#rip to the owl house and all the other good animated shows that were either canceled too soon or snapped out of existence

[sophiathetrainwreck]

god i wished i lived in the timeline where companies respected animation

#i hate the multiverse theory because that means there’s a version of me living her best life with all her cartoons still existing #watching the new owl house episode just makes me think of what we could’ve had #WE COULD’VE HAD A HUNTLOW CENTRIC EPISODE #rip to the owl house and all the other good animated shows that were either canceled too soon or snapped out of existence #tagging a shit ton of shoes that deserved better o7 #the owl house #toh #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #infinity train #inside job #close enough #final space #ducktales #dead end netflix #dead end paranormal park #animation #cartoon #cartoons

[hops-hunny]

Just a Flight Away

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Ilvermony!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Request N/A

Summary: Neville has a cutie who lives in America but no one seems to believe him.

Warnings: None! 

A/N: This isn’t a request but it’s based off of me rambling here and slightly off of the vibe telepatia by Kali Uchis gives off.

If there was one thing Neville was thankful was it was the absolute goddess he got to call his girlfriend. It was funny the way they first began talking to one another. (Y/n) had been trying to contact a friend at Hogwarts but after the long trip from Ilvermony to Hogwarts, her owl was quite exhausted and ended up bringing the letter to Neville instead. Neville saw the poor bird, giving it a bit of bird seed and water that he kept in the green house before he set off to find the rightful owner of the letter. Luckily he had 3rd period with the girl who thanked him before excitedly yanking the letter from his hands. When Neville went to go check on the owl, he saw that it had already left, leaving a heart shape in the bird seed.

After that day, Neville hadn’t really thought about the incident that much. Well, that was until he saw the same owl fly towards him with a letter in its mouth. He smiled fondly at it rubbing under its chin with his finger before going to give the letter back to the owl until he noticed it had his name on it.  He ripped it open, careful to not damage the envelope before reading the letter.

Dear Neviile,

Thank you so so so much for getting the letter to Gwen! Gwen is a good friend of mine who I had been missing dearly and if not for your kindness she would have never received my letter. 

As you may be able to tell from the seal on the letter, I attend Ilvermorny school of witchcraft and wizardry. I've heard of how grand and great the infamous Hogwarts is, is it true? How is England in general? I've never had the pleasure of traveling out of America.

Oh yes! The main point of this is as a thank you, I've attached a package of my favorite American sweets as a token of my gratitude. The package is enchanted which is why it's so small. To restore it to its original state, place it on a flat surface before tapping it with the tip of your wand.

Sincerely,

(Y/n) (L/n)

Neville felt his face grow warm at the girl's kindness. (Y/n). 'What a beautiful name..' he thought to himself before pulling out the galleon sized package from the envelope. He pushed aside a few plants on the table in front of it before placing the package down, tapping the top with his wand. He gasped, watching in amazement as he saw the package expand. Neville wasn't quite familiar with this enchantment, perhaps he'd ask her about it in his response. His cheeks turned a brighter red. Response?

Did she want to speak to him more? He didn't want to assume but by her letter and her asking questions, it made it clear that this wasn't the last exchange she wanted to have. Was this a prank? Were the Weasley twins up to this? There was only one way to tell. Neville reached a shaky hand forward, opening the package as he closed his eyes expecting something to pop out at him but when he opened his eyes there was nothing but a box of snacks he had never seen before. He let out a sigh of relief, ignoring the racing in his heart.

After that, Neville and the girl started to talk quite a bit. Months had turned into years and he couldn't have been happier. It felt nice to have someone he could talk to, someone far away from all the hustle and bustle of the castle. To her he wasn't the kid with unfortunate luck or the "cowardly" boy in Gryffindor. He was just Neville, her boyfriend. Neville, her kind boyfriend in another continent, far away. 

(Y/n) loved Neville just as much. It wasn't that she never had suitors approach her. In fact, she had quite a few. (Y/n) was what you could consider popular, not that she cared. She was kind, smart, and beautiful. Who wouldn't want that? However, she always felt like none of the men who'd approach her got her. They all just saw her as a beautiful woman instead of what she was, a normal girl deserving of love. That's why she liked Neville so much. No matter what he always treated her with the utmost respect and that hadn't stopped when they started to date either. 

When the two had first exchanged photos, Neville was stunned. He had been talking to that beautiful of a girl? He couldn’t believe it. It was as if Olivander himself had sculpted and carved her out of the best of wood. She had glowing (s/c) skin, soft healthy looking (h/c) (h/c) hair, and a smile that could compete with the sun on its brightest of days and win. And when he found out she was single? He would’ve been a fool not to make a move. Angels as sweet as (Y/n) didn’t come around that often. 

And although their relationship was as great as can be there was the underlying sadness: they lived across the world from one another. Every time either of them would see a couple hug or kiss in school, they’d feel a twinge of jealousy pierce their hearts. It wasn’t fair that the most perfect person in the world was off enjoying themselves in their respective countries. Although (Y/n) tried to ignore it, Neville was the type to bring it up. He’d describe in the most beautiful of words what he’d do if they were together. How he’d hold her in his arms and show her off to all of his friends. Where he’d take her on a date, the plants he wanted to show her as they were both herbology geeks. Meanwhile she’d end each of the letters discussing this topic with the same phrase as usual. ‘You know I’m just a flight away. If you wanna I could take a private plane.’ He could never ask that of her though. As much as he’d love everyday to be filled with his flower, he wouldn’t wanna rip her away from the things she had going on in her own life.

It wasn’t all bad though! After the girl had taught him the charm she used when she first sent him something, they both would send each other gifts back and forth as much as possible. Neville sent her sweaters with his scent embedded, charmed flowers, chocolate frogs, anything she wanted was hers. She’d send her own things to remind him of her as well. Her favorite stuffed animal, loads of photographs, little crochet hats she made for Trevor, more...unsavory things as well definitely not her underwear. Despite the increase in objects Neville owned, none of his friends had questioned it until he started to wear a necklace with a heart shaped piece of onyx on it with the letter (Y/f/i) carved into it.

“Oi! Neville. Where’d you get that necklace from?” Ron questioned his friend who sat across from him in the Gryffindor common room. The boys had all decided to study together which of course turned into Neville studying as they goofed off. Neville tensed as his cheeks heated up turning a pink color.

“O-oh um..it’s from my girlfriend.” He said, saying the last word as soft as possible. He prayed to Merlin that his friends hadn’t heard him but unfortunately for him they had. It wasn’t that he didn’t want anyone to know about her. It was far from that. He was just a bit protective, he didn’t want anyone to try and steal her from him. Even though it was impossible since they had no contact with her, he never knew when it came to his friends. They always found a way to make the impossible possible.

“What year is she in?!”

“Who is it?!”

“No way, is she fit?!”

He finished at the chorus of voices, trying to calm them down so he could speak. They all scooted closer to him, looking up at him expectantly. “Well you see..” he trailed off, looking away as he played with the pendant around his neck. “She doesn’t go here. She attends school in Ilvermorny. But to answer your question, yeah she is bloody fit.” he responded, turning his attention back to the scroll of paper in front of him. Dean, Ron, and Seamus exchanged a look with each other trying to suppress their laughs.

“Yeah I’m sure she does Nev.” Dean said sarcastically as he joined the other two in laughter. Neville looked up at his friends confused at their behavior.

“Yeah Nev, if your nan sent it you could’ve just told us! Better than saying you’ve got a girl halfway across the world.” Ron said, pushing the boy slightly as he continued to laugh at him. Seamus was doubled over, snorting with laughter as fire whiskey shot from his nose causing the other two to howl with laughter.

“It’s not from my nan! My girlfriend really did send it to me.” he exclaimed, smacking Ron on the back of the head, before doing the same to the other two men. “Besides, you have some fucking nerve accusing me of lying when none of you have birds yourself.” he sneered, causing the boys to quiet down some.

“So harsh Neville, you didn’t have to go there mate! Well what’s this ‘girlfriend’ of yours called.” Seamus asked, doing air quotes as he mentioned the topic at hand. “You’d think it was a bit strange too if your friend suddenly mentioned a girlfriend who lived all the way in the states too wouldn’t you.”

“(Y/n). And I’ll have you know this isn’t a new thing. We’ve been dating since around 2nd year. Sure, I’d find it a bit strange if you mentioned a girlfriend in America that you had never brought up prior, but I wouldn’t find it impossible! Now if you excuse me, I have to go.” he quickly stood up, packing up his materials as he stormed off to the direction of his dorm. He sped up, ignoring the protest and begging of his friends to come back and continue to hang out with them. He had enough of them and he wasn’t gonna sit there and let himself be called a fucking liar by Hogwart’s biggest ones.

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“Did you guys hear? Students from Ilvermony are supposed to be coming to visit!” Ron said, running up to the other four boys. “I’m just picturing how hot all the girls from the states are gonna be. All hot and leggy with those bloody accents. I could combust just thinking of it!” he exclaimed, flopping down on the couch. Neville gasped softly, looking up. Did he hear him correctly? 

“Where’d you hear that from? I didn’t hear anything of the sorts.” Hermione questioned, looking up from her book at the interesting news she had just heard. However, Neville was still frozen. Was this true? And if so, why hadn’t (Y/n) mentioned it. No, no it couldn’t be. She surely would have told him.

“I just overheard it from Dumbledore himself. They should be arriving in a few minutes! They’re staying here for a few months. It’s a part of this new thing that they’ve set up. Something about wanting the students to learn different methods and what not. They decided it’d be a good idea since summer is coming soon.” he said nonchalantly, looking over at Neville who hadn’t moved since the news left his mouth. He went to question what was up with him before his eyes lit up, recalling the conversation they had a few months ago. “Hey Neville? Didn’t your supposed ‘girlfriend’ go to Ilvermony.” the boys all suddenly interested began to ‘ooo’ exchanging looks with each other.

