsa verde, chipotle con mayonesa, Chiles Rellenos. Slim Pop palomitas. Salt and Lime on everything (weirdly enough also delicious in Peñafiel mineral water!)

My macramé hammock with an ocean view.

Walking through the water along the sandbank to our own private beach, carrying our backpacks on top of our heads.

All the animals I'm not used to: pelicans, geckos, iguanas, stingrays, needlefish, calamari. I even saw a whale shark from up close.

Snorkelling in Akumal. There were large sea turtles popping up their heads right next to me! Wonderful creatures.

Lunch with Ellie and Elena from Nottingham, two charmingly positive travellers.

Renting an electric bicycle in Tulum. Meeting the Barbels again - Zara, Andrea and Guilia, the Italians I've already rented a bike from in December. Cristian and Sabrina (more Italians) from Howlita were amazing, too!

The Wim Hoff breathwork class at Holistika with Victor Goenka. Actually feeling the heat and the mind-expanding effects. Being able to hold my breath much longer. The ice bath afterwards. - and of course hanging out by the empty pool later.

Befriending a little British boy, telling him the story of how I licked a green ant's butt in Australia and it tasted like lemon. Later I saw him trying to lick a regular Mexican ant - his mum probably hates me now.

Tamarindos in full bloom. I love their feathery leaves.

Locating the esoteric store in Cancún again. Buying two more tiny ranitas for Doris. A red and a green one - one for good luck and one for love.

The vendor lady at a plant market in Oaxaca who told me everything about her geometric molds, clay mix and terrazzo flower pots. The elote lady who let me walk away with my food and bring over the money later. I love how friendly and easygoing many people are in this part of the world.

An evening with Doris. Movies and dinner in bed. Fresh laundry smell.

Walking through Oaxaca: murals and art everywhere. Artisanal kombucha and a pistachio smoothie. The amazing view from Cafe Monte, strolling through the markets.

A woodcutting workshop at Subterráneos. The flow of creating something without a purpose and doing something with my hands without thinking much about it showed me once again how much I enjoy creative work. I need to make more space for that in my life.

Sharing almost-Carbonara at an Italian cabaña restaurant somewhere in the Sierra Madre del Sur during the pouring rain. Playing Trivial Pursuit, ordering more naranjadas.

The cabaña in the mountains: a hammock with a spectacular view of the valley. A hike: mushroom art everywhere, cats and puppies, the forest smell. Taking a bath together, shaving her. Trying to start a fire - failing, mostly. The wood was too moist. Unexpected food deliveries.

We had a whole house to ourselves in La Boquilla with a view of the Pacific. The sound of the waves, hammocks on the roof, sorting my thoughts, planning the next weeks. A fresh breeze. Watching the lime green lizard trying to find its way down from the roof again. Watching You Got Mail in bed. Speaking along. How many times have I seen this movie...

The upside of a tiny bathroom is being able to rest your forehead against the opposite wall while sitting on the toilet.

Setting up office in my gorgeous balcony nook in Zipolite. Inspired, motivated, eager to create. Morning energy, fresh coffee, connecting with a few friends. Getting out my notebook for the first time. Writing down all the places I'd already visited. Applying stickers, carefully cutting out a quote from Octavia's Brood. Listening to Sam Harris musing about meditation. Keeping track of books and movies. Petting the two cats hanging out on the upper floor. I felt so at ease there.

Holding each other after witnessing someone die in the Pacific just a few metres away. It could have been me. My hubris of swimming towards the waves instead of away from them the day before. My fearlessness had a sudden turning point. Humbled and afraid. Vowing to respect the water from then on.

The laid back vibes in Zipolite. And the amazing French bakery.

"We probably look like uber-lesbians right now", she said after I'd spotted a cat outside the window, let her in and all three of us were sitting in bed together.

4 elements, my home in Mazunte for ten days. Cooking my first meal on the road. Actually getting a bag of groceries. La Diosa Mystika (the resident cat). Meeting Tabata. A frightening thunderstorm at night. It was SO loud and rain sprayed into the room. Following the chicklets (which ended in a hen attack). So many huge butterflies I'd never seen before.

My scooter - it feels so liberating every time I finally get a bike or scooter somewhere. Hair flowing in the wind, cooling down, a larger radius of movement.

Dinner at Umami. Falafel bowl and raw maracuyá tarte.

Chakra Flow yoga with Linda from the Netherlands. I dripped. All the time. And sitting up straight in the beginning was painful. But I'm always so grateful that I did it afterwards. The Indian Hatha class was extremely hard for me but somehow I made it through. Proud.

Lying on top of Doris at the beach. A spectacular view. Kisses. Playing with sand, dragging each other through the water. Seeing the water sink into the sand after every wave.

Our tearful goodbye. How she told me that I can always come home. That I have to take care of myself. When she gave me a crescent moon bracelet, the same as hers. One in silver, one gold.

Dinner with Tabi. Talking about our lives, issues, learnings, views and signs. An abundance of delicious food (Chilaquiles!). Learning that I can actually have a profound conversation in Spanish!

Punta Cometa during sunset. Climbing down the rocks, sitting on driftwood at the hidden beach. Admiring the older couple enjoying each other's company. Actually turning around and going back when I noticed I was lost because Doris' words were still in my head.

Someone on horseback (!) at a bar, getting a drink and chatting with his earthbound friends.

Breathwork. It actually works - it's so energising. I need to learn more about it!

Brushing my teeth with a view. Trying to catch a glimpse of the sea, standing in the sunshine looking down the hill.

A spontaneous job offer - Instituto Iguana wanted me to stay for a few weeks to teach the maestras English. In the end I declined (I didn't wanna work that early in my trip, didn't have access to any teaching materials and my flight to Cuba was nearing) but it made me realise how easily I could just stay somewhere and never go back.

[shallowseeker]

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Rowena insists that there are absolutely no traces of magic.

Nevertheless, she tries lots of simple spells and and potions.

In the end, she recommends Alexa’s “Goodnight Classical music list,” hot tea mixed with local honey, and a long, "luxurious" bubble bath with a side helping of Epsom salts.

(But she promises to keep researching in case the insomnia doesn’t abate.)

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Jack is starting to get very worried. He’d read that just twenty-four hours without sleep is comparable to having a blood alcohol content of 0.1%, which is above the legal limit for driving. And he’d also read that humans might die without sleep.

Jack is ashamed. His lack of control is just another failure in a long list of failures.

He'd thought that he was mostly human now, and that his grace was supposed to be recuperating--lying dormant. (He knows he's not completely human, because supernatural creatures still clock him as "angel," and he still doesn't need much sleep.)

So, had he accidentally tapped into his soul? (Cas would be furious if so.)

Either way, it's more evidence that he's got poor control--that even when he's weak, he's still a liability to their hunting team.

He has to fix this on his own. He has to.

So, he starts researching his own potions. He’s no Rowena, but the internet has a lot to say about sleep, Benadryl, and Melatonin.

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By day four without sleep, Dean seems on the verge of tears.

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He seems very offended when Cas offers to run him a "luxurious" bubble bath.

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An hour later, Cas runs one anyway.

He seems to box Dean in as he bullies him down the hallway and into the room with the clawfoot tub.

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Jack is investigating the magnolia, chamomile, lavender, and passion flower-flavored teas for his sleep potion when Cas reappears in the kitchen.

He peers suspiciously at the teabags in Jack’s hands.

“You were eavesdropping when Rowena was here last night, weren’t you,” he says with a raised eyebrow. "Which means you know about Dean's problem."

Jack actually hadn’t been, but he feigns guilt. “Uh, Yeah. Do you really think the tea'll help him?"

Cas seems to buy it. “Rowena says it might," he sighs. "But here. Let's make it anyway."

Instead of putting a saucepan on the stove, Cas opts for tap water in a ceramic mug and heats the whole thing with one steady palm. Jack stares at his hand wistfully, missing that kind of angelic power control.

“So...which tea?” Jack whispers, trying not to fidget.

“She suggested chamomile and valerian root.”

Jack hands over the chamomile bag in his hands and doubles back to the shelf to search for valerian root. When he finds it, he hands it over too and watches as Cas dips it into the steamy water. Next, he watches Cas squeeze a generous helping of honey into the brew.

“Why don’t you take this to him?” Cas suggests. “I’ll be there after I check in with Sam.”

Without giving him time to respond, Cas shoves the mug forward and stalks off towards the library. Jack hmmphs and resigns himself to facing Dean.

But first...he takes advantage of this perfect opportunity.

A tiny voice at the back of his brain urges caution--urges him to check in with Cas first--or to run the potion by Sam. It urges him to come clean about the little insomnia curse he'd accidentally set on Dean.

He squashes the doubt.

After all, if the potion works like it's supposed to, everything will go back to normal. And Jack had carefully read over the ingredients several times and checked with the Internet to make sure it'd be okay.

So, he takes a deep breath and adds dissolved Benadryl and ZZZQuill to the tea. He stirs it in with a teaspoon, tastes it to make sure it hasn't mucked up the flavor too much, adds a bit more honey, and heads down the hallway.

///

The door to the “spa room” is wide open, so Jack lets himself in without announcing.

Dean is reclining in the tub, eyes completely shut and nearly obscured by a cartoonish pile of soap bubbles. He’s got a blue towel-turban on his head. If you ask Jack, it seems like a stupid thing to wear in the bathtub. (And Jack doesn’t know why someone with hair as short as Dean’s would even need a head-towel in the first place.)

Dean looks like he might’ve fallen asleep, which could be a very good thing so long as he doesn't slump over and drown in the soapy water.

There’s a small stool pulled up near the head of the tub, so Jack decides to perch on it and wait him out. Even a few minutes of micro-sleep would be be good for Dean, right?

Alas, he's awake.

He seems to know that Jack's here, too, because his hand shoots out over the edge of the edge of the tub and makes a claw-like, grabby motion.

Jack tests the temperature of the ceramic mug to make sure it’s not too hot before setting it in Dean’s open palm. With an exaggerated noise of displeasure, Dean clasps it and brings it up to his mouth. Jack holds his breath, hoping Dean can't taste the secret medicine he'd added.

“S’ok for flowery shit,” he murmurs, so softly a regular person might struggle to hear it. Then, Dean suddenly furrows his brow, twists his mouth and juts his lower lip out. “Hot, though.”

(Jack gets the sense he’s complaining just to complain.)

"Hot," he repeats, more petulantly this time.

Jack frowns and doesn’t say anything back.

After a few seconds, Dean sighs and leans his neck way back like he’s stretching it. He looks kind of silly, to be honest, like he's Littlefoot reaching for a Tree Star. Keeping his eyes closed, Dean extends the mug out and sort-of demands, “Put an ice cube in it?”

Jack blinks. Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, but Dean’s acting weird.

He even sounds kind of weird.

Annoyed, Jack blurts, “Why don’t you just wait a few minutes? It’ll cool off on its own.”

Dean’s red-rimmed eyes shoot open, like he’s been electrocuted, and the water sloshes as he rockets upright. He retracts his neck and tucks it in, like he’s a sea turtle, and he sputters. “K-kid?!”

Jack frowns at him in confusion.

Dean sniffs, recovering quickly. “Cas said he was makin’ me tea.”

As if summoned, Cas appears at the doorway. “And Cas did make you tea,” he sasses, striding in. He nods at Jack. “Thank you for bringing it, Jack.”

“You’re welcome,” Jack says pointedly, eyes pinning on Dean.

If Cas weren’t in the room right now, Jack might be tempted to tell Dean to stop being a big baby. (But well, Cas is in the room, and it’s kind of Jack's fault Dean’s stuck with insomnia to begin with. So, he opts not to say anything else.)

Dean coughs and mumbles something that sounds like, “Whatever. Thanks, kiddo.”

Cas strides further into the room, but before Jack can vacate the stool, Cas opts to sit, perfectly balanced, on the edge of the bathtub.

Dean gets a little redder, and then he licks his lips before making a series of small splashes with his opposite hand. To Jack, it looks like he’s renewing the soap-bubble pile.

“Nothing new from Rowena,” Cas reports, clipped and business-like. “She suggests trying to sleep the old-fashioned way. And Sam bought you a 'Sega Starry Cove.' He says it will ‘relax’ you.”

Dean squints. “The fuck is—?”

Jack’s had that in his Amazon cart for ages. “It’s a star projector,” he explains happily. "It makes your ceiling look like the night sky."

It’s expensive, though, which is why Jack never bought it, not even in secret. (Maybe after all this blows over, and if Dean doesn’t like it, Jack can convince him to give it to him instead.)

“Okay, so it's like a juiced-up baby mobile. What’s next, a friggin' crib?”

Straight-faced, Cas fires back, “Actually, I thought we could try Baby Einstein Box Orchestra next.”

Dean rolls his eyes so hard that he almost loses his towel turban, and Cas winks at Jack. Jack is having trouble following their conversation. He knows who Albert Einstein is, but he doesn’t know what he has to do with babies or orchestras.

“What’s Baby Einstein?”

Cas grins. “Before you were born, I read dozens of parenting books.”

(Which doesn’t actually explain anything.)

“Music, kiddo,” Dean huffs. “Lame-ass lullaby music.”

“Oh,” Jack says. “Sounds nice. I mean, anything could help you sleep, couldn't it?”

Dean scoffs. “I’ve tried everything. Short of knocking myself out, anyway, but then...Cas tried that for me.”

Guilt feels like it’s working a hole through Jack's stomach, and he struggles to meet Dean’s eyes.

“Maybe you could try a ThunderShirt or--or a weighted blanket?” he whispers.

Dean misreads his nervousness. “Hey,” he says, softening in a way that makes the guilt squirm even harder in Jack’s gut. “I’ll be okay. I always am, you know?"

Jack swivels his eyes to Cas and finds the same warm reassurance reflected there.

If there were ever a time to come clean, that time is now.

Jack…tries.

“Uh,” he says. But that’s all that comes out. “Let me know if I can help,” he putters out lamely.

