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#i miss my cats it's been a very long while since i've seen them
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Hey, I dont know if you do emergency requests or not, but can I make a sort of one?
My cats been missing for three days, I've had her since I was 11 and she is REALLY important to me(shes also never been gone this long). We just got a ton of snow, im worried for her and I overheard my parents saying they think our neighbor did something to her. Can I request Sk8 characters comforting their S/O in a scenario like that?
Hi Squeezy! I'm so sorry to hear about your cat, I really hope you find her soon. I hope you like the headcanons. I didn't include Adam or Tadashi but please let me know if you'd like headcanons about them as well.
The "good" ending can be found here and the "bad" ending can be found here.
Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity
Characters: Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Miya Chinen, Kojiro Nanjo, Kaoru Sakurayahiki x gn! Reader
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Reki is probably one of the best people to be around if you want your mind taken off the situation. He’s good at listening as well if you want to talk but his real talent lies in distracting you.
Having said that, he’s very adaptable so if you prefer being comforted in a different way, he can change his methods to suit you.
If you feel like talking or just need comfort, Reki gives fantastic hugs. He’ll sway gently side to side and rub your back or head.
If you want to go out and help look for your cat, he’ll tag along. That way he’s helping but is also with you for support.
Of course, he’d also take his skateboard out and skate around town looking for your missing fur friend on his own. But his first priority is making sure you’re okay.
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Langa is the best listener out of everyone here. If you want to talk about what's happening or reminisce about good times with your furry friend, he's there to lend an ear.
Much like Reki, he's going to grab his skateboard and go around town trying to find any clues as to where your cat's gone. 
He'll ask around at S as well. While Reki might have some reservations about going up to a random person at S and asking if they've seen a cat around, Langa does have the same qualms.
Langa's not the best with physical touch but if you want hugs or any other form of physical comfort, he'll do his best.
All in all, he'll be a more quiet supporter in this situation. He'll do what he can to help but he's a lot more subtle than some of the others.
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Oh, Miya is finding your cat and discovering every detail of what happened. He’s starting a search on every social media platform he has and is ready to take it to the news if need be.
A missing cat is no joke to someone who's favourite animals are felines so Miya is right there with you in missing your furry friend.
He's probably very attached to your cat as well so he's going to do whatever he can to get it back. If that means he has to call in some favours thanks to his standing and fame, he'll do just that.
Miya's not great with words or physical affections but if that's what you want to help you deal with the situation, he'll do his best.
If he gets to choose how to comfort you, he's going to just be in your presence. He may not be great with words or physical comfort but he's got a reasonably soothing presence.
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Joe is taking you back to the restaurant, making you your favourite dish, calling Cherry so he can give you company, and setting out to search for your cat.
He’d be there in person but doing nothing while someone he cares about is hurting is hard for him, especially if he knows there are things he can do to help.
Joe will also print out missing flyers and stick them up all over town, keeping a few at the restaurant. Every customer he servs, he’ll ask if they’ve seen your furry friend (if they can give him any information, he’s offering a free dessert).
If you do particularly want his company, Joe will stay with you and make calls to a bunch of his connections from S so they can start the search.
He’s good at comforting people, especially if they want someone to talk to, either about the situation or about something else entirely. He’s a good listener and will respond at the right moments with the right words.
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Cherry is the perfect combination of Joe and Miya: he's going to be hands on with helping to find your cat but he's going online as well.
He's also got more resources than Miya so he'll be sending out drones as well to scout the city in search of your cat.
He's also going to call in help from Joe. He knows that, as many connections as he has, his old friend has a lot of different connections that may also be able to help.
Because he can search remotely, Cherry will be able to spend a lot more time with you than the others.
He's very adaptable in comforting you so whether you want physical comfort, kind words, a good listener, or just someone to be with, he's got it covered.
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perfectlovevn · 4 months
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I miss my husband 🥹
Any facts about him that you've been wanting to say but no one has asked about it?
"We miss you too!"
It shouldn't be long now though. You'll get to see him soon.
Hmm... let's see... I can't remember if I've said some of these before, but I'll just say it again here.
Manipulation Milo wasn't originally supposed to have a collar but considering that Violence Milo had one, I gave him one as well. It's supposed to symbolize how Milo is Eris's "pet" in a way and is controlled by them.
I never gave any of the Milos an ethnicity or a color scheme since I made the entire game to be black and white for both tonal reasons and because I didn't wanna color things reasons.
PreMilo picks at his fingers when he's nervous or stressed which is why he has bandages on them. He also has them because he pricks his fingers while sewing sometimes.
Milo's parents were the type to care more about their romance together rather than their own child, which is why Milo has a very skewed idea of romance, believing that the only way to be happy is to be with the one and only person you love and that it's more important than anything, even your own child. This isn't touched upon the game, but I might briefly mention it in an extra thing.
Milo likes to sew, knit and similar activities, which is why his PreMilo outfit has a lot of patches. Each version has a heart on their design somewhere, PreMilo has a patch on his left arm, Violence has one on his chest and Manipulation has one on his sleeves. The way the hearts are shown are supposed to symbolize something related to his personality at the time.
You might have seen this in the devlogs, but each version of Milo has different sfx relating to the animal he's associated with: PreMilo has some rabbit/rodent sounds, Manipulation Milo has cat sounds and Violence has dog sounds. Each character you meet has some sort of sfx sound related to their character usually.
There is a scene somewhere in the game files that has a shirtless Milo after he's taken a shower. Have fun finding it. Here's a preview.
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animeladybug · 6 months
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Happy Felix Day!
Since Friday the 13th lands in October this year, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to patch together this quick little birthday fic for our favorite grumpy espresso kitty.
"Swiss?"
"Huh?" Alya turned to face her friend with a somewhat confused expression.
"Swiss chocolates? Does he like those?" Marinette inquired.
"I don't know. He's rich, so.. maybe.." Alya trepidatiously responded.
"Maybe German made stuff?" Marinette asked again as though she hadn't heard the answer. Her ahoge curved into a sort of question mark shape.
"Peanut butter." Alya quickly countered.
"Huh?" Marinette turned and acknowledged Alya for the first time since the conversation started.
"From what I've seen in his very close circle, Felix likes peanut butter candy. His Dad won't let him eat chocolate at all, but when he gets an opportunity, it's THAT one." Alya concluded with a wry smile.
"HUH?! So.. That means.. If someone GAVE him some candies like that…" Marinette half-whispered to herself, a crimson blush beginning to cross her cheeks. Her ahoge now curving into the shape of a heart.
"Like a certain LUCKY BUG perhaps?" Alaya hinted in a mild tone, capping it off with a wink.
"ALYA! SHHH!" Marinette frantically shushed, holding her index finger to her mouth with a panicked expression.
"Oh, it's okay.." Alya assured her friend with a casual glance around the campus grounds "No one can hear."
"You can never be TOO careful!" Marinette replied in a hushed tone and a suspicious expression, her ahoge now slowly spinning in circles like a radar. "Besides.. I CAN'T use my powers for selfish reasons, you know that! Something bad would happen to Felix or me!"
Alya simply heaved a sigh and replied "Mari dear, you don't take enough risks. If you love Felix THAT much, you've got to be willing enough to do something wild to get his attention!"
"I..I do love him, Alya.." Marinette replied timidly, her ahoge reflecting the heart shape once more. "But a birthday gift has to be carefully thought out. Besides, I DO have a plan.." She said. A slight grin beginning to form on her lips.
"THAT'S my girl! Always resourceful!" Alya smiled back.
Suddenly, the cheerful mood was cut short by a stray black cat traipsing by.
"Just a coincidence.. Don't worry." Alya attempted to assure her friend.
"SHUT UP!" Felix Sphinx shouted as he tossed the book halfway across the room, it just barely missed Plagg, his floating black cat fairy near the edge of his private library.
"HEEEY! Watch it! That was too close for comfort!" He complained.
"DON'T push me!" Felix snapped back at the mischievous creature. "I'm NOT going to let THIS birthday end up like the rest! I'm GOING to find a way to woo Ladybug!"
"Well, you don't have to take it out on me just because you can't stand some constructive criticism, birthday boy!" Plagg spat, crossing his arms defensively.
"For it to be constructive criticism, Plagg, it has to be CONSTRUCTIVE to begin with! All you've given me is DESTRUCTIVE criticism!" Felix growled, digging his face into the book he'd been reading. [Some peanut butter chocolates would really hit the spot right now..] He thought somewhat distantly.
Marinette sweated feverishly.. Carefully inserting the peanut butter interiors into each small chocolate pieces on her kitchen counter with the skill of a surgeon.
"Mari.. I really think you're overworking yourself!" Tikki, the small ladybug fairy imparted as she floated near her.
"Tikki! I've been making pastries since I was a child! I THINK I know what I'm doing!" Marinette responded tersely.
"Yes, but HOW LONG have you made them while KNITTING a scarf with your TOES?!" Tikki demanded.
"I'm on a time crunch, okay?!" Mari replied snippishly.
The next day, Marinette's ahoge probed around the large oak tree located near the school bench where Felix sat reading a book. With expert stealth and skill, she climbed the tree up towards the top, with a bundle carefully cradled in her free hand. Her ahoge then pointed forward slightly, as though acting like a targeting site near the empty seat near him. Then, with the grace of a trained bombardier, dropped the payload, which landed with a light thud next to the object of her affection!
Felix's eyes flared open with surprise, instinctively taking a combat position as he looked around with confusion only to see not a foe in sight. He cautiously looked over to see the bundle wrapped in decorative paper near him. Examining a tag attached, it declared in fanciful script "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FELIX!" His eyes still wide with surprise as they darted up to the treetop above him!
Marinette lay perfectly still on the limb she was wrapped around.. Trying her best not to betray her position. [Please don't let him see me! PLEASE don't let him see me!] She thought.
After a few more seconds and a sniff of indifference. Felix picked up the package and sauntered off with it.
[YES! He took it! He took..] Marinette began to think elatedly, before quickly losing her grip and tumbling from the tree! Now flat on her back in the soft grass, whatever nagging discomfort she felt was blocked by a sense of relief.. "Happy Birthday, Felix, my darling.." She said softly to herself.
"HEY! FREEZE!" Ladybug shouted to the sure-footed thief now bolting from one moonlit rooftop to another!
"HA! Nice try kid, but I'm outta.. HEEAAAAA!" The thief began to turn and taunt before he slipped and slid on roof tiles that suddenly came loose and attached to his feet, which he then proceeded to become entangled into a clothesline suspended in between two buildings.
From out of the shadows, Chat Noir casually sauntered over and snatched the stolen purse out of the thief's hand. "Sorry, pal. You're fresh outta LUCK!" He remarked.
"Hey, thanks again.." Ladybug remarked somewhat reservedly.
"Hmmph.. My pleasure, mon cherie.." Chat replied, swaggering over to the object of his desire. "You know.. Tonight is Friday the 13th.. And it's known to be.. quite unlucky.. Perhaps you'd be better off if a certain black cat crossed."
"OkaythanksI'mgoingtogivethisbacktotheladyhestolethisfrombye!" Ladybug declared in a rapid fire delivery, before leaping off the rooftop.
"Sigh This truly IS an unlucky day.." Chat moped.
Ladybug, having returned the purse to its rightful owner and now cascading carefree from the lampposts and rooftops on the slightly chilly Paris night couldn't help but notice something was different about the somewhat irritating fellow vigilante.. Something familiar.. About the scent of his breath..
[Peanut butter?] She thought to herself.
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irlcats-bracket · 7 months
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Bracket 5 Round 1 Poll 12
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Chloe vs Blackie
CHLOE
overweight dilute tortie. also the sweetest and softest girl in the whole wide world. sits on submitter's chest and suffocates them sometimes while they're trying to sleep. also she loves them very much and bites out of affection
BLACKIE
This is Blackie, submitter's little one-eyed wonder. He lost his eye to glaucoma quite a few years ago, but he's doing a lot better now, and still likes to play with his sister, Artemis. His name is Blackie because that's what the shelter named him and submitter's family couldn't agree on a new name for him so it stuck, but submitter themselves call him 'Big Boi' because of just how massive he is. He was once very timid, but with time and love and patience he is now a certified lap cat who will come right up to strangers to demand pets. He has a wonderful squeaky meow and when he purrs it sounds like two cats purring at once. He likes to have people watch him eat and he will guide submitter's mom over to the couch and make her lay down just so he can sleep in her lap. Also, when he lays on his back, he covers his belly with his tail. Pictured is him in his signature polite boi sitting pose
CATPAGANDA (for both. it's.. long on both sides)
CHLOE
she’s got a weird build, she’s pretty fat but has a small frame and a weirdly small head her eyes are massive
her favorite activity is (as was stated) sitting on my chest when I’m in bed. i am the only person in my family who she loves this much, and she spends most of her time in my room
she purrs very very loudly and often
since she’s massive, we’ve been trying to exercise her by taking her out in the backyard on a cat leash. it hasn’t worked very well
she has a very sweet little meow that i will try to capture and post when the poll is up when i’m at my desk she either sits on my lap and slowly forces me off the chair or meows and waits until i go lie in bed. because she wants to sit on my chest
she has honed to perfection the skill of keeping me up at night because she’s bored
she likes belly rubs
If she starts licking you and you let her for a few seconds, she will bite you. every time. she doesn’t break the skin ever and i think it’s a show of affection
she basically lived in the basement for the first few years of her life and would crawl around in the ceiling down there
when she’s lying in what i call her potato position, there is no clear line between her head, neck, and body, like a guinea pig
i love her very much
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BLACKIE
Blackie is our older cat and is such a gentleman. He is eager to love, he does the quickest slow blinks I've ever seen from a cat. He has a two-layered purr, it literally sounds like a cat purring as popcorn is being made in the background. He lost his eye to glaucoma when he was younger but he runs around and plays and teases his sister Artemis like a kitten. And his eyebrow whiskers grew down over his missing eye! He's not a big fan of people food but he has a fondness for pizza crumbs (NOT the crust. Just the crumbs off the plate when you're done eating the pizza). He walks like he's gingerly stepping through flowers and he's so gentle that the one time I overstimulated him and he wanted to bite me, he just shoved his closed mouth against my hand. He has a super long tongue and if you scratch the right spot between his shoulder blades he will lick the air. He's my precious boy who started out so scared but he's so brave and social and happy now just typing this out makes me wanna cry and go give him scritchies.
