#so this random question goes a bit deeper xD

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appearing in your inbox for I think the first time ever while you've already sent many things to me aksjdjsja

uhhhhh how do you feel about onions?

Yes thank you

Good question- Basically I don't like em

I think I have a heightened taste to them or something since if there's the tiniest nothing speck of onion in my food, I WILL find it and pick it out. The taste and texture overpowers all the other flavors for me :P I do appreciate the flavor it can bring to a dish tho, so when I start to cook I'll add like a 4th of an onion and let it sit there, and take it out when it's ready to serve :D

Thank you for coming to My Ted Talk

Oh also onions have layers~

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This is Part 1, ✨History✨.

Okay, so I was working on typing up plot stuff for Joden's story that I'm still thinking of a name for, but it's getting really long so I'll post it in parts. :3

Also since this is really early in the story's creation pretty much everything is subject to change, but you get the idea of the general plot. XD

@ascendant-queen 💖

If anyone has any questions feel free to ask 👀

The story is set in a forested landscape,  tree dotted grasslands eventually giving way to deep forests climbing up the mountain slopes. The different kinds of animals live in self governing groups, with varying levels of interaction between them. 

The smaller critters like mice, rabbits, and squirrels mostly just live in large family groups throughout the entire region south of the Great Pine Woods.  They by far make up the majority of the population, and have no uniting ruler.

The cheetahs live in the southern plains, little baronies scattered all around.  Their diet consists of fish and smaller birds (? Might change that later haven't decided if the birds are sentient) and the cereal crops they grow.  They also trade these grains with the other animals in exchange for goods such as cloth and beads.  They love being fancy. They have this system of electing their rulers, but only members of the "nobility" (land owners) ever get voted in because of money stuffs.

The raccoons also form their own society working off the classic monarchy.  Their kingdom is built in the Eastern woods, with  their homes built up off the ground and literally in the trees.  In the most populated villages, rope and stick bridges connect these homes making swinging pathways in the branches. A lot of the smaller creatures choose to make their homes in the roots of the raccoon trees, as their territorial border patrol keeps out aerial predators and the occasional rogue fox.  Unlike the cheetahs,  the raccoons are small enough they have enemies to worry about, and are known to have an exceptional and disciplined military. 

The bear clans live high up in the craggy woods working their gardens, rather indifferent to what happens below and the rumors that they eat their visitors.

The foxes do not have any form of government or organization. Some live in groups and some alone, some pledge a mammal free diet and some hunt their neighbors.  As such they are not trusted by anyone. :/

Here is a map I drew up:

A few things are unnamed and the scale is a bit off but you get the general idea of layout. 👍

About twenty years before the story begins:

Down from the Northern pine woods a clan of foxes comes.  They are organized, armed, and angry, ready to claim some territory after being chased out of the north by the wolf clans.  Most of the southern foxes come to join their cause, pleased at the idea of them having utter lordship over the woods. Skirting around the great cats, they infiltrate the woods to the west and south after establishing themselves in the North. This was done easily with no opposition due to the small critters having no leader. They just swept in and conquered.

With this done they turn their attentions to the East.  The raccoons have watched this all  happen with great alarm.  King Cynric gathered his men in preparation of the attack, but still wasn't ready for the craftiness of the foxes'.  They came in great numbers from the south, engaging the king's soldiers in the clash of battle, while stealthy individuals crept past the border guards and set fire to the trees.  The wind and dry weather did its work, and the kingdom of raccoons fell to fire and bloodshed.  Most died in the fires that destroyed their homes, the remainder of them fled under the guidance of their prince, only to fall at the mercy of their waiting enemies.  Unprotected sows and their kits were slaughtered by the sword or captured and enslaved in the ruins of their home and all across the newly conquered forest.  

This song really fits the burning of East Wood and Rowan's side of the story.

Prince Rowan, however, rebelled at the enslavement of his people.  With his father the king now gone, he was left the protector of his people and despite his wife's urging, could not lay down in submission.  He gathered a small team of close friends and willing boars, bid his wife farewell, and left, hoping to gain more information on the foxes' plans and find a way to free his people.   Him and those with him were never heard from again. 

The cheetahs watched all this happen around them, and decided not to interfere, but rather formed an uneasy alliance with the foxes.  They didn't consider themselves in any danger of being conquered, but weren't bothered by their actions and wanted to avoid the bother of war.  The foxes were more than eager to sign peace with the cheetahs, knowing in that their conquest would be secure.  It is unknown whether the bears up in their western mountain range are even aware of the dramatic changes to the lower-lands.

The woods are now in an awkward state of affairs, the foxes holding a tyrannical rule over all their subjects. Soldiers are stationed in every town and village to "keep the peace", the inhabitants going about their lives in the fear they or one of their family members will be chosen as the next meal.  Most of the Southern foxes still prefer a mammal free diet, but one of the Northern invaders' main objectives is to secure easy prey for consumption.  

The "free" creatures are allowed to live their lives "as they would please", but have limited allowance to travel and must give payment at the end of every week to their resident "guardians".  This payment can be anywhere from a basket of wheat berries or a bolt of cloth to an older child.

The raccoons have a far stricter control placed over them, as they are viewed more capable of revolt.  Scattered across the foxes' open woodless territory small slave towns hold the remnants of Cynric's kingdom. They spend their days working for their masters, boar and sow alike, tending fields, cooking and cleaning, mining, etc.  They are kept under strict control with heavy penalties for disobedience. Their meal times are regulated, their sleep times, work times, housing, children, everything. It is in one of these dusty, dead towns Joden grows up in.

His mother is old enough she remembers what life was like in the old kingdom, remembers a life of freedom under the trees.  Joden's father died shortly after the foxes' attack, he is told later he was one of the faithful boars that accompanied Prince Rowan for his last stand.  She raises Joden on these tales, urging him to never give up the hope that they can one day be free.

It is for his mother's sake Joden's intense optimism grows.  Can he truly be considered a slave if he goes about his work with a smile and a song? If he willingly puts on the yoke and carries the load they have required, who is the one truly in control here?  They can enslave his body but they cannot enslave his spirit.  

As he gets older he also grows bolder.  Just being cheerful to lift his mother's spirits is not enough.  He wants the entire slave town to be free in the way he is.  They all go about their days in unnecessary gloom, only because they lack someone to lead them out of it.  By the time he reaches maturity the entire town looks to him as their leader, hoping that someday a hero will come to set them free and lead them home. He stands in for them against the cruelty of their masters, fighting for the justice of his small community of raccoons.  This often gets him into a good bit of trouble, which he somehow always manages to get out of and back home to his worried mother. 

He meets Twylla when she is relocated from another slave town by stepping in when a few of the slave masters decide to teach the new coon a lesson.  The girl had made no grave offense, just a slip in her understanding of the schedule this different camp functioned under.  It was a great surprise to her when a random coon detached himself from the troop marching past, and demanded they punish him in her stead.  He would take responsibility for the sow and her actions throughout her initiation and teach her obedience to their rules, all her mistakes laid to his shoulders instead.  This was agreed to, as they had nothing in particular against the new coon but did enjoy taking out their boredom on Joden who usually escaped from any attempts against him.  Twylla really had no idea what to think of any of this.  She helped him up off the ground with repeated apologies he gently brushed off. She very willingly trotted along after him as he taught her not only how to function in this new town, but also how to hope. Then later they get married. :3

Jaceryn is the son of a Cheetah land baron.  He has been raised in the lap of luxury, his father being the wealthiest of the barons and the cheetah's current elected leader.  He is a rather naive boy who has never left his Father's estate, but naturally has big plans on how he will make the world a better place.  He has grown up in a world where the foxes have dominion of all the forest outside his Father's control, and this is normal, but he doesn't understand what that means until he sees it for himself.  They have little raccoon slaves all over his Father's land that they purchased from the foxes, so the concept of raccoons being a race of slaves is kinda engrained in him.  There's no such thing as a "free raccoon".  

His mother instructed him to stay on his father's estate when he plays outside, but one day he gets curious like young boys do, and decides to venture into the trees.  He really likes the way the forest feels and goes deeper and deeper, thoroughly enjoying himself when he hears voices and decides to investigate.  He comes across a raid in a woodland village, the fox overlords collecting their taxes.  He sees the children ripped from their mother's arms, the weeping villagers, the carts of goods and the miserable raccoon slaves pulling them, and the jeering,  laughing faces of the fox soldiers and the injustice burns within him.  It is true the foxes defeated them in battle, so the captives are their spoils of war, but this is unnecessarily cruel oppression and he hates it.  He hates that his own people- free people- are doing nothing to change this and he resolves to be the one that frees the slaves.  His parents are told this scheme by their proud little thirteen year old and are very quick to try and dissuade him.  Not only is this a dangerous task for him to undertake, but this also holds the possibility of starting a war that neither of them wish to fight.  Jacer agrees to "abandon" the dream to put his parents fears to rest, but secretly continues plotting and preparing his coup.  It would be risky, and he would need to be sneaky.  Break into a camp and take out the guards, let the little coons run free…

He went on frequent trips out to the forest to swing around in the branches and practice creeping silently through the underbrush.  The other cubs his age wrote him off as a weirdo, so he went alone.  His father eventually began to worry about him on these trips, remembering how impulsive his son can be at times.  It had been years since Jacer had talked about his quest to end slavery and had shown no signs that he still held that belief so his father thought nothing of purchasing Jacer his own personal slave.  This slave's job would be companion and voice of reason and just general personal servant.  

This is probably where the actual story would start lol, so all that is setup. XD

I'll share more as I finish writing it, cause I'm really excited about this story. :3

[lutrain2020]

Meet the Creator!

Introducing: Squido!

Commission:  I haven't and don't really intend to. I don't want to take anyone's hard-earned money. Just ask me to draw things and there's a good chance I will.

Social Media:  Tumblr: @sky-squido​ AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/sky_squido/pseuds/sky_squido

Tell us a little bit about yourself!

Call me Squido! I love to draw and write but I'm also super extraverted and I love interacting with humans so always feel free to chat with me! Aside from drawing and writing, I just love being outside and have a tumblr sideblog dedicated exclusively to nature photos I take. I love mountains, the ocean, the sky, and just about everything else in this beautiful world of ours! If you ever feel like having an internet stranger give you a thousand word rant, ask me why my favorite color is blue and you will not be disappointed!

What got you into creating? what inspires you to keep creating?

I've been drawing for as long as I can remember and can't seem to stop, though I take long breaks sometimes I always seem to come back to it again. I try not to have anything in mind when I draw, but to start sketching and let the drawing happen. Sometimes I find that what I'm trying to draw is not what my drawing wants to be (if that makes any sense) and change what I'm making halfway through. It makes drawing a really relaxing and carefree therapeutic experience! Writing is different. I've always enjoyed writing, but I didn't write much and never shared my writing with anyone because I thought it was super pretentious. It wasn't until entering High School and joining the literature club and making a deal with a friend that we'd share our writing with each other that I actually gained any sort of confidence in my ability and sought to improve it. Being in that club and sharing my pieces at the open mics was a really encouraging experience! I invite everyone to share their writing, even if it's with some random internet stranger (I'm open anytime!) if they're unsure of their abilities. A little encouragement goes a long way! Now that I'm on Discord, ao3, and tumblr, I receive so much more feedback than I ever have before! It's been super encouraging! What inspires me most is definitely nature. Even if my ideas aren't directly related to the outdoors, I get my best ideas there. Fandoms are also a great idea generator. The sheer volume of headcanons and prompts is enough to make me dizzy with ideas!

What's your creative process like?

I love sketching. My favorite thing about drawing digitally is that I can sketch as much as I like and never worry about wasting materials! Often times my sketches turn themselves into drawings without permission and other times they stubbornly remain sketches for all eternity. I always dive right in because I have no patience and the idea I started out with generally isn't that great but in the process of pursuing it, it spirals out of control and sometimes the idea gets better and sometimes it gets worse but I just kinda roll with it. Creating is a really chill process for me and while I regularly scream stuff like "I'M DRAWING ON THE WRONG LAYER NONONONONONO" or "NO HECK FRICK SHOOT IT SMUDGED HECK HECK GET THE ERASER QUICK," the creative process is a great way for me to unwind. I'm the same way about writing. I never plan or outline and just kind of roll with things. I mean I generally have the basic jist in mind, but I try to not have a plan so I can keep the story driven by the characters and not force them into acting the way I wanted them to in the outline I made hours or even days ago. Creating is my opportunity to break free so I don't really see what good a plan or outline does me. I'm a pretty spontaneous person!

What kind of mediums do you like to use?

I like to take pictures, but it's not really my main focus. I've been mostly digitally drawing—I use my iPad Pro and Procreate—but lately I've been pencil sketching with just your average everyday mechanical pencil (I'd forgotten how nice the texture of paper was! Clearly I spent too much time drawing on my iPad!). I have these Stabilio chalk pastels I love to pieces, but have also spent a great deal of time with watercolors. Digital is my primary medium currently, though.

Is there a specific scene wrote that you are particularly proud of?

"Sky’s golden scales are glowing with reflected light from the sun while beneath them, the same pulsing blue in her mane runs like a river as her very skin is alive with electricity. The sun’s beginning to dip, fading through the color wheel from yellow to deep orange to scarlet and the world is bathed in watercolor and hue shifted through the rainbow until all that was blue becomes red. This new alien world begins to darken as red fades to deep purple-pink, the clouds catching last vestiges of gold in their pillowy folds, yet Sky continues rippling with lighting, the bright blue flowing like blood through her veins and the gold shimmering in the eerie azure glow. We weave through the winds and zephyrs and I close my eyes and let the breeze caress my hair and when I reopen them, I’m standing back on the ground again in a world long since darkened by night. I place my hand over my beating heart where Sky is still laughing with joy and smile because once you’ve awakened your dragon, you don’t need wings to fly anymore."

Is there someone who inspires you and your writing or art?

Every fanartist and fanfic writer that posts their stuff online is an inspiration to me. Even if their stuff isn't very good—especially if it isn't very good—it's a huge testament to the courage of the creator and their bravery in expressing themself! I sat on fanfic and fanart for years and never shared it and here were kids half my age putting out art that was their first experiment in a new medium and a little shaky but it was still out there and they were still being supported by the community and that really inspired me to reach out and stop lurking in fandom and actually get involved!

is there something that you struggled with that made you grow as a creator?

I feel like everyone has these periods where they were just gaining confidence in their artistic ability but suddenly everything they make is trash and they're not happy with any of it and they feel so down and worthless and "where did all of my hard-earned ability go? Will I ever get it back?" I think this is a pretty common experience and when I find myself there, I find it most helpful to share what I make anyway, even if I hate it, with someone who I know will give it to me straight because they'll point out the deeper problems—the root of the issue—that I hadn't even noticed and I can use that information to grow as an artist. Bad pieces are just as valuable as good ones. There was also a time where I had a lot of trouble developing a style. I did a lot of experimenting and never found anything I liked. What happened is I just kept drawing and whatever popped out eventually evolved into my style. I used to get frustrated that I couldn't draw anything without a reference, but after years and years of using references and drawing some of the same things over and over again, you won't need the references anymore. I mean, they're great and you should always feel free to use them, but over time, you won't need to look up a picture of every little thing you try to doodle.

What got you into writing or art?

My silly twitchy fingers can't ever seem to stop drawing! Same with writing. Words and ideas follow me around, little plot bunnies pestering me until they get written down somewhere. I was greatly inspired by the works of C.S. Lewis in my writing, especially his Cosmic Trilogy. My art style was aided by Hiromu Arakawa's Fullmetal Alchemist, which was a valuable stepping stone in developing my own style. Other than that, it was my own insatiable desire to MAKE THINGS that spurred me onwards. I don't think I could stop if I tried!

What's your favorite part of the creative process?

After you've got that first paragraph and you've found a flow and you've got a topic and you just GO. I get into the zone and the story starts happening on its own and I'm not an author anymore, I'm just a channel between the world of the piece and the page. That's my favorite. I love watching things take shape. I love shading a sketch for these same reasons. The whole drawing comes together and becomes A Thing and it's the most exciting time to be a creator. Something else inside you has taken over and you're just along for the ride. I have no idea if my experiences are common at all but this is what it's like for me!

What's your least favorite part of the creative process?

EDITING. I HAVE ZERO PATIENCE. THE THING IS DONE. WHY DO I HAVE TO KEEP LOOKING AT IT. CAN I POST IT YET. This leaves me with a lot of holes in what I make and I can't do a very clean, super detailed drawing unless it's for an art class and I'm forced to keep working on it. I have a terrible habit of never proofreading my things!

What's your favorite type of scene to write?

AAH hard question! I love writing description and places where I can really let my inner 19th century romantic be unleashed but I also love a good emotional moment between two characters. Something tense. I like fight scenes, but I try to keep them brief and interesting. Sometimes I find scenes where I have no idea what's going on and I try to avoid that, but it's really hard sometimes.

What's the hardest for you to create?

I have so much trouble with endings. I can generally figure something out, but there's always a moment of panic before the end like "heck I wrote everything I wanted how do I wrap this up????" That's probably a byproduct of me planning nothing XD I sometimes have trouble with characterization and making sure everyone acts the way they actually would. The hardest part is continuing after you have an "oh heck what do I do now" moment that breaks you out of your zone and all of your ideas and plot threads turn invisible or evaporate or go wherever it is they go when you're looking for them.

What's your favorite genre to write?

ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST. Wellll... scratch that. I love something adventure-y and plot driven with a lot of really meaningful character interactions. I've always had trouble putting my writing into genres, but I guess that kind of speaks for itself in a way.

What fandoms do you enjoy creating for?

