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gottagobuycheese · 3 years

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Creator Wrap 2020

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

As I’m typing this it is 5:02 in the morning on the last possible day to finish during 2020 so kudos to me for being a consistent person in SOME aspect skjhfskj

Thanks for tagging me, @beingjanee! When I was looking for stuff I made this year, I was kind of surprised to realize how much stuff I’d started but never finished, or finished but never posted. Granted, some are because I am not at liberty to share them, but mostly it was just because I never got around to it. So there isn’t really much to share from this year, haha. But hey, head start on next year!

Anyways, these are some of the few things that made it outside my brain this year, despite all the Everything™. A fair few of them are co-created, so credit where credit’s due! And thus, in no particular order:

1. Hollow Knight OST - Greenpath (Cover): Somehow in between all the studying and discording and video gaming, I was lucky enough to join my fellow agents of chaos @imperiousheiress and @silent--sonata in making our very own cover of Greenpath from Hollow Knight! Outside of formal band class or choir, I’d never actually made music with other people before, much less online across such drastically different timezones, so this was a SUPER fun little project that came out of this year! And it sounds pretty dang good, if I do say so myself. It also made me realize that if I cannot bring a keyboard or my trumpet to whatever place I end up living/working next I might actually die

2. [Podfic] A Portrait in Synesthesia (based on A Portrait in Synesthesia by @jessicafish): This one is also a collaboration borne of the sheer madness that comes with locking five restless creatives in a groupchat during the first few months of this ridiculous year. But this is no ordinary podfic. Voiced by @d20owlbear, @silent--sonata, @internetkatze, @imperiousheiress, and yours truly, it’s also got cover art for each chapter AND an absolutely gorgeous instrumental track that accompanies it. I remember fondly the anticipation of waiting for Jess’s birthday to come by so we could finally stop sitting on it XD (speaking of, happy very belated half-birthday Jess!!)

3. Laugh Lines and Crow’s Feet: For once I did not chicken out completely when faced with the mortifying ordeal of Making a Background, so I’m definitely proud of at least that much with this piece XD. Also I love any excuse to draw people laughing, so there’s that.

4. Fem Crowley: What started out as an exercise in head angles quickly ended up being an exercise in color. Obviously it looks way more accurate than anything I’d’ve drawn from scratch, but as far as the coloring goes, I’m pretty happy with how it turned out!

5. Good Omens Snake-Off: Drew almost all the line art for this entire thing on the plane ride home after being forcibly punted from the country when the world first started shutting down, so THAT was new. I’ve never drawn that much on a plane before, especially without saving references first (until we landed and I had to google Brother Francis’s face of course), so I’m very pleased with it! (Also it’s just fitting to include the very first thing that came of quarantine lol)

Running out of time to post this before midnight so I’ll edit it later lol

(EDIT: all right it is officially the Gregorian new year and now that the fire alarm has been disarmed I can finish this in peace lol)

And I’d be remiss if I did not at least mention the entirety of the Good Omens Big Bang! I can’t quite tell how much of the work was done in 2019 (which, wild that that was only last year — well, last last year, now), so I didn’t include it, but knowing me, I’m sure 90% of it was done in the week(s) leading up to the February deadlines.

(It’s already 2021 for me, but that’s not the case for all of you, so it’s okay I can still tag people.) Thusly I tag everyone mentioned above and also @theoldaquarian, @runningturnip, @yeswevegotavideo, @queenerdloser, @pachelbelsheadcanon, @fremulon, and everyone else who wants to share some of the things they’ve made in the past year (but no pressure!) Making it through this year was hard enough, so even if it wasn’t a particularly creative year, that’s still plenty to be proud of. And whatever else happened, I’m glad it meant I could meet you all :D

Here’s to a better 2021 for everyone (oh hey that rhymes)! May you and your loved ones experience much more happiness, good health, and fun than in the previous year. And, of course, HAPPY FRIDAY!! (And also New Year I guess)

#it is 5:06 and it is getting really hot under this blanket and also I promised my housemate we'd make garlic bread today #so I must break for sleep #not that this will change anything whatsoever for whomever is reading this when it's posted #lmao okay it is now 10:40 on the last night of the year because I slept until 2:00 and then made garlic bread with my housemate #and also binged the first season of kingdom #captain's log #tag thingy #tag game #honorary mentions to all the ocarina and piano and trumpet recordings that only live on my phone or DMs #they're not posted anywhere BUT I am proud of them!! I've never bothered recording myself doing anything before #but it's definitely something I'd like to continue going forward #JEEZ THAT ALARM WENT ON FOR LIKE FIFTEEN MINUTES #MY E A R S #sure hope we never have a real fire hear because I will 100% just plunk my headphones on and ignore it #instead of figuring out where to evacuate to #ANYWAYS HAPPY NEW YEAR

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alostdandelion · 3 years

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My covid Journey

It all started with an itchy throat that I thought would naturally go away if I eat spicy food, or to be exact, ramen. Disclaimer: it was a Saturday and we had gone to the grocery the day before where I bought around 6 pieces of chocolate cream bread from Breadtalk. Yes, I indulged myself with sweetness because yum. I ate what I wanted to, I even ordered buffalo and garlic parmesan chicken wings but that itchy feeling in my throat remained. PS: virus & bacterias love them sweets too. 😅

Sunday, after hearing that they'll put us under ECQ where even outdoor dining is prohibited made me ask my cousin out to eat with me. Yes, despite my throat being itchy. It didn't cause any alarm to me, as I wasn't feeling uncomfortable... YET.

After eating with my cousin, I went back to my place and spent the rest of the weekend watching or doing whatever.

I could still recall that Sunday night though, it was really warm I couldn't fall asleep. But then, suddenly, I shivered. I felt chills. I thought I didn't have fever, but that chilly feeling put me to sleep anyway.

Monday, March 29 - I usually get up at 5 in the morning but that day I got up at around 5:30, feeling weak which I mistook as being lazy. I thought I wasn't feeling well but decided to take a shower and go on with my day.

I did my thing as usual, but as the hours passed by, I started to feel cold despite wearing a sweatshirt. Usually when I wear that, I'd feel comfy already but at that instance, I was still shivering. I tried my best to avoid my officemate as I was afraid to infect her with my fever, if that made sense. I was totally avoiding skinship.

I was able to overcome Monday, and ended up taking Paracetamol before sleeping because at that point, I was well aware that I had fever.

Tuesday, March 30 - I still got up late, mistaking being unwell as being lazy. Damn I hate being lazy. But this time I had to take Paracetamol before going for a shower. I felt uneasy as I still had fever but I still went to work. Just wow.

I was alone this time which somehow relieved me. I was still shivering in the office despite wearing my sweatshirt, and had to take Paracetamol continuously as my fever was recurrent.

Wednesday, March 31 - I still got up late, took Paracetamol before going to the shower. This time I was worried. I had fever for 3 consecutive days already but covid didn't cross my mind, as the itchiness in my throat was gone by Monday, leaving only fever to deal with.

I still went to work because it was the end of the month but ugh, it felt really awful. I was shivering, and my nasal passages were somewhat uncomfortable. They felt dry and I had that feeling of catching a cold I decided to inhale steam from hot water. It was really awful I even decided to leave work early. I left an hour earlier because I wanted to take a rest already, to just stay in bed.

Thursday, April 1 - I got up late again. I was hesitating that time because I was really feeling unwell and uneasy. I still took a shower and got ready for work but the thought of walking to the office terrified me. I suddenly thought, "who will look after me if something happens on the way?"

I kept worrying about work, work, and my client. But... how about me? Who would worry about me?

I ended up crying. I cried real hard. It was around 6:30 already and I usually leave before 6 but at that time I was sitting on my bed, crying for myself.

"Nag-aalala ka sa work mo, kapag ba may nangyari sa'yo pananagutan ka?"

I dropped my bag and sent an email that I wouldn't be able to come to work, but instead, I'll come in on Monday. It was supposed to be a rest day but due to my condition I decided to just swap them. I thought I should really take a good rest that time because I was really sick. I even sent a voice clip to our HR manager because I really couldn't go to work that day.

I went back to sleep and stayed in bed the whole day. I thought taking a rest would result to my recovery but damn during that afternoon, I was crying again. I knew for myself that my fever was high. I couldn't measure then as I didn't have a thermometer but I knew it was because I felt really warm. I was even covered in blanket despite the sun shining brightly outside.

I was crying, I was saying whatever. Was it delirium? I was asking God and my late parents to just take me with them. I didn't like that feeling, and all I could do was cry and pray.

I was taking Paracetamol for my fever, I also didn't have the appetite to eat as I was nauseous.

Friday, April 2 - it felt the same. I still had fever, nauseous, I didn't want to eat but I needed to because I felt hungry. But this time, I was well aware that it could be covid and that I didn't want to infect other people.

I didn't want to trouble anyone, but I had no other choice but to tell our dorm's caretaker and ask for her help. She received the food deliveries in my behalf and brought them upstairs, to the 4th floor. I was really apologetic and thankful to her. The moment she knew I was sick, she helped me buy food and medicines, disinfectant, and other things I might need.

I knew I troubled her a lot. She had to go out a lot of times to buy the things I needed. I kept my door closed and wore mask when I go to the restroom. It was the least I could do. :'(

She helped me through those days of hardship. I still had fever, still nauseous, still no appetite, there was shortness of breath with little activity, and I was starting to cough. It was the weekend, when our HR manager decided to have me tested for covid. With me not getting any better, I admitted and accepted the possibility that it could be covid.

By Sunday my fever was gone but I listened to them and proceeded with the swab test.