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llondonfog · 4 months
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lettie i need an expert opinion. how does one enjoy tea?
i need warm drinks for a medical thing, but oh my god. i am having no luck with tea. i never have. coffee is not an option, and while i do enjoy hot chocolate, it's not something i can drink every day.
any advice would be lovely.
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allow me to wax poetically (and hopefully practically) about tea (and i do hope it helps and eases your medical strains <3)
this might sound a little silly, but for me, tea enjoyment starts with the ritual of it all. heating water up in a kettle (mine's pink, naturally...i cling to the aesthetic...), selecting a tea from my pantry shelf that's entirely devoted to many loose leaf types and flavors, measuring it out into a tea infuser, selecting a cup or mug that matches the mood i'm feeling, setting a timer for however long that tea is meant to steep, and then finally settling into a steaming mug that i've prepared for myself by curling up with a book, putting on a show i've been meaning to watch, or simply opening the windows and watching the world outside while my cat sits next to me.
i say all of this because, again, it might sound silly, but it's part of a calming ritual helps me either start the day when i get up early before work, settles me from the frustrations and hectic demands of work when i get home, soothes me before bed, or when i'm making it for friends and family, an act of love where each detail is cared for so that i can savor the delight of the person i'm entertaining. i know this isn't much about flavors/types, which i suspect is where you might be headed, but i think it's equally as important because tea preparation can take anywhere between 5-10 minutes, and those minutes should be yours to center yourself.
now, for tea types: (important because tea can be ridiculously expensive and why waste your money on something you won't even reach for twice speaks from devastated experience and tea betrayals)
real quick to touch on before the flavor profile breakdown; tea types differ in caffeine widely. depending on what your goal is with tea, it can have a negative effect on your sleeping schedule (black/matcha- surprisingly high depending on the amount) if you drink concentrated volumes closer to bedtime
i have an awful penchant for black teas— i find them to be full-bodied and with such interesting, heavy flavors that i gravitate to them naturally. since they can be so biting and bitter though, i know many people might choose to soften the tea with sugar or honey to your taste preferences, but....i really just enjoy it plain, i don't tend to alter the taste of my teas if at all. there's been a wide range of tea companies/grocers in general carrying london fog or chai tea mixes in cartons at the store? i've seen them in walmart/krogers/target, and they're fairly decent? rishi and target's brand of london fog mix definitely ties for first place for me if i have to make it quickly at home lol
herbals/greens can be a hit and miss— i really dislike the heavily flavored teas that just have essential oils and shit added to them to make the flavors more pungent, i never enjoy those lol i tend to reach for these though when i'm feeling like i have a cold or like now when i'm currently cramping. a good friend sent me some maple herbal tea from the adirondack, and i'm mourning my last cup of it as it literally has carried me through so many awful period cycles. again, these teas can be flavored with sugar or honey just to add to their sweetness, but i really don't find it necessary as i prefer the original taste of the tea.
white and oolongs are probably my second favorite, but they can be very...light in flavor, almost aromatic instead of bodied. it can sometimes feel like you're drinking heated water with a floral aftertaste and hey, on some days, maybe that's just what you want lol. (again, sweeten how/to your desire, i just prefer not to do so.)
and matcha is a class all on its own lol i know it can be very divisive tea depending on the amount of sweetening you do or don't since it can be almost...fishy? if that's a good way to describe it? this is the only tea i'll add a LOT of sugar/simple syrup to when i order it. my mother thinks it is a bastardized foul but i'll order a 24 oz matcha with 3 pumps of rosewater syrup and it is honestly fixes whatever the hell is wrong with me (for at least 24 hours lol). i wouldn't advise for the matcha premixes in the cartons at the grocery store, i've tried a few and...bleh. there's something so artificial about them (i say, slurping a sugarfied sludge of matcha and rose).
so i literally am opening my pantry to list out a few and their types that i enjoy, to hopefully give a sense of their flavors:
queue mignonne tea, yuzu & earl grey— this one has such a pleasant citrus kick to a typical earl grey flavor, i love it in the mornings to wake up the senses!
maple herbal tea— a mix of chamomile, rooibos, sunflower, calendula, and maple; instantly soothed my aches and cramps, but it could have been a placebo effect just because i loved this tea so damn much lol
sleepytime tea by celestial seasonings— i can't explain this tea haha it's the tea from my childhood. my father would always make this for me when i was sick and i just associate it with warmth.
milk oolong/double milk oolong— has a meaty flavor? literally the only way i can explain it, very deep and heavy on the tongue. but it's one i reach for when i have cramps too, and it's a good staple i keep around.
ma wei moonlight & white peony— VERY LIGHT flavor teas; floral and sweet in nature, moonlight is heavy gardenia scented while the peony is....peony lol.
olbas wellness tea— THIS IS NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED. this is a swiss herbal tea of over 20 different herbs that i swear to god, will knock your sinuses clear open within five seconds of inhaling/drinking. a little, A LITTLE!! goes such a long way with this tea, it's got such a pungent and unique flavor, i literally just keep it around for the winter to knock myself back into coherence lol
and as a fun little extra, i have to say that my favorite hot drink outside of tea (if it's a possibility for you) is wassail, especially now in the wintertime. it's a recipe from my grandmother and a little different than what you might find online, but basically cider and fruit juice, an orange studded with cloves, cinnamon sticks, and cooked in a crock pot for at least four hours before enjoying; it literally is a balm for the soul, and i'm more than happy to share the full recipe if it's of any interest<3
did this answer anything or did i simply ramble on about tea......
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darkarfs · 7 months
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I need to learn to love how I look post-shower. Fucking rained-on St. Bernard. (That's a Drumstick, which I got from my neighbor's freezer. I'm watching her cat this week while she's on vacation, and she said I could have a few.) I'd never been to a show at a college campus before. It was a 4,000 seat venue and it was almost completely full. And the crowd was exactly what you'd expect at that kind of show: the Venn diagram meeting place between anime nerds, stoners and metal nerds. We got there for opener Jason Richardson, a guy who did shred instrumentals with programmed blastbeats. Every song was indistinguishable from the other. He went on for too long. Totally admit going in that I only knew 5 or 6 Babymetal songs, but the ones I knew I more or less liked. I'm not a person who sees them as a novelty act, either, like "oh isn't that interesting, these Japanese pop-idol singers are fronting this riff-heavy metal band." The songs and performances speak for themselves, honestly, and the enthusiasm and energy are absolutely there. They choreograph the shit out of it, and they take it seriously, and yet...it's objectively very silly, and I like that. There's a video vignette at the start about how the infinite universe needs more love and free will and heavy metal in it, and these people want to bring it to us. There's footage of ruins, the desert, the world as seen from space, the Ouroboros, animals chasing one another. It dissolves into this vague "the universe at play, the cosmic ballet" sort of thing, and I take solace in the fact that metal never lets go of that imagery, ever. It shouldn't. Pretend metal is the music of the universe loving and strangling itself, always, because it really is, and I always wanna lose myself in that mess. They didn't do "KARATE," my favorite song of theirs. But they were giving 100% of themselves, and I admire commitment, even if I only knew 5 or 6 songs. Dethklok are currently Brendon Small, a tiny woman in spandex whose name I missed (I think it was Nili?), a bass player, and drumming legend "Atomic Clock" Gene Hoglan. And they are...listen, I've been going to metal shows since 1997, since my freshman year of high school. I've seen Cannibal Corpse, Opeth, Sepultura, Between the Buried and Me, Megadeth, Mastodon, Gojira, Slayer...these are maybe the tightest metal band I have ever seen play. And I think that has everything to do with the fact that they have to play to match the visuals on a giant screen behind them, and it was millisecond-precise, airtight. They're basically playing note-perfect live versions of every Dethklok music video you've ever seen, in real time. You'd need Gene Hoglan for that. FaceBones addressed us twice on the monitor, reminding us to stop being such dickfaces for not showering when going to shows and that we're all friends because we smoke weed. Smalls also took the time to address us as every character he voices on the show. He could do Pickles and Skwisgar, but his Nathan suffered because he had just sung 7 songs beforehand. Not blaming him for that! This is probably the only show I'd ever been to where I knew the words to EVERY song, too, which is weird to think about. Like, even when I saw bands I loved like Motorhead or Gwar, there's always a song I don't know, or a deep cut they do that I'm not familiar with. I knew all the Dethklok stuff.
So much fun. Good to be among the enthusiastic metal dorks, universally the best and most accepting crowds on Earth. Did a shirt count, and other than the two bands performing, the most represented band that I saw, weirdly, was Megadeth. Shout-out to the girl dressed as Dr. Rockso. People being let out to get back to their cars looked like the opening to Gravity's Rainbow. On our way back to the car, I overhear this conversation: Guy behind me: "Those visuals on those two songs were from the movie that just came out." Other guy: "Oh, there's a movie? Where can I watch it?" Me, turning around: "KIMCARTOON DOT ELL-EYE!" GBM: "Well, I'd like to pay them to watch it, yeah?" Me: "Oh, well, in that case, you can rent it on iTunes." Other guy: "Oh, well, fuck that, I'm not going through all of that." Me: "Y'all can't have it both ways, dudes!" An incredibly fun and lovely evening. Glad I did it, glad I had good company for it. I'd do it again.
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carewyncromwell · 2 months
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"Consider yourself at home! Consider yourself one of the family! We've taken to you so strong, It's clear we're going to get along!"
~"Consider Yourself" from Oliver!
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Behold! Here I issue a prompt to fellow HPHM players -- write a post featuring at least one (1) letter either received or sent by Molly Weasley about your MC, whether one sent by or to Bill, Charlie, Percy, or another one of her kids! If you accept this challenge, please consider tagging me so I and others can learn a bit more about your kid's relationship with our favorite ginger family! ❤️💛🩵💚
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Molly Weasley was a very doting mother. Although it was understandably quite difficult to pay all seven of her children equal amounts of attention, that didn't mean she didn't try very hard to be active in all of their lives or that she didn't insist that her kids who were away at Hogwarts write to her frequently. The child who was best at keeping in touch with Molly was her oldest, Bill, but after Charlie started attending school, he wrote home relatively frequently too, thanks in large part to Bill reminding him to do so.
One of Charlie's longest letters that first year ended up being one Molly kept long after the fact. At first the Weasley matriarch kept it solely for her own reference, in case she needed to write a stern letter to Albus Dumbledore herself, but she later kept it as a memento of the very first time she ever heard the name of the girl who would become her two oldest sons' closest friend.