Linked Universe is the fandom I have created and posted the most for by a LONG SHOT. I found LU shortly after making my tumblr and I joined the Discord shortly thereafter. Since then, it has been nonstop inspiration and creativity for me! I tend to get sucked into one fandom and it consumes me for a few months before I silently drift out of it and never think about it again. LU is the fandom I've been the most active in EVER though—and it's still going—so there's a good chance I'm never getting off this ride.

What's the work you are most proud of?

AAAAAAAAAAH MY BABIES. okay um here's the first and only fanfic I've ever posted anywhere but I'm really happy with: https://sky-squido.tumblr.com/post/618964544219463680/turn-back-time-a-linked-universe-fanfic I have a lot of other pieces kicking about, but they're not fandom so I haven't shared them yet. I probably will after I touch them up a bit.

Do you have any fics inspired by real life stories?

Not really? I don't really know where my ideas come from to be honest!

Where do you post your finished works?

my tumblr. I tag stuff #squido writes and #squido draws so you can find them easily. I also put them on the discord but they get lost in the stream of other works pretty quickly so stick to my tumblr. I also have an ao3 now! https://archiveofourown.org/users/sky_squido

If you have any fun stories about the pieces you made, please do share!

Turn Back Time was actually live written in the Discord, but entirely unplanned and in the #angst channel! It was just a headcanon but then I started describing it and like 2 hours and 5k words later I'm sitting in the Discord like "what just happened??"

[queen-scribbles]

OC Info-Trick

tagged by @haledamage​ (who wastes no time :P) to share my MC from Shepherds of Haven. Disclaimer: she’s still very rough and in development bc I’m not even done the demo yet, so none of this is set in stone, but there’s enough to her I think I can manage. ;D 

GENERAL

name: Elyana Trick, but no one uses her first name. NO ONE. Tbh, no one who’s met her in the last...eight or nine years knows she has one. She’s just Trick.

alias(es): Siren

gender: cis female

age: 26

place of birth: unknown, raised in Maj

spoken languages: just common for now

sexual orientation: straight

occupation: captain in the Shepherds, occasional bodyguard or tavern server

APPEARANCE

eye colour: dark, dark brown. Practically black, unless the light hits them just right, then they look chocolatey, faint glow of iladrin

hair colour: coppery reddish-brown, white streak just to the left of center from her Hunter heritage. She usually wears it it a dutch braid

height: 5’9”

scars: a few. Slash on one shoulder, little white nicks at the base of her right thumb, slash hidden under her hair behind her left ear, clean-through bullet scar on her left thigh. Nasty scar on her right shin from a compound fracture that broke through the skin; that one still.aches and makes her limp a little in bad weather.

burns: pretty much the whole left half of her face; jawline up to an inch above where her eyebrow would be if it was still there. misses her nose by about an inch(that eye’s a bit clouded and she’s blind on that side) and goes over her ear practically to the scar that’s back there. Acid burn on the outside half of her left hand.

overweight: no

underweight: no, but she pushes it sometimes

FAVOURITE

colour: anything dark/neutral; black, greys, deeper or greyish greens or blues etc and silver

music genre: Think The Witcher 3 or DAI OST

movie genre: thrillers

tv show: procedural dramas

food: she doesn’t really have one? She’s gotten so used to making do with whatever’s available. 

drink: larkon cordial

books:  She’ll read anything, but her favorite’s mysteries

HAVE THEY

passed university: no. She’s self-taught for all her Magic and never had formal schooling.

had sex: no

had sex in public: no 

gotten pregnant: no

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: no

gotten tattoos: yep. She has three; one around her left bicep, two around her right forearm, all.... blocky, art-deco-y curls. (Think the dwarven Casteless tattoos in Dragon Age, that sort of thing.)

had a broken heart: yep.

been in love: ...maybe? She’s pretty slow at realizing these things

stayed up for longer than 24 hours: ...yes

ARE THEY

a virgin: yes

a cuddler:  yes, both romantically and platonically

a kisser: yes

scared easily: no 

jealous easily:  no

trustworthy: yes 

dominant: depends

submissive: depends

in love: sort of? She’s definitely headed that direction but she and a certain blond fellow gunslinger doof are both slow on the uptake and will probably be the last to realize they’re in love

single: currently yeah

RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves: .yes. not in a “self-harm” kind of way; her burn scar on her face is from her over-eager attempt to teach herself fire Elementalist magic and the bullet scar on her leg is from this one time she needed to get inside a village-turned-closely-guarded-field-hospital during a fairly major skirmish(she was not involved in said skirmish). They were only letting in  “wounded”, so she shot herself in the leg to get in with said “wounded”

thought of suicide: nah

attempted suicide: nope

wanted to kill someone: yep

rode a horse: yes

have / had a job: yeah, mostly bodyguard work

have any fears: losing control, failure,heights make her uncomfortable, and ofc fire’s not her favorite

FAMILY

sibling(s): none

parents: Illara and Karath; both deceased

children:  none unless her unofficial adoption of Caine counts xD

pets:  also none but she loves animals. 

[kaleidiope]

September Project updation post in October because, well, i’m silly

This post I’ll mainly talk about my plan for my stories, and the things that’ve changed along with my plans for them and such. This was suppose to be in September but, I procrastinated, so yeah!  And, a ‘keep reading’ line to keep things tidy looking! Also, I actually had this as a draft, but forgot about it! Also, also, please don’t mind all the spelling errors that i’m sure is in here, this is quite long, and i’m so sorry for all of that!

You all know the drill, this is an update for the story I've been working on. It was made in roughly February of 2019. Or at least, that’s when I got the idea for it. I’ve been working on it seriously since September of 2019. So, for about a year. On this blog you can find a good bit of random things about it, including drawings. A lot of the drawings I've done I never posted, maybe one day, probably never, but still! A lot of this Blog has actually been WIPS of my story. And, since those past updates, story pitches and such, a few things have changed, and that's what this is about!

First, for those who don’t know, I feel in love with One shot, Deiland, Moonlighter, Borderlands, and a few other games. Mainly One shot for it’s vibe, it’s feel. I loved it, maybe too much? And, really wanted to make something like it. I don’t see that atmosphere much, personally. On Music box maniacs, a lovely site, I was given the idea to make a melody for a character. And that’s how Umber came along. Over time, I kind of made Umber, and left her. Started trying to get into digital art, but without a tablet I tried to create a character that would be easy to free hand with a mouse. Which became Pax. Over time, I feel in love with Pax’s design. I drew him a lot, he was my first, and only OC. I’ve drawn random people and thing’s before, but he had a name. An age. And soon, a back story. He was set in a different world than Umber’s. Which, at this time, is almost abandoned. He was a potion seller’s child who only wanted to go on the adventure’s the customers where experiencing. And one day, he’d face a dragon, and possibly his fate. But that was scraped because each time I drew him, more and more, the backgrounds reminded me of Umber’s story. So, he became a child in her story and his was abandoned.  Umber was suppose to be a child traveling with no family trying to get awareness of her light to others. And once meeting Pax in another shop, he agreed to help her. So, you could say, Pax was Moonlighter based, and Umber was One shot based. The idea that her light was a bad thing and there were ‘”bad people” didn’t come until later. Though, Crimson was suppose to be a bully type of person who mocked, and even at times, almost hurt Umber. Because also, at this time, everyone was children. Once it was thought over for awhile then did we get the story line we have now. Umber was an inventor in a world suffering a seeming eternal eclipse. which was ruled by a corporation that was money hungry and didn’t care for the greater good. The world had glowing bugs that somehow emit a good amount of light, and through time and a lot messing and discovery, oddly power? Which is what the corporation sells, Starworm lights, and “batteries” of a sort. The bugs also allow some things to grow, but with them being harvested as much as they are, the corporation is killing the world. But, that won’t be their problem, they’ll be dead by the time it’s an issue. Now, we have a lot of characters and general world building stuff, along with the flora and fauna and how things work. So, let’s begin! (Yes, this is going to be a long post. I’m so sorry!) But, I have since changed a few things, which I will now state. I was pretty heck bent on giving them ages, but, I don’t wish for them to have any, anymore. This is not earth. It’s a planet without a sun. Keeping track of time is easier than days, let alone years. So for many, it’s just a toss up on how long they’ve lived for. Just a mere, rough, idea. I wanted ages for personality comparisons and height ideas for when I draw them. Which, was never my idea at first. This was just for OC’s to draw, yes, but then it became a story for them, along with for my own enjoyment and somehow it became more than that. Which, I oddly love. But, ages were more for an even sillier reason I've since abandoned as well, and I think the story’s better off now since then. Also, they were all children at a time. Adults wouldn’t even have names or faces, All adults were originally suppose to get full face masks. Instead of half masks. But Indigo ruined that, and after that, some of the characters were being made older. To fit with the personalities, for say, Talos. He was also a child, who I didn’t feel being a child would fit the character and mainly, their job in the story as a whole. So yes. The story itself wasn’t the main idea. Having OC’s to draw were. But I was given a lot of support on MBM with my story pitches, also, I enjoyed making them. So I continued. And I really enjoy this. World building has been the hardest, trying to make things make sense, like the eclipse lasting years. And the fact a moon bigger and that much closer to the planet would most likely make the planet itself, the planet’s moon, and the moon, the planet. And how is life still possible, along with, isn’t it cold? And to that, yes, yes, yes, and maybe XD Mainly, this is fantasy, yes, I do want it to make sense, yes, this isn’t earth. The people’s races aren’t our races, calling them human might just be an insult to them. I mean, they don’t even have pupils. (Thanks, odd drawing style.) So, my answer to a lot of this is, it’s not earth. This is fantasy. I’m doing this for fun. And I’ve done a lot research for something that was never suppose to be as much of a thing as it is, but i’m having too much fun to stop now. And with that as well, yes, a lot of my characters are suppose to have a deeper skin color. Talos, Mauve, Indigo, and so on, are suppose to have a more deep olive color. But, at the time of drawing a lot of them, I didn’t have the faith to execute other skin tones correctly. So I just didn’t. Just like drawing illustrations for my story. I didn’t think I would because I didn’t think I could, but i’m now willing to try. So, here is where we stand so far! I want my characters to have a rough age, but it could be depicted to give of take about three years. I’ve said I wanted Pax to be about 11, but I also see him to act older for his age and such. The idea of him being any younger seems odd, but if you wanted to give him a 9-15 age for an example, that’s more than cool. That goes for all my characters. I want a lot of my characters to look like their own character, i’m working very hard with redraws to make sure there’s noticeable differences with their noses and eye shapes and such.  I want different skin colors and face shapes and so on, but the idea of different races on such a small planet and even the idea of tanned skin in a world without the sun to give one a tan seems odd to me? But there will be differences, because I always wanted there to be. This story will indeed cover some heavy topics. Including but not limited to, alcohol, death, suicide, murder, mental and physical disorders and illnesses, such as DID, alzheimer’s, dementia, memory issues, abandonment, and a form of racism. All things are not straight out talked about or referenced, but lightly implied.  I took inspiration from a lot of things. (including places, animals, other stories and people) And I will not refer to any of it within my story, such as DID. There is already too much falseness and other wrong info on that and other things. I do not trust myself to paint it in a good light, nor a correct light. And will re-frame from actually stating a character has an identity disorder. The idea this world knows of DID and would use the same word is also something I question. But the characters disorder is based on DID. (Also, it’s Tobias.) The idea of genders is something that’s a toss up. I’ve never said anything of the sort and would rather not say anything. The idea that they have genders or sexuality is just something I don’t really want to think about and is rarely mentioned. The idea of love and such is mentioned, purely more for a joke/bit. But still I don’t wish to think of my characters with genders or those parts no matter what I refer to them as. Not mention these characters still aren’t human. I do use She/he/they pronouns for my characters and as of now have used phases like, “That guy” But, it’s become a personal running joke I want to make clear at the start of my story that it was translated and adapted to fit this worlds standers of word form. There are roughly 25 characters as of now, only five main characters, or should I say, five characters that get there point of view expressed. And about six support characters, and the rest are minor support characters. Some of these characters are only mentioned, or referenced, as an attempt to build the world. Questions are always open, and this story is undergoing many changes and constant consideration. As I learn, grow and improve my skills.  I have no hope or want for this to get big or anything of the sort. this is for fun. 100%. If it looks like I talk about this a lot, but never have anything to show for it, it’s because I want it to be perfect or close to it before I show anything. Which will be never, because I can never make perfect. I’m just trying to do the best I can and am pushing the limits of my skills to get there.  I should note, I am fine, I’m not “Pushing” myself. Which is why it’s taking the time it is.  I am really working on character personalities and keeping them coherent and sane along with the same. And talking about all this helps with that. As for now, I know what I want to do, and where I want my story to go, i’m just figuring out how to execute it best.  I’m more skilled in writing where I describe things, mainly emotions and the scene it’self. Along with script writing. I’m not skilled with writing conversations which is a large part of my story. Same with drawing backgrounds or anything that isn’t people. So my story so far reads a lot like a script due to how the conversations are laid out and due to how I describe how each thing is done. This is something I want to get a bit away from because it was purely so I wouldn’t get lost and confused with who was talking and the emotion/feel of each scene.  That’s because I have the attention span and instruction following skills of a carrot. I use my characters names far too many times along with a lot of other things I use for self help clarity which I hope to fix by the end. I do think it’d be cool to start dropping parts of the story and other things of what I have done, with the note that it could change. I feel it’d be fun, but i’m very hesitant to do so.  I do wish to make character bios and such for them all at some point and just have a post that lays down what has been decided so if anyone wants they can follow along with the process. But, that’s all a toss up as of now. Thank-you for reading, and for your time, I hope you have an amazing day! And I dearly apologize for this length! 

[putschki1969]

Saw the ask about the keiko popularity thing and was just wondering where/ how you've seen that manifest before? I've been a fan of kalafina for a while but I've never really noticed this significant gap in popularity btwn keiko and the other 2 that you're referencing but maybe I'm just out of the loop lol (Also random question but do you have a bias in kalafina? Idr u ever mentioning it before so I was curious if you had to rank them how would you? For me I love them all but itd be h>k>w)

Hi there!

Before I get to your question I would like to address something. Please have a little patience with me. This is not directed at you personally, it’s something I would like everyone to read. Here goes nothing…〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

I have been getting a LOT of asks lately. It seems like every reply I post spurs on a new wave of asks. XD While I love answering Kalafina-related questions the sheer amount of asks is slowly starting to get a bit intimidating. There are times when I am feeling overwhelmed and don’t know where to start. I literally spent the entire weekend writing replies even though I had planned to work on something entirely different. You might wonder why I am telling you all of that. It’s not meant to make you feel bad, I am happy people are curious about Kalafina! I am definitely not asking you to stop sending me questions! I really enjoy sharing my Kala-knowledge. I am also not planning to close my inbox or anything, that really wouldn’t feel right. But there IS something I would like to ask of you! Many of the questions I receive are direct responses to posts I make. Instead of sending an ask would it be possible for you to comment on said post? I know, it requires you to have an account and it takes away the anonymity but it would make life so much easier for me. And in most cases such as this one I don’t see why you would feel the need to hide your identity. Plus, it would keep things better contained. Right now I am often replying to multiple asks about the exact same topic. That can get pretty tiring, not just for myself but also for all the people who follow my blog. Okay, that’s it. This is just a suggestion, I am not forcing anyone to do anything but please know that I would very much appreciate it!

Now let’s get to your actual question:Anon is talking about THIS post I made on Saturday.

Well, I have never noticed a “significant” gap in popularity either which is why I wrote that many people underestimate Wakana’s and Hikaru’s popularity but to say that there was NO gap would be an outright lie. Let’s be frank here, from a superficial point of view Keiko IS without a doubt the most “attractive” Kala-member (especially according to Japanese beauty standards). And as we have already established, Keiko was the one to typically draw the attention to herself. She would be the one taking the lead in interviews, her position was always front and center so naturally people would notice her first.

Kalafina have always had a huge “casual” fanbase, you know, that person that’s usually into idols and randomly discovers Kalafina or your typical otaku who comes across one of Kalafina’s anime tie-ins and then starts to kinda stan them but never really gets too involved. It’s those fans in particular that would often gravitate more towards Keiko because she represents literally everything they like and dream of. This actually applies to a majority of foreign fans as well. Only a fraction of foreign fans delves deeper into the world of Kalafina, for most of them Kalafina is defined by two things only: “epic anisongs and a cute girl with a hime-cut”. It’s sad but true…

That is why I can say with some certainty that Keiko has definitely always been “the most popular” in the grand scheme of things.

Kalafina’s super loyal fans are a completely different story though. I would say the members are equally popular among the core fanbase.I might even go as far as to say that Keiko is the least popular but I have no numbers to prove it.

As for my fave, I actually mentioned it in the post you are referring to. I am a big fat Keiko-stan, always have been, always will be. But for me having a favourite is not really changing anything. I honestly love and respect them all and I try my very best to never neglect any of them. But yeah, sometimes I tend to focus too heavily on Keiko XD

[r6shippingdelivery]

Hey there! ♥ If you have some time and inspiration... can you do the whole ABC thing for Glaz? ♥ I never find anything similar about him and I really love your HC's ♥

Well, someone is popular! 😄I got these two almost immediately after reblogging the pertinent post, and before that I already got this ask 😂Hey op, seeing my same icon really confused me, for a moment lmao

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s very affectionate, cuddling and kissing his partner, caressing their arms or thighs. That has led to round 2 more than once 😄 If not, he will make sure both of them are clean and comfortable.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Glaz is proud of his body, but after being called a pretty boy more than once, he’s quite aware that his good looks work in his favour. That’s the main reason he usually shaves his beard, unless his partner states they like it. When it comes to his partners, Glaz has a particular weakness for the ass, loves touching the ass, getting a handful of those plump buttcheeks and push his partner closer for a kiss. Well toned arms are also a great turn on.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When it starts to dry it’s a nasty mess, but otherwise Glaz is fascinated by seeing his cum (or his partner’s) splattered over their bodies. It reminds him of paint on a canvas, and he finds a certain artistic appeal to it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There’s a secret sketch book he’d rather die before showing it to anyone. He draws porn of his teammates and colleagues. Of his crush and/or partner mostly, solo or with him pure fanatsising or from memories of things they’ve done; but also from other colleagues, people he thinks could be a couple too, it’s fascinating and helps him with anatomy practice. Plus, it hurts nobody as long as the drawings never see the light of day, right?

