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lordbettany · 7 months ago

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Wondering why the man had decided to stay in the monster's service was like trying to understand why God made sin. Impossible to conceive of, and endlessly exhausting to ponder.

word choices here are simply chef's kiss!

The morning’s chill hadn’t quite dissipated, causing her to pull the edges of her short, hussar-style cavalry jacket around herself. All of the outer garments she wore were in her heraldic color of hunter's green, and emblazoned with a stag in rampart on either collar point.

ooh ✨fancy✨

Reading a book on Grecian mythology at the mere age of seven had sent Cecily on a quest to embody the virgin, and extremely dangerous goddess Artemis. Her father expected her to feel akin to Athena, but that birth-story hit too off the mark for her. A massive headache like that and Cecily would’ve been left for the wolves.

Besides, Richard's paranoia levels would hit the roof. *insert here Saturn Devouring His Son*

She examined the cuffs of her jacket, two stag-heads with their antlers curled towards the skull. Entirely decorative. The collar of her jacket resembled a set of antlers reaching up to strangle her.

symbolism much??

Lehzen hadn’t trusted the maids to do it, since of course.

omg, if that woman comes to Ravka with us, I'll strangle her with my own hands.

"Seeing as you have been also forced to tag your own hat boxes, I would advise I take that over."

It kills me that Anne is not here to help her daughter..

The Union jack etched with the same twisted symbol that had spread across Germany like wildfire.

Heinrich, play Edelweiss

That little white rose with a black cross on the BUF emblem is so messed up. I was hoping it would come up.

(...) the sight of the war memorials to the Great War’s dead being… broken down.

“You’ve not seen the trenches, boy.”

I don't wanna go on a rant but, THIS. All the fucking neo-nazi sympathisers in my high school were idiots who slept during the history class and run off to smoke and drink during the field trips to significant WWII sights.

Yet, to Cecily and her veterans, in all states, stated clearly that this was their Last Post. The curtain was falling, the lights were dimming. Soon, they would be as dead as their friends and foes lying in graves in France and Belgium. Death haunted this island, and its princess.

Yet, two things quickly made themselves apparent. The first was that he was wearing armor under the tunic and linen shirt that Jeeves had so carefully ironed. The second was that the metal of his armor broke steel .

fuck.

Light glowed from her flesh, wreathing her father and she in a golden web of light.

Yess, my sunshine princess <333

Richard @ Cecily rn:

Ruleth England Under A Hogge

Chapter two: What scares me

Ao3 link:

Summary:

Cecily-Anne, while waiting for her train to Ravka to depart, is forced to contend with some of the more explicit evils of her father's regime. She begins to see how history can so easily be twisted, and in some cases - removed entirely. When the push comes to the shove, she is forced to make a choice in where she will stand for both now, and the future she hungers to see.

Notes:

TWs: mentions of Swastikas, racism/xenophobia in the context of fascist vitriol, violence, and death. PTSD.

Please Note - the memorials mentioned in this chapter have links In the below portion of the chapter notes for viewing.

Tagging @lordbettany @dreadbirate @rovinglemon

Waterloo Station, a week later.

Amidst all the glitz and glamor of one’s royal progress to be wed, Cecily stood alone.

In her mouth was a player’s cut cigarette, and in her hand was her pocketbook. She scribbled out tag after tag, passing them to her fathers’s long suffering valet, Reginald Jeeves. Wondering why the man had decided to stay in the monster's service was like trying to understand why God made sin. Impossible to conceive of, and endlessly exhausting to ponder.

Cecily sniffed, examining her smudged tag for one of the many hatboxes Lehzen had sent from Locke and Co. She groaned. Rubbing a hand over her eyes, Cecily chugged back the contents of a silver hip flask. In the distance, Richard gave pronouncements to a cheering crowd. The princess wondered if patricide in public was a killing offense by the killer. She lifted a lid on a small trunk and sniffed.

“What’s in here?”

“That would be your evening gloves.”

“How much am I supposed to be bringing with me?” Cecily asked, crushing her cigarette under her oxford heel. She sighed, rolling her shoulders back. Her glasses were dirty, so she rubbed them on the edge of her cream silk blouse. The morning’s chill hadn’t quite dissipated, causing her to pull the edges of her short, hussar-style cavalry jacket around herself. All of the outer garments she wore were in her heraldic color of hunter's green, and emblazoned with a stag in rampart on either collar point.

So, Artemis it was.