Mum -- You'll never BELIEVE what happened at school today! I'm just about to breathe fire about it, I'm so angry!! Okay, so you remember Ben Copper, right? He's my Muggle-born dormmate, the one who's afraid of everything. Well, lately he's been getting bullied really bad by this one girl in Slytherin named Merula Snyde. I reckon she was just being nasty because the winter holidays are coming up and all of her usual bullying targets will be going home soon, but she decided to go out of her way to corner Ben in the Courtyard today, yelling all sorts of rotten stuff at him at the top of her lungs and just refusing to let him walk away. Ben told Jae, Corey, and me afterwards a bit more of what was said, since I didn't hear all of it, but Merula said Ben didn't belong here at school with "real" wizards and called him a loser and a scaredy cat who didn't belong in Gryffindor because all he does is run away! She even called him a Mudblood, Mum! Multiple times! Fortunately right around the time Jae and I showed up, someone decided to put a stop to it. Her name's Carewyn Cromwell -- she's another Slytherin in my year, but a much nicer one than Merula. (She's Jacob Cromwell's sister, do you remember him? Bill said you and Dad read about him in the Prophet a while back, right after he disappeared.) Anyhow, Carewyn went right up to Merula and told her to leave Ben alone, and when Merula used the Knockback Jinx on Ben, Carewyn helped him up and then laid Merula out right good, saying that she was the real "loser," not Ben, and calling her a pathetic, mean-spirited bully. That really made Merula mad -- I've never seen her face so purple! So Merula tried to pick a fight with Carewyn, and Carewyn tried to just walk away with Ben, only for Merula to attack Carewyn from behind! She knocked her down face-first into the ground, with no warning! It was just dirty, Mum! But Carewyn, she was so cool, she just took some Wiggenweld Potion out of her sweater, drank enough to heal herself, and then chucked the bottle right at Merula's head like she was at the Dueling Club! (It missed, but it still gave Merula a good scare!) Then when Merula tried to attack her again, Carewyn dodged her spell and took her out with a single Disarming Charm! It was so cool! Oh, but here's what made me mad, Mum -- afterward, Professor Snape took FIFTY POINTS away from both Carewyn and Merula for "causing a scene" and said that he'd send them both along to Dumbledore for further punishment! Yeah! When it was OBVIOUSLY all Merula's doing and Carewyn was only defending herself and Ben! I checked on Ben afterward, and he looked close to tears. He's terrified that Carewyn's going to be expelled, all because she was trying to protect him. I told him no way Dumbledore would do that, but Snape was so furious, I wouldn't put it past him to lie through his ugly yellow teeth about the whole thing and get Carewyn expelled anyway! I know that's what he really wants -- everyone knows Snape hates Carewyn because of what her brother did, even though she honestly seems like a pretty cool person and a really good friend! Dumbledore won't be back until tomorrow, but I'm going to go up to his office as soon as he's back and tell him all about what happened -- there's no way he can expel Carewyn for what she did! She was brave and in the right, and she should've won points for standing up for Ben, instead of losing any! She would've, if she'd been in Gryffindor! It's not fair!! I'll write again after talking to Dumbledore...he'd better not listen to a word Snape says!! Love to you, Dad, and PFGRG -- Charlie
Fortunately Carewyn was not punished further, so Molly never had to send that additional letter to Dumbledore she'd been considering. She ended up revisiting this old letter of Charlie's again, though, when that following winter, Bill sent her another letter.
Dear Mum, The holidays are finally here! Hagrid brought in the Christmas tree yesterday, and now Flitwick is setting about trimming it with magical icicles. Still not as great as our tree at home, though -- I can't wait to get home and help you and Dad decorate it... Charlie and I are doing fine. Charlie's been kept busy with Quidditch practice; I would've thought with him only just having joined the team, the captain might take it a little easier on him -- you know, give him time to get settled and learn the ropes -- but I guess the Quidditch scene is really fast-paced. Charlie even said that they can't afford to coddle him too much, since Gryffindor's next match will be immediately after winter break. As for me, I'm keeping my grades up and earning house points as best I can. Madame Pince gave me ten points the other day for helping some first-years with their Transfiguration homework in the library, and later in the week, McGonagall gave me ten more for it herself! Do you remember Carewyn Cromwell? She's Jacob Cromwell's sister, and a Slytherin in Charlie's year. She came up to talk to me the other day on the Training Grounds and asked me for help with the Fire-Making Spell. She seems like a pretty nice girl! I'm really glad she seems okay after what happened to her brother, but I can tell she really misses him -- I kind of thought she'd have to, when I first heard about it, but I'm glad she doesn't seem to resent him at all. She says that she and Jacob were really close -- apparently it was only ever just them and their mum, since Carewyn's dad left when she was really little -- so I can't imagine Jacob would've left his family on purpose. I really hope Carewyn's able to find out what happened to him. And I hope at some point I'll get to introduce her to you and Dad too! Carewyn grew up largely in the Muggle World since her dad was a Muggle, so she knows a lot about Muggle stuff -- she was telling me about some of her favorite Muggle musicians the other day, and she suggested that you might like a Muggle named Barbra Streisand, since you like Celestina Warbeck. She also said that if Dad's interested in learning more about Muggles, she could put him in touch with her mum -- she's a Magical Historian, but she's also pretty good with Muggle history too. Oh yeah, I almost forgot -- Carewyn's mad good at dueling. I challenged her to a friendly one, just to help gauge her level and maybe give her some pointers, and she not only dodged all my spells, but took me out with a Disarming Charm so strong she knocked me right off my feet! Sure, maybe I was a little worried about going too hard on her, but I was NOT expecting that! It's a good thing that we get on -- I would not like to be on the wrong side of her! I love you all so much! Give Ron and Ginny extra big hugs for me. Charlie and I will touch base again before we set off for home next week. See you soon! Bill
Molly would soon read quite a few more letters from both Bill and Charlie that mentioned Carewyn (or "Carey," as they soon took to calling her). Once Charlie started his third year, he became closer friends with Carewyn through Quidditch friendlies, so he often brought Carewyn up whenever he wrote anything about Hogwarts's Quidditch Cup.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot -- Carey's hoping to go out for the Slytherin team! One of Slytherin's Chasers got knocked off her broom by Erika Rath during a not-so-friendly friendly match against Ravenclaw's team, and she's so bad-off she probably won't be healed in time for the match against Hufflepuff, so Carey reached out to Slytherin's Star Chaser Skye Parkin, and now Parkin's helping her train for an upcoming tryout! I don't think Carey's as excited about a Parkin training her as I would be, but she said she's grateful for her help. She said she prefers training with me and Andre, though, since we don't make her try to mount any jinxed brooms!!
Meanwhile Bill's letters would express much more concern for Carewyn's emotional well-being, not unlike how he wrote about Charlie.
The Slytherin VS Hufflepuff Quidditch match is set for Friday. I've been worried about Carey -- there's a rumor going around school that she had a meltdown after one of Slytherin's practices, which is very out of character for her. Carey's much more the type to try to put on a brave face and not let anyone see she's scared or hurting. Even so, Carey has been very quiet this entire week...even if she says she's fine, I can tell something's bothering her. I've been trying to walk with her in the halls more, to keep any more obnoxious Hufflepuffs off her back.
Charlie and Bill's letters' subject matter and tone overlapped in December 1986. When Carewyn's mother, Lane Cromwell, was forced to spend the winter holidays abroad away from her daughter, both Weasley boys were beside themselves.
Speaking of Carey, Mum, you won't believe this -- Carey's mum is stuck out of the country on this trip for the Ministry, doing research on house elf history, and now Carey's going to have to stay stuck at school for the holidays! She's trying to act like she's not upset about it, but I don't see how she can't be! Carey loves Christmas! She's been singing carols all season...
It's the most outrageous thing, Mum. I know the Ministry of Magic's assignment is important, and I know it's an important opportunity for Carey's mother...but Carey's family isn't big like ours. Carey told me as far back as she can remember, it was always just her, Jacob, and her mum, even before her dad left. With Jacob missing, her mum is all Carey has. I know they're close, and I know being apart from her mother is hard for her -- from what Rowan's told me, Carey's mum has so much difficulty being around people that Carey and Jacob used to stay at home with her rather than try to make any friends when they were kids, just to keep her company. To be apart from her mum during Christmas, of all times...I know it has to be just eating Carey up inside, Mum. Even Merula (who I still think is upset about spending the holidays alone) is doing better because I doubt she's expecting any kind of special gathering for Christmas. Knowing Carey, she's probably been silently looking forward to spending Christmas with her mother all year. And now she's left silently mourning the fact that she won't.
Molly herself even ended up expressing quite a bit of upset in her own letters back to Charlie and Bill --
What a poor, sweet girl! You're absolutely right, Charlie, she most certainly can't be okay, under such circumstances! You tell your brother to find a way to bring her on back here to the Burrow, if he can...
Bill -- bring Carewyn back to the Burrow with you. Your father and I want her here with us. Merula Snyde too, if you can -- the poor thing shouldn't have to spend a holiday alone either.
That Christmas ended up being when Molly and Arthur first met Carewyn, and they both liked her at once. Not only did Carewyn get on very well with Bill and Charlie, but she was a very polite guest who readily volunteered to help with chores and had a faint "Mama Bear" quality that could remind anyone a bit of Molly. Arthur couldn't help but tease his wife just a little about it. @department-shoe-stud
"Red hair, short stature, mothering...Molly dear, did we have another daughter and I just never noticed?"
Not that Molly would've minded. That Christmas pretty much solidified her thought process that Carewyn would make a perfect Weasley, if either Bill or Charlie ever decided to pursue her romantically. (They never did.)
One thing Bill conveniently neglected to tell Molly about was how Carewyn and he had become friends largely because they'd teamed up to deal with the Cursed Vaults. Bill did acknowledge the curses unleashed on the school by the Cursed Vaults now and again in his letters home, since he knew Charlie had already written to their parents about them beforehand, but he didn't tell Molly that Carewyn and he had broken the curses on the Ice, Fear, and Forest Vaults with help from some of Carewyn's other friends. And Bill's reasoning proved to be rather sound, because as it turned out, when Molly eventually found out the summer before his seventh year, she was not happy. It was just about the only time Bill's siblings could remember Molly ever having shouted at him.
"William...Arthur...Weasley...have you gone COMPLETELY 'round the bend?! Abusing your Prefect powers -- sneaking into forbidden areas of the school -- aggravating curses that the professors themselves have struggled to get a hold of -- and all while dragging both Carewyn and Charlie along after you, when they haven't even PASSED THEIR OWLS YET?! You are grounded for the rest of the summer for a START, William Weasley, AND IF YOU OR CAREWYN EVEN THINK OF GOING AFTER ANOTHER CURSED VAULT, I'LL GROUND YOU EVEN AFTER YOUR GRADUATION!"
Bill didn't listen to his mother. But in his defense, Carewyn was going to do anything if it meant saving her brother Jacob, and there was no way Bill was going to let her run into that kind of danger alone. And neither was Charlie, when he ended up in the position to help found the Circle of Khanna with Carewyn, Bill, Merula, and Ben to avenge the death of their fallen friend, Rowan Khanna.
Fortunately, after the Cursed Vaults were dealt with and R was defeated, Molly slowly cooled off about the whole affair. However displeased she was that her sons had engaged in something so dangerous, she was ultimately very proud of how brave they both had been. That doesn't mean Molly wasn't still a bit sad neither of them pursued Ministry work like Carewyn did. If nothing else, if Charlie was at the Ministry too, maybe he would have more of a chance to spend "alone time" with Carewyn and something more romantic could bloom! Or so Molly thought. This is why she was incredibly surprised when after the Second Wizarding War, Bill sent along this letter --
In other news, Carey has actually started dating! I'm surprised too. His name is Orion Amari -- I'm sure Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny have heard of him, since he's a Chaser for the Montrose Magpies, but he was Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team in those two matches Carey played in, back at school. I don't remember him that well aside from that, but I followed up with some old friends from school who remember him and they've all spoken well of him. I also broached the topic with Carey, and even though she was understated as always, she really wants me to meet him. I think she really likes him a lot.
To say Molly wasn't disappointed to learn Carewyn would not be marrying Charlie would be untrue. When Molly met Orion herself at the after-party for his and Carewyn's partnership ceremony, however, she had to admit, Carewyn looked so very happy in Orion's company. And well, being the OG Mama Bear, that's all Molly Weasley could really want for Bill and Charlie's best friend.
She did add a very pointed little postscript to a letter she sent along to Carewyn's mother Lane in December, though.
P.S. Thank you for the advice about Muggle dragon books. I may be eternally disappointed that Charlie never took the plunge with your dear Carewyn, but Arthur and I still want to get him a birthday gift nobody else would think of getting him.
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starchild--27 · 2 months
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Here's A Little Get-To-Know-You Tag Game!
Tagged by: @flaredpantsagenda thank you Mon!! it's been ages since i last did one of these ^-^
Name(s): Selma, Selmi, starchild - whatever you want to call me is fine ^-^ (i have no cool internet name besides 'starchild', maybe i should make one up 🤔)
Pronouns: she/her, but i am fine with any :D
Star Sign: taurus
# Of Siblings & Fun Facts About Them (if you have any): one younger sister who is the best person i know and who -sometimes- people think is my twin? 90% of the people don't see it, but these other 10% keep popping up... (that was the fun fact btw)
# Of Pets: one cat who lives with my parents. he is my son.
Fandoms: i'm most actively involved in my kpop bubble rn (EXO, Stray Kids, aespa mostly atm). also, if you scroll through my blog for 3 seconds, you will see a lot of Good Omens as well. but there are a lot of fandoms i am occasionally or have been very involved in. i still consider myself part of the Percy Jackson fandom (tho i haven't seen the new series yet 🙈), i love Star Wars, Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter (in the JKR loathing and practicing a critical gaze kind of way), i love the neil gaiman universes, i loved the Grishaverse books, my favorite manga is The Case Study of Vanitas and so on and so on... i've been into a lot of things and still feel like i missed out on so many cool other fandoms xD
Favorite Color: blue 🌠
Favorite Song: if i was asked this at gun point, i would be dead- (sorry, i have a hard time picking favourites anyway, and for that one i gave up trying long ago)
Favorite Author: again. there is no way i can pick a favourite. lol sorry for being boring like that but it is what it is. the author i read the most books of might be Haruki Murakami but i wouldn't say i prefer him for any particular reason, i love other writers and their stories just the same amount and for entirely different reasons.
Hobbies: making up stories, chatting with friends, hanging out in tumblr, making music, reading (i wish i did it more again these days..)
