#Jeni Rambles

[love-in-light]

So, without a long, sad, drawn out story— I don’t “celebrate” the New Year. I don’t really do parties or bars or celebrations for it. Occasionally a friend or two can convince me to be surrounded by people I love and trust.

That said, I do hope that if you do New Years and you look forward to the end of one year and the start of another, I hope it’s beautiful and wild and spectacular for you. I hope you feel amazement and wonder. I hope your wildest dreams come true. I hope that maybe our paths cross. I hope you travel, if that’s your thing. I hope you feel peace. I hope you never let someone else dull your sparkle. I hope you leave behind the things that no longer serve you. I hope you know that your intuition is usually right, even when no one else believes you. I hope you understand that hustle culture isn’t the key to a fulfilling life. I hope you don’t beat yourself up when you take time to rest.

I hope more than anything that life is good and kind to you.

♥️

#Jeni just rambles

[rachel-blue]

October 23rd, 2023.

I may be burying myself in ice cream and knitting as of late, but I feel like there's probably worse things in life.

#project 365 #rambled photographs #jenis ice cream

[that1fangirrl]

Angel-Chapter 1

Training class started how it normally did. Coach Corsi was rambling on about some new technique. Today being, ‘how to drop from any surface and immediately be ready for a battle’. Most students would venture off into pairs, practicing said technique. Unfortunately for students like Jenevieve, whose powers were deemed “useless” in a fight, they were signing their lives away to a new career builder that Dr.Moira thinks will help make mutants seem more “humane to the public eye”. “So, what are you thinking about trying this year Jeni? I heard there’s some openings at that new Morgue down in Manhattan. That's science-y enough for you, right?” Jubilee, one of Jenevieve’s closest friends, asks while opening her bento box and offering up a carrot. “I mean it is, but who wants to spend their entire summer staring into the sweet eyes of death all day? Besides, Charles says I've passed my limit in the science field. Something about wanting me to “branch out and see what else tickles my fancy”. It’s stupid.” She quietly rolls her eyes. “What does that even mean “branching out”? I try new things! He makes me sound like some loser ass turtle.” “You do have a tendency of hiding inside yourself Jeni. You can’t exactly be mad at him for that. It’s his job to look after us as mutants y'know~GASP~ Maybe you could work with me and Ororo at this cute little cafe in Hell’s Kitchen. It’s called “Silk Joy Cafe.” I’ve heard some pretty good reviews and it sounds like a bunch of fun?! Plus, You’ll be with people you know down there.” Jenevieve almost felt bad at how big Jubilee’s eyes had gotten. She wasn’t into the whole “touching people’s food and listening to their depressing lives as they swallowed down their oat milk soy bean lattes with an extra shot of bee pollen”. Having powers that give you a birds eye view into people and random objects’ lives can do that to ya. Although, living an hour away from New Salem and her parents did sound like an absolute dream. Jenevieve propped up her elbow. “ It sounds great, Jubes! Not the bakery part, but maybe I can find a place to intern down there. We can get a nice place close by and I’ll even get free snacks and coffee from you guys. It’s perfect!” Jenevieve gets up and starts making her way to Dr. Moira’s office. “Hey Doc- Oh Hi Professor X! I didn’t know you guys would be in here together.” “Actually Jenevieve, we were just talking about you. You still haven’t picked a place to intern at yet. I was starting to worry. But according to Jubilee, It seems you girls are thinking of traveling to Hell's Kitchen. That sounds quite fun!” Charles starts. “Um, yeah. She was saying there’s a bakery down there that she and Ororo are gonna work at. Do you by any chance know if there’s any available jobs in the area?” “Of course he was listening to our conversation” She says to herself knowing Charles can’t read her mind.  “Actually, I was one step ahead of you. There’s a couple of Law Firms down there and I think that would be a perfect place for you.” Jenevieve looks on timidly. “Law… Firms? That doesn’t exactly sound like something I’d be into sir. Um with all do respect, of course. And wouldn’t I have to interact with mean asshole liars all day? That definitely doesn’t sound like somewhere I’d fit in nor want to be.” “I understand your concerns, but I think this would actually be a perfect opportunity for you, dear. A way of getting out of your comfortable little molecular shell that you cage off into. Maybe it’s time you try something new. Most of them aren't that bad anyway. We’ll find you a nice one like always.” Moira butts in trying to make her feel more comfortable. “Well… I guess I could give it a try. I can’t promise that I’ll love it, but it is something different I guess.” “Then it’s settled! We’ll email you all the information you’ll need and I’ll get you girls a nice place in Manhattan. How does that sound, Jenevieve ?” Charles claps his hands together. “ It sounds great. Uh, thanks… again.” She breathlessly laughs, walking out feeling as defeated as ever.

Author's Note: sooo, I wrote this back in like August, so if there are any mistakes, sorry. The formatting might be weird too cause I write everything in google docs first, but it should be fine. Feedback is always encouraged. Just don't be rude, y'know. Enjoy<3

#matt murdock x oc #daredevil x oc #oc #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #angel

[nepofm]

spotted      at      met      steps    ,   wearing      last      season’s      jimmy      choo      ?      i’d      leave      the      steps      in      the      next     24      hours   before      nepoupdates      catches      them      &      if      it      were      me     ,     i’d      definitely      go      back      to      the     checklist    of      golden      rules     .

jasper  koehl  drew   starkey

tomas   gonzales  froy gutierrez  ,  muse  o

jutharat  ‘jeni’  saengkaew  davika hoorne

hana  anurak   lalisa manobal  ,  muse  t  ,  ace's  wc

drew   starkey.     he/him.     cis   man.      ›      spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   jasper   koehl   most   likely   listening   to   drugs   &   money   (new   mix)   by   chase   atlantic   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty   five   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -imprudent   yet   +suasive   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   dilated   pupils   hidden   beneath   the   frames   of   saint   laurent   sunglasses   ––   even   in   the   dead   of   night   ,   creating   tension   on   every   set   you’re   on   but   never   facing   consequences   for   actions   ,   finding   your   footing   on   a   pathway   swarmed   by   paparazzi   followed   by   mojave  ghost  by  byredo   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   jasper’s   career   on   the   line   after   being   seen   exiting   a   hotel   hand-in-hand   with   taken   actress    . 

froy gutierrez.     he/him.     cis male.      ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   tomas   gonzales   ,   most   likely   listening   to   bad   life   by   omar   apollo   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the  twenty-five   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -elitist   yet   +thoughtful   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   silicon   valley   tech-bros   ,     private   ramblings   about   the   future   during     parties     &   expensive     yet     mismatched     clothing   followed   by   carolina   herrera   ch   prive   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   the     ongoing     fraud   investigation     into     his     father’s     tech     company    ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .  

davika   hoorne.     she/her.     cis   woman.      ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   jutharat   ‘jeni’   saengkaew   ,   most   likely   listening   to   kill   bill   by   sza   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   thirty   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -supercilious   yet   +unadulterated   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   infectious   laughter   overtaking   the   conversation   ,   solo   dates   to   central   park   with   a   bottle   of   chardonnay   and   a   copy   of   vogue   ,   taking   outfit   of   the   day   photos   in   every   mirror   that   she   passes   ,   and   constantly   buying   herself   a   bouquet   of   flowers   to   send   gossipers   spiraling   ,   followed   by   love   is   in   the   air   limited   edition   by   house   of   sillage   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   jeni   having   an   on   and   off   again   affair   with   a   married   man   which   ended   when   she   was   spotted   buying   pregnancy   tests    ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .   

lalisa   manobal.   she/her.   cisfemale.   ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   hana   anurak   ,   most   likely   listening   to   cardigan   by   taylor   swift   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty  five   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -distant   yet   +benevolent   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   a   pearly   white   smile   ,   pearl   necklace   ,   everything   organized   ,   and   girls   whispering   their   jealousy   ,   followed   by   their   honey   scent   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   still   being   a   virgin    ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   . 

