#not my favourite but i prefer it over thunder and driving rain

[tetedurfarm]

hee hee hoo hoo bomb cyclone this week so i will probably not have power for a day or two ✌ hope it doesn't stress the kits out too much, they are doing so good but also wimdy can freak the little guys out a lot

[bbyquokka]

Be mine?

→ PAIRING: Lee Minho x fem!reader

→ GENRE: Colleague!au, friends to lovers (?), smut – MDNI

→ SYNOPSIS: during an intimate moment, Minho asks to be yours.

→ WARNINGS: smut, nerd minho, unprotected sex, oral (m + f rec), fingering, pet name (kitten), use of the word 'master', cum swallowing, cum on body, size kink  

→ WORDS: 4.8k ~ (4880)

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Your world got shaken up when a certain someone entered your life. You had a nice, calm and peaceful life until he showed up

Lee Minho. A newbie at the job you work at. His nerd-like appearance screamed innocence. His hair always slicked back to perfection, round glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He's shy and timid, likes to keep himself to himself.

You didn't know much about him considering he rarely spoke. The only time you heard him speak was when either you or a colleague gave him a task to do. You two are polar opposites. You're outgoing, like to be surrounded by friends whereas Minho prefers to be alone. You'll find him occasionally sitting in the breakroom, head in a book he is currently reading.

You are curious about him. Who is Lee Minho? What are his likes and dislikes? What hobbies does he have? What's his favourite colour? So many unanswered questions swimming around in your head.

You cannot deny the fact that you do feel attracted to him, in more ways than one. Despite his nerd-like appearance, he's a handsome man. His defined jaw and cheekbones, his veins protruding along his arms and hands, his cute pouty top lip with the added bunny teeth that just make him look even more handsome and adorable! 

It's possible you have a crush on him but who doesn't. Despite admiring him from afar and exchanging one or two sentences whilst at work, that's about how far your relationship goes. Until one day, you unexpectedly became more than work colleagues.

A storm was approaching. The rain heavy on the windows, bouncing off the pavement and giving it that wet, concrete smell. The sky black with heavy, grey rain clouds. Thunder and lightning echoing in the distance as the wind blew the leaves and branches off the trees.

You hoped the storm would pass by the time your shift ended, cursing yourself for not checking the weather forecast. However, it didn't. It got heavier and heavier. Puddles forming on the pavement and road, cars speeding to get home as the windscreen wipers on full speed.

You sigh, standing by the door. Wrapped in your coat with your bag in hand, you're not exactly dressed for a storm. Your work shoes wouldn't prevent your feet from getting wet and there's nothing worse than the feeling of wet socks.

“Brilliant. Just brilliant.” You mumble to yourself. It's just you and Minho, both of you being left to close up for the day. Minho approaches you, dressed in a long, brown coat whilst his bag strap rests across his chest and shoulder.

“Hey, uh y/n?” He timidly says.

“Mhm?” You look at him, a faint pink blush on his cheeks. He pushes up his glasses with his finger.

“D-Do you want a ride home?” He timidly asks, his car keys hanging on his finger by the loop.

“Are you sure?” You ask, feeling grateful that Minho is still with you and the fact that he can drive.

“Of course! The weather is terrible and well, I don't want you to get sick.” He rubs the back of his neck, smiling warmly at you. Your heart skips a beat, a warm feeling rushing all over your body.

So beautiful you think to yourself. His smile is so warm and gentle, spreading across his face, his bunny teeth peeking from between the gap of his plump lips.

“Thank you so much, Minho! I'd love that.” You groan. He nods before walking to his car. You both get in as you tell Minho your home address.

The atmosphere in the car was comfortable which is strange to you considering nothing was being said between you both. You feel comfy and warm. You didn't feel pressured to speak or start a conversation and when you did speak to one another, it flowed effortlessly between you both.

You allow yourself to relax, sitting back in the leather seats of his car. You listen to the heavy raindrops hit the metal roof of the car, the headlights of other cars blending in with the water droplets before being swiped away.

“It's far away.” You look at Minho, tilting your head to the side.

“Excuse me?” Minho sits back, taking his hands off the steering wheel as you've stopped at a red light.

“Your place. it's, uh, it's far away.” 

“Oh!” You laugh softly, “Yeah it is but it was the closest to work, funnily enough.”

“I could, urm..” Minho plays with his fingers shyly, blush creeping up on his cheeks. “I could pick you up and yknow, take you to work.”

“You'd do that..?” Minho nods slowly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Too stunned to speak but his generosity, you failed to give him a reply. You stare at the man, taking in every single detail and texture of his face. Not only is he handsome, but also thoughtful and considerate.

A gentleman.

Minho took your silence as rejection, his hands back on the wheel as the lights turned green.

“O-Only if you want! Sorry.. did I overstep?”

“What? No! no no no, I'm just, flustered. No one has ever done something so nice to me and I know it's not that much of a big deal and all but no one has ever been thi–” Your sentences interrupted by Minho bursting out laughing. You giggle also, joining in on his belly laughs.

“You're rambling. It's cute.” He says once his laughter dies down. Your heart rate speeds up once again, the butterfly feeling resuming in your stomach.

“T-Thank you.”

Minho drives up to your apartment, parking as close as he could to the complex to reduce the risk of you getting soaked. You unbuckle your seatbelt, smiling warmly and thank Minho for the ride.

“I'll see you tomorrow?” He questions, hopefulness in his eyes. For some unknown reason other than it felt natural to do so, you lean in, planting a soft and delicate kiss on his cheek.

You giggle softly, Minho looking at you all flustered, his cheeks bright red.

“I'll see you tomorrow, lino.” You whisper before getting out of his car. You clutch onto your bag as you rush inside leaving Minho with an erratic heartbeat and a throb in his trousers. He places his hand on his cheek where you kissed him, his head spinning in your direction to watch you hurry off inside.

“Fuck…”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Since that fateful day, you and Minho started to get closer and closer. The closer you became to him, the more your feelings started to develop for him. You notice subtle things about him, how softly spoken he is, how he would do short, rapid blinks when he doesn't understand something, how he donates to various charities. The one thing that drives you insane, however, is that tongue of his.

That tongue of his peeking out from between his lips in concentration. How he would roll it around when thinking, how he would lick his lips slowly – it makes you feel things.

You learnt that Minho doesn't live alone. He lives with two others called Jisung and Felix, if you remember correctly. He also mentioned that he hasn't been living in the area that long so naturally, he doesn't know it that well. 

So you decided to show him around. Take him to various shops and cafes. You took him to the local library where his face lit up with the sea of books that rested before him. A kid in a candy store.

Your feelings for Minho are slowly getting out of hand. A simple touch sent shockwaves of heat and electricity to shoot all over your body. Your skin feels like it's on fire from where he touched you, your mind and soul melting whenever he looks at you with his gorgeous eyes.  

He's making you ache. Making you want him and he doesn't even know about it. He's so innocent that you wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't experienced in that department.

Oh, how wrong you are.

You're at Minho's place. The power in your apartment complex went out and the landlord stated that it would probably be out for the remainder of the night and possibly the morning.

You phoned Minho, asking if it was okay for you to stay over. You're both pretty close at this point so of course Minho didn't mind. Plus, his roommates are out doing their own thing so having you over for company is a bonus.

“That–” You pause to chew your food before wiping your mouth clean with a napkin, “Was delicious!” 

“R-Really?" Minho asks, feeling excited and proud. He cooked you his signature dish of beef wellington, a dish he's practiced to perfect.

“Really! I've never tasted something so delicious before. The meat is perfectly cooked! It's not dry, it's nice and juicy. The veggies and sauce are also to die for. This is restaurant level shit, Lino.” 

“Please! You're giving me too much credit, y/n.” Minho chuckles, sipping his drink.

“I don't think I give you enough credit lino.” You chuckle softly, before finishing off your meal. You and Minho made small talk whilst you ate, talking about this and that, laughing at each other's jokes.

You help him clean up the dishes, washing them in the sink whilst he cleans the countertops. You couldn't help but feel like the vibe was that of husband and wife. The way he would glance at you and give you a soft and gentle smile. The way those butterflies would return for the nth time and explode in your stomach, fluttering all over your body.

However, next thing you know, you’re kneeling between Minho's legs, cock in hand as you stroke him slowly. He looks down at you from his position on the sofa, pushing his glasses further up his nose. 

You whimper, rubbing your thighs together to create some friction. You don’t know how it happened, yet here you are. You rotate your wrist at the tip, watching his pre-cum seep from his slit. You hum, using your thumb to smear it on his cockhead, Minho kicking his head back as a strangled moan leaves his lips.

“Your hands look so small around me, y/n.” Minho groans softly, watching your hands stroke his fat cock. “They look so pretty around me.”

“Lino…” You whisper, looking up at him. You rest your cheek on his thick thigh, fluttering your lashes at him as you stroke him at a steady pace. “You’re so thick and big, Lino. What if you don't fit?”

Minho shivers at your words, his cock twitching in your hand. You giggle innocently, watching the way his thick, veiny cock twitches. You lick your lips hungrily, wanting to lick the pre cum that seeps from his slit.

“Don't worry kitten. I'm sure we can train you so you do fit.”

���Kitten?” You tilt your head to the side, fluttering your lashes as you slowly stroke his hot length. 

“Mhm. Do you want to be my kitten?” You nod your head slowly, biting your bottom lip.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes master.” You purr. Minho shivers, humming in satisfaction before wrapping his hand around the base of his throbbing cock. “Open. Be a good little kitten for your master and suck me.” 

He taps his cock head against your lips, his pre cum transferring onto your lips. You lick them, humming at the salty taste before opening your mouth.

He places his hand on the back of your head, watching as you lower your head down on his cock.

“That's it.” He sighs, “That's a good kitten.”

You whimper around his length, bobbing your head. You lay your tongue flat, stroking the underside. Due to his size and thickness, you could only manage to fit less than half of his cock. Your mouth already feels stuffed, the corner of your lips stretching to full capacity.

You're right, he really cannot fit.

Your eyes flutter close, your hand wrapping around the rest of his cock to compensate. Minho tilts his head to the side, lips parted as he rests his hand on your head. He gently pushes down, his cock suddenly reaching the back of your throat causing you to gag.

“Shh kitten, let me train you.” You whimper the best you can, hand matching the tempo of your head. Saliva bubbles from the corner of your lips, spilling down your chin before landing on his neatly trimmed pubes.

“Shit… your mouth feels so fucking good…” He mumbles. “So warm and welcoming, like you're made for me.”

His hips buck, your gag reflex activating several times. You have to remind yourself to breathe through your nose whilst sucking him. Minho moans and pants softly, his fingers tangling in your hair and pulling on your scalp as he fucks your mouth gently from below.

“I've wanted to do this for so long – fuck!” Your eyes flutter open, Minho's cock twitching at the sight of your rosy pink cheeks and glossy eyes. Your lashes wet with your tears, eyebrows scrunched together. Your hands planted firmly on his thick thighs for stability.

“How did this even happen?” He pants, eyes closing slowly as he basks in the pleasure and warmth of your small mouth. 

You're asking yourself the very same question. One minute you were helping Minho clean up after dinner and now, you're on your knees for him, letting him use you till he is somewhat satisfied. 

“So pretty…” Minho whispers, his fingers untangling from your hair to stroke your flush cheek. “I wish I did this sooner.”

You pull his cock out off your mouth, saliva strings being the only thing that connects you both. Lips swollen, jaw and knees aching, you settle on pumping him. Your saliva coats the palm of your hand, wrists rotating at the tip. You rub his tip harshly with your thumb, smearing his pre-cum.

“S-Shit..!” Minho pants, back arching and hips lifting up off the sofa. You purr, watching him wrap his fingers around your wrist, his nails digging into your skin. “D-Dont stop! good… so good – fuck!”

He kicks his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he throbs in your hand. You lick your lips hungrily as you squeeze and roll his balls in your free hand.

“I want it…” You mewl, licking his slit with the tip of your tongue before proceeding to kitten lick. 

“You want it, kitten? Want my cum?”

“Please master.” You don't know what possessed you to say or do any of this, but it feels so natural. Nothing feels forced, both of you are able to match one another's energy.

“Like I could ever say no to that cute, adorable face.” Minho coos. “Just don't stop, kitten.”

You nod, pressing your tongue flat against his cockhead before wrapping your lips around it. Minho grips onto whatever he could find. You, the cushions, the throw, his own clothing. He needs stability, something to ground him back down to earth but with how warm and skilful you are, his head is in the clouds, mind hazy and body hot to the touch.

His cock twitches, balls tightening as the harsh knot tightens with each suck and rub. The sloppy sounds of your mouth making him feel more dizzy, his mind running a mile a minute with thoughts on what he wants to do to you.

“Cum. Shit, kitten, gonna… cum.” You hum, giving him a few more sucks before feeling his hot cum shoot out. It coats your throat and tongue, the hot liquid being swallowed without hesitation. 

Short, laboured breaths escape from Minho. Hips bucking with each twitch of his cock. You swallow his seed, shaking at the salty taste before pulling away from him. He pants heavily, chest rising up and down as he looks at you.

“Fuck..” He mumbles. He grabs you by your arm, gently pulling you onto him. You squeal, laughing softly as you straddle him. Hands firmly planted in your hips, faces inches apart, you get to take in every detail of his textured skin.

You swallow thickly, the atmosphere changing dramatically. Heart pounding against your chest, ringing in your ears.

“Kitten…” His voice barely a whisper, hope glimmering in his eyes as he bites his bottom lip.

“Lino.” You whisper back before slowly leaning in. Your eyes close, head tilts to the side as your lips gently press against his before pulling away.

“No… come back.” His hand holds the back of your head, gently pushing it so your lips meet together again. They move together in perfect synch, molding together as if they're made for each other.

You hold onto his shoulders. Soft sucks and nibbles of his bottom lip makes him groan softly. His free hand travels to your clothed core, cupping it gently and firmly pressing his palm against it.

You groan softly against his lips, hips bucking slowly as the material of your soaked panties rubs against your swollen clit. You dig your fingertips into his shoulders, head spinning due to lust and lack of oxygen.

“I-I need you.” You shamelessly admit against his lips. He gives an acknowledging hum before holding your back gently as he lowers you down on the sofa.

He peppers kisses along your neck, giving it the occasional suck. You put your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.

“Let me hear you, kitten. I want to hear you.” Minho purrs as he removes your hand. His lips ghost over your neck and collarbones, fingers gripping onto the material of your clothing.

He pulls down your clothing plus panties down your legs before throwing them onto the wood floor. You chew your bottom lip as you watch Minho stare at your glistening folds.

“You're so wet.” He licks his lips hungrily before pushing his glasses up his nose. You flush red, feeling embarrassed about it. Minho hasn't even touched you yet you're already so wet and ready for him.

“It's embarrassing.” You whimper.

“No.” Minho states before dipping his head low. His body shakes as he gets a closer look, your swollen clit and throbbing core begging to be touched. “It's fucking hot.”

You didn't respond because you couldn't. The wind gets knocked out of you as you feel Minho's tongue press flat against your swollen bundle of nerves. His tongue swirls around your clit, swiping long and slow licks before sucking and nibbling on it gently.

You let out a whorish moan, feeling embarrassed at the sound you made. He hooks his arms under your legs, pulling your pussy flush to his face. 

“M-Min… ah!” You pant, his tongue lapping at your core, your slick gathering on his tongue and coating his taste buds.

“You taste so good, holy…” 

“M-Min!” You moan, his tongue diving deep inside your cunt. You reach down, gathering his hair in your fist and tugging at the roots. He moans, eyes fluttering shut.

His body shakes, adrenaline pumping through his veins. The more he licks, the more he tastes, the more he wants. He's a starved man wanting so much more your body has to offer 

He wants to devour you, eat you up and corrupt your mind with thoughts of him and only him.

“Good.. So good…” You pant heavily. Minho resumes his earlier task of pleasuring your clit, his middle and index finger circling your entrance.

He slowly pushes his fingers inside, his mind going crazy at how warm and welcoming you feel that he cannot help but think about how you'd feel around his cock. Your tight pussy, squeezing his fingers as he pumps them in and out.

Your thighs shaking, back arching as he devours your pussy. You look down, whimpering at the sight as you both make eye contact.

The nerdy looking, well kept guy you have always known is no more. Face buried between your legs, glasses tilted to the side, slipping down his nose slowly. His usual, slick back hair now disheveled. His cheeks pink, forehead shiny with sweat but his eyes are what makes you shiver the most.

Pupils blow with lust, eyes hooded as he looks at you. You feel like you're under his spell, his gaze is enough to make you do anything and everything he'd command you to do.

“Fuck lino…” You swallow, your walls contracting around his fingers. You cannot tear your eyes away from him – it's too much.

His fingers curl against your walls, tongue showing no mercy. Your back arches, his name rolling off your tongue. Your cunt is sloppy, your slick coating his fingers with each pull back.

“I-I can't! lino… I can't. So much, too much – fuck!”

“Gosh you sound so fucking delicious right now y/n. I want to devour you so fucking bad!” His hips buck against the sofa, the material of it creating some friction on his hard cock.