April 6, Tuesday. I didn't have fever anymore but was coughing slightly. The med tech who did my swab test was a friend of our HR manager. She was kind enough to buy me lunch, courtesy of HR manager. The way she did the swabbing was gentle, her hands were soft and light it didn't feel painful at all. 🥺 thank you Mariane! ❤️

Right after being swabbed, I felt hungry I started to eat the burger meal she brought me. By this time I was feeling just fine I even drank the softdrinks. 😅 And throughout that day, I started to have the appetite to eat. I was hungry and craving for food. ❤️

I ate everything Jira brought me. Yes. She was bringing me food, healthy meals to be exact that was given by my landlady - her aunt. How thankful I am to have such caring and thoughtful people around me. 😭😭😭

April 7, Wednesday, my test result came out and it was positive. It was covid. Of course I had to tell them. They were all worried but I assured them that I was already feeling better, that I had passed the tough stages. 🥺

I actually hesitated to tell Jira as I was afraid that if she finds out, she wouldn't bring my food upstairs anymore but contrary to my worries... the more concerned they became. They even brought me warm lemon water, they even cooked soup and lugaw to feed me. 🥺😭

This went on, until this week, when I told them I was getting better already and that it's fine even if they didn't send food anymore. I felt shy already. 🥺 then our HR manager sent this food package because it was their birthday. Kkyaaa I was really happy while eating the lugaw because with every scoop, there's laman / meat! 🙈❤️

So as of this writing, April 15, I'm on the 8th day of my 14-day quarantine. How do I feel? I feel better, well, except for my growing wisdom tooth causing pain. 😅 But this pain is nothing compared to the pain I felt during that difficult stage of my covid journey. 🥲

I am still recovering, still eating lots of healthy food, taking vitamins, and eating sweets from time to time. 😅

My 14-day quarantine ends next week April 21 and I can't wait to return to work already as I can't stand the sight of my officemate being troubled because of me. 🥲

Always take your vitamins - twice, wash your hands, and do physical distancing. This virus is invisible, and could be just around the corner. I was complacent I forgot to wash my hands from time to time, lesson learned.

But this experience showed me the people who actually care for me. It made me realize that I'm actually loved and cared for. I cried a couple kf times because of this disease, but I also cried because I was thankful to have people look after me physically and virtaully.

How thankful I am that my case was mild, as I didn't want to further trouble the people around me. But imagine for other people if they get infected, some could get serious. 🥺

Thank You Lord for staying with me! ❤️

Stay safe and healthy! ❤️

Timeline 🥲

27 - itchy throat

28 - itchy throat / 12AM chills

29 - fever

30 - fever, mucus

31 - fever, mucus, headache, inhale uhhhh

01 April (Day 6)

4:14 - high fever

5:10 - medyo okay

6:19 - medyo okay nasusuka

7:13 - ang ginhawa :((((

02 (Day 7)

6:24 - sinat, sipon konti

8:19 - lagnat inom gamot, nausea

10:30 - gutom na gutom :((

11:21 - inom gamot. Okay lang.

4:24 - gutom

5:30 - lagnat

03 (Day 8)

5:25 - ubo, sinat?

8:14 - ubo, sinat

9:37 - antok 9:00 gamot

12:00 - ok lang

5 - 37.6

7:41 - 37.7

8:13 - 36.8

04 (Day 09)

3:36 - 36

7:21 - 35.5

7:46 - 36

10:40 - 36.1

12:36 - 35.8

2:13 - 36.7

3:07 - 36.8

4 - 37

4:53 - 37.3

8:26 - 36.6

05 (Day 10)

8:20 - 36

9:16 - 36.6

11:07 - 36.8

5:55 - 36.5

06 (Day 11)

9:10 - 35.8

10:30 - 35.2

07 (Day 12)

10:15 - 35.8

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lalahbug · 4 years

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Cool Guy - Soul x GN!Reader

Fandom: Soul Eater Word Count: 1,182 My Masterlist Warnings/disclaim: general None Author’s Note: Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 12/06/2013. Revamped/edited in 2020 Written in 2nd person. GN! Them/they pronouns where needed Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting. Story under cut

“Sure is dark tonight.” You sighed heavily. The moon was hidden behind the clouds and the stars seemed to be nowhere in sight. You shivered as the wind picked up and grumbled to yourself. Then seeing an open coffee shop and quickly ducked in. It’s crowed, you weren’t the only one seeking warmth from the autumn late-night breeze. You quickly dug into your pocket only to realize you’d left your wallet at home. You sighed heavily and racket your brain for ideas on what to do.

“Hey, there ___,” Maka said coming up to you, making you jump then relax once you realized who it was.

“Oh hello, Maka. Why are you out so late?”

“I was just out with Soul and Kid. Would you like to join us?”

“I would love to but I left my money at home.”

“I can pay for one then you can just pay me back later,” you opened your mouth to protest. “We live next door to each other, it’s no big deal.” Before you could protest at all she grabbed your hand and dragged you over to the cashier and ordered a house special hot chocolate.

“Thank you so much. I was very cold,” you sipped the hot chocolate on the way to the table with the boys. “This is very good. We should come here again soon. I can pay for yours and we’ll call it even.”

“Sounds good to me. Soul loves this place because they play good music.”

“Hello, ___,” Kid nodded to you as you sat down at the table. “It’s good to see you.”

“Nice to see you too, Kid.”

“You haven’t been around much. A lot of missions?” Soul asked you, leaning towards you.

You nodded. “Aaron and I have been on a lot of missions. We have 56 kishin souls though now. He is an amazing weapon. With all of the missions though, he took a break to go see his parents.” You sipped your hot chocolate again.

“56!” Maka chimed in now. “That is amazing! No wonder you haven’t been home lately.”

“A month with a lot of dedication wore us out though. We are going to take about a month’s break then aim for the last 43 kishin souls. Then another break and train for a bit longer so we are fresh and rested for the witch’s soul.”

“You guys want to gun it down don’t you?” Kid asked.

“Aaron wants to be the first sword to Lord Death. For me, it’d just been nice to be a teacher or something afterward.”

“If you become a teacher, promise us you’ll take Stein’s place. The dissections every day are getting so overplayed.” Soul groaned.

You chuckled a bit, “I can talk to Lord Death about that when I am actually there.” You sipped your hot chocolate then yawned. “I don’t think I have had more than about 5 hours of sleep each night since we left.” You yawned again, putting down your finished hot chocolate. You started to stand.

“I can walk you home. Maka and Kid wanted to talk about the DWMA party that is being held in a couple of weeks.”

“That’s really nice of you, Soul.” Maka teased him, knowing the crush he had on you.

“Hey, a cool guy wouldn’t let a girl walk alone in the dark.”

“Yes, that’s right you’re a cool guy.” Kid joked and rolled his eyes.

“It’s very nice to have you walk me home.” You smiled at him. He offered his arm to you and walked you out of the building.

Halfway home and you yawned then Soul yawned after you. “You have got to stop doing that!” He said after finishing his yawn.

“I’m sorry.” You covered your mouth as another tried to escape. “I am just so tired.”

Soul stopped and squatted down into a position, offering you a piggyback ride. “Come on, get on.”

“Soul, I’ll be fi-“

“I don’t want to hear another yawn, get on.” He said cutting you off. You blushed and slowly climbed onto his back. He popped up and adjusted you a bit then started walking.

You rested your head on his back and started to drift into sleep. “Thank you, Soul.”

“Is your house unlocked?”

“Yes, Aaron promised to keep it unlocked for me since I lost my keys.” You mumbled and then fell asleep.

Soul thought to himself as he walked home carrying you. Thinking how much he had missed you and how he doesn’t want you to leave again. A frown had solidly formed on his face at his last thought. He cared about you so much but you don’t even know.

He shook his head as he got to your door and somehow opened it. He shuffled inside and pushed his way into your room. He slowly set you down on your bed. He unzipped your heavy jacket and pulled it off of you then laid you down. Adjusting so you don’t fall off and pulling your blanket over you. He stared at you for a moment. He sighed and sat down next to your bed.

“A cool guy doesn’t worry about rejection.” He grumbled then peered over at you then blushed slightly. “What if they only want to be friends though and I make it awkward?” He sighed again and knelt next to you and rested his forehead against yours.

“I will have to tell them tomorrow. Tell them I want to be more than friends. No that’s stupid. Tell them I want to go out on dates. That’s even worse. Isn’t there a cool way to do this?” He sighed again and breathed in your scent. “Romance is uncool and mushy but I know that’s what they like.” He opened his eyes to see your beautiful (e/c) orbs staring at him in wonder. He jumped back. “How long have you been awake?” He almost shouted.

You smiled softly and yawned. “I’ve been awake the whole time, well more like I could hear everything and I was on the verge of sleeping. Then I heard you were worried about rejection so I shifted my mind to listen more.”

“So, you heard all of it?” He looked at you. “Well, what do you think?”

You tiredly, “I think it’d be uncool if I had to request you to cuddle with me.”

Soul gave his breathtaking shark tooth grin. “Is there any room up there for me?”

You looked over your shoulder then scooted back. “There is now.”

Soul took off his jacket then climbed under the covers with you. “Anything else you shouldn’t have to request?”

“That you wrap your arms around me.” Soul quickly pulled you into his chest and held you close. “Also I don’t have any plans tomorrow, you should fix that.” You giggled then yawn, nuzzling into him.

“Hey, ___.” You gave a nod. “We should,” he yawned now too, “go to the movies tomorrow.”

“I would love that.” You kissed his chin and started to fall asleep.

Soul relaxed and got comfortable with you in his arms. “So would I.” He mumbled to himself.

#fanfic #fanficition #soul x reader #soul/reader #soul evans #soul eater evans #soul eater #soul eater fanfic #lalahbug #lalah writes #reader insert #xreader #self insert

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lizord-lord · 6 years

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Locked Heart Ch. 2

(Alright, now you’ve seen how this hell started, time to continue the ride! We had both these written already and I’m impatient, so today and today only you get two chapters!! This is not a good thing!! Reblog if you enjoy pain and suffering!!) (For those of you out of the loop, this is a fic that @patton-croc-agenda and I came up with a while ago and decided to co-write. She wrote the first chapter, but this one’s mine! And yes, we are sick fucks who wax poetry about logicality and patton and then turn around and smack you with this. Welcome to authordom > : )

Previous: Chapter 1

Next: Chapter 3

Summary: After making the mistake of letting a vampire into his home, Patton wakes up to find himself in a strange room he doesn’t recognize, and no means of escape.