She examined the cuffs of her jacket, two stag-heads with their antlers curled towards the skull. Entirely decorative. The collar of her jacket resembled a set of antlers reaching up to strangle her. She sniffed, again. Why must everything she wore be heavy, cut in a military fashion, and restrictive? Cecily moved to regard her heeled oxfords, longing to slip them off and pad around in her stockinged feet. The stone under-foot hurt her heels and made her ankles swell. So much for fashion’s sake.

Sighing, she returned to tagging her hatboxes. Lehzen hadn’t trusted the maids to do it, since of course. Spies - foreign girls pawing over your English clothes . Sprinkling poisons and itching powders . Clicking her tongue, Cecily snapped the lid back on her pen, and grumbled. “I believe I shall flag even before we leave this blasted island.” She murmured. Jeeves raised a brow. “Nerves, Your Grace?”

“Nerves!” She scoffed. “No, Jeeves. Sheer exhaustion and shall we say-” Cecily gestured to her father. “A desire for some level of contact from him.”

Jeeves inclined his head. “When you wish to remove the high walls around yourself, please, inform me. Until then, I would not advise you to put up with such a strategic failure while you are in such a mood, Your Grace.”

“Strategic failure?”

”Your father chooses to make these pronouncements to hide your evident…”

”Do not speak of that.” Cecily snapped coldly, then tempered her mood. Flexing her gloved fingers, she sighed. “Apologies.”

“As I mentioned, your high walls have made you… irritable. Seeing as you have been also forced to tag your own hat boxes, I would advise I take that over. Please, feel assured that you may find your cabin before anyone comes looking.”

Cecily nodded once, and swept off to the train, her cape whirling in her wake as she strode across the platform. However, something caused her to pause. High above her head, the banners of the House of York fluttered in the breeze. She recognized the White Rose, the Whyte Boar and her own sigil of the Stag, antlers reaching skyward. Yet, there was another banner being unfurled. As Cecily stared up at it, she could only watch in horror as the flag flared out.

The Union jack etched with the same twisted symbol that had spread across Germany like wildfire. That twisted Hindu symbol that’d been taken by Adolf Hitler as his own personal emblem of the National Socialist Party and made…

A monstrosity.

Now, it was on the Union Jack. Cecily’s head turned to the left and she realized with a jolt, the sight of the war memorials to the Great War’s dead being… broken down.

“No!” She gasped, running across the platform to the statue that had originally been at Paddington Station for their war dead. Throwing herself in front of the workers, Cecily’s left arm hit the marble floor hard, and she felt the jarring impact of possible breakage surge through her system. Sobbing weakly, she looked up at the workers with their blackshirts, red armbands, and snarled.

“Not this! NEVER THESE!”

“Y-your highness?” One of the workers, a mere boy, kneeled down to help her. Cecily lurched back, her elbow of her other arm slamming into the memorial’s base. She looked up into the carved face of the soldier, remembering with some briefness, the horrors of the medical tents behind the lines.

“You’ve not seen the trenches, boy .” Cecily hissed, ignoring her broken arm. “How dare you take down these memorials?! How dare you dishonor the dead! Your fathers friends died in service and THIS IS HOW YOU HONOR THEM?!”

The boys lurched back like cornered fawns, all bony legs and unbalanced forms. Cecily bared her teeth, raking a hand into the stone floor. She looked to her right, to the sight of Richard still lamenting the fact that foreign invasion of immigrants had polluted this country. Throwing out all the non-anglos made perfect sense. Renewal.

A sense of rebirth.

Cecily gritted her teeth and the wolf inside her rib-cage surged to the forefront, longing for release, to claw itself free of its flesh prison. Slamming her fist into the stone floor, Cecily bowed her head and sighed deeply. Counting back from thirty only worked on some occasions, so she instead began to wordlessly repeat the Lord's prayer. The BUF wanted a Christian state that would heal the divides of Catholicism and Protestantism, so Cecily went older than modern English.

PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen.

Amen.

Cecily rose her head again and glared at these boys. The one holding a hammer stumbled further back at the sight of two medals stitched into the front of her shirt: The victory and War medals. A veteran. The one holding nothing, who’d reached for her first, glanced at her in shock and horror.

“Your Grace.” He breathed. “I-”

“Don’t.” Cecily tugged up her armband with the circle and flash, then rose to her feet. Her black uniform with its cape of black satin and wolfs fur collar swished about her calves. She righted her hat and examined her medals for any signs of wear and tear. Then, she glanced at the boys through her bottle-cap glasses.

