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headingalaxys-spicy · 2 years

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So, if you're up to do some demon au asks , how about demon America , China and Japan with Tamamo no Mae ( Ninetails fox ) reader ? They like a divine creature and they live in temples and provide protection for humans who worship them as protectors of their territory.I hope u understand what I say , because my english so bad ahaha •́ ‿ ,•̀

Your English isn't bad it's perfect actually. Anyways I hope you like my short scenarios. Japans is really fluffy. I really kinda like his the most out of these three writings.

Demon America

Woken up in the middle of the night by hearing some haunting whispers of the Demon King of the Solar Dead Zone. He had just entered into the scared land that you protected. You were hoping that he would stay away and mind his own business. You could overhear the conversation that he was having with himself in his mind. Your ears raise high when you know that he wanted to set fire to the forest. He wanted to do it simply because he was bored down in his own domain in hell.

“Tsch. Asshole. I’ll teach him to destroy my forest and destroy my sacred land.” You got a read on his energy signature so you could teleport to where he was. You didn’t want to give him a chance to carry out his plans. You concentrated your energy to go after him.

You appeared mere inches away from his face. Your hands were firmly gripped on the Yari on the blonde king's neck.

“Leave or die demon. You want to burn down my forest and I’m not going to allow that.” Your teeth were gritted and you looked directly into his blue irises. His brows were raised high and his mind was trying to adjust to the reality that Fox spirits really did exist in Japan.

“So Emperor Kiku wasn’t lying when he said that Fox spirits were real.” He had a handsome smirk. Not that you would admit that.

“Yeah, we are now moving along.” You scowl. His blue eyes did detect the slightest bit of hesitation. He twitched his muscles to get your sword away from his neck and you proceed to push it closer to his neck where it pushed into it can draw the tiniest bit of blood from the small piercing you had given him.

The mere fact that you had no problem comforting him ….a Demon King of all things was amusing and exciting to him.

“Know your place Fox.”

“Stay out of my peaceful domain bitch.”

You drew a little more blood from his throat when you pressed the tip of of your yari further into his larynx. Black blood began to trickle down your silvery blade and onto the crescent hilt.

“Fiesty fox are we?” A smile begins to spread like wildfire across his face. For some reason, you began to feel heat build at the soles of your feet.

*boom*

“Ahhhhhh!” he sent flames through your veins and your entire body was in an intense amount of pain from his swift attack. Your head felt like it was under a shower of lava and the rest of your body felt like it was being bathed in the hottest fires in hell. The pain immobilized you and you were unable to defend your forest from his flames.

Demon King China

All demon King China wanted to do was conquer as much as he could in the underworld and the human world. Unfortunately, he had set his sights on your territory.

“It would be nice to make this area into a spa and rest area. Maybe even have a nice shopping mall and let's not forget to have nice 5 star restaurants…. All those humans will want to flood this place and spend all of their money. They will become greedy and I can begin to harvest all of that negative energy. My plan is genius!” He giggles to himself. His demon servants, engineers, architects, and others would all be in tow listening to his plans. They’re scoping out the land so that they can begin to build as soon as possible.

“Next time I won’t miss old man. You’re so greedy wanting to take the humans and the land that I protect and defile nature for your own sick needs. I’m not going to allow it.”

Yao and his demon entourage are stunned at the incredible sight before him. A lovely (favorite color) Fox with nine tails that can talk and wield weapons.

“Aya… how much strong green tea did I have before I came to earth. It can’t be that much to have this type of illusion. And one that tried to assault me.” He’s amused and questioning if someone spiked his tea. He’s never seen anything like you before.

“Sir that's one of the Fox guardians that Emperor Kiku talked to you about a little while ago.” One of the servants chimed in.

“My god you demons are dumb. Can’t any of you assholes see that you’re not welcome here?” Annoyed that you had to change into a human form in order to make your threats more credible.

Yao’s amber irises light up with pure delight at the sight of your attractive and adorable form which still had your nine elegant tails and cute fox ears. Oh, how he was dying inside to scratch you behind the ears as if you were some sort of domesticated pet.

“How cute. You would make for an adorable pet for me and I can show you off. You would make the most perfect accessory.”

Your eye twitches in agitation. The mere thought of being this demon's plaything only pissed you off. You summon a fireball to get rid of these pests.

“Yeah, no I don’t play the role of ‘pet.’” You fire off towards Yao and his cronies. It hits his left arm and his demon cronies grab their weapons ready to fight you. Yao summons his large wok.

“You are now my adorable Fox.”

Demon King Japan

The much more silent and stealthy demon Emperor that filly understands the kitsunes that are normally in his land but knows some of them have migrated elsewhere. He comes up from the Toxic Sakura dominion. He does so in order to see his favorite Tamamo no Mae: The Glimmering moonlight fox.

Kiku had thought and dreamt about how he admired you for countless hours. Your Shimmery whitetail had a soft glow and looked mesmerizing in the moonlight. He knew that you were powerful and it was almost time for you to ascend to the heavens. He wanted to capture a few more decent photos of you before you were no longer a guardian of the earth. He needed more to add to his rather large collection. He wanted to be able to keep the memory of you close to him.

Tonight was the night of the full moon and you were able to have access to more power during this time. You were great at being able to put on a show for your citizens. In return, they offered gold, wine, and fine foods.

A flurry of Japanese Camellia began to rain from the sky.

‘They’re near.’ Kiku says to himself. ‘My muse.’ He picks up the pace in his wings and he could sense the power of you grow ever stronger. Where he saw radiant but soft glows of pink, white, and yellow. He knew he found the celebration. Quite possible the transformation of the Tamamo no Mae.

He stumbled behind some bushes and prepared his camera. He wasn’t going to miss his final chance at seeing the rare beauty up close. The shimmery fox waltzed between its worshippers with grace their tail whipped about playfully enrapturing its audience with your supernatural beauty. They proceed to leap into the sky and transformed into a human hybrid form. Your tails were fanned out behind you like a peacock trying to show off and your ears were pointed upright.

“My lovely citizens it’s been a pleasure protecting your humble town and watching it prosper.”

Applause erupted for a few moments and died down before you continued.

“This will be my last night on earth.”

“Awwwwwwww.” The crowd collectively cried together.

“Don’t go!”

“We need you.”

“Stay please.” people started to become restless and even nervous about the thought of their Tamamo no Mae leaving them.

“Fear not my people. I may not be here guarding you physically but I’ll always be with you in spirit. I know that you will continue to thrive.”

The crowd did not respond their eyes stayed on your form waiting for you to continue.

“I’ll leave you with one final gift so you won’t miss me so much.”

At the snap of your fingers glistening Viola’s began to rain on the citizens.

“Keep these and plant them for they will bring you sustained joy and happiness in your life.”

Kiku took this time to try and capture as many photos as he possibly could with his camera. It was difficult to do when his palms were clammy and his heart was racing around in his chest. You were the only being to ever make him feel this way.

‘What’s happening to me?’ Kiku thinks to himself and his heart pulse continued to rise.

“And with that my fair people I say ‘sayonara’. See you in the future.” A blinding silver light filled the area and the Tamamo no Mae was gone.

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That night Emperor Kiki can't stop thinking about them when he drifted off to sleep. By the time he woke up there was a vibrant red camellia on his heart.

#hetalia america #hetalia china #demon au #hws america #hws japan #hetalia fandom #headingalaxys writes stuff #alfred f jones #hetalia x reader #x reader #hws #hetalia #hetalia japan #kiku honda

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downywrites · 3 years

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Bird has released demons. Bird shall raise hellfire- just kidding. It was bird all along. Have Sam writing, little beans. And yes, he is centaur-like in this fic.

Awesamdude gets tickled by his own malfunctioning robot lmao

Sparks flew from the tools in Sam’s hand, making a screeching noise that echoed through the creeper hybrid’s hidden laboratory. The light of the tool created a flickering shape over the hybrid’s welding mask, dancing to the beat of an unknown song, an unknown beat known only by the fabrics of the cosmos.

The tool powered down, Sam’s other hand coming up and, with one practiced movement, pushing his mask up and wiping his brow of the sweat that gathered there. He huffed quietly at the sweltering heat of the room. He hadn’t expected it to get this warm today. He might even need to go outside to cool off, before he started hissing from the warmth. The heat clung to him like humidity in a jungle forest, and the creeper tried to shake it off a little, before placing the tool down gently on his working table and tracing the shape of the newly built robot.

It was nicely shaped and well to his liking. It was a small little object, no bigger than the size of his hand. Its purpose, however, was infinitely bigger than its size. He needed to make a head robot, one that would be able to take care of the others and organize them for him. He had made so many for the other SMP members that, if he so much as blinked, one of them would need repairing or remodeling. After all, nobody can have a perfect prototype.

He tapped a small little button in the side, which retracted into the robot slowly. Once it had fully retracted, the robot’s little beady camera eyes opened, looking at its creator. Its wheels whirred a little and, with a bit of coaxing from him, began to wheel around on the table. He smiled at it, little floofy ears wiggling with happiness. It had worked! As he did so, however, a hissing noise came out of his mouth. He startled, stepping backwards a bit. He cocked his head, confused, before remembering the temperature. Oh… That’s why.

He moved towards the window, four legs tapping on the floor, before a small arm trapped one of his legs in its grip. He turned to look at the small robot, perplexed. Why would it do that? I didn’t.. Oh. The self-defense mechanics, hm? At least they worked. The robot pulled him more towards him, making him yelp and skid a little on the smooth floor. “Hey!” The robot beeped out a small response. “Defense mechanisms activate. Hostile mob seen.” His eyes widened a bit at that. What kind of defense mechanisms did he set up? He couldn’t recall, a side effect of working on the little thing day and night. Curse my memory!

He hissed again, albeit this time out of worry. If he died to this thing… what would happen? What would his death message be? Could he get back into his lab without it doing it again? He didn’t know, and he certainly did not want to find out. He wriggled, trying to escape the arms of the robot. It tightened the arms more in response, sending out more arms to restrain his legs. They wrapped around his ankles, grabbing at his front legs too. Once they had secured their grip on his front ankles, they pulled suddenly, making Sam crash to the floor with a loud yelp and a hiss. It tied him up with a few of their arms, checking to make sure that the arm ties were secure before retracting from behind him.

Try as he might, Sam could not see the full scope of the robot’s actions from his uncomfortable position. He struggled to use his arms to move him, but his lower body was simply too heavy to move efficiently in that manner, especially not when he would be attempting to escape one of his robots. He sighed, accepting his (probably ridiculous) death message and closing his eyes. He waited for the first impact, but no impact came. He opened his eyes, confused. What? “Hostile mob captured. Initiating part two of defense.” Huh? Since when did- He felt a claw drag over one of his clawed feet, making him giggle. “Ohoho...that defense.”

His cheeks burned green, already whimpering at the idea of getting wrecked by one of his own robots. How ironic. The robot continued to gently trace over the creeper hybrid’s feet, unknowing of what it was actually doing and to who. It sped up a little, scratching gently at the soles of his clawed feet. Sam’s eyes widened in surprise, the sensations making him giggle and squirm in his bonds. He always was the ler in tickling situations. He thought it felt amazing to be in control of the speed and the intensity. So, for him, being on the receiving end of tickling and teasing in this manner was… new, to say the least.

The robot started clawing at his feet, scratching underneath his feet claws and over his soles. Sam flexed his claws, covering his face with embarrassment. “Ehehehehehe! Whahahahahat kihihind ohohohof duhuhuhumb ihihidehehea wahahas thihihis?” He flailed around, trying to escape from its clutches. The robot took note of this, tightening the bonds more. “Escape option is not activated.” The tickling intensified, scratching quickly under his claws. He yelped out a desperate bout of laughter, pushing at the arms. “EhahAHAHA, NOHOHO-” He hissed at the robot, hoping that it would attempt to defend itself and thus release at least a few of his legs. The robot did no such thing. It moved from his feet to his flanks, squeezing and rubbing. His eyes widened, collapsing in a fit of laughter.

“AH- NOHOHO, NohoOOO!” He blushed emerald, curling up as well as he could, giggling madly. The robot paid no heed to his reactions, continuing to tickle and tease his flanks. It moved closer to his sides, making butterflies alight in his stomach. He got up as well as he could, pleading to the robot. “Plehehehease, nohohohoo… nohohoHO!” A single claw squeezed at his side, making him spasm and fall to the floor again. His ears flicked in mirth. Even though he denied he was enjoying this, his tail betrayed him, wagging gently behind him. The robot noticed this and, computing through its servos, gears clicking into place in its head.

Slowly, almost torturously, the arms moved from his feet to position themselves over his sides, ghosting over the fur there. His fur stood on end. The hybrid whimpered at the anticipation, laying himself down fully. His ears flicked backwards, straining to hear any noise coming from the robot. The robot quickly moved all of his arms down over his sides, squeezing rhythmically. Sam squealed loudly, tail wagging wildly from behind him at the surprise attack. “EHEHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOHO, OHOHOHOHO MIHIHIHIHY GOHOHOHOD!” Its arms squeezed in a specific rhythm, squeezing in a wave motion as it went. His sides spasmed from the touches.

More hissing escaped his mouth from the sensations, small tears pooling in his large, coal-black eyes. He buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with mirth. One of the claws released his side to trace over his lower tummy area, rubbing at the pastel green fluff there. He melted into its touch, purring a bit in his chest against his own volition. He tried to bat it away with his hand, but the claw simply avoided his hand. It buried itself deeper into his belly fluff, rubbing and petting at his tum gently. He went limp at the soft touch, flushing deeply in mortification. The fact that his own robot was wrecking him right now made the embarrassment worse. He had fashioned every arm, every claw with precise movements, late into the nights and early into the mornings. He had buffed every area with gentle, caring movements. Perhaps it was fate, paying him back for all the hard work he had put in..nope. He did not like this, no way.

Even as he denied it, his tail wiggled at the gentle rubbing on his tummy, revealing his true feelings. The robot beeped, releasing his sides from the arms’ grasp. He turned to look as much as he could at the robot, confused. It whirred, some of its arms retracting into the small inner area of the mechanism. They reappeared, making clicking noises as they went. Some had small scratching claws, and others had hand-like appendages. If Sam had the ability to, he would have paled a bit at the sight. “W-whahat? Plehehease, nohoho mohohore…” He shook his head, fluffy ears waggling back and forth. The robot, ignoring his pleas, extended back towards his sides, gently placing an array of hands and claws onto his sides, just barely on the fur. Just the touch of the arms made him shiver.

He placed his head on his arms, clicking his claws gently on the floor. The anticipation was killing him. One of the extra claws dragged gently over his spine, making him squirm and gasp quietly. The arms with hands moved first, pinching and drumming all over his sides. Just from the hands alone, the poor creeper was hiccuping and squealing with laughter. “OHOHO- THIHIHIHISS AHAHAHADD IHIHIHIN WAHAHAS AHAHA MIHIHISTAKE!” The scratching claws scratched at his tum, trying to make him melt into the touch and stop struggling. His entire body went limp, tears coming to Sam’s eyes from the stimulation. His entire frame shook from the sensations. “IHIHIT’S TOHOO MUHUHUHUHUCH! STOHOHOP! STOHOHOP!”

The arms on his sides slowed down to a soft tapping here and there, as if it had heard his pleas. (Finally. He didn’t build the robot to ignore his orders, Notch Almighty.) As he giggled quietly from the soft touches, the claws on his tum continued to stroke at the soft coat, making him purr loudly. After a few minutes, the tingling on his sides calmed down enough for him to speak calmly to the robot. “That...thahat was interesting, to say the least. Could you let me go now, please?” The robot complied, releasing his legs from the tangle of arms. He slowly got up, rubbing at his ankles as he did.

He turned to look at the small piece of tech, scratching the back of his neck with his claws. “Y-you know, that didn’t feel that bad. I.. I wouldn’t mind doing this again, if.. If you get what I mean?” He flushed a little, looking away from the robot, embarrassed by what he just admitted. The bot made a small beep of acknowledgement, before using one of its arms to grab onto his arm. He yelped, closing his eyes on instinct. But when no impact (or tickling) came, he opened one eye to see the little bot hanging onto his arm, staring at him and blinking a little with its tiny eyes. “Oh.” He scooped it up with his other arm, smiling and flicking his ears a bit at the bot’s subsequent little wiggle of happiness. A hissing noise came out from his mouth again, and they both startled at it. Sam remembered what he wanted to do with a start. “Ah, yes. Heat.”

