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purplekiwis · 2 years

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Summary: It's no secret that as a figure skater, you're fed up with the local hockey team being treated like royalty... and your ex's status as a player isn't helping much either.

Genre: Exes to Lovers (Enemies to Lovers if you blink 😉)

Warnings: it's angsty and smutty

Wordcount: 8K

A/N: i'd like to thank @sucker4angstt for requesting this concept! it was a blast to work on and i hope you guys have as much fun reading it as i had writing it 🤍

THIS IS A 2 PART SERIES | PART 2 IS HERE ❄️

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“You wanna do black again? Didn’t we do that last time?” Niall inquired as he switched off the car’s ignition.

You had just shown him a dress you had found the night before in hopes he would like it, but as you had already been expecting, he claimed black was boring and wouldn't stand out among the competition. “Well, yes but this one’s a different style from the last one. It would go well with our song.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try something new sometimes, you know? Like white or blue… perhaps even red?” He suggested as he removed both your skating bags from the trunk and placed them down by his feet.

You hid a sigh while you took your bag from him. It never got easier to admit that you had to consider the price before picking the costume. For whatever reason, there was always a hint of embarrassment associated to that admission. Needless to say you would also prefer to wear a bright colored outfit with lots of glitter and transparencies, but those were simply out of reach for your budget.

“We did red once already, that time we did Moulin Rouge.” You reminded him as you walked side by side, each of you steering your own carryon.

“Hm, that’s true. I’d forgotten about that.”

You hadn’t been lucky enough to land a parking spot right at the front of the sports centre that morning, which sucked big time given how chilly it was outside. Getting up early for practice was never fun, but during the winter months it got almost unbearable. Especially when the sky was all hazy and mostly black by the time you woke up.

“How would you feel about like, a nude?” You proposed, despite the fact that you weren't really fond of the color.

“From you?” Niall sniggered. “Thanks but I think I’ll have to pass.”

“Come on, can't you be serious for like 2 seconds? This is important.” You huffed, pretending like you hadn’t found his little joke amusing. “Also, um... I know this is probably like super annoying for you but my budget’s kinda tight right now, so if you’d be willing to repeat one of our previous outfits, that would be awesome.”

Niall laughed a bit. “Stop with that nonsense, will you? It's not annoying and of course I don't mind. Sides, it's not like it'll even matter what we wear. We'll do so well that the judges won't even think to pay attention to our outfits.” He then turned to you and stated, “...That being said, I still don't want to wear black again.”

“Aff, fine.” You grumbled. “Which one do you want to wear then?”

“Hm.. I dunno, actually.” He took a moment to reflect. “How about we just start naming them until we find one we both agree on?”

“That’s not a bad idea, actually.”

“Ready?” He asked, you nodded. “1, 2, 3…”

“Pink.”

“Turquoise.”

“Navy.”

“Green”

“Orange.” You said it in unison, but your faces immediately turned down in distaste after. “Nevermind the orange. I still don't know what we were thinking when we picked those.”

“Yeah, me neither.” You admitted through a deep breath in. “I’d be fine with the green though, as long as it's the dark one.”

“Make it the medium dark, and it’s settled.”

You reached an agreement right as you were approaching the entrance of the sports centre, where some figure skaters you had grown familiar with over the years were gathering. Surprisingly, neither unpacking nor warming up.

“Are you guys all done already?” You asked them as you dashed towards your usual warm-up area. It was spacious and had a canopy that kept you dry in case it rained. “I didn’t realize we were late...” You earned Niall's judgmental stare with your sentence. He had been rushing you all morning, but you were sure you weren't that late. As far as your calculations were concerned, you were just in time for your first warm-up.

In days like these, it was always very tempting to skimp on the off the ice warm-ups and go straight to the rink, but with the championship right around the corner, neither you nor Niall would take that risk. Because although you also competed individually, it was as a pair that you really stood out. Your journey to nationals depended on you both, and you weren't going to jeopardize all that for being too lazy to stretch.

“Don’t bother starting.” One of the skaters, Natalia, intervened when she realized what the two of you were up to. “The Emperors booked early morning.” She clarified, upon noticing your perplexed looks.

“They did what-” You gasped, all the more startled.

“They can’t do that.” Niall said after you, and the look on his face was as distressed as yours. “They already take up most of the rink’s time!”

“When their stupid coach came we tried to tell him that, but he refused to listen. He didn't even pause- just walked straight through as if we weren't here.” The new skater jumped into the conversation. You hadn't officially met her yet, but you knew her name was Mei, a.k.a the girl Niall had been crushing on for weeks.

Redness engulfed his cheeks as soon as she looked his way, but he still managed to respond, albeit stutteringly. “Yeah, I'm not too surprised… Y/N’s ex plays on the team and he always used to say the guy was a moron.” You pointed out Niall’s oversharing by flashing him a chastising look, but he was too engrossed in Mei's beauty to notice your death stare.

You cleared your throat, now feeling a touch hot in the face too, before turning to the remainder of the group, “Have you spoken to couch Jo or Paul? Aren't they supposed to come teach the kids right after we leave?”

“Yeah.” Natalia sighed. “Apparently they’ve had to rescheduled some of the skating classes but nothing much. Basically it's fine for everyone but us.”

“So what time can we come now?” The Emperors could have taken your place, but surely they had to have left a gap somewhere.

“That’s the thing.” Mei explained. “There’s no time apart from the lessons we have with our coaches. A spot is available in the afternoon, but that's just not feasible for anyone.”

“What? No! How’s that even allowed?” Your question was hardly noticed by the other skaters as they were preparing to leave. "Wait- Where are all of you off to? We can’t just leave; have to solve this.”

“What do you propose we do, then?” Mei groaned. She was clearly on edge, as was everyone else in the group. “We’ve already tried. We won't get to solve anything right now, so staying here is a waste of time.” She grabbed her skating bag off the floor. “You can still try if you want, though. Didn’t you used to mess around with one of them? Maybe he could help.”

You scoffed as you watched Mei leave with the rest of the group, “Unbelievable...” You commented with Niall, only to find him looking at you like he agreed with her. "Oh no, not you siding with her. Are you kidding me?”

“I mean, she’s got a point…” As he went on, a goofy smile spread over his face. “I can't believe she actually spoke to me. This is crazy... and she’s even hotter up close…” Rolling your eyes, you started gathering both your bags in a tacit plea to leave. “Please, Y/N... can you go talk to him? I don't wanna stop seeing her now that she's speaking to us.”

You took a long, deep breath.

You really weren't in the mood to do all that, but unfortunately your ex happened to play team captain for the hockey team... so perhaps, if you could flip the tables and get him to be on your side, there was a small possibility his opinion could give you some advantage when it came to straightening everything out.

That was what you needed to remind yourself of.

There was a deeper purpose to this than Niall's desire to speak with Mei. It was important for everyone. None of you could afford to miss practice now that the championship was about to start. The time you spent practicing with your instructors was good but having time to skate freely every morning was critical.

“Fine. I'll go, but you’re coming with me.”

You had wanted Niall to come along for the emotional support, but that idea was quickly scrapped once the centre’s receptionist, who was acting a lot more standoffish than usual, refused to let you walk past the front desk.

It occurred to you that his behavior might have something to do with how Mei and the rest of the skaters handled that morning’s dreadful news. If that was the case, his mood was about to get worse because you were planning to bring up the issue as well… until Niall stepped in, “Oh, we're not here to skate. We’re here because my friend thinks she dropped her bracelet on her way out of the rink yesterday. We just wanted to see if we can find it.”

“I have orders not to let anyone in right now. If you want, you can come by after eight to look for it.” He answered monotonously, his gaze fixed on the computer screen.

“Ah, we have school at eight; we can't come at that time I'm afraid.” Niall’s revelation elicited no response. So, after a moment of awkward stares, you continued,

“If we don't go now, someone else might find and keep it.” The man’s expression told you that he thought you were being a nuisance, but you kept playing by Niall’s script and added, “The bracelet was a gift from my mother. It has a lot of sentimental value...”

Finally, just as you were beginning to lose hope, he sighed and said, “If it's just the bracelet you're looking for I'll let you go find it, but he stays.” His head motion indicated that he was referring to Niall.

“I’m sure it would be easier if we searched together...”

The man sat back with a sigh. “Look, it’s nothing personal. I'm simply doing what I've been told by one of the coaches after he got harassed by your little squad at the door… which is not to let anyone in the rink while the boys are there. I'm already making an exception for you when I shouldn't, so it’s either this or you'll come back later.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I hadn’t been informed that the hockey coaches were now in charge of the place...” He ignored your provocation, but his gaze was drawn to the agitated tapping of your nails on the counter. “You know what, it's fine. I get it. I’ll be quick, oh- and don't worry, I'll be careful not to harass the local royalty while I’m there.”

You didn’t stick around for further verbal cues, just swiped your membership card, walked past the barrier and turned toward the rink. It was only after you got there that you realized how angry you were. Knowing that the hockey team was being treated like kings and given the freedom to do whatever and however they pleased with zero regard for anyone else was one of the most infuriating things you'd ever witnessed. It wasn't exactly surprising taken they always got prioritized for being the bigger sport, but they had never taken things this far before. This situation was ridiculous, and you weren't going to tolerate it.

So although you agreed to come speak with your ex, now you were actually hoping to speak directly with the coach instead. Maybe your efforts were in vain, but you had to, at least, try to get your point across. There was only one problem - he was nowhere to be found, and you didn’t know anyone else on the team well enough to ask on his whereabouts.

Speaking of the team, the guys were dressed in practice gear, which was far more basic than their game jersey’s, but still had the same colors of red and gold. You assumed they hadn't started properly training yet, as they were still warming up with crossovers and pivots.

Among the many broad-shouldered athletes there, your eyes were immediately drawn to the player whose number you knew best: 77.

Not that you’d ever need a number to identify him.

Even with hockey armor covering his frame, you knew his body’s contours like the back of your hand. Picturing the tousled curls hidden under his helmet, the green of his eyes, and the curvature of his lips was easy. A little too easy.

“Styles,”

He turned when he heard your voice. His eyes were obscured by the visor, but you could swear you saw his brows quirk. “Y/N,” He didn't look too surprised by your presence. In fact, he looked more amused at you yelling his name than at you being there.

After a few seconds of skating by he came closer, and as he stopped next to the board, his skates scratched the ice a little too harshly for someone who wasn't aiming to make a spectacle of himself. You weren't wowed by his effort. You could execute that same slide better and with greater polish if you wanted to.

“Where’s your coach? I’d like to have a word…”

He signaled the rooms on the top level with his head. “Up there in a meeting. Why, what do you want from him?”

“Not that it's any of your business but it looks like there’s an issue with the rink’s scheduling.”

You saw the grin he was trying to hide. “Oh, what’s that?”

“The skaters had it for 6am, as usual.” You attempted to highlight. “Ergo, you shouldn't be here.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes, we did.”

“I don't think we would be here if you had booked it, would we? If we took the spot, it was because it was available.”

“Well yeah, because we’ve never had to book it - because we had a spoken agreement and we’ve always followed through on it.” He didn't respond, nor did he appear very willing to engage in the conversation you were trying to have. “Are you listening to me?”

“I am,” His voice felt harsh and didn't quite fit the easy stance he showed as he shrugged. “I'm just not sure of what you want me to say – I’m sorry? Does that make you feel any better?”

His cynical tone didn't sit well in your stomach, but your face didn’t let that show. “Okay, look - I get it. You’re in the league and you need to practice, but that doesn’t give you the right to take early mornings from us. It's only two hours out of the entire day, couldn't you just let us keep them?”

He appeared somewhat bored by your approach, but not completely. His facial expression had an edge to it. He was irritated. “It wasn’t me who made the call. If you want to lash out at someone, try the guy at the front-desk or whatever. I can't help you.”

He was really starting to piss you off, but worse than that, there was a part of you that was getting legitimately hurt by his indifference. He used to be one of your biggest supporters, and now it was like he simply didn't care. “Even if it wasn't you who made the decision, you knew better than anybody that this would disrupt our practice and you still didn't say anything.”

“Why would I? Wasn't it you who just said it's none of my business? If you have an issue, it’s your place to handle it - not mine.”

“Harry, your stupid team already takes up most of the rink’s time! Our qualifying season starts in two weeks, we need to practice.”

“Well, I'm not sure if the news has reached your self-centered little world yet but our season has already started, and we have big games coming up. So sorry to break it to you but we're going to take all the extra rink time we can get.”

“Not unless I can’t do something about it.” Your implied threat was meaningless. You had no plan whatsoever... apart from the original one to get on Harry’s good side, which had just been blown. You'd figure something out though, anything to ensure they wouldn't get their way. “You’ll have to go through me first.”

He got closer, coming right up to your face as he leaned over the border and uttered one last, quiet “Gladly,” before skating away to rejoin his team.

The bleachers were packed by screaming fans in replica shirts.

The big day had come. The Emperors were playing their first home game of the season and as the concentration of bodies suggested, a considerable portion of people had come out to witness it firsthand… including you and Niall.

After what the fuckers had done to you, you almost felt like a traitor for showing up to their game. However, you had purchased tickets weeks ago and since you had spent the money, you figured you might as well come and root for them to lose. That worked for a while, until they actually started losing.

As soon as the visiting team scored a goal, it became impossible to disguise who your heart was really rooting for. The Emperors were jackasses, that was beyond dispute, but they were the local team and it was hard to cheer for strangers when the other players were people you had “known” for years.

“You haven’t touched your pretzel…”

Niall's comment drew your gaze away from the game for a millisecond. “I don’t want it right now, I’m not hungry.” Your reply came out garbled due to the way your cheeks were getting smothered between your hands.

“It’s gonna go cold if you don’t eat it now...”

“You’re right. Here- you can have it.”

“You sure?” His hesitant smile expanded when he heard a fragmented “Yes” fall from your mouth. The “Thanks,” that followed was mumbled around a large bite. “Oh man, this is nothing like the hot dogs they sell here.” He chewed as he spoke, “Have you ever had one? They always put sauerkraut on them and it’s like, who even likes sauerkraut that much, you know what I mean?”

“Mhm,” you hummed again, eyes fixed on the local team captain and the player battling him for the puck. "Get off his ass, shithead." you blurted as another player floated over and pushed him against the board. It was the same player who kept harassing him throughout the first two frames of the game. There had already been insults, menacing stares, and provoking shoves exchanged. This wasn’t going to end well.

“You know you don’t have to do that anymore, don’t you?” Niall asked after a lengthy pause in conversation, what caught you off guard.

“Don’t have to do what? Eat sauerkraut?” You questioned back, a little confused.

“Get nervous for the games.” He clarified, which sort of took you by surprise. You weren't aware that your feelings were showing that clearly. “Since, you know… you and Styles aren’t a thing anymore and all. You don’t have to get all anxious over him.”

Your focus immediately diverted from the rink as a result of Niall’s remark. “This isn’t about him, Niall. It’s about the game- I want us to win.”

“Uh huh… because of your deep love for hockey, I assume.” His face lit up with laughter. “Not any of the players in particular, just the sport itself.”

“Shut up- Oh, that son of a... oh, great! Now he's starting a fight...” You muttered inwardly once you saw Harry's gloves hit the ice first, followed by the other player's.

The initial strikes to the head sent the helmets flying. Thereafter, it was all direct blows. The two boys faced each other angrily as they dodged and struck each other with bare hands and faces. The crowd roared loudly as the violence between the two players increased. “God, I hate when they fight.” You admitted, despite it being nothing new. “Why does it always take the referees so long to split them?”

“Ah, well, you know that's how the game works. The crowd loves it.”

“No, I know that but… it’s barbaric.”

The other player’s left hand was gripping Harry's jersey as if he was going to rip it apart, while the right continued to strike jabs in his stomach. But Harry didn't cut loose; he whacked him with the same force. They both went down, and just like that there was blood on the ice. A laceration over Harry's eyebrow had resulted in what looked like a crimson mask covering his face, most likely caused by his helmet’s visor as it leapt out of his head.

As the boys hit the floor the referees finally intervened and broke up the fight.

But the two were back on the ice as if nothing had happened after spending five minutes in the penalty box. Harry’s cut was no longer bleeding, but the bloodied towel he left behind served as a solid memento.

“I swear my Nan is more flexible than you.” You teased Niall as he tried to strike the mermaid pose. He was struggling, so his tongue was sticking out.

“You can't compare your Nan's yoga to mine. She's been doing it for longer than I've been alive!” He grumbled as he attempted to move his elbow to the proper position by imitating your posture. “I’ll have you know though, that I've never had any complaints on my flexibility before. In fact, it’s what I usually get the most compliments on aside from my-”

“Shhhh.” You were shushed by the yoga instructor for speaking over the soothing music.

You had never taken a yoga class before but considering your time on the rink had been compromised, you figured it might be a good idea to give it a shot since it still allowed you to practice your balance and flexibility.