He's never wanted something or someone as bad as he wants you right now.

“Have me! You have me, Lino. Please, devour me!”

“Don't say things you don't mean, y/n.” Minho pants, briefly moving away from your cunt. His lips and chin glistening with your slick but his fingers remain inside.

“M-Mean it, I mean it lino. Please devour me. I want you to. Please, I beg you!” 

“Shit.” Minho clenches his jaw as he slowly pulls his fingers out off you. You cunt throbs at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

He slots himself between your legs, taking his glasses off and putting them on the coffee table. You lean up on your elbows, biting your lip gently as he grabs the base of his cock, pumping slowly.

“Are you sure?” You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you with the heel of your foot. He shivers as his tip gently nudges your core.

“Please Minho…” He swallows, cock twitching in his hand. He nods, gently pushing his cock inside. 

You hiss at the stretch, his size and thickness making you feel full already. Minho clenches his jaw, hands flying to your hips as he pushes.

It's only half but you feel full to the brim. You're tight around him, walls holding his penis in a vice grip. He's stationary, allowing you to get used to his size. He can see the pained expression on your face as you get accustomed to his size.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little. You're just so… big and thick.” You groan. Minho laughs softly, stroking your cheek.

“Don't blow up my ego anymore than you already have, kitten.”

“S-Sorry but it's true.” Minho lets out a hearty laugh before groaning as he feels you squeeze around him. He leans down, feathering his lips along your neck to your earlobe to gently kiss and suck it.

“Tell me when, kitten.” He whispers, his hands caressing the curve of your body before disappearing under your t-shirt to hold onto your waist. His soft fingers stroke your waist as you nod 

“M'kay.” You mumble. Minho nods, slowly pushing and pulling his hips. You chew your bottom lip, the sting a little too much for you. Minho notices your discomfort, the way you'd avoid eye contact, how your body would shake and your hand bawled into a fist by your mouth 

“Hey. Look at me.” He strokes your cheek softly, continuing his slow and gentle movements. “Focus on me kitten, it'll start to feel better soon.”

You lean into his touch, nuzzling his palm. Minho feels like his heart is about to burst from your adorable yet kitten-like action. Your lips part, your body and mind relaxing as pain turns to pleasure.

Minho notices by the way you feel around him. He smiles sweetly at you, picking up the pace a little.

“Good kitten.” He mumbles.

“M-More.” You whimper.

“Are you sure?” You nod, soft moans in the form of Minho's name rolling off your tongue. “Okay baby.”

‘Baby’ A nickname you call your significant other. A nickname that sounds so sweet coming from Minho. Your heart leaps out off your chest, walls clenching around his penis.

“Baby…” You whisper. Minho looks at you and hums.

“Is it okay if I call you that?” Heat rushes to his cheeks. He feels shy, like he's asking his first crush out on a date – except he isn't. He's asking his work colleague if it's okay for him to call you baby. He wants to be with you, wants to call you his own. He has done since day one.

“But, you only call your partn–”

“Then be mine.” He blurts out. You look at him with wide eyes, the rosy colour on your cheeks turning red. “O-Only if you want to!”

“Okay.” You giggle, “I'd like that. Not exactly how I would've liked to be asked but–”

“Oh hush. Believe me, I didn't plan on asking you such a sweet question with my cock buried inside you.”

“No?” You sweetly ask, watching him rise up on his knees and taking off his t-shirt. Your eyes widen at the site of his firm pecs and abs, a light sheen of sweat coating his skin making him look even more delicious.

“Fuck no. I planned on taking you on a date, watch the sunset and then ask you.” He tugs at the hem of your t-shirt, indicating off. You take off your own clothing plus bra, discarding them on the floor. “Pretty.”

“Maybe… fuck; Maybe we can still do that, lino.” You grip onto his biceps, feeling them contract. His movements are now fast and powerful, skin slapping on skin.

“M-Mhm! Love that. I'd love that a lot.”

“M-Me too.” Your body jolts upwards with each smack of his hips, breasts bouncing in time. You cup your breasts, massaging and playing with your own nipples.

Beads of sweat roll down Minho's temples, his swollen bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches you flick and tug your nipple. You hitch your leg up and rest it on the back of the sofa, allowing Minho to see all of you.

“Shit…” He stutters, his eyes fixated on the space that connects you both together. He shivers and groans. He pulls his cock out to the tip, your slick coating his veiny cock.

“Min, more!” You purr, battering your lashes sickly sweet at him. 

“With pleasure.” He smirks, pushing his cock back inside you. Your back arches, hands gripping onto Minho's arms. 

“It's only half but it feels like it's all of you.” You whimper, lips parting as you pant.

“You're so tight for me, y/n. Fuck, you feel so warm and wet. I fear I may become addicted…” His words strangled, breathy moans leaving his lips 

“I'm fine with that. Become addicted to me, lino because I know I'll be addicted to you.”

He hangs his head low, eyes squeezing shut. His mind and body feels like he is melting, lust and adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Your sweet moans so gentle and addictive to him causing shivers to run down his spine and straight to his throbbing cock. With one hand still kneading your breast, you trail your other to rub your clit.

You hum, sweat coating your body as you apply pressure to your swollen clit. Your walls squeeze around Minho, a clear indication that you're close.

“L-Lino…”

“I know, it's okay. Cum around my cock.” He purrs. You moan his name softly, back arching as your walls contract and release around him. Your juices coat his cock, a hum of satisfaction from Minho as he helps you ride out your high.

With your pussy feeling sensitive and body hot, you let out strangled pants. Your body and mind are failing to comprehend how sensitive you feel.

“Just a bit longer.” He pants, desperately chasing his high. You dig your nails into his skin, high pitched moans leaving your lips. He pulls out off you suddenly, brows scrunched together as he pumps himself fast.

“C-Cum.” His hips buck in his hands as hot ropes of cum shoot out onto your stomach. A peripheral of “fucks” and “shit” leave his lips, head kicked back. He slowly strokes himself, his cock turning flaccid.

He runs his fingers through his messy hair, panting softly as a wave of shyness washes over him.

“Sorry. We didn't agree to, yknow.” You reach up, stroking his hot cheek gently.

“It's okay. I don't mind.” You giggle. Minho reaches for his glasses, putting them back on before grabbing some tissues to wipe off his cum.

“Do you, perhaps, want to uh, shower and sleep over..? I assume the electricity isn't back in the complex.”

“Are you sure..?” Minho nods, smiling softly to you.

“Of course. You can borrow some of my clothing if you want. Plus Jisung and Felix probably won't be back until tomorrow morning.”

“Sounds perfect, lino.” 

You squeal, giggling as Minho picks you up bridal style, walking to the bathroom. He gently places you down, stepping into the shower as you follow him.

You both wash off, eat and relax. The feeling of being in each other's presence is comforting and natural to you both. 

Maybe having your calm, peaceful life shaken up isn't such a bad thing after all.

→ note: idk what this is. self indulgent? possibly. i mean, the thought of nerd minho with slick back hair and round glasses is just too much imo 🥴 don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. enjoy!!

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Fix’er Upper Pt. 3

Pairing: Eventual Frankie Morales x F!Reader Warnings: Clumsy injury, more stupid fighting Length: 2.5k Notes: If these two dummies could have one (1) adult conversation they’d be in bed together by now. Instead, we get this! *waves around vaguely*

PART ONE, TWO

Money was tight. You had been trying to ignore the dwindling stack of cash, telling yourself that you didn’t actually need to fix the cracked drywall, replace the old oven, or fill in the missing patches of shingles. 

That ignorance had finally come to bite you in the butt. You were rudely woken at three a.m. to the clap of thunder and the pat-pat-pat of rain hitting the house. You loved storms, the excitement of the lighting, and how fresh the air smelled once the rain had passed. 

You rolled over onto your back so you could watch the lightning flashing between the cracks of your curtains. A tap on your forehead quickly destroyed the excitement you were feeling. The wet ‘splat’ was quickly followed by another, and another, and before you were able to scramble up and search for the closest thing resembling a bucket, it had turned into a steady stream.

“Fuuuuuuuck!”

The next morning, the sun rose and shed its light upon a beautiful scene. The leaves, now free from dust, were beginning to turn, the grass glimmered with raindrops, and the sky was clear. You, on the other hand, were a verifiable disaster. 

Hair unkempt, heavy bags under your eyes, and wearing the first items of clothing you could find in your scramble last night. Your exhaustion was so complete, it hadn’t even dawned on you to change or freshen up a bit before going out into the public eye. All you could focus on was getting to Hank’s Hardware and buying all the shingles you could get your hands on.

Once again, however, you were harshly reminded of your dwindling savings and just how expensive fixing up a house could be. The owner, Allan if you remembered correctly, had shown you the right size and style for your home’s roof and you nearly choked at the price.

“You know,” he had said gently, “we do have the option of a payment plan. I don’t let just anyone use it either. It’s for trusted customers. I have a good gut on who I can trust.”

“Really?” You asked, feeling a little pathetic while also knowing now was not the time to let pride ruin such a good thing. “And, um, what does your gut tell you about me?”

“Welllll,” he smiled, hooking his thumbs into his suspenders and leaning back a little to size you up. “You’re hard-working, feel like you have something to prove, won’t back down from a challenge, and are in way over your head with that damn old house.”

“Oh.”

“No offense, ma’am! Sometimes I forget myself and talk to strangers the same way I’d talk to my friends.” He patted your forearm gently then hooked it back into his suspenders, pretending he didn’t notice you jumping at the physical contact. “But it’s true. No denying you won’t be able to shingle all by yourself. I’d offer, but I’m in no shape to be climbing up roofs.”

“That’s very sweet of you, truly. But I’ll manage! I doubt I could afford a handyman, so it’ll be me and my stubborn self scrambling around up there.” You joked, but it fell a little flat since the both of you knew it was the truth.

“I’ve got an idea...” Hank trailed off, his gaze searching around by the till. “Maybe you two can help each other out?” He fiddled at the computer for a minute, then grabbed a flyer from the corkboard mounted behind the counter before handing you two pieces of paper. One was a receipt of what you owed him after this latest excursion and a detailed timeline of when small payments could be made. 

Glancing up at him, you gave him a watery smile and thanked him for being so kind. Allan waved you off and pointed to the second paper.

‘Help Wanted’ it read, ‘Morales Acres. Light physical labour, quiet environment, rate of pay dependent on quality of work.’

“So friendly and welcoming,” you murmured, sarcastically, under your breath. Not quietly enough though because Allan snorted out a laugh and agreed that the ad was worded very abruptly. However, he vetted for the owner of the farm and suggested you head over to see if he would be willing to trade labour for labour.

Or at the very least, you thought, pay you so you can afford a roofer.

Following the directions Allan had provided for you, you quickly found Morales Acres. Surprisingly, it was a very short distance from your own home, making you wonder if the owner had been one of the people to drop by during your first weeks here.

The driveway was a beautiful, winding drive. The view of the farm was obscured by thickets of trees on either side of the road but you managed to catch glimpses of a pond and a few bales of hay before rounding a bend and driving into the yard.

A small gasp left your lips at the sight. It was picturesque! Something out of a travel magazine, or on every city girl’s Pinterest board. The driveway came to an end in front of a statuesque barn painted in the classic red and white, stone walls cordoned off certain areas that, from where you sat, looked like they could be used to house sheep or hens. A few small sheds were lined up along the other edge of the yard but the main attraction was the neatly lined rows of apple trees all heavy with fruit.

Climbing out of the cab, you slowly made your way into the yard with your mouth hanging open dumbly. It was just so peaceful here and it was obvious that the owner cared deeply for the property. You were enchanted and fell immediately in love.

“You must be the help Allan called to say he was sending over,” a warm voice rang out.

Looking around for the source your gaze widened, then immediately hardened, when you caught sight of who was talking to you.

“You!”

“You?!”

To say it had been a smooth business agreement would be a total lie. You and Market Asshole, Frankie you reminded yourself to call him, had bickered back and forth for the better part of an hour before shaking hands. Surprisingly, you had both argued more for the other person’s benefit, something you had been mulling over since.

If this guy was such an ass, why was he also acting like his help with your renovations wouldn’t be worth as much as you picking apples? You knew your presence disturbed his peace, and that you weren’t as strong as he might have hoped his helper would be, and he still hadn’t trusted you with all the workings of his orchard. 

So, while you weren’t going to argue anymore, you knew you were getting the better end of the deal: you help him gather his harvest and get it safely stored in the barn, then he spends the same amount of hours helping you. While the weather during September was prone to drizzle, you had convinced him that a tarp thrown over the baldest patches of roof would be fine and that the apples couldn’t wait. 

He had grumpily conceded your point but had sworn that as soon as the last of the fruit was picked he’d be over to do a proper job of it. So continued the uneasy truce between the two of you for the past four weeks. The first week was the hardest as your hands, unaccustomed to work, blistered, and your muscles ached from sudden use. You had initially tried to pass the time by making conversation but you got the hint and stayed quiet once Frankie started choosing trees farther and farther from yours.

Slowly, however, the blisters healed and gave way to callouses. Your muscles became accustomed to the work and you were able to carry twice the amount as you had started off with. Your home could now boast electricity and running water everywhere it should be, and the pile of discarded furniture had been reduced to ash by a spectacular bonfire which Jacquie and her family had joined you in admiring.

Today started off as a normal day. You showed up for harvesting at the break of dawn, having discovered you much preferred the cool morning air over being up on a ladder with the midday sun beating down on you. The trees were obscured by a low fog that had yet to burn up, but you knew what section you needed to start on. 

Enjoying the way the fog enveloped you, making you feel like you were in a magical world, you began to hum and your steps took on a dreamy dance-like quality. You had never taken lessons or had even been allowed to make such a spectacle of yourself while living with Brad but now you felt free enough to spin, twirl, and glide. Overcome with the joy your freedom gave you, you began to belt out “These Are a Few of my Favourite Things”, The Sound of Music having been played on repeat when you were a child. 

Once you reached the ladder, you hoisted the basket onto your back and continued to sing whatever songs you could remember while you worked. A particularly boisterous rendition of “Do Re Mi” had you flinging your arm out wide and leaning back on the ladder for a dramatic finish.

The apples threw you off balance. 

With a screech, you fell backward, managing to twist yourself around to land awkwardly on your hands and knees instead of on the basket of apples strapped to your back. You seemed to have come away unscathed, with just scratched knees and a throbbing in one wrist. Thankfully it wasn’t your dominant hand.

“Whoa!” Frankie called out, catching sight of you on the ground with the ladder tipped on its side, “Everything okay? Are you okay?”

Coming to a skidding stop next to you, he grasped the basket and slipped it off your back with ease. 

You took a few deep breaths and nodded. “Fine! Fine, just bruised knees and ego...” you assured him.

“What were you thinking?!” He tore into you, “You could have broken your neck! Or ruined a whole barrel of apples! Then what would I do?! This job doesn’t come with health insurance for Christ's sakes!” Running his hands through his curly, brown hair he let out a huff of air and walked over to where your ladder lay on the ground.

“Un-be-fucking-lievable!” You called out, incredulously. While trying to get to your feet, to march over and wag your finger in his face, you put too much pressure on your injured wrist that caused pain to scream down your arm.

You managed to mask the cry of pain as a cry of frustration and got to your feet. Surreptitiously cradling your hand against your chest, you grabbed another basket and walked past Frankie to start climbing the ladder again. Looking at the ground so he wouldn’t see the tears of pain in your eyes, you mumbled, “I’ll be more careful, alright? I’m sorry.”

Stopping your ascent with a hand on your arm he stuttered out what might have been the beginning of an apology but he couldn’t quite seem to put the right words together so he just cleared his throat.

“Just...” he said in a much softer tone, “just be more careful. Okay? I can’t lose my best worker.” 

The lame joke made you smile despite yourself. 

“Employee of the month,” you replied in a dry tone, “hurrah.” 

You shared wry smiles while a silent apology passed between the two of you. His dark brown eyes held a warmth to them you had never noticed before. Their hue reminding you of every tree in the orchard from the early light to the sunset, golden flecks reminiscent of the sun. His face, weathered from so much time spent outdoors, was marked with laugh lines, worry lines, and a small scar gracing his left cheek. 

Your eyes wandered past the scar to note how long his scruffy facial hair had grown and how it had started to obscure those pleasantly pouty lips. 

Then, with a start, you realized you were staring at this infuriating man’s lips like a hormonal teenager. With an embarrassed squeak, you quickly scurried up the ladder, hooking your elbow around each rung to avoid any more pressure on your wrist.

To say Frankie was coping well with having someone around would be a gross overstatement. 

It’s not that he didn’t like the company or wanted to be alone. The problem was that he was starting to like her company too much, to care too much. And caring too much had been the root cause of all Frankie’s sorrows.

First, there had been his Dad, trying to impress the man who never even wanted kids. Then the force, always feeling like he needed to prove himself and desperate for praise. After that was his wife, ex-wife, and trying to be someone he wasn’t so she would stay interested and in love. The pressure created by caring about these people and the expectations they had for him drove him to abuse drugs. Then his friends came calling and Frankie went against his gut because they had cared so deeply about something and he had cared deeply for them.