He once again moved towards the window, before an arm extended and, after a bit of fiddling, opened the window outwards. He looked at the little robot in surprise. “You could have done that the whole time? Jeez. This whole thing could have been avoided!” He exclaimed. The bot beeped, looking straight at him with a knowing look, before hopping down from his arms. It drove around in a circle, before staring at him expectantly. “What do you want, little guy?”

When the robot did not respond, he cocked his head. “Do you want me to fuel you? Give you more redstone? Oh!” He grinned at the little bot, nose twitching playfully. “Do you want me to continue cleaning up your servos? That’s what you want, huh?” The mechanism responded mutually, wiggling its extended arm happily. He picked up the little thing, placing it on the table. “Okay, buddy. You better turn yourself off before I work on you, bud!” As the sound of buzzing and metal on metal returned to the workshop, Tommy and Tubbo stared at him in the doorway, confused by what they had just witnessed. “What the fuck.” The creeper made no inclination of hearing him, continuing to solder wires inside the bot. Tubbo grabbed onto Tommy’s hand, pulling him away. “Let’s not, Tommy. We’ve got stuff to do..”

“But, Tubbo-”

“Stuff! To! Do!”

As the boys ran away from the entrance, the creeper hybrid looked at the entrance, confused. “Huh? Is someone there?” Thankfully for the boys, he saw nothing through the filter . Shrugging, he went back to work. The sounds echoed through the workshop once more, ringing through the area, light flickering on his mask once again. And, if one looked closely at the little bot, you’d see it blink in and out in time with the soldering, a moment of peace in the song of the universe.

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #my writing #downywrites #lee!sam #ler!robot is that a tag man

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good-rwbyaus · 3 years

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Au blake opens up her own bookstore

Blake’s Book Trade - mod lilac -

// Bit of an experiment with this one. Going to try and make this more of an open AU and thus more receptive to influence by asks. So unlike other AUs I’ve written, this could end up making a lot of things out of order depending on the asks I get - or invalidate other pieces that are written in this AU. I don’t know. Never tried this before ahaha. Though if people prefer the general fic format where I do things with actual direction, feel free to comment.

As with the rest of my writings, here is the “nail” post. - lilac

1. End of One Dream

“Goodbye,” Blake whispered as she swung her blade at the train latch. She watched as Adam - her friend, her mentor - reached out quietly but stayed on the cart he was on; she already knew he would choose the mission over their friendship. He and the train vanished into the distance, much like her dreams of the future.

She was just tired of the fighting. After working with the White Fang for so long, she could say one thing for certain; the humans who hated them would continue to hate them, just as the Faunus who hated humans would continue to hate humans. All she did was perpetuate a cycle, a cycle she didn’t know how to stop.

Because Adam - and the current leader of the White Fang - might very well be right. Violence might really be the answer. Because no one cared about the Faunus plight until the violence happened - until the White Fang drove up the costs for mistreating Faunus, both physically and monetarily.

No. Going back to the White Fang was no longer an option for her. She can’t handle what the group has become - what she’d be expected to do.

Becoming a Huntress had no charm for her either, for Hunters and Huntresses didn’t just hunt Grimm. They hunted the enemies of Mankind and by extension the Kingdom, and it was very easy to declare someone an enemy.

So in the end, she had nothing. No cause to fight for. No direction to go.

...What was she going to do now?

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2. Under the Sun

Rain poured onto her as she wandered through the streets of Vale. She’d been in a daze since Forever Fall; one moment she’d been surrounded by trees and train tracks, and now she’s surrounded by buildings and vehicles. How she survived the forest in her insensate state she wasn’t quite certain.

Ring ring.

“Welcome to Tukson’s Book Trade, home to every book under the su- Blake,” said a familiar voice, “You came ba-”

She lifted her head in shock and saw a familiar face – Tukson – the handler she and Adam met before taking on the Forever Fall job. Her eyes glanced over at all the books and shelves around her. How she got back here, she didn’t know. Why she was here, she wasn’t sure either.

Before she could apologize and run out the door, she could feel a pair of gruff hands rest upon her shoulders and gently guide her to a seat behind the counter.

“I’ll be right back,” Tukson said as he disappeared behind a set of doors.

She watched him leave quietly, watching the double doors swing, before she turned around and took in the view beyond the store counter. The shelves and tables lined with tens of hundreds of books. The faint silhouettes of people walking amidst sheets of rain. The tiny bell on the door that had long stopped shaking after her passage. She could smell the dusky scent of old texts lingering about.

Her body relaxed for a moment before she tensed up again.

What was she doing here? She shouldn’t be here.

She should leav-

Everything went dark and then bright again, causing her to stiffen in shock. It took her a moment to realize that a thick, wooly blanket had been placed over her head and back, its comfortable warmth making her unconsciously wrap herself deeper into it. She didn’t realize how much the chill seeped into her bones until just now.

“Here you go,” Tukson said, handing over a small white, almost dainty teacup over, “Sorry if it tastes bad. It’s been a while since I made this.”

Almost automatically, Blake took a sip of the hot beverage. And she couldn’t help but immediately scrunch up her face. It was bitter, really bitter.

“Yeah, Ma always said I couldn’t make tea to save my life,” Tukson loudly guffawed, “It’s warm though. It’ll help stop you from getting a cold.”

She took another sip, and the warmth in her belly did make her feel a little bit better.

“Umm… thanks,” Blake choked out, a bit surprised as to how hoarse she sounded. Her hand brushed against her wet eyes. Had this been all just rain or had she been crying this whole time?

The older faunus nodded his head, quietly letting her regain her bearings. The silence did make her feel a bit better, even though she knew it was temporary. Tukson was after all one of the White Fang’s handlers in Vale - knew more things about its seedy underworld than the average Huntsman. The probing she would face was inevitable.

“I thought something had gone wrong,” Tukson said, finally breaking the silence, pulling a small stool by her side, “Adam poked his head in to tell me the mission was complete. And that you weren’t going to return. Then he just walked out without a word.”

“...I left,” she started.

“I quit. I just...”

Adam’s cold uncaring reply echoed in her head – to set the bomb charges despite people still being on the train.

Blake held the cup of tea in her hands, shaking, “I just can’t...”

“Can’t see yourself fighting the good fight anymore?” Tukson finished with a patient smile.

She lifted her head in surprise, lips open to ask the unspoken question.

“I used to live in Vacuo,” Tukson perched himself on the tiny stool he set for himself. “I fought and killed to protect my village back when the local Huntsman academy was still setting up shop.”

“It had been easy to tell myself I was doing the right thing when I was the only thing standing between the raiders and my friends and family,” he continued as he lifted his head in pride before lowering it again with a sigh. “But…”

“…I couldn’t really do that when I fought as part of the Fang,” he spoke softly, “all I could see was that I was robbing and terrorizing humans for the hope that some good would come out of it,” he shook his head, “It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Before I was the protector, but then I became the raider, the aggressor…”

He shook his head.

“ -So I finally told them I couldn’t fight anymore. Old battle injuries if I recall,” Tukson continued, “But they couldn’t just let me quit, since I knew too much about our operations. So I became one of the handlers at Vale instead.”

He glanced over at her and then at his store and then back at her. He grinned.

“You must love books very much.”

“Yeah. I do,” Blake said quietly, curling deeper into the warm blankets, “How can you tell?”

“When I realized what I’d become and wondered what I was going to do from then on, “ he looked up at the ceiling in remembrance, “I went back to Vacuo. Not back to my village, but just stayed in the endless desert, pitching up tents, hunting small game, surviving off cacti…”

He glanced over her and smiled.

“I suppose it’s because when you get lost it’s natural to search for someplace familiar.

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3. My Answer

They both sat in comfortable silence. Tukson had replaced the blanket on her with another, somewhat apologetic that he didn’t have anything for her to actually dry off with. The teacup in her hands had long been sipped empty.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why a bookstore?” she asked, finally asking the question that she’s been wanting to ask.

Tukson chuckled.

“I guess the bookstore is my answer.”

Blake stared at him in confusion.

“Knowledge... makes you free,” Tukson explained, “It’s harder for people to chain you down when you know that’s not the way it should be. Every time a Faunus comes in and picks up a book – even if it’s as simple as a basic language primer - I know I’ve contributed to our plight.”

He lifted his head, back a bit straighter and smile proud.

“When I see a mother pick up a fairy tale whose lessons are of tolerance and acceptance, I know I’ve made the world a little better.”

“When I see a kid whose eyes are too tired - too old - for their age coming in and asking for a recommendation, I can give them something that shows that the world still has some light in it.”

“None of these things are world-changing on their own, but I can see the good I’m doing. And if I give it a hundred, a thousand, tens of thousands of times, I know that I’ve made Remnant a better place with means I could accept.

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4. Message

Maybe she’d been charmed by that simple description of Tukson’s occupation because as soon as Tukson finished his passionate monologue, she immediately asked if he was hiring before realizing how absurd she sounded.

Tukson had been kind enough to bring her out of the rain and give her such available advice - not ratting her out to the White Fang was already a big enough favor - and now she was asking to be a further burden on him. But as she was stammering her apologies and thanks and goodbyes, the older man had good-naturedly accepted her request.

“You don’t have to go. I’ve been meaning to get an assistant to run this place actually. I want to go back to Vacuo to see Ma, tell her I’m doing okay so having someone keep an eye on the shop will make things easier.”

After realizing she somehow landed the job that was simultaneously not one she expected to have and the one of her dreams, she had profusely thanked him - told him she’ll meet him bright and early tomorrow morning to report for her job. Just had to quickly find lodging and proper clothes that didn’t make it look like she was going for a fight.

Before she could leave to do these things though, she heard her now employer speak out one more time.

“Before you go, Blake. Just...” Tukson paused before smiling, "your friend’s an idiot with more pride than sense, but he did try to protect you in his own way. At least let him know you’re okay.”

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That was why she’s now in this cheap studio, mulling over a message she’s read forty, probably fifty, times over. She’d been in the wrong, abandoning her partner - her mentor - behind on the message. The White Fang were a band of brothers and sisters in the end, and she effectively spat on that in her moment of pique.

Maybe Adam didn’t want anything to do with her now.

But Tukson was right.

She should at least let him know that she was okay. That she was sorry. What he’ll do after that, whether it be ignoring her or telling her off, would be up to him.

Nervously, her finger hovered off the send button.

She closed her eyes and pressed down.

Adam. I’m sorry. For not being able to go on. For leaving you behind. In hindsight, I was the one being dramatic. But I just don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. I can’t continue on fighting this fight, knowing that I’m taking lives in the name of peace. So I decided not to be part of the White Fang nor become a Huntress. I’ll just find my own way.

I know you hate humans. You showed me part of that reason, so I don’t have the right to tell you what you can’t or shouldn’t do. But I’m afraid for you, Adam. I know all this fighting and bloodshed isn’t you. This isn’t the guy who mentored an idiot kid in the way of the blade all those years ago or patiently listened (with maybe some eyerolling) when she read her stupid fantasy books at you. You’ve always looked out for me, for everyone in the White Fang. You’ve always protected us. You’re a hero, and I don’t want to see you turn the villain.

If you ever need to talk, you can reach me on this scroll. I’ll always care about you.

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She never received an answer back.

#gorillageek27 #rwby #rwby fic #rwby au #blake belladonna #blake's book trade #adam taurus #tukson #mod lilac #also no there is no adam ship sorry #don't even know if adam is redeemable at this point but hey au

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dol--blathanna · 3 years

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Mixtapes and interiors for Ameer and Lynn? I want to ask more, but I also don't want to detract too much from your studies

Ahhh thank you so much!!! Omg no don’t worry you’re not detracting me from my studies at all!!! Actually I really enjoy answering questions like these, they really help me relieve my stress after writing essays all day, so feel free to send any more!!!

Interiors:

Right now, Ameer doesn’t really have a home due to his situation, but I’ll talk about some of his previous homes. In the mountains, they didn’t have a house made of bricks, wood or other traditional building materials. While in fox form, Ameer and his family would sleep in a den, just as fennec foxes do! These dens (or I guess burrows you could call them?) are pretty spacious with several chambers, as fennec foxes are actually very sociable and have large units (more than any other fox). In terms of content, there’s not much in it since it’s just a den ahaha but Ameer never needed that many possessions out in the wilds because he had his family, which was the most important thing! While in elf form, they’d live in tents as these were the easiest to repair in harsh environmental conditions. Again they didn’t have many belongings aside from clothes and tools they needed to live (needles, thread, cooking utensils etc) but as a child Ameer would occasionally find “treasures” to bring home – pretty rocks, an interesting feather, an interesting skull – which his mother would loyally take care of until he was tired of them haha! Ameer only actually owned a house when he worked as a doctor in Ofier’s capital city for roughly 40 years. In Part 2 Chapter 2 Geralt actually saw a glimpse of it via a memory:

“The room is warmly lit, but not with candles. A hunk of crystal, imperfect and uncut, emits a gentle orange light. The work of magic, maybe bought from a mage. A vanity, the wood intricately decorated, holds the illuminating crystal. The surface is cluttered: a coin purse; some blue beaded bracelets; dried white flowers that Geralt doesn’t recognise and dried orange slices next to some distillery equipment; an open book with anatomical drawings and notes written in a language Geralt cannot read. A bottle of Ofieri spirits is on the table – the logo shows a roaring leopard, though Geralt can’t read the text underneath. By the vanity, a chair has the blue scarf draped across the back.”

Having lived in the desert mountains for such a long time, Ameer never really felt the pressing need for belongings, and initially he wasn’t even bothered about having a home - he only purchased one at the insistence of his colleagues in the hospital who explained he couldn’t live off the land in the city the way he had done previously in the mountains aha. When he did formally buy a home to live in, he ended up enjoying making it his own space as he settled into his identity as a city doctor. It wasn’t particularly large due to its city location, but it did have a garden, which was particularly important to him. This is where he grew the mountain jasmine that reminded him of his home in the mountains, and that he used in his perfume.

Lynn is also in a situation where she currently has no home. When she was young and still living in Brokilon, she had a small house just outside of the forests. It was very simple with few possessions, and Lynn never really cared much for it as a child – she preferred to play outside with Medwyn or venture into the forest. When she grew older, joined the Scoia’tael, and eventually lost her home due to conflicts, she sorely regretted ever taking her home for granted. She’s more than used to living in forests, so it’s not that she isn’t comfortable with living outside, but rather she misses the lack of security and stability that homes can bring, particularly for her younger companions. She wants to have a house for them in Dol Blathanna, where they’ll be safe from mindless violence at the hands of humans. She tries not to think about it too much (so as not to raise her hopes should the entire plan fall through), but at times she’s imagined having a little farmstead with her unit – having a pen of chickens, growing vegetables, having a proper kitchen table and a hearth, even the idea of everyone being able to have their own beds and belongings are simple pleasures that feel more like grand dreams to her that she sometimes catches herself fantasising about.

Mixtapes:

Questions like these are fun! I decided to go with songs that describe Ameer and Lynn, these are songs that I’ve often listened to when either writing or thinking about them (sometimes when thinking about scenes that haven’t been uploaded yet!) Here they are in no particular order.

Ameer:

Gethsemane by Dry the River

Daydreaming by Dark Dark Dark

Aquatic by Son Lux

Howl by Florence and the Machine

On Brulera by Pomme

Lynn:

New Discovery by The Crane Wives

Your Protector by Fleet Foxes

Stone by Agnes Obel

Into the Woods Somewhere by Hozier

Wolf by First Aid Kit

Thanks so much for sending in the ask, I really love doing these!!!

#thank you very much!!!#the witcher #ask meme #my fanfic #witcher oc #ameer #lynn

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sapphireswimming · 4 years

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11?

thanks for the fanfic day ask!

11. What’s a fanfic idea you haven’t done yet?

I posted a screenshot of my wip file here but to dig a little deeper into some of those Danny Phantom documents, I haven’t yet done:

AU where ghosts looks like humans outside of the Ghost Zone and Jazz stumbles upon a full ghost Danny trying to hide in an alleyway one night, and convinces him to come home with her since he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. He has to survive living with the Fentons and meeting the few people Jazz regularly brings over to the house - her unlikely friend Spike, Sam and her best friend Tucker, the football players she tutors, and Valerie who is honestly just there for the tech after her father loses his job because of ghosts

Fully human Dance AU that had super fleshed fleshed notes for a multi chaptered fic (and I did actually do some art for it while I was still working at the dance studio but I’m not sure all of it got uploaded to tumblr?)

