#now they can live together on my bookshelf hehe

[wuntrum]

copy of vermis 2 arrived today. peace and love on planet earth

[kuroosdarling]

happy to report my room is starting to look v cute :3

[alteridolriley]

"In awe, the first time you realised it" with rivya pretty pretty pleaasee

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAXI!!! this ask is old af but I was inspired so I wrote you this rivya drabble fic thinggggg idk i hope you enjoy it!!

(These characters are our own ocs based on the Sanders Sides from this blog. This is an irl AU so enjoy!! Some Sides might show up idk why don't you read and find out hehe)

On mobile so sorry for no read more :(

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River felt himself waking up; the stream of his consciousness pulling his thoughts to the real world around him. He slowly opened his eyes to see the glow of the early morning sun peeking through the edge of the curtain he swore he had tucked behind the bookshelf so it wouldn't get him right in the face, but alas, it had failed. River sighed, pulling their comforter over their head in denial.

Mondays sucked and River did not want to pull themselves out of bed, but within seconds of stretching their arms above their head, a shrill alarm from their phone began to sound on the side table next to their bed. River slapped around until successfully snoozing the alarm before throwing the blanket off.

There was one reason and one reason only River was getting up for class on this day. He had that one class today - economics. And that one boy was in it. The transfer student.

He had the gall to talk to River the day before, and several days before that. As well as the day the teacher had given him the seat next to River.

"Hello." The boy had said as he sat down. His hood covered most of his face but River could see his right eye and a soft smile on his face. "My name is Arya. It's nice to meet you."

River had glanced his way, their chin balanced on their palm. With the intent to simply brush him off, River had opened his mouth only to feel his words caught in his throat once he had made eye contact with the gentle boy.

"I'm River." River had managed to cough out that day. "Pleasure."

It was a dry introduction, but it didn't seem to offend Arya at all. He had smiled again and turned to his bag in front of him, pulling his notebook and pen out as River heard the teacher begin to speak.

River had been brought back to his dorm room by a jolt of him missing his pant leg while trying to get dressed. Arya had left him feeling weird that first day and every day after that, Arya had continued to say hello and be super kind to him. River didn't really understand why Arya was acting that way-- if Arya knew River at all, he would know that River didn't deserve that kind of kindness.

River zipped his jacket up and heard his cell phone begin to chime again, but this time it was a text tone. He absent-mindedly reached for the phone, unlocking it in one motion.

He bit his lip as he saw a message from his brother- his twin, Meph. Meph had chosen not to go to college but to work at a friend's laboratory. River sometimes regretted going to college but since he was there on a scholarship, it only made sense to stay. Besides, Meph had only chosen not to go to college to help River actually go for his dream: to be a marine biologist.

River loved the ocean. It was his favorite place to be and if he managed to put his past behind him and become a marine biologist, he'd never have to leave the ocean again. Meph had gotten the job with his friend to pay the bills so River could focus on school.

Meph the Grump: Hey so Nic needs me to stay late again this weekend so I won't be able to come up to visit. Maybe we can work something out for next weekend. Just let me know.

River sighed and locked his phone, shoving it into his pocket. That makes the 3rd time Meph canceled on him in the last month. River didn't really know what Nicolaus did for a living but Meph was apparently very important to the lab. It paid for the roof over his head so River ignored the pain of disappointment running through his chest.

He grabbed his bag before stopping by the mirror near the front door. Messing with his hair for only a few moments, he sighed and left the house, locking the front door behind him. His college was a mere three blocks away so walking was the simplest way of getting there.

River began the trek down the semi busy street, staring at the ground as he walked. From the corners of their sight, River watched the world go around him: People walked solo past; some girls in groups crossing the street laughing together; a single mom holding her baby while opening the door to a store.

The world kept going despite of all the troubles people had. River knew this and yet he always wondered what he looked like from that perspective. Was he intimidating? Were they interesting to the world around them or forgettable?

River adjusted his back on his shoulder as he stopped at a crosswalk. Several people lingered around him as they all waited for the traffic light to change. As he considered his plans for the weekend now that Meph wasn't coming into town anymore, he realized he was staring across the road at a familiar face.

It was Arya. However, Arya was standing against a brick building with another few men around him. River scrunched his face in curiosity and confusion. He had never seen Arya outside of class and he walked this street everyday. Wouldn't they have crossed paths before?

River heard the chime of the crosswalk allowing pedestrians to pass as suddenly one of the men grabbed Arya by the shoulder rather roughly. Arya stumbled into one of the other taller men who shoved him back towards the building. River felt his blood boil nearly instantly as he took off across the street. He was still fairly far away but he picked up the pace as the three men pulled Arya down an alleyway behind the brick building.

"I promise I'll have it to you soon. I will. I will." Arya's voice filtered through the air as River got closer. It was staggered and breathless; shaky and soft. He was clearly scared. "I know I said today, but my job hasn't paid me yet so--"

CRACK.

River dashed around the corner, hearing a bone crushing noise as they did so. It took River's eyes a few seconds while blinking to adjust to the darkness of the alley only to see Arya on the ground, unmoving.

"You bastards! What did you do to him?" River shouted as he stomped forward, leaving barely any space between himself and the strangers. His heart was racing-- Arya still hadn't moved. "Arya! Hey!" River shouted as the men laughed.

"Arya has a friend? Haha, that's the funniest thing I've heard all day," said the tallest man, turning to face River. "You should scram, kid, if you know what's good for you."

"Kid? I'm not a child, and I'm not scared of you." River said confidently, even though his hand was trembling. He was convinced it was his anger peaking. "Get away from him." River snarled through bared teeth.

The leader looked at his two friends and all three of them laughed.

"Kid, I don't think you understand the situation you're in." the Leader scoffed before suddenly darting towards River with his fist reared back.

In one step, River bent down, dodging him swiftly and flattening his right hand, shoving it perfectly timed onto the man's elbow forcing it the wrong direction. River heard the satisfying snap of the bone.

"Sonofabitch!" The leader shouted, falling to the ground, grasping towards his left arm. His partners ran to his side as he struggled to stand. "I won't forget this!" He growled as the three of them took off out of the alley.

River relaxed his stance, releasing a deep breath before spinning on his heel and dashing back to where Arya lay still unmoving. River fell to his knees, picking Arya up gently.

"Hey... hey Arya." They whispered, shaking the boy. Within a minute, Arya's eyes opened and he immediately pushed away from River, the innate fear of the other men still fresh. "No, Arya, it's okay-- it's me." River held his hands up.

Arya's breathing slowed as he realized the other three men were gone. His hand snapped to his head, his left eye closing in pain. Silence fell between the two of them. River wasn't sure what to say, and Arya... he looked like he might pass out at any moment.

"What are you doing here?" Arya broke the silence. His voice was scratchy but still the soft, kind tone River was used to hearing in class. "This doesn't concern you."

River scoffed, "The hell it doesn't! Who were those men? What did they want from you?" Arya stayed silent, choosing to look anywhere but River's face. "Fine then, I guess it doesn't matter..." he stood up to leave.

"Wait!" Arya jumped to his feet.

River turned to see Arya reaching out towards him only for the boy to be overcome by his injuries. His eyes rolled back and he fell towards the ground. River was quick enough to catch him before he made contact with the pavement. The momentum of the fall had caused Arya's hood to reveal his full face. River blinked in surprise-- the right side of Arya's face was covered with a severe burn scar. How had they never noticed it before?

Out of respect, River pulled Arya's hood back over his head and held the boy close.

"Excuse me."

A voice from behind them both caused River to whip around, holding on to Arya even tighter.

A man stood there, holding his bowler hat in front of his face. His cape like top blew in the wind of the alley and his yellow gloved hands nearly look illuminescent in the alley.

"Who are you?" River demanded.

"I am that boy's guardian, and I would appreciate you giving him to me." The man said as he put his hat on his head. It revealed his face to be similar to Arya except the left side of his was... a snake, wait what?

River stood, holding Arya in his arms. "Why should I believe you? Maybe I should take him and run away?"

"No, that's not necessary. You see... that boy is not human, my dear." The man began to walk closer. "Well, not anymore." He stopped walking. "Ah, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Janus."

"Okay... Janus what do you want with Arya?" River questioned, backing up a step.

"Oh no. You misunderstand. Arya came to me, you see. Alone and with nothing to lose, he made a deal. A deal with a snake." Janus explained, the snake side of his face never losing the grin it held. "Losing your entire family in a fire you caused and leaving yourself scarred for life is a rough thing to go through. He wanted to forget-- however it comes with a price."

"Yeah well... he needs medical treatment from whatever those assholes did to him so I'm taking him to the hospital. He's not going with you." River said firmly. "So I'll be leaving now."

River adjusted Arya in his arms before brushing past Janus toward the main street. River never once looked back and kept walking, avoiding the busier streets with nosey people. A regular hospital would ask too many questions. It was time to pay an old friend a visit.

After a ten minute walk, River arrived at what looked like a simple flower shop. He walked inside. A boy stood behind the main counter and turned to face them.

"Oh River! It's been awhile." He said. "Oh... is your friend hurt?"

"Yeah... can you help him Gabriel?" River asked as Gabriel held a back door open for them to walk through.

"Of course. Let's get him checked out." Gabriel assured.

River placed Arya on a rather large bed and sat down across from him and Gabriel in a plastic chair. River could feel the tension leaving his body finally and the realization of everything that happened was making his mind race as he watched Gabriel check Arya's vitals. Who were those three original men? Who was Janus? Was Janus telling the truth when he said Arya wasn't human anymore? What did that even mean? Nothing about this morning made any sense.

"River?" Gabriel's voice called them out of their stupor and River could see Arya was covered by a blanket now and his hoodie has been removed. "Are you okay? Do you need me to check you too?" Gabriel reached and felt River's head before they could lean away.

"No I'm fine." River assured.

Before Gabriel could ask again, a chime went off above their heads: a customer had walked into the flower shop. Gabriel excused himself and left the room. The room became silent other than the ticking of the clock on the far wall.

River stood up and walked to look at Arya. He looked peacefully asleep and more relaxed than before. Gabriel must've given him some medication. River pushed Arya's bangs out of his face and Arya stirred a bit, as if he was going to wake up.

"River.... wait.. please..." Arya murmured, his eyes still closed but tightened in fear. A dream. "I can explain... don't go... I need you."

River grabbed Arya's hand, intertwining their fingers. Arya seemed to relax and stopped talking. River was an idiot-- why hadn't he noticed it before? All of those feelings towards Arya... it was love. A need to protect.

"Don't worry, Arya..." River sat down on the side of the bed, brushing their fingers down the side of Arya's face. "I'm not going anywhere."

FIN.

[sunghoonied]

Fluff 5 Misc 9 for Woobin please hehe im kind of deprived of woobin content and i really like ur writing so :> thank u!

can i request for fluff #5 and #7 for woobin (cravity)? thank u so muchㅠㅠ 

hi! so I combined these two requests because they were very similar! and I’m sorry for taking so much time, I study a lot for school so it’s kind of difficult to find the time and energy to write. I still hope you’ll like it, as I really liked writing it! lastly, happy Valentine’s Day!

Woobin (Cravity) with :

Fluff #5 : “OH you’re jealous!”