“See Neville, this is why you don’t lie. Lies will always come back to bite you in the rear. Perhaps Ronald i-”

“I wasn’t lying, Hermione! She really does go to Ilvermony.” he exclaimed, standing up as he wiped his hands on his pants. All of a sudden, there were the sounds of a bunch of American accents speaking which caught all of their attention. Many different students in Ilvermorny uniforms (some without them) roamed freely to explore the large and intense castle.

“God you weren’t kidding Ron, the girls are bloody fit.” Dean muttered, eyeing some girl who gave him a wink before giggling and running off with her friends. “Woah look at that one, are you kidding me? She’s a fucking goddess!” Neville’s curious hazel eyes followed his friend's words as he saw a familiar shade of (h/c) hair styled in the way his girlfriend wore it. Wait, was that his sweater? 

“That’s not just some fucking girl, that’s my girlfriend!” Neville exclaimed, standing up from his seat.

“No chance.”

“You couldn’t pick a more believable one?”

“Prove it then.”

Neville went to say something before the girl turned around, locking eyes with him. She gasped, tearing up some as she pushed through the crowd of people running to him as quickly as possible. “Nev! Neville babe, is that you?” she exclaimed. Neville’s face flushed brightly taking in the girl’s appearance. She had worn the first sweater he had given her, a mossy green sweater with an obscure pattern, with a pleated skirt pairing it with a pair of boots. Neville nodded his head quickly, holding his arms out as the girl ran into him almost knocking him over. He picked her up, spinning her around quickly before setting her down, holding her soft face between his hands.

“W-what are you doing here?! You never told me you were coming to visit!” he exclaimed, wiping at the stray tears that had left her eyes. He moved his hands from her face securing them around her waist as he stared down at her. God she was even more beautiful in person.

“I wanted to surprise you! I actually found out a few weeks ago and let me tell ya, it was SO hard not to tell you!” She giggled, reaching up to stroke his cheek. He leaned into her touch, smiling at her. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get even more handsome but bloody hell. You’re so fucking hot, Nev.” she said, feeling her face heat up. Neville flushed a bright red before leaning down, kissing the girl on the lips. She pulled him down more, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed back. The kiss was full of the love and affection they had both been craving from one another. (Y/n) tangled her hands in the back of his hair as he deepened the kiss, moaning softly. They both jumped away from one another at the sound of someone clearing their throat. “Ah sorry! Nev, are you going to introduce me to your friends?” she asked looking up at him as she intertwined his large hand with her smaller one.

“I suppose I will, even though for some reason they thought you weren’t real.” he quipped, glaring at the four boys who looked away ashamed. “From left to right there is Harry, Ron, Dean, and Seamus. And over there,” he said pointing to the big arm chair in the corner. “That is Hermione.” he said as they all muttered ‘hi’ and ‘sorry’ from some of them. (Y/n) giggled some, waving at them all.

“It’s very nice to meet you all! Nev talks about you guys all the time in his letters. Oh!” She said, eyes looking at his chest. She reached a hand forward, grabbing the engraved onyx in her hands. “The necklace I gave you!! You like it? I think it looks really good on you.” she exclaimed with a smile, happy her boyfriend enjoyed the gift she gave him. Neville once again looked at his friends chuckling some at their wide eyes.

“Of course I do, petal. I wear it everyday, everywhere I go. Right guys.” he teased, watching as they all stuttered out ‘yes ‘yep’ ‘sure does. “Come on flower, I’ll show you around the castle. I know you’ve been looking forward to that for a while. Also, you look quite cute in my sweater.”

“Thank you. I wear it quite often, even though the smell of you has worn off it still brings me good memories.” she said, playing with the slightly worn out sleeves of the sweater. “I’d love to!! Can we check out the greenhouse first? I wanna see that plant you were talking about. Maybe we can work on identifying what species it is!” he nodded in response, taking her hand once again as they began to walk off. Before they turned the corner, he quickly turned his head around using his unoccupied hand to flip off his friends before turning his attention back to his lover.

“Who would’ve thought? Longbottom with an absolute fox.” Ron said, slumping back down as he frowned. Hermione took the book she was reading smacking him upside the head.

“Maybe if you knew how to treat women you’d be with one too.”

#Neville Longbottom #neville longbottom x reader #neville x you #neville longbottom x you #neville x reader #harry potter imagines #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine

[purekesseltrash]

My Fic List

Whelp, decided I should do one of these.  I have mostly written for Hockey RPF and BNHA, as you have likely already seen!

My BNHA Fics

Bury Them Deep

- “Shouji Mezou's entire life has revolved around being a goalie and playing hockey since he was five years old. After being drafted in the third round in the NHL, Shouji has two more years of college before moving on to playing professional hockey like he's always wanted. Or at least like he always thought he wanted. An injury that ends his season throws him into a tailspin, forcing him to take a look at his life and how he is going to live it, especially after meeting his fascinating new goth history tutor.”

(This bad bitch is 81k total and is chock full of my red hot hockey takes and midwestern references.  I love it very much and it is a sweet baby.)

The Rooftop Necromancy series AKA my black metal band AU:

Downhill from Here 

- “ Hizashi just wants to tour the country with his best friends with their metal band in their shitty van like they've been planning for years. He'd successfully hidden his crush on one of them for years, after all, he would definitely be able to make this work and keep things fun and uncomplicated. Until Aizawa decided to start acting weird. “

(In which I take you all on a nostalgic trip to 2006-2008 metal culture and you can see the black metal love song that my dumb ass wrote.)

The Perfect Mistake

- “ It wasn't as though Hizashi had planned on breaking up with his boyfriend while they were on tour in a tiny cargo van with no room and no peace. He would have much rather preferred to do it when they were home and he could easily go and crawl back into his mom's basement. But he didn't have a choice. “

(As relationships tend to do, theirs goes through problems.)

Rooftop Necromancy

-"He’d even ended up leaning into the crowd when someone’s elbow had connected solidly with his nose and thrown him back. They’d gone quiet as Hizashi got himself up to his feet, ripped off his now bloody ‘Within Temptations’ tshirt from 2004, whipped his hair back from his face and screamed, “That’s what I’m FUCKING talking about.” into the mic.

They went wild for it, cheering as blood ran down his nose, past his mouth and dripped onto the stage, leaving him feeling like an otherworldly monster performing an occult ritual. Metal, he thought dazedly to himself, why in the fuck had he ever stopped doing metal."

(I hyperfocused so hard at the idea of Mic as a metal head that I wrote this in seven straight hours and WROTE THROUGH THE ATTEMPTED COUP ON DEMOCRACY WITHOUT KNOWING IT.  It’s a bit rough, but it’s got some good parts and it spawned the whole damn series.)

Hands Up

- "But of course he had, they had always been able to read each other and what they meant. That had often been their problem, if he was going to be honest."

(In which they figure their shit out.  Basically it was written when I was thinking alot about how my own mental health had evolved through the years.  It’s basically the story of two people who are both very good for each other and also very bad and how they deal with that.  It’s probably the most personally meaningful thing I’ve ever written.)

The other BNHA fics:

Waking Up With Ghosts

-"Hizashi opened his eyes to a world that belonged to ghosts. His headphones were gone and the gray, grimy world that he felt more than saw was muffled and still. This was bad, he hazily thought."

In which we follow Hizashi shortly after the events of 296. How he's found, how he finds out and how he has to tell.”

(I fished this one out of the garbage of my Google Docs because I’d written most of it and forgotten about it.  I dragged it out, prettied it up a little and threw it up on AO3.  It is by far my most well read BNHA fic, go figure.)

Leave Her Johnny

-”Captain Hizashi Yamada has combed the Seven Seas looking for the elusive smuggler Eraserhead. He has spent years searching for him, tracking his movements and trying to anticipate where he would be next. But he had never considered what would happen when he finally found him. “

(I wrote a paragraph of this and was immediately like ‘I MUST CREATE THIS’.  I take some chances writing wise in this as the whole thing is done in a Victorian Era ish style of writing.  But I think it’s effective and the ending is likely one of the best that I’ve ever managed.  I’m proud of it.)

Gold Rush

-”"That earned him a laugh and Mashirao’s smile made something in his chest ache, something that made him want to hurt. Why had he ever left?

“I’m really not,” Mashirao was saying but Shinsou just shook his head and kissed him once, twice and wished he could take the sunny afternoon and make it stay forever. Make it stay forever like Mashirao somehow had, while the neighborhood had adjusted without Hitoshi’s permission.

“You are,” he said, “And I love it.”

I love you, he should have said.  But as Mashirao’s eyes softened and the blonde pushed him back against the bed, Hitoshi knew he didn’t need to say it."

(You know how sometimes you listen to a Death Cab for Cutie song about gentrification over and over until a fic comes out?  Because that’s basically what happened here.)

Black Sun

‘"But then he remembered the way that Shouji had eaten the night after, one hand curled into his hair as he hung back in the corner. Shouji hid when something was wrong, like a wounded cat trying to find a dark place to either live or die and he was being released tomorrow. Now was the time to push or he’d find Shouji right back on his bed, staring at nothing."

Something happened to Shouji on the beach. Tokoyami is sure of it.‘

(Aaaaaand Death Cab for Cutie strikes again.  But heyo, my first published ShouToko and it is SOFTTTTT)

In the Far and Mighty West

Mic came closer and despite himself, Shouta could not find it in him to feel afraid. “You won’t understand, not really. I’ll try, though. I’m like Pecos Bill or Paul Bunyan or a jackalope or that fish that your friend caught that he swears he brought in but that you’ve never seen proof of. I’m the herd of dogies moving sweet and steady in the right direction, I’m no stragglers to worry about, I’m that perfect dog that’s there to keep them in line. I’m that group of good friends that you would kill for, I’m the woman who you’re dying to come home to, I’m that promised home of milk and honey. I’m Mic.”