#accepted.

[dreamychuu]

chuu, chuu. when i was sweeping today i kinda remembered this yuzuur line and i was thinking that it'd be nice if i can talk abt cleaning supplies w/ him

(tau kan sapu yg ijuknya gampang lepas? trus ada bbrp jenis pel yg sampahnya sering ketinggalan pas dipake ngepel)

i need his wisdom when it comes to cleaning (supplies)

PLSSS YUZURU 😭 , at least the audience like it !!

I write your ramble here (I tought it wad a request) -> ✿

Hope you enjoy it hoshi!!

#chu~talks #hoshi~♡♡ #chu~respond

[jen-iii]

I think Catra was thankful for the biceps, too. Lol

I hope Catra realizes how lucky she is because she already got a beefy jock heart of gold, dumb of ass girlfriend but said girlfriend can ALSO turn into a like 9 ft tall brickhouse that glows rainbows and has a sword and whos love for her literally saved the universe LIKE

#ITS HARD ENOUGH GETTING A GF BUT CATRA GOT GF JACKPOT #spop spoilers #shera spoilers #Anonymous #Jeni Rambles

[askthefamilyoflove]

Are-are you alive?

[ I have been SUPER busy with my final film animation, plus all my class finals that are coming up and my figure drawing final project, I have just been SWAMPED with school work and any and all free time have been spend doing my art finals. so until those are over, I have NO time for updating this blog,

BUT!!!

I will not be taking my winter semester this year (its a shortened one and it doesnt offer the classes i need) so ill be basically free all winter so i shall update then!!!)

#SOON #Anonymous #Jeni Rambles

[jenivi7]

Ask meme time!!

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Polyships! It’s seriously been one of my favorite things in returning to fandom, finding authors that tackle ships with three, four, six characters and I just love it.

More really wild AUs. Like sci-fi, western, space western. The weirder and more surreal the better.

Oh gosh, what else! I don’t even know! I’m returning to fandom after about ten years away so I feel like there’s ten years of amazing content to catch up on. But I guess drawing on the previous two, more rarepairs! @bdeblueyes mentioned Bakura/Jou and my brain went, HMMMMMM. The thing I adore most in ygo in general is how strong the characters are and how each pairing have such a different feel.

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

I was trying to figure out how to random choose a song when I looked down my youtube sidebar and there was House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance. IN MY HEAD THIS IS A KLEPTOSHIPPING SONG (Bakura/Yugi) and it alternates perspectives between them.

Tell me I’m an angel, take this to my grave Tell me I’m a bad man, kick me like a stray

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

Ok, so I didn’t know what I wanted to do for this one until I was in the shower just now and my brain hands me, CYBERPUNK AU. Suddenly I need tech smugglers, street samurai, weird drugs, neon lights, the whole ordeal!  Someone needs to be half cybernetic, someone needs to be smuggling or has stolen important data and it’s locked away inside their brain.  Jou needs to be a sharpshooter with a lazpistol, Seto needs a vibroblade katana, Yugi needs to be headed to a party with RGB implants along his cheekbones and down his arms… OH OH WHEN A STRANGER FORCES DATA INTO HIS BRAIN STORAGE THAT’S NOT ONLY IMPORTANT, IT’S A WHOLE FREAKING PERSON. IT’S ATEM AND HE’S SUPPOSED TO TAKE ATEM… SOMEWHERE BUT NOW EVERYONE’S AFTER HIM AND HE’S JUST A KID WHO WAS TRYING TO GO CLUBBING. Oh no. I have so much work and so many other things to be writing but now I need more of this. Please anyone feel free to add to it or outright steal it!

#ask game #jeni rambles about fandom #ygo

[unicornsandphoenix]

Beat that, Cinderella

Another drarry Cinderella story based off of this post! This time with a modern twist to it!

Written once more (this time actually fitting the prompt) for the absolutely stunningly incredible @drarrymylove (I hope you enjoy!) and once again I would like to send my love to my AMAZING beta, @staganddragon

Read on Ao3 here

Draco stared at the small but bright spirit bobbing in front of him. He opened his mouth, promptly closed it, and squinted.

“So you’re…”

“A fairy godmother. Yes.”

“And you…”

The fairy, Jeni, Draco remembered, rolled her eyes. “Make the wishes of truly innocent repenters come true.”

“And I am one of these?” He said narrowing his eyes.

“Yes.”

“And because of that you want to send me to the annual Ministry Ball? Because that is my wish. To go to a ball. Tonight. Filled with people who hate me.” Before Jeni could cut in, he added, “An ex-Death Eater. In a room full of Aurors.”

Jeni crossed her little arms in a huff, her curls bouncing against her shoulders.  “Draco. Darling. We have been over this. This is literally the third time we have had this conversation over again. Can you just roll with it? Please. Just give it tonight. Until 12 o'clock.” She reminded Draco ever so slightly of Pansy. Well. A lot, really. Had they met? This would not work out in her favor, Draco decided.

“Right,” Draco snorted. “And then what, at 12 I just leave? The fancy disguise you give me eviscerates? Someone pledges their undying love for me?” Draco chuckle stopped short when he had a brief image of Potter flash through his head. He scowled. And then glared for good measure. Stupid tosser would probably just ignore him as he had been doing ever since a few weeks before Draco quit Auror training last Monday. They must have moved him up to special classes, as Draco never saw him around the ministry, and Potter had certainly not made an effort to reach out to him. Not that he should have, a cheery voice reminded him. Several conversations and flirtatious smiles doesn’t actually mean anything. Draco shook himself out of his stupor.

“Actually…” Jeni started, wincing, and Draco leveled her with a flat look. “Well. We’ll apparate you out of there. No matter what is happening. Just as the clock strikes midnight. We’ve had some… issues in the past. Mice and pumpkins, you understand.”