Fic where the Fentons rescue a nearly-unconscious Dani from a ghost attack, bring her home, and then she has to deal with waking up with the over-enthusiastic Fentons hovering over her when waking up because sure they’re friendly now while they think she’s human but she doesn’t trust how long this will last

15 pages of 100 word drabble wips

Fic about the ramifications of people dying in Amity Park after the Accident, and the increasing number of ghosts that people recognize coming out of the GZ

10 pages of alternating scenes about the Fenton Family relationships from Jack and Vlad’s perspective in a weird sort of Father’s (and Not Father’s) Day fic

plot bunny adapted from jeanette9a: Danny runs away when he first gets his ghost powers. He and Vlad have never met. But Vlad finds Danny lurking around in the forest around his castle. When he happens to observe the boys struggles with his powers, he decides to help Danny. But after a while it's time for the reunion. And that turned out to be a sticky situation when your step dad wants you to kill your own dad. What would you do?

French Future Fic (FFF) - 20 pages of notes for what would be my long chaptered fic. Where Danny accidentally kills Sam via friendly fire in a fight with Vlad and, devastated, runs away to another continent, refusing to contact friends or family for years as he tries to put the ghost stuff behind him. But it doesn’t work because ghosts are everywhere. And Tucker, who has never given up on trying to catch up with Danny, joined a branch of the GIW and ends up developing tech and trying to train a better generation of agents. When he finally meets up with Danny, he convinces him not only to not run again, but to come see what he makes of the new recruits. Which ends up with Danny working as an unofficial all-knowing consultant for the new team while trying to repair his relationship with Tucker and stay out of the GIW’s clutches

A few more Gray Ghost Week prompts which were going to be more in the Nerves (Ghost Hunting Camp AU) and For the Sake of the Song (1920s Superphantom crossover) universes, plus a Hunger Games AU where Valerie knows she shot Danny, she knows she did, but instead of crumpling to the ground to the sound of a cannon, he turns, locks eyes with her, and starts running her way -

58 pages of ideas that haven’t gotten expanded out enough to get their own docs yet

Move-In Security of Amity Park (or MISAP), a new city program courtesy of Mayor Foley. Outside pov, Post PP.

Belated bday fic about Valerie and her fractured relationship with the A Listers (beginning of the wip posted here)

Alex Rider crossover where they become international pen pals for a school project and wonder if they can vaguely vent about some of their respective problems to each other without spilling secrets only to realize that they may both be dealing with some truly awfully ridiculous stuff (wait so you’ve been nearly killed several times by the guy who wants to adopt you as his son?? me too???)

40 pages of more ideas for Apricity, probably including enough complete sentence-stories to post more chapters (note to self...)

14 pages of ideas for “short” things that wanted to grow longer than I had capacity for at the time, apparently

Fic where Danny is battling Spectra in Fenton form, the Fentons barge in to save him, and Spectra realizes just how much misery she could feed off of if she targets them instead to the point that they’ll only get out alive if Danny outs himself by using his powers

6k worth of notes of a 1920s Swing AU superphantom crossover of epic proportions co-created with Chynna (I don’t know what your username is these days ahaha)

Fic where Danny was being held prisoner in some abandoned ghost-proofed warehouse? And gets rescued by a teenager who has absolutely no clue what is going on but has to follow the orders of a half starved kid talking about ghosts in order to get them both out of there before it’s too late

Danny in a hospital because his ghost half is killing him and no one can figure out why

AU where Maddie worries about Jazz who sounds like she’s having full blown conversations with her dead brother when she thinks no one else is around to hear

Ambitious idea I don’t feel up to writing exploring a Danny who hates the fact that after his growth spurt he starts to look and sound like Dan. To the point that he takes down the mirror in his room and stops talking unless absolutely necessary. Sam and Tucker, of course, understand, but no one else does.

Plus some oneshots I wanted to expand into full fics (Nerves, Who I am, Introuvable, etc). And the few chaptered fics that haven’t been updated in a while because I haven’t written anything in a while whoops (Teenage Ghost Punk, Footballer’s Wife, UltraViolet)

Plus the other, you know, 50 documents of superphantom and other fandom wips that I wish I wish I wish I could write haha

#avearia #ave aria #i deep dove into the dp section of my wip files #and found a couple hundred pages of stuff #some of which I had not opened since literally 2011 #theoretically i would still like to do all of them #however will i manage to do even one? unsure #ahahahaha but man yeah i have a lot of fics I want to write #danny phantom #mine #ss #replies #ave-aria

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chazzfox · 4 years

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SO many thoughts on Frozen 2

So I've been doing a lot of thinking on Frozen 2 after reading a lot of other fan ideas, reviews, etc, and rewatching the first movie and basically obsessing myself into an interesting state of mind. I HAVE A LOT TO SAY. I accidentally wrote out a long, long, LONG post so uh, congrats if you read it. SPOILERS AHEAD FOR SURE.

1. My biggest thought by far is in regards to people saying that Elsa found herself in the first movie, and why must she struggle through who she is again? Well...because you don't stop finding yourself, and especially at a young age. I'm 33. I think I got past hurdles in expressing myself and accepting who I am, everything from what were weird interests (to me) and even my own sexuality, three of four damn times. It was annoying. And fascinating. And each time there were deep emotions and investment in it.

Elsa found in the first movie she's not a dangerous monster and that she could exist with and love her sister. That's huge, don't get me wrong! But the anxiety was still there and we still see traces of it in the second movie. It didn't up and vanish no matter how many snow toys she might make children or how many times she skated with Anna. And with that kind of high anxiety, and after years and years and YEARS of locking herself away, she was just at the start of things I'd say by the time the first Frozen ended.

It's totally reasonable, imo, that down the road after finding some acceptance in herself and Anna, she would be wondering WHY she is what she is, where she came from, as there's so much mystery in her life. Her parents left her feeling guilty, lonely, ironically powerless, locked up, and with no damn answers for herself. She needs to find herself.

Arguably, so does Anna. Again, I can make similar arguments for her, lonely in the first movie, not much contact with others, striving so hard to be close to her sister. She achieved the latter admirably, and so her journey to find who she is with access to more of the world is a big deal. She always wants to open a door. And she wants to go through each one with Elsa, which is something that had to be handled at least a little.

Again, you never really stop growing, discovering, and questioning. Elsa may have found a huge, huge part of herself, found why she is there and who she is, but I'm sure she will still struggle a little with her new place in the world. This brings me to another subject -

2. Elsa and Anna now separated. There seems to be a lot of division on this topic, and I get it. I didn't really want them apart either. They really do belong in each other's company. And a note, I don't ship Elsa and Anna, so maybe I've lost some of you here ahaha (I don't really ship anyone though). I love their close cuddly sister relationship a lot and felt they were absolutely robbed of it for so long which is probably WHY they often hug, hold hands, touch each other, are somehow right with each other.

However...at least for the time being I think it's also important for their growth as characters. Elsa and Anna both care for Arendelle, but Elsa didn't feel she was 'meant' to be there, so to force herself there for her sister could be damaging when understandably, she would want to understand more about the spirits and the forest that gifted her mother with her. She is a part of the forest, of the Ahtohallan. And to force herself into a role she isn't dedicated to wouldn't be in Arendelle's best interest, so she wouldn't want that either. Elsa has shown she needs that understanding of her role, needs to be where she feels right, somewhere that speaks to her, and for now that is in the forest with the Northuldra people.

Anna loves Arendelle, loves the people, and to ask her to stay in a place where she doesn't belong wouldn't be right either. Sure, part of probably just nodded and said yes because Elsa proposed the split, but Anna also learned that she can do what can be done without her sister. Thinking her sister was dead, she still put on foot in front of the other and achieved her goal of destroying the dam. I do believe for now just the knowledge of knowing Elsa is alive and thriving is enough for her to feel happy.

They also see each other. That much is left clear to us and it's not a long journey for Elsa lol. Probably not for Anna either when Elsa can guide wind, earth and water to help. ...Fire too but yea lol.

They are apart just enough. Elsa can still drop in and have Anna cuddle her to sleep while Kristoff does...idk...talks with Sven. For as many cuddle nights as I imagine those two have had, Kristoff is a pretty chill dude.

3. The parents. Hooboy the parents. A very valid criticism is that Elsa and Anna's parents treated Elsa totally mcfreaking WRONG and yet so much centers around them, and then suddenly Elsa is dueting with her momma in Ahtohallan and crying.

Yea there's some confusing emotions going on there.

The girls loved their parents a lot regardless of if they really messed up. I am sure Elsa didn't know how to feel but didn't want to lose them as she already felt alone and hidden. The topic has come up that her dad knew the forest, her mom was FROM THE FREAKIN PLACE, so how did they mishandle so badly?

Panic, I think. I view it as a lot of panic, for many reasons. Anna being hurt was the primary one, but I wondered if they thought it could indeed lead to the forest waking up and causing trouble. They didn't expect magic outside the forest, didn't know what impact it could have and Iduna never exactly counted on having Elsa as she was.

I don't think they were bad people. Just unprepared and I kind of think this is how it went down with Ahtohallan as well. I posted about this before but I feel like...her parents weren't able to cross, not even her mom, because of how they squandered their gift. They took something wonderful and locked her away, made her conceal and hide from the spirits that wanted to connect with her. So when they decided to sail off and find answers and leave the girls alone, the spirits said "nope, you messed up, you don't get to come in here" and down went their ship.

But to complete Elsa there had to be something, they had to connect her with her mother's heritage and tie her to her meaning in the world. So, Ahtohallan showed her Iduna. Her parents loved her and if there's one major theme in these movies and characters it is the power of love along with self acceptance. Love is what brought Elsa as she was into the world! And that strong emotion and realization resonated, so we see Iduna as a large key.

Whoosh, Im getting tired, and I'm pretty sure I have more to say...but I'll craft that more later.

Some of my leftover thoughts right now are pretty short...I feel Elsa was displayed as ace, but that really depends on the viewer anyway. As much as I would love to see Honeymaren and Elsa, the brief snippets in the movie don't do it for me, but I am sort of relieved to see Elsa having a friend. She deserves a friend that isn't her sister or her sister's fiance or a...snowman. I'm not sure she really tried to bond with anyone in Arendelle, being that she was still sorting her life out after the events of the first movie.

But maybe there will be some more releases of official material, and we'll see. I just hope some of the absolute hate for Kristoff and Anna stops. I'm not overly into it, it's just kind of a boring dynamic to me right now, but not every romantic relationship is super exciting and stuff. They fit well and we see that Kristoff's first words to her after being lost in the woods are "I'm here. What do you need?" He's a good guy, stop hatin' on him.

Oh! That brings me to another thought though - I read a couple of posts where others felt he interrupted Elsa and Anna's moment at the end of the movie. I couldn't disagree more! Elsa didn't display any negative emotion toward it. I think she was happy for her sister, wanting her as happy as she could be in that moment, and the proposal added right in. Anna had felt alone and at her rope's end in the cave, then she got her sister back and after running off on him sort of, Kristoff proposing. Elsa saw her sister elated. And Anna got to have her sister as part of that momentous life event!

Besides, Kristoff is one of those Elsa counts as everyone she's ever loved within those walls. When they met again she embraced him too. I think Elsa was happy to have family again, have it fuller and to know someone she trusts will be there with Anna as she rules. Kristoff's a silly character and it's hard not to write him off when he's alongside such bright stars as Elsa and Anna, but he has a good, solid role. He belongs and so did that part of the moment.

Ugh, and I thought I was tired before...

Guess this is where I wrap this up!

Please, if any of you want to talk about this, even to disagree, don't hesitate to drop an ask or message. I don't want anyone to think I'm actively crapping on their interpretation - this is how it came across to me and after my third viewing I was finally able to get this written. If you didn't like the ending, that's okay, and if you ship Elsa and Anna, Kristoff and Ryder, Elsa and Honeymaren, Olaf and Gale, you do you and follow your shippy heart.

As for me I'mma hit post and get some cake.

#Frozen 2 #Elsa #Anna #review #Iduna #elsamaren #elsanna #kristanna

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wolftheidioticfan · 4 years

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Me: I should probably write something other than the boys huh.

My brain: ok but sequel to the other fic.

Me: ^sigh^ yeah...you’re right.

In which I just die and feel very embarrassed about writing oh god oh man oh god oh no. I’m sorry this is- ohgh.

I really did just write this uh oh...😳 I almost dont want to post it bc im so shy about...writing soft things. Sorry I’m a sucker for soft and sweet things uh oh....I’m a big sucker...ok. here we go.

Branches swayed softly in the slowly rising wind, rustling the leaves of the forest noisily. It was getting quite cold in the past few days, but not enough to warrant or deter him from taking these nightly walks. Adjusting the golden colored scarf wrapped firmly around his neck, the jester spoke softly to his companion.

“It’s so unfortunate we can’t do this during the day,” He half murmured, eyes half focused up towards the sky, “There are so many things I’d like to show you back in the village.”

“Hmm, well! Perhaps we can go eventually, yes?”

Patronio chuckled at the optimism of the taller man, shuddering as a particularly cold gust of wind passed by, chilling his lungs as he breathed. He felt lucky it was only autumn, or else this would be much worse.

“I’m not sure the residents would quite appreciate your erm...current form,” The jester motioned towards the Camerlengo softly, “They may not be quite as understanding as I.”

He chuckled at the exasperated yet understanding sigh from the other, picking up their walking pace just slightly. Patronio always enjoyed getting out into the fresh air, finding it very calming, especially once they exited the tall oaks and pines that made up the dense woods.

“Isn’t it great to be out of Tenebre?” He grinned, purposefully crushing a few leaves under his boots, “So many sights and much fresher air!”

“...He supposes so!” The Camerlengo half shrugged, “It’s not really like he remembers much different than the castle anyways. It really doesn’t matter either way. Here or there.”

The jester rolled his eyes softly, biting his tongue to argue for a moment. His friend had always been like this, never all that interested in the outside world, even before Tenebre’s awful curse. He’d learned to just deal with it, and understand that even if he seemed a little disinterested, he was at least enjoying the company.

“Oh!”

His head tilted at the exclamation from the tall man, chuckling when he looked back at the grassy hill they had found themselves upon. The village was in view, though distant, and there was quite a perfect view of the night sky. The jester mentally patted himself on the back for picking the location. He perked visibly, motioning out to the entire area in a wide sweeping motion.

“See? Isn’t it wonderful?” He chuckled, “And imagine, just below, a whole village of people. All with their own hopes, dreams, jobs- All this! Was just right outside the whole time...”

“...Very fascinating, yes.”

Patronio immediately flopped down into the tall blades of grass, rapidly patting the spot next to him. Once the Camerlengo had seated himself, the jester began once again mindlessly babbling about the excitement this world had given him.

“In the mornings, they let the sheep out into the field,” he began, pointing just across from a rather large barn-like building, “and later on, the markets open! They have all sorts of things I never even got to see all those years ago!”

He remembered it very fondly, a few weeks ago when he had moved in, the market had just opened and he had begun to visit to see all the people and get acquainted with his new neighbors. The smell of fresh bread and other goods of all shapes and sizes...Oh he would just have to bring some next time he visited Tenebre! It was definitely one of his best memories in recent times.

“I just- I wish I could show it all to you!” He snickered, “It’s really something.”

The jester frowned slightly at the silence, glancing over to see the taller man with his eyes closed, seeming lost in thought. Had he bored him?

“...Cam? Are you listening?”

“Hm? Oh! Yes, he was. You seem very happy out there.”

“Yeah, it’s...it’s really great. I never thought I’d--- actually get back out into the world.”

“It is quite nice, yes.”

This time, a much more comfortable silence fell upon the two. He glanced up at the stars a few times, enjoying the pristine, calming sight. Typically in Tenebre, the view had always been clouded, or not as wonderful as right here. It nearly made the man want to wish for night to never end, just to keep the view forever.

“Do you remember a few weeks ago?” The Camerlengo suddenly snickered, eyes glinting playfully.

