#something kinda orangeish

[beardedmrbean]

That does happen from time to time, nice of them to issue the correction

[aannonn]

combusting into flames

heheh lil' fic ... my first time ever participating in a october of any kinds ohmygosh ,,,

welp! sticktober and the most recent green video gave me motivation to write this ... feral tsc time ... ....

hope u enjoy reading it just as much as i enjoyed writing it !! ^-^ ( although it was kinda difficult and took me some time to think about very specific words to use in this . lol )

( lil' tag : @shad0wr0se9044 ; eheh )

tags :: unreliable narrator , yelling , swearing , post-traumatic stress disorder - PTSD , validation seeking , hurt no comfort , death threats , misunderstandings , fights , talking In musical notes , i am my own beta reader , excuse me for any errors im not a very good beta reader , also is very lowkey unreliable narrator but dont trust them either way

cross-posted on ao3 aswell !!

StickTober | Day 4: Follower / Disaster Word Count : 1,759

Everything was so cold. So unbearably cold.

   Red-orangeish colors - Or were they reddish-orange? they adorned his body like fireflies, flooding his vision and freezing their skin like fibers of glass. His head throbbed restlessly and they felt unbearably cold, almost as if they were swimming in ice.

   Distantly, he could hear several people writhing frantically, some even swimming heavily to the lawn, grabbing it like a lifeline.

   Even more distantly, but which seemed to be rising beneath them, he could hear someone laughing in the distance, their head throbbing even louder at the sound.

   - BAHAHW- SHOULD'VE SEEN YOUR FACES!"

   The camera lens of the cell phone was pointed directly at them, the blinding light momentarily blinding him as the owner of said device walked away cautiously, still smiling big and laughing as loud as the blinding sounds of the lava burning their skin.

   Orange watches as his friend Green watches them writhe in the lava frantically, laughing as if the whole ordeal was just a very poorly done comedy show.

   A picnic. A picnic was what he told them, something completely harmless and peaceful - The picnic would be located in the Sakura biome, where cherry blossoms would fall beneath and the wind would gently embrace them, making the entire air - once slightly tense and distant, now serene and joyful. Where all they would do was eat the adorable sandwiches and feel the sunlight shining beneath them and only them.

   Just them. As it always was.

   At least it seemed that way.

   Green pulled out his phone and walked away - At first, they didn't think much of it. (Well, except Red; He stood up instantly after noticing Green's departure, frowning but continuing to eat the sandwich even while standing.) - Maybe he just wanted to take a photo of them and send it to his Instagram, writing something about friendship and stuff like last time. Neither of them minded it, perhaps a little hesitant, but Green would return to them soon. Just take the photo and then sit back down. Nothing more.

   Then the floor opened. And everything suddenly looked hot and red. His skin burned like icy flames as if shards of glass had stuck to their skin and refused to let go. Bells rang in his head like thunder and everything spun wildly - blurs of different colors swam across his vision restlessly and confused their brain to no end - they desperately swimmed to the edge of the lawn, clinging to it like a lifeline as he gasped and huffed.

   He looked up. Green, even if blurred, was the only color that stood out in his vision - Towering over him like a cloud, so bright it hurt.

   He tricked them. It was all a trick. He didn't want to spend 'quality time' with them as previously told - Instead, he wanted to record the entire ordeal, not giving two cents that none of them asked for it, that none of them were even having fun.

   He bumped them into lava, applauding the ordeal as if a comedy show was being played instead.

   Orange felt his hands close around the grass more firmly, pieces of grass outlining their hand with the rigid action.

   He almost ended their friends.

   Orange leaned on the edge, successively climbing out of the pool that juggled violently on his skin.

   They are gonna end him.

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   - FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT-"

   - PLEASEPLEASE STOP- ORANGE-"

   - GET THE HELL OFF OF ME-"

   - STOP FIGHTING! Blue, please, calm down-"

   - OHH YEAHH- BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, ORANGEY!"

   - RED, SHUT UP!"

   Green rolled his finger over the screen, bringing his legs closer to his chest as he rested his chin on top of his knees, absentmindedly leaning his back posteriorly to the fluffy pillows behind him, wincing slightly at the mildly sharp sensation he felt upon closer contact.

   He browsed through the comments on his most recent video, unthinkingly skimming throughout phrases and sentences incontinently - Something to abstract his mind off of the backache that sent twinges down his body intermittently.

   Green hissed as he felt his back slam onto the grass, his cell phone flying out of his reach and his glasses hung loosely on his face ; He's pretty sure he heard a low pop coming from one of his lenses after the heavy impact. Orange had him pinned to the ground, his hands were kneading the grass on either side of his head, holding him in place - Green frowned, ready to fight to get Orange off of him and complain about how the sudden approach disturbed the video only to shudder by the absolutely furious look on their face. - WERE YOU TRYING TO KILL US???" Orange shouted, making Green flinch at the volume so close to his face. Green tried to laugh nervously, raising his hands in surrender. - Dude- Chill, it's just a prank-" Orange growled, frowning in ever greater annoyance. - WHAT KIND OF A FUCKING PRANK INVOLVES DROPPING YOUR FRIENDS INTO LAVA." Irritation began to rise through Green now; Not just by having Orange literally screaming in his face, but by essentially hearing the implication that they truly believed he was capable of legitimately harming them albeit having known him for years. - IT'S NOT EVEN ACTUAL LAVA- GET OFF OF ME!" - WHAT MADE YOU THINK DROPPING US INTO FAKE ASS LAVA WITHOUT US KNOWING WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA???" - DID YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I WOULD EVER TRY TO ENDANGER YOU GUYS ON PURPOSE????" Green shouted back, his brow furrowing in irritation and betrayal. - WELL, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR FIRST FUCKING THOUGHT WHEN BEING DROPPED INTO WHAT LOOKS LIKE LAVA." Green fell silent, staring at Orange's furious face in disbelief. Did ... Did they genuinely believed he was going to deliberately put them in legitimate danger? But- They've known him for years??? They know he would never do that, right??? ... right? A distant sniffle from behind Orange distracted him from his thoughts, tilting his head up and glance his eyes towards the sound - Or, at least; Tried, seeing as Orange was still firm in pinning him to the ground. Yellow whispered cute comforts into the air, gently stroking Blue's back with Red standing right next to xhem. The latter giving him a stern look as soon as she noticed his gaze, scoffing before bending down and pulling Blue into a side-hug, avoiding looking at him. Blue was shaking uncontrollably, holding onto Yellow's arm as if xheir life depended on it - Xheir head was bowed to the ground, sniffles and sobs coming from xheir huddled position in Red's arms. Green stared at them for a moment, confusion and worry filling his being as he noticed Blue crying softly in their friends' arms, small splashes of water still dripping from their forms sitting on the floor. Why was Blue crying? It was just a prank ... Orange seemed to have gotten out of whatever furious storpor he was in, glancing an eye to look at the trio, then back at Green - Letting out a sigh, they pushed themself away from him and stood up, inhaling several deep breaths and mumbling unintelligible words of which Green was too far away to understand.  Green took off the limply glasses from his face (One of them had its' lens broken. Great.) and sat up, hissing softly as he felt his head become somewhat heavier, along with a sharp pain in his back that made him feel like he had slept on a log. - I'm sorry.. Just." Orange took a deep breath. - .. Go home." Green blinked, promptly standing up and ignoring the sharp pain he felt inside his skull from the abrupt movement. - What? No! I'm not going to-" - Home." - -leave and ignore Blue who is literally crying-" - HOME."