Favorite Holiday: 🎃👻
Do You Have Any Partner(s)?: in crime? sure, my besties and group of friends. romantic? nope. (and i am overthinking that)
Fun facts about you/anything extra you wanna share!: i've been into crocheting lately. and made my sister a clown opossum for christmas, which i finished 7pm on christmas eve (bc ofc it was a last minute idea). the most parts i did while binge-watching broadchurch. twice. pro tip: have better time management than i do. xD
Tagging: @vampwrrr @soft-jihoonie @dontbotheraziraphale @groovystrangerree and every mutual and non-mutual who want to do this ^~^
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martianbugsbunny · 8 months
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Blue Skies Smiling At Me (A FrankenWolf Fic)
Well dearies I've got a new Frankenwolf fic for you! It's one of very few simple fluffy fics I've done in my life (what can I say, I thrive on the angst and the drama and the romance) so if it's maybe not quite like the rest of my fics there is a reason, I'm not just slacking. Anyway, I tried, and I think it turned out fun, so read on and enjoy!
Ruby settled in on her blanket on the sand, a cooler full of Coke on one side and a pile of books on the other. It had been a couple of weeks since anything catastrophic had happened to Storybrooke, and summer was in full swing with bright blue skies and brilliant sunshine, so a rather large portion of the town had decided to gather on the beach for an impromptu party.
Snow sat down next to Ruby, leaning back on her own blanket. “A moment to relax will be worth all the sand I’ll be sweeping out of my apartment for the next week,” she joked, putting on a pair of white cat-eyed sunglasses. “I might even take a nap.”
“How wild,” Ruby teased, opening her first book. She had a couple of hours to kill before Victor’s shift at the hospital ended, and a stack of unread romance novels a mile high. “I’ll nudge you if you start looking lobstery.”
Snow chuckled as she turned onto her stomach, nestling her head on her arms.
After a while the smell of barbecue filled the air. Ruby glanced up from the page she was reading (she was already halfway through her second book); the wolf in her was very interested in whatever meat was cooking. Over at the grill, Granny was bossing David around—it seemed hectic, but the large chunk of meat that was smoking away looked mouthwatering, so Ruby supposed it was a good enough system.
“Food’s ready!” Granny called. “Come and get it!”
Ruby waited only long enough to poke Snow awake (what kind of friend would let a friend miss out on good barbecue) before dashing across the sand to collect a paper plate for her own meal. A table was set out just past the grill with desserts, most of them from the diner, and Ruby piled her plate with both barbecue and a slice of chocolate pie before returning to her spot on the sand.
As she dug into her food, a pair of strong arms circled around her waist. “Hey good-looking, got a bite to spare?” Victor teased, his breath ghosting warmly over the shell of her ear. Ruby chuckled as he pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, then snatched a small chunk of the pork off her plate.
“Up for a swim later?” Ruby asked, pulling a bottle of Coke out of her cooler and handing it to Victor. “The bay is pretty calm today.”
“Hey, I didn’t buy this swimsuit just so you could look at me in it,” Victor said. “Maybe a little bit for that, but not completely.” His whole body shook as he laughed, and with his arms around her, so did Ruby’s. It was a red suit (she loved that he wore red for her) and it had a subtle darker crimson swirl pattern that matched the one on Ruby’s vintage-cut one piece.
“Help me finish this barbecue first,” Ruby said, offering him the plate. She scooted out of his embrace so he could eat, leaning back on her elbows and simply staring at him.
The warm summer breeze drifting across the beach ruffled the blond curls around the arms of his oversized sunglasses. He hadn’t been outside long enough yet for his skin to start turning red, but his face was a little bit flushed just from the heat. And best of all, he was looking back at her with what she knew was a mirror of the expression on her own face: pure adoration—and that was the most handsome expression she’d ever seen on him.
Ruby had cold soda, warm sand, blue skies, and the most wonderful husband in the world.
Life was good.
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I don't know if I should ask here or on the main blog, but what do you think some of Kou's voice lines would be like(rain, thunder, etc), or his hangout(4-stars vibes sorry)/story quest?
Hello! thank you for this ask ^^ sending it here is okay, no worries. my main is in perpetual shadowrealm timeout (thank you tumblr) so its probably best to send me things on this acc! as for your question, thats a good ask :0c ive vaguely thought about it before but never wrote anything concrete down. i'll throw some random ones out but if you had particular lines you wanted know, please feel free to ask!
also - thank you for waiting so long for this answer :")c i know it was sent sooo long ago. also! i assigned him stephanie sheh as usagi tsukino (sailor moon) for his voice claim :3c if that helps you imagine his voice while saying these lines.
Hello: oh, come on, you already know me! ... fine - i'll tell you again, and this time you better commit it to memory: i! am kou, and i'm not just a nekomata - i'm The nekomata! the best there is! a true yokai! i set fires hotter than the sun, my dancing can raise the very dead, i've feasted upon the FLESH of humans!!! huh? ... no, not recently, you told me not to... i've been behaving!
Rain: y'know, cats and rain don't really mix well together..! can't we go find someplace warm and i dunno - not wet?
Thunder: hey, did you know that if you hold your sword up really high in a thunderstorm, it'll scare away the lightning? it's true, try it!
Favorite Food: chicken! fish! and when you put them on a stick, doesn't it make it more fun to eat? but really, i'm not all that picky - so give me lots of treats, okay~?!
Least Favorite Food: it's not that i don't like it exactly... but i just can't stomach it, y'know. what am i talking about? alcohol! i can't stand it! ugh, not even a cup in and i'm snoozing away, belly up, for all the world to see my fur! it's so undignified... hey, you're not thinking of using this against me, are you...
About 1: hm? what do you wanna know that i haven't already told you? i'm not holding anything back y'know, i just can't remember some things... but you're gonna help me with that, right? you promised!
Memories: sometimes... i get this feeling like i've lost something. something really important, that i shouldn't have misplaced - but when i try to check myself, it's like, i know that it's not just some thing like my clothes or my bracers. it's more important than that... i'm missing something special.
About Paimon: hmph... you know that gnat better than anyone, so why ask me. ... uuugh - i'll stop calling her a gnat when she stops hovering around my head and buzzing in my ears all the time! what - no! i don't hate her. . . i'm just the better companion, obviously. you think so too, right? ...RIGHT???
About Traveler: aaw, do you need a little praise? c'mere, i'll pat your head for you~ hehe. ... i never did thank you, did i. so much has happened between me waking up and now. all of the adventures we've been on together and the people we've met... and the things we've seen and done... i may not always say it, but i am appreciative to be here; by your side, as your friend. ...it's okay, if you need someone to lean on. stay here a little while longer, let me brush your hair...
as for his story quest or hang out (i could see him having either, but i think he'd most likely have a story quest instead of a hangout! nothing too long, but since he's the traveler's second companion a hangout event seems a little redundant - they're usually 'hanging out'! lol) i've thought about it off and on and i think it'd just be a one part quest; he doesn't remember much of his past besides vague things, so it'd probably deal with him regaining those memories.
i imagine that, fitting into a canon game timeline, he'd of regained most of his memories post-chasm yaksha event. that would've triggered a lot of his memories to come back, since the chasm is where a very significant struggle in his past took place. he's an old cat lol. if not at this time though, i can for sure see him regaining all of his memories in the sumeru archon quest line, since memory and timelines are such a big thing there. by the desert and fontaine's storylines, kou has for sure gained all of his memories and i think he'd of had a character quest by then.
i don't have anything concrete, but having him run off for a longer time than the traveler is used to having him be gone would probably be the push for them to find him/the beginning of that quest. something like paimon stating "it's been a while since kou's been around, hasn't it? where did that cat run off to now?!" and prompting the traveler to asking around if anyone's seen him (probs in liyue). little search quest, finding clues while running around liyue. find some clues at the cave that they originally found him in, maybe use elemental sight to see that he's been there recently. follow that out and find kou? something like that!
i dont think i've really written in depth on this blog about kou's background. or like. anything LMAO,,, i just share silly art that i make of him. but his story quest would be very melancholy. tl;dr, he's a nekomata originally from inazuma who was tricked into servitude and was the mochizuki clan's property (assassin? "political helper" lol??) for a few generations until towa. towa stole him away from inazuma and they went to mainland teyvat, mostly traveling mondstadt, liyue, and some of sumeru; focused on liyue though. the cataclysm happens, towa is a healer and good soul and volunteers his help; kou of course sticks by his side and fights that good fight. but towa saw how much it took out of everyone, and how even those that weren't humans couldn't handle this much fighting and suffering; towa didn't want kou's entire life to be spent fighting for others, and decided to use a bit of underhanded trickery himself, to seal kou away.
it was "for his own good", but that doesn't change that kou felt betrayed by it. he was prepared to die and would have welcomed it, if he could have perished protecting towa. he hadn't been fighting for liyue, or for the 'greater good', he'd only been fighting for towa - his "special person". that's who he was forgetting and what he felt he'd lost after waking up, and he only got vague feelings and splintered memories of happier times with him. his story quest would definitely focus on him remembering towa and the events that led up to his sealing and the betrayal he felt by it, and the pain of losing towa not only once but remembering it all over again and feeling like he'd lost him a second time.
like any good quest, there needs to be a fight >:3c which i think he'd be the boss of his own quest, with the traveler fighting him. they fought him once before when he had just woken up in modern teyvat, but by this time i think with him a lot more lucid (even if he's in emotional turmoil) they wouldn't be able to overpower him like they had before. i think it'd be a scripted end to the fight, where kou's pinned the traveler down or something but instead of finishing them off, the traveler feels tears hit their face; straddled over them, kou's chest heaved with sobs. his red eyes shone like rubies through his tears, his mouth twisted into a pained grimace. though his metal claws was poised to strike, the traveler forgot about any imminent danger to themself ; in that moment, all they could feel was a resounding sadness. something like that - kou yelling that he can't handle being left again. he doesn't want to lose the traveler like he lost towa. eventually they're going to leave, when they reunite with their sibling, right? cue traveler consoling him and calming him down, AND A HUG there needs to be a hug after all that.
as is the way, there's of course that moment after the quest where kou's just standing someplace outlooking the scenery wistfully. no further dialog from him, just one of those "he looks like he needs a minute to himself..." traveler inner thoughts pop up.
or something along those lines lol! thanks for the questions :>
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coconutwaterbending · 4 months
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10 characters | 10 fandoms | 10 tags (we'll see about that last one) I haven't made a text post in so long how's everyone doing. Thank you, rj (@sidprescot), for the tag! This was a nice surprise. :)
Gosh do I have a type and they're all Old Men and Tragic Ladies my beloved. Let's go!! 1. Varric Tethras (Dragon Age 2): he shot right through my heart with that crossbow THE LITERAL SECOND he came on screen and I've been cursing Bioware ever since. He is a nonromanceable short king and I have never wanted anyone more thx. 2. Nakmor Drack (Mass Effect Andromeda): the Tempest Crew is so freaking charming, and while I love my jelly fish cat aliens the Angara, my favorite character is absolutely this old cantakerous grandpa Krogan. Whom, much like Wrex, I wish I could romance. (p.s. there is a TEASE of a flirt option and u can imagine how little that helped my case) 3. Spock (literally every Star Trek iteration): He is my Everything. Nemoy, Quinto, and Peck all bring something unique to the character's portrayal. I love him in every universe and I can never get enough of this EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED NERD.
4. Alicent Hightower (House of the Dragon): one half of my divorced lesbinems and I feel so much for her and the tragedy/complexity of both her character and the heartwrenching slow decay of her r/s with Rhaenyra. I cannot wait for S2. 5. Aerith Gainsborough (Final Fantasy VII): ooooough, beautiful, tragic, kind, funny, cool flower seller of my life. Remake!Aerith particularly stole my heart along with the show. There is this sad, beguiling mystery about her that draws you in, and she is so cheerful in spite of it all. I can't wait for Rebirth but also I am terrified lol. 6. Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher): "How ravishing she is, he thought. Everything about her is ravishing. And menacing. Those colours of hers; that contrast of black and white. Beauty and menace. Her raven-black, natural curls. Her cheekbones, pronounced, emphasising a wrinkle, which her smile – if she deigned to smile – created beside her mouth, wonderfully narrow and pale beneath her lipstick…" I mean. C'mon. That is MY WIFE etc, copy paste rj's exact blurb. Anya Chalotra is the perfect Yen. She is everything and deserves the world and I will glady let her burn it all down and murder me if she wants to. 7. Zero (Final Fantasy XIV): [Endwalker patch spoilers!] who doesn't love an autistic badass goth half-human half-voidsent who has lived as a monster for so long she forgot her own identity and is learning how to be human again and finding her humanity via the power of friendship and delicious food, like. I needed more of her and I miss her already!!!
8. Kim Wexler (Better Call Saul): omg so hard to pick just one from this show (ilu nacho), but Kim Wexler SUCKER PUNCHES U IN THE THROAT with her awesomeness. She is this extremely competent, understated cool, calculating yet caring and earnest character who compliments Jimmy so well and whose nuances her amazing actress Rhea Seehorn manages to convey so masterfully. She is also tragic af, but hello it's Breaking Bad prequel lol. On that note... 9. Kim Kitsuragi (Disco Elysium): DOUBLE KIM WHAMMY!!! They're so alike it's not even funny. I'd say Kim has the stronger moral center between the two, but I love them for many of the same reasons. He is also extremely competent, understated cool, with a side of being totally game for Harry's antics once he warms up to him (my Harry build was 'himbo' so he did a lot of dumb shit but he was nice). 10. Irving Bailiff (Severance): firstable, if you haven't seen Severance yet, please do yourself the favor and don't let me spoil this for u!! Irving Bailiff is an Experience. He is a stickler for the rules and very much a stick in the mud compared to his colleagues, but his true self leaks into this version of himself slowly at first, then in surprising bursts of rebellion that become clear at the end when it is shown that his Outtie/true self is actively trying to bring Lumon down like a TOTAL FUCKING BADASS in the most delightful reveal. Also he has a whirlwind romance with another old man played by Christopher Walken.
phew!! this was fun. lol @ my answers getting longer. I'm not tagging anyone but consider this an invitation to join in on the fun anyway!