You'd gotten cocky and chosen advanced yoga, assuming it wouldn't be too difficult to keep up given your figure skating background. Big, big mistake. You were living it up at first… however, as the class progressed and poses like 'the crow' and 'the flying pigeon' began to appear, you found yourselves admiring everyone rather than trying to keep up.

As a result, you were only doing the same five poses over and over, which got boring really quick. Besides, you weren’t even mastering the intermediate ones... as Niall was struggling with flexibility, while you were having trouble with all the arm strength exercises. That was when you started to get chatty, even though you were well aware that it wasn't appropriate.

You'd already been told to be quiet twice, so when your phone went off in the middle of class you didn't hesitate to roll up your mats and leave, figuring you had already caused enough disturbance.

“We'll never be allowed back there again...” Niall remarked on the way to the locker rooms. “Did you see how she looked at us when your phone rang? That wasn’t very Yin and Yang of her…”

“Well… to be fair, we were being incredibly rude...” You checked your phone for the notification you had received during class. “Speaking of rude, you won't believe who was texting me just now…”

“Who?” He realized who you were referring to when you made a face and pointed your head toward the rink. The yoga classes were held in the same section, the one dedicated to indoor sports. Despite being on opposite ends, you knew the hockey team was there because you had passed by and heard them. “No way... are you serious? What did he say? Does it have anything to do with the rink?”

“He didn't say... just asked if I could meet him at that cafe we used to go to after class. He says it’s urgent.”

“Do you need a ride? I can drop you off on the way back from class; it's close by.”

“No, don't worry. I end class earlier than you today, so I can take the shuttle like I used to.” You were guessing Harry had remembered you had a similar school schedule on Fridays, which is why he didn't bother telling you a time. He knew you would be there by 3pm... supposedly. “I don’t know if I’m going, though… I don’t know what he wants.”

“Yes you are.” Niall asserted, as if the idea of you not going was the most insane thing ever. “What if it’s something to do the rink?”

“What if it’s nothing to do with the rink?”

“No, come on… it has to have something to do with it.” He insisted. “I know you want to go; you're just nervous about seeing him.”

“No, the only reason why I am nervous is because he isn’t telling me what he wants. It's weird.”

Niall paused for a moment as you reached the door for the women’s locker rooms. His face let you know he was debating whether or not to tell you what was on his mind. He decided to do so. “It's obviously up to you whether you go or not, but if I were you I’d go just to see what he wants. You don't have to sit there all afternoon if you don't want to... and if things get too awkward, you can text me and I'll show up there to save you.”

“Right.” You replied even though you knew it wasn't the most appropriate answer.

You realized it would be stupid not to go knowing it could be about the rink. There was a good chance it was, which was supposed to get you excited, but in reality was doing the exact opposite. Selfishly, you wanted this to be about you and nothing else.

As petty as it sounds, you wanted to get there and hear Harry admit that he missed you, that karma had gotten him good, or something else that made you feel like your suffering had been worthwhile even if you were never getting back together. That was why you were afraid to go… because you would be disappointed if he looked as fine as he did last time.

“Does that mean you're going?” Niall asked, cutting through the pitiful thoughts racing through your mind.

You chewed on your lower lip. “I guess.”

You saw him as soon as you walked into the cafe.

He was sitting alone, but there was a girl “standing” next to his table. To refer to that as plain standing would be inaccurate. You knew what she was doing, and most of all you knew what for.

She was showcasing the best she had to offer. That was why her hips were pushed back, and her gut was pinched so firmly.

She fixed her hair over her shoulder, and you got a glimpse of her face. She was hot enough to get you to stand up straighter, but not to make you wonder if you should have spent more time getting ready before coming.

You stayed back and waited for their interaction to be over. For you, this was nothing new. You’d grown so used to watching girls fawning over him that it rarely made you jealous anymore, despite it always being slightly unpleasant to witness.

The bright side was that experience taught you when to worry… and now wasn't the time.

She appeared to be asking a question about game tickets, but you could tell by the look on Harry's face that he wasn't all that interested in chatting with her. He looked like he wanted to be left alone. He was doing that thing that he used to do when random people approached him back when you were together - he smiled politely but barely said a word.

It took the girl some time to catch on, but eventually she got the hint. He wasn’t interested, and no amount of flashing her cleavage would change his mind. She stepped away, and you took it as your cue to walk over.

“Hey.” You greeted as you got to the table, hurrying to remove your scarf and jacket before you took the chair facing Harry’s. Not that there was any other option to pick, anyway.

“Hi.” He smiled slightly, before pushing one of the coffee cups on the table towards you. “I hope you don’t mind that I went ahead and ordered you a drink...”

His gesture brought you back to memories frozen in time, but you didn't allow yourself to linger on them too long. You and Harry used to meet at this coffee shop all the time. In fact, it was once one of your favorite places in town but being here now only brought back sensations you'd rather avoid. Still, for the sake of politeness, you accepted his drink. “Oh, um… thanks. You didn't have to get me anything...”

“I know I didn’t.” He took a sip of his cup, and you impulsively mimicked his action. The coffee which used to taste like love, suddenly seemed almost too dull to drink. “You still like those, right?”

You wondered if he had noticed your grimace. “Yeah, it's what I always used to get from here. I'm surprised you remember…”

“I guess I haven't had enough time to forget most things about you yet.” A twinge of discomfort shot through your chest at his words. You suspect he caused it on purpose. “I have a sharp memory.”

“I'm not sure that'll last if you keep hitting your head like that.” Your point was lost on him, which kind of made you regret making it in the first place. “You've got a bruise… on your...”

“Oh, that.” He tried to mask it with a quick ruffle of his hair, but you could still see it. “That's nothing, forget about it.”

“I wouldn't exactly call it nothing, when-”

“I didn’t ask you to come here to talk about that.” He intervened before you finished. “There’s something I need from you.” He admitted, crossing his arms over the table.

“'All right then, what is it?”

“That jersey I gave you, do you still have it?”

“Why are you asking?”

“I need it back.” His request caught you completely off guard. Your mouth opened and tried to speak, but nothing came out. “Mine got ripped and the spare I gave you is the only one I have left.”

When you finally spoke, it was quickly and angrily. “I'm not giving it back.” You said, and Harry let out a groan. “You never mentioned I was only allowed to keep it until you needed it back. It looked like a gift to me.”

Another sigh followed, this time deeper and more frustrated. “That’s because it was a gift… but now I need it, and I'm pretty sure you're not wearing it, so what difference does it make?”

You crossed your arms and shook your head. “You can't ask for gifts back, that's nasty.”

Why, of all things, did he have to ask you to give back his jersey? It was the most special gift he had ever given you. And now just because he never got to see you wear it, it automatically meant you didn't care for it?

That was simply not true!

Behind closed doors, his jersey was still a favorite.

Frankly, the only reason why you stopped wearing it during games was because you thought it would be demeaning not to. It would have been weird for everyone, plus you didn't think Harry would appreciate you walking around with his number on your back when you weren't together anymore.

Not that people thinking he had a girlfriend would have been enough to keep any hookups from happening if he wanted them to. When it came to Harry, it seemed nothing was ever enough to discourage girls from trying their luck. It wasn't just because he played on the hockey team. That was a bonus, but it was insignificant compared to the rest. His looks, his character, his sense of humor… from the surface, Harry looked like a catch, and finding that he was everything but, hurt. You still loved him, so it hurt. You hated how it all still hurt.

“I'm not asking for any of the other stuff back. I'm asking for my jersey because I desperately need it; else, I wouldn't be asking.” He explained as you sat there, feeling your chest squeeze as you half-listened to his reasoning. “Please Y/N, this is sort of critical for me.”

His slightly pouted lips suggested that he had also not forgotten how to sneak his way inside your heart. It wasn't a difficult task, but it was aggravating how well it still worked.

The worst part is that he didn't even do it on purpose; it was just the way his face looked whenever he wanted something and was told no. It was the same face that managed to get your panties to come off that one time right before a game, despite your fear of getting caught.

“Fine. I'll give your stupid jersey back,” When he smiled in relief, you halted your words, but only for a moment. “Under one condition.” His nostrils flared as he took a long breath, gearing himself up for what you were about to say next. “You'll have to convince your coach to give us our ice time back, otherwise you can forget it.”

“Y/N, can we not do this right now, please? I already told you that I had nothing to do with that shit.”

Harry’s reaction left you feeling oddly disappointed. Not angry, but close to it. That was when you realized you had made the same mistake again. You had been expecting him to be concerned, or at least to act as if he cared. It wasn't his job to care. It wasn't his job to make sure you were happy.

Nonetheless, Harry could still be the key to getting what you wanted.

It didn't feel good to have to coax him into backing you, but it was your duty to do so for Niall and the rest of the skaters. The hockey team had crossed a line, and if this was the only way to stop them, so be it.

He might not be thrilled to help you, but he had the means to do so. If he wanted to get a favor, he would have to do one for you as well. In the end, it was only fair.

“I believe you, but you're the team captain, and I know he'll listen to you.” You took another sip of the coffee you had almost forgotten was there. “I'm only taking a favor for a favor… sounds pretty reasonable to me.”

“Okay, fine, whatever. I’ll see what I can do.”

You cocked a brow at his reaction. “That's not enough. If I can't see any improvements, the deal is off.”

Harry stretched in his chair, crossing his arms behind his neck while he mused. “That's called extortion, you know? It’s a felony.”

Your lips curled as you snorted at his remark. “It's not my fault you got in a fight and need a new jersey; I'm simply taking advantage of the circumstances. Besides, you aren't so innocent yourself... or did you think I couldn’t tell you were trying to butter me up earlier by getting me my favorite drink?”

Harry’s eyes widened with what looked to be confusion and amusement... and perhaps even a little happiness. “You were at the game?”

Your face got warm. “Oh, uh… yeah. I went with Niall. He likes watching sports, so...”

“Ha, I see...” His face turned expressionless. “You're wrong about your drink, by the way... I wasn’t trying to butter you up, I just thought it'd be a nice gesture.”

“Yeah, I guess...” You smiled a bit, before deciding to congratulate him on his team's victory. “You played well yesterday. Everyone went crazy when you scored that goal at the end.” The moment you finished talking, you noticed Harry was slouching in his chair, just staring at you. It was almost trance-like, the way his eyes weren’t able to stop smiling. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He asked, but then in a sudden move, he got up, picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “I have to get going. I've got homework.”

You didn't really buy his excuse, but you also didn’t question it since you knew he wouldn't tell you whatever it was that was on his mind. “Yeah, okay.” You said instead, despite your enquiring face. “I guess I’ll see you...”

“Tuesday.” He completed. “I'm not sure what time yet, but I'll let you know.”

He was gone in an instant, leaving you alone with nothing but two unfinished cups of sad, tasteless coffee to keep you company.

Tuesday came by quickly.

Amidst the week's rush of lectures at university, runs and yoga classes with Niall, as well as preparations for the championship, you barely registered the days passing by.

As far as your agreement with Harry goes, you knew he had kept true to his word since there were no hulking hockey players in sight that day when you got to the rink.

Given that you had agreed on Tuesday, you didn't bother getting up early the mornings before to check on the rink's availability... and considering that you had the schedule for it over the weekend, you ended up booking that open spot in the afternoon right after lunch for free skating, even though it wasn't the most ideal.

The return to the ice on Tuesday morning, however, was a welcome relief.

The weather was peaceful… the ice was fresh, and you and Niall were able to make progress on a tricky jump that had been giving you the willies as of lately. It wasn’t perfect yet, but at least by the end of the morning you no longer felt like you were putting Niall through the danger of getting a neck fracture every time you leapt onto his shoulders.

Later that day, you met with your choreographer and he too noticed a positive shift in your performance. Having barely been on the ice over the week other than with your instructors, the shift was somewhat surprising... but it also made sense to an extent, since the break had allowed you to focus on other forms of training that you normally considered supplementary – like practicing balance and endurance.

After your choreography lesson, Niall invited you to go to the mall with him.

He wanted to check out a new tech store that had opened there, and since you had nothing better to do than finish the schoolwork you were procrastinating on, you accepted his invitation.

It was a fun afternoon, though you ended up spending much longer than you’d originally planned just browsing around. You barely noticed the hours passing, which was mostly Niall's fault because he had this extraordinary ability to beguile people with conversation topics that were seemingly random but made for weirdly interesting discussions.

His conversation starters almost always initiated with “Have you ever thought about...” and then something crazy would follow. It was impossible to stop the tangents after that, especially if he happened to touch on a subject that you considered to be interesting too. When that was the case, the two of you would just go on and on like a never-ending pit.

This happened several times that noon.

So, despite having been anxious as hell for the better part of the day knowing you’d be meeting up with Harry later, the whole thing had almost slipped your mind by the time he texted you asking if you'd at the centre soon.

“Shit.” You muttered while replying to his message saying you were on your way. “Can you drive me to the sports centre? I need to get something to Harry and I'm too late to walk there.”

“Yeah, sure.” Niall said as you began making your way to the escalator that took you to the underground parking lot. It had become less crowded since you arrived, so finding the car wasn't too difficult. “So what’s going, you’ve been talking with him again?”

“Nothing is going on. I told you about him asking for his jersey back. I'm surprised you forgot…”

“Ah! True, true.” He responded as he climbed into the driver's seat. “I just wanted to ask if there was anything else besides that. I know you aren't fully over him yet, which is understandable, but...” He paused, then let out a sigh. “I guess what I’m trying to say is I don't want my friend to end up in the same position again if you get what I mean.”

“Yeah, I get what you mean.” You leaned back in your seat and stared out the window. “But don't worry, that's not going to happen. It's pretty obvious he doesn't like me, but even if he did…well, as the saying puts it… once bitten, twice shy.”

You talked about something lighter the rest of the way there. Niall wasn’t the type to bring up uncomfortable topics or force you to talk when you didn't feel like it. He usually just listened when you shared, which was good. He still gave his advice if you asked for it, but when it came to your situation with Harry, that wasn't what you needed, and he was aware of that.

What you needed was a friend that respected your decisions, but still cared about your well-being at the same time. A friend who understood you'd want to go meet your ex on your own but still offered to wait and give you a ride home afterward, so you didn’t have to walk alone at night.

The next day, the hockey team was playing outside of town, so there was a big, tall bus parked at the back of the sports centre.. and a shadowy man standing right next to it. The sky had already darkened so it was hard to see, especially on the side he was on, which wasn't getting bathed by the centre’s lights like the opposite one was.

Logically, you knew it must be Harry, but you didn't want to get too close without being sure. It could be the bus driver, or someone who happened to be there for something else. So instead of walking over, you stood at a reasonable distance and cast a wide-eyed glance in all directions, before lowering your gaze to your phone screen to text Harry letting him know you were outside.

But before you could send him anything, you were startled by his voice. “You can come over here, I don’t bite.”

You hoped the nighttime blindness worked both ways because you had jumped a little with the scare, which had to have looked a little stupid. “Oh, it is you! I couldn't tell from back there… it’s er…dark.”

If he saw you jump, he didn’t acknowledge it, instead he asked, “Did you walk all the way here by yourself?”

He seemed concerned that you had, which gave you a warm feeling in your belly. You didn't know what to make of it. “Oh, no. I was at the mall with Niall when you called so, he drove me. He’s parked at the front.”

“Hm.” Harry grunted dryly, which sparked a little awkward pause until he finally asked the dreaded question, “Do you have the jersey?”

“Oh yeah- one second... it's in my bag.” You smiled stiffly before you started rummaging around for it. “I’m not the best at doing laundry so the color might have gotten bit worn off from the washer, I hope that’s not an issue.”

“That’s fine.” He tossed the jersey over his shoulder, disregarding how neatly you'd folded it. “Thanks.”

“Okay, um… you must be pressed for time, so…”

“Not necessarily.” You found the coldness in his voice upsetting, and you couldn't figure out why he was stalling you when he obviously wasn't delighted to see you. “So how’s the situation with the rink, did it all work out?”

“It did.” It was a brief response, but you didn't feel like standing there chit-chatting just for the sake of it. “Thanks, for helping and… I guess for asking too.”

“Don’t thank me.” He said it brusquely, which irritated you even more. “Okay, um… I guess I’ll see you when I see you.”

“Yeah, that.” You curled your lips in a weak smile, and Harry did the same before setting out to go back inside the building. Sadly, upon watching him leave, you couldn't resist calling his name to see his face again. “Hey, Harry-” His head jerked back at the sound. “Have a good game tomorrow. I hope you win!”

He looked like he was about to look away, but he didn’t. Instead, he returned your gaze, as though he was contemplating something. There was a strange glint in his eyes, and it lingered there as he began walking back towards you. And then, wordlessly, swiftly and without a warning, his hands reached for your face… and his lips reached for a kiss.

You squeaked in surprise at the feeling, but that was all there was to it. After Harry’s lips' familiar texture took over, there wasn't much room left for surprises. His body steered yours backwards against the side of the bus, sheltering you from any curious eyes peering through the windows above. “Harry, what-”

“Stop talking,” He muttered against your lips, still laying kisses in between. “I know it's messed up but if we both keep quiet, no one has to know it happened.”

