#ta-dah!!!! i have...their tag now :'D

[stillresolved]

The lapis lazuli is finely reworked, a show of loyalty, and a heart Eunjae pretends to no longer possess, dangling from their ear and occasionally brushing against their neck if they move just the right way. Like now.

Eunjae makes the beeline the moment they see Annie, with the same disinterested nonchalance they'd brushed past every other victor in the room. None of their concern. They've seen too many who could have stood here instead, die. Sent some out there themselves. Annie, isolated and exploited, stands out like the indestructible buoy people describe her as. Eunjae grabs the glass a Capitolite is trying to push into her hand and pours bad champagne down their throat.

"Darn," a contorted face, the hint of a teasing smile. "Worst thing I've ever had." The empty glass is shoved back into the Capitolite's hand, Eunjae hardly turns to look. The fingers to curl around Annie's are gentle, a direct contrast to the aggression of clearing a space for Annie to be in. "This place has a fountain we can cool down next to. Come."

((personalized asks, hmmm >:3))

@ptternminds / unprompted.

THE SKIRT IS SMOOTH AGAINST HER PALMS. Blue and green silk beneath her fingers, it brushes against her ankles. The last one spilled onto the floor around her, trapping her feet in the center; they said that wouldn’t happen again. Not because it was inconvenient for her to move around, but because such luxurious fabric didn’t deserve to be trampled on by the masses. Still, Annie loathes to admit it, but if there is one thing she can appreciate about the Capitol, it’s the fact her stylists never put her in restrictive clothing.

( She also knows they struggled to figure out how to…market her: how do you style a mad girl, they kept asking themselves. We can’t go with an asylum look; that would offend the younger generations, damn snowflakes, they said. It would have been easier if they called her the Drowning Girl, another one joked. They ended up going with something similar- something about a drowned mermaid? ) 

Of course, if Annie had it her way, she wouldn’t be here, let alone the Capitol. It’s funny, the way people assume that following her games, she would be scared of the water. That she would never take another step into the ocean. Why would she be scared? To float is as natural as breathing air to Annie and if there was a way she had to go, it would have been a kindness to be surrounded by the water. The water has no morality; it only flows, flows, and flows.

Actually, it might be a kindness now to drown than being here. With this Capitolite man who keeps going on and on, something about District Four and how he’s braved his way there many times before, but she’s trying to focus more on both the glass he keeps trying to push into her hands and the other hand the keeps brushing over her shoulder. It’s getting harder and harder for her to decide which hand she wants farther away from her. It’s easier to wish she could be anywhere but here, somewhere far away like home or even further than that-

Bells jingle. Something blue in the midst of black cuts in front of her. 

She blinks.

It’s them.

The one person she always looks for in the Capitol.

They are quick to dispose of her conversation partner and even faster to take hold of her hand. The breath Annie didn’t realize she was holding comes out. She nods, following Eunjae’s lead.

–––

Eunjae is not home. Eunjae is not the water; they probably have never even seen the ocean for themselves and in this lifetime, they probably never will. It saddens Annie to know that– to know that Eunjae will never see the expanse of sea-green water beneath a sky that stretches beyond the horizon, will never taste the salt in their mouth, will never feel the sand between their toes. 

And yet. And yet, when Annie is home, Eunjae is whom she thinks of most, whom she wants to talk to most. From wondering if they would like the taste of fresh fish to collecting seashells from the shore to show them to polishing more rocks to give them. Sometimes it accumulates to Annie even looking forward to going back to the Capitol.

( Does that make her a traitor to her district? She doesn’t dare to admit that to anyone. Not that anyone would listen to her and not write it off as madness. )

Outside the ballroom is dark and cool, an array of greenery lying in wait beyond the lightshow of the mansion. As it turns out, the mansion also includes a magnificent garden that is usually used to hold the host’s biweekly tea parties. Usually the garden would be open for the nighttime guests, as the host used fireflies to light the area instead of those ‘boring lamplights’, but one of the trees had been uprooted last week, ruining the host’s flowerbeds. Their avoxes were still working to get both of those things fixed, apparently.

It still doesn’t explain how Eunjae knew this place would be unoccupied today of all days. but it makes no difference to Annie. Even if the night air sends goosebumps over her arms ( her stylists said she didn’t need a cardigan for tonight), she brightens at the sound of running water first and letting go of Eunjae’s hand, drifts over to the fountain. Hands dip into the fountain’s basin before she kicks her sandals off into the grass. Carefully ( or maybe not so ), she lifts her skirt and steps into the fountain. Annie closes her eyes and sighs.

It’s not the ocean, but it is something. Something like home. Even the light of the moon shining down is familiar.