“...Ugh how could I forget? You embarrassed me for a joke!” Patronio groaned in response, feeling his face go a light shade of red, “It wasn’t funny.”

“Oh no, no. He was very sincere in his gift!” The other laughed at the jester as his face went several shades darker, “It was just the joke was also too good to pass up.”

What? … He coughed slightly, unable to exactly come up with a real response. Fidgeting slightly with his cloak and scarf, he slowly lowered the lower half of his face into the fabric, eyes darting away back towards the village.

What was he supposed to say to that?

That could mean any number of things! Why did this simple minded fool think that would help the awkward situation at all? Patronio furrowed his eye brows a bit, tucking his arms into the red fabric of his cloak, staring a hole into the ground. He couldn’t fathom this nonsense.

“Patronio? Are you alright? You seem embarrassed...again.”

He squinted at the laughter that had followed the question. The taller man was doing it on purpose!

“You! I-,” The jester stumbled slightly, “Stop messing with me!”

The boisterous laughter and pinch to his cheek caused him to grumble, listening as the Camerlengo spoke again.

“Ahaha, He is sorry, you are just very funny.”

“Shut up!” Patronio balled his fists softly, pushing the larger man over into the grass, continuing when the laughter continued, “Stop it! Embarrassing me isn’t funny! What do you even mean you were ‘sincere’? You just admitting to finding this funny!”

“Heheh...No, no! He was, he was,” The Camerlengo wiped a tear from his eye, sitting back up slowly, “Your responses are just...cute! That is all.”

CUTE?

He quickly fidgeted, spinning to face away with arms crossed, fingers digging into his arms. This was-- UTTERLY embarrassing.

“Aww, are you alright?”

The jester tensed a little at the feeling of being hugged from behind. He could feel the smugness of his companion, hiding a hiss as the other’s chin rested upon his shoulder.

“Okay, sorry~ He will stop teasing now.”

That was definitely NOT a cease to the teasing speech. He just wanted to wipe the smug look off the other’s face--- Embarrass him just as much for this ridiculous display!

...Though kissing his cheek wasn’t exactly his first thought. It was just on impulse.

...Why did he do that?

Patronio’s eyes widened, quickly spinning around when he was let go, immediately beginning to sputter out a thousand apologies, pulling the scarf back over his face in shock. Why’d he do that why’d he do that??

He coughed a little, gauging the reaction of the other. The Camerlengo gaped, face flushing slightly to match his own deeply reddened cheeks. Oh god was he going to be mad? He shouldn’t have done this. This was an awful impulse response.

“O-Oh!” The taller man exclaimed, pitch slightly higher than normal, “...He surely was not expecting that!”

“I-I’m-- I’m so sorry I just-” What kind of excuse was he supposed to come up with? “You were embarrassing me and--- y’know-”

“Hahah...No, no need to apologize!”

With a slight yelp, the jester found himself tugged forwards by his hands, eyes darting in confusion and utter embarrassment. What was going on?

“...But I-i..I uh-”

“He knows what you did,” The other snickered, “That would be very hard to forget.”

“W...What are you doing?”

“Hmm..returning the gesture!”

A hand tugged gently at his scarf, causing him to furrow his brow in confusion, “Huh? Wh-”

Patronio was unable to finish his sentence, as a pair of lips quickly met his own. It was a very gentle, nervous kiss that only lasted about a second, but he was still utterly speechless and shocked by the action. He blinked once, then twice. What was-...what was that? He shook his head slightly, glancing up at the Camerlengo with confusion. The other seemed much more nervous now, as if gauging his reaction this time as he fidgeted with the cuff of his coat.

“...Cam?”

“Mhm?” His eyes darted away from the jester when he spoke, causing Patronio to half chuckle from the situation.

“...Was that sincere?”

“Ah- ahah….W...would you like it to have been?”

He tensed momentarily before slowly relaxing, offering a shy smile.

“Uh...Well...” the jester rubbed the back of his neck slightly, “...Yes. I think I would...”

“Oh! Oh great- he was-...worried--- it would have been too bold!”

Patronio snickered, sighing in exasperation as he slowly lowered his head against the other’s chest, “...Just stop embarrassing me already.”

#saltie fics #The Count Lucanor #I had to ramble out all my embarrassment of writing before I could post this bc holy f #ahhh!! ahhh!!!! I'm awkward about just going out there and posting things huh #I have to say dumb stuff or else I will back out and DIE #this is cringe anyways my next fic won't be---...like this uh. I actually wanted to write something for Hans and Patronio talking about the #castle but then I got distracted bc of this and now I'm :dies:#OK BYE HAHAHAHHAA---

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theantelopeowl · 5 years

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21 questions~

I was tagged by @peterflopker, thanks so much! Never done this before but let’s give it a shot

-Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people-

Nickname: Antelope :) my best friend is the Owl that completes my username

Zodiac: I don’t care for my own zodiac but I relate most to Pisces

Height: smol (think i finally reached 5′3 tho??)

Last Movie I Watched: Pitch Perfect. the music’s fantastic, not to mention that daMN FINALE!!!

Last thing I googled: ‘children of blood & bone clan quiz’ - wanted to find out which clan I was in from the amazing book by Tomi Adeyemi. definitely check it out

Favorite Musician: honestly i’m not big on listening to too many songs by the same artist but I have a soft spot for Owl City

Song stuck in my head: Classic by MKTO. good song but annoying when I only know the chorus and it’s just repeating in my mind over and over and over an-

Other blogs: n/a

Followers: i’d have more if this includes all the porn bots i just blocked ahaha

Following: a TON of people. they’re all great!

Sleep amount: normally 6 hours, sometimes 12

Lucky Numbers: literally any prime number. idk why but I love them

Dream job: ideally a writer but like i never show people anything i write so you can probably guess how well that’s going for me

What am I wearing: marvel pajamas hehehe

Favorite food: too many!!! schnitzel, pizza, pad thai, baked salmon, souvlaki, gnocchi, barley soup...the list goes on!

Languages: fluent in English, passable in Italian and mediocre at French (5 years of school French classes and for some reason the ONLY thing I can remember is ‘mais bien sûr’)

Favorite song: it varies. atm probably the CloudTalk & Courtney Miller cover of Let Me Love You

Random Fact: I only just found out reindeer are actually real like a week ago

Describe yourself in aesthetic things: dark circles under tired eyes, steaming cups of chai, grey rainy days, flower crowns, stargazing, notebooks covered in doodles and random notes, sleeping in til midday

Favorite colors: forest green, cornflower blue, lavender purple

also I noticed this was only 20 questions and so did a little snooping at past tags and I think the missing question is

‘can you play an instrument’: ...I used to play piano! can’t really anymore tho. I played flute for like maybe 6 months but the flute I had was faulty so I couldn’t actually make a sound on it for the first month. I sing now though, not sure if that counts as an instrument or not

~I don’t know enough people to tag anyone but if you happen to see this consider yourself tagged!!!

#this was fun!#thanks @peterflopker <3

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Thirty-Seven: Country Field ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Itachi ] [ SasuHina, blood, gore, animal death ] [ Verse: Divine Light ] [ AO3 Link ]

He didn’t sign up for this journey to become some sort of hero. All Sasuke wanted was what he was promised: for the light mage to heal his brother. But that quickly turned into some harebrained scheme to drag them halfway across the continent to her people’s abandoned capital.

Which means weeks of travel.

And they’re only about one set of seven days through it when major trouble finds them.

They’ve just cleared the edge of a forest, emerging from the sun-dappled road obscured by boughs to the full light of a country road. The path slopes downward toward a modest village, surrounded by fields of crops and cattle alike. At the fore is the light mage astride her grey mare, Itachi just behind her on a dark bay gelding lent by their father for the journey. Having abandoned her own family to join them, Hinata sits with Sasuke atop his black steed, much to his chagrin. Apparently they’re to find her her own mount here, finally finding a town with a proper livery.

“So, how are you to pay for this steed?” Sasuke then bothers to ask. “Did you really bring enough coin for something like that?”

“I brought all my savings. Which...isn’t a fortune, but I hope it will be enough. If not…” The fledgling water mage reaches into her neckline to pull out a silver chain. A moonstone and sapphire depict the night sky and crescent moon along the apex. “I may be able to trade this.”

“What is it?”

“It was my mother’s. She gave it to me the night we fled the city, a few days before she -”

Their conversation, however, is cut short as a great bellow sounds from the valley below. All three horses spook, dancing in place on the roadway as the group tries to spot the source of the sound. “What was that?!”

“I don’t know, it sounded like -”

From the treeline far to their left, the sound erupts again...this time followed by the crashing of trees. From among them stumbles a cyclops.

“Oh twelve,” Sasuke swears under his breath, gripping the reins and attempting to calm his gelding.

Wielding an uprooted young tree as a makeshift club, the creature takes a few steps to gather its bearings, blinking its large eye in the sudden sunlight. Once adjusted, it gives another roar, holding up the weapon and charging toward town.

Crying for action, the light mage kicks heels into her mare and plunges down the road, Itachi soon following.

“Hang on…!” Sasuke mutters, urging his mount into a swift gallop. “I need you to jump off once we’re near town, then I’ll swing back and try to head that thing off.”

“What about me? Can’t I help?”

“You barely know how to wield your element,” he cuts in. “You’ll spend more time getting in my way than anything else.”

“But -!”

“But nothing! I’ve slain beasts before. This will be no different. I’m sure the Luxerian disciple will need help calming the townsfolk. You can handle that.”

His brother precedes them into town, Sasuke wheeling his gelding around at the gate. “Get off!”

Thankfully Hinata complies, and then he’s off again like a shot.

For now, the giant humanoid finds itself distracted by the town’s cattle. The beasts run in fear, bellowing and making for their barns. One isn’t quite fast enough, crushed into the earth by the creature’s club with a shower of dirt and one last bleat of terror.

Sasuke grimaces, but...at least it wasn’t a human. Drawing his bow from his back, he knocks an arrow and summons flame to the head. It sings through the air with a twang of the string, landing its mark in the brute’s brow as he examines his kill. A roar of pain echoes through the valley, reeling back and swiping at the bolt to brush the shaft and feathers aside. Small splatters of blood arc as he tosses his head.

“This way you fat bastard!” Sasuke calls, already drawing another arrow from his quiver. It too alights and arcs to land in a shoulder.

Now blinded with rage, the one-eyed beast gives another cry and begins charging across the country field, swinging its tree in hand. Baiting it back south, Sasuke keeps his mount at a pace to maintain its attention. Arrows, he knows, won’t take this thing down - he’d need a hundred quivers before they’d begin to kill it. He has neither that, nor the time. His horse can’t run forever.

But neither can the cyclops.

Built for brute strength, not speed or stamina, it’s not long before its breaths labor. All Sasuke needs is for it to stagger and fall. If it’s on the ground, he can get his sword to its throat. Thankfully there’s a river along the vale’s spine he can probably use to slow it further.

Before that can happen, however, Sasuke pales as he turns around from taking another shot. Having ignored his command, Hinata stands along the water’s far edge, looking both determined and terrified.

“What in the twelve hells are you doing?!” he screams. “GET OUT OF HERE!”

But rather than listen, her hands raise, aglow with a deep blue light. The rapids begin to roll in greater turmoil, bubbling and raging against the bank.

“You don’t know what you’re doing! You’re just gonna -!”

Having kept his eyes from his target too long, Sasuke yelps as a particularly close stomp rocks his steed’s footing, causing it to topple over with a squeal. The beast is only a few steps behind him now, closing in fast.

Rolling to his back, Sasuke’s eyes go wide. Palms lift, sparking with energy before streaming flames at his foe. Its legs are caught in the blast, instantly burning as it cries in pain. The distraction spares his horse, the giant running forward blindly on its own momentum.

Right for Hinata.

“NO!” Helpless as he tries to scramble to his feet, Sasuke stops as surprise stills him.

Now stone-faced with calm, Hinata finally unleashes the built-up energy in the river. Tendrils of water whip like living vines, all reaching for the beast at her command. They snatch his flailing limbs, roiling about his legs and hissing against the heat of Sasuke’s lingering fire. Like a mountain he topples with a crash that rattles Sasuke’s bones, just on the other side of the river. More and more water abandons the banks at Hinata’s calling, until he’s completely encased. Weighed down, his struggles are slow, cries unheard and forming bubbles of wasted air. Despite his flailing, the element overwhelms him...and the giant drowns upon the bank.

Silence.

Only once she’s sure the creature is dead does Hinata release her spell, crashing to her knees as the water recedes back into the flow.

Sasuke stares.

Cries then echo from town, a great crowd emerging to see the fallen spectacle. Among them, the light mage fends off onlookers from Hinata, helping her gently to her feet.

Sasuke’s gelding then noses at his temple, drawing his gaze and begetting a remount. Together they cross the water to the other mages.

Looking more than a little dazed at her sudden drop in energy, Hinata leans upon her white-haired companion. “I...I told you I could help.”

“You damn near got yourself killed - this isn’t something to celebrate!”

Before they can argue further, the town’s mayor pushes his way toward them, asking how they can be repaid for slaying the monster. He looks to Sasuke...who pauses, and then jerks his head.

“...she’s the one who killed it, not I. Give her the reward.”

The next morning they leave town with full supplies, and not three, but four horses, Hinata astride a palomino mare. Sasuke eyeballs it critically.

“...what?”

“There won’t be any hiding her, that’s for certain...but I suppose we already have a grey that stands out,” he mutters.

“Well we can’t all be riding black horses,” she sniffs in reply. “I think she’s beautiful.”

“She’s nice. Good confirmation, solid build...but also bright as a campfire.”

Leaning forward in her saddle, Hinata weaves fingers through the mount’s flaxen mane. “I think I’ll call her...Aurarius.”

“...fitting.” Silence falls for a time before he offers, “You really were foolish yesterday.”

“I know. But you needed help.”

“I was doing fine -”

“Until he knocked you on the ground!”

“Because I was too focused on you!”

Dark brows disappear up under her fringe.

“You...you were right in the way - I thought you were going to get yourself trampled.” Sasuke gathers up his reins in a gesture of irritation, earning a toss of his gelding’s head. “...and you were lucky. We’ve not had much time to train you in using your ven yet. It could have failed you if you’d hesitated, or lacked the strength to do what you intended.”

“Well...it turned out fine.”

“Just...promise me you won’t do that again.”

Red eyes stare into pale blue before she heaves a sigh, looking ahead. “...fine. But you have to also promise to teach me more. So I’m ready. And then I can do that again.”

The igni mage deadpans. “...fine.”

Hopefully, they won’t be running into any more terrorized towns any time soon, and he won’t have anything to worry about.

This is late again, I'm so sorry - today was VERY stressful irl, and I couldn't find a chance to write until late...and even then had trouble focusing due to stress. But at least it's done! A piece in my original fantasy verse! I don't get to write this one too often, but it's a lot of fun to cross Naruto with. And it's good practice and helps with world / lore building, ahaha! Sasuke is, of course, a fire mage...and Hinata water. Opposites in almost every way, but...you know what they say about opposites! Anyway, on that note, I really must call it a night, I'm exhausted. Hopefully tomorrow will be better, and I can get my drabble done at a better hour! Regardless, thanks so much for reading~

#uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uchiha itachi #sasuhina #blood //#gore //#animal death //#divine light [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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etoilesdephan · 7 years

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Duality

Read it on ao3!

Summary: It was eerie in the prison, yet somehow Dan’s smile could calm him down.

Word count: 4.4k

Trigger warnings: Imprisonment, Mental Illness, not much else to tag but I also don’t want to spoil it. Be careful reading it

A/N: Sudden inspiration struck so I had to write this. Turned out kind of halloween-y appropriate ahaha, hope you enjoy!

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It was as dreary indoors as he had expected it to be, and the uniform was as uncomfortable as he was told. Despite that, Phil neatly tucked the white shirt into the black trousers, smoothing out the wrinkles accordingly before he reached out for the belt, and the issued baton, carefully winding the former around his waist and attaching the latter to it. The radio was next and his fingers fumbled clumsily until he finally attached it correctly. The tie was pitch black, and around his neck it made him think of a noose more than anything else ever had.

When he looked up in the mirror, he was a perfect grayscale, his skin matching the shirt, his hair - the tie. Only his eyes still shone brightly, differently, in the midst of it all, and he stared at his reflection for a little longer until the world around the reflection had become as bleak as his own image.