Your throat was itching to respond, but his kissing made your head blurry. His mouth lowered to taste your neck, kissing every inch of skin it swept by. Then, just when you thought it couldn't be any better, his tongue slipped out and found a spot that had you gasping quietly.

The touch of his body was setting yours on fire, reviving it in a way it hadn't been in ages. Your kisses grew hotter and heavier, and before either of you could pause and wonder if this was right, Harry was already fumbling with the button of your jeans - and you were letting him.

“Do you still think of my hands?” You could feel the warmth of his words on your skin as his fingers slid in. His pace was slow, almost too slow, as if he was enjoying listening to the eagerness of your heartbeats. “I think of yours most times; whenever I play with myself, it’s always you… your hands... your mouth... your pussy…”

You both moaned as Harry reached the hot spot hidden beneath your panties. He rubbed a bit around it, in slow and steady circles. “I’ve always loved how fast it reacts to my touch… it gets so wet and creamy, and your clit… fuck, ‘s all puffy and twitchy…” His fingers pressed harder on it, stroking more firmly.

And shit, you were getting there already. So, so close that your entire body was twitching uncontrollably against his. “Please… d-don’t stop.”

“Already? Fuck baby… you haven't been giving it the proper attention lately, have you?” You shook your head in response to his question. It was almost embarrassing how quickly you had gotten to that point, but Harry was right; you hadn't had an orgasm in a while… and of course, he could tell. “I'm not gonna lie, I already suspected that she wasn't being well taken care of, but shit... that's just disgraceful, isn't it?”

You could hardly gather the strength to answer him. The only sound you could muster were a few high-pitched "mhmms" that were muffled against his neck. You groaned when he pushed his fingers in and pierced through your hymen a little too briskly. “Still?”

You felt a little offended by how surprised he sounded but acknowledged his question with a nod. “It’s okay, just breathe…” He whispered softly into your jaw as his motions became gentler.

This wasn’t the first time Harry had used his fingers on you, but usually it was more the outside bits that he focused on. He loved giving oral, so you did a lot of that… the fingering thing only came later once you started having conversations about him taking your virginity. If it were up to you, you’d no longer have it, but Harry had wanted to take things slow. He knew your mind was prepared, but he had wanted to make sure your body was too… just so the experience was painless and pleasurable for both, and not just for him.

The stretching burn you were feeling eased after a while. It still stinged a little, but it wasn’t a bad type of feeling. Slowly but surely, it was transforming into a different type of heat, the kind that spread through your abdomen and got you to spasm around Harry’s fingertips.

He was going to make you cum if he kept on doing what he was doing…

Which he didn't.

He stopped right before you got there.

You stared up at him in confusion, right before you started glancing around to make sure no one was walking out of one of the buildings or approaching the bus. “What- what happened? Why did you stop?”

“Stop with what, hm?” That feeling of disorientation pervaded your mind for a moment, but reality set in once he started re-tucking your jeans back into place with a self-satisfied smile on his lips.

This was it.

He was done.

“That was a cute little warm up, wasn't it?” He shamelessly asked as he zipped up your fly. “It's a shame it had to end so abruptly… you seemed to be enjoying yourself... but don't get me wrong, this has been good fun for me too.”

With nothing to say or do, you just stood there astounded. You were torn between sobbing out of frustration, seeking an explanation, and simply leaving without uttering another word. It wasn't like whatever decision you made mattered anyway since none of those options would accomplish you anything.

The mess had already been made.

You shouldn't have allowed this to happen, and shouldn't have enjoyed it, but you did. It would have been much smarter to put a stop to things right the moment Harry kissed you but, despite the circumstances, you couldn't bring yourself to do it… and now, after everything he'd already done, he was ridiculing you.

When you looked at him again, you noticed that all of the traces of humor that had been gracing his features had dissipated. His gaze felt like steel, harsh and bitterly cold. “You should go. Niall's waiting for you, remember?”

His chest got shoved back by your clasped fists. “You’re an asshole!”

He tried to grab your wrists, but you shoved his chest again. It was enough to make him back down, although he still managed to get a hold of your arm. He used that to keep you from leaving. “I may be.” He spoke right in your ear. “Now you know what it feels like to be left stranded. I hope you fucking liked it as much as I fucking did.”

PART 2

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getvalentined · 2 months

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Character ask game: #3, #48, #49 Vincent Valentine, of course!

What first drew you to this character?

What drew me to Vincent in the first place is a bit convoluted and very silly, but also I was like 12 when the OG came out so bear with me here.

So my mom has ADHD and only discovered this in the past couple years, meaning she spent her entire life trying to accommodate a condition she didn't realize she had, and this led to some "weird" choices—one of the most notable of which was literally color-coding her children.

I have five siblings, and we were all assigned a color to make it easier to tell what belonged to who. Older sister: green. Older brother: navy blue. Younger sister: purple, which was also her first word. Younger brother: sky blue. Baby sister: turquoise, because our folks tried pink but she rejected it from like 6 months old.

My color, if you hadn't guessed, was red.

What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?

This is hard to answer because Vincent's design, while being very distinct, is also really...transient, I wanna say? Most of his iconic physical features are temporary, they're clothing or accessories, we don't get to see a lot of him.

I really love Vincent's hair, but I always have the most fun drawing his eyes, so we'll go with that.

What’s your favorite personality trait in this character?

I actually really love Vincent's sense of responsibility. It's gotten him into trouble (that is literally how he wound up in his current condition in the first place) but it's also the only thing that drives him forward at any point in his entire storyline. He has trouble keeping it from bleeding out into guilt, sure, but without that sense of responsibility he never would have gotten out of his coffin in the first place.

I know he gets a lot of shit for being callow and weak-willed and dramatic, people call him obsessive for what happened with Lucrecia and stupid for just kinda staying in a coffin for decades while the world burned down around him, but I think that's doing him a disservice.

Vincent put himself to rest out of the same sense of responsibility as what got him killed in the first place. His presence, as far as he's concerned, is what caused everything to go wrong. He believed that he drove Lucrecia into a relationship with Hojo by coming on too strong, he believed that Sephiroth was his child and therefore he was to blame for giving Project S its lead subject, he believed that his inability to stop them from creating a monster is why he didn't pass on after Hojo shot him—he genuinely believed that the Lifestream rejected him, that what he'd done was so horrible that even Gaia couldn't forgive him.

So when he was locked away, he stayed. If no one ever found him, he couldn't hurt anyone else. He couldn't do any more damage to the world that he's been damned to haunt for the rest of time. In hiding, Vincent was removing himself as a mitigating factor in the continued hardship of the world at large, because he already felt responsible for causing so much harm. He thought he was doing the right thing, he thought he was protecting everyone else, he thought he was keeping the few loved ones he might have left safe.

He was wrong—but if he weren't, there's no denying that it would have been the right decision.

(From the honest favorite character ask game.)

#headcanon warning #kinda #vincent valentine #ask game

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the-moth-from-elsewhere · 7 months

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Oh, I guess I should introduce myself now

I completely forgot to make an introductory pin thingy, so here’s a verrrry long mess of an intro that you should probably skip if you value your time lol. Will edit as needed.

About me, the human(?)

Current hyperfixation: Madoka Magica

Name: I go by Elsewhere, here.

Gender: Cis Female (she/her exclusively)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Age: Teenager, minor

Disagnoses: ASD, UDD, UAD.

Hobbies: art, fandom, writing, reading, being a chaos, blasting music, asking very dumb questions in tumblr

The kind of stuff you’ll find on this blog: Random thoughts, random memes, random fandom stuff, whatever the heck I feel like, moths, random art, tons and tons of polls I love polls

My a e s t h e t I c : Some unholy combination of Cottagecore, Crow/Goblincore, changelingcore, Yami Kawaii, Kawaii, pastel goth, casual goth, gothic Lolita, fairycore, “dreamy kei”, and mental illness

Country: USA. Or the void. Who knows?

DNI: MAPs, MAP supporters, zoophiles

FAQ about this mess:

“Will you talk about politics/drama?”

I prefer not to get into political fights, as all people are entitled to an opinion and bickering on the internet helps no one. However, I will occasionally pipe up on “clear cut” or trivial issues. (Ex: MAPS are bad. Stuff like that.)

“Trivial issues?”

I will argue about stupid random stuff like cheese flavor lol. Because it’s funny and nobody gets hurt.

“Religion?”

Christian, though I am very against forcing any kind of belief system on anyone. Humans have the right of free will. Treat people like the humans they are.

“If you’re Christian, do you support people like JW and LDS?”

“Christian” cults are terrible. JW and LDS are not Biblical and never have been. Their practices and the way they treat their members is horrible.

“Are you a f u r r y ?”

No. But I do occasionally dabble in Anthro characters and such, and do like a smattering of furry artists/animators

“Are you a therian?”

Nope

“Are you an uwu gamer egirl”

*confused terror noises*

“Nicknames?”

I’m fine with those! Just nothing mean 😅

“DMs? Asks?”

I’m alright with DMs! If you’re tagged as mature/are an adult above 18-19, I’m going to be pretty apprehensive tho. It’s not your fault, just…the internet is dangerous, yunno? As for asks, PLEASE ASK ME THINGS, I LOVE BEING ASKED THINGS

“Do you write fanfic?”

No…..at least, not yet :3

“Wanna join my discord?”

My apologies, I cannot…

Random facts:

My favorite animals are moths, cats, foxes, and…many, many more.

My favorite moth is the Luna Moth, but I also like Rosy Maples and Death’s head moths.

I have glasses

My character color is Lilac

My other favorite colors are pink, black, turquoise, blue…almost anything pastel….so freaking many oh my gosh-

my favorite musical artist is PinnoccioP!

FANDOM TIME

THE STUFF I LIKE A WHOLE LOT/THE STUFF YOU’LL PROBABLY SEE THE MOST

Puella Magi Madoka Magica/Magia Record

-Favorite character: Walpurgisnacht

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Kuroe, Mami Tomoe, Iroha Tamaki, Alina Grey, the Amanes, Kuro (game), Mitama

-Favorite ship: None, I’m not really into Pmmm shipping. Kyosuke kinda sucks tho Sayaka deserves better.

-Have any OCs?: Only a few…

Murder Drones

-Favorite characters: N, Doll, Uzi

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Tessa, V, Lizzy

-Favorite Ship: NUzi

-Have any OCs?: Nope.

Vocaloid

-Favorite character: Miku

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Luka, Len, Rin, Gumi, Kaito, Mayu, Una, VFlower, Maika

-Favorite ship: None, although the internet is slowly convincing me to like LenxMiku for some reason lol

-Any OCs?: No.

-Favorite producers?: PinnoccioP, DECO*27, Mitchie M, Kikuo, I occasionally like MARETU.

STUFF YOU’LL SEE PRETTY OFTEN

Splatoon Series

-Favorite character: Dedf1sh/Acht

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Eight, Captain 3, the Squid sisters, Marina

-Favorite ship: None.

-Have any OCs?: Yes! Many! A few include Periwinkle the shy angst girl, Scarlet the autistic mess, and Varuka the tired sanitized scientist.

Hollow Knight

-Favorite character: Lost Kin and Isma

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Ghost, Hornet, THK, The Radiance sometimes, The White Lady, the Unnamed vessels, Menderbug, the sad miner bug I’m completely blanking on the name of aaaaaa, and Perdita the Braava

-Favorite ship: None.

-Have any OCs?: Nope. I do have AU versions of some of the characters tho

Percy Jackson-verse

-Favorite characters: Percy Jackson, Leo

-Other favorites in no particular order: Annabeth, Calypso, Grover, Hestia, I do like me some chaos gremlin Poseidon sometimes, Will is ok

Favorite ship: Percabeth, Calypso and Leo

-Have any OCs?: No, not planning on it

STUFF THAT MIGHT SHOW UP SOMETIMES BUT NOT VERY MUCH. I still like all of these a good bit tho.

Doki Doki Literature Club!

-Favorite characters: Sayori and Yuri, but I love all of them

-Favorite ship: None

-OCs?: Nah.

Just Monika <3

Warrior Cats

-Favorite characters: So, so many… Um, I like Squilf. And Jayfeather. Oh, and I really like Spottedleaf and think she was done so dirty and she could’ve been written much much better

-Favorite ship: None in particular. I like Squilf x “Shrewpaw but alive” because Squilf deserves a better love interest and Shrewpaw deserves to freaking exist

-OCs?: Yes! A good few.

Wings of Fire

-Favorite characters: Moonwatcher, Glory, Turtle, Qibli, Blue, Cricket

-Favorite ships: Moonbli (but I won’t bicker on the internet about it, I understand the merits of the rest of this triangle), Blicket

-Opinion on Glorybringer and the rest of the problems: Glorybringer could be good but that age gap is a serious concern if not a downright dealbreaker. W.O.F. is very flawed.

-Favorite tribes?: Silkwings, Rainwings, SeaWings, Leafwings, HYBRIDS XD -OCs?: No, but I would like to have some. I do plan on making some adopts :3

Miraculous Ladybug (Ironically. I’m just here for the insane party that is this fandom. This show is terrible but I can’t stop watching it someone pls h a l p -)

-Favorite characters: ADRIEN AND NATHTALIE AND THAT’S BASICALLY IT…I also like Ladybug sometimes but I go back and forth on her a lot.

-Favorite ship: The love square. Aaaaaaaa-

-OCs?: No.

A Hat in Time

-Favorite character: Moonjumper

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Hat Kid, Snatcher, Vanessa, Mustache Girl

-Favorite ship: None

-Vanessa should get a redemption arc I’m not sorry

Yandere Simulator

-Favorite character: Miku girl lol

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Osana, Senpai/Taro (he deserves better than this mess), all the nice/decent rivals, Ai Doruyashi (she should have lived), Kokona

-Absolutely hate: Mida Rana, the freaking developer, Info-chan

-Do you support Yanderedev?: No. He’s done really bad crap, and I don’t even really like most of the game. I just like some of the characters and the really creative parts of the fandom

-favorite ship: None

Red Queen

-Favorite character: Maven HE DESERVES BETTER THE NARRATIVE DID HIM SO DIRTY

-other favorites: Cal, also deserves better

-Notes: This book series is a mess and I don’t even really like it I just think Maven and Cal are cool and that’s it. All you’re going to get from me on this series is angry rants about how Maven could’ve had such a cool redemption arc and they ruined him and how cool Cal is.

Slime Rancher

-Favorite character: Beatrix!

-Other favorites: Mochi, Casey (10/10), Ogden, bOb

-Favorite ship: Bea and Casey Ofc they are precious

-Favorite slime: Tangles, tabbies, Puddles, Flutters, The cute bat ones, the cute bunny ones, phosphors, yolks, I love them alllll qvq

-OCs?: Yes, actually!

Pokemon

-Favorite character: So many- I like Iono a lot!

-Other favorites: Nemona, FREAKING VOLTAGE MIKU, Lilith, Misty, Selena, and more!

-Partner Pokemon: Rosa the Roserade from Sword

-Who do I ship Ash with: Selena, easy.