   Green shivered, burying his face in his knees and biting his trembling lip as he desperately blinked away the tears that were gradually beginning to well up, soft sobs escaping his throat unwillingly.

   Several hours has passed upon prior practically throwing himself on the mattress almost immediately upon ingressing at their shared room, having stolen regeneration potions from Blue on his way to the computer at Orange's command.

   Although he felt like immense fatigue filling his entire body and ready to collapse whilst enwrapped with innumerable comfy pillows and cozy blankets, Green found himself grabbing his phone out of his pocket and opening Youtube, scrolling through various comments from his latest video without actual real direction.

   He just wanted some distraction, some comfort - Anything that could ease the agonizing pain in his chest.

   His brain can't discern what he did wrong.

   It was just a joke. A laugh- A prank! Something they've all done to each other before, over and over again; innumerous times. This time is no different. He only stayed one step ahead of each of them in this silly prank war.

   So why were they so angry? Why didn't they just brush it off like they always did?

   Why didn't anything ever turn out the way he expected them to?

   Green sighed softly, taking a deep (although shaky) breath to calm the sobs in his throat and continuing his directionless journey of scrolling through the comments in the hope of finding something that could potentially pique his interest.

   He doesn't know what to do with the video now. It started out as a harmless prank that ended in a terrible disaster that broke one of the lenses in his glasses and made his friends extremely angry with him.

   Maybe he should just delete it-

@(ThisIsAnActualCommentThatImNotGonnaReveal) Bro Its So nice

   Green froze, blinking away the fog in his brain.

   Bro Its So Nice

   All thoughts about his friends and his unsuccessfully video ready for potential deletion are long forgotten - The only thing his brain focused on was those four(4) words, reading them over and over again.

   The entire video, he just sat on the same couch for six hours - The only thing that indicated time passing was the giant stopwatch right above him and the couch.

   For six hours, he sat in the same place, doing absolutely nothing.

   . . .

   Maybe he could just edit the video. Cut some parts, re-record others - Everything so that his audience, his beloved followers, would be duly satisfied.

   He couldn't just let them down just because of a stupid little fight. Fights happen between friends all the time! No big deal! Surely his friends would understand. Why wouldn't they?

   So Nice

   They loved his videos, he couldn't keep them waiting apprehensively for any potential new videos much longer. After all, the channel is for them.

   It's all for them.

   Just for them.

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[tricobicofriend]

Edits of the Calamity Trio, Plantars, and concepts for a character from an Amphibia dream I had! Sorry for the one gillion variations of Anne(? Anne's twin?)'s armor, i couldn't remember or decide on a color scheme. Thinking of making an au & oc out of the dream! Anyways, the dream is as follows(edited from my original text dump onto a random doc):

Hop Pop may have been more salmon/reddish, Sprig more melon(crayola)/orangeish, Polly more pink/violet-red(crayola).

There was a medicine frog(consultant on vibes by inherent or potion-enhanced divinity/clairvoyance), she was a squat lilac frog(toad-shaped chin?) who reminded me of Maddie's village/town role had she been grown up at the time of the (actual canon) show. Maybe Maddie was training as a hobby to become one?(Very much something she'd chosen and could back out of at any time, nothing she was pressured into, each frog had their own take on the job, the important part was protecting the village.) Wartwood was more of a village than a town, just a little bigger & more spread out than Ichigo/the tlg boy's village.

I was Anne, but i was like a me version of Anne?, with hella anxiety, wearing a lot more blue than canon Anne, and in possession of my soft pj pants & a soft human-made blanket from earth. Sasha was from Newtopia & wore a swap au(like had she landed in Newtopia) outfit but less shirt-and-skirt under the armor and more dress, kinda cocoon segments of very pale to more saturated pastel coral-y pinks. Marcy wore her same Amphibia outfit as in canon, but w more of a toad touch? That or she was also raised /taken in by newts, just in a more rural area than Sasha.

Marcy and Sasha had come to the village to find either others of their kind(had heard rumors of me/Anne/Anne's twin) or their long lost bff(Anne, which they were hoping it was). It was either a Lost And Found AU situation except we ended up in Amphibia a couple to few years earlier than in canon, or were raised in Amphibia since ending up there as defenseless toddlers.

When they came I was recovering from an anxiety attack and so couldn't reliably evaluate their danger level when they asked to come into & stay at our village to get to know me, so the medicine frog did the danger evaluation instead. I remember being embarrassed that my outfit/clothes were so plain compared to them both, since I only wore my school uniform(how was it still my size?? dream logic?? coincidentally uniform-like outfit custom-made for Anne's twin/me?) and some frog-made(not from Newtopia, but was like a recolor of her canon armor) armor chest piece.

Later, we were at a bar countertop but lower like the ones in haircut places, and Hop Pop let me curl around his feet bc he knew I needed it after my anxiety attack and the stress of meeting new people(let alone those of my own species), and he talked pleasantries & politics with Grimes & Sasha & Marcy while I snuggled in my blanket & soft pj pants under the counter. My sister & brother (Polly & Sprig) were v supportive abt my anxiety, as much as Hop Pop was, even if they didn't quite understand it as much.