Shouta stared at him dazedly and licked his lips, feeling drunk and stupid as he stared at the man. “You’re… magic?”

“I suppose you could call me that.”

(Cowboy!Erasermic.  Inspired heavily by American Gods and my own love of folk heroes.)

In Your Violence

- “'Mezou frowned, eyes narrowing. “Are you trying to say that you’re scared that I’ll be killed by having faith in you?”

“It would be in your best interest to stay away from me,” Fumikage finally said, his voice falling flat and quiet. “I am destined to be a monster.”

'Mezou gets the call he fears, the one that says that Fumikage has lost control again. But this time it's different, in more ways than one.”

(I listened to Silence by Marshmello until I went insane in this is the result.  Featuring some of my super depressing headcanons about Shouji!  But it’s not awful.)

My hockey fics that I still like:

Hufflepuff Halfwit  

- ““Zhenya, the wind is coming from the west, I will not remind you again. You shut that window before the house stinks of factories!” She snapped and Geno stared at the owl as though maybe it would know what to do. But instead, it had given a little hoot and wiggled inside, only to drop it’s letter on the counter.

He turned his head very slowly back to look at his mother, who had suddenly gone very quiet. “It… just showed up, Mama. And um. It brought a letter.” He waited again, looked back at the owl who had begun to nose at the pirozhkis in interest and then looked back at his mother with the best puppy dog eyes he had ever attempted. “Can I keep it?”

(This is a part of my hockey/Harry Potter au that still legitimately haunts my dreams.  It’s basically a Sid/Geno in Hogwarts but I really love the world building I got to do with Koldovstoretz, the Russian school of wizardry.  Don’t read ‘On the Word of a Slytherin’ though, I’m not as proud of that one.)

The Prince  

- “What the fuck.” Matt breathed out, sitting back heavily onto his hotel bed as he stared at his phone.

‘This is Henrik.’ The text read. ‘I would like to meet you. I will book a room in Pittsburgh at your convenience. Let me know what time will work for you.’  - 

(Listen, it’s Henrik Lundqvist/Matt Murray smut, I feel like that is novel and interesting and worth your attention.  I wax poetic on goalies in this, as you do.)

The Zoo of Toronto 

- “No one missed it when a massive porcupine had shuffled in between the reporters with a single minded focus, pushing media away until it was able to grip onto Phil’s suit pants and try to pull itself up. He hadn’t been able to do more then besides pick the animal up before it could shred his pants to shreds and walk out of the locker room before the decision had been made with the Toronto media.

Phil Kessel was guilty.” 

(Not gonna lie, this is probably my favorite of the hockey fics I’ve written.  And it’s Phil/Carl, which is never found anymore but it was a good pairing.)

#my writing

[rohad93]

Werewolf in the hospital

As far as Halloween’s go, this one could have been better for her. It wasn’t often she ended an evening sitting in the ER, dressed as a werewolf, with a broken nose, but she couldn’t say now that it didn’t ever not happen!

The night had started fun enough. She’d been out with Gus and Willow at a party being thrown at one of their college’s many fraternity houses. One that was affectionately referred to as the ‘Illusion coven’ around campus because of its many resident students that were known for their penchant for pranks and being able to disappear without a trace when the heat was turned up in response, as well as a large handful of their students that were also members of the school’s ‘magic appreciation club’.

They of course, always threw the best parties, especially at Halloween.

This one had been no different. The music and lights could be seen from about two blocks away. There was a long line of students waiting to get in the front door, but luckily for her and Willow, Gus was a member, which got them through the door instantly.

The place was jammed packed when they finally arrived and Luz could barely hear herself think over the music that was trying to vibrate her teeth right out of her skull, but that didn’t stop her from making a beeline straight for the dancefloor with her friends in tow for the first hour. Excessive amounts of energy made dancing the perfect activity for her, even if she generally lacked any grace or coordination.

It was weird to finally be at one of these raging school parties after all the ones she had been purposely excluded from in high school.

After four years of being an outcast in high school and spending most Saturday night’s alone, watching anime or writing fanfiction to fill her spare time, she hadn’t expected her social life to really take off in college, though ‘take-off’ might have been a strong word for it. She still only had a handful of friends, but it was still a far cry from how she’d been a loner in high school.

Leaving to go to college out of state had given her an opportunity to start new, though she was still the same old Luz she had been her senior year, there were so many more people at her college with varying interests and backgrounds than her small-town high school where everyone had known each other since grade school and pretty much stuck together from the first grade on.

You release one nest of spiders at nap time and suddenly you’re branded for life as ‘that weird kid’. She didn’t like to admit how much that had really bothered her when she was a kid, but it just became the norm as she got older. It didn’t stop her enjoying life as much as she could, even if she had gotten thrown out of prom her senior year for wearing an otter onesie.

It was still nice to actually have friends now, one’s she could study with in the library or just have lunch with and not blink an eye when she said something totally bizarre, or at least bizarre by most people’s standards.

Meeting Willow, her dorm mate, and then Gus through her, had been a lifesaver and through them, she had met other student’s, some of which she shared classes with, like Viney, who despite being an upperclassman was only now taking her English comp basics so they worked together on group assignments, she was funny and easy to get along with. It didn’t take long for Luz to count her, along with Gus and Willow as her closest friends.

Viney was also dating Emira Blight, one of the infamous Blight twins, who were also members of the ‘Illusion Coven’, so she knew Viney was probably somewhere here among the many bodies packed into the large house, though the chances of running into her were slim.

She wasn’t at all surprised to see the copious amounts of alcohol that was everywhere either, that was one thing about college that TV had gotten right. College students drank; a lot.”

She watched three students doing a keg stand till beer squirted out of the guy on the kegs’ nose.

She snorted, grinning to herself and showing off the mouthful of sharp canines she had spent a good hour in the bathroom getting molded to fit too her teeth. She was, of course, the definition of a broke college student, attending entirely on a full scholarship, cause when you don’t have anyone to hang out with, you might as well study, and it was finally paying off, but she still had little in the way of personal spending money given her measly paycheck from working part-time at ‘The Owl House’ An owl themed diner just off campus owned by the most eccentric woman Luz had ever met, did not make for the most extravagant costume. But she made do with an old red flannel, ripped jeans, and some dollar store pointed ears and face paint. She had splurged a little on the fake teeth, she’d reuse them next year, werewolf was a classic after all.

Despite her less than ideal paycheck, Edalyn Clawthorne, or Eda ‘The Owl Lady’ as she was known around town, was good to her, letting her eat and drink for free or study there when she wasn’t working, and honestly, Luz kind of wanted to be Eda when she grew up. She was self-assured and didn’t care what anyone thought about her, not to mention surprisingly foxy for her age.

“You guys want something to drink?” Gus yelled at her and Willow to be heard over the pounding music and voices.

“Is there anything without an octane rating?” Willow questioned, as she watched an upperclassman drinking something straight out of the bottle at maximum speed.

After all, she and Willow were only nineteen, and Gus seventeen, he was crazy smart and had skipped a couple of grades. Luz had never had much interest in drinking, despite Eda sometimes offering her a drink from her flask with the Owl etched into the side.

She didn’t even know what was in it, only that Eda referred to it as “Mama’s magic Elixir’. She always said no and Eda would shrug and tip it back till it was empty.

“There’s punch, but I’d still be careful. Chances are good it’s already been spiked.” He shrugged.

“No thanks,” Willow shook her head and turned to look at something, the glitter on the wings of her fairy costume catching the bright colored lights overhead. She still hadn’t figured out what Gus was supposed to be. He was wearing a long red tube with a smiley face on it and long sleeves that went down to the ground that he flung about in excitement.  

“I might take my chances on those snacks!” Luz shouted, eyeing the array of treats laid out on the table for the taking. She was willing to bet no one had spiked the cake and it looked really good from here. Gus grinned and Willow rolled her eyes, smiling. Anyone who knew Luz for any amount of time knew she had a voracious appetite and an even bigger sweet tooth.

“Yeah, okay, just don’t eat everything.” Gus laughed at her.

“No promises!” She grinned back before moving across the room, trying to slide between the bodies that packed every square inch of the place and get to the refreshment table. People were moving in every direction around her as the music blared and the lights flashed, it was a little disorienting actually, but she had her eyes on the prize.

She had just made it to the table when the crowd surged and sent her careening into someone else standing there, slamming into their back and making them spill their drink.

“Watch it, nitwit! A voice growled at her before stopping. “Oh, hi, Luz.”

Luz blinked, realizing who exactly she had just slammed into, and swallowed thickly.

Amity Blight, who she did not exactly start off on the best foot with when classes had started a few months ago but now had a much more friendly relationship with.

Amity Blight, the smart and talented girl she shared creative writing and literature appreciation with. Amity Blight, who Luz had a teeny, tiny, minuscule... huge, crush on.

Amity Blight, who was dressed prettily as a witch, complete with black and green striped leggings and a pointed black hat and, who she had just slammed into and spilled her drink on.

“Ah, I’m sorry, Amity!” Luz grimaced at the wet spot now in the middle of Amity’s black blouse.

“Oh, it’s okay, really, no big deal!” Amity waved a hand, snatching a napkin off the table and dabbing at the spot.

“You sure? I could go...get you something or…,” she started, unsure.

“NO, no it’s fine, really…,” she insisted and Luz frowned. She must have embarrassed the other girl, her face was tinged red as she wiped at the spot, and was trying not to look Luz in the eyes.

‘Mierda’ Luz cursed under her breath.

Clearly, Amity did not want to talk about the spill anymore, so Luz cleared her throat, drawing the young woman’s gaze.

