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abellaheart-blog · 2 years

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heyy! first off, happy belated birthday! 💕 this matchup event seems fun so i’mma give it a try!

my 3 choices are:

• perfume: garden of love

• good luck charms: i’d like some jewelry! in a silver color, and i’d prefer some earrings.

• love fortunes

1. i’m a female going by she/her pronouns!

2. here’s a pic crew of me (ngl, i’m not really good at making piccrews of myself ‘cause they never end up completely accurate, and this is the closest thing i got. also, my hair is actually a bit more darker than in the pic, it usually looks black but in sunlight, it might come off as dark brown). oh, and i’m 5’2!

3. i’m straight

4. i’m 18 years old

5. starting off a bit basic, i’d want my partner to be loyal, respectful, and kind. i’d prefer them to be either a extrovert or ambivert. basically someone who’re more than willing to speak for me ‘cause i’m hella shy and i sometimes have moments where i’m too scared to talk to people. i’m also an introvert so sometimes i have days where i don’t wanna go out (i can get socially drained easily 😅), and i’d want my parter to understand that. no matter how different our interests were, i’d want my partner to at least respect them or even give it a try (like listening to a music genre they normally don’t listen to). i’m a bit of a sucker for affection, so i’d love my partner to occasionally offer me cuddles and stuff like that (not a fan of PDA, but i’m fine with holding hands, having an arm around me, or a small kiss in public). i get insecure at times (whether it’s my appearance, intelligence, etc.), so i’d want my partner to comfort me during those moments. i also want my partner to appreciate my family and friends since they mean the world to me, and even have my partner meet them whenever possible. (i’d especially love it if my partner becomes close with some of my cousins, who i consider siblings at this point). if there’s something i did that made my partner upset, i’d want them to tell me about it instead of hiding it (‘cause i lowkey get self conscious of people possibly being mad at me even if it turns they’re not 😅). i’m not too big on my partner’s appearance, but i’d lowkey prefer if they were taller than me LMAO (even if they’re just an inch taller than me, i’d be fine 😂). and lastly, while i don’t expect my partner to spoil me with so many items (‘cause for one, i’d feel guilty if i can’t buy them anything in return. and two, i’d be concerned over how much money they have left after all that, haha), some small gifts would steal my heart. i personally love anything considered cute, especially things from sanrio (if you’re unfamiliar with