Pairings: Eventual Logicality, Prinxiety

Words: 3,761

Overall Warnings: This fic will at some point contain: Assault, kidnapping, graphic depictions of death and violence, mentions of/explict sexual content (the more explicit scenes can be skipped), negative/possibly suicidal thoughts and a relationship that can possibly be interpreted as Stockholm Syndrome (though we do try and flesh the relationship out, if the idea of such a thing even slightly triggers you maybe give this one a pass). Warnings will be posted for individual chapters as well.

Chapter Warnings: Kidnapping, imprisonment, negative thoughts, fear spiral

Cold clenched at Patton’s heart-not electric, breath-stealing panic, but thick, miasmic dread. Stifling horror.

There was nothing he could see in the darkness beyond the five or so feet illuminated by the digital clock on a nightstand beside him, and the sliver of carpet visible by the light from under the door.

A door.

Well..at least he was in a house..but what house? It must be Logan’s, right? The vampire had brought him to his house to-to-

To what? Patton bit his lip, suddenly feeling the need to tug the blanket tighter over his suddenly very exposed-feeling shoulders. Why was he here? Did the vampire want to keep him so he could use him as food until he grew bored? No..brushing fingers over his neck, he found neither side was marked. Then again..he’d been very curious about-about whatever Patton had done last-last night? Earlier? He didn’t know. Was he here to be studied? Tortured? No-no don’t think like that. Halting the train of thought did not however halt the shiver that went up his spine.

Okay. He didn’t know where he was, why he was here, or even if he was alone, but curling in on himself in the dark and panicking was surely useless..he had to do something. Doing something always helped with fear.

Patton turned towards the nightstand first and squinted. The clock on it glared back at him with red numbers reading 11:37am. So he had been out all night. He could at least be thankful to get some extra sleep, his late bedtime often led to groggy mornings..but that was all the good he could see in his current situation.

And this ‘situation’ was only getting worse.

For when Patton slowly, carefully slid off the bed - apparently the vampire had had the courtesy to remove his shoes at least, along with his jacket and glasses. The jacket he didn’t bother with, but he fumbled on the barely-lit nightstand for a moment to find his glasses and place them on his nose. Well. Now the pitch-blackness was presumably clearer. Not that he could tell, as it was pitch-blackness.

A light switch would be a good next step. Taking a small breath, Patton padded to the thin strip of light under the door and placed his hands on the wall, groping in the dark and running his fingers over the smooth, likely wood wall to find-there.

He flicked on the light-and winced, his headache flaring up at the sudden brightness and forcing his eyes shut, purple and blue blotches dancing over his eyelids. More carefully this time, he opened his eyes, a bit at a time.

The room was..furnished, and yet still barren. Like a hotel room-or more likely a guest room. His shoes were by the foot of the queen-sized bed he’d woken up in, jacket neatly folded on the nightstand. Across from the bed was a dresser, bare of any baubles or decorations but also free of dust. There was a large bookshelf shoved into the far left corner, with a leather armchair next to it.

No windows. The light he’d turned on was a simple yet elegant chandelier hanging in the center of the ceiling-which was the same dark wood as the wall he was currently pressing his palms against. Overall it was..too big. Too dark. He found no character in the room-the closest thing was the carpet, which unlike the flat color of most everything else, was at least a striped pattern of cream and wine red.

Patton turned around, back to the door-but as he reached for the handle and turned it, it refused to go all the way.

Locked.

The cold already swirling in his bones locked tight around his heart once more-to be completely honest he wasn’t surprised, but that didn’t mean he could be calm about this! Patton tugged on the handle again, until he heard a thud or three from his manhandling of it, but he didn’t care.

He was trapped. And there was no window, no other way out..what was going to happen to him? He felt tears pricking at his eyes, hot in contrast to the ice shooting through his muscles and making his hands shake.

Even as he glanced frantically around the room for anything he could use to pick the mocking, cruel lock in front of him, he knew it was a lost cause regardless. He didn’t know how to pick a lock. His hands were still trembling as he pulled them away from the door, color returning to his knuckles (had he really been gripping the knob that hard?) as he stood still and alone in the room..as unfeeling as the one who had put him here, as indifferent to the terrified tears streaming down his round cheeks.

Patton sunk to his knees, his back pressed against the cold wood of the door, eyes still wide and wet as he curled into the fetal position, staring blankly at the wall. The wall he only wished had a window. To escape, to know where he was, to see the sun…

Most people Patton met considered him a ‘human ray of sunshine’. He tried his best to think positively, to see the best in situations, to not get unhappy emotions overtake him or even affect them.

But even optimists had their limits. And the closest thing he could grasp to a silver lining in this was..well, that he wasn’t dead. That was a rather low bar.

Okay, it was a very low bar. Maybe..well, Logan had been nice enough to put him in a nice room and make sure he was comfortable? That was a good thing? It didn’t make Patton feel much better. Neither did the hot tears or the panic gripping his heart.

He didn't even last five minutes with his roiling thoughts, The tears came faster, thicker, and soon his glasses were foggy and wet as he sobbed into his knees.

It lasted...well he didn’t know. Felt like hours, but it likely was only about half of one. It lasted until he ran out of tears, that was the only proper measurement.

Even as his sobs faded to faint hiccups, Patton didn’t lift his head. He felt miserable, like curling into an even tinier ball and disappearing. What was going to happen to him? The thought that kept plaguing his mind, and he still had no answer. Suppose he’d have to wait and find out..in the meantime, Patton took a deep, shuddering breath, and picked himself up off the floor. He didn’t really feel better. But he felt better. At least a good cry could numb the fear. Not that it fixed anything-but he couldn’t succumb to dread. He was better than that. Patton pulled his glasses off and leaned on the door for support as he rubbed them hard with the hem of his blue polo, then wiped away the tears lingering on his puffy eyes with just as much vigor. Once they were back on, he moved back towards the bed. He checked the clock. 12:06.

Thinking..thinking about what would happen felt like a terrible idea. Patton disliked wallowing in despair. He bit his lip hard-and squashed down the fear fluttering in his chest like a nasty bug. What would come..would come. Unless he escaped, he could do nothing. Fearing it would only hurt him.

He let out a shaky breath, then moved towards the bookshelf. Might as well get something to pass the time, right?

The bookshelf was full. As in full. As in some books barely even fit full. Most of the ones he saw were nonfiction-history, astronomy, and what looked like a couple math textbooks, but there was some fiction from what he could see. Mostly mysteries and what looked to be fantasy, but there was also a book of fairytales that looked..pretty out of place in what he could only call an intellectual’s collection.

Well, he’d have to thank whoever put it there..Patton didn’t think he'd read through the classics in a while, but not like he had anything better do do now-no, bury the thought.

He reached out and, with some difficulty due to the size of the book, pulled it from its shelf. It was much heavier than expected, but he that’d mean it would last him some time. However much he needed..

Patton brought the book from the shelf to the armchair, noting the softness of the leather upholstery as he sunk into it and placed the book on his lap, and opened it up to page one. The Princess and the Pea stared back at him, in that curly, squared lettering that so many fairytales started off with (absentmindedly, he wondered why that was the thing to do) and he leaned back a bit more in the chair. Blue eyes flickered up one last time to the door, and then fell back to the pages.

1:30

2:46

3:19

4:28

5:11

6:53

7:20

8:04

The hours ticked by. Patton had grown restless and hungry quickly, putting away the book of fairytales in favor of searching the drawers as a distraction. All he found was spare clothes,a tissue box, a couple empty notebooks, three pencils, a ball of lint, some loose beads, and at one point a spider- which had caused him to spend the half hour between three and three-thirty on the other side of the room pressed against the wall, until he talked himself up enough to dash across the room and smack the little demon with the tissue box.

That had not been fun.

He’d gone back to the book after that, and finished it not long after-although he’d shifted positions both on the chair and in the room more times than he could count in the process, wishing he’d at least been given a glass of water, and though Patton really didn’t feel like reading more, it wasn’t like he had much else to do but worry and mope. Curse his short attention span.

But, at 8:09 pm, he heard a noise.

Footsteps. The sound of shoes clicking against a wooden floor-and Patton’s breath caught. This was it. Whatever was about to happen next, whatever he’d been brought here for..well, he had about five seconds to prepare himself. The footsteps stopped. He heard the rattling of a key being inserted into a lock, the click of it being turned-and then saw and heard the door swing open.

Unsurprisingly, Logan stood in the doorway. He looked much more put together than last night, hair neatly slicked back, a tie around his neck, and glasses straight on his nose. More pressingly however, his eyes were dark brown and not the chilling crimson of the night before. He looked normal. Stiff, but normal, and that only further prompted Patton further to press himself back into the pillows on his bed and clutch the book he’d been reading to his chest protectively. He was not about to let a pretty face play with his empathy again.

“Ah, I see you’ve made yourself at home.” Logan’s voice was casual and unconcerned as he turned to close (and to Patton’s dismay, lock) the door again, slipping the key in his left pocket. “That is preferable, we do have a lot to discuss and wasting time is never the best option."

…..Discuss? Well that was good right? It meant he wasn’t going to immediately harm him..Patton bit down on his lip, watching closely as the vampire moved to sit down on the leather chair he’d been occupying earlier. There was silence.

“Why am I here??” Patton suddenly burst out, jerking the book in his hands like he wanted to throw them into the air. His breath hitched soon after-what if that was a bad idea, what if that got him in trouble, but Logan did not seem to react. He shrugged and crossed one leg over the other, lacing his fingers together.