His wife, his kid, his family, his job, his friends. He had cared more than they did and he had come away worse off. At least now he was clean and sober, and was very aware of the irony of him now making and selling an alcoholic drink.

No, it was best to stay alone. He loved too freely and put too much stock in being loved back and every. single. time. it hurt him.

So, he closed himself off from you. Initially, he didn’t think it was going to be an issue, especially considering how you two had met. But then he found himself smiling at your stories, idly leaning against a branch so he could watch your graceful moments. He hated watching you leave, knowing you were going home to that piece of shit house that he should really be fixing up for you.

He recognized the signs and nipped them in the bud; working farther away, replying to questions with the fewest possible words, focusing purely on work, and maintaining a professional relationship. It pained him to push you away but deep down he knew it was best for the both of you.

Which brings him back to this moment.

Frankie was too stunned to notice your awkward climb up the ladder. Standing there, dumbly, for another few seconds. Wondering, all the way back to the idling tractor, what the hell had just happened.

One minute he was just driving the tractor minding his own business and the next he was having a mild heart attack after seeing his only worker laying limp on the ground. Then, after arguing like usual, you had shared a...a moment and stared at his mouth almost long enough to tempt him to use it.

Part Four

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[luminescent-writer]

20 First Lines Tag Game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag others!

Thanks for tagging me @leadhelmetcosmonaut!

Aha time to spend several hours digging through my Google Drive! These stories are organized in chronological order (more or less), with the first story being the most recent one and the 20th story being the oldest one.

1. Five And All (current WIP, outlining/drafting, still deciding if I want to keep that name)

“We can’t stay here any longer, no one is coming to help! We have to actually make a plan and do something,” Casie shouted into the microphone.

The crowd of students in the auditorium erupted into protests and murmurs. Casie sighed and tapped her foot on the stage.

2. The Endless Dimension (drafting)

The marketplace was a mess, full of eager shoppers and stalls squashed together in a jumble of miscellaneous wares and overenthusiastic merchants. The noise of the vendors yelling, the brightness of the piles of colorful products, and the combined smell of hundreds of foods and sweets flooded Mus’s senses. They felt the most content they had been for weeks.

3. Vivendel Culminating (completed)

The weather was always perfect, but Vivendel preferred it when sunnier days were scheduled. The sunniness level that the weather fairies had chosen that day was wonderful, and Vivendel smiled at the bright blue sky and warm rays of sunshine. He considered inviting one of his Parents to enjoy the weather outside with him, since it might be one of the last opportunities they got to see each other. Vivendel decided to ask his Mother during their phone call.

4. The Jade Sculptor (completed)

There was a sculptor that lived in a small village. One day, he went into the market and bought a long strand of rope. The rope seller had two long braids of hair that went all the way down to his feet, and he talked about the fine quality of the rope for a long time.

5. For The Forest (completed)

As Hedley levitated a box of sausages off of the highest shelf, a tree smashed into the ground outside, and he flinched from its booming crash.

6. Agate's Life (completed)

Since the moment of Agate’s birth, Granite, her mother, was teaching her to control herself.

7. Speak Away Into The Sky (completed)

The angels rushed down from their metal house and ran to the well. They carried several containers, each one as large as a full-grown person. Long, snake-like tubes extended from the containers, and they plunged one of the tubes into the village well. Primrose stood among the curious villagers who had gathered to watch the angels in awe.

8. The Bubble That Would Not Pop (completed)

The bubble popped out of the plastic ring and drifted through the air, carried by a soft breeze from pouted lips. Children watched as it dangled in midair for a moment, its edges quivering. Then it fell, down and down and down, towards the ground.

9. Stellarforce (completed)

Stellarforce peered through the fog and smoke as she looked down at the city. The people were speeding through the city on trains and cars as they went to work, and she couldn’t spot anyone who was clearly in distress from her position in the sky.

10. Fishing Lesson (completed)

“You never get enough fish!” Lola’s mother yelled, “Don’t come back tonight until you’ve finished all of your work and filled this bowl with fish.”

11. Garlic Tastes Weird (completed, Victoria is a vampire)

“Victoria is coming over for dinner tonight,” Donna told Beatrice as they were watching TV shows together in the afternoon.

12. Rewind Again (completed, this is 3 pages of vent writing)

This has been the worst birthday I’ve ever had. I’m scrolling through my social media feed. I’ve been on this website for half an hour, and it hasn’t evoked a single emotion for all that time. Glancing at the time displayed in white numbers in the corner of my screen, I see that it’s 9:20 PM.

13. The Carcass House (completed, might go back to revise this one soon)

The house had been lying in the field for a while now. It looked the same every time I saw it, save for a few more fallen shingles and the slowly fading paint.

14. Thoughts of a Kraken (completed)

Hydration is important after a long week of launching yourself into space at very high speeds and flying aimlessly around the universe. There’s nothing like taking a sip from a spent fuel pool when you’re in need of a drink.

15. Burning Bridges (completed)

The walls of her bedroom were the same boring shade of beige as they were in Julie’s childhood. The popcorn ceiling was uncomfortably uneven, and the bumps made strange patterns.

16. The USB (completed)

The laptop flipped itself open, unlocked its own password, and opened a new document. A message appeared on the bright screen as the laptop’s keys clicked up and down.

17. Phone Call (completed)

The smartphone was on the floor in front of my apartment when I saw it. I couldn’t see anyone nearby who might’ve dropped it, so I picked it up and brought it inside.

18. Strawberry Friends (completed)

I offer a strawberry to Joey, and they quickly stuff it into their mouth, their hands stained with sticky red juice. Eating a strawberry myself, I reach over to wipe the mess from Joey’s face.

19. Pictures of a Monster (completed)

At this point, he was nothing more than pictures. Pictures, scattered throughout the internet, on every platform you could find. There was an endless chain of pictures, and he would never truly die as long as they existed.

20. Flight of the Prince (completed)

The rain had been relaxing but the thunder was not. It rumbled loudly outside the window, and the lightning flashed across Prince Fidus's eyes.

Hmm, okay. I seem to like starting stories by saying "the", since nine of the stories here start with that word. Some other patterns I see are describing the setting or starting with a character's action. My favorite first line is from "Speak Away Into The Sky" (number 7), and I think it's the one that grabs the most attention. I wrote that story from a prompt that said to combine the plot and setting of two different genres, so I picked a fantasy setting with magic and aliens (the angels) from sci-fi. I think it mostly just counts as fantasy, though. Also, I really had to look through all my files for this tag game!

I'm tagging @tenwlms, @bmariewinter, @keen2meecha, @mel-writes-with-her-dragons, and anyone who wants to participate. No pressure though, and I hope you have fun!

[firesidefantasy]

so last night i realised i had almost hit 500 posts on this account. and then i had the brilliant, genius idea to make a post with 500 facts about monster house for my 500th post.

this was not a genius idea in any way shape or form.

i am not a genius.

but i did it anyway, so now i present to you:

five-hundred-fucking-facts about monster house

enjoy. 

KENZI

1) Kenzi was abandoned as a baby 2) She was adopted by Monster House 3) She does not know when her birthday is 4) Her best friend growing up was Toby 5) Kenzi thought she was a vampire when she was a kid 6) She went around biting people’s necks for weeks 7) Kenzi loves photography, Instagram, and modelling 8) She has ran four marathons and six 10ks 9) She has been dying her hair since she was 14 10) Kenzi’s favourite chocolate brand is Cadbury’s 11) She loves cooking and hosting parties 12) She hates being human and wishes she was a monster too 13) She is almost fluent in French 14) Kenzi has no idea what she wants to be when she’s older 15) She never wants to leave Monster House 16) Kenzi is always chewing gum

HARLOW 17) Harlow dyes her hair black 18) She plays drums because her dad told her it was for boys 19) She plays basketball because her dad told her it was for boys 20) Her mum died three years ago and Harlow has never got over it 21) She lives with her dad, their relationship is recovering 22) Harlow won’t leave the house without a beanie 23) She loves video games like overwatch and call of duty 24) She is absolutely shit at video games 25) Doritos are her favourite snack 26) Harlow has lost count of how many cousins she has 27) If she could be any monster, she’d be a vampire 28) She’s in a college band called ‘4am’ 29) They’ve played three actual gigs so far 30) Harlow wants to be in a famous band 31) Harlow does NOT want to ever get a real job 32) She writes a lot of songs 33) Nobody will ever see these songs 34) She hates the beach 35) The only thing she hates more than the beach is spelling errors 36) She also hates vegetables and weather over 20 degrees C 37) She loves the sound of rain and thunder 38) She hoards TV boxsets and prefers them over Netflix 39) She loves antique stores and charity shops 40) She has an impressive vinyl collection

TOBY 41) Toby is bisexual but prefers guy 42) He’s known he was bisexual since discovering Tom Holland 43) His favourite superhero is Iron Man 44) Spider man is a close second 45) Toby wanted to be a superhero when he was a kid 46) Now he wants to be a super villain (#edgyteen) 47) He’s enrolled in school part time 48) Avoiding sunlight makes school difficult 49) The kids at school joke that he’s a vampire because of this 50) They don’t know why that’s so funny 51) He plays bass guitar but never lets anyone else listen 52) Except Matty. Sometimes he joins in with the ‘drums’ 53) Toby loves going to the skate park at night 54) He once wrote a 500 word essay on why the moon is better than the sun 55) He knows every constellation and loves stargazing 56) He loves sitting on his dad’s balcony and watching the stars 57) Toby doesn’t know who his mum is 58) Metal and rock music is his favourite 59) He chews on his finger to satisfy his desire to bite things 60) Sometimes he’s tempted to see if he could bite his finger off 61) He never has 62) Toby loves tomato ketchup 63) Immortality intimidates him 64) He only wears band tee shirts 65) He starts wearing beanies everywhere after meeting Harlow 66) Toby idolises Harlow 67) His favourite food is pancakes with chocolate sauce 68) Kenzi makes him pancakes to apologise after they fight 69) Toby buys her bars of chocolate to apologise 70) Kenzi and Toby bicker a lot 71) They are also best friends 72) Toby’s favourite period of history is the Roman emperors 73) Caligula was his favourite emperor 74) Toby almost turned Kenzi when they were 14 75) He despises pop music 76) Kenzi and Toby fight over nothing more often than pop music 77) Custard makes him want to throw up

KAI 78) Kai has six older sisters 79) He is one of two guys in the witches coven 80) He speaks French and Italian (almost) fluently 81) He volunteers at the local animal shelter 82) He does not get along with his family 83) Kai tries to fit in but he isn’t very good at it 84) He gets very upset if his hair doesn’t look right 85) He struggles with dysphoria but his parents won’t let him get T 86) Kai loves doing jigsaws and watching reality shows 87) He listens to music to drown out his parents arguments 88) His oldest sister Natalia is his favourite 89) She cut his hair and bought him guys clothes after he came out 90) Natalia plays board games with him and helps with homework 91) Kai loves baking - especially banana bread 92) He hates bananas but could eat banana bread all day 93) Being a witch is hard and he’s really really bad at it 94) Kai once turned a dining room chair into a frog 95) He also turned his mother’s earrings into a donkey 96) They never let him keep the animals 97) Pop music and indie rock are his favourites 98) Kai is scared of the dark 99) Science and maths make no sense to him 100) He plans on leaving the witches coven when he’s 18

PHILLIP 101) Philip is a history professor at Seabrooke University 102) He was born in 1893 under the reign of Queen Victoria 103) He campaigned with the suffragettes - and even broke a window once 104) He is a hardcore liberal and despises the conservative party 105) He attended the 1908 summer Olympics held in London 106) He once had a fling with a maid of George V’s 107) Phillip had entered a competition to be on the titanic 108) He was an engineer during world war 2 109) His nose was broken at a protest for women to be given degrees 110) Phillip has been married three times 111) The first died, the second left him for another man 112) The third was a Vegas marriage about 30 years prior 113) Phillip is straight - but he’s experimented extensively in the past 114) He does the newspaper crossword puzzle every morning 115) He bans TV until after 3pm 116) Phillip moved to Monster House in the 70’s 117) He despises the movie ‘Twilight’ above all else 118) He is the one who decided to adopt Kenzi 119) Phillip is essentially in charge of Monster House 120) He adores barbecues with his family 121) He hates Russia, incorrect grammar, and coffee

MATTY 122) Toby brought a stray dog in one day 123) The next morning, a toddler was asleep in their living room 124) Phillip decided to keep him 125) His hobbies include chewing people’s shoes and phone chargers 126) He has broken exactly seven bones 127) There is no soul clumsier than Matty 128) His face is full of freckles and his cheeks are always red 129) He runs everywhere 130) He wants to be a footballer or an astronaut when he’s older 131) Matty breaks Phillip’s morning TV ban so he can watch cartoons 132) His favourite game is fetch 133) Toby created a machine for him that throws a ball over and over 134) Matty hates it - he likes playing with an actual person 135) His wolf form is small, fluffy and a little too blonde 136) Phillip has been assured that he will get less blonde as he grows up 137) Toby once tried to enter him in a dog competition 138) They won £20 and bought the biggest ice creams they could 139) Matty loves porridge almost as much as he loves shoes and Toby 140) He has an imaginary friend called Boris who he blames for everything

CALLIE 141) Callie is half fae and half human 142) Her full name is Calypso, but everybody calls her Callie 143) She cannot tell lies, but is excellent at talking around the truth 144) She’s introverted and shy - but also amazing at public speaking 145) She wants to be a legal aid barrister 146) Her hair is naturally brown but she dyes it red 147) She plays acoustic guitar in 4am - the same band as Harlow 148) Her roommate is a werewolf but she doesn’t know about it yet 149) She has travelled to France and Italy 150) But she wants to travel the world 151) Her bedroom walls are covered in maps 152) She has an emergency supply of snacks in a room at all times 153) Her biggest dream is to have her own library room once day 154) With a secret bookshelf door, of course 155) Her lava lamp and beanbags are her prized possessions 156) She does not have a good relationship with her parents 157) She struggles with insomnia and rarely sleeps 158) Coffee is her one true love 159) She adores long car rides and she adores driving 160) She works part time at a coffee shop 161) Her car is her other prized possession 162) Callie can devour bags of skittles in an instant 163) She forgets everything in her personal life 164) And remembers everything in her academic life 165) She loves fire and will sit and stare at it for hours 166) Sometimes she goes to the local aquarium to study 167) Change is her worst enemy - everything needs to be consistent 168) She has been a straight A student all her life 169) She goes for a long walk every Saturday afternoon 170) Callie writes songs when she’s feeling bad

MILO 171) Hiding antlers in public is the bane of his existence 172) He is part of a group who want to tell humans about monsters 173) Milo does not particularly like humans 174) He has curly blonde hair that is usually a mess 175) One of his eyes is darker blue than the other 176) He loves blanket forts and fairy lights and hot chocolate 177) He has a part time job delivering pizzas 178) This means he gets a discount on pizzas, which he takes advantage of 179) Percy Jackson is the main reason he’s doing a classics degree 180) He enjoys writing fantasy books in his free time 181) He is reasonably fluent in Ancient Greek and Latin 182) ‘Out of Bounds’ signs are a welcoming invitation to Milo 183) He will explore everything and anything 184) Milo wants to travel to South America the most 185) He has two mums 186) They both adore Callie 187) He goes rock climbing in his free time 188) This is so he can climb trees, fences, and monuments better 189) He claims he’s climbed several mountains 190) Callie does not believe this claim 191) He was not raised in Seabrooke and had few monster friends as a kid 192) Milo is a nymph 193) His father is one of his mother’s best friends - also a nymph 194) His ‘father’ taught him to garden and to bake 195) Milo never called him dad - he was always Uncle Barney 196) He loves growing his own flowers 197) Nymph magic allows him to grow the most beautiful plants and flowers 198) It also allows him to bake exceptional cakes and cookies 199) He adores his younger brother and sister 200) He is double jointed and left handed

KENZI AND HARLOW 201) Making out is their favourite pastime 202) Harlow spends most of her free time at Monster House 203) They enjoy joking about how ‘platonic’ their relationship is 204) Kenzi loves cooking for Harlow 205) They spend a lot of time watching TV shows together 206) Stranger Things and Friends were their last binge-watches 207) Harlow is always invited round for Friday Board Game Night 208) Kenzi constantly steals Harlow’s clothes 209) Harlow loves playing with Kenzi’s hair 210) Harlow loves holding Kenzi’s hand 211) Harlow just loves touching Kenzi as much as possible 212) They both have a years pass to the local petting zoo 213) Kenzi goes to all of Harlow’s band gigs and basketball games 214) She wants to set up a cheer leading squad for the basketball team 215) Harlow just wants to see Kenzi in a cheerleader costume 216) Harlow asked Kenzi to be her girlfriend 217) Kenzi said I love you first 218) They’re planning on getting an apartment together after graduating 219) Also a dog 220) Harlow adores getting Kenzi to play (and fail at) video games 221) Kenzi is a massive flirt - Harlow does not appreciate it 222) Harlow once stabbed Kenzi on the hand whilst cooking together 223) Kenzi and Harlow do not cook together 224) They bicker a lot 225) But Harlow adores Kenzi more than anything else, and vice versa