“Do not touch that memorial again. What others are being destroyed?”

“Euston, the City of London…” The two boys rattled the names off and all Cecily could think of with each beat of her heart, were the dead who laid in graves from the sea to Mons. Those men and boys who’d died in service for God and Empire, now being defiled.

“What of the Cenotaph?”

“Untouched, though King Richard has given an ultimatum that it shall be etched with the flash.”

“What?” Cecily’s voice dropped and she leaned forward. “Speak of this again?”

“Yes, your Grace.” One of the boys murmured. “The original etching is being undone and this’s taking its place, along with a bunch of other party emblems.”

“The wreaths from Remembrance Sunday?”

“Burned.”

Cecily’s stomach twisted. She had laid a wreath at the base of that memorial and watched veterans, now many into mid-adulthood with their BUF armbands, watching her with empty stares. She closed her eyes again, recalling the faces of dead men, the pallor of whiteness.

Death was always with her. Its claws sunk deep into her skin and refused to leave. So, she brushed off her lapels and stepped forward, hearing her leather boots cracking as she moved across the platform. Yet, not towards the train that would carry her to Ravka and safety.

No, she moved forwards over flat concrete and stone like it was the muds and tangled wire of Passchendale with the full intent to murder her father. He had earned it in more ways then one, but this… this sin was the worst. It screamed to many that there was no care for history but the one the BUF said was law. Yet, to Cecily and her veterans, in all states, stated clearly that this was their Last Post. The curtain was falling, the lights were dimming.

Soon, they would be as dead as their friends and foes lying in graves in France and Belgium. Death haunted this island, and its princess.

Cecily crept closer to the podium that her father stood upon, its marble front leveled at the top to allow him to read his written speech. She could see the typed manuscript with his school-boys copperplate in red of the edits he made. The ink, as red as fresh blood, darkened in the grimy light filtering down through the massive glass arch over their heads. Cecily found herself looking up once more to the swastika and boar, then she slipped her hand to the knife nestled at her belt.

The bayonet.

Yet not just anyone’s - hers. She recognized it the moment she’d held it. Now, she would use it to end the life of the man who’d made her life a misery.

“For what has National Socialism given England, I say?”

The crowd of mainly train-workers and party members gave a hearty cry of all of the work projects and social programs. Cecily’s grip tightened on the blade, and a bead of sweat rolled down her face. She would not falter, she would not fail now.

She noted her father’s eyes slide to her, and she straightened instinctively, putting on her most winning smile. Standing tall, Cecily took her position at his side and slipped the knife from the sheathe.

“Your tie’s crooked.” She murmured as she leaned over.

“What?” Richard hissed, glancing down at his tie. In that second, Cecily had driven the knife blindly into his chest. Yet, two things quickly made themselves apparent. The first was that he was wearing armor under the tunic and linen shirt that Jeeves had so carefully ironed.

The second was that the metal of his armor broke steel.

“You-” Richard gasped. Fury turned his face red, then gray, and finally white. Not as white as a corpse, with the greenish pallor of rot and rigor mortis, but fear . For all of his predictions and paranoia of assassination not even Richard, Duke of Gloucester and Ordained King, had assumed his daughter to be a killer.

Cecily twisted the knife in further, desperation and anger fueling her. But, it made no difference. Her father was as unkillable as the Calydonian Boar. His hide was impenetrable. And in her foolishness, Cecily-Anne was to be trampled under his hooves.

Run. Run as far as you can . Some part of her mind was still working as her fog of anxiety lifted and she was met with the true horror of her actions. She was a criminal now, a prime target against the Fascist state of Britain. She had nearly killed its king. She was a pariah.

Lifting her head, Cecily was dimly aware of the sounds of sirens, of screams. The crowd had not rushed her to tear her in two, for they seemed held at bay. Cecily shook her head and looked down at her flesh, curious as to why they were pointing.

Light glowed from her flesh, wreathing her father and she in a golden web of light. Desperately, Cecily tried to swat it away, but it only grew in strength as her panic heightened. “Help.” She whispered.

“You’ll get no help here .” Richard snarled, jerking Cecily’s head back by her hair. The light flashed, growing brighter. It was a spark waiting for the fires of rage that had always thrummed under her skin. The wolf inside her chest howled a war cry. Cecily adjusted her spectacles and spat in Richard’s face.