“Great,” Draco mumbled crossing his arms. “Even fairy godmothers aren’t perfect.” Jeni tisked at him. “How did you even get in here?” Darco wondered. “The manor is guarded against magical creatures now.” Draco paled as he sat down on his bed heavily, remembering the last magical creature that had come to his house. “Are the charms failing? What if-”

Jeni landed on his shoulder and started to pet his hair. “No, Sweetie. I’m sorry I scared you. Godmothers aren’t like ordinary magical creatures. Our magic doesn’t register the same.” Draco took a breath and shook the dark thoughts from his head.

Draco chanced a glace out to his desk. Atop sat a horrifically boring book his mother had been pleading with him to read. He took a slow turn of the room, begging for something to stick out to him, but if he was being honest with himself, he supposed he had nothing better to do. Not that his time wasn’t important. And he had plenty of people to talk to of course. It was just that. Well. His parents were in Paris, and who knows where Blaise and Pansy had fucked off to. Draco had his money on Spain for Blaise and Italy for Pansy. Plus maybe this way he could find a way to talk to Potter again, without him ignoring Draco. It was a masked ball afterall. He pursed his lips, a wrinkle forming between his eyes. Ugh. Potter would probably dress up as a lion, that gryffindor. With his stupid hair and his stupid smile and his stupid penchant for talking to all the hot quidditch stars while he was in the middle of training  and right in front of him- He cleared his throat. “You aren’t going to leave until I agree, are you?” He said, defeated.

Jeni snorted softly on his shoulder and tugged on his hair. “Now you’re getting it. Let’s get you ready!”

Draco’s eyes widened. “What, now? The ball is four hours away! It’s still light outside, for Merlin's sake!” Draco said, flinging his arm to gesture at the window, upending the small fairy forcing her to flutter away.

“You may be right, but this is a long process!” Jeni was insistent, flying up in front of his face and backing him into an armchair. “Plus,” she added, snapping her fingers in a manner that would have made any rich pureblood impressed. A piece of rolled parchment appeared and conveniently floated over to Draco. “You have liability waivers to sign.” The moment Draco took the parchment, it unrolled and spilled across the floor.

“Salazar’s balls!” Draco moaned, already feeling sorry for himself. He grumpily added on, “This better be worth it.” Jeni just smiled and conjured a quill.

~~~~

Draco pulled nervously at his stiff collar outside the ballroom doors. He was nervous. Jeni had poked and prodded him nonstop for what felt like ages, the four hours flying by and an extra half hour used just for glamours, which Draco had insisted upon as to not be recognized. Jeni had rolled her eyes again, smacked him on the head, and then begrudgingly cast some hair coloring charms and the slightest glamour to his face. It was good enough, Draco supposed. No one was going to expect him to come to the ball anyways, and without his hair Draco thought he looked unrecognizable. But he had to give her props. He looked good. His hair was now rich colors of auburn, that brought out some color in his cheeks. His face looked good, not as good as his normal face, but still, Draco supposed, good. And the clothes.

Oh Merlin, Draco hoped somewhere in that contract (which was all hippogriff’s shit from what draco could tell- “contractee will not light the fairy on fire”, “contractee will not perform the macarena while drunk and naked on a balcony”, “contractee will not publicly declare their love for any orange muggle politician”, “contractee will not buy a plane ticket for a midnight flight and then jump out of the plane with no safety gear a minute until midnight”- I mean really, Draco thought, has anyone actually done any of this? Did they have no self respect?) it stated that he would get to keep these clothes. They were absolutely magnificent. Stiff and white on the top, they flowed out to the floor in silvery terraces. The collar was high, and yet dipped in in the front to show off Draco’s chest bones and a hint of his chest itself. Silver detailing, with hints of Draco’s favorite shade of green, crossed the expanse of the fabric, small dragons Draco had been pleased to take note of moved constantly to form ever changing and ever beautiful patterns. It was form fitting, and yet, not constricting. The best feature, Draco thought, was that it made his ass look like two plump apples, ripe for eating. The entire ensemble was finished off with a mask of a dragon that seemed to be made of pure silver with brilliant green emeralds embedded into it. It was entirely fitting of a Malfoy, and Draco was in love.

Suddenly, the doors in front of him opened, and a laughing couple fell out, almost on top of him. He sidestepped them with a sneer and made his way into the ballroom.

Lights were strung up from wall to wall, covering the ceilings. A live band played on the stage to the back of the room, and all around Draco could see people talking with on another. Smiles on their faces. No one stared at him when he walked through. Well, apart from a few glanceovers and appreciative  winks. Draco smirked back at them, but he was saving his wink for someone else.

“Hullo,” a rich voice said from behind him. Draco turned, and almost kept turning right around. The face might have been glamoured, Draco thought, but he would recognize that unruly mop of hair anywhere. If not for that, the eyes would have been a dead give away. Even the absence of the scar could not take away Potter’s earnest and casually commanding presence.

Potter was dressed to the nines, and Draco had to give him props. Or at least props to Granger. There was no chance Potter could have dressed himself for this occasion. He was not a lion, but instead a stag. The outfit looked to be a version of muggle clothing, a sharp black suit, though there was moving golden details on the collar and wrists that glinted everytime the light hit them. His glamoured face was hidden behind a black and gold mask, sleek and elegant, antlers coming out from either side in a majestic sweep. His hair, Draco supposed he could do nothing about, though it did look softer, smoother. Draco could see himself running his fingers through it, gripping on to it, tugging...  Draco was staring.

“Hullo,” he replied. Draco didn’t like the smirk that appeared on Potter’s face. What was he thinking?

Potter held out his hand, and Draco, trying not to see the moment as momentous as it felt, grasped it, but Potter didn’t let him go. “I’m Roonil, but you can just call me Roo. What’s your name?” Potter asked, his eyes never leaving Draco for a second. Draco’s eyes narrowed. What kind of name was Potter playing at?

“Drac- Drake. My name is Drake,” Draco was struggling. He had wanted to confront Potter, but why was his heart beating so damn loud? Also, something was suspicious in the way he was acting.

“Thats funny,” Potter said his eyes sparkling in amusement it sounds a lot like Dr-”

“Do you want to dance?” Draco blurted, afraid at what was about to come out of Potter’s mouth next.

Potter smiled, a real smile where the corners of his eyes grew wrinkles, and tugged on Draco’s hand, leading him onto the dance floor. How long had his hand been clutching Harry’s? Had Harry noticed how strange he was acting?

Harry yanked him towards himself and settled one hand on his back, pulling him in close. Merlin, since when had Draco started to call him Harry in his head? And why was he so out of breath?

Potter lowered his lips to Draco’s ear. “Full disclosure,” he whispered, making Draco shiver involuntarily. “I don’t actually know how to dance.”

Draco covered a snort with a faux huff of disappointment as his confidence rose back up. “Well, then. In that case, I suppose I will just have to lead you,” and he swirled a laughing Harry away.

~~~

Hours later had Draco panting for breaths as Harry lowered his head to Draco’s shoulder.