[fairyhaos]

what's one word you'd associate your moots with?

ooh this one's a very very intriguing one! honestly i don't think i can do many words but ill try my best :

@gyuswhore - maple. idk why and it's also the strongest word out of all the ones i associate with the others, but em kinda just feels like that golden orangeish colour of maple leaves

@etherealyoungk - poodle. it's bc skye is just so sweet and adorable and i love her so much so she's just a lovely poodle in my eyes haha

@icyminghao - bear. it's random and kinda influenced by what ive seen from her tags?? but whenever i think about icy[something] i just think of ice bear haha

@rubywonu - peaches. nia feels like the bright sweetness of nectarines (which aren't technically peaches but technically still are at the same time) so she makes me think of peaches haha

@slytherinshua - rays. like sunrays, and i would have said sunlight but there's something brighter and more blinding about sunrays, and that's how zanna feels

[instantartific]

I'm in a writing mood but don't have the spoons, so have a small excerpt from a draft of In The Eye of Ganymede's current chapter that I really like.

♡

...

He paused, gathering his thoughts, deciding what would be best to bring up when, and took a deep breath. "These are stars: brilliant celestial bodies that range in a few to some billion light years away. To put that in perspective, a light year is the time it takes light to travel a year in a vacuum. In distance, some nine trillion kilometers. Each star is unique in their own way and they burn at differing sizes, colors, and temperatures that are all intertwined with the ways that they burn. An addendum to that is—"

"What kinda colors are they?"

What?

The tuned sound tore him from his thoughts entirely, sending his track of carefully-crafted points of interest to a screeching halt. At a glance, he saw yellow. He pinched a bit of air between two fingers, placing a metaphorical pin where he left off. "Er. Colors of stars are dependent upon the temperature and viewing conditions. Ranging from coldest to hottest are red, orange, yellow, white, and blue. Any other variation in color is due to sub-optimal viewing conditions, such as air or light pollution in the area you are viewing from."

The automaton passed a glance between everyone in attendance, nodding to Zimelu, himself, White, and Purl-hew in turn, before: "How come there's no green ones?"

"Stars simply are not green."

Haym forced a whirring gasp, throwing a hand over his chest. "What do stars have against green!?"

"Nothing that is personally directed at any of you," Nova mused, the same hand formerly pinning that thought in place now massaging a small circle on his helmet. "I can assure you, the only reason why stars 'have something against green' is because stars do not give off light the same way you think they do. They emit light through blackbody radiation, which is directly related to their temperature, which is thus related to their color. The hotter a star is, the whiter or bluer it appears. The cooler a star is, the more reddish or orangeish it appears. There is no temperature that is green. Does that make sense?"

A hum was followed by a shrug. "I guess so."

"Wonderful. Now," Nova said, motioning to the rest of the room, "does anyone else have any questions thus far?"

Purl-hew chuckled. "I got one. Why're you defending the stars for not liking green?"

"Guys, it's cool." Eloni fumbled with his hands for a moment. Two. He added a soft: "You can keep going."

Uttering his thanks, Nova's mind made effort to return to that track of carefully-crafted points, piecing together splinters of letter and concept and word in reformation of what once was. Yet the process irksome, as there appears to be a few bolts missing that formerly held it all together. He tapped the glass of his helmet, and as his gaze trained on where the pin lay earlier, it occurred to him: he very literally dropped the subject. How bothersome. "One of you remind me of what I was saying, would you?"

White spared no glance to him. All focus remained trained on the simulated stars. "A few seconds ago you were saying stars aren't green."

"I know that much. I meant before," he sighed, both arms flaring in sheer emphasis of exasperation.

A beat passed. "You mentioned an addendum to stars being unique."

"Ah!" Nova clasped his hands together. A satisfied hum echoed the action. Yes, that makes far more sense. "That I did. Thank you."

...

[goji-pilled]

trying to cook up anoto lore and by now its sort of coming together.

specifically the way i see it things kinda just go like:

- gets assigned to an empyrean, who is also a shaman numen girl but like from a different village

- dutifully does their job for years, always stays by the empyreans side; until one day though she convinces them to do something on their own because "nothing ever happens!"

- hornsent.

- empyrean gets killed before their eyes, and so they kinda pull a messmer and just kill every one of them

- this leads to two fun things i refuse to give up on now which is a) anoto's fur on the hands, wrists and part of the arm are permanently coloured a brown-orangeish red from the amount of bloodshed, which was inspired by kratos being forced tocwear his kid and wifes ashes on his skin; and b) a scar on their snout from a tooth they post which was inspired by rudy, the gigantic albino baryonyx from ice age 3, who also had a scar like that after losing a tooth and i think rudy is cool as fuck

- the two fingers abandon anoto, there's no conversation or anything but they feel it

- the empyrean gets a burial at her favourite place, anoto keeps a ring she wore and in exchange buries one of their eyes with her

- anoto just quietly stays there, not sure what to do until something happens in enir-illim that they can identify as an ascension to godhood

- returns to the lands between (return because i always assumed shadow bound beasts are either beastmen themselves or related to them and those are in farum azula which. well. is in the lands between.)

- they don't stay long though and leave to see lands beyond like the land of reeds; before returning once more where they pass the same day under the moon and stars

- hello tarnished era

- very confused as to what a tarnished is and why theyre called that which leads to an exchange with melina thats like:

"what do you mean you dont know what a tarnished is??? everyone knows that! i mean! hello? the tarnished?? as in godfrey and his men the first tarnished, eh??"

"what's a godfrey."

"oh my fucking god."

- lands between history crash course 101

- "oh got it so everything basically sucks and i have more reason to hate the two fingers?? cool i'm gonna kill god then!"

thats that.

[neutralevilslayerofevil]

Verdance my necromancer

Not neccessary to read this... but if you want context for my Tav posts you can

There's some spoilers. Its also long

Personality: Neutral evil b/c she's a power hungry necromancer; but hates oppression/inequality so she's basically good aligned even if her execution is lacking.

Rejects the tadpoles, malevolent entities (hags, devils, etc). Wants her power to come from her own efforts and doesn't trust them at all. Disdainful of "higher powers"/authority figures

Style/Gear: Dual daggers, lots of poison. Summoning and necromancy are her breaad and butter, those she's great with evocation too. Fully read the necromancy of thay.