“What are you doing here? You don’t strike me as the… party type,” she asked and Amity rolled her eyes and Luz’s chest seized up, wondering if she’d insulted her until Amity spoke again.

“I’m not, but my brother and sister are members here and all but forced me to come tonight,” she huffed. “I’d much rather be back in my dorm, studying for our quiz in lit appreciation Monday and not getting a headache from this music.” she frowned and Luz blinked.

“Oh, Mierda! I forgot about the quiz!” Luz slapped her hands to her cheeks and Amity blinked at her before laughing.

“It was written on the board yesterday and the professor sent out an email reminder this morning.”

“Ugh, I didn’t check my email today,” she groaned, squishing her cheeks.

“Well, you still have tomorrow to study,” Amity offered.

“There was so much material to cover though…” Luz groaned. “I’m not gonna sleep all weekend, I’m going to have to cram till I push out every memory of the third grade just to make room for it all.” She frowned, already thinking about all the coffee she was going to have to drink before Monday morning, and on Monday morning.

Amity was biting her lip, thinking, but decided to take the chance.

“You can come study with me. Only if you want that is!” she quickly finished, pushing a stray strand of dyed, half mint, green, half auburn hair behind one of her ears.

“Really?” Luz asked.

“Yeah, I was just about to get out of here anyway, I’ve had enough of the party…” she said, looking around at all the people crowded into the room.

“Yeah, I’d love to!” Luz jumps on the opportunity, cause why wouldn’t she. “Oh, I came with Gus and Willow…” she remembers her friends somewhere in the house.

“Oh…” Amity seems to deflate a little at that. “Maybe another time?”

“No, it’s all good! I’m just gonna go tell them I’m headed out. You, uh, wanna meet outside?” she asks and Amity is smiling at her again and Luz just wants to melt into a puddle on the floor as those amber eyes stare back at her

“Yeah, I’ll wait for you.”    

“Great! I’ll be quick,” she promises as she runs back out into the crowd, looking for her friends. It takes her about ten minutes to find them in the living room.

“Hye guys, is it cool with you if I head out?”

“Where are you going?” Willow questions her.

“I ran into Amity, who reminded me we have a quiz in lit appreciation Monday and I really need to study and she offered to study with me, so…” she trails off, seeing the look Willow is giving her. The horticulture student is very aware of Luz’s crush, despite her never really saying anything about it. She does not count gushing to the shorter girl about how smart and pretty Amity is as ‘saying anything about it’.

“Why would you wanna leave a party to study?” Gus makes a face and Willow smirks.

“I think it’s more about who she’s studying with…” she says knowingly and Luz blushes as Gus blinks at her, confused.

“It’s cool, Luz. Go study with Amity.”

Luz does not care for the knowing way Willow says the other woman’s names, with a teasing lilt, but she’s not concerning herself with that for now.

“Thanks, guys, I’ll see you later,” She calls, already running toward the front door.  

She doesn’t immediately see Amity, in fact, the yard in front of the house is empty, everyone inside.

Luz frowns, looking around. Did she get tired of waiting?

Her chest aches a little at the thought, shoulders slumping, and is just about to turn around and go back in the house when she hears something that does not match the thumping bass of the music inside, voices. She walks quietly around to the side of the house and peeks around the wall curiously, if college has taught her anything it’s that there are students making out anywhere at any given time and not to look too closely into dark corners where sounds are coming from.  

Her eyes widen as she spots Amity right away, her back is pressed against the wall and a guy dressed in a toga is standing in front of her, leaning down over her. He’s not particularly big, but he’s standing uncomfortably close with his hands wrapped around both of her wrists, hands fisted, Amity is scowling angrily up at him. Luz’s brows furrow between her eyes and she frowns, walking over quickly.

“I said let go!” Amity snaps, trying to rip her hands free from his grip and he’s so close she can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Come on, just a little kiss, it’s Halloween…” He leans forward and Amity turns her head away,  sneering.

“I don’t care if it’s fucking Christmas!” she snarled. “I said no!”

“Hey!” Luz shouts standing just a few feet away now. “She said no!” she growled, lips pulled back over her fangs.

“Luz!” Amity stares at her wide-eyed.

“This is none of your business bitch, go howl at the moon,” he slurred before turning back to Amity and yanking on one of her hands. She yelps in pain as he jerks her and Luz is moving forward before she even knows it and her fist is connecting with the side of his face.

He goes fumbling backward, releasing Amity as he stumbles to his butt in the grass.

“Santa mierda, eso duele!” she hissed, shaking out her screaming hand.

“Come on!” Amity grabs her other hand and starts to pull her away but then the guy is scrambling to his feet and coming at her with a strangled yell and Luz does the first thing she can think of, she uses their joined hands to yank Amity behind her and then the guy’s fist connects with her face and her world an explosion of pain and crunching noises.

She’s only vaguely aware of Amity screaming her name as her back hits the grass and everything goes black for a second but then she’s quickly pulled back to consciousness by his hand fisted into the front of her shirt and her fight or flight instincts kick in and she’s swinging wildly at his ugly mug as quickly as she can.

Her hands protest every hit that connects with his stone-hard face but she doesn’t stop and he’s swinging back, but she can hardly feel it over the constant pain radiating from her nose through her whole body.

She just clenches her eyes shut and keeps swinging, punching him as hard as she can, but then there are more voices and two large burly guys have him in a stranglehold, pulling him off her.

Amity had dashed back inside to grab the houses ‘bouncers’ standing just inside the door.

“Oh my god, Luz!” Amity holds her hands over her mouth as she kneels onto the ground next to her, looking over her face in horror.

“Ugh…” is all she can manage and then Amity is grabbing her hand and helping to her feet and dragging her across the yard, fumbling, panicked through her purse before finally pulling out her keys. She unlocks the passenger side door of a small black sedan and carefully pushes Luz into the passenger seat.

“Keep your head tilted back,” she says before closing the door and hurrying around to the other side, and jumping in the driver’s seat.

It’s only now that Luz realizes she can taste blood and reaches up to touch her top lip and pulls her hand back to see her fingers covered in the crimson liquid.

‘Well, that’s not good,’ she thinks, but it definitely explains why her face hurts so bad.

She tilts her head back but can feel it dribbling down her chin and neck as Amity pulls away from the curb, much faster than the speed limit, Luz is sure as the tires squeal.

She runs her tongue across her teeth and feels a distinct lack of a point and groans, making Amity glance at her.

“I think I swallowed one of my teeth…,” she mumbles more to herself but Amity’s pained expression turns into a grimace as they speed down the road.

Which was how she found herself sitting next to her crush in the ER with her head tilted back and the front of her once white shirt stained crimson as her nose continues to bleed.

Halloween is apparently a very popular time for injury because it’s crowded and takes two hours for someone to see her, while they wait Amity fills out her paperwork for her.

“Birthday?” she asks glumly, and Luz tells her. She hasn’t said much since they left the party, she looks miserable, and that’s coming from someone who is doing their best impression of a fountain with her nose. She can’t stand that face Amity is making. “Allergies?”

“Lactose intolerant, so no milk IV’s,” she jokes, despite the incredible pain in her face. Amity starts to write but then stops, blinking, before turning to look at her grin.

“How can you joke? You just got beat up… because of me.” she frowns.

“No, I got my block busted because some guy was being a pendejo.” Luz frowns. “It wasn’t your fault, and I wasn’t just going to stand there and let him….do whatever he wanted!” she scowled, throwing up a hand.

Amity is looking at her with an unreadable expression, but before she can say anything they are calling her back.

“Oh goody, my turn.”

It takes forty-five minutes for them to tell her that her nose is broken, which she could have told them when she caught sight of herself in a mirror, a bloody mess and her nose pushed to the side at an odd angle. No wonder Amity had been so panicked and run all those red lights.

Putting it back in place is… not fun, and then the doctor stuffs gauze in her nose and splints the outside, telling her she needs to keep the gauze in for a week and then sends her on her way with a prescription for antibiotics and some mild painkillers.

Amity is waiting for her when she comes out.

“What did he say?” she stands as Luz walks back out into the waiting room and frowns at the splint on her face.

“It’s broke.” she shrugs and Amity grimaces as they walk out back to the parking lot.

“I am so sorry, Luz.” Amity frowned. “If I’d just…”

“Hey,” Luz cut her off, she wasn’t having any of that. “I told you, it’s not your fault, technically, I started that fight… didn’t win it, but I started it,” she laughed to herself.

“You are surprisingly chipper for someone who just got their nose broken…” Amity can’t help but smile a little at the other woman’s cheery disposition.

“It’s not the first time I’ve broken something you know. The first time someone helped me along, but hey! Besides, I helped you, and that’s good enough for me.” She smiled as they stopped next to Amity’s car. Amity has a small smile on her face as she unlocks the car. “I hope this is healed up by thanksgiving or my mom is going to have a cow…,” she mumbled as an afterthought. Amity giggled to herself.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

The drive is mostly quiet until they pull up into the parking lot in front of Luz’s dorm building. Willow is probably already back in their room.

“Do you think this will get me out of the quiz Monday?” Luz wonders aloud as she unbuckles and Amity laughs.

“Doubtful... but…, if you’re up for it, I feel like I should at least treat you to breakfast or something for what you did… we could study after?” she offers.

Luz blinks at her, finally realizing what exactly is going on. She was certain before when Amity had asked her to study that she was just being nice, but the way she looks now, fingers tapping anxiously on the steering wheel and glancing at Luz out of the corner of her eye, she finally catches on and curses how oblivious she is at times.

“Like… a date?” she asks uncertainly and Amity flinches.

‘Y-Yeah.” she jerks her head in a nod and Luz is silent for a few seconds too long it seems. “If you don’t want to…!”