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has some experience, not as much as he’d like but he’s not a blushing, innocent boy. So idk, average experience I guess?

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

For fast paced sex, he prefers doggy style or a variant, a position where he can take his partner from behind and pound into them. For more drawn out and sensual intercourse, spooning position to caress his partner’s body as he pleases, or good old missionary, so he can look into his partner’s face and kiss them. He’s also fond of lap sex: him sitting on the couch and his partner straddling his lap, getting hot and intimate with lots of kissing and petting, although then they have to take care to not stain the couch with their activities.

No visual aid cause Tumblr is a christian server now and would flag my post.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s not a goofy person, although he takes things with some humour to defuse the situation if there’s any tension. However, he’s mainly a mix of serious and pretty focused on his partner during sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s naturally not very hairy, so he usuallydoesn’t need to do much grooming, just trimming a bit from time to time.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He’s a man of few words, but he has no problems letting his partner know how much he loves them, and will look adoringly at them if the position allows face to face contact. He has a romantic side.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he masturbates, he usually doesn’t draw it out for long, except for those times he’s alone at night and he might edge himself until he can’t take it anymore.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Glaz is a biter, loves marking up his partner and doesn’t mind if they mark him back as well. I feel compelled to say he’s also into trying to have sex in empty but public spaces, like the common showers, or in the middle of a field during a camping trip, or behind in the training grounds if there’s nobody else around look, I wrote him like that more than once, I think I have to include it

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere relatively private, although nothing trumps the comfort of their bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Whisper filth in his ear and you’ll make him go from 0 to 100 in a moment. It works even at the most inappropriate places. Under his calm exterior, he is a horny boi.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never roleplay a rape scene, the moment he hears his partner mildly distressed he would stop, safeword be damned. Generally, nothing that can really hurt either of them (spanking is fine in that regard, but not too extreme, choking is out of the question, etc)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to receive and has no problem reciprocating, although he sometimes tries to push deeper and makestheir partner gag. He feels bad about it but can’t control himself.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

That depends on his mood and whether they’re going for a quick romp or if there’s time to take things slow. As a rule, he’ll start slow and sensual and graduallly pick up the pace until he ends going fast and deep.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Did I already say he’s a horny boy and likes taking some risks? He’s more than fine with quickies, but also loves proper sex, turning it almost into a marathon and seeing for how long they can go at it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s open to trying new things, as long as both he and his partner are totally okay with it. And for the risks, the risk of possible discovery is mainly what he dabbles in, risk of injury is not something that appeals to him.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

If it’s not a quickie, he can last long. He’s also an enthusiast of going for a second round after a little wait, and that downtime is perfect to keep worshipping his partner and make sure they’re as horny for it as him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a few toys, and he sometimesuses them, but he prefers using them on his partner, as a warm up for sex or as part of his teasing during foreplay.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Yes, he’s a fucking tease. From heated looks, “accidental” touches and caresses, and whispered dirty talk, he likes to have his partner burning for it long before they start to undress. And once in bed he’ll continue teasing. He loves watching his partner go mad with lust and pleasure, and if they beg that’s the icing on the cake.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not very loud, but he makes some pretty moans, espcially when he’s nearing orgasm. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

While Glaz has no problem letting his partner take control if that’s what they like, being the dominant one comes naturally to him. Which can surprise his partner the first few times, since his gentle approach and almost shy demeanor might make them think he’d be easy to lead around. Boy, they are in for a surprise!

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Slightly above average, nothing that will make his partner pale at the thought of taking it in. It curves slightly upward when erect.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s young-ish and horny, keeps a sorta innocent appearance but he’s ready to go nearly always. I introduced the concept of sex fiend Glaz  a long time ago and I love it, so it fucking stays okay? xD

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

Unless they’ve been at it for many rounds or he was tired from before, he prefers to enjoy the afterglow awake. Don’t expect much pillow talk, though.

[sneezingpotatoes]

OMG WHAT?! I'M ACTUALLY POSTING?! IKR XD It's been foreverrrr xD BUT I'm back with yet another new fic with Reuben and Draco LOL This fic takes place after Draco is feeling better and Reuben catches his cold. DON'T ASK ME ABOUT THE OTHER FIC CUZ... LOOOOL I DUNNO HONESTLY XD Sorry my mind is a mess and can't seem to focus on finishing an actual story so UsE yOuR iMaGiNatIoN on how the other fic ended xD Or who knows... I might go back to it and finish it later xD BUT HERE'S THIS! *\(x.x)/*

“Heyyy, Reubennn~! Hellooo!! Open the damn door already!!!”

High-pitched yelling was heard from outside, which forced Draco to quickly sit up on the couch. He looked around, scoping through the pitched black living room making sure that everything was still in place and untouched. After one more quick sweep of the place, he sighs in both relief and irritation, becoming fed up with the loud racket that was taking place outside of the door.

“Who the hell is it?!” He snarled deeply as he approached the front door.

“It’s me, Lirin! Wait, Draco? Is that you??? Where’s Reuben?!”

The rugged man opened the door and glared at the young woman standing in front of him. She was holding a tray of hot chocolates in her hands while doing a light jog in place, trying to keep her body heat up with her teeth chattering from how cold it was.

“I dunno where the hell he is, and I don’t give a crap either.” Draco grunted as he headed back over to the couch and collapsed into it. Lirin mocked him behind his back as she entered the warm home and locked the door behind her. Even though she still found the the rugged man attractive, she hated Draco’s grumpy attitude and found him a little more enjoyable while he was drunk anyway.

“Why is it so dark in here?” The woman asked as she flicked on the lights. Draco winced in response and hissed: “I was trying to sleep before you came and woke me up!” Lirin pouted at the grumpy man and sat the hot chocolates down on the coffee table. “Well excuse me for trying to do something nice, gramps! Who in the hell goes to bed at 10 anyway, you old fart!?”

“Hey, I’m not old…! And don’t call me gramps!” Draco defensively fired back. Lirin teased the rugged man and stuck her tongue out at him, giggling in a taunting manner. “Why are you even here?!” Before Lirin could say anything in return, the turning of the doorknob steals both of their attention as they watched Reuben enter the house.

“Reubenn~!!! Welcome home!” Lirin cheered as she lunged forward for a hug from the lanky gentleman. Reuben accepted the hug in surprise, being shocked from seeing his cousin in his home without a warning. He should’ve known by now though, seeing how this wasn’t the first time, nor the second that Lirin had shown up in his house and startled him. She was always so unpredictable and random.

“What a pleasant surprise.” Reuben says through a few light coughs into the curl of his fist, feeling worn out from his day of work. It wasn’t like he didn’t want her company; He was just so exhausted and he had planned to finish up a few things and head straight to bed.

“I brought hot chocolate~!” She cheered as she handed both of the boys the now room temperature cups. She was always bad with timing, and the drinks were already starting to cool, seeing how she had made them two hours before she had showed up to his house.

The gentleman forced a half-assed smile nonetheless, and nodded his thanks as he sat on the couch opposite of Draco. He didn’t want to upset the poor girl, and it was very thoughtful of her. Draco, on the other hand felt differently, and snorted at the cup, grimacing after he took a sip of the drink.

“Where the hell’d you get this shit from?!” Draco asked, dumbfounded by how someone would purchase something that tasted so foul.

“I made them, you dickhead!” She yelled defensively. If not for the fact that Reuben were a clean freak, she’d have thrown her drink at the asshole and bopped him upside the head. Instead, she bit her lip and clenched her fists onto her cup, feeling her nails piercing thin lines into its sides.

“Do us all a favor and just stick to the martinis.” The rugged man muttered underneath his breath, triggering the fellow bartender.

“Draco, enough.” Reuben stated grimly.

The gentleman glared directly into Draco’s dark blue orbs, giving him a chill like no other. At first, the rugged man glared back intently, with the attitude of ‘You’re not the boss of me’, but after the room went still for a few moments, Draco finally cracked and gave a dismissive ‘tch, whatever’ before sinking deeper into the couch in silent defeat. He tried his best to ignore Lirin as she childishly stuck her tongue out at him in victory.

“Lirin, I do appreciate your kind gesture of bringing us these delightful hot chocolates, but I must get some work done and retire for the night.” Reuben sighed and massaged his pulsing temples.

She pouted in response, but understood that being a pediatrician wasn’t an easy task, and that he was always busy, so this wasn’t anything new to her. She was used to barely seeing the busy pediatrician, even on her off days. With the click of the front door, Lirin was gone without saying a word.

Reuben felt slightly guilty, of course, but it was also business as usual. He just didn’t have the time nor the energy to entertain his guest properly. We’ll try again when I get the day off, he tries to reassure himself in order to get that heavy weight of guilt off of his back. The gentleman glares at the rugged man lying on the couch in dismay, still appalled by his grotesque behavior.

“You shouldn’t say rude things like that to people, you know.” Reuben stated blandly as he audibly yawns and leaves the couch to set up his laptop on his grand office desk.

Draco only grunts in response, not willing to entertain the scolding conversation that’s trying to form. The gentleman kneels down to rub his Black cat that was obediently sitting down in the cat bed right beside his office desk, cooing at the magnificent creature before he sat down and began glossing over all of his unread emails. He rubbed his eyes, sighing and already feeling his head begin to pulsate more fervently just by looking at all of the emails he had to respond to.

“Draco, fetch me a glass of tea, would you?” The gentleman ordered, not even attempting to disguise it as a question. He had already begun typing away, fingers gliding across the keyboard as if he’d performed this dance a million times before. If he weren’t so invested into his work, he could’ve sworn he heard Draco scowl and cynically get up from the couch with a huff. What was worse, living out on the streets, or living with this silver spoon fed- ‘fetch me a glass of tea’ having- Stiff upper lip looking moron? Draco had to constantly ask himself. Nevertheless, the latter was always the better option, whether he liked it or not.

 A few moments later, the rugged man returns with a cup of steamy green tea that he sets beside the hardworking man in a huff, still irritated with the whole matter. Reuben stifles a few coughs into his fist and reaches for the tea cup, still keeping his eyes on the laptop screen and scanning all of the text on the dimly-lit screen.

At first, Draco wanted to growl a feisty ‘you’re welcome’, but on the other hand, he also understood how busy he was. Even though he had only been living with him for about a month, each of those days were filled with work that didn’t stop even when he came home. Defeatedly, Draco turns off the lights and collapses onto the couch and watches the man type away on his laptop.

Reuben bit back a cough before taking a sip of his green tea, closing his eyes from the welcoming warmth against his scratchy throat. He releases a gentle sigh, seeing how his throat was still scratchy even after he took a few more sips from the warm mug. He had hoped that the warm green tea would’ve cured his throat since it had been irritated all day, but to no avail. Setting the mug down, he returned back to his laptop, responding to more emails about previous procedures and scheduling new appointments with different patients. It was the same cycle. He would go to work early, come home late, work on his laptop, and then go to sleep. He would usually breeze through the paperwork now, seeing as how he had been a pediatrician for quite a while, but tonight was a little troublesome for the gentleman. It seemed that no matter how fast or how long he would be typing, the emails would never end; more would come one after another.

Reuben removed his glasses and cautiously grabbed a tissue from beside his laptop, folding it in half before he brought it up to his nose and massaged the now tickling appendages. He didn’t really mind the sneezing itself, seeing how the sneeze was a natural occurrence in the human body. The only time he would have a problem were if the sneeze were messy and germ infested, which is what he had been subjected to two weeks prior. The number of cold patients turning up in the clinic hadn’t helped his case either. The gentleman took in a shallow breath before twitching into the tissue, releasing four short, rapid sneezes.

“Ktsh! Hihhk’tsh! ‘Kttsh! Huktsh!”

He released a shaky sigh as he continued to massage his faintly ticklish nostrils. Even though he had finished sneezing, the tickle had just died down again, never leaving him entirely. After feeling certain that he was finished for the time being, the gentleman gently blew into the tissue and placed it into the garbage can beside his feet before putting on his glasses and returning to his emails. Absinthe stirs in her bed from the sudden event and rubs up against her master’s leg in concern, feeling as if something is off with the man.

“Did I trouble you Absinthe?” Reuben asks as if expecting a verbal reply from the cat, in which he receives a soft purr and another gentle nudge against his leg. Draco audibly sighs and shakes his head at the fact that Reuben changes into a completely different person when he talks with his cat… And just at the fact that he talks to his cat like an actual person. “It’s quite alright, dear girl. N-not to… Not-hihH”

The pediatrician freezes and snuffles lightly, feeling his nostrils twitch from the current irritation. Before even having the time to process anything, he lurches forward slightly above his laptop, teeth clenched and eyes slammed shut from the possessive tickle.

“Heh’ktsh! ‘ksh! ‘KTTSH! ‘Isshn!”

“Bless you.” The rugged man audibly grunts at Reuben, seeing how he couldn’t fall asleep for two minutes without being awoken by a cough, sneeze or sniffle from the man.  

Reuben only releases an impatient sigh in return as he straightened up his glasses and grabbed for another tissue, quickly trying to expel as much of the sickly fluids as possible. A soft purr is heard as Absinthe leaps onto his lap in sympathy, trying to provide her owner with at least some kind of comfort. If the gentlemen weren’t so caught up in his mess, he could’ve sworn he heard Draco curse from the couch.

“Are you sick?” The rugged man asked, completely disregarding Reuben’s suffering as he cracked an eyelid open to study the pediatrician.

“So it would seem.” Reuben replied grimly through his damp tissue.

Unlike the rugged man, Reuben was an impatient person. He wasn’t going to hide the fact that he was coming down with something or that he felt ill. It all just seemed childish and like a waste of time, seeing how the truth would be revealed sooner or later anyway.

He was aggravated that his sorry excuse of an immune system would allow him to catch a measly cold at a time like this. It was inevitable though. Even if he hadn’t taken the rugged man into his home, the constant contamination of his cold patients would’ve gotten into his system regardless. He couldn’t blame the entirety of the situation on the rugged man, but he sure did clinch his fist from recollecting every moment Draco hadn’t covered his mouth to sneeze or cough, and each time he wiped his nose with his hands and instantly infected one of his appliances.

“Kshn! Eh’ktsh…! ‘Ish’u…Hh-huh…!” Just thinking about that baboon and his shenanigans made the gentleman dip forward into the tissue blanketing his palms with ticklish explosions. He firmly grabs Absinthe, making sure that she doesn’t fall off of his lap as he takes another deep inhale.

“Welp, sucks for you.” Draco responded blandly. “Shaddap with the sneezin’ already. ‘M tryna sleep here.”

“Hhuh-Issh’ueh!! Guhh.” The gentleman only snarled in response as he massaged the bridge of his restless nose. He could feel his head roaring in the back of his skull from all of the pressure slowly building up like a kettle setting on a hot stove.  Draco had no intentions of caring or taking care of him. He was a grown man, and a pediatrician of all things. He knew all of the tips and tricks better than he did. The rugged man closed his eyes once again, too exhausted to even humor the situation further.

Reuben hazily grabs a fresh batch of tissues and instantly blows into them and getting nowhere. His sinuses we're beginning to clog up from his constant sneezing, making it difficult to breathe out of his nose alone. He mumbles a brief curse underneaths his breath before deciding to get up to take some Benadryl. He knew himself all too well, knowing that once he started sneezing, it would take forever for him to stop unless he did something about it. And if he were going to get some sleep tonight, he was definitely going to need some aid.

Absinthe hops down from his lap and follows the lanky gentleman into the restroom, cautiously watching every move of the gentleman. Reuben smiles at his favorite feline with a thick sounding snuffle as he shows her the bottle of Benadryl that he's about to take.

"Once I take this, you'll have to wake me up if I sleep through my alarm clock again, understood?" Reuben asked the innocent cat as if he were a commander issuing out a soldier to the battlefield. The cat only glared at the gentleman with her dark lavender eyes and gave a soft 'meowrr' in response. Reuben chuckles to himself and takes the recommended dosage of Benadryl before he returns to the living room and sits back at his desk.

Draco was now, and finally passed out on the couch with a deep snore that filled the still room. He was happy now that he could work without having to worry about that baboon interfering with his concentration.

About 30 minutes pass of soft clacking of the keyboard, constant soft sniffles (In consideration of Draco), a steady pulsing headache, and stifled coughing that never fully escape his chest, Reuben can tell that the Benadryl is starting to take effect. He can hardly read the text in his Excel document, and everything was zooming in and out of focus. He tries to rub his eyes to clear away the blurriness and the oncomming rush of fatigue, but it does absolutely nothing. The gentleman finally rests his head down on his office desk in defeat and instantly joins Draco into a deep slumber.

Something cold and wet gliding across the ear of the gentleman and stirs him awake. He giggles drowsily at the tickle in his ear and swats away whatever is pestering him. His giggling stops abruptly as he is greeted instantly by an unnerving tickle in his nostrils. Before he can comprehend anything, he sloppily stifles a quad of sneezes with his head still resting on the desk.

"Hahh-Ngxtsh! 'gxtssh'! Nxt-ngtxsh'iew!! Nnghh..."