Pretty Cure

-Favorite character: Cure Happy, Cure Beauty, Cure Spade

-Favorite cure teams: Pretty cure Smile, Doki Doki, and Futari Wa

-Notes: Pretty cure was my hecking childhood man I love Smile

Dang, that all was a lot- o.o

Alts: @myownquieterworld for when I’m sad/poetic lol

#lol #hi tumblr #tumblr #i tried #intro post #introduction #introductory post #blog post #blog intro

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since some people are actually interested, i will do it:

hair dyes and alex' most educated opinion of them

(all pictures are photos of the hair dye in question, i am unfortunately not in a condition to describe them better for now)

sante's plant based hair dye in black

disappointing. i can't read apparently because i noticed too late that it was for dark brown till i was home and opened it. smelled like herbal tea. my mum used to use this when i was a kid and i nearly threw up from the smell. i didn't put it in my hair. 3/10

syoss' blueish black

does what it promises. no way to control the portion sizes, so i always had to throw away about half of the bottle because i didn't need thatuch for my short hair. the smell is trying and failing to kill your respiratory tract. the hair has a nice shimmer in the sunlight, and it doesn't fade. easy to apply. 7/10

manic panic's 30 volume bleach kit (i know this isn't a hair dye technically)

the only bleach i bothered to remember the ne of that didn't come industry sized packages. it starts to burn slightly at around minute 15, increases the burning for about 10 minutes and then stays at that level. not nice,but could be worse. all five of my hair dye brushes come from those kits. there's also a plastic bowl that's completely useless inside. my hair went from black to a reddish white-blond in about 45 minutes. is a bit more successful in its attacks on your lungs. 6/10

manic panic's electric lizard

i might be biased but this is the best color you could put in your hair. you're easy to find, it's slightly fluorescent and it won't clash with anyone's skin tone. it works in combination with black (hey ecoanarchist flag) or on its own (enough to make anti-flag decide to ask you to model for their instagram story). i need to redye after about 4 weeks of normal inside/outside behaviour, or two weeks of festival, but i can't recommend it enough for festivals. you'll never lose your group again and look fabulous. also it smells only very faintly, and you're hands are more or less clean if you wash them fast enough. 10/10

manic panic's atomic turquoise

a bit more blue in the beginning than i hoped for (neon green was sold out so i bought this as a second best). went more in a green direction as it faded. the assistant manager at the edeka i worked at told me it was the best hair colour i ever had. i disagree, it made me look a bit like i'd support a cdu/afd coalition. also the nazi security guy there liked it. also the colour is more or less impossible to get out by bleaching and dying it another color. redye after 6-8 weeks. 8/10

headshot's toxic absinth

green in theory, turquoise in praxis. it gets more blue with every time you wash your hair, so if you wanna keep a deep forest green, never wash it again. it doesn't do well against residues of the aforementioned turquoise, and only stayed green for a week at most. it will look cool, but not how you want it. also kinda boring on its own, looks better with a few light streaks (or purple). 5/10

manic panic's mystic heather

if you wanna look like the joker with a mohawk for two weeks, follow these steps:

1. have mohawk

2. split dye with black involved

3. decide you want more color but worry about green and red clashing as the black leaves a bit of red when bleached

4. order two hair dyes from manic panic

5. get half your money back, they don't have dark green anymore

6. bleach everything and put this over the formerly black side

7. enjoy

it looked great for 1.5 weeks and then streaks began to go mouse brown. too much redying to be worth it. 6/10

manic panic's cotton candy pink

this wasn't in my hair but my partners. feels nice on the hands, doesn't smell bad, but your hair needs to be really fucking light to have this work. their hair was orangey before and salmon coloured after. this salmon color left us soon after, too, and it became an orangey yellow. wasn't my hair tho and they liked the colour, so 7/10

soon to be added: voodoo forest by manic panic

#hair dyes #spike spoke

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psychxpxthic · 1 year

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

what’s your phone wallpaper: A drawing I made of my evil mad scientist oc Cornelius (Dr.)Crawford

last song you listened to: Icehouse- Electric Blue

currently reading: Other people's RP replies / past RPs ? I do not read books. But I should⸺ Kinda wanna check out ' the only good Indians ' By Stephen Grahm Jones as I heard it was supposed to be a good horror // thriller book.

last movie: I don't really watch movies, tv shows, etc... I genuinely cannot remember. I THINK it was Wendell & Wild, whenever that first came out.

craving: BOLOGNESE

what are you wearing right now: boxer briefs. yep. thats it HWUWHAHAAH

how tall are you?: 5'1" // 5'2" ? ONE of the two

piercings / tattoos ?: NOPE but I would like to get some tattoos, want some tattoo sleeves that reflects things I like. I enjoy the oldies, so I'd like a tattoo on my arm that is in color and as it goes up becomes grayscale. I also would like to have a super realistic tattoo of my skin looking torn open with mechanics underneath it. A man can dream-

glasses? contacts?: neither.

last thing you ate?: Mango slices for a snack

favorite color(s): blue, gold, turquoise, black, silver. Some reds

current obsession: Writing and drawing; its all I really do.

any pets: I have a tort cat named Smudge, she's the apple of my eye and I also have a boa constrictor ( more specifically a jungle / black eye boa morph ) named Ezra. He's actually going through one of his sheds as we speak so I'm excited for that.

do you have a crush right now?: nope

favorite fictional character: Can't think of any at the moment. Lets just say Wario- he has his priorities set. MONEY, money, more money. I LIKE MONEY TOO⸺ look at that! WHUAAHAHAHA

last place you traveled: Florida to visit grandparents, was very nice ______________________________________________________________ Tagged by. @fyndid Tagging. YOU, YES YOU RIGHT THERE! I TAG YOU

#;;𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋; ooc #;; 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 #Speaking of-- I wish I DIDNT WORK TOMORROW cause I wanna DRAW #I didnt get to draw for two or three days now and its killing me #but least I wrote so not all is lost

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dru-reblogs-stuff · 2 years

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Catch-up Tag

I got tagged by both @buttsmcginty and @lavender-hued-melancholy Thanks guys <3

Favorite color: Currently it's turquoise, because I recently found about the Blue Dacnis. Look at this critter! Isn't it stunning?

Credit: By Andreas Trepte - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0

Currently reading: Butterflies in November by Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir (and probably some others I forgot about ^.^;) . I'm enjoying it so far but it's a bit... bleak. Honestly, I should have expected that, given it's an icelandic author about icelandic life.

Last song: The last one I Scrobbled was My Mother Told Me by VoicePlay. However the Gent likes to cook to music, and we had a "90's summer playlist" running, so in actually my last song was probably something from the BackStreet Boys or Aqua.

Last series: Currently watching through Castlevania. I usually get ratty about watching vampire things, because their so samey and tame, but anime vampires just kinda hit different. Also the MC being voiced by Richard Armitage doesn't hurt ;)

Last movie: Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl. IDK, I was feeling nostalgic I guess. I poured myself a 4-shot of rum, and coincidentally finished the glass just as Jack says "but why is the rum gone?" XD

Sweet/spicy/savory: Right now, sweet. I picked up a cold in Denmark, so my tastebuds are shot and sweet is all I can taste.

Currently working on: I'm writing two Starbound WIPs. The first (almost finished) is about a Greenfinger telling her clan a story using pheromones; the second (just started) is about being stuck on a desert island and all the things you can do with pineapple.

Tagging: YOU! (I still don't have a general games tag list, so like, if you see this and wanna play, go for it)

#tag game #catch up tag

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humaforever · 3 years

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Colors/A Huma Fanfiction

When Harry met Uma she wore purple and black. Probably because that was the pallet of colors she had. But it changed shortly after he met her. He never thought much of it, just her branding herself as her own person and not just Ursula's daughter. But maybe there was a reason for it.

A lot of VKs took their parents colors and based their wardrobe on that. It was a way to show people who they were messing with. Just by seeing Mal's purple, green, and black outfits you would know she was Maleficent's daughter and steer clear of that. The hook children all wore their fathers signature red coat so everyone knew exactly who they were. But Uma was different, she didn't wear purple and black. Or at least not for very long, not for very long at all. Her branded color was very curious though. No one really knew why she chose those colors. The people closest to her just thought it was from her love of the ocean, and really it kind of was.

When she chose these colors they also chose her. Those who had magic in their veins, the ones whose parents had used magic, had a very interesting ability. When they were young children, when they attached themselves to a color the color did the same and their hair changed. This how Mal had purple hair, how Evie had dark navy blue hair, and how Uma had Teal, turquoise hair. Because that's how she wanted it.

Harry loved everything about it though. He loved how perfectly it contrasted against her skin, giving her a beautiful glow. He loved how even though her eyes weren't blue they were still brought out by the vibrant green/blue. He loved how fierce it made her look. He really loved how it reminded him of the ocean. But what he loved most is that it was so uniquely her and it made him feel safe. Whenever, wherever he was, when he saw that color he felt safe, he felt happy.

Everyone knew this was HER color. So it was quite odd when Evie started asking about everyone's favorite colors, like isn't it obvious. The princess had decided that Uma and Mal's crews needed to do more socializing and get to know each other better. Even if it was just the simple stuff.

So that's how they ended up here. In the living room of Mal and Ben's castle, each telling different, interesting facts about themselves. Evie for some reason decided each person needed to tell the group their favorite colors.

"Why don't we start with you Gil" Evie said

"Oh, uh I like brown. Oh and yellow, and black. Pinks pretty too. Orange is nice. I like all the colors, my favorite is maybe yellow. No, brown. No, yellow. Yeah yellow" Gil explained very befuddled

"Nice I like yellow too" Evie replied sweetly, being very patient with Gil "And you Harry?"

"What do you think princess?" Harry said annoyed

"C'mon Harry"

Harry sighed deeply, rolling his eyes. "Crimson. Happy?"

Evie nodded in reply "And you Uma"

Uma also sighed, but decided to answer so the conversation would be over quickly. "I like green, when it almost looks blue. And I like blue, when its almost green. So Teal, aqua, turquoise. Whatever you wanna call it." Uma stated

"Question" Mal piped up from her spot on the couch. "Why did you choose that color? I always wondered?" Mal asked Uma

"Cause I like it" Uma stated simply

"Yes I gathered that much, I was wondering if there was a real symbolic meaning behind it" Mal said

Uma shrugged "it makes me feel safe...and happy"

Harry furrowed his brow at her. He felt the same way about the color because it reminded him of Uma. Uma always made him happy. But he couldn't help but wonder why it made Uma feel "safe and happy."

"Wow, great explanation" Mal said sarcastically but decided to drop the topic.

"Wait, Why?" Harry said his thoughts aloud the words kinda just coming out of his mouth.

Uma looked him in the eyes and cocked her head to the side confused by his question.

"Sorry... Nevermind" Harry said looking back at her.

Although it was a stupidly simple question they had never talked about their "favorite colors." Probably because they were fighting and watching their backs every second of every day. Probably because they lived on the isle and even talk like that would be considered weak. But she was his best friend, it would still be nice to talk about this stuff, even if it was so stupidly simple.

"Whatever" Uma waved him off

Evie then continued with her little game and that's how the night went on. It was actually nice catching up with their new friends. Although none of them would ever say it, it was a very enjoyable evening.

It would only be months later, when Harry figured out a deeper meaning behind her favorite color. Months later when they were "officially" dating.

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"Uma" Harry said smiling at Uma looking her in the eyes

"Harry" Uma said looking back

They were currently out at the beach. Not a lot of people were there, especially at the spot they were at. They weren't going to call it a date because they had invited Gil, but he was busy. But yeah, it was a date.

"You know Uma we're pretty lucky" Harry said brushing his hand through the sand

"What do you mean?" Uma asked

"I mean, not a lot of people can say they've known each other for as long as we have. The fact that I can say I've known you for my whole life is pretty awesome. The fact that I've not wasted a whole lot of my life looking for you, but spending it with you." Harry said smiling

"Yeah" Uma trailed off "look at the sunset Harry"

It was a beautiful sight. Something they never got to see on the isle.

"Look at where the sun meets the ocean. The reason for your favorite color. That iridescent blue." Harry said

"That's not the reason for my favorite color" Uma said

"The ocean?" Harry questioned

"No" Uma responded "Well kinda"

"Do tell" Harry said curiously

"When we were on the isle it was in my blood to be drawn to the ocean, I yearned for it the day I was born. But as you know there was hardly any water, definitely not enough to call an 'ocean.' But I still saw the ocean as my home and like I was just far, far away from that home." Uma stated, Harry listening intently. "But then I met you. I took one look at your eyes and I knew you were my ocean. The home I'd been searching for." Uma looked at Harry. "The way your eyes are blue but they seem green, or maybe they're green and they look blue. I never knew, but that little area where the two colors intersect, it's beautiful. That color made me feel Happy, it made me feel safe, so I made it mine. So I would always be reminded that I had a little piece of the thing I yearned for most. Guess that's another good thing about knowing you my whole life" Uma said smiling

Harry was quite shocked by this confession. Feelings were still new to them and this seemed like a lot, all at once.

"I love the color too. Because it reminds me of you, because your what I yearn for." Harry said

Uma knew this. Uma knew Harry was drawn to her as any pirate would be drawn to the sea. They were two people that loved the sea.

"Promise me something Harry" Uma said

"Anything" Harry replied

"You'll always be my ocean"

"Always"

As odd as that sounded, both knew exactly the depth of that statement and what it truly meant. So they would forever keep that promise.

#huma #fluffy.

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wm-paintbrush · 2 years

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So you're letting me pick? ... *laughs maniacally* THAT WAS A BAD IDEA HUN ---------------------------------------- So i have alot of ocs actually- and alot of sonas also from the past, present, future- so excuse me but you GAVE ME PERMISSION TO GUSH. But to keep you sane, i'm gonna skip over most of the "dead" characters Savvy is one of 4+ characters that i absolutely still adore, and keep in my little oc-world A grey to red and reddish pink color pallette, fennec fox-plushie. I mainly inspired her personality of the vibe i give off to any newcomers- and well- she also has 1 different form that i previously called "Darkus" for some reason Void is the next, a white to turquoise and cyan color pallette, glitchy fox. I think she's kinda like the vibe after you've known me for awhile? But that might have changed- all i know is she glitchy and cool lmfao Also previously shown to melt, might keep that Mayah and Daeva simultaneously are Bacterial Contamination Cats Because DAMN if being edgy wasn't enough, add the spooks! and stabs Enough of the jokes though, Mayah is the one with a scarf and is overall shy for some fucking reason and Daeva is an edgelord due to- well i'll mention them later. Both are (darker) grey and red with possible pink/white stingers... idk yet it's been a while! Molse, who i actually felt like should have kept the albino-mouse-rat species, might become a rabbit later on. White-black-red and neutral. Smol boi lmfao. Might have been a victim to either Mayah or Daeva- I forgot the name of this one, probably was too complex- I have a molecule-alcohol-dog character and i think they're absolutely NOICE! Might have to explore this character more so their story could begin showing to me. I have a few others somewhere but those are the most interesting... But i bet you wanna know that guy who corrupted Daeva, didn't cha? Corrupto is currently their/his name, and currently is a loose runaway corruption. Took a liking to Daeva, but.. they still are a fuckass even if that liking exists (= Oh and they probably will stay like that until showing a clear sign of redemption muahahahaha i'm evil Now for some of the interesting ones Starting of with another corruption who'se previous host i won't say.. We have my little experimental creature, Vortex! They're a little mess, learning as they go. But man, they're a BIT different from the others, and fun to draw for some reason. Btw both corruptions are black (white or red) goopsters lmfao Honorable mentions before the ones i've drawn more often: Pencil [AU], kinda child and bean, might not be innocent deep down though. Zodiac dream demon, and of course you already have the possible right guess at who their origins deprive from. That one roomba and (grappling+something else) gun who if i draw more often, will be to background tests or other fun shit Emma and that one sign, two characters i entirely made up just from the game and previous arg that i love(d) as fuck [Changed | Pooche and Pansy] Now excuse me, but i wanna talk about Tempus! That one bibically accurate angel looking clock! I love that one. A time entity who i'm starting to suspect might be related to Painty over there- Also they have a cracked side of glass for some reason?? Hmmm.. Well i obviously know why for that one, but go ahead and theorize. Also i haven't choosen their colors yet but they have a tail, lmfao- that's mostly all Chi, who i might be mashing up with the other heart character in a weirdcore post, is my little emotion/soul demon who started of as a pure vent character but now might just be an emotionally unstable bean. Can't decide if they're blue or purple, but otherwise i just love my little heart fello <3 Also she chills around PaintBrush cause yes. And PaintBrush, my dearie self, multidimensional zodiac dream demon! Creative, unpredictable, and matched to my chaotic personality, and i absolutely love her so much i swear to axol- Um anyways, she is really respecting and caring, but can lose herself to demonic senses and also emotions (cause i lose myself to emotions sometimes

no cap) and might or might not have been- [spoilers] Also she's friends with a Bill cipher, how perfect, totally not the same Bill cipher that hangs around me. And i think that's most that i can gush about.. for now. If it sounds like i rambled then sorry, but.. not sorry agDSGOPIEOSPRHI- Anyway this is from a while ago, but shows alot of the characters i've talked about here. NOW MERRY CHRISTMAS SHOOKAS

#Savvy [OC]#Void [OC]#Mayah and Daeva [OC]#Molse [OC]#and just alot of #oc #characters #which also includes:#Corrupto and Vortex [OC]#Pencil [AU/OC]#Shoutout to that Roomba and Grappling/Thing Gun #which- are also ocs like #Emma [Why do i have her? I do not know]#Tempus [That Clock OC]#Chi [OC]#AND PAINTBRUSH [OC]#WOW THAT WAS ALOT OF TAGS AND ME GUSHING AND RAMBLING ABOUT #THANKS FOR ASKING AND HOPE TO SEE YOU AROUND MORE ASK GAMES #*DIES*

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lillabeast · 4 years

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Order Feast

This took a week to write and its kinda rushed but oh well. Chismest is having their annual feast and Miriam and Audrey decide to celebrate with Kawn and Boni. (there is some bardriam so hecc,,)

Audrey woke up to a heavenly smell wafting through the air. She was sprawled across her cot in her shed. She should order a better bed because her back was killing her and she did not get consistent sleep. She realized that the sun had barely even started to rise. She brought her attention back to the aroma. It smelled of pastries and donuts, and boy was she hungry. She got up, cursing herself for sticking with a cot this long and got ready for the day. She grabbed her boots and gloves and put on her scabbard and sword. Lastly, she wrapped her beloved golden scarf around her neck, giving off a dramatic flair as the ends fluttered down.

She headed out the door and went immediately to the chicken coop and grabbed the bag of chicken feed and filled up the feed bucket for her beloved chicken Marmalade. The hen was fast asleep, so She continued to where the smell was coming from: Kawn’s House.