Her hair starts of a vibrant green, but the more forbidden knowledge power she unlocks the more it turns the color of dead and dry foliage. Has heterochromia due to how she originally learned necromancy. Starts with a normal brown eye and the one with a black sclera and a sort of brightish green iris. After completing the necromancy of thay the iris turned orangeish.

Her tattoos/curse markings shift as well.

Origin:

When she was younger, her village was destroyed. She was trapped under a tower with only a magic book. Taught herself magic... didn't know what she was doing but figured it out. Unfortunately by the time she freed herself everyone was already dead and she managed to create some necromancy spells. But all she made was some very weak zombies. Eventually some late Fists found her and took her to Baldur's Gate where she grew up as an orphan refugee. She kept teaching herself magic and eventually got really good at it.

Before the abduction:

strongish necromancer with a small army of beasts, elementals, zombies etc getting ready to march on Baldur's Gate when they all got jacked by the illithid. Got nerfed by the tadpole.

She probably would of got her ass kicked and sent to a supermax prison or something; but her primary goal was getting ingredients for a lich potion. Becoming a lich is basically her goal for act 1, until Wyll worms his way into her heart

Interaction with other characters:

Wyll: Her beloved. Thinks of him as her lighthouse and herself as the gull sheltered by his light. Wants to protect him and frees him from his 360 deal with mizora. Loves how pure hearted and heroic he is and tries to make herself as vulnerable. Basically the do it for her meme.

She has an idealized view of parents and can't understand why Ulder would cast out his son. (Resents Ulder on Wylls behalf. <Would her parents resent who she's become as well>)

Laezel: Her bestie. Give each other the go ahead to do evil aligned shit. Will help her free Orpheus and her people. Have nicknames for each other.

Karlach: Doesn't care for Karlach. Sends her out to tank hits and then gets annoyed when Karlach is injured. When she found out about the infernal engine thought it would have been better to have just died to Wyll but kept quiet.

Astarion: Mostly ignores him. Kept him alive with the hopes of getting his sires blood since she still wanted to be a lich when they met. Did not force him to give the blood mage his blood. Now doesn't really know what to do with him, but he's on thin ice. Especially since he keeps wanting to make deals with devils and eat tadpoles. Left the brain jars at camp, so he could eat them if he wanted, but laughed in his face when he asked for the necromancy of thay. Since they don't talk will end up destroying Cazador and his chance at ascension unknowingly.

Gale: Initially disdainful for his love of the weave and Mystra, but fully supports him once he gets the whole crown of Karsus idea in his head. They did the tower puzzle to find their gated knowledge together and now he's her wizard bestie. Wants to learn his weave. Kinda jealous, but figures the realms got enough supreme necromancers

Halsin: Doesn't really understand him. Her perception of druids was tainted by her initial interactions with Kahga and the rest, but gained a lot of respect when he went into the shadowfell alone. Was annoyed when Orin kidnapped him, and wonders if the confession the night before was actually orin.

Shadowheart: was annoyed by her dramatic secrecy. if she'd kept her secrets in silence probably would have been more ambivalent. Unfortunately she fell on Verdance's dagger during her try to kill Laezel event. Thought the Shar thing was weird but wasn't really judging. Though secretly was glad she didn't get trapped with a shar book or something worse.

Jaheira: Likes the old lady. Will help her free her friend. Wonders if her harpers could have saved her village

Minthara: Died during the goblin incident.

Barcus: She will protect and keep him alive.

The tieflings: Saved each and every single one of them. Wants to see them all happy. Killed Lorrakan on sight. Mainly for Rolan (also for aylin). Hopes Zevlor can forgive himself one day. Loves the kids, knows Mol doesn't know better but for some reason wants to discipline her anyway. Was glad when Arabella got powers. Confused when she didn't want her to leave on her own, when *she* turned out just fine on her own.

[5499h]

What's the point of owning a cloak if u don't take walks at 1 am when it's super windy 2 stare at the moon n feel the wind make ur cloak and all the trees go whoosh whoosh

[crinkliedfries]

synesthesia is wild because i try to explain something and it just kinda goes like this:

me: it feels like old sweaty nerds? like they’re expired and old and yucky and just. not good. y’know? and like... a pale brownish orangeish colour.

my sister: h. h uh

[beardedmrbean]

https://youtube.com/shorts/UVaTJj7gfbA?si=m6EpWbj79E8Fj4bJ

Accurate

[humble-althemist]

some fem Harrigrove style HC’s

🌻 Billie rarely if ever wears anything more than chapstick on her lips. (Or Stevie’s lipstick, after they’ve been making out.) She loves how a good dark red looks on her, but she’s still got too much of a wicked oral fixation to handle something just sitting on her lips like that.

- if it’s a modern au maybe Stevie can buy her some of the real good shit that feels like it’s not there and doesn’t transfer all over the place. then Billie will not be seen without it until the goddamn tube runs out.

🌸 Stevie, on the other hand, wears lipsticks and lipglosses all the time. it’s kind of her go-to makeup product, particularly pinkish and orangeish shades of red. she’s batting Billie’s kisses away all the time because the lipstick calls to Billie like a siren song, but she kind of loves the look of it when it does transfer to her girlfriend’s lips or skin or clothes.

- sometimes she wears the extra creamy ones just so Billie will end up with a magenta smudge on her cheek all through Chem.

🌼 Billie is a big fan of dark eyeliner/eyeshadow. she likes how it sets off her eyes and makes them look extra scary when she glares.

🌺 Stevie can’t be bothered with much more than some shade of brown eyeshadow and some mascara most days, which is probably for the best. when she gets a little eyeliner involved the enchantment powers of her puppydog eyes increase tenfold and Billie becomes completely useless around her.

🌹Billie is still a jean on jean, shirt half-open kinda gal, especially after Stevie buys her a really nice lingerie set for their first Valentines. she gets called into the principal’s office for showing that bra off all the time.

🌷Stevie dresses like something between Nancy’s s1 style and Steve’s. definitely big on knee-length skirts, loafers a must, and probably just an unhealthy amount of sweaters and cardigans for every occasion.

💐 most importantly, their hair is big and gorgeous and so luciously ‘80s it makes all the boys (and girls) cry.