 The last stifle escapes from him as his head is in a world of pain, and he's sure his head would've exploded if he fully stifled the last one. He reaches for the tissue box and grabs a handful, instantly emptying out all of the gunk that had been trapped in his nostrils. He feels relieved that his nose isn't stuffy anymore, but now it won't stop running. He sighs and sniffles a few times before noticing Absinthe obediently sitting on top of his office desk with a tilted head, studying her poor master. He gives her an appreciative rub and grabs his laptop to check the time.

8:07am. Bloody hell.

He quickly stands up, now frazzled from how late he is and rushes for his bedroom to quickly change his clothes. He's already three hours behind schedule, no time for a shower or breakfast.

He scurries around the place, barely grabbing everything that he needed without forgetting his cellphone about 10 dozen times before he actually grabbed the damn thing, still groggy from sleep and the remnants of Benadryl in his system. He absentmindedly walks out of the house without his coat on and instantly does a 180 to retrieve it before heading to the subway station. He figured he wasn't suitable to drive in his current state and that the subway would just be easier for him.

After 10 minutes of speed walking through the chilly December weather, a bout of pushing and shoving through crowds of people just as in a hurry as he was, and a slip and a slide onto a cold handrail squished in-between a heavy set guy who was standing too close for comfort behind him eating an omelet that had a strong scent of onion that made him slightly nauseous, and a young teenager standing directly in front of him that wore a cheap smelling perfume with a strong floral scent to it, Reuben honestly thought this was the end of the road for him. He could already feel his nostrils start to leak heavier than before, as if his nostrils were drooling over the scented perfume the teenager was wearing. He sniffles rapidly as he squishes his arm between the other bodies standing around him and pulls out his handkerchief, gluing it to his nose, already feeling his nose tickling with a burning passion. He feels his nostrils twitching underneath his own hand and blinks away allergic tears as he stares up at the bright subway light.

"Ahh-hHUH... HheH-hh... NngHhk!"

He felt powerless against the chest inflating hitches and the burning in his nose. He didn't want to sneeze on the subway at all, seeing how it was gross and unsanitary, and he knew that he wouldn't want someone to sneeze on the subway if he were standing right in front of them either. It didn't help that his nose was already tingly from the sickness his body was already trying to fight against, and now another catalyst has entered his stream that his body feels the need to expel.

With another deep hitch, he twitches harshly into his handkerchief, desperately clenching all of his muscles so that he didn't dip forward onto the teenager or lean backwards too far into the man's omelet.

"HhaH-'Isshmff!! H'issh-issh-t'isshmmf! HhuhH...!!"

Reuben shook his head being overwhelmed with the restless tickle. Even after his sneezes, the tickle felt the exact same.

The teenager scooted her right head phone back into her hair as she looked behind her at the lackadaisical man with a disgusted glare. She flinched when Reuben sneezed two more times and hissed: "That's gross..." To him as she turned back around and attempted to scoot forward but only moved about an inch away from him. Reuben didn't even have time to feel embarrassed, for his nose was stealing all of his attention. He blew his nose, releasing a thick gurgling sound and grimaced when his nose twitched yet again and caused him to dip forward with force and power.

"HhHHE'Ngxt! Nngxt! HhUH'Ngxt-Ngxtsh... NNGXTSH'UEH! HH'EGTSHH'IUMMF! MMPFF'UE! MPHFF-MFF!!"

Reuben gripped the cold handrail above him tightly, trying to keep himself from tilting over backwards. He was beginning to feel light-headed from both the perfume and the strong onion scent, and he was starting to feel claustrophobic from both the wheezing in his chest making it hard to breathe and from everybody standing so close. The lanky gentleman rubs away the allergic tears with his soaking handkerchief and sighs. He knows he's going to need some tissues soon, since his handkerchief is already way beyond wet and he knows that he forgot to grab a travel pack this morning while he was rushing out the door. He thinks about asking the teenager in front of him, but he doesn't bother seeing how he had already grossed her out enough and she probably doesn't want anything to do with him, so he looks behind him to ask the omelet man.

"Y-you would'd happe'dhh... to habe ady dissues, would you?" He croaked, instantly coughing chestily into the damp handkerchief which makes himself grimace.

The omelet man gives Reuben an odd look, but hands him the stack of brown napkins nonetheless.

"Here, take 'em. Looks like you need 'em a-hell-of-a lot more than I do, that's for sure." The man chuckled as he continued to chow down on his half eaten omelet.

Reuben offers a congested chuckle as well, with a hoarse 'thagk you very buch', in return, instantly shoving his beyond used handkerchief back into his pocket, and instantly gurgling into the brown napkins. He winces when the napkins shred his now reddened, ticklish nostrils. Well sure they weren't any ordinary soft tissue, but it'd have to do the job for now.

One stop away from the pediatric office, and almost half of the people he boarded with aren't on the subway anymore. He actually managed to grab a seat and relax without a strong onion or floral scent torturing his sinuses. Although the teenager had gotten off of the bus two stops ago, the scent had lingered and teased him a bit, but it wasn't too bad. He was honestly just so exhausted. What a bad start to the day.

"You have arrived to: Herrigton Ave." The automated voice announced throughout the subway, flinching the gentleman out of his light snooze. Despite all of the rest he'd gotten, he still felt fatigued and worn.

Reuben releases a long sigh as he snuffles to himself and gathers all of his belongings before getting off of the subway and heading towards the pediatric office. He hurries as fast as he can to the building, not wanting to linger in the cold weather any longer than he has to.

"Where have you been? I literally spammed your phone and left you 10 voicemails." Lani interrogated the lanky gentleman with haste as soon as he enters the building.

Reuben glared at the caramel skintoned woman with confused eyes and snuffles thickly as he brings up an index finger to rest above his upper lip. He hadn't received not one notification throughout his entire journey to his workplace.

"That's impossible." Reuben refuted as he struggled to pull out his phone. "I don't have any--" he interrupts himself with a defeated sigh as he realizes that his phone was dead. He must've been too caught up in his work and sickness to even think about putting it on the charger. "Blast it."

Lani solemnly approaches the sniffling man and rubs his shoulder. She hadn't realized how terrible he looked as he barely managing to stand in front of her. His droopy eyes barely able to focus on her ashened gray orbs, his runny red nose constantly scrunching up from his light rabbit-like sniffling, with his face starting to turn a soft shade of pale.

"Listen, don't worry about it... Patrick already handled your first three patients, and I'm sure I can find someone to cover you for the rest of the day. You should go home and get some rest..." She informs the pediatrician, voice still coated with concern.

"I'll be okay." Reuben says with a sigh, not sure if he believed his own words, but stood by them nonetheless. He was upset that he already missed 3 of his patients and he didn't want to miss anymore of them. Lani furrows a brow at the sick gentleman and shakes her head in disapproval.

"You're not in well enough condition to even be here right now, let alone to see a patient!" She exclaims, feeling upset that Reuben is pushing himself so hard.

"I only have a slight cough and runny nose. If this is qualification to stop me from seeing a patient, then I fear for all of the sick and injured." The gentleman refuted, watching Lani give him the side eye.

She definitely knew that he was hiding more than he lead on, but she gave him an obviously annoyed sigh and flipped through her logs and handed him a document. After giving Reuben one last cold and spine chilling glare, she began to speak.

"... The Anderson family has been waiting for about 30 minutes now, so you should hurry." With a huff, she swivels back around the marble counter and takes her seat at the front desk, almost instantly returning back to typing on her computer. The gentleman releases a heavy sigh of relief and shoots a glance back at the Divine woman.

"Thank you, Lani. You truly are incredible." He says as he heads down to his pediatric office. Lani hides the flush in her cheeks as she subtily watches the gentleman walk down the hallway.

Reuben gives his nose one last good rub and a deep shuffle that causes him to cough a few throaty coughs on to the upside of his hand before he enters the office to greet his patient and the family.

"Good morning, everyone. Please excuse my absence." He announces to the family, already needing to sniffle again as he applies a squirt of hand sanitizer.

The family returns the greeting in relief, being grateful that somebody showed up to assist them.

"Oh, I don't mind! I get to miss school so you can take all the time you need." A little girl sat on his medical table, swinging her legs back and forth with a shy smirk on her face. She looked to be about 9 years old.

"Ahh, school! I don't miss those days." Reuben chuckled as he flipped through his clipboard of records. "In that case, let's figure out whatever it is that is causing you so much discomfort." Reuben scrunches his nose with a series of light sniffles, starting to already feel the need to sneeze gradually becoming bothersome. He pressed the upside of his hand against his nostrils, subtly trying to stop his nose from beginning to twitch softly underneath his hand.

 “Tell the nice doctor what’s wrong, Abel.” The mother cooed at her daughter. At first Abel hesitated, but then she nodded and looked at Reuben with solemn eyes.

“So my throat really really hurts all the time, and it hurts a lot when I swallow things.” She said shyly as she fiddled around with a hole in her jeans.

The gentleman sat there struggling to pay attention to the child, seeing how the persistent itch resting in his nostrils were definitely making it a challenge. Normally his sneezes were so quick and to the point just like he was, but at this moment he could tell that they wanted to make him suffer.

“How lo-onghhH…” He clears his throat, followed by a sniffle and starts his sentence again. “Hh-How long has your throat been hhH-hurt-tingghh…?”

He trailed off and held his breath, trying to bite back any more hitches that wanted to make him sound silly in front his patient. Why now of all times? He thought to himself. Couldn’t it wait until after he was finished diagnosing his patient?

“Umm, I think its been hurting for like three days now? I don’t remember…” She gave a wry frown, feeling upset that she couldn’t give him solid information.

“It’s alright.” Reuben reassured, taking a deep swallow in hopes of swallowing down the itch along with it, but failing. “It sounds a lot like strep, b-but I’ll take a swab for testing just to be sure, ok?” His last sentence sounded slightly rushed, but the family didn’t notice, since the girl and her parents nodded in understanding.

It took all of his will power to stop himself from rubbing at his nose. He sniffled lightly as he grabbed the Q-tips, trying to at least bury the itch down to a tolerable level, but instead made his eyes start to water from the flare of the itch. He blinked a couple times, fighting to keep his eyelids open, but eventually failed as he felt them flutter shut. He instantly brought up his cupped hand, expectantly waiting for the sneeze to make itself known.

“Sir, are you alright?” The mother asked, concern coating her voice.

After he heard the mother ask that question, he could feel the stares of her and the rest of the family directly on him, as they too were waiting for the sneeze to finally release. He felt partially embarrassed but that feeling instantly vanished as the tickle flared up and teased him, causing his jaw to slack open with a deep hitch that followed.

“HhhH-uh…!” The gentleman stepped back away from the girl as to not sneeze near her and he internally sighed, seeing how the itch had died back down to an irritating level just as fast as it had come.

“Are you feeling okay, mister?” The little girl chimed in, just barely cutting through his own battle with his annoying itch.

Reuben nodded slightly, still concentrating on the tickle. He knew that he looked a mess, but the tickle was so unpredictable that he didn’t want to make a fool out of himself anymore than he already had.

“Yes, I’b fide. Judst dhought I was goi’g to s-sdeeze.” Reuben replied, wincing at how much congestion was piling up in his sinuses. He released an irritable sigh as he grabbed a few tissues from off of the counter and blew his nose. He knew that he needed to do a heavy blow, but in respect of his patient he released a soft blow into the tissues, that still sounded wet and gross, but not too unbearable. And no, that nose blow didn’t do anything for him but make him sound and look sick, and make his nose a light shade of pink.

He sighed, getting fed up with his irritating nose, feeling the itch become inflamed since he blew his nose, but it still wasn’t strong enough to actually make him sneeze. He grabbed the Q-tips once again, and approached the child and told her to say “Ahh” so that he could examine her throat and get a sample of her saliva. She gave a weird look at Reuben, seeing his tired frame slumped in front of hers with his mouth slightly open taking in uneven breaths, his droopy, tired eyes beating down into hers, his slightly twitching nose that was now clearly moist and practically leaking from all of the tickling he had been suffering through. Despite seeing this, she complied, closing her eyes and opening her mouth wide, giving Reuben full view of the inside of her mouth. It didn’t look good. He could see little red bumps coating the roof of her mouth, with white pus pockets as well. He took mental note of that.

The easy part was finished, now for the hard part. The swab. He didn’t want to press too hard on the back of her throat, or hit her uvula and make her gag, nor did he want to sneeze during the procedure and injure the patient. Reuben released a quick sigh and chestly coughed briefly over his shoulder. He just needed to finish up with this patient so that he could take all the time he needed to coax out the sneeze, or do whatever – He just needed a break.

Reuben took in a shaky breath and slowly guided the Q-tip into the child’s mouth, clenching all of his muscles while trying his hardest to keep his hand from shaking, and trying his hardest to ignore the burning tickle in his sinuses. While getting close to the back of the child’s throat, Reuben feels his body release a quick shutter from how uncomfortable it felt when a strand of clear phlegm tried to peak out of his left nostril. He sniffles out of habit and causes the itch to erupt like lighting a stick of dynamite and feeling it explode right inside of his nose. Instantly, he pulls his hand out from the child’s mouth and tries to quickly duck his face into the crook of his elbow with his teeth clamped shut, turning completely away from his patient and her family.

“hhH-H’IEGTTZSH!!” The first sneeze was desperate, wet sounding and forceful. He wasn’t quite fast enough to land it in the crook of his elbow, so it partially sprayed mist out into the open and onto his arm.

“Bless you!” The girl yelled, shocked from the loudness of the abrupt sneeze.

“Eh’ktsh-I’SSH…!!”

“Bless you, bless you!”

“Hh’ktsshsh!”

“Bless you!” The girl giggled from both enjoying saying bless you so many times and from peering over the pediatrician’s shoulder to reveal the look on Reuben’s face as he pulled his head out from his elbow. She had to look past his loose, disheveled beige locks to see his nose softly twitching and the distressed, hazy look on his face, signaling to her that he still wasn’t done.

“Hah-hh… E-excuehh-HhUH… Huktshn!”

“Bless you!”

“Eh’SSH! ‘Scuse be.” Reuben croaked, voice now thick and strained from the well overdue sneezes.

“Bless you, mister! Wow!” The girl exclaimed in awe. “If I ever sneezed that many times, I would die!” Reuben tried to apologize, knowing how disgusting and messy he looked through glossy eyes and constant sniffling.

“Don’t apologize for something you can’t help.” The mom instructed, giving Reuben a look of concern. “We all get sick, and that includes doctors too.”

He weakly shook his head, still feeling the tickle burning away at his nose as he released muted pants that made his chest bounce with each breath. He felt truly awful, but at this point he didn’t much care how he looked anymore. He just wanted the itch to leave him alone. It had caused enough havoc with him, and he wanted it to stop. The gentleman grabbed a handful of tissues and instantly blew into them, sneezing two more tired sneezes, while having them get muffled during the blow and from the soaked tissues, but he still received two cheerful ‘bless you’s from the girl. He couldn’t help but smile at the child and the pureness in her heart for blessing him so many times.

“Thangk you both.” Reuben croaked before dipping into his elbow again, releasing deep, chesty coughs into it. The sneezes seemed to open up his throat, making it scratchier and drier. On the last cough, he heard a slight rattle in his chest, which shocked him and the family in the room with him.

“I'm no doctor, but I know that doesn’t sound good…” The mother implied, with a questioning tone.

She was right. It didn’t sound good, and it didn’t feel good either. Reuben sighed and blew his nose once more into a fresh round of tissues, feeling like he had just been booted back to square one, with the subtle itch taunting at his nostrils again. So close yet so far. It felt like he was always on edge, waiting for the sneeze to build up, or for it to continue to linger in his nostrils so heavily that it made him continually breathe through his mouth.

“Alright Abel, let’s continue with the procedure.” Reuben suggested with a snuffle as he applied his hand sanitizer and picked up the Q-tip. Abel nodded and giggled at the gentleman, pointing at his face this time. He gave her a confused look at first, but then noticed that his glasses had been askew from the sneezing fit. A sheepish grin coats the man’s face as he defeatedly straightens his glasses and runs a hand through his hair as the little girl opened wide once again so that the gentleman could grab the samples that he needed. This time, it went smoothly with no issues, besides the faint hitches from the pediatrician, or the subtle sniffles he would release. “Alright. I’ll get this to the lab; they’ll do a couple tests and I’ll come back to let you know what steps we need to take after we get the results back.” Reuben informed them as he quickly left the room. He starts to release a well needed sigh as he massages the bridge if his nose, but is abruptly interrupted by Lani shoving another document into his face.

"How'd your first patient go? Great. Next patient is Alexander. Ryan had to leave early, so I told him you'd be willing to take over for his patient. You are, aren't you?" Lani asked, hoping that she had caught Reuben red handed and that he was about to give up and take the rest of the day off.

"O-of course." The gentleman says, startled as he tried to straighten up his posture and accept the document. Lani is silent for a moment.

"... Okay. Alexander just needs a simple check up. Shouldn't be too hard on you."

The gentleman nods his thanks and quickly heads into the restroom, needing a short break before he sees his next patient. He rubs his face with a few handfuls of cold water, trying to wake himself up and to give himself a bit of refreshment, and then he wipes away the beads of water into a paper towel. He knew that he didn't look 100% like himself, but it didn't matter. He was going to stay and finish his day off work regardless. He didn't want to let his patients or his co-workers down.

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My muse in a relationship ?s

🤗Are they physically affectionate?

Yes! Very much. He’ll hold hands a lot, give hand kisses, cheek kisses, play footsie, nuzzle, put his arms around him, rest their foreheads together. etc. Hes likes being physically affectionate

This could also work for the affectionate in public question but he’ll do it any of what i said above at home or in public. The only difference is, he’ll only give one or two kisses in public at a time, and at home they can make out.

🎶 Do they have a type? 