“Ready?” An older prison officer with a comically bushy moustache and a bit of a beer belly turned to him when Phil emerged from the changing room.

“Yes, sir,” In a trained manner, Phil responded and his back straightened in an instant, too.

While Phil had been growing up, he had dreamed big and small, thinking he’d be a weatherman, or a writer, or even make movies for the BBC and move to Hollywood eventually. Sometimes he had dreamed about being an astronaut, but then he’d land back on Earth and want to work with animals.

He’d never thought that he would end up enrolling into a police academy only to go on to work as a prison guard. People were caged like animals for behaving against the law, some full of remorse, others - in constant glee for what had put them there. It was a dark place, full of emotions that made him jumpy on the inside still even if his face showed none of it, his expression trained to be neutral or even a little friendly, but always well guarded and hiding any vulnerabilities.

“I’ll show you around and after that you will be assigned to a post for the day. We rotate them throughout the month, but you might be stuck in one for a while.” The older officer, Officer Waletzki, as his nametag suggested, explained as the two men walked through several different locked doors, the chime of the of keys mixing in with their steps and the occasional noises made by the inmates. Phil’s arms crossed behind his back, the young officer kept nodding whenever something was explained to him; there was the hallway to sectors C, E and break room, the bathrooms were across the hall that way, the lunch canteen for the inmates was behind and the schedules for when each inmate would eat was given at the beginning of each week though it rarely changed.

“You’ll stay in Sector H-6 for now,” Finally the other man stopped and motioned Phil towards the said sector, “Remember, these are all dangerous criminals. Keep your guard up. Don’t engage unnecessarily. You are in charge and they must follow the rules.”

Though Phil nodded, once the older officer disappeared around the corner, he made a face.

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“Are you sure, honey?” His mum placed a hand on his shoulder as Phil was filling out the paper form that he had fought the printer for almost an hour over, when the old thing kept getting paper jams.

“It’s just a temporary placement,” He looked up and regarded her with a smile, “And I’m sure it will be alright. They’re all locked away and it’s the most secure prison in the area.”

He could see the doubt in her eyes, but then again he was used to it. She had been patting him on the head and smiling when he announced that he wanted to be a policeman. She had kissed his cheeks happily, embarrassing him, when he graduated. She had been speaking words of pride when he finally received the official documents.

Her eyes always betrayed her though. The worry lurked behind them, say where did the little boy with dreams much brighter and happier go? She knew that he wanted to do good, but there was always something that seemed to hold her back from believing that this was what Phil really wanted to do.

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“Would you look at that, they got somebody new,” Phil felt his expression flatten when he heard the words and he looked over at the prisoner who was lounging lazily on his bed, eying Phil up and down like he was a piece of meat. It sent a shiver down Phil’s back, but he just glared at the inmate and continued walking onwards, slowly.

It wasn’t as dark as he had always thought it would be, the cell walls light and the daylight lamps actually implemented. The cells were more spacious, too, than some of those that Phil had learned about and the beds didn’t look quite as bad as they could.

The inmates, too, were quite the variety.

He noted some men older than his own father, either reading or sleeping. There were guys a little older or about Phil’s age, some really neat and others that looked like they had been dragged out from the middle of the forest and thrown behind the bars. There was a face here and there that seemed younger, too, most seeming quite restless, either exercising or pacing around the cell like a caged animal. There was even one that was furiously mumbling under his breath only to stop and stare when Phil was passing by.

It was eerie.

As he continued on, nobody really talked to him. That is, until he reached a cell set a little further than the rest, and there was something about the bars that made them look sturdier than others. Only when Phil eyed the number next to the door did he understood that he’d ventured into a higher level security, where more vicious men were locked away.

“Hello there, new face,” He was greeted with an almost awkwardly joyous greeting and he looked over to where the sound came from. There, in the corner on the floor next to the bars sat a tall man, his long legs crossed, and a book on his lap. His hair was curly, his eyes were soft brown, his face was dotted with stray freckles and his skin though pale looked like it held a warm quality about it. “I was wondering when I could get something new to read,” The inmate continued on and the awkward edge disappeared from his voice momentarily only to return more prominently when he laughed and scratched the back of his head, “As much as I love this, I think I’ll soon know how to cite the book word by word.”

Phil hadn’t even realised when he had stopped, just staring at the inmate who was offering him a smile wide enough to show dimples.

For all Phil understood, this man didn’t look like a criminal at all, there was no edge that wasn’t soft about him, and perhaps it was that what made Phil feel so much more cautious about him. This man was listed as dangerous, if the location of the cell and the number said anything, and Phil could already envision him luring people in with his looks, only to perform an atrocious crime that nobody could expect of him.

Even so, Phil allowed his eyes to wander down to look at the book in the inmate’s lap, “Library will be available on Thursday,” He announced bluntly, pulling his eyes away, his fingers tempted to grab at the baton just to remind himself of the safety, but Phil stopped himself; rule number one was to never show if you were in any way scared.

“Oh! Really? Can I get some good fantasy? Maybe science fiction? I’m so tired of these reality novels. They’re all the same,” The inmate spoke in a manner so genuine that it took Phil by surprise, only to make him tense when he realised that the inmate was pushing himself up on his feet and fully turning to face Phil, the book hugged tightly against his chest like the man was some highschooler.

“You look like you would know some good books. Please,” He saw the inmate looking down at the name tag briefly before he looked Phil straight in the eyes, “Officer Lester, bring me something interesting before I feel like banging my head against the wall over these sappy romances,” There was a light laugh that escaped the inmate’s mouth again and the sound poured into Phil’s chest warmly. He didn’t even realise that he was smiling a bit until he nodded.

“I’ll see what I can do. Nobody should be stuck with only a single, boring book choice.”

There was almost childlike excitement in the inmate’s eyes and Phil shifted, vaguely motioning with his hand that he had to go and wordlessly he began walking away. He felt a little dazed after the brief exchange, and he could feel the inmate still watching him until he was too far from the cell.

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“There’s some sandwiches, new guy,” A tall, even taller than Phil, officer waved at the table across the break room as soon as Phil entered, “Beverly’s wife makes them for all of us once every other week, so it’s your lucky day.”

Phil regarded the other officer with a smile, watching the man bite hungrily into the sandwich before returning to his conversation with another guy.

As he was nibbling on one of his own, he looked around at the few men present; there was joyful chatter around, the most alive place in the prison so far and it was an oddity after the darkness filled morning. Of course, there was the book inmate, who had spoken to Phil like he was a person, but he didn’t dare to trust him.

“How’s it going, new guy?” The same tall man suddenly plopped in the seat next to Phil and he nearly choked on a bit of a bread. The other guy watched him with amusement as Phil coughed, clapping on Phil’s back lightly a couple of times until Phil stopped coughing. “Would be quite a lousy way to go. A job accident by choking on your own lunch,” The officer, Wakefield apparently, laughed and Phil joined in with a light laugh.

“I have a good survival track record. A whole twenty-nine years.”

Wakefield laughed even more at that, louder and more joyous than it seemed possible in a place like the prison and Phil used the moment to take another bite of his food, careful to chew through it well before he responded to anything.

“So how’s it? Any trouble with the inmates yet?” There was a stone cold quality about the other man’s eyes though his face seemed like it was nearly splitting with a wide smile.

Phil shook his head, “Just some of them running their mouths a bit, nothing out of the ordinary. Oh, and one was curious about the library day,” Phil lowered his sandwich just as Wakefield picked up his.

“Ah, I think I know who that is,” Wakefield said thoughtfully before biting into his sandwich and continuing on with his mouth full, the words unexpectedly clear and Phil could only wonder if the other man had purposely learned how to hold lengthy speeches while dining. “Howell keeps going through books like crazy. Had to bring him a whole stack during my first month here.”

Phil, never expecting to have more than just a number for the inmates, cocked his head a little, curious when Wakefield continued with his sandwich.

“What is he in for anyways? He’s up in the higher sector,” Phil continued on with his lunch, eying the other man and there was a certain tension that seemed to take over Wakefield, his face hardening instantly and the atmosphere suddenly made it really hard for Phil to chew.

“I have to go back to my post. Lunch is starting soon. You better go back to yours soon too, new guy,” The way the other man spoke turned Phil’s blood to ice and when he tried to swallow, the bread seemed to get stuck in his throat. Wakefield left, and there was an ominous presence that made the air thick.

It killed Phil’s appetite.

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“I could make some much needed changes to your face,” The voice was a growling one, mixing laughter and seething hatred, “Just come a little closer, you dirty piece of shit.” It was a gross sound when the man retched and spat at Phil, missing completely, but it was clearly a step out of the line.

“Get away from the door inmate, immediately,” He brought up the baton, threateningly and the inmate stepped back. Slowly, slowly, the man sat down on the bed, all whilst staring at Phil with the purest hatred Phil had ever experienced. “It will go on your inner record,” Phil added just before the man flipped him off.

Nothing that he wouldn’t expect.

“I’m hungry, when’s the lunch?” Someone called at him and he looked around until he could see the inmate.

“The usual time. You can wait.” His voice was strict but his heart was beating rapidly. He hated mistreating people, even if they were mistreating him. He’d gone into police academy to learn how to help, serve and protect people. He’d known what he signed up for when he applied for prison guard position, but it was then that he was reminded of the ugly parts of his intended job.

He had always grown up being polite, taught to be so, and now he had to forget it all.

“Officer Lester! How is your first day going?” A much more pleasant voice reached out to him when Phil passed through the passage between the two security levels. When he looked up, Howell was smiling brightly at him from the same spot he had been sitting at earlier, the book on his lap now flipped open somewhere in the middle.

“Good, thank you,” He tried to be curt, remembering Wakefield’s expression. He tried to keep walking onwards but it was difficult when curiosity was stronger than reason at times. It was so hard to believe that this man could truly do something that would make men like Wakefield so cold.

Never judge a book by its cover. He reminded himself, but his feet stopped and he turned a little to face the inmate who closed the book after placing an old folded envelope into it to mark the page.

“Today is casserole day, right?” The inmate took lead in supplying more conversation and Phil shifted his weight from one foot to the other, scratched the back of his neck and then shrugged.

“It should be. Yesterday was fish, and fish always comes before the casserole.” Howell hummed to himself merrily before stretching his arms and legs with a yawn, “I hope it’s pork, we haven’t had that for a while.”

That made Phil arch his brow and he found himself speaking before he could stop himself, “How long have you been here?”

To that, the inmate just leaned his head back against the wall, looking at some random point in the cell’s ceiling, “Three years? I lost count after day four hundred twenty-eight.” What made it so much more eerie though, was the way that it sounded like the man didn’t really care that he was in the prison. Like it was something that he had talked about so many times that the reality had lost its meaning to him and he was over trying to salvage it.

“Aren’t you in your early twenties now?” The frown had taken place on Phil’s face; he couldn’t feel sorry for the older ones that much anymore, they had had lives to live and learn, and had still ended up in the prison after all those experiences. Howell, however, looked too young to be locked away. The security level meant most likely a life imprisonment and it hurt Phil thinking that someone had thrown away all those years of wonder and exploration away so early on in their life.

“I’m almost twenty-five,” The inmate answered and plucked at the envelope that was sticking out of the book, “Mum sent a reminder just last week about it. I should have some visitors finally,” There was a pure happiness that showed in those deep brown eyes when Howell looked at Phil and for all he knew, Phil frowned even more.

“I hope it’s pork today, too,” He muttered under his breath and turned to go, but something told him that the inmate had heard him anyway, if the happy sound he made was anything to go by.

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“Away from the door, Howell,” Phil instructed and watched as the inmate put away his book obediently and stood up against the wall, hands against it and legs at shoulder width even before he was instructed to do so.

Phil unlocked the door and the officer assigned with him from a nearby sector, Horsfall, walked in and took the inmate’s arms to cuff them around the wrists. For a moment, Phil expected the officer to also cuff the young inmate around the ankles too, but instead he grabbed him by the shoulder to lead him towards the exit.

The inmate, nearing Phil, offered him a wide, dimply smile and Phil’s lips quivered, wanting to return it but instead he locked the cell door and followed the two people through the hallway towards the canteen.

It was silent. Too silent.

As they walked through the hallway that Phil had been patrolling, all of the inmates were tucked away, sitting in their beds, watching the trio silently as they walked past the cells. Even when coming close to the rudest and loudest of them, Phil was only greeted with silence and blank stares and it made him uneasy. One glance at Howell, and he was calmed by that smile on his face and that hum in his throat that sounded awfully lot like a song Phil knew but couldn’t quite place.

“You know the drill,” Horsfall pushed Howell inside the canteen and the tall inmate tripped a little over his feet before he caught himself, and Phil could swear that there was a light blush on Howell’s cheeks when he nodded at the two officers and walked across the canteen to queue with a tray in his bound hands.

“That was strange,” Phil murmured quietly to the other officer and when given a questioning look, he elaborated, “They’re usually not this calm, the other inmates. Or is that just a thing in the mornings?”

Instead of an answer, he was regarded with a weird stare, like if what he’d said was something really bizarre. When he returned that with a question in his knit brows, the other officer excused himself and left the canteen to help with bringing in more of the inmates.

Howell was sitting at one of the empty tables alone, happily munching away what looked like a really bland casserole.

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“You’re going to die,” The whisper that followed Phil through the hallway had set his heart on a race. The first time he had heard it, he had hushed the inmate. The second time he had lightly hit the baton against the bars of the cell. As the whispers continued on, he tried to put it off as a cruel joke that the inmates were trying to pull on him, to try and scare him away. Perhaps that’s why the previous guard had resigned, tired of this choir of whispers, anger and darkness seeping through every corner of the building.

Phil definitely couldn’t see himself working here for too long, and he was already wishing to hear back about his applications elsewhere. He just needed the money while he waited, but now he hoped that the wait wouldn’t be long.

He couldn’t imagine how bad it could get if after less than a day it felt too heavy already.

And he couldn’t shake the dread that was taking its residence in his joints when more and more officers left him without an answer when he actually got around to asking about Howell. Phil couldn’t understand it; either there was a huge mistake or the man was a lot more dangerous than anyone wanted to admit, but no matter how hard Phil raked his brain he couldn’t remember any big case around this strange young inmate. So he was left wondering.

“It was chicken again,” The voice was already too familiar to him, and it was openly disappointed when it spoke. As if charmed, his feet stopped and Phil looked through the bars where the inmate was lounging on the cell floor, arms behind his head as he stared at the light in the ceiling.

“Hopefully it’s pork next time,” Phil didn’t know what else to say, as he watched the tall frame so relaxed on the floor like Howell belonged there.

“Probably not, we haven’t had any for months now,” The tone was dismissive but still filled with so much disappointment that Phil felt himself move closer to the cell door, not feeling threatened at all with the inmate so leisurely on the concrete floor.

“Howell, get off the floor, you’ll get sick,” He tried to instruct sternly, but his tone came across more caring and it seemed to catch the other man’s attention.

Or so Phil thought until the inmate laughed, “Please, I’m no officer, just call me Daniel, or Dan, whichever is good for you. I know it’s a customary thing to call us ‘inmate’ or by our family name, but it’s just us here.” Dan winked at Phil and Phil found himself swallow, uncertain as to what to do or say, “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

Phil shook his head, “We’re not supposed to acquaint ourselves with inmates,” He squared his shoulders, raised up his chin and pressed his lips together. Dan was just looking at him with a soft kind of amusement, but finally moved to sit up. He never stood, and instead crossed his legs in that familiar manner.

“Officer Lester, a true law enforcer. I like that,” There was a little bit of cheekiness in those words and Phil was unsure whether or not it was meant offensive.

“I guess that’s what puts us on the opposite sides of these bars,” Phil reached out, placing his hand against the cold metal and arched his brow when Dan laughed.

“That’s very true.”

He could feel the question burn in the back of his throat, the curiosity stronger than reason and Phil couldn’t explain the need to find out; he’d always scored so well in tests of mental preparedness to follow orders and to not let the emotions win over reason when faced with the most unusual situations. Yet, he wanted to know.

He needed to know.

“Why?”

“Why what?” Dan seemed to be genuinely confused, the tone a clear indication that their conversation had changed completely.