TOBY AND KAI 226) Toby only got the guts to ask Kai out because his dad made him 227) They are polar opposites in just about every way 228) Toby didn’t know what being transgender meant before meeting Kai 229) Toby calls Kai ‘sunshine’ 230) Kai calls Toby ‘grumpy guts’ for the most part 231) They fall asleep on the phone together a lot 232) They also fall asleep in the same bed a lot 232) Kai’s parents do not like vampires so they don’t know about Toby 233) They met through the Monster House toddler group when they were kids 234) They both went to the Monster House study group as kids/teenagers 234) Nowadays, they ‘study’ in Toby’s room instead 235) Kai drove Toby mad up until very recently 236) It wasn’t exactly love at first site 237) Toby threw up on Kai - the hatred only grew from there 238) Over time, Toby developed a soft spot for Kai 239) Nowadays, Kai still drives him crazy, but in a good sorta way 240) They have every intention of moving in together after school ends 241) Kai has a drawer of clothes at Toby’s place 242) Toby has punched six people in defence of Kai 243) One was an eleven year old. He has no regrets 244) Toby frequently takes Kai stargazing 245) Toby also taught him how to skate 246) Kai speaks French to Toby and he loves it 247) Sometimes Kai takes Toby to volunteer at the animal shelter with him 248) Their biggest fights are over pop music and science 249) They plan on getting a turtle when they move in together 250) Kai loves sitting on Toby’s lap 251) He also loves stealing his sweaters 252) He also loves fixing his hair 253) He frequently picks flowers for Toby and spends hours arranging them 254) Kai also loves falling asleep on Toby 255) Toby kisses Kai’s cheek a lot 256) Toby adores Kai, but he rarely admits to it 257) He took Kai to a Troye Sivan concert in February 2019 258) Kai sends Toby selfies a lot throughout the day 259) Toby saves every single one to his phone - but won’t admit to it 260) Toby’s dad r e a l l y wants him to marry Kai

CALLIE AND MILO 261) They met when they were both searching an abandoned church 262) They thought the other was a ghost 263) For the longest time, Callie was ‘ghost girl’ in Milo’s phone 264) Their first date was in Starbucks 265) But they tell people it was back in that abandoned church 266) They are both too terrified to ever go back to that church 267) They have plants to travel the world together 268) Callie’s phone background is Milo and his messy bed head 269) Milo’s background is Callie in one of his sweaters 270) Callie hoards Milo’s sweaters 271) Milo practically lives at Callie’s apartment so he doesn’t mind 272) Callie only really sleeps when she’s with Milo 273) Milo likes playing with her hair while she reads out loud 274) The sound of her voice calms his anxiety 275) Callie frequently plays guitar and sings for Milo 276) He considers himself her number one fan 277) Callie likes listening to him ramble about history and classics 278) She often falls asleep while he talks - he never seems to notice 279) Callie drives Milo everywhere 280) Milo always makes the best road trip playlists and snacks 281) Milo’s mum’s adore Callie 282) They go for family dinner every other Sunday 283) They are going to Greece together over the summer holidays 284) Their opinions on monster politics differ wildly 285) Callie enjoys teaching Milo how to play guitar 286) Milo grows his own flowers to give Callie 287) He also enjoys cooking for her 288) Sometimes he brings her breakfast in bed 289) He usually gets a blowjob in exchange for this 290) They make a game out of fucking in as many places as they can 291) This has included: the grocery store, a church, the forest 292) Milo’s parents frequently bring up marriage 293) They’re both quite content with how things are 294) One day, they’d both like a small wedding in Europe somewhere 295) Zoos, petting farms, and aquariums are their favourite dates 296) Milo is basically Callie’s pillow 297) Callie writes songs for Milo 298) Her parents do not approve of her dating a Nymph 299) Callie’s roommates adore Milo and love that he basically lives there 300) They fight about how much wardrobe space Milo takes up frequently

BACKGROUND CHARACTERS 301) Callie’s roommate is a werewolf 302) She doesn’t know that Callie isn’t human and vice versa 303) Werewolf roommate (Arya)’s family is originally from India 304) Arya loves escape rooms 305) Callie loves petting Arya in wolf form 306) Milo is the only one who questions why there’s a wolf in the kitchen 307) But Milo still feeds Arya-in-wolf-form blueberry muffins 308) Bruce the Minotaur has lived in Monster House forever 309) Nobody really knows where or when Bruce came from 310) He has a very distinctive Greek accent 311) Bruce makes the best waffles 312) And he knits a damn good scarf and woolly socks 313) Which is incidentally what everybody gets for their birthday 314) Sheryl the Siren is like a crazy aunt to the kids in Monster House 315) She auditioned for X Factor once - she didn’t get in 316) Her vocal inspirations are beyonce and mariah carey 317) Sheryl is married to Mary-Anne the Mermaid 318) Mary-Anne lives in the coves behind Monster House 319) Sheryl loves singing for Mary-Anne 320) Maybe it’s the water-clogged ears, but Mary-Anne enjoys the singing 321) They had a beautiful beach wedding twelve years ago 322) Kenzi was a flower girl, Toby was a page boy 323) There is a ghost living in the attic of Monster House 324) It never seems to come out 325) Bruce sits outside the attic door each night to keep it company 326) Sometimes it likes to play drums with pots and pans 327) Nobody really has a name - it’s just ‘the ghost in the attic’ 328) They leave cookies for it at Christmas - they always get eaten 329) Sometimes Matty gets there first 330) Grace the Gorgon is an interior designer 331) She wears a veil-like head cover to hide the snake hair 332) Most humans just assume the head cover/snake hair is a new trend 333) Grace constantly redecorates Monster House 334) The house usually puts everything back overnight 335) Monster House does not like change 336) Grace is a wanted felon for the murder of a man named Perseus 337) Humans seem to be destined to forever walk past Monster House 338) Thus, Grace has never been caught 339) It is rumoured that she was once called Penelope 340) Nobody quite knows what Perseus did to warrant murder 341) Nobody quite trusts Grace with a knife, either

SEABROOKE 342) Seabrooke is a small, sleepy seaside town in southern England 343) It is the suburban hot spot for Monster life 344) Seabrooke has a population of 4,500 345) Around 250 of these are monsters 346) For some reason, Seabrooke has it’s own university 347) Nobody really knows why - it’s possible Phillip had a role in this 348) Seabrooke has two primary schools, a secondary, and a sixth form 349) It gets a lot of tourists during the summer 350) Everybody hates the tourists - especially Monsters

WITCHES COVEN 351) When Bruce the Minotaur gets sick - he can’t be taken to the doctors 352) The Witches Coven is the main place Monsters go when they’re sick 353) Witches are difficult creatures and the Coven are no different 354) If you get on their bad side, they’ll refuse you service 355) The Witches Coven therefore practically run the town 356) There are three families that make up the Coven 357) Admittance is only to witches with the blood of prestigious families 358) Kai is part of the Witches Coven 359) Kai’s family practically runs the Witches Coven 360) There is a lot of tension between the Witches and Phillip 361) Largely because they both have a lot of influence over Seabrooke 362) Regardless, Phillip still genuinely likes Kai 363) The Witches tend to be high maintenance and spoilt 364) The parents are like the worst white suburban soccer mums ever 365) Regardless, they are excellent at healing magic 366) But also excellent at ruining your life 367) They have definitely killed a few monsters - but it cannot be proved

LOCAL NEWSPAPER 368) The Daily Seabrooke is ran by shapeshifters 369) Nobody remembers when the TDS was started 370) Philip adores it for the crosswords 371) Apparently the crosswords are ‘out of this world’ 372) TDS is ran by a group of crazy looking students 373) Of course, they’re shapeshifters, so they’re probably all 1000+ 374) The shapeshifters behind TDS don’t mingle with other monsters 375) At least not as themselves 376) They report on human politics and news as well 377) Only monsters are sold the copies with monster news included 378) Half of TDS is gossip about the people in Seabrooke 379) Nobody is really safe from their snooping 380) Their methods include being a literal fly on the wall 381) Most breakups, Witches Coven drama, and Vamp/Wolf fights are put in 382) TDS is extremely controversial amongst Monsters in Seabrooke 383) Kenzi thinks it’s fucking hilarious

SEABROOKE UNIVERSITY 384) The University is crawling with monster life 385) Several professors are monsters 386) Most notably are Phillip and Steven 387) Phillip teaches Modern History 388) Steven teaches Medieval History 389) Phillip is a Vampire, Steven is a Werewolf 390) They have a competition for who gets History Professor Of The Year 391) This competition frequently gets out of hand 392) Everybody knows about their rivalry, few knows why 393) Nobody knows how long the two have worked there - most say forever 394) That wouldn’t be far from the truth 395) Steven happens to be Arya (Callie’s Roommate)’s father

MONSTER HOUSE 396) Monster House is practically alive 397) It constantly expands and shrinks 398) There are always exactly as many rooms as are necessary 399) Only the first floor can be seen by passersby 400) And they often walk straight past it 401) Ordering pizza is a nightmare 402) It’s like the human brain cannot comprehend where it is 403) Even though it’s in an incredibly obvious location 404) When they do see it, they see only a normal house 405) The construction of the house makes no sense 406) There are rooms hanging over nothing and stairs leading to nowhere 407) Sometimes bedrooms move and finding them is a nightmare 408) The living room and kitchen like to switch places 409) On Monday’s the kitchen is green and nobody knows why 410) It is black and white the rest of the time 411) It is almost impossible to paint or decorate Monster House 412) It prefers to do that itself 413) Somehow the bedrooms always look exactly how they are wanted 414) At least they save on paint - that shit is expensive 415) Unfortunately, Monster House doesn’t clean itself 416) Toby has registered several complaints about this

LULU 417) Lulu’s full name is Lucifer 418) It has been living in the basement since the beginning 419) It has only been seen by four people 420) Phillip and Kenzi are two of those 421) They call it Lulu because Kenzi couldn’t pronounce Lucifer as a kid 422) The nickname kinda stuck 423) Lulu gets fed raw fish every morning 424) They just dump a bucket full down the hatch in the kitchen 425) Sometimes Toby threatens to feed Matty to Lulu 426) This causes Matty to have nightmares and sleep in Toby’s bed 427) So that one kinda backfired on Toby 428) Nobody actually knows what kind of creature Lulu is

MISC. FACTS 429) Harlow’s favourite song is ‘Lights Down Low’ by Max 430) Seabrooke is not on any map - nobody knows why 431) I really regret this 432) Never ever try to write 500 facts it will not be fun 433) Callie’s favourite kind of law is criminal law 434) Particularly fatal offences 435) She also likes land law because she’s fucking weird 436) Kai got into reality TV because of his sisters 437) One of the arcades in Seabrooke is monster themed 438) Toby works there on Saturdays - always taking the night shifts 439) Kai really wants to own his own bakery one day 440) He tried to get the local bakery to hire him but he’s too young 441) Kai also wants to live in France or Italy 442) He also wants to be on reality shows and get a fake tan 443) (Okay. Toby is pretty sure he was joking about that) 444) Kai always has to wish on a lucky star 445) Milo wants to be a published author one day 446) Kai has tried to run away from home twice 447) His parents put a tracking spell on him and found him too fast 448) Toby wishes he could skate at the park with the other kids 449) But he also secretly likes that everyone finds him mysterious 450) Toby used to have a (massive) crush on Kenzi 451) Now they’re both pretty gay 452) Everyone is gay tbh 453) Monsters have no concept of heteronormativity 454) Kenzi’s favourite colour is pink 455) Callie’s favourite animal is an octopus 456) Kai has a picture of him and Toby stuck on his bedroom wall 457) Kai has had a crush on Toby since they were kids 458) Coming out as trans wrecked Kai’s relationship with his parents 459) It is seen as a disgrace for witches to have male sons 460) Men are submissive in witch culture 461) Kai’s parents frequently misname and misgender him 462) The kids at school are much more accepting 463) Kai came out when he was 14 464) Toby has actually been one of his biggest supporters 465) Natalia has been his main supporter as well 466) Toby likes Kai a lot more since he came out 467) Kai feels more real to him now - and irritates him less 468) Toby doesn’t know how long Kai has liked him for 469) Kai is pretty open about being trans 470) Seabrooke is quite accepting, even if his parents aren’t 471) Kenzi is terrified of being rejected by the monster community 472) She really wants Toby to turn her so she can be an actual monster 473) She wears contact lenses so her eyes look purple 474) She doesn’t really like school and puts the bare minimum effort in 475) Harlow is taking four a levels - a difficult thing to do 476) Fuck this was the worst idea 478) Harlow channels her anger out through drumming 479) It’s therapist mandated so her dad cannot stop her 480) Even though he very very much wants to 481) Harlow’s favourite video game is overwatch 482) Her mains are lucio, junk rat, bastion and rein 483) Harlow despises spelling and grammar errors 484) Matty likes stealing Toby’s tee shirts 485) Between Matty & Kai, Toby barely has any clothes left 486) Which is fine as far as Kai’s concerned 487) Matty is like a little brother to Kai 488) Originally, Callie & Arya were part of a polygamous relationship 489) I cut that out, though, because I couldn’t think of a third girl 490) Seabrooke tends to have mild weather 491) During the summer, the heat can spike to 25-30 C max 492) It rarely snows, but it does rain a lot, and there’s a lot of wind 493) Most of the houses in Seabrooke were built 100ish years ago 494) It has a train station - nobody knows why - it’s the last stop 495) There is a Seabrooke museum ran by a vampire and a Fae 496) There is a secret monster section in the back 497) Idle Town by Conan Gray reminds me of Seabrooke 498) As does This Town by Neil Horan (I think that’s the name idk) 499) Fuck you to @livvywrites for not stopping me 500) I am never doing this again

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[surveysonfleek]

1454.

If you could wipe out any bug on the Earth forever, what bug would it be? cockroaches for sure. What do your parents think of the music you listen to? they wouldn’t mind it. Have you ever fallen asleep while on the phone with someone? yeah. Do you chew on your straws? nope. What is something that you have struggled with lately? just having motivation to work harder lol. i work hard but i’m also hardly ever in a good mood.

Video Games or Board Games? i’m very picky with video games so board games for sure! Do you miss being a kid? oh yes.  Do you know anyone that has murdered someone? no. Do you like wearing socks that mismatch? no, i hate that. Do you know anyone under 18 who is pregnant? nope. Do things ever get lost in your purse? haha yes, all the damn time. How many meals do you eat in a day? about three. What is the drinking age where you are? 18. What’s a common drink you get when out for dinner? water. What hair color do you think suits you best? dark. black, brown. Have you ever put Silly Putty on a newspaper to copy the print? haha i don’t think so. what’s your favorite animal print? leopard. What music genre do you hate? country and mumble rap. Have you friends ever argued with their parents when you were there?  yes haha. What’s the nearest grocery store to you called? coles. Do you know someone who thinks they are perfect? haha no. Can you drive? yes. i drive all the damn time. Do you ever wonder if there’s someone who looks exactly like you? haha i’ve thought of it before. Is it easy to make you laugh? yeah pretty much. What was the last thing you googled? lol i forgot. vegetarian sausages i think. Do your parents ever compare you to other kids? when i was a kid, yeah. Do you wait for your parents to be in a good mood b4 asking them 4 smthing? haha no. i never ask them for anything anymore. When was the last time you ate chocolate? tonight. Are you scared of thunder storms? not really. only if it’s raining really heavily while driving. Do you prefer to watch or play sports? watch. Are your first impressions of people usually pretty accurate or way off? in between. i’m usually right but at times people can surprise you. Do you have a calendar in your room? yes. it’s from last year too, i haven’t bothered to take it down. Are you an only child? nope. Do you look more like your mom or dad? my mum i think. If you had the power of making people disappear forever, would you take advantage if it? haha no. What do you think is the best part of waking up? knowing i have a day off (if i have a day off). When was the last time you were nervous? today. What food could you eat over and over again without getting sick of it? sushi. What was your favourite TV show as a kid? sesame street, arthur, rugrats, sailor moon.

[firelxrdsdaughter]

A Foolish Undertaking| Chapter 10

Read it on Ao3!

Another pretty long one, I am posting it here but it is likely easier to read on Ao3 this time around. <3

Everyone say hello to our favourite deserter!

“Mom always said that she loved us,” Azula leads, voice barely parsing the distance between them in the dark.

X

Iroh and Azula

“That woman is dangerous.” Jeong-Jeong observes Azula coolly down the length of his nose, his gold eyes following every deft move of her pai sho pieces across the board where she plays with Master Shu. A distraction to keep her preoccupied whilst Iroh negotiates with his long time friend.

He doesn’t find Jeong-Jeong’s words pleasing, however. It isn’t enough that he must remind her of the fact that she is a child, but Jeong-Jeong too, who should know better? All the same, he parts his lips to refute the claim.

“She is not a woman, she is a girl.”