She opened the door and was greeted to the sight of a table with plates full of the most gorgeous pastries she had ever set her eyes on. She couldn’t remember the name of any of them but they looked delicious. Immediately, she went over and tried to grab one, but suddenly…

“Audrey NO!”

Audrey immediately stopped and looked over, it was kawn. They were wearing their greenish-white long sleeved shirt, but their capelet and cap were still on the hat rack. Instead they were wearing a green apron that matched his pants. They weren’t wearing any hat, but they had a hair net on. They looked kinda ridiculous like that.

“Kawn? What the heck are you doing??”

“It’s almost Lights’ Eve! I’m making pastries to bring for everyone when we start setting up the tree!”

“...What?” Audrey had no idea what any of that meant, but Kawn had an exhausted look on their face.

“...Did...Did I not tell you?” Kawn looked confused and stressed.

“...No.”

“Oh Eya’s sweet chords…” Kawn paced a bit messing with his apron.

“That means I prolly didn’t tell Mim!! Ouugh I don’t have a ride to Chismest!!”

“...Can I have a pastry?”

“Wh- I mean… That is really important to the holiday… but… Oh! Here, have one of these, I was practicing these for Light’s eve and I was just going to give them to the mayor as a gift!” Kawn proceeded to pull out a plate of these triangular shaped donuts with a cinnamon sugar glaze smeared upon the treat. Audrey quickly snatched one up.

“Aw heck yeah now you’re talking!” she proceeded to take a bite and was shocked by the fact it was cream filled. She looked at the cream as she finished her bite, The cream had blue and red dye swirling within, it wasn’t fully mixed to be purple. There was also a fruity filling.

“Wh-”

“It’s a light cake!” Kawn beamed, proud of their work. “The Baron family is in charge of hosting Order’s feast, Boni is the bard of Chismest so They’re resting til the feast! As the only one who remembers how to make Light cakes in my family, It is my duty to make them.” kawn was now bouncing slightly, excited to share their family tradition with Audrey.

“Wait, your last name is Baron?” Audrey choked back a laugh as she finished her light cake.

“Uhm… Ye?” Kawn tilted their head slightly.

Audrey swallowed her donut. “How did you not know that The Baron was your Dad??”

“...Well Baron is a title, I didn’t think it was his real name.”

“Ok yeah that’s fair.” Audrey thought for a moment. “Hey, can i come with you to the feast?”

Kawn’s face lit up. “Yeah!! It’ll be so much fun!! You can help set up the tree in the town centre!!”

“Alright I’ll go get Miriam to get you to Chismest, She can come back and pick me up.”

“Wait I thought you could fast travel?”

“Eh I wanna experience a broom ride.”

She would soon regret her decision.

She was miles in the sky, clinging to Miriam for dear life. Miriam had the biggest smug grin on her face, probably enjoying the panic audrey was in.

“Wow, so much for the ‘Brave hero!’” She cackled.

Audrey couldn’t find the strength to reply. Instead she just held onto Miriam tighter.

Miriam’s smirk grew, and she turned to the terrified ex-Hero.

“We’re almost there, better hold on tight!” she called, with the most devilish grin anyone had seen.

Audrey whimpered in fear, and managed to tighten her hold on Miriam. The witch was surprised she could even breathe at this point. She was living for it.

She pointed the broom down and dove towards the town below. Audrey let out a loud and shrill shriek of terror as she squinted her eyes close, waiting for the nightmare to be over.

Suddenly Audrey heard a malicious cackle.

Audrey opened her eyes to see that she was in the town centre, no one was there yet but there was a table that had all the sweets that kawn made. The witch was cackling so hard that Audrey questioned if she even had lungs. She would have yelled at her, or have gotten angry, but she was still shaking like a leaf. She shakily and carefully got off the broom, and silently thanked Eya for letting the broom ride end quickly.

Suddenly the two heard singing. It was a very beautiful duet, a wordless melody that drifted through the air. The Ex-Hero and The Witch looked over to see Kawn, and their sibling Boni.

Boni was a tall and fairly buff figure, and they wore a light cyan sweater, a sea green apron, and turquoise pants. Their beanie was knitted from hand and was the same turquoise as the pants, though its brim was a bluish green. The beanie was also decorated with a single red flower with a yellow inside.

Audrey pondered if they were like Kawn and just had a multitude of the same outfits because that is the exact same outfit Boni wore when they first met in the Lumber town in Xia-Tian.

However, Kawn wasn’t wearing their usual outfit, instead they were wearing a spring green sweater, their hand knitted beanie was a darker green but with a mint brim. The pants matched the color of the beanie. Both of the siblings were wearing boots designed for cold weather and thick leather gloves. Audrey and Miriam noted that, despite Kawn being 5’7” tall (taller than the two of them) they looked short next to their older sibling who was 6’7”.

Boni and Kawn seemed to be lost in their song, joyously walking to the town Centre. Suddenly, Kawn let out an excited squeak and ran over to their friends. Audrey barely had any time to react to Kawn running over and hugging her, before they turned to Miriam and offered a hug. Miriam was glad that Kawn learned that she hated surprise hugs, but she was a tad jealous of the running hug Audrey got. She decided not to dwell on it and hugged The Bard, who sang out a short and sweet melody.

Kawn backed off and smiled at the two.

“How was your flight?”

Miriam smirked evilly.

“Oh it was just fantastic.”

“Ugh… I’m sticking to fast travel.” Audrey groaned.

Kawn felt like something happened, but before they could ask, Boni stepped up.

“Bitty? What is she doing here?” they asked. They were glaring down at The Ex-Hero that burnt their sibling to a crisp. They weren’t as forgiving as Kawn.

Audrey shrunk under the glare of the giant bard, she was sure her days were numbered.

“I uhm...I’m just-”

“Audrey and Miriam are here to celebrate with us!” Kawn quickly piped up. They seemed oblivious to the tension, and Audrey was about to suggest she go home to Langtree when Kawn continued.

“Why don’t you go get check if everyone is ready to set up the tree?” Miriam could tell kawn was panicking, their breathing had sped up a bit. She had gotten used to the small signs that showed they were upset.

Boni gave Audrey a tired glare before looking back at Kawn. “yeah that sounds like a good idea…” They gave a slight smile and headed off.

Kawn sat there for a second, and Miriam watched their breathing slow back down to a normal pace.

“Guess Bon-bon hasn’t forgiven you huh?” The bard gave a nervous chuckle.

“Can you blame them?” Miriam sneered, “You remember what Audrey did to you, and I know for a fact it still hurts!”

“Wait what!? Are we sure it’s not infected??” Audrey was now extremely concerned as she tried to check the scar.

“W-Woah Hey no no I’m fine!!” Kawn held the sweater down and hopped back, they were still smiling but even Audrey could tell that they were uncomfortable. “It doesn’t hurt Miriam!” They gave Miriam their best attempt at a comforting smile.

Miriam cocked an eyebrow, “Bet.” She grabbed some snow and rolled it into a ball and aimed for their chest.

“Woah WOAH WOAH HEY NOW LET”S TALK ABOUT THIS” Kawn started to sprint as the witch started to chase them on their broom.

Audrey watched the two run around the town square, Miriam was now using magick to form and chuck snowballs at the bard. While that chaos was happening, Audrey noticed a group of people. Well… “group.” It was three people, one of which being Boni. The other two were shorter than them but were also strong looking. One was carrying a pine tree, another was carrying lights, and Boni was carrying a generator for the lights.

Suddenly, the adrenaline from the broom ride wore off, and it prolly wasn’t helping that she had terrible sleep and an aching back, so it was no wonder Audrey suddenly felt exhausted. Kawn noticed this and was going to go over to check on her, but was pelted by a snowball.

“Ack!” the bard brushed off the snow from their head, “Audrey? You Ok?” Miriam frowned a bit, watching the hero.

“Ouuughh…” The hero groaned, before face-planting into the snow.

“AUDREY!!!!” Kawn ran over to their fallen friend.

“Mmmmsnnzzzz…”

“Oh…” Kawn frowned. “She must not have slept well last night.”

“We should just leave her there.”

“Miiiim! That’s mean!”

The commotion drew the attention of the older bard, who walked over and looked down at Audrey. They didn’t like Audrey, but they didn’t want her to catch a cold out here.

“You can take her to my room, you can put her in the guest room you’re using.” Boni sighed. Kawn nodded and struggled to pick their friend up. Boni may or may not have forgotten that Kawn wasn’t as strong as them. The younger bard slowly stumbled off with the sleepy adventurer to Boni’s house.

Boni sighed when Kawn left earshot, “I don’t understand it. Why are they so quick to forgive her?”

Miriam shrugged “I’m not sure, but it’s kinda annoying. But whatever, as long as they’re happy.”

Boni huffed and helped everyone set up the tree. They knew the first day would be uneventful as all the kids and families were busy at home making handmade decorations for the tree. Boni looked over at their two coworkers, Johann and Boris.

“You two go get the automatic watering fountain for the tree and some buckets of water, I’ll get started on the lights.”

Johann and Boris nodded and headed off.

Miriam huffed, “I can help with the lights, seems easy enough.”

“That would be great, thanks!”

After a few hours, the fountains were set up and half of the tree covered the tree when they ran out. Boni sent Boris and Johann to go get more lights. Eventually, Kawn and Audrey showed up again.

“Sorry about that! I also took a nap!” The bardlet sang as they skipped up. Audrey groggily lumbered after them.

“How are you so energetic all the time?”

“The trick is to be so upset with Eya that you enjoy life to spite her.”

“...Wait wh-”

“Oh! The tree looks lovely!”

Kawn completely ignored everyone’s look of concern as they skipped up to the tree and examined it. The only one who seemed unphased was Boni, but Audrey and Miriam figured she was used to this.

“Yeah we ran out of lights, I sent Boris and Johann to get more lights.” Boni said. They looked down at the smaller bard, before ruffling their hair. “I’m glad you didn’t sleep in a park bench, Bitty.”

“Ack!” Kawn stuck their tongue out before throwing some snow at their sibling.

“Oh is that what you wanna do?” Boni scooped up an enormous amount of snow and held it above the little bard, who squealed and ran.

“NOT AGAAAAAINNN!!!” Cried Kawn.

“YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF!!” Cackled Boni, keeping up behind them. Suddenly, Boris called Boni over. The two bards stopped and looked over.

“Hold up,” Boni said, dumping the snow on Kawn and walking over to Boris. The two talked for a bit before leaving.

“Ackpth” The bardlet dug themself free and playfully brushed themself off.

“So... ‘Bitty,” Audrey sneered, but her smug grin ended quickly as Kawn gave her the coldest glare she and the witch had ever seen from them.

The terrifying sight ended just as quickly as they looked over at the returning Boni and Boris, who were now carrying more lights, a ladder and another generator. Kawn ran over to help them, tho they weren’t very strong.

“...I...Is that normal?” Audrey asked.

“...Nope.” Miriam replied, “I’m not sure if I should be happy that Kawn is capable of being angry... or terrified.” she murmured.

The Ex-Hero only nodded in response before going to help.

They started to set up the generators and ladder, and Miriam got to work on her broom and Audrey got on the ladder and helped Miriam with the lights. It was getting late as they went along, and the wind had started to pick up. Audrey was reaching up to the top of the tree to put the last bit of lights when a gust of wind managed to blow her scarf off.

“NO!!” Audrey yelled before jumping off the ladder to try and catch it. The fabric slipped through her fingers as she fell quickly towards the ground. She did not think about how high up she was. Luckily, Boni was setting up a generator when she noticed the adventurer falling, and they quickly dove in to catch her so she would have a softer landing.

Audrey landed heavily in Boni’s arms, but still somewhat hit the hard cold floor, and immediately tried to get up and run after her scarf but Boni held onto her.

“What the hell are you doing!?” They cried, glaring down. However, their face quickly softened when they saw tears well in The small one’s eyes.

“MY SCARF!! I HAVE TO GET IT!!” She cried. Kawn was looking over from where they were fixing any broken lights, they started chasing after the scarf after they realized what had happened.

Boni wanted to stop them, but noticed Audrey wince when she put weight in her foot.

“Hey shh calm down, Kawn is going to go get your scarf...” Boni said, trying their best to pull off a soothing voice. Their sibling was much better at this, and it was hard because they knew what Audrey had done but...

They decided to put aside their feelings about Audrey for now.

They lifted up the protesting and sobbing hero, and looked over at Miriam who had floated down. Miriam started to say a snide comment about Audrey getting her comeuppance, but bit her tongue instead.

“I uh... How about I...” Miriam felt awkward trying to comfort the one who hurt both The bard and herself, “I Uhm... Brew up a potion to help soothe the pain. It seems she sprained her uhm... Ankle...” She shuffled nervously.

Boni nodded, “Boris, Johann, Take over for now, I’ll be right back. C’mon Miriam, let's get to my house.” The two headed home, Boni carrying the distressed ex-hero.

‘It’s just a scarf,’ Miriam thought ‘Why is she THIS upset about it?’

Then she remembered when her original broom broke. She was so mad and took her anger out on Kawn after they ran off and decided to help the witches that did that.

Eventually the three got to Boni’s and they set Audrey up with an ice-pack on her ankle, with a blanket, some of the sweets from the table and a nice mug of hot chocolate. Audrey still seemed upset but had calmed down.

Miriam was busy in the kitchen, with a bunch of ingredients for the potion. Boni had left an hour ago to finish setting up the tree. She looked outside and noticed that a blizzard had started up, and saw Johann and Boris heading home.

Suddenly, Boni walked in.

“Has Kawn come back?”

The witch shook her head as she poured the warm brew into a vial.

Boni huffed, “They’re gonna freeze out there.” The large bard seemed upset.

Miriam frowned and looked back outside. It was getting dark and Kawn had been out there for a long time.

She called her broom to her, “I’m going out to look for them.” Miriam knew Kawn would stop at nothing to find the scarf unless someone stepped in.

Boni huffed, “Not like that you’re not!” They dug in the closet before throwing a sweater at Miriam.

“I was going to give that to you for your birthday next year but it’s more useful now.”

Miriam pulled it off her face and looked at the sweater. It was a dark purple sweater like her dress with a cyan stripe across the middle.

“Thanks.” Miriam was thankful but her voice sounded dismissive. She put the sweater on over her usual outfit, pulling her cape over the sweater and heading off.

She followed the wind, since Kawn would still be following the scarf. It was extremely cold and her face stung as the wind sliced against her. Eventually, she saw Kawn trudging through the forest near Chismest, past the Nexus Point. They were shivering and still looking around, digging in the snow and looking in the trees.

Miriam swooped down and stopped in front of Kawn.

They looked up in shock and stared for a moment, processing everything happening.

“M-m-miriam?” The shivering bard cocked their head, “Wh-what are you doing here?”

Miriam huffed and lowered the broom and pulled Kawn on, “It’s too dangerous for you to keep looking for the scarf, c’mon.”

Kawn frowned and tried to resist but they were too cold to struggle much. Miriam flew back to Boni’s house.

Boni had finished making sandwiches for everyone by the time they got home. Kawn was still shivering when they hopped off the broom and stepped inside. Miriam hopped off the broom and went to go grab a blanket. Audrey looked up from her mug of hot chocolate.

“Did you find my scarf?!”

“N-n-no...” Kawn whimpered. Miriam was laying a blanket on them, and led them to the guest bedroom.

Audrey frowned and looked at the ground. Boni gave her a sandwich.

“Get some rest, tomorrow we’ll be decorating the tree.”

Audrey nodded a bit,”Thank you...” Her voice was low and sad.

Boni frowned, before they suddenly got a text. They looked at their phone, and then smiled. Soon, they quietly headed off to go work on a surprise.

The next morning, everyone was in the town centre. Parents, children, people who just lived here, all were working together to put their own creation upon the tree. Audrey’sankle still hurt but she hid the pain well, as she usually does when she gets injured. She was helping little kids find places to put their creations. She was still upset about her scarf, but she could just ask Kawn to go pick a new one up in Mount Ichor. It wouldn’t be the same, but... She couldn’t dwell on it. It was just a scarf.

She totally wasn’t still incredibly upset by the loss of her scarf.

Miriam was helping place the creations up on higher places, trying her best to prioritize children when working but usually just grabbing decorations and flying up. The two of them had been at this for hours, they were waiting for Kawn to finish cooking breakfast for them. Apparently it was tradition that at a certain point, everyone would go back to their home at select times for the three main meals of today, and the Barons, of all people, were the ones to call when breakfast starts.

Luckily, Miriam and Audrey were the Barons’ Guests.

Eventually, Boni showed up to let the town know that it was time for everyone to take time off for their family breakfast. Miriam quickly started flying home and Audrey started their way over to the house slowly on foot. They were still deeply upset about her scarf, despite what she would like everyone to believe.

Miriam and Audrey came in to find plates of pancakes ready on the table, as well as a pitcher of orange juice and some bottles of syrup.

“CREPES!!!” Audrey yelled.

Miriam rolled her eyes, “Pancakes.”

“Whatever.”