Footsteps follow her and giddy and a little embarrassed too, she realizes Eunjae has been watching her. Eunjae who walks towards her, not a thread from their black coat nor a smidge of their facepaint out of place. And their earring, lapis lazuli dangles close by like a bell. Annie looks at them, pensively.

How odd, that people insist on calling them the ‘Jeoseungsaja of Panem’. Death itself personified- an unfeeling entity that brings the end of life without question, without warning. That’s the kind of person Panem says Eunjae is. A person without any emotions, any feelings.

The thing is, they’re wrong. Because on this chilly summer night where there are only the fireflies to bear witness, Eunjae is not Death.

Here, Eunjae is the MOON. 

They stop at the edge of the fountain, watching Annie with their hands in their pockets. Annie turns to them, water soaking the bottom of her skirt. “Thank you,” she says finally. “For taking me here.”

She takes a hold of Eunjae’s hands and squeezes them. “Join me?”

( One day, she'll find a place where both the water and Eunjae will be. Together. )

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

A Hole in the Heart

Between this and the drunken confession from Leona fic 😭 I must be in my Savanaclaw era… Maybe I’ll write a food-related Jack fic too, who knows www

Imagine this...

There’s a cute guy working behind the counter.

You can only afford to dawdle for so long. Your eyes are supposed to be focused on reading the menu mounted overhead or browsing the glossy breads and cakes on offer. Instead, your gaze drifts up to the employee—a hyena beastman—sheepishly awaiting your order.

He leans on the glass display case, face nestled in his arms, cheek to forearm. His dirty blonde hair sticks up like someone has aggressively ruffled his head. The boy blinks at you with big, blue-grey eyes, mouth permanently etched into a sloped smile that suggests he is capable of stirring up trouble off his shift.

An apron hangs loosely from his lanky frame, and a cap is clamped down between two large, twitching ears. His tail, short and stout, wags like a metronome, in time with the rhythm he taps out with a finger.

Yeah, he’s definitely super cute, you conclude.

“… Hey.”

You jolt at the hand passion waving in front of your face, at his voice. It’s casual and warm, like the sound of an old friend’s greeting after a long day.

The bakery employee lifts his head and quirks a brow. “You decided what you want yet? You’ve been starin’ for a while now.”

W-Was I really staring?!

A hand flies to your face, testing it for signs of self-consciousness. Your skin is flushed and tingles, like flames have been lit under it.

“S-Sorry, I must’ve dozed off,” you mumble, burrowing into your collar and praying that he doesn’t notice. Focus here, you remind yourself. “You have so many options, I’m having a hard time deciding. What do you recommend?”

“Me?” He fully draws himself up, trading his smile for a smirk. “I know just the thing. Hang on a sec!”

The employee peels away and snags a donut from the display case, wrapping it in a checkered napkin. The pastry is plump and full, fried to a golden perfection and covered in a shiny sugar glaze. 

“Oh… It doesn’t have a hole in the center,” you realize.

“The holes are usually there to help the dough cook evenly. We repurpose what’s punched out as donut holes,” he says, eyes glittering with gluttony, “but nothing beats having the whole thing, hole and all.”

“Pfft. When you put it like that, it feels sort of sad.”

“How do you figure?”

“A donut with a hole sounds like a person that’s missing their heart. Some important part of themselves just… poof. Gone.”

“A person missing their heart, huh? You got an imagination on ya.”

D-Did he just compliment me?

Your heart leaps up and lodges in your throat. It’s suddenly difficult to usher your words out.

He shakes his head and turns away, setting to his work. The boy becomes but a blur of activity, and you watch him, mesmerized.

He generously ladles chocolate sauce onto the donut, garnished by a handful of sliced nuts. Then he glops on a healthy helping of custard cream, a spritz of whipped cream, and a big spoonful of berry jam. The result is one decadently sticky pile of sugar with everything under the kitchen sink thrown onto it.

He presents the towering donut to you with a flourish. “Ta-dah! I give you… the Ruggie Special!” 

You gape at it, unsure of what to do or say. There’s no way I can finish this before class starts, you fret—but you accept the donut in a daze, not wanting to reject all his efforts. Your fingers and his graze, sparking a thrill within you.

“What’s ‘Ruggie’?” you ask shyly.

“That’s me.” He winks and points to himself. No, to the name tag pinned to his chest. “Ruggie. Ruggie Bucchi.”

H-He told me his name. You clutch your hands together in an attempt to calm them. Is he flirting with me?

“W-Wow, you have a menu item named after you? That’s cool,” you babble. Oh no—you’re so horrid at small talk, you scold yourself.