“No…” Jeong-Jeong’s dark gold eyes come to meet Iroh’s, disagreement obvious in his severe expression. The light streaming through the windows to their right casts the double slash of scars over the other man’s eye in sharp, angry, relief. “That is a dragon with its giant maw hung wide open, ready to set fire to everything in its path.”

Iroh lets out a puff of air, inexplicably needled by the comparison.

“She is my niece,” Iroh tells the deserter pointedly.

“I am well aware. Her reputation precedes her.”

Iroh swipes a hand down his face, weary. His palm scratches against the wiry hairs of his long untrimmed beard, and he fixes his attention on his niece and nephew for a time. He had hoped that this would not prove to be a problem. He’s not certain why he’d thought it potentially wouldn’t be, in hind sight.

“If you truly wish for another member of the Order to take her, then I will make arrangements,” Iroh says finally, turning his attention back to Jeong-Jeong, “but the fact remains that I trust you better than most, and I especially trust your skill. My niece’s reputation precedes her, this is a fact, and for good reason. I cannot leave her with just anyone, and I cannot be solely responsible for her when I am also trying to take both myself and my nephew off of the radar and out of harm’s way.”

Jeong-Jeong grunts, bottom lip jutting out as he frowns, bowing his head.

“It would be safest to leave her with you. You are, above everyone, very good at hiding in plain sight. I need my niece concealed until her place in all of this has become clear to me.”

“You want her out of the picture,” Jeong-Jeong translates for Iroh, “but you are not willing to do what it will take to do so more permanently.”

Iroh feels his guts roil at the intent behind the other master’s words.

“She is a child,” he repeats in a hoarse, whispering, hiss.

Jeong-Jeong makes another low sound in his chest, tapping his blunt fingers against the table top.

“As I have said. If you are not willing to do it, that is fine,” Iroh tries, suddenly apprehensive about leaving Azula with Jeong-Jeong.

“You are getting soft in your old age, Grand Master.”

“Perhaps. But I cannot see another child lost to this war. She has not had control over her circumstances, any more than her brother, even if she gives off the illusion that she has.” Iroh fixes Jeong-Jeong with his amber gaze. “No more than you or I had when we were young and impressionable and full of the lies that the Fire Nation had told us about the world.”

The slightly younger man looks long at Iroh then, and the Dragon of the West can see the wheels turning in the other man’s head. Finally, Jeong-Jeong sighs.

“Very well. I will take her.”

Iroh lets out a breath.

“Thank you, my friend.” Relief wells up in Iroh’s belly despite his current misgivings, “I am forever in your debt.”

“Mmf. I will remember it.”

Iroh lets their conversation fall to companionable silence for a moment. It surrounds them, buffering the discomfort of his request before he speaks again.

“I would prefer if my niece did not suspect what is to happen until the last possible moment. Will you travel with us to the ferry across to Ba Sing Se? Master Kana had mentioned that they are taking refugees across not far from here.”

Jeong-Jeong nods slowly but is frowning deeply once again.

“And you were not followed here,” he wonders, “last I had heard, Zhao was dogging you and your nephew around the globe.”

Iroh chuckles drily.

“Your intel is old, my friend. Zhao died. He attempted a siege at the North Pole. He angered the spirits. They dragged him away.”

Jeong-Jeong’s surprise is brief and bright, a spark of regret, before it is followed by weary acceptance.

“I always worried that he would come to an untimely end. I see my concern was founded after all.”

“It was regrettable, but Zhao was an ambitious and mean spirited man, and I am relieved in many ways that he has been taken out of my path. Not least of all because it means that you will be more easily able to travel with us, no doubt.”

“I was never afraid of Zhao,” Jeong-Jeong quips in response, “only concerned that his attentions would lead to my comeuppance.” His expression has grown dark again, however.

Iroh lets out another sigh. No doubt Jeong-Jeong had harboured hope that Zhao could be changed, but Iroh himself had never seen that sort of potential in him.The concept crawls uncomfortably across Iroh’s skin. What if he only hopes that Azula can change because he is invested in her? What if it is the same with Zuko. No. Zuko is far softer and kinder by nature than his sister or Zhao. He purses his lips.

“I want my niece to have a chance. I think that — there is great potential within her. I think that she herself could possibly be a Grand Lotus. One day.”

Jeong-Jeong grunts a laugh. Iroh moves on without acknowledging the disbelief in his friend’s tone.

“But if you feel that she is too far gone. If she gives you any reason to — “ Iroh presses his lips into a thin line, not wanting the words to come out. “If you have absolutely no other choice, then I trust you to make the right decision about how to deal with her.”

Jeong-Jeong is silent again for what seems an eternity.

“Not so soft after all, then.”

~

The newest addition to their party is a peculiar man. Azula recognizes his face from the wanted posters that she’s seen plastered all over the Fire Nation and its colonies. The deserter, Jeong-Jeong. A fire bending master of great renown who had become a turn coat, abandoning his nation for obscurity. The story of his disappearance is tired enough to stick out in her mind at the very sight of him.

He dines with them and says nothing. Rather, he fixes his gaze upon her, and Azula fixes her gaze upon him, and the two eat in silence, sizing one another up. Her uncle is up to something. This is the friend that his pai sho contact had set him up with? Jeong-Jeong doesn’t look like he’s one for pai sho. Looks can be deceiving though...

More than anything, this cements that idea in her mind that her uncle has been participating in treasonous acts since long before he and Zuko kidnapped her. Probably since long before Zuko was ever even scarred by their father. Azula takes a delicate, dignified, bite of her dumpling, eyes narrowing just so. At her side, Zuko is equally as silent. The oppressive weight of it seems to get to Iroh.

“How did your game with master Shu go, Azula?”

She looks over at her uncle, swallowing the salty pork and cabbage filling daintily before she makes her reply.

“I gave him something to think about.”

The old man laughs, stroking his broad fingers through the ends of his beard.

“Good. Then again I would expect nothing less from you.”

Azula takes another bite of her food, staring down at the steaming treats in contemplative silence, feeling her frustration bursting at the seams of her being. Every clink of the plates seems louder and more obnoxious with each passing second. The cutlery clatters like thunder in her ears.

The princess slaps her chopsticks down upon the table with a bang, the dishes rattling with the motion.

“Why are we here,” she demands.

Beside her, Zuko looks askance, brow raised in surprise at her outburst. It isn’t lost on her how alike to him she is being in this moment. She can’t bring herself to care.

“We came here to meet master Jeong-Jeong,” Uncle Iroh supplies calmly, taking another bite of his own food as though she has not suddenly had a childish outburst more fit for her eight-year-old self than her fourteen-year-old one.

“Yes, I know, but why,” she pursues.

“Jeong-Jeong is a master at evading the Fire Nation. We need his expertise on this leg of our journey, and he has agreed to help us.”

Azula doesn’t believe him, but the answer is so painfully logical that it twists up inside of her, driving her mad. Of course. They would need a way to go undetected. If the Deserter could go this long without being definitively found then he could help them to disappear too. Of course, of course.

Azula huffs. Zuko clears his throat at her side, and she could swear she sees just the briefest lift of his mouth into a smile, gone so quickly that she cannot really be certain if that’s what she saw at all.

In all honesty she might have looked for something in him to be offended at in that moment. At least her anger and frustration and pent up energy would have somewhere to go. But no, she will not. Not in the presence of this stranger. Not in this little room they’ve rented for all four of them from the dingy inn.

The walls had once been a cheerful spring green. Now they are faded and peeling, water damaged in the corners at the roofline from heavy rains coming through the thatching.

“Azula, I know that you are impatient with all of the proceedings that have been going on since the fated day that you became a member of our travelling party,” Iroh says then, measured, “but please try to understand. I did what was best for myself and for Zuko at that time. Now, I am trying to do what is best for all three of us. This is an opportunity for us to become a closer family; to get to know one another better without all of the expectations of courtly life and the decorum of a royal household.”

“Trying to do what’s best?” Her voice raises again, incredulous. “You threw me in the dungeons of my own boat when I at least honoured the two of you with rooms when I took you captive! You have force fed me tea and dragged me through the wilds of the Earth Kingdom to spirits know where, all in an effort to continue holding custody of me over my father, even after your alleged true intentions for my presence in your party have been met! Your favourite nephew broke my leg in two places to ensure that I would not be going anywhere on my own any time soon! You took me to an irreputable healer in a backwater town to have my leg seen to in order to avoid the authorities and now you have enlisted the help of a traitor to further evade the efforts of the Fire Nation in retrieving me!”

As if in response to her thoughts on it, her leg gives a terrible twinge, and she feels the blood draining from her cheeks. Zuko’s hand comes toward her. She flinches away. He stops, and retracts it, frowning down at his meal. Jeong-Jeong gives no outward signs of being affected by the argument, and her uncle looks — weary? Forlorn? She cannot really tell. She can never really tell. She digs her nails into her palms.

“I hear your concerns,” her uncle says diplomatically after he is certain that she will not continue on her tirade, “but really they are unfounded. Yes I have decided to keep you around, but I know that you are able to imagine why that is the case. It is safer for me and for your brother that you are in our care, and not pursuing us across the Earth Kingdom in your father’s name.”

Azula grinds her teeth.

“I have no untoward intentions where you are concerned, my niece, and so you can rest easy.”

Azula scoffs in disgust, turning her face away from her uncle, trying to stand in one fluid motion with her good leg. She stumbles. A moment later Zuko’s hands have come around her to steady her, and Azula wrenches free, limping painfully as a shocking ache trembles up the length of her ruined limb.

“Don’t touch me,” she hisses venomously.

Zuko puts his hands up, backing away.

“Where exactly are you going,” her uncle inquires.

Azula presses her eyes closed tight, breathes in sharply through her nose.

“I don’t know,” she bites out sharply, limping ineffectually to the other side of the cramped room to stare out the window at the gathering dark.

The rest of dinner passes in silence. Azula does not turn to look at the men, keeping her gaze trained on the last stains of purple and pink as the sun sets behind the distant fingers of the mountains. Her uncle retires, as does Jeong-Jeong. Zuko wanders to his sleeping bag but does not lie down. It’s his turn for first watch, even if they are not in the forest.

He has to make certain that she does not escape, after all.

Night has worn on before she retires to her own sleeping roll. She doesn’t look at Zuko as she settles herself painfully, carefully, in, her back propped against the thin wooden wall of the room. Their uncle’s snores are nearly deafening in the quiet.

Zuko glances at her once. She sees him do so out of the corner of her eye. Azula’s mouth pulls down into a scowl, and she stares out into the darkened room, studying the outlines of the barebones furniture in the weak light from the quartered moon.

She’s heard rumours that the moon spirit is now the spirit of a once mortal woman — a woman lost during the battle in the North Pole. She often wonders what it must have been like to witness the battle. To see the towering spirit monster the Avatar is said to have become as it walked through the entire great city and swallowed their fleet whole.

She wonders what Zhao’s last thoughts were before he was taken.

She glances sidelong at Zuko, knowing full well he was supposedly there. There had been enough reports of it, from those few who had survived to tell the tale and return to the Fire Nation. Azula thinks of the shadowy figures of those who have left her life in the short time that she's lived it, slipping into the unknown.

The princess’ lips part, and she takes a breath.

“Mom always said that she loved us,” Azula leads, voice barely parsing the distance between them in the dark. Their uncle continues to snore. Zuko starts in surprise, but sobers after a moment.

“Yeah,” Zuko agrees, “she did.”

“So then why did she leave us behind?”

He doesn’t have an answer for her. She can see it in the twitch of his jaw, and the way that his head hangs low for a second before he turns his attention back to the window. He doesn’t know any better than she knows.

“In my opinion,” she says then, “putting too much faith in your caretakers is only asking for disappointment. Do you think that dad always praises me? That my life is easy just because I’m his favourite?”

“Yeah I do,” he answers plainly. And of course Zuko does. That’s the only way he’s ever been able to look at the situation. Azula turns her own gaze down to the shadowed bed roll she’s seated upon. She takes in a breath, sighing heavily.

“Well, you’re wrong. In fact I think it’s harder than being the disappointment. He doesn’t expect much from you. So when you fall short, it’s not really a big deal.”

“Not a big deal!?”

Their uncle’s snores cut short, and he snorts, shifting. They pause, waiting. He starts to snore once again. In the darkest corner of the room the newest addition to their party remains silent. Azula is still uncertain of whether he’s asleep.

“I didn’t do anything wrong by speaking out for our citizens. It was - it was dad who was wrong!” His voice is hushed but his tone remains meaningful. Azula breathes out through her nose, pursing her lips.

“Maybe,” she concedes, “maybe not. Is uncle any more right for kidnapping me? Was he any more right to allow his son to go to the frontline? The only reason he pays you any attention is his guilt over Lu Ten. You’re his surrogate son.”

“So?”

Azula frowns.

“Even if I am just a surrogate son, as you say,” Zuko continues, “he still…Treats me better than dad ever has. He shows me love, and compassion, and concern. I’ve seen him do it for you too, but you push it away — just like I did before all of this.”

“He hasn’t shown me all that much concern,” she disagrees, “he might pretend to be compassionate where I am concerned, but I know that it’s only to keep me pliant to his will. He has a plan and I will find out exactly what it is eventually.”

“See that’s the problem with you,” Zuko says after a pregnant pause, voice glum, “you assume that everyone has an angle, just like you. Sometimes people don’t have an angle, Azula. Sometimes they just want to help. No strings attached, no favours to retain.”

“You’ve been drinking the iced oolong,” she responds tartly.

“No…It’s something I’ve known for a long time, but I just always told myself not to believe it because of the environment we were raised in…” He trails off, looking at her silently for longer than Azula would like. “If it’s so bad for you there, then why do you stay?”

Azula lowers her gaze.

“Why do you want to go back so badly,” she asks. There’s another pause. They have the same reasons in the end, don’t they?

“You know…I heard Uncle yell at you, a few weeks ago. He’s right. You’re not a soldier, or a grown woman. You’re a kid. Just like me. But dad never did us the service of treating us like children, even in a country where we don’t send our children to war until they’re at least sixteen.”

Azula bares her teeth, the grimace covering up the sudden returning twinge of pain through her wounds. She wishes uncle were awake so that he could brew her more of the medicinal tea. Having him awake now would only be a detriment, however. Not to mention the fog which descends upon her whenever she drinks the brew.

Zuko tries again.

“Maybe mom left us…But at least she never tried to use either of us as a weapon.”

“You don’t know that. We were small. Anything is possible.”

“You know what I think is possible? I think it’s a very real possibility that she left without us because dad made sure that she would have to. I think it’s very possible that mom’s out there somewhere, waiting to come home and see us again. Or for us to come and find her.”

Azula snorts, she cannot help it. “You always were an optimist.”

“What so you don’t think it’s possible?”

She thinks many things.

Azula thinks that Zuko is right about this one thing; their father will do anything to get ahead. Just like her. Just like Uncle Iroh, though she has yet to be able to garner concrete evidence. Evidence enough that he kidnapped you in the first place. He could have thrown you overboard and watched the men on deck scramble to save you. Even she cannot quite convince herself of that.

Azula thinks that their mother left of her own accord because she cannot bear to think of how else Ursa might have disappeared from their lives so quickly and without a trace. She doesn’t want to think about what might have been done to affect that possible scenario.

Azula thinks that in the end Zuko is wrong, and so is Uncle Iroh. She’s too invaluable to father’s cause to be anything but his most important playing piece, and that will secure her future. It already has secured her future. She need only get back home. She need only rid herself of Zuko and Iroh (and now this new companion of his) and get back to the Fire Nation. Somehow.

Her eyes squeeze shut at another sharp pang through her leg, her hands shaking.

“Azula?”

She opens her eyes, looking sidelong again at her brother where he peers at her through the gloom.

“I think that anything is possible,” she reiterates flatly. Zuko straightens a little in the dark. It’s difficult to read his expression.

“Are you in pain?”

“Yes.” What face is she losing here? Zuko knows the severity of the wounds he’s caused.

“I can wake uncle…”

“Don’t bother.” He’ll wake soon enough. The night is young and Zuko will need his turn at sleep. She will bother their uncle for some herbs then. Until then she will endure.

“You know, it wouldn’t kill you to show that you’re human sometimes.”

“It might kill me.”

Zuko snorts softly, looking away. She can see the barest hint of a smile dancing at the corners of his mouth again. How wonderful that she can be a source for amusement. Azula scowls.  

Zuko stands, coming to crouch at her side and handing out a piece of fruit he’s had stashed in his robe. She takes it with a suspicious look, raising a dark eyebrow at him. This feels dangerously close to pity.

“I’m sorry…About your leg…” he looks away again, scratching at the side of his nose. He looks guilty, as though he means it. Azula sobers, turning the halved apple between her palms.

“I wouldn’t have showed you any mercy.”

“Huh…” The sound is akin to a laugh. “Yeah I guess not.”

Zuko reaches over, rubbing his hand against the top of her head. Azula jumps, smacking his hand away indignantly. She opens her mouth, ready to unleash the harshest insult she can think of, but Zuko has stood once more, stepping lightly back over to his bed roll before she can effect her verbal assault.

Their uncle’s snores cease, and the old man rolls over in his bedding, mumbling in his sleep.

