#socks with sandals SWEEP

[rohkeutta]

is chad ur boyfriend

@silentwalrus1 bought me a fancy pinecone sticker sheet that cost like five bucks, which in my book is practically a proposal. our love stretches across the atlantic ocean like the stripes on a pair of knock-off adidas sweats.

#in our heart of hearts aren't we all dreaming of a chad to sweep us off our feet with a sandals and socks combo #bad rohmance #chad #make way for your new power couple

[aerynwrites]

Viktor x Reader — staying warm on a cold night

Cuddling for warmth? My all TIME favorite trope so thank you for this nonny!

Warmth

Viktor x Fem!Reader

Word count: 786

Warnings: None

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The frigid air seemed to seep into your bones as a cold front swept through Piltover. You had just been enjoying the spring weather yesterday! A simple sundress hung from your shoulders, sandals on your feet, and the sun warming your skin as you wandered through the streets.

Today was just the opposite. You woke up freezing, immediately pulling on a pair of fleece pajama pants, a sweatshirt, and the thickest socks you could find. And that’s precisely how Viktor found you when he returned late from the lab that evening, a smile tugging at his lips when he saw you sitting in front of your lit fireplace.

A small chuckle leaves him as he unwinds the scarf from his neck and hangs it on the coat rack. “A false spring,” he answers the question he knows you’re going to ask before the words can leave your lips, “it happens every year around this time. It will most likely pass in a few days,” he assured you, cane tapping softly against the floor as he approaches where you sit in the cozy armchair.

You huff, crossing your arms tighter over yourself. “Well it’s evil,” you say, voice mimicking that of a petulant child, “I didn’t even want to go to bed until you got home because no matter how many blankets I pile on, it’s still freezing!”

Viktor smiles again and opens his arms in invitation, “Well I’m home,” he says, smiling as you stand from your chair and step into his arms, “And quite frankly I’m exhausted. So we can both head to bed comfortably.”

You nod against his chest where your head rests before pulling away from him a smile on your face. “Yes, please!” You step away from him and take his hand in your own as you both head to the bedroom.

Once there, you quickly sift through the dresser to grab what you know to be Viktor’s favorite sleep wear when it’s chilly. It’s just a simple t-shirt and a pair of fleece pants, but you love when he wears it. It’s nice seeing him in casual clothes compared to the clothes he swears to the academy.

He smiles as you hand him the articles of the clothing and leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, love,” he murmurs, before pulling away to head to the connected bathroom. “Just let me get ready and I’ll be out soon.”

You nod and shuffle over to the end when the door clicks shut behind him. The only thing you do to get ready for bed is take off your sweatshirt and socks, leaving you in an outfit similar to Viktor’s before slipping beneath the sheets.

Just like you had told Viktor, it felt impossible to get warm. Despite wearing pants and having several blankets on the bed, the chilled air seemed to soak through the fabric. However, you didn’t have to focus on that too much longer before a familiar arm slides over your waist as Viktor climbs into bed.

The covers settle around you both as he gets comfortable and you turn to face the man you love, a smile tugging at your lips as you snuggle into him. He happily wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer and tangling his legs with yours until you are both content.

“I’m starting to think you were just exaggerating the cold so you could cuddle with me,” Viktor says, his accented words teasing as he tugs you closer still.

You shake your head and let out a small laugh, “I don’t need an excuse to cuddle,” you defend, “you like it just as much as I do.”

Viktor hums softly, fingers trailing gentle patterns over your back, “I do,” he admits, leaning down so his face is level with yours.

His unruly brown locks tickle your forehead from how close he lies next to you, and you can’t resist the urge to reach up and sweep the hair back gently. You then move to slide an arm beneath his own to wrap around his back. Your nose nudges his own as you tilt your face ever closer to his. Your eyes slip closed as Viktor closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

It doesn’t last long, but more is said in that moment than could be said in words. And when he does pull away, you settle into his arms contentedly, much warmer than before.

“Goodnight, Viktor.” You murmur, breathing in his familiar scent as sleep begins to tug at your eyes.

Viktor smiles, happier than he’s been in a long time as he lets sleep pull him under as well.

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Moots tag: @twistedstitcher27 @shimmerforall @all-hallows-evie

#Viktor x reader #arcane viktor x reader #arcane Viktor #arcane x reader #arcane

[ellieloves2draw]

various 3l/ll scribbles

(ID, image 1: a rough drawing of the snow fort from last life, specifically the bridge going to the central tower. there’s a hill beneath the bridge, and a half-broken fence runs down it. in the background, etho’s tree, the fort walls, and the silhouette of the spruce forest can be seen. on the bridge, next to the cobblestone tower, is mumbo and skizz. skizz is pointing a sword at etho, tango, and bdubs, all standing next to the snow tower. the shot is zoomed out, so no facial features are visible. beneath the drawing, the words “etho dies today” are written. end image 1.)

(image 2: two side-by-side drawings of etho’s outfit in hermitcraft and last life. in the hermitcraft drawing, etho wears a vest with pockets, a long white scarf, simple black pants, and white socks and sandals. in the last life drawing, he wears a dark cape with a fur collar, black cargo pants, and short boots. end image 2.)

(image 3: a drawing of bdubs and cleo in 3rd life. cleo stands with her arms crossed and her eyes closed. bdubs has his hands on his hips and looks shocked and affronted. there are two large exclamation points next to his face. a line points from cleo to some text, which reads: “impulse can’t be our girlfriend anymore. he’s cheating on us with ren.” end image 3.)

(image 4: rough sketches of scott and pearl from last life. on the left is a slightly more detailed sketch of scott, who has a neutral stance and looks tired and somewhat sad. on the right is a less detailed drawing of scott walking in front of and next to pearl. scott looks over his shoulder and is gesturing with his right hand, while pearl looks forward and is gesturing with her left hand. there are small, blank speech bubbles coming from both of them, implying a conversation. end image 4.)

(image 5: bdubs and cleo from 3rd life. bdubs is standing on something and is looking over his shoulder down at cleo. he has a quizzical expression and has a small question mark next to his head. below him, drawn smaller and more simply to imply distance, cleo has a sheepish grin and is holding her index fingers together. next to her, the words “bdubs, i did a bad thing” are written. end image 5.)

(image 6: a drawing of bdubs from last life. he has a black eye and a missing tooth. he appears to be yelling about something, and there are three lines next to his face to accentuate this. his left hand is on his chest and right hand is gesturing to the side of him. there are a couple curved lines implying that he’s sweeping his arm out. end image 6.)

(image 7: etho and bdubs from last life. etho is drawn as an enderman and is holding a shield in front of him. he holds a pickaxe in his right hand. across from him is bdubs, who has white hair, bags under his eyes, and a ripped shirt. his moss cloak is tied around his waist. his arms are spread out to either side, and he’s looking at etho with a wide smile that is both genuine and somewhat manic. etho looks down at him with a slightly nervous expression. end image 7.)

(image 8: etho and bdubs from last life. they’re hugging each other tightly. etho’s face is hidden by bdubs’ head and bdubs face is mostly hidden by etho’s shoulder. however, the edge of bdubs’ eye and eyebrow is just visible, implying that his eyes are tightly shut and his brows are furrowed. end image 8. end ID.)

#3rd life #last life #ethoslab #bdubs #scott smajor #pearlescentmoon #team best #zombiecleo #crastle duo #ellie loves to draw

[luvnami]

𝗦𝘂𝗻 🌤 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 - Food mention

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 - 895

“He- llo!”

You have to hold in a giggle when Ushijima greets you. It’s the summer where you’re both thirteen when his voice begins to crack as he talks. He’s more quiet than usual, and understandably so. You struggle to hide your laughs with a wriggly grin on your face, pressing your lips together into a straight line.

Summer assignments change from daily journals to practice worksheets and group projects. You’re not able to spend as much time as you used to with Ushijima, burying yourself in piles of papers and eraser dust.

“Wakatoshi, do you prefer 0.5mm or 0.7mm pencil lead?” you ask one day.

He looks at you, then back down at the Kurutoga pencil in his hand.

“0.3mm,” he replies.

You scrunch your face up in confusion and Ushijima laughs.

You return to school occasionally to attend club activities. You wish you could bring Ushijima along — show him where the bathrooms are, run your finger over the mark you and your friends carved into a tree behind the school field, point out your favourite stall in the canteen.

When Ushijima asks you if you want to go play in the Hirose river, you’re more than eager to drop your assignments and grab a bottle of sunscreen along the way to protect yourself against the sun.

You toss your sandals by the bank and dip your toes in at first. A shiver runs through your body. The water is clear and cool, lapping at your hips as you move towards the deeper end of the river. Ushijima lays his socks and sneakers out neatly on some dry gravel before joining you. He keeps his arms precariously above the glassy water, taking small steps over the slick stones that line the river bed.

“Wakatoshi!” you cry out, sweeping an arc of water that rains down on Ushijima. “Watch this!”

A rainbow forms in the air as he raises his hands to block his face from your attack. His defence is useless, however, as his hair and shirt become damp.

“That was underhanded,” he complains.

Ushijima is quick to use his hands and arms to fling water at you. Your laughter fills the air and the both of you soon become soaked from playing in the river. The summer heat seems to be nonexistent as you float on your back, cracking open ice cold sodas that you had left in the water earlier to be cooled.

“Here,” you tell Ushijima. “Take this one. You prefer the apple flavour, right?”

He nods, smiling as he receives the soda from you.

Obaa-san had even given you some slices of watermelon kept in a Tupperware for safekeeping. The sweet juice runs down the corners of your mouth, crisp and fresh against your tongue.

“We should go back soon,” Ushijima says, when his shirt begins to dry out and stick to his skin.

You’re quick to clamber out of the river. Your toes dig into the soil and grass by the banks, giving you enough grip to leave Ushijima in the middle of the running water. He wades through it over to you.

Hot wind licks at your cheeks and the cries of cicadas echo your gasps for air, while sparrows chirp in the branches of swaying zelkova trees. Ushijima’s eyes never leave your face. Water laps at his waist as he sticks his hand out towards you.

“Pull me up,” he says.

The sun scorches his back. Its light reflects off of the water’s glimmering surface and you have to squint your eyes to see somewhat clearly. You extend your hand towards him, and he wraps his hand around your forearm. You do the same. His touch feels warmer than sunlight itself.  

“Hold on, I- Ah!”

You dig into your heels in an attempt to counter the force that Ushijima exerts as he pulls himself up. In a split second, he tugs you back into the water with him.

Cold water meets your face as bubbles escape from your nose and mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut on reflex. The noise around you descends into a pit of gurgling and the rushing of the river that overwhelms everything else, drowning out even your shout of surprise.

The sparkling water makes you look ethereal. You dare to crack your eyes open and find Ushijima’s eyes trained on you. His hands ghost your sides, having tried to grab you before you fell earlier. It’s as if the both of you are frozen in time.

Your feet find the river bed. You plant them firmly and push yourself above water, wheezing for air. Hair sticks to your forehead, water sluicing down your body and slipping back to its home silently. Ushijima shakes his hair dry of water and unintentionally gives you a second shower.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have pulled so hard.”

“It’s okay.”

You use your hands to push the water and wet hair out of your face, doing your best to dry it as much as you possibly can. Ushijima looks as if he had just swallowed a stone. You turn your back to him and pull yourself out of the river once more, trying to ignore the look he was giving you just moments earlier.

Bits of gravel and soil rub against your toes uncomfortably as you hobble back home, and blisters adorn your feet for days after.

#haikyuu x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi fluff #ushijima wakatoshi drabble #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabble #hq x reader #hq ushijima #hq fluff #hq drabble #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #ushijima drabble

[aroaessidhe]

The Witch King character descriptions

for fanart! find my full database of book character descriptions at my pinned post.

Wyatt

short (5’2), white/pale, green eyes, small fangs, shaved head, blond, almost always wears a black hoodie and a binder

burn scars all over his arms

pastels, a light green cuffed pants, white button down embellished with a rose on the front pocket ugly canvas slides and socks with the same rose pattern, glamoured scars (this is not an outfit he chose himself or likes)

Briar

deep warm brown skin, generous curves, broad nose over a thin upper lip, gap in her front teeth. flowers braided into her long black and teal hair, today purple cone-flowers that match the tshirt under her overalls.