“Well, you are a ‘human’-who possesses magical abilities. And frankly, that is impossible. No pure human would be able to possess supernatural talents, at least not without knowing it, they’d have to have been cursed or enchanted or sold their soul to some other entity. So either you were lying about being unaware of your abilities, lying about your species, or have something about you even you do not know..” Patton swallowed. He had a feeling his next words needed to be chosen wisely.

“I-I wasn’t lying. I haven’t sold my soul or anything and I mean as far as I know I’m not cursed, I’m just a cook! A very human one too! I mean-I guess I thought I was..”

Thankfully, Logan seemed to accept that as an answer. He nodded slowly, but didn’t respond, like he was considering something. There was another few minutes of tense silence (at least on Patton’s part) before he spoke again.

“Well, then the best option to see what you are would be to see what you can do. Show me.”

“Show you?” Patton’s eyes widened in surprise, “You mean-so something like that light? Now?” The vampire nodded. “But I can’t! I mean I don’t know how..like you said, I wasn’t aware I could do anything like this. I wouldn’t even know where to start!” “Well then you’ll have to figure it out,” Logan replied simply, “Magic can be activated in certain ways-there are a few basic ones, though they do vary. It does so from person to person, unfortunately the supernatural is not an exact science.”

A hint of annoyance had seeped into his otherwise businesslike tone, but he continued anyway. “Get up and try.”

Patton bit his lip. But he laid down his book on the bed and stood up anyway, now facing the chair where the vampire sat.

What was he supposed to do? Last time he’d just...been scared, and said he wouldn’t die..

He found himself worrying at his lip, feeling small under the scrutiny. Should he try something like that again? Maybe? “I-I won’t die?”

He pushed his hands out in front of him as an extra measure-but nothing happened. Of course nothing happened. Patton was just standing there, in the middle of the room, saying words with no reason or heart, holding his hands out, with an incredibly unimpressed vampire staring at him.

God he sounded stupid. Patton’s cheeks went hot with embarrassment, dropping his hands as a means to hug himself instead, mumbling an apology to Logan. “I- I’m sorry..that-um, that was a dumb idea I just don’t-don’t know what to do..” god he was stupid.

Logan’s gaze flicked him up and down, and he nearly winced. Was there going to be a punishment for fail-no, don’t think like that!!

“I’ll try aga-” he began, but before he even got the third syllable out of his mouth, there were hands twisting in the fabric of his blue polo and his back was painfully slammed against a dark wood wall. Red eyes were back in his face, fierce and glowing and predatory. Naturally, Patton screamed. His heart must have leapt out of his mouth because the same fear from last night was back and he tried to squirm, to scramble away, but those eyes met his and suddenly his muscles went slack. Trying to move them felt impossible, like his brain no longer controlled them, all he could do was twitch. Was this his punishment? He’d be drained if he couldn’t do what the vampire wanted? Or just hurt? Or even killed?

“P-please..” he stuttered out, thank god at least his mouth still worked, “Please I-I can try-I can try, just please don’t-”

But as soon as he was grabbed, he was dropped. Patton hit the floor with a grunt of pain, his limp body crumpling under him-and then his strength returned. Looking up, eyes still wide with fear, he saw Logan was back to brown-eyed-business-as-usual. As if nothing had even happened!! He didn’t know whether to be grateful he wasn’t hurt (well okay there might be a bruise on his shoulder and knee, but he could deal with that) or angry that he’d just-just been grabbed and shoved up against the wall! He probably looked a bit of both, but Logan didn’t even seem to notice. Instead, he just looked mildly disappointed.

Patton remained there on the floor as the vampire mumbled something too quiet to hear, waving a hand in some gesture as he moved back to the chair. When a minute passed and he didn’t move, Patton slowly got to his feet, frowning. “What was that for?” “Well, you seemed to have an idea that recreating last night’s events would activate your magic. Your approach didn’t work, clearly, so I thought I’d try it out for myself.” Patton stood, stunned at how casual Logan’s tone was. Like he’d just tapped him on the shoulder instead of slammed him into the wall and scared him out of his skin. “So-so you attacked me??” “That is what I did last night, so yes. This time however I had no intention of actually harming you.” Well-well that was good, but...but...how was he being so casual about this? You don’t just attack someone! Even if you are testing a theory! Patton wanted to protest, but he opened his mouth and nothing came out. He just...how was he supposed to explain you don’t just slam people into walls??? The vampire however, did not seem to notice his horror.

“But, it seems that putting you in a position of distress does not trigger anything..that’s a shame. We’ll have to try a different approach.”

“.....what approach?” Patton asked, voice hesitant as he slowly got to his feet. His mouth was dry. Not just from thirst. If that was the starting point, what could come after?

Logan just sighed. “Unfortunately I do not know at the moment. I have no firsthand experience with spellcasting, so I’d have to do some research..”

Patton had just opened his mouth to ask another question when his stomach gurgled loudly. He immediately ducked his head, embarrassed-but the vampire’s reaction was far from what he expected.

“Ohh...shit.”

Patton glanced back up, surprised-even more so as he noted Logan’s grimace. “My apologies, I haven’t brought you food or drink this whole time...I should have alerted Virgil so he could do it-” he stood up from the chair, adjusting his glasses on his nose. “I will be right back with bre-dinner, with dinner.” “Can’t I come down?” Patton burst out, but all the hope in his voice was crushed at the next words. “No, you’re to stay in this room for now. I’ll show you to the bathroom when needed of course-but there is no need for you to come down to the kitchen.” He pulled the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, stepping out and closing it behind him as Patton’s shoulders slumped. The click of the lock echoed in his mind.

Well..at least it didn’t seem like he was going to be treated cruelly..though the fact that he had yet to see Logan’s temper still hung heavy on his mind. Though the name he’d mentioned flashed through Patton’s mind again, who was Virgil?

Thirty minutes later, Logan opened the door again and handed Patton a tray. There was a bowl of beef stew on it, along with some bread and two large glasses of water. He scarfed it down eagerly-probably narrowly avoiding hiccups in the process, but wow he had needed that so bad, so bad. When the soup was gone, he gulped down one glass of water, but placed the other on his nightstand. He’d probably be needing it. “...thank you,” he murmured quietly, but there wasn’t much gratitude in his tone. If Logan noticed, he didn’t show it, only taking the empty tray from Patton’s hands and placing it on the nightstand. He didn’t sit down or leave, just standing there until Patton looked up.

“I assumed you might need to use the restroom?” Oh. Come to think of it, he really did.

With a sigh, he nodded and stood up, following as Logan made his way to the door and unlocked it. Would he have a chance to run? Probably not, he didn’t know the layout of the house and judging by the speed at which Logan had slammed him into the wall, he would never make it. So he took a breath-instead trying to employ his typical optimism. He’d get to see a little more of the house, maybe find out where it was located? That turned out a false assumption. The bathroom was right down the hall, and from what he saw there-there were no windows. On his way, all he spotted was a few more doors breaking up the dark wood walls before Logan opened one that led to the bathroom and he stepped inside.

The bathroom was unremarkable. White walls-the first wall he’d seen that wasn’t made of wood though, a large shower, and of course the toilet. Though, after using it and going to the sink to wash his hands, he did notice something personal. A makeup case, white with gold lining, leaning against the left wall, a pot that looked to be some sort of hair product, a comb likely tossed carelessly onto the counter, and a brush. That last item was what confirmed his suspicion that this was not the bathroom Logan used-as the hair caught between the bristles (wow that was a gross thing to have to observe, but he didn’t mind for the sake of figuring out a little more about his situation) was not dark chocolate in color, but a tawny brown just a bit darker than his own curls. Maybe it belonged to this Virgil?

Unable to find much more in the bathroom besides a random thing of black eyeshadow, Patton exited the bathroom. Logan was waiting outside to lead him back to his..room. There was a long moment of hesitation as he stood in the doorway, but he didn’t really have another option. At least the room was comfortable. He made his way to the bed, sitting down on it and halfheartedly watching Logan retrieve the tray and take it outside. The door closed and locked behind him, leaving Patton once again a prisoner to these walls and his own thoughts.

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Author’s Note: lord i didnt think id be writing this so soon but ive been so soft (tm) and pcy has been doing the most(tm) so here we are i guess. this is the first part of his Did You See story. im weak as hell lmao Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Summary: Chanyeol is your best friend and travel buddy. Everywhere you go, he falls a little bit more in love with you. Eventually, he tells you why he goes everywhere with you - just you. Genre: fluff; angst Rating: PG-13 Warnings: some swearing Word Count: 5,356

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Remaining in bed, you lay back and stare at the ceiling, heartbeat keeping time with the rain against your window. You think you love him most when he’s like this, needy and clingy and over excited. London was his idea, or maybe it was yours, or, possibly, you thought of it at the same time. It felt like it, the way you both talked excitedly on his couch eight months ago, bare feet battling for dominance on the tattered cushion. The way the words spilled eagerly from your mouths, the way he’d already Googled, and you’d already used your credit card points for airline tickets, it felt like you were connected, united.

Something as simple as this, as planning a trip, felt remarkable and exciting. The phrase ‘why don't we go’ igniting a fire in your veins, making the world sound sweeter just because he spun city names into gold against his tongue. Always, it’s like this with him, life becoming an thrilling bundle of possibility, filled with magic and wonder, and existing without obstacles. It’s like this with him because he makes it so, his mouth only ever giving you the best words and your heart unable to say no at the sight of his wide eyes.

Precisely ten minutes later, Chanyeol’s heavy feet resonate throughout the hall as he struggles up the stairs to your door. Already, between the plaster and the wood of your door, you can feel him, his energy permeating your space and making your heart feel heavy with want. The sound of him alone wakes you up, invigorates you, sending sparks along your skin that make you feel electric or magnetic, or maybe both.