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esnyshire · 1 year
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amateur: the epilogue
summary: In the last chapter of amateur I decided to take a different route and make it a filler chapter. mostly because i wanted to continue on my story with Harry and Love. Here we learn more about them together and get a front row seat of what goes on in their daily life. Things get personal and promises are made.
warning: very short, cute fluff, plans for the future, things are moving fast, Harry freaks out a little
wc: 1.7k
Harry insisted I come to his house. He said he has very big, life changing news. With his frequent meetings at Sterlings office, they've had plenty of time to discuss the many possible career opportunities they can do together. Harry recently got asked by Sterling to manage him for the foreseeable future. At first, I was confused. What could he possibly need a manager for?
Immediately after hearing Harry sing and getting all the information in full detail, it's something I see working out and strongly encouraged. Sterling sure does have an amazing eye for talent. Him picking up on that has me jumping for joy. The prospect of him having his dream come true is going to be worth all the effort he's already started putting in.
When I get to the front door I pick up the spare key Harry leaves for me from under the doormat. It's mostly quiet when I enter, aside from a small voice that echoes through the living room. Harry is humming quietly to himself but it's beautiful nonetheless. Ever since I found out that he can sing, I ask him every chance I get to serenade me. He always gets so shy. I find it so precious. The past three month has been mainly us getting to know each other more. Cute things mostly. I've noticed when he eats, he sticks his tongue out a little before putting the food in his mouth. It makes me giggle every time I see his little tongue jab out to reach the spoon. Oh, and for some odd reason when he sleeps on his back, he sleeps talks. it's not even normal conversation either, it's just a bunch of demands. The kicker is that if I don't listen it'll cause a chain reaction of being manhandled, him will force me on top of his chest and knock right out like nothing even happened. To make it all worse he's a literal portable heater. I stopped wearing pajamas to sleep because of him. It's just too hot. He's an avid hater for mornings, which is fine by me cause I do too. But, his true love is breakfast in bed. "Can't go wrong with some sunny side up eggs, with two sausages and a stack of pancakes." He says.
We've also discussed the basics of any human being. My allergies being the first question he asked, which threw me for a loop.
*Three Week Ago*
"What are you allergic to, other than cats?"
"That's a long list," I say, widening my eyes and scuffing a little. "Cats as you know, when I get scratched by them the cut swells up so much and itches pretty bad. Their saliva causes me to mildly rash up in the area. Same with dogs. I'm severely allergic to bunnies. Grass, trees, mildly allergic to kiwis but I still eat them, and pineapples." I finish off, grabbing one finger for every one thing I name.
I don't notice how quiet it's been while I'm trying to think if I'm missing anything until I've already blurted out the last thing. "Oh, and peanut butter, mildly!" I've lived with these minuscule imperfections for majority of my life, all my food allergies came as age crept up on me. I look up at Harry when I finish, hyper-focused on the floor trying to get all the information out. He looks like he's seen a ghost.
"Why would you eat or be around things you are allergic to?! Are you mad?! Love, please tell me you're joking?" His voice is jumpy and his eyes are bulging out in shock.
"Mildly, Harry. I won't die from these things. Well, the bunny maybe." I joke, trying to lighten up the mood. My statement only causes him to freak out even more.
"Do you not care about your life?"
"Mildly," I laugh at my own joke. "It's fine though. I'm usually cautious when I eat things I'm mildly allergic to. In terms of my allergies to animals, I love them. I can withstand sneezing to have a life companion." I say with a smile.
Harry's face visibly relaxes, he's been trying hard to understand why I have Finnegan if I'm so obviously allergic to her. My love for Finnegan goes far beyond my comfortability, he's finally starting to understand.
"I know bee, it's just still a shock that you put your body through allergic reactions for things you want to enjoy. It makes me nervous." The use of the new nickname he gave me, causes a tight-lipped smile to form on my face. He rubs the back of his neck, awkwardly avoiding eye contact.
"Oh! Dust, can't forget dust." I say loudly. Harry groans, smacking his hand against his forehead in frustration. "So, any siblings?"
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We continue to learn new things about each other, and I'm happy as can be that he wants to share things about himself with me. It's a nice feeling being so close to someone, it's still not something I'm used to but it's gets easier everyday. I walk through his house, following the sound of his voice. I finally make my way to the kitchen and he's stood by the stove, wooden spoon in hand. No music is playing, just the taps of his bare feet and his melodic humming.
I walk around the kitchen island, trying not to make myself too noticeable. I don't want to scare him from continuing. My arms snake around his torso, pressing my palms against his chest. My head softly lands on his back, and my ear is pressed firmly to his spine. His heart picks up in rhythm, not expecting me to be behind him. The humming stops immediately.
"Don't stop, keep going," I whisper, giving back the quiet I took away.
"I'll sing for you in a minute, come here." He pulls my arms away from him and turns to me.
He grabs my face softly and stares into my eyes. He strokes the pads of his thumbs on the apple of my cheeks, analyzing my face so intensely I start to worry if the big news is bad. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just missed you. How's my busy busy bee?"
"I missed you too, I'm here," I say, reaching out to clutch his shirt. I never feel close enough when I'm with him, "I've been really good, I have a couple of auditions coming up! Sterling's been throwing them at me left and right, but I don't mind. If getting experience is what I need to help my career, I'll do it." I feel so silly always having a smile all the time, but it's him. Everything about him and my new life has me smiling from ear to ear. Harry's is obviously a good omen in my life and I'm grateful. I breathe his scent in as I talk with him, he smells of sunflower seeds and sunblock. The scent has become a comfort smell for me since we started dating. "So, tell me. What's the big news?" I take a step backward towards the island and jump up. Harry moves in between my dangling legs.
"Remember how I told you Sterling wants to manage me?" He looks at me for my answer, I nod. "Well, he's found a recording company that's interested in my music!"
"No fucking way, that's amazing!" I pull him into a big wet kiss. I continue my kiss train, planting another on his nose, then his cheek, and the other immediately after. I manage to kiss every part of his face before he's in a fit of giggles over my affection.
"Yeah, he said they want to meet up with me and discuss a few things but they have a contract made already! They want me to make an album!" Excitement is laced in his words. I could burst with happiness for him. This is something he's wanted but always felt like it was too late for him. He once told me how he was pushing forty and just couldn't see anyone being interested in helping him with his music career so late in the game. When Sterling first showed interest he brushed it off, not even trying to get his hopes up. The only reason he went along with it at first, was because I kept nagging him about it with Sterling one night at dinner.
"You're doing it, right?!" My hands swing out beside me in question as I yell out to him.
"I think so."
"Why not a solid yes? What's stopping you?" Questions fall from my mouth. I can't understand why he didn't just say yes.
"You."
"Me? Why me? What did I do?" My confusion only grows.
"We only started talking a month ago, but I feel the need to speak to you before I make any decisions."
I feeling seen in this joyous moment. His dream comes true and he's worried about what I think about it. He makes my body feel like silly putty when he does things like this. "That's very thoughtful of you, Harry. It means a lot, but you didn't stop me from taking the job at The Garden or any of the auditions that have been thrown at me. It would be beyond wrong of me to get in the way. What kind of person would that make me?" His eyes are stuck on my face as I talk.
"You have to say yes, Harry."
"But-"
"No buts. You are so talented. You deserve this! This is your dream, you gave me mine. Follow yours or you'll regret it for the rest of your life." I push my feelings out. I want him to know this is okay and that I'll support him no matter what.
"Okay, okay fine. I will. I'll text Sterling when I'm done with dinner." He childishly rolls his eyes.
"You're making dinner?"
"Yeah, it's a special night. Plus, I wanted to do something for you." He shyly smiles down at my thighs.
"Aw, sweetness! It's your special night, I'll take over for you."
"You sure?" He asks.
"Yes, but before I do, promise me something?"
"What is it?"
"When you get all famous don't you forget about me, okay?"
He laughs at me, tightening his grip on my thighs. He nods and presses a small kiss to my lips.
"I could never forget you, I promise."
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cutiedwaekki · 8 months
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PUPPYM DETECTIVE
CHAPTER 5 : NO MORE EXPECTATION
part 1 ; part 2 ; part 3&4
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Everything seemed more logical until now, but I had the distinct impression that I was missing a part of the story to fully understand it.
So I grabbed my phone and, using the Dictaphone app, began to summarize my progress on this investigation.
2 months after the death of General Councilor Jung, I'm not giving up. I've discovered that several people were responsible for his murder. So the field of culprits has been widened, but I think I've got an idea of where to look.
Digging into the past of the three stores on the Miroh street , I discovered some amazing things:
• Felix and Changbin's bakery has been around for at least three years. The two are a married couple who make no secret of their love for each other and their fantasies about the oldest putting on weight. A little funfact is that they've been dating since high school and graduated from the same university as Jisung and me.
Felix is rather jovial and smiles like a ray of human sunshine, he's the one who manages the kitchen part of their bakery while Changbin although I haven't had the chance to talk to him for long is described by Jisung as a noisy but funny guy. My question every time I see him is if this guy can still walk with his weight, i mean ... he's huge ! I've always seen him sitting on a seat, a chair (or two lately) but never standing.I have the impression that if one of the two hides something these definitely Changbin but that Felix covers it, I do not see another explanation
Let's move on to Minho's cat's cafe, he and his brother are both chaebols of the great CEO Yang, who seems to have a preference for his little brother since he's his illegitimate son born out of wedlock- my god, it's such a cliché.
Anyway, I tried to contact my brother so that he could tell me more about Jeongin But, but I didn't find anything very interesting: just a random college student, he had good grades and seemed rather popular in his class. Minho, on the other hand, is like a ghost who never existed. I looked up "Lee Minho" and even "Yang Minho" on the Internet, but nothing ... no leads and there was no way I ask my father any information, I'd rather die then talk to that piece of sh-
I'm sorry ... Well, to get back to them, I haven't found anything suspicious about them, but their father is. PDG Yang, is also known as the rich corrupt entrepreneur who puts his own interests before those of others and who thinks that money is the solution to everything.
In short: a jerk.Their father is justly interesting with his various projects, including Project 143, which consists of building more factories to increase supply and export internationally. Except that the factory is supposed to be built not far from Stayville, so it would be a death sentence for the town's inhabitants, or else relocate them elsewhere than where many of them were born and raised.
How do I know? Jisung was given a file and was talking about bribing the town councillor and the mayor to get the project accepted. Of course Jisung refused, and he assured me that Mayor Bahng would too.
So if the Lee/Yang brothers have anything to do with this story, it's probably to do with leir perr and project 143. Also, on the day councilman Jung was killed, Jelngin launched his last lesson of the day... pretty strange, isn't it?
Anyway, I didn't want to talk about him, although there are things to say: Hwang Hyunjin. A former world-famous model who quit everything overnight to move to Stayville to open a bed'n breakfast.
His case is also a mystery, because from what I could find he had an impeccable career without the slightest scandal, and the only one he had was linked to the fact that he was attached to a mafia branch and that his modeling agency was precisely a means of laundering money.
Honestly, I'm not surprised, he's a real jerk who thinks he can do whatever he wants, so if he's a former mafioso, it's the height of cliché here! Maybe his goal is to launder money here away from the mafioso and far from the prying eyes . Which explains his relationship with Mayor Bahng!
Speaking of him, I find this mayor rather suspicious, and I'm not just saying that because I voted for their Daengmo mascot! Kind of a long story bjt as joke in Stayville the mascots always present themselves at the ekections if the candidate ever sucks, this year it was Daengmo, a plush dog
In fact, although he's a fair mayor and allows stayville a good economic situation, I find him far too easily manipulated, just look at how Hyunjin wrapped him around his finger with sex and food! He was no longer the athletic, fair-minded mayor everyone knew him to be, he was now just a walking pile of corruptible fat and out of shape , manipulated by a potentate ex-mafioso with a bastard's back.
Then I say that but i do get a little out of shape ... well little, better say's a lot. I had to ask Jisung to lend me one of his jeans because mine don't zip anymore. Oh and now i just can't stop eating ! it seems that as you get older you gain weight more easily but I'm only 23 , I'm not that old, am I?
But it's not my fault, Jisung always brings back food when he comes home from work and always feeds him when I'm concentrating on the investigation. Maybe I've put on weight because of Jisung's case, but at least he's become much more cuddly with me! It was a sort of routine where after each day we'd sit on the sofa and hug each other for a long time without saying a word, as if this simple embrace was enough to make us forget our daily lives.