“I never asked for it, Father .” She hissed. Rage and fear were making her irrational. Dimly out of the corner of her eye, she could see her father’s medical team preparing something. A sedative to control the chaos that was spilling out like a gunshot wound. Cecily looked up once more to the swastika looming over all with its twisted, unblinking eye. She raised her arm in the air in a salute, yet with her fist closed.

Then, in Ravkan, she screamed.

“Workers of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your chains!"

The workers, many of whom had secretly joined communist underground cells in the years before the takeover, surged forward. Complete and utter chaos erupted out, and with it, the web of light around Cecily exploded too, in a wild flash-bang. Cecily felt her father’s grasp on her hair slip. She jerked out of his grasp, and raced across the platform to the train that was waiting for her. She finally felt the pain of her bruised arm that had not broken as she lurched into the first class cabin. Behind her, the doors slammed shut and the train immediately rolled into motion.

From the shadows, Jeeves stepped out of the gloom and bowed.

“Your highness, care for a refreshment while we head towards the coast to board the Ravkan airship that your betrothed sent?”

“Certainly, Jeeves.” Cecily plucked the crystal glass of brandy from the tray and collapsed into a chair. As the train gathered speed, the city of London of stone and steel faded out to become rolling hills and villages. With every passing kilometer, Cecily felt the tension within her recede.

She opened her hand stained red with blood, and found the blade in her palm. Its steel edge was red with blood. It seemed, even with all that - the Boar of Gloucester still bled like a mortal man.

End of chapter 2.

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Post Chapter Notes:

Paddington GWR memorial: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Western_Railway_War_Memorial

City of London Memorial (though in this context, the Royal Fusilier's memorial): https://exploring-london.com/2014/09/17/10-of-londons-world-war-i-memorials-6-the-royal-fusiliers-memorial/

Euston station memorial: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London_and_North_Western_Railway_War_Memorial

Waterloo memorial: https://www.londonremembers.com/memorials/waterloo-ww1-war-memorial

Cenotaph Memorial: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cenotaph

#just when you think it cant get any worse than that #nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone #OC: Cecily-Anne #fic: Ruleth England under the Hogge #SoundCloud

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bottom-lexa · 8 years ago

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kinda sorta along the lines of the last future-looks-good post. coz i just talked to my parents about school and studying and all that crap. and i just......i realized i can’t go as far as i was expected to, or as far as i thought i would a couple of years ago coz my goals changed quite a lot in the last year or so. and i think that’s harder on my parents to accept than me. they’re not mad at me tho, i kinda just want them to know this is sorta their fault for putting so much pressure on me ayyyyy

under read more coz this will get long

i told them how i literally can’t study anymore. like i sit at my desk and i read the stuff but nothing goes in and i can’t concentrate. i’ve been in all my stats classes since september and i can’t do shit, i literally can’t do any of it. its not the teacher, because i taught myself for three exams last year, like completely taught myself with no help from teachers (additional maths, electronics, and nazi germany for history) so if the teacher wasn’t working for me, i’d get on track with it at home. but i can’t.

its kinda like a mental block where nothing goes in anymore and i don’t know why that is. its even harder for me because.....i’m a good student. i always do well in school, i don’t have a single B in my report card from last year. so for me to go “i can’t do this, i can’t take these exams this year and pass because nothing goes into my head. and i can’t study for more than 30 minutes straight” is.....its hard, its really hard. and i honestly feel like i can’t do this, i can’t do my a-levels. and that is just fucking great to hear from your kid who you were counting on getting into an ivy league college (and/or the equivalents here). i mean it also fucking sucks for the kid to realize that but imagine that on the parents.

there’s always just so much pressure on me to good in school, to get good grades and....i think i’ve kinda just hit a wall rn and my brain is going “i don’t wanna do that anymore.” and that really sucks coz my parents always say success written in big bold shiny diamond studded golden letter written in my future in terms of a career. and now i can’t sit down at my desk for more than 30 minutes to study.

so alternatives. we talked about that too. that would be an apprenticeship now rather than after school. coz i’d get the same level of qualifications and unis accept that too but it would be paired with work and practical work which wouldn’t make it as....dreadful as school work. coz i can’t pay attention to a book and notes anymore for some fucked up reason.