After six years of knowing Chanyeol, learning his noise and learning his breath, you are skilled at discerning his mood from the sound of his steps. Tonight, he is elated, hurried in his movements and wholly unburdened by the weight of his suitcase, driven into a clamor by the force of his excitement. Tonight, he is humming, as quietly as he can, yet still his voice his a thunderclap, barreling through the walls and deep into your bloodstream. You don't recognize what he's humming, the sound slow and somber, but it sounds important, like he's very serious about getting the notes right, and you find yourself frowning when he stops, saddened by the loss of the his voice.

At the first sounds of the spare key sliding into the lock, you turn over in bed, making room for him on the mattress, in your life, in your body, ready to keep him with you for always. When he pushes through the door, clambering with his limbs and his bags, he releases a giddy sigh, an exclamation of relief that makes a smile spread across your lips. Keeping still, you listen as he moves through your house and into your kitchen with sure steps. He turns on the electric kettle, the one he bought your for Christmas three years ago. Rummaging through your cupboard, the one he helped you build, he pulls out mug with a happy chuckle. Something has amused him, and you swoon into the bed at the sound, pressing your head against your pillows with a sigh.

You know he thinks of this space as his, moves around it openly and possessively, because his memories exist within the paint and the furnishings just as much as yours. Not least because he spends the majority of his time in the space you occupy, your flat larger and quieter than his own, but because he was the one who found it for you. Because, when your life felt as though it was ending, he was the one who built it back up around you, with you, leaving his traces on all the new pieces.

It is not that you expected your relationship with Ethan to last forever, merely that, after Ethan, you thought there would be something. When you found Ethan in your bed with another woman, hands and mouth pulling at her skin as if he wanted to make a home of her body, you found you simply didn't want anything. His lies had reduced you to nothing and, while you knew it was not the case, you felt nothing was what you deserved forevermore.

For two weeks, you slept on Chanyeol's couch, curled into a ball and trying not to be a burden. For five more, you slept in his bed, neither sexual nor wanting it to be, simply because he said he wanted you comfortable. Then, he said it was because no one should cry alone. Then, and lastly, because he said he never felt comfortable without you beside him. Not anymore.

His hands shook when he showed you the advertisement, and you wondered why he was nervous. Looking at your feet and with his voice quite small, he said he didn't want you to think he was kicking you out. You said, ‘are you?’ And he just looked at you, suddenly the most serious you've ever seen him, and said, ‘I just want you to have something that's yours.’ Sincerity looked beautiful on Chanyeol, not that he was insincere, but this was transcendent. You felt him then, like a knife. You don't think you’ve stopped feeling him since.

He never really went home after you moved in, just brought an air bed and stayed with you until you could afford decent furniture. You cried a lot those first few days, scared but not alone, and wondering how you could, or would, cope with this sudden something. Chanyeol held you, tighter than usual, and didn't say anything just clung to you until you were tired and wholly exhausted from living. You think that was when his habit for humming started, those days when his voice was a comfort, a lullaby, and its sound evolving into something you felt belonged to you.

Painting the living room was your favourite day, the first day you ever saw him, really saw him. The paint on his cheek made him look wild, like he was at war with the wall and was trying to win you over. You didn't know how to tell him he'd already won. You think he won the day you met him, you just needed the world to take on better colours.

The sound of your door opening shakes you from your thoughts, and Chanyeol enters with a grin, hair messy and cheeks puffy from lack of sleep. He's arrived already in his pajamas, ready to be comfortable and ready to be near you, and you watch, turning the sheets over for him, as he climbs into the bed with careful placements of his limbs.

‘Here,’ he says, handing you a mug - his favourite, the one he leaves for himself.

Careful not to spill anything, you take it, letting your fingers graze momentarily to feel the spark once more, and smell its contents.

‘Is this chamomile?’

Chanyeol settles against the pillows with a hum, and turns onto his side to face you. ‘It’ll help you de-stress,’ he shrugs, before his hand snakes into the pocket of his hoodie. ‘I also got you this.’

He hands you something black, something plastic, and, in the dim light of the bedroom, it takes you a moment to recognize it.

‘A sleeping mask?’ You glance at him, confused.

‘With cucumber.’ Laying back to nestle into the bed, he pulls out his phone and yawns. ‘You’re always super hot on flights and you never sleep. So, just try this please.’

‘You’re a nerd,’ you murmur, glad he is distracted and unable to see the blush that is blooming beneath your cheeks.

‘And you are annoying,’ he retorts, peering up at you with a grin, tongue between his teeth.

Dropping the mask to your nightstand, you sigh, somewhat heavy for the light feeling in your chest. ‘But you love me.’

‘And you love me.’

It feels too raw to agree or acknowledge the statement, like saying anything will force you to say absolutely everything, and so instead you remain silent, keeping your tongue locked behind your teeth so as not to give yourself away.

Time passes steadily, your body relaxing simply because he is near and you can hear the even rise and fall of his breath. The rain and his quiet hums become a soundtrack for your slow sipping of the tea, scrolling through your phone mindlessly, unfocused, and running through your packing checklist once more.

Eventually, Chanyeol puts his phone beneath a pillow and cuddles against you, resting his head on your shoulder as he watches you scroll. Sometimes, he reaches forward to tap the screen, teasing you by threatening to like pictures on Instagram that belong to people you know of, but do not really know. You fight him off weakly, push yourself away, tell him he’s being an ass, and warning that you will spill, but you don’t mean it. Not at all. The cup is empty, anyway.

After thirty minutes, you place your phone and mug on the nightstand beside the mask, turning over in the bed to face him. For a while, you say nothing, just admire the way his hair falls over his forehead and into his eyes, the small mole on his nose, the way his mouth pouts slightly, the way just seeing you seems to make him smile - or perhaps, he’s simply excited.

Pressing yourself closer to him, you yawn. ‘Did you remember your passport?’

Chanyeol rears back, eyes wide and lips parted in horror, paling in the wake of your words. Your stomach drops.

‘Chanyeol!’

‘Yes,’ he laughs, reaching out from under the blanket to tap your nose. ‘I remembered it.’

Rolling your eyes, you bury your face in the pillow. ‘We should sleep,’ you announce, voice muffled. ‘We have a long drive to the airport tomorrow.’

He nuzzles close, draping an arm over your waist to pull you into his chest. Curling against him with a happy sigh, you press your ear to his sternum to hear his heartbeat. It flutters, just once. ‘Do you think it’ll be raining like this in London?’ he ponders quietly as he draws lazy circles along your spine.

‘It might be,’ you murmur, instantly relaxing into his hold and feeling yourself slip into sleep.

‘I hope so,’ his whispers into your hair, tightening his hold on your body. ‘It’ll feel like tonight never ended.’

You didn’t think the mask would work, but it does. Somewhere over Iceland, you fall asleep against Chanyeol’s shoulder, soothed by the cool mask and his reassuring grip in your hand. Your body tilts into his until you are resting at his side, and he lifts his arm to pull you close, tucking the blanket beneath your chin. Sleeping, simply sleeping, with you is a quiet gift from the universe, one he relishes with his whole heart.

Because you are sleeping, he is free to watch you and free to want you without limitations. Always, he wants to touch you, has stop himself from stroking his thumb along your cheek and across your lips. Always, he has to remind himself that you are not his, you are not his touch nor his to have, but how he wants you. Oh, how he wants you with every beat of his weary heart.

You are not his, so when he sees the green and amber lights erupt just beyond the window, he nudges you awake. Bleary eyed and cranky, you whine for him to stop until he points, makes you see the lights and how they transform the earth into an alien thing, a new thing, something you cannot imagine existing within.

You are not his, so when he sees the Aurora Borealis, he nudges you awake simply so he can share one moment with you. One moment he can call ours.

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In the middle of the Notre Dame, Chanyeol slips his fingers between yours and squeezes. Several moments pass before you realize he’s done this, and you, shaken and trembling, are too weak to truly look up at him. You know how you look, wide eyed and trying not to cry, emotions running free and rampant, turning you into a vulnerable, fragile thing. Overwhelmed, is how you think you feel, body and heart too full of beautiful things to truly process everything in front of you. Looking at Chanyeol would cause the dam inside you to fissure, shattering just enough to release the deluge, and you don’t think you are strong enough to survive such an onslaught of emotional veracity. Not today, at least. Not when everything around you is so perfectly quiet.

Leading you over to a pew, he sits beside you but does not let go of your hand. For one hour, you remain in silence. It’s the longest you think he’s ever gone without saying a word, and when you finally gather the strength to look at him, when you finally think you truly could be brave, if only so you could keep his after image alive in your mind for eternity, you see that he looks just the same as you.

Reverence has settled on and underneath his skin, giving him an ethereal glow from the inside out. The sun pours through the stained glass windows, and the bronze and honey of the wood polish seem to seek out his shades, eager to make shadows beneath his cheekbones; they turn him into an angelic thing, a holy thing, something that makes you feel the true definition of awe. It hurts to see him like this, you think, to see his lips, so full and pink as the blood races through his body, fighting to keep and carry all his emotions beneath the blanket of his flesh. It hurts to see him like this, looking almost naked and fragile, just like you.

It hurts to see him and not be able to call him yours, so you tell him things that belong to neither of you, only to souls long passed. Doing this makes it easy, makes suffering the the pain of true adoration feel somewhat weightless because you can almost imagine this too shall pass. Hands built this cathedral, fingers laid all the stained glass into intricate patterns, and the whole length of their life seemed infinite and paradoxically brief. Someone must have loved like this, felt devoted to a thing that could not love them back, and they lived - or, perhaps, they died and, if they died, it was not by the hands of love.

You tell him of the French Revolution and the cloister windows; you tell him of the organ, and its 32-key pedalboard. You tell him of all these things, hoping that the lives and the wars and the names of the all the people who suffered to build, and rebuild the cathedral can also build, and rebuild your heart.