Poor Jisung, he was so closely involved in all this that he couldn't do anything about it. I feel sorry for him, who didn't ask for anything, but found himself sitting on the desk of someone who'd been murdered.I miss him, if only he didn't have a charity gala in the next village.
Yet someone knocked and rang the doorbell again and again. Curious, I pulled on a sweater and opened the door.Oh no, not him again.
-"Seung"
- "I'm sorry sir, I have nothing to do with you" I said as I closed the door on my "father".
- "Seungmin please, it's important"
- "It's always important with you "
- "It's about Jisung!"
My heart caught a beat, I took fright and reluctantly decided to open the door.
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-"Is everyone here? Chan asked shyly.
-"Idiot, you can see that someone is still missing.
- "Hey, we didn't talk to you fatso!" defended Hyunjin.
- "Fatso?! How dare you call me like that you little-".
- "Eurk you're spitting on me, I'm sure I'll get fat because of you're saliva" Changbin would have stood up to teach Hyunjin a lesson, but he'd eaten too much and couldn't get up from his chair without being humiliated again by the tall blond.
-"Stop your immature bickering, you look like damn kids !" exclaimed Minho, sighing heavily.
-"I remind you that we're not here out of friendship" confided Hyunjin, who then turned on Minho.
-"Oh no, I've been dreaming of becoming friends with you" cried Changbin falsely as the three of them began to bicker, leaving Chan confuse on how to deal with the situation.
-"Wow, calm down, I remind you that the situation is critical, that's why we're all here! So if we can put our differences aside, that would be great!" said Felix supportively, arriving with a feast of salted muffins which he placed on the table before taking a seat.
-"You're right Lixie sorry" said shyly Changbin, placing a tender kiss on his husband's cheek.
- "Ew ... love " said Hyunjin, earning himself a confused look from Chan, who ended up covering it with a kiss a few minutes
-"Well, he's going to be late, isn't he? As usual, I suppose" accused Linho, who was impatiently tapping his foot while looking at the door.
-"I remind you that you're the one who's close to him, so you should know better than anyone whether he's on time or not", Felix commented almost dryly.
But just as Minho was about to retort, the door suddenly opened, letting the breathless latecomer in.
-"Ah, here he is!"
- "Come on Jisung, you're exaggerating, we said 6.30pm not 7pm! Chan said in exasperation, which made Hyunjin laugh.
- "Sorry, I had to sort something out, I remind you that I live with the enemy"
- "Oh Lixie that's sweet, he calls his boyfriend an enemy~"
- "He's not my boyfriend, you don't know how hard it is to put him on the wrong track, he's too smart for that shit!" Declare Jisung before taking his place on the last remaining seat.
-"I find it amazing that he still hasn't suspected you, I mean, you're the ideal suspect but the idiot still hasn't noticed!"
- "stop it Minho, I'm not happy about treating him like that either, but he can't harm our project like that!"
- "It's true that M.Han is our leader" teased Hyunjin, earning a glare from the concerned.
-"Enough chatter, let's recap the facts"
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- "So you're sure that even if he has several leads Seungmin won't be able to trace them back to all of us?"
-"I promise you Felix, I've known him since we were kids, he thinks I'm innocent of everything! He didn't even consider me as a potential suspect!"
Everyone looked at each other in astonishment before laughing loudly.
-"And then, thanks to Changbin's plan, he spends more time digesting all that food than thinking!"
-"See ? I bet you must be excited by that" then added Felix who hastened to put his hand on the belly of his lover
Changbin then smiled proudly as Felix congratulated him by offering him a cookie.
- "So we just have to lay low until it calms down?"
- "Channie, you don't understand... this pseudo detective won't give up until he finds someone to blame"
- "But he can't know it's us!-.... but who will it be?"
Everyone reflected before Minho had a sudden idea
- "Isn't it rumored that while he was dating Choi Yena, he was also sleeping with his brother Choi San?"
Everyone nodded, seeming to already know the outcome of this plan.
Poor detective puppy m, things weren't turning out the way he'd expected
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-"No i don't want to hear you !"
-"Seugmin i beg you to hear what i have to say , i have proof that Jisung is involved in the death of the municipal councilor!"
but Seungmin didn't want to hear anything, he felt like that night, where his father lectured him for long hours on the dangers of homosexuality after he had sex with Jisung.
Because of that and although he had only half listened to it, he had trouble pairing up with the quokka despite their shared common feelings.
So at that moment he felt this mixed feeling, he did not know which camos this ranger ... that of his father who abandoned him or his best friend / crush?
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hussyknee · 2 years
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Really struggling with self-hate. Intellectually I know this is due to anxiety and stress, and the past month has been pure chaos trying to look after Garfield.
Garfield is my neighbor's cat. Well, not anymore. He's mine now. He was sick as shit and they still weren't looking after him properly, hand-wringing over everything from lack of experience with cats to the fuel crisis. Certainly were quite happy to palm him off on me, because "he's not really ours, you know, he's a stray that found us a few years ago and the kid got fond of him". By the time I got him to the vet he was half-dead from...well, everything. He had cat flu, filaria, a tick fever that had burned through so many red blood cells it couldn't raise a temperature anymore, kidney damage and so dehydrated the needle could barely pierce his skin. I have no idea how he's alive. Well, I do, it's because he's a very tenacious little kitty and I took him to the clinic every day for a week for IVs, and kept him in my room and nursed him till I exhausted myself into an IBD flare. He relapsed twice. Then last week he seemed to have recovered enough that I was the sicker one, but then this week he started getting acute kidney failure, so we're back at the daily vet treatments.
I raised money for him on Twitter and some wonderful people sent enough to cover his medical bills, but the transport and food costs alone burned through all my money. I've been too exhausted and stressed to track my expenses or do my accounts, I flat broke by the beginning of the week and have had to ask my therapist for pro bono sessions from her clinic.
She's been a godsend, being a cat-lover herself, but also I might have alarmed her somewhat. Like, the whole reason I sought her out was because. Well, it was a last ditch effort really. The country situation and me going off my ADHD meds last month because I couldn't afford them didn't help (uh, protip: do not do that. Even if they're non-stimulants, like mine), but at one point I had made up my mind that if Garfield died it would be A Sign from the universe. Also when she asked me to check myself into a hospital if I felt like I couldn't trust myself, I was puzzled and said "why would I kill myself on impulse, it'll take weeks to get everything together if I was going to, I don't want to end up a vegetable". Which wasn't reassuring apparently? Neither was "Anyway, I can't top myself, Garfield is still sick." 😬
I'm still not sure what was so off about those responses, they still make sense to me. But my therapist wanted to set up a protocol and figure out avenues of physical support. Unfortunately, my family is estranged, only 3 of my closest friends live anywhere near me, and they're all also up shit creek. One of their mothers died a few days ago and I still haven't been able to visit. She's been so understanding and sweet about it, but when I tell you I feel like a shitheel.
I just. I don't know anymore. Gar's eating and drinking and the only outward sign that he's sick is the increased lethargy and sneezing. But his respiratory infection just isn't going away. As long as that persists, his kidneys can't get better, but giving him antibiotics for so long isn't doing them any favours either.
I'm using up all my energy caring for him but I don't see an end to it. My neighbors haven't been answering my messages, and anyway I'm damned if I trust them to look after him again. I tried so hard to find a caregiver for him while I was sick earlier this month, the tweeps sent even more money to offer one, but I couldn't.
In many wayos, caring for Garfield saved me from the black pit of despair I fell into after the protests unravelled. But now I feel so trapped. I haven't seen my doggos (they're with my ex) since June. I miss my other kitty cat (he's Mum's, but again I'm the only one who does more than coo at him). I miss having a life. My room and bathroom stink, and everything is chaos. I haven't sat down at my own desk in a month. And I'm still so scared this will all be for nothing and he'll die. I'm scared I'll have to make the choice to let him go. I refused to give up on my baby doggo boy two years ago, and as a result, instead of going peacefully in his sleep, I had to watch him go into acidosis and listen to his death rattle for an hour before the vet could get to us and sedate him through the final stretch. I will never let my selfishness do that to another animal. But I don't know if I'll survive having to let Gar slip away in my arms, after all these weeks of listening to his every breath. That still feels like it would be the tipping point.
I can't shake the idea that he would have recovered so much better and faster in someone else's hands. Someone healthy and abled and competent. Someone whose best efforts aren't so poor, pitiful and inadequate as mine. Everyone in my life deserves so much better than me.
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eeveearoace · 1 year
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copy-pasting @eeveearoace-creative's year in review so it doesn't clutter it up XD (not that i've posted on that blog in a while but. still lol)
[pretend the year in review gif is here]
I posted 51 times in 2022
42 posts created (82%)
9 posts reblogged (18%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@marcylore
@gayfrogcoven
@bardicspiration
@obvslybatgrl
@kaseyskat
I tagged 51 of my posts in 2022
#my writing - 43 posts
#writing - 43 posts
#amphibia - 41 posts
#my fanfic - 41 posts
#fanfic - 41 posts
#amphibia fanfic - 34 posts
#sashannarcy - 13 posts
#amphibia spoilers - 12 posts
#inspired by other work(s) - 11 posts
#sashannarcy week - 10 posts
Longest Tag: 93 characters
#it isn't the best thing i've written. and it took me a while considering it's length/ quality
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
sleepy-time marshmallow
girlfriend has a terrible sleep schedule? just send in a puppy!
some (very short) domestic sashannarcy fluff <3
summoning the eevee simps: @arcadiii, @goodartitude, @karamelys, @peachpaws0
[if you want to be added/ removed from the tag list, just let me know!!]
also pspspspsps @hey-its-puddlesock c'mere puddles its the boi :-3
it was late. 
not that sasha was unaccustomed to late nights, often filling out paperwork long into the night – but it was the weekend, and she was tired, and she just wanted to go to sleep. 
sasha checked the time on her phone. 
2:47 am. 
sasha groaned. 
of course. 
anne was only half-awake beside her. domino four purred softly, tangled within anne’s curls – sasha couldn’t remember a day since they had gotten the tuxedo cat that she hadn’t slept like that, attached to anne’s hair. 
at sasha’s feet, two dogs were pressed together – toast, a golden retriever with long, shaggy fur, and his sister, cinnamon sugar – aka cinna – a golden doodle with pale, curly, white-gold fur. 
the only thing missing from sasha’s nearly perfect setup was the one thing keeping her awake – marcy. 
that girl has the worst sleep schedule i’ve ever seen. 
“alright, toast,” sasha announced, her voice groggy from exhaustion, “sleepy-time marshmallow.” 
toast sat up immediately, disturbing his sister, who raised her head for just a moment before sleepily lowering it back onto the bed, apparently deciding she’d rather just go back to sleep. 
toast, however, jumped off the bed with all the energy in the world, his tail wagging wildly as he thundered out of the room and down the halls. 
a surprised squeak alerted sasha that her trick had worked. 
despite her exhaustion, sasha grinned. in another room, which marcy had dubbed her main workspace, toast was pressing against marcy, gently squishing her until she stopped struggling, turned off her computer, and followed him to bed. 
“greetings, princess,” sasha teased as marcy stepped into the bedroom. “finally decided to join us?” 
“you need to stop doing that,” marcy protested, yawning and rubbing her bleary eyes. “i was just about to finish my panel.” 
“sure,” sasha deadpanned. “and you totally would’ve stopped after that, right?” 
marcy didn’t respond. 
“you can finish it in the morning,” sasha continued. “but it’s late. c’mon.” she held out her arms, staring at marcy expectantly. 
“sleep,” anne groaned, eyes still closed as she patted the space between her and sasha. 
“fine,” marcy sighed, settling into the space between them. within seconds, sasha and anne were curled up against her – and within minutes, marcy was softly snoring. 
she must’ve been even more tired than i’d thought. sasha smiled as she buried her nose in her girlfriend’s shoulder. she needs to stop working so late. 
that was an issue they could work on in the morning. for now, sasha was just happy to be with her girls. 
50 notes - Posted June 19, 2022
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4:30am sashannarcy angst, why not XD
cws: brainwashing, possession, kissing, violence, puking
Marcy released a sleepy murmur as she finally opened her eyes. 
“Hey, love, sleep well?” Anne whispered quietly, brushing a lock of hair behind Marcy’s ear. 
“Mm, yeah,” Marcy hummed, snuggling closer to Anne. “But you’re so warm – I don’t wanna get up.” 
“Then don’t,” Sasha laughed softly, burying her nose in Marcy’s hair. “Just stay here.” 
“I have to get up eventually,” Marcy pointed out, despite not making any attempt to move. “I can’t just lay around here all day.” 
“Why not?” Anne’s lips brushed against Marcy’s cheek. “Just stay with us.” 
Heaviness weighed on Marcy’s eyelids, forcing her eyes to flutter shut. Sleepiness threatened to take hold of her as she yawned, and a wave of security and comfort washed over her. Fingers slowly combed through her hair, peacefully lulling Marcy back to tantalizing sleep. 
Unconsciousness had all but claimed her when Marcy forced her eyes to open again, tiredly pushing herself into a sitting position. Sasha and Anne frowned, confusion crossing their faces. 
“Where are you going, Mar-Mar?” Sasha asked, reaching for Marcy’s wrist. “Come back here.” 
Marcy paused. 