[perilegs]

get to know me meme tagged by: @riverpersonn

i tag uhhhhhh i’m too shy to tag ppl but if you see this and feel like this would be fun to do, consider yourself tagged!

Nicknames: devs, leevi Zodiac Sign: scorpio Height: 5′8″ or 173cm The last thing I googled: euroopan unioni tuomioistuin (// european union court of justice) Favorite musicians: p!atd, against me!, uhhh yeah, there are a lot of artists i like, but i usually listen to songs rather than artists so my taste in music is kinda all over the place Following: 394 Followers: 1262 Do you get asks: very rarely, unless i rb one of those ask game things Amount of sleep: like 9 hours or more Lucky number: 7 What you’re wearing: yellow-orangeish hoodie, a white t-shirt with some kinda leaf print, and black jeans Dream job: voice actor, but if i gotta b more realistic then idk, whatever pays the bills and is something i enjoy doing lmao Dream trip: no idea! i get excited thinking about any kind of a trip, so i guess any trip as long as the company’s good C: Languages: finnish, english, and very limited swedish and like the basics of spanish Favorite songs: i cannot choose a favourite song, it’s impossible bc it changes like every 5 seconds, but a song i currently rlly like is grace kelly - MIKA Random fact: ppl are apparently smoking scorpion tails to get high (i was informed of this while playing ow yesterday) Aesthetic: an aesthetic i like or an aesthetic i’m going for?? an aesthetic i LOVE is high fantasy, and my personal aesthetic is, lazy —————

R U L E S: put your playlist on shuffle, and put down the first 10 songs that play

i don’t really have a playlist that would be The Playlist, but there are a few playlists i like so i’m going to put each one of them on shuffle 

syntisen kaunis mies - leevi and the leavings something in the dark - the rasmus americans - janelle monae bloodsport - raleigh ritchie change your mind - steven universe faster than god - turmion kätilöt geyser - mitski skeleton - the front bottoms i was a teenage anarchist - against me! sex murder party - gorillaz

[zodiacatsea]

So I had this dream that was a a haunted house movie with a happy ending? It was kind of a weird jumanji/King Kong/classic haunted house mixture.

So I was about my age except I was blonde. I kind of looked like judy Greer?) and me and a bf or gf (they really weren't that important) decided to crash an open house just for a fun thing to do. It was this big old house that looked about 1900s, or late 1800s in construction. It had the off white plaster and the light ish natural wood with all the crazy built ins (not my style in real life - I like the more 20s/30s Chicago style dark wood trim and floors, but still pretty). And no one was there besides this kind of tired looking real estate lady.

So she starts kinda half-assedly showing us around and we see the stair case and the little room under the stairs and we start to go through the little sitting area that has these glass paned separating doors into the kitchen everything is falling apart though. but then all the sudden a bird flies through the house and me and the partner laugh because we knew it was going to be a shit hole which is why we wanted to see it. Then there was another. And another, they were pelicans. So the real estate lady runs out of the house as if she was afraid this would happen and then the pelicans started attacking and ripping apart the partner and they start to turn into like these bird skeletons and one turns around and starts to eye me once the other person is dead so I run and lock myself in the little room under the stairs before dialing 911 but there's no service and I can't get anything on it to work then it glitches and shorts out.

So I sit there in the dark because there's only a grate on the door for light. I decide to wait until all the noise from the birds stop before I make a run for it but I fall asleep out of like an adrenaline crash I guess.

When I wake up there's two girls (I know corny, but they weren't twins one was a couple years older) looking at me. So I backed up and hit my head on a wall and a bunch of dust fell on me. The younger girl laughed but the older one smacked her and offered her hand to help me up.

"It's okay, she's not here right now. We can protect you from the other ones"

I was confused but she fills me in on how the original owners husband left for someone else in another country on one of his anthropology missions and she killed her and the girls about a year after. I asked if they could get me out and to the door, it was fairly close but I didn't know what was out there besides the birds or if the birds were still there. They said they could and I actually did trust them. And there's no twist of them being mischievous or tricky or evil they were literally just kids who were scared of their mom but could deal with everything else there. But they said we had to be quick because the daylight was fading and that's when she would come, and I noticed how the light from the grate had turned orangeish like the sunset.

So they take my hand and we creep out of the room and they whisper that we have to go through the kitchen door because the birds like the entry-way because of the high ceilings and windows.

So we go through the sitting room and then through the hallway and we hear the sounds of cages rattling and almost a roar. They tell me they won't come up until She does.

I kind of forget what distracted us but I think it was one of the birds so we ran and hid behind the fridge until it got bored and left. But it was dark now.

The girls said maybe she won't catch us and we could still get out if I made a run for the door. So I tried but the door was locked and I kept trying over and over but it wouldn't budge. Then I heard something big creaking the basement stairs with gruff breathing so I ran right back behind the fridge. With them and the older girl mouthed to me "be quiet". And we the were listening for a while in the dark. It got quiet after a bit so I mouthed to her "what is that?" And she mouthed a word I couldn't understand because it was dark and then suddenly the fridge flew open and this terrifying woman was there and pulling the girls out of the way by their hair to look at me.

One of the girls distracts her and yells "run" and so I do and I try to book it for the front door even though the birds were supposed to be there but I wanted to try my luck and I get there but they immediately start to attack me so instead I run up the stairs and hide in a bathroom.

I kind of get lost in this part... the next part I remember is being in the sitting room with the girls again and there's a fucking gorilla with us, which I figure out is what the girl was mouthing to me before, but he's basically my dog Bear but a gorilla. I actually pet him. But then the lady is there through the paned glass interior doors and there's another gorilla who is much more feral. We find a back way through to the basement and there are these built in cages but then we see a window to outside (which isn't all that historically accurate bc idk that they had super regulated fire escape codes then) and so they make me go through it so I do and I say "I'll come back for you".

Then it's years later and I come back to the house and there's a different realtor, equally if not more exhausted than this one bc now there's a recent death on the property this time but the house is almost restored now. We go through the tour without issue this time. And we get to the basement and it's completely finished and not just concrete and cages (they were converted to bedrooms lol) and as she's talking the girls appear right in front of us and this realtor runs away too. But then other ghosts start appearing (the good ones I had apparently met) and then the gorilla and finally my partner appears. Apparently they had gotten rid of the bad ones with help in the last few years. Then they take me upstairs and they kind of do some spell thing and there's all sorts of beautiful things there too? Like all these earrings and nice furniture. But they're real? Even though they just made them "appear".