ummmm soooooo. i’m taking the rest of this year of, to take a break and just let my brain relax a bit and un-tense. so exams this summer, i can’t, i’d fail everything but pure maths 1 and that’s because i did it last year. so....start fresh in september. and if i’m still like this after going back, if i still can’t fucking study anymore, then its an apprenticeship. coz that’s still something good, that’s still me getting qualifications and setting myself up to go into work and even study further if i want; it’s not giving up and living with my parents till i’m 30. and if i’m better next year, then its two more years of school, two rounds of exams and then i’m done. then its another apprenticeship coz i don’t wanna go to uni straight away, actually maybe i don’t at all and that’s a good alternative. my parents are cool with that. they want me to do next year coz they think i’ll get better if i have a break. but if i don’t, if i’m still the same and can’t concentrate, then i will give up on that and do the alternative which is an apprenticeship. and i am pretty cool with that. only drawback is, if my brain gets its shit together and i do my a-levels, it’ll take a year longer than anticipated. but i guess i’m okay with that, i don’t wanna, but okay. and if my brain is still a mess then i have to move out and stuff for the alternative. and i’m down with that too.

my dad also suggests i see a psychiatrist again, not the last one, she was useless like wow coz he says the not-being-able-to-pay-attention-slash-concentrate could maybe even be something along the lines of adhd. and i’m not disagreeing with anything until i’m told otherwise coz my brain is a clusterfuck rn and i don’t know what’s causing it because i have literally never been like this. i’ve had a bad day, been miserable, but then i’d sit down at my desk and block out the rest of the world and study; it was kinda like my sanctuary and i felt good after i was done. studying has actually kept me sane in terms of a lot of things, that was my go-to thing to do when i was feeling like shit. so this is all really weird and really new and idk wtf is wrong with me.

and this whole i’m having trouble getting things in my head/studying is harder because i’m a straight A student, and in terms of uni and careers, my parents always believed i’d do fucking great. i thought so too, not as much as them coz they were pretty fucking unrealistic lbr, but as far as a-levels, i thought that was in my future and probably even uni. but ahaha maybe neither of them are, and i’m trying to be okay with that; i’m okay with the second part but not the first....it’s like everyone’s doing it, wtf is wrong with me??

at first i thought the fucked up mind was because i realized i was trans but this started way later. and i’m not really going through the “i hate myself” or any of those negative thoughts i was going through when i realized i was not straight. like realizing that was way worse for me than this, i stayed up nights crying and i felt like shit for who knows how long because i thought there was something wrong with me and that this would never be okay. but the trans thing doesn’t really bother me because i have clear goals set for myself in terms of that and i know i will reach them. and i don’t have that self-loathe like i did before, its pretty chill tbh, its nothing compared to what it was like when i realized i wasn’t straight. that was....god that was a mess.

anyways, yeah i’m gonna end it there. in conclusion, my brain’s a clusterfuck and idk wtf is wrong.

#personal #untagged #future looks good #??#i mean i know it will be good in the end #if i go according to my pace and not according to anyone's expectations

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myreygn · 4 years ago

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uwu i got tagged thank u sm 💜

7 things you probably didn't know about me

1. i used to take dancing lessons

when i was a kid, idk around 3-6 maybe?, i took hip-hop classes and was a set member of that dancing group. i'm pretty sure that this is the place where i lost my love for dancing and i haven't found it again yet.

2. i'm really into tinkering

which doesn't mean that i'm good at it! i discovered diys for me during the first lockdown and tried to find something i like to do ever since. eventually i got stuck with collages and now my printer is constantly out of ink.

3. i love history

hamilton brought me to the realization that learning history can be fun, so i started to search for more interesting ways of learning (which my teacher loves) and i got very invested in it, especially nazi-germany (bc never forget and it's also standard for us to learn about it) and america.

4. i took religion class back in primary school

even though i've always been an atheist, i used to take religion class and i remember telling my dad about what we learned and what he basically told me every time was: "this ain't true and that is bullshit" and so on. then i'd ask my teacher the same questions he asked me and which i couldn't answer and because they were very good and harsh questions, she couldn't answer them and said to me: "ask your parents" and i still think that this was the most hilarious thing during primary school.

5. i once did skydiving

when i was 13, i saved up around 300€ to do a tandem jump, skydiving where i was attached to some experienced dude. we were brought up to 4000 metres with a helicopter and the man who jumped with me gave me 2 seconds to look outside, then he jumped before i could reconsider my decision. he was very stern, not unfriendly tho and during the introduction my group got, he looked around, spotted my name sign and pointed at me so i knew i would jump with him and the guy who did the introduction said: "oh you poor thing, you have to jump with David" (name changed) and David smacked him in the head.