“I cannot believe you said that to them!” He cried laughing.

“I did! I was fed up! Why should I have had to obliviate the poor man if I could just convince him about the aliens!” Harry said, leaning back from Draco and gesturing wildly before, sinking down into the bench they were sitting on outside the ballroom.

“But Harry,” Draco said, clutching his stomach in laughter. “This poor man quit his job to hunt spaceships!”

Draco was so caught up in his joy, he failed to notice Harry had stopped laughing, and had started staring at him quite curiously.

“You said my name,” Harry stated, perhaps with a hint of wryness. “You know who I am.”

“I, uh, you-” Draco had nothing. Dammit. And the night was going so well! He had had Harry in his clutches- To do what with him, Draco? He thought suddenly. To laugh with him? To get him to smile at you like he has been doing? Is this not what you wanted all along? And now you have him. He doesn’t hate you for what you did. He doesn’t even know who you are. You are free. “Yes,” Draco sighed and pulled back a little. “I do know who you are.” Harry frowned slightly in consideration. “A massive prat! Who would have thought that the poster boy for the Ministry Auror Program commits crimes and convinces Muggles of nonsense in his spare time!”

Harry chuckled, seemingly relieved. “Didn’t you hear? I quit about a month ago-”

“You QUIT?” Draco interrupted. His mind was racing. Maybe Harry hadn’t meant to ignore him, maybe it was all a misun-

“Why, Drake, you seemed scandalized!” Draco quickly collected his thoughts and shoved them away for another time.

“No,” he sniffed. “Not at all. You merely caught me off guard.”

Harry smirked. “I’m sure. Anyways, Drac- Drake. I- Well. I wanted to know if maybe you would like to get dinner with me sometime this week?” Harry looked up at him through his lashes. “It’s been a while since I had this much fun with anyone.”

Draco’s heart thumped. Salazar, this is it! He thought. “I would love that, Harry, I really would. But I’m afraid that I have two conditions that must be seen to first.”

Harry was beaming at him. Well, really he was rolling his eyes, but the smile was important, Draco was sure. “Let’s see what I can do,” Harry said.

Draco nodded, scooting closer on the bench, reaching across Harry to cage him in, and leaning in close. “Well first,” He said, breathing softly and closing the distance inch by inch to Harry’s mouth with his. “I need to check the merchandise, of course.” He was so close, he could see the freckles in Harry’s green eyes. They rather matched his outfit, Draco thought distractedly, watching Harry taking his own eyes with what seemed to be wonder.

“But only of course,” Harry whispered inching impossibly closer and bringing his arms up to hold Draco close to him. They closed their eyes as noses nudged noses.

“Harry,” Draco whimpered. He felt a pulling sensation in his gut and then he was flying.

Harry’s lips touched his and- wait. Were lips supposed to feel this rough? Was Harry squeaking? Surely Draco wasn’t that bad of a kisser. His eyes flew open and he spit out hair. “What the fuck!” He cried out, turning wildly around his bedroom. A wet ball of light flew in front of him, crossing her arms.

“I won’t expect an apology from you-” Draco started to reply, but held his tongue in shock when the fairy turned away from him and just held up a hand. “I don’t want to hear it.” Jeni shivered and quickly muttered a quick charm to dry and clean her hair, which returned to the bouncing curls. She looked down to examine her nails. “I hope you had a good time-”

“Would have been more fun if I hadn’t been pulled away,” Draco muttered darkly. But the fairy godmother just continued to speak as if he wasn’t even there, flexing her fingers out in front of her.

“And I hope that you don’t mind that we need to take away your clothes-” Draco let out a squawk as his clothes disappeared, replaced by a bathrobe (which, Draco would have liked to point out, was entirely too short, only barely covering what it needed to). “And please be aware that the glamour will stay in place until you decide to end it manually with a wand.” A loud bang made Draco jump, but the fairy only looked up from her nails. “Oh! I bet that’s him!”

“Who’s-” Draco started, but the fairy just popped out of existence. This was just going too fast for Draco. He heard muffled yelling from the front of the manor, where the door was creaking under the ferocious pounding. An impressive feat, as the door was larger than twice Hagrid’s height. “Alright! I’m coming!” He called out running down the hallway frazzled, confused, and still dazed after his almost kiss with Harry. “Merlin, will you stop!” He said, unlocking and throwing open the door. “Harry!” He said, shocked. Harry’s glamour was gone and he was holding his mask tightly in his fist, his hair looking as if he had run his fingers through it more than usual. How it could have gotten so messy in the span of only a few minutes, Draco could not say. He supposed Harry couldn’t say either. “What are you- how did you-” Harry knocked past him into the hallway before he rounded on him, but not without first glancing down at Draco’s bathrobe, or more specifically, his long, lean legs. It took a few seconds before Harry shook his head.

“What the fuck, Malfoy! You don’t just apparate away in the middle of-”

“I was forcefully apparated away, actually,” Draco interjected.

Harry just continued. “Were you just toying with me? What this all a large joke-”

Draco started. “Fuck no, Potter! I was literally dragged away- against my will- at midnight- wait hold on. Did you just say my name? Do you know who I am?”

Harry snorted, and moved down the hall, peaking into archways and doorways until he found one with sofas. He twitched his wand in the direction of the fireplace, which instantaneously lit up with a roaring fire. In turn, Draco, who had frantically moved to follow him after pushing the front door shut, felt his other wand twitch in response to the display of powerful wordless magic. At least the bathrobe was roomy.

“Well?” Draco demanded, crossing his arms and tapping his foot at Harry, who had sprawled on one end of the sofas in a huff. Harry scoffed.

“Really, Draco,” Harry said with a snort. Draco’s breath caught at the use of his name. But then he supposed, coming to the Manner had been a pretty sure give away. “Did you think you could get away with just casting a half-arsed glamour on your face and changing your hair color? Did you think I wouldn’t recognize that haughty sneer of yours or the way you held yourself? You even recognized me through my glamour!”

“Well,” Draco sniffed, sitting carefully on the edge of the sofa. “Your glamour was crap.” He shifted, hunching in on himself.  Softly, he continued. “And I was going to tell you. That was going to be part of the second condition. That we would accept the other without the glamours, or no deal.”

Harry chuckled fondly, but exasperatedly. “I’m still mad at you, you know,” he said with a small smile. Draco frowned, shifting a little closer and angling his body towards Harry’s. “Why did you leave?” Harry’s eyes found his, and Draco could see how vulnerable he was in this moment. “Jesus, Draco, I was really worried there for a minute,” Harry said, hands coming up hesitantly to hold Draco’s face, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs. Draco breathed in. Draco breathed out. And then told him the whole story from the very beginning, which seemed to have started days ago and not just earlier that day.

“What,” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “And it just so happened to strike midnight what was supposed to be the best kiss I’ve had in awhile-”

He froze, and Draco grew a smirk. “Oh, well then, in that case, Potter, I suppose I will have to make it up to you. Draco moved forward only to stop with a whine as Harry held up a hand to stop him. “What now?” He said against Harry’s fingers.