Kawn was passed out on the couch, holding a spatula. There was a cup of orange juice in front of them.

‘They must've been up extremely early’ Miriam thought, ‘They were cooking when I woke up and left.’

“Should we wake them up?” The ex-hero asked, lightly poking the bardlet.

“Probably not.” Miriam sat down in her chair and started serving herself. “Come eat or else it’ll get cold.

Audrey looked at the bard before going over and joining Miriam at the table and serving herself. Boni put a blanket on their sibling and joined the girls for breakfast.

“Eat up because tomorrow-” Boni ate some of their pancakes and downed some juice, “-is Light’s Eve.”

“Did you just eat an entire pancake in one bite?” Audrey was almost jealous.

“What’s Light’s Eve?” Miriam ignored what she just saw.

“The day before the feast. Tomorrow, We are only eating light meals. So you will be eating one slice of french toast for breakfast, a turkey sandwich for lunch, and a small chicken breast for dinner. I planned this all out ahead so i could give you two a heads up, you don’t have to join us with that but we won’t be cooking anything more substantial for you.” Boni was swallowing another pancake.

Audrey was watching in horror as Boni quite literally inhaled their breakfast. Miriam was a bit perturbed but ignored it.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine with a light meal. We were lucky to even have so much as light meals during our adventure, we were mostly living off of dried fruits and nuts!” Miriam was very glad to be having meals again after the adventure, she hasn’t really complained about a meal since then. Audrey looked at Miriam with concern.

“Excuse me, what!?”

“What?”

“You and kawn lived off of...that??”

Miriam huffed, almost insulted.

“Look-”

“I’m done eating, you two finish up so we can get everyone and continue the decorating!” Boni interrupted. Miriam realized they were trying to de-escalate the situation. Miriam huffed but nodded. Audrey still looked concerned but looked over at the sleeping Bard.

“What about them?”

Boni looked over at kawn, “They’re in charge of feeding you two, as well as me but like... I get special treatment? Basically I get today and tomorrow to be lazy, because at midnight during The Order Feast, I have to sing ‘The Order March’”

Mim cocked an eyebrow “That’s just the Overseer Song, Kawn did that and they didn’t get tired.”

Boni huffed, almost insulted “I have to sing loud enough for all of Chismest to hear.”

“Oh”

“At midnight.”

“...oh.” Miriam sunk into her shoulders.

Audrey was trying her best to imitate Boni and swallow a pancake whole, but was having a lot of trouble.

Miriam was taking a sip of juice when she went to look at Audrey and nearly spat out her drink. Audrey glared at Miriam as half of the pancake fell out her mouth. Boni smirked and got up to make sure Kawn was comfortable, and put the spatula on the counter.

The rest of the day was spent eating meals and decorating the tree. Kawn was usually asleep but Miriam figured (hoped) that it was just that they were tired.

During dinner, however, Kawn was awake and seemed pretty well rested and happy. They were talking with Boni while setting some gifts aside.

“Wait, were we supposed to bring gifts?” Miriam had a hint of panic in her voice.

“Well, you’re really only supposed to give gifts to your family. And like, traditionally they’re hand-made but people are busy, so most just buy gifts.” Boni said, dismissively.

Miriam’s brow furrowed. “Ok well I’m gonna go do that then! Audrey, you want to come with me tomorrow?”

Audrey still felt awkward without her scarf. Yesterday she could manage because she was busying herself helping with the tree. The tree was almost done, meaning she would have nothing to distract herself, and on top of that she had no gifts for Kawn and Miriam, who she kinda saw as her family.

“Yeah I’ll come...Wait are you going to make the broom ride really scary like last time?”

Miriam sighed, “No… as much as I want to.”

Kawn smiled and gave Miriam a thumbs up. Miriam rolled her eyes

Audrey nodded, thankful that Miriam wasn’t being mean for once. Dinner wasn’t very eventful, but it was still fun. Everyone was cracking jokes and poking fun at one another, and everyone seemed to be comfortable. It was as if the past had melted away and that.

Audrey and Miriam both wondered if this was what it was like to have an actual family.

The next morning, Audrey and Miriam headed off on the broom. Kawn had packed them breakfast and lunch. They were light meals, just as Boni warned. Kawn offered to make them bigger meals but Miriam and Audrey were determined to try to celebrate the holiday with the Bards.

“I’d go with you but I have to bake for tomorrow!” Kawn said apolegitcally.

“It’s alright, we kinda need this to be a surprise.” Miriam said, dismissively..

The two headed off as Kawn waved goodbye, Audrey may or may not have been screaming the whole way up.

The girls got to Grandma Sapphy’s, and Miriam got to work on some potions. She insisted that Audrey not look for fear of her “ruining the surprise.”

Audrey decided to ask Sapphy for help making gifts.

Miriam wondered why Audrey had three gifts, and if she had asked, Audrey would have asked The Witch the same thing.

They returned just in time for dinner, placing their gifts in their own hiding spots. Dinner was light and quick to finish (Audrey had tried to steal many of the sweets) and everyone went to bed. Miriam was in a sleeping bag in the guest room with Kawn, and a thought creeped into her head. The two have been this close before so the thought shouldn’t have scared her. She carefully crawled out and got up and went over to Kawn. They were asleep but she had to be careful not to wake them, they were a light sleeper.

She carefully leaned in, and carefully gave him a kiss on the head. The bard moved a bit which caused Miriam to dart away. They didn’t move anymore than that but they had a sleepy smile on their face. A small, yet genuine smile. Miriam, now content, went back in her sleeping bag and went to sleep.

It was finally the day of the feast. The group of four were carrying the presents and sweets. Miriam and Audrey stood off to the side with the gifts as Kawn and boni set up their pastries with the other food. Everything smelled amazing and the band from Chaandesh was here, playing some music. Once Kawn finished up, They excitedly ran off to talk to them.

Boni turned to the two girls, bearing a large grin.

“Ok you two,” they said, crossing their arms “Time to gorge yourself, give gifts, and just enjoy yourselves!”

Miriam immediately held a gift box up to Boni, who froze and looked down at it.

“Wh-”

“Thanks for uh...letting us celebrate.” Miriam was quiet and looked away. She wasn’t used to giving gifts to others.

Boni gave the witch a soft smile and opened up the box and gasped, pulling out a red leaf from Delphi. It was preserved and put in a frame barely big enough for it.

“Aw sweet!!!” Boni pulled Miriam into a bear hug, and the Witch let out a squawk that caused Audrey to chuckle.

Boni turned to the bemused Ex-Hero “Oh, did you want a hug too?” They gave a big devilish grin.

“Ah no no! But uh yeah I got you a gift too!!!” Audrey said, panicking. She didn’t want to be crushed by the giant bard.

Boni was taken aback. She was kind of mean to Audrey, yet she was giving her a gift?

They carefully took the gift and opened it. It was a necklace with a glass crystal that contained a small red flower.

“I uh… had help making it. I didn’t make it, Miriam’s grandma did.” The adventurer said, sheepishly.

Boni gave her a soft smile before handing Audrey and Miriam their own gifts. “I loved these, thank you so much. I have to go get ready for tonight, you two have fun. Save me some food.” Boni walked off, humming softly as she lumbered off.

“That was uncharacteristically soft.” Miriam commented. Audrey gave a sheepish nod as she opened her gift. She let out a loud gasp as she pulled out a long, golden scarf. It was just like her old one, but it didn’t have that annoying and itchy tag on it!

She immediately put it on, with an especially extravagant form to her flair. Miriam rolled her eyes and opened her own gift. Her eyes flew open as she saw a set of vials, perfect for potion making. They were just the right size to hold ingredients and potions, and were in a nice little crate she could place.

“Woah…” It was all Miriam could manage as she carefully put her hand on one of the corks. She quietly put the box lid back on and placed the box where the group had set up their own little hang out spot.

` Audrey was busy twirling and striking poses, but snapped out of it when Miriam whistled at her. The adventurer looked over and realized that Miriam was holding a gift out at her.

“Look, Kawn would have wanted me to make you feel included, so i got you...this.”

Audrey looked at the gift before grabbing one of her gifts and walking over and handing her gift to Miriam and taking Miriam’s gift to her. Miriam stared at the gift dumbfounded as Audrey opened the gift box.

“Wh-”

“It’s a potion of power.”

“Wow. That’s low.” Audrey chuckled as she pulled the potion out and looked at it.

“I kinda feel bad because I wasn’t expecting you to give me a gift back, now I just look mean.”

“Nah it’s all good, i could actually use this for my job.” Audrey pocketed the potion and looked at Miriam. “Again your grandma helped with this, so… yeah.”

“Mmm I’m sure it’s gonna be embarrassing.” Miriam carefully opened the box and looked inside. “Wait what?” She pulled out a book with a leather face. She flipped through the pages and smiled a bit and shook her head.

“Wow. She REALLY wants me to get into potion making. I mean, not complaining. I got some new fancy viles so I guess i'm doing this. She looked at Audrey.

“I guess you’re not too bad.”

Suddenly Kawn walked up holding gifts of their own to give. They were humming to the tune of the music as they skipped up.

“Hellooo!” they sang out.

“Sup.” Audrey flashed a piece sign at the bard. Miriam rolled her eyes and looked at Kawn. “Hey Kawn. I got you a gift.”

Kawn looked surprised, before giving a big smile. “I got you two a gift as well!!” They handed their gifts over. “Go on! Open them! I really wanna see how you react!”

Audrey decided to go first, she opened the box and saw an axe. It’s handle was made out of wood that was found in langtree, and there was a design of a sky seal swirling up the handle brandished into it. The blade had a leather sheath for it, and it had Audrey’s name embroidered into it in gold.

“Everyone in Langtree pitched in to make this for you!” Kawn piped up. Audrey teared up and blushed and hugged the axe.

“Wow- Gosh I’m sorry! I-if you don’t like it I cou-”

“NOO I LOVE IT!!” Audrey cried as she hugged Kawn, almost crushing them.

“Ouukh! Aw… You’re welcome!!” Kawn hugged Audrey as she backed off and wiped her face with her sleeve and looked at the Axe.

Miriam looked nervously at her box. Ot was small, it wouldn’t be nearly as flashy as Audrey’s gift. She was jealous of that but she couldn’t see herself using an axe. Miriam carefully opened her box, and she saw a small hair clip. It was dark blue with a yellow, star shaped jewel. Next to it, was a necklace that matched the hair clip.

“I talked to Sapphy as well, and she helped me make these. I chose the shape and colors!”

Miriam carefully put the hairclip and necklace on.

“Thanks.” She could almost feel her face burning. “I, uh, got you something as well.” She handed them her box and hid in her sweater.

Kawn opened the box and sang a giddy little note and pulled out a potted flower. It was yellow and shaped like a star.

“You also got me a star shaped gift!!” Kawn was ecstatic as they looked at the flower.

Audrey gulped as they looked at their gift. She doubted it would be as good as a plant, but she handed it over anyway. Kawn excitedly took it and put the plant down. The gift was small, but Kawn didn’t seem phased. They opened the gift and gasped before pulling out the pretty black feather from its protective box. It’s colors shifted to a deep turquoise in a certain light.

“It’s so pretty!!! Thank you!! Oh gosh these gifts are great!!”

Miriam smiled, they were always so easy to entertain. Audrey was still surprised by their simplicity but was busy hooking their axe to her sash.

“I’m gonna go eat til i explode” Audrey said, simply. “If you want me, I’ll be by the spicy stuff.”

“Ok!!” Kawn waved and turned towards Miriam.

Miriam noted the current song was a waltz. Sapphy had actually taught her how to waltz. Claimed it was important for her to learn for whatever reason.

Suddenly, an idea sprang in her head that terrified her.

“Miriam?” Kawn was wondering why Miram was suddenly blushing.

“Oh uh sorry. What’s up.”

“I wanted to know what you wanted to do!” Kawn presumed Miriam was just spaced out.

“I uh… How about we dance”

“Ok!”

“Together”

“Sounds fun!”

“I meant, like a waltz.”

“Su- wait what?”

Miriam grabbed the Bard’s hand and dragged him to a more secluded area where they could still hear the music.

The bard was still shell shocked as Miriam carefully took their hand carefully on hers, and carefully put their hand on her shoulder and her hand on their hip. She decide that she would be assuming the lead role, as she was the one who actually knew how to waltz.

“We’re just gonna do some steps, nothin fancy.”

It was Kawn’s turn to blush as they sheepishly nodded.

Miriam led them as they kinda shuffled about. Kawn was having fun but could tell Miriam was still nervous about this.

They decided to add a bit of their own pizzazz.

“I’m having fun, but ya know what would be greater?” Kawn smirked, Miriam raised an eyebrow, secretly terrified that Kawn didn’t like this.

Suddenly, kawn lifted Miriam's hand and then tried to spin, giggling as they went. Miriam fumbled as she wasn’t expecting this and accidentally knocked Kawn off balance.

“Oop-!” Kawn yelped, as they fell back. Miriam quickly caught Kawn and held Them up as they were leaning back.

“Woah-” Kawn gasped, “Nice catch.” Kawn blushed and sheepish;y smiled.

Miriam smirked and dropped Kawn,

“Ack!” Kawn flailed and sat up, giggling. “Aww c'mon, that was a good dance!”

“Then let’s have a second go.” Miriam said, holding out her hand. Probably the smoothest Miriam has or ever will be.

The two giggled and danced the night away, not really following the rules of waltz and just doing whatever came to their mind. Not caring what was happening or what the world might have thought.

It was the happiest Kawn had ever seen Miriam.

Suddenly, There was a loud and clear singing. The two looked up and saw the lights of the Nexus Point were at their brightest.

“It’s midnight.” Kawn gasped.

“We were out that long?”

“Time flies when you’re having fun, cmon!” Kawn took Miriam’s hand and ran for the tree, leading the confused Witch.

When they got to the town centre, they saw that the tree was lit up to match the Nexus lights. Boni was up in front of the tree singing to the entirety of Chismest, some sang along and some just watched. It wasn’t quite the same as the Lullaby, probably modified so that the Bard doesn’t just get chucked to the spirit world. The song was much longer, and some of the notes changed. Kawn quietly sang along, and rocked side to side. Miriam carefully laid her head on Kawn’s shoulder and hummed along with what she knew from Order March. She had a lot of fun the past few days, but she was looking forward to sleeping in her own bed after today. She let out a slight yawn as the song came to an end.

“Tired?”

Miriam sleepily nodded and rubbed her eyes. “Yeah, but i’ll be alright.”

“Nah let’s go to bed, we’ll fly home tomorrow.”

Miriam nodded and sleepily followed the bard back to Boni’s after they grabbed the gifts. Kawn put the gifts in a safe spot and tucked Miriam into bed.

“Wait isn’t this your bed?”

“Yeah but you’re flying tomorrow. Get some sleep.” Kawn gave Miriam a kiss on the cheek as they went and got ready for bed and slipped into the sleeping bag.

“...Kawn?”

“Hm?”

“...Can you sing the Wind Sonata?”

“I’d love to!”

The bard started to sing and the witch got comfy in bed. Today was a long day but she was happy she came. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep, she was very excited to show Grandma Sapphy her gifts.

#wandersong #wandersong sibling au #wandersong fanfic #wandersong kiwiam #wandersong bardriam

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fullwets · 4 years

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every hybrid era team’s best racing overalls

part 1 (backmarkers & cryptids edition) here

Red Bull: 2020

i shouldn’t have to defend this one. the light black suits w/ the like, neon scarlet? so clean. i was so close to picking 2018 but that year lacks the ICONIC red collar stripe which i love. AND they took away that godawful skinny gray stripe from the 2019 suit. Red Bull used to have hideous suits (im looking at u, 2016), and they’ve just been getting better and better since then. also look at max’s hips in pic 2 oh my god

Mercedes: 2017

gosh, that was the year they got the turquoise stripes SO right. right leg had like a swooshy teal, and the left leg was BLANK. asymmetrical KINGS. every other year the stripe was just too heavy handed. i’d have picked the 2020 suits based on sheer sexy factor (off the charts) but the stripe, sadly, again brings their whole look down. i gotta agree with lewis that the all black and white sponsors were kinda hot. red accents have no place here.

Williams: 2017

the lefthand black stripes were KING. there was just something so satisfying about this era of williams design. the red and the two-tone blue. the perfection of the martini logo. it’s like they knew what they wanted and weren’t going to apologize. plus susie wolff was a test driver that year. it was so hard to find a photo of them that didn’t have terrible coloring so i feel like these pics don’t really do them justice. who was the photographer for these shots i just wanna talk

Ferrari: 2017

tell all your friends: santander > missionwinnow. I just miss the era of white on red ferrari instead of now the black and red shit they got going on. stop it. get some help. I kinda feel like this was one of the only years where they managed to use the white stripes to good effect. they’re tiny and crisp and somehow manage to make the suit look somewhat flattering on both sebastian and kimi, who have wildly different body types??? also i miss the unproblematic simi days sue me

McLaren: 2018

sue me i wish i liked the blue and orange bc it’s such a nice color combo but 2019 just felt a little too google slides and the 2020 is just.... ‘70s scifi and not in a good way. the 2018 suit had a gentler orange, a nice minimalist style & the chandon logo with the little star, which i just adore. the black forearms/wrists is also a detail which i love. the shapes on these suits are just so satisfying.