You tell him all these things and, as you do, he watches. You point to the windows, discussing with yourself how they were destroyed during the revolution when the cathedral was used as a storage warehouse for food, and how even the restoration couldn’t get the art quite the same. Chanyeol listens, but he does not want to look at them, not when he’s looking at you. Between his fingers, your small hand squeezes and jitters, shaking his in excitement to show him something new, but still he only sees you.

He’s not sure why no one else seems to notice, how simply being in this church has suddenly given you wings. Thousands of names run up and into his mouth, through his mind, and he wants to give them to you, wants them to spill out and over for everyone to hear. He wants to call you Angel, wants to call you Goddess, wants to call you nothing at all because something this pure and this holy should never be tarnished by his tongue.

He wants to call you everything so instead he calls you mes tous.

He knows it’s wrong, rather, thinks it is wrong, but when he’s looking at you, he simply cannot fathom any other term.

For him, you are everything, and nothing else will ever compare.

Yeolo[11:32 AM]: countess YN[11:33 AM]: this text better be about lolla tix Yeolo[11:33 AM]: it is not YN[11:34 AM]: GOD DAMMIT YN[11:34 AM]: T______T YN[11:35 AM]: i hate meetings YN[11:36 AM]: im so sad now Yeolo[11:37 AM]: i know baby i know Yeolo[11:38 AM]: but whats the name of that place you stayed in last year Yeolo[11:39 AM]: for the fest YN[11:40 AM]: the hi chicago hostel YN[11:41 AM]: why YN[11:42 AM]: i am NOT making shithead baek reservations if he got tix YN[11:43 AM]: maybe i will for yixing YN[11:43 AM]: because i am nice Yeolo sent a Photo YN[11:44 AM]: PARK CHANYEOL YN[11:45 AM]: YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING WITH ME Yeolo[11:46 AM]: I AM NOT FUCKING WITH YOU BABY YN[11:47 AM]: YOU GOT THEM Yeolo[11:48 AM]: I GOT THEM BABY WERE GOING YN wants to FaceTime

The rain in Chicago is biblical, pouring out of a chasm in the sky in torrents. You could drown in it, you think, if you let yourself go, let it take you over. Like this, it’s easy to associate it with Chanyeol, to assume that it’s him in the rain; it’s him soaking you with wet kisses that cover your hair. It covers you how Chanyeol covers you: completely, warm against your skin and never feeling like a threat, simply cleansing - your body and your mind, making you feel free, making you feel new. The rain feels like Chanyeol, and so you welcome it, let it run down your neck, let it pour into your lungs, and over your skin, baptising yourself in his essence before he comes to wipe his holy residue away.

With the festival over, Chanyeol takes your hand and starts leading you through the crowd to exit the park. He doesn’t say anything, just glances down at you and smiles, squinting through the rain, though his grip never slips. Even in the dark of the night and in between the thick drops, you can see him, radiating like a beacon, calling you to him, a lighthouse for the lonely ship of your ardor.

Standing on Michigan Ave, you cock your head back, letting people push past and grumble at your stillness, and try to keep all of this with you, within you. The city, the weather, the music, his touch, his hands, his mouth. You think on Chanyeol’s arms as they held you, swayed with you to your favourite songs. You think on his laugh as he ran from stage to stage, forcing you to keep up with his long stride. You think of how he fell asleep in your lap, curled up on a blanket beneath a tree, cuddling into you for comfort.

These things, these important, meaningful things, are carved into your bones, and you think they were drawn by Chicago itself. Leaving means tearing out your ribs and leaving them behind. Leaving means going back to how things are, to reality, to the realization that Chanyeol is not yours. And you cannot expect him to be.

Tugging on your hand, Chanyeol waits patiently before you as you open your eyes, and you smile. Rain glides down his nose, dripping off at the tip, making him chuckle. Intensely, he holds your gaze, does not waver and instead looks into you, as though he is seeking your heart, seeking your blood, and asking for both with only his eyes. With parted lips, he breathes through his mouth, as though he has run a mile to get to you, perhaps run for his whole life to have you with him.

A tether has started to spawn between your chests, growing into steel cable and pulling you to him, as though he is a magnet. You step closer forcing your steps to be cautious, your anxious feet wanting to run to him, run through him to say you have been inside him, and left your name behind on all his brightest and ugliest parts. And when he steps closer, gaze dark and chest heaving and hands seeking the wet skin of your arms, you think maybe you could speak, if only to keep him with you, like this, for just one minute more.

‘Let’s not go home.’ It’s neither a question nor a plea, simply a wish, simply a door to an alternate reality you wish you could unlock.

But Chanyeol, already having learned to be brave for you, slides his hands from your arms to your cheeks, and thinks he could do it again. ‘I already am home.’

He presses your lips together without caution, without fear, as if it’s the only thing he’s known how to do in his life. Tilting your head to the side, you open for him, and feel him growl into your mouth as he crushes your body against his, hands moving to splay against your back. You are glad for his tight hold, your knees starting to shake and your hands fisting in his shirt for purchase. He holds you up and supports you with ease, swallows your moans with the whole of his greedy throat, and devours you as though he could never have his fill. Lips moving in unison, you suck on his bottom lip, relishing how soft and smooth the skin feels against your hungry mouth, and this makes him part, gasping for breath.

‘Chanyeol,’ you try, though your voice sounds weak and broken.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he closes his eyes and tries to speak. ‘I call you Countess,’ he croaks, voice tight and small as he struggles to catch his breath and not to cry.

You nod, unable to offer anything else, skin sliding against his. ‘Yes.’

Shaking his head, he pulls away from you for a moment but does not let you go. ‘It comes from the French comte, and that comes from Latin meaning companion,’ he attempts to explain, the words sounding lackluster and unconfident in his haste. ‘You are...that and...I listen to you.’

‘You’re not makin sense, dove,’ you say, lacing your tone with compassion as you bring a palm to his cheek.

‘You don’t think I listen but I do.’ He nuzzles into your palm with a content sigh, closing his eyes for a moment before pressing a wet kiss to your palm and continuing. ‘I hang off every fucking word you say, commit it to memory. I’m always wanting you to say things twice: first so I can learn it and second just so I can hear you say it. I just want to hear it.’

‘Ch-’

‘I’m in love with you.’

Chanyeol announces the words like they’re a jumble of syllables he’s never had to use and is only now learning how to phrase them, or how to shape them. In the wake of their cadence, he takes in your wide, shocked eyes, and realizes he loves them. He loves how they sound on his tongue, loves how they make you look, and so he says them again.

‘I’m so in love with you,’ he repeats, this time slower, and this time making sure you hear. You have the passing sensation he looks like he could float away, awed smile on his lips as he regards you and eyes blown with desire, dark and purely euphoric. ‘It took me forever to figure it out because I’ve never felt this way before, it honestly feels like I could die or I could live forever, like just breathing around you is a risk but fuck, I’ve never felt more alive just standing next to you, just existing beside you.’

The ground seemingly disappears from beneath your feet at his confession, voice gone off in search of the terrain you once knew so well. A shiver runs through your body, though you cannot tell if it is simply of the rain or because of the things he is saying. Unable to do or think through anything, you merely stare, hold onto his shoulders and try not to whimper at the way he whines at the loss of your skin against his.

‘I think I’ve been in love with you since I met you,’ he continues, ‘when the Empress brought you to JD’s party, remember? How I didn’t stop standing next to you or trying to talk to you? You thought I was clingy, maybe I am, but I just wanted to share everything with you. And you already had a boyfriend. He was such a shithead. I hated him first because he had you and then most because he hurt you. The first time I heard you crying on the couch I sat against my door and listened. I wanted to die and then I wanted to go kill him. You did that for weeks, until I needed you in my bed. I couldn’t take it, I just wanted to hold you.’

Running his hands along your cheeks, he kisses your forehead, as your eyes flutter shut with a sight. Then he brings his lips to your nose, your cheeks, your eyes, and, lastly, your lips.

‘I always want to hold you,’ he whispers, breath warm against your mouth as he lingers close. ‘I can’t sleep without you. I don’t deserve you. At all. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re funny, half the time you look like a fucking angel. I keep fucking up things I want to say because you look at me and it’s like my whole life is suddenly shifting. I don’t deserve you, and you can do so much better than me, so we travel. I give you the world because you deserve that, and at least that I get to share.’

It takes you a long while to find your voice, your hands playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck as he presses chaste kisses against your lips. He’s scared, you can feel it in the way he trembles against you, body exhilarated from his confession and terrified, now, of rejection. He’s scared you will push him away, and so he takes what he can get from your mouth and your skin, having his fill to keep it inside for always, even after you are gone.

Much the same, you press your body close to his, letting his cologne linger on your tongue and inside your blood. For you, he is a contact high, a shot of adrenaline straight to your heart that makes the world seem better, seem brighter, simply because he is there to change the spectrum of your vision. And so you take your time simply touching him, touching all the things you’ve felt before without really letting yourself feel them.

‘I decide what I deserve,’ you mutter quietly against his jaw.

This seems to shock him into action, his body careening into yours as he buries his face into your neck. ‘I want you,’ he cries, in relief. ‘Oh my God, I want you.’

‘I’m yours,’ you whisper, pulling his head from your neck and kissing him, first with your soul and then with your mouth. ‘I’m yours.’

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isthisaegyo · 7 years

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Get To Know Me Tag

Thank you for tagging me! @smilehyunsik

Rules: Answer 30 Questions then tag 20 blogs

Questions:

1. Nicknames: L, El Dorado, Chika, Chi, San (I have a bunch but these are the most common ones)

2. Gender: Female

3. Star sign: Leo

4. Height: 5’5”

5. Time: 10:06 PM

6. Birthday: August 21st

7. Favourite bands: , BTS, Monsta X, Seventeen, Infinite, Exo, Got7, Astro, BlackPink, Twice, Red Velvet, NCT, Top Secret, A.C.E...(too many for me to list tbh)

8. Favorite solo artists: Bii, Jessi, DPR Live, Code Kunst, Jay Park

9. Song stuck in my head: Mind Control by Top Secret

10. Last movie watched: Shrek the Musical (The first floor of my apartment forced me to watch it with them, I didn’t make it through the whole thing)

11. Last show watched: I’m currently watching While You Were Sleeping. I love it so much!

12. When did I create my blog: I made this one around 6 months ago in April.

13. What do I post: K-Pop, some K-Drama stuff, when I have time I do edits and mood boards too.

14. Last thing googled: “cooked meat internal temperature” Because I keep forgetting what the temperature should be while cooking.