Native American (Seminole, Diné)

yellow energy, like sunflowers and bumblebees and lemonade.

denim jacket covered in pins and patches (BI-FURIOUS with a battle axe)

ratty paint splattered old sweats and tie-dyed tshirt

hair in a braid

Emyr

massive brown wings (thin, veined, leathery) tipped with golden claws, horns (curled into two spirals of soft brown atop his forehead, glinting gold in the sun), long fangs, claws, black/’nearly obsidian skin’, black hair, sides of his head shaved to expose the dramatic points of his ears but left long down the center of his skull, septum ring, extravagant clothing and jewelry. muscled and lean, a foot taller than wyatt.

protective spikes that shoot out from his wings

dark thick eyebrows, long lashes, brown eyes, sharp cheeks, broad nose

golden magic sweeping around him like a halo

in a pink suit so dark it could be red, patterned with gold flowers. a chain hooked into his septum ring that stretches up to connect to a gold cuff on the tip of his ear. an assortment of bejeweled rings on his long fingers, necklaces dangling aeound his neck. black eyeliner and shimmery gold eyeshadow

human glamour - round ears, grey trackpants and powder blue tshirt with a deep v

low-slung black harem pans and sheer white shirt

slouchy azure pants and an oversize white cloak that clips at the throat and hangs down to his knees. strappy white sandals.

hawaiian shirt under a formfitting blazer

in only a pair of sheer black pants of tightly woven mesh, low slung. an opaque swath of black fabric around his waist like a skirt

a sword over one shoulder, a leather breastplate and pauldrons, matching leather pants slung low on his hips

white lace shorts and a tan shirt (like a billowy pirate shirt,) hanging off his shoulders

floral button down and purple chinos, in human glamour

Wade

wings like a flying squirrel, big droopy tufts of brown fur, uniform tailored to fit. uniform like guard uniform except green (?). his is better fitted to his body, green rope belt more like silk. his boots have metal heels. a dozen earrings in each ear. tan, white. long blonde hair in a bun at the top of his head. horns like moose antlers

deep dark green energy

Clarke

pale waif of a girl with a mountain of blonde curls and deerlike antlers instead of horns. white, poofy, dainty feathered wings. sequined corset shows off  a stretch of white skin of her stomach, pierced navel, low-slung white skirt

bright pink energy

Jin 

very tall, no wings or horns. shaggy black hair infront of their dark eyes. huge muscles. piercings on hip, between eyes, two in one nostril, and each eyebrow. several colourful tattoos decorate their beige skin. leather pants held together at the sides by rainbow coloured ribbons, top just a black sash across their chest

thick, ear-length black hair

deep purple energy streaked with white

Briar twists little stems of baby's breath into their hair

Derek

velvety black wings and two thin horns straight up out of his head. blonde hair slicked back, a single tendril falling over his blue eyes. fangs, full pink lips. dark perfectly tailored clothes. muscular frame. white.

in all black, black suit with black button down

Tessa

upturned button nose, full pink mouth, long lashes, green eyes, one darker than the other. honeyed hair, long and pulled into  a bun, two strands falling down to frame her face, same height as wyatt.

white lace crop top with a high neck over some sort of weird copper metal bra. tiny brown leather shorts beneath a sheer floor length white skirt. scarification in old language at her waist (date)

wings like a dragonfly, two sets, thin and shimmery

lavender energy

side/minor characters in the database! yes including all the monarchs

#the witch king #h.e. edgmon #thx to that one person who sent me a couple a while back; just a little less for me to type!

[sunnydalebimbo]

...Drusilla for the ask game.

my own future is a total mess so let’s go the route of 22 insane, but very serious guesses for 2022 bingo cards

- Taylor Swift announces that she has been married to Joe Alwyn for over a year, then a pregnancy on December 13th

- Kanye pulls a Schwarzenegger

- Kim and Pete get engaged, but call it off after Kim also tries to pull a Schwarzenegger

- Speaking of, another Kardashian commits a murder

- Machine Gun Kelly produces a country album, and gets engaged to Megan Fox

- The Queen dies 💅

- Joe Biden dies

- We all die from global warming

- We all die from the Covid variant

- Wool and stripped trouser, opera gloves, coloured tights, ballet flats, and cat suits all come back into fashion for some reason

- Socks with sandals

- Andrew Garfield comes out

- Katy Perry renissance

- Frank Ocean drops an album (please, please, please) & SZA too

- A senator gets outed as a furry, probably a centrist from the northern midwest

- Texas tries to become a country

- A major food corporation starts manufacturing edibles, maybe Doritos

- Elon Musk explodes 🤞

- Oliva Rodrigo manages to sweep the Grammys

- Trisha Paytas become a Scientologist

- People become massively convinced the world is about to end, which in some way correlates with a tik tok trend

- I am found dead at the Chris Pratt Mario premier

hope this answered your question 🥰

#okay this was a little mean im sorry thank you so much for the question #also im dead serious except for in all the ways im kidding #and vice versa #but also i probably wont be that wrong which is even more terrifying #anyways 🤪

[bananaflavoredlemonade]

Can someone please take THIS Maura and THIS Jane and continue THIS AU I started work on and cannot for the life of me manage to find the time nor energy to work on. 

RIZZLES COLLEGE AU

She was an enigma, this mystery woman. You’d probably seen her a dozen times before you even spoke a single word to each other. She was always just around. You’d spot her leaning casually against the side of an old black Jeep Wrangler, jeans hanging low on her hips and ill-fitting Red Sox t-shirt slung over her frame. She’d wizz past you as she chased a frisbee across the quad, or pause her rush out of doors to silently hold them open for you before fleeing back off. Her laugh would catch you mid-bite of your salad and without fail every time you’d spin to find her cackling with her mouth wide and half chewed food balancing precariously on her white teeth. For reasons you could not explain, you were obsessed. When her air freshener caught your eye, you’d gone home and spent hours scouring specialty air freshener companies to figure out who the man was who’s head was lucky enough to grace her presence. Someone named Jim Halpert was quite the lucky gentleman. And maybe if knowing exactly what her car smelt like before you got anywhere near it filled you with butterflies and warmth well… who could blame you.

She pulls into her typical parking space and waves enthusiastically at a beautiful young man with deliciously creamy chocolate skin and your heart stalled into a palpitation. Watching her tug on a t-shirt over her bikini top and taut abs certainly didn’t help. But when she climbed from the topless car in the sweltering summer heat and clapped a hand on his shoulder blade in a friendly greeting, you caught your breath and heaved a small sigh of relief. Maybe becoming enamoured with a complete stranger was not the best decision.

You’re staring down at your phone, speed walking across the quad to get to your next class when heavy footfalls start landing beside you. Black Nike slides are beside your birkenstocks as they pass over the grass you’re crossing and you immediately question the motivations of whomever would choose to wear white tube socks with a sandal-style shoe. That is until the culprit speaks and you realise that you absolutely should’ve picked it sooner.

“Maura Isles” the gravelly voice speaks as a hand casually comes to your lower back and averts you from becoming roadkill under the size 13’s of some speedy and oblivious jock running across your path. “You’re quite the hazard. With your head down all the time, or staring off into space. One of these days someone is going to wipe you out and I’ll have to take out a douche in a jersey, then we’ll have trouble.”

Her eyes are such a deep brown that you’re unsurprised you’ve been unable to make out her eye colour from afar. “You know my name.” it’s a ridiculous statement to make, but instead of judging you she simply laughs with her head thrown back and hand still burning a hole into your lower back.

You’re almost at the study hall that you’ll be trapped in for the next hour and for once you aren’t looking forward to class. “Of course I do.” You quirk your brow at her, because you’re almost certain you’ve never interacted with any of the people you’ve seen her around, she’s definitely not in any of your classes, and this is the first time you’ve spoken. “It’s on your phone case.”

In your palm, you flip over your leather encased phone to survey the back where – as you already know – ‘M. Isles’ is imprinted in silver. “Ah, yes.”

“I usually only see those with initials. But then again; I’m no phone expert. Mine are typically held together by duct tape and desperation.”

Your eye roll is instantaneous and unavoidable as you helpfully relay to her, “My mother. She insists that I ‘take pride’ in my name. So when I requested a personalised phone case with my initials on it and opened this, I was truly unsurprised.” You pause to laugh “displeased, but unsurprised.”

Her feet stop suddenly as you reach the lecture hall and her calloused hands disappear into the pockets of her short black shorts, fingers outlined within her pockets as the tips force the inners of the pockets from the bottoms of her shorts. “Well, this is you.” You look up and it is. You open your mouth to ask how she knew, but she’s already speaking. “It was nice speaking to you, Maura Isles.” It’s absolutely salacious the way that your name rolls off of her tongue and for the first time possibly ever, you’re pleased to hear someone use your full name.

Only, you’ve just realised that you’re unsure how she knows your first name. By the time you get around to asking, she’s already backing away with you with a smirk on her face. “Hold on! How did you know my name is Maura? That’s not written anywhere.”

Her singular stride back towards you is so deliciously long and your eyes are helpless against the tantalising display of thigh muscle on display when she leans towards you to whisper “You have quite the intriguing Tinder profile. I put two and two together.” Closely resembling a fish out of water, you watch as she chuckles and backs away with a wink. “Have fun in Bio.”

“What’s your name?” You call after her much louder than is necessary. She says absolutely nothing as she raises her hand in the air above her head so that you can see if over her shoulder and makes a repeated swiping motion, her thumb moving to the right repeatedly before slipping back into the pocket of her shorts.

And if you spend your entire class with your head down and eyes intently focused on the app you’ve left untouched for months, swiping left for the next 37.5 minutes until a tanned and angled face with sparking eyes is looking at you from your screen over aviator sunglasses; well you’ve never been known to back down from a challenge. “Jane” you say aloud before closing the app on a photo of her chiselled abs and bulging biceps straining against the weight above her head.

Two days later you pass her once again leaning against her jeep in the ridiculous socks and slides combo that makes you smile despite the fashion atrocity that’s being committed. You’re not close enough to speak, and even if you were, you’re unsure you’d be able to stop the beautiful black boy in his monologue long enough to get a word in. But her eyes are on you below the sunglasses she placed on her head as you began to approach. When you quirk a smile and silently mouth “Hello Jane” you know that she’s caught your greeting. And as a smile takes over her face, you raise your phone between you and swipe left on her profile. “Work for it” you mouth with a wink.

It’s worked. Her mouth drops open, pupils and eyes blowing wide. You can feel them trailing after your swaying hips and short shorts, and the burn they leave on your ass is delicious. Game on.

It’s over a week before there is any indication that Jane is going to meet your challenge with anything more than a heated look and tantalising lip bite from across the quad. However hope is struck every day that you spot her loitering around the college grounds, and that’s just enough to keep you from giving up. You’re walking out of your Tuesday morning chemistry lecture when she sweeps in next to you.

There’s a single yellow sunflower in between the fingers of her left hand and her right comes to rest hotly against your lower back. She’s dressed unseasonably warm in a white button-up and black jeans that are folded up at the ankles and skimming the top of brown leather boots. It makes you feel inferior in your simple sundress and standard birkenstocks. “For you.” She smiles, holding the sunflower in front of you. The nervousness in her eyes sets off butterflies in your stomach.  

“Thank you, it’s beautiful.” Her nervous energy shifts to confidence as you sniff the flower and hold it close to your shy smile. “What’s the occasion? It feels like such a privilege to see you in something other than jock couture.”

“Jock couture?” she snickers. “What exactly is jock couture?”

You look her up and down appraisingly with a cheeky raised eyebrow before muttering “Socks and slides” disapprovingly with a nod towards her feet “running shorts, oversized shirts, baseball caps.” She laughs at you with her head thrown back and her perfect white teeth on show. “I would make the assumption that if we were to open your closet, you’d be able to dress the entirety of the football and baseball teams with its contents and not have anyone question it.”

“I don’t know, I don’t think Frost would look nearly as good as me in my shorts.” Your eyes shift to the parking lot where unsurprisingly your eyes clap onto the beautiful African-American man you’ve seen Jane talking with previously. “Now can we please stop slamming me for how I have been dressed, and appreciate the effort I put in today?” Your eyes run over her form again and you do have to agree that she looks great. “I’m sweating my ass off to try and look half decent.”

You stop her in the middle of the footpath and turn to look at her approvingly. The hand on your back slips off and comes to rest in her pocket as she watches you looking her up and down. “You do look very handsome.” Her approving smile has you nervously shifting your bag up your shoulder and you have to shake your head to dislodge the smitten look on your face. “Now why are you looking so dashing?”

“You’ll see” she winks as she spins you back into motion and suddenly you’re striding back down the footpath towards the restricted Phelman quad that sits to the side of the western lecture halls, and at the base of the Phelman dorms. You’re about to comment that the area is only accessible to tenants of the dorms when she tugs the Red Sox lanyard from her pocket, swipes a fob against the gates keypad and pushes against the ornate entrance. She guides you in and gestures to a picnic blanket set up in the centre of the grassed area. “Everyone’s gotta eat.”

You’re too busy standing in awe of her to follow over to the blanket. However, your eyes track her over to the set up and watch as she rests down on the mat, pulling out containers and drinks from a cooler. She sets down a tray of assorted sushi, a bowl of salad, a packet of your favourite lentil chips, and a tub of homemade guacamole. It all looks delicious and your mouth salivates so aggressively that you doubt you’ll need the soda water or iced tea she’s brought to wash down your meal. “How?” you mutter in disbelief, and it shocks you when Jane smiles up at you charmingly. You were sure she’d not’ve been able to hear you.