“Unofficially, yeah. The boss doesn’t mind if I use the extra ingredients lying around to experiment. Oh, speaking of—” He holds out a hand. “All that extra stuff’s gonna cost ya. That’ll be 700 madol, if you please!”

“700…?!” You startle, as if waking from a dream. The donut’s mountain of topples wobble, threatening to tumble. “That’s over 5 times the cost of a single plain donut!”

“Well, this is a single plain donut with all the fixings,” he corrects you with a snicker. Ruggie points to your Special. The chocolate sauce is rapidly dribbling down, cream leaking into the napkin. “Look, it’s already getting all over you. Better cough up the cash and get to eating it real quick~” 

“Nrgh…” You reluctantly fish out 700 madol and slap the bills onto the counter. “Here. Just take it already.”

“Nishishishi, thank you for your patronage!” Ruggie happily scoops up the money and deposits it into the register. The bills are swallowed up by the metal contraption, as if it is feasting on your misfortune.

Why do I feel like I just got duped by a pretty face?

Your stomach lurches, disappointed with yourself. Friends and classmates always teased you for this. Head in the clouds, too sentimental, unlucky with guys, so quick to fall in love and even quicker to have your heart broken—all phrases they used to describe you.

Someone absolutely hopeless in their flights of fancy. A donut wandering around with a hole where their heart should be, seeking what they lack.

You flush deeper. Maybe I’m proving them right. I’m seeing things that aren’t there.

“W-Well, thank you for your recommendation,” you say hurriedly.

“No prob,” he replies with the tip of his hat. “All in a day’s work.”

A day’s work, duh. Stupid, stupid. He was only buttering you up to swindle you into a sale.

The donut is oozing into your palm now. You frown and attempt to mop what is spilling with your tongue. Ruggie laughs a little—and you’re not sure if he’s laughing with you or laughing at you. Truthfully, you don’t know which you’d prefer.

“Need more napkins?” he offers, a wad of them at the ready. “These’re free.”

“Th-Thank you,” you mutter, grabbing them with your free (clean) hand. “I have to get going, or I’ll be late.”

“Uh-huh. Don’t they all?”

You gather yourself, hurrying to the door and flinging yourself through. It swings as you exit, the bell above jingling and ringing out your departure. The warm, comforting smell of sugar dissipates into the outdoor air.

“See ya around,” he calls after you, a teasing lilt in his voice. You don’t see what kind of an expression he’s making, but you don’t dare allow yourself to look back and find out.

You try to busy yourself with scrubbing clean. A bathroom—you should have stopped by the bakery’s bathroom to wet the napkins, to wash your hands with soap. But you have your pride, and you refuse to march back in, to have him mocking you a second time.

You wipe at your thumb, but the napkin catches and sticks at the corner. There’s a blot there, dark-colored and bleeding.

… Huh? What’s that?

You lift the napkin and squint at the smudged shapes scrawled onto it. Letters and numbers come into view.

Ruggie Bucchi, followed by a series of numbers strung together. A phone number.

Everything in you stills.

When did he…?

You rifle through the rest of your napkins, looking for other hidden messages. Nothing else, just the one. 

But if he passed me his phone number, that means… He’s interested in me too?!

Excitement kicks up in you again. Hope, dancing a little jig.

You melt, pressing the napkin to yourself. Your heart practically beats right out of your chest, as if it wants to see the proof with its own eyes.

Ruggie. Ruggie Bucchi… The quick-witted guy in the donut shop, the boy with an impish grin and fast fingers.

The hole in your chest fills, having found its missing part. Whole at last, tasting sweeter than any confection.

You’ll have to text him first chance you get.

[rainmustfallts4]

Rain Must Fall (Reaper’s Rewards Special) ◇ #010

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She isn’t level 7 yet so she had to make a few dishes, which took ages because she had to get all fancy about it lol She ended up getting the knife stuck in the board which is 100% something I would do.

She did make a fancy pet dish for Oscar, though c:

He seemed quite pleased, except…

“Easy on the garlic next time, human!”

Ta-dah! Level 7. I’m just now realizing I should have put the quest text on this image instead of the other lol

YES A NEW TATTOO!!

The quality is trash but I still love it. I’ve been dying for new tattoos for ages and this one is a Grim Reaper? Hell yeah.

So, her gourmet cooking is level 1, I think, which means it would take too many dishes to get the skill up. Time to get reading!

I think Oscar likes our new collection c:

Girl, what the fuck is wrong with you??

WHO PUTS OUT A FIRE BY SLAPPING IT WITH A SPATULA?? She is truly my child T_T)

Bright side, we finished one of our event sets.