“Just stay here,” Anne breathed, pressing against Marcy’s shoulder. “Forever and ever.” 
Forever and ever. 
Wait, why did that sound- 
Sasha ripped her hands free, her eyes burning with disgust and fury. Anne backed away, pain and sorrow sparkling in her eyes. 
Marcy stumbled. 
She couldn’t fix this, but maybe she could at least keep everybody safe. 
Her hope died the moment a burning sensation ripped through her chest. 
With the last of her strength, she forced out an apology that could never be enough. 
Marcy couldn’t breathe. 
“Dear, are you okay?” Sasha worried, tugging Marcy towards her. “Talk to me.” 
The chair. The helmet. Screaming. 
“Darling, say something,” Anne begged, kissing Marcy’s forehead. 
“You’re not – you’re not real,” Marcy managed, backing away from her friends – well, not her friends, both because they surely hated her now, and because that wasn’t really them. 
“Marshmallow?” Fake-Anne’s lips pressed against Marcy’s. Marcy hated the part of her racing mind that desperately wanted to indulge in the fantasy. “What do you mean?” 
“You – you’re-” 
“You’re not feeling well, are you?” Fake-Sasha sighed, holding Marcy’s hands – she couldn’t yank them free. “That’s okay. We’ll just keep rewriting this moment until you’re happy.” 
“What do you mean-” 
Marcy broke off as unbearable agony surged through her body, orange electricity burning her skin. 
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52 notes - Posted July 14, 2022
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@marcylore haha i made marcy not okay again </3
cw: ableism, "former gifted kid" stuff
You don’t understand how people make friends. 
Not that you don’t have friends – in fact, you have the two most amazing friends in the whole universe – but you still don’t understand how. 
They’re your friends, but why? What bonds you? By all accounts, it doesn’t make sense – you’re all so different, and don’t people make friends over similar interests? 
That’s what you’ve been told when you ask how people make friends, anyway. And, of course, to “put yourself out there” – but out where, exactly? (They meant you have to talk to people. But what if you annoy them, or they don’t like you? What if you say or do something wrong?) 
You have the best two friends in all the universe, but you don’t really have any other friends. Maybe that doesn’t matter, as long as you’re all together – but what about when you’re not? The two of them seem to make friends like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and you just don’t understand how they do it. 
When it comes to making friends, it’s like everyone is playing one big game – everyone knows the rules, except for you, and you never got given a rulebook. 
Maybe everyone else is just better at people than you are. 
You think you could be okay at that. Not everyone is good at everything, right? And you’re smart – that could be your strength. 
You know you shouldn’t brag, but you also know you’re smart. The work your teachers give you is always so easy, and you just understand it. School makes sense, and the compliments your parents give you reinforce that your smarts are your strength. 
Your brain is where you find your worth. 
You don’t understand why your friends complain about school or why they say it’s “hard”. School is easy – it’s people that are difficult! Don’t they understand that? 
It takes you longer than it probably should have for you to realize that school is harder for them than making friends. 
But that’s okay, as long as you prove your worth through academic achievement. 


You remember the first time you got a bad grade. 
You were upset – this wasn’t supposed to happen. This was your strength! If you weren’t good at this, what good were you? 
Your parents were disappointed. 
Or, at least, you think they are – you still don’t understand people, despite all your efforts. (Can you really call it “effort” when you kinda stopped trying so that you could focus on the things you were actually good at?) 
But you can fix this – you know you can. You’re told over and over that you have so much potential, and that you just need to “apply yourself” – you just need to try harder, and you’ll prove your worth again. 


You’re slipping. 
You’re not trying enough – or, at least, you assume that must be what’s going on, because you’re smart, full of potential, and just need to apply yourself – so, if you’re getting bad grades, you just need to try harder. 
If you fail now, then all those nice things people said about you – that you’re so smart – would mean nothing. If you’re not the “smart kid”, then who are you? No, you have to try harder. You have so much potential, after all. 
You don’t understand why this line of thinking makes you panic. You don’t understand why you’re suddenly short of breath, or why you feel like you’re about to start crying – if you can do amazing things, isn’t it your responsibility to do them? 
People are counting on you, after all. 

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i'm not gonna tag anyone since this isn't what i usually post, but... :3
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have you ever tricked your art teacher into letting you do fanart for an assignment? well, i for one did :)
this probably took me a cumulative forty hours or so, and i'm honestly really proud of how it turned out <3
98 notes - Posted March 1, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
I am beyond thrilled to finally reveal a painting I’ve been working on for a month or two at this point - I’m honestly so proud of how it came out, and I hope y’all like it, too! <3

cw: eyes, bright colors, hand, binary code, moths, trypophobia


“METAMORPHOSIS”

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Anastaschia- High Priestess of Luna
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So. My darling beloved cat, Luna, died a few months ago. She was only three. She was a rescue, she was a turtle and she was a sweetheart and I loved her dearly and I miss her quite a bit. She had pancriatitus hit her out of nowhere and she would not respond to any and every treatment we gave her. We literally did everything we could to save her including exploritory surgery to make sure she didn't have a blockage somewhere. And it still wasn't enough. So. At least I can say, with a clear conscience I did everything I could to save her. And to fill the whole in my heart and to help me through the grieving process, I've been writing this
So, just in case you look at that mouthful of a name and go 'wtf?' It is pronounced Anna-stas- she-ah. Because I am *extra*.
So, here's chapter 1. Enjoy.
High Priestess of Luna- Anastaschia 
Chapter 1
You looked out at your garden and whispered your apologies to everything as you harvested everything you could put into your pack and only enough to carry. Your mother had told you that you would be leaving your father’s village tonight because there was an army that was coming up against it, and that if you didn’t leave tonight, that you both were in grave danger. 
She told you that your god and hers- Luna- the goddess of the moon, the tides, foresight, and protection- that you both needed to prepare to flee. Luna however had only told your mother this two weeks in advance. 
Ever since, your mother and yourself got ready in secret, so as not to tip off anyone, especially your father. It was a lot of hard work and after so much work and preparations- tonight was the night that both of you would flee for your lives. 
In the last week of preparation- your mother had taken an old garment of hers, one that she wore before she came to this town and married your father- she called it a sari- it was one long piece of special cloth that she cut and stitched into an outfit for you to wear while you would flee. She said it was moon muga silk. It had a beautiful pattern brocaded into it. She said that the silk was very special. Because it would keep you cool when it was hot, and protect you from getting sunburned. Yet the cloth would also keep you warm when it was cold, keep you dry when it was wet, and when it was dry- wouldn’t let you sweat so much that you would get dehydrated but would actually soak up your sweat to keep you from being uncomfortable. She sewed it and stitched it in such a way that it had many drawstrings so you could use the drawstrings to pull it in to fit you but it would grow with you as you grew up. And with the scraps, she made you a simple rag doll that you got to embroider a face into and it was some of your best work yet. 
When the garment was finished- it was the softest and most exquisite thing you had ever seen. Not even the Lord and Lady wore such exquisite clothes from such wonderful fabric. When you had put it on while she was measuring it and cutting it to fit you- it felt like rose petals against your skin and it made you want to never wear anything but moon muga silk for the rest of your life. 
But tonight, you wore your Sunday best styled in the same way everyone else’s clothes were styled in this area, out of itchy wool with a linen shift under it. Honestly, this dress should have been replaced two summers ago because you had grown out of it and no matter how much your mother tried to let it out, your father refused to buy you more dresses, claiming that what you had fit you fine and that when your mother would bear him a son, he would get the whole family proper temple clothes then. But until then, she could just dye new fabric and sew it into the dress as it was. 
All while his own mistresses and their children, his bastards- and technically your half siblings, always wore the best of everything. And if anything was even slightly snug, your father had no problem giving all his wages to them to get new clothes. Your half siblings had five sets of clothes for every set you had. He even paid for your half siblings to be tutored by the Lord and Lady’s tutors for their children, all while you went to the village school and got put in the back, where you could hardly hear the teacher or see what she was putting up on the chalkboard and when you weren’t being bullied by the other kids, you were being ignored by the teacher.  
And while you could barely read and write, your father forbade your mother from ever teaching you how to read or write in her mother tongue, only speak it to serve as her translator. But nothing else. 
And every time you spoke in your mother’s native tongue’s accent in your father’s language, he would severely discipline you, all while he praised his bastards for learning other foreign languages and having “the good accents of the good languages” but yours was always “the bad”. You hated it that your father loved his bastards more than he ever loved you and treated them better than he treated you. But if you ever complained, it was just more severe punishments, leaving your little body covered in bruises and cuts. So while to his face, you had to be good, pleasant and respectful, behind his back, you hated him to the core and resented him. 
Which was why you were so happy to leave this wretched place with its awful people- your father especially- behind. 
But the sadness that you’d have to leave your garden behind had you feeling sorry that you would have to leave it. You hoped that the coming army would burn the village and the great house to the ground and that the man who sired you would be the first man to die in the battle. But you hoped that only your garden would be spared such treatment. 
“Are you almost done Stasi?” Your mother asked in her mother tongue- Alqua- as she came into the doorway to see you getting the last of what you could and checked the weight of the pack to make sure you hadn’t packed too much or too little as you wiped your tears from your eyes. 
“Yes Mama.” You answered her back in your mother’s mother tongue which had become your mother tongue as well. 
“Will you miss this village?” She asked you as you shook your head no. 
“Your friends?” She asked as you shook your head no again because you had no friends. Only bullies that made fun of you for being so different. For speaking in a foriegn accent, for not looking like anyone else with your pitch black hair and your eyes that were like the moon that they teased you by saying you had “ghost eyes”. You were almost an exact replica of your own mother. 
She had come to this village from fleeing her last one because of war. When she first came to this village of Kortar, she was famed as an exotic beauty who was the village’s best dyer because while paying her to dye anyone’s cloth was expensive, the colors stayed true and vibrant no matter how many times you had to wash them and the Lord and Lady of the great house refused to have anyone but her dye their linens and wool. 
At first your father was her most ardent courter, lavishing her with gifts while also getting himself a great house to be built so she could easily move in as his wife and comfortably keep up her trade. He showered her with great affections- only because she was the famed beauty who was one of the wealthiest women because of her trade. But once she married him, and bore him you- and then could not bear another child soon after, he took up mistresses. And all the love- slowly then all at once turned to hate between them. She was quickly ridiculed when she could not pick up the language easily. And she was ridiculed when she had not given your father a son after she gave him a daughter. You were 10 and still you were an only child. But yet, you knew, in your heart, that even if your mother had given him a son, he never would have changed his treatment of either of you or her. 
“Will you miss your father?” She asked before you shook your head no even more emphatically. Your father- the man who sired you was young, handsome and charming to everyone else in your village of Kortar and was a permanent fixture in the Lord and Lady’s house Laneh- because he was a court musician and singer and poet, one of the best for a few villages around.  
But at home and in private- he was vicious and brutal to your mother. Especially when- after he married her and sired you- his own popularity in the village shrunk because he had a difficult wife who couldn’t speak right, a daughter who was just like her mother in too many ways for his liking or anyone else in the village either. He hated it that he had a home that always stunk because your mother was a dyer and the process of dying cloth was a very stinky process. Even though in the beginning, he claimed that the money made up for the smell. But the last several years, he spent less and less time at home, insisting that the smell made him sick. 
And no matter how many soaps your mother made or how much she cleaned and scrubbed the house- he could always smell it and he disciplined you both for it. All while taking the money your mother earned in dying the fabrics and spent it at the tavern that he also worked at when he was not in the Lord and Lady’s court- he spent it all on ale and his many mistresses and his bastards. 
But whenever he would come home, and use your mother sexually, he would pass on the diseases he got from being the town’s greatest manwhore practically. Your mother had to cleanse herself after every time he laid with her and that was the only way such sexually transmitted diseases didn’t ravage her the way it did him and his mistresses. And when his mistresses came and demanded why she wasn’t sick, but they were- your mother simply claimed that she was naturally immune, keeping the cleansing rituals secret and private just for herself.
 “So why are you crying?” Your mother asked as she knelt in front of you to be eye level with you and helped wipe your tears away. 
“I’m sorry for the plants. They have no sin other than to grow in the soil that is coveted by others. I do not know if the coming army will water them or take care of them. I wish we could take them with us.” You answered as fresh tears came to your eyes. Which brought a sympathetic look to your mother’s face. 
“Oh Anastaschia, it’s ok. The good thing is- we have seeds from all the plants we have and those that don’t give seed- we have seedlings and saplings and cuttings of them that I have already put into my pack. We can plant them all in the new garden that Luna will bring us to. But now that you are done, I must hide our packs and prepare wine for your father, so he will drink it and fall into a deeper sleep than usual. And when he gets home, I will claim it’s our anniversary. You must speak your father’s language to him as best you can and tell him that you wish to be baptized at the temple this Sunday. That way he will be very happy and in a very good mood and treat us kindly so he will drink the wine, go to sleep and then we can escape.” She encouraged you as she gave you a hug. Then she took the pack with her own, and put them under your bed. Then she had you help her make a feast fit for the Lord of Laneh. 
“But I won’t actually be baptized right?” You asked her as you chopped up some squash for her to cook up. 
