#(You heard my husband picking this number yesterday XD

[tacitusauxilium]

@dxfiedfxte​ sent: “I want the K”

SEND ME ‘I WANT THE K’ AND I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER.

7.) Romantic Kiss

"Minato.” She pulled on his sleeve as they were leaving Tartarus, making sure they were the only two left behind everyone, as he turned to face her. A small look of concern on his face as she felt a bit hesitant all of a sudden. It was just a few weeks ago where Takaya and Jin fell to their supposedly deaths. And then, just less than a week ago, Junpei almost died as Chidori offered her life for his in exchange. They just started to date; Fuuka felt tears springing up in her eyes again as she looked up at him.

“Can you promise me...that no matter what happens, you won’t die for me?”

Minato raised an eyebrow, surprised Fuuka would say something like that. “Fuuka--what brought that up all of a sudden?” He asked slowly. He put a hand on her shoulder as he could feel the tears falling from her eyes onto his hand.

She sniffed her nose, using the sleeve of her uniform to try to wipe the tears away. “I...when Takaya shot Junpei, I thought I was going to lose another friend! A-and, it seemed like he didn’t c-care who he shot at!” She felt her words were getting louder, filled with anger, frustration, and sadness. Fuuka shook her her head as she just placed her head gently on his chest. She knew he had to be exhausted from battling in Tartarus, and here she was just confessing her worries to him. “Wh-what if...he tries to aim for you next time?”

He carefully wrapped his arms around Fuuka, holding her tightly towards his chest and rubbing her back in small circles. “I am more worried about losing you than you probably realize.” Fuuka blinked a few times, trying to stop the tears from flowing, as she looked up at him. Before she could ask, Minato explained, “Because they don’t have Chidori anymore. They know you are our navigator. So, I would do anything to make sure you of all people are safe. I... ...I would be happy to offer my life for yours.”

Fuuka bit her lip, trying to not let the idea of death plague her mind. She lowered her head, shaking her head once more, and gripped the back of Minato’s uniform. “But, you are our leader. And... we just started to profess our love to each other! I don’t want anymore people to die because of me!”

He brought his hands up from behind her back and cupped her cheeks, bringing their eyes to lock onto one another. The Dark Hour was just about to end, and as much as Minato wanted to leave and not be trapped in Tartarus, he was just lost in her eyes--just like Fuuka was lost in his. “Fuuka. I love you. I love you so much that I will make sure no one else dies. I promise.”

“You promise?” She blinked as she brought her hand up to her face, holding her pinkie in the air. “Pinkie promise?”

Minato let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “I have something better than a pinkie promise.” He stated softly as she lowered her hand, about to protest, as Minato moved his face carefully towards Fuuka’s own. Their lips were inches apart from one another as she could feel Minato turning Fuuka to the nearest wall, pining her up carefully against it, and leaned down to claim her lips into a kiss.

This was just their second, perhaps their third kiss--Fuuka lost count since she knew all their kisses were meshing together in her mind--as she felt herself getting lost and melting into his touch. His hand glided down towards her neck, slithering down to her waist, holding her tightly. Fuuka’s hand delicately went up to his neck, her fingers palpitating the side of it as she thought time froze--that there was no Dark Hour, no bad guys, no Personas; that they were just normal high school students enjoying their high school years.

And yet, reality came back to Fuuka as Minato was the first to leave her lips. A small smile, a tiny hint of a blush, played on his lips as he looked Fuuka in the eyes again. “Let me protect the ones I love, especially you, Fuuka.”

Fuuka couldn’t protest to that promise of his. She simply nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, as she walked out with Minato, hand in hand, as the others were calling out to them to hurry up. The words that Minato spoke to her she kept to herself and used those words as a motivation for her to make sure she could protect the others she loves, especially Minato.

#fuuka.ask #(You heard my husband picking this number yesterday XD #and this is so damn sappy omg #here you go my dear Chase~ :D) #drabble #pairing;; blueberry pie

[chrysalispen]

borealis #4 - nose

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there’s an extended scene i’m still working on for this, but there was a lot of stuff going on offline today (including internet blips) that ultimately caused me to leave off with the SFW version so i hope no one is too disappointed. XD

Prompt response is below the cut, as ever.

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Perhaps the most self-evident observation that could be made of the small house nestled in its small copse in the Shroud upon first entry was that its adventuring inhabitant -- or inhabitants -- were either avid readers or wished any potential guests they might have to believe that was the case. The sitting-room with its tall shelves of books was immediately visible from the front entry, and one might be forgiven for assuming there was no possible way every tome on its shelves had been read.