She leans back into the wall she’s propped herself against, pouting. She takes a large bite of the apple, the flesh sweet and juicy on her tongue.

[memekingjrsupreme]

Ask Away Anonymously Or Not.                        (◕‿◕✿) All My Asks I Answered On My Blog Deleted, So I Decided To Make An Ask Meme Thingyy.

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed? Closed, ain't no monster gonna get these feets.

(2) Do You Have Freckles? No, but most of my family does.

(3) Can You Whistle? Hell yeah, my only talent. I can whistle in and out too, I do a bomb ambulance impression.

(4) Last Song You Listened To. Brown Eyes by Lady Gaga I think.

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour? Blue, Green, Orange. I don’t really like red or yellow, the rest are just okay.

(6) Relationship Status. Single but not wanting to mingle ;)

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now? Cold? Like 68 degrees maybe (Fahrenheit because America is the only real country)?

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky? Waking up makes me cranky, but I’m also sick so probably.

(9) How Many Followers? Only 204 rn, I don’t post content so whatchu expect (shoutout to all those pornbots following me).

(10) Zodiac Sign. Sagittarius

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour? Bluey-green

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily? I have some vitamin c chew things, but they kinda make me gag.

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower? If people aren’t home, or I can close all doors to ensure they can’t hear me.

(14) What Books Are You Reading? I can’t read.

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14. I don’t have any books other than my yearbooks in my room.

(16) Favourite Anime? I’ve only seen one, so it’d have to be Cory in the House.

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of? My dogs? I don’t really cry unless I’m thinking about stuff late at night so.

(18) Do You Collect Anything? I really like figures like of any kind so like I’m one of the only people I feel that likes Funko Pop.

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch? Nothing, I woke up at like 12pm and I can’t cook well.

(20) Do You Dance In The Car? Not really, I sing though (I can’t drive so its only with other people).

(21) Favourite Animal? I literally would love to meet any animal ever, but I’ve always had a special place for dogs and elephants.

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics? Whom?

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed? 2 am is the max I really do anymore, usually around midnight.

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now? Full face obviously (jk).

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean? I don’t swim, but probably ocean since there’s some good sea boys up in there.

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog? You’re all my friends and babies, but Otterlycrete since I tagged her ;) (how can you pick favorites though)

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water? Bottled unless I can have it from a filter.

(28) What Makes You Happy? Animals, family, friends, memes, graphic design (its my passion).

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now. Too lazy.

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music? With, otherwise I space out and don’t do anything.

(31) Dogs Or Cats? All animals are good, but I really love doggos.

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be? Black. It’s dependable and adds structure to pictures.

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox. No. I really only use my computer.

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean? This feels very similar to the other question, but lake or ocean to see swimmy animal bois.

(35) Do You Believe In Magic? Yes, as well as life after love.

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing? Black

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue? Yeah

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It? Hnnnng, spend.

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You? Mmyes, the merch of Katheryn Elizabeth Hudson.

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now? I only really get obsessed over music and albums, right now I’ve been listening to things like “The Fame” (as a good throwback), “Rainbow”, and “Poppy.Computer”.

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly? Yes.

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People? Depends on the person, I definitely second guess things if someone says something but I’m usually strong in my decisions.

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams? I had a dream about being in kindergarten and playing with penguins and an elephant last night.

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes? I don’t like the idea of them, but I’m fine with being on them.

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry. Hidden Figures or Selena, both are ones I watched/rewatched recently.

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds? Peanuts

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be? Lana Del Rey, Marina and the Diamonds, Poppy, Katy Perry (again), pretty much anyone except T*ylor Sw*ft.

(48) Are You A Picky Eater? I don’t eat meat so yes I suppose.

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper? Kind of, things wake me up but I usually don’t care enough to stay awake.

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning? Love storms

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write? Depends on what I’m reading, I like the idea of writing but not actually doing it because it makes me feel self conscious.

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud? Yeah, as long as I’m not bothering people.

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents? Probably carve pumpkins because I suck at wrapping stuff.

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up? Body Electric by Lana Del Rey (issa bop)

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather) Winter (the best season).

(56)What Are You Craving Right Now? Nothing? Maybe the tofu from this one place (it's amazing), but idk.

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed. Too Lazy (again).

(58) What Is Your Gender? I’m boy

(59) Coffee Or Tea? Both, those are my two favorite drinks how dare you pit them against each other.

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About? Yes. I gotta make some posters for a digital design class, but will I? No.

(61) What Is Your Sexuality? I’m not really into anyone in a very sexual way, I’d say I’m asexual. I’d rather be in a relationship with a guy though.

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning? No, its easier to get back into once I’ve decided I don’t want to face the realities of the modern world if I don’t make it.

(63) Favourite Pokemon? Arcanine? Charizard? Sceptile? Gardevoir? I love a LOT of them.

(64) Favourite Social Media? Twitter cause its like I’m friends with celebrities ;)

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories? I don’t use Instagram

(66) Do You Get Homesick? If I’m away for a little sure, I’m living at home before I go off to school so.

(67) Are You A Virgin? If you’re asking if I have a virgen de guadalupe candle, then yes.

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now? Some random stuff, it smells dank though.

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free? I’d go sleep in a car rn, idk why but I actually really don’t mind it. Maybe it's the cold or something.

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life? Yep.

(71)  Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters? Coco, it looks great :)

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex? WHOMST’VE?

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now? “Pushing my ex husband off of his own balcony has been the highlight of my day.” - Joanne the Scammer

(74)  What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest? Not really that they’re sexy but I like blue eyes, brown eyes, idk they’re all nice.

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set? I could take it or leave it both now and then.

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate? Soup and salad.

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone? Only Magikarp Jump and ACPC.

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not? Who would just watch and let someone die…. What kind of question is this.

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight? Of course, I’m a hooligan.

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network? Not really, maybe a person I thought was familiar and wanted to verify.

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People? Not really, unless its someone I’ve heard of beforehand.

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them. No, they give me anxiety (what if I lose them).

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed? 100% always closed, I’m not trying to have someone watch me while I sleep.

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today? Classwork, listened to music, played video games (lazy day).

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed? T-shirt and shorts (I can’t wear long pants and I’d never sleep without some type of clothing).

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now. I’m ugly, what are those.

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person? Night, its way more calm.

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc. Oh honey…. To many to name (my favorites are Overwatch, WoW, Smite, BattleRite, etc).

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened. I once dreamed I was in an 8-bit arcade game a few years ago, nothing topped that one.

(90) Favourite Soda Drink? Dr. Pepper?

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite? I don’t understand this, but like animals and music I guess.

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More? Sweats, jeans remind me too much of where I live.

(93) How Do You Look Right Now? A mess, sis.

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You. Family (sometimes, friends (sometimes), animals, games, music, rain, snow, nighttime.

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want? A lyric/quote from the song “Spaceship” by Kesha. “Nothing is real, love is everything, and I know nothing.” or some variation of that.

(96) Favourite YouTuber? EthosLab, Xisumavoid (even though I don’t really care about playing minecraft), I also really like Jaymes Mansfield.

If any of you wanna do this, feel free :)

[edmontontouris]

After working my summer away doing cool things. I took a much needed mental and physical break to do more cool things. This time of year I like to visit the west coast but I was there in the spring and honestly, I don’t have the vacation time or money to spend. I took my daughter to Disneyland for her 21st birthday this year. My children can convince me of anything but don’t tell them that. I am putty in their hands and they will always come first. Even now that they are adults, they are the most important thing to me. So, vacation dollars were wasted spent on her. That leaves me with enough spending cash to enjoy a staycation with a few little side trips. Honestly, Edmonton is just as interesting as hundreds of other cities I have visited, the only thing missing for me is the ocean. I still seek out water, it just doesn’t sound the same as my beloved Pacific Ocean.

Day 3 of my staycation took me to Thunder Island Provincial Park. It is about a 100-minute drive northwest of Edmonton. This is another one of those places in Alberta that I had never been to. It amazes me that I have walked on Vimy Ridge, gazed up at the Sistine Chaple, explored the Seven Apostles and the Great Ocean Road, felt the spray of Niagra Falls, kayaked with orcas, hiked a rain forest, looked at a shrunken head and gazed upon the Book of Kells and stood at the top of the Cliffs of Insanity but I have not explored much of my home province. I am not sure what inspired me to explore Alberta Parks, but here we are.

I am having a hard time being alone with myself lately so I invited the hubs and my Chatterbox to join Captain and me on this day-trip north. I packed a lunch that included the hub’s favourite road trip cookie – the Fudgeo. The lunch is the classic hobo lunch my daughter(s) prefer while on a trip. It is an assortment of good cheese, Italian meats, crusty bread, balsamic and olive oil, veggie sticks and fruit. We threw in extra spicy Cheetos for funsies. I tossed in the trusted Bearclaw quilt that goes to all beaches with me and the 25-foot tether for Cap. There was a bear warning at this park – one was in the area so Cap needed to be close by…just in case.

We arrived at about 10:30-ish and headed straight for the day-use area. We had the vast parking lot to ourselves. We jumped out of the car at took in the view. This place was gorgeous. The leaves were beginning to turn and the air was crisp. Fall is definitely here.

We walked along the beach for a bit and I imagine this place will be packed over the weekend.  For now, I was just enjoying the silence. Its something I had not experienced in a while. I thought it was quiet at Pigeon Lake but this was the kind of quiet that made you think you were the only person left on the planet. There were no car or boat sounds. No other human voices. Only the occasional bird. Even the trees were quiet, my daughter quipped, “they must be mad at each other”.

We walked along the shore towards the pier, a small but reminiscent pier of my grandpa’s cabin at Isle Lake near Athabasca. It was solid but small and was yearning for a boat so we could go for a ride or head out to fish.

As usual, my fraidy-cat dog walked on it and scared himself thinking he might get wet. He quickly scampered off so we decided to get on one of the trails to see what we could see.

There was a look-out indicated on the map, so we planned to look for it. But the map wasn’t very useful. Eventually, we figured it out. First, we travelled along the shore.

The water was smooth like glass. We saw beaver evidence and counted the loons on the lake – or ducks. They were so far out of my vision range, I couldn’t tell which they were. We watched a few bees gather pollen from the flowers. Thrive little bees, the world needs you!

As we continued on our exploration, I pointed out asters and goldenrod, rosehips and dogwood, always reminding everyone they wouldn’t get scurvy being shipwrecked with me! Keeping Cap alive will also be important once we are shipwrecked because that boy is a hunter. He flushed out a grouse who flew into the tree to watch us. Cap was having a great time and I think he would have caught the bird had we let him go. With the bird in the tree, Cap was at the base just teasing it and laughing the whole time.

We stood watching each other for a few minutes until the grouse had enough and flew off. Cap pulled Chatterbox into the brush but she slowed him down and we got him back on course.

We backtracked to the trailhead for the lookout which went straight up. You could tell we were out of the prairies and headed into the boreal region. More hills and forest than meadows and fields.

When we reached the top, we discovered the ‘Lookout” was grown over and all you could see was choke cherries and hazelnut bushes.

So much for seeing the lake from up high.

We walked along the road towards the beach to have our Hobo Lunch.

Picnics are the best.

The drive home was quiet, mostly because I slept all the way. I think I am still recovering from my weekend at Pigeon Lake. Thunder Lake Provincial Park is gorgeous and I highly recommend packing up a picnic or your tent and go spend some time exploring this gem.

Edmonton Tourist: Thunder Lake Provincial Park After working my summer away doing cool things. I took a much needed mental and physical break to do more cool things.

[petthewolf]

1-96

Okay, here are my answers 

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed? Closed, only psychopaths sleep with the door open 

(2) Do You Have Freckles?  A few on my shoulders

(3) Can You Whistle? Exceedingly well

(4) Last Song You Listened To. Probably something by AJR

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour? Green, hands down

(6) Relationship Status. Single my dudes

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now? 36f

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky? Surprisingly, no

(9) How Many Followers? 65

(10) Zodiac Sign. Aries

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour? Brown/green

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily? Nope

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower? All the damn time

(14) What Books Are You Reading? 

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

(16) Favourite Anime? Don’t watch it anymore. Last one was The Magus Bride

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of? Ex boyfriend 

(18) Do You Collect Anything? Unnecessary feelings count?

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch? Mac and cheese with broccoli and cauliflower 

(20) Do You Dance In The Car? Sometimes. Mostly when I’m not driving

(21) Favourite Animal? Wolf

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics? Not really. Sometimes I’ll tune into the figure skating

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed? Depends. Sometimes 2 am, sometimes never

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now? Just a bit of eyeliner

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean? Both have their pros. Pools when I don’t want to get stung or bit by a sea creature, ocean for when I want relaxing waves

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog? Don’t really pay that much attention. The default goes to @tiicktockwitch

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water? Tap, bottled tastes funny to me

(28) What Makes You Happy? Spending time with animals

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now. 

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music? Without. When music is playing I tend to pay more attention to it

(31) Dogs Or Cats? Why not both? (dogs)

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be? The dark green one

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox. Don’t play either. I’m a pc gamer

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean? If the lake is clear I’d take it.

(35) Do You Believe In Magic? Yes

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing? Green

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue? Many different ways

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It? I try to save, but then end up spending

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You? Yes

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now? Not really

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly? Yep, multiple times

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People? No. If I don’t want to do something there isn’t a lot that can make me do it

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams? All the damn time

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes? Only been once (twice?) It wasn’t terrible

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry. The Perks of Being a Wallfower. And not in a good way

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds? Either or, i’m not picky

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be? Panic! at the Disco. It was supposed to be my first concert but it got rained out

(48) Are You A Picky Eater? Not in the slightest

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper? Sometimes

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning? It’s a phobia of mine and I hate it. I actually think thunderstorms are really cool

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write? Read more so than write. I haven’t had the motivation to write in a long time

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud? Hell yeah!!

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents? Both leave me bleeding, so I don’t really care

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up? Ipod isn’t charged. Probably something by Panic!

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather) It’s supposed to be spring, but it still feels like winter

(56)What Are You Craving Right Now? TacoBell

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed. Nah, that would require using moblie and I don’t want to download it again

(58) What Is Your Gender? Female

(59) Coffee Or Tea? Coffee

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About? No, I was done with school 5 years ago

(61) What Is Your Sexuality? Pansexual 

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning? Not really

(63) Favourite Pokemon? Arkinine

(64) Favourite Social Media? Facebook or Tumblr 

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories? What’s that? (I have never used instagram)

(66) Do You Get Homesick? In short bursts

(67) Are You A Virgin? Haven’t been for a long time

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now? Dove Garnier

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free? Sleep in my car

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life? Yep

(71)  Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters? Captain Marvel

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex? No

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now?

(74) What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest? Any eye color is sexy on the right person

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set? Yeah, swinging was one of my favorite things on the playground

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate? Chips

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone? Only two

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not? 

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight? Not unless I’m playing a game, and even then I’ll get up for a few minutes at a time to stretch or pee

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network? Not really, I check in people every now and then, but I don’t need to know everything

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People? If it’s my choice to meet them, sure

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them. No jewelry for this gal

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed? Answered above

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today? Went to Micheal’s, saw my grandma, and read.

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed? Birthday suit most of the time. Or over sized shirts

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now. That should be a different list. I have so much of that shit.

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person? Night

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc. Pokemon go, Solitaire, Viscera, Diablo, Ark, and Skyrim

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.

(90) Favourite Soda Drink? Dr. Pepper

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite? Deep bassy tones. The more I can feel it in my chest, the better 

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More? It’s a equal mix of both

(93) How Do You Look Right Now? Loose top, loose gym shorts, and smudged eyeliner

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You. The scent of vanilla

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want? All of them. One of my next ones will be a wolf howling in the moon

(96) Favourite YouTuber? Jenna Marbels 

[winter-is-ending]

Elemental questions: Leaf, flower, grass, soil, mountain, vines, forest, tide, beach, coral, seashell, seaweed, ocean, rain, thunderstorm, dew, clouds, breeze, smoke, mist, sky, stars, flight, bird, balloon, eclipse, lava, lightning, and energy.

Okay so I had to hunt this post down because it was from a while ago. 

Leaf: What’s your favourite season?

Fall

Flower: What’s the prettiest thing you own?

It would have to be one of my clothes. I just bought a romper from Francesca’s that’s actually a maxi romper. It’s a romper with a half skirt. It’s periwinkle blue with white and pink stripes, off the shoulder, and reminds me of Esmeralda a bit. I’m wearing it when I go to New Orleans in a week so I’ll be doing a blog post on it and New Orleans for my fashion blog so I’ll have pictures of it eventually.

Grass: Do you prefer to be outside or inside?

Both, but I think outside because of how nature looks in certain areas. 

Soil: Have you ever planted something?

When I was little my mom bought me some packets of flower seeds that I wanted. I planted them and they grew...but they never blossomed. They just looked like weeds. I’m not sure where I went wrong.

Mountain: What’s the furthest you’ve ever travelled?

To Wisconsin to see family. It was a 13 hour drive.