(He knows he should tell them the truth.)

If the sleep potion doesn't work tonight, he thinks, then I'll tell them.

Dean clears his throat and cracks a smile. “You can help me with the star laser shit later. K, kid? That'd help me out a ton."

Jack nods.

Satisfied, Dean takes a huge sip of his tea. Then, he makes a theatrical expression of disgust. His mug shoots forward, just as it had earlier, but this time extended towards Cas.

“It got gross n’ lukewarm,” he complains.

Cas looks surprised.

“Is it?”

He takes an experimental sip for himself and shoots Dean a disbelieving stare.

Dean goes pink again.

“Actually, I kinda want iced tea.”

Cas heaves a dramatic sigh and gets to his feet.

“Very well.”

Dean watches him go with an impish smile. (Jack thinks that it’s the same kind of look he gets on his face when he wins a game of Wordle.)

Jack stays to make sure Dean doesn't accidentally fall asleep and drown. Content to sit until Cas returns, he pulls out his phone and continues researching Melatonin. He even asks Google if ThunderShirts work on humans. (According to Google, sometimes humans find the compression soothing; other times, it triggers claustrophobia.)

“What’re ya playin there? Minecraft or somethin?”

Jack freezes, “Uh. No.” He thinks fast and picks a lie that will hopefully bore Dean to tears: “I’m, uh, reading about wind shear and meteorological soundings.”

Dean pulls a predictably faux-horrified face.

“Seriously? That’s gotta be Sam’s doing. Yeesh.”

(Actually, Sam doesn’t like meteorology that much, not outside of demonic omens.)

It works.

Dean doesn't ask any more questions, and he actually seems content to hang out in companionable silence after that.

///

When Cas comes back with iced tea and Dean’s fresh-from-the-dryer gray dead-guy robe, Dean drops his disgruntled act and shines with naked relief.

It makes Jack notice the sunken circles around his eyes. (Hoepfully, the potion will help him with that.)

Cas hands off the iced tea to Dean and makes to take up his perch on the edge of the tub again.

Jack hops up. “Uh, wait, Cas. You can have your seat back now. I'm done 'being the Lifeguard.'"

Dean scowls at the metaphor, but Cas's eyes crinkle in amusement. He nods and retakes his stool.

Jack hovers nearby for a few minutes, wondering what he could possibly do to help. He peers down at where Dean's hands encircle his mug. His fingerpads are super water-logged and wrinkley.

"You're getting really pruney. You should probably get out soon."

"Hey," Dean shoots back, “You're the--prune."

Jack ignores him and crosses the room to grab two fresh towels. He drags over one of the lightweight surgical tables closer to the tub and plops the towels down on the surface.

"Thank you," Cas murmurs, setting the gray robe next to the towels.

"Neither of you should rush me," Dean huffs. "After all, Rowena said I need to relax."

"If I recall correctly, just two hours ago, you refused to entertain the possibility of relaxation, much less a 'girly-ass bubble bath.'"

Dean shoots Cas a cheeky smile and gulps down his tea.

(Cas inspects Dean's throat as he drinks, so Jack looks, too, but he doesn't see anything out of the ordinary.)

Dean finishes with a little "ah!" and hands the empty mug over to Cas. "Well, two hours ago was before I had you two as my royal handmaidens."

Cas sets the empty mug next to the towels.

"If two hours of light pampering makes you this spoiled, I imagine you'd make a rather nightmarish princess."

Jack can't help it. He laughs.

Dean shoots him a glare, and Jack stifles it quickly.

(He'd read that sleep deprivation could make people really cranky, after all.)

“Maybe Sam and I could go get everyone some stuff from Jiffy Burger?”

Cas turns to him in surprise. “That’s very thoughtful, Jack." He beams at him proudly, and the guilt stabs Jack in the gut again.

Dean, likewise, seems to sag with relief. “Yeah, that--that'd be awesome.”

Jack grins and fires off a text to Sam before heading towards the doorway.

Dinner, Jack can do.

In the meantime, the potion can be taking effect, and Dean will hopefully be asleep by evening.

Jack pauses at the threshold. One last time, he contemplates coming clean about the whole fiasco.

"Kid? You okay?"

Jack balks. What would Sam say in this situation?

"I'm fine. Just--"

What would Sam say in this situation?

Jack does his very best Sam: "Just wondering if you need a special order, Your Majesty."

Dean snorts.

"Just the usual, pageboy. And shut the door behind ya."

///

After Jack closes the door, he walks down the hall a little ways, only to stop when he hears Dean and Cas start talking in low, urgent tones. Something about it feels alarming, and he finds himself immediately straining his ears to hear them.

The exhaustion is easier to hear in Dean’s voice now: “You sure you can’t check—”

“I said no.” Cas’s voice is sharp.

“I trust you—”

“Even if you trust me, Dean. I don’t trust me. I don’t have the control I used to have.”

“But Cas, what if?”

What if what, Jack wonders.

The sentence hangs, and they go silent a long time.

Jack's phone pings. (It's from Sam, a messages that urges: "Yeah. Let's hurry and go before the dinner rush.")

But just before Jack gets out of range, he picks up Dean’s voice, “What if something's up with my soul?”

///

Of all the things Dean Winchester has done over the course of their unusual, turbulent lives, Jack Kline has no idea why this Thing in particular is the Thing that annoys him most.

It happens on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and occasionally on weekends, if case-hunting goes belly-up.

And Jack knows.

He knows that they’re different from one another in this aspect. He knows that Dean cannot fight this one human Thing.

It’s still annoying, though.

///

So, Jack combats the problem.

///

He tries everything, from being extra chatty to turning the TV volume up annoyingly loud. He even pretends to lose his grip on a giant textbook (held suspiciously at waist level) so that it lands like thunder on the bunker floor.

[dreaming-of-assclass]

Hey if you can choose three 3e kids to be the protagonists of assclass, who would you choose? :D (does this count as tea ask idk lmao-)

Nao, you know how biased I am. 😂 There’s no one else I’d say besides my three faves: Sugino, Kanzaki, and Okano.

They’re a very balanced dynamic. Sugino and Okano are both comfortable with getting out of their comfort zone. Okano is direct and confrontational. Sugino is a moodmaker and connects to others easily. Kanzaki is a balance for both their strong personalities, but girl is a force of nature herself. She doesn’t take bullshit. She’s also the one to think things through and hold the other two back before they rush into stuff.

How I imagine their friendship to go:

- The girls still have beef like in canon. And it makes both of them very uncomfortable, and they avoid each other.

- SUGINO...bless this boy...is the one to connect both of them.

- He becomes friends with Okano first, getting to know the other athletes of the class, including Maehara and Kimura. While they’re all a good friend group, he gets especially close to Okano.

- They just vibe easily, and Okano appreciates how proactive he can be, but still so friendly and nice to everyone. Sugino likes teasing her about everything and he likes seeing her soft side since she’s a little prickly most of the time.

- They also very much connect on the experience of having been kicked out from a sport club they were crazy passionate about. Sugino recommends her to join a local team, since she still loves it. Nothing’s stopping her. “Screw those bastards at school” - Sugino. Her cheers up Okano, and yeah...very sweet friendship.

- But while he’s been befriending Okano...boy has also been getting closer to Kanzaki since they’re in the same friend group. His crush on her dissipates fast in this AU...he liked her at first because of how prim and perfect she seemed.

- But then he gets to know her and gains a platonic appreciation for the other parts of her, like her love for video games, rebellious attitude, etc. His crush leaves quickly, and they become friends. Kanzaki really likes how dorky he can be, and how he values her who she is, not what she likes look.

- How do they all join together?? Well, Sugino of course picks both of them to be his partners in a PE game. They’re both pretty talented so why the hell not?

- It’s incredibly awkward...Okano loses her temper and snaps at both of them a few times. Kanzaki goes off and does things on her own. Sugino suffers.

- But...at the very last moment, they somehow all accidentally coordinate together in this super badass moment, and they win whatever PE game the class was doing.

- And in the midst of cheering, Sugino grabs both of them in this bear hug, and Okano and Kanzaki smile at each other. Beginnings of change...

- They unconsciously make more of an effort to talk or interact more in class, especially since Sugino pulls them together a lot too. He just wants both his friends to get along 💜

- Eventually the more they do...the more they find out about each other. Kanzaki admits her 2nd year lie and everything. Okano talks about how much she’s struggled being accepted for her tomboyish attitude. They realize how much they have in common...both of them are judged for who they are.

- After realizing that, they both cry...and hug. Because damn, how much had they misjudged each other? How long were they beefing when really they could’ve connected?

- The dynamic strengthens, and the trio becomes a very tight friend group. Soon the girls don’t need Sugino around, they connect and hang out too 💜

- Boy is beyond happy to see them getting closer and becoming friends

General strengths as a trio:

So I think we can all agree that RGB trio is OP. But this trio...they’re very strong but in a reasonable, realistic way.

Okano: by far the strongest. She’s the top fighter of the class, with her immense speed, strength, and high skill in gymnastics. She specializes in offense. She’s also skilled in intelligence gathering, being able to scale tall trees, high walls, unstable ladders, etc. Her small stature also makes it easy to hide in places and collect information. Her night vision is the top in the class, and she’s especially needed for night missions.

Sugino: boy has a TON of physical strength and mobility, being a fairly fast runner. He has a lot of raw energy, and high stamina, being able to endure physically stressful scenarios more than most. His upper arm strength is one of the most defined in the class. He’s also very skilled in diplomatic situations, being able to persuade others. He’s a good infiltrator, putting his nice attitude and ability to blend in to good use.

Kanzaki: she doesn’t seem strong compared to the other two, with her delicate, slim stature and graceful attitude. Well...surprise surprise. She’s the most hardcore. Her proficiency in long-range is one of the best in 3-E, gained from all her shooting game experience. She’s an extremely skilled strategist, able to make plans on the spot. Combine that with the usual image she gives to the class...no one expects her to attack so viciously.

To sum it up: Strengths

Okano: close-range, offense, intelligence gathering

Sugino: close-range, defense, politics and negotiations

Kanzaki: long-range, both, strategy/planning

What a balanced, powerful, amazing trio.

This is getting too long but I put the basic facts lol. Will def make headcanons and more on this AU because now I’m in love with it UwU. Thanks Nao 😭

[hanjinstant]

 ָ࣪ if bts were macaroon flavours ♡  ָ࣪  

taehyung

obviously he's caramel/salted caramel. i've said before he radiates beige aesthetic energy and further proof has been collected from the fact that he made his merch bag brown too. (it sold out in less than a minute which is absolutely mad). he's the human version of mostly sweet with a little bit of a lot of hot and spicy thrown in for good measure. or v for victory could also be... um these tata macaroons i found on pinterest?! ....(i want one. or five)

jimin

whatever food jimin could be, it would have to be a vibrant and flavourful one. jimin is one of the most (beautiful) and lively people i have ever become to know of. + the colour pink is psychologically associated with love & kindness too. with the addition of the whipped cream, because everyone's whipped for mr park jimin, it also represents the wonderful mix of his skill and humour. yeah and i'm gonna be honest he probably tastes like strawberries when you kiss him 🥺🥺🥺.

hobi

there's a reason he's not only our hope but also our sunshine; he is 💯% the star that shines the brightest. what's underrated about j-hope? his laugh. that man's laugh makes me laugh on its own! it's music to my ears and everytime he laughs i can picture the happiest grin on his face and it makes me happy. i feel like these macaroons resemble him to a t, and would also give me very slight hope world vibes

namjoon

this man.... i have unlimited respect for him. truly. i admire his mindset in the way that he seems like a very chilled person to be around, and he appreciates the little things, like thunderstorms and paintstrokes. his taste is EXQUISITE, and as i named him already as a pistachio macaroon in my bts as desserts hc, we are keeping the theme alive here. he is exquisite, expensive and well-valued. so are pistachios. and green is just the colour of nature and peace. i rest my case.

jin

jin would be a very extravagant flavour with even more extravagant decorations. i can see his macaroons being served in fancy gold boxes that look like they're from a jewellers. obviously, exterior isn't everything, so there would be some super expensive ingredients like black watermelon extract and sea cucumber sprinkles or something like that. the idea here is that eating one of these macaroons is a economical statement. oh, and they're always sold out because everyone loves them.

suga

min yoongi has this indescribable air of simplicity but complication simultaneously around him. hearing him talk about his and the boys' songs is so inspiring and relaxing to me; it's incredible to see how passionate he is! i think he would a flavour like plain almond or coconut because whenever i think of him the colour white pops into my head. it's peaceful and serene. he's the classic flavour that is indispensable and it always the bestseller in each macaroon parlour, for sure.

jungkook

toasted marshmallow, without a doubt. jk is a more adventurous flavour then perhaps some of his hyungs - even though he's been in bts for as long as the others, i imagine him of all members appreciates the novelty of being a performer most; while the others always cherish it and adore it (clearly through they way they've spoken about missing touring during the global panorama), i think he still feels butterflies when he really stops to think about the extent of it all. there's a fire that's ignited somewhere in him every single time he stands in front of a crowd of thousands and thousands.

a/n: thank you for all the love on my writings so far, it's so fun to think of things like this and materialise them for others to enjoy! (especially when it's food-related).

stay a while! bts as desserts ; bts as ice cream flavours ; masterlist

[dogwise]

I'm not sure if you've been asked this before so sorry if you have been! But could you give a little guide or some tips on how you take care of your crabbyboys??? Because you seem to take such amazing and thoughtful care of these guys, so passionate. I'm so inspired by you to have some lil shell guys!!!

Hi!! This was so so so nice to read!!! Thank you!!! I really can’t tell you how much it means!😭

I compiled this list mostly from the Land Hermit Crab Owners FB group’s 101 post, but cut it down to its bare bones. Just let me know if you have any questions and I’ll do my best to help!!