Renault: 2018

the big honking castrol edge logo on every modern renault suit really brings these overalls down. this was honestly the CLOSEST call of any team, i was so close to choosing the tastefully black & narrow yellow striped 2019 overalls. it really came down to like, the font & numbers on the leg & the fact that i watched that year’s dumb pr vids so many times i convinced myself they looked good. i will say though that the amount of yellow on these is sexy instead of overdone like it was every other year previous.

Racing Point: 2019

RP has been around for three years, and it’s a bit of a goldilocks story in this case. 2018 had too little pink, and 2020 has too much pink. 2019 was not a perfect race suit, but it was the year they were closest to getting it right. the white stripe with pink borders down the legs is VERY nice & i appreciate a good dose of asymmetry. BONUS POINTS for pale pink boots. i’m a sucker for the pink car so I’d love to see a really well executed pink suit, and altho i think they’ve gone too far with the pink this year, I think they’re headed in the right direction. i’m counting this as a separate team from force india bc i didn’t want to have to choose between their color schemes

#THANK YOU THANK YOU ILL BE HERE ALL WEEKEND #f1 #red bull #mercedes #williams #ferrari #mclaren #renault #racing point #my shit #i highly recommend checking out part 1 bc it has my favorite racing overall of all time :)

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bubblegumstardust · 4 years

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i havent bombarded you with questions in a long ass time so here i am (feel free to skip some if its too much): 1, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 (i know you probably won’t even have to google), 16, 17, 18, 24, 27, 29, 33, 36, 41, 47, 51, 58, 59, 61, 66, 71, 74, 75, 76, 79, 80, 90, 95 and finally 100🥰🥰

Dear God Chelle 😂😂💕💕

So sorry this is so long but I can't do read more on mobile

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

I try to have more cereal generally but I just chuck milk in randomly and if it ends up being more then it ends up being more 🤷‍♀️

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

I generally just use an actual bookmark, but some things I've used in a pinch are: receipts, a pen, sunglasses, some mail, another book, debit card, a hairband, my purse

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

I don't drink coffee and I just have a teaspoon or 2 of sugar in my tea

7: do you name your plants?

Yep, I have 2 in my room called Ellie and Nyah. I even named their pots because they're cute and shaped like a sheep and a hippo! The pots are called Pippa and Mimi and they're girlfriends

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

Generally writing I guess. I do a lot of painting/drawing too but that's less feeling expression and more just fun.

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

Yep, and I'm probably very annoying to share space with because I do it a lot

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

On my side and I have to switch like every 10 minutes when I'm trying to sleep or I get uncomfortable

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Literally cannot think off the top of my head. @wonderfilledness, remind me please. Also Chelle tell me any of ours I might have forgotten.

12: what’s your favorite planet?

In our solar system, Pluto because fuck science, it's a planet! Other than that there's a planet I can't remember the name of that, because of rotation speeds, always has the same side facing the sun so like most of the planet is uninhabitable except a thin strip on either side between the two

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

The pup. Also I was helping my mum make masks and I completely fucked up and it was really funny

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

Ngl it would be a mess. Also probably covered in books and art stuff and it'd probably be light and airy with lots of plants and cute pastel colours

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

Oh where to begin! Okay so for one NASA had to design a special pen for use in space because due to the lack of gravity, normal pens don't work. Any liquid in space will form itself into a sphere due to surface tension. Sunsets on Mars are blue. There's a planet where it's constantly raining glass sideways because wind speeds are so high. There's a (I think) dwarf planet in our solar system that they nicknamed The Goblin. Planet 9 is something we can observe exists but no one can find it and it might not be a planet at all. It could be a black hole or something. The moon is slowly drifting away. I'm gonna stop here but I could go on for ages.

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

Fucken love a good spaghetti bolognese

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

Kinda want it pastel pink or purple again but also really wanna dye it like a deep turquoise colour

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

Excuse me how dare you assume I've done anything dumb! Tbh I definitely have but again my memory is really bad for stuff like this so I'm gonna turn to @wonderfilledness and @mooncloudsea for this again

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Tbh, you Chelle. Also I'd definitely trust Alice with them but it's somehow easier to tell you because admiting stuff face to face is horrible and I can only talk to you online really

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

I don't like gum

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

Everything all you guys do is cute 😘💕

33: what’s your fave pastry?

C r o i s s a n t s

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

Hmmm. I don't know what my mood is right now so like idk?

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

I mean I'm pretty sure the last book I actually read was Aurora Burning so I gotta say that

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

Well there's plenty of foods I don't like but I'm not sure I'd ban any of them because there's always people who do like them.

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

Okay it makes no sense but I always think of Alice when I here B0$$ by Fifth Harmony because it's one of the songs we always end up screaming along to in the car

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

I feel like Alice is a vodka aunt and maybe I'm the wine mum?

59: what’s your favorite myth?

Idk actually. I quite like the echo myth though

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

Honestly I have no idea 😂

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

Small little delicate one with lots of small cute flowers like daisies and other pink white and purple ones. Also it would be full of forget me nots because they're my favourite flowers.

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

Peppermint all the way

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

They have short brown hair and give some of the best hugs. They're a couple inches taller than me and will not let me forget it. They also steal all my old clothes and would probably steal my dog if given the chance. They need to learn to fucken drive already and it's been too long since I last saw them

75: tell us about your pets!

He babey. He also a little shit but I adore him

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

So many things. Probably most importantly, applying for uni

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

Lol no one likes me enough to do something cute for me

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

Light purple. I chose it when we first moved here but painted it even lighter a couple years in

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

I'm generally not the biggest fan of cities but I actually really loved living in Nottingham. It was super developed and you had like everything you could need and want there but also really kept its historic feel and it never felt so overcrowded like places like London do and idk, it was just a really nice place to live

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

I don't really have any in particular. Probably do some more art and writing and stuff but idk really

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

I usually pick future no question but like I'm a little concerned as to what such a near future will actually look like. Maybe the past so I can redo some stuff and make a few better life decisions and get help for my mental health sooner and also maybe find a way to do something to prevent some of the awful things happening right now

#people talk to me

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brighidsember · 4 years

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So, I was kinda gonna do a show and tell about my very first crystal. Which was a...a pretty "meh" idea to begin with, I gotta admit. But I thought it prove useful to people just getting started in witchcraft who are crystal-less and wondering where to start and worried they won't pick the right one. So here we are. However, upon looking through my hoarde, I discovered that I didn't have one "beginner" crystal. Oh sure, there was the first one I bought with intention, which I might discuss in future, but my first crystal (or crystals, should I say) were gifted to me by my mother, my own little starter kit for crystals. Be warned, this is gonna be a long one. Here they are: | 1. Amethyst. Every good witch needs an amethyst, right? Right. They're the lavender of gemstones; universal, spiritual, good for protection. It's a good crystal to have in your starter kit, and I used this one in A LOT of spells and charms. | 2. Sooo...this is either a legit rose quartz...or a clear quartz dyed pink. Im thinking it's the latter. Which might be why I never used it in love spells. I had an old necklace with a gold chain and a true rose quartz heart pendant, that one I used for love spells for a long time. This one was just a cool crystal to put on a shelf and point out whenever we had company. *shrugs* | 3. For the longest time, I thought this stone was jade. Only a few years ago did my mother inform me it was actually aventurine. Unsure about that one. It's definitely not jade, but it still worked well in money spells! | 4. Turquoise. My mom has a bit of a turquoise collection, some of which were gifted to her when she was a teenager by our aunt (who is awesome and has a Tibetan singing bowl I want to steal because it's super cool looking! Okay, tangent over). Turquoise is good for bringing spiritual wisdom and serenity, and even though I never used it spells, just having it around brought calmness to my space when I was growing up. | 5. Amber. I never know what to call amber. It's technically not a crystal or gemstone, because it's not a mineral, it's a resin. It's associated with love, and placed on your bedside or in the love and marriage sector of your home/room (feng shui), it can help manifest a loving relationship or self love. | 6. Raw peridot. When I was younger, I believed any and all green stones were fair game for use in money spells. Whether that's true or not remains to be seen, but it did work for me, for what it's worth. Otherwise, peridot is good for balancing emotions (could've used that more as a teenager), bringing creativity, as well as good health. | 7. Black Obsidian. First thing you will notice about this little guy is that it's...well, black. And you know what that means: banishing negativity! Made from volcanic glass, it can be used as a scrying tool, a protection amulet, or for banishing negative emotions and energy. Just remember to cleanse early and cleanse often if that is it's job! Smudging is the safest way to cleanse this crystal, though I will say I have used salt in the past without issue...but I'm trash, so yeah. On a personal note, this little crystal did help me in some small way with a major bout of depression some years ago. | 8. Smoky Quartz. Another great protection stone, smoky quartz is also great for banishing anxiety and fear, grounding, and helping you feel settled in your earthly body...if you're into that sort of thing. Otherwise, a great stone to keep around when it's 3 a.m. but you haven't had any sleep and you heard a weird noise. What's that? Why, no, I'm not speaking from personal experience, why do you ask? | 9. Clear Quartz. Ah, clear quartz. So simple. So plain. Yet so beautiful, and powerful. Need a spell boosted? Add in quartz. Need protection against negativity? Place a quartz crystal by the entrance to your house, or in the room often used for congregating. Connecting to your higher self? Quartz on your bedside or altar. Need healing or pain relief? Wear a quartz pendant. It's such a versatile little stone, it's no wonder every witch has loads of clear quartz, in their house, in their car, their office, their outfit...just clear quartz coming out of our ears! Also, along with amethyst, it's a good starter crystal because you can find it everywhere crystals are sold, in any size or shape, without needing to take a hammer to your heirloom piggy bank. | 10. Angel Aura. Clear quartz and platinum had a love child, and it's name was angel aura. I could explain the process, but as I mentioned before, I am trash, and google is a thing. Go forth and investigate, my child! Angel aura, as you could guess by the name, can help align your vibrations with angels. Angels aren't your jam? Cool, cool; it can help align you with the astral plane as well. Helpful if you want to get into astral travel. It's also the gemstone equivalent of aura fluffing, so if you just wanna feel happy for no damn reason, pick up some angel aura. | 11. Raw Agate. We have an agate problem in my family. At least, my mother, aunt, and grandmother do. When my mom and her sister were younger (and the backroads of rural Wisconsin were still mostly gravel), my grandmother would take them agate hunting in the summer. All you needed was a container for your haul, some water to bring out the color (easier to identify the stone), and a dirt road. Easy. Cheap. And now, my grandma has a comically large brandy glass filled with agate they've collected through the years. This agate I have is not from those days. You see, my mom is so good at finding agate now, she can find it literally anywhere. Like a parking lot of a restaurant somewhere in the Twin Cities (true story, bro). This particular type of agate is what the experts call "banded agate", which is good for healing, protection, memory, and wealth. | 12. Rose Quartz. This is probably the stone I have the earliest memory of. When I was a baby, my mother had my room decorated floor-to-ceiling with dolphins, in hues of aqua blue and baby pink. Ah, the 90's, when denim maternity shirts, teased bangs, and platform shoes were actual things that people wore. And dolphins? I don't know why mom surrounded me with dolphins. She just did. On curtains, comforters, lampshades, and t-shirts. And in the form of carved rose quartz. Rose quartz is the stone of love and peace. Whether it's romance, self love, or familiar love, rose quartz inspires you to love unconditionally. Ironically, dolphins represent self love. Though I never used this stone in a spell, keeping it by my bed as a child always reminded me that my mother loved me unconditionally. Oh, the feels. | So there you have it. Some good starter crystals to investigate and read more about. Thank you for attending my Ted talk.

#crystals #gems #gemstones #witch #witchcraft #witchblr #cottage witch #natural witch

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pinktatertots99 · 5 years

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Hmm Margi, Abalone, and Beetle Wings for all questions from that one ask thingy. Ramble my dude!!!

LJKSFLKFLK AWWWWWWW TYSM LOVE!!!! we’ll be doing mostly human aus for this one.

GIVE ME THE NAME OF ONE OF MY OCS IN MY ASKBOX AND I’LL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY

Marginatus:

01. Full name: marginatus apara furaha. (both parents last names)

02. Best friend: bullina.

03. Sexuality: PAN big time.

04. Favorite color: ocean colored blues.

05. Relationship status: lovin relationship with their bortz-y~.

06. Ideal mate: strong, blunt, pretty hair, piercingly beautiful eyes, and a switch, also sweet with a caring side.

07. Turn-ons: tentacle kink big time along with frilly lingerie, roleplays of any kind (mostly the nurse and maid type), and whips.

08. Favorite food: steak, broccoli rice, and fish soup.

09. Crushes: bortz is obvious but they’ve had some on neptunite.

10. Favorite music: diveo songs like we’re beautiful, hoverboard, ferris wheel, and other types of songs like those.

11. Biggest fear: losing his loved ones. or going blind.

12. Biggest fantasy: living in the ocean, or just on a beach in general with their family.

13. Bad habits: has a thing for twirling their hair and pulling at it, it’s one of their not good stims their trying to keep in check on.

14. Biggest regret: never really figuring out why no one from where they lived at in child hood never liked them a whole lot.

15. Best kept secrets: they binge on sweets ehehehe.

16. Last thought: the ocean floor with jellyfish and their pretty family close with em.

17. Worst romantic experience: had some childhood crushes that well, ended not nicely with alot of their crushes either blowing em off or being weirded out with how blunt they were on liking em.

18. Biggest insecurity: their eyesight mostly, otherwise margi doesn’t got a whole lot of insecurity.

19. Weapon of choice: a whip...NOT the sexual kind the long kind that can do damage.

20. Role Model: aculeatus, ventricosus, and their bortz-y~.

Abalone:

01. Full name: abalone cáscara

02. Best friend: bullina platonic friends wise.

03. Sexuality: gay.

04. Favorite color: gold.

05. Relationship status: in a relationship and later married to shell.

06. Ideal mate: ljksfljksd honestly they didn’t even have an idea on that till shell came into the picture so someone whose boisterous, has a soft spot and loves aquatic animals would be their ideal.

07. Turn-ons: being squeezed on the thighs, thighs in general actually.

08. Favorite food: zucchini, cucumbers, salad lettuce, and tamales.

09. Crushes: shell’s been the only one ljkdsfljks.

10. Favorite music: similar low pop soundin songs that beetle wing’s listens to like cliche, feelings are fatal, falling for you and such like them.

11. Biggest fear: originally it was being forced and chained basically to their family business, later it’s being alone or leaving shell.

12. Biggest fantasy: mostly to just live on a beach with shell.

13. Bad habits: has the feeling they should take the blame for anything that goes wrong, even if it’s something they couldnt’ve changed or corrected.

14. Biggest regret: thinking that shell was a burden all their life.

15. Best kept secrets: their past feelings for shell, but besides that their good at keeping the secret that their golden accessories are actually gold.

16. Last thought: would be the waves of the beach and shell’s pretty hair.

17. Worst romantic experience: shell’s been the only one so far, worst bout that would just be aba’s past feelings.

18. Biggest insecurity: a bit of their body actually, something bout it has them feel weird alot of the time and their trying to get past that with wearing skirts and fancy shirts.

19. Weapon of choice: a mace honestly.

20. Role Model: they honestly don’t have many besides alot of animal planet celebs like jack galaxy or Steve Irwin for examples.

Beetle wings:

01. Full name: Pīk mǔdān. later changed to Pīk cáscara

02. Best friend: turquoise and ticite, their their only friends though so it’s hard for em to choose.

03. Sexuality: questioning still. they haven’t really thought of anyone or who they like. later on they find out their ace.

04. Favorite color: aqua colors mostly, turquoise’s, and such like that.

05. Relationship status: single.

06. Ideal mate: someone quiet, but would also help them get out of their shell from the damage Hébāo (lambrocapnos) left on em. nice, sweet, and good with cuddles.

07. Turn-ons: when their older, honestly i can’t really see them having any turn-ons.

08. Favorite food: Khao khai chiao (omelette on rice), Khao mu krop, deep fried chicken and pork (both thailand and american), and burgers.

09. Crushes: had one on turquoise but kinda got accidentally turned down when they started dating fest. soon tho they crush on ticite though.

10. Favorite music: alot of low pop, things like airplane mode or summer trees, others they like covers of kinda depressing songs like self inflicted achromatic and such others like that.

11. Biggest fear: honestly just bout making anyone mad outta fear of getting beaten or abandoned, both things that’re thanks to Hébāo.

12. Biggest fantasy: sitting on something soft like a cloud and listening to their ipod honestly.

13. Bad habits: gotta thing for always degrading themself for things they’ve done that’re either minor or not even things they should worry bout or degrade themself for. also has a habbit of apologizing for things they didn’t do (like apologizing for someone bumping into a door that they didn’t cause for example) or did on accident.