Then there's this one blip later where I showed them The Ring and the girls played a joke on me. And I yelled it wasn't funny but it kind of really is, then I woke up

[ff7central]

Creator Spotlight: Kizunatsudoishi

Miri here, with the next entry in our Creator Spotlight series. This time the random number generator has summoned artist Kizunatsudoishi (Kizu). ( http://Kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com )

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Miri: Which of your works is the most memorable to you? I don’t necessarily mean favourite or best work, it could be the work that taught you the most making it or that holds a special reason in its creation.

Kizu: Hm, for some reason the sleeping elves!Sefikura popped up in my head. It was certainly one of those that took me weeks to finish. I learned so much about coloring doing that piece. Seph's thighs were thickened with layers of white and purplish white and blueish white and orangeish white because I couldn't get the pale tone right. I even beat myself over it for days. Thank god it turned out... not so bad...?

Miri: Comments on the reblog, or in the tags. Do you have a preference?

Kizu: Comments ANYWHERE. But anyway, from what I've seen, people are less likely to comment on the reblog because they feel like it's rude or something, but if you feel like that, please comment all the craziest thing and reactions in the tags. UwU I dare speak for all of the creators out there that WE LOVE COMMENTS. Especially the squeally over the top ones.

Miri: Who is your favourite character from the FFVII setting? What do you love about them?

Kizu: Aside from the obvious choices (the blond angry smol and the silver-haired mean assholery tol), in terms of characterization (and in-game stat), Cid Highwind is my lowkey favorite. Those moments featuring Cid Highwind is either hilarious or super inspirational. His speeches about his dream, the power of mankind and science, the planet Gaia, the goddamn tea... gosh. Cid Highwind gives the most powerful speeches and the most hilarious profanities.

Miri: Favourite media to work in?

Kizu: I actually have a love hate relationship with it but, pencil and paper.

Miri: Inquiring minds have asked if you have any tips for dealing with art block/slump.

Kizu: Hmmmm. Maybe... try to brainstorm exactly how you want to draw the thing. Come up with keywords that you can search by (aka finding references). Read/watch something visual and may inspire you to draw the thing since references can pop up in those visual media.

If nothing of the above works, force your stupid hand to at least draw *something* (Like, if you draw something that would involve a human, sketch their head first with a circle, and try to expand the face, where the face is facing towards, then expand pose from there with skeletal-ish pose.) If you don't know how poses work then feel free to look it up. At least, learn how to *sketch* poses with stick figures since that will save you from so much pain.

You can also listen to music that put you in certain moods.

Miri: Is there a character/idea you haven’t gotten to yet that you really want to do?

Kizu: I suppose most of the stuff I had always want to doodle *cough* frillysmexykinkydressesandflowyconcubineoutfitsandfancyhairdosforCloud *cough* I have done... to some extent. There's so much more Emperoth x Cloudcubine thing I want to do though... :Q_ I-I have this... constant need of putting Cloud in dresses. He just... looks too gorgeous in dresses. Mmm, Cloud in dresses...

Come to think of it, I kinda want to try doodling something fluffy or... school life-ish too...?

Miri: Any remake thoughts or hopes you’d like to talk about?

Kizu: 1. Have a section of land that looking towards Midgar that can trigger a flashback cutscene of Zack's final stand... and maybe his yellow flower...

2. Keep the W-Item glitch ;D

3. Explorable Midgar, maybe SOLDIER private quarters with snippets of the SOLDIER boys...?

4. Keep Cloud riding a dolphin. And the CPR part.

5. A dressing up montage of Miss Cloud with pink background and hearts flying while everyone ogles "her". (A thing that ACTUALLY HAPPENS in FFRK so I'm looking at you Squeenix you WILL give us a Miss Cloud dressing up montage).

6. We get to Omnislash """Executioner""" (a synonym for half naked) Sephiroth with Miss Cloud. In a purple dress. With a big bow. Wearing perfume. And diamond tiara. Yeap The Great Sephiroth was defeated by all of *that*.

7. Kinda overlap with the above but... maybe an attire option like we can change the party member's clothing (much like FF15). We can have a bunch of Shinra infantrymen and sailors running around in dirt.

8. Steve Burton and Takahiro Sakurai saying "Warrrk!!". If Lightning can say "Kweh" then of course Cloud has to be a chocobo whisperer.

9. After seeing the giant ass Diamond Weapon in Kingsglaives... I actually look forward to the Weapon boss fights.

Miri: Throw a headcanon at us that you’d like to see more of.

Kizu: I don't know... most of the headcanons I enjoy are all from you guys, like Sephiroth being a Scorpio, or he being the one breaking Ifalna and smol Aerith out of Shinra back then, or Cloud being a little shit... Usually I would think more about AUs. If it's an AU then I'd like to see more school life AUs. Listening to Bolbbalgan4 songs makes me think of a Cloud doodling stick figures on Seph's notebook in the library and they're playing footsies under the table ughf.

Miri: Favourite party idea when playing FFVII? They don’t have to actually work, so much as you like the idea of them together as a fighting party.

Kizu: I usually go for the OP team or the most practical so... Cloud Aerith Cid in disc 1 (I usually have Cloud as the healer/tank/everything else XD Aerith as main magic damage bc she is stronk with spells, and Cid). After that the team is Cloud Yuffie and Cid because of Yuffie's morph ability and her agility is stupid. Nothing can hit Yuffie... ever.

Miri: Do you have a favourite/easiest character to draw? Or a character you tend to draw when you need some comforting/relaxing art time?

Kizu: CLOUD.

Drawing Sephiroth, albeit very satisfying for the eyes, is a great burden. That ridiculous man has a too high standard for his face alone. And then there comes that stupid, geographically mountainous plane of a body, and his 84 miles of legs. Not to mention that unbelievable luscious hair. And don't make me rant on those *eyelashes* that stabs through the fabric of space and time itself.

Miri: Are you open for commissions right now? Drop your link.

Kizu: Well guess what, I AM. Poof: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/161768170836/3-commission-open-%CE%B5

Miri: Anything you’d like to say to the community?