“I.. um…” She rubs the back of her neck nervously and you finally see another side to the cocky seductress you’d spent weeks surveying. “I guessed at most of it, but I saw you eating these chips the other day while you read under that big oak by Mossman Hall, and I’ve seen you pick this iced tea from the vending machine before. So I figured they were both a safe bet.” She shifts the tray of sushi out of the way and pulls a wireless speaker from the cooler to put in its place. “I got some vegetarian options if you don’t eat meat, but honestly I don’t know a twenty year old who doesn’t like sushi so..”

Her hands are shifting so nervously over the picnic rug that you feel the need to take pity on her. “Are you making a generalisation Jane?” Her eyes trail you as you hike up your skirt in anticipation of sitting down next to her, and as your fingers skim the tops of your thighs as you lower, you see her breath catch.

Her eyes are on your face as you reach for the container of guac and inspect the flecks of coriander, onion, and chilli that you can see mixed amongst the avocado. “Yeah I guess I was.” You laugh at her and peer up from under your eyelashes. “But it took me a week to figure out the chips and tea, so if you wanted I could go away and come back in a month with a more personalised menu.” She jokingly pushes up from her seated position and you tug her back to the rug with a laugh.

You’re typically hesitant to use colloquialisms or any term that had to be inducted into the Urban Dictionarybefore it could be submitted to Websters, but you know from observing Jane that they’re all frequent participants in her vocabulary, so you resolve to at least try. Starting by venturing with the statement, “Well I guess then that you could call me a ‘typical white girl’, because I am quite fond of Sushi. Though I would prefer traditional Nigiri, I’ve been known to consume a westernised sushi roll in between classes.”

Jane looks as if she is about to choke on the air trapped between her cheeks and you know that the laugh will be explosive when it’s released. “Did that sound as ridiculous as it felt to say?” She nods at you and releases the laugh through her teeth. You laugh along with her and rub your forehead, “Colloquialisms and I are not exactly what you would call well acquainted.”

“You’re just not at all what I would call a ‘basic white girl’ is all.” You blush and reach for your sunglasses inside your handbag, hoping to provide yourself with an escape from both the sun and her stare. “You’re unique, Maur. Don’t ever take that for granted.” You clasp eyes with her before you can secure the Ray Bans across your eyes and the look you share is intense. She’s burning into something so much deeper than your eyes, and you don’t know how to appropriately characterise it without venturing into a belief system that you’ve never before given an ounce of credit. Eventually you both slip from the visual embrace and as you raise the glasses into place, she presses play on the speaker, softly releasing the first bars of Surprise Yourself by Jack Garratt. You’d be flawed by the immediate similarities in your music taste if it weren’t for your brain already stalling at how beautiful she looks tipping her face towards the sunshine. Maybe ‘Handsome’ wasn’t quite as apt a descriptor as you’d thought at the time. With the sunshine on her high cheekbones and rays kissing at her exposed chest beyond the opened buttons of her shirt, she is decidedly striking in a uniquely feminine way that you’d not considered moments ago.

You’d spent some time talking idly about your families – jane has two younger brothers and her mother, her father has been absent for the past few years -, the weather, and your classes that are scheduled for the remainder of the day. Jane tells you about the boutique florist just off campus that she’d visited for your flower and promises to take you sometime when you fail to hide your delight at the news of a new local source for your botany habit. You’ve worked your way through a good portion of Jane’s playlist and its as Falling Down by This Wild Life begins lilting through the speakers that you realise that for the first time in what feels like forever, you’re not uncomfortable with another human being. You slip your feet out of your birks and tuck your legs up under you, sipping at the soda water in your faux flute while you watch Jane swipe a napkin across her plump lower lip. It’s infuriatingly seductive for such an unconscious action. A sigh of contentment runs through you and you shift again to stretch your legs out, flexing your toes into the points that years of ballet had made commonplace. Jane watches the action and you rest back on your elbows, body fully extended and at ease. “What just happened here?” she queries, motioning to your body.

You sigh and tilt your hear towards the sky, “Whatever do you mean?”

“This” she says, eyes raking over your form, “Something just happened with you.”

“I guess I’m just comfortable” you say to the sky, lips parting in a relaxed smile. “humans are.. they’re not an area I excel in.”

Her boot taps the bottom of your foot and she giggles. “Arent you pre-med? I hate to break it to you, but you’ll need to deal with one or two of ‘em after you graduate.”

You smile in her direction in the same relaxed way you had been earlier, “I’m studying to be a pathologist. I know that I’d be a disadvantage to the medical community if I were to work with live patients. My social skills are questionable at best, completely inept at worst. I’m incompatible with most personality types, and my lack of understanding around social queues and societal norms makes me somewhat unappealing to most people.” You meet her eyes when you say the next part, “So to realise that in this moment I’m at ease..” you trail off into a sweet sigh, “it’s so lovely.”

“I’m glad I could do that for you.”

“So tell me about you Jane” you say from your reclined position, eyes closing against the warmth of the sun. “I know so little about you, apart from your family, your evident love of the Red Sox, and the fact that you watch The Office.”

Jane laughs into the air, “How do you know I watch The Office?”

“Your air freshener. It is Jim Halpert from The Office, right?” She gives you a disbelieving look. “I googled it.”

Her smile is infectious and you can feel it projecting into the side of your face from where she sits across from you. “You would be correct Doctor Isles.” She boosts her body up into a more prone position and leans towards you. “Where to start..”

You speak up from your position, “Should we start with what you’re doing on campus? I assume you don’t study here. I’ve never seen you in a class, you never have any books, and you always seem to be the centre of whatever social gathering is happening in the parking lot.” She gives you a comical glare and you challenge her with a quirked brow, “Am I wrong?”

“No, you’re not wrong.” You exchange a smile and your face returns to the sky. “A lot of my buddies go here. Frost who you would’ve seen, Riley, Joey, and a couple of the guys from my baseball league. Between their classes and my work schedule it’s easier for us to just catch up here. I get out of my shitty little apartment, and they don’t have to travel off campus.”

“Work” you offer helpfully.

“I’m a security guard. I mostly work nights at private events for the upper crust crowd. My boss, Korsak, he’s an ex cop, teaches me things on the go so that I can be prepared when I finally get around to enrolling in the academy.”

You smile to yourself, truly unsurprised by this revelation. “When are you planning to apply?”

Jane is reaching for the leftover lentil chips from your lunch when she answers you, “Most likely in the winter. I didn’t wanna just leap right in. I wanted to be prepared, ya’know.” She puts a couple of chips in her mouth and speaks while she chews. A truly repulsive habit that you have to keep your eyes closed against. “Work on my form, get all my ducks lined up, prepare my Ma. She’s gonna have a real hard time accepting that I’m signing up to chase criminals and murderers every day. Plus I wanted to take the time to really get myself mentally prepared; Korsak talks all the time about Cadets and Rookies who join the academy all gung-ho and then drop out when they cant hack the pace. The way he tells it, they all crap out because of the mental strain.” Jane eats a whole handful of chips in one mouthful and continues to speak as crumbs fall from her lips, “We all oviuzlee in peak pisikal fom wen we sign up. Couple-a push ups aren’t taking this down.” She slaps a hand against her stomach that echoes hollowly the way that only a perfectly-toned abdomen would. Crumbs dislodging from her shirt.

“Speaking with your mouth full is a truly repulsive habit.” You tilt your head in her direction and look over your sunglasses at her.

“So sorry Mrs Manners.”

Your face tilts back up to the sun when you respond, “That’s an admirable career choice Jane. When did you decide you wanted to work in law enforcement?”

#Rizzles #Rizzoli and Isles #Jane Rizzoli #Maura Isles #modern day college au #Rizzles AU #Rizzoli & Isles #please lord someone write this #it could be soooo cute #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Prompt #unfinished work #hipster jane #boho maura

[scholarlypidgeot]

18 for the prompts you reblogged?

It took Eva half the day to convince me to enjoy myself at the park. I had a hard time not being on the alert with all these strange, barbaric people milling around doing almost nothing, even as most of them ignored us. Even the park itself was wild and alarming compared to the trimmed gardens of Aurbea, with weeds growing freely and the grass left untamed. Eva stopped every so often to collect some flowers from among the weeds, tiny things, and often missing petals or somewhat wilty. She'd tie them into chains and crowns while we walked. She tried to show me how to do it, but as I didn’t really see the point, I just watched her instead.

“Oh!” she cried, out of seemingly nowhere, as she darted ahead a little. “I love this path!”

I looked in the direction where she was going, and my heart nearly stopped. It was a downhill slope. To run was to guarantee a fall, and her Guardian would have my head if anything happened to her on the way down. I tried to race after her, but to my surprise, she seemed to drop intentionally to her side, using her momentum to roll the rest of the way. Unfortunately by this time my own momentum and my momentary distraction led to my own feet giving out, much less intentionally, and forced me after her, head-over heels.

When I finally blinked the stars out of my eyes, she was standing over me and giggling, the sun catching between her hair. In that moment, red-faced and glowing, she was radiant. Or maybe that’s just the tainted imagination of a boy who’d later learn what romance could be- what love was like.

“You ok?” she asked.

I sat up slowly, a little bruised and sore, but nodded anyway.

“Good!” she pointed behind me. “We’re here.”

I glanced that way to find a wooden dock, so low to the water that a good rainstorm might just sweep it away. I looked back at her to ask, but she was sitting on the ground now, stripping away her shoes and socks.

In response to my confused stare all she said was, “I figured we could cool off. Just putting your feet in is usually enough.”

“Eva, I can’t let you-” I stuttered, gesturing vaguely, “I mean, the kinds of infection and animals that could be living in there-”

“Relax,” she said, and pulled me to my feet. “Todd and I do it all the time. If it was going to make me sick it would’ve done it already.”

I frowned, but she eventually convinced me to slip off my sandals and sit on the dock with her, side by side. She was quick to plunge her feet into the running water, but it took me a few moments of poking the surface with a reed I found to make sure there weren’t any large turtles or snakes or fish that I couldn’t see in the murk. Then, slowly, I also put my feet into the flow. It only took me a few seconds to understand why anyone sane would want to do this. Legs dangling in the river, I savored the feeling of cool water rushing over my exposed skin, especially the hot bruises from my tumble.

“You know,” Eva murmured, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red (though whether from embarrassment or just the heat, I didn’t know), “I like hanging out with you.”

Maybe I was a little too warm myself, and I just looked down into the water. I jumped a little when I felt something touch my hand, and looked down to find she’d put hers over it. She smiled at me, and for the first time that day, I smiled back at her.

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Forgive me for not doing Pat and Charles fluff, I offer you Ren and Eva instead (I'll add a readmore line when I'm not on mobile)

@a-beautiful-crow @bespectacled-ghost @borgesperovago @cheyennamooo @distance-does-not-matter @irishironclad @mad-ad @ps-im-blind @that-catholic-shinobi - if you'd like to be added to/removed from this list, please let me know!

Thanks for the ask! The list for this prompt can be found here. Feel free to send more!

[jack-o-cel]

I would like to officially introduce one of my OC's that live rent-free in my brain. He's a Resident Evil 8 OC. Even tho he's a fandom OC, he means a lot to me and has grown on me a lot. He's special to me :]

Also please spare me, Resi 8 is my first game in the Resident Evil series.

Forester Vein

Nickname: Ester

Biological Age: 138

Age Appearance: Early 20s

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay Demisexual

Place of birth: Norway

Occupation: Miranda's right-hand man. He essentially does her bidding and only takes orders from her. He also has power over the lords but is usually tasked with helping them. Besides that, he's a Botanist.

Family: Both his parents are dead. All he has is his little brother Foxglove, who looks around 7 years old.

Appearance: Forester is about 5'9". He's a twig. He's pretty pale with long white hair (It was originally brown before being implanted with his Cadou). He has light blue faded sharp eyes. He has sharp teeth (an effect of his Cadou). He also wears glasses.

When carrying out his duties for Miranda he wears a white tailcoat with gold accents, a black and white striped vest, a black dress shirt, a white and gold cross tie, black slacks, and black dress shoes with gold accents.

On his own time, he wears a white t-shirt, a beige knitted jacket, black sweatpants, and socks with sandals.

Personality: On duty, he's in what I affectionately call, customer service mode. He's very formal and helpful. He'll hold his tongue. He's Miranda's most loyal servant and does his very best to meet her expectations. On his own time, however, he more casual and sassy. He speaks his mind. Oh, and he hates Miranda with every fiber of his being (which is a lot :3).

In general, he's manipulative, obsessive, and smug. But also caring to those he loves. Would go above and beyond for them. He's a pretty serious and quiet person. Only when he's alone or with his little brother does his playful and goofy side come out. Despite his usual serious attitude, he's very expressive. His most common expression is a mocking smile.