In point of fact, the Warrior of Light was an avid reader when the subject fascinated her. However, this particular book was not the sort that normally caught her eye. She had only attempted to peruse its contents once, and that was yesterday when she had decided to outline today’s plan of attack. Last year, Nero had treated her to dinner - among other things - and she had completely forgotten the occasion. 

Well, she was not going to be caught unawares by the holiday this year. Today was Valentione’s Day and by some miracle, confluence of the fates, or what-have-you, she had managed to capture a small handful of days to herself in order to prepare. The flower arrangements were simplicity itself; those were already set on the table along with the gift she’d commissioned, wrapped neatly in its box- part of his gift, anyroad- and now all she had to do was see to the dinner. 

And the chocolates. 

...Aurelia wasn’t nearly as sure about the chocolates. 

Making them herself had seemed like a wonderful idea at the time, but she was starting to regret it. Warrior of Light or not, she really wasn’t what one would call the most accomplished culinarian, unlike Nero, who seemed to take the same meticulous approach to cooking as he did to his research and his engineering. He had grown up in a poor farming village, had learned how to make food alongside the grandmother who had raised him in order to help feed his family. 

Whereas Aurelia had- well. As the daughter of a wealthy landed gentleman - even if he was a younger son - her upbringing had been very different. Her lady-lessons had not included such things; the husband her family selected for her would have hired a cook and a housekeeper in the interest of keeping up appearances. And as a child, she had wanted to climb trees and grow flowers and be a scholar, the seven hells take sweating over a stove or bending over a distaff until her fingers ached.

Too late for regrets now, she supposed. 

Aurelia squinted doubtfully at the illustrated page, then back to the bubbling mess in the pot. It all felt rather simple, she thought. She’d never made truffles before, true, but only four ingredients? Surely she could do better than that. Chocolates with no embellishments seemed so-

“Well,” she muttered, “perhaps it’s fine if it’s a little uninspired.” 

Though on second thought, watching the cocoa melt down in the saucepan: perhaps some brandy wouldn’t hurt? Culinarians put spirits in sweets and other things all the time, and she remembered some treats she’d had in the Crystarium with Lakeland brandywine in them that had been absolutely amazing. 

With that decision made, she turned to make her way down the stairs towards her wine cellar, but the moment she set foot on the stairs, her linkpearl sounded off. Frowning faintly, she tapped the small device alongside the shell of her ear. 

“Yes?”

“Oh, Relia!” Tataru’s voice, perhaps just a touch too bright, chirped across the aetheric link. “So sorry to trouble you! I know you asked for no calls unless it was an emergency.”

“So I did. Is aught amiss?” She glanced over one shoulder as she made her way down the stairs towards the cellar door, too impatient and worried about the state of her cooking chocolate to pay much attention.

“Oh, not at all! This isn’t a work call, I promise. It’s just, er…”

Aurelia knew the sound of Tataru’s ‘I’m about to ask you for a favor’ voice when she heard it. “Go on.” 

“I was going through my measurement book for sewing patterns - for no reason whatsoever! - and realized I was missing one of yours. The, um, the bust.”

Her brows furrowed once more, this time in mild disbelief. 

“...The bust.”

“Yes.”

“Just the bust size is missing. Somehow.” Damn, where had she put that cognac?

“Yes.”

Right. Well, you're clearly up to something, old friend. 

She supposed she could grill Tataru for the details of whatever scheme she’d hatched, but attempting to pick apart the reasoning behind the Lalafell’s choice to call her with an extremely transparent lie would be better done while she was not preoccupied. In the meantime Aurelia didn’t see any harm in giving her a couple of measurements  - she had, after all, entrusted her with them once before. 

With this reasoning in mind, she rattled off the numbers as best she could remember them while squinting at the labeled bottles within the dimly lit rack. After a few moments of rummaging, she found what she was looking for just as Tataru piped, “I’ve got it. Thanks, Relia!”  

“You’re welco-”

The quick chime of a severed connection left her in relative peace and quiet once more. Which was strange in itself, because usually when Tataru was making a social call Aurelia could expect to be on the hook for a good half-bell of her time. 

But it was a question she could ask herself later. Right now she had chocolates to make. 

She trotted happily up the stairs, bottle in one victorious hand… only to see an alarming amount of smoke billowing from the stovetop. 