Kizu: I used to be in a too active fandom and it was a nightmare. I used to be in a dead fandom and it was so sad. But then... this FF7 fandom is by some magical blessings, is still an alive submarine after all these years. I know some may have been sour grapes to some other, but the people I found in my little trash can corner, I can say that you guys are one of the greatest creators and people I've ever met. You guys... are the best. UmU

Miri: Here’s a few pieces picked out with some help from friends) to share with everyone

Sefikura Ballet: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/177615867741/ballet-dancerssefikura-performing-swan-lake

Sefikura: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/172478852401/art-based-on-asreoninfusions-whiskey-kisses

Sefikura Week Art for a fic by RadiusZero: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/170107270506/sefikura-week-day-1-showing-up-unexpectedly

NSFW Cloud for a fic by AsreonInfusion: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/161495409636/oviposition-tentacles-au-this-is-based-on (NSFW)

NSFW Sephiroth Images: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/165607580006/sephiroth-in-chain-lingerie-commission-for-anon  (NSFW)

http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/165966347761/another-kinky-ukeroth-in-chain-lingerie-for-anon-u  (NSFW)

http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/166560946871/ukeroth-commission-for-anon-xd-this-time-i-went  (NSFW)

http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/167444208926/ukeroth-commission-for-anon-this-time-with-lace  (NSFW)

And my personal pick, my Christmas card for my discord group (This one IS safe for work): http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/167932312851/a-merry-asgzc-christmas-for-asylos-and-the-folks

[litesalted]

Best (cheapish) way to get apartment complex to fix shower tiles/re-finish tub?

I live in an apt complex, and the maintenance guys are pretty good about most stuff, but I have asked the mgmt and put in maintenance requests to fix the shower tile (it's a tub with shower) and the tub itself. The tub has parts chipped off where you can see the yellow under it. I see they make complete kits for around $100 to redo tubs, and it looks like they have good reviews. This place is not fancy, so I doubt the mgmt is gonna go for something they would need to call pros in for and spend money. So, I figure I can show them the tub and how it's all cracking and stuff (makes it impossible to clean, as when I use a brush in it to scrub grime away, more tub chips off!) Anyway...the bigger issue is- can you just paint tile? The tile is such that I think it was an orangeish color but at some point they painted white over it? I say that because a lot of the tile is chipping away too and it's that weird yellowish orange color underneath. In between the grout is coming out (or it is just paint?) and showing yellow in between tiles as well. I am clueless and have no idea how tile comes, so I assume they painted. Can you normally repaint shower tile like this? Does it take a certain paint? Honestly, I had a can of white glossy finish paint and just painted over one side it was annoying me so much, but it looks kinda odd (so far) as I had no painters tape, no cloths or anything, just made sure not to let it drip anywhere as a test, and I have no idea how it will hold up to water long term.

What do you usually do if re-tiling costs are no way a possibility? Is it a special paint that won't chip with water running on it all the time? Are those tub kits as easy and well regarded as the amazon reviews make them seem? Is there a best solution for tub refinishing and tile painting that will last for a cpl years and not cost a ton of money that I can talk them into? Any ideas? Thanks in advance. I watched some youtube videos, and people seemed to paint tile, but is all tile the same, does it all paint the same? Am I missing actual grout or is it just paint in between the tiles, etc. etc. so many questions I do not know for sure, and I want to be safe before the mgmt gets pissed.

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[d2diamond]

Happy Halloween 1st

Halloween 1st. Better known to the rest of the world as October 1st, but really, let’s be real here, it was the first of Halloween, and everyone knew it. Especially those that lived in Mystic Village.

Mystic Village was one of many hidden realms that co-existed with the humans, but just outside the human eye. It’s where the unusual, the different, and the non-humans lived.

Which included, but was not limited too, one Katsuki Yuuri, and his family. The Katsuki’s Yu-topia were well known as one of the largest coven retreats in Japan. Both Toshiya and Hiroko coming from long lines of witches, so it was of no surprise that their own children would grow up to be so powerful.

Mari, though deadly in her own right, preferred to stay home with her parents to help run the coven. She helped with local and foreign guests as they came and went from the retreat. Some human, some not. She wasn’t a huge fan of the quad footed guests, but as long as they didn’t rip any of the furniture to shreds, she tolerated it.

Yuuri on the other hand, own and operated his own shop in town. A little place where one could buy a potion, get some needed herbs (most grown in his private gardens), or perhaps a spell or two or find a charmed trinket. It’s wasn’t huge by any means, but he liked it that way. Small and cozy. Just like him.

Although it was a four-story, slightly lopsided building, it was skinny. Yuuri’s store was on the base floor and second floors. His office and apartment on the rest. Yuuri loved the place as it was filled floor to ceiling with the books he had found over the years. The many loved plants in pots, while some were stuffed in jars. The many bottles of various sizes, filled with a variety of potions, each labeled in fancy script and topped with decorative stoppers. Each made by his own hand. His pride and joys.

It was a beautiful day when October first rolled around. The sun was out, and the wind brought the promise of a light chill and a change in the leaves. It sent a pleasant chill down Yuuri’s spine and put a smile on his lips. October the first was when the magic in the air picked up and with it the anticipation of the month’s festivities and fun.

Yuuri unlocked and opened hinged windows, pushing each one as far open as his arms would stretch out. After, he leaned on the window sill, and breathed deeply in the fresh air, taking in the scent of change. The scent of life as it reached its perfection in the garden in the back, and on the trees of apples in his front yard. The smell of death of the foliage and of the summer season filled his senses. The magic prickled his skin giving him goosebumps.

“Ahhhh,” he sighed with a smile before he stepped back into his small shop.

He moved with grace through his shop, his eyes wondering over the shelves with the empty bottles for patrons to choose their own if they wanted. His fingers of his left hand flitted across the baskets used to fill with bundled dried and bound herbs, like sage, rosemary, thyme. Whatever people needed for their own potion making, or just to flavor their favorite dishes.

Yuuri adjusted a black velvet pillow that sat in the plush, wingback chair that sat next to the largest bookshelf. A shelf that overflowed with many different size tomes. It was clear that a holding charm kept the thing upright and not toppling over from the weight and size. Yuuri tapped the small tea kettle that sat on a small octagon table nearby. The pot would fill with the customer’s favorite brew on demand, with matching cups and sauces were ready for use. At Yuuri’s touch, the kettle steamed, available for use.