Fluff #7 : “Please just kiss me already.”

Misc #9 : “Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.

“Woobin! Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.” you whined, trying to get your boyfriend’s attention.

“Yn, let me live, I’m trying to win this game.” he answered, making you pout and cross your arms. 

“You’re not fun… why are you upset?”

He stayed silent, so you tried to remember the whole day to find out why he was upset with you.

The day had started off well as he had come to pick you up for your weekly date. It was a sort of tradition you had established about six months in your relationship as you were both quite busy with college work. He had brought up this idea of having a date per week which would last at least half of the day. You had immediately agreed as you knew it would help your relationship last longer.

“So where are we going today?” he had asked you. The dates weren’t always fully prepared, but it was okay for you, the aim of it was to spend some quality time together, after all.

“I don’t know, but I have to buy some food at the end of the day. My fridge is empty.” you laughed, earning a grin from your boyfriend.

“Okay, so we’ll stop at the grocery store on our way back.”

“What do you think about that : we just go to the park, you know the one with the pond? and we sit on a bench and spend the day observing the ducks and fishes. Then, we can go buy food, go back to my place, and you can stay the night.” you suggested, a happy tone clearly noticeable in your voice.

“Sounds good to me.” Woobin said with a smile.

You had spent the whole afternoon talking about college, your families, your worries, and plenty of other things while watching the ducks swim happily in the pond, listening to birds chirping and observing kis play together around the swingset. 

You then went to the grocery store to buy some food. There, you met one of your classmates, so obviously you talked together for a while, as you were quite close with him. Then, you drove back to your place, and that was when you noticed Woobin was acting weird.

Suddenly, you understood.

“OH! Woobin, you’re jealous!” you exclaimed, startling your boyfriend, almost making him lose his game.

“What? You know I never get jealous. I trust you.”

“Stop lying, you started acting weird when we met my friend at the grocery store!” you grinned, amused by Woobin’s denial.

“No! I was just surprised at the fact that you’re close friends with him but you never talked to me about him.”

He put the controller down on the coffee table and you took advantage of it, straddling his lap and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and neck.

“Are you sure you were just surprised that I never mentioned him to you?” you teased, a smirk dancing on your lips, making him groan.

“Fine! Yes, I was jealous. I always try not to let it get the best of me, because I trust you, I truly do, but I can’t help but get a little bit insecure when I see being close to other people, because maybe you actually deserve to be with someone better than me, maybe I’m actually not enough for you, and…” he sighed, “I don’t know, I’m just scared of losing you to someone else.”

Silence.

“But please know, I try to chase these thoughts from my mind… they just keep coming back.”

By the time he finished speaking, you had lost your smile. A pout was now adorning your face as you processed every word that had been pronounced by your boyfriend, your heart aching a bit.

As you took a while to answer, he got nervous. His heart was beating so fast and loud he was convinced you could hear it. He couldn’t look you in the eye, so instead, his gaze was focused on the rest of the room : the window, the bookshelf, your thighs, the kitchen on the other side of the room. Until he felt your face getting closer to his.

“Woobin,” you whispered, your lips almost against his, “I want you to know something.”

“What is it?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

“I love one person. That person is you, and I want it to be that way for the rest of my life. I want to keep loving you and only you for every second I have to live, I want you and only you, every day and every night, so please, please keep these words in mind and remind yourself of them whenever you feel insecure and I’m not around. And when I’m with you, please just show me how you’re feeling, by holding my hand or hugging me. I’ll understand. Okay?”

He pouted and for a second you thought he was going to cry. Instead, he sighed and said, “Please just kiss me already.”

You smiled before sealing your lips, your feelings for each other seeping in between your bodies to remind each other of how much love you had for one another.

[imnotwolverine]

Intermission

Henry Cavill x OC Lisa - multi-chapter fic

Author’s note: Oh you guys! This chapter has been a bit of a headache. It just kept dragging on and on, making me delete like 70% and then rewriting most of it. So please... “bear” with me - hehe. Have a lovely weekend!

Word count: 1.572

Disclaimer: fluff and smut

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This is part 17 of the Tea for Two story

You can find the Masterlist here. 

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< Go back to part 16

‘So is he..good? In bed?’

Gary, my one and only gay friend moved up in his seat so he could better assess my reaction, a glass of expensive whiskey rolling in his well manicured fingers..

We were sitting on a black, well-worn leather couch in the small living room that he and my other friends shared. Around us a dozen others were hanging about, chatting and drinking in celebration of the 30th birthday of one of our friends. Friends whom I had not seen in over a year. And boy had I missed them. And boy were we growing old now.

‘Well..?’ Gary’s excited voice awoke me from my deafening stare. I sniffled softly and looked at Gary, his eyes sparkling in wonder. 

‘Oh..he is.’ I smirked.

‘Details woman! We need details!’ He exclaimed, stretching his arms in exasperation, almost letting his drink pour over the edge of his tumbler glass.

I shrugged and took a long sip of my wine, stretching the moment to further annoy him, eyeing the few others that were quietly listening in on the conversation. Gary rolled his eyes, gesturing me to speak with large exaggerated hand movements.  

‘Whatcha wanna know?’ I finally quirked.

‘EVERYTHING. Oh come on. The internet’s filled with gossip. We need to know! Big, thick and uncut, true? Experimental? Dominant? Kinky? God of cunnilingus?’

‘GOODNESS GARY..where have you even found all that..’ I hesitated a moment. ‘..stuff..?’

I couldn’t really say nonsense now, could I? It was all kind of true.

‘HA! So they were right!’

Gary knew me too well.

‘Oh! GIRL! I’m so jealous. Oh my god. Is he interested in sharing? Threesome maybe? Hmm?’ Gary rattled in excitement.

‘Gary..I know what you are aiming at, dirty old friend. And I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you. He’s not very into..sharing.’ I sniffled.

‘Darn.’ He playfully tapped his leg as he fell back, the leather couch whiffing as he crossed his legs in utter defiance. ‘I’d TOTALLY give bi-sex a try if he’d even just..think..about it, you know.’ He shrugged, taking another sip of his drink.

‘Did you two move in together already?’ A girl I didn’t know jumped in, stopping Gary from further cross-examining my sex life.

‘I…guess.’ I offered them a hesitant look. ‘It’s a bit hard to tell, since we’re almost constantly travelling, moving both our belongings from one place to the other every few days or so…I tell you: that’s a LOT of tooth brushes and weekend bags of clothes…’ I laughed.

‘Must be difficult.’ She said, curling her lips in an awkward smile. I shrugged. ‘It’s okay. A bit exhausting at times, but well worth it. Especially since we get to experience it together.’

‘So you’re practically always together? Looks like someone’s gonna get married soon!’ One of my other friend sniffled, leaning in and poking my arm playfully.

I gasped, swatting my hand at his arm. ‘Hardly! We’ve been together for a little over half a year now. That’d be a bit too quick, no? Besides I bet Henry wouldn’t rush such a thing, since it’s so all important to him.’

Right? Or no? My mind faltered as my friends grinned, obviously not agreeing with me.

‘Yea..and I bet YOUR ass he’s looking for a ring right as we speak.’ My friend chided, sticking out his tongue as I gave him a warning look.

‘Or thinking of baby names..’ Gary laughed.

‘GUYS! COME ON! Give a girl a break will ya?’ I blushed, taking a quick sip of my wine.

Babies? Babies…

I quickly continued. ‘And just so you know; he’s well aware of my stance on marriage and..rings, my darlings.’ I stated. ‘Now enough about Henry. I want to hear about you guys!’

The boys snickered a bit, then agreed and soon enough the conversation flowed on as they spoke of their plans to finally move out of this dungey apartment, about funny things that had happened at work, about the closing down of one of their favourite pubs and some new upcoming video games and movies. Just like the old days.

Drinks filled our bellies as the hands of the clock seemed to spiral at lightning speed, nerdy conversations filling the air, the clock way too soon striking 4 AM - about time to call it a night. Our minds fuzzy and our laughter filling the otherwise gloomy, quiet apartment block, we said our goodbyes, my tired ass plopping down on the makeshift bed on one of the couches. Also like the old days.

Oh how I had missed them, my sweet, Dutch friends.

And how I now missed him.

My dear sweet henry.

As had become second nature by now, my fingers dug my phone from my pocket while I laid down on the couch, looking if I had any messages. The screen brightened the now dark living room and my eyes quickly moved to Whatsapp.  

“Good night dear.” He had sent about an hour ago.

I felt my lips curl up in a gentle smile and texted him a kissing emoticon back, staring at the bright screen for another minute or so before the alcohol in my veins made me so drowsy I fell asleep right then and there, phone still in hand.

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The next day.

Back in London it was surprisingly nice out, a soft spring sun warming the small backyard of Henry’s Mews home. I was sitting on the small wooden bench, drinking tea with Henry right beside me, his eyes intently staring at a live soccer match on his tablet.

I had long given up any attempts to get into soccer, my eyes instead focused on New Spring from the Wheel of Time series (I had found this massive collection on Henry’s bookshelf and thought I might as well give it a try).

Henry sighed softly as the referee blew his whistle, ending the not very exciting match. ‘They played a draw.’ Henry yawned, stretching himself out like a big cat, his body weight making the bench wobble dangerously. I hummed, wobbling along with the bench as my eyes remained trained on the book.

He looked at me for a moment before he stood up, kissing me on the forehead. ‘Can I get you anything?’ He tried. I shook my head, keeping my gaze fixed on the pages, not wanting to miss the exciting passage I was reading. ‘No?’ He teased, lowering one of his hands in front of the book, while his other hand cupped my chin. I looked up at him with question, only to be met with a cheeky grin.

‘Hi love.’ He smiled. ‘Hi sexy.’ I chuckled, peeling the book from his hand and moving it to the corner of my eye so I could continue reading. He shook his head, letting out a low chuckle as he tilted my face a bit more, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. ‘Well.. I’m going to clean up the house a bit. Leave you be with your new lover.’

I rolled my eyes, quickly reaching for his hand before he could walk away, lifting myself up so I could plant another kiss on his lips. ‘I love you,’ I smiled against his lips. He hummed. ‘I love you too my little bookwurm.’

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After some 30 minutes he still hadn’t returned. I had just finished another chapter and got up. 

Walking into the kitchen I realised it was suspiciously quiet downstairs. No Henry in the living room. In the garage. In the bathroom. I moved to the hallway and heard some soft shuffling upstairs.

Didn’t the cleaner come like..two days ago? What was he doing?

I walked up the creaking stairs, finding Henry in the bedroom, surrounded by piles and piles of boxes with clothes in them. I quirked my head in question while he looked up. 

‘What’s going on here? Spring cleaning?’ I grinned. He smiled broadly. ‘I’m making some space.’ Then nodded at the suitcase that held all my clothes. ‘Mmmkey… you really don’t have to do that you know.’ I pointed at all the boxes. ‘I’m going to have them stored. They’re too small for me right now, anyways.’ He got up, stepping forward so he could wrap me in his arms, placing a loving kiss on my slightly agape lips. He looked at me for a good moment, his tongue darting over his lips as if he was nervous.

I chuckled.

‘Okey..ask that burning question on your tongue.’