“No. We are leaving tonight after he falls asleep and everyone else has gone to bed and fallen asleep too. Luna will shine the moon extra brightly for us tonight and show us the way. The stronger your faith in her, the brighter her path will be. And by the time your father wakes up we will be too far away and the army will be here to kill him.” She encouraged you.
“Good.” You nodded, assured that the man who had hurt you all your life would be hurt in turn and die. 
After you had finished with the squash and other vegetables- your mother had you pull the special cloaks out of the pot she had them soaking in to fix their colors. Then she told you to wash them with a special soap and hang them up to dry, which you did, just before your father came home. 
“Happy anniversary Daddy!” You wished him as you forced yourself to greet him happily as you poured the wine into a cup that already had the medicine your mother had prepared in the cup. It mixed and spiced the wine into a heavenly taste. 
“It’s our anniversary?” Your father asked your mother as she nodded before he happily took the cup of wine and drank some before he picked you up. 
“And you’re all dressed up too! You look so pretty. I’m so happy you look just as pretty as your Mommy but are nothing like her otherwise.” He cooed to you. Which made you want him gouge his eyes out but you resisted. He kissed your cheeks as you swallowed down the hateful bile that rose in your throat to keep the pleasant smile on your lips for him and simply fantasized about all the horrible ways your father was going to die when he would wake up after going to bed tonight.  
“And I have a present for you but I can’t give it to you till Sunday.” You added. 
“Oh? And what’s that?” He asked. 
“I want to be baptized in the temple on Sunday!” You announced as your father’s handsome face- which only hid his hideous personality- lit up happily. 
“Oh good! I’m so proud of you Annie! That means that you’ll definitely need a new dress for that. We can go get you fitted for a new dress tomorrow, replace this thing that is starting to look a bit tattered anyway.” He cheered as he hugged you tight and spun with you around the room. 
“I made sure to pick special flowers that smell really good so the house wouldn’t stink for your anniversary! Did I get the good ones?” You asked him as he looked around to see bunches of flowers everywhere to hide the fact that most of the preserved food was already packed away, along with the home’s supplies of soap and dying supplies were already all packed away into your mother’s pack too. You had spent all morning picking all the wild flowers you could find to make bouquets for the house and your mother had dumped all the other vats of dyes that morning too and washed them away so that no other could steal them once she would leave.  
“You did great! For once the house doesn’t smell like an outhouse! You did really good Sweetie!” He cooed to you before he put you down and had you sit on his knee as your mother served him the feast she had practically slaved over all day. Both you and your father shared one last meal together, just the way he liked it, and just the way you hated it- simple local herbs only on his meat roasted over a fire. While your palette usually much preferred the food of your mother’s native culture, with its rich spices and cooked over low heat but cooked all day long so that by dinner time, was tender and extra delicious, with flavors that were deep and wonderfully complex. 
But you wanted him to be happy if only to treat you and your mother nicely- one last night. He even let you have your own little cup of wine to celebrate with him- the good news of his anniversary and your future baptism. He had three cups of the specially spiked wine and was soon- very happily drunk and already talking about how the Lord’s son who was five years older than you wanted to marry you in a few years when you would grow “enough” for him because to him- you were the prettiest girl in the village and that after your baptism, you would start to learn in the Lord’s house with the tutors because no daughter in law to a Lord should be ill-educated. For your father’s sake, you agreed to everything he said, just to make him happy enough to keep drinking his spiked wine so he would fall asleep soon. 
After dinner, he tucked you into bed and drunkenly laid with your mother as she let him do as he pleased with her one last time. Then he passed out and was soon snoring away into a deep coma like sleep. And once he did, both you and your mother seemed to breathe a sigh of relief that dealing with him one last time was over. Your father was passed out in bed and would be there until the army would come, by which point, your mother and yourself would be long gone and never be found by him or anyone else here either. And anyone who had memory of her or you would either be enslaved or killed off by the coming army. Your mother quickly dumped the vat of color fixer so that that especially would not be used by any other either. 
She bathed you both, washing you first and cleansing and purifying you just in case you had picked up any filth by being so close to your father. For the first time, you felt truly clean, you had an inner peace and contentment. And every bit of hurt your father had ever given you- was washed away with it, all your body’s hurt was gone and it was like it never happened in the first place. You felt renewed and energized and you felt like a brand new person. 
She rubbed special lotion on your skin. She said it would keep your skin soft, and have its own bit of soap in it for when you would cross rivers and creeks, it would wash you and your clothes and keep your body clean as you traveled so you didn’t have to stop to bathe or wash your clothes. All so that you could just continuously flee and only stop to eat, drink, relieve yourself and sleep. The lotion would also protect your skin from any bug that wished to bite you and hide your body’s scent in the woods so that neither of you could be tracked. It would keep your feet safe from blisters and keep your thighs and arms safe from being rubbed raw as you would run.
The lotion itself was thick like butter and for your nose- it smelled better than any flower you had known, and your mother said she had perfumed it with the last of her jasmine oil from her homeland. But the scent would be in your nose and your mother’s nose but nothing beyond, like perfume just for you. Your skin practically glowed with it on and it made it look like you had pearls and opals rubbed into your skin. You felt that your skin was just as soft as when you were a baby, if not softer. 
Then your mother washed herself, purifying herself of any filth your father may have tried to pass on to her - again. And what your mother hoped and prayed would be the last time. As her own body did the same, all the bruises your father had given her previously vanished, all her pain and aches in her body were gone and she was made like new. Because she would be damned if she was ever going to remarry and deal with another man who was anything like your father. Then you helped her put the special lotion all over herself too and smiled when her skin glowed too, like it had pearls and opals rubbed into it too.  
You both got dressed in the special clothes your mother had made just for your escape, your mother put on the same clothes she had been wearing when she had fled the last time, grateful that they still fit after 12 years of being put away into a special locked chest with all her other clothes she had brought with her the last time she fled. 
She packed all of her old clothes and only the work clothes she wore here in this village so she could, in theory, wear them and fit in with the working class of any village around here and far beyond, but nothing else. 
No jewel, no coin or other riches. Nothing else that would identify you or her as being from this place, just in case you went to a village that was an enemy of this one. 
She had finished all her orders early in the week, while your father was at his mistresses’ and couldn’t be there to steal her wages again.
She spent some of the coin buying every fine flower from every garden to make herself- flower absolute- which was the concentrated oil that came from soaking flowers in a special solution so that their scent would transfer to the solution, then she pressed the flowers to squeeze out any other scented oil from them, then cooked it down to a thick, waxy substance which she called ‘flower concrete’ and then rendered that down into flower wax for soaps, and flower concentrate oil, or absolute- for either lotions, perfumes, or special scented soaps. 
She had spent half of the remaining coin getting special preserved food stuffs that would travel well. And spent the last half on getting glass bottles to put her concentrated dyes, oils, and flower absolutes in. She wrapped each precious bottle in her old clothes so that they would not break as she traveled. 
In the last week- when your father had come back home a couple of days later after she had finished the orders and coincidentally, after she spent it all and had already started her flower absolute process- she had excused that she was making perfumes for the Lord and Lady in exchange for free rent for the next several months. He thankfully accepted that instead- but only in exchange that she would make some perfume for his mistresses too- instead of being angry and beating her for not giving him all her money instead. Which she had agreed to but knew that those whores were never going to ever get another thing from her. She had also used all her other supplies for soap to make all the soap she could and packed it with her because she didn’t know when she would be able to make more, much less be able to buy more. 
So after you both got dressed, she braided your hair to keep it out of your face and keep it from being tangled as you would travel. She put special oil in your hair too to keep it soft and conditioned for when you would dunk to wash yourselves in the streams and creeks on your journey, your hair would be washed and conditioned too by just getting wet and then dry again.  
“Did he hurt you Mama?” You asked her since you had searched her body when you had put the last of the lotion on her to see if your dad had given your mother any new hurts while pleasuring himself this last time but knowing that if your bruises had healed, her’s would have too, even before the bruises would bloom on her skin. 
“No, not this time.” She reassured you with a soft whisper before you both got everything you needed and finished packing. She quickly used up the food in the house and garden to make small meat pies and fruit pies that you could eat on the run without having to stop to make a fire to cook anything and that would keep without spoiling. She made sure each of you had half of both kinds before she packed her remaining spices away too. 
She insisted that all you needed- was seeds to plant another garden, clothes to work in- in all the seasons, food and soap to keep yourself and your things clean, water skins, and of all the supplies for dyes so you could dye other cloth in other villages as a trade to keep you better than any husband and father ever could. Especially from ones who would be nice one minute and mean the next like the man who sired you. Along with examples of her best work and a book of swatches showing all the colors you could turn clothes into. 
As a last treat, she cut open the first melon that was ripe in your garden, having you save the seeds to plant as it was a last- sweet treat for both of you before your journey. 
“Ok? Is there anything else in here that you feel you can’t live without?” Your mother asked you once you were done as you gave your toys a glance but only chose the simple rag doll your mother had made for you and no other toys that your father had ever bought you because you didn’t want to bring anything that would ever remind you of him with you. 
“I have you and I have Luna. That’s all I need, Mama.” You told her as you pulled the talisman that had Luna’s symbols of the stages of the moon engraved on them out from under your clothes and grabbed it tightly with your other hand. 
“That’s my girl. Ok, the cloak should be almost dry by now.” Your mother insisted before she got the hooded, poncho like cloak from where it was hanging up and blew out a breath of relief when it was miraculously dry and put yours on first before she put on her own before she had you sit and wait by the door while the rest of the town went to sleep before you heard a soft humming in your ears. 
“Mama! Someone is humming!” You whispered to your mother when you heard it. 
“That’s Luna- Anastaschia, she’s humming to keep us both calm as we wait until it’s safe to flee.” Your mother revealed as you gasped softly. 
“Luna?” You asked. 
“I’m here, my daughter. I’m here. When it is time, I will tell you. I will light the way for you and your mother. I will lead you to a new house that will be your home. That will have a garden even greater than the one you are leaving behind. Don’t worry. I will keep the garden here safe, since I know you care about the innocent plants in it. Another family will move in and another little girl will love the garden just as much as you do. And her father will be a much nicer man. Don’t worry. You will never see the man who sired you again. He will never hurt you or your mother again. You did so good helping your mother get ready all this time. I will be with you. I will sing to you and give you music to help you run at night, music to help you stalk through the forest during the day and lullabies for when you will sleep. Do not fear- I am with you.” Luna reassured you as your eyes watered with happy, relieved tears to hear Luna’s wonderful soothing voice for the first time. 
She continued to softly sing to you in your own head as your mother too blew out a breath of relief to hear that Luna was talking to you and comforting you too. She watched in relief as your eyes began to glow like the moon against the sky because of Luna’s power coursing through you. Remembering how it used to course through herself like that. But she made different choices in the past that separated her from her goddess, and she had to suffer the consequences of those choices. But now- she was just grateful to finally be getting a new start and taking you- her most precious possession with her.
Once all the hearths, candles and lanterns were out and your mother was sure everyone else was asleep, Luna of course helped everyone to fall into a deep sleep, so that even the village’s guards were sleeping and would not see you or your mother flee. You both got up out of the chair and stretched to prepare your body to run. 
And when Luna gave you the signal, you both slipped out of the house and with your hand tightly holding onto your mother’s- you both ran as fast as you could towards the woods as the moonlight created a particular path on the ground for you to travel on that was brighter than the other ground. You started looking around to make sure no one was watching you while Luna’s light from the full moon illuminated your path before you.  
“Don’t look back Stasi, if you do, you won’t be able to leave it behind.” Your mother told you. 
“But I want to see the army that is coming to kill that man who said he was my Daddy.” You told her before she pulled you to run on the other side of her. 
“There Stasi, there they are.” She said as she pointed them out to you as you smiled at the sight of the army encamped at a fair distance away, farther than most humans could ever see. But Luna helped you to see them. Their many campfires looked like orange fireflies in the distance. 
“Will they kill that mean man first?” You asked your mother and Luna. 
“Yes. The man who sired you will be one of the first to fall to their blades.” Luna reassured you. 
“We’re free Mama! We’re free!” You quietly cheered as you ran alongside her before you could both see and feel Luna beside you, taking hold of your other hand to help you run alongside your mother as she blessed you both so that you were bounding in agile grace and almost lightning fast speed like the deer and gazelle in the forrest. The light from Luna cutting through the forrest to light a path for you and the moon giving you ample light to see the woods that seemed to seperate for you so that your path through them was straighter and easier to travel as even other animals soon found you and were running alongside you- all around you, their tracks covering up your own and taking advantage of Luna’s protection and light to escape the hunters from the army as they stalked the forrest around thier encampment for game to eat as you laughed and giggled to run right alongside the fawns who were also running with thier own mothers. 
“We are Stasi, we’re free. But we’re not safe yet, we still need to be careful and travel safely through the woods.” Your mother reminded you as Luna’s music drummed in your head and heart and energized you to the point you felt like you could run for hours and hours and never be tired. 
“Can you teach me the language of my heart now? To read and write in it?” You pleaded with your mother. 
“Yes. I will teach you everything I know. But first we must get to safety. But once we come to our new home, I will teach you how to read and write in Alqua and teach you things that that bastard never let me teach you. Nothing will ever hold us back again.” She reassured you which made you ecstatically happy.
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