14. Biggest regret: not being there for red diamond, who was their adopted parent before Hébāo before disappearing and being found dead later, thinking they should’ve gone with em and regretting it.

15. Best kept secrets: besides the bruises probably the fact they keep others secrets alot.

16. Last thought: would be bout clouds if we mean beetle’s thought, that and beetles in clouds.

17. Worst romantic experience: honestly ticite’s the only one they’ve had and so far hasn’t been too bad. unless ya wanna count turquoise in this but they kinda did it unintentionally. i guess worst is the fact they get crushes but didn’t say anything on their first crush on turque.

18. Biggest insecurity: just bout everything about themself due to constantly getting paraded by Hébāo for adopting a thailand kid. otherwise insecurity wise would be their interests since they’ve had no one to talk bout em to.

19. Weapon of choice: knife honestly. either that or pillow.

20. Role Model: red diamond, shell, adamant, and phos.

#houseki no kuni #hnk #land of the lustrous #lotl #kingdom of gems #ocs #oc #my ocs #my oc #marginatus(oc)#abalone(oc)#beetle wings(oc)#the pink one speaks #skye!

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garlicdontwork · 5 years

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Get to know me uncomfortably well tag

Thank you to @livewiredroger for tagging me💞💞

What is your middle name

Marie Ellen, I’ve got two

How old are you

18 years old

When is your birthday

April 17, 2001

What is your zodiac sign

Aries

What is your favorite color

Blue

What’s your lucky number

2 and 7

Do you have any pets

I have a dog named Rafa

Where are you from

Buffalo, New York

How tall are you

Barely 5’0

What’s your shoe size

8 US Women’s

How many pairs of shoes do you own

7? I think?

What was your last dream about

Zombie apocalypse

What talents do you have

I play drums and I draw

Are you psychic in any way

Yup I can tell fortunes and read auras

What’s your favorite song

Currently a slut for Whole Lotta Love by Zeppelin

Favorite movie

Love, Simon. That shit made me cry

Ideal partner

They have to be funny, with a pretty smile and nice hair. They have to be willing to push me out of my comfort zone and be there for me if I’m having a rough time.

Do you want children

One or two only

Do you want a church wedding

Absolutely not

Are you religious

I had religion shoved down my throat as a kid so I’ll pass

Have you ever been to the hospital

Yah

Have you ever gotten in trouble with the law

Nah

Have you ever met any celebrities

I met IDKHOW a few months ago, I also met New Years Day a few years back and a guitarist named Davy Knowles who I like (I literally cannot remember if I’ve met anyone else)

Baths or showers

Showers, baths are gross

What color socks are you wearing

Not wearing any but I wore socks with zebras on them to my chiropractor appointment earlier today

Have you ever been famous

No? I don’t think so?

Would you like to be a big celebrity

Sure why not

What type of music do you like

Rock, some pop, pretty much anything but country and most rap(I’d die for MGK tho)

Have you ever been skinny dipping

I don’t even like regular swimming so no

How many pillows do you sleep with

Hang on lemme count...10

What position to you sleep in

Either on my back or on my side in fetal position

How big is your house

Pretty big I guess, it’s got 3 bedrooms and a music room so we got space

What do you typically eat for breakfast

Leftovers from the previous night’s dinner

Have you ever fired a gun

Nope and I don’t want to

Have you ever tried archery

Yeah it’s fun but I’d never hunt, only shoot targets

What’s your favorite clean word

Enigmatic

Favorite swear word

Fuck (all of them are pretty snazzy tho)

What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep

3 days I think, times a construct so I wasn’t really paying attention

Do you have any scars

Yeah I’ve got scars on my knuckles and knees, a few on my thighs (not self harm, just me being dumb) and a scar on my cheek that I have no clue how it got there

Have you ever had a secret admirer

Apparently! I recently (like a year ago) talked to a guy from my old school and he said he had a huge crush on me

Are you a good liar

Uhh, I think so?

Are you a good judge of character

YES! I TOLD MY FRIENDS THAT A PERSON WAS BAD LIKE TWO YEARS AGO AND NOW THEYRE JUST STARTING TO REALIZE THAT I WAS RIGHT (sigh, I’m heated)

Can you do any other accents other than your own

Just like a posh British accent and sometimes an Australian accent

Do you have a strong accent

Yeahhh

What is your favorite accent

I really like Aussie accents

What is your personality type

Think vodka aunt mid mental breakdown

What is your most expensive piece of clothing

I didn’t buy them but I inherited two fur coats from my grandma after she passed, I will never wear them outside

Can you curl your tongue

Yupp

Are you an innie or and outie

Innie

Left or right handed

Right handed but I wanna become ambidextrous

Are you afraid of spiders

Depends on the type

Favorite food

Any type of chicken

Favorite foreign food

Uhhh gnocchi

Are you a clean or messy person

Clean, but I kinda live in organized chaos

Most used phrase

What’s poppin

Most used word

Dude

How long does it take you to get ready

With a shower maybe like half an hour, without maybe 10-15 minutes

Do you have much of an ego

Only as a joke

Do you suck or bite lollipops

What kind of psychopath bites lollipops?

Do you talk to yourself

All the time

Do you sing to yourself

🎶 All the time🎶

Are you a good singer

Not sure, but maybe

Biggest fear

Failure, disappointing my parents

Are you a gossip

Nah, I keep secrets

Best dramatic movie you’ve seen

OH SHIT, REMEMBER ME WAS THE MOST TRAUMATIC SHIT IVE EVER WATCHED I LOVED IT A LOT BUT THAT SHIT HURTED

Do you like long or short hair

Either or I guess, depends on the person

Can you name all 50 states of America

Give me time, a pencil, and a sheet of paper and I absolutely could

Favorite school subject

Art or English

Extrovert or introvert

Ambivert

Have you ever been scuba diving

No, and I don’t plan to because I hate water

What makes you nervous

New experiences

Are you scared of the dark

Honestly yeah, it freaks me out that I don’t know my surroundings

Do you correct people when they make mistakes

Yeah, but I try to be polite

Are you ticklish

,,,no

Have you ever started a rumor

Nope

Have you ever been in a position of authority

I was President of my schools Media Arts Club and I was on student council

Have you ever drank underage

Yeah my parents don’t care

Have you ever done drugs

Yeah I used to smoke

Who was your first real crush

Roger Taylor when I was like 6

How many piercings do you have

None yet

Can you roll your R’s

Sadly no

How fast can you type

Very

How fast can you run

Not very

What color is your hair

Brown

What color are your eyes

Green, sometimes blue

What are you allergic to

Shrimp, dust, grass, pollen

Do you keep a journal

I used to and I want to but I’m really bad at remembering to journal

What do your parents do

My moms an accountant and my dad is a warehouse supervisor

Do you like your age

I mean, I guess? It’s alright

What makes you angry

When people don’t listen to me

Do you like your own name

Not at all, it doesn’t fit me

Have you already thought of baby names, if so what are they

Yes I have. If I have a boy it’ll be Spencer Lee or Benji Laurier. If it’s a girl it’ll be Ainsley Violet.

Do you want a boy or a girl for a kid

Definitely a boy

What are your strengths

I’m empathetic

What are your weaknesses

I get annoyed easily

How did you get your name

My mom just liked the name Kaitlyn. I hate it tho so I shortened it to Kai.

Were your ancestors royalty

I think there were a few that were but they aren’t well known

Do you have any birthmarks

Ive got one on the back of my ear

Color of your bedspread

Bluish-turquoise

Color of your room

Currently a boring beige but I’m going to paint it a forest green soon

I’m gonna tag @slavet0thegrind @madsthegroupie and @niksixx if anyone else wants to do this, feel free💞

#tag

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rm-dimplemaster-blog · 5 years

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don’t deserve your love (vhope)

(read more break included- press to read the whole fic :) )

for @ollania

The first time Hoseok hits Tae, it's by accident.

Middle of July. All seven of them are working on a complex dance in the practice room. AC is busted—it's literally in pieces hanging off the wall with all its green and yellow wires dangling like tangled-up cat whiskers. Tae is sweating off all his mascara. He put some fairyland purple on his left eye, disco animal black on his right (massive chunks of glitter that poke your eyeball everytime you blink included) earlier in the kitchen while he was catching a tan by the giant window all across his bare back and freckled shoulders. And now it's running down his cheeks, pooling in his cupid's bow, and it looks like he's been crying stardust tears.

The blow comes outta nowhere. An elbow straight to the chin. Knocks him down in a sec cause he wasn't prepared. He falls in a heap on the floor, red and purple striped shirt, dark damp hair and unlaced light-orange snickers.

Someone goes aigoo!

Jin goes waaaa and pushes the bangs out of his eyes using the hem of his tee.

Namjoon's deep voice from the left, to Hoseok you're like a typhoon. With two fingers he does a whirlwind motion accompanied by a whooshwhoosh!

A warm hand on Tae's left shoulder.

Hoseok's face above his: peach-colored lips from a creamy lip balm that makes his cupid's bow all shiny and well-contoured; lashes so fine it looks like they were drawn on with the lightest of mechanical pencils; a black string necklace around his neck with its dove pendant swinging all silver and weightless above Tae's face.

Bits of neon lights weave themselves into Hoseok's hair and beam on the smooth line of neck and shoulder. In the big mirrors: Yoongi scratching an itch on his right elbow, Jimin blowing into his loose tanktop cause midday summer heat, Jin making fun of Namjoon's dancing skills, Jungkook snacking with his nose all scrunched up.

The room smells like Yoongi's raspberry handcream, the detergent they all wash their clothes with, a faint trace of cigarette smoke from the all-black wearing dance instructors, and youth. From above him, Hoseok smells like fresh fabric and sun-kissed jeans and for the first time ever, looking into his eyes makes Tae's heart go a little faster, a little rougher.

Hoseok's soft bony fingers on Tae's face, checking for injuries. Hurts somewhere?

Yoongi you probably knocked some of his molars out.

Jimin ah you make it sound like he has like ninety nine of those.

Namjoon still alive there, Tae?

Jin no, he's freshly deceased.

Tae shakes his head at Hoseok, bangs flying all over the place.

Sorry Hoseok says all small and smiley, music makes my mind go poooof! I lose track of everything. My arms turn into windmills.

He tries grabbing Tae's hands but gets handfuls of red and purple striped sleeves instead. Tae huffs out a laugh through his nose and squeezes Hoseok's hands through the fabric. His jaw aches. So does the side of his face. But it doesn't matter, not now.

The second time it's part of a game.

It's past midnight and they're playing the 키스 또는 히트 game. You're supposed to spin a bottle aka truth or dare style: the cap points to you and you get to decide if you smack the receiving end across the wrist or give 'em a kiss. They didn't have a bottle and trying to spin Namjoon's yellow slipper was a fail so they went for Jungkook's pumpkin spooks special Halloween edition lip smacker instead.

They're sitting out in the hallway where all the lights are out for the night. They have Jin's scented candle crackling all soft on one of the mint green plastic waiting chairs

(jin, all eyes:

What if we set off the fire alarm

Yoongi what, with that candle. Ha. Goodluck with that. Weak flame. Plus this building's so old, half the shit here don't work.)

--and like four empty bags of banana chips just lying everywhere and their phone screens are sending fuzzy columns of light towards the low ceiling. The darkness has everyone all giddy and alert and shushing eachother cause they're laughing too hard.

So far it's been a whole lot of wrist smacking, but also a whole lot of kissing and Jungkook's lip balm doesn't only serve as the pointer in the game it's also being passed around for extra softness and sweetness and everyone's lips taste like pumpkin and spice.

Sitting in a circle with shadows under their eyes and flickering orange candle light fluttering in their irises, all seven of them play the night away.

Jimin smooched Namjoon. Slipped on a chips bag while crawling on all fours to get to Yoongi and rolled on the floor laughing for five minutes straight till he was clutching his belly and going all red in the face.

Jungkook smacked Jin's wrist so hard the slapping sound bounced off the walls like an outta control rubber ball

(Jin, gawking at literally everyone did you see what he just--

Jungkook smiled extra wide and his teeth shone almost translucent in the dark)

Yoongi gave an ok to kissing Hoseok but when it was time for him to actually do it he whined

Aish I'm so sleepy and hugged his backpack and put his chin on it and Hoseok wah how lazy can one be took the whole kissing thing on himself and planted a quick one on the left side of Yoongi's mouth to which Yoongi hasn't objected and which made the tips of his ears turn a little red.

When the lip smacker's end ends up pointing to him, Tae hugs his knees a little bit tighter and looks up from behind a curtain of freshly cut and dyed bangs. First time it points to him tonight. Moving his toes inside his red Doc Martens, he blinks around, the sudden silence all around him sticking to his lashes like glue. Six pairs of eyes stare at him in the dark. The hallway smells like pumpkin and grape gum, shampoo and warm skin and past midnight draft.

The cap of the lip smacker pointing to him, Hoseok looks at Tae with a twinkle in his eye, hugging one knee, colorful bead bracelet hanging off his right wrist.

Jin and Namjoon exchange insinuating glances.

Jungkook looks from Tae to Hoseok and back again with his mouth open, curious.

Yoongi says all deadpan kiss is bliss.

Jimin bites his knuckles on a smile.

The dark closes in on him and his heart beats all muffled under his baggy black shirt.

Hoseok looks at him all soft and insecure, pushing the blue and purple beads around, mustering the courage to crawl across the light-orange tiles and weave his fingers into Tae's hair and really gentle press his lips to his.

Tae swallows hard. Blinks down at the tiles without looking up again.

When Hoseok pushes his hair behind his ears and goes on his knees to head his way, Tae lifts up his sleeve and exposes his wrist.

Hoseok kinda freezes on the spot, smile faltering, fingers of one hand splayed out on the floor while those of the other running up and down his thigh, scratching lightly and crumpling the denim.

Whoa Jin says.

Nibbling on his bag's zipper, Yoongi goes hello there tough guy.

Jungkook scrunches his nose plot twist!

You sure? Hoseok asks, whisper the same tone as the smoke curling upwards from the candleflame's belly.

Tae sucks his lips in. Nods. Offers Hoseok his wrist, veins up, making a fist.

Hoseok doen't wanna do it but those are the rules. Setting himself on his knees infront of Tae, he helps him push the sleeve up higher, then grabs his wrist.

He hits with two fingers.

Jimin flinches for Tae when Tae doesn't even blink.

Third time it's playful.

First time they kiss, it's in a street corner in Singapore.

They sky is bluish-grey and short sleeved dress shirts are flailing really faint on the clotheslines overhead. It's funny because with all that bright afternoon glow, the clothesline themselves seem to disappear and if you look up from the street below, all you can see is a mess of shirts and light jackets tossed everywhere amongst the puffy weightless clouds, a senseless scene from a futuristic painting.

The roads are packed with carts full of oranges and apples and chubby rough-skinned pears. Everywhere you look it's food booths with noodles and saucy meats and steamed rice that smells like the ocean and stings your tongue with delicious saltiness. It's flowery parasols that fly open like a flock of birds reaching for the sun; it's girls in dresses and women in sandals that let out a soft squishy sound when the heel leaves the ground. It's lanterns as big as pumpkins filled with light that birds flutter by with a song. It's shop signs with Chinese lettering that Hoseok, during their stroll earlier, used to point to and attempt to read

(what Hoseok said when he spotted Tae giving a little smile after he read aloud a bookshop name.

Tae gave a shy shrug just love the way you make the 'sh' sound when you speak Chinese. I love the way it sounds.)

It's turquoise-painted doors and wind chimes that ring out so delicate it tingles down your spine.

And it's Hoseok's soft hot mouth on his when the wind comes from the left knocking a few shutters closed and billows their shirts and sends their bangs flying into their eyes. Tae's holding a half empty pink glass bottle of fizzy sweet blueberry soda and the straw pushes between his ring and middle finger. His left hand, Hoseok holds between their bodies, almost hidden by the fabrics of their shirts.

It's summer and they're on their first Asia tour and the street smells like oranges and Hoseok presses his forehead against Tae's temple, lashes fanning across Tae's cheekbone.

I'm seeing stars Tae kinda whispers. He's not trying to be funny, it's actually what it feels like, but Hoseok laughs all bubbly and weightless.

He smacks Tae's shoulder, suddenly shy and self aware.

Fourth time, it's emotion.

Hoseok slaps Tae hard. The sound rings out across the empty stage like a clap of thunder.

They had just finished rehearsal and almost all the lights are out. Tiny grains of dust float in the air like fireflies. Behind Tae, a giant screen shows chunks of silver glitter falling and falling and falling, endlessly, the loop invisible.

Tae touches his ring finger to his lip. The corner of his mouth is bleeding.

Tae kissed another boy. He wanted to. The love Hoseok gives, he feels like he doesn't deserve. Never has. Never will.

He looks at the smear of blood on his finger. Winces with the stinging tear in his lip.

This, he deserves.

#vhope #bts #bts fanfic

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