He gave me a knowing look, then enclosed me even further to his chest, moving his thumbs so he could rub soft circles against my temples, his eyes peering into mine. 

‘My dearest Lisa. I’m having such a good life with you. I can simply not handle being without you….’ He looked at me intensely, making my heart skip, my mind racing. What was he going to ask? Wasn’t it too soon? WERE MY FRIENDS RIGHT? PLEASE NO RING.

‘Would you move in with me?’

Oh thank the ...

‘Yes!’ I blurted out, a little surprised myself as the words escaped my lips so abruptly. He laughed giddily, picking me up and swirling me around. ‘Yes yes yes! Hahah. I am glad.’ He smiled, his pearly whites stretching from ear to ear. ‘Oh bear.’ I sniffled, wrapping my legs around his hips to give him a more demanding kiss. ‘I am more than glad.’ I whispered sensually, my hips rubbing enticingly against his groin. 

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Part 18 > 

[speaknowslut13]

Lovely Lauren! ✨ (I’ll do some alliteration too hehe so no I don’t think it’s weird 🤪)

No worries at all, I’m just glad tumblr didn’t eat it 😅 congratulations on cleaning your room, that can sometimes feel like such a monumental task!!

And thank you!! 🥰 I didn’t even have too many bad side effects, other than some slight pain in my arm and being incredibly tired for a few days (but then again I’m always tired so is it fair to blame that on the vaccine lol 🤔)

You’re very welcome! And it is so important for the younger generations, I always try to model inclusivity for my students and I hope that I’m succeeding but at the very least I’m trying.

I think with a lot of arts and humanities subjects, but especially with writing, people tend to underestimate the effort that actually goes into the craft until they actually try it. I also love reading sonnets but I’m not a huge fan of writing them because they are so hard 🥲

to narrow down the categories a bit, do you have a favorite sonnet? What is the poem you would want read at your funeral?

I totally agree, there’s a difference between getting dark and using humor as a coping mechanism for difficult things versus using it to be mean and malicious but writing it off as “haha just a joke!” 🙄

I also despise economics haha would prefer if the made up little numbers did NOT control our lives but alas! If you were to someday own your own business, what kind of business would it be??

I don’t think I’ve asked before, so what kind of work does your husband do? That’s really unfortunate about the state of the records, I’m sorry that’s the situation and hope it all works out for the best should either of you decide to go back!!

Ohhh I also have a hidden objects game that I like to play! It’s called Manor Matters, and I like that one and Gardenscapes because there’s a storyline to them so it feels more engaging than just playing the game part. I mostly like to play on the train or the bus haha.

Totally fair, being in somebody’s wedding can be very stressful. Is your sister older or younger? I have several close friends getting married this summer but I’m not able to attend because of travel restrictions which kind of bums me out. I think lacy dresses are so gorgeous!! I truly hope that you’ll be able to have that someday 🥰

Your chair sounds fabulous, it’s so nice to have a good non bed lounging spot!! I’m thinking of rearranging the furniture in my room because I’m kind of bored with the layout and maybe even getting a few new items of furniture (I’m in desperate need of a bookshelf rn) so I’ll keep you updated on how that goes.

Sunflowers are one of my favorite flowers! And I love seeing dandelions first pop up in the spring, such a nice burst of color after winter. Pink is such a fun color, I loved the “dusty pastel” color trend a few years ago and had so many dusty rose clothes hahah.

Ohhh I haven’t watched H2O in forever!! When I was in high school I babysat for this family pretty consistently and the daughter loved it so we watched it a lot together. Might be fun to watch again! What’s your favorite marvel movie? I’ve never really been able to get into it but my students love it so I promised them if we went into another lockdown I would make it my quarantine project to watch the whole franchise lol.

I’m so glad you were able to see your friend!! Are your kids close in age?

I did get my insurance sorted out thankfully and I even got in my chill walk! AND I went to the pool with a friend this week, so that was excellent. If I’m feeling up to it this weekend I’m planning on taking a hike up to a lake to go swimming and read! The weather has finally warmed up here after a month straight of rain 🌞

Sending you hugs! Xoxo 💖 Drew

Drew, my love! I love how your weekend turned out for you! Send some rain to Az for me, eh? Specifically the Phoenix area. A couple of nights ago we had something called a heat burst happen over my house. I didn’t know that was a thing until last night. But basically the temp skyrocketed suddenly at nine pm to triple digits. Plus, since it’s fire season, we’ve got all this lovely smoke trapping in the pollution. We’re under heat advisory too right now, so we have been stuck inside all week. No swimming. And definitely no going out of it can be helped. I live in hell.

The kids are close in age. Her son is about two and half years older than mine. They love each other. It’s pretty cute. We are just happy they get along.

I haven’t watched all the marvel movies, but they’re all pretty good. Honestly, Black Panther is pretty good. Iron man is one of my favorites but I’m kinda hooked on RDJ. He’s around my parents age but damn does he make it look good. The best marvel universe show I’ve seen yet has been Wanda Vision. Spider-Man is also a must see. They nailed the character. And Deadpool is good too.

I need a new bookshelf too. But I don’t have anyplace to put one right now. I think I need a bigger house. Some people would tell me to downsize my books. I would say that’s blasphemy.

It’s my younger sister who’s getting married. But I also have an older sister! We are all pretty close. Which is nice. In fact, I mentioned wanting to move out of country to my little sister the other day and she just about murdered me. 😂

Husband does data and reporting analysis. However, his degree is in Game Art and Design. He wanted to get his masters in something tech related. But he likes to code too. He and I talk about business ideas all the time! I always thought about owning a coffee shop/ book store. And recently I had this crazy good idea about a resin pour business. I do also have a clothing design I put together for school but also wanted to pursue in actuality.

The poem is by Thomas Gray and it’s called Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes. It’s macabre. And sad. And just a little funny. I should be ashamed of myself. I really should.

Honestly the bard does it for me always. Sonnet 116 is always a classic. It’s been my favorite for a long time. But sonnet 130 is a close second. The first is traditionally romantic but there’s something to be said about Shakespeare’s realistic depiction of his love in 130. It’s honest and kinda sweet.

How do you feel about satire? It can be another difficult form to master but when it’s done well I find it incredibly enjoyable. I had the joy of reading A Modest Proposal to my husband once. He was only really familiar with Swift’s Guliver’s Travels. So I introduced him to that. The shock on his face was priceless. But he enjoyed it overall.

As I was pulling out the book I needed to get the proper name and author of the poem, I came across a book I bought awhile back. It’s called the Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo. That was an excellent book, and if you haven’t already read it, I thought I’d recommend it. I like to recommend that one to people a lot. It was addicting.

I’m glad your side effects were tame! Here are some sunflowers 🌻 🌻 🌻 to brighten up your day!

Out of curiosity, what do you teach???

[riskeith]

awwww i’m here now darling so you better feel amazing <33333

ok miss i see the subtle flex you just pulled on me, just say your team is op and go... :pp jk!! no but yeah if you’re stronger than the goddamn bosses it usually goes easily. can’t say i’ve seen those days in a while tho rip

YOU ARE MY BABY!!!!!! you could do a doodle for me and i’ll literally cry abt it until i die. ooooh that seems good tho??? especially ningguang and beidou... the ladies are making a comeback 🥴 i agree with you actually!! i’d love for chongyun to come back (so you can get his c6 mostly) and for selfish reasons i want razor to come back to... bc boy scouts. i really want the boy scouts... hope it happens soon tho 🥺

speaking of boy scouts i just got him.... xingqiu.. i felt so bad bc i know how much you want him... :( but i didn’t get any xiangling so. i lost successfully shskdhsk. also I WISH they had cross-server co-op more than ever at this moment bc then we could do our chongyun + xingqiu dates... 🥺

cluna you’re literally so cool! you work through them? help couldn’t be me. i get super annoyed and if it’s not working i’ll just let it go and write something else instead shskdhdksk. for instance, i was working on this fic two months ago and i got really far into it when i hit a writers block. so, its just been collecting dusts for months now. a couple days ago i accidentally stumbled upon it and realize the potential it had so i might pick it up sksjdkd. i was literally prepared to just let it rot like so many other fics i write. so yeah idk sometimes i just give up because it’s easier even if it hurts me bc i spent so much time writing them sjshdkdj. yikes.

right?? and when you write a fic that takes place during the day you can get inspired by the atmosphere outside!! and yes!! i have to study outside i can’t get anything done at home. i used to be able to do that when i was younger but now it feels sooo impossible. especially with online school and stuff. either i go to a library, cafe or school. although most of these are closed now so i have to book a room somewhere to study. do you have a specific area at home where you write or can you just sit down anywhere and study?

for sure!! if i had the space i’d absolutely consider buying more books. right now i just have them scattered around everywhere (even some in my makeup drawer shdjdh). do you have a bookshelf? 🥺 that’s so pretty...! what are some of your other favorites btw? oh grade school is basically class 1 to 9... so from 6 years old to 15? girl no worries i know how difficult it is to understand all of that. when my friends used to explain their countries school systems before i’d just sit like owl eyes.

THE ALBEDO FANART!!!!! during his quest i took sooo many screenshots god he’s just perfect. he’s such a gentle and sweet boy ughhhhh.... he’s been gone for 2 days and i already miss him. and xiao and aether are just... yeah... i love how everyone ships aether with the boys yet i don’t think i’ve ever seen lumine shipping fanart? let’s just say gay rights and leave it at that.

BEFORE I CLICKED ON THE LINK I HAD A FEELING IT WOULD BE THAT POST.... literally us!!!! don’t make one in america no worries!! idk why my acc was set to that lmao. i’ll make one in asia tonight and just hustle for a few weeks until i reach co-op (i think it was ar 15?) plus i really want aether so i’m kind of not so stressed about it tbh? god i’m actually so exciiiiiteeeeed...... 😭 you gotta promise you’ll help me with domains and bosses tho you’re gonna be at a much higher rank than me while i’ll just be a little nooby girl. 😭

thank you so much for the encouragement!!! ♥️

today i didn’t keep you waiting too long, hehe. i missed you too much. but you’re porobably asleep now though :( oh well, can’t wait to hear from you my love <333

hiya!! i’m still up bc i miscalculated the length of a fic chdjcnskjd and thought to check if you’d sent anything before i went to sleep!! made me v excited to see there was not only 1 but 2 asks from you hehe (also it’s 2am rn so apologies for any incoherence!!)