He's very clumsy, especially when thinking about his obsession, whoever that may be. He's borderline yandere (His yandere behavior is a combination of Yuno from Future Diary, and Tsukiyama from Tokyo Ghoul).

Powers/Abilities: Enhanced strength, and regeneration.

Forester can control large thick vines (which look like large tendrils) and all plant life. He can release special pollen that allows him to control plant life (similar to Donna). The vines are different tho. He can control them without his pollen. To understand why first you have to understand how Ester's body works.

His body underneath his skin is made of vines. He also can easily regrow his limbs and regenerate his skin and hair. His vines are an extension of himself. Although his body is his main body, it isn't his core. His core is located underground surrounded by vines and impossible to get to. Vines from the core spread across the village underground. Forester can only go a few miles away from the edge of the underground vines.

The only time his core would be possible to access is when Forester transforms. His transformed state is a 50-foot tall behemoth made of vines. In this state, he's stuck where he transformed. The core is moved to just below the neck area of the vine monster. Fighting Forester is suicide in most cases. He attacks with huge vine tendrils from his arms and the base of the beast. He doesn't tire and his vines regenerate.

There are only two ways to beat him. The first way would involve killing him. You would need large amounts of fire-spreading explosives to slow him down. It makes getting to his core easier, you'll still be getting attacked tho. You'll need to be able to fly (or just about anything that's not climbing) to his core, climbing would take too long. You'll need to plant explosives where the core is sealed away. Once opened, jump in as fast as you can, the vines will close shut rather quickly.

The core is a large amber sphere. it's soft and gooey when touched gently, but if you were to attack it, it would harden. Inside the core is the shape of a man in the form of vines. That's where Forester's brain and Cadou is. Destroying that kills him.

The second method requires cooperation with Forester's brother, Foxglove. This method is to non-lethally beat him. In this method you cant use explosives, Fox won't agree to help you otherwise. You'll need a team to pull this off. You need someone, or a group, to distract the majority of the vines. You'll need a way to get to the core and something strong enough to pry open the vines long enough for Foxglove to enter where he'll take care of the rest. This method saves Forester, but kills Foxglove.

His Area: Just like the four lords he has his own area. You'll need the six-winged unborn vine key to unlock the gate that leads to his garden lab. The lab is outside with a greenhouse nearby. It's a small area. Most, if not all, would miss the entrance to his underground lair.

The underground area is seven floors down with an arena to the right of all the floors. You can peek inside the arena through 5 of the sub levels. sublevel 1 is above the arena, while level 7 is where the entrance to the arena is. The arena's ceiling is about 60 feet tall. It's used for testing Miranda's experiments abilities among other things. Forester uses it to test and train his own abilities (which is why the ceiling is so high :3).

From the main entrance to the bottom level is a spiral staircase. Each sublevel has a floor gate on the steps with a unique lock. To continue you have to find the key somewhere in the sublevel. Each level has its own tactics and enemies. They're all based on the five senses. Also, before entering you will be disarmed, one way or another.

Sublevel 1 - normal. There's an elevator on this floor locked behind a door that requires the vine key, that only Forester, and his little brother (who i'll talk about later in the post) have. The elevator goes to each level by going through hallways behind the arena walls.

Sublevel 2 - enemies that rely on sight. It'll be essentially hide and sneak kinda gameplay. If you get spotted you have to run out of sight and into a hiding place. You cant be seen going into a hiding spot.

Sublevel 3 - enemies that rely on hearing. You have to explore as quietly as possible. If a chase scene happens you have to hide in a special safe room.

Sublevel 4 - enemies that rely on smell. You'll have to regularly step into ponds that have a special substance inside that masks your scent into smelling like the enemy. But you can't get too close to the enemies there. They'll be able to identify you if you're too close. There are special rooms filled with an overwhelming amount of scents that the enemies wont enter.

Sublevel 5 - the enemies there rely on touch. They have long arms and hands that sweep across the floors. All you gotta do is avoid them. Harder said than done tho. The enemies can sense vibrations =). Dont move too erratically. Simple fast movements are best. Since they're rather big, they cant fit inside some rooms.

Sublevel 6 - The enemies here rely on taste. The key in this level is at the end of a large room that's packed with enemies with long tongues. They interact with their tongues. If they taste a human they'll attack. You have to explore the rest of the level for a vine suit to disguise as one of them. A few enemies roam outside the crowded room tho. They whip their tongues around them. It's a pretty wide radius, but it's not fast. To get past them you gave to see the whip pattern. There are no safe rooms or hide spots, besides the merchant room, in this level.

Sublevel 7 - All the above (with Forester roaming around as a treat =3)~

Arena - Boss Battle =))))))

Story: Forester was born in one of the poorest areas in Norway. His parents barely had enough to feed him, and themselves. When Ester was 10 he found a job at a garden owned by an old wealthy woman. To get the job he had to pretend to be rich. He did a lot of stalking to learn the behavior of rich kids his age; he got very good and stalking and slipping on a mask. He also stole clothes and food to look the part. The old lady was none the wiser. For 6 years she believed in his carefully constructed lie.

The old lady happened to have no living relatives, with no one else to give her wealth and belongings to, she gave it all to Forester when she died; He was 16. With his newly acquired wealth, he gave his family a comfortable home, with everything they could need and want.

Forester had always wanted to attend school, but could never afford or have time for it. Now that he could, he immediately enrolled. It was incredibly difficult. He was somewhat educated, he'd stolen books in the past and taught himself, but he was still incredibly behind. Regardless he tried his best and spent countless nights up studying. Eventually, he was able to do more than catch up, but surpass many of his peers.

After graduation, he went to college out of his country where he majored in botany and aimed for a PhD. He met Miranda in college. They had a few similar classes and got along well. Eventually, they became close friends.

After graduating from college they both went out to do their own thing, but kept in touch and traveled often together. Eventually, Forester decided to work as her assistant and learn from her.

In his early 30s, he took in his little brother, Foxglove, after their parents died. Foxglove was around a year or two years old at the time. While raising his brother, Forester felt a void in him filled. He had someone to love and take care of. Someone he could trust and love unconditionally. Both Foxglove and Eva got along well and played often together.

When Eva died, Forester was there to support his closest most trusted friend. When Miranda found the megamycete she went to her friend and explained what happened and her new plan. Forester, although wary, supported her in any way he could. He refused to go near the megamycete tho.

When he got close to it, Miranda pushed him into it. The megamycete grabbed Forester with tendrils and seemed to absorb him into it.

A few months after Eva died. Foxglove wandered into the forest nearby and found beautiful flowers. Ones that shared his name. Curious the boy ate a few of the flowers. Not too long afterward he came to his brother as fast as he could. He felt sick. Very sick. Fox explained what happened to Forester. Panicked he quickly tried his best to make a remedy, a cure, anything with what he had. But with no time or sufficient supplies on hand, Foxglove died in his arms.

It broke Forester. The void from before returned, larger than before. He desperately turned to Miranda for help. Miranda smiled, with something malicious behind her smile, and told him to go to the megamycete.

Inside the megamycete was an indescribable experience. While inside Ester could feel his body painfully changing. It also awoke something hiding deep in his mind. Something he was forced to forget. Miranda had been brainwashing him for years as an experiment in creating a truly loyal servant. He could feel his anger overwhelm him. He thought they were friends. He thought he could trust her. She knows things about him that he never said out loud before. He was hurt, betrayed, and pissed. Forester was determined to confront her, make her pay.

With his mind quieter, Forester remembered his brother. He found Miranda and approached her carefully and asked where his brother is. Miranda took him to an unmarked grave in the forest. He broke down. Miranda interrupted him, and asked him what he was going to do. Was he going to continue to wallow in despair or try to bring Foxglove back?

He clawed his way out of the megamycete. He felt heavy, but he continued. Eventually, he broke through after weeks of being trapped. With him a giant sphere like object covered in vines emerged. Upon inspecting it, he quickly realized what it was. He could believe what he saw. He had to hide it, and fast. He had looked down and had an idea.

He felt a newfound power within him, and with it, he sent his core deep underground where its vines would grow and spread. With his core safe he confronted Miranda. She initially tried to kill him, but found the effort futile. Instead, she spoke a series of words. Forester blacked out.

When he awoke he was sitting in a chair in Miranda's lab. Miranda was nowhere in sight. Desperate to find answers he returned to the megamycete. Touching it revealed the truth. When he blacked out, he was still awake, but he wasn't himself. He saw as he answered every question Miranda asked and did exactly as he was told. He calmed his growing anger and thought carefully. He needed a plan to bypass her brainwash effect.

Soon he began working on his lab and lair. He worked tirelessly on ways to bring back his brother. After years of research and testing, he was able to make an exact copy made of foxglove flowers. Forester not caring that what he created was a copy, embraced the boy and accepted him. Ester explained to the new Foxglove who he was.

Forester was content. He had his brother back. Still, the void remained. Regardless he could now focus on getting rid of Miranda. By then he had learned how to pass messages and take notes unconsciously. He informed his brother about his situation.

As the years passed, Foxglove stayed physically the same, but his mind grew.

Eventually, during the time that Heisenberg began preparing his army, Forester had Fox give him a letter explaining everything he knew. In secret, the two conspired against Miranda.

Currently: So Forester was created for an rp with one of my closest friends (@plague-doctorz). So what happened with Forester is that a war had started with three forces. Heisenberg's army, William's (Plagues' OC) army, Miranda's one-man brainwashed army, Forester. Will provoked Forester into transforming, according to Foxglove's plan. After dealing with many attack from Forester, the pair, with Lady Dimitrescu's help, formed a plan.

William acted as the distraction. With most of the vines focused on him, Alcina, transformed, swooped in through the middle, while dealing with stray vines, and brought Fox to where the core is. She pryed open the vines. Foxglove stepped inside and forced Alcina to let go. The vines shut closed. Inside Fox opened up the amber easily. Even in a brainwashed state, Forester trusted his brother no matter what.

Foxglove began flaking into leaves and flowers and flew into the crevices of the vines that made up Forester. He was able to snap Ester back to his senses at the cost of his life.

Forester had lost consciousness, and when he awoke, Miranda was already dead. He felt even emptier than before. The hole in his heart got wider when he found out what happened.

Right now, a few months later, Forester is at a state where he's on the brink of snapping. What he needs is closure, and something to fill the void in his heart. But can he have both? Will he even get either?

=)

So this is Forester! Please send me any questions and stuff if youre interested. I love to talk about him! Seriously, he lives rent free in my head.

Oh also, here's a picrew of him while I'm still working on his sketches~

His hair down too, cause im a simp,,,

Also here's Foxglove!

Also here's the link to a playlist on spotify based on Forester: here

one last thing

👉👈 @roxyourworld look what i did~

#finally finished writing #this is seven pages in docs #I wrote more than i thought i would #i just have so much thoughts on Ester and Fox #OCs #Forester #Foxglove #Resident Evil 8 #Resident Evil #Resident Evil OC #Resident Evil 8 OC #the garden lab #original character #oc

[peachy-inserts]

Midoriya, Todoroki and Kirishima general head canons with a long distance, Australian s/o? I always see American s/o's and sometimes it feels as if people forget other places in the world exist lol. Thanks! (also a cute lil paragraph or smth of people finding out that the boys do have an s/o would be nice too) thanks!

Ah, the best boys who are so underrated on this blog. Seriously y’all, send in more Todoroki prompts

Midoriya:

Truth be told, he’s probably the best ad handling a long distance relationship. He’s a very social person, so it’s not like he’s missing out on any interactions in his day to day life. He gets the stimulation he needs from his environment

That’s not to say it isn’t hard, though. Australia is awfully far away from him, and being the type of loving and protective person he is, it’s difficult for him to cope with not being able to aid you when you’re in need, whether that’s mentally or even physically

Deku is an outgoing and extroverted person; while he, like anyone else, has his reservations, he also likes to see just how far he can push himself. This has been one of his biggest challenges yet, not being able to do the simple things people take for granted, like breathe in your sweet scent or stroke your hand when you’re upset. It’s the simple things, always these simple things he craves the most

Boy, he sure does show you off though. Constantly showing people pics of you on his phone, going out of his way to bring you up in conversations and randomly calling you throughout the day so you can weigh in on whatever topic he and his friends are discussing

Tell him all about your home! He’s such a sucker for learning new things and is eager to know everything about where you come from, both to get to know you better and for future reference

Pretty much any penny not used for bills, food, or gas, is thrown into savings to come visit you. What can I say, he’s very enthusiastic and excited to finally throw his arms around you like he’s dreamed of

Honestly, the perfect listener. He sits and soaks in everything you say with such determined intent, and it’s one of his most endearing qualities. In a long distance relationship, the most you can really do is talk, which is one of his strong suits. The boy is a people pleaser!