6. i met my old art teacher at a festival 5 times

that was the worst, every time! i was walking around with friends and suddenly my teacher was there and started to talk to me, how i was, what were my grades doing etc. and she didn't stop!! on top of it all, she wasn't even a teacher i liked, in fact i've always hated her. a heavenly match, truly...

7. my first fictional crush ever was vidia from tinkerbell

honestly, i'm just adding this one because i'm currently rewatching movies and shows from my childhood and i'm at tinkerbell rn (the first is so chaotic, why did no one tell me this movie was peak comedy). vidia wasn't my gay awakening because i was very young and didn't even dare to think about "love" but i'm pretty sure she formed my goal to be someone that can and will proudly say they're better than you - thinking about it now, vidia might've been the cure to my crippling insecurities during middle school lmao

sorry it took so long, really had to think this through... tagging @danibby @heyoitsgenderconfusion @ragewerthers if you haven't done it yet and want to do it, feel free to ignore ^^ (and everyone else who wants to do it, ofc)

Thank you for tagging me, sweet girl @otomiya-tickles 💕💕💕

7 things you probably don't know about me~

1. I'm actually pretty good at drawing.

When I was in college I had to take drawing classes and my teacher was surprised about my drawings skills because I told him it was my first time drawing and it was not that bad! However, I need to see what I'm drawing, otherwise everything is a mess, lololololol! I'm rusty though, lol

2. I won a trip to Chicago when I was in college.

This paint company was throwing a contest in my school and a few of my classmates and some other from the same major, joined in and we won the internal contest and then we won the national contest! The trip was like for five days but omg I'll never forget it 😭 We had two guides that knew Chicago from top to bottom and they took us to the fanciest restaurants (all paid, omg) and to museums and such! They literally paid for everything! I just paid like $100 in souvenirs, lolololo. It was greeaat!

3. I'm not sure what's my aesthetic...

But I can tell that my dressing style is semi-formal/Smart casual all the time! I don't like to dress too informally, even when I go to the market I dress a bit extra ^^;; I also don't really like to use sneakers, tennis or so, only when I feel suuuper lazy or I think they look good with my outfit!

4. I really really, really love to read.

It's my favorite thing to do! I like to read books, manga, manwha, manhua, web novels, just everything, BUT it's also something that I don't do thaaaat often because... I feel like I don't deserve it HAHA like, since I enjoy it too much, I feel like I haven't done anything food to gift myself with the pleasure? It's so weird and it doesn't make sense, but the struggling is real.

5. My first approach to tickling on the internet was super traumatic xD

I remember a very young me innocently searching out the word "tickling" like any of us would do, expecting to find cute, nice things right? But, Oh, what would innocent little Mia know that she was going to find a picture of a woman bl*wjobbing a guy? I still remember the picture lolololol

It was super awful because I was super religious back then!

Of course innocent me for scared to hell and I cried and told my mom what I did xD she was like "it's okay, just don't do it anymore", oh mama, I've sin I'm so sorry.

To this day, my mom still remembers what happened but, thankfully, she doesn't remember what was the word I was looking for xD

6. I'm afraid of dogs

Well, more like they make me extremely nervous! I do own a dog and when I'm at my friends houses, I do touch their dogs and so, but I feel my heart is racing like crazy xD I'm just scared they might attack me. I'm actually allergic to animals, so even if I grown up having dogs, they were yard dogs and I didn't interact with them much, so now I'm scared they won't like me, hahaha!

The other day I was out with some friends and we needed to walk past these dog, so my friends were in front of me and the dog didn't mind them at all, but when I walked by, the dog blocked the way and was smelling me omg 😭 the owner was apologizing like crazy, I was dying.

7. So far my favorite anime movies are...

Doukyuusei, Howl's Moving Castle, Ookami Kodomo no Ame to Yuki and Kimetsu No Yaiba Movie: Mugen Ressha-hen!

I'm always up to watch these movies! I don't watch them often though, because I don't want to get tired of them, haha. Kimetsu no Yaiba movie is, of course, new in this list, but I've been wanting to watch it again and cry all over again 😭

Aaahh, I finished *praises myself* it was hard to write these, I don't know myself xD I'm not sure who has been tagged already, but I'm tagging:

@happyandticklish @lady-namo @fandomsnfluff @justmaybee @gigglykenma (feel free to ignore!) ajiskf and everyone else that wants to do this!

#ask game #rey answers

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