And earned a… portrait? Wait a minute... isn't Mimsy that ghost that hangs out in the Windenburg gardens?? :o I knew she was important!

WHY IS THIS THING SO DAMN BIG??

Section 2 is complete… I completely forgot about the quest image for getting the death flower T_T) I am so off my game lately.

Well, we worked hard, gardened ’til our hands were green, and we have done it – we grew a death flower –

God damn it, no one listen to her, I most certainly did not go to the magic realm and purchase one! This ghost is lying to you all D:

[the-insomniac-cat]

BIG SPOILERS BELOW THE ‘READ MORE’ CUT, FROM SYNOPSIS OF THE FILM

Just sat through a half-hour synopsis of the film.

I HAVE 16 HUGE SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT- ALL CONFIRMED

I HAVE PUT LOTS OF WARNINGS IN MY TAGS TOO - if you can think of any that I’ve missed out plse message me and I’ll add them.

doing the following list so you know if you want to read it again ;D 

*edited with update 24/4/19 22.20 London time; 2 spoliers added //  again at 22.36; another added, plus more details on some // 22.49 another added // 23.26 link to ‘spoilers’ video added

Time Travel involved?

A- Of course!

How long after IW does it start?

A-  it starts 22 days later. They try and fail to reverse it all. THEN it jumps to FIVE YEARS LATER

Where is Thanos?

He’s off on a farm somewhere (other planet? Not sure.) He’s in a bad state. Using the gauntlet has drained him.

What big characters die?

A- Black Widow (dies to save Hawkeye), Iron Man (and they have his funeral), and Thanos. As far as I can make out,Thor kills him during the first 22 days. He cuts his head off. The others ask him why and he says, “I went for the head.”

Is it true that Cap goes back and dances with Peggy?

A- yes and he stays in the past.

Does Jane appear?

A- yes. Thor goes back to Asgard with Rocket. Rocket removes the ether from Jane via a needle. Thor decides he can’t bear to meet her, so goes to visit Frigga instead.

Do they actually manage to reverse the snap?

A- Yes. Everyone that was killed by the snap comes back. They do it by going back in time and ‘borrowing’ the stones and Tony has his own gauntlet and snaps it and ta-dah!

HAWKEYE?

A- yes. In fact the movie opens with him and his daughter on his farm(?) just before the snap, when all his family die. In other words the snap didn’t get him.

Valkyrie??

A- Yes. She’s alive

Pepper Potts?

A- Yes. She has a 5 yr old daughter with Tony, who is just as brainy as he is.

The Asgardians?

A- Half are alive and as far as I could make out from the synopsis video, they are in something like a fishing village????????? No idea!!!

Hulk?

A- This is a really weird bit- the hulk and Banner have combined and now there is Professor Hulk. Yeah.

Bucky?

A- Yes he’s there, he’s fine. He has the opportunity to go back and stay in the past but decided not to.

LOKI???

A-  You see him in the past. It’s never confirmed if he’s dead, if he gets back to change things, nothing. He is in it VERY briefly and gets 2 lines.

Tony returns to Avengers Tower in 2012. They need to get the Tesseract. Loki is caught and bound- handcuffs, muzzle etc. The tesseract is in a suitcase which gets dropped and opens- the tesseract rolls to Loki’s feet. He uses it to escape right there. One review says he escapes ‘in a puff of smoke’ but I don’t know if that’s how they did it or if the reviewer was using those words in sarcasm ;)  He is not seen again. I can only assume they left it open so that the series can go ahead.

Is the opening scene from IW revisited?

A- No. And I think that sucks, because that scene never made sense to me. It had tons of holes, was very disjointed.

The sun will shine on us again?

A- no, this doesn’t mean Loki and Thor reunite in the future. BUT when the Avengers reverse the snap, the trees all go green again, and the SUN SHINES BRIGHTLY. So you have to think well, how did Loki know to say that? It’s going to lead to sooo many fanfics and fan theories. (I had a theory quite a while back that this phrase might not mean Thor and Loki, and instead meant the Asgardians, and hate to say it but sheesh it seems I at last got something right.)

Overall?

It’s getting a big 10/10 in the reviews and summaries I’ve seen, but also I’ve heard that, although satisfying in that it resolves a lot, it is a pretty depressing movie, albeit with lots of action, and a big fight at the end where everyone like Black Panther, Dr Strange heck EVERYONE from snappy time arrives. (But no Loki, who IMHO could have come through and fought alongside everyone. WOW imagine if he’d helped save Midgardians? Wouldn’t that be a great resolution to his invasion in 2012? Wouldn’t that close something off really nicely? Wahhh)

ALSO I’ve read that it’s confusing (like, you don’t say??)