Todoroki:

Shouto is slightly worse at coping with having you so far away from him. Sure, he knew what he was getting into, and at first it was fine. But as time goes on and he finds himself becoming more attracted to you, it becomes more difficult to accept that he can’t actually see you on a daily basis

To be honest though, it’s a good experience for him. Being the emotionally damaged and distant person that he is, he can take his relationship with you in a relaxed stride. It’s all about baby steps

Please talk to him at least once a day! He’s insecure and quite frankly, a jealous lover. With you being in a different country, who knows whether or not there’s someone else sweeping you off of your feet

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you; once he devotes himself to someone, they’ve earned his whole and true self. He just can’t help feeling like he’s not good enough for you, and needs reassurance that you won’t leave him for someone closer to you in location

Shouto wouldn’t be very vocal about your relationship to anyone but his close friends and select family members. It’s not for any particular reason other than that’s just how he is; he doesn’t like too much of his personal life being known unless he consents to it

Boy has big money though, whether or not he’s a pro in this scenario or not is up to you, though. Either way, he’s got enough at any given moment to fly in and see you for a few days

Those few days he comes to see you, a few times throughout the year, he’s beyond nervous. Shouto is new to romantic experiences, and simply a stuttering, flustered mess. 

He tries to play it off by having you tour him around your home, wearing a fisherman’s hat, cargo shorts, socks and sandals, and a classic bahama style button up. He literally looks like someone’s dad, so be prepared

All in all, he’s just glad he has someone he can count on, someone who at any time he can call and express his doubts to. It’s the most comfortable he’s ever felt with someone, amazing considering the fact that he hadn’t known you prior

Kirishima:

Creating and staying loyal to a bond between someone thousands of miles away? Now that’s manly as fuck! 

Kirishima is already an incredibly supportive and enthusiastic boyfriend. Not being able to see you other than over video calls just amplifies this trait of his. He’s a touchy person, preferring to enunciate his speech through actions. Because he can’t do that with you very frequently, he’s spitting out love poems and compliments 24 hours a day

Like Deku, he’d totally show you off to people. He tries to learn as much about your culture as possible so that he can talk about his totally rad Australian partner anytime that he gets the chance

Constantly tagging you in social media posts; he especially likes it when people in your family will respond to them, because it makes him feel like he’s really connected to your life instead of isolated from the world around you

He doesn’t need a lot of reassurance, simply because he would never date someone he thought he couldn’t trust. It takes a big fuck up to make him suspicious of you, or on someone else’s part for him to ever be jealous

Makes it his goal to visit at least twice a year! Although he’s content with your current arrangement, he wants to get more comfortable with the idea of being in a close setting with you

As much as he loves to travel and wants to understand your life, he would also be eager to introduce you to his world. All of his friends have heard so many stories about you, teasing him nonstop, and Kiri simply cannot wait to show off to them any longer

He truly values and respects you for being able to cope with an online relationship; it’s something he never really pictured himself doing, but he adapts at a rapid pace. 

However, while he’s not particularly needy (or at least pretends not to be), he still misses you like crazy! He’ll call you at random times throughout the day, asking you if you’ve eaten, how did you sleep, ranting about something that happened, or just looking to pass the time

Your favorite calls are when he tries desperately to stay awake with you despite the time difference and passes out in range of the camera, even in his sleep looking so determined

Also, expect lots of cooking tutorials, which are really just excuses to talk to you even more. He’s gotta be able to practice so that when you’re together, he can impress you with his cooking!

...That you taught him how to do

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2o. Exhausted parent kiss

(I’m sorry for the wall of text, Tumblr was built by morons, and when I edited the post it moved the read more into the ask itself and nothing I do will fix it -_- )

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They’d thought they could handle the Zoo, if they made sure to stick together and stand united against any kid rebellion. They’d made a plan, they’d assigned roles, they’d broken almost every minute down to a specific routine. And, to be fair, the day had started off well enough.

But an hour in and the dominoes started falling, knocking into each other, stacking and stacking until there was utter chaos – Emma’s feet had started hurting, and Beth reminded her that she had chosen these frilly, half-translucent jelly sandals, that she had warned her that they would likely not be comfortable for a day of walking, but Emma had been stubborn and demanding, hands on her hips and heels firmly planted, her chin jutted out and blue eyes steely (Rio had happened catch the expression and had to hide his chuckle; “She definitely got that look from you, mamí,” he murmured to her later, after helping Emma into her booster seat. Beth had not been amused), so she had conceded and informed her that there would be no complaints later if her feet did start to hurt.  Emma’s eyes had sparkled and she’d thrown her arms around Beth’s thighs, smiling sweetly up at her with an equally saccharine, “Thank you, Mommy!”

Danny had started to get overwhelmed, clutching Beth’s hands until it hurt, refusing to let go and melding to her side, ignoring her attempts to distract him with her fingers ruffling through his hair or by excitedly pointing out the animals in their exhibits.

Kenny cycled violently between skulking and thoroughly enjoying himself the entire time, teenage hormones beginning to rear their ugly heads. And then, noticing Danny shyly hanging back, Kenny had launched his attack, mocking Danny for “being a baby”, for “needing his mommy”, for being “a scaredy cat”. Rio had sharply told him to knock it off, leveling him with that Dad glare, mixed with a little Gang Leader for emphasis, and Kenny had backed down – only to slide up into Danny’s space and whisper his insults in his ear.

All of this, of course, led to the finale in their travelling circus – Jane, climbing on top of a fence lining the pathway, her jacket arms tied around her neck so that it billowed out behind her like a cape (Beth had, in this case, put her foot down about Jane’s outfit choices. She had mostly outgrown her capes and her lack of pants, but occasionally she relapsed, especially if an event seemed exciting and ripe for adventure), tipping her head back and screeching, like Tarzan – only filthier – all while Marcus danced around her, hooting and shrieking and egging her on. Rio had swooped in immediately, but he wasn’t fast enough to catch Jane before she took off, taking two big steps along the fence top, losing her balance, and launching herself off in an attempt to save face.

Beth had shrieked as she went down and Rio had yelled, and every eye in a fifty foot radius was trained on them, strangers appalled and worried and annoyed. Marcus retreated to hide behind Beth as Jane inevitably hit the ground too hard, her momentum flinging her forward onto her face. Rio had scooped her up just as she rolled over and burst into gasping, wailing tears.

Kenny had hovered on the edge of the disaster, looking embarrassed.

As Rio carried Jane back to Beth, the Pièce de résistance – Danny had jerked hard on her arm, demanding her attention, but of course Beth had brushed him off, was trying to drop his hand so that she could check Jane for any serious damage, but he had latched on and tugged even harder, desperate for her attention, his voice tight. Beth turned with a sharp what, Danny? On the tip of her tongue when he opened his mouth and puked, the contents of his stomach spilling against her fitted t-shirt and dribbling down her jeans.

Pandemonium, of course, had ensued.

Now, finally pulling up to the house – their trip cut short, for obvious reasons – Beth heaves a long, exhausted sigh. She and Rio had herded their children to the van where they cleaned Danny and Jane up, and then they’d bickered about what to do with the vomit covered clothing. Danny stripped his shirt and settled in the back of the van with Kenny, too embarrassed to complain. Rio insisted Beth wear just her jacket over her bra and that she take off her pants, that the smell would be too much if they didn’t pack the clothes away, but Beth had pushed back – she didn’t have any spare pants. After a heated stare down, they’d compromised: Beth would wear her jacket over her bra, but would leave her jeans on and cover her lap with his jacket to smother the smell. He’d crowded her into the open passenger’s seat, using his body to shield her in the vast zoo parking lot, but immensely enjoying the view. Even weary and frustrated, he had a one track mind. Beth’d rolled her eyes.

She drops heavily out of the passenger seat and helps Rio unbuckle the three youngest from their booster seats in the middle row. Marcus keeps his head down, ashamed and contemplative, scuffing his shoe and meandering to the front door. Emma stares with wide, glassy eyes first at Rio, then Beth, her lower lip sticking out and about to tremble, but Beth cuts that off with a hard head tilt, and sends a now solemn Emma on her way. Jane whimpers pathetically, swipes at her snotty, running nose with the back of her hand, and when Beth reaches for her, she shrinks away, sad little wounded animal noises curling in the back of her throat. Beth opens her mouth to ask her what’s wrong – then snaps it shut, biting her lip as Jane lifts her arms towards Rio, asking him without words to carry her inside. He sweeps her up and settles her on his hip without complaint.

It makes something deep inside Beth clench.

Danny and Kenny get themselves out, and both hurry to the house – Kenny impatient to get on his computer, Danny thoroughly humiliated by his reaction to the crowds and the chaos, and his state of undress. Beth, with no children to transport, retrieves the stuff from the trunk, prepared to soak and wash their soiled clothes. Danny at least lets her press a kiss to his hair and squeeze him against her side as Rio unlocks the door.

“Kenny, upstairs. Got that book report you gotta finish before tomorrow.”

Kenny rolls his eyes at Rio, groans. Ultimately drags his feet up the stairs to his room anyway.

“Honey, why don’t you go upstairs and take a shower before dinner, okay?” Beth grips Danny’s chin between her thumb and index finger, tipping it up so she can meet his eyes.

He looks away, nods, follows his brother.

Emma has already disappeared to her and Jane’s room. Marcus hovers in the foyer and rubs at his arm, too unsure of himself to commit to one direction. Beth ruffles his hair and points him towards the den. “Why don’t you go and pick out a movie for you and Jane to watch, Sweetie?”

He nods, his face lighting up with that charming, sure-to-break-some-hearts smile and dashes off.

Wandering into the living room and then the dining room, grabbing stray, discarded socks and pants and – underwear? Beth wrinkles her nose in disgust – to add to her spontaneous laundry load, she approaches the kitchen, hears Rio murmuring to Jane, “But we gotta be quick, ‘aight? Sneaky. Like a ninja. Can you do that?” She pauses on the other side of the wall, listens as the fridge opens and closes, as cupboards and drawers open and close, as silverware clatters against dishes. Jane giggles and hums, as Rio shushes her. When Beth finally steps into the open, Rio and Jane – sat on the island counter – freeze, spoons in their mouths, bowls filled with ice cream, the carton open and abandoned next to them.

Rio looks at Jane, sighing. “Looks like we got caught red handed, darlin’.”

Jane clutches her bowl closer, growling like a rabid animal. The effect is shattered by her toothy grin suddenly erupting across her battered face.

“I’m gonna go throw all of this in the wash and get changed. Does she need any band aids or anything?”

“Nah, mama, I think she’s good.”

Beth purses her lips. Scrapes and cuts are sprinkled across her baby’s forehead and nose and cheeks, her hands and knees, and okay, maybe they really don’t look too bad, but you can never be sure. She leaves to dump the duffel bag – a purple one, meant for family, not Book Club – in the washing machine, stripping her jeans and jacket off and shoving them in, too, then changes into a pair of comfy leggings and a soft oversized t-shirt that she pulls from the dryer. Then she grabs the first aid kit from the laundry storage and steps back into the kitchen.

When Rio sees the white box in her hands, he scowls at her. Beth shrugs. She is who she is.

He clears their dishes, rinsing them and setting them in the sink, while she methodically cleans and then applies antibiotic cream to Jane’s wounds. She holds out two band aid options for her daughter to choose from.

“Those ones!” Jane points to the creepy crawly themed ones, covered with all sorts of bugs.

Beth laughs, because of course. She carefully presses band aids to Jane’s knees, palms, and wrists, leaving her face bare – the last time she had tried to put a band aid on her face, Jane had screamed bloody murder and thrashed like a fish caught on a hook. Beth had learned her lesson.

“All done!” Beth smiles, replacing her supplies in the first aid kit. She leans to lift Jane into her arms.

“No! Rio!”

Rio catches her eye, nodding. “S’cool, mama, I got her.”

Beth doesn’t know if she should be offended or charmed by Jane’s insistence on her preferred caretaker.

She tucks Jane’s hair behind her ear, the opening theme for Despicable Me starting from where Marcus is huddled on the couch. “Go sit with Marcus and watch the movie, okay?”

Jane nods. Rio kisses Beth’s cheek as he passes.

She decides now is likely the best time to shower, while the house is quiet and before she passes out from exhaustion. When she’s done, she goes upstairs to check on her three oldest, finding Danny drawing on his bed, freshly bathed and already in his jammies; Emma barefoot and dancing, twirling and delicately jumping, singing lightly along to whatever soundtrack she has playing; and Kenny on his computer – slyly trying to minimize some online game as Beth opens his door, pretending he’d been working on his homework all the while, but he chuckles awkwardly, caught, pinned in place by Beth’s disapproving scowl. She sets him straight and returns to the ground floor.

What she stumbles on sends warmth snaking up the back of her neck, across her shoulders, down her spine. Marcus is curled up in the corner of the couch, fast asleep. Rio is on the opposite end, head tipped back and eyes closed, Jane wrapped completely around him like a spider monkey, straddling him with her knees on either side of his hips, arms tucked against his sides, head nestled into his chest as she snores softly. Rio’s hand is pressed to her back, holding her against him. Beth stands on the stairs and gapes, awed and – yep, definitely charmed, not offended by the sight. She tugs her phone from her back pocket, rounding the couch and inching closer in hopes of silently capturing the moment. One, two shots, she’s about to zoom in when –

“Better not be doin’ what I think you’re doin’,” Rio growls.