Set Up

Tank: The smallest tank you want to have is 20 gallon tank for 2 crabs (you’ll want to start with at least 2 because they are social critters). Add additional 10 gallons per crab. The lid needs to hold humidity and heat - so should either be full glass or cellophane covered mesh. Hermit Crabs require a consistent humidity of 85%.

Substrate: The crabs’ substrate needs are pretty specific: play sand (usually sold at department stores; pet store sand like calcium sand and dyed sand is dangerous and should be avoided) and coconut fiber mixed at a 5 to 1 ratio -- ie five cups play sand for every one cup coconut fiber. The mixture should be sand castle consistency and be no less than 8” so the crabs have enough room to molt.

Pools:  You need at least two pools deep enough that the crabs can full submerge. One of the pools should be freshwater and the other saltwater (the saltwater use Instant Ocean Salt Mix). Both need to be dechlorinated if you’re using public water.

Heat: Hermit crabs require a consistent temperature of 85 degrees F. Use an under tank heater mat (UTH) for the source of heat. The UTH should cover the  back of the tank, not the bottom, and not go below the substrate line.

Décor: Plenty of fake plants and coconuts/log hides -- hermies are naturally prey animals so get stressed without plenty of places to hide. Climbing objects like cholla wood and driftwood are also good. Hermit crabs are actually pretty smart too so will enjoy things like mirrors and “puzzle toys.”

Shells: Hermit crabs need plenty of natural shells (not painted --  all paints are toxic to crabs) available, otherwise they will start getting aggressive with one another. There should be 5 shells per 1 hermit crab that are similar or larger than the size of the shell the crab is currently in (measure the shell size by the hole opening). Turbo shells are the most popular!

Care

Handling: They’re mostly hands-off critters. Being prey animals, being picked up and played with a lot only stresses them out.

Molting: This is when the crabbies go under the sand and shed their old exoskeleton. All we can do is give them time and privacy. It can take weeks to months for a crab to finish molting. As tempting as it may be though, never go digging for them.

Feeding: As omnivores, they need a well-balanced diet. Calcium, Fruit, Veggies, Proteins, Cellulose, and Chitin are the four musts. There is a huge selection of food they can eat (pretty good list here!), but in general, you just want to make sure it’s pesticide-free. I generally opt for freeze-dried food to lower the risk of mites.

[silvia7272]

Miraculess Ladybug Salt AU: You Always Liked To Play With Fire ~ Blossoming Friendships???

I really hope you’re all enjoying this new series; I honestly just came up with the idea on a dime, and then after I started developing it, I knew I needed to share it with all of my fans.

Also, when I actually get around to including more characters from the movie, it’s gonna be fun giving them some personality traits. I can’t wait.

And er-… I may have accidently messed up with some off the names. Since I changed most off the names already, I then decided to change them for Barbara and Olympia, however I had forgotten that I’d already written their names down in the story. Opps. I thought this would’ve been better since I think I saw some people complain about the United Hero’s super names, so I changed them, as well as if I’m going to add in going to Gotham into the mix and there’s already a character called Barbara, I just know I’ll get hella confused for who I’m talking about. I don’t want people to get confused but maybe I should make a post off the names I’ve already changed to begin with, just to defer from canon. Well, here it is.

My OC: Rosaniline Keyne-Hill was Rosina Scoats

Soliane Rin was Crisono Tassa

Canon Counterparts: Jace Keyne was Jessica Keyne

Aveon Keyne-Hill was Aeon Hill

Medusa was Uncanny Valley

(I kept Olympia the same)

Nebula was Majestia

Brianna was Barbara

Eostrix was Night Owl

So, I might just change them when I can be bothered to.

This fanfic and its ideas were all made before season 4 came out, so if something doesn’t add up please don’t worry. That information wasn’t available then, and unless it fits into my story or I like it, I won’t include it in my story. Also, that new Miraculous wiki can get lost, I’m not putting any of that new information in here if they couldn’t even put it in the show. (Also, so far, I do not care for season 4 whatsoever so yeah, I may not include any of that in this work and the other.)

Word Count: 9435

Tags: @vixen-uchiha​ if you wish to be tagged all you have to do is say. Also, if you change your name please tell me, I don’t want to leave you out since you’ve asked to be tagged. I’m very sorry if I’ve missed anyone.

Well, I hope you’ll enjoy it.

Summary:

Note: This fic contains OOC scenes of Miraculous Ladybug as well as a ton of salt, so if you don't like that stuff you may scroll past and have a nice day.

In a world with no Miraculous, no Hawkmoth and no Ladybug, how does our little heroine do?

Well, it usually would be hanging out with her friends, as any other teenager would do...

But, of course, this wasn't normal.

This was reality. It was cold, hard and definitely not welcome.

So, when this girl wishes to have some kind of adventure in her boring, mundane life…

How long does it take for her to regret it?

***

Mlle Bustier had always believed her students were the best in the whole Collège.

In fact, she whole-heartedly believed that all her students could do no harm.

In her mind, they were at the peak of maturity, though they may be in their adolescence and had some seemingly petty dramas, they all prevailed to take whatever they wanted for themselves, when they saw opportunities, they rightfully took.

And Mlle Bustier only wanted the best for her students.

As much as Caline would never admit it to any of her work colleagues, she always knew her class was exceptional.

Kim, Alix, what with two of the sportiest people that were bound to succeed.

Max, A genius who was able to develop a fully functioning AI, when he was a teen no less. She could only imagine what other inventions her little Einstein could invent later on. The type of universities he’d get into, the job offers, oh the endless possibilities.

Ivan, Rose, Juleka, A lead vocalist, guitarist, and drummer in a popular rock band. Though she had heard there may have been a few mishaps in the band, she was sure they would be even better than before.

Mylène, A passionate environmentalist who only wanted to help the world become a cleaner place, and entered as many organisations as possible.

Nino, An inspiring DJ/filmmaker. She always wanted to help out by lending the classroom key afterschool, that way he could work on all of his works. Allowing everyone to take part even, it was truly one of her best rules.

Alya, A journalist's whose goal was to become bigger than Lois Lane.

Adrien, A model, the most famous teenage one by Parisian standards.

Chloé, The mayor's Daughter.

Sabrina, The head of police’s Daughter.

Nathaniel, an inspiring comic book artist that had gained a lot of attention online.

And Lila, a Daughter of an Italian diplomat.

Although she could admit to herself that not all of these aspirations were something that she could boast about, she could show off that all of her students had something they would work for or even show off.

And what did the others have?

Two weather girls and a writer? Caline would have to laugh, compare that with her class and you could clearly see who was at the top.

Although she hadn’t said a specific name for a reason.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The young fashion designer/baker’s girl.

For a while, that name had left a sour name in her mouth, whenever she had been forced to say it for the register, it only took her a few days for her to realise how much it annoyed her whenever said girl was late to her lesson. Honestly, did that girl not value punctuality? Nevermind in the workplace; what about her reputation as a teacher?

She was becoming a lot more reclused, gaining a disrespectful attitude towards her she had no recollection of when she had gained it, and became incredibly upset when she remembered every year on her birthday, the girl would give her a whole assortment of pastries and desserts.

Now, because she had somewhat highly encouraged her students to send gifts for a better grade, it was just a box of chocolates.

Just a small box of chocolates!?

How could she show off her gifts to the others now!?

And worst of all?

She refused to be the good little Class President anymore.

Her example?

Her Marinette off the world?

Did she not care about setting a good example? Or to be a role model to the class?

Really, to be so selfish, to all of her friends, how ungrateful.

She believed she had sorted this little problem when Chloé, in a fit off understandable jealousy, drew over her gift.

Marinette was unreasonably angry at the poor girl, and so Bustier had said how better it would be for her to rise up and become a beacon of light for Chloé instead of letting that hate and anger fester inside her.

To let go and help out everyone.

To not let your negative side take a hold of you and be positive around everyone in your vicinity.

After all, sharing and helping makes the world go round, and we do want to help the world, right?

She remembered those words she had spoken so fondly to her, as she was always someone anyone could come to for advice. It had always worked after all, after students were able to see the correct side, she’d be thanked which always left a small flutter of happiness around her.

Mendeleiev scared many students away, D’Argencourt with his eccentric personality, made students want to avoid being seen near him after lessons ended, and hardly anyone spent their time in the art club room.

Caline believed she was seen as a shining example of light by the other students, and knew she was seen as a Disney Princess by many, Rose had even called her that once.

However, getting back to the matter at hand, she was very pleased when Marinette had gone out of her way to make Chloé happy, of course, her attitude still remained mostly the same but Caline was smart enough to know it wouldn’t take one nice event to help the girl, so she was so proud when she carried on helping the poor girl out. Chloé was smiling more and even asking for a multitude of things from the blue-haired girl, and if she ever saw Marinette get unreasonably upset again, she’d send a very disappointing glare.

She knew being disappointed in students was a sure-fire way for them to do better and work harder, she knew how guilty her students would feel if they ever managed to get that gaze from their teacher, and… If the elder had done this a bit more on Marinette than anyone else… Well, she would just smile, telling them how much Marinette was able to accomplish, her trips for the class were so good, everyone was jealous. So, didn’t that seem good?

And even though she did see most of it going in the trash, she knew Chloé was just a little bit picky, she’d liked the interest in her, it was normal.

Her home life wasn’t something to be overlooked, she just knew the girl only wished for attention, and she was sure to be able to give it to her.

But then she… Stopped.

Caline had believed the girl had gotten wrongly impatient and told Marinette she shouldn’t be so extreme, but Marinette dared to fight back, against her?

She exclaimed that it wasn’t just Chloé anymore, how could she be expected to be nice to both her and Lila?

Bustier was confused, Lila? What did she have to do with this?

And so, the girl explained that she was just lying for attention, every breath that came out was just a lie. And she couldn’t stand it, she’d apparently turned her friends against her.

Now, normally, Bustier knew Marinette wouldn’t lie.

But, she also knew she couldn’t let this ‘lie’ be revealed.

It might harm her reputation.

She couldn’t have that happen.

So, she knew what she had to say.

That this was just girl drama that all teenagers had.

She couldn’t afford to let her empire fall so soon.

And for something like that.

The faces of the other teachers.

The gossip surrounding her.

“Looks like Caline’s not so good a teacher after all.”

No, she couldn’t bare it.

Who said a little white lie would hurt anyone?

In order to keep her class, exactly the same.

A few snips were made to maintain its image.

And if she had to snip her most prized student.

Then… So be it.

***

When she entered her classroom it was just like any other day.

Her students forming around a desk in the front of the room.

She always commended her students for such actions, she knew how sweet and silent the girl could be and loved how accommodating the class could be to her.

She couldn’t help the wondering gaze that looked upon the back row.

A certain seat was empty, but that was routine by now. And even though there was still 5 minutes till the bell, she still marked her late in her book.

Sometimes Caline had to think if at some points she had expected too much of this single girl… But only to remember that, no, in fact, when Marinette had a better attitude, she had expected too less. Back when she gained some confidence, she had always surpassed her expectations, her trips were the highlight off her job, her morning snacks were a welcomed surprise, her need to prove herself let her have as many responsibilities as possible, yes some were meant to be her own paperwork, but she’d never seen Marinette excel so much, it was a dream come true.

If she could just push her, just a little more… She was sure Marinette would go back to her obedient self, and it would make Bustier’s job a lot easier.

Although… The new student seemed like the perfect candidate as well, since Marinette may not follow her good example, she may be able to get a different example.

She could see just how sweet and pleasant the cherry haired girl was, she’d be perfect for the role. Sneaking a quick glance at the girl who was simply minding her business reading a book and keeping to herself. She did take note she had a bit of a limp for the past week, but didn’t bring it up just to not embarrass the girl in front of the whole class. She just knew if she was able to simply send her views her way, a new example would be made, hell she may even be able to have two if Rosaniline became such a good influence on Marinette she may even change again.

She also just knew Rosann would be good for Chloé, after all, they’d have so much to talk about, and coming from similar backgrounds she could make sure they could be paired together as much as possible.

Of course, only she knew about her family name, Monsieur Damocles had been informed by her residence that they’d prefer not to spread this information about, for it had been such a hinderance for her to make friends before.

Bustier frowned, she knew very well her students wouldn’t try to suck up to her, she almost felt insulted that she wouldn’t trust her students.

But the worst part was that she couldn’t brag about her new student to anyone, no one could find out or they’d all face some action from her Mother, she was very clear on that.

However Bustier tried to not let it bother her too much, after all she was sure she could give a gentle nudge in the right direction about trusting friends and not keeping secrets, to coax her out of her shell. She’d just have to be excruciatingly patient.

Clapping her hands was a symbol for them all to pay attention, she’d never raise her voice to them, not even a little, and she knew they would respect it and quieten down their chatter.

And just like that, the door opened to a fashionably late bluenette. Bustier would feign ignorance to the rather disappointing glares stares the girl was receiving, after all, she was giving one off her own.

She sheepishly walked to her seat just as the bell rang, honestly, she’d given her a lot of warnings before about her punctuality, did she really need to brief her Parents in about the situation?

“Well class, since all of you are here now, I can get on with the lesson” And so began her teaching.

It was fairly simple, she knew her students would be able to easily understand, after all, she knew they were the best, the smartest.

She had to explain the project they were bound to complete to a high standard, she just knew it was another to her list of student’s accomplishments she could brag about.

The project entailed 30% of coursework they must do in pairs in the span of 2 months. They could choose any topic so long as it followed the theme.

And this year’s theme was history, generally her students would groan at this topic, but considering they were able to decide on their personal preferences that should help encourage them to complete it to the best of their ability.

Plus, it helped towards their end of the year grade, and helped their teamwork skills. Of course, Mlle Bustier would always try to be as generous as she could, she wouldn’t remove marks from accidental mistakes unlike a purple haired teacher would, she just couldn’t bear to be so mean to them when she knew they were trying so hard to get all of their marks, she couldn’t punish them for that. Even if it was not necessarily the right thing to do, she couldn’t let there be any wrongful disappointment.