15. Do you have other blogs: My art blog turned trash bin is here @its-a-ninja-thing

16. Do you get asks: From time to time when I open them. I appreciate each and every one.

17. Why did you choose your url: I thought it would be funny and I wanted it to be a quote from someone. Jisoo said it and it sounded catchy to me.

18. Following: 351

19. Followers: 481

20. Favorite colors: I like soft colors and greens.

21. Average hours of sleep: Around 6-9 hours a day?

22. Lucky number: It’s either 6 or 21

23. Instruments: I know one song on the piano and I used to play trumpet before I quit band. Does knowing how to play Hot Crossed Buns on a recorder count for anything?

24. What I am wearing: An oversized plaid jacket, an army green tee and baggy grey sleep pants.

25. How many blankets I sleep with: Depends on the weather. Sometimes I’ll sleep with none, sometimes I’ll be buried under four blankets.

26. Dream job: I really want to go into either Illustration or story boarding. I love drawing so much!

27. Dream trip: I would like to visit Korea but Alaska is also up there on my list.

28. Favourite food: I love ice cream

29. Nationality: American

30. Favourite song right now: Stuck between Go Go by BTS and Change Up by Seventeen

I tag:

@bts-melody, @al1svt, @waiting-in-summer-rain, @chloeisalion, @chogiay-yo, @infinityexo, @marapocalypse, @piiriimiirii, @melon-s17, @cafe101, @vexedinfelicitas, @x--monpechemignon, @bitofbella, @a-llie7, @emma62442, @stopstealingmyjamsjimin, @monstaxunni, @got7phie, @maroongirl98, @karougirl123, @smallsugacube, @bitchyglitterblizzard, And anyone else who wants to do this!

(you don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna)

#tagged #reply #aww thanks for tagging me #get to know me

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thegreenhorseman · 5 years

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In the past 365 days a lot of blood sweat and tears have been shed. We have officially been in our home for a year. Since moving in you have come along with me on my journey to bring Blade home. The work began in January; a warm spell allowed Zac and I to go outside and work in the yard. Trees were prunes, the stream was raked, and we got to know our property. This helped up lay our the ideas and plans for the busy year to come. Zac and I spent time walking the property to get a solid plan.

February blew in more winter. The 2018 winter in New York was a snowy one. We spent a lot of time snow-blowing, shoveling and roof raking. In February I focused on projects in the house and learned to make my own hay nets. March really was no better. As the days became longer and warmer we began to emerge from the house and went back to exploring the backyard. In March I set a goal to have Blade home by May and I simultaneously made plans with my trainer to bring Happy with him. This helped motivate me to get things done.

Morning Leaving Work and Heading to the Farm

Spring began at the end of March when the snows melted and left us with a shockingly we backyard. We were so saturated you could hear the water trickling. Equipment was rented and materials were purchased. In the four weeks of April we cleared land (by hand), installed 300 feet of french drains, and set up one full paddock complete with the electric fencing setup. I had also set up my new round-pen and corral shelter. In these four busy weeks Zac and I got to know our neighbors much better. They saw how hard we were working and we grew close. We learned quickly that we have the best neighbors anyone could ever hope to have.

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May was the month Blade and Happy came home and we officially became a horse property. We also adopted Bardi, our fluffy Icelandic Sheepdog who has proven to be THE MOST AMAZING DOG EVER (seriously, even non-dog people want to take him home). I continued to work hard and added the second paddock. I also had the confidence to go try something new all on my own: mounted archery. This led to the discovery of a whole new fire within me.

The heat of June combined with dietary changes and major life changes threw Blade for a whirlwind. He suffered mild colic a few times which led me to suspect he was experiencing gastric issues yet again. I spent a lot of time monitoring Blade, attending mounted archery practice, and preparing the site of our new run-in shed.

July came and we began the big build. My incredible friends and family teamed up to make my dreams and Zac’s carefully thought out plans a reality. The days were long and the sun was hot. We enjoyed the pool often. At the end of the month two of my girlfriends made some bucket-list dreams comes true. Borrowing a friend’s horse I went along with them to Lake Luzerne and camped. We trail rode and even took the horses swimming. I couldn’t stop smiling even if I wanted to.

Facebook is a wonderful thing and in August I found an ad for some old polytape fencing. It wasn’t in the best condition but two strands easily covered four acres. The gentleman advertising it gave me all plus some hardware for only $25. I put it up two weeks later; it’s not charged and runs in and around trees but the horses have a fantastic turnout pasture at the top of our hill. This has been tremendous in keeping them out of the mud during wet weather. I also explored another new-to-me activity, cattle sorting!

Time got away from me in the later summer months. Taking advantage of the weather was of the upmost importance. I am only realizing now that I never posted about several events including our housewarming party! We hosted nearly 60 people at our home for a wonderful barbecue. Blade gave pony rides to my cousins and hugged my grandma. Blade has improved so significantly that I began to desensitize him and train him for mounted archery. Surprisingly enough he took to it quickly. In our second session we were trotting around shooting the target on our own. We also purchased our new ATV which has made life so much easier. At the end of September I had to sadly say goodbye to Happy as she left my home, returning to riding at my trainer’s farm. Before she left I made a wonderful connection with Susan Kayne, founder of Unbridled Thoroughbred Foundation. I began fostering Zeno Bay and Vai Via a week before Happy went home allowing for Blade to become acquainted with the boys before losing his girlfriend.

October rolled in and brought with it some cooler weather. The boys got to know each-other and I was collecting donated blankets from some amazing supporters. November was a great month for indoor activities. Cornell hosted a seminar where we learned to run our own fecal floats to look for parasites. I attended Equine Affaire again and I spent most of October and November getting to know Vai Via and Zeno Bay. The personalities have made them both shine. The months have been wet, however, so it’s been very inconvenient for riding and making much progress on that end. Due to financial reasons I stopped taking lessons. Now, at the end of December I am very much missing them especially when I want to ride and it’s either dark, too frozen, or too muddy.

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I don’t know what the coming year has in store for me. I sense more big changes on the horizon. Depending on how these changes play out the year can unfold into several different directions. Right this moment I can say I would love to earn enough money to get back to taking lessons. I hope to finally find a routine that works to help me lose weight and stay active with the balancing of horses and working out. Unfortunately my mounted archery club is on shaky ground but I hope to practice at home. I also hope to become a stronger more active voice for thoroughbreds by making a place for myself within the Unbridled Thoroughbred Foundation.

Also, something very important to me, is The Green Horseman. I want to know how you think I can improve. This year I posted 81 articles. What did you like? What didn’t you like? Most of my articles are posted Thursday mornings.

Do you want to see more educational posts?

Do you prefer my journey?

…or do you like the mix?

I would like to become a more structured blogger and revamp my website to be more user friendly.

Do you want to see product reviews?

You voice is what matters most!

Below is a COMPLETE listing of 2018’s articles by month. I thank you for being with me on this journey and hope you will continue to support me in the new year.

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January (6 Posts)

01/03 – RESOLUTION TIME

01/08 – Equine 101: POP QUIZ (#2)!

01/22 – Heart to Horse Box – January 2018

01/23 – Weekly Photo Challenge: Silence

01/24 – Every Barn Needs…

01/28 – Weekend Projects

February (5 Posts)

02/01 – Will Delta Dental Cover My Horse?

02/08 – The 5Ws of an Equine Dental Float

02/10 – Playing on a Friday Afternoon

02/15 – The Power Argument in Dentistry

02/17 – When You Fall Off a Horse…

March (9 Posts)

03/01 – Protecting Our Four Hooved Friends

03/04 – Afternoon Naps

03/13 – Blame It On Heartland

03/15 – Progress

03/18 – Weekly Photo Challenge

03/19 – Poison Prevention Week: Mind Your Feed

03/22 – Don’t Judge!

03/29 – Night and Day, There’s a Difference

03/31 – I’m Drowning

April (12 Posts)

04/02 – It’s Someone’s Birthday

04/03 – Barn Cat Arnie Again

04/05 – Update on the Homemade Hay Net

04/07 – Farm Updates: French Drains

04/08 – Who Said Having Fun Can’t Be Productive?

04/09 – Busy Brain = Lack of Sleep

04/12 – Fencing Update

04/18 – Absorbine Liniment For My Shoulders, Please

04/19 – Did You Catch Me?

04/23 – What’s That Burning Smell?

04/26 – Backyard Critters

04/30 – Weekend Update

May (7 Posts)

05/02 – T Minus 24 Hours

05/03 – We Have Arrived!

05/08 – Farm Update

05/10 – When the Going Gets Tough

05/17 – New Experiences

05/24 – Shout-Out For the Trainers

05/31 – Overdue Update Part 1

June (11 Posts)

06/01 – Overdue Update: Part 2

06/02 – Overdue Update Part 3

06/03 – Overdue Update Part 4

06/04 – Overdue Update Part 5

06/05 – Overdue Update Part 6

06/08 – Equine 101: Horse Vitals

06/09 – Putting the Vitals to Use

06/11 – The Aftermath of Last Week

06/14 – Recovering From The Stress Dump

06/21 – On to the Next One

06/22 – Quick Fun Update

July (1 Post)

07/31 – Summertime Slump

August (2 Posts)

08/02 – Bucket List!