“Why are you here? In the prison?” Phil could hear the heartbeat in his ears from how strong his heart was pounding against his chest, anxious. It was almost like he was breaking the most sacred rules in the universe and his heart understood faster than his brain.

He watched as Dan pushed himself up to his feet and though he knew that he had to stop him, Phil couldn’t, instead watching as Dan neared the door, neared Phil. He was so close that Phil could see his lashes in detail as they fluttered closed, then open again, and the way the skin on Dan’s lips was chapped. He was too close, because Phil could feel Dan’s breath on his face as it ghosted over him.

“Who said that it’s me who is locked away, Phil?” The voice sent a violent shiver through the entirety of Phil’s body and he stepped back, tripping over his own feet and landing on his butt painfully.

“H-how do you know my name?” Phil stammered and there was panic running through his whole body when the cell door easily opened and Dan stepped out of it, nearing Phil slowly as the young officer tried to scramble away backwards on the floor.

“Why wouldn’t I know it, Phil?” Dan was close, too close, and it felt like Phil’s heart was going to burst.

“Stay away,” Phil’s voice faltered, and he swallowed before he could find it again, louder, “Inmate step aside immediately!”

But as he tried to grab for the baton or the radio, he found himself unable to, his arms and legs as if bound to the floor and he couldn’t do anything but to trash, trying to keep Dan away as the man leaned in closer with what seemed worry on his face.

===

“Phil, can you hear me?” Dan spoke loudly, shining a light into the man’s eyes the best he could as Phil kept trashing despite the bonds around his wrists and ankles holding him down to the white bed.

“Nurse, we need Lorazepam, now!” He instructed while trying to reach out and hold the man down, and it was clear that whatever was happening was taking a toll on the body, the skin reddening around the bounds painfully and the heartbeat underneath Dan’s fingertips skyrocketing from what he could catch.

“I’m holding him, go on,” He leaned himself onto the trashing man’s body, grabbing a hold of his arm enough to allow for the anesthetic to be injected.

It didn’t take long for it to kick in and when it did, Dan fell back into the bedside chair heavily, wiping the sweat beads from his forehead as he looked over at the sleeping man.

Dan frowned, the lines on his face much deeper than his age should’ve allowed.

“You’re going to be fine,” He murmured quietly, “We’ll figure a way to give you a proper life.”

It hurt him to watch the young male when he had been brought into the hospital, hallucinations more often there than not, most causing violent reactions that had finally worn the family out and frightened them enough to seek out help.

“We’ll do our best,” Dan promised before reaching out and placing the three plush toys on the bed next to the man that Dan knew Phil lovingly liked to refer to as Waletzki, Wakefield and Horsfall.

#myfanfic #phanfic #phanfiction #phanfic au #phanfiction au #phandom #phan

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northernrosewritings · 4 years

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10 questions tag

I was tagged by @stand-inthe-rain and @zmlorenz

1. These first three all go together. Tell me about the WIP you are currently working on!

Ahaha...well um on here, I talk about Castle of Roses, so I guess that’s the one I should go with?

Castle of Roses is going to be at least a duology—maybe a trilogy, depending? It follows two characters: North and Crispin. Crispin, is the royal healer, which means he spends a lot of time around the frail princess, Faith. Enough time, in fact, that he has fallen in love with her, and has resorted to using magic to keep her alive, despite having watched the use of magic kill his own mother.

North, on the other hand, is a thief who was raised by nymphs in the forest and, after years of stealing, is finally caught and brought before the queen. Her execution is interrupted by the news that the princess was poisoned, and in her desperation to live, North convinces the queen that due to her mother being a nymph, she can easily create a cure for the poison that is killingthe princess. This is, of course, a lie, and now she has to find one before the princess dies.

The second book is a little vague rn because I’m not sure what to do with it yet, but it focuses on finding who poisoned Faith, and a little more on the relationships developing between the characters.

The other story I’m focusing on at the moment I recently started on. It’s a remake of a manga I read and loved a few years ago, Alice in the Country of Hearts. It’s a VERY recent project, so I don’t have much about its plot.

2. What stage of writing are you in on your current WIP(s)?

Uh, well Castle of Roses is in the rough draft phase. The Alice story is still being planned.

3. What makes you most excited about your current WIP(s)?

Castle of Roses is a personal favorite because it’s my most planned story. I love the relationships between the characters and I’m confident in the twists I have planned out. I also really love the relationships between Faith & Crispin and North & Thorne (with a but of a bias for Faith and Crispin. They’re cute).

The Alice story, I’m probably most excited about the worldbuilding. I’m playing with the idea of basing most of the world on chess and cards, and it’ll be fun to implement those rules into the way the Wonderland works.

4. What time of day do you find you are the most productive and why do you think that is so?

Mostly late at night. I think it’s probably because my parents are asleep and the house is quiet, so it just feels more...peaceful? Except the sound of the cats running around the house lmao

5. Do you have a trope you will never get sick of?

Ohhh yeah lol. The biggest one is literally any romance with a royal character and someone of a lower class. Arranged marriages. Forbidden romances. The thing where someone gets hurt but can’t tell the others because they don’t want to worry them. Friends to lovers. Enemies to lovers. Redemption arcs. Just...so many.

6. What authors/books had the greatest impact on your own writing?

There are a few!

The Warriors series by Erin Hunter made me start writing. I started out writing terrible (like, truly terrible) fanfiction for this series. So it just...let me enjoy writing when I was a kid.

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. The series really impacted my view of the world and the themes that unconsciously make their way into my writing.

The Winner’s Curse series by Marie Rutkoski. Or well, I WANT to take notes from this series. The writing style is #goals for me and the use of symbols that come back throughout the books. God I love it. I wanna reread these now

Anything by Marissa Meyer. I love her fairy tale retellings and her characters.

7. What sort of things do you draw inspiration from?

Mostly other stories I like! A lot of things I make start out with me going, “I liked this relationship dynamic and want to make characters with a similar one” or “I like this one trope a lot I should use it” and then I build from there.

8. Why did you start writing?

It’s kind of a weird story? So I hated writing as a kid because I only did it in the context of school writing assignments, which were then hung up, read by parents, and laughed at. I hated it so much that my mom actually has a paper in her office somewhere where I was supposed to write a story, and I hated the assignment so much, I just summarized Barbie: the Island Princess and called it a day. I think in about fifth grade? I made a friend who loved the Warriors series so much at the time that she was writing fanfiction for it, and I started doing the same and found that I loved making characters and building stories around them. She and I and two other friends began writing original stories soon after, and I’ve been writing ever since, even when those friends stopped or I stopped being friends with them.

I would say the main reason my love for writing persisted, though, was because I became depressed about a year after I started writing, and it allowed me to create my own escape from the world at that time.

9. How do you structure your writing time (if there is a structure at all)?

I don’t really! I probably should though lmao

10. Do you have a playlist you like to listen to while writing? If so, what type of music is on it?

Sort of! Castle of Roses has its own playlist, as well as my superhero stories and G Project. None of them have a specific type of music, but the songs on each playlist tends to follow specific themes (eg, the superhero one tends to have songs related to mental health, superheroes, and looking to the future because that’s what the stories are largely about). The exception is Castle of Roses, which is really unorganized and all over the place. But it works lol!

1. what’s your go-to cure for writer’s block?

I don’t really have one. I don’t make myself write like most writers do, because I just end up with results that make me even more frustrated with my writing and make my writer’s block worse. But I do tend to focus more on my art when writer’s block hits, which usually means I’m drawing my characters.

2. what got you into writing?

I answered this above in ‘why did you start writing?’

3. what was the first thing you remember writing?

My first original story that I didn’t collaborate with anyone on was a story mostly ripped off from my then-friends. Basically the story was about several princes and princesses of varying natural elements (for example, fire, earth, lightning, etc) finding a girl outside of their (shared) home. They took her in, and through certain circumstances (what were they? Who knows! Certainly not me, now or then!) decided they had to get her home. The twist? This girl (our main character, by the way) was working for the antagonist, who wanted to drain these royals of their powers (and as a result, their lives) so that he could become the most powerful being in the universe.

4. how did you come up with the title of your wip?

Castle of Roses was actually named by my best friend @sweordoflight! They suggested it because it was so heavily focused on court politics, and the idea was that concept of everything looking pretty on the outside, but in reality being dangerous.

5. how did you come up with the idea for your current wip? what inspired it?

Castle of Roses actually was um. So it started out with the main four characters’ (North, Crispin, Thorne, and Faith) names and an anime faceclaim for each that I based their original personalities on. And then I built an entire story around them. And then I built and entire world around that story.

6. do you listen to music or do anything else to help you write?

I do listen to music sometimes! What kind depends on how in the zone I am, because if the answer is “not very” I can’t have music with lyrics. The other thing I do is usually just keeping a book close by, so I can look at it for a reference for my writing style.

7. how do you come up with character names? do they have special meanings?

I just search until I find The One tm lol. My friends get so frustrated because I ask them, “Hey, help me come up with names for this character” and they list off names and I’m like, “No, that doesn’t feel right.”

What’s hilarious is you’ll find a lot of characters who ended up paired together or very close friends whose names either start with the same letter or are very close to each other (Brooklyn and Brayden, Ellody and Eros, North and Thorne, Senya and Serysia, etc) and this is completely unintentional. It just happens and I don’t know why lmao

8. do you work on multiple wips at the same time or do you prefer to work on them one at a time?

Multiple WIPs, although I wish I could just focus on one at a time.

9. do you have any authors or books you admire or look up to as a role model/inspire you?

The Winner’s Curse series and Marissa Meyer come to mind off the top of my head. I’m way behind on all my books so I can’t think of any others rn.

10. favorite piece of writing advice?

“You don't write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid's burnt socks lying in the road.”

#10 questions tag #about me #castle of roses

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midnightluck · 7 years

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after that really really excellent scrawl fic, id love to see sabo reacting to seeing ace like that. whatever time or au you want, although id prefer post-amnesia. i love your work, tysm

Ahaha this kinda went awry, but I was thinking about when they first got it as kids, and….I hope you still like it?

Companion to this.

–

“Are you sick?” Ace demands.

“No!” Sabo says, and Ace just stares at him. “Okay, fine; maybe a little.”

“Ugh, no, go away,” Ace says, flopping back down into the grass. “Come back when you’re better.”

“But today’s when we’re supposed to go over–!”

“Nope! I am not catching whatever you have, Sabo! Go away!”

“It’s just a sniffle! We can still–”

“Nope, nope, no, get your gross face away from me! It’s leaking!” But Sabo just tackles him and smears his disgusting face liquids all over Ace’s shirt. “You’re disgusting,” Ace says, but he also gives up.

“It’s just a sniffle,” Sabo says again, but Ace can feel the heat of his skin even through all those layers.

“Liar,” Ace says fondly, but he doesn’t try to get up. A nap sounds pretty nice right now anyway.

–

He opens his eyes sometime later but he’s still dreaming. There’s a turning swirl of blue and green above him and the grass is suddenly sharp like needles.

“I’m awake,” he says, but he doesn’t believe it.

“M’too,” Sabo says beside him, or something like it. “Awake. Yeah.”

They lay there a while longer, and Ace stares upwards with eyes full of blur. A bird screams a ways off and there’s cicada song loud in his right ear.

Then Sabo rolls over and groans. “Ace,” he says, “I think I’m sick.”

“Me too,” Ace echoes. “But this is your fault.”

“I don’t wanna go home,” Sabo says, ignoring him entirely. “I can’t be sick at home.”

Ace met Sabo only a while back, and he’s the closest and only friend Ace has ever had. They’ve talked about sailing away and have plans to start a stash of money, but they never talk about personal things, not really, so Ace never wondered if Sabo had somewhere safe to be sick.

Ace should probably to go back to Dadan’s anyway. He doesn’t want to, but he does know better than to wander through the forest when the horizon isn’t staying steady.

He manages to sit up and squints forward into the tree line. His everything hurts, but the world’s staying more or less level now. “I’m gonna go,” he says and doesn’t move.

“There’s something on your face,” Sabo says. He reaches over to try to rub it off, but misses. “Hey, stay still.”

“I am,” Ace protests, which is even true. Probably.

Sabo’s fingers poke his cheek, and then rub. And then rub harder. “It’s not coming off,” he says, and Ace scowls.

“They’re freckles; they don’t come off.”

“No, the–the word. Where’d you get a marker anyway?”

Ace stares at him. Sabo’s face is a bit red and his eyes are swollen. “You look awful,” he says.

“Focus, Ace,” Sabo demands, snapping his fingers. “Where’s the marker?”

“I don’t have one,” Ace says. His hearing is dull on the left side. That’s–is that normal? “I think I’m sick.”

Sabo makes a huffing sound and says, “Oh boy. Have you got somewhere you can go?”

Oh, right. He ought to get to Dadan’s. They may not care, but they also won’t care if he curls up in a corner for a few days to ride this out. “Yeah, let’s go,” Ace says, and stands up. He does it carefully and slowly, and the second he’s upright he sneezes so hard he almost falls over.

When his eyes clear again, Sabo’s right next to him. “C’mon,” he says, grabbing a blue sleeve.

“Are you sure?” Sabo asks. “I can come with you?”

Ace scowls and takes a step. Not as hard as he’d thought; walking will be okay. “You’d better. This is your fault and you can’t make me sicker anyway, so you at least have to help me get better.”

Sabo says nothing, but he grabs Ace’s arm and together they find a swaying balance that gets them all the way to the hideout.

Ace pushes open the door and heads right into the back. He walks past someone who says something, so he stops and looks around.

Curly is staring at him, so Ace raises his chin. “I’m sick,” he says. “I’m gonna sleep in the back room for a while.”

Curly blinks. “Oh, is that the Scrawl?” He comes forward, hand out, but Ace flinches back, hissing.

He’d forgot Sabo was behind him, but Sabo manages to catch them both before they fall. “It’s the plague,” Ace lies shamelessly.

“Looks like the Scrawl to me,” Curly says, but he doesn’t try to touch again. “If it is, it’ll pass in a few days. It’s easy to catch if you’ve never had it before, but you can’t catch it again.”

“Is that why Ace has words on him?” Sabo asks from behind him, quiet and tentative.

But if Curly notices or cares that there’s a second brat where there was previously only one, he doesn’t show it. “Yeah,” he says instead. “It’s like a summer cold, only words that people’ve said to you that you think are true appear.”

Sabo makes a sound behind him, but Ace is looking down. One of his hands says brat, big and bold, and if his grandpa is the worst this disease has to offer, that’s more than fine.

“But it’s not fatal,” Sabo says, and Ace looks over. Sabo’s hands are clean. “And it’s passing?”

Curly nods. “Yeah, head on into the back room. We’ve all had the Scrawl before, I bet, so we can’t catch it. I think we got an extra blanket around, too,” and he wanders off.

Ace watches him go for a second, then looks back to Sabo. “This way,” he says, and tugs on Sabo’s fingers. They stumble over the high threshold, but in the back corner is the mess of sacks and old clothes that Ace sleeps on when he’s here.

It’s too small for both of them and too hot to curl together, but they do anyway. Sabo’s big stupid hat is somewhere on the floor because it keeps poking Ace in the face, and Ace falls into a fitful sleep, restless and dizzying.

He slides into awareness later. How much later he doesn’t know or care, but it’s dark-ish and there’s a coarse blanket over both of them.

“Sabo,” Ace says, reaching out to poke.

“Hm’wzt’mp,” Sabo says, then rolls over enough to mash his face into the ground. “Go ‘way.”

“Sabo,” Ace says again, ignoring all that. His friend’s skin is hot to the touch, and his hand doesn’t feel like his own. “You’re real, right?”

“-kinda dumb question-” Sabo mutters, and opens one fever-bright eye to look up at him. “We’re both real.”

There’s brat on his hand and son of a monster on his other wrist, and as he watches, swirls of ink are settling into more words on his arm. It doesn’t feel real at all.

He looks back over and Sabo’s pushing himself up, eyes stuck on Ace’s cheeks.

That’s right, there’s a word there, isn’t there? “What does it say?” he asks, and looks over Sabo’s skin again.

“Nothing,” Sabo says, but he reaches out to trace the letters and Ace can almost tell anyway.

But this isn’t at all fair; Sabo’s skin is clear. There’s no words, no ink, and when Ace reaches out to turn his arms over, they’re still clean. “I got this from you,” he says. “We both have this, the writing thing! So why don’t you have words?”