It was Yuuri’s morning ritual. Ready the shop. Making sure one of the few cauldrons was filled with the latest pumpkin spiced juice for those who wanted a sample. Then check on the other on the floor he had filled with chicken bones for spells and pets. *Not for Dogs* the sign above read.

Yuuri summoned his broom and swept out the morning dust out the front door and smiled back at the Jack-o-Lantern that sat near the door and smiled at you as you entered. Its empty eyes would watch people throughout the small shop and alert Yuuri if someone decided if they didn’t feel like paying for the product that may have ‘accidentally’ slipped into their pocket.

A raven had made it’s home in a dried gourde that rested on top of a shelf of odds and ends, and despite Yuuri’s attempts, it now lived with the witch.

Minako, the local kitsune, told him it would be best to leave the bird be. Having been chosen as the raven’s home was said to be a good omen. Since the bird didn’t dirty up the shop, Yuuri left it. Eventually, he named it Poe. Not very original he knew, but it was easy enough to remember, and the bird seemed to respond to it when he called.

“Good morning Poe,” Yuuri said as he walked over to the cauldron of pumpkin juice. Freshly made that morning. “What kind of day do you think we’ll have?” he asked the bird, who only watched him walk around his store, getting things ready, but not answering. Yuuri just gave him a look, shook his head with a smile, and went on about his routine.

It was the sound of something getting knocked over that caught Yuuri’s attention. He turned quickly to see a small orangeish cat with both stripes and spots sitting up on the window sill of the open window. It was unusual looking for a domesticated house cat. Far to exotic.

“Hello? Can I help you?” he asked. The cat looked him up and down, as if evaluating him, then turned his head away like it didn’t care. “Okay,” Yuuri said and turned back to his business. “Let me know if you need anything,” he concluded.

When he was done and felt happy with his shop, Yuuri snapped his fingers, and the closed sign in the window flipped to open. Then he manually unlocked and opened the stores front entrance. He could have just waved his hand to do it, but he enjoyed the feel of the lock sliding out of place, and that first nip in the air when he opened the store. It was always refreshing. .. Except for this time, no sooner did he open the door, he was knocked over by a large white and silver wolf with blue eyes.

“What the…” he said as a smiling hound looked down at him. “Hello?” he asked tentatively.

The wolf jumped back, and in the process changed forms. At first, the man was completely naked, which really took Yuuri for a surprise.

“Hello! I’m Victor Nikiforov, I’m looking for my friend… OH there you are Yuri!” the now, tall, handsome stranger said.

He flipped his silver hair out of his eyes before he waved at the cat that hissed back at him. He looked down again, and his demeanor faltered. With a quick flip of his wrist, clothes appeared, and Victor was wearing a simple shirt and pair of jeans. A massive heart-shaped smile took over his expression, and he reached down to help Yuuri off the floor.

“Yes, here I am,” Yuuri said slightly perplexed. Victor looked at him for a moment confused. He looked at the stranger, then over to the cat that was now climbing over a bookshelf and down into the armchair, then back to Victor. “Are you talking to the cat?”

“Oh yes, that’s Yuri,” Victor said as if it explained everything. “I didn’t catch your name though,” he purred leaning forward into Yuuri’s personal space.

“Yuuri Katsuki,” he said as he pulled back a little.

“As in the Katsuki Yuuri?” Victor asked. “Owner of Be Witchin’” It was the name of the shop. Not very creative, but it worked for Yuuri.

“One in the same,” Yuuri replied. He couldn’t help but notice how Victor kept inching forward. Was it the canine part of the man, seeing as apparently, he was some kind of werewolf, or anthropomorphic, or … No had to be a dog thing.

“Just get your shit already old man,” came a new voice from the back.

Where once was a cat, was now a blond-haired, green-eyed boy sitting in the wingback chair glaring daggers at Victor.

“Oh, right. I guess I forgot,” Victor said with a smile. “I heard you might have some sunscreen for vampires,” Victor said.

Yuuri looked at him for a moment, wondering why he would need such a thing. “Aren’t you a werewolf?” he inquired as he stepped back and over to a bookshelf filled with bottles.

“Well yes, but it’s for a friend,” the werewolf said with a smile. Victor leaned over and rested an elbow on a shelf, his head on his hand as he gazed down at the witch.

Yuuri looked at him, and it was then he noticed the two small puncture wounds in the crook of the stranger's neck. “Friend huh?” he said slightly disappointed. “You should tell your friend to leave less obvious hickeys then,” he added before he pulled a black bottle off the shelf. “This has an SPF of 1000, it’ll keep them from burning up in the sun.” He handed over the bottle and then walked over to the counter. “Was there anything else?”

The werewolf placed a hand over the wound on his neck, and his face went pale, while shock replaced his smile. A snickering could be heard from the corner.

“It’s not what you think,” Victor blurted. “My friend Christophe, he’s a vampire, gets a little hungry and…” but before he could finish, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

“Stop whining you old fool. Let’s just pay for it and get out, I’m hungry,” the other Yuri had made it up to the front of the shop, and was glaring at his companion. How a werecat and werewolf got along, or kinda got along in this case, was beyond Yuuri.

“It’s alright,” Yuuri said with a small smile. He rang up the werewolf and bagged the small bottle. “How long do you and your friends plan on being in town?” he asked curiously.

“Oh, we plan on being here all month! We heard Mystic village has the best festivals,” Victor said, while the werecat just rolled his eyes. He too was wearing a t-shirt, with a tiger on it, and some black ripped jeans.

“What kind of cat are you? I don’t recognize the domestic,” Yuuri asked the boy.

“I’m not a fucking domestic cat! I’m a Bengal!” he hissed.

“Actually Yuri, you’re a domestic Bengal. A Bengal tiger is much larger and doesn’t have spots,” Victor argued which only earned him a hiss from the blond.

“Well, I look forward to seeing you again then,” Yuuri said.

For a moment they all just stood there not speaking, until the smaller Yuri growled and yanked the shirt off his older friend. Once they were out the door, the blond changed back into his cat form and ran off, while Victor waved and smiled.

Yuuri waved back and kept watching, but it was the call of the raven that spooked him to turn away. Once he looked back, both of them were gone.“Happy Halloween first,” he whispered to himself and then went into the back to work on some potions for the day.