“Oh swiving Twelve- ” She made haste to the range and switched it off, then snatched one of the mitts from the nearby wall mount to wave back the smoke. Most of the pan’s contents appeared salvageable, thankfully, but it didn’t seem like enough. She wanted to make another batch, but if she didn’t have the extra ingredients-

Wait. I can just melt down some of the chocolate chips I saw in that bag in the dry pantry, can’t I? And just add the brandy in while it’s melting?

Aurelia turned towards the shelves of dry goods, somewhat cheered by the thought that she could spare herself a trip to the markets, at the very least. The bag was at the back of the very top shelf and she had to stretch a considerable bit to reach it, but she managed to pull it down without spilling any of its contents. 

She set aside the saucepan with its half-scorched contents, reached under the counter for a fresh pan, and poured in the chocolate, then paused. She probably didn’t need the cocoa butter if all she was doing was melting pre-made chips-- she’d have to pour in the cream while it was still hot but maybe that was fine, maybe it would even help melt the chocolate faster. Then “a splash of spirits,” whatever that meant. To taste, perhaps?

Hmm. Speaking of taste, which patisserie was it back in the capital that used to put chilies in their truffles...? 

Her good mood returned as she acted upon that stray impulse; she plucked one of the chilies from its bag and started cutting into fine pieces to add to the new mix. Of course, she might be getting a touch ahead of herself, but surely it would turn out alright in the end. These were all flavors she knew would work in chocolates so a little deviation here and there wouldn’t hurt.

The longcase chronometer in the parlor struck four just as she was stirring the pieces into the half-melted lumps. 

Hells. She still had to put the noodles on to cook and she hadn’t even started the sauce yet. If she wanted everything to be ready in order to spring her surprise, she’d have to work fast.

That was all right. She’d worked under far worse conditions before.

With a determined nod, Aurelia tucked a stray tendril of hair back behind her ear, turned up the heat on the cream until it began to bubble, and uncorked the cognac bottle. ~*~

Nero was not sure exactly what he should have expected when he opened the cottage door, but the smell of burnt sugar and the sight of a darkened kitchen was concerning, to say the least. 

He set the box that had been in his hands upon the nearby table (where, he noted, there was a wrapped box and a vase of fresh-cut flowers she had likely arranged herself) and ventured into the parlor. He found Aurelia sitting in one corner of the sofa, curled in a tight ball with her arms wrapped about her legs and her face buried in her knees. “Before you say anything,” she said, her voice muffled, “don’t.”

His brows arched. 

“That bad, is it?”

“You have to ask? You can surely smell it for yourself.”

“I can.” Though he knew it was unwise, he cracked a grin. “...Did you perchance fight an eikon in the kitchen? Is that my surprise?” 

Nero received precisely the answer he had expected for that particular bit of cheek: a sound swat to the face with one of the sofa pillows. He ouched as she drew her hand back and made an exaggerated face at her, but Aurelia didn’t take the bait. Instead she made a breathy, angry little hmph!, the sound muffled against her thighs, and tried to angle herself away from his perusal to face the apple-green brocade which covered the sofa’s frame. 

“Sweetling-”

“Don’t talk to me,” she huffed. “I’m angry.”

“Yes, I can see that.”

“I’ve made a mess of everything.”

“I don’t see how- well yes, alright, I suppose the kitchen is a bit of a disaster. But it’s naught that can’t be salvaged.” He sat down next to her and smelled chocolate and… something alcoholic. “What happened? You look absolutely gutted.” 

Finally she lifted her chin to look at him. Her blue eyes were very dark and very wide and shimmered with suspicious wetness.

"I was going to make dinner for you," she groaned. "I had flowers and a present and I was trying to make-”

“Chocolates.” Aurelia’s face was hard to see in the darkness but he could see her chin bob. “I take it something went awry.”

“A great lot of somethings. And then I was so busy trying to fix what had gone wrong that I burned dinner and-”

“Hush. Come here.” Reluctantly she let him untangle her from her sulk and pull her into his lap, like a tired kitten. “You know I appreciate the gesture, but it wasn't necessary.”

“Yes, it was!"

"How so?"

"I completely forgot last year. You went to all that trouble and I forgot. So I wanted to make it up to you. I thought if I could make it as special as possible-.... never mind.” Aurelia lifted her hands and stared at her chocolate-stained fingers with a disconsolate sigh. “...I’ll clean up the kitchen as soon as I’ve my wits about me.”