Yes! He tends to fall for interesting unique people. Whether its a boy or girl, if they interest him and are unique with a personality that appeals to him, he’s at risk of falling for them.

Looks wise, he does gravitate towards interesting looking people as well. Hes demi so hes not sexually attracted at first, but he will find them very very good looking and will get heart eyes. They tend to be uniquely pretty, and very naturally pretty. They wont need to try at all for Finrod to find them gorgeous. Also, they always have a gorgeous smile.

To better elaborate, some examples would be. Finrod’s Maglor is very quirky, even if hes a prince he doesnt particularly look it. He’ll have very unruly frizzy hairs at the sides of his face when its humid, and cow licks on top of his head. but very very soft emotional grey eyes, dresses a bit plain and disheveled at times, most times has muddy boots. Pays more attention to music than looking princely. Smells like harp strings and soaps he uses. Very introverted but wonderful at performing music, and has a secret genuine smile he only does around Finrod that he just goes crazy over. Secretly loves dancing, hips wiggle when excited, has the cutest giggle.

Finrod’s wife in some aus is Italian ( middle earth version of Italian). She has a pretty accent that gets deeper when upset or sassy. Has a very specific clothing style according to her culture. Has a completely different culture than Finrod does and he loves learning about it and participating. Loves sparring and will throw Finrod down on his butt every time. Shes very “i’ll kick anyone’s ass. i’ll kick your ass. i’ll kick maglor’s ass. i’ll kick my own ass” XD Again has a pretty smile too.

Rhys is extremely unique and why Finrod fell so hard. Pale with long fluffy white hair, white eyebrows and eyelashes. Cloudy eyes because hes blind,  full pale lips with pink tint. Makes a lot of facial expressions that give away how hes feeling, eye contact is never ever needed, hes got a unique way of expressing himself with other types of body language, and of course with words. Theres just something about all those expressions, the way he smiles, and how his eyelashes flutter when his eyes are part of the way open showing his cloudy eyes that just.. drew Finrod in. Everything he does is so intriguing and has a way of making Finrod smile, even when Rhys is a bit sarcastic. Theres a gentleness, love and loyalty to him along with layers upon layers of other things like shyness, bitterness, frustration, a little afraid, stubbornness. And of course everyone has so many layers to their personality, but his in particular Finrod fell in love with.  Obviously there are even more unique things like his mutation, but even without it Finrod would have still been just as intrigued. The way he sits at windows for warmth, the look on his face when he eats sweets, his smile, his laugh, the way he says certain words in his accent,  how he can melt with just a small physical gesture or when holding a soft bunny. Despite everything hes been through, hes still soft and sweet and beautiful, any roughness around the edges Finrod loves just as much. He embraces the uniqueness in its entirety, whether Rhys may consider some aspects of himself flawed or less than perfect, Finrod just sees his unique Rhys, perfect just the way he is in every way.

😡What are their deal breakers?

Nothing turns him off from a person faster than seeing them being hateful to someone. Just needlessly underhanded and hateful to someone who did nothing wrong. Like bullying, tripping someone just to be mean or throwing stuff at someone for no reason. In general, if they pick on people and bully them. But chances are Finrod wouldnt have been too interested in them if he didnt know them well enough yet to know their true nature.

Cheating. Or even just implying they would cheat turns him off so fasttt. A random example would be If Finrod had a crush on someone who happened to be dating someone. He wouldnt ever bring it up or imply that he was crushing, its rude and he would respect they were in a relationship. But if they started talking to him about how they would cheat with someone or even him, or even try to kiss him. Nope, turned off, right then. He could understand if they werent happy in their relationship and wanted to end it and find someone else, thats perfectly normal and fine, but not cheating and wanting both people ( or more than both).

Insulting him or his friends/family. Theres a difference between playful banter/playful insults and flat out true insults.  This may or may not be something that builds up to it being a deal breaker. If someone happens to tell him his hair looks awful one day hes gonna take it as them letting him know as a favor so he wouldnt have walked around like that too long or something so he could fix it. Thats totally fine and normal, but if someone makes that an every day thing where they constantly are insulting his hair, his clothes, his work, his food, etc. If they insult everything about him constantly hes gonna be turned off from them. However, before he does anything hes gonna talk to them about it first and let them know how theyre making him feel. Then their reaction will determine whether or not its a deal breaker. They would probably remain only friends though.

Similarly, if he hears someone outright insult a friend of his or family member hes gonna be turned off right then. A little communication will be applied again but still, only remain friends most likely.  It depends on the situation.

🏷️ Do they give their partners cute nicknames?

He does! If his partners name is long he’ll shorten it to a nickname. Rhys’ name is short already so he wont do that, but he’ll use things like “ Love” or very possibly a term of endearment in Gaelic that Rhys likes. Or maybe darling. Things like that. But I doubt he would ever say “Babe” or “Sweetheart”. He uses sweetheart for little kids, and babe just sounds funny to him.  He would never say Baby for sure.

📖 What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner?

I dont know that he has a favorite. He likes cooking together, going for walks, going to the park… So many things… if he had to pick a favorite its a tie between Cuddling on the couch with Rhys explaining tv shows, movies, and books while having a snack; and cooking together.

  🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner?

Well..Reading for one thing. They do most of their reading before bed all cuddled up and that technically counts for this question because its in the bedroom.

In terms of physical bedroom activities, he just likes kissing and making love in general with Rhys in any way they feel like. He could never choose a favorite if he tried, its all heavenly to him.

💚Are they prone to jealousy?

Not really. Finrod gets more sad and envious rather than jealous. For example, if before they became a couple, someone flirted with Rhys or Rhys flirted with someone, he would get a bit sad and envy them. He would never say anything though, hes too polite so there would never be any resentful feelings of jealousy or anything. Just a bit pouty.  Unless the person flirting with Rhys, or who Rhys was flirting with, was a jerk then he would be resentful toward that person and very protective. Most likely he would just talk to Rhys about it, communication is the best thing for it.

Although, if he and Rhys ( or just in general he and a partner, this applies always) were dating, he would never ever get jealous, sad or, envious because there would be no reason to. He trusts Rhys completely and knows he would never cheat on him, so if anyone ever flirted with Rhys, his response wouldnt be jealousy, it would be to politely let the person know Rhys was his boyfriend. If that didnt work and they still were bothering Rhys, then he’d tell them to get lost.  Probably growl if the person is stubborn and takes it to far.

👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private?

This ties in with the first question. He’ll hold hands, give hand kisses, cheek kisses, play footsie, nuzzle, put his arms around him, rest their foreheads together, and one or two kisses at a time maybe three. He wont make out in public ( unless theyre somehow hidden they might have a mini make out, like ex: making out under their umbrella at the beach)  but is very affectionate in a tasteful way. Granted terribly sappy, but tasteful.

The only difference between public and private is that they kiss a lot in private, will definitely make out for as long as their hearts desire. They also have a lot of sex.

💔Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? 

Going back into the deal breaker question, he will never enter a relationship with someone whos a bully to anyone or him. Its just not going to happen, ever.  If someone doesnt treat people right or him right, he doesnt want any sort of relationship with them at all.

💝How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship?

It depends on the relationship. With Rhys he was always comfortable because they had been friends for years prior. Sure a little awkward, but also comfortable. Since they had been best friends i think it was a little scary. Finrod didnt want to ruin their friendship but they both knew things would get better rather than anything getting ruined. They fully trusted each other so they knew they would always be together regardless and let themselves follow where ever their feelings led. I would say after a few months of dating they were pretty secure, a little awkward and it felt like a dream, but secure and comfortable. In terms of being comfortable with new stages in the relationship thats something different, they took each step slowly at a comfortable pace.

In a different situation, in general it would take him several months to feel secure and comfortable, possibly almost a year if he and the person hadnt known each other that well before they started dating. That would mean they dated in order to get to know each other and it takes a long time to fully get to know someone that well.

🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love?

Finrod would do anything his love needed. Anything. Finrod would kill for Rhys if he had too.

That being said, Rhys is someone he trusts completely and he wouldnt ever be in a relationship if he didnt trust his partner like that wholly. Rhys would never ask him to do anything unless there was a solid good reason. Finrod knows that. So if a reason ever presented itself he would do what ever Rhys needed in a heartbeat.

Doing anything to protect Rhys isnt even debatable, he would protect Rhys with his last dying breath if he had to.

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Oda and Dazai!

So this got…… kinda long… and probably strayed from the ask meme and is more of like a character study lmao whoOPS I’m so sorry. But thank you for the ask xD

Character Writing Meme

Oda

So in canon, Oda never smiles, like ever; he definitely has a broad array of emotions, for sure, but he doesn’t let either positive or negative ones outwardly show very much except in extreme situations ahaha. But it’s natural instinct for me to describe characters as smiling softly/a little bit, or frowning or whatnot, so I can’t help but write Oda like that as well, because I feel like writing him would get boring quickly if his expressions were never described like I do for others and if he wasn’t the pov character where you had his inner thoughts/emotions to make up for that (the original Dark Era novel is in his point of view, and it really helps you to get into his thoughts/emotions, some of which the anime carried over, so that makes his rarely-changing expression not as bothersome). I try to remind myself to keep it as lowkey as possible though (again, talking about fics not in his pov); he probably realistically has to smile sometimes, but I make sure never to overdo it and to keep that sort of amusingly nonchalant/unfazed outward personality Oda has at the same time.

When around Dazai, Oda is pretty much the only person who will let him go off on one of his crazy, dramatic, depressing tangents about life/death and wanting to die and all that, deal with that loopiness that is Dazai. In other words, he won’t ignore him or admonish him for acting like that, which nearly everyone else in the series who Dazai interacts with does. The only time Oda will interfere is if Dazai is directly putting himself in a harmful situation, but when he’s just talking, he’ll let him get it all out. I haven’t actually written much involving this aspect of him, but this is important about Oda when he and Dazai are together, that Oda lets Dazai be himself and lets him get out all his extremely negative emotions instead of forcing him to bottle them up even more, which is a good thing for Dazai to have. In this way, Oda understands Dazai better than anyone else in the entire series, but the key is that he isn’t aware how much he does (because Oda is so damn humble), and so Oda never takes further steps to help out Dazai, as good as letting him talk things out is. In short, Oda cares about Dazai (most likely his fatherly instincts showing through) and worries about him unconsciously, and is content to let Dazai be his strange self when he’s with him, letting him do his thing as long as he’s not actually harming himself, which is why they get along so well… but at the same time Oda will never try to actively play counselor/therapist with Dazai to attempt to help him more permanently, because he doesn’t think he can/isn’t brave enough to/just doesn’t really think to do so. Which leads me to…

…Oda is selfish to a degree, because he’s human, and selfishness is human nature. I’m only really talking about the situation with the kids, though. Canonically, after the kids were killed, Oda went on a suicide mission for the sake of revenge for the kids, abandoning Dazai, who still desperately needed and wanted him, and throwing aside any small chance of building a happy life back up for himself and eventually getting away from the mafia and fulfilling his dream of becoming a writer, and possibly taking Dazai with him and making him happier than he is now at the ADA. In that moment, all logic shut down inside of him, and he acted on his instincts, knowing he was going to die, all because he felt like he didn’t care about anything anymore, for revenge that was more for himself than the kids who didn’t even know they were being avenged, obviously. Of course I’m not entirely blaming Oda or trying to intentionally shit on him (I love him lmao), and his mental state then is completely understandable, but it still stands that he acted on selfish motives when he did what he did and got himself killed from it. He made a huge mistake leaving Dazai behind, breaking his heart and taking his best friend in the world away from him, and I’m sure Oda realized that once Dazai showed up, realized that there was so much he still needed to do for Dazai that he never had done and never could anymore then, and realized how much it hurt him too because of how much he truly cared about Dazai. When I wrote his death scene from his own pov, that’s what I wanted to show, him realizing how selfish he had been by doing this to Dazai. Because as much as Oda loves Dazai, he loves those kids more, not only because of just him loving kids in general, but also because taking care of those kids in particular he associates directly with his own “redemption” from his previous life as an assassin, so once they’re killed, he decides that everything is over, gives up, because their deaths mean that he failed in trying to turn over a new leaf, so he goes back to killing and decides to end it all, forgetting Dazai completely. Again, I’m not blaming his mentality, not blaming Oda for being so human, but that’s basically what happened, and it was selfish. So writing anything post-bombing, I think about this a lot; Oda is a genuinely kind and loving person, there’s no doubt about it, and he wants only the best for Dazai and the kids for their own sakes, but at the same time, if he feels like his morals/beliefs are trampled on/destroyed in any way so that he can’t uphold them anymore, he’s just done, and nothing else and no one else matters in his mind anymore. Dazai never would have been “saved” by his last words if he hadn’t approached Oda himself, and as good as the ADA is for him, he would be much better there with his best friend who understands him the most, if Oda hadn’t decided to get himself offed instead.

Dazai

First and most obviously, Dazai rarely ever lets himself show any part of his emotional side. If anyone tries to question his behavior or things he says worryingly/shows concern for him, he’ll try to brush it off with some lie about him daydreaming about a creative suicide or something. He’s worse about this overdramatic goofiness in ADA-era, despite being in a better setting, because he was more inclined to get gloomier/more depressing/deeper into his bleak mind with Oda, who didn’t mind any of his behavior. Imo Dazai is of the opinion that no one in the ADA really cares about what’s going on in his mind/his emotions like Oda did, which unfortunately most of them give the impression of (even if they don’t mean it, they really need to get better about it… looking at u, Kunikida), so he acts even more over-the-top in order to annoy them even more, so there’s even less of a chance for them to worry about him, ever. He’s not comfortable sharing how he really feels with anyone anymore, so he makes sure no one ever wants to ask or wonder (”oh it’s just Dazai being Dazai, as usual”). That being said…

I’m sure there are days when he’s worse, and it’s a lot harder for him to hide it in the ADA. Atsushi obviously is most likely the only person he will ever let himself be somewhat vulnerable around now, and Atsushi will try to help him but not push him too much. So Dazai might share some things, but not too much; probably not until he and Atsushi have been with each other for a long time. Obviously, anything to do with Oda will make it hard for Dazai to retain his goofy facade, particularly Oda’s birthday and the anniversary of his death, among other, random days.

Realted to the above, Dazai never cries imo; the most he will ever allow himself is for his eyes to get barely heated or watery, and of course only when he’s alone. The only time I believe he ever full-on cried was after Oda’s death.

To Dazai, Atsushi represents Oda’s legacy, and in some ways he tries to guide Atsushi in the way that he felt like Oda guided his kids, although I’m sure that he knows he isn’t nearly as good enough for that as Oda was. But Atsushi is definitely extremely important to Dazai for so many reasons, and I’m sure he would definitely do anything to keep him safe, and genuinely be terrified if he was in serious danger.

I believe that Dazai respects Kunikida highly despite how much he trolls him, because Kunikida is basically a mix of Oda and Ango, personality-wise and morals-wise. Behind Atsushi, he’s the person Dazai cares about the most in the present time, as much as he doesn’t show it.

Similarly, imo Dazai highly respects Fukuzawa for how he runs the ADA, and for his morals and how welcoming he is to new members, which, surprise surprise, probably also reminds Dazai of Oda. But there’s another component to it, and that is how Fukuzawa is versus how Dazai’s old boss, Mori, was. It’s obvious that Mori was emotionally and mentally abusive and very unhealthy for Dazai, but I don’t think Dazai himself really felt that horror until Mori “betrayed” him by setting things up so that Oda would be led into death, and then refused to help save his life; Fukuzawa, on the other hand, values every single life of his subordinates, whereas Mori would gladly sacrifice anyone for the sake of the entire organization (and himself), and I think that difference is something that was foreign to Dazai and hard for him to trust at first, but is now something he wholeheartedly appreciates and respects about Fukuzawa. That’s my headcanon, at least, and something I think about with those two (and thinking in general about other major differences in how the ADA operates versus what Dazai just took for granted in the mafia, and how little things might still take him off-guard in the ADA even now).

[misomilk]

FINAL CHRISTMAS OTP PROMPT FROM ME, MISO SENPAI! THE PERSON WHO YOU THINK IT IS, BUT IT REALLY ISN'T, BUT REALLY IT IS. ;) HOW'S ABOUT SEBRON, IN EITHER THE TITANIC AU OR THE STAR AU? YAAAAAAAAAAAAS. SANK YOU. ;* ILUSFM!!!!!!!! I MEAN, WHAT? NO. I'M A TOTAL STRANGER.

AAAAAAAAAAA SENPAI. YOU ARE SO CUTE, MY HEART EXPLODES WITH DOKIS. I KNOW IT’S YOU 😘 Thank youuuuuuuuuuu for sending -GASPS- sebron 😭 I haven’t thought about this pair in soooo lo--no, that’s a lie. I’ve been thinking about them lately. ;D Just that, the thoughts haven’t turned into written words. Hahaha

ILUSFM2, SWEET SENPAI SINPAI. I hope you enjoy reading these!

Christmas OTP Questions: sebron

Who wakes the other up excitedly on Christmas morning? Which one begs for five more minutes of sleep? For both AUs, it’s Ronald that wakes up all excited, but for different reasons. Titanic!Ron is excited because it’s Christmas!! and it’s wonderful. He loves it. Remember he once woke Sebastian up and gave himself to Seabass as his present. After that year, it’s always Sebastian that wakes up before Ronald, to make sure Ronald wakes up THE BEST way on his favorite day of the year.Star!Ron is awake from 5am, refreshing (ctrl+r or alt+f5) the SOFC (Sebas-chan Official Fan Club--access limited to Members only, password-protected) website to see Sebastian’s special Christmas message, which can only be viewed on Christmas day. Note that while he’s refreshing like crazy, the very star he’ll be watching on the screen is sleeping soundly in his bed. Sebastian wakes up to Ronald squealing (even though Ronald tries so hard not to squeal loudly), groans, gets out of bed to pull Ronald away from his pc desk and drags him back to bed.“Sleep. Spaz later.”“Wait, I gotta message Grell--”“Spaz later.”“Your wink at the end of the video is to DIE for, Sebas-chan.”“Wink later. Sleep. Sleep. Two eyes closed, Ronald.”“Yes, but--”“Sleep. Please.”