As long as they carried on being a great example, she could never fail them.

Besides everyone loved her projects, while having to be in pairs they always got to present it in any way they wanted, a science experiment, PowerPoint presentation to even a play, she was so very proud when Mylène did that play from last year, so impressive and she had gotten out of her shell. All she had to do was make them follow a simple rule before they could go all out. Her students loved the independence, and when they asked what type of ideas she had, she gleamed and expressed her own interest in the fairy tales. There was so much you could do with so many magical stories and elements, the possibilities were endless. She loved always talking about them in at least all of her lesson as she knew how many life lessons could come out of it.

And besides, in a sense, the other thing that made her the best teacher, she let them pick their own partners.

Of course, she had to make it seem like that.

It was always the same since kindergarten, everyone’s names would be placed in a bowl on a piece of paper, and one by one she’d pick a name up, when she read it out loud other people could raise their hands to ask to be their partner.

Normally it would be the first person to raise their hand, however, Caline wasn’t stupid, there were certain pairs she didn’t always want together.

Such as Alix and Kim, if it were a presentation about sports, she wouldn’t mind as much, knowing they would present a physical display of their athleticism… However, she knew if they were paired up for a slideshow presentation about let’s say, politics. She knew they would only start at the last minute, and include a very messily strown up slideshow. And with Marinette refusing to help out her classmates with even the simplest of matters, her hands were tied.

So, if they ever stuck their hand up for either of them, Bustier would wait to see who else would put their hand up, most of the time it was either Max or Nathaniel respectfully, and since they were all friends, no one had called her out for it.

And that’s how she got around it.

So, she started doing her routine, swirling her hand around the, she picked one up and began to read it aloud.

“Lila Rossi. And who would like to be her partner?” Immediately several hands shot up, bringing a smile on her face again, so many wanted to help this girl it filled her with pride and comfort.

And well, she always had to help by picking the most knowledgeable of students.

“Max, I believe I saw your hand up first” Some students moaned that they couldn’t be with Lila, but they knew that maybe next time they would get a shot.

“Ivan Bruel” Unsurprisingly Mylène’s hand shot up first followed by Juleka and Rose, now normally she wouldn’t let couples be together, but she couldn’t break them up, they did their work so well, so she let it slide.

Grabbing the next piece of paper Caline’s once bright smile, dropped as her eyes scanned over the name before sighing audibly, she didn’t need to hide it, everyone knew whose name it was.

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng took a deep sigh.

As soon as Bustier told them about a presentation she was immediately filled with dread.

She could quite easily do it well, or at least get a well enough grade considering Bustier’s shady marking skills.

But her partners influence would be something she dreaded.

Best case scenario, they’ll be so repulsed to be in the same room with her that they’d work independently, and it would more or less seem like two separate presentations in one. Her grade was low.

Worst case scenario, she’d be subjected to either do it alone, or screamed about how much they don’t want to be near her. Her grade would be lowered.

Not theirs, hers.

Bustier would exclaim how she wanted the bluenette to rise above it all and forgive them, and until she was a better student in her eyes, she’d be punished for it.

It didn’t help that when her name was specifically called out, there would be a silence they’ll have to endure for what would seem like eternity.

It would either stop when someone so nobly sacrificed themselves to team up with her or Bustier would be forced to wait until the end for the last name to be picked out.

And she hated having to feel like this.

They were all friends, why did it have to be like this?

And well, just like this silence, it would last for a rather uncomfortable time, more than Marinette liked.

Her head rested on the desk, she at this point didn’t care about her appearance in front of the new girl. It had been a week already and at this point Marinette knew they’d be no point getting to know someone who was bound to abandon her.

It was a despairing truth she’d learn from experience, it was why no one hung around her, even from the other classes, they would be a target next.

Marinette couldn’t blame them, if the situations were reversed, she doubted she’d have enough courage to go out of her way to help.

So, she’d just sit, head on desk as time would pass.

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“H-Hey! Why do you have your hand up, we told you how she was a bully, why would you want to be her partner!?”

???

Wait-

That wasn’t meant to happen.

Hesitantly, Marinette picked her head up, only to find her seatmate with an eager hand in the air.

She looked over to her face, a smile present as she glanced towards the teacher, waiting for her to say they would be paired together.

“I want to be Marinette’s partner, and I haven’t seen yet why I shouldn’t” Rosann’s head turned innocently to her classmates, she was radiating happiness as they stared in shock. A blond very much as he did want to be her partner when her name was called out, but he kept his thoughts to himself.

“Marinette! Did you threaten her as well, girl you’re unbelieva-”

“I’m afraid you are being mistaken Mlle Césaire, I wouldn’t willingly make a partnership with my enemy, now Mlle Bustier you may continue if you would please” Marinette gasped, she- she’d just put a target on her back. For her! This girl was crazy…

And yet, despite her cute appearance, she hadn’t seen someone look so confident and polite.

‘Wait did I say cute-’

Even though the girl had stated her answer, it wasn’t the answer the class was looking for.

“Mlle Bustier you can’t put their names down together” Someone protested. It sounded like Lila, she was always leading the class for this sort of thing.

“Yeah, put my name down for Rosaniline instead, we know she doesn’t mean it.” That was Alya.

“But I-” She felt guilty for the new girl, she really did, she would’ve warned her how you’ll never truly be able to say your opinion without everyone interfering or as she put it, butting in.

“She doesn’t know what’s she’s gotten herself into, the poor girl” Rose spoke, if Marinette wasn’t so used to it she’d flinch from the words Rose spoke about her.

What was bad, Rosann wasn’t able to speak.

What was worse, Bustier was very much considering it.

“I guess it would be for the best” Marinette couldn’t believe it. The one person who willingly decided to pair up with her, was being ignored to be partnered up with someone else.

Not that Marinette wanted them to be with someone else mind you, but it was their decision, why wasn’t she spared a thought and have people notice that maybe they didn’t have to decide for her?

What was crueller, was that Marinette found the one person that was on her side… Was the one person who was the first to make her clamper up.

“This is ridiculous absolutely ridiculous” Of all people, it had to be her to join in?

“How extremely hypocritical of you Mlle Bustier, if I couldn’t change my partner from the last project then neither does Dupain-Cheng in this one, isn’t this school meant to teach fairness. Well, the only fair thing I see is the fairly incompetent from this class” Of course the students didn’t take kindly to her words as Bustier sighed yet again.

She knew Chloé had a point, she’d tried to persuade Chloé to have a different partner than Sabrina a few times in previous projects, it would depend on the person, if Chloé didn’t mind, she’d moan but nothing else. If it was someone she didn’t like, she’d threaten to call the mayor, most of the times she wouldn’t considering out of all the teachers even Chloé would admit she liked Bustier the most, she’d never blame her for anything and she loved that about her, but she had a point none the less.

Besides, Bustier believed that maybe Rosaniline would prove to be a very good example to her previous one, and this could be a great place to start.

“Yes Chloé, I believe I understand now, it would be highly unfair if we didn’t let Rosaniline decide for herself” Marinette couldn’t help the somewhat annoyed glance she gave to the teacher for that comment.

“But Mlle-”

“No buts Alya, now why don’t we use the idea Chloé suggested?” The class all heard the snicker from Chloé, they couldn’t believe she could stoop so low like this.

And then it carried on like it had been, but Marinette couldn’t help but let her curiosity get the better of her and as the class was carrying on, Marinette swallowed the gulp that had formed in her throat and turned to the girl next to her.

“Err- Rosaniline?” She gently tapped the girl’s shoulder, she turned and showed she was listening.

“Yes?” Oh god Mari don’t lose confidence now.

“Why, why did you do that?” With that, she saw a smirk emerge from the girl.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious, but I am rather petty since I refuse to take the word of someone else before doing my own research” Oh. Somehow that wasn’t what she was expecting, but honestly it was better than pretending to care.

“Although… I should apologise, for how abrupt I was about it” Marinette widened her eyes, why- she didn’t do anything wrong?

“I would’ve preferred asking for your consent first, but seeing the opportunity I may have taken it rather quickly” She grasped one of her braids, a nervous habit maybe, Marinette couldn’t help but notice before giving her answer.

“N-No its fine, I-I don’t mind you being my partner, not like I’ve got anyone better- I mean- I didn’t mean it like that. I just- erm, I just. I’m glad you thought about me” If Marinette had been able to look past her hair, she would’ve noticed the small blush creep up on her cheeks.

“No problem”

***

Normally, a weekend would be extremely relaxing to the young designer.

She had as much time to sleep in, plus she started a late shift anyway, her Parents were the best when it came to that, since they knew how much trouble she had getting up on a school day, they knew they couldn’t ask her to get up early for work, especially since it was their workplace.

And she had completed other homework assignments a while ago, so surely there was no reason for why she should be pacing around in the living room so early for her.

Well, it may or may not have something to do with the new girl.

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She really should stop calling her new girl, she gave her her name for god’s sake.

But she just felt so nervous.

She told her Parents about this new assignment, and how she actually volunteered to be her partner, and how Marinette in the spur of a moment offered to go to her place on Saturday to start it. And she couldn’t deny when she saw the relieved expression she had when she offered. But now…

She hadn’t had someone over in years, everyone else avoided this place like the plague, the Parents still came though, and although they were slightly informed of the situation, they also just believed it was teenage drama.

Her own Parents showed their own worry, they loved their girl, and they truly didn’t want her to ever be hurt like last time ever again, but they also knew if she never gave this girl a shot, she’d never know.

Was it better to know than to ponder it forever?

That was a phrase Marinette was all too familiar with. However, it still didn’t calm her nerves.

Her Parents had told her if she didn’t want Rosaniline to be around anymore, they’d be more than happy to just so happen have an event take place right at that moment that she would have to leave, even if Marinette hoped that wouldn’t happen.

So, as she continued to pace, she was able to see from her balcony the Parisians all around, her doorway was slightly ajar so she could hear the sound of birds chirping, cars passing, and a motorcycle coming to a stop.

The noise of a motorcycle made her come to a fond thought of her Nonna. She loved her very much, and her free spirit.

Whenever she came back from one of her grand trips, she’d always get Marinette some type of fabric that always made her determined to incorporate into some type of clothing.

It was somewhat why she always stayed in the path of fashion, not just because her Parents would be disappointed in seeing her so unmotivated, but because she still liked the challenge of turning fabric into something.

She giggled, besides that thing from last week, it was the only adventurous thing she had done.

The sound of steps interrupted her as she saw her Maman, she nodded before Marinette felt a slight drop in her stomach.

She was here, she just needed to calm down, it would be fine.

She’d just smile and brace for it.

Walking down the stairs to her bakery was the same as always, she could smell the fresh bread from the oven. She always appreciated this aspect, living in a bakery always meant the aroma was lovely.

Going through the door after her Maman she braced herself to see the ne- er, Rosaniline.

What she didn’t brace for was the little girl cuddling her leg as soon as she entered.

“Hi, my names Piper, can we go to your room now?” She had to compose herself so she wouldn’t fall over with the girl in tow, but she couldn’t help internally awwing at the little kids’ appearance.

Black hair tied back in a red bow, a pink leotard with a lighter coloured tutu skirt. And a short but worn-out blue cape. And to top it all off, sparkly pink shoes faded to orange.

“O-Oh, hi there.” She gave a little wave, still completely confused.

“I’m so sorry Mari, Piper was just too excited to meet you, I’m very sorry for the shock” She saw a concerned look coming from Rosaniline. She sure did fret a lot- ah, she knew she didn’t mean it as a bad thing she just, well, she was used to being quiet and observing.

“Its fine really, but how come you brought your… Sister here?” She was unsure if the guess was right but considering the nod from the other girl, she relaxed knowing she was right. And considering she had to ignore a comment made from her Parents about a nickname she was given, she could just ignore that.

“I’m so sorry for the late notice, it’s just, something came up and I couldn’t find anyone able to take care of her. I’m really sorry for not telling you before but I- I don’t have your phone number so I couldn’t tell you. Eheh. I promise she won’t cause any trouble. Right?” The smaller girl, now back at her Sister’s side, bounced and repeated yes several times.

She looked to her Parents, almost asking them if it was alright, this whole situation caught her slightly off guard, and she momentarily forgot the question was directed at her.

Luckily her Maman was ready.

“Of course its fine, my, your Sister is such a cutie. And what’s your name sweetie?” Her Mother crouched down to make eye level. The girl puffed her chest out before standing straight up.

“My name is Piper Keyne-Hill ma’am, and I am 6 years old” She held one hand up before she looked up.

“Did I do it right?” Rosaniline smiled before bending down to her level as well.

“Do you believe that is the right answer?” Her use of that caused attention to Piper’s hand as the little one looked back, she gasped before proudly extending another finger up.

“There you go” She ruffled her hair as Marinette saw her Mother continue talking with Piper.

And yet… She felt that dread from earlier flee away, seeing Rosaniline interacting with her Sister so fondly brought heat to her cheeks and inside. She just, felt so calm around her.

And that warm smile…

She, kinda wanted her to smile like that to her…

“Marinette?” That broke her out of her trance, she looked over at her Papa who had a confused look.

“Shouldn’t you two start working on the project?”

“Huh? Oh- oh yeah, yes of course the project… Eh, Rosaniline lets go, I’ve got some kid books to keep Piper company” She didn’t mind the weight on her arm, or the way her Parents smiled at her interactions with the cherry haired girl.

She just minded how heavy her heart was pounding for some reason.

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Marinette never considered her room big, she always found it spacious, it might be due to her always misplacing at least something when she’s in a rush, but she knew where it would be.

Stepping over to her desk draw, she pulls out a bunch of child books, since Nadja always did spring a babysitting job on her, she figured there was no reason to place them somewhere that would be too much of a hassle to keep getting out. So, she kept them closer.

Turning back, she saw the two looking around her room, Piper held so much excitement as Rosaniline wore a smile.