“No! No I do, want to go on a date with you, yes!” Luz nods, too fast, it makes her nose throb.  

“Really?” now Amity is turned to look at her, eyes wide, with a hopeful glint.

“Yes, absolutely.” Does she sound too eager? Probably, but she does not care, especially when Amity’s face lights up with that adorable little smile she’s seen on her face once or twice before in class when they talked and now she feels even dumber for not catching on quicker.

They plan for Amity to pick her up here at nine tomorrow morning and then Luz opens the door, but Amity stops her.

“Thank you, Luz… I don’t know what might have happened if you hadn’t shown up...” Amity says finally.

“Amity Blight, I will be your fearless champion anytime you need me too!” she declares, a fist on her chest. The bandages and bloodstains, as well as her nasally stuffed up voice, diminishes the gesture some, but Amity smiles adoringly at her none the less.

She hesitates a second before reaching across the console to lay a hand gently on Luz’s cheek before leaning forward to quickly kiss the other. Luz’s face erupts in red as her heart hammers in her chest.

“My fearless champion,” she agrees, cheeks a bright pink.

Luz’s face erupts in a grin.

Maybe the evening started poorly, but she can’t find it in herself to mind one bit.

#Halloween #Lumity #Luz Noceda #Amity Blight #Willow park #Gus Porter #fic #toh #the owl house #gay

[icymapletree]

#11: lost

i’ve paid the cost of being lost

Read on Ao3

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The sun was setting over the layers of thick foliage. Peter had Morgan on his hip, and she was shaking with silent sobs, yet no tears left her eyes. Peter tried to avoid letting his anxiety reach his face, but it could be seen in the way he stumbled a little when he walked.

The sky was turning a crimson purple, the pair losing their only hope of direction. Peter looked toward the sun that was causing rays of light to stream through in beams, mentally noting where it fell in the sky. The sun rose in the east and set in the west - or was it rose in the west or set in the east? That way was west, right?

Even knowing the cardinal directions didn’t help. Peter couldn’t tell you which way the house the house was. He knew there was no way that they could be south of the house - they didn’t walk past the lake - but that still left three directions to choose from. 

“We’re going to go north, okay, Morgie?”

“I’m so sorry, Petey,” she choked.

“It’s not your fault baby, not your fault.”

“I wanted to hide in the forest for hide and seek,” she whispered.

“We just went a little too far, that’s all,” he responded softly, leaves crunching beneath his feet as he walked. The realization sunk in worse than before, now that the sun was setting - he had no web shooters, no suit, no phone and no watch. 

Morgan tucked her head into the crook of his neck, and Peter brought her in tighter. Branches creaked in the light wind, sometimes jerking with the weight of an animal. 

Shadows stretched taller in the setting sun, and Peter had to remind himself that everything was so much darker for Morgan, so much larger and so much scarier. He couldn’t let his fear show if he wanted to keep her less afraid. He pressed a kiss to her little cheek, pulling back her dark hair. 

“We’re gonna get home, okay?”

She nodded, tucking herself in deeper. 

Branches snapped as he walked, and owls hooted beyond where they could see. The wind was blowing roughly like sandpaper, causing dirt to pelt his back.

The sun didn’t set all at once, but as soon as they were fully enveloped in darkness, it sent shivers down their spines. Each little rustle had Peter jerking his head to find out what caused it. 

The leaves were wet with fresh rain and the scent left an acrid feeling in their noses. Warm colors muddled together on the forest floor, being dimmed by dirt. 

They ventured on.

Eventually, Peter saw a halo of artificial light in the distance. It was too much to be the cabin, but it was light regardless. The trees parted way for a building and giant glowing sign that read the prices of gas. All they needed to find inside was a phone. That’s it.

“Look, Petey,” she whispered, pointing at the gas station. It was a square building with the old timey gas pumps that had been white at some point, but were now dirty with neglect. Weeds darted up from the cracks in the concrete, some blooming with dying flowers.

“I see it. Why don’t we go see if there’s anyone there? Maybe they can help us.”

“But what if they want to hurt us?”

Peter placed a hand on the back of her head and remembered when the poor girl had to go through ransom training. He was there for it, saw the way her eyes glazed over with fear. She looked similar now, face made pale under the moonlight.

“They probably don’t. If they do, I’ll kick their asses.”

Morgan gave a small smile, but it was ruined by nerves running rampant in her eyes.

They walked toward the gas station that had a single long street in front of it, lit by a single light. Trees lined either side. The only place void of the thick wilderness was the gas station itself.

A neon open sign glowed in the window, and that was good enough for Peter. His heartbeat thud in his ears. What if he was bringing Morgan directly into danger? 

But if he left, what if he was missing an opportunity to get home?

He pushed the door open, a bell jingling as he did so. The air was dank inside, and the store walls were crawling with mold. The shelves that would normally hold snacks were barren. A man with a crooked smile and yellowing eye whites tilted his head at their entrance. 

A cold tingle, like dripping water, ran down Peter’s neck. Everything in his body was screaming to leave, yet his feet stayed planted on the cracked tile floor. There was a single warm light behind the man, illuminating the way he scratched his peppered beard. He wore a trucker’s hat and a ripped camo jacket.

Morgan’s grip on his sweatshirt tightened, and Peter tried his best to put on a brave face. The little girl was shaking now, nearly vibrating as her breath quickly entered and left her lips. 

“Hello, little ones,” the man’s gruff voice huffed out, “How may I help you?”

Peter cleared his throat. “Do you have, uh, a phone or something we could use?”

“Lost?” he asked, his eyes narrowing and his smile growing.

“Yeah, just need to,” Peter sniffed, “call our father.”

Silence set over them. The only noise that could be heard was the howling wind outside and the hum of the electric bug trap.

“Petey,” Morgan whined, “I want Daddy.”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” he said softly in her ear.

“I’ve got a phone in the back,” the man said, “Let me go get it… Peter.”

Peter’s hardened stare didn’t leave the man as turned the corner.

“I want down,” Morgan said, tugging on Peter’s sweatshirt.

“No, no, I’m not gonna let you down right now,” Peter said, voice shaky. He tuned his hearing so he could hear whatever the man was saying in the back.

“I’ve got Stark’s kids, you’re clear to come in and take them -”

The words didn’t register, because Morgan spoke again.

“I’m gonna get sick,” Morgan proclaimed in a weak voice, tugging more anxiously now and kicking against Peter’s grip. Peter carefully set her down, kneeling to her level and rubbing circles in her back as her chest heaved and she put a hand over her mouth.

His eyes kept darting around, keeping aware of his surroundings when his body betrayed him and did the only thing he didn’t want it to do. 

Peter’s nerves were electric with warning, having no control over himself when he flipped backwards over someone behind him - leaving a clear path to Morgan as her lunch spilled itself over the floor. 

The woman behind him rushed forward, enveloping the girl in her grip. Blonde hair poked out  from under a black ski mask, and pale, veiny hands stuck out from under a black sweater. 

Seeing this stranger with Morgan lit something primal inside him, he ran forward with his eyes closed, fists flying, only registering it when a sinister snap filled the room. The woman fell limp to the floor with a dull thud. 

Peter fell to the floor with her, bringing the dead woman closer to his chest. Her jaw was slack and blood rushed from her nose, eyes, face. Empty sobs left his mouth.

“No,” he whimpered, yanking off the mask and staring into her lifeless blue eyes. He shook her a little bit, begging, praying for any sign of life.

“No,” he said, louder this time. He frantically looked up, seeing the man at the counter slack-jawed with widened eyes.

“Call for help! Please!” Peter bawled, guilt and regret written in the lines of his scrunched face.

“Petey?” Morgan asked quietly, in a pool of her own sick, fear scaring away every other emotion that was showing on her little face. The fear was different this time. She wasn’t scared for her life. She was scared of him, of what he could do. 

“I’m sorry,” Peter pleaded, looking at his hands as tears burned his cheeks, wiping the dirt away in tracks.

“You freak!” the man barked.

“I’m so so sorry,” Peter said, at Morgan this time. He heard the clicking of a gun being cocked, and when he looked up to the man again, he saw the end of a gun.

“You freak,” the man said again, shaking his head and pulling the trigger.

#13 nights of halloween #irondad fic' #peter parker #morgan stark

[shirewalker]

a bunch of tag games

I have sooo many tag games to do. I’ll do a bunch under the read more and tag a handful of folks to do it if they feel like it. Ofc, it’s just like the last time I did this. Do only the ones you want to do, do all, or none! :D

tagging...

@ohmystarsy @theleiaskywalker @captainvkirk @kestrel-of-herran @newrcmantlcs @becpunzel @akivas @williamsherondales @frodobaggins @darkvlings @jediknightrey @mionies

1.

the rules: answer the questions and tag five people!

tagged by @lilabard​ <3

5 Things You’ll Find In My Bag

wallet

a book

water bottle

snack

phone

5 Things You’ll Find In My Bedroom

books

clothes

framed art

stationery

bed

5 Of My Favorite Things

books

music

stationery

art

letters

5 Things I’m Currently Into

inktober

the good place

watching old fave movies

nikolina (when am I NOT into them tho??)

dreading the coming of nanowrimo because I’m Chidi rn and can’t DECIDE!!