“You will do no such thing.” Nero kissed her on the nose, then gave it a tiny tap with his index finger. “You are going to go downstairs and run yourself a bath while I clean the kitchen- once I’ve dialed Mistress Tataru and thanked her for her very timely assistance, that is.”

So that was what that call was about! Seven hells, what had Tataru told him? The look on his face was that of a man hiding an extremely exciting secret, and she didn’t know whether to be apprehensive or curious.

Cautiously, she chose the letter. 

“Dare I ask?”

“You can ask all you like,” he grinned, that smile that was so often in turns endearing and infuriating. “Whether you’ll get an answer before I wish to give it remains to be seen.”

Aurelia sighed but felt her lips curve in a smile, some of her humor returning. “Surely cleaning the house was not on your docket for the evening.”

“Of course it wasn’t- but there's really only been a slight change of plans. Once you've had a chance to clean up, you're going to open that gift, and then I’m going to show you how to make proper chocolate-- and how to put it to far more interesting uses than homemade truffles.” Her cheeks felt ablaze with color, and as she watched a mischievous curl crept slowly into his smile. “One good turn deserves another, after all.” 

“Is this where I say ‘happy Valentione’s Day’ or somesuch?”

His lips brushed her cheek.

“It's a start,” he said. "And if it hasn't been happy thus far, I am quite confident I can make it so."

#nero x wol #aurelia laskaris #nero tol scaeva #happy valentione's day! #holds up a sign reading 'i'm sorry it isn't spicy' #i'll post that part in kissing book when it's done #chrysalispen writes

[kaoruyogi]

About Me Monsterpost

Okay, so @ladydracarysao3 and @ma-sulevin tagged me in some memes while I was gone and just after I came back. I’m gonna jam them all in this post, so if you’re interested, it’s under the cut!

Star sign: Scorpio

Height: 5′8″

Time Right Now: 9:00 am on the dot

Last thing you googled: “EVGA GTX 1070 SC vs FTX” (see this post)

Last book you read:  “Worst. Person. Ever.” by Douglas Coupland, though I’ve been reading a lot of novel-length fanfic lately too.

Favorite music artists: Y’cant ask me questions like this!!! I’l just say that lately (past couple weeks) I’ve been listening to a lot of Carla Morrison, Polica, Odesza, and video game OSTs.

Last TV show watched: The very last show I watched before going to bed was “Call the Midwife.” BBC show about midwives in the East End in the late 1950′s. I like it. It’s cute and kinda poignant when it wants to be.

What are you wearing right now: Black yoga pants with a blue striped band, a gray shirt with an “Underwood 2016″ logo (from House of Cards) and my gray/maroon Cullen Templar hoodie. I’m a walking ad for stuff I like.

When did you create this blog: I’ve had the account for years, but my first post was in July 2016.

What kind of stuff do you post: Cullen, mostly. Dragon Age stuff, my fics, music here and there...that pretty much sums it up.

Do you have instagram: Yeeeaaaahhh, but I haven’t posted in years. I was just using it to show my nail art.

Do you have snapchat: Nah. Not my thing.

Do u get asks regularly: Not really. I used to get more, but I’ve hermited for bar prep, and people don’t like that I guess. I’m always happy to answer asks, though.

How did you choose your url: Kaoru was the name of my favorite guitarist in my favorite band in high school, and Yogi was my nickname in high school. I’ve been using this for a looong time.

Gender: Cis female

Favorite color: RAINBOW! Then blues.

Average hours of sleep: Between 4-10 depending on where I am in my work week.

Favorite characters: Cullen Rutherford, Sera, Dorian Pavus, Garrus Vakarian, Nathan Drake, Ellie and Joel...I could go on for days like this.

How many blankets do you sleep with: One on me, one on my husband/over the rest of the bed, one in the middle for the dog.

Dream job: Intellectual property attorney (copyright, I think)

Random: I dunno...I started playing “Horizon: Zero Dawn” last night, and it’s pretty. But I was too sleepy to get really into it. Also it’s kinda tropey, at least in the beginning. 

1. How tall are you? 5′8″

2. What colour and style is your hair? Copper-red

3. What colour are your eyes? Hazel, gray-green-blue on the outside with a copper ring around the pupil

4. Do you wear glasses? Yeah

5. Do you wear braces? Not anymore, but I did when I was 14.

6. What is your fashion sense? T-shirts and yoga pants for home, jeans or jeggings or a dress for going out, a uniform or a rad pant or skirt suit for work.