So- although I like that they didn’t exactly spell out that Loki was dead, neither did they explain the huge holes in that first scene of IW. It also means that when Thanos hurled Loki’s body at Thor (or towards the audience), saying ‘no resurrections this time’ he really was breaking the fourth wall. That, plus that whole disjointed scene, is going to leave me angry for all time.

Leaving it this way lets his fans able to say he got away and the non-fans say nah, he dead. But it also means that the last time we see Loki in an MCU film, he’s seen as a villain.

Lastly, a link to one of the spoiler vid’s I’ve watched.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3CGaEImozM

#I’m glad I’ve stuck to my ‘not giving Marvel another penny of my money’ mantra! #I’m done with them. #Totally.

[slavicviking]

I read this one somewhere and copied it down but i forgot where it came from: My cat keeps breaking into your apartment next to mine so I tied a note to its collar to apologize and you write back so we keep exchanging cat notes and you’re pretty funny AU

Soooo sorry it took so long! But here you go - I hope you’ll like it! ^^

(Also, here’s the link to your previous requested drabble because I don’t think it tagged you correctly)

Thanks to @twiggy242 for helping me come up with the pun (though he claims all the credit for the pun apparently xd)  :D

“There youare!”

Hiccuprushed to his window, hugging the black cat to his chest.

“I swearyou’ll be the death of me,” he set the animal on his kitchen floor, letting outa long sigh. Closing his eyes briefly, his heart surged to his throat when thecat had disappeared again. “Toothless? Odin’s beard – Toothless!”

The cat wasalready back on the windowsill, ready to embark on his another great adventure.

“Oh no youdon’t.”

Toothlessmeowed in response but Hiccup just shot him an unamused look.

“I alreadyhad to apologize for you once and,” he paused, his eyes on the cat’s redcollar. “and I don’t think she noticed.”

Despite hiscat moving around he managed to get ahold of the note tied to the collar.Surely his apology was still there, his messy handwriting reading ‘Sorry, he keeps escaping through the window’.He was ready to throw the piece of paper away when he noticed letters on theother side.

‘Close the window then? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯’

Huh.

Well then,he couldn’t say he expected a response, not like that anyway. Without thinkingmuch about it, he scribbled a response underneath.

‘In that heat? No way’

“You liveonce, eh?” he asked his cat, suddenly realizing how sad it must have looked.And how ridiculous this idea was to begin with. Potentially jeopardizing hisnonexistent relationship with his (beautiful) neighbor, he tied the note backto Toothless’s collar.

One thingwas for sure – you did not need to tell the cat twice to get out venturingagain.

Hiccup endedup being half-annoyed (that the cat left) and half-nervous (that the note left with the cat). He leaned out of thewindow, curiosity winning over what was left of his decency. His eyes caught ahand from the apartment next to him, instructing Toothless out.

Suddenlythe cat’s collar was the most interesting thing in the world.

‘Your cat just gave me a cold shoulder – maybe trythat instead? :P’

He snorted.

Of coursehe had to reply. If she was going to sass him, it was only right to sass herback.

It did notend with one more note, or two more…or ten.

Overseveral weeks they had settled into this comfortable yet unusual friendship, orso he’d like to believe. Whenever they would pass each other on their way in orout of the apartment building they would smile at each other knowingly, thoughthey never really talked.

How couldit be that it was so easy to talk to her through his cat (of all things!) butwhenever he faced her, he suddenly forgot how to speak, and how his palms gotsweaty, his stomach feeling the tiniest of bits tighter.

But thenher mail ended up in his mail box.

Not thefirst time but this this  - this timehe was determined to do something aboutit. And so after some compulsory pacing around his flat (judged by his catof course) and three attempts, he found himself before her apartment, knockingon her door, mail in hand.

“Hi.”

She lookedconfused for a second until her lips broke into an easy smile and she leaned onthe doorframe, all smug like that.

“Hey,discount cat whisperer.”

He gave outa soft laugh at the nickname he had acquired throughout the last couple of weeks.

“I, um,” hegestured the mail in his hand like the stupid dolt he was. Astrid’s eyes,though, weren’t on him. He quickly turned around as well, only now noticing hehad left his apartment doors slightly ajar.

“Oh come on.”

His eyestrailed over the most smug cat in the entire universe that had the nerve to slid into Astrid’s apartment, brushingover their legs with his tail. He expected her to be annoyed but, instead, sheappeared to be amused by the whole situation, eyes bright and a smirk formingon her lips. He smiled shyly.

“But Iclosed the window this time.” 

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