Sabo shifts, and his eyes are a sick kind of shiny. “I do,” he says like a secret. “I have two.”

Talk about unfair, when he has a whole speech on his forearm. “Only two?”

“Yeah,” Sabo says. “I found ‘em earlier, and one of ‘em’s yours.”

“Only two?” Ace repeats, voice higher and tighter than intended.

“Things you hear that you believe,” he repeats, leaning in too close and breathing fast and hot. “Who talks about me, Ace? Cause we don’t; we’re too busy. My parents don’t; they prefer to pretend I don’t exist, and the stuff they do say–I know it isn’t true. You’re the only one who talks to me, Ace, and no one talks about me.”

He’s panting now, and it’s not fair–Ace is covered in words and Sabo has none, and that’s–”Show me.”

“What?”

“Show me my word.”

Sabo stares at him, so Ace pokes at him ‘til he moves. He reaches up, slow, like Ace is gonna change his mind, but Ace just waits.

And Sabo finally tugs that dumb napkin he wears loose, and there, right in the hollow of his throat, is a rough liar.

“I didn’t mean it,” Ace says, and he can’t tell if the low-level nausea is the sickness or shame. “I didn’t mean it like that, Sabo, I didn’t–”

“I know,” Sabo says, and ties it back up. “It’s fine anyway,” but he’s looking away and rubbing one hand over his stomach. “It’s good that my other one’s not the only–”

Ace surges forward and grabs at his shirt. Sabo protests but Ace gets it high enough to see the beautiful cursive worthless that follows the bend of the ribcage.

Sabo scoots back and smooths his shirt down and Ace lets him go. They both sit in silence for a while, then Ace says, “You’re worthwhile.”

Sabo smiles at him, a bit sad.

“You’re great, Sabo,” Ace says earnestly. “You’re strong and brave and you’ve saved my life; you’re literally a life-saver,” and then he holds his breath and watches blank skin stay blank. “It’s all true! Why isn’t it working?”

“Because it doesn’t matter if you think it’s true,” Sabo says, so very gently.

“But you’re–I–”

“It’s okay, Ace,” Sabo tells him, with his shiny eyes and red face and puffy nose. “Don’t worry about it for now. Go back to sleep.”

“No,” Ace says. “I’m gonna–” He starts to get up, and Sabo throws his weight against his shoulders.

“You can’t fight a sickness,” Sabo tells him, but Ace is gonna try anyway.

“I’m gonna punch it,” Ace says, struggling weakly to get up. He’s hot and hurting, and then he sneezes, loud and sudden and all over Sabo.

Sabo blinks. “You’re gross,” he says, but he grabs Ace’s shirt to wipe his face with, so if anyone here is gross, it’s him.

“Whatever,” Ace says, giving up. He’ll punch the disease later. In a bit, after the world resettles and maybe a nap. He puts his wrist over his eyes to block out the little light that’s left.

“Ace…” Sabo says, and he’s still holding Ace’s shirt up. He’s probably reading more things, but Ace doesn’t want to know.

“Sleeping,” he announces. “So I can stand up so I can punch the sickness.”

Sabo makes a sound and then lets his shirt fall. “Sure, sounds good,” he says. “I’ll back you up.”

“Course you will,” Ace says, and yawns massively. “You’ve always got my back.”

There’s a moment quiet enough for Ace to dip into darkness, but he makes sure to get in the last word, because after all, “This is your fault, anyway.”

Sabo huffs and taps his shoulder. “Go to sleep, dork,” he says, and Ace does.

–

“Hey, Luffy,” Ace says, many years later. “You know you’re our precious little brother, right?”

“And that we love you and know you’ll become the Pirate King?” Sabo adds.

Luffy sniffs and looks up at both of them. “Of course I know! Shishishi!” and that’s it. He doesn’t ask why or doubt them; just takes it at face value, and Ace and Sabo exchange looks over his head.

“You’re really special,” Sabo says fondly, slinging an arm over his shoulders and pulling him into a sideways hug.

“One of a kind,” Ace says.

Luffy smiles at them both, and then he sneezes again.

#mark for mark au #portgas d. ace #sabo the revolutionary #answer in the form of a story #y'all can thank nari for ace's desire to punch inanimate unpunchable objects

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sakuurae · 7 years

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8 questions tag

tagged by the lovely @jaetennys ^~^ thank you, darling 💖

1) What are your favourite mvs?

Oooo, my favorite music videos. Hmmm... I really like ‘don’t fight’ by ants, ‘사랑해줘요’ by mind u, and ‘take you home’ by baekhyun. Im not really a fan of busy (if that is the right word to use) mvs, ahaha. I like them simple with nice lighting, and telling a short story.

2) do you have like a to-do-list before you die?? (like a bucket list) if so, can you list them down? (im really curious)

Ohhh, yes i do!! Haha, i actually have one written down in one of my notebooks, and its quite long so ill just name a few things. Some things id like to do would be going to tokyo with my friends, go on an endless shopping spree with my friends, have our fashion blog be eminent, and to finish writing an entire novel one day (this would be a dream, ehehe).

A lot of the things in my bucket list include activities my friends, haha, because, for me, the best things in my life are never done alone *~*

3) which one do you prefer; romantic love or platonic love? why?

Hmmm... honestly, romantic love. In my opinion, of course, its more fun in my opinion and i enjoy the whirlwind of emotions that come from it. From being physically close and cuddling, hand-holding, the narrow focus to them solely in a specific admirable perception—just being intimate and having the deep feeling that is created form romantic love—piques my interest more.

Though, there isnt anything wrong with platonic love either! I enjoy that as well, but i prefer romantic love.

4) who is the person you look up the most? why?

Prepare for absolute cheese, lmao. I look up to taeyong a lot—no surprise here. But its because of what he went through and how he dealt with it. He went through a lot of fire when he finally debuted, and witnessing the crumble of the pillars that held him up confidently made my heart break. I really admire how he handled the drama. It exhibits a growth he has gone through amid that arduous time period. And, honestly, i related to some fractions of it—of him as a person.

But it is not only that factor alone that makes me look up to him; it is also his drive to become a better dancer, rapper—person. I also enjoy how he takes care of all of his members ;~; he makes it so prominent that he cares for his friends and its very respectful. Hes just always thankful for his members and for everything, its aksdjgfh aghhhh.

What always sticks with me about him is the episode (i dont remember which) in ‘nct life: pep rally’ to which he talks about the controversy that surrounded him. What he says really sparked something in me—dunno, i think im just rambling at this point so ill cut this off here lmaoo.

5) favourite songs of all time?

Aaaah, this really is a difficult one. My favorite songs probably are ‘icarus’ by jj project, ‘what i want to say’ by acourve, ‘i smile’ by day6, and ‘the lovely song when we parted’ by mind u.

I wonder if i make it obvious enough, but i really love listening to k-indie/k-acoustic :) my true list of all-time favorites are on my spotify playlist thats filled with them, ahaha.

6) who is/are your bias? why?

Oh boy... My biases are taeyong and sicheng—as if this information is not written on the walls already, haha.

I literally dedicated a huge passage to a fraction of my love for taeyong earlier, and that heavily contributes to why. But pushing that to the side, i admire him for his talent in dancing, rapping, and everything. He is so resilient and that is a favorable quality in my eyes, aaah. His personality is really laudable as well :)

Sicheng... because he is equally meritorious. He traveled over to korea and had to learn an entirely new language, try his hardest to debut, and so much more. He is doing is best and, just like taeyong, he is putting his best effort out there and is growing :’) i also love how he treats his members too; he is just so lovable to everyone, its almost unbelievable.

7) list of things/people that makes you happy?

- Writing is an obvious answer for me to include, haha. Its a great way to start off my day and a good way to calm myself down from a taxing day. I also enjoy sharing the content i create with others, ahaha;

- Reading is also another element. Every morning i read for a good hour or two before i begin writing. I just sit there with my coffee and leaf through my book. It would be an even more perfect day if the weather is nice and warm;

- Going out with my friends. To be honest, i used to never leave the ensconcement of my bedroom; i would say inside and read, write, or just organize my books and closet. It isnt until around a month and a half ago (i think) where my friends have finally egged me to go out with them (i also believe i posted pictures on this blog of it ahaha) and i enjoyed it wholeheartedly. Now, i go out almost every single day with them, and sometimes on my own. I feel like the complete opposite!!! But it makes me really happy, huhu;

- The friends i made on this website makes me really happy. I mean i dont have much but i appreciate the couple that i do have with my entire heart. Knowing them for a short amount of time is unbelievable because it feels like ive known them for years, and everything has been compacted within the month or two we all started to talk. The closeness is really astonishing, but extremely refreshing! I can go on for a while about how appreciative i am and how happy they make me, especially on days where i feel a little down and talking to them normally uplifts my spirits, but i think this will suffice;

- Coffee. The root of my energy tbh. Keeps me going throughout the day and keeps me on my feet during dance, even though i might be too off-the-walls.

8) what are your fondest memories? (it can be anything! about your pet or your friends etc)

Oh boy, this can go on forever too so ill just write the first one that came to my mind.

It was thanksgiving night with my cousins and we snuck out. Skipping over the minor, stupid particulars, we were being chased by one of the neighbors and we started running away for a good five minutes, which resulted in us becoming lost (because we were at our uncle’s city [and we never visit that town]) at a park.

Afterwards, we sat around on the grass for a long while and started to talk for a long while. It was strange at first since we were never really close to one another, but that night was such a table turner. It was one in the morning and we were all sitting or laying on the grass, talking as we stared at the stars—surprisingly, because i havent seen a clear night sky in the city since i lived over at the country side—and we learned a lot about each other and why we differed, which made us argue a lot. Talking it over for hours, our relationship with each other substantially changed and it was like there was never thick air between us to begin with.

Im not sure if this is adequate enough to be an extremely fond memory; but in my book, it is :D i frequently recall this moment despite it occurring many years ago—because it is that life-changing for me. It sort of made me think that despite the negativity i face with others, the other party always has their own reason to why.

I hope this tag is okay! ^~^ i feel like i revealed a larger fraction of myself than what i usually do, ahahaha //profoundly sweats//.

Im tagging @urbanjohnny @writenct @heartachetosing @hey-uta @thenctcults! I hope its okay to tag you guys, please dont feel obligated to do this if you feel zero desire to ^~^

My questions for you:

1. Whats your favorite book, and why?

2. What is a good, life changing moment that always sticks with you?

3. Do you believe in astrology? Why?

4. What’s something you have been forced into (like an activity or class) in the belief you would hate it, but actually love it to this day?

5. Name three things you’re proud of in your life and why :D

6. What is the root of your happiness? How did you discover it?

7. Do you prefer clear, serene starry nights within a forest, or an ocean view during golden hours?

8. What’s one thing that not many people know about you?

Again, you dont have to do this if you have zero desire to!! Ehehe

#I wrote a little too much for this didnt i aaah #tag #about me

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hallelujuh · 7 years

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hello yes i just finished lord of the flies (and then watched the 1963 movie immediately afterwards) & i rlly luv piggy so im gonna yell abt Just Piggy Things™ even if no one cares

piggy’s the first character we’re introduced to, after ralph ofc, so that means we’re supposed to get attached, and boy did i get attached..

ass-mar

the fact that he’s been called mean nicknames so long that his real name doesnt matter to him?? he doesnt care what hes called?? poor thing wtf??? hes like eleven hes too little for this

the Flashing Anime Glasses. especially the one w the fire when he starts laughing maniacally. same.

im talking about: “then he laughed so strangely that they were hushed, looking at the flash of his spectacles in astonishment.”

also: “’i got the conch,’ said piggy, in a hurt voice. ‘i got a right to speak.’” let him speak hes the only damn reasonable one. also stop hurting him hes been hurt enough goddamnit

k but how much he loves ralph? and ralph is annoyed by him??? but then later he confides in him & cries over him & their friendship is my fav in the book so. they bond it just takes a while. but piggy was always good to ralph awe

“i was with him when he found the conch. i was with him before anyone else was.” he finally made a friend dont u take him from him ;-;

k speaking of the conch, in the first movie, his laugh when ralph’s blowing the horn for the first time??? aw??? a rare moment of joy in that sad ass movie??

‘63!film piggy is the sweetest & cutest i lob him. ‘90!film piggy was annoying as shit tho i refuse to talk about him.

in the ‘63!film when he puts his hands on his hips when jack says “shut up fatty” and then hides behind the tree when they all laugh at him.

god in the book it’s easy to forget theyre actual babies but with the movie u cant possibly forget and theyre so cute but defenseless it’s so sad

i kno these actors r like 70 or dead now but i wanna go back in time & give them a hug. especially piggy cuz hes a pouty chubby bub gOD IM SO SAD

one last note on the film before i get back to the book: the movie rlly encompassed how awkward i imagined piggy to be & i luv that. also his story time abt camberly was adorable + educational (for me, anyway)

how hurt he is when ralph tells the other boys his name, poor thing ugh :(

“’let him have the conch!’ shouted piggy. ‘let him have it!’” yes stand up for poor lil mulberry child

“piggy knelt by him, one hand on the great shell, listening and interpreting to the assembly.” hes so fuckin sweet??? hes like the mom of the island hes so nice to the littluns i luv him

and when he gets upset over the mulberry boy probably bein killed in the fire :’( hes the most sensible and the most empathetic of all the other boys. what a cinnamon roll. unproblematic fav. true neutral. 10/10. the best boy.

my second favorite line in the whole book: “then, with the martyred expression of a parent who has to keep up with the senseless ebullience of the children, he picked up the conch, turned toward the forest, and began to pick his way over the tumbled scar.” tired mama piggy lmao

he wants to make a sundial?? hes so smart aw

piggy thinking ralph’s patronizing smile was a friendly one :( :( he just wants a friendddd hes so naive & sweet im sadddd

i think it’s implied most of the other boys (particularly the choir boys & ralph) are from a nicer, more upper class part of england, &, despite his intelligence, piggy’s more lower class, judging by his cockney-esque accent (his use of ‘them’ instead of ‘those’, etc.) and also “piggy was an outsider, not only by accent, which did not matter…” idk why this is cute i dunno

“piggy arrived, out of breath and whimpering like a littlun.” me in pe. but also poor thing ;-;

“piggy sniveled and simon shushed him as though he had spoken too loudly in church.” i interpreted shushed as, like, consoled, more than, like, ‘quit crying, ya baby’, which was more what he was doing, but still…first of many cute piggy & simon interactions. i’d ship them but theyre like twelve so nah. but they cute as buddies

“this was too bitter for piggy, who forgot his timidity in the agony of his loss. he began to cry out, shrilly: ‘you and your blood, jack merridew! you and your hunting! we might have gone home-’” this hurts because if jack hadn’t gone hunting, they may have been rescued before simon or piggy died :( :( :( horrible vague foreshadowing

simon getting piggy’s glasses for him when jack throws em ;-;

simon giving his piece of meat (not a euphemism, goddamnit) to piggy.. god simons so sweet hes my second fav

“only, decided ralph as he faced the chief’s seat, i can’t think. not like piggy…he could go step by step inside that fat head of his, only piggy was no chief. but piggy, for all his ludicrous body, had brains.” why does ralph resent piggy sm. it’s like it psychically hurts him to compliment him, even just in his own head. jeez. just cuz someones fat doesnt mean they cant be smart?? the 50s were weird

“piggy came and stood outside the triangle. this indicated that he wished to listen, but would not speak; and piggy intended it as a gesture of disapproval.” aka ‘i’m mad at everyone so im gonna stand two feet away & glare at you all’ aw haha

when he tiptoes onto the triangle cuz hes done w his protesting ahaha aw

“piggy held out his hands for the conch but ralph shook his head.” idk i thought the mental image was cute. “gimme pls” “nuh uh”

what he says about the beast & life being scientific…me & piggy would be buds if he was real lmao

“ralph nodded to piggy. ‘go on. ask him.’ piggy knelt, holding the conch. ‘now then. what’s your name?’ the small boy twisted away into his tent. piggy turned helplessly to ralph..” honestly piggy & ralph are the mom & dad of the colony (jack being the asshole uncle) it’s so cute

“’that’s a clever beast,’ said piggy, jeering, ‘if it can hide on this island.’” sarcastic piggy is sarcastic

more sarcastic piggy earlier in the book: “you got your small fire all right” i lob him

indignant & shrill piggy… and his quote: “’what are we? humans? or animals? or savages?’” honestly lowkey want that tattooed

i fuckin hate jalph but admittedly jack’s jealous lil “’that’s right–favor piggy as you always do.’” is salty & gay lmao

the whole three blind mice convo…i luv

particular highlight in that scene: “’i’m scared of him,’ said piggy, ‘and that’s why i know him. if you’re scared of someone you hate him but you can’t stop thinking about him. you kid yourself he’s all right really, an’ then when you see him again; it’s like asthma an’ you can’t breathe. i tell you what. he hates you too, ralph—’” POOR BABYYY

also “’i know about people. i know about me. and him. he can’t hurt you: but if you stand out of the way he’d hurt the next thing. and that’s me.” IN THE END ROGER’S THE ONE WHO HURTS HIM UGH :(

“’keep piggy out of danger.’” YOU ASSHOLES LET HIM DIE

piggy holding his breath until his asthma acts up & then the boys just leave him??? what dicks

“jack cleared his throat and spoke in a queer, tight voice. ‘we mustn’t let anything happen to piggy, must we?’” AND THEN YOU LET HIM D I E U SALTY BITCH QUIT IT

“piggy put on his one glass and looked at ralph. ‘now you done it. you been rude about his hunters.’ ‘oh shut up!’” why dont more ppl ship them?? compared to jalph theres nothing??? theyre like a married couple it’s precious. like i said - mom & dad of the island.

piggy getting braver & being more of a leader once jack leaves!!! im proud of him!!