“Woooooow, it’s so pink, Rosalee what type is it?” Tugging at her Sister’s cardigan the older girl smiled.

“There are many different types, so I doubt I know the exact one… But I’d say it was a coral pink” She pattered her head as she too looked over the room, a somewhat reminiscent expression as she takes it all in.

“Mari I’m so jealous, to be able to live in a bakery with all of those magnificent smells around every day, it must be like heaven” Marinette scratched her head, ok- this was all so different, no matter how much she wanted to go back to her usual self, there was always something holding her back. Almost like, if she fell in this trap again, she’d mess it up, before she could be comfortable.

There she goes again, over thinking the situation like before.

No wonder-

“Ahh- it’s a tiger, look look” Piper’s voice brought her out of it as she saw Piper sitting in Rosaniline’s legs.

“Mmhmmn, so, Mari should we get started?” Marinette could only nod before they pulled out some books to get started.

***

‘This was easier when I had to do it on my own’ The bluenette thought, now don’t get her wrong, they weren’t arguing or anything, they just couldn’t exactly agree on a subject together.

When Rosaniline suggested gory fairy tales, she had to physically force herself not to shudder, fortunately the girl opposite her said it was a mere jest, thinking it would’ve been funny to see the teachers face when they spoke about it, but maybe it would be too much.

Rosaniline even joked that they may not have anything in common at all, that did nothing to soothe the young girls’ nerves. She just knew this might not have been the best decision, if they couldn’t find a topic, she knew Bustier would blame her for it, and if Bustier blamed her no doubt the class would as well. And it would just be one more point for them as they’d slowly but surely turn Rosaniline away from her.

It’s not like she would be disappointed or anything, it’s just, she’d rather be right now than in the future with her hopes up.

But, it didn’t help that her feelings were so mixed about this. Why was it she wanted to get to know Rosaniline?

Knock knock.

“Girls, I think you’re due a break now, don’t you?” Marinette was relieved, surely after some food they’ll be able to come up with at least one idea.

“Yes, Mlle Dupain-Cheng, that would be lovely.”

“Now stop that, you can call me Sabine, aw such a polite child you are” She blushed as she rubbed the back of her head.

“Marinette dear, mind if you help me?” Her eyes were confused, her Maman would normally never ask for help, what was so different now?

But not wanting to cause a scene she nodded and proceeded to climb down, just as Piper was moving onto a different type of picture book.

Going over to the kitchen she saw that her Mother had prepared so much food it would’ve looked like a feast, but that was how she was, whenever guests came over you could see more food on a table than a table.

She hoped Rosaniline and Piper had an appetite.

“Is everything alright dear?” She felt her Maman’s hands on her shoulders, it was always reassuring that her Parents did so much to look out for her, even when she pretended to be just fine her Parents would give her time just to be by herself if she needed it and then be there if she wanted to talk.

“Yes Maman, she’s really nice… We just haven’t figured out what topic to do yet.” She laughed nervously as her Mother couldn’t help but give a somewhat serious expression.

“You know, if you at all feel uncomfortable, we can still make up an excuse-” She shook her head.

“No Maman its fine really, if anything we’ll just keep it to the school library… She’s- I don’t know, I can’t explain it, I just feel-”

“Relaxed?” Her Mother finished the sentence for her, she nodded as Sabine thought how glad this girl was making her feel.

“Alright, well then get back up there, you don’t want her thinking you abandoned her?” She nudged her cheek as Marinette pushed her hand gently. She gave her Mum a kiss on the cheek before making her way back up to her room.

She couldn’t explain the feeling much, it was like she was feeling peaceful, a smooth tranquillity around her.

It wasn’t a feeling she had around her older friends, it always seemed like whatever they did was rushed, no time to process it. Or they didn’t let her speak.

Rosaniline did, she let her speak, she listened to her, she made her- feel.

She didn’t want that feeling to go away.

“Piper- I know you like this book, but I don’t think you should be flicking through it.”

“But why? Marilee gave me these. And they look so pretty I want one.” The little one responded, she didn’t demand, she was raised better than that.

“Well, I don’t think she meant to give you this one.” She was confused, wait what book was it?

Her heart stopped as she saw a pink cover-

That- that was her commission book!

She was rushing too much to even notice that she’d given Piper that one book.

Oh god, she was going to see her secret, that she was starting her own commission blog, that she was MDC- that she could tell everyone at Collège Françoise Dupont, and it could ruin her career. That everyone could post lies about her, making nobody trust her and demand refunds, and maybe she’d get taken in by the police- be sent to jail and never have her dream job of-

“Mari? Hey, Mari can you hear me?” She felt warm hands wrap around her own. She could feel herself look up as silver concerned eyes looked back at hers.

She felt another tug at her skirt, looking down to see Piper with her own worried expression.

“Did I make Marilee upset?” It was a simple question that pulled at her heartstrings, she felt tears prickle at her eyes for her overthinking. But she didn’t mean for Piper to be upset, or for Rosaniline to be worried either.

There she went again, overthinking every little thing that she couldn’t account for, why did she have to be this way, why did she have to be so cynical and downright negative.

“Oh no, heavens no Piper, I just- er had something in my eye, yeah. You didn’t do anything Piper, I’m glad you like the books I gave you.” Piper smile grew as she proceeded to drag Marinette over to the books again.

She seemed to be putting on an act though, from what Rosaniline could see. She was panicking over something, why? She didn’t know, she did want to find out but didn’t want to push it. She had a habit of wanting to find out answers, it wasn’t a bad thing, she remembered her Mum say, it’s just sometimes she could be just a teeny bit insensitive about it.

Looking over the scene she saw her little Sister pointing excitedly at the pages of sketched clothing, her saying how much she loved them and all the colours that she used and said how the author was so creative.

Marinette laughed along, her tears faded as she enjoyed Piper’s enthusiasm, almost making a note to definitely make her something- and for Rosaniline of course, it’ll be weird to make it for one and not the other.

And then- an idea struck.

“I know, why don’t we do it about the history of fashion?” The dark-skinned girl spoke up. She saw two heads turn towards her as she grinned. Putting her hands together near her cheeks as she spiralled in her own thoughts.

“I’ve always wanted to learn more about it, to see the transformations going through all the ages. And this could be the perfect time. So, what do you think?” It was a question that seemed as if she could reject it, but it still felt like a trick.

What if she didn’t suggest this as a solution, but for convenience for herself, since now she knew she liked fashion and would make her do all the work, it’s not like it hadn’t happened before, so why did it hurt so much to have her do it?

Did she have any right to object, wouldn’t it seem like she was being way to fussy? They already saw her sketches before, so she couldn’t deny she was a good artist. But then what if the others thought it was her idea?

That she made Rosaniline chose this subject, and get told how selfish to have done so, a disappointing gaze from Bustier, a disapproving gaze from Adrien, she felt her chest tighten up again, oh god, she was overthinking again, why did she have to be like this?

“Hey- hey Mari, we don’t have to if you don’t want… I-er saw you liked videogames; we could always do it about that if you want?” But Mari felt so disappointed in herself, she was being so accommodating to her, why, why for her? She didn’t deserve this.

“B-But Marilee’s so good at drawing, she can really really really draw. I know you can do it.” Piper enthusiastically cheered, she would’ve smiled but couldn’t, not yet, she just had to think through it.

What could she do?

“Piper, not now” Rosaniline slightly scolded, she never liked doing it honestly, but besides her Mother she had the trademark glare that told her to pack it in.

Unfortunately, Piper never did look at her while she was in such an energetic mood.

What could she do?

“Rosalee she’s amazing, she’s the best in the world. Don’t do it about stupid video games.” She tried persuading her Sister to see some sense, in the short time that she had known Marilee, she was pretty much enarmed with her, she found another Sister that needed a confidence boost.

What. Could. She. Do!?

“Piper!- Look, sometimes not everyone wants to show their skills to other people, and we have to respect that, ok?” She crouched down to her level, kids felt less intimidated when you weren’t so tall, besides, Piper didn’t mean anything by it, she was always told to follow her heart, and if she was proud of something, she should show it off for the whole world to see.

What could-

Wait?

Could someone really be so accommodating? Could it really be true? Could all of this be true?

“Aww… Ok Rosalee, sorry Marilee” Piper hugged Marinette’s leg, and even though it felt like she was getting told off, she knew she wasn’t in real trouble.

Or was it a persona?

“I’ll do it.”

If this was a plan, a plan to make her do all the work, then she’ll go along with it. It felt so mean, so immature, so senseless that she still wasn’t trusting her, but she didn’t want to turn Rosaniline away without any evidence, besides, if this was all a trick, then surely it was better this way, she would’ve foreseen it and everything would go back to normal, she’d go off to join the class while she’d be alone once more, maybe they’ll have passing glances and memories of what could’ve been but she wouldn’t leave her here open and out to be in such a vulnerable position.

Not just for her, but for both, she didn’t know what would happen after another heartbreak.

“Huh?”

“I- I don’t mind if we do it about fashion, I mean, only if you want to, I don’t mind teaching you about it, I-I even had some books stored just for this, so I guess its lucky right” A nervous laughter evolved as she looked at anywhere but her.

However, the cherry haired girl wasn’t as convinced.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I guess little Piper just convinced me.” The little girl fist pumped to herself before running along back to her books before the bluenette felt soft hands on her shoulders.

“As long as you want to as well, I… Wouldn’t want to force you or anything” Quick, she had to ease the tension.

“-Psst- Don’t worry so much Rosaniline, c’mon I’ll see where I put those books, also how far do you wanna go back, if we go too far, we might not be able to cover everything. But if we go to a few years back our presentation would just be too small. Maybe we can just go halfway. That reminds me maybe we could have a physical element, I could throw together some pieces of old works together and show them of as we talk- or” Her shoulders were gently grabbed again as she looked at the close proximity she was in, it made her blush just a tad more than she thought she ever could.

“Maybe we could discuss that, over something to eat?” She quickly looked down and remembered the food on the ground, no doubt cold now. She felt guilt come in before seeing her passionate smile.

“Sorry, I just saw how passionate you were about this, I couldn’t bear to stop you, but then I got worried if you’d run out of air, Eheh. Think we can heat the food up?” She nodded, maybe it might be better to eat downstairs after all, now that Marinette knew what topic she- they were doing, they could crack on and complete it earlier than the deadline.

She’d have to get Rosaniline’s phone number of course, just in case they needed to discuss other things but that could wait.

Of course, it could wait.

She was just so happy in that moment, she- she may have really wanted to try and be her friend.

And maybe-

No- she just wanted to continue to be near her, to hold her hand when she’s upset, to help her when she’s had a bad day.

To be… Closer to her, to that warmth.

… Was it selfish of her to want to be near that warmth for longer?

***

Night had fallen upon Paris, but the lone girl on her balcony didn’t mind at all.

Ever since that day, a part of her wished something else would happen.

No- she didn’t want the hero to be hurt again, that’s by far too sadistic to even think about… But she was really excited by all of those events, when she was able to get a breather, there was a rush of adrenaline throwing through her veins, and even if she did want something else to happen, she’d prefer to be out here just to see if she could get a glimpse of the hero again.

It had been a week since it happened, and Marinette could only guess she must have been resting from her… Fight? Was that the right word? Oh well, she must’ve been resting since she hadn’t heard anything about her from the news for a while, she could only hope her wound would heal by professionals instead of her shoddy work. But- she had to realise that she had to hope for the hero’s survival.

For Soliane Rin’s survival.

… She may have read a bit more into her- but it was only out of curiosity, she wasn’t going to gain another obsessive crush over someone famous again, nope, nada, she wasn’t going to fall for those really amazing silver eyes the press had made sure to call grey, but she was sure they were silver.

Wait, no it wasn’t like she looked at them for particularly long or anything, she definitely didn’t get lost in them, she saw a poster of them! Ah- this wasn’t helping. She needed to change the subject immediately!

Clang.

She jumped up instantly, her commissions book that was resting on her lap was now flying through the air! Oh no, she was going to lose everything, crap! Her designs!

A figure, however, flew up to catch them before landing in front of the startled girl.

“I believe these books were trying to plan their escape from you mi Belle” It was her; it really was her! She was-

“You’re alright” Her happiness took over her before she could even register that she had leapt into the arms of the hero of Paris.

She was going to regret this so much.

With her cheeks rosying so much, she jumped back until she fell back onto her chair, apology after apology escaping the girl not daring to look at her face.

‘How embarrassing, how inappropriate, how childish. Why did she have to make a fool out of herself now? In front of the new hero no less? Again!’

“There’s no need for any embarrassment, I was unaware I’d caused you such panic over my recovery, if I’d known you were worried, I would’ve visited a lot sooner.” Ah- she was always so formal with her choice of words. It was great, she was great- wait what?

“But I- didn’t realise you’d wish to see me after my blunder from last time.” That made her perk up, what… What was she talking about?

Soliane’s gaze seemed to be fixated on the ground as she looked so- so frustrated with herself. Why?

“To have failed on the first day as a hero, to have troubled a civilian with help. I can’t thank you enough to have woken you at such a godly hour just for my sake” She bowed her head forward as Marinette couldn’t help but try to make her stop.

“It’s nothing really, I mean I’m sure anyone else would help out a hero like you. I-I mean maybe not everyone else since there are some bad people but I’m sure most will. Not that you don’t need it, I mean you do- don’t I- I’m sorry I’m rambling again” Soliane Rin didn’t appear to hear her as she carried on with her tirade.

“But to not even know who it was that harmed me. I-I don’t deserve to have my title as a hero.” Why? Why was she saying this? She- no she couldn’t be serious.

But that look made it all the more real, she’d seen it so much. Every time she ever looked in the mirror after crying for so long, regret, disappointment, anything and everything negative flashed through her mind and she could tell, see everything, all of it.

And knew it broke her, would break her.

Marinette knew she didn’t have any powers.

She couldn’t shoot lasers from her eyes.

She couldn’t fly.