AHAHAH fjskdjskdn genuinely tho,,, i’m really happy with my team rn LOL. and noooo you’ll get there someday!! before your world level increases and you’re stuck being many levels below the bosses again fhdjdjkd it’s a cycle 😩

NFKSKDLAKS i wish i could manage even a doodle… drawing hair is literally my worst nightmare (along with drawing anything else tbh) and all the genshin charas have such complex layered hair ugh it’s like they don’t want me to even try. yass beiguang (idk if that’s their ship name) actual queens 👑. razor!!!! what a good boye. i love his idle animation so much, pls he deserves everything 🥺🥺 and you deserve to get the boy scouts!!! can’t wait for that day to come <33

AHHH!!!! no don’t feel bad i’m so happy for you omg… live out all my xingqiu-having dreams for me please 😩😩😩😩 our xingyun dates!!!! some day it’ll be a reality <333

DHJAJSHS nooooo fuck writer’s block 😤😤😤 but i hope you’re able to finish that fic now!! (vaguely, if you prefer) what’s it about? also i have plenty of fics/ideas just rotting too, but that’s usually bc i get caught up in a new idea which i like more ? i think? lmao so yeah i definitely do give up on my fics too omg wait do you have those fics where you’re like omg this concept is god tier i’m so big brained and then you write out a scene and then it’s like … wtf do i do with this now? HAHAHAH like my attention span is slowly too short to write any long af fics, i can’t stay dedicated or interested enough for that but a lot of the ideas i have have the potential to be those 300k 40 chapter slow burn etc etc so there are so many docs in my drive that are just. works with like 2-3 written scenes and an entirely fleshed out plan but i know i’ll never actually end up writing it bc of aforementioned factors lolllll. that’s another reason why i think about just releasing all my wips some day! so people can see all the ideas im unable to execute jfjsndns. do you [like] writing super long fics like that? i admire your tenacity if you do ahah

agreeeeeed <3 and oh i see!! i always feel like people who don’t study at home are so studious fjskdksk it gives off that kinda vibe for me 🤪 and i have a study! so i usually do most of my work there. sometimes tho when i get bored and if i’m not watching a lecture i’ll sit on my couch or on the floor and change things up a bit lolol

djxkkakdks omg don’t let your makeup ruin the books.. or is the makeup more important djskskks. i do have a bookshelf!! it has like… 6 levels? and it’s all full 😳😳 other faves are defs the hunger games (catching fire >>>>>>>>) and you know the others like percy jackson, divergent, the mortal instruments. oh and the maze runner!!!!!!! the prequel (? sequel???) is probably one of the recent books i’ve actually read, even tho that was like back in 2017 lmao. i liked the john green stuff too.. just a lot of the like. basic ones LMAO. hbu??

6-15??? damn that’s an interesting range djsksk i guess the closest for us would be primary school which covers ages 6-12!

albedo is legit SO prettt and for what. his hair, his eyes, his soft spoken manner. ugh 😩😩😩 and taking a bunch of screenshots is a big mood!! ooo i’ve seen some lumine ones but yeah def not a lot ! (i know there’s discourse surrounding that lmao) but yes gay rights 😤 wait that reminds me i saw the cutest razor pic the other day and saved it i’ll show you when i’m in a more awake state to attach the image fjdjnd

!!!!!! ours minds�� actually connected 🧠

okay that sounds good!!! and yeah wtf why does co-op unlock so like late lol let us play together NOW 😤 and good luck with starting again!! and have fun with aether hehe we’ll be able to have both ours meet 🤪🤪 AND YES I PROMISE!!!! i’ll carry you until we’re both the same AR and we can suffer fighting bosses together <3 you can just sit back and watch me do all the work 🤪 i’m super excited too!!! 🤩🤩🤩 and thank you for doing thisss even tho i know you said you don’t mind but still!! 💗💘💝💕💓💗💞

no problem!!! i believe in you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

eagerly (but patiently) anticipating your response~ xo!

[plutoswrath]

horror for each sign

(Warning: explict description of violence and disturbing scenes.)

Aries: Gruesome:

I sit in the living room. The TV is turned on but there is no sound but the endless noise of the static. Black and white orbs mix into my vision and the walls are painted red. It mixes beautifully with the minty wallpaper, now adorened with red roses.  Mother was so annoying. Always telling me to move aside from the TV (’Stop watching TV!’). So I took the hammer Mother usues to tender the meat with. She sat in front of the TV. And I smash the hammer towards her head. Tendering her head like a fine filet. (Splatter. Splatter. Splatter. Crimson colored splatters everywhere). Mother is quiet and in my head everything is very loud. But then my favorite TV show comes on and I sit in front of the big, static scene. I forget Mothers now very well tendered head behind me. I am not bothered, being just by myself. 

Taurus: Tragic:

This appartement is a nightmare to sell. I’ve had some tough cases and some tough clients, but this is...nothing I was prepared for. Nothing about appartement 26 seems off at frst. It’s rather small, I could even say it has the potential to be cozy and warm, but there is something eerie clawing on your back, as soon as you enter it. Not to mention the figures I see in the corner of my eye and in the mirrors sometimes. The carpet is old and smells like somebody desperately tried to clean it over and over again in order to cover something up (murder maybe?). The bed always looks as someone just sat on it, even though I made it minutes ago. I learned not to put my keys on the shelf because they will go missing and reapear on strange places (behind the shower curtains). I am doomed because I am bound to this appartement. There has been a number that keeps calling me and asks if it’s still avaible, we made an appointment for a visit, but no one appeared. I can’t call them back, the number isn’t avaible (that’s what the voice of the Lady at the other side of the receiver whispers). But this number keeps calling me, every Friday at 12pm. I know something happened there, but at this point I don’t dare to search for answers.

Gemini: Disastrous:

Once there was a man, with a house big enough for him to live, too small for a family to grow. The man drew a picture of his family every day - 4 people. Happy and smiling, eating dinner at the kitchen table. The man brushed his teeth every night before lying down to sleep and combed his 4 puppets hair.  Humming, humming. He loved his puppets, dear companionship they were always there for him where did my family go? No need for a family I told her to stop shouting at me as his house is too small to grow one. Because he is alone and forever and will be and will not seek out for a real life company what do you mean they aren’t my children? Ding dong. I open the door and see a child a child that is not mine. I will refuse to accept that they aren’t mine I am alone and will keep me company, yes come in, I will buy some cookies, sit down on the couch, you want to look at my puppets?

Once there was a man, with  a house big enough for him to live, too small for a family to grow. But enough space for a small family of puppets, now combing 5 heads every night before lying down to sleep. 

Cancer: Cruel:

It is 08:30 pm. in the deepest of winter. The sun has set a long time ago and the world outside is warpped in a thick blanet of glistening snow. Four children brush their teeth before lying down to sleep, as they hear someone climbing down the stairs and opening the door. 

“Children, lie down, will you? Uncle Vitja will tell you a nice story before you go to sleep, okay? Since your mother and father are still in that restaurant they mentioned earlier they told me to help you fall asleep. Of course I prepared a nice story from Russia, what kind of question - oh, just hear what I have to tell, okay? Have you ever heard of Baba Yaga? No? Ha! I thought so, now, listen closely..never, never go alone into the forest and be disrespectful to nature, you hear me? Baba Yaga has her eyes and ears everywhere and somewhere she will watch you when you try to pick all the flowers from the fields or demolish the trees with a knife; yes I am looking at all of you! You are closeby teh forest, so pay attention! Her hut can’t be found since it stands on chicken legs and wanders around. Also you can’t enter even when you find it, because it turns around when sensing intrudors. But you’ll notice if its her shack even when it looks normal because the garden is adorned with human skulls since she likes eating us. Huh? What are you looking at me? I only tell the truth! She is one with the earth and one with life and death; she decides who needs to die and who doesn’t but this all...makes her hungry at times, it’s exhausting you know and the flesh of humans is so tender....”

Uncle Vitjas eyes run across the room as he turns to the opened window. 

“Rule number one: never leave your windows open when your parents aren’t home. Yaga smells the bad spirit of mean children!”

And his eyes turn red and his nose long. His back shrinks and his skin turns to bark. The teeth long and metallic. The children are in shock and fear grips them tightly as the old womans long finger hover over to them. They can only hope for their parents to come home soon. 

Leo: Mad:

“Manot? Dear, is that you? (.....) Dear, don’t be mistaken, I am sorry for troubling you with my calls lately, but I am so far away and I needed to hear you voice (.....) Oh silly, have you forgotten how to speak? I called your mom yesterday because I read that you couldn’t bring yourself to look her in the eyes after stealing the money she put aside for your fathers surgery (...) Oh- so sorry, I know you told me not to read your diary, but please, put those dangerous pills aside and come to me - no rehab needed, just my ever lasting love that heals you (............) Manot...now, don’t be mean. I wouldn’t break into your home if you would just give me the keys like I asked you to in my last love letter!! Pay attention to my words and you wouldn’t be so troubled all the time!! Stupid bitch, igoring me and my love as always, why do you think you’re higher than me? (.................) Can’t say something? (...............) Hello? (.......crrk.........) Hello? Are you recording this? Just wait till I come home! Hope you don’t fall asleep without me, hehe, mind it if you could put on those sweet mint colored panties you wore back than as you graduated? I loved these...ha..... (....). Well then, I need to go to work now. See you soon love. Bye.”

Virgo: Cold:

Our Grandmother used to tell us stories about her old school. Stories I like to tell my friends when we sit together for a drink after work. She has always been a funny woman, she’s been a clever kid that liked to trick her teachers at times and told me she never got into trouble because of the ‘funny’ old man (a monk to be specific) that apparently no one saw except her. The school (having been a monestary in the past) was old and full of history. And the kids gave the dead walls new life. And so did my Grandmother to this dead man who never talked but stood in the corner, pointing to opened windows  she snook out when her teachers turned away. Or directing her to the funny old photobooks of former students in the big library. He never left the grounds of the school though. She was young - 8 years old maybe - and felt special to have made such an ‘unique and special friend’, that she never thought about the fact that it could’ve been a ghost. So I asked her if he was nice. Her smile turned crooked and she looked out of the window as she answered: “I think he was once, but he was lonely for too long. One day I walked down the hallway and he pointed to staircase to the cellar or our school - something we were forbidden to go to under any circumstances because of the gigantic oven that stood there. Well, as idiotic as I was I followed him, but right in front of the doorway I stopped. His smile was off and he pointed into the black room where the giants red and orange mouth of the oven smiled at me. I felt the chance in the air and left, shaking my head. He looked angry and sad at the same time. Later that day one of our students went missing. And they found him. 2 days later, his ashes and bones in the oven. I am glad I was smart enough not to walk into the room that day and I never saw that monk again.”

Libra: Erroneous:

‘I love you, I love you’, I whisper as I turn the knife in your chest and stab into you heart for more than a thousand times. All the times I told you I loved you, I revisit those memories and breath heavily as I remember our first kiss. ‘Ah, your eyes are beautiful..’ So I plunge them out and put them in a jar, I place them on the top of my bookshelf so I can look at them and you can look at me when I lie down to sleep.  I  f e e l  t h e  w a r m t h  o f  y o u r  b l o o d  o n  m y  b o d y  G  o  d   y o u  f e e l  s o  g    o      o         d. I love the way you looked at me and you loved my smile so I engrave it into my skin, on my face - forever. I place my hand on your chest and the open wound allows me to toucg your heart. I smell you and feel you.

          I                                         l  o  v  e                                                y o  u. 

Scorpio: Demonic:

‘It is him who writes the names behind our wallpaper, when our little daughter tells me to look behind it. He is the nightmare that keeps her up at night, the monster underneath her bed, the long black hair that is tickling me in the shower. There is a shadow I feel standing behind me, someone breathing in my neck; the wind that is closing and opeing our doors and the force that drags me from the couch every time I try to sleep there. The feeling of someone standing behind me and watching how the blood begins to pump under the constant pressure in our own precious four walls.  There are eyes inside of the dark- A pair of two red eyes accompanying me everywhere. They are placed in every little black corner in our house. I see them in the reflection of the TV and the computer screen. They are bloody and since weeks our sleeping room smells foul. And it is I who brought him here in order to bring you back, my dear, and I brought sin over our love, over our home, over the one I swore to protect. And I will continue protecting her - in heaven.’