7. Do you have any siblings? 1

8. What kinda student were/are you? Teacher’s pet all the way through high school. I was high performing student who loved to participate and always wanted to know more. In college, there were some classes I only showed up to if there was a test/quiz, but others I actively participated in (still came out with a good GPA). In law school I was tired, but generally prepared, and I participated a lot. And I graduated with scholastic merit.

9. What is your favourite subject? It was English and History when those were a thing still.

10. Favourite TV shows? Can’t ask me this!!! There are too many.

11. Favourite books? Also too many...I like stuff by Chuck Palahniuk, Douglas Coupland, Neil Gaiman, Janet Fitch, William Shakespeare and dozens of other amazing authors.

12. Favourite pastime? Vidja games, mostly. I’ve been playing some form or another since I was 9 months old and my dad got me a talking parrot game for his new computer.

13. Any regrets? Eh, not really. They’re pointless.

14. What is your dream job? See above in previous meme ^^^

15. Do you want to get married? I am, so...yeah?

16. Do you want kids? How many? Yeah, we want 2.

17. How many countries have you visited? 3-4 (depending on how you count Scotland), but I want to do 3-4 more in one go for our next big vacation

18. What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had? Usually ones where people are being horribly murdered...I have a lot of those. Don’t ask me why because I have no idea.

19. Do you have any enemies? Probably? I’m an oblivious archenemy I think.

20. Do you have a datemate? My husband, I guess?

a - age: 30 b - biggest fear: Failure c - current time: now 9:34 am d - drink you last had: Water; last non-water drink: Hubert’s Mango Lemonade e - every day starts with: Checking my phone f - favorite song: At this very moment? Either “Un Beso” or “Azucar Morena” both by Carla Morrison g - ghosts, are they real: Nah h - hometown: I don’t want people doxing me, so I’m just gonna go with Southern California  i - in love with: My husband (and our dog? XD) j - jealous of: People who own houses and already have babies...and maybe the people who passed the bar the first time. k - killed someone: At work, we have this thing where, if you answer the phone when someone was dead or dying, you “killed” them. So, in that case, sure. But I’ve never actually killed anyone. l - last time you cried: Day before yesterday. I cry a lot. n - number of siblings: 1 o - one wish: That I passed the bar this time so I can move the fuck on already. p - person you last called/texted: @ladydracarysao3 ^_^ q - questions you’re always asked: How’s school/studying? r - reasons to smile: My husband, my parents/sister, my dog, my friends, a nice comment on tumblr or AO3 s - song last sang: "Un Beso” t - time you woke up: 7:34 am u - underwear color: black  v - vacation destination: Next time, The Netherlands, Belgium, and Denmark w - worst habit: Nibbling on things x - x-rays you’ve had: From bottom to top: toes, ankles, entire spine, fingers, neck, head, teeth, and nose. I’ve broken some stuff and had some injuries. XD y - your favorite food: Pasta or salmon sushi...can’t make me pick more specifically than that. z - zodiac sign: Scorpio 

1. Favorite Color? See above ask meme ^^^

2. Favorite Movie? Too hard a question to answer. It probably falls somewhere between 2005  “Pride and Prejudice” and “The Fifth Element.” But who knows?

3. Favorite Music? See above ask meme ^^^

4. Best childhood memory? There are a lot of good ones...the mud fight in the front garden with my little sister, chasing bighorn sheep up the side of a mountain in Alaska, getting chased by a herd of startled elk in Montana, playing video games with my sister and/or my parents, movie nights...I had a pretty good childhood up to a point.

5. What are you most proud of? The life/relationships I’ve built.

6. Left or right handed? Right

7. If you could only keep 5 things, what would they be? My laptop, my phone, my chargers, my dog, and my wallet to buy the rest of that shit back!

8. Most embarrassing moment? Umm...I screamed on the air once while I was talking to units in the field, and about 300-400 people heard me? I dunno, I don’t get embarrassed easily.

9. Your favorite characteristic? A great laugh and great hugs

10. Water, wind, earth or fire? Depends on the day. Sometimes fire, sometimes water, sometimes earth.

HOLY SHIT THAT TOOK ME AN HOUR!!! Okay, if you’ve made it this far, congratulations!!! <3 I’m not gonna tag anyone because that would just be cruel. XD

#ask meme #about me #amanda talks #monsterpost