“If this is going to happen, I want it to be as Harry and Draco, with no glamours in the way. You have conditions to be met.” Draco’s breath caught, and his heart melted. “How else will I know you haven’t grown a mustache or gone hideous?” Draco scowled and Harry preformed another wordless spell to remove first the glamours on his hair, and then the one on his face, before he casually dropped his wand into the sofa to be able to continue to hold Draco’s face. Harry seemed enthralled. Draco was not amused.

“Shut it, Potter,” he said, even as he ran his hands through Harry’s soft hair.

“Harry,” Harry replied grinning, returning the motion in kind.

Draco smiled. “Harry. Shut it, Harry.” And finally, their lips touched.

Jeni watched them move into each other from her place on the windowsill, tickled with happiness. As apprehensive as she had been for combining the two assignments, both feeling guilty and both deserving forgiveness, she could not have asked for a better turnout. “Beat that, Cinderella,” she said, and promptly popped away.

#not a plot twist but harry prefers Draco's platinum hair the best #and draco just likes harry the best #the end #and they lived happily ever after #all my followers are amazing and i CANNOT believe that people like my writing still #but i am ridiculously grateful for it #and ridiculously happy #anyways #I hope you like it Jeni! #you deserve all the good writing #drarry #cinderella style #drarry fic #fanfiction #drabble #phia writes #phia rambles #drarry squad #fic #fanfic

[drarrymylove]

I’ve noticed a thing: non-native English speakers writing out these huge posts full of idioms and proper grammar and better spelling than most English only speakers…and then saying “sorry for my English, it’s not my first language” or something very similar

i’m like? y’all know y’all got this, right? everything i just read was perfect. i never would have known had you not mentioned it 

#jeni hasn't slept #rambling. and sorry about it #i mean. i'm still gonna post it

[moldisgoodforyou]

you'd come with me?

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lol this picture just makes me laugh we love a mich ultra man

“How much longer?”

“Just a few…” Sophie answered Rafe absentmindedly, biting her bottom lip in concentration as she typed.

They’d assumed their usual positions while studying in her room - she was sprawled out on her bed, while he sat at her desk, concentrating on whatever homework he had for the day. She’d banned him from the bed during study time, much to his dismay, claiming he was far too distracting. (He still got away with distracting her half the time anyways, slinking over and tucking his large frame into her side like a dog that had overgrown its owner’s lap years ago.)

“Rafe?” She broke the silence after a while, punctuating her sentence with a firm shut of her laptop.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I just applied for a grad program.” She told him nervously, unsure of what his reaction might be.

He shrugged, not turning his attention to her. “Okay? I thought you applied to Ohio State’s, you’re basically in already.”

“Well, yeah. But, um - can you look at me, please?” Sophie bit at her bottom lip, anxious.

He glanced up and finally noticed her nervous energy, then came over to sit next to her on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just big news. Maybe. I don’t even know if I have news yet, really -”

“Spit it out, Soph.” He nudged his knee against hers, concerned.

She nodded, taking a breath. “Okay. I applied to three other places, too. Two are in New York, one’s in Texas. And I know, I should have told you, but I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to do it in the first place, I kind of applied on a whim - well, I’ve been perfecting the application essay for weeks, but -”

“Soph, hey, it’s okay.” He cut off her rambling and a broad grin spread across his face, completely surprising her. “New York and Texas, for real?”

She raised her eyebrows and fidgeted with her ring, glancing at him worriedly. “That doesn’t worry you at all? That we’d be apart?”

She’d thought about how to tell him, when to tell him, for weeks now. She’d been hiding that she was interested in applying to other schools since June and though she felt incredibly guilty, she kept thinking back to long distance and how sad he seemed sometimes. She couldn’t break him with the news again so soon, not when she saw the way he lit up when they were together again and how content he was. Not when she saw how hard it was for her to support him from thousands of miles away, knowing physical touch was a big thing he relied on for comfort in their relationship.

He interrupted her train of thought as he took her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Sophie, baby, do you know how many jobs are in New York and Texas?”

“Wait, you’d come with me?” She stuck her bottom lip out a little, overwhelmed and almost near tears at his response.

“I was planning on following you no matter what.” Rafe smiled encouragingly, reaching out and stroking his thumb over her cheek. “If you’ll have me.”

“Oh.” She said softly, growing shy. “You’re sure? You could go wherever you wanted, I don’t want to hold you back -”

“Hey, hey, none of that. Where’d you apply, when do you hear back?”

“You’re sure this isn’t an issue.” She asked warily, not wanting to undermine his feelings.

“I’m positive.” He gave her a proud grin. “What schools?”

“Okay, um. Columbia -”

He let out a long low whistle, nodding. “Impressive.”

She blushed, finally grinning back. “Hush. Columbia, Syracuse and UT Austin. Isobel already got into Syracuse. Columbia’s my top choice, but that’ll probably never happen.”

“Of course it’ll happen, get out of your head.” He leaned down and kissed her, smiling against her lips. “Look at you, big shot, applying for an Ivy.”

She relaxed, her hands trailing along the hem of his shirt, and ducked her head to hide her grin. “Stop. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is that big of a deal. When do you find out?” He shifted to lay down by her, then tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Um…not for a couple months, I think. You’ll really follow me?”

“Course I will, if you’ll have me.” He nodded earnestly.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” She beamed, nudging her nose against his. “You’re my favorite.”

“Love you too.” He responded. “Wait, did you just apply? Like right now?”

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. “Just finished my Columbia essay, I did the rest last week. Now I wait.”

He smoothed his thumb over her cheek, making her relax again. “You’re so damn smart. Should we go celebrate?” Rafe gave her a cheeky grin. “Double scoop with sprinkles?”

She rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t have the same effect now that you get it for free.” As a part of his internship program, he’d received a punch card for 25 free visits to Jeni’s, their favorite ice cream shop - they’d hardly made a dent in it since returning to school.

“No, I pay extra for the sprinkles and your waffle cone.” His grin gave way to a slow smirk and he kissed her neck, sucking gently for a moment. “We could celebrate other ways…”

“Wait, no, I actually do want the ice cream.” She pulled away before he could leave a mark, giving him a warning glance. “I gotta make up for what I missed over summer.”

He laughed, getting up and offering his hand. “Alright. C’mon, genius. Jeni’s is waiting for you.”

She took his hand, but didn’t stand. “Wait, Rafe. You’re sure, this is okay with you? I know you have your job lined up and all…”

Rafe paused, shrugging. “Yeah, well. Uh, Brooklyn got the job offer too, she’s already accepted it. So I wasn’t too psyched about it anyways.”

“Oh.” She nodded, thoughtful. “Have you been to New York? Or Austin?”

“I have. You haven’t? You want to go visit when you get in, so you can make your final decision?” He tugged on her hand, pulling her up into a hug and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Not sure I could afford that.” She mumbled, resting her head on his chest.