Love, Helena

(To whoever finds this: leave the ruins of this home and never come back.He will follow.)

Sagittarius: Bloody:

I once visited this town on one of my trips. It was small and far away from the next bigger city, but people from all around it swooned over the restaurants that has been there for several generations - apparently it served the finest meat in town. So naturally, I ordered a table for one the following day and tried a steak myself. Indeed, it was fine - very fine, tender and beautifully pink colored in the middle. I am confused though: I haven’t seen any fields with cattles or any farms on my way to this city. Nor do they have many tourists here; so how does this restaurant survive over the years? Then again, my uncle is an ivestigator and told me that near the next biggest city that is two hours away have been reported people that went missing over the past 50 years. And seemingly, they never reappeared. But they cases went cold since there were almost no hints or tracks. 

Oh god .

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What am I eating?

Capricorn: Sinnful:

Day after day he cared for the old cathedral, being the only Pastor to talk to for the old village, in the dark times of WW1 being the voice of sanity that bring clarification for the desperate citizens. “God”, he asked one day, knees on the ground, “why does his happen to us? What did we do, our small village, to deserve being conflicted in this war?” God -  knowing that the higher sense of the things happening aren’t for this man to understand, the pastor knowing for sure that it is evi, tempted people creating chaos on earth - kept quiet and knew this was an inner war he had to fight for himself. The devil - listening as well - being sneaky and answering the man instead: “You want to know?”, he asked alluring. The pastor cried. “Yes..all this blood and murder..” Content the devil whispered into the ear of the Pastor, telling him all the sins of the people in town, showing him that there is no such thing as innocence.  No, every time someone dared to go to the confessional, it was not the Pastors voice answering him. Something dark devoured his soul that night, letting him lose hope in good and moral. And he shamed them. And he pushed their souls to the cliff in times of gruesomeness. And no one dared to put a foot into the church, even after the war. Because an old, bald man with bloodstained eyes wrote hieroglyphics on the wall at night, talked in gibberish and dared to haunt everyone who stepped into this holy place with their sinfull souls. 

Aquarius: Immoral:

24.11.2017. Day 23. I didn’t leave the labor for almost a month now. I am not interested in eating. I don’t want to sleep. I just...can’t stop hearing those screams of this...abstrusity the doctor shot two days ago.  I think he lost his mind. He thinks creating live is like cooking: grabbing some ingredients that seem to get along together and putting it all into one mixing bowl - hoping for the best. But that’s not it. That’s against nature, that is...disgusting. He is whispering names to those dead mutated baby animals. (Sophie, wasn’t it?) He hopes for them to live, but how are they supposed to live if they can’t even move their limbs? I wonder now, how far will he go? I am afraid he will test on me. I am a female, perfect to give birth to whatever he wants me to. I need to find a way out of here, before I become one of his subjects. He looks at me always a little too long at times. And he complimented my wide hips once.  I will hide this letter somewhere safe, so he won’t find it, but please, if someone’s gonna find this and me, nurse ▇▇ ▇▇▇ is no more, please, stop this madness. He has a cellar I am not allowed to go in, God knows what he is keeping in there, since I already know where he is keeping the animals. To whoever reads this, stay safe, don’t be fooled by easy money making like me.

Pisces: Otherworldly :

Mom doesn’t believe me.

She doesn’t believe that there is a Boogeyman in the closet, with yellow eyes and long, long fingers that tries to grab little children in their sleep. She doesn’t believe that when I close the door behind me, I can hear someone scratching at the other side of it. She doesn’t believe that there is someone standing in front of the window at night, that’s why I close the curtains always for her and force her to look away when the dark figures in the mirrors try to scare her. Mom hates the footsteps at night, but I just try to catch those bats that get into our attic every night. He sends them and tries to scare her so much so that she falls down the stairs and breaks her neck. 

Mom didn’t believe me back then and years later after I died in this house she still tries do deny the evil in it. But I am here to protect her. Even tho she is afraid of me, I love her and will forever be by her side. 

[ravenclawismyjam]

Episode 15 Rayan The ending we truly deserved

I couldn’t let it go and had to write this. I HAD TO. I am too thirsty. All written in one go, just how I wished the episode to end. My first ever fanfiction. Feel free to read (without wasting AP), like and share (with giving credits).

MCLUL Episode 15 – alternative ending Rayan (proof-read version)

‘Honestly, I’m used to it. He must have run into someone he knows and show up in five minutes. Or in a couple of days.’, Amber said indifferently. I sent Nathaniel a text message telling him where we were and joined the others that already found a place to sit a few metres behind the food truck. The cotton candy sent a sugary rush through my body and I got even more excited about the rest of the evening. While the group was chatting lightly and enjoying the food, Nathaniel reappeared from behind the bushes and joined the group. ‘Where have you been all this time?’, asked Rosa curiously. Nath sat down next to his sister. ‘I went to the toilets but they were out of order so I had to go to the other side of the park to find other ones and on the way back I didn’t see you right away. I see you all had food already?’, he said while glancing around. ‘Yeah, we didn’t know if you wanted any but you can have the rest of my churros. I am already full.’, Amber said while passing him an almost full tray of churros with cinnamon. I looked at her but didn’t bring up the topic.

While Nath dug in, we decided to all go to the Ferris wheel as our next destination. The pods allowed only two people at the same time so I went together with Chani while the others found themselves into pairs as well. I couldn’t help but think about how romantic this would have been with Rayan. Maybe next year, we could visit the fair as a regular couple. For all it was worth, at least I was going to spent the rest of the evening with him. I smiled. Chani brought me back. ‘I am sure he would have liked it as well.’ ‘Wait, what? Who?’ She giggled. ‘Professor Zaidi, of course. I can tell from the look on your face that he is on your mind right now. Any plans to see him soon?’ I was certain that this girl had a promising career as a mind-reader ahead. ‘Uhm, yeah, later tonight actually. He has to grade some papers, but we will meet once our group is done with the fair.’ ‘Lucky for you then. It seems like most of us are already quite tired and ready to go home.’ She nodded to the pod behind us. Rosa was resting on Leigh’s shoulder with her eyes closed.

When everybody was back on the ground, most of us said their goodbyes, leaving only me, Chani, Priya, Morgan and Alexy. I took my phone out, to text Rayan to check if he was still awake and up to meet. After all, it was only around 9pm. He answered immediately ‘Yes, I have been waiting already eagerly for you and your lips. All papers are graded for today, I think I deserve a break.’ He sent me an address. ‘Let’s meet there.’ My heart skipped a beat. Was this the address to his place? Was I finally allowed to see his apartment? And more importantly, had he changed his mind about this line we hadn’t crossed yet? ‘EARTH TO CANDY, DO YOU COPY?’ I almost dropped my phone and just barely managed to catch it. Alexy looked at me suspiciously. ‘Did you hear anything I just said?’  ‘Uhm, what?’ The others laughed. ‘Alexy and I will go for a final ride together but the girls want to go back to the dorms’, said Morgan. ‘What are your plans now?’ I looked at my phone. ‘Uhm, I have something else to do but I will walk to the exit with the girls.’ I gave out a round of hugs and headed to the entrance gate of the park. I checked the address on my phone and it seemed to be no less than a 10-minute walk from here. I waved Chani and Priya goodbye as they went the opposite direction towards campus lightly chatting.

Usually, I would have been a little scared to walk by myself during the night but the street lights kept everything bright and I barely came across other people. After a few blocks, I noticed a familiar silhouette standing on the side walk. I waved at Rayan and he took a few steps towards me to hug me tightly. The street was pretty empty, apart from loud chatting coming from a little tapas bar at the corner. Feeling Rayan’s strong arms around me made shiver a little from excitement. I inhaled he is cologne and felt the warmth of his body. After a while, he let go of me. ‘Why are we meeting here?’, I asked, naturally curious. ‘Well, I figured we both didn’t have a proper dinner, unless you want to count candied apples and cotton candy as healthy meal choices. And I didn’t have time to cook anything so I thought we could get some tapas here as takeaway.’ Just that second, my stomach let out a loud grumble. Rayan laughed, ‘Seems like we have a deal.’ We entered the little shop and went up to the counter. The people on the small tables inside did not take any notice of us whatsoever and continued with their conversations. Rayan and I chose a variety of tapas samples with different toppings which the waiter packed into a cardboard box with the restaurant’s name on it. Rayan paid and we left the little restaurant.

‘We are we off to now? Are we going to eat in the streets or do you have another idea?’, I glanced at him, hoping he would suggest what I was hoping. ‘I really like this restaurant and I come here a lot because it is only one street away from my place. I thought, we could go there to eat.’ Having him actually say the words, made my heart skip a beat. The day at the beach came to my mind, when he said he was ‘old-fashioned’ about certain things and wanted to get to know me better. Rayan had already gone a few steps ahead and turned around, ‘I-I-I mean, only if… you feel comfortable, of course’.  He looked a little nervous. After making sure that the street was empty, I gave him a quick but passionate kiss. Reassured, we turned into a side alley and Rayan got his keys out. His apartment was in a big building covered in red bricks with big windows. ‘It’s on the 7th floor but there is an elevator, don’t worry’, he said after noticing me inspecting the stairway. Carrying our tapas bag in one hand, he pressed the button and the doors closed. I felt his hand holding onto my waist and pulling me closer. No matter how much fun I had on the fair with the others, something was telling me that the best part of the day was still ahead.

Rayan’s apartment was just as I imagined it to be. We entered the living room that featured a big couch in the corner, a TV, a shelf with some DVDs, a huge wooden desk covered in papers, next to a bookshelf full of art books. Here and there were some pot plants. Through an arch door, I could see a small but nice kitchen and on the other side was a closed door, presumably to the bedroom. I wondered if I would get to see the whole apartment tonight. Rayan went into the kitchen while I inspected his DVD collection and he came back with the tapas on a platter, a bottle of wine and two glasses. It looked incredible. He set everything on the little couch table a joined me on the couch. He had barely time to sit down, when I already jumped on him and kissed him tenderly. He reciprocated the kiss while stroking my hair behind my ears. Our lips parted just to meet again a few seconds later and yet, it felt like forever. I rubbed my nose into the nook on this neck while he held me tight, kissing my forehead. I had no idea how a man could have such an effect on me. It is almost as if all my sorrows have been blown away just by being with him. We stayed like this for a while longer before our stomachs signalled us to start eating. While we sampled all the different kinds of tapas and enjoyed a glass of wine, we talked about whatever came to our minds.