She couldn’t control objects through her mind.

But- how Mother always said she had a talent for one thing.

Empathy.

She could be so understanding when her mind was so calm, when she wasn’t worrying about what others were thinking of her, when she could see, truly see inside their heart, all of their feelings out on display, and helping them, by being there for them.

For knowing exactly what to say…

It- may not always work, but no superhero comes out of every battle unscathed.

“Please stop” She looked up, but it was still such a pitying look. She could see through her smile, but it felt as if she wasn’t even trying to hide it, like there was no use concealing it.

“You can’t keep blaming yourself for a mistake like that, it’s not fair to you- or to me. Yes, I was scared when I saw you injured, but I’m so glad that you’re here now. You’re still standing. You still want to continue even when you were hurt. I’ve seen just how strong you are, how confident you can be when the world tried to throw its worse at you.” She stepped closer to her, having gotten up from her fallen position.

“So please don’t give up for one mistake,”

She stepped closer…

“Don’t give up when I know you have the strength in you to persist.” She wrapped her arms around her again, and this time she wasn’t so embarrassed about doing it.

She was crying…

She tried to use those words for someone else.

It hadn’t worked… So, she had to believe in anything and everything for it to succeed now, for her.

“You risk your life every day, and yet you never ask for anything. I want to thank you for all that you’ve done, on behalf of Paris, no, the whole world. You’re a real hero Soliane Rin. Please don’t doubt that.” She hugged a bit tighter; she hadn’t meant to get so emotional on her, but maybe that emotion wasn’t just for her.

.

.

It was silent.

Too silent.

Marinette had to hold her breath in anticipation, did- did she go too far? Did she overstep her boundaries again? Did she-

“Ah I see. Thank you, I-I mean, I appreciate your gratitude Marinette” When she looked back, she could see her cheeks were red, she could see her silver eyes look back at her before seeing her own cheeks reddening as well- wait, she was so close! Again!

She jumped back again, not falling this time, thanking the heavens that she wasn’t making a fool out herself as much as usual.

“I must commend your stubbornness my dear. I- I hadn’t imagined you’d have a positive opinion of me after that, I must apologise for making such a rash assumption about you, and for- eh snapping me out of that. I’m thankful to have met such a kind and respectable hero like you.” She bowed her head again as Marinette had to comprehend what had just happened.

It felt awkward, Soliane Rin was blushing a lot, Marinette was blushing like crazy as well.

“Me a hero, what no way. You’re just joking, don’t tell me you hit your head too?” She waved her hands in front of her. She recalled how clumsy she was, how often she’d trip on the stairs to Collège or even when she dropped her tray of pastries on the floor, that one was particularly embarrassing.

However, she was too late to see that Soliane had stopped her smile as Marinette began to panic again.

“No! I didn’t mean hit your head I meant did you crack it- no check it- no I mean, how can I ever be a hero to anything, I’m just me, Marinette. I don’t have any superpowers or anything I’m just an ordinary girl ehehehe” She felt her hand taken by the hero again, her heart stopping for a moment before jumping to x2, she couldn’t believe she was holding her hand again.

“Just because I wear a mask and costume doesn’t make me a hero. It’s my ideals and thoughts for the people. Marinette, you may not have powers, or a hero name. But you can be a hero still. After all, All that is needed for the prevail of malevolence is that individuals concede defeat.” Marinette was shocked, she just- wow, that was cool. And… So sweet. To say that, about anyone, about her. Even if she didn’t fully believe it at first, she’d be sure to keep those words very close to her heart.

The bluenette smiled back, before they both looked over her balcony and over Paris, they share a moment just looking out, the silence was comforting to them as some time passed.

There was a question that may have crossed her mind at one point, she felt guilty for taking so much time out of her day- night- schedule? Oh well, she had to ask just one little thing.

Marinette fiddling with her fingers, she took a deep breath.

“S-So do you have to do a patrol or-” Soliane looked up surprised before checking something around her wrist, she laughed nervously before turning back.

“Huh- oh yes, unfortunately I won’t be able to stay longer, however it would be even more unbefitting of me to avoid my job any further” She wanted to deny what she said was true, but saw her giggle so slightly, knowing it was a small joke, she lightened up as Soliane Rin bows again and flies off from her balcony railings bidding her adieu.

With her hand resting where her heart was beating, faster than usual, faster then whenever she was late for class. Faster than-

Oh

Oh

Oh no.

No no no! Not again, how did she not realise it sooner?

How!?

This familiar feeling.

Why did it come back?

And why did she want it to stay!?

***

I hope you enjoyed it.

Anyway, I’m willing to take a bunch off prompts for Rosann and Mari on date nights/doing couple things, whether you want some added salt from the class is up to each requester, I may turn a few away if I either feel uncomfortable or simply not able to write it, these prompts will come out randomly, I have no structure to anything. To submit, I’ll allow for the idea to be within any time frame, i.e. when they first meet, to being friends, to being a couple. I do love angst although I’ll be unsure how to make it work when it should be a ton off fluff stuff. If you have any questions don’t feel afraid to ask, I might have to clarify some points. I’ll be ordering the prompts, and stating when they come in the main story, what you would’ve need to have read before, if it contained any spoilers for certain chapters and any trigger warnings, although you may need to state what might be triggering as sometimes, I too get confused on what I need to state, if anyone can do that then that’s alright.)

Even though I like a Saltinette, sometimes I still wanna see a different perspective of her, an anxious, guilt-ridden, cautious, mess like this version. I just think it’ll be interesting to basically rewrite Marinette’s character. Instead of this sassy overconfident one in most fanfic’s I’ve now changed the status quo. Haha.

And I believe I’ve taken a somewhat realistic approach to Marinette trying to trust someone else, I didn’t want to just rush into it. However, I do think it’s a bit different with Soliane Rin because she is a hero, and I think Marinette could trust her a lot easier than Rosaniline.

Also did you know that Majestia’s quote was a straight rip off of Edmund Burke’s?

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing.

Yeah...

Cya next time.

Note: Please tell me if I should add anything else to the card, there will be one of these cards for all 15 chapters, however, because I have uni work all updates will be slower because I really need to focus on the uni stuff, then I might be able to upload quicker. They also may change in the future because I can never stop adding stuff.

[lawblrworld]

(Mostly) healthy study snack ideas.

I LOVE to snack while I work, but this can be a problem, especially during exam times when I work almost all day, so I always need to think about how to make my snacks a little healthier to avoid eating junk food 24/7. Here are a few easy & mostly healthy snack ideas to fill up your next study session:

1. Naan/ pita bread with a healthy dip (e.g. hummus, tzatziki, paté, low fat cream/ cottage cheese, guacamole, salsa, Baba Ganoush, tahini etc.)

2. Mixed berries (blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, gooseberries, cranberries, cherries, mulberries, black berries, currants, goji berries)

3. Toasted brown/ rye bread with your fave topping (sugar free peanut butter, nut butter, tahini, bananas and honey, camembert/ brie cheese, salami and cheddar, pastrami, vegemite/ bovril/ marmite and gouda cheese, chunky cottage cheese and chives, chicken mayo and spinach, avo and sprouts etc.)

4. A bowl of sugar free instant oats with some fun toppings (my favourite is adding 1/2 tbsp of nutella & 1/2 a sliced banana, but you can also add: peanut butter and banana, mixed berries, cinnamon and vanilla, choc chips and coconut flakes, apple and cinnamon, dates and vanilla) (For the adventurous: my family loves eating sugar free oats with small blocks of cheese and a bit of butter - the cheese melts in the warm oats and it becomes more like a mac ‘n cheese vibe)

5. Nuts and seeds (almonds, pecans, hazelnuts, brazil nuts, cashews, pistachios, macadamia, peanuts, walnuts, pine nuts, sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds)

6. Popcorn (For a healthier option, skip on the pre-packed microwave bags & just buy the loose kernels and pop it in a microwave safe bowl with a lid- just add whatever salt or flavour you want)

7. Veggie sticks and hummus (sliced carrots, sliced cucumber, sugar snaps, peppers/ capsicum, jalapeños, mini tomatoes, broccoli, asparagus)

8. Baked sweet potato fries (done in the oven) with a creamy mayo or ketchup

9. Pretzels and your fav dip (if you feel like a real treat, these are amazing with nutella)

10. Mixed fruit salad bowl (mango, kiwi, dragon fruit, berries, pineapple, apple, banana, grapes, starfruit, litchi, pear, persimmon, papaya, melon, cherry, pomegranate, watermelon, guava, granadilla/ passion fruit, fig, peaches, plum)

11. Mini snack platter (crackers, fruit, cheese, deli meat, chips, veggies, dips, cooked cold meats, nuts).

12. Sushi (a treat you can never go wrong with)

13. Dark chocolate.

14. Homemade iced coffee (make cold brew the night before from coffee grounds & stick it in the fridge. Just add sweetener and your milk of choice the next day)

[barnesandco]

Ayesha!! How about 'sometimes i just can’t stop kissing your stupid face' from your prompt list? <3

I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk

Drabble

Warnings: Nudity, I guess? Brief mentions of war, flashbacks, and PTSD. No alcoholic drinks involved, in spite of the title. It’s hurt/comfort, my dudes, I don’t know what to tell you.

A/N: Apparently, fluffy Sam ideas inspire the softie, songfic writer in me, because this prompt reminded me of the above lyric from Dress by Taylor Swift. Thank you for the request, Helios! 

Sam enters the bedroom from the en-suite bath with a tired smile and a sweet nod, both aimed at you, unspoken gestures in the wordless language you have built over the years to tell you the bath is ready. You fiddle with the tie of the robe you’re wearing, somehow shy and apologetic at having come to him for comfort, even though he has already reassured you multiple times that you aren’t a burden.

You’re his best friend, and he’s happy to be there for you whenever you need it. “You’re allowed to not want to be alone,” he says again, approaching you with open arms and you sink into that embrace with stubborn tears stinging your eyes, tears that you push back fiercely. An exhale leaves you with a shudder, and you nods against his cashmere-clad, solid shoulder.

“Thanks, Sammy,” you say, pulling back. You don’t try to apologize again, in part because you don’t know if you have the words to, but mostly because the fervently protective look in Sam’s eyes tells you he’s not going to stand for it. “I appreciate it.”

Only nodding again, he lets you go with a quick rub of your shoulder blades with the hands you know better than any other. 

The bathroom is lit with the glow of a glorious autumn sunset, and there’s a solitary candle named Soaring Around -- you snort involuntarily -- on the vanity, that you inhale the scent of before turning to the bath. It’s cloudy with opalescent bubbles, the rainbow hues reflecting onto the wall like in a miniature disco party. Hanging the robe up behind you, you step into the warm water, that smells of jasmine, and something tells you Sam has probably added Epsom salts to soothe the ache in your muscles.

Sinking into the water releases a sigh that seems to escape from your body as much as it does your mouth, and you almost forget about what brought you here. Namely an exhausting day at the gym, haunted by flashbacks like you haven’t had in months. Images of war and bullets, explosions and gunfire, in between the mixed martial arts lessons you teach to anyone who wants them. 

You were honorably discharged from your job as a Marine a little over a year ago, after a hostage situation gone terribly wrong and a consequent PTSD diagnosis, and it’s been hard to readjust, even with Sam’s help. Inseparable since childhood -- you were neighbors, grew up side by side -- until you went to war on different fronts. The thought of coming home, the memory of Sam waiting at the airport when you stepped out, remembering the secure hold he had enveloped you in warms you from ankle to toe. 

He’s a good man, Sam Wilson. One of the best there is, you’re convinced, but more than that, he’s a good friend. Steadfast and patient throughout your recovery, and your re-acclimation to normal life after near back-to-back tours. Never wavering once.

The closeness has been reawakening things you thought you buried as a high-school crush, but there hasn’t been any room to move forward in. For one, you’re too scared to break a good thing, the best thing that ever happened to you. For all the solid strength this friendship brings you, it feels as fragile as glass these days. Teetering on the edge of something great, something golden, that feels like it’s been carved into your fates since the moment you shook chubby hands as toddlers. But something always makes you take the teetering see-saw off the pivot, place it on the flat, even ground, never letting it rise any higher. 

Persuading yourself that it’s because you aren’t in any state for romance is easy, although internally you’re aware it’s a lie. Progress has been made in leaps and bounds, with stumbling blocks like today in between, but you’re no longer the shell of a woman you were when you arrived seaside a year ago, and that, in large parts, is due to Sam. 

This is not to say that you haven’t returned the favor, because you have. It’s why you chose D.C. Sam can take care of himself, but he shouldn’t have to -- how hypocritical of you, honey, you hear him say in your head. Coming home from the studio to him sitting in front of your door, red-eyed with phantom menaces in his head. Panicked calls at two in the morning, Sam’s husky voice rasping tired and sleep deprived, barely controlling the fear after another nightmare, your own voice the only thing able to talk him down. Sometimes failing entirely, turning to concrete at the thought of any terrible thing happening to him because what the hell would you do if he--

“Bumblebee?” Sam calls, using the nickname he adopted for you as a teenager, joking that your mind buzzed as loud as the insect, that he could hear you thinking faster than you could talk, which is really saying something considering your chatterbox of a mout--  “You okay?” He asks, when you take too long to answer.

“Yeah, fine, Sam,” you call back, pulse pounding. 

A heartbeat’s count passes. And then three more, before he speaks again. “I have tea,” he says cautiously, and you know why. He isn’t telling you to hurry up, he’s asking for permission to enter.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You say, the grin on your face no longer forced. The bubbles and the milky water cover you just enough, and a pesky ghost whispers in your ear: do you care if they don’t?

The door creaks open and Sam appears with two mugs in hand; yours has a Daffy Duck cartoon on it and his boasts the Avengers logo. “Hey,” he says, reaching down to give you the cup before settling down on the soft bathmat next to you. 