5 Things On My To-Do List

get a job/get a steady income with my shops lol

finish reading shadowsong

work on inktober

finish commissions information so I can start taking them

contact possible reps for shop

2. 

tagged by @mionies​ <3

Nicknames: Vee Gender: Female 🌟 sign: pisces Height: 154cm Time: 18:25 Birthday: March 14th Favorite bands: McFly, Little Mix, Hurts Backstreet Boys, Broods, etc Favorite solo artists: Taylor Swift, Caro Emerald, I don’t remember other solo artists rn xD Song that’s stuck in your head: ...nothing. woah it’s a rare moment you guys!! Last movie I watched: Freaky Friday. I think it was the first time I watched it completely in one go. I’ve always caught just bits here and there xD Last tv show I watched: The Good Place Why I created this blog: I saw Tom Fletcher talking about it (I think lol, it was in 2010... xD) got curious and created it. I think. I don’t remember xD What type of content I post/reblog: Bookish stuff, fave movies, art, etc. Last thing I googled: Michael Bublé. I saw him on the news but there was too much noise to know WHY he was quitting music. I hope things get better for his kid <3 Other blogs: booklr - @coverbound​ || The 10th Kingdom - @imgoingtodieoflonghair​ Why I chose my url: I love Star Wars and LOTR. And the Skywalkers and the Shire are my faves. So I threw them together xD I follow: bit over 150 folks Followers: bit over 2850, in search of a curse-breaker to help me with this number lol Lucky number(s): don’t have any? just fave numbers... 3, 14... *shrugs* Colours i’m wearing: red and black xD Last book I read: The Rose and the Dagger <3<3<3<3 Top 3 universes: Harry Potter, Star Wars, Tolkien.

3.

tagged by @darkvlings​

write your top 10 favorite male characters (each can be from different fandoms but not required) in no particular order (the tough game of choosing faves)

nikolai lantsov (tgt)

harry potter (hp)

frodo baggins (lotr)

luke skywalker (sw)

chidi anagonye (the good place)

sarkan (uprooted)

wolf (the 10th kingdom)

westley (princess bride)

prince naveen (the princess and the frog)

derrick (the falconer)

4. 

tagged by @captainvkirk​ <3

Rules: Bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR: I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE: I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans • I play an organized sport  • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season • My radio is always playing (does spotify count)

WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I sleep past midday most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors, not words

EARTH: I wear glasses/contacts • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian• I have an excellent sense of time • My humor is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER: I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally

5.

tagged (again lol) by @captainvkirk

Tag game! Tag 5 things about yourself that people might not know about you. 

I’m really small. 154 cm small

I’ve never been kissed/been in a romantic relationship. Local cave troll lol

I used to collect Barbies but with the economical crisis this collection has been put on hold sadly.

I hate beans with all my heart

Two of my dream jobs as a kid were archaeologist and wedding dress designer. If the chance to do either presented itself rn, I’d go for it, ngl.

6. 

tagged by (again) @captainvkirk xD

Reblog with your favorite candy, favorite monster, whether or not you expect to die a violent death.

anything by Lindt. their chocolate is THE BEST

vampires :3

gosh I hope not D:

7. 

tagged again by @lilabard <3

rules: bold what you prefer and tag 10 people! (let’s go with what I’d do if presented with chance with stuff I’ve never done. some of these are very usa-typical)

1. go apple picking vs. go on a hay ride 2. scary vs. sweet 3. sweaters vs. boots 4. socks vs. mittens 5. bonfires vs. football 6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies 10. rain vs. fog 11. black cats vs. owls 12. ghosts vs. wizards 13. harry potter vs. halloweentown   14. go hiking vs. sleep in 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16. reading vs. writing 17. hot chocolate vs. tea 18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples 20. blankets vs. pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22. coffee vs. apple cider 23. red leaves vs. orange leaves 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie                                           27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes (I have no idea, haven't had any) 28. coats vs. oversized sweaters 29. beanies vs. berets 30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 31. s'mores vs. apple crisp 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33. corn maze vs. haunted house 34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

8. 

tagged by @darkvlings again 

Take this full patronus quiz >>> I got Badger

I thought I had more lol. oh well xD

#tag games

[weretigerkun]

Tag Games, 2 in 1

long post under the cut

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions. 

Tagged by @nekojimaxosamew and @looking-for-stray-dogs ahhh, thank you ;w; 1. coke or pepsi: i dislike both but coke is better 2. disney or dreamworks: disney? 3. coffee or tea: tea!! 4. books or movies: books 5. windows or mac: windows. if u make me use mac i get so confused. i dont even know how to scroll down lol 6. dc or marvel: marvel 7. x-box or playstation: i dont play video games so i really dont know... 8. dragon age or mass effect: ... pls see above answer 9. night owl or early riser: night owl, absolutely. 10. cards or chess: cards 11. chocolate or vanilla: vanilla! 12. vans or converse: converse bc they are the COMFIEST thing 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: ????? lavellan sounds pretty. like lavender 14. fluff or angst: reading fluff but writing angst 15. beach or forest: forest! 16. dogs or cats: cats! who would i be if i chose otherwise 17. clear skies or rain: can it just be cloudy lol 18. cooking or eating out: cooking is healthier and cheaper but i enjoy eating out bc ... yeah its fun 19. spicy food or mild food: mild 20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: christmas 21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold, bc i'd rather be always chilly than always angry :---) 22. if you could have any superpower, what would it be?: does mind control count just so i can conveniently get through life lol... if it doesnt, teleportation! 23. animation or live action: this... is difficult 24. paragon or renegade: ??? 25. baths or showers: showers 26. team cap or team ironman: team cap ;w; 27: fantasy or sci-fi: sci-fi 28. do you have three or four favorite quotes, if so what are they: this is... difficult... i dont usually have favorite quotes. let me update this when i hve access to all my books again

29. netflix or youtube: youtube 30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: harry potter! i’ve never read any rick riordan books lol 31. when you feel accomplished: ....um, finishing something and actually being proud of it maybe 32. star wars or star trek: never watched star trek 33. paperback or hardback: paperback bc hardback is so heavy 34. horror or rom-com: horror, esp psychological~ i hate pointless gore films but im not a romcom fan either (bc so rarely is it done well, but as a fanfic author you know i still love romance lol) 35: Tv shows or movies: movies (unless anime counts lol) 36. spotify or pandora: spotify. rip 8tracks 37. zootopia or inside out: ZOOTOPIA IS MY DAMN JAM OKAY NOW WHEN WILL THEY MAKE MARXISM FOR KIDS THE MOVIE 38. dragons or unicorns: DRAGONS omg i loved dragons as a kid i even had a book about dragons and wanted to be a knight when i grew up lmao 

i’m not tagging anyone for this bc look at how long that is... also everyone’s done it already i think :D

YES THIS NEXT ONE IS A GOOD ONE I LOVE HEARING THESE THINGS ABOUT OTHERS AND SHARING THEM TOO

tagged by the dear @pengwenno

1. Are you named after someone?

no. my parents just really liked the name and thought it was pretty ;w; frankie isnt my full name of course

2. When’s the last time you cried?

oh damn.... early this week AHAHAH

you know that zodiac meme post that goes “virgo: pretends theyre not affeced but will cry at night” thats me bitch

3. Do you like your handwriting?

i think i do :D it’s very messy and sometimes hard to decipher but other people say it’s nice 

4. What’s your favorite lunch meat?

mmmhmhm everything give me all the protein 

5. Do you have kids?

no and i dont plan to ... do you honestly trust me with raising another human being? also, imagine saving all that money to go on trips abroad and travel and buy stuff aaaah

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with yourself?

no bc that bitch needs to get herself together

7. Do you use sarcasm?

i use it a lot and even when im being very quiet and polite in front of older people or authority sometimes it slips out too :---)

8. Do you still have your tonsils?

yes

9. Would you bungee jump?

no bc im a scaredy cat who would probably cry

10. What’s your favorite kind of cereal?

the ones with mixed nuts

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

only if im really in a rush

12. Do you think you’re a strong person?

no i am the weakest

13. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?

vanilla, matcha, avocado... i cant choose 

14. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

clothes usually (and i have eye contact problems kajdf; i promise i dont mean to be rude i just hate making unnecessary eye contact bc it makes me so uncomfortable)

15: Red or pink?

red especially burgundy~ but pink is cute too, as long as its light or pastel

16. What’s the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself?

EDIT: oh wait PHYSICAL THING omg i misread

maybe my gross baby hands like theyre so small and chubby... not cute or feminine at all :(

17. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now?

purple pajamas and no shoes bc I SHOULD BE GETTING READY TO LEAVE BUT INSTEAD IM ANSWERING THIS THING 

18. What’s the last thing you ate?

buchi for dessert 

19. What are you listening to right now?

white noise of construction

20. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

maybe dark blue

21. Favorite smell?

???? idek. bread.

22. Who’s the last person you spoke to on the phone?

i dont remember

23. Favorite game?

alice: madness returns

24. Hair color?

dark dark brown

25. Eye color?

whoops you guessed it: brown

26. Do you wear contacts?

no, my eyes are too dry for them

27. Favorite food to eat?

barbecue... sushi... japanese sweets.... bread

28. Scary movies or comedy?

comedy

29: Last movie you watched?

oh fuck i dont remember either.....

30. What color shirt are you wearing?

gray

31. Summer or winter?

i hate summer with a passion okay and i would probs die in winter but winter

32. Hugs or kisses?

hugs ;w; 

33. What book are you currently reading?

the haunting of hill house

34. Who do you miss right now?

mmm lets not answer this question

35. What’s on your mouse pad?

no mouse pad

36. What’s the last TV show you watched?

jimi ni sugoi

37. What’s the best sound?

soft rain, soft conversation, tinkling of glasses

38. YouTube mashups or ambient noise?

ambient noise

39. What’s the farthest you have ever traveled?

london

40. Do you have a special talent?

i can move my ears ahahha

41. Where were you born?

metro manila

42. People you’d like to participate in this survey?

@magicalgirlmafu (idk if u have answered thsi huhuhu it seems different from the other one) @nekojimaxosamew @shiori-reiko @lunajpg @empathique @chazuketiger (if you’re comfortable with these things?) @looking-for-stray-dogs

no pressure to answer okay!!