‘I can tell you, a trip with the other university staff feels quite like back in the days when I was in high school and we went on class trips. Some things never change.’, Rayan said, concluding his anecdote about his recent seminars. I was snuggled in his arms, listening to his story, feeling his warmth and heartbeat. ‘Are you still awake?’, Rayan leaned forward to check if I had my eyes open. ‘Yes, sir, I am awake’, I said smirking and planted a kiss on his lips, ‘But you have to admit that it is running somewhat late.’ Rayan looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost midnight. ‘If somebody knew that you were at your Professor’s place in the middle of the night, you would be in some serious trouble, Miss.’ ‘Would I?’  I raised an eyebrow and moved my face closer to his. Without blinking, almost like a dare, I whispered ‘I feel like you could even be in bigger trouble. One-way ticket to hell, remember?’  He chuckled. ‘Well, if I am already in trouble, I have nothing to lose.’  With a sudden movement he tugged his arms around my waist and stood up, lifting me from the ground. I couldn’t help but letting out a surprised scream while managing to wrap my legs around his waist not to fall down. Unerringly, Rayan carried me towards the closed door, opened it and dropped me on the bed in the room behind it.

(From here on it gets a little less child-appropriate, enjoy, hehe)

The fresh sheets felt cold and soft on my skin. ‘You, Miss, must have had too much wine. As your Professor, it would be irresponsible to let you go home like this. You will have to spend the night here, let me help you with that.’  He started to zip my pants open and I pretended to resist for a little before taking of my shirt myself. Rayan stared at me for a moment, and even though his face had a soft expression, his eyes were already hungry to undress the rest of me. I helped him get rid of the remaining layers of his clothes until we were both only in underwear. I dragged him to me on the mattrass while kissing him passionately. He responded with even more passion which let me moan lustfully. This man made me go crazy. His lips moved downwards along my neck to my breasts and caressed them gently. In an instant wave of arousal, I dug my fingers into his muscular back. Then slowly but eagerly, my hands wandered down to his boxershorts, only to feel the outline of his erection pulsating. When I stroked the material of his boxershorts, he moaned lustfully and his lips found my lips again. With a quick hand movement, I freed his penis from the texile and stroked it with both hands. In the blink of an eye, Rayan got up to get rid of his boxershorts comepletly. While staring at the beautiful sight, a wave of lust overcame me and I had to get rid of all remaining texile as well. Rayan took a little wrapper from the top drawer of his night stand before lowering his head between my legs. For a split second, I felt as if my world was going to explode with desire as his tongue started carassing my most private parts. My fingers entangeled in his hair, ‘Ra-rayan…I-I want you so bad.’ Rayan stopped what he was doing and with one hand touched my cheek while with the other unrolled the condom on his penis. He leaned over me and kissed me. I could taste myself and him at the same time which made me go even wilder, longing for that sweet release. With one push, Rayan had entered me which made both of us moan simultaneously. He looked at me for reassurance but I just kissed him with all my love while he started moving inside me. It was official, every fiber of my body was hopelessly devoted to this man and every move he made. The sweet ecstasy I felt when I was around him was like a drug that had me completely hooked. After an intense eternity that yet felt like it lasted for only a heartbeat, Rayan and I reached our climax at the same time and fell next to each other, heavingly breathing and sweating.

(Everything innocent from here on)

His hands located mine and our fingers crossed. ‘I have never felt like that with anyone.’, he said. I looked at him softly, ‘Me neither’. I truly meant it. After lying there for a while, Rayan got up to shower and laid a fresh towel on the bed for me. I heared the water dripping from the bathroom and followed him, the towel in one hand. He was rinsing off the sweat, when I stepped into the shower cabin and hugged him from behind. His skin was still burning hot but the cold water refreshed me as well. After the shower, we decided to sleep and he offered me one of his shirts to sleep in. While he was brushing his teeth, I snug under the blankets, trying to realize everything that had happened today and how our relationship developed. I didn’t care that we would have to keep it private because if this was private, then it was all I needed. Just me and him together, that was all that mattered. And while I snoozed off, I noticed Rayan’s arms gently wrapping around me, holding me tight. The vacation was off to a good start.

[glasshipping]

100 Glasshipping Questions! Lets go!         Parto 2

11. Are they a super sappy couple?

Uhm… depends. Yes they openly show that they are together (under normal circumstances, not in Dauphin), like going hand in hand and they also kiss outside even when other people are around. Again, its just how Youma has been together with Silence and of course that’s what he teaches Nocturn. Nocturn on the other hand enjoys it a little (or more then a little) to show off with his beautiful boyfriend hehe! He is like Quasimodo in his Light of Heaven-song – he lives in Paris and he sees romantic pairs ALL THE TIME (it’s the city of love after all and that is really true! Its not just a saying) and now he don’t have to be jealous from afar but can be part of them… and yes, he enjoys that. He also really keeps an eye on homophobic people, because he don’t want Youma to feel bad (he erases their thoughts right away before they can express their hate or show it in body language).  

But they are not the kind of pair that throws around “sweethears” and “darlings” all the time, or complimenting each other and sappy things like this.

12. How did they get together?

Depends on the story ^^°  I think its always more an… accident. They are never “love at first sight”; they always need to get to know each other, to see behind what is seen at first glance… Youma is not just the beautiful, always grumpy prince and Nocturn is not just the evil maniac. In Pianist it has been more or less love at first… hearing for Nocturn, as he fell in love with Youmas/Clovis’ voice, but he where fast turned down by his personality. They always first need to work together, learn from each other in order to turn hate/sceptism/dislike into something where love can grow. But it always also depends on the circumstances.  

13. Who asked the other to get married?

I can see both actually. But I teeeend to think that Youma would be the one, because Nocturn would maybe be to insecure to do so.

14. Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?

How does “staying up late” connect to “stupid jokes”??? Both stay up late, as they are night-active and no one of them makes stupid jokes.

15. Who is the nerd?

Youma is the flower and botanic nerd (wrong element, my boy xD) and Nocturn the music-nerd!

16. Who knows the most obscure facts?

Youma cannot know any obscure facts, since he comes from a different timeperiod (or maybe that makes all his knowledge obscure…) and Nocturn is actually quite intelligent! I would say he has an actually broad knowledge, especially on the cultural field. His knowledge about music, literature, French history and existentialism al’a Sartre may seem obscure for demons or Wächter for that matter, but not for a common, academic Frenchman.

17. Who makes the other a flower crown?

Ouuuuuuuu ///////////// what a cute question…. *gets all blushy and happy* Youma. Absolutely Youma. He makes beautiful flower crowns for Nocturn and then Nocturn puts them down, just to crown Youma….

*happy sigh* so romantic and deep and… aaaah //// is there something more romantic?

18. Who likes to read?

Both! Youma just has a limited variety because of language barrier, but we saw him reading a lot back in Aeterniem, where he tried to hide himself behind books. From Blue we know that Nocturn has a very well-used bookshelf, so, yeah he reads a lot. Mainly from French authors though, but also German and English classics or children books from HC Andersen. But Nocturn cannot always read, he has to be in the mood for that, as he is way to active. He has trouble with being calm. But when he reads then he is absolutely gone and no one can reach him until he reached the end of the book.

19. Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?

If it comes to “annoying”… it has to be Nocturn xD it CAN only be Nocturn. He loves to annoy him and he is good at it.

20. Who tutors the other?

Nocturn tutors and Youma nurtures hehe! I don’t think I have to say more, we see how Nocturn teaches Youma how to fight and kill – but he teaches him more then just that…

[siarven]

11/11/11 Tag

Tagged by @fatal-blow​, thank you!! <333 

there are so many tag things waiting for me and I’m procrastinating everything but this looks fun so here we go!

1.       How many wips do you have going on right now?

Uhhhh.....in terms of active wips I have two! As Dreams Collide and Like Dragons of Old. Though Dreams is more active than Dragons, right now, because dammit I have to finish something once. Both are the first in a trilogy, but Dragons is probably going to escalate very badly and be 400k long. I hope Dreams stays under 200k XD 

Counting on-hold WIPs all in all I have ... 9? I bet none of them will stay standalones, so ... far too many. :’D Whyyyy can’t I do short things.

2.       Loud clicky keyboards or quiet keyboards?

Hmm I started typing “quiet keyboard�� but then realized that mine clicks pretty loudly so I guess.... I like keyboard sounds? XD 

3.       Who was your first OC?

That is a very good question. I don’t really remember? I’ve never written fanfic so all characters in all my stories were original (well, sort of, some were very similar to characters from my latest fave book.... xD) I told myself stories long before I could write... I think it might have been a tiger xDDD 

I think my “first proper” OC is Ilien, who’s been ghosting through my stories for a pretty long time now. He’s now one of the main characters in Firewings, an immortal, 500-year-old sort-of-mercenary who is known by others as “fog rider” (It sounds better in German...) and most people think he’s a myth. He wears only white and runs around at night killing poeple-eating monsters and saving those stupid enough to be caught by them. Firewings sort of grew around him and his accidentally-adopted-daughter :D

4.       Are there any common themes that come up in a lot of wips or characters?

I really, really love hope punk since its creation last year! I think the theme in that would be ... weaponized kindness and compassion and hope? xD

Grey morality is 100% my thing

I usually have some sort of dragon in any given story, does that count as a theme?

Also, really mean, creative magic systems and the cost of power

I love the found family trope :’3

platonic love!!!!!!! (but also all other kinds of love)

stories!

uhhhh probably more but I can’t think of anything

5.       Are there any genres you currently write for now that you never thought you would write for when you first started?

Uhhh not really xD I’ve always loved fantasy stories and my stories are still mostly fantasy xD 

6.       Do you typically spend more time developing/creating protagonists or antagonists?

Hmm I think it’s definitely protagonists xD I usually start developing them far earlier, too, and then the antagonists sort of come after xD

7.       Do you have a line you’ve written that you really like? Post it if you do!

I can’t think of one right now, probably because the only thing I’ve written during this past month has been an “Overly Detailed Outline” of As Dreams Collide. XD

8.       When you’re coming up with a new wip, where do you usually find inspiration?

There are so many ways! Usually it starts with a character, or a place, or a concept, and then it grows around that. Or “what if”s! I also really like pinterest for character/place/mood inspiration :3 I’ve found that my most creative ideas usually come from non-fiction talks, novels, or documentaries (or travelling). Especially when these things are about something connected to nature :3 

As Dreams Collide started with a certain “mood” and an image I had in my head back in 12th grade, which I then wrote down, made a short story out of, and then it turned into a novel during NaNoWriMo 2014. It’s something completely different now and even that original mood and image are gone, but it’s grown with its characters and the world and I really like where it’s going. The original idea was quite similar to a lot of other things, which was fine... but it’s much more original now, and I really, really like that :3 Also it’s much more me than that original idea would’ve been xD 

Like Dragons of Old started with the idea of a half-feral kid being raised among towering stacks of books in a library, with stories being a very important theme. (I got that idea from listening to a talk by Neil Gaiman about the importance of stories and, specifically, libraries). Then another kid emerged, who’d been born in the library, and LDOO evolved into a story of two children who loved each other more than anything else in the world, but would grow up to make a single different choice under the very same circumstances which would set them on drastically diverging paths, and who would end up as terrible enemies one day, while still loving each other. 

I realized quite quickly that it would have to be a trilogy, and I also really liked the idea that they’d start out as kids and grow up in the first one, be apart from one another in the second, and be around 40 or 50 years old during the last book, when everything had escalated to its worst point and they would meet again on opposing sides. 