“Man, too bad you don’t have a boyfriend with money to pay for those trips.” He hooked a finger under her chin, tilted it up so he could look her in the eyes and see her scowl. “If you want to visit, we’ll go. Easy weekend trip.”

“Right.” Sophie nodded, unsure. “Maybe. I’m not even sure I’ll get in, I’ll probably be stuck here in Columbus for another year anyways.”

“Hey. Stop talking like that. You’ll help me look for jobs in New York and Texas, right?”

“Of course I will.” She confirmed. “You know, we could probably find something related to film in New York…”

He scoffed and looped his arm around her shoulders, steering her out of her room and down the stairs. “I think my dad might write me out of his will if I did anything adjacent to the film industry. Waste of my time, he says.”

She frowned, letting him usher her out to the car. “Maybe you should go talk with the career counselors, see if there’s options to combine both. You’re good at marketing too, maybe there’s something there?”

“Not sure. Haven’t really thought about any of that.” He dismissed her quickly, feeling uneasy like he did any time he thought about his future outside of school.

Sometimes he realized he was really good at absorbing other people’s interests, like he was able to always match his personality into a perfect mold to other people’s expectations. With Colin and James, and now Sophie, he was able to let his guard down a little and figure out who he was, who he wanted to be beyond his father’s expectations. He felt like he was thinking about this ten years too late - eleven year old Rafe had always written his ‘dream job’ in school as working for his dad. Now he was about to graduate, set to get a job, and wasn’t even sure if he could list his hobbies outside of hanging out with Sophie and his friends, and watching movies.

“Look, I just...I don’t want you to lose sight of what you’re actually interested in just because you need a job. You don’t have to hate your job.” She told him, carefully.

“I know.” He nodded, shutting down the conversation. “Today’s not about me, though, we gotta celebrate you, hotshot over here.” He grinned at her, leaning over to kiss her quick across the seat. “I think they have the chocolate cake back in stock, I’ve missed it.”

She picked up on his hesitation, but didn’t push it. “You’re such a creature of habit.”

“No, you’re just a psychopath picking a different flavor every time.” He shook his head as he reached his hand to rest behind her seat, turning around to back up. “Good thing I love you anyways, smart girl.”

“Love you too, sweet boy.” She replied with a smile.

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[rachel-blue]

August 21st, 2023.

Did I need ice cream? No. But also yes.

#project 365 #rambled photographs #jenis ice cream

[spoocyshrub]

[Uncommon Headcanons Meme] #30, 31 and 32 [for Mama Jeni, Baron Sammdei, and Jobb] ((YEET))

OOOOOH BOY HOWDY YOU MAKE ME SMILE TONIGHT! THANK YOU FOR HUMORING ME! I AM VERY HAPPY TO START DISHING STUFF BOUT THESE THREE

30. What were your muse’s childhood friends like?

Mama Jeni was the strange child that always manage to either terrify the other kids, or fascinate them. Like asking if they wanted to pet a Ratz or lizard. She didn't have very many friends, She only really had animals. Even as she got up in her years. People still don't tend to trust her and have no desire to be social. She's a loner but not by choice. She'd love to have friends and family to surround herself with. she just doesn't.

Baron Sammdei never had friends. He had minions. Servants. Slaves. All that serve a purpose some way or another. even if that purpose was to provide companionship. While he doesn't use the term friend. He holds an unusual amount of tolerance for Jobb despite how brutally he has tortured to poor Mudokon. Some wonder if the Baron's grown soft after that because Jobb's too warped to abandon him and DOES try to be his friend and companion.

Jobb had a very normal childhood, even if most of his tribe had to scatter since the Bonewerks came to take over Necrum. The children he was able to interact with were close friends with him. When he hit adolescence, say about 13-14 years old, Baron bought the boy from his father. He offered him moolah to live comfortably for the rest of his life and made the promise that Jobb would be taken care of and he could visit. Jobb never saw his father or friends again. Jobb was told they abandoned him. Rumor around the citadel is Sammdei had his father disposed of long ago. Along with the friends. So they would never come back for him.

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31. Does your muse have a favorite book from their childhood?

Mama Jeni's favorite book that she still keeps reading to this day is an old scripture from years ago that details the legend of a Deity that is the living embodiment of chaos and your inner trauma give personification. Most Mudokons that have heard of this scripture say it's a common horror story you tell Mudokon children so they behave themselves or uneducated ex-slaves to scare them. She seems to really enjoy that book for some strange reason and reads it all the time.

Baron Sammdei has always been fascinated with books around occult themes. Such as the various types and practices of Glukkon Alchemy, Lore of the various spirits and deities, then he has fascination for vykker medical studies. he used what he learned from the vykker texts to further his own goals, one of them had to do with something he did to Jobb. ((I cannot reveal what that is just yet.))

Jobb didn't have books really but enjoyed hearing the various stories from the Mudokons that made their way to Necrum to go mining for bones. Their backgrounds. How they got their jobs, and their hopes to one day earn a vacation, or their freedom. Now in his older years. he sees those stories as nothing but hopeless fairytale ramblings. Mudokons have always been born to work and serve under other parties. Be it the glukkons, or their breeder queens. They have always been born slaves. Even natives who are born to serve a queen. or the females that were raised to fulfill a duty that some did not want to.

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32. Does your muse journal, have a diary, bullet journal, etc.?

Mama Jeni does not keep a journal like most people do. She is a type to keep notes on everything. She will write pages about certain events to sort of Chronologize events. Like a personal historian. She keeps these history books herself.

Baron Sammdei's... strange. He kind of leaves pages for Jobb to find and read. Written in the formate of a diary page or a personal memo that gives hints to what needs to be done around the citadel. Jobb follows them to the letter. He kind of conditioned him for that. It's a little game he plays with the Mudokon Servent.

Jobb does keep a diary. Most of the Pages are general things you find like how his day was and commentary over things. There are a few pages that start off normal and just become unhinged as he continues to write...then there are some that are just literal cries for help. torn up, ink blots everywhere, tear and blood stains.

He hasn't had one of those entries in years. since the last one, it's been really disturbing amounts of praise for his life, his love to serve his baron, and even mocking Abe over his hopeless mindset that Mudokons would ever be free. "It is not what we were created for!"

#Ask About Mama Jeni #Ask about Baron Sammdei #Ask About Jobb #Brassclaws of oddworld #((I don't get very many asks for Jeni anymore)) #((and this is the first one directed at both Sammdei and Jobb)) #((for those reading)) #((You absolutely can send in asks or questions directed at not only Jeni)) #((But the asshole squad Sammdei and Jobb)) #((critter you're going to make me cry)) #((I'm really happy to get some asks for these guys))

[bloodydamnit]

hey, random question from your local rr fan! which of the creators first had the idea for the fic, and how were the other creators fit into the creative process? how did you decide who would be doing what, and how did the band of creators even form in the first place?? i'm super curious and super excited to read the update!! and also, thanks to all four of you to writing this beast of a fic in the first place!!