08/09 – Cross Training On The Weekend

September (8 Posts)

09/13 – Horses Update

09/15 – Barn Progress

09/16 – Bad News and Good News Squared

09/19 – Mounted Archery Update

09/21 – Day 1 for Two…

09/22 – Mounted Archery at Home

09/23 – New Toys, New Tools, New Fun

09/27 – The Ups and Downs of the Weekend

October (6 Posts)

10/11 – I’m Cold Therefore My Horse is Cold

10/18 – A Needed Night Away

10/22 – Celebrate the Wins

10/23 – Everyone’s Talking About It

10/25 – Happy Birthday and Thank You

10/26 – Spending Money Like Ouch

November (9 Posts)

11/01 – A Joyful Noise

11/07 – Poop, Yes I Said It. POOP

11/14 – The Green Horseman at the Affaire

11/15 – Clinicians of Equine Affaire 2018

11/16 – The Green Horseman at Fantasia

11/22 – Happy Thanksgiving

11/26 – Blade’s Resolutions

11/27 – Tis The Season to Be Giving

11/29 – The Green Horseman’s Recommended Gifts Under $50

December (5 Posts including today)

12/06 – Update On The Three Amigos

12/13 – The Green Horseman on Another Project: Winter Prep

12/20 – Hay, Hay You! What’s New?

12/27 –Christmas Festivities

2018 Recap In the past 365 days a lot of blood sweat and tears have been shed. We have officially been in our home for a year.

#Holidays2018 #HomeImprovement #Homeowners #HoneyDoList #HopesandDreams #Horse #horselover #Horses #NewYear #Resolutions #TheGreenHorseman

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bookishgryffindor1x1 · 7 years

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Character Development

Elizabeth

01 / BASICS

Full Name: Elizabeth Kenna Argyle Nickname: Lizzie, only used rarely by people close to her Sex/Gender: Female Birthday: 4th May 1963 Age: 16 Astrological Sign: Taurus Occupation: Student at Hogwarts Spoken Languages: English, some Scots Gaelic Sexual Orientation: Straight Birthplace: Inveraray, Scotland Relationship status: Single

02/ PHYSICAL TRAITS

Race: Human Ethnicity: White British Hair Color/Style: Red, straight, reaches to her mid-back; is usually kept in a ponytail Eye Color: Blue Accent: A fairly broad but relaxed West Highland Scottish accent. Height: 5′4″ Tattoos: None Piercings: One in each ear. Unique Attributes: Elizabeth is heavily freckled across her face, arms and legs. Defining Gestures/Movements: She tends to tuck loose strands of hair behind her ears as a fidget, and keeps her arms folded most of the time when talking to others. Posture: She usually stands up straight, but sometimes slouches when she’s tired or unhappy.

03 / PERSONALITY TRAITS

Pet Peeves: People taking her things without asking, or just hiding them so she can’t find them. Hobbies/Interests: Elizabeth is a member of the Chess Club, enjoys any games that can be played with a pen and a bit of paper, and is a founding member of a small informal club that plays games with a ball and assorted charms - the basic aim being to keep the ball moving between players by bouncing it off walls, floors and the like, while using any charm they like to affect the ball as it moves. Also, like her brother, she has been learning Scottish dance and fencing from a young age. Special Skills/Abilities: Excellent hand-eye coordination, has something of a knack with animals. Likes: Thunderstorms, teasing her brother, Muggle clothes shops Dislikes: Purists, the cold, deep water Insecurities: Mainly she’s worried about messing up her exams. Quirks/Eccentricities: She has a habit of swearing in Scots Gaelic, and will stop to pay attention to any cat that crosses her path. Strengths: Confident, helpful, and gentle Weaknesses: Hot-headed, stubborn, emotional Speaking Style: She tends to talk fairly quickly and clearly, though not particularly loud. Temperament: She’s very friendly to anyone who seems willing to talk, but she does not take well to anyone giving offence and can flare up very easily.

04 / FAMILY & HOME

Family: Glen Argyle (father), Kenna Argyle (mother), Jason Glen Argyle (brother), Micheil Argyle (paternal grandfather), Jean Argyle (paternal grandmother), Rory Macmillan (maternal grandfather), Ealasaid Macmillan (maternal grandmother), Fergus Macmillan (maternal uncle) How does she feel about her family?: She’s a bit of a daddy’s girl, and although she gets a bit irritated when her grandparents tut at her tomboyish ways, she appreciates that they just want what’s best for her, even if that’s not necessarily what she wants. She adores her big brother, and although he’s just as protective of her as the rest of the family, she gets her own back on him by being an annoying little sister whenever he’s smothering her too much. How does her family feel about her?: As the baby of the family, she’s always been wrapped in cotton wool and a little bit spoiled. Her parents try to encourage her to be a little more independent, but this makes little headway against her overly protective grandparents. Her Sorting into Slytherin was quite a shock; she doesn’t have quite the same loud, vocal drive and ambition that put her brother in there, but they have relaxed on seeing that she is still the same cheery young woman they know and love. Pets: She got a black kitten as a pet when she started her first year, and named him Lonan. He’s fully-grown now and a regular mischief-maker in he common room. Where does she live?: When not at school, she lives in the family home on the outskirts of Inveraray, Scotland. What is it like there?: It is far enough away from the main town that the environment is reasonably quiet, and with the loch close by the entire area is tranquil and comfortable. Description of her home: The old stone house is reasonably spacious for its age, though this is partly due to having been expanded a few times with magic. It has a garden surrounded with a low stone wall and hedges at the back of the house. Inside, it’s furnished in a cosy, old-fashioned style, with lots of old furniture and dark wood, but the decor is light enough that it doesn’t feel too cramped. Description of her bedroom: Despite being pretty small, it’s very cosy, decorated with warm reds and yellows. The solid wooden bed against one wall has a thick, bright yellow quilt, and the heavy wardrobe is against the wall at the foot of the bed. A desk, covered with books and scribbled-on papers, sits under the window, with a bookshelf next to it.

05/ THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert?: Extrovert; although she’s not loud and boisterous, she does enjoy spending time around others and loves to meet new people. Optimist or Pessimist?: She’s somewhere in the middle; while she likes to look on the bright side, there’s a streak of cynicism that stops her from getting too carried away. Leader or Follower?: She’s definitely more of a leader type. Confident or Self-Conscious?: Usually she’s quite confident. Cautious or Careless?: Cautious - although she has a quick temper, she’s reasonably good at controlling it most of the time, and doesn’t just leap into situations. Religious or Secular?: Secular - she wasn’t ever raised in a religion, but she attends church sometimes for significant holidays. Passionate or Apathetic?: Passionate. She picks and chooses her causes, but she gives herself to them 100%. Book Smarts or Street Smarts?: Book smarts. She’s been sheltered enough that she’s not really as streetwise as she could be. Compliments or Insults?: Depends on how she’s feeling, but she’s usually more likely to give someone an affectionate insult than a compliment. Pajamas or Underwear?: She prefers pyjamas or nightdresses rather than risk someone walking in on her less dressed.

06 / FAVORITES

Favorite Color: A really bright, sunshiny yellow is her favourite. Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: When she doesn’t have to wear her school robes, she’s usually wearing Muggle dresses, mostly with floral patterns on them. Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: She doesn’t have a favourite; she’ll listen to pretty much anything people are playing. Favorite Movies: She’s never seen any. Favorite TV Shows: She’s never watched TV. Favorite Books: She likes to curl up with a set of children’s books about the adventures of a group of Animagi named the Creature Crew. Favorite Foods/Drinks: She loves roast lamb dinners and sausages, and her favourite sweets are Fizzing Whizzbees. As far as drinks go, she’ll happily curl up with a cup of tea or a glass of pumpkin juice. Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: While not as avid a fan as her brother, she’s a supporter of the Quidditch team Pride of Portree. Favorite Actors/Actresses: N/A Favorite Time of Day: She likes evenings, as she’s definitely no morning person. Favorite Weather/Season: She likes sunny days, and summer’s her favourite season because it’s the warmest. Favorite Animal: Her beloved cat Lonan, but she likes most animals.

07 / MISCELLANEOUS

Fears/Superstitions: She’s terrified of kelpies; when she was about six, a kelpie in the local loch tried to attack her, and it was only due to Jason’s intervention and accidental magic that she got away unharmed. She also believes in a number of superstitions, having grown up in an environment full of them - white heather is lucky; you should never place new shoes on the table; if you spill salt you should throw some over your left shoulder; rowan wards off evil (this one is particularly significant to her, as her wand is made of rowan wood). Political Views: She isn’t much for politics, but if she thought about she’d probably say she leans towards the liberal side of things. Religion/Philosophy of Life: She believes that there’s some greater power out there, probably, but it’s not something that can be relied on to help and she’d rather try to make a better world herself. Allergies: None. Addictions: None, fortunately. Best/Worst School Subject: Her best subject is Charms, whereas her worst used to waver between History of Magic and Transfiguration and is now Potions. How does she get money?: Her parents give her an allowance, which is generally sufficient to buy the things she wants. How is she with technology?: She’s never interacted with it much, but it does make her a little curious.

08 / PAST & FUTURE

Fondest Memory: One warm summer evening when she was about nine years old; her parents and grandparents were all out in the garden enjoying a meal cooked over a little campfire they’d set up, and she and her brother were playing at camping with a tent they’d rigged up out of an old blanket. Deepest, Darkest Secret: She’s not really got any terrible secrets - the worst is probably letting Jason take the blame for a valuable piece of china that she broke. Dream Vacation: She’d love to go to the Caribbean, or some other tropical seaside location, and just explore for days. Best thing that has ever happened to this character: Passing her OWLs. Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: Being attacked by a kelpie as a little girl. What does she want to be when she grows up?: She wants to work with animals - at present her intent is to join the family business. Perfect Date: She’s never really thought about it much - mostly because she’s still at the stage of “all the boys I know are morons and I can’t imagine going out with one” - but she’d enjoy a day out somewhere pretty.

#headcanons #pint sized powerhouse: about Elizabeth

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