Timbre and Selandri slowly turned into people, and the world(s) they would live in mostly emerged from inspirational photos and art that I found on pinterest :D

The magic system and gods came from a long brainstorming session, with me deciding in the beginning that it would be sound/music magic and tree gods, and then trying to figure out how to make that into a cool thing.

Onii, the phoenix who chooses to look like a chicken, happened because I really wanting a chicken in the story, but one who wouldn’t die from old age during it, and then she was suddenly a POV character x). 

It’s grown out of a bunch of random ideas and images that have next to nothing in common which I really loved, and it’s now my fave WIP ever. I have all of those random mini-ideas and concepts written on small pieces of paper, and all of them are stuck together so I don’t loose them in the chaos XD

Usually my best ideas are things that have nothing in common, get put in a big pot, stirred thoroughly, and are somehow “cooked” into a coherent story x)

Hm, this escalated a bit whoops

9.       Would you ever want to have writing as a career?

Yessssss

10.   What is your ideal writing environment?

I have a desk and there I sit and type XD Bonus points if I can listen to film/game scores, or instrumental music. Extra bonus points when there’s a thunderstorm outside and I don’t have to leave the whole day and can just write. :’)

11.   Pick your favorite question that I answered and answer it!

Well, you gave me the same questions, so... XD 

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I’m an idiot and also lazy so you all get the same questions because they were very good questions and I want to know your answers :)

instead of question 11 you get: What are your favourite 3 books and why? (it’s a great way to find new books hehe :D all the unread books in my bookshelf sigh in horror) 

I’m tagging @romenna @fynniana @madmoonink @kittensartswriting @raiswanson @paper-shield-and-wooden-sword @wilde-writing @theprissythumbelina @cirianne and anyone else who wants to x) Only if you want to, of course! :3

[iamjjmmma]

“Number All my Bones: There and Back and There Again” Part 2 Chapter 3

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I heard her yell, but she kept it muffled. At first, she stared up at me, looking as if I was going to all but pound her into the Earth’s core, but she did the one thing that I most certainly would not do if I was in her position… she closed her eyes. Although she hadn’t gone unconscious… her legs were still jerking, her arms still struggling to pull mine off of her… her eyes were closed. I knew then that it was resignation, that it was something more than primal, something that was much, much more different than her firing that gun at my son until his hoodie started to smoke. But then I heard the others yell. Their voices overlapped against each other, some of the more voracious ones letting out a few expletives, but more than that, even more than that, I noticed there was one person who was silent. Silent even as Papyrus yanked me off of her, silent even as the last trickle of blood went down her nose before she pinched it. Asriel. It was Asriel, of all people, who hadn’t joined me. My breath stopped on its way out before Papyrus fled to her, put a hand to her nose to repair what must have been at least a deviated septum. In a few seconds, I heard her stop breathing from her mouth, and a part of me that was colossal back then wished that that meant she’d stopped breathing entirely. But she’d stood up. And blow me down if Papyrus wasn’t a mind-reader, because as soon as I thought that wish, he hoisted up Jessica and sat her down in the chair next to me. I tried taking at least one look at her, but she’d already turned herself away, hiding the majority of her face with a handkerchief. “We need to talk.” I was more than glad to. After all, Asgore had seemed happy to migrate to the other side of the kitchen, as if what I’d done had spread some sort of awful, toxic gas. But something inside of me fought off the cloud, if only for a second or two. I don’t know what started it, either. Maybe it was the sight of Jessica’s hair, all tattered and tousled like a broom’s bristles after being dragged through the snow one too many times. Maybe it was the sound I Papyrus made that I knew was utter disappointment when he sat down, somewhere between a sigh and a grunt. But whatever it was, something inside of me fought off the cloud. And the same thing that had fought off that cloud made me stare down at my hands and wonder for the second what the hel I was doing, what the hel I had done. “Papyrus, thank God you’re out. But you should’ve let me-” What was I saying? This was a human. But after a few seconds, it only took the sight of the gun still tucked into her dress to I didn’t let the flames of my lizard brain get out and transform themselves into words entirely, but I could still hear Jessica in the corner, taking one short heave as if she had something awful in her chest. “No. If I did, you would’ve hurt her even more than what you already did.” What you already did. The cloud came back in full force, and he must have seen me slump just a little in my seat. “You and I felt it, Papyrus.” “Felt what?” Now I’d done it. I’d steered myself directly where I didn’t want to go in the first place. For the second time, I’d have to explain myself, which just about made me so uncomfortable in my seat that I had to sit up to keep it off of my mind. “If this itch hadn’t been there, he’d still be alive.” I’d said it. I’d said it, and Jessica didn’t move, which in all sorts of ways was more startling than if she did move. Papyrus relinquished a slouch he’d been keeping to himself this entire time, and as he reared himself up to his full height, I realized I’d forgotten that he was, in fact, six foot two, his late brother only up to his shoulder the last time I saw him. He stood up, and it was as if my son gave me his shortness as a parting gift. I felt everything in me stop, rear up, yet everything inside of me also remind me that this was also my son. That despite it all, I was still a father. “Don’t call her that.” He sat down, and the shortness came to me even more. Before I knew it, I found myself slouching down to the point of my lower back starting to hurt, not wanting to come back up again. At least Jessica didn’t look to witness this type of humiliation. “Hurting her won’t bring him back, or anyone back. And she’s here to help.” I nodded. I knew this, knew all of this. If an Anti-Monster Department member showed up at my house without any sort of preamble, then I would be even more furious than I was. And perhaps Jessica wouldn’t  have lived as long as she did if she showed up to the door in her same, tiring, bureaucratic way. She showed up with her hand on her arm as if it was throbbing, looking straight towards the ground, crying, crying. I knew she was in the way that she shook, in the way that she sounded like she was laughing. If an Anti-Monster Department member showed up at our house crying, then they were here to at least tell me some news that would be remotely helpful before I could send them out again. Papyrus tucked his head over his shoulder, called out for Alphys. She didn’t come until a minute later, and I wasted my time a little, asking Jessica what happened with Sans and how before she tucked her own head inside her shoulder. Alphys sighed, tucked her lab coat off to the side. “Alright, guys,” she began. “So… about Betty. Let’s start with what we know about her. Then we can talk about trying to put a stop to her. We know the police won’t help us… Undyne especially knows… so we’ve gotta take this on ourselves.” Always Alphys. Always the scientific one. Always the ambitious one. If I wasn’t inundated with emotions, I probably would have taken her place, although who am I to say that? I can’t relive any of this, and I most certainly don’t want to relive any of this. “Gaster, can you go first?” “She’s an asshole.” Even Papyrus had to chuckle at that, and I felt the entire room swell in some sort of ripple that resembled what it was like before today. But too fast, too fast the ripple died down, and we all settled down into our own little clouds, into our own little thunderstorms. “Hehe...alright, w-we know that. I mean as far as facts?” “She has a pink SOUL, this much I know from research. As well as that pink SOUL representing fear.” After “fear”, I found that I couldn’t say anything more. “Th-that’s an excellent start.” After tugging on her lab coat once, she shuffled through a hodgepodge of papers, muttering to herself as she went through each one. So we talked, and we talked, and although I do contribute a few short sentences, I still felt as if I was drifting through a dream world I can’t quite discern as real yet. There were some things to me that echoed as real, such as the genuine wink Alphys gave Undyne when she used the word “pummel” to describe what we were going to do with Betty instead of “strategically eliminate.” But other things, things such as the blow of the furnace, the trail of dust that still lingered on my bookshelf, that weren’t real to me. That were too real to be real to me, if anyone can believe that. They’re too real to be tangible, and all of the things that made them palatable are null. They’re all null. Null. Null. Null! Now my thoughts started to combine the way they should. The Core… it had an emergency room that the university had built for “security purposes.” I had originally planned it to be equipped with a nullifier one could use in case of an overflow of the magic in the geothermal plant, but based on some of the monsters that came home weak from that building, I think the university had some more xenophobic plans with it. That thing could eliminate any sort of magic, used by any human or monster. If it could do that, could it even destroy them? “The nullifier room.” As if a rubber band had snapped, everyone stared at me. Jessica took a little while longer at first, but then her head finally raised from the crook of her arm. She stirred at something in her pocket, and I instinctively turned over to her in worry that the object in her pocket should be gun-shaped, but I couldn’t find anything amiss. “W-what do you mean?” “The nullifier room.” I explained everything about it, but also explained some of the confounding variables. Such as the need for the machine to warm up about a half an hour before it activated, the need for emergency transport… yes, yes, my thoughts were starting to come together. Everything was perfect. Everything was in place. I caught a glance of the telescope in his room, the door cracked open the slightest. No, it wasn’t. Everything wasn’t in place. But a few things fell into place. In an hour, we were all getting suited up, sounds of zippers and shifting plastic helmets hovering around my ears. Asgore was wishing the rest of us good luck, although resentment from a long, long time ago kept him from patting me on the back the way he did everyone else. Undyne was waving goodbye to us, having been told that Betty was unleashing some sort of plan against the cit, although no one knew quite what it was yet. The last thing we packed in the bags was two teleportation devices… one for Alphys and one for Jessica. Undyne would have packed the third one, but with a nod, she said that I was a “pretty capable monster for an egghead.” As I was strapping on my boots, one part of me wondering if I could still bring Papyrus with me while the other part knowing it would be foolish, and besides, he’d be better off without Jessica, she still came, speak of the devil. I barely heard the words come out. “I freed him, Gaster.” “What did you say?” “I freed him.” So she freed him. Hours and hours of research, more hours of frantically calling law enforcements, even some of the reasons why my son went to those cameras in the first place… none of those freed him. She did. When nothing else did, none of my scientific efforts did, she did. As we left the house, I was tall enough to knock her over, but I brushed myself to the side.

[shrubforhire]

Asks 1-50

i rly Alright strap in i guess,,

What’s your favorite thing about yourself? uhhhhhh,, Im v proud of my ear for music

What’s the best joke you know? Def the one from who’s line "Our top story today: Convicted hit man Jimmy 'Two-Shoes' McClarty confessed today that he was once hired to beat a cow to death in a rice field using only two small porcelain figures. Police admit this may be the first known case of a knickknack paddy-whack." Colin Mochrie is a fucking god

If you could only have one of your non-canon OTPs become canon, which would it be and why? I want Elanor and Tahani together so bad bitch,,,

What’s your dream vacation? New York!! Seein a bunch of shows and just chillin in the city :)

If you have a girlfriend, what’s the cutest thing she does? If you don’t, what’s something you do that you think is super cute? Oh my goSh theres so much to choose from fuck,, def one of my favs is she will add like tons of disclaimers to stuff before she says it. like if shes asking a question in class she’ll be like “so this is kind of a weird question, and i totally understand if this steps beyond the boundaries of what we’re talking about, but i figured i’d just ask anyways just in case...” oh my god shes so cute 

How do you prefer to spend your free time? MUSIC,, if i can just dick around and cover songs i like,, i am free

What’s a random fun fact that you learned recently? Bamboo is a grass!

When you play truth or dare, do you tend to choose truth or dare? Why I choose truth because I get nervous and once I was playing truth or dare and i had to kiss each of my friends, one on the lips, one by their cleavage, and one on the inner thigh. I did the first 2 and i was so nervous,, prolly cause i was gay as fuck, and right as i was about to put my face right by the vargooba i was saved by god because my nose started bleeding and i had to go inside,,,,,,,, lmao

What’s your favorite thing about being sapphic? That people assume im not so i can rly surprise em!