Which one hangs the mistletoe? In Titanic AU, it’s Sebastian. He hangs it at the door connecting the kitchen and the living room, and normally waits there before lunch/dinner so that Ronald will have to kiss him before eating. (Sebastian likes to think it’s his appetizer.) In Star AU, it’s Ronald. He hangs it in a way that replicates a certain scene in one of Sebastian’s movies, where he kabedons a girl beneath a mistletoe before kissing her. Sebastian plays along, reciting his DOKIFUL lines to the girl, but replacing the girl’s name with “Ronald”. When Sebastian leans in to kiss Ronald, he pulls away for a tiny bit, just to get Ron to whimper and whine (which Ron does). Sebastian has a wicked smile on his face as he kisses Ronald, deeper than stated in the script.

Which one cooks? Do they cook together? Do they go out to eat? In Titanic AU, they go out to eat. Sebastian treats Ronald to the most expensive of restaurants, which makes Ronald feel uneasy. He doesn’t like it when he gets too pampered by Sebastian, because he likes proving he earns enough on his own, too. He doesn’t like feeling like he’s just a pet to keep happy with such luxury. He tells Sebastian about this, and he corrects himself in their future dates.In Star AU, Sebastian super duper wishes he could go out to eat with Ronald, but because of his star status and keeping up a good, never-in-a-relationship image for all his fans, he can’t. Ronald understands, of course, and even puts out more effort than Sebastian that they shouldn’t ever have a date outside his house. WHICH IS WHY Grell, glorious and awesome as she is, sets up a plan with William. After Sebastian’s performance at Music Station (a music show that always has a 3 hr special of musicians performing live on Christmas), William takes Sebastian to Grell’s bar, which is closed to the public for the evening. All the bar’s tables are set to the side, except for one table for two, candle lit. Ronald sits on one chair, with a blindfold over his eyes. (Grell kidnapped him and brought him here after they watched Music Station together.) It’s Sebastian that takes off Ronald’s blindfold, and they’re both just so overwhelmed that they can finally have a date outside. Grell and her staff serve them D E L I C IO U S food that evening, and even let Sebron go on a pretend drive date using a cardboard car and a projector. It’s a little silly but IT’S SUPER DOKIFUL.(Wow. That was such a long answer. OOPS)

Which one can’t sleep the night before? In Titanic AU, they sleep in their normal hours. After a few rounds of good shit good shit sex. ;DIn Star AU, Ronald stays up and waits for Sebastian to arrive. There are years Sebas arrives early on the evening of the 24th, but there are times he arrives late into the night, still busy with shooting despite him having to perform live the following day. Ronald spends time marathoning his most favorite drama by Sebastian, and sometimes that movie with the kabedon mistletoe scene, too.

Which one dresses like they’re straight out of a Christmas movie? Both of them??? In any of the AUs???? XD Well Star AU Sebas definitely dresses up on Christmas bec of that Music show. Ronald watches him from the tv in a concert t-shirt, house shorts, penlight and Sebas-chan uchiwa in hand.

Which one sings Christmas carols loudly and off-key at random times? In Titanic AU, it’s Sebastian. BEC I WANT HIM TO. I cant have him ever sing off-key in Star AU so he definitely has to (have one imperfection LOL) here in Titanic AU. He can’t even sing Jingle Bells right. Poor man. Ronald laughs at him, not in a ‘HAHA U SUCK” way but in a “GOSH IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS LOSER” way. He sings along with Sebastian, purposely ruining his own melody/pitch to match Sebastian.In both AUs, Ronald gets pretty passionate about (specifically) "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”, that his voice breaks while singing. On a related note to that favorite song, in Star AU, Sebastian catches Ronald listening to this version and starts to sing along. Ronald gets so. fucking. aroused (/o\) by Sebastian’s P E  R F  EC T voice, that by the time the trombone solo goes, Ronald is already making out with Sebas and tearing his clothes off. Sebastian keeps singing him the song while Ronald kisses his neck, feeling like he’s kissing Sebastian’s sweet voice.

Which one tears open their packages? Which one slowly, methodically unwraps every single one? In Titanic AU, they both unwrap methodically. Ronald gets a lot more presents than Sebastian, because he’s got a whole lot of family and is so loved by both grandparents on both sides of the family. He’s the Family Favorite. XDIn Star AU, Sebastian gets a whole FUCKTON of gifts from fans. Ronald helps him open them. Ron starts opening methodically, until he runs out of patience and just tears them up. Sebastian unwraps each present methodically, from start to finish.

Who opens their biggest gift first? Who opens their smallest gift first? In Titanic AU, Ronald goes from smallest to biggest. Sebastian goes from biggest to smallest. They both reserve each other’s gifts for last.In Star AU, they go by it as the gifts are sorted. William has a list of presents, so they go through that list one by one.

Which one makes the sappy Christmas speech? In both AUs, Sebastian. Because no matter what AU, he just has that way with words. In Titanic AU, he makes Titanic references to make Ronald s w o o n. In Star AU, he sings and Ronald just--he faints, man. No matter the AU, Sebastian aims to make Ronald lose himself and is successful in both.

Which one’s family do they spend Christmas Day with? Does the whole family get together, or is it just your OTP, and any kids they have? In Titanic AU, the first Christmas they’re an official couple, Ronald  persuades Sebastian to go to his family home with him, and Sebastian reluctantly agrees. Sebas had a bad feeling about it, based on what he overhears from Ronald when he’s on the phone with a relative. They only last a two hours at Ronald’s old home, because apparently Ronald’s family wasn’t as open-minded as he thought they were, Sebastian suffering the brunt of it. Despite the family not liking who his boyfriend is, Ronald still remains to be the Family Favorite, though his relatives are vocal about ‘breaking up this fling and finding a girl to settle down with soon’. It really pains him. Ever since then, they spend all holidays alone together.In Star AU, they spend Christmas together by themselves in Ron’s apartment, except for that one year Grell held that surprise for them. The year after that, they plan a surprise for Grelliam, too, which was a little hard to accomplish because of William being such a workaholic.

Which one buys a gift for their pet? No pets~ But if they had one, Ronald in Titanic AU and Sebas in Star AU.Titanic: Bec Ron gets so easily attached to animals, like hamsters or dogs. Although they don’t necessarily like him back. LOL When they’re out on a walk, and Ronald tries to pet a dog, the dog tends to approach Sebastian instead.Star: Sebastian. Because he’s never had a pet, so having one must be so wonderful for him.

Who dreams of a white Christmas? For both, Sebastian. Because I think he finds peace in seeing the world be covered in a white blanket. He thinks it’s calming how the world’s noises seem muted by the snow. To have the world be muted like that on one of the noisiest days of the year is nice. He’d like to just snuggle up with Ronald on such a day.

Which one munches on candy until lunch time? Hmmmm neither of them, probs. XD I’ll turn the question into “Which one spoils themselves by watching something they love?” It’s Ronald for both.Titanic: “Ronald, Titanic isn’t even a Christmas movie.”“It’s a great movie. We’re watching it.”Star AU: “Ronald, that’s the twelfth time you’ve watched last year’s performance.”“It doesn’t reduce your radiance, Sebas-chan. You’re so amazing.”

Which one goes to bed first that day? Which one stays up, being nostalgic? In Titanic AU, Ronald heads to bed first, with Sebastian watching him, feeling giddy that this person chooses to stay with him.In Star AU, Sebastian falls asleep first. He’s just so dead tired by then, what with his live performance and all. Ronald watches him sleep, not in a fanboy-y way. Just-- he lets himself bask in Sebastian’s presence. He wishes them another wonderful year to come.

Which one is ready to start de-decorating on the 26th? Which one wants to keep stuff up until after January? In Titanic AU, Sebastian wants anything Christmas gone by the 26th. Ronald, though sad, helps Sebastian put things away. When Sebastian realizes how sad Ronald gets while putting away decors, he lets him keep one garland across their living room to keep the Christmas vibe alive.In Star AU, both of them don’t care for Christmas much to put up decors. So they don’t have any de-decorating to do. XD Ronald attempts the mistletoe thing all throughout December though. Hehehhe.

AAAAAAAAAAAAND THATS IT. Thank you soooo sososoosososo much for sending these asks, bb. I had so much fun answering them. I hope you had fun reading them, too. ;*

I LOVE U SO MUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!!!!!! You are the best. 😍

[theteamoth]

Massive Ask Meme

I was tagged by @grey-skies-full-moon Rules: Tag 20 people (I don’t know that much people, but I’ll do my best)

Well, here goes something, mates.

Your last:

1. Drink: Coffee with spices, just a couple hours ago.

2. Phone Call: from my friend Liyba.

3. Text message: also from my other friend, Jenya.

4. Song you listened to: Mother Of Flame by Miracle Of Sound ft. Sharm. Randomly appeared on my playlist, but I like Gavin Dunne and the vocals are just... Epic and breathtaking.

5. Time you cried: I... think it happened in June. For personal reasons.

 Have You:

6. Dated someone twice: Nope.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Kinda. Maybe. I don’t know anymore.

8. Been cheated on: Technically? Yeah, it happened once.

9. Lost someone special: Yes.

10. Been depressed: I still am! xD But seriously – yeah. I’m slowly getting better, though.

11: Gotten drunk and thrown up: Actually, no, never. Hangover... That’s a whole other (and messy) story.

 List 3 Favorite Colors:

12. Electric blue.

13. Black

14: Grey and grayish colours.

 In the last year, have you…

15. Made new friends: I’ve met new people, so yeah, I hope I can consider them my friends.

16. Fallen out of love: Heh... Yes. Should’ve happened f*cking lot sooner.

17. Laughed until you cried: Once or twice. Also I tend to hiccup and snort. xD

18. Found out someone was talking about you: Nope.

19. Met someone who changed you: ...probably. Don’t know yet.

20. Found out who your friends are: People I can rely on and trust with my life. Even if we literally (and figuratively) drifted apart.

21. Kissed someone on your FB list: Excluding family members – yes, And it made things and a friendship very complicated for a while.

 GENERAL:

22. How many Facebook friends do you know in real life: A small number, maybe 8 or 10 people.

23. Do you have any pets: I had a cat before, but now... I WISH I COULD AFFORD A PET DAMMIT. T_T

24. Do you want to change your name: My last name, yes. I became dissatisfied with it over time.

25. What did you do for your last birthday: I spent it alongside my friends – they organized a great party!

26. What time did you wake up: I often wake up at random times and turning off alarm while asleep is the new norm. Today it was at 6:47.

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Watching YouTube and talking to a friend via VK.)

28. Name something you can’t wait for: When I can live my own life.

29. When was the last time you saw your Mom: Right now.) She sits on my right.

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I could regularly see and touch all my friends and loved ones.

31. What are you listening to right now: Game of Thrones  soundtrack. Specifically, “Mhysa”

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: My close friend is called Tom. Or Toma.)

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Family rows, all that shouting and screaming and blaming. Also, myself – sometimes. But mostly I am chill and calm... maybe  too calm. At least I think so. I want to get better. I’m getting there. Slowly, but I do.

34. Most visited website:  YouTube, VK, Tumblr and my frpg forum.

35. Mole/s: I’ve got one on the back my neck and on my forehead. Also one on my back.

36. Mark/s: Several scars – on my neck and face (had an operation), a gunpowder burn right under my knee, several long thin scars on my chest from a knife... Those are the most prominent and fresh. Other scars faded with time, but are still visible if you take a closer look.

37. Childhood dream: A lot of them. Can’t remember all anymore, but I dreamed to be a superhero.

38. Hair color: Light-brown, maybe... blonde?? Don’t know. xD

39. Long or short hair: Short at the moment. Had shoulder-length hair for a long while, but grew tired of ‘em. Besides, this summer was fricking HOT – nearly 40 C.

40. Do you have a crush on someone? ... yes. Wish I didn’t.

41. What do you like about yourself: Uh... I don’t know, actually. But I’m loyal to those I consider friends and family, maybe to a fault. I like to think I’m creative and smart, even

42. Piercings: Nope.) I thought about it but it ain’t my style.

43. Blood type: B +.

44: Nicknames: Novac, Dobric, “that feathered smartass”... xDD

45. Relationship status: single.

46. Zodiac: Leo/Year of the Rooster.

47. Pronouns: He/Him. 

48. Favorite TV show(s): Can’t say I have ONE. But I have a lot of favorites – Marvel series (Daredevil, Jessica Jones, etc.), Fullmetal Alchemist, My Hero Academia, Game of Thrones, Brooklyn 99... Those I do enjoy for multitude of reasons.)

49. Tattoos: Nope. Not yet, anyways. Considering it – permanent mods should have personal weight and meaning; at least, for me they should reflect something.

50. Right or left hand: Right-handed.

51. Surgery: The most serious operation happened in 2014. I had (and still have, but it’s non-malignant) a tumor; bone tissues were slowly growing through my head. Right under my hypophysis, right behind my left eye and near my carotid artery. It wracked me with migraines and flashes of intense pain, occasionally I blacked out from pain and lack of blood supply (it was kinda strangling my carotid artery). So, doctors cut almost everything out by going directly through my face and carotid artery. So, like that. But hey, I’m alive!

52. Hair dyed a different color:  It’s a nice idea, but I can’t decide on a colour.

53. Sports: Swimming and yoga!

54. Vacation: If I could go with all my friends at Crimea, it would be awesome. Unfortunately they all live abroad and getting to Crimea is problematic as f*ck. Also, money is the issue.

55. Shoes: Good sneakers are pretty great, occasionally sandals... But I love my grinders to death – solid, comfortable, practical shoes. Also good in a fight.

56. Eating: YES

57. Drinking: Yep.)

58. I’m about to: post this ask meme and tag people.)

59. Waiting for: Something good to happen.

60. Want: to understand what I want from myself and life. And to get over my inconvenient crush.

61. Get married: definitely not now and not in the next few years. If it happens, it happens. But not soon.

62. Career: video game writer, writer, lawyer, psychologist... Maybe. I am at loss right now. Now I just started working as a copyrighter.

 WHICH IS BETTER:

63. Hugs or kisses: Can I choose both? Both is good! But kisses from someone I love and cherish are the best. And yeah, I also want a hug followed with a smooch. 

64. Lips or eyes: Both!

65. Shorter or taller: Honestly... Being almost 6,5 feet – or 1,97 in metric – makes me higher than most. Can’t say I have a preference, but inevitably my SO’s were significantly shorter than me. Maybe I do have a thing for shorter people.

66. Older or younger: That depends.

67. Nice arms or nice stomach: I... don’t know? Can’t say it matters to me that much.

68. Sensitive or loud: … Again, a bit of both.

69. Hook up or relationship: Relationship. Demisexual here!

70. Troublemaker or hesitant: I’m hesitant for the most part, and easily get stuck in routines, but I can be a troublemaker too. Both are good in their own ways and time. But I love a little chaos and fun, that’s for sure – it is necessary not to stagnate.

 HAVE YOU EVER:

71. Kissed a stranger: Such thing happened.

72. Drank hard liquor: Define HARD. xD The hardest liquor I ever drank was undiluted absinthe, 80%. Delicious!~

73. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I wear glasses since 4, but had never lost them.

74. Turned someone down: Yes.

75. Sex on first date: No. It’s too fast, too much for me.

76. Broken someone’s heart: I think so. Yes. Out of necessity.

77. Had your heart broken: Multiple times.

78. Been arrested: Almost. I can be fast when it’s necessary.)

79. Cried when someone died: I sobbed and screamed.

80. Fallen for a friend: Yes. And THAT is what makes our friendship complicated. She doesn’t need it, I understand it and agree with her – she doesn’t know about my crush. My emotions... Well, they ain’t making things easier. Stupid heart.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

81. Yourself: Not exactly. I try to.

82. Miracles: Weird shit happens so yeah! xD I try to keep an open mind and consider myself agnostic.

83. Love at first sight: Hard to say. I don’t think so – there may be strong attraction (which most people confuse with lust), deep understanding and some solid intuitive feelings, but not love. Love is something you understand and gain through work, through understanding, knowing your SO on a much deeper level, both physical and spiritual.

84. Santa Claus: HOW CAN YOU ASK THAT QUESTION THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS SITE

85. Kiss on the first date: Maybe. It depends.

 OTHER:

86. Current best friend: Which one?) I’ve known mine for ages and I will kill for them, if needed. They saved my life and mind and I am grateful beyond simple words.

87. Eye color: Blue-grey, but some people say I have a hint of green.

88. Favorite movie: “The Intouchables”. SERIOUSLY GUYS HAVE YOU SEEN IT?! MY HEART. MY HEART.

tagging: @saisai-chan, @breeeliss, @ferisae, @jaeger-of-freiheit, @missdreawrites, @midnightfuckingmayor, @charmer-of-wind, @thehollowkidvg

[thatawesomenerdygirl]

Ice Skating

Requested by: 9Zio6TSIOX! Relationship: Bruce x Reader.

Prompt: Maybe a prompt where reader is a very famous figure skater (:v YOI) and skates to "You can be king again". fluff. Astonish Damian + Batboys.

Warning: I have no idea about figure skating and I've just heard "You can be king again" today. So, yeah, sorry..... XD (Kill meee....)

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"Guys hurry up! It's their last show!" Dick shouted excitedly, the rest of the boys followed him with a grunt.