Hi there! First of all, thank you so so so much!!!!!!!!! That really means a lot to all of us T^T

So! That’s a good question. I originally had the idea, because I’m obsessed with true crime podcasts. But it was just that. Literally. Ask any of the other creators, I go on mile-long tangents about ideas that I will literally never do. But then it just grew?? Like. We plotted it out and I totally thought it was just going to be something we threw away, but then it got bigger and @seabearthirteen really fucking committed. She started listening to some podcasts for ideas and setting us up with a solid outline and spreadsheets, etc. She wrote the first episode of the podcast and then we sort of... fell into a rhythm, following that lead???

@jtmann182 (Jeni) helped write the first podcast and I started writing the outside stuff. And Jeni and i quickly realized that our styles are very similar and we complement each other to the point that its like. kind of scary LOL. 

So all of us plan the chapters and plot the story. We get in depth with lines and dialogue, situations, etc. Then, Jeni takes the outline we’ve created and writes the full chapter (YES. GO SEND HER SOME LOVE. ALL THOSE MOMENTS ARE THANKS TO HER. LITERALLY. ALL I DO IS MAKE EM HELLA DRAMATIC AND WORDY. SO PLEASE. GO FILL UP HER INBOX WITH LOVE. LIKE FUCK), while I write the podcast. All the while, @seabearthirteen and @fuckyeahdisreputablekibeth follow and edit and add things as she goes. When she’s done, i then go in and start the rewrite. Which is pretty much just expanding on what Jeni’s already written, blabbing, adding unnecessary pretty words etc. The chapters usually end up doubling by the end, purely because I ramble and Jeni is sweet and straight to the point. 

While I’m rewriting, everyone else tends to follow my progress and edit as I write - because our chapters end up being really fucking long and I’m a last minute, procrastinating bitch. So we’re usually down to the wire lololol. 

But yeah??? So we’ve found ourselves a good process, I think. I make all the art and manage the website itself - but all with their input. And then the asks are divvied up between us. @jtmann182 is our Andrew and FUCK what a fucking Andrew she is, holy shit. She also manages and updates Andrew’s twitter. I tend to take control of Seth and Allison (hence that line in that one chapter :3) and everyone plays around with Dan and Renee! 

I think that’s everything? It seems really confusing, but its become a natural flow for all of us, I think - working off each others strengths and being there for each others weaknesses. This has honestly been the smoothest co-writing process that I’ve ever been involved in. 

Thank you for this question!I hope I’ve answered it properly lololol. 

#red rabbits pod #process #aftg #fic writing #co-writing #Anonymous

[secret143m]

Chapter 1: An unexpected encounter Part 2

A yelp escaped her mouth as she felt herself fall. She was ready for the new and horrible pain that she knew would come once she would reach the ground, as she had been perched high in the tree. But the pain wasn't as bad as she had thought.

When she opened her teary eyes, she almost screamed as she was faced with the face of the girl. She had caught her just before she had reached the ground. Rosa wanted to pull away from the girl but she was frozen in fear. She stayed silent, eyes wide and scared as the other girl put her down gently. She sat next to her, a worried expression on her face, one that Rosa had never seen on anyone she had came across ever since she started wandering.

"Are you alright? That was a nasty fall there." She asked, voice full of concern.

Rosa couldn't say anything, her breathing still much too quick and heavy. The tears that she had been trying desperately to stop from falling were now rolling down her cheeks. She couldn't think of anything. She was certain, in her mind, that she was done. They had found her and she would have to pay the price for running away from them. Her newfound freedom was going to be taken away from her again.

"Please. You have to calm down. It's okay. I won't hurt you. Please. Just breath, okay?" The girl said, gently putting a hand on Rosa's shoulder to get her attention again.

Rosa immediately pushed the hand away, scrambling away from her and shaking her head. The fears were driving her crazy. She tried to resonate with herself, trying to convinced herself that the girl didn't seem to be dangerous and seemed to be trying to help her, but the fear was too great, making it impossible for her to get a grip of herself.

"No, no! I'm not here to hurt you! Please don't be so scared!" She pleaded as she watched Rosa scrambling away from her. "I'm just lost. I promise. I'm not a bad person. I'm not dangerous. I promise. Please. Calm down."

Her pleading voice, full of concern for Rosa and her watering eyes, seemed to finally draw Rosa back to her senses. She sat up, bringing her legs close to her chest again and hugging them close as she closed her eyes and tried to breath again.

When she was able to breath again, she opened her eyes to look up at the other girl, still sitting in front of her with a concerned expression. Rosa rubbed her eyes quickly, trying to wipe away the tears that were still pooling her eyes. Her body was still shaking quite violently.

"I'm sorry if I scared you." The other apologized gently, giving her a small, gentle, smile.

"It's nothing." Rosa mumbled, turning her head away from the girl. She felt a little childish but she couldn't help herself, she hated people seeing her cry, she hated crying, and she hated being in the company of others. And it wasn't like she had just seen her crying, she had seen her at her weakest, freaking out and unable to do anything. "What do you want anyway?"

"I- I just got lost." She replied a little embarrassed now. "I thought maybe you could help me. I went to see some of my family in a town farther south. I was supposed to go home today but I got lost when I started to look at the flowers and now I don't know what to do. You see, I'm not prepared for a night in the woods and I don't know what to do since I can't remember where I'm supposed to go."

Rosa glanced at her quietly. She quickly put her hood back over her head when she noticed it wasn't and that the other girl was looking her way.

She didn't like it. She didn't like that she had to do that, but she couldn't just let that poor girl, that didn't seemed to be aware of the danger of being alone in the wood, even more at night time, stay alone with no knowledge of how to survive and find her way back. She sighed heavily.

"Fine." She mumbled again. "You can stay with me tonight and I'll help you find you way back tomorrow."

"Really?" The other perked up. "You'll help me?"

Rosa nodded silently, still not looking at her.

"Oh! Thank you so much!" She continued, jumping to her feet and clasping her hands together in delight.

Rosa didn't say anything, instead she stood up, not without any trouble but she managed, and she limped awkwardly towards the fire. She heard the other gasped behind her.

"Oh! You're hurt!" She exclaimed a little too loud, making Rosa flinched at the sound. She quickly put her hands over her mouth when she realized and apologized. "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing." Rosa repeated, sighing. "I'm not hurt, it's always like that. Don't worry about it." She explained quietly, sitting by the fire again.

"Always?" She seemed concerned, though why Rosa didn't know.

"It's nothing to worry about!" Rosa snapped, looking sharply at her before she realized and sighed again, turning her attention back to the fire and hiding in her hoodie. "Sorry. It's just an old injury that didn't heal right. There's nothing we can do about it. It's like that. That's all."

"Oh." was all the other could say.