“Hi,” you say, mind going into overdrive at his elbow resting on the edge of the tub, his tongue licking his lips after a sip of tea, the bubbles mirrored as polychromatic circles in his big eyes. You resent the water for obscuring their pure, brown beauty. 

Those eyes look at you worried, with question marks in them now, and Sam goes to open his mouth but you answer him before he has to ask. “I’m okay, Sam, I don’t want to talk about it,” you tell him, honestly. “I feel a lot better just being here.” You don’t add around you, but that’s a given at this point.

He leans back dubiously. “Okay, but if you change your mind--”

“I’m here for you,” you finish with a nod and a grin. Exactly, his eyes say. “So the bath helped?”

“Yes,” you reply, and then ask about which salts he used, which turns to a question about why you needed them in the first place, and before you know it, you’re regaling him with stories about your most junior class, and his laughter fills the room as loudly as the fading sunlight does, love in the room warm and bright and tangible.

He tells you about training Spider-Man, his youngest recruit, and his mention of his meme usage makes you laugh so hard you spill a little tea, and then quiet down, drinking the rest quickly and putting away the mug. A satisfied sigh leaves you, your very bones now content and silent, waiting. Sam watches you patiently.

“What’re you looking at?”

His gaze is somber, and he leans forward, arms hovering over the edge of the tub to take your face in his hands, lays a soft peck on your left cheek, and then your right. Your skin grows hot under his touch, and he continues, placing a quick kiss on your forehead, grazing across the surface, then moving down to your closed eyelids, the tip of your nose and finally your chin.”I just love your stupid face, sometimes,” he says with a smirk and a shrug that is none too innocent, before circling over your face with his lips again, and again, and stopping only when you giggle to look at you meaningfully, thumbs stroking your pulse point.

Something gives you the nerve to say: “You missed a spot,” and rub your lips together so there is no ambiguity about which spot you mean. His eyes darken, deepen, and there are no more questions now. No doubts. Whether in a moment of madness, or impulse too strong, the balance tips over and his lips slant over yours. 

Sam kisses like he hugs -- heated, all-consuming, until the world falls away and he is everything. Your hands find themselves forming fists in his shirt as you push forward, water lapping gently at you, not as warm as his hands cradling your face, his lips pushing and pulling. Mouths open, then, and the taste of mint tea meets camomile with a pressure sweet and ferocious.

Time passes in inhales between kisses, and it takes half a dozen brief, sharp gasps between the meeting of your lips before you admit to being breathless, and lean back. Sam presses in with one more passionate kiss, both his lips engulfing your bottom one as he pulls away, a soft groan emitted at the warmth.

When you open your eyes, he’s still holding you, and your hands stroke his wrists, return the steady, intent look he is giving you. The one that tells you, without spoken words, that he loves you. You let the tilt of your forehead to meet his, the gentle kiss you bestow the corner of his lip, say I love you, back.

[magic-of-drawing]

Extended content on Balan Wonderworld

Okay, the Demo has been released for a long while now and I know there is high criticism for it and many folks would likely turn away from it. But to anyone who is still interested in play the game after experiencing the Demo or still curious about it, then I will leave this message is for you (as someone who followed this game series since its announcement trailer) you can have a better understanding of it.

 BALAN WONDERWORLD is a wondrous action-platformer game themed around a mysterious musical theatre. The stars of the show will use special abilities from a multitude of characterful costumes as they adventure in the bizarre and imaginary land of Wonderworld. So think of it.... as you playing Alice who is actually traveling to Wonderland. The game is more or less a successor to Night in Dreams but is something different. It's related but it's likely doesn't reside in the same world (take what I said with a grain of salt.) 

~Now to get to the more narrative aspect of the game....there isn't a straightforward story but rather a theme to it. Here memories and vistas from the real world mix with the things that people hold dear. There are Twelve different tales (or Chapters) in Wonderworld and each with its own unique quirks (or settings). They are mostly labyrinthine stages, using all tricks and gimmicks whether out in the open or hidden, the player needs to get through them in order to get to the heart of each touching story.

 So long story short: It's basically you traveling to different worlds that reflect their hosts, find their "heart", discover what brought darkness within their hearts, and freeing them. Basically a rescue mission with a twist.

 ~Next we move onto the game mechanics (which I believe, is the biggest subject that needs explanation), the random characters like Tornado Wolf and Jumping Jack are actually embodiments of power-ups or costumes. There are like 80 or more in this game and each of them is a representation of the Host and their world. What they represent is basically up to you.

 So far there are like 5-6 costumes each in 12 chapters and each one has a unique skill or quirk to them that can help you guide around the stage and solve puzzles. And since there are usually 2 Acts on each chapter stage so there are likely 3 or 4 costumes in them as well. 

 The little creatures are called Tims and are basically the Chao or Nightopians of Wonderworld. They live on the Isle of Tims (which is your Hub World) and they are born from the happiness felt by inhabitants of the real world. They all come in colors and personalities, and they’ll help you on your adventures. For example, The Pink Tims help you collect items you overlook or past while the Red Tims attack your enemies. 

The Drops are like food that changes their colors and quirks while also making them bigger. 

 The Balan Bout is basically a quick-time event where you play as Balan. If you play with all excellent you get a Balan Statue.

The Statues are mostly scattered throughout the Chapters and you will need to collect enough of them to move to the next chapters. It's always good to collect as many of them as possible if you can.  

 ~ Moving onto the main characters, there only 4 we are aware of. 

 Starting off with the title character, Balan himself is the magical maestro of the theater with eccentrics of his own. He's mostly your guide in Wonderworld and basically the one Genie from Aladdin of Wonderworld. He's charming to say the least and easily the most fun to watch. 

 Next, we have the player: Leo Craig A 15-year-old boy who always acts cool but is really lonesome. Several years ago he had a big argument with his best friend and has preferred being alone ever since which explains in his cutscene on why he is kinda rude. 

 Then we have another player: Emma Cole, also 15 who is has a bright smile yet often concerns herself with whatever one says around her which makes her very self-conscious and nervous. 

 Finally, we have Lance, the mysterious being within Wonderworld who controls the Negatis and traps visitors in Wonderworld with negative energy to create monsters out of them. Not much information from him other than he is the antagonistic force of Wonderworld.

So far, this is much information on the characters as we can collect thus far. 

 Finshing up with the discussion, I believe the game itself is mostly a passion project for Yuji Naka and I can tell he put a lot of work into this too. There are some things that needed more focus on like the context as well as dialogue but as I mentioned earlier, the core of the game is mostly about finding Balance within yourself and understanding what makes you happy in life. And since the setting resides in a magical theater...I think going to expect music, dancing and probably singing as well. 

 A/N: This isn't me defending the Demo as I am aware that it has issues that needed to be fixed but I am also willing to give the game series a chance since it's the kind of game that I honestly don't mind playing. This message is just me explaining the game in a better context from the information that I and the discord server had collected over the time since the announcement so please do not judge those who still love the game. 

 TLDR: My discussion is a thorough extended content of BALAN WONDERWORLD, 

 ~An action platformer game with puzzle-solving and collectathon

 ~The story is more of a Theme that is a central topic, subject, or message within a narrative. And it takes place in a magical theater about 2 teenagers with issues helping 12 other people with issues with the power of friendship, theater, and furry outfits.

 ~There are over 80 costumes that help throughout the Chapters/Stages of the game. 

 ~The Tims are your helper sidekicks

~And game has good visuals and content but the execution of the demo was not but still giving it a chance.

[morrigan24601]

My two bio kids have always been phans from the time they were little. I kind of inadvertently raised them that way. They were humming along to POTO almost before they could talk. We watched 2004 POTO and the 25th Anniversary a lot. They've seen the cartoon. They know I have the original novel but they're not quite at the point where they'd like to read it yet.

Anyway, on to the meat of the story.

My oldest kid is 13 now and growing like a wild, wonderful weed (she's almost as tall as me!). She's currently going through a seemingly endless phase in which she watches '04 POTO on repeat and there is absolutely no middle ground for her current emotions regarding it. She's no stranger to the film, obviously, but her feelings about it have changed markedly from when she was younger. She used to feel sorry for Erik but she was kind of scared of him and would say things like "he's a creepy stalker man who kills people. Run, Christine, run!!" I was weirdly proud of her for that. "Ah, what sensible little phans I'm raising," I would say. 😂

She now (and I'm now almost completely convinced that this has to be a near-universal rite of passage for young phans) ships Erik and Christine hardcore, thinks they should get married and have kids no matter what, and hates Raoul with a burning passion. My efforts to provide some slight nuance to this and hearken back to her earlier feelings on the matter have fallen on mostly deaf ears.

She assures me, however (with a great deal of eye-rolls thrown in the mix), that she KNOWS Erik is not a great guy and she KNOWS Raoul is not really all that bad comparatively, but by god, she ships E/C, and Raoul is in the way of her ship. "Raoul needs to die in a fire" has become her favorite phrase.

I am less than a month away from turning 34 and I did not ask to feel like an impossibly ancient relic when I'm still this young, but here we are. Also I feel like a massive hypocrite because I went through a very similar phase myself when I was 18 and stumbled onto POTO for the first time, and hell, I STILL ship E/C and it's all I ever really write. I'm just being a mom, I guess. Fanfics are all well and good, I just don't want her to unwittingly fall prey to the idea that she can fix an abusive person with the power of her love IRL because frankly, I tried that multiple times to my detriment when I was a young adult.

I'm mostly just hanging back and letting her do her thing, because she and I have had enough talks over the years that I know she knows deep down to take her ship with a grain of salt and not treat it too terribly seriously.

I think she and I are probably going to look back and have a good giggle about all of this in a few years. It's honestly wild to me that my firstborn is growing up so quickly. I feel like one of these days I'm going to blink and she'll suddenly be an adult.

There really isn't any particular point to this story, just sharing the joys (and occasional mild frustrations) of intergenerational phandom with you all. ❤

[rayne-storm]

AUgust 14 - Chefs

Title: WENN LIEBE IN DIR IST… UND GUTES ESSEN

Fandom: Tanz Der Vampyr

Alfred/Herbert, Graf/Sarah

This is my favourite musical. Straight up. You cannot get better than this. Maybe "Master and Margarita" but I haven't found a good bootleg of it.

I really hope you guys like this one!!!

Oh, there they were again. That damned truck with it's bombastic orchestral music, the catchy paintings, and the obnoxious sign boy. Alfred knew they were doing this on purpose, parking there because they knew how much it pissed off the staff of his own restaurant. Sure, it wasn't really "his" restaurant. It really belonged to Abronsius, the eclectic perfectionist who taught him everything.

And there the sign boy went, platinum hair flowing ever so delicately on the wind. He chatted up anyone that came by, and of course the mesh shirt mixed with the weird cape thing only made the spectacle that much more intriguing.

Alfred must have been glaring for too long because the blond eventually turned and winked straight at him through the window.

Damnit!

His face must have turned red because Abronsius asked him what was wrong, and he quickly made up some excuse about the heat before going back into the kitchen.

"You know," Sarah - the newest pastry chef - whispered, "their food's really good, and the sign dancer guy is single~" she teased.

Alfred felt his face pucker like he'd eaten a lemon.

Yes, the man was attractive, but from what Abronsius had said, they were all bad sorts there. But… well… whatever. Whatever. He had soups to make.

---

Three nights later. They were back. He had the evening off. Fuck. He was pissed. Abronsius had denied him a raise again. He shouldn't have been surprised, but if always stung when he was educated on exactly why he wasn't worth an extra two dollars an hour.

He knew he was young, sure, but he wasn't stupid or incompetent, he didn't have wrong priorities. He wasn't any of the things that stodgy old bastard said. And all he had wanted was two (2) more dollars. It wouldn't have even made him the highest paid (even discounting the profits he knew the old asshole was keeping).

So he wanted to make the man upset. As the sounds of Tchaikovsky drifted towards him, he couldn't help smirking. He hoped Abronsius was watching. Hoped Abronsius saw him ordering off the competition's menu, and he fully planned on eating right outside the restaurant, in full view from the large glass windows.

"Well hello there, finally come to see what all the fuss is about?"

Alfred nearly jumped out of his skin. He hadn't heard anyone approaching, but there he was: the sign guy. Blond haired, pale skinned, and just, umf, fucking beautiful.

Alfred felt his heart rate increase just from the sheer proximity.

"I-I-I, uhm, yeah. Uh, m-mostly, well, I, uh, wanted to p-piss off my boss."

Real smooth, dipshit!

Sarah was right. He was hopeless.

The guy grinned and, of all things, kissed his hand.

"Well, I'm glad you did. I thought I might have to venture into that tacky place to properly say hello."

Alfred honestly didn't disagree. The restaurant was called Knoblauch, which just meant "garlic" and the interior was kind of gaudy. Not that he would have ever dared say so.

"I, uh- wait. You wanted to see me?"

"Every day since I first spotted your adorable pout, yes."

It was effortless the way this guy flirted and Alfred was just getting more and more shy.

"I'm… um… that's sweet. Thanks."

"So did Sarah get you to take a look? She's been very chatty about you, you know."

Ah fuck.

"I, uh, I mean, maybe I guess, but, uh-"

"She says you're a single hopeless romantic, and I really hope she's right," the man interrupted, and whoops, there went Alfred's ability to speak anything but flustered gibberish entirely.

The man leaned down and grinned.

"My name's Herbert von Krolock. What's yours?"

Oh, Alfred knew this man knew, but he couldn't help answering anyway, stuttering it out.

Herbert grinned. "You're so cute! Do you wanna have dinner with me? Now?"

"U-u-uh, um, I mean, uh, I…. Yes…?"

Herbert took his hands (both of them, like this was some kinda romcom), and led him over to the side of the food truck, music playing louder there, and the magnificent frescoes truly visible. They were gothic scenes, dark balls. Alfred couldn't help liking them, for whatever reason.

Then another beautiful man appeared, pale and salt-and-pepper tied in a neat bun.