Beth grins and circles behind the couch. She bends over the back, kissing him on the cheek, rubbing her nose through his beard and burying her face in his neck.

He grunts. “Never doin’ that again.” She figures he means the Zoo.

She giggles against his skin. Kisses the closest wing of the eagle tattoo, scrapes her teeth against the junction of his neck and shoulder.

“Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish,” he rumbles.

“Sorry,” she says, not sorry at all. He huffs a laugh.

She lifts herself away from him, finding his eyes open and earnest, and that warmth from before swells. She leans down again, brushes her lips against his, smiles when he tilts his head to give her a better angle so it’s not so much an awkward sorta spiderman kiss, and instead a pleasant slightly sideways melding of their mouths. She licks at the seam of his lips until he lets her deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers and groaning. When she bites down hard on his lower lip, he jerks away.

“What’d I tell you?” But he isn’t angry – his voice is rough like sandpaper, making the hair on her neck stand up.

She presses in again, but this kiss is chaste. She burrows again into his neck. “Honestly, that’s all I’ve got in me right now.”

Rio laughs quietly. “Yeah, I feel that.”

Silence falls over them, save for Gru eagerly describing his newest evil invention. Rio turns to inhale the scent of her hair, letting the curls engulf him.

“I’m going to send those to Annie and Ruby.”

He stiffens. “Nuh.”

“Mmhmm. I have to, I have no choice.”

“Elizabeth.”

That night, they’re both too tired to do more than make out a little in bed before passing out.

Rio wakes her in the morning with his hips grinding into her ass and his teeth teasing her pulse point, his energy restored and his appetite thriving. Beth welcomes it, lets it swallow her whole.

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MLQC: Victor

Victor x M/C

Sweet fluff

kiss

Summary: You decide Victor needs some real downtime and decide to invite him on a day out, It’s a surprise thanks for supporting you. He begrudgingly obliges you.

Word count: 3027

You agree to meet at a coffee shop near downtown. You're there early dolled up in a bohemian style white skirt to your calves and a loose fitting hemp blouse with a v neck and large sleeves, you have donned a brown sunhat and you have matching brown sandals on that lace up to your knees. Underneath it all you are wearing a swimsuit and you have lots of wood bead bracelets on your wrists but no other jewelry. You left your hair loose and flowing as that was the theme for the day. 

You were excited to see Victor, you told him to dress as casual as possible. You have never seen him outside of a suit. It was also very hot out so you guessed he would wear shorts and a t-shirt. You had waited for him outside in anticipation. Watching the hustle and bustle of people go about their day, you feel your excitement bubbling up. 

As you turn around to look the other direction, you step into a hard sculpted chest. Big warm hands had to grab your arms to keep you from falling on your ass. You noticed he barely stifled a laugh and felt your face turn bright red. 

“Victor,” you squeaked meekly, taking a step back looking him up and down. 

He was wearing a pale green polo shirt that made his grey eyes look green, light brown khaki shorts, he also had sandals with thick brown straps and buckles. Victor's hair was dark and tousled by the gentle breeze. You could still see the hint of a smile on his lips and the mirth in his eye. 

“Enjoying the scenery?’”

You smiled up at him, “yes I am very much. I never expected to see you without socks so soon.”

“In what context were you expecting to see me without socks?”

“Nevermind….” You trailed off, “Lets get some Iced coffee and go for a walk.”

Victor followed you into the cafe and you both ordered Iced coffee and walked out towards the park. You snuck a quick glance at Victor who was sipping his coffee and surveying the surroundings casually. You smiled to yourself, he already looked relaxed. You leisurely walked halfway around the park chatting at Victor about your week. When your drinks were done you threw away your cups in a trashcan. 

You had been eyeing up the dock full of paddle boats and you wondered if Victor would be up for it. 

Victor turned to you and at the same time you asked each other, "Do you want to rent a paddle boat?”

You giggled and he smiled simply taking your hand and walked you to the boat rentals. “One boat please!,” He paid, taking the key for the boat. 

“It will be number 5,” said the worker pointing to the dock, " I'll keep your purse, bags and belongings here into the same number locker. He opens the locker and puts your phones and wallets in locking it.

The two of you walked to the dock and Victor helped you into the boat and climbed in himself. Once he was in he unlocked the chain and used his foot to cast off the dock. You started paddling in time with him. It felt like you two were in sync. It was very calm and peaceful. 

“So, this is what you do for fun?” he inquired.

You smiled, “No, this is what you do on a date. I would not do this with just anyone you know.”

He nodded, “I wouldn’t like it if you went on one of these with another man…”

“Victor, was that jealousy i just heard?”

He looked at you with such a serious face,”Have you been on one of these before?”

You were trying to tease him but he was so serious right now your smile faltered, “Yeah, I have.”

Victor frowned.

You raised an eyebrow at him and gently touched his hand, "When I was little my dad would bring me out here.”

He seemed to relax at that, “I see…”

The two of you stayed on the lake and stopped paddling just sitting there enjoying the bobbing of the boat on the small waves. Holding hands you sigh. 

“Is this your first time on a paddle boat, Victor?”

He nods his affirmation,”I quite like the pace, I don’t often get to just stop and take a breath.”

He leans his head back and closes his eyes for just a moment. You find yourself studying his profile, his sharp jaw, his angular face contrasted by his soft lips and thick dark eyelashes. You follow his neck past his adams apple to the sweep in between his collarbones. You swallow thinking you really wanted to lick that spot as you run your hands across those shoulders. 

The breeze blows his cologne towards you and you automatically breathe in his scent and close your eyes. You feel the boat shift and something soft touch your cheek as you open your eyes. Victor's hand came to rest on your cheek and he caressed your lower lip with his thumb. His steely demeanor seemed to soften in the warm sunlight as he looked from your eyes to your lips. He leaned in close, you hold your breath in anticipation of something more.

"Your lipstick is smudged," He states simply as he tucks your hair behind your ear as he leans back. you feel disappointed but brush it off.

The two of you continue paddling and talking when suddenly a frog hops from a stray branch onto your lap. It startles you and you automatically try to stand up which tips the boat off balance and Vicor tries to steady you but you grab onto him and fall backwards into the water with a huge splash taking him with you. 

You resurface and see Victor is okay too. You grab the boat and swim to the other side putting it between you two. Victor grabs onto the boat and sees your huge grin and playfully splashes you with a handful of water. 

"Idiot…"he says but he's softly laughing. 

You both cimb back into the boat agreeing it's time to find dry land. You return to the dock and secure the boat. You were both sopping wet. Victor's looks you up and down. You blush under the scrutiny. 

"Was this your plan all along?"he motioned to your swimsuit visible under the soggy blouse.

You shrug, "Well, I can cross it off my bucket list,"you giggle, "I always wanted to go swimming with a shark."

He shook his head exasperated.

Once you returned the boat key, collecting your belongings, you grabbed Victor by the hand and found a great soft patch of grass. Let's dry out in the sun and watch the clouds. Victor played along and lay on the grass hands behind his head and you plopped yourself beside him.

"That one looks like an ice cream cone, you started and that one looks like a rabbit." 

Victor watched with you even giving a few suggestions himself but slowly he started to drift off and you'd hear the occasional soft hmmm in agreement when you looked over he was almost asleep. He must really be exhausted, you think to yourself letting him nap. After all you suspected he was more run down than he let on and that's why you planned this outing initially.

You watched him sleep for a bit and decided to occupy yourself with a cute phone game you have been playing. You rolled over onto your stomach so your backside could dry. Kicking your feet up in the air you played for a bit and started yawning yourself. 

Glancing over at Victor you smiled, watching him sleep made you warm and fuzzy. He looked so completely different. The tight features you were used to seeing were now completely gone. His furrowed brow now smooth his tight lips slightly parted his tension replaced with relaxed demeanor. It was special, a treasure to be hoarded for your eyes only. You wanted to carve this sight into your melting heart forever. You took a picture and hugged your phone to your chest for just a moment. You watch him for a while longer nodding off yourself. 

When he woke up from his nap you were holding your phone to your chest protecting its precious contents while lying on your side. Victor gently brushed your hair out of your face noting that it was so thick it was still heavy and wet. He would remember that for later. 

Looking around it was still early afternoon and he watched people sitting on the grass, noting couples and families with their children. It was calm and simple. Something he wasn't used to but it felt good. He had known he was overworking himself but ignored his need to rest in favor of faster results. However sitting here right now he felt so completely at ease. How did you know he wondered? 

His eyes trailing back to you. Watching the swell of your breast as you breathe shallowly, noting the soft curve of your hip and the cute sandals that made your ankles look so dainty. Your tiny hands desperately clutching your phone. Your soft lips part as you sigh in your sleep. He wondered if you were bored, surely falling asleep on a date was not acceptable. Frowning he thought he might need to make it up to you later. He wasn't one to disappoint.

He caressed your shoulder, "____you should wake up." The deep cadence of his voice drifted into your dream making your toes curl. 

"Victor…"you moan contentedly.

The tone of your voice unhinges him shooting him in the gut and slightly lower. Taking him off guard for a moment. He had never heard his name so sultry coming out of your sweet mouth. 

He runs his hand up your arm again, "It's time to wake up ___,"

"I don't want to wake up, I want to stay here with you…" you grouse as you drift in and out of your dream.

"What would we do?,"Victor asks, realizing you are not quite awake, and you are talking in your sleep, this could be fun.

"I want to touch it, it looks so fluffy…"

Victor quirks and eyebrow at this, "What are you talking about?" 

"Your hair, silly." 

He's a little surprised at the comment and reaches up to touch his hair. It is soft, he thinks.

"Tell me what would you do if I let you touch my hair?"

You respond with no hesitation, "I would run my fingers through it all the time. You're so hard everywhere else. I love the contrast." 

Vicor blushes at the thought of your hands running through his hair and down his shoulders to his chest. He shakes his head grateful you're not seeing his reaction. 

Feeling a little guilty he again rubs your arm. He knows he should stop but he just can't seem to help himself. 

"What else do you want to do babygirl?" he drops his voice lower quietly prompting you to respond.

"Victor, please I want you to…" you doze off again.

"What do you want me to do?"

You hmmm licking your lips, "Pudding!"

He drops his head in dismay thinking he was going to get something good and here you want him to make pudding? It figures. 

"Idiot!"he says to himself this time. 

Victor gets up and walks over to one of the park vendors ordering two coffees and comes back to sit beside you. This time he shakes you awake. 

You yawn and stretch out. opening an eye you look up to see your boss beside you. You sit up ,"I'm sorry I didn't mean to doze off…"

He simply nods and hands you a coffee. You take it and sip it. Looking around, it's still early. You check your phone. It's about three in the afternoon and your stomach grumbles. 

"Time for some special food," you smile.

Victor looks dubious at the prospect of you choosing the food. You smile and get up.

" We are strolling over to the tea house. I had the owners pick out a special meal for us. I promise it will be amazing."

You took him to a beautiful tea house that housed a very traditional style garden full of several koi ponds with just the right amount of shade. You sat on the tatami mat, across from the table was Victor. The elderly couple who lived there were the ones serving you tea and a late lunch. There was a fair variety of food to choose from all in small portions and all very healthy. Victor was indeed impressed. 

You ate your food and described each dish to Victor. He already knew most of the dishes of course but he liked how animated you were when you talked so he indulged you. The two of you enjoyed a tea ceremony afterwards and you both got to try with some guidance. It was fun.

It was starting to get darker and you wanted to take Victor to a very special place. It was where you first met him, the street he had saved you from the car when you were five. There was a festival happening there and you wanted him to see it with you. You quietly hoped he would remember too. 

You hailed a cab and when the two of you got in you told the driver where to go. it was a long drive and you sat in comfortable silence along the way. It was always like this with Victor, you could just enjoy each other without saying anything. it was so natural like he'd always been by your side. 

When you arrived at your destination You paid and the two of you got out. Victor surveyed the surroundings with a positive nod. There were stalls and vendors along both sides of the road and Small stalls with various games. The highlight of the festival was the dance of the shrine maiden and so you literally dragged victor around to play games and kill time until sunset. 

When they announced the dance you beamed up at Victor and he nodded, taking you by the hand under the pretense of not getting lost. He skillfully weaved the two of you in and out of the crowd until you reached the platform. A huge crowd was gathered and you were too short to see. 

Victor got down on one knee in front of you, "get on," he said as you took each of his hands to balance as you hiked your skirt up to strattle his shoulders. He wrapped his large hands around your calves and stood up with ease and you grabbed his hair for balance. 

"Oh wow, it's so soft," you say as you run your finger through his dark locks.