Vines: What’s your aesthetic?

I honestly could not tell you. I have multiple I guess. I couldn’t tell you, I’ve never truly understood aesthetics at least for me. I love looking at them on tumblr, but I can’t begin to tell you mine or even know what mine is. If anyone wants to help me figure it out go for it because I’m clueless.

Forest: Where are you most calm?

My room when I’m not stressing over school. The beach and with friends just laughing together.

Tide: Can you swim/do you like to swim?

I love it!

Beach:  If you could be one place right now, where would you be?

New Orleans because I’ve never been and I’m going for a friend’s wedding in a week. But mostly the beach. I’ve always loved the water and the beach. It’s gorgeous.

Coral: Do you believe in mermaids?

No, but they are my favorite mythical creature. I have a mermaid blanket, a mermaid wine glass, I’m on the hunt for a cute mermaid baseball cap that my friend had shown me on Snapchat once. I love mermaids.

Seashell: What’s a sound that soothes you?

Rain, ocean waves, soft wind, birds chirping.

Seaweed: Favourite sea creature?

Does mermaid count? (Dolphins)

Ocean: Have you ever been sailing?

Kind of. My uncle bought a small sail boat and we went sailing on a lake for a little bit, not technically sailing really.

Rain: What do you do when it rains?

Make tea, watch a movie, write, read.

Thunderstorm: Do you like to be outside in the rain?

I guess it depends how I feel, but lately I really don’t ever go out when it rains unless I need to get to class or run errands

Dew: What’s your favourite drink?

Tea, hot or cold.

Clouds: When was the last time you were on a plane?

When I was two. I don’t remember it at all, except running up and down the aisle whenever I switched seats with my twin so we could each sit with our mom and dad at different points. I’m pretty sure that’s a memory...or a random dream from when I was little. But yes, I haven’t been on a plane since I was two. I’d be honest to say that if I went on one now I might be a bit nervous.

Breeze: What’s your favourite dessert food?

Cake, ice cream, cheesecake.

Smoke: Who’s your favourite artist?

Are we talking art artist or musical artist? Because I really don’t have a favorite artist, but musical artist I love Pentatonix, Lindsey Stirling, Ed Sheeran, and Imagine Dragons.

Mist: Do you like fairytales?

Of course! I have a copy of Hans Christian Anderson stories and Brothers Grimm. Granted I haven’t read them all, but I love them.

Sky: Do you like to wear dresses?

Yes.

Stars: What’s one wish you have?

I have a few honestly because these are the only ones that I wish for a lot of the time. 1. To have a popular fashion blog and become a blogger like so many of the women I follow. 2. To find a job that’s right for me and that I enjoy. 3. This one is a little sappy, but to find a guy who likes me for me and won’t judge me for anything I like.

Flight: What are you most excited for right now?

I’ve been saying this a lot lately especially in this post, but New Orleans. Like I said, I’m going to a friend’s wedding in about a week and my roommates and I are going and I’m excited to go. 1. because I’ve never been and 2. because it’s one final fun thing to do with my roommates before I move out.

Another thing is the new story that @puffandproud and I are working on. It’s a Kili/OC story for The Hobbit. We’ve been writing non-stop for nearly a week now. 

I’m also excited because I finally figured out what to do for a few things in my Marvel series as well thanks to a couple friends on here who helped me out. @step-into-my-office @puffandproud and @be-a-super-human All amazing people and blogs go follow them.

Bird: If you could fly, where would you fly to?

Hawaii, Italy, England. Anywhere really. I want to see the world.

Balloon: What’s your favourite carnival ride?

Tea cups and Ferris wheel

Eclipse: 

I didn’t see Eclipse on the list of questions.

Lava: Do you like to do reckless things?

Not really. I mean I’m open to try new things, but if it means I could get hurt/too dangerous I wouldn’t do it. Not unless I knew for sure nothing bad would happen.

Lightning: Are you afraid of storms?

I don’t like thunder out of anything to do with storms. I hate the sound.

Energy: Pick one word to describe your life

Happy

[ciebei]

Peach Plum Pear

Ichiruki. AU. Not!Angst.

Joanna Newsom | Peach Plum Pear

For @blooming-stars​: ‘rukia as a sassy bartender that ichigo has a crush on ; )’!

This is loosely based on the idea that they would find each other in any universe and both just know that they were meant to be. (So, soulmates, I guess...) Enjoy! Thank you for your patience! 1286 words.

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Work is good.

Work is that kind of monotonous printing-press process, right now, and it’s good. It’s good, isn’t it? It’s getting him money. It keeps him busy - keeps him up at 6 AM every morning and until 12 at night - and really, that’s all he could ask for.

Other things? Less good.

The feeling that his one-person apartment was a two in a past life, and that the cupboard in his bedroom used to be full of dresses and sunhats and some colour, and maybe something artsy - not like his monotone business suits and dress pants (and that one old t-shirt from his childhood that reads nice mood, or something).

Work is good for the next few months.

Then, even work begins to feel misplaced. As if for all the daily routines he does he’s still missing 5 hours of something that should have been there next to him to begin with. And, yeah, Kurosaki Ichigo has never been a man of fate (or faith, for that matter). But he did grow up seeing ghosts at 3 AM cowering underneath his bed covers so, yeah, he thinks that he can handle a little bit of...

Déjà vu, he could call it. Yet he has a feeling it’s a little more unavoidable.

(Maybe, a little more catastrophic).

.

Déjà vu is still the only explanation he has for why he finds comfort in the wooden beams of a bar a few blocks from his workplace.

It’s on one of those days where the rain mixes with the scent of asphalt to create a heady, warding concussion, one of those days where he feels the burden of something inexplicable. (One of those days is becoming most of those days, but he doesn’t want to title the unexplained just yet).

      He breathes.

There is a tingle of embers under his skin as he walks through the doors, so he thinks that, maybe, the downpour has drenched his nerves, too.

(Or rather, until he catches sight of a 4”8 figure of regal lethality, he realises that he has previously had few embers to compare it to).

She starts a wildfire.

      He sighs.

.

Next week, he stays behind for far too long, something in the way she moves a foreign attraction to him. He likes to watch her milky skin contrast against the rustic tones of the wooden bar, and the liquor, and wonder about how a girl so damn entrancing ended up in a town like this.

He supposes, if he keeps stuck to his stool with just anticipation in his gut as company, and tight, fast words, he’ll always be left wondering.

Over a drink, and spluttered words, he manages to ask her for her name. (It’s Rukia).

Rukia is the name he speaks the most for the whole week in between his next visit.

He doesn’t tell her, but it fits over his tongue too comfortably to be chance. Her name brings the taste of lighting, and rain, and snow all at once - a chaotic livewire of storm.

Each weight of contact brings a slow clap of thunder.

      And she has the most extravagant eyes he has ever seen.

.

One night he wakes and feels a yearning for a body to fill the cool space of his mattress. At first, it’s the kind of feeling to brush over his temples. The kind to make his fingers itch for contact. But as he rolls over, and tries to focus back to white noise, his chest caves in with a heavy punch of nostalgia that keeps him up until a lonely dawn.

He visits the bar twice that week.

.

Rukia is stupid. She’s smart. She drives him up the wall.

Last week, they had argued about rabbits and ‘good art’ and the existence of the supernatural (he thinks ghost hunters are idiots, and no, he doesn’t see the irony in saying that).

He thinks he loves her.

.

“So.”

      “What’s your deal?”

Rukia leers over from her perch - two crates - and plucks a glass up from right beside his hand. For a fleeting moment, their skin meets.

      “My deal?”

“Uh-huh.”

(Rukia’s hair is the same colour as a cloudless midnight, and she doesn’t like summer as much as she enjoys winter, or snow. Cucumber rolls are her favourite. One day, she wants to visit Antarctica and watch the snow rabbits leap over icy ground. Ichigo hates the cold. He hates rabbits, too, and he’s always preferred chocolate over vegetables).

“Just work. It’s draining me.”

    She has a way of putting more punctuation into her presence than he has in his entire life; the next lift of her brow proves it as she drawls,

“I mean with me, you fool.“ A pause; stark purple raking up towards his face before continuing, “You really think I’ve been oblivious to your pining? It’s cute.”

      Her next breath leaves him grinning,

“Oh, and the fact that, every week, you stare at the bottles of vodka - and my ass - and then just order a glass of orange juice.”

He leans back, and raises his head to meet her gaze.

      “What can I say? There’s great customer service.”

“Right.” She says, and leans over the counter with a look that sees through to his core, “So, do you like me?”

.

He doesn’t have an answer for her until next week.

Because next week, he is wrenched awake in the middle of the night by some sickening realisation, some kind of gut-wrenching fear, and the simple thought that he doesn’t. He doesn’t like her. Not at all. He needs her. He’s missed her before he’s even known her existence. And god, by some miracle, he’s found her again for their thousandth passing.

“No.”

    He says, too loudly, bursting through the doors with odd socks and unlaced trainers and his old shirt and plaid pajama bottoms. Rukia grins, that sneaking kind of mischief slipping into her as she waves, and laughs, “Ichigo. You look stupid.”

“I know,” and he grins, and has to pause to catch his breath. When he looks again, his heart is flitting against his ribs.

“Rukia.”

      “Ichigo.”

“I don’t.”  

    She doesn’t question what he’s referring to, and instead turns a soft hand onto his, skin porcelain under the bar’s bright lighting.

“Carry on.”

      “I don’t. Okay? So, give me your number.”

“Interesting tactics.” She says softly, “Usually, I’d ask to go out for a drink.”

      “I’d say,” he pauses to take her in, “I know a pretty good place.”

“Oh?”

    “Yeah. There’s this girl. She’s the bartender there. And she studies dance at this academy down-town. She’s short, and fierce, and everything I’ve ever been missing in life, and I know she doesn’t know this so I know that it’s going to sound ridiculous but I think that I’ve known her since we were god knows what- stars-”

“Ichigo.” She says, softly, “I think I know the place.”

For a minute, and then two, and then a lifetime, he and she take the same breaths, and their worlds shrink down to just their heat in the air, and their faces, and their nuances - how Rukia’s hair settles around the curves of her face and the hitch of her cupid’s bow - how Ichigo’s hair is messy and bedridden even when he hasn’t slept; how freckles misplace themselves along his cheeks. Ichigo realises, then, that the look she gives him is one so unfathomably deep (oceans, and mountains), that he can’t be alone in the frantic yearning of his soul.

      “Good.” He breathes, “Great.”

And Rukia says: “Give me a minute. I’ll lock up.”

For once, he leaves the bar that night with more company than just an overhanging sense of familiarity.

      And, things are good.

[btshodown]

Survey Tag Game

Survey Tag Game

Tagged by @livelyjaded although really its btshodown, but its the other butt cheek of this blog.

Rules: Complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. When you are finished tag some people to do this survey. Have fun and enjoy!!!

1: Are you named after someone? Yes, after the Mexican version of the Virgin Mary.

2: When is the last time you cried? Sunday afternoon, I was driving home from work with my dad and we were laughing so hard over a stupid thing I said and did that I cried.

3: Do you like your handwriting? The hieroglyphics that will take archeologist years to decipher only to realize it was a stupid butt joke? Sure, I guess.

4: What is your favorite lunch meat? Is pastrami considered a lunch meat?

5: Do you have kids? Do fictional OC’s count?

6: If you were another person, would you be friends with you? Hahahahahah. No.

7: Do you use sarcasm? I am brutally honest, if people want to take that as sarcasm then that sounds like a “them” problem.

8: Do you still have your tonsils? Considering I’ve never had a single surgery performed on me, yes, I believe I do still have my tonsils.

9: Would you bungee jump? Sure, so long as the rope is longer than the distance between the jumping point and the ground.

10: What is your favourite kind of cereal? Plain Special K, but only cause I put a teaspoon of sugar on it, thus making it unhealthy.

11: Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Unfortunately, yes, because I like to wear Converse and they’re a bit of a bitch to take off without untying them.

12: Do you think you’re a strong person? Physically, no. Mentally, also no.

13: What is your favorite ice cream flavour? Vanilla, especially when it’s part of a tea float with a small helping of Chado sweet cream.

14: What is the first thing you notice about people? The way they carry themselves.

15: Red or pink? Red.

16: What is the least favourite physical thing you like about yourself? Welp, it starts with B and ends with Ody.

17: What colour pants and shoes are you wearing now? Umm… They’re black jeans… but like have a bit of a blue tint to them… so they’re either black or a really dark navy blue.

18: What was the last thing you ate? Quaker’s peaches and cream (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) oatmeal.

19: What are you listening to right now? Hotel California by the Eagles, I’m currently at work listening to Pandora on my phone on the Queen station.

20: If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? White, because it’s useless and you pretty much forget it and sometimes question why it’s there.

21: Favorite smell? The smell of dirt when it first starts to rain after it hasn’t rained in a long time, the smell of real leather, and Yves Saint Laurent L’Homme.

 22: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Seeing as I’m at work, with someone that wanted to talk to one of my bosses. On my personal phone, my dad, yesterday evening wanting to know where I was because they need me to look after my niece due to them needing to be somewhere.

23: Favorite sport to watch? I can’t watch any sport, I get WAY into it and things get broken whether my team wins or loses… but the one that I mainly care about is fútbol.

24: Hair colour? Black-brown with light brown highlights.

25: Eye colour? Dark brown, that sometimes do get a hint of maroon in there.

26: Do you wear contacts? I can, but I prefer my glasses as I feel they distract people from seeing my hideous face.

27: Favourite food to eat? Hot cheetoh’s?

28: Scary movies or comedy? Scary movies, Admi LD doesn’t generally enjoy them, but I do. Nothing gets your blood pumping as much as being reminded that some invisible force could drag your ass down the stair and possess you.

29: Last movie you watched? The Forest.

30: What color of shirt are you wearing? Maroon with Blessed print in gold across my chest. 

31: Summer or winter?  Winter, even though with my weak immune system, I spend it inside looking out the window wondering of the life that could have been.

32: Hugs or kisses? Neither. Nope.

33: What book are you currently reading? This will be a re-read for like… the 5th time, Endless Knight volume 2 of the Arcana Chronicles by Kresley Cole. I recommend the series, although I’m still waiting on that last book that she promised for this coming spring.

34: Who do you miss right now? Sigh… *looks off into the distance* Admin LD, I haven’t seen her since Saturday, but I must remain strong. Our lurv will prevail~

35: What is on your mouse pad? My work mouse pad is black and had Toyota Genuine Parts in red, my personal one, don’t have one because I had a laptop.

36: What is the last TV program you watched? Welp, since I tend to just sleep after I get home from work, I don’t watch a lot of TV. The last program… The Walking Dead season finale.

37: What is the best sound? My top 3 favorite sounds are BTS being healthy and happy, the sound of rain and thunder, finally, Admin LD when she’s laughing and being happy to be herself.

38: Rolling Stones or The Beatles? I don’t really like or dislike either, so I’m gonna copy Admin LD here and say that I prefer Queen.

39: What is the furthest you have ever traveled? From California to León, Gtó, México.

40: Do you have a special talent? Being able to lay in bed all day and not feel guilty. I can read music sheets. I can bullshit my way through almost anything. :’)

41: Where were you born? León, Gtó, México.