They were forced, except for Dick, of course, you and Bruce had planned about this for a long time ago. The boys and Bruce's nightly jobs didn't help either.

You always spend the day with Alfred, it's not like you don't like it, you loved it. The problem is, you wanted your husband and your sons to hang with you too. So you forced them to come with you to a show that involved ice skating.

"Do we really have to go too?" You heard Tim groaned, he doesn't really like this kind of thing. He only loves things that have something to do with technology.

What a cute dork.

"Yes." You replied, your answer emitted another groan from them.

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You sat between Bruce, Dick to your right, Jason next to him, Tim next to Jason and Damian next to Tim. Alfred on Bruce's right.

You sat in the VIP seats of course, close to the ring, it's Bruce we're talking about. He always wanted the best for his family but him being...him, he would never admit it.

The show went well, you loved every minute of it. Especially when a couple showed up and danced their heart out in the ring, the way they move. Smiles on their faces, it almost made you cry.

It wasn't the best part, it was about to come.

"The grand finale, the one we were waiting for--" the MC's words was drowned when you stood up.

"Where are you going?" Jason asked, his head already turned towards you, so does the others. Was it just you or Jason's voice was a bit deeper than usual?

Dick now somehow look like a happier version of Bruce,

Tim's hair got a little bit longer, he has dark circles under his blue irises,

Damian got taller and you couldn't help but notice he looked like a young playboy,

And Bruce got some gray hair, still handsome though.

You made a great decision by bringing them here.

"Girl's problem." You answered, you were about to leave but Dick's words made you stop in your tracks.

"But ma, the awesome part is about to start!" He said, flailing his hands like a little kid, like when he was 9.

Turning around to face him, a smile already gracing your beautiful features, you walked towards him.

A hand reached up to ruffle his raven hair, his locks were smooth. Oh, how much you missed to cuddle with them and you're so going to do that after you got back.

"I'll be back soon, don't worry." You promised, placing a motherly kiss on top of his head before leaving.

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A few minutes after you left, a skater makes an appearance in the rink.

Dick cheered so hard, until all people's attention turned to him, making him sit back down.

Her face was covered with a mask, she was famous because of her moves and the way she kept her face hidden. Her fans, however, place random faces on the internet saying 'the mysterious skater's face' and none of them got it right.

But tonight, they got to see her face since it's her last show in the rink.

"Oh my god! She's going to miss the show!"

Dick stood up in an attempt to search for you but Bruce stops him, "No, she won't miss this." He assured.

"Then where is she?"

"Don't worry about her master Dick," Alfred spoke up, "I am sure she will be back soon."

The music started, gaining Dick's attention back to the rink where the skater was bowing before she started to move aside, exiting the ring. She successfully made the audiences confused.

Another figure skaters showed up, it was two kids. A girl and a boy, they were about 7 years old. The boy wears a tux? And the girl wears a casual outfit with the same mask the mysterious figure skater wore.

"Huh?"

"I thought this was a figure skating?" Damian questioned, his emerald eyes still boring on the rink waiting for the next move.

"It is, I think she's trying to tell a story." Tim wondered out loud, his index finger was placed in front of his lips and his head was tilted slightly to the side.

They went silent as they watched the show intensely.

The girl took the boy's hands in hers, she moved around the rink guiding and teaching the boy how to skate, they looked so happy, spinning around, twirling and playing around until the lights dimmed.

The boy fell down, his face held a broken look, blank and unreadable. The girl skated towards the boy, she knelt down and wrapped her arms around him as if to comfort him. Instead of hugging back the boy shoves the girl away and left the rink, the girl did the same soon after.

"What a good act," Damian commented with a scoff, Dick threw a paper, from god knows where at Damian to shut him up.

Other skaters went into the ring, the girl also wore the same mask. They're older, about 20? Probably.

Both of them skated around the rink as they danced, the way they moved were faster than the kids before as if they were fighting, but soon after they stopped and begun to slow danced on the ice towards the edge of the rink.

The same boy showed up, this time he wears a circus outfit. Dick's eyes widened at the sight but decided not to say anything and let whatever those figure skaters do what they had in mind.

He immediately stopped in the center of the rink and slumped down to his knees, the lights were pointed at him. The older skaters knelt down to his level, both of them opened their arms for the boy which he gladly accept by jumping towards them.

A bunch of 'aw's and 'cute's can be heard, Dick of course also one of them. He couldn't shake off the familiar feeling that started to bubble up, same goes for the other boys.

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Things getting more suspicious by the end, the more they looked at the mysterious skater, the more the familiar feelings started to bubble up.

She has the same reflects as their mom a.k.a you. The way she moves on the ring earlier, when she twirls as she jumped, when she did some moves they didn't know how to put it because it was so complicated and lastly when she hugged the boy earlier, the way she took him under her wings.

She was standing in the center of the rink, both of her gloved hands were placed on her mask, ready to take it off.

"This is what you've been waiting for... Face reveal.."

Her hands moved up to slip the mask off her face.

"MOM!?"

"UMMI!?"

"I fucking called it." Jason snapped his fingers.

You waved at them, a hand holding your mask. A smile gracing your delicate features, you could feel all eyes were fixed on you, including your partners earlier.

"Hey boys!" You exclaimed, "I'm (Y/N) Wayne." You turned around to see the rest of the audience, still waving at them.

"As you know, this is my last show..." You trailed off, turning around once again to your family, "..I'm married with that playboy over there, I have 4 handsome boys, one awesome best of friend slash father-in-law," you waved at Alfred who was smiling at you, "and another soon to be member of the Wayne family!" You rubbed your stomach.

Your statement made Bruce's eyes brightened as they widened in shock and joy, same goes for Alfred.

All the people cheered and clapped for you, you heard a bunch of congrats from them, you smiled. "Thank you for all of your support for all these years, I appreciate it so much, and as you can see. My performance today wasn't the same as I used to," you explained, not noticing your family had gone from their seats.

As you continued your speech, you felt some arms wrapping themselves around you gently. You softly laughed at the warm feeling, knowing who exactly these arms belong to.

"Why don't you tell me you could skate?" Damian questioned, his arms wrapped around your waist, you could hear the amusement and adoration that laced his tone.

"I thought you would've known Dami." You laughed and gently stroking his head.

"I can't believe it, I've been fanboying over my own mother after all these years." You heard Dick chirped from behind.

"And I thought you couldn't be more awesome than you already are." Jason chimed in with a grin that he always pulled off when he was 13.

"I am speechless." Tim breathed in awe.

"So am I master Tim,"

You glanced over at Bruce who was staring at you with bright eyes and the biggest smile he ever plastered on his handsome face.

From that you knew, there will be the most fanciest Gala / Party or whatever he has in mind tonight.

[reyintherain]

The Last Jedi: Vanity Fair covers reaction and breakdown

Because I’m too hyped not to let it out!

Waking up today to this felt like Christmas! (for the lack of better analogy of waking up to gifts and surprises.) I just went to check if a new episode of the Scavenger’s Hoard was up yet, and what I got was a double bonus of the new episode AND the coveted Vanity Fair spread!

I love that they made 4 different covers instead of just one with either a bunch of characters thrown in together (like the TFA poster which I don’t like much for that very reason tbh) or a select image of, probably, Rey and Luke on the Ireland location. That could be cool too, but would be a) too reminiscent of the teaser poster and b) would not feature other, no less important and wonderful characters. So here it goes, the four covers broken down one by one.

(I tried to keep it short, but it never happens.)

The Force

Luke looks more and more like a god figure, and not a happy one. Whatever he’s been through changed him and left him a pained old man.

I love the burlap sack draped over Mark dramatically. Skywalker drama queen, indeed! (I say that lovingly)

Regarding Rey, honestly, I don’t have much to say, other than they’re playing it safe, and keeping the news on her character to the minimum (yet). She’s got her staff, but not the saber (would it be reading in too much to say she hasn’t let go of Jakku and still waiting for her family to come back at that point in the film?)

I like that random strain of her hair, making a loop in the wind. It’s kinda cute 

Colour palette for Rey’s and Luke’s costumes is earthly, brown-grayish, with fabrics that look low-tech and reminiscent of traditionally woven materials. Compare and contrast with the First Order cover with Hux’s luxury silk shirt, Phasma’s ultra tech armor, and layers of dark and 3D printed belt buckle on Kylo.

The weather isn’t up for sunbathing and sipping a margarita on Ahch-To. Could be a coincidence as that was simply the weather on the day of the photoshoot, but I like to see this as a reflection of what’s going on on the island, as clouds gather in the sky.

On a side now, is this a composite image? Because Mark looks taller and larger than Daisy, in ways that suggest these are two separate photos of them combined together. I read somewhere that Annie Leibovitz is fond of stitching photos together (which is totally fine). It’s just that Mark’s seemingly huge hand and head and the way Daisy and Mark look like (or rather do not look like) standing next to each other kind of bother me, but, of course, that’s a minor thing, unimportant for the story and the characters.

The Dark Side

The Dark side? Not the First Order? Interesting choice. Whether one should look too much into this is a question, and the answer is probably not too look too much into that. It’s probably that ‘The Dark Side’ sounds cooler and more ominous than ‘The First Order’. (Still, Tarkin and Krennic weren’t referred to as the faces of The Dark side). Anyways, let’s move on to more exciting parts of this cover!

Phasma looks like she is about to kill someone, and I love it! I love seeing Gwendoline Christie being able to act with her face. Hopefully, that means we’ll get to see a more substantial story for her character this time, because to waste Gwendoline’s talent would be a bummer.

Also, they kept her blonde hair (probably, to avoid complicating things too much. It’s not even guaranteed we see Phasma unmasked in the film.) Anyways, I’m excited to see Phasma unmasked (masks do have an effect of making perceive someone less human), and as a fan of Gwendoline in Game of Thrones, hope we’ll see more of her in TLJ!

Hux. That silky, smooth shirt. I don’t know, I just love it haha! No really, I’m excited to see Hux as part of the promo, and while I’m not the biggest Hux fan out there, his dynamic with Kylo and Domhnall Gleeson’s acting, and  emperor!Hux and kylux fanart/tags made me somewhat fond of the character, at least the fandom one.

Kylo Ren. Oh. My. God. Adam Driver is so good at modelling.

Those legs, that pose, the hair, cape over one shoulder -> I’m dead

“Kylo Ren’s wounds go much deeper than the fearsome new scar on his face.” -> I’m dead

It’s so coded for mental health, I just can’t (deep down all I want for Kylo is to find some peace and to see and be in the light again, even for a small part of his being)

Kylo’s ruffled hair actually gives him a slightly mad look, obsessed and passionately disheveled. Compare and contrast with Hux’s new sleek look, down to the shirt and hair. Heck, even their tops reflect each other: Hux’s silk shirt (with no buttons or anything else on it) and Kylo’s textured top

It’s been pointed out many times already that Kylo’s being unmasked for the TLJ promotion could mean and actually supports the idea that TLJ will explore humanity of the character, as per Adam Driver. What’s a more human way than to ditch masks and show emotions on one’s face? Plus as a bonus, we’ll get more of Adam’s performance aside from what he already amazingly conveys though body language and use of the costume

I cannot stop unseeing Eric Maell’s reylo artwork from last year’s Celebration. That rock star pose (hello and thank you, Star Wars Connection)

All in all, the First Order Trio looks ready to kick some ass in The Last Jedi

Leather boots, armor, belts, silk, space denim. I’m loving that aesthetic.

The Resistance

Precious freedom fighters in one photo! They actually look like a fam, and I love it <3 (unlike the First Order trio that’s biz only where Hux is sneering down at everyone and Kylo in particular, Phasma’s just up for the company with her colleagues, and Kylo pursuing his own thing within the Order)

Poe looking fine! No surprise here if you have Oscar Isaac playing the character! Hopefully, this charming poster boy will also get some challenges and more substance to his character this time around

Rose! I’m excited to see Kelly Marie Tran in character! We now know her full name now too - Rose Tico, and that of the new characters, she’ll have the most screen time. What I also find exciting is that Rose is a mechanic, meaning she’s employed in STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, Math, for those who don’t know). Needless to say that we need more women represented in those fields on the big screen.

Finn/John Boyega. Looking gorgeous, determined, and more mature. No really, I love this! John Boyega’s got a great charisma, and it’s great to see him channeling that for Finn. Can’t wait to see more him in TLJ now that he’s a big deal in the Resistance.

Sadly, looks like we might not see much of Finn and Rey together in TLJ (based on these images and other info we know about them). Regardless of that, I’m glad for Finn finding a family, identity, and embarking on a journey of his own.

I wonder if Rey gets a new costume later in the film, will Finn get something of his own too? Recycling is great (perhaps, the Resistance is a bit short on cash too to make custom costumes for everyone), but I would love to see Finn wearing something that reflects him as his own person. He has a name and an identity. Why not give him a signature look too?

Overall, I really like the retro vibe of their looks. Kinda reminds of old movies, with movie stars rocking leather jackets, riding bikes or flying planes in WWII.

The Legacy

Carrie. Standing strong and beautiful. A true freedom fighter, a leader, a royalty. I really love how this image conveys all of that and more what Leia is, and doesn’t shy away from femininity and glamour the character always had.

This is a gorgeous touching tribute to the late Carrie Fisher, and, as many fans, I welcome it, and wholeheartedly celebrate Carrie’s legacy.

I want to say thank you to whoever put Leia’s looks in TLJ together for honouring the character through the costume, the leader and the princess that Leia has always been.

I want to talk more about the way the way Carrie carries herself in the image, that lip pout, and yet slight sadness in her eyes. Carrie does it so well. You can really see all the years and things she’s been through. She is probably mourning Han Solo (no, definitely mourning!), and perhaps Kylo’s fate is still tied to the First Order and Snoke, and whether she and Luke reunite is still up in the air, and it’s still a war after all these years in the Rebellion and now Resistance. She’s been part of the war, one or another, all her life. Darth Vader is her father. Her brother, more of a myth than a man now. Her son, her parents, Alderaan. That cannot not leave an imprint, and I’m glad to see that coming through.

I’m not embarrassed to admit that I actually started tearing up when I first saw this image. It’s so beautiful! Carrie looks simply stunning. To realize that this is her last role, and that she is the legacy of the 40 years history of Star Wars, and that she’s been Leia for 40 freaking years, since she was a teen to her last days, and been through so much in her life, yet fought and forged a path of her own, helping spread the word about mental health and making the world a little better place, having no shame in being herself despite the stigma and celebrity status, bashing haters with incredible wit and humour (hey, George Lucas got some too! So did the baboon hair she wore in TFA. I’m still not over her roasting the gas station attendant look xD), all of that and more is the inspiring tale of Carrie Frances Fisher.

While costumes are great, and great costumes are freaking fantastic, I really hope Leia has more than 2 minutes of screen time in The Last Jedi. Because that would be a crime to devote more time to robots and space ships than to the heart of Star Wars that characters and their stories are. What Leia Organa and her legacy are.

[lubay-nue]

Data Madre

Chapter 7 "... I'm still alive ..."

Cap notes:

Wow, excuse me, this time if it takes me a while to put the next part, but I've been seeing other things, I'm not going to lie, also, because I've finished publishing this fic, I'm going to upload all the chapters here right now, so this will be a mega mass publication XD I hope and like it

To read! Why the thing gets ... intense XD

Chapter 7 "... I'm still alive ..."

The day after Sans was once again reunited with Gaster ...

... ... ...

He arrived home without problems, in fact, as early as usual, claiming that he was only going to "eat"; she had returned home with no time to lose, she could see the same just from that time, but she really did not care, just see at the table in the middle of the room ... only this time, she did not see any note

And he ran, not fast way, "I RUN" until arriving at it, searching and searching with speed; he wanted to imagine that maybe the note had fallen off the table, that maybe a cold wind moved it from its place ... even every 5 minutes he checked the time ... but there was no note

Even being able to turn the house upside down, there was no sign of a new note. I search the whole house, throwing everything away, leaving it as a complete disaster that even a hurricane would not achieve ... but no, today, this time ... there was not a note ...

A couple of hours later to search for perhaps fourth or fifth time around the house and between the disaster that has created ... is dropped on the floor saton, looking at the front of the table that is on its side, thrown and the sofa from which he even found more gold than Sans himself had saved ... it was only at that moment that he allowed himself to fall backwards, observing the void of that chaotic house ...

Was it ... perhaps Sans ... had already died? Site that even his arms and legs became gelatin, which could not hold even when he was sitting on the cold ground; for a few moments he felt everything so distant and that his gaze moved in slow motion when he fell into that ... he tried to stay focused, hitting his head slightly, little by little he felt the energy returning, but now, a hole became as big as a black hole ...

The same gap that Sans had left after his departure, now became bigger, deeper and even darker than he wanted to accept ... he knew, his brother, although he did not say "hello" or a "goodbye" he knew, after the second and third note, that he would really write to him, every day, to know, to tell him that at least he was still invited ... even if he did not say anything, even if he seemed cold with his insignificant number of words ... so it helped him less to know that he was still alive, even if he did not know if he was "okay"

But ... if Sans did not send a note throughout the rest of the day, unpleasantly, he could guess that Sans ... was dead

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After Gaster appeared at night calling him, Sans was obliged to follow him in silence, taking care not to be followed by anyone else so as not to put anyone in danger. He was quietly guided to another extreme far away and different from where he had come, almost reaching a point that he could not recognize but that with the help of the Data Mother he could know that it was not good ...