Who was your first lady crush? Hayley Williams. Hands down,, bitch

If you’re out, who was the first person you told? The last? (If you aren’t out, who is the first person you want to tell?) I didn’t rly come out ever super officially, so I guess my friend amulet when i told them i had a crush on Hayley Williams like right as I realized it lol.

What scares you the most about the future? The fear that I won’t be happy

Do you have a type? If so, what is it? C o n f i d e n c e also when ppl are really smart and responsible and just have a really good handle on their lives. That sounds rly fucking nerdy. Also when people just go for what they want.

Funniest childhood pet story? When my gerbil died I didn’t realize he was dead, and i was so surprised that he didnt run away when i opened his cage like usual. and he even let me pick him up!! i was like wow!! he’s in such a deep sleep. then i didnt feel his heartbeat and i was like oh fuck. this story isnt really funny oops.

What’s your aesthetic? gay shit,,, either v feminine in a rly hippie portland kinda way

What’s your idea of a perfect date? Have you been on it yet? not 2 flex but i planned the perfect fuckin date. first we went rollerskating and hungout at the arcade that they had there and played games. Then we got lunch at this rly cute market, and then we went on a walk that was strategically timed by me so we would get to this giant hill with a perfect view of the sunset. and i had planted a secret backpack in the trees with a blanket to sit on and another blanket to keep warm. and we got to snuggle & watch the sunset together (and our first kiss was right when the sun hit the horizon eeeeee)

What does your favorite color remind you of? playing the og nintendo ds

Quiet studier or loud studier? loud studier cause i talk to myself lol

Coffee, tea, or energy drinks? tea bih!! coffee and energy drinks make me anxious

What’s your stance on glitter pens? fuckin,,,, love

Do you believe in love at first sight? no, i believe in attraction at first sight, but love is a 2 way exchange

Who knows you the best and how did they get to know you? oh gosh,, its a toss up between stevie isaac and shay. they just fuckin,,, get it. stevie gets it cause we’re almost the same person. and shay and isaac,,,,, i still have no fuckin idea how they picked up so much info abt me so fast,, they both scary observant holy fuck

What’s your favorite question to ask? To answer? I love asking ppl about their partners and just seeing them gush hehe. Uhhh idk, im a whore & i’ll answer any fuckin q ppl ask me cuz it means they’re actually interested in what i have to say which is wild

Do you like camping? I LOVE CAMPING. Ive only gone fake camping where your car is right next to the tent,, but its still so fun!!!!!!!!!!!

Cats or dogs? (Hamster is an acceptable answer) Cogs. Dats

What does your dream house look like? A house that I can afford. And maybe w a balcony and a secret room that opens with the pull of a specific book from my bookshelf

What’s your random, useless superpower? solfeg. i can usually figure out a song in solfeg p fast 

Tell me about the most beautiful thing you can think of right now. my girlfriend

If you could only hear three songs for the rest of your life, what would they be? Masterpiece Theater III Haunted House  She’s a handsome woman

What’s the most stereotypical gay thing you do?? (Besides being attracted to women) keysmash

If you could time travel without any negative consequences, would you? Would you change anything? I would retake the SATs lol

What were you most afraid of as a child? Are you over that fear? Dying. not rly lol,,,, what happens to ur brain bro?? will all my memories from this life be gone???? wtf bro

Favorite mythical creature? i rly love mermaids,,,, and sirens

Have you ever dyed your hair an “unnatural” color? Would you? i havent,, if i didnt do theatre my hair would already be lavendar lmao

What’s your favorite book? invisible man

If you could live inside one fictional world, what would it be? pokemon

Most embarrassing story? theres so many,,,, oh my god. prolly when i was chillin in bed with this girl i was dating and then i got super bad period cramps and threw up in her bathroom and my mom had to drive me home in case i fainted,,,,,, i have not seen her since

Proudest moment? making my boss double over laughing 

What’s the most comforting smell you can think of and what does it remind you of? garlic,,,,, it means moms cookin :’)

Do you like fluff or angst more? oh my god i love fluff so much,,,, hhhh

What’s the last thing that made you smile? this short lil dog i saw at work,,,,, so kind

What’s the first thing that draws you to a person? (Romantic or platonic or both) c o n f i d e n c e

Your favorite place to be kissed? fuckin,, anywhere,,,,,,,,,,,,,im a v sensitive person

What’s your opinion on zoos? they’re kinda boring tbh,, 

Do you have any siblings? Are you close? i got 2 bros,, we have a good relationship but we dont hangout a lot

Did you have a favorite movie that you would watch over and over as a child? What was it? the year without a santa claus just for the miser brothers

Do you have any tattoos? If not, do you want any? If so, what are they?

What’s your go-to hairstyle? spaaaaace bunsssssss

What’s your favorite flower? it’s not a flower,, technically its a flowering shrub,,,, but i love hydrangea. the color changes based on the pH!! how fuckin cool is that shit??

Are you the first person to fall asleep at a sleepover or the last? Or somewhere in between? somewhere in the middle lol,, never first.

[bole-and-arrow]

Stability… of course. It was a common theme among the things he wanted.  Family, friends, a place to stay for more than a few weeks or months.

“The second card relates to your finances. Let us see what Menphina has to say.”

Falerin nodded. He wondered how the cards would allude to the varied and not always honest ways he had obtained what little gil he’d had in his life… A look of dawning realization crossed Ms. Aescante’s pale features upon the reveal of the next card.

“Ah… you say you are a former busker?” Her gaze moved to meet Falerin’s. “Did you happen to force your way to attain your finances somehow?”

“I guess so… I grew up on the road with my mother.  We made most of our money as entertainers. And the occasional con, but that was rare, I assure you. Hehe.” said Falerin.

Ms. Aescante returned the chuckle and smiled a little. “If you point to me of an individual who has been honest and just throughout their lives, I will say you are pointing to a liar.”

“You are not wrong, friend.“  Falerin smiled broadly. He delighted in keeping those around him in good spirits, but it was a bit strange to see such a mysterious and austere woman as her break her composure long enough to laugh and smile.   After only a few short seconds, she had returned to being soft-spoken and serious, as if her cheeriness had been an unpleasant, involuntary spasm, much like the cough she disguised it with.  Was she afraid to dispel the air of mystique she had cultivated, or was it something else?  Once again he caught the slightest hint of sadness lingering as she resumed her reading.

“Menphina suggests that your finances will come through assertion and creative endeavors.”

She spoke very quickly this time, no doubt trying to avoid letting her guard down any further.

“The third card relates to travel and communication. You would think such a thing would be within the realm of Oschon; however, it is Thaliak’s turn to have a say. With knowledge we may learn the cultures and languages of others. And with our travels, we gain further knowledge.”

Ms. Aescante’s hands once more moved across the cards and star globe as they danced their delicate ballet.  The card that materialized next was quite familiar…

“Hmm… Expanded Spire. By you wandering around the world, you’ve lacked stability, haven’t you?”

“We’ve seen that before…” said Falerin.  He looked solemnly at the card, all yellow and lightning and destruction raining from the heavens.  

“You’ve met many people, yet you’ve had quite turbulent relationships. "Please don’t take this the wrong way, but… Have you indulged in any kind of selfishness? Selfish behavior, selfish needs, that have turned your relationships sour?”

Falerin paled ever so slightly.  He had ruined what could have been the most enduring and important relationship of his adult life for a shallow, selfish thrill. Even  now, his selfishness had lead his dear friend Reonora straight back into the jaws of a beast that she thought she had escaped long ago.

“You need not say more.”  She shook her head, and Falerin was happy to move on. “Let us continue. The next card pertains to home, parents, children or extended family. Relationships of those closest to you, you could say. Nymeia oversees our destiny, and it is our destiny to have met all the people in our lives. Let us see what the Spinner has to say.”

Another wave of the hand and a snap of the wrist produced a card etched with the image of a pair of scales held by a rather fiery-looking woman.

“Have you been in trouble with authority figures by any chance?” M s. Aescante asked. “Have many people come down on you harshly? Perhaps I speak through my assumptions again, but… perhaps you are lonely?”

Falerin sighed,  avoiding eye contact by letting his eyes wander about the finery in the room. Once again, a question that cut to the quick.

“Well, my mother was my only family... And even then, not by blood. She was from an offshoot of the N tribe of Seekers. I ended up by myself when they wouldn’t take me in....  They weren’t well disposed to mouthy Hyur teenagers.”

“Hm... Clans are... quite particular.”  She smiled again, this time with an air of almost maternal concern. “The next card speaks of pleasure. Let us see what Llymlaen has to say.”

Falerin stayed silent and found himself looking at an incongruously plain and battered sword leaning on a nearby bookshelf.

“…Expanded spear. I must say, you quite get around, don't you?” Falerin snapped back to attention. “You aren't a fighter by nature, are you? You are happiest when duties are overcome with teamwork and compassion. You are happiest when everything around you is fair and harmonious. And, you are also happy surrounded by equal-minded company.”

“I guess you could say I get around... I'm glad you quantified that a bit more though.” Falerin cleared his throat politely. He had been surprised to hear a phrase of such bluntness coming from her.  It reminded him of Reonora, in a way.

“Ah. I admire your honesty. Not every day someone admits such a thing, yet is humble about it.”

“Yes... I think that's very fair.” he said, returning his attention to her, realizing that it behooved him not to be rude, even if he didn’t always like what he was hearing.

“The next card speaks of your health. Let us see what Oschon has to say.

…And there was that Spire card again, seeming to arise now just to tease him.

“Oh dear... do you... by any chance, have any kind of addictions or vices? Strong addictions, I may add.”

Falerin laced his fingers together and thought for a bit. He wasn’t beyond a night of drunken revelry or a game of chance now and then, and he had dabbled in a few illicit substances as well, but had never felt a need or craving for them.  The closest thing he had to an addiction was sex.  He’d been known to engage in several one night stands in a row with partners of varied genders when he was feeling particularly down.   But like with the other vices he had engaged in, he didn’t feel like he was enslaved by addiction.

“ Not that I can think of... Although I guess denial might be a sign to the contrary?”

“Perhaps. Do you lose energy easily? Low stamina, perhaps?”

“ Sometimes... Its not always easy for me to motivate myself to get out of a rut once I’m in one. Well, and I can’t even eat certain things without getting sick.” Falerin said. 

“I see. Make sure to keep a close eye on your health. Don't overexert yourself or take any unnecessary risks. The next card speaks of your love relationships, whether current or future. Let us see what Byregot has to say.”

Falerin took in a breath of air through his teeth,  unintentionally making a muffled hissing noise, for which he quickly apologized.  It wasn’t like him to show such obvious negative reactions to things people said about him; after all, that drew attention to his weaknesses… But this was hardly a typical conversation.   He should have known this topic would come up. After all, most of the fortune-tellers he had known made the majority of their living off of lovesick, hormonal teenagers.

Though Falerin had been through many romantic partners, he could count the actual “love relationships” that he’d had on one hand, and have fingers to spare… None of them had ended well either.