#personal txt #about me #about #what was my tag again #oh my youre all so wonderful #i love hearing about you all and sharing this stuff too

[tallteal]

Y'know that story I started a long ass time ago

Here's a revised version, with MORE STUFF!!! ~I wanna be your water-water witch~ (Time period: \_0>0_/ ) "Oh come on," I mutter to myself, looking down at the lake. It had recently started growing, this year's rains coming more and more heavy. As I look, small rings start to form and grow, water hitting the surface. Well then, I guess I won't be able to go fishing today. I hadn't been able to for a week, and it's the best escape from my parents. More my mother, but that's irrelevant to the situation at hand. I turn back, intending to leave the lake and go home. My feet pull at the gravel along the side, and I silently wish for a new pair of shoes as I feel some sharper rocks push at the soul of my shoe. No use complaining about it, I just didn't have the time to go and sell some of my other things to get new essentials. I know a good amount of people who would die for some of the shells I collected over the years of making my way to the water. Speaking of shells, as I look around I see a few. Might as well get something from this trip? I kneel down, picking up the larger of the two in front of me, rotating it in my hand. Rather nice one, with a dark ring around its center. Good thing it's empty, otherwise I'd be dead. I put it in the small bucket I brought with me, intended for fish, and look to the other. It's a red one, rather nice too. I can't remember any animals in the area with a red shell like this, long, cone shaped and with a wide brim. I've seen ones like it, just not red. Might be some sort of anomaly, making it just the more valuable. Gotta find a use for it that's not crushing it up for pigment though. Into the bucket with you, pal. I stand again, feeling the rain hitting my back. I should go before I get soaked, the cold of water is never nice in the fall. I walk quickly through the woods, hand on my dagger. Yes, mother might not want me alive, but she certainly didn't want me dead by fae or something of the ilk. That would result in being cursed, and if there's anything she believes in more than "children are property of their parents", it’s curses. I just believed in the fae simply because they're real. Killed many around me, including little Luna. Whoop, pushing that to the back of my memory again. It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault. While pushing through the mantra I'd used for nearly a year and a half, I feel a stick snap beneath my feet. If they didn't know I was here they surely do now, I'm effectively dead at this point. Show no signs of fear, Amilla, none. I keep moving, focusing on the path in front of me and keeping my hand on my dagger. I'd had it there the whole time, for all they know I could be just preparing for a possible wolf attack. That's a normal thing to not want to happen, it's something they of all should understand. Calm down, breathe and focus on the path. That’s all you've gotta do to make them not speak to you. Even if they do, you've got sand in your pouch, throw that and run before any others come out. Only got one pouch. Only one, nine hells what if there's more then one of them? Hope they see the sand too. That's what you do. 'Ve got an iron dagger too, use that if you have to. Only if you HAVE to, though. Have to. "One, two, three, four, five steps. One, two, three, four, five steps more. One, two-" I start muttering to myself, the feeling of my mouth moving enough to calm me, even if just slightly. I stand with my back slightly,straighter, looking around as I quietly speak to myself. A small movement catches on the corner of my eye, and I start to walk just a little faster. I'll be fine. 100% A-okay. Stop worrying. I start to feel the slight burn on someone staring at the back of my head, and mentally wish it's just a bird. Owl, maybe? They're not normally up at this time, but I have seen the stray few still out. As I move up to the end of the path, finally exhaling a breath I'd not realized I was holding. Soon it creeps back up on me, though. Seeing the small town, within it my... no, my mothers small home. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, living room, and a kitchen. No dining table, just our rooms. As I approach the village, a few venders wave and ask me how the water was, full knowing that it was already raining rather hard. Formalities, sometimes it just seems rude. I make it up to the houses amongst the shops, looking around before stepping into one. Hair soaked, clothes nearly as wet, I look around to see that she's not home. Not yet, anyway. My shoulders relax, and I walk down to my room, bucket of shells in hand as I open the door. “No…” I mutter, looking at my clean clothes scattered about the floor, every drawer open and ransacked. Nine hells, a few of my shells were broken and scattered about. “No, no no no this can't be… She couldn't have, wouldn't have…” I hear myself say, fully aware that she could and has before. I dash to start cleaning, this place can’t be a mess when she gets back. That would just make my life worse. Feeling tears start to move down my face as small sharp bits of the beautiful shells I owned poke at my hands. I try to shake off the shirts most covered in them. These were my good clothes, the ones without stains or rips, and she just pulled them apart like it was nothing. Soon, my eyes hit a flash of color, a dark purple dress. I start to cry, fully aware this time, looking to the one thing aside from my collection that I truly owned. Ripped in two, holes torn along the sash, a once long flowing color now torn at the seams and broken. I go back to cleaning, hoping she doesn't get home before me. Praying she stays out for a few more hours, hopefully days. She’s left for longer before, it’s the least I could hope. After some time, the place is relatively clean. Going to need to sweep and start washing all of my now dirty clothes, and I look back down to the dress. All it is now, just spare fabric, about enough to make a bag I could throw over my shoulder. It would be helpful if I ever decided to run, though, and I stow it into one of my drawers again. I look out my window, seeing the empty path. I sigh, starting to put the unbroken or at least less-broken shells back onto the many shelves in my room. I hide the new ones under one of the many loose floorboards, next to my emergency supplies. Bandages, cloth, some salves, and a good supply of money. My money. The thought of it just makes me nearly grab it and go now, but it's not enough. Not yet, anyway. Putting back the board, I look back outside to see not my mother walking to the door, but a Teen. Who would want anything to do with my family? We’re not even liked much in the town. Not hated, either, which honestly just made this more confusing. Before I could start to think more, he looks over and sees me. Guess there's no hiding in the corner my room this time. He walks to the door, eyes still on me, and knocks. I walk out of my room, silently wishing I had grabbed something sharp from there, and move to the front door. I take in a breath, and open it. “What do you want?” I ask, my voice coming out a lot sharper than I intended. Nearly always did, unfortunately. “I haven't been greeted like that before,” the guy says, and I roll my eyes. Of course he's sarcastic. “Now, I’m just wondering what you were doing out by the shore. Didn’t even head out and try to fish, whats with that?” I take a step back, hand still on the door. How did he know? There was no one out by the lake with me, or even around there in the woods. Definitely not this kid, I’d have recognized him. Red hair, dark skin that still seemed to have freckles, the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. For the Gods’ sake, this boy was one of the most odd amalgamation of colors I’ve seen. Green shirt, grey pants, and a dark blue rain jacket. It makes sense, but his hood isn't even up in the pouring rain, and his hair is still dry, even if that was impossible. “How do you know that?” I ask, nearly glaring at him. “Not even going to invite me in? It's raining pretty hard out here,” He comments, clearly annoyed, “and I know a lot people don’t think I should know. Come on, I don't want to get soaked out here.” “Alright, but if my mother comes home you’ll have to sneak out the back. I’m not allowed guests.” With that, he pushes his way past me inside, getting my shirt even more wet on his way. I roll my eyes, pointing to one of the chairs in the room, “Just take one for now, I don’t want the couch to get soaked.” “Alright, alright. No need to be so careful,” He says, holding up his hands before pulling one of the wooden chairs to the side. “I do in fact need to be so careful” I think, slightly annoyed with the boy. Who did he think he was? He just came up here asking me about what I do on my free time, then nearly insults me for not instantly letting him inside. What person in their right mind would do that? “Girl, you don't need to worry about that wench that lives here too, she’ll be gone for a few weeks.” “How do you know? My mother is one of the most unpredictable people to exist,” I tell him, angered by his knowledge of seemingly everything. “I’ve got good ears,” He simply says, and i can see the smirk starting to form on his face, “You expect someone like me not to listen?” “I don’t know what someone like you is like,” I mutter, but if he really does have a good ear he’ll hear it. And by the change in his expression, he does. “You mean you don’t…” He looks down at his hands, before laughing, “Ohhh, right the glamor. Thanks for reminding me, I was wondering why I couldn’t do as much as I normally could.” “Gl-” I stop, feeling the blood drain from my face. Only two things i knew of could do glamors, only one on themselves. “Now, Don’t go reaching for that sand on your belt,” He says, face returning to that smug look, “that's just a myth.”

#find this tag #I wanna be your water water witch #my story

[tempestuous-cosplay]

Flower Asks

Alisons: Sexuality?

Demi-romantic poly-pansexual.

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender?

They Them non-binary 

Amaryllis: Birthday?

July 20!!!!! Gunna be 25

Anemone: Favorite flower?

Can’t choose. But its something blue, purple, or red. I really like Hydrangeas and Narcissus flowers.  

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show?

Brooklyn 99, Avatar the Last Airbender, MeatEater

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger?

Depends on whats needed. 

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?

ah, man, i don’t fuckin know. Probably the line “Change IS nature, dad, the part we can influence. And it all starts when we decide.” from ratatouille 

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?

Water, milk, then sprite. Unless we talkin booze, tequilla.

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

ABSOLUTELY 

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?

Yup. Would love to have that again one day, but not now. 

Baneberries: Favorite song?

Under My Skin by Jukebox the Ghost at the moment, but consistantly its Pierre by Rynn Weaver. 

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.

Better than some but has its issues. 

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?

I have 5 closest friends whom i LOVE and talk to with any regularity. 

Begonia: Favorite color?

PURPLE

Bellflower: Favorite animal?

DRAGON

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?

I like being awake in the morning bc then it feels like i have so much time to do stuff, but my sleep schedule always shifts to being a night owl.

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

a Kite or a hawk for all that fancy flying.

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

A veterinarian, a puppeteer, or the next david attenborough. 

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?

I eventually want ONE, just one, of my own when I’m living with a community who will help me raise them. But really, i think too many people are having children who just should not be parents. 

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?

Being in love again bc the last times its happened I got traumatized.

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.