Victor knew you wanted to touch his hair, he smirked to himself at your comment, "Pay attention dummy," he motioned to the stage as a woman came out dressed in a beautiful kimono. 

She collapsed to the ground dramatically and shot up suddenly with two large bells in each hand. The music started and she began to dance as she rang the bells.

It was a beautiful dance and you were so enamored of it you almost forgot you were on Victor's shoulders. There was a bang and smoke rose up from the stage. Suddenly men dressed as demons began dancing around the girl. You startled and could feel Victor shaking under you with laughter. His cheek brushed the inside of your bare thigh. 

Just now realizing how incredibly intimate this position was you failed to focus on the rest of the show. Instead softly letting your fingers play in Victor's hair as you pretend to watch. Wishing you could do this forever but also feeling like it was almost too intimate. You were at war with your inner self, would you get the chance to do this again? Who knew. Occasionally you'd feel Victor unconsciously rub his face against one thigh or the other and it made your toes curl. You wondered if he noticed.

It was over all too soon. Victor reached his hands up to grab yours and knelt down slowly keeping his balance. You climbed off and Victor turned to face you. His hair was a mess and you laughed. He had an unreadable expression as he looked at you. His eyes were darker than usual. You reached up to him and he automatically leaned down to you. Gently you put his hair back into place while he maintained intense eye contact with you. You stopped, hands sliding to rest upon his shoulders. 

Before you knew what happened he was kissing you. His arms around your waist pulling you in as he expressed his desire without words. Your hands went back to his hair, fingers curling around the softness pulling him closer as you leaned into him and your lips pressed his, a soft caress and he tilted his head and parted his lips letting his tongue caress your upper lip. You opened your mouth and licked the tip of his tongue with yours in silent affirmation.

Suddenly the kiss became deeper, more demanding. His tongue swept your mouth exploring every crevice as you chased it with your own. You lapped at his mouth as he moaned into yours. Sucking on his lower lip as you parted from him. 

Victor's voice came out husky,“That look on your face right now, it’s how I always want you to look at me!”

It was a command, a sweet one full of love. You put your hand on his chest and felt his heart pounding. Looking at his face he seemed cool as a cucumber but his heart told you the truth. 

The End

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Soft/quiet words  - use one/some for a painting with strong tonal contrast

Here’s our class collaboration of soft and quiet words. Use this list as potential subject matter. If you choose to make a painting using soft words and strong contrast, please use one (or combine a couple or a few) that you did not contribute. i.e use someone else’s word for your content! If you choose a word/s from this list your painting must explore STRONG TONAL CONTRAST

Blanket, warm, tea, coffee, rain, fog, stars, desert, infinite, calm, nourish, circle, zen, range, frost, round, your eyes dance around the painting, sweet, innocent, full of soul, adorable, kind, pink, sunset, shy, strawberries, cream, blush, big eyes, sleepy, dreams, crackling fireplace, Shhhh, Speckle, Floating feather, Warm smile, Tea, Vapor, Trickle, Breeze, Field, Air, Warmth, Warm laundry, Sob, Condensation, Fall, Reading, Farmhouse, bliss, love, peace, serene, kind, soft, fluff, puppy, baby, stream, air, flow, wind, blow, Weak, sleepy, tired, fluffy, round, heart, feelings, hair, bubbles, thoughts, hands, love, cuddle, whispers, secret, smile, touch, hug, hello, friends, texting, ice cream, chocolate, cake, cream cheese, bread, grass, flowers, drizzle, sleep, pillow, Wavy, Lines, Green, Light, Dark, Calming, Free, ow-key, gentle, fog, rain, clouds, lilac, baby blue, sweet, kind, Payless, proper, companionship, light care hug, cuddle, heart, motherly love, appreciation, open-ness, pet, dog, puppy, soft fur, pet, dreams, clouds, satin, sky, milk, bored, blanket, silk, warm hugs, doves, flute, fireplace, peace, feather wispy swoop blanket cuddle listen cloud marshmallow, soft, fluff, bunnies, tails, cotton balls, pillows, fabric, silky, cuddles, warm, dream sit smile  rain, have some tea, let's take a walk, ocean waves, hazy, fog, your skin is soft, whisper, early morning dew, quarantine, winter afternoon, fireplace, birdwatching, nature, sky, cloud, snail, dream, pillow, night, Star, lullaby, pastels, squishy, plush, Rain, Sun, Snow, Quiet, Complacent, Tears, Paint, Tear, Laugh, Sing,  Cry,  Clean, Sweep, Pour, Tired, Melancholy, tears, ice, deep voice, smoking, depression, sleeping, floating, clumsy, cold, temperature, soft, kind hearted, please, Blissful, warble, fuzzy, listen, strokes of a gentle hand, gentle, bland, fresh scent, give, smell of homemade pie, river, lake, pebbles, sand, sleep, cotton, apples, sky, light, tasteless, invisible, slow, long walks, meditation, tender kisses, sandals, soft, farm, pretty, arf, water, yellow, donate, smile, chirp, sunlight, tender, candy, drip, hush, whisper, delicate, quiet, intimate, lovely, gentle, soft touch, goosebumps, familiar, family, love, care, heart, jeans, water, chew, sleep, dreams, thoughts, laughter, “everything is going to be okay”, “I love you”, sunshine, sweetheart, white, listening, green, spoons, pple pie, thank you, cuddles, warm, naps, candles, kindness, skipping, lemonade, summer, sunset, beach, waves, birds singin, clean socks, air  windy, willow, mom, waves , spring, leaves, sky, babies, mom, family, together, bubble bath, kids, nice, peaches, soft, line, kiss, raining, tears, letting it out, music, tired, sleeping, soft, king hearted, helping others, helping yourself, please, floating, comfort, friends, being with others, expression, light, sky, nature, laughter, companionship, pacing, soft talking, pass the salt, sugar, its raining, cuddle, easy, hush, hush puppies, psst, softly goes, green meadow, salad, meh, whatever, maybe, lazy days, squeak, drip, droplet, oops, pleasant, please, nice, neat, friendly, popcorn, butter, milk, buttermilk

[a-burning-tale]

1st Writing Competition

Hello everyone! Welcome to the first writing competition between us, Kat and Tay! We will be basing our short stories off of the prompt above which we got from this blog: https://writingwithus.blogspot.com/

We are both starting our short stories at 18:30 our time, and will stop at 20:30. Hope you enjoy!

Kat’s entry 🌑 1.5k words:

“Of course I’ll be safe, Annie… Yes, yes, I know, I have you on speed dial… We clicked really well and-”

Three knocks sounded at the front door, alerting Rose to her company for the night. 

“Hey, I’ll have to let you go, he’s here… Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, bye.” Rose closes her phone and does one last sweep of her look, smoothing down her midnight blue dress and fluffing her brown hair just enough for some extra volume. Exiting her room with a flourish, Rose sped walked to her front door, taking just a moment to calm her racing heart, and opened it.

Standing at the door, her date gave a shining smile and held out a bouquet of blue tulips. His black hair framed his face in natural layers, and his button up shirt and slacks matched her dress perfectly. He held out an arm in invitation.

Rose accepted the bouquet, and gave Colin an equally bright smile. She wrapped her arm around his after locking her door, and walked to his car. He opened her door, got into the driver’s seat, and drove them to the known high-end restaurant across town.

The two lovebirds entered and were given a window seat, courtesy of Colin’s extra tip for the seater. Once they had settled, small talk ensued, which then led into a deeper, more interesting talk.

“I personally love star gazing, the pitch black universe dotted with glowing orbs just fascinates me.” Colin’s deep and clear voice seemed to reverberate through Rose, causing her to relax. 

“I love the stars too, there’s something peaceful to looking up into oblivion.” Rose responded with a lilt to her voice, utterly enamored.

This is going so well, it seems he already knows me and we’ve only been here for 20 minutes.

“Did you know that I’ll actually try to count the stars sometimes? I don’t know why, I’ve been doing it ever since I was a child. If I was ever bored at night, I would climb onto the roof and try to count.” Colin let out a deep chuckle from the fond memory, looking up to Rose’s hickory colored eyes to find them shimmering with delight.

“It’s kind of pointless to count the stars, you know?” A giggle escaped her mouth at that as she reached with her left hand for her glass of water, her right hand resting on her lap beneath the table.

“It’s also pointless to count freckles, but I know you have 24 on the edge of your right hand.” A smile plastered on his face, he turned after his comment and spoke to the waiter.

Rose stopped, confused, and stomach dropping. As he was talking, she did a quick count of her freckles, not even knowing the amount.

There were indeed 24, but she couldn’t let her fear show, just in case she was over thinking the comment. She looked back up as he was turning back towards her, and forced a pleasant smile on her face.

“What else do you know about me?” Her voice was still normal, thank goodness.

“Well, I believe you told me your favorite color was green, right?” His smile never faltered, and she let out a light chuckle to make a mask of lightheartedness.

“Right you are!” But we had never talked about our favorite colors. “Can you guess my favorite animal?”

“Hm… a lion!” Another smile from him.

“Right again!” Oh my god, what do I do?

“I also would bet that your favorite season is winter! Did I get that right?”

“You did! Are you like, psychic or something?” What do I do, what do I do?

“I know right? It’s like we’re meant for each other!” His smile seemed to broaden more if possible. Rose tried to broaden her smile, but failed.

“I have to use the restroom real quick, I’ll be right back.” She gives him a quick, tight lipped grin, and walks away, phone in hand.

As soon as Rose entered the bathroom, she was calling Annie.

“You were right, he���s not normal. I mean, he knew my favorite color, my favorite season, my favorite animal. He knew how many freckles I had on the outside of my right hand, Annie. How does anyone know that? I didn’t know that!” Rose’s voice became hoarse, her breathing ragged.

Annie’s smooth voice came through the phone. “Okay, slow down, what do you need me to do?”

“I don’t know, call the cops, come pick me up, something. I don’t want to be alone with this guy again.” Tears threatened to spill, fear starting to overcome her.

“Okay, okay, I’ll call the cops and let them know, where are you right now?”

“I’m at the fancy restaurant across town, you know, the expensive one.”

“The Collar?”

“Yes! Yes, The Collar!” Rose practically screamed.

“Okay, Rose, listen to me, you have to go back out there and pretend everything’s okay. Right after I get off the phone with you, I’ll call the police and have them bring you home. I’ll be waiting there, okay? Just stay calm, and don’t let him know you’re onto him, got it?”

“Yeah, okay, I can do that.” Rose took a few deep breaths, preparing to go out again. “I’ll see you later.” And the call disconnected.

Rose looked in the mirror, touched up her makeup, and went back to the table.

“Sorry that took so long! I guess something I ate yesterday didn’t settle too well.”

Colin’s face turned into one of confusion.

“I didn’t think you ate anything harsh yesterday, just some light pasta and garlic bread?” Colin’s emerald eyes bore into hers, a genuine question, waiting for an answer.

“Something could’ve been bad in the ingredients…” How? He couldn’t have known that. I didn’t send any pictures. I didn’t talk about what I ate. How?

“Oh well, at least you had a good night with your book and all. I know how much you enjoy relaxing after a long day with a few chapters from your favorite book, To Kill a Mockingbird. Harper Lee is a stunning author.”

Rose could feel the color draining from her face, and apparently Colin noticed too. He started stammering.

“I- I know because your friends told me!” Liar. “You know- Annie! She told me!”

Rose heard the sirens first, and noticed red and blue lights out the window.

“Annie doesn’t know you, doesn’t have your number, or have you on any social media. I’ve also never mentioned Annie to you. How do you know all of this?” Rose’s voice turned cold and sharp, and her hickory eyes dull. 

“No-no, that’s not at all how it is. You’re taking this the wrong way. I’m just that good at guessing!” Colin looks at Rose, desperation in his eyes. 

Rose keeps her stare dull.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Colin’s voice becomes unnervingly calm, dark even. 

Rose glances down out the window, checking on the status of the policemen. She sees them parking, and decides to make her escape.

Quickly getting up, she grabs her belongings and moves to get away from the table. Colin’s fast however, and grabs her left wrist in a death grip, trying to pull her back to him.

Rose swivels over her left shoulder, and slams her flattened hand into Colin’s throat, causing him to release her wrist and go into a coughing fit. She hurries off out the door, and finds the officers just outside the restaurant entrance. She immediately introduces herself.

“I’m Rose, my friend Annie called you because of the guy I was on a date with. He’s right over there. Please, get him away from me. He’s crazy. I’m pretty sure he’s been stalking me. He knows my nightly routine, what I ate yesterday, stuff he shouldn’t know. I don’t know how he knows-”

“Ma’am, it’s alright, we’ll take care of it. Do you have a way home?” The policeman spoke to her while his partner went to confront Colin. His gentle face helped her calm her racing thoughts.

“No, he drove me here.”

“That’s alright, we’ll have another officer drive you home. Your friend told me that she’d drive to your house and wait for you there.”

“Yeah, that’s what she told me.”