"Oh, the boy finally came. What shall we have tonight?"

Herbert smiled and nudged Alfred, who realized in a panic he had no idea what kind of food they even sold. The man seemed to take pity on him, luckily.

"Let's start you with a sampler, then. I know it's a wide variety… I'm glad you stopped by. Sarah speaks highly of you," he added with a small smile.

If he survived this Sarah was getting the bougiest fucking brunch ever.

Hebert led him to a small table over to the side to wait.

"You know, Graf is head over heels for her, but he's afraid his age will put her off," the blond murmured conspiratorially.

Alfred couldn't help snorting softly.

"She has a thing for older guys, actually. He should go for it."

Herbert grinned brightly. "I'll try to let him know that…"

Alfred couldn't help smiling. Was it something in the air? Who knew? He just… was having the best night he'd had in a long time.

The food was ready and Herbert got it, stopping only briefly to greet visitors. Alfred was a little surprised, since he always seemed so sociable before, inviting people in.

"What's the look for, hmm?"

Alfred was startled again by the quietness of Herbert's steps.

"O-oh! Nothing, really. Just… you always seem so chatty when…"

"When you spy on me from your little restaurant? I am. But tonight I'm on a date with a very cute guy, and he gets all my attention."

Alfred once again lost all coherence, nibbling at a strawberry to hide his sheepishness.

Herbert just chuckled, and began telling him about the food truck.

Graf (the owner, Mr. Sexy Older Guy) had taught himself to cook after dealing with a very hard childhood, and one day he decided he would take his knowledge out and feed others. He quickly became popular as a caterer at parties, the rich-people kind, like masquerade balls and that kinda thing.

He still did them sometimes. But his true love lay in cooking for the masses, it seemed, out on the street, in parks, at games. He decided to take the Balls and Parties with him.

"That's… really cool," Alfred admitted.

"Yeah? I think so. But we might have to give it up… he's thinking of doing a world tour in his golden years," Herbert began with a wry smirk, "as though he ever plans on retiring… but he wants an apprentice. I'm no good at anything except cold foods and people-pleasing…"

Alfred sighed and shook his head. Just his luck. He found a new favourite place and they were closing.

"I mean, you seem pretty good at what you do…" Herbert added suggestively.

"Wait, wait, what? Me?"

"Yeah. You. You're not the only one that spies from time to time. You seem really passionate about food. And fast. And competent in general."

Everything that Abronsius berated him for not being.

"I… is this all just a ploy? To poach from the competition?" He asked, stiffening. It was one thing to be all flirty and friendly, an entirely other thing to-

"What? No. Of course not! I'm not so shallow I'd do that."

Herbert looked genuinely hurt and offended. Fuck.

"I… I… I'm sorry it's just… I'm pretty often reminded that I'm a young, stupid know-nothing that'll never make it on my own and all…" Alfred muttered bitterly.

"That old hack doesn't know what he's talking about."

Graf's voice came from nowhere, and you know what? Alfred could live in a state of permanent heart-attacks. That was fine.

"What? You know him?"

"That pompous blowhard is the reason I never went to culinary school. Way back when, he made everyone's life hell because it had to be his way or nothing, because he knew how to cook 'properly' and we knew nothing."

"....so I take it he hasn't changed much."

"Nope. Almost ruined food for me. I decided I'd never go through anything that would turn me into a rude monster like that."

"Well, I'm quitting tomorrow, so I don't blame you."

Graf chuckled. "Why bother with that courtesy? Just come work for me. Rub it in his face. Bring the girl too. Take his two best kids from him."

Yeah. That… that sounded good.

"You know what? I think I will. If you'll excuse me, I have a call to make."

He walked over to the other side of the truck, a little ways away, where he could look in and see the kitchen. And there was Sarah, flinching at something the old bastard was saying.

He called her number.

He almost couldn't believe it when she picked up.

"Look outside," he directed. She did, and gave him a wave and a bright smile.

"How do you like it?!”

"So much I'm gonna work here. I quit. You should too. They asked for you by name."

"Say no more."

She hung up, and without further ado completely stripped off her uniform, leaving her in a sports bra and leggings (cause let's be real it got fucking hot in that kitchen sometimes), and she just sauntered on out.

Herbert started laughing, and Alfred turned just in time to see the look on Graf's face as his dulcet darling was strutting over.

"So, you want to give a recently unemployed girl a job?" She asked with a bright smile.

Alfred was glad he wasn't the only one who sometimes forgot how to speak.

Herbert took over, and the pair quickly bantered a deal, and Alfred just took a minute to watch.

They looked good, all together like that. Almost like a family.

Of course, then Herbert glanced up at him, and gave him another of those heart-stopping winks.

Well.

Carpe noctem and all that.

[purplesurveys]

1185

survey by xflirtykaosx

Alphabetti Spaghetti (3/3)

Please believe. - P

How many pages did the last book you read have? I don’t even remember the last time I opened it; but if I have to guess, it’s probably anywhere between 600–800 pages.

What do you like on your pancakes? Soaked in butter, with peanut butter and maple syrup on the side. My dad will also sometimes mix bacon into the batter, and it always turns out delicious.

Do you like small parties or large parties more? I love going to any kind of party, but I like large ones just a little bit more just because it’s easier to blend in and go unnoticed for the most part. I usually feel pressured at smaller parties.

What was the last exam you passed in? I have no idea. Maybe a history exam? I remember taking a Rizal exam right before the pandemic started and I never got the results for that since classes were canceled shortly after. I’ll never know if I actually passed that test haha.

Do you think paw prints are cute? Yesssssss.

How much would you pay a neighbour to do your lawn? We have someone in the village who does that, and my mom usually gives him a tip of I would guess around ₱100.

Ordinary pens, scented pens, gel pens or felt tip pens? Ordinary. The other ones write horribly.

Are you a people person? I’ve grown to be one over the years. I do like my alone time, but I have the most fun with a person or two or ten around me.

Do you put pepper on your scrambled eggs? No. I never use pepper myself, actually.

Who, except yourself, has the nicest pet? Angela’s, at least one of her dogs are. Hailey is super nice and she doesn’t really care what you do with her hahahaha.

What's your favourite piece of clothing? Right now, probably my IVP sneakers since they’re my newest purchase. Other than that, my mom jeans are always super reliable.

What place have you gone to that you never would again? Police stations that I had to visit to cover stories for my journalism classes. Maybe it’s other people’s passion – and I thought it was mine at one point, too – but once I found myself in places like that I slowly realized that I didn’t have the fire for journalism I once thought I had.

What do others seem to have plenty of and you have little or none? Nice photos of themselves. I’m very camera shy.

Is pink a nice colour, an okay colour or icky? I personally love pink, so.

Give me a description of a great film plotline? ...I don’t feel like it :(( I also haven’t watched/rewatched any films in a while, so my memory is a bit rusty.

What do you have in your pockets? Nothing I’m wearing right now has pockets.

Do you listen to podcasts? Not really. I’m part of the minority that finds podcasts a little boring.

Have you ever played Poker? I’d guess I’ve tried playing it one or two times, but I’ve never understood the rules and I probably just did some random moves when I did try it.

Do you have a pond in your garden? No.

How about a swimming pool? We don’t.

Do you like Poptarts? I loooooove Pop Tarts and I wish we had more flavors here :( and that they weren’t so expensive.

Do you write notes on post-it notes? Sometimes; but lately I’ve mostly just been making to-do lists on my laptop. Writing takes too much time considering how hectic my job is.

Quiet darling, shh. - Q

Do you ever use the word quaint? Very rarely. I never really get into situations where that word would be most fitting to use.

Do you know what quantum physics is? I know of the term from watching The Big Bang Theory, but I don’t know what it refers to.

Are you a quiet or loud person? Depends on the people I’m with, my general mood, and my level of comfort.

Do you usually ask a lot of questions? I never do. I feel like that’s a weakness of mine, too. My mind never wanders too far, and I’m only able to recognize good questions when someone else raises them.

What's your favourite quote from a film? “Rome. By all means, Rome.”

Favourite quote from a song? “Now I’m told this is life, and pain is just a simple compromise so we can get what we want out of it.”

Are you quick witted? In what aspect? Not always; but yeah, I guess it comes out sometimes. I’m pretty good at witty or funny comebacks, especially with people I’m comfortable with.

Do you find the word queer offensive? Er, no?

Roses are Red and Romance is dead. - R

Do you listen to the radio often? I used to, since I once drove to school everyday and I liked having the radio on - especially in the morning, since there was a morning program I was hooked to. But now that I’m at home 24/7, I don’t really tune in anymore; I don’t even have the slightest clue what songs are trending rn.

Do you prefer rain or snow? We only get rain, so.

Have you ever ran into someone and injured you or them due to it? Fortunately no, for both circumstances.

Do you listen to rap music? K-Pop groups always have their own rap sub-unit, so yeah I’ve definitely been more exposed to rap these days.

Do you find pet rats gross or nice? Why? I guess it’s cute when they’re pets, since I’m sure they’re harmless. Not so much when they’re big black filthy rats that are house pests and probably carrying a lot of diseases.

Have you ever been to a rave? No. I’d love to experience it once.

Are you somewhat of a rebel? Nah.

How about reckless? Now this hits the spot more, especially when it comes to money lol

Do you prefer red, black or purple dresses? Black, then red, then purple. I don’t wear a lot of the latter to begin with.

Do you know how to reload a gun? I don’t; I’ve never even held a real gun before.

Do you remember your first best friends Mum's name? I don’t think I ever met her mom. Our friendship was super short-lived and didn’t go beyond preschool.

Do you have a good or a bad reputation? Idk, you’d have to ask other people for this I think.

What song do you request most often on the radio? I’ve never requested a song to radio stations.

Do you prefer rice or tofu? I need rice for literally every meal, otherwise it won’t feel filling. I like tofu too, but I only have it occasionally when it comes with some dishes.

Have you ever held a rifle? Nope.

Do you know a Robert? What's he like? I have an uncle-in-law named Robert. He’s very nice, and super intelligent; he’s from New Zealand but currently lives with my aunt and their family in Vietnam. Since he’s from a different country, he has lots of fun stories and different perspectives to share at family reunions, which makes me always want to sit at whichever table he’s at so that I can be part of interesting conversations.

Do you like rollercoasters? No.

Been to Rome, Italy? Nope.

Are Roses your favourite flower? They’re one of them.

So sweetheart, lets fan. - S

Do you feel safe in your neighbourhood? Yeah, I mean that’s kind of the whole point in living in a gated village. I’d be pretty alarmed if I ever hear of a crime happening here.

Whose the Patron Saint of your Country? St. Lorenzo Ruiz. I actually didn’t know that for a fact, so thanks for the Google search and impromptu lesson!

Do you put salt on your fries? Yessssssss, I need my fries to be very salty. Unless it was already seasoned with something else, I’d find it boring if it wasn’t salty enough.

Do you think we are all born the same? In some ways, yes; in some ways, no. I know everyone is born as humans worthy of love and respect, but when it comes to factors like privilege then that’s when circumstances start to get all different.

When did you stop believing in Santa? I never bought it. I used to always get frustrated that I was never allowed to meet Santa (none of my relatives ever played as him), and that he apparently just likes to leave gifts at midnight. Not seeing a Santa made me doubt and eventually I just kinda stopped buying it by the time I was like 5.

Do you think the name Sarah is pretty? Erm, it’s fine but I find it a little common.

Is Saturday your favourite day of the week? Fridays are, but Saturdays are a very close second.

Have you ever watched Saved By The Bell? Opinions? Nope.

What about the Saw films? Opinion? I haven’t, but I know they’re my eldest cousin’s favorite so it must be a good series.

Are you easily scared? In certain ways. I hate jumpscares for one, and I easily get offended by them.

What's your secondary language, if any? English.

Name all the things you can see from where you're sitting? The entirety of my bedroom.

What's the last sentence you spoke out loud? “JAY KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY”

Have you changed your default settings on your computer? Some of them just to change some aspects of the appearance, but I didn’t do a complete overhaul.

What year did you turn seven in? 2005.

How important is sex in a relationship how important is sex from 1-10? For me, probably like a 3 or 4.

What is your favourite shade of blue? Sky or royal.

Shade of Purple? BTS purple, I guess? Hahaha.

Favourite shape? I don’t have one.

Do you know a girl called Sharon? Nope.

How about Shari? Nope.

Do you shave your arms, legs, pubic hair and/or somewhere else? I shave, but not all of these areas.

When was the last time you were sick? May 2020 was the last time I felt like death.

What's the worst side effects you've had due to a medication? I’ve never gone through side effects from a medication.

What does your signature look like? A very lazy scribble of the first and last letters of my whole name.

Do you like silk? What do you own that is silk? It’s okay, but I never actively search for it. I have one set of silk pajamas but that’s it.

Do you sip or drink hot drinks fast? As much as possible I don’t like getting in contact with hot beverages. I wait for them to cool down considerably before I take my first sip.

How about with alcohol? Sure, I like to take them fast so that I don’t feel the nasty burn on my tongue.

Do you have sisters? How many, what ages and what're they called? Nina is turning 21 this year.

Is your grandmother older than sixty five? Both of them are, yeah.

Do you slam doors often? Nope.

Have you ever slapped someone in the face? For what reason? Yes. Because he had slapped me first. I was in so much shock that my first and only instinct was to hit back.

Do you snack a lot or just eat big meals? I like letting myself go hungry then reward myself with a very generous serving to eat in one go.

Do you smile more often, or frown? Smile.

Are you wearing socks? No, I haven’t worn any in a while.

Do you say sorry too often? Yes.

What's a sound that always soothes you? This. I always play it before turning in, or when I need to calm down.

Do you carry a lot of spare change? How much is on you now? Not so much anymore, since I’ve been increasingly going cashless.

Do you own a swimsuit of the Speedo brand? I don’t think so.

Do you like sunflowers? They have a personal meaning to me, so yes. It’s not my ultra favorite, though.