There was silence between them for a while as the girl came to sit by the fire. The silence was cut off, however, when Rosa's stomach started to growl, reminding her that she hadn't eaten anything since that same morning. She blushed, burying her face in her knees out of embarrassment. Maybe she should have tried to fish before sitting by the fire earlier.

"Here." The other said, handing her a small sandwich wrapped in a handkerchief with small roses embroidered all around it. "I made myself some sandwiches before going this morning but I wasn't hungry enough to eat all of it." She explained at Rosa's confused look. "You can have it."

"Why don't you eat it now?" Rosa asked, glancing at her with some mistrust in her blue eyes. "Why would you give it to me?"

"Because I'm not hungry." She replied simply, giving Rosa a big and bright smile. "And you seem like you need something to eat more than me. I'd be happy if you could accept it. You can consider it as my way of thanking you for your help and as an apology for scaring you."

Rosa looked taken aback by her bright smile. She had never seen anyone smile like that before. The only smiles she had ever seen were, or sad and fake, or mischievous and cruel. She thought for a moment, but hesitantly, she reached out to grab the sandwich. She paused one last time before taking it to look at her and be sure that it really was alright. Once the other nodded encouragingly, she grabbed it and slowly started to eat it.

She hadn't eaten anything like it in forever, she couldn't even remember the last time she had eaten anything other then soup, stew and fish. She was almost brought back to tears by the simple fact of eating this sandwich and by the kindness of that other girl. How could anyone be so kind?

"Do you like it?" The girl asked, she seemed a little nervous as she watched Rosa eat.

Rosa nodded, avoiding her eyes. Once she was done, she quietly thanked her, glancing at her when this one made a delighted noise. She seemed so happy that Rosa had enjoyed her food, it was a very odd reaction to the vagabond girl.

"Oh!" The girl suddenly exclaimed, seeming to realize something. "I don't think I presented myself to you. My name is Jenefer but everyone calls me Jen or Jeny." She beamed presenting her hand to Rosa for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you Jenefer." Rosa forced herself to reply, shaking her hand politely.

Jenefer seemed a little surprised at her formal tone and looked like she wanted to hear more. Rosa knew that she was waiting for her to say her own name to her but she stayed quiet, not sure yet if she should trust her or not. Jenefer seemed to understand, letting go of the subject of her name to start talking about her.

As Rosa listened to her rambling, she took a better look at the girl. Jenefer was well dressed, she was wearing a bright pink dress, with a dark pink belt, on top of a cream turtleneck sweater and light gray pants. She had a headband of the same color of her belt in her light brown hair. She was wearing dark brown boots as well, though darker than Rosa. This one surprised herself thinking that the closes suited her perfectly and that she looked really nice in it. It was really colorful but not enough to be troublesome. It reflected well with her kindness so far.

Jenefer was a really kind person as far as she could tell. She seemed really happy to be helping other when she could and seemed to really be enjoying her time with Rosa despite her not having been really responsive so far. She was explaining her situation with her family and talking about her little town very fondly.

She had grown up in this town called Sylvestwell with her parents. Apparently the town wasn't as developed as the rest of the world and was very poor, but the inhabitants were apparently satisfied with their lives, whenever they needed something they would trade it against whatever they could find that could be helpful. Everyone knew each others well, her parents were like the center of the town. They helped everybody and would often throw parties, inviting the whole town.

They had taught her everything she knew and how to be nice and respect others, even when they weren't being respectful and nice themselves. They were loving parents but she often felt a little lonely, as they would spend most of their time with others in town to help them or just to talk. She had no friends despite spending so of her time with the other children of the town, she felt no real connection to any of them, though they were very nice too. She mostly was alone.

"I had planned to go on a trip to my aunt's place, to try to meet new people." She explained, her eyes reflected a little of sadness. "I like my aunt but she isn't always easy to live with, you know. And the town she lives in is beautiful too. But, the people that lives there, they aren't very nice." She sighed, eyes lost in the fire. "The kids there are mean and the adults aren't any better. I really don't understand how she can live there all year. She isn't like them. She can be nice sometimes."

Something about that made Rosa feel bad for her. She seemed to only know her own town and it sounded like it was a nice place full of lovely people, although to Rosa, it was a little hard to believe that a place like that could even exist. She seemed totally unaware of how the world around her was. It was an unforgiving place, where most people only cared about themselves and would do anything to have what they wanted, even if it meant being rude to a child or someone in need.

"It's why I wanted to go back home." Jenefer continued. "I wanted to go back to where I know people are kind and respectful. Where I can be with my loving parents. Even if I feel lonely at least I can spend some good times with the other kids without being insulted."

She turned to smile at Rosa, who quickly looked away, a little embarrassed to realize that she had been staring at her for much too long.

"How is your hometown?" She asked with curiosity, not thinking much about what kind of person she was talking to.

"I don't know." Rosa answered, looking distantly in the fire. "I don't know my 'hometown'. Maybe I don't have one."

Jenefer gasped quietly, realizing something again. "I'm sorry." She apologized quickly, she hesitated a little before she asked more, a little more carefully this time. "What about your parents?"

"I don't remember them." She shrugged, her voice was emotionless as she spoke. "I don't know who or where they are. They must not have wanted me."

"What? Oh, I'm sure they did!" Jenefer was quick to try to reassure her. "Why wouldn't they want you?"

"I don't know. That was they said. They must know." She said blankly.

"Who are they?" Jenefer asked, confused. "Your adoptive parents?"

"No." She said sharply. "I don't know what they were supposed to be. But they sure weren't any parents for us." She huffed.

"Us?" The poor Jenefer was only getting more confused, and a little worried about Rosa's words.

"Never mind that." She sighed. "You don't need to worry about my business. It's over anyway. I'm not going back to them ever again."

Jenefer looked like she wanted to ask more but she stopped herself, understanding that Rosa didn't want to talk about it, even less with someone she just met.

"Okay." Jenefer said gently, smiling at her. "If you want to talk about anything you can always talk to me though."

Rosa looked back at her, examining her face silently before nodding.

"We should sleep now, if we want to be going by morning." She said as she got up. Her leg wasn't hurting as bad as before now even though the pain was still there.

Jenefer hummed in response, following Rosa with her eyes.

"You can sleep in my tent." Rosa explained as she walked towards it. "There should be enough place for the two of us."

"Can I really?" Jenefer asked a little nervously. "I wouldn't want to bother you."

"Of course you can." Rosa said, trying her best to give her a smile. "I didn't accept to help you just to let you sleep outside in the cold air."

"If you're sure then." She got up and walked over to the vagabond as this one kept the tent flap open for her to crawl in. "Thank you."

Secret 143M: Part 1

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[jen-iii]

We wanted to be fed, and Noelle drove us to a whole ass all-you-can-eat buffet.

She drove us to the buffet she owns, fed us 5 stars quality meal, payed for it, and then drove us to get desert after it we have been utterly SPOILED THANK U BASED NOELLE

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