I always used to say i would never get tattoos and now i have one and plans for more. Ain’t gunna stop till im covered.

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?  

I would travel up to my friend @b-oredzoi and spent the day with her. She ain’t got a choice. 

Buttercup: Relationship Status?

Single but with some FWB situations goin on.

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?

anywhere outside continental US. Im not picky. Top choices Kyoto Japan, the french countryside, p much anywhere in africa.

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?

when im tripping on acid or when my friends are hugging me real tight. 

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?  

YEAH, got one on my thigh. 

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?  

YUP, lobes and one cartilage 

California Poppy: Height?  

5′4 and hating every second of it. Wish i was taller. 

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?

100%

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?  

skill boxers stolen from an ex-friend and a shirt that im not 100% sure is mine??? but I’ve had it for a year and wear it all the time soooooooooooo. Mine now

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?

I used to sleep with the closet light on until i was, like..... 14? 15?

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?  

myyyyy mom prolly.

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?

my pal Eli

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?

something swoopy and pretty. Or the one thats just emojis. 

Columbine: Are you tired?

always

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?

getting top surgery and corona being over. 

Coneflower: Dream job?

philanthropist actor/ director. 

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?

ambivert. 

Crocus: Have you ever been in love?

We did this with balsom fir. anyway, yes i have been!!

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?

depending on who they are, as far as they needed me to. I don’t THINK i would kill anyone, but there are a few people i would willingly die for. 

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it?

A green and purple dragon named Puff, who i still have. He’s always either in my bed or on a shelf in my room. 

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?

Cancer

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?

Didn’t die. Helped stop my grans house from burning down. 

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

so far its getting my associates degree. Either that or dragging myself out of a horrible depressive, self destructive spiral in 2018-2019, getting the help i needed, and doing better for myself and those around me.

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?  

figure out why and wither resolve it or dump the partner.

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?

my dad prolly. 

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?

Crafty stuff. and animal trivia. 

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?

organizing anything, remembering dates, statistics. 

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?

Got okayed for top surgery

got surprise money!

Got a sentimental piece of art from my grandparents (at long last.)

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?

p solid. Helped my dad with some yard stuff, made a yummy dinner, saw most of the supplies i need for a new project shipped. 

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?

mmmmmmm not really, but im getting there.

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?

Graduate, move out, get a good, fulfilling job. Travel some more. 

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

The friends who stuck around

my plushie collection

my tarot collection

my print collections from cons

finally having a queen sized bed

books

my pets (wow, almost forgot about them)

my fursuit making skills

my hair

my gently rising self esteem 

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?  

petting soft things, reading, watching Ghibli movies. 

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

all them love languages bro. Every single one. I tailor my affection to the individual and what love language they receive most.   Mostly, I cook for people.

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?

We’ve done this one too!

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day.

Its a nice balmy 72 degrees with a nice breeze. The sun is shinning with some clouds here and there. I go to the zoo with some friends/ a friend and we just share random facts about our favorite animals. we get some cute plushies at the gift shop and then go to a wonderful meal, either greek or korean bbq or Pho and we go back to someones house to watch movies and vibe, sleepy, warm, and content. 

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?

read, craft, organize my room, draw, garden, swim.  

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?

I dont have a singular “Best friend”. I do have my Inner circle tho!

Laura- we met my freshman year of collage, first day and we click INSTANTLY. She’s my soulmate and I would go to hell and back for her (RIP to Orphius, but im different)

Bly- we met, like, back in 2014/2015 at house parties but didn’t really start getting SUPER close like we are now until, like, 2017/18/19 ish. Really the only person I actively talk to every single day, my mood twin. We share a braincell. 

Syd- we met at, like, Momocon 2014? 2015?? something like that???? bc we roomed together. We started getting close in 2016 by bonding over fursuit stuff. My go to roadtrip partner. I kinda owe my current joy for life to her bc she helped me through my hell time in 2018 but kicking my ass and teaching me how to make fursuits. 

Eli- we met at Dragon-Con through a mutual friend in 2014, but didn’t really get close until may of 2019. Now we’re p much partners in everything but title bc we just don’t have romantic feelings for eachother. We share a therapist and hang out at least 3 times a month.

Shane: We’ve been friends since, like, 2010 but started getting close in 2017 when they helped me get a job. Then we just,,, stuck around. They kick my ass to get out of the house and do stuff, or did before corona 

Sammi : Friends since 2010 when we were in highschool together. Our friendship was super rocky until we were in different schools and smoothed out as we aged and matured. They are the reason i got into conventions  and cosplay as a whole, so they have only themselves to blame for how I am now. 

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

Eli and laura. 

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

my inner circle is, like, 6 people, but friends as a whole like.... idk.... 20?

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

“Your gender vibe, is, like, primordial. Its a perfect blend of masculine, feminin and things that are just indescribable.”

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself?

I hate myself, to be perfectly honest. But Im trying my best to be a good person and a good friend, so I don’t have to like me, as long as the people who matter do. 

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

I love my hair. Also how much better at communication i’ve gotten. 

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself? 

my adhd and the social symptoms of that.  

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

i liked swinging and listening to the sounds of shoes on carpet. Good stim time.

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid?

I never really had a best friend for more than 2 years. They would always move away, So i don’t really have a solid “best friend as a kid.” Why yes, I do have abandonment issues. 

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?

How my last relationship ended. I pulled some STUUUUUUUPID shit and never got to own up to it or hold the other person accountable for the harm they did to me. It was just overall horrible and never got any type of closure. Likely never will. But it be that way sometimes. 

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?  

My grandfather died last week and i feel........ almost nothing bc I honestly really did not like the man. He was horrible to me growing up and horrible to my mother while my grandmother was sick and dying. But he did a number of good things too. But I feel guilty for not mourning him more. 

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?

I chose Sawyer bc when I was younger, I was very good at wriggling my way out of work and my mom and aunts would call me “Tom Sawyer”. I also just like Mark Twain and the name Sawyer in general. Feels good

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.

In the suberbs of atlanta in a nice house on the Chattahoochee river. I’m actually still living there while I finish school. 

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?

Rosey wall paper and gross maroon carpet until 7th grade, when we painted it all blue and put in blue carpet. It was, and is, very VERY blue. Im gunna be painting 2 walls different colors soon.

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?  

Miserable, tbh. A lot of shit happened when i was 16 that left me with a lot of trauma and issues that I didn’t really have the maturity or energy to deal with while in highschool on top of being queer and dealing with that. So it was a lot of fighting with parents, self loathing, and struggling in school. It had its beautiful wonderful moments that I love with all my heart, but for the most part it was just kinda rough. 

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

Georgia born and raised. She tries her best and is a wonderful mother, but we clashed a lot growing up bc she’s fairly neurotic and likes everything to be precise and orderly and perfect and im... ADHD so sometimes close enough is all you’re going to get. Growing up, i couldn’t communicate what was going on with me or happening in my head very well at all, and it caused a lot of tension. 

Onions: Tell about your dad.  

Hes from Bogota colombia and im almost a carbon copy of him. That means our issues with ADHD have a happen of blowing up at eachother. He’s horrible and constructive communication, but overall is sweet and funny and very very clever. My relationships with both of them are p okay nowadays with a few spats here and there that I will deal with when I don’t live with them anymore. 

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.

I never met my paternal grandparents. My maternal grandfather died when I was 6 and i hardly remember him.

My maternal step grandfather was.... not a good man but he was interesting and incredibly smart and fairly liberal. So there was that at least. But, to be honest, I hated the guy.

My maternal grandmother was one of my favorite humans in the world. She spent her whole life a highschool science teacher. She was funny, witty, elegant, a fairly talented cook who always encouraged me in everything I tried. Im still dealing with some emotional stuff regarding her passing, but Im just always so glad i got to spend as much time with her as I did. 

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?

haha shit. Maybe my 21? A bunch of friends and i went and hung out at a park then got hammered at my house after. 

Peony: What was your first job?

Working at the summer camp i went to as a kid. Debating going back if I ever can. 

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any?

I want my future partner to be a friend where things just, grew and blossomed. 

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?

Emotional? I try to be constructive and communicative about who or what caused it and doing something productive to help deal with it.

Physical, i just ignore it until it goes away. 

Pink: Where is home?

Wherever Im going to sleep that night. 

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change?

When my ex broke up with me, I would have cut all ties all together instead of try the whole “we can stay friends” bullshit. I would have just “I don’t hate you, but If we aren’t going to be together, I can’t be friends with you until I’ve had some time to heal.”

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them.

nope

Primrose: Describe your ideal life.

I’ve made my fortune and when I say things people listen, but I can also run away to my beautiful little homestead with my queer friends and wife and all our animals and children living together in a wonder queer commune. I get to travel twice a year and i never have to worry about money. 

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?

hmmmm. No idea.

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life?

can’t pick one person.

Rose: What’s your favorite sound?

wind chimes probably.

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory?

oh man, too many to choose. I’ve lived a wonderful life so far. 

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?

Too many to choose. THe night I got dumped, my grandmothers funeral, my friends funeral, some others that I don’t wanna talk about due to triggers. bleah

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?  

I want..... soup dumplings. 

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things?

Depends. really intense or personal feelings involving my depression or emotions is almost impossible to talk about. But my feeligns about films and stuff i have 0 issues talking about. 

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?

Laura

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?

idk, like 7 hours?

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?

School

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?

im.... technically self employed/ unemployed. I want a job tho. 

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?

My killstar hoodie. 

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.  

Disaster gay.

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?

A tarot deck

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?

Corona virus. and money. 

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

The entire Heros Of Olymus series The lightning thief and Sea of monsters The trials of Apollo The last unicorn.

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?

ideally living with friends and one year away from graduation.

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?

*sweats* yea

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

im a witch

#Just felt like it #long post #all about me