“Good. Now let’s get you outside and away from him.”

Colin’s screaming echoed in the hallway, and slowly faded the farther away Rose and the policeman went. 

When the two reached the police cars, Rose was greeted by another two officers, a man and a woman. She was ushered into the car before Colin came out, in hopes that he wouldn’t see her. 

He didn’t notice in his frenzy.

The police officers entered the car, and drove her home, exactly to where Annie said was waiting. Rose hopped out of the car, thanking the two for getting her home safely, and ran to Annie, desperate for the touch of a trusted person.

Annie held her until she let go, looking her over for any injuries. When she was satisfied that Rose had received none, the two walked into the house, Annie speaking to her.

“Let’s give you a proper date now. I’ll make you some pasta, I already brought over some wine - red moscato, your favorite - and we can get some garlic bread going. Sound good?”

Rose looked at Annie with a smile.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

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Tay’s entry ❤ 1.3k words:

It was the perfect night to finally take the most beautiful girl in 12th grade, Heather Farley, out on a proper date. She has a perfect frame, which she complimented with a cute sunflower dress and sandals. Also, her eyes are the deepest shade of blue that almost make her irises disappear. She is a new student, and seems to have every class with me. In fact, that is how I first noticed her. She became my lab partner for Chemistry and saved me from mixing the wrong substances that would have had the school smelling like gym socks for weeks.

I found this little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that I have been hiding from even my close friends, in fear they would just turn it into another ‘hot spot’ for making out and talking about that season’s team making it to State. It has an open terrace in the back, lit up with stringed lights and lanterns at each table as soon as the sun goes down. They mostly serve finger foods, but what I go for is my favorite milkshake. I have it down to a science really; you have the chocolate ice cream of course, with two shots of espresso, chocolate chips, whipped cream and two cherries (that I let sink to the bottom to soak up the flavors).

As Heather and I are walking from the bus station to the restaurant, she gingerly slides her hand into mine, and she visibly seems content. She casually leans her head on my shoulder as the restaurant comes into view.

“Wonderful night, don’t you think Alex?” 

I smile and answer. “It sure is Heather. Are you ready to eat at the best place on earth?”

“‘Best place on earth, huh? You seem pretty confident that I will like this place.” She softy laughs and suddenly lets go of my hand. “Race you to the front door.” No sooner did those words escape her mouth that she already had a huge gap on me. Being the fastest runner in our school’s division, it was effortless for me to catch up to her.

As we both tried to catch our breath, she squints at me and says, “You could have at least let me win, Mr. Track Star.” We both laugh and I apologize. We calm down and smooth out our clothing and walk to the door. Before I can open it, my phone starts to go off. I quickly scramble through my pockets but realize that it was just my friend calling and not my mother. 

“Is everything okay, Alex?” Heather asks me. 

“Oh! Ya, it’s just my friend, Tyrone. He probably forgot to do his homework again. Would you mind going in and getting us a table, I don’t get service in there.” She looks a bit upset but then her expression quickly changes, and she happily nods her head and walks in. I walk to the side of the building and answer my phone.

“What do you want, Tyrone? I don’t know if you remember, but I am on a date.” I say with a little bit of edge in my tone.

“Awe, come on man! I was just checking in on you, you never know with these girls. Besides, you never told me which hottie you were going with, just wanted to make sure I didn’t call my man’s date for a night cap.” You could hear him pause for a moment before he completely busted out laughing. “As if I have any girls’ number. But, no, for real, who is the lucky girl?”

“Really funny man. And I did tell you, but you were too busy looking at yourself in the mirror after practice. It’s Heather Farley, the new girl in our grade.”

There was a pause and then, “Wait, there are two Heather’s? The only Heather I know is the one who seemed to have some work done or finally knew what make-up and shampoo were over the summer. Same Heather who hasn’t shown up for her classes all semester.”

Confused I start in again, “That Heather? I haven’t seen her yet this year. I thought she had glasses, this Heather doesn’t have glasses.” 

Tyrone scoffs, “Dude, I don’t know. I guess just see what her deal is. She might be trying to be someone new, re-inventing herself. Hey, the guys just got here. Don’t have too much fun!” With that, my phone goes black, and I roll my eyes. I smooth out my hair one last time and smell my breath before going into the restaurant.

As I walk in I see the hostess playing a game on her phone, so I look around for Heather and immediately see her sitting in the terrace area. I waved at her and gestured to the hostess, who had finally looked up, that I was headed outside. She nodded her head and gave me a menu. Once I walked back outside to the terrace, I noticed that Heather was actually sitting in the exact spot that I always sit at when I come here by myself.

“I thought this would be a good place to sit at. Perfect for our first date, don’t you think?” I simply just nod and sit down. 

The waiter comes out and instantly recognizes me, “I assume the usual, sir?” As if I was going to order anything else.

“Yes, please! Thank you.” I hand him my menu, and then he looks at my date.

“And for you, young lady?” I look at Heather, and it doesn’t even look like she has looked at her menu. 

I quietly whisper to her, “It’s okay if you need more time.” She smiles and shakes her head. 

“No, I am ready. I will have the rye turkey sandwich with mustard instead of mayonnaise. The pickles and tomato slices on the side. And for my drink I would like a chocolate milkshake.” The waiter looks at me with what I assume is the same look of confusion that I must have, seeing how that is exactly what and how I order my meal. Then she continues, “Actually, I would like to modify that milkshake. I would like two shots of espresso, chocolate chips, whipped cream, and two cherries please.” Then the waiter smiles and looks at me as if I was a master-mind. 

“Really cute you two, but you could have saved me some time by just asking for double. Your milkshakes will be out soon.” Then he walks off, as I continue to sit in confusion.

I look over at Heather, and she is looking up at the night sky. “How do you know what I order here?” 

She smiles and doesn’t answer my question. 

I ask again, “How do you know what I order here, Heather? I always come here by myself. So how do you know?” 

Again, she does not answer my question. She slowly looks at me and says, “You know, I love watching things, watching people. I even like counting the stars.” 

I am completely dumbfounded at this. “It’s pointless to count stars.” 

She quickly looks at me with a serious expression. “It’s also pointless to count freckles, but I know you have 24 on the edge of your right hand." 

Thinking she is just messing with me, I scoff. “Good one, Heather.” She laughs and looks back up at the stars, staring at them a little too intently.

Thinking nothing of it, I casually look at my right hand and somehow end up counting the freckles I have never counted before. . . 

22... 

23... 

24. 

I freeze. I look over my hand as if it is hiding more freckles from me. It feels like someone turned on the A/C outside because my body is littered with goosebumps. 

I look at Heather again, and see her staring straight at me. 

“I told you.”

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Let us know in the comments who won this time! We appreciate those of you who have supported us thus far, and we hope to see more of you within the coming weeks. Stay safe! Don’t die! And make sure you know how many freckles you have! 

-Tay ❤

-Kat 🌑

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[allyofthevalley]

50 questions game

I was tagged by @artisticgrroove thanks!!

What colour is your hairbrush?: it’s a tiny bamboo brush

Name a food you never eat: i won’t touch most kinds of beans; also mayonnaise

Are you typically too warm or too cold?: i’m usually too cold

What were you doing 45 minutes ago?: i was researching mechanical keyboards

What’s your favourite candy bar?: nestle crunch bar!

Have you ever been to a professional sports game?: i have multiple times

What’s the last thing you said out loud?: i told my dog to stop barking

What’s your favourite ice cream?: chocolate or cookie dough

What was the last thing you had to drink?: water

Do you like your wallet?: i do! i got it from the local zoo a few years ago

What’s the last thing you ate?: tiramisu mousse

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: i actually did. i got a couple hunter x hunter tshirts

What’s the last sporting event you watched?: i think it was a hockey game?

What is you favourite flavor of popcorn?: white cheddar popcorn, but only from a certain brand

Who’s the last person you sent a text to?: a friend of mine

Ever go camping?: never and i don’t really want to

Do you take vitamins?: occasionally, i should probably start more

Do you go to church every sunday?: i can’t remember the last time i went to a church

Do you have a tan?: only on my feet from gardening while wearing sandals last week. i don’t really tan though

Do you prefer Chinese or pizza?: i love both! but i think i prefer Chinese cause i feel less like shit after eating it

Do you drink soda through a straw?: not really. i’m not a big straw user

What color socks do you usually wear?: black usually if you can see them, if not then usually a cute pattern or color

Do you ever drive above the speed limit?: all the time

What terrifies you?: the dark, loneliness, spiders, etc.. 

Look to your left, what do you see?: my bag

What chore do you hate the most?: sweeping, yardwork that goes beyond taking care of my plants

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?: they’re cute!

What’s your favourite soda?: i’m not a big pop drinker but if i do i like root beer or melon soda

Do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru?: i don’t really eat fast food

What’s your favourite number?: 4

Who’s the last person you talked to?: my mom

Favourite cut of beef?: idk i don’t really eat beef

Last song you listened to?: BBHF - Nani mo Shiranai

Last book you read?: 2ha, I’m still reading it

Can you say the alphabet backwards?: i might get a good start and mess up pretty quickly

Favourite day of the week?: sunday 

How do you like your coffee?: if i drink coffee then it’s usually with a lot of milk or creamer and sugar (though i’m trying to use less)

Favourite pair of shoes?: any of my doc martens, also my black creepers

Time you normally get up?: if im working than between 5 and 5:30, if not then like between 6 and 7:30

Sunrise or sunsets?: sunrise

How many blankets on your bed?: right now 2, but usually 3-4

Describe your kitchen plates?: they are brightly colored Fiestaware

Describe your kitchen at the moment?: it just got cleaned and food just finished cooking

Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink?: i prefer sweet, fruity wines

Do you play cards?: not really

What color is your car?: bright blue

Can you change a tire?: nope

Your favourite state/province/country/etc.?: that i’ve been to? state might be Arizona because i like the desert, for country - Japan

Favourite job you’ve had?: my chocolate shop job

How did you get your biggest scar?: my dad dared me to go down a hill in a parking lot on one of those two wheeled skateboards when i was 13-14. i lost control and the skateboard went one way and i went the other and busted my knee

I’m tagging @bl-fan @earthfluuke @ilsanlights @yihwas

#me #no one has to do this if they dont want to

[backmygirlhood]

50 questions you’ve never been asked.

i was tagged by the lovely @ifthiswasmovie 🌟

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? wood

2. a food you never eat? a lot of stuff. i don't eat most vegetables or fruits and sweets and cakes

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? ALWAYS TOO WARM

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? watching orville peck videos with my mom

5. what is your favourite candy bar? kinder chocolate

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? ya, two football games

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? "ahh watch out, my knee" because my mom was leaning on them and i have loose kneecaps

8. what is your favourite ice cream? vanilla

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water

10. do you like your wallet? love it, it's my second one and from the same shop as my first

11. what was the last thing you ate? steak and pasta with pesto

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no

13. the last sporting event you watched? idk

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? i don't like popcorn

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? i replied to my friend who said i'd like the lesbian witch in his new star wars game

16. ever go camping? does in my friend's backyard count?

17. do you take vitamins? only when i think i'm getting a cold

18. do you go to church every sunday? nope

19. do you have a tan? a little, layed out in the sun for 2h every day last week

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? PIZZA

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? no

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? depends on my outfit, i have a lot of colorful socks

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? nope. in germany you're allowed to drive very fast or there's no speed limit at all so why would i

24. what terrifies you? SPIDERS and making phone calls and writing emails

25. look to your left, what do you see? an empty sofa because my mom just went to bed

26. what chore do you hate? SWEEPING, i never do it

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? i wouldn't even recognize it

28. what’s your favourite soda? water

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? fast food place

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my mom

31. favourite cut of beef? idk i'll eat everything. maybe hip?

32. last song you listened to? summertime by orville peck

33. last book you read? the price of salt by patricia highsmith

34. favourite day of the week? idk friday because i get new music?

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? if i tried very hard maybe, but i'm too lazy

36. how do you like your coffee? cold and lot's of sugar and milk

37. favourite pair of shoes? idk, my sandals my friend destroyed last year during pride

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? between 11pm and 1am

39. at what time do you normally get up? between 8 and 10am

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? i love both!!!

41. how many blankets are on your bed? one, as i said, i'm always sweating

42. describe your kitchen plates. they're white

43. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? i don't drink

44. do you play cards? yeah like 4 different games but i haven't played in a while

45. what colour is your car? i don't have one

46. can you change a tire? no

47. what is your favourite province? my what

48. favourite job you’ve ever had? WORKING ON A FARM WITH ANIMALS

49. how did you get your biggest scar? i fell on my chin directly on the stairs at a friend's birthday party when i was like 6 and my friend's dad had to take me to the hospital immediately lol

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? made my mom happy by existing and being home i guess

i tag @taylorswiftz @jjeanmorreau @anewyorklovely @skippingdown16thavenue if you want to do it ✨

#thank you for tagging me <3