Tagging:  @darkmoonmary @fwck-off @justanotherkpop-fan @reggie-got-it @cupidscasualties

Useless stuff the internet and you all have now of me. :D

[scars-ink-and-leather-blog]

REALLY  LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY.       RULES. repost ,   don’t  reblog !    tag 10 !  good  luck !       TAGGED.   @cupido-periculosa

BASICS.  FULL  NAME :  Ayla Belle Sinclaire  NICKNAME :   Little bird, kizim (Ishak), La-La (niece and nephew)  AGE :  20  BIRTHDAY :  April 16, 1996  ETHNIC  GROUP :   Black/Creole/Turkish  NATIONALITY :  American  LANGUAGE / S :  English, New Orleans dialect of Creole, Haitian Creole, Turkish, French, and some Spanish  SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  Pansexual  ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  Panromatic  RELATIONSHIP  STATUS : Single in general  CLASS :  Middle Class  HOME  TOWN / AREA :   New Orleans, LA  CURRENT  HOME :   Restored home in the Garden District (family home), separate small flat in the 9th ward  PROFESSION :   Florist/ Dancer

PHYSICAL.  HAIR :  Dark brown, nearly black, lightened at the ends by the sun, kinky curly, thick   EYES :  Amber  NOSE :   Soft, rounded, slightly upturned   FACE :   Delicate and soft, with high cheekbones. Heart shaped with a slightly angular jaw. Freckles across her nose and the high points of her face  LIPS :   Full, pink, slightly upturned in a grin at all time  COMPLEXION :   A medium darker tone, slightly golden with a tan, freckles on her shoulders and chest  BLEMISHES :   Often has a few bruises from work and just in general klutziness  SCARS :  A few here and there from surgeries. Nothing so stark or severe they would be noticed at first glance  TATTOOS :  Quite a few. Mostly floral in theme. A white ink piece of various flowers woven together on the inside of her right arm. A large piece in bright pink on her left shoulder of azaleas. A garter tattoo of soft blue roses backed by white lace and pastel green leaves around her left thigh. A single gladiolus blossom on her ribs, near her chest, in a soft white   HEIGHT : 4′11  WEIGHT : 115 pounds.  BUILD :   Curvy, but toned from dancing and being active. Still soft, overall  FEATURES :  Overly expressive eyes. Even if she manages to keep her expression from giving everything away- her eyes betray her every thought. Always smiling.   ALLERGIES : None USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :   wild and untamed, often with flowers braided into it. She will play with it often, braiding it or pulling it back in varying degrees  USUAL  FACE  LOOK :  Friendly, soft, kind and open  USUAL  CLOTHING :   Flower child, fairy look. Often wearing billowy clothing and faded jeans. Gypsy skirts and mid drift tops. Often in bright or pastel colors

PSYCHOLOGY.  FEAR / S : Loss, loneliness, thunder  ASPIRATION / S :   To join a dance company. But she really is content with her life. Overall, she just wants to be happy  POSITIVE  TRAITS :   Kind and understanding, she easily makes friends. Is quick to love and care for others. Sympathetic to all- her family jokes she’d find sympathy for the devil. Loyal to those she care for and unconditional in her love. Optimistic even in the darkest of times. Innocent despite the world.  NEGATIVE  TRAITS : Overly trusting and too forgiving. Often neglects her own emotions and wants. Bottles up any negative emotion until she explodes. Manic in her focuses, often neglecting others and herself if she falls into her “thrall”. Unable to keep her mouth shut when she is upset, often saying things she should not  MBTI :ENFP Extraverted 59%   -   41% Introverted Intuitive 28%   -   72% Observant Thinking 31%   -  69% Feeling (x)  ZODIAC :   Aries  TEMPERAMENT :  Sanguine    SOUL  TYPE / S :   Caregiver/ Spiritualist  ANIMALS :   Rabbit- gentle, cute, faithful, passionate, impatient   VICE  HABIT / S :   Uncertain, prone to overworking and neglecting her own needs  FAITH :  Definitely believes in spirits and a spiritual realm but it is difficult for her to define her belief as one thing  GHOSTS ? :  Yes  AFTERLIFE ? :   Yes  REINCARNATION ? :  Yes  ALIENS ? : Yes  POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :   Independent  ECONOMIC  PREFERENCE :  Relatively uncaring  SOCIOPOLITICAL  POSITION :  She doesn’t know what to even say to this if that gives you an answer   EDUCATION  LEVEL :   She has some college under her belt but ultimately, her passions lead her. She has little want to get a degree. 

FAMILY.  FATHER :   (biological) Kamil Demir- sperm donor, never met  MOTHER :  Tiana Sinclaire  SIBLINGS :   (known) Theo Demir, Maria De La Cruz, Caspian De La Cruz- Half Siblings through her father. Evangeline Sinclaire, Ishak Sinclaire, and Jean-Luc Sinclaire (twin)  EXTENDED  FAMILY :  Two nieces and a nephew, Grandma and Grandpa (both deceased)  NAME  MEANING / S : Ayla means “halo of light around the moon”. Sinclaire is taken from a surname meaning “pure, illustrious,  renowned”.  HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? :   Current incarnation of an oracle type being known as “The Scribe”. Historically used by immortals to know the future, overall she’s uncertain of the connection. She just knows everything. Past, present, future- at least to some extent. 

FAVOURITES.  BOOK :   A large collection of mythology   MOVIE :  Her heart says “Princess Bride”, her mind says “Labyrinth”  5  SONGS :   Alessa Cara- Wild Things, The Beatles- Blackbird, Dream a little Dream of me- Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong,  Childish Gambino- Not Going Back, Walk the Moon- Shut up and Dance  DEITY :    Complicated  HOLIDAY :   Christmas  MONTH :   May SEASON :   Spring  PLACE :   Her gardens, the beach, the pond by her grandpa’s plantation home WEATHER :   Sun Showers SOUND :  The wind through the branches of a weeping willow, laughter of those she cares for, birds singing, the soft playing of old jazz.  SCENT / S :   sunlight and fresh rain, the first blossoms of wild flowers, the spicy scent of her mother’s cooking, the comfort of old leather, the hint of the ocean and the damp of the bayou  TASTE / S :   fresh fruits, teas of all kinds, spicy food  FEEL / S :   Fingertips idly tracing over her skin, having her hair played with, grass against her bare feet, the sun on her skin  ANIMAL / S :   Dogs, cats, birds  NUMBER :   Nope  COLOUR :  Lilac

EXTRA.  TALENTS :  Dancing, cooking and baking, flower arrangement, can carry quite the tune, and sewing BAD  AT :   sports, driving (god never let her drive)  TURN  ONS :  nothing quite defined but lovemaking is what she would be more prone to. perhaps some control taken from her- in more of a pampering way.   TURN  OFFS :    Bloody play, harm, bondage   HOBBIES :   reading, gardening, collecting a small stash of books  AESTHETIC  TAGS :  sweet summer child  GPOY  QUOTES :  “She’s known sadness, and it has made her kind.”  

FC INFO.  MAIN  FC / S : Ashley Moore.  ALT  FC / S :   I guess Aaleeyah Petty, but that is more for body type  OLDER  FC / S :   N/A    YOUNGER  FC / S :   N/A   VOICE  CLAIM / S :  Ciara Renee, not perfect but it is hard to find someone with the accent Ayla has  

MUN QUESTIONS.    Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?        

  A1 :  I think if it would be anything from Ayla, it would just be her view on the event’s of @fangs-and-lace ‘s story. Get more of her emotions and thoughts. As for film and such, I have no idea    Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?          

A2 : Love scores from movies, old jazz, and upbeat pop       Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?          

A3 : I wish I could say that I just created her because I loved the thought of her, but I didn’t. An old rp partner had a ship with her mother muse and literally gave me a ton of kids to figure out how to write for. 

     Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?        

A4:   See above. But honestly, something about her just kept calling to me to develop her. And boy, did she go through a lot before we got to this point.       Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.      

 A5 :  I honestly love Ayla. She is such a sweet muse, an honestly caring muse. So much of her is so genuine. My only issue is getting in her headspace. She is someone who knows the future but does little to focus on it. She has been hurt just by the circumstances of her life, but still remains kind. It is so hard to slip into her perspective sometimes  Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?          

A6 :   Unconditional love. If we love you, we truly love you. We will be ride or die.  Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?        

A7 :  She loves me, but is concerned about me. I’m not the best to myself and I often ignore my own health issues and such  Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?      

A8 :  Lord... of course, she adores any interactions with @fangs-and-lace. Positively loves @xviperinae, even enjoys talking to @shadowofawolfandman. @cupido-periculosa and @refusedtobow / @md-vampire-hunter are others she is excited to know better. She really does enjoy every interaction she’s had, and honestly loves talking to everyone

 Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?        

A9 : Honestly? I like writing Ayla when I feel down or upset. She truly makes me feel better  Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?        

Q10 : 2 hours, give or take

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Sunday-Wednesday, 3-6 March

Sunday 3 March

Sunday, Heather stayed in the caravan most of the day, but I went back into Develin’s Gully, but continued past my previous night’s turnaround at least another kilometre or two - and returned via a somewhat more circuitous route.

After lunch, I did an even more strenuous walk.  I parked the car near the start of the Shady Gully Walk, but somewhat further away than I imagined because it was unclear where the walk actually started.  The advertised 0.6 km walk ended up being more than twice that distance and I saw very little apart from mosquitoes - ouch, ouch, ouch and more ouches and I have been scratching ever since.  I then did the 2.6 km Casuarina Walk that led straight into the Heathland Walk that took me a couple more kilometres to the Golf Course - but I didn’t realise I had embarked on the second Walk until I saw the sign on the way back.  Not sure exactly, but I suspect my afternoon wanderings added 10-12 km more to my 5 or 6km morning exercise.  I really needed a second drink when I got back to the car!  Really glad that we have a well-stocked and highly efficient car fridge.  Always plenty of icy cold drinks at the ready as long as they don’t actually freeze.

Monday

Sorry to leave lovely Mallacoota, but we needed to head for home and had to take the long way around the bushfires that closed the Princes Highway.  I tried to convince Heather that the best long way was via Darwin and Perth, but she found a shorter long way back.  Damn!

We followed Lakeside Drive (Mallacoota) for its entire length and a kilometre beyond until we ran out of road.  It was quite beautiful right along the lake - a mere 5 metres away.

Then it was the Highway.  We took a detour into Cape Conran where we had lunch and did some birding and Heather looked at plants and insects - and ended up with a tick bite just below her shoulder, fortunately removing it without any apparent damage.  (It subsequently gave her quite a bit of pain and concern for quite a few days.)

Then it was back to the highway as far as Sale, where we again detoured south to avoid the bushfires and road closures and related congestion.  We managed to get turned around in Orbost and getting back onto the highway, I started turning the wrong way before Heather corrected me - and I did a sort of a U-turn (just slightly more than a 90 degree right-hand turn) that partly crossed the double lines and immediately got pulled over by the cops.  This gave us further proof that rigid compliance with stupid road rules is more important to the cops than safety.  He really seemed like a cretan and said I should have continued going the wrong way and then done a full U-turn across the narrow highway - far more dangerous than what I did even if it had proved physically possible.  I’m not saying all cops are morons, but you have to wonder where the sensible one is.

We decided that it would be a stretch to circumvent the fires and still get within easy striking distance of home today so decided on an earlier camp.  We went as far as Yarram and stopped there overnight and will get close to Melbourne with an easy drive tomorrow.

Tuesday

On the way out of Yarram, Heather consulted the pharmacist about her tick bite. The area is quite red and swollen, but the pharmacist indicated that some minor medication should fix it pretty quickly so hopefully all is well.

We detoured south and followed the South Gippsland Highway to keep well clear of the fires.  It is a really lovely drive that we do at least once a year and we called in at Port Welshpool - one of our favourite hideaways in midwinter when nobody is around.  We spent an hour or so out on the pier and looking at and photographing birds before heading on to Meeniyan where we ate our lunch and did some more looking and photographing.

We stuck as close to the coast as possible and had another stop in Inverloch, another historical favourite of ours.  We drove around and found Barry and Liz’s place just for a look and parked across the road while we transferred 50 litres of fuel from our jerrycans into the tank because I prefer not to store any more fuel than necessary in our cage at home.

Sticking to the coast, we drove around Cape Patterson and through Wonthaggi to a little past the turnoff to Phillip Island.  We had intended staying overnight closer to home, but given the fires, we decided to ring to ensure we could get a site in a suitable park.  Good job we did, because after several phone calls, we found that the refugees from the fires had filled all the parks between Phillip Island and home.  Fortunately, some sites were available in San Remo so we turned around and went back there.  It is quite a nice van park and I did a couple more surveys, including one on the foreshore overlooking the tidal flats where I counted almost 450 birds in 26 species - probably my biggest count yet.  While I was enjoying myself looking at birds, Heather was back in the van, stocktaking, cleaning, reorganising and packing up for when we got home.  She said she enjoyed doing it all, but I suspect I enjoyed my excursion more than she did.

Wednesday

Wow!  What a night.  We rocked and rolled all night while the wind and rain lashed our little home-from-home.  The van was parked leeward to the car or it might have been even wilder, but there was thunder and lightning, hail and wild, wild winds all night and next day. It made packing up and heading for home quite a bit more challenging than usual, dodging driving sheets of rain and buffeting gales.  Quite extraordinary and the most dramatic contrast form the rest of our dry and dusty trip.  What a welcome home!

We arrived back at our caravan storage place in Burwood about 1pm and parked the van using our caravan mover for the first time – the Owner’s Manual was very helpful!  It took us a while to unload things we take home from the van into the car so it was a very late lunch at KFC on the way home.

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Lots of effort but here goes:

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed? Legit closed, takes up too much space otherwise (2) Do You Have Freckles? Yes I do, too many (3) Can You Whistle? Nope, and that’s pretty sad (4) Last Song You Listened To.All Time Low - Drugs & Candy(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?Teal (6) Relationship Status.Well I wanna build my own empire and I don’t wanna share so I’m currently single (7) What Is The Temperature Right Now?9 degrees Celsius rn (8) Did You Wake Up Cranky?Nah, I just woke up not knowing what day it was (9) How Many Followers?Ummm not many, like 20 something, idk(10) Zodiac Sign.Pisces (11) What Is Your Eye Colour?Hazel(12) Take A Vitamin Daily? Nope (13) Do You Sing In The Shower? Yessss, shower performer over here (14) What Books Are You Reading?Started reading ‘The One’ by John Marrs, kinda weird but it’s okay (15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14. ‘WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?’ she texted… (16) Favourite Anime?Pokemon? (17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of?Ummm, well I cried because of a spider? But person, my mum(18) Do You Collect Anything?Mugs, my collection is great (19) What Did You Have For Lunch?Tuna sandwich (20) Do You Dance In The Car?Who doesn’t??(21) Favourite Animal?Sloth (22) Do You Watch The Olympics?Sometimes, not often (23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?Any time after midnight (24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?Nah, don’t wear any (25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?Defo the ocean(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog?I’m indecisive and this decision is too hard, moving on (27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water?Tap water, unless I’m abroad(28) What Makes You Happy?Sleeping (29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music? With music but not too loud or catchy because I’ll end up singing along (31) Dogs Or Cats?Prefer dogs but cats are cute too (32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be? Probs like a black/grey ish one. Crayola has one called outer space, maybe that one(33) PlayStation Or Xbox.PlayStation, add me: SulphuricBumhole (don’t ask me to explain the name but if you add me, say you’re from tumblr pls)(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean? Ocean definitely (35) Do You Believe In Magic? Some of that shit on BGT is trippy af and idk if that’s magic or illusions so maybe? (36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing?I’m wearing a koala onesie (37) Can You Curl Your Tongue? I can(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It? Bit of both, I buy too much random shit man (39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You? Yeah, my socks (40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now? Obsessed with sleeping tbh (41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly? Yessss, let it go after though (42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People? Nah, I’m stubborn af (43) Do You Have Strange Dreams? Well my last dream I befriended a crocodile and called him Dave, so no not really o.O(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes? Love, love, love aeroplanes. Travelling is the best!(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry. Umm, it was a French film called The Student and Mr Henri(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds? Peanutsssss(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?Umm, Bryan Adams. He’s the bomb in concert (48) Are You A Picky Eater? With meat, yeah(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper? Kind of, I don’t hear noises as such but I will wake to a phone call (50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning? Nah. I love it!(51) Do You Like To Read / Write?Love reading, awful at writing (52) Do You Like Your Music Loud? Yess, love to have a concert on my own(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents? Wrap presents. Even though my OCD kicks in, I like to make the paper line up (54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?Train - Drops of Jupiter (55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)I think it’s late Spring but this weather is bipolar af (56) What Are You Craving Right Now? I really want some coffee tbh (57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed.Effort though man, soz pal (58) What Is Your Gender?Female (59) Coffee Or Tea?All about coffee, tea on occasion though (60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?None, finished 2nd year of uni (61) What Is Your Sexuality?I am gay (62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?Yess, mainly because it’s uncomfortable to lay on when it isn’t made up (63) Favourite Pokemon?Would have to say Blaziken tbh (64) Favourite Social Media?Probs Facebook (65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?Stupid, use Snapchat (66) Do You Get Homesick?Not really, ask me again in December cause I’ll be in France (67) Are You A Virgin? None of ya business pal(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?Head & Shoulders (knees and toes)(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?I would choose my car, that’s $60 to use for food or something (70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life? Nah, just Madre and (step)padre (71) Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters? PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN(72) Do You Miss Your Ex?Wish I didn't but what can ya do, ey?. (73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now?“Aspire to inspire before you expire” - Eugene Bell Jr. (74)  What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest? Kinda love green tbh (75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set? I love swings, get so high to jump off  I’m a kid at heart (76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate? NUGGETS (77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?Candy crush is all that matters (78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?Of course I would, they have every right to live (79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight? Too many times, I have no life (80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network? Meh, who hasn’t?(81) Do You Like Meeting New People? For the most part. I’m socially awkward until I get comfortable with them(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.I don’t, they irritate me (83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?Closed, I live in university accommodation so leaving my door open would be a tad weird (84) What Are Three Things You Did Today? Had a panic attack bc of a spider; dyed my mum’s hair; and driving lesson. (85) What Do You Wear To Bed? Currently, a onesie (86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.Don’t own any :)(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person?Definitely a night owl (88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.Phone: Candy crushPsn: FIFA 17; Black Ops 3; GTA V; Little Big Planet 3; Rocket League.

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.Mentioned somewhere above (90) Favourite Soda Drink?Hmm, sprite probs(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite?I love the sound of the rain, I could sit and listen for hours (92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?Jeans, mostly (93) How Do You Look Right Now?Like a koala (94) Name Something That Relaxes You.Sleeping (95) What Tattoo Do You Want?Something geometric or maybe a Disney related one(96) Favourite YouTuber?Sarah Croce is a babe 

P.S. That took ages so I’ma take a nap for a year, much love