-What the hell are we doing here? - asked sullenly to his companion who had kept quiet all the way, showing him a door that appeared as if it were an illusion, Sans observed annoying the tallest, with a look full of threat, without However, even with that, Gaster was completely calm

-destroy- said being opened the door immediately, Sans opened his eyes with surprise, sharpening his gaze and denying

-You must be kidding! I do not do that anymore! Damn! - I scream annoyed seeing him fixedly, with all that hatred and a sudden fear that I thought was already forgotten, although Gaster only observed him with that fallen look, in the same way I saw him when everything at that moment was in full swing ... Gaster really had no interest in arguing with Sans and his eyes made everything clear

-destroy what is inside, "he said, activating magic in both eyes, showing a violet purple color, made manipulation of the soul of the opponent, throwing it directly into the interior of that door; just Sans fell in this, the door disappears, leaving it completely dark

He got up with work, seeing everywhere, he did not feel well, he had a very bad feeling, but he chose to start walking, even in the middle of the darkness, active his left eye, prepared to have to fight if necessary, mumble in short how much he hated Gaster and had to find some way to put it aside, to be able to return it from where it had come out ... or in any case, to think how it was that he had managed to get out in the first place ...

-graaaaaaaaa- I hear a tremendous growl in the middle of the darkness; He swallowed hard as soon as he realized that he was not completely alone and without waiting, active in passing his right eye

/ processing possible threat ... /

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- have there been news of Sans? - Frisk asked again, being followed by that flower Flowey, Papyrus felt in a certain way, angered by the question, but preferred not to say anything, just look away tiredly

-is still alive- was all he said, it was all he had said after a certain time, after Frisk kept insisting ... and although he could see the tranquility of the little human, he could not feel at all "calm" especially the Yesterday I stopped receiving the notes

That day, by stories of both the human and Alphys, the annoying dog that worked as the Data Mother, even that talking flower had been acting in a rather strange way, the dog just stood still, refused to move from its place, even showing a pretty sore face, Flowey had not been different than the opposite, barely speaking to the human who was concerned about both beings

The curious thing had been that, that precise day, some things had appeared with cracks, others destroyed and not only in Snowdin, but in all the Underground, cracks appeared, things broke or became dust and others, they were so weak, particularly the weaker monsters, they looked terribly sick, on the part of the "monster bosses" at least it was not so notorious, but it was a fact that they were terribly exhausted and slow

But even with that Papyrus had refused to stop moving, as every good gentleman of the royal guard, had only focused on his work, had only focused on continuing to train despite his strange and unusual exhaustion ... and ran to his house in search of the note of the day of his "still unusable brother" and when he did not find it, it was, as if they took away more than half of his already exhausted life at that moment ...

At night, Papyrus felt that he was about to die for some reason, a feeling full of suffocation that forced him to wake up suddenly from his battered and destroyed bed, I look everywhere, worried, feeling a strange regret in his chest, a restlessness that refused to disappear, almost forces him to look like a caged wild animal, looking for a way to escape, to be able to go to the place he should ...

The nascent need to fight, to fight to "survive" suffocates him; when leaving his house, half dressed, he can see that he is not the only one, even at late hours of the night, he can see all Snowdin coming out of their houses, fighting, hitting places at random, the others shouting, they embrace each other pleading not to die, it feels strange, it seems that everyone is in the same way

So he runs, with the few strengths he has, with that desperation to reach some point where it is necessary, he runs, unknowingly reaching Hotland, entering without invitation to Alphys's laboratory, he finds her kneeling in front of the annoying dog, in front of the Data Mother who is being embraced next to Flowey by the human

This one, with his eyes closed strongly shows his human soul, delivering a crimson shine that calmly soothes both beings, the human is really exhausted, but refuses to stop what he does, Papyrus goes a couple of steps further, to be at side of the monster woman who looks nervously at the situation

-What's happening? - Asks with work while taking one of his arms, almost wishing to tear his own bone, detaches the look of the group that is on the bed to see the scientist who refuses to stop seeing them

-I do not know ... the Data Mother ... began to act like that out of nowhere ... we can not do ... to stabilize ... not even ... Frisk- whispered with work, as if he were receiving large wounds and still, drowning them in his chest , glimpsing the human who seems equally hurt, Papyrus observes the scene and approaches another little human, taking with care one of his hands that hugs the annoying dog, both look at each other, the tears jump from the human, something that had not seen until then and without thinking about it to be able to transmit even a bit of tranquility

Frisk closes his eyes again, hugging the dog and Flowey more, trembles slightly and Papyrus only sighs slightly. The moment stretches another time, maybe half an hour until everything suddenly stops, just like that, out of nowhere ... the suffocating feelings disappear giving way to a moment of tranquility and confusion for all, only the dog and Flowey seem to fall unconscious while they light up slightly, Frisk is silent, watching the situation, Papyrus looks at Alphys who can stand and once the scientist has approached to see the group of 3 who is in bed, Frisk looks directly at Papyrus

-The Data Mother is safe ... said there was no danger- Papyrus nodded confused to his words -I wanted you to tell her- was the last thing he could answer, because now he has noticed how it was now Frisk who fell to the side of the bed, also unconscious

-What do you mean by that? - Papyrus asked more confused than before, though, Alphys was silent for a moment, trying to weigh the information ... understanding something that she preferred to keep quiet

* apparently ... we have been cheated ... maybe Sans? * deduced Alphys seeing everywhere

-I do not know, but for now it's better to rest again- he said dryly. Being helped by Papyrus, the human Frisk, the annoying dog and the speaking flower were taken to different beds in the same room so that they could rest, a while later, all the people finally returned to their homes, quickly disappearing the crowd in its streets and returning to the silence of the quiet night

Papyrus could only think of his brother ... even when he already assumed he was dead, he wanted to think that he was still fine ... that maybe he was still "alive" ... secretly, even so secret to himself ... he was asking for his older brother to be well ... and I still live ...

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Her entire skeletal body ached once more ... in fact, with a lot of work, she managed to return to the house she shared with little Nick; even crawling on principle, it had to take several hours to really move ...

He still could not believe that he had managed to get out of that hell he had been thrown into ... the Data Mother had immediately processed the data of the creature that was so fierce and for once, he felt more suspicious than usual when he saw that Gaster had forced him to destroy a creature "as in the past" but that, unlike the previous ones, it was really a danger ...

The Data Mother had been looking for that creature for a long time, even with her knowledge, without being able to find him, and thanks to Gaster, now she had finally "erased" him but of course, Sans had had to survive by miracle, her own instincts for continue to be invited, maybe and too much; taking the power of the Data Mother for help, transmitting that feeling of fear and desire to stay alive ... knows in advance that it dragged all Underground, apparently, that place was specifically the most vulnerable to the Data Mother and the most influenced by the same ... so, I guessed well that he was the one who most felt that terrible terror of dying ... I just hoped it would not happen again ...

I arrive with work, dragging his feet more than usual, even his clothes were completely torn, but anyway, I manage to get to that house, in complete silence, I did not have the strength to use one of his teleports and luckily, when he left "By a miracle" he did not see Gaster ... so, carefully, he dropped into his bed, closing his eyes and finally falling unconscious

/ saved ... regenerating ... / was the last thing he was aware of

... ... ...

He felt uncomfortable the position he was in and trying to move felt an extra weight on him, he moved with some annoyance but hearing a slight snore that he did not recognize finally opened his eyes, looking down he found the little Nick sleeping above him, almost snoring slightly ... he remained silent for a few moments, observing him without real thoughts ...

He dropped his head heavily back to the bed, focusing a little, at least breathe easy to see that his hp had been recovered at last and now was intact, but of course, was more exhausted than usual ... assumed that the Data Mother he used his power to recover whatever was destroyed while they were fighting in the depths of the earth

I take a breath of air and activate his power, manipulating Nick's soul I raise him in the sky, low with care of the bed, letting out a tired sigh and leaving the little one in his place, he stretched tired, listening to the crunching of his bones and walked slowly, noticing that it was very, very late, he looked away with nerves ... again his nerves again ... he growled slightly and went to the small desk that he had, ripped off another small piece of paper and hurried to write with speed

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He was watching television, he felt some thirst and went to his kitchen to drink a glass of water, he was not a little hungry and he did not want to see the human or his "friends" that day, with steps heavy back to his place, surprisingly finding a small piece of paper that had not seen

Released the glass breaking instantly but did not even pay attention, just took with desperation that piece of paper, seeing the same letter of Sans, opened his eyes with surprise and read several times the only 2 words that had been written

** … I am still alive… **

It was everything he said ... silently, he could feel small tears falling from his eyes passing down his cheeks, some falling into his mouth, even others falling into his hand ... he felt a tremendous relief letting himself sit carefully on the sofa, forgetting olimpically television, he only knew how to whisper

-You're still alive- I exhale with relief, hiding his gaze with his free hand, allowed himself to hiccup gently resting on his knees -You still live- I whimper in silence

Final notes:

Well, as always, it's not much but it's something, also, from here, things continue to get depressed so to speak, anyway, I do not say more XP

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[todokori-kun]

OK TBH I DON’T PLAY OTOME GAMES 

(don’t play any kind of game really, except for the occasional farming game when I’m bored) AND I’VE ALWAYS FELT SO AWKWARD BECAUSE I’M ACTUALLY KOREAN AND YET IT’S LIKE EVERYONE ON THE INTERNET BUT ME HAS PLAYED MYSTIC MESSENGER

but wow, that looks pretty. And it sounds really cool. Also it’s free?

You know what, I might try that out. I’ll definitely let you know if I do :D

WHAT? You dropped TG? Right when one of the recent chapters had an Urie/Saiko moment??? (like dude I totally understand your frustration but just, if you’re going to drop TG drop it after you read that scene- Saiko basically acknowledges that the CCG has turned into a slaughterhouse and she doesn’t want to be a part of it anymore (she says that if push comes to shove, she’ll become a terrorist and leave the CCG). Urie acts like he’s still a coldhearted jerk who only cares about the job and Saiko gets mad at him before running out of the house.

Urie goes to find her and they sit on swings at a playground together, apologizing and talking things over. Urie eventually says that if things don’t work out, they’ll just become terrorists (an echo of Saiko’s earlier words) and Saiko gives this really cute smile it’s just ughhh <3333)

OH Food Wars! I’ve heard of it ^^ I don’t like Echhi so I probably won’t watch it though (anime fanservice in general is something I don’t really like. Like, if it’s meant to be a pure fanservice series then that’s fine, I probably wouldn’t watch something like that in the first place- but when an anime/manga with a decent plot and interesting concepts decides to go and ruin all that with awkward panty shots and weird anatomy that’s just. not my thing lol).

Tatsuo is definitely a glorious bastard.

(I’m doodling him and Naomi a lot nowadays and no matter how I draw them you could never tell that they’re siblings. Naomi just looks like a sweet, average girl and Tatsuo looks like the lovechild of Greedling and Kimblee.

Also, I don’t have that much good art to show you right now, but I’ll probably be able to send some tomorrow or the day after (warning: it’s still not good, and this isn’t just me being insecure) :D)

Yep, I’m on volume two now (or was it three?) and it’s darker than it looks…it’s fun, though! I started it for Hisoka but I’m liking the main characters way more than I thought I would. Gon and Leorio are probably my favorites (Gon=the MC, sweet little boy with amazing instincts. Leorio=one of Gon’s friends, pretends that he wants to become a ‘Hunter’ just for the money but it actually goes deeper than that: his friend was ill but Leorio didn’t have enough money to pay for his treatment and the friend died. Then Leorio decided to become a doctor so he could help people like his friend, but he realized that he needed even MORE money to complete all the necessary studying/training to become a doctor. That’s his real reason for wanting to become rich.).

I just finished Volume 26 of the manga! Only one more volume to go 0.0

Scar’s development is awesome. Everyone’s development is really good (and I don’t actually dislike anybody other than the obvious ones (AKA Father)!).

TRUTH: I am the original Dwarf in the Flask. I write cutesy/angsty headcanons and revel in the reactions from you common, weak humans…

(Question, though: which FMA character do you think you’re like, personality-wise?

For me, I know this is weird but I relate to older!Hohenheim. (I relate to Al too but Al is way nicer than me so Hohenheim it is.)

I think Queen Luna is a bit like Winry + Al + Ed + Riza? idk, who do you relate to?)

Roy: ‘so, guys with long hair…’

*casually glances around the room*

*sees Ed, who’s decided to unbraid his hair and just keep it down for a while*

*smiles sweetly with murderous intent*

“Fullmetal! Would you mind getting a haircut?”

(tbh I ship Roy/Luna. A lot. And I think I sorta ship Greed(ling)/Luna too.)

Water alchemy is definitely useful. Though Air alchemy would be pretty powerful too…

However, I think I’d actually like to specialize in Medicinal Alchemy. I’d also like to learn Alkahestry :)

Queen Luna, are you trying to kill me. Seriously. I’m interally screaming right now. That’s cute as heck omg (tbh Scar-Evans, no matter what kind of relationship, would always be supremely awkward at first. Scar’s naturally silent and stern, Evans WANTS to talk to everyone but is just too shy and anxious lol (like on the outside I’m really quiet but on the inside it’s just “I can just say hi, that won’t be so bad- who am I kidding I’ll totally mess it up what am I going to say AFTER I say hi? Huh? HUH? Evans do you have a Plan B? That’s what I thought you moron, you really have no idea what to do in this situation we’re DOOMED”)

I’d probably get along well with Mei and Xiao-Mei tho.)

Yeah, I know I should appreciate how hard mangakas work to draw/write these mangas, but I did feel the tiniest bit disappointed…we waited a month for this. But maybe it’s because there are actually a lot of 'casual’ fans who don’t know about the 2CT and Yana need to confirm it (also Yana actually might not know how popular the 2CT is? And someone who doesn’t know the 2CT could totally think that Real Ciel is a clone or something).

The one new-ish thing that I learned from this chapter is that it’s getting harder to trust Tanaka XD

But yeah, the art improvement is amazing! Kuro had great detail from the very first chapter but now, I could just stare at some of the panels for hours.

That. Is awesome. Smol Nick Fury is my new spirit animal

And that’s great! I haven’t seen Homecoming yet but I’m planning to (I’m late because my little sister wants to watch it with me but she’s not done with Civil War yet. Speaking of, have you seen Civil War?).

*gasps* you do not know the glory that is otome games? You wound me, my dear Evans ;-; Just kidding, it’s your choice completely :)

OH GOD MYSTIC MESSENGER. That game is hell. It’s an amazing game, but it takes over your life considering it’s based on real time. I LOST SO MUCH SLEEP OVER IT T_T But I regret nothing. 

Because look at this cutie. 

Yep, it’s completely free! On Steam! Here’s the link!

I’ve finished 2 more routes!

This guy, Rod. He’s an asshole. Most of the time I was playing, I had the urge to stick my middle finger up at the screen. He honestly infuriates me so much.

Aand this guy, Rumpel. He’s… okay I guess. A huuge flirt, who has amnesia. His most notable moment in the game: MC (the character you play as) is sick. His response? ‘I guess you’re missing’

I honestly wanted to punch the screen.

Oh, and there’s this queen:

my heart

Well, two more routes left, I’ll get to them tomorrow or the day after that ^^

GODDAMNIT I WAS TRYING TO DROP IT =3= I guess I’ll have to read the chapter, then, since Urie/Saiko. Damn it.

I want to see those two become terrorists together. I really do.

Yeah, Food wars is like that. It had a decent premise, but then it decides that eating delicious food is the most erotic thing ever. In other words, lots of shots that are barely censored! It was actually pretty annoying. Well, I dealt with it, because I try not to drop anime when I start *guiltily looks at TG*

AAAAH I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THE ART! I’m so excited :3 And don’t worry, in comparison to my art, I’m sure it’s flawless.

Interesting… I might start to read it soon ^^

Oooh, so you’re near the end! What’s the last thing that happened? So i can estimate the amount of feels left for you to experience huehuehue There’s a lot of them in the end. I always cry. Help.

How could I not see it? Of course you’re the dwarf! I was blind all along!

The moment I read your question, my mind shouted this: ALPHONSE ELRIC WITHOUT A DOUBT.

Yep, no doubt about it.

I suppose you are a bit like Hoenheim, though…

Honestly, I mostly relate to Riza (mostly in the ‘I’m so done w Mustang’ part hahahah (but I also love snipers, they’re really cool)), but with Al’s random fawning over cuteness hahah But I’m glad you also think of Winry, since I really admire as a character. She’s quite strong willed. 

Ed is traumatised that day. What did he do to deserve the colonel hating his hair

True, true, if you used a transmutation circle like Roy’s glove to change the concentration of the air around the target, you could make it quite lethal. 

I can see him stumbling on to you playing the piano at some point and just staying silent, because he knows how easily nervous you get and he honestly loves how peaceful you are at that moment. Probably makes a subtle comment later, so he doesn’t fluster you too much.  And then a certain water alchemist comes and starts blabbering about random gibberish, coaxing you out of your shell and he happens to come into the room (totally not because someone told him to come) and is like ????? because at this point he was convinced you’re shy around everyone. From that day on, he makes it a point to try and get close to you.

Mei is adorable! Her perception of Ed in the beginning is one of the best parts of the whole show. Just, wow.

Mm, probably. I still feel a bit disappointed =3= Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait until the next chapter.  And I’m definitely more weary of Tanaka now.  But I honestly hate how RC is treating OC like a child. It’s infuriating, since OC has shown over and over that he’s capable of handling things on his own (also we need their names, now. Please. I’m tired of calling them RC and OC)

Y’all motherfuckers don’t know nothing. But Tony’s salt. Shut your whore mouth Bruce.  Who’s the blond napping on Tony’s arm tho? I can’t figure it out ;-;

Nope, not yet ^^;;;;;;;; I’ll watch it soon?

But Peter is such a sweet cinnamon roll, I cry. Just. He tries so hard and somehow always screws up. My heart hurts for him.

ALSOALSO I’m going to dye my hair red tomorrow :3c It’s temporary, but I’m still excited about it ^^;;