“he [simon] sought for help and sympathy and chose piggy” k the two most humane & sympathetic kids on the island, and the two doomed ones, gravitate towards each other & look out for each other & it so sadd

piggy being “so full of pride in his contribution to the good of society” he didnt deserve his fate he was so good im so sad

samneric & piggy making a little mini feast for them?? thats so cute???

also “piggy broke into noisy laughter and took more fruit. ‘he might be.’ he gulped his mouthful. ‘he’s cracked’.” piggy u get teased for bein different why would u tease simon (behind his back too) for bein diffrent u hypocrite. noisy laughter tho aw

piggy & ralph laying by the fire & talking…ralph didnt deserve piggy honestly he wasnt even grateful until the very end for such a good friend in such a horrible situation??? ugh

“when he understood how far ralph had gone toward accepting him he flushed pinkly with pride” see? good friendship. piggy just wanted a friend & to be considered valuable. and ralph finally started appreciating him

“piggy took off his glasses, stepped primly into the water, and then put them on again.” prim: stiffly formal and respectable; feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper. idk why this is funny to me

when he gets annoyed and starts slapping the water & yelling. temper tatrum lmao. dont blame him

“piggy stirred the sand under water and did not look at ralph. ‘p’raps we ought to go too.’ ralph looked at him quickly and piggy blushed. ‘i mean–to make sure nothing happens.’ ralph squirted water again.” they’re so fuckINGN CUTE

“piggy touched ralph’s wrist. ‘come away. there’s going to be trouble. and we’ve had our meat.’“ SO MUCH OF THIS STORY WOULDVE BEEN AVOIDED IF THE OTHER BOYS ACTUALLY LISTENED TO PIGGY

“ralph sat down in the grass facing the chief’s seat and the conch. piggy knelt at his left, and for a long minute there was silence.” i luv their dynamic sm. ruler & adviser. no questions asked. ultimate loyalty. so good.

piggy trying to be all rational about simon while ralph freaks out…what a scene. also i luv how awkward their convo w samneric immediately after is

piggy wants to be rescued most and hes the one whos killed!!!! bullshit!!!! justice for piggy!!!

when ralph says piggy should write a letter to his auntie & he takes it serious & ralph laughs & piggy doesnt get it. awe.

the scene where they take his glasses ;-; u made my boi piggy hav an ass-mar attack u monsters,

PIGGY GETTIN ALL BADASS & DETERMINED & TALKING ABOUT WHAT HES GONNA TELL JACK

“he held out the conch to piggy who flushed, this time with pride” and then “piggy sought in his mind for words to convey his passionate willingness to carry the conch against all odds.” the conch is the only constant on the island, the only dependable thing he has besides ralph, so hes so invested in it, hes pretty much deemed himself the caretaker of the conch, and it dies with him…

the scene where piggy reassures ralph & it says “the twins were examining ralph curiously, as though they were seeing him for the first time” is probably my fav scene in the entire book…it just really shows, in a couple of lines, the characters that ralph & piggy are, and what their relationship is like, and why they’re a partnership throughout the whole book. fantastic.

“’am i safe?’ quavered piggy. ‘i feel awful–’” fuckin foreshadowing, i hate it. imagine being practically blind on a cliff and then, minutes later, falling to your death. god it’s terrible.

piggy crying for ralph not to leave him actually hurts like psychically in my chest. him and simon were babies??? i know it’s fiction but kids are the sweetest things, not even fictional kids deserve to be killed so mercilessly??? im so fuckin sad

his last words…powerful and iconic.

i dont wanna talk about his death. im very sad

k ik it’s terrible but when he died his skull cracked open & his brain more or less fell out (”and stuff came out”, “with his empty head”), and thats p macabre but it’s also symbolic and genius bc when roger killed him he also took away the only thing he had going for him, the only thing that gave him superiority over the others - his intelligence. his brain.

of course, have to end on: “ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called piggy.” cue me shutting the book, hugging it to my chest, and sobbing

#lotf #books #sorry i just. im rlly emotional & i rlly luv piggy #txt

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yumikoflare · 7 years

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wowie this is a loooong meme - thanks for the tag @wildricebear more like wild loser bear...........

Rules: Answer all questions and tag 20 people. (putting it under the cut bc it’s 100+ questions!)

1. What is your nickname? i go by yumi! my rl nickname has the same amount of letters 🤔

2. What is your zodiac sign? aqua sun / scorp moon

3. What is your favorite book series? not gonna lie i havent read any book series in a looong time but my fav manga series is fukigen na mononokean!

4. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? ofc, i believe in both!

5. Who is your favorite author? errr i honestly don’t have one ahaha but sunrisesongs has some reaaaally nice poetry if that counts

6. What is your current favorite song? rn i’m a huuuge fan of kenshi yonezu’s suna no wakusei, namely the soramafu cover!

7. What is your favorite word? uhh don’t have one.. but the word ‘warmth’ has always struck a chord in me?

8. What was the last song you listened to? i think it was ra ra rasputin b/c someone at band was playing it on his phone LOL

9. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? i don’t watch tv oops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ can’t think of anime recs either smhhh

10. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? i don’t watch movies if i’m feeling down but i remember enjoying the intern?

11. Do you play video games? mmm a little bit.. i play overwatch and sometimes osu and ive played a couple of mmorpgs here and there

12. What is your biggest fear? losing my purpose and passion

13. What is your best quality, in your opinion? i’m a good friend! i think that counts

14. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? my lack of patience and intolerance to trials

15. What is your favorite season? winter!!!!!!

16. Are you in a relationship? nah

17. What is something you miss from your childhood? honestly? i don’t miss much in particular from my childhood other than that Sweet Naive Bliss™ because things have been getting better in my life since then so

18. Who is your best friend? nizh, swirl, mari, gil, noah, sam, laura, kayla come to mind

19. What is your eye color? dark brown

20. What is your hair color? dark brown

21. Who is someone you love? all my friends...........

22. Who is someone you trust? the friends i listed earlier!!!

23. Who is someone you think about often? honestly as of recently myself bc im working on bettering myself LOL but other than that, i think of noah kinda often?

24. Are you currently excited about/for something? uuuuhhhh not particularly

25. What is your biggest obsession? currently overwatch

26. What was your favorite TV show as a child? probably spongebob aldsakdsla

27. Do you have any unusual phobias? mmmmmm not sure but my anxiety makes a lot of small things scary so

28. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? both!!!!

29. What is your favorite hobby? honestly not sure... i like writing but recently i’ve been very into photo and video editing so!!!

30. What was the last book you read? probably the hiding place

31. What was the last movie you watched? goosebumps i think? watched it at home w/ my mom bc she hadnt seen it before

32. What musical instruments do you play, if any? [[[the sound of me, panicked, aggressively slamming my mallets into a timpani can be heard in the distance]]]

33. What is your favorite animal? dogs.... i love dogs

34. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? hm i rly like yamiiino, kaiami, tofuvi, star-plasma, and zandraart!

35. What superpower do you wish you had? healing factor!!!

36. When and where do you feel most at peace? idk, whenever really, surrounded in my closest friends; either that or doing something i love alone

37. What makes you smile? my friends...... also getting praised......

38. What sports do you play, if any? FUNNY JOKE i cant sports

39. What is your favorite drink? hell....... i love lots of different types of teas (black, green, jasmine, honey, etc) and im also a sucker for matcha... and i also like ice blended drinks... and (virgin bc im underage) mojitos.... and smoothies.......... fdgkjkdf i love drinks a lot ok

40. Are you afraid of heights? yes 10000%

41. What is your biggest pet peeve? close-mindedness and intolerance to other ppl/ideas/etc + having to waste resources

42. Have you ever been to a concert? only one! was a mayday parade concert earlier this year

43. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? like everything LOL a singer and an author were prob my biggest ones tho

44. What fictional world would you like to live in? HONESTLY the fukigen na mononokean world would be cool to live in...

45. What is something you worry about? i simultaneously really like and dread band asdlsakdas

46. Are you scared of the dark? yup orz

47. Do you like to sing? heck yea!!!! singing is so good.....

48. Have you ever skipped school? no bc im a goody two-shoes™

49. What is your favorite place on the planet? i dunno! i don’t have one! the world’s so big there’s so many places i still have yet to go!!!

50. Where would you like to live? honestly idk i’m happy with where i am now LOL

51. Do you have any pets? i wish......... i want a doggo so bad but my sister and i are allergic

52. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? i don’t feel like either but i’m closer to a night owl

53. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? both..... the sky is a goddess and im in love with her.....

54. Do you know how to drive? i’m an anxious minor who is too afraid to get near the wheel LOL

55. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? headphones bc earbuds always fall outta my ears and its a Pain

56. Have you ever had braces? nope B)

57. What is your favorite genre of music? ummmmm i don’t have a fav bc i’m kinda flexible but i like alt rock? and j-rock/j-pop?

58. Who is your hero? to be completely honest idk if i have one LOL im my own hero™ B))))

59. Do you read comic books? nah

60. What makes you the most angry? probably the same as #41 as well as like myself?? bc i get frustrated with myself v often and that concept makes me angry asdsa;ldas

61. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? nizh wrote “i like real books but i’m so lazy that i’m more likely to read digital” and i am in agreement

62. What is your favorite subject in school? errrrrrrrr i suppose la? but i’m abt to enter some new classes and learn under totally new teachers so idk it’s bound to change!

63. Do you have any siblings? ye, one older sister

64. What was the last thing you bought? a flowy cardigan from yesterday!!!! im lov it.... i might post a pic of it

65. How tall are you? 5′1′’ and 3/8 sdfkjsdijeiwjeje

66. Can you cook? yo i wish..................

67. What are three things that you love? my friends, music, food/drinks LOL

68. What are three things that you hate? same as #41 and a third thing would prob be conflict?? idk

69. What is your sexual orientation? as far as i know i experience no sexual attraction (asexual) and i experience romantic attraction to anyone and everyone (panromantic) so!

70. Where do you currently live? socal

71. Who was the last person you texted? probably nizh

72. When was the last time you cried? mmmm maybe a week or two ago... i cant recall exactly when so thats good

73. Who is your favorite YouTuber? oooohhh.. im super mainstream but i love arikadou LOL also zylbrad, seagull, and etika

74. Do you like to take selfies? i do! i usually only take selfies like every once in awhile when im feeling cute and when i do i take A Lot

75. What is your favorite app? i lov line camera?? also google photos makes things mucho convenient

76. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? tbh i find my relationship with my parents to be closer than a lot of my friends’ so :0

77. What is your favorite foreign accent? i dunno! french accents are pretty cool

78. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? japan! also the philippines

79. What is your favorite number? idk but i like 5 and 8

80. Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting? both freak me out but the ocean is pretty interesting

81. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? not in the slightest LOLOL

82. Are you allergic to anything? intolerant to eggs, pretty allergic to any type of nuts so that sucks, n i got those Seasonal Allergies

83. Can you wiggle your ears? NO I HAVENT READ HARRY POTTER

84. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? umm idk how often LOL whenever i think im wrong..?? which is somewhat frequently?

85. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? forests are lovely

86. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? honestly idk......... i remember my dad said smth about how you don’t always have to forgive everyone and by saying ‘it’s okay’ permits the other person to repeat the same action, so i choose my words rly carefully now bc of that :o

87. Are you a good liar? kinda half n half... depends on what i’m lying abt

88. What is your Hogwarts House? iiiiii forgot but it was either ravenclaw or hufflepuff... mightve been the former

89. Do you talk to yourself? YEAH especially when i’m practicing music or video editing

90. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? introvert

91. Do you keep a journal/diary? as of very recently yes bc my therapist recommended me to do so :0

92. Do you believe in second chances? usually in most circumstances

93. Do you believe that people are capable of change? oh yeah definitely, anyone is capable of change, it just depends on their attitude towards it

94. Are you ticklish? yes i hate it

95. Have you ever been on a plane? yep, to san francisco and sacramento and i guess once to texas but that was before i could remember so

96. Do you have any piercings? nope and i don’t rly want any tbh

97. What fictional character do you wish was real? i have nooo idea there’s a lot of thought i’d have to put into this question LOL

98. Do you have any tattoos? nah but if i did they’d be veeeery simplistic

99. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? probably when i decided 1-2 years ago that i wanted to get my life back on track so i could become a person i could love and ive been making progress little by little ever since then

100. Do you believe in karma? mmmmm not reaaallyyyy..... like maybe a little bit but

101. Do you wear glasses or contacts? its ya girl almost legally blind and wearing contacts

102. Do you want children? not sure yet but probably

103. Who is the smartest person you know? no clue omg there are lots of smart ppl in this world

104. What is your most embarrassing memory? sometime in grade school i was sitting at the edge of a playground slide pleading for my friend not to push me down bc i rly had to pee but she did and i literally just pissed all over the slide and we just stared at each other for a long time and that was just........ Very Bad - I HAVE ANOTHER BAD MEMORY THOUGH it wasnt even long ago kill me??? i was at my friend’s house for dinner and her parents asked what my sister was studying and my sister just recently got into college and i had a veeeeeeeery vague grasp on what she was studying so i literally said ‘food and tectonics’ and i wanNA MCDIE BC I MEANT DIETETICS NOT T E C T O N I C S

105. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? mmm not a real one.. most ive done is stayed up til 6amish with nizh before goin to sleep ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ like i’m definitely capable of doing it i just don’t want to

106. What color are most of your clothes? dunno? i have a fairly colorful wardrobe but i almost always wear something w/ black if i’m not going for an all light outfit

107. Do you like adventures? depends on where to bc im very cautious LOL

108. Have you ever been on TV? nope

109. How old are you? how old is ur moM!! dab dab haha xd

110. What is your favorite quote? one of my favs is “there are no happy endings, endings are the saddest part, so just give me a happy middle and a very happy start” by shel silverstein; i have a few others but thats the first that comes to mind

111. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? savory tbhhhh

112. Have your friends ever badly disapponted you? umm not badly but ive been mildly disappointed by a few LOL

113. What is your favorite scent? that clean/fresh linen smell?? and also lavender and then light stuff like eucalyptus mint

114. Random fact you know? the duck-billed platypus can’t keep its eyes open underwater, so it finds its prey by using sensors in its bill that detect electrical impulses n then they strike! theyre pretty cool animals..

115. What is your opinion on long distance relationships? nizh said “hard. just, really hard. not sure if it’s worth it” and i also agree

IT IS OVER wow ok 20 ppl is kind of a lot and this is a loooot of questions so im only gonna tag a tiny bit of ppl (dont have to do it if u dont wanna!): @dunmerhealer | @aftertaste-of-memes | @inspiringnokias yeah that’s it LOL this is just Hella Long so idk how many ppl would be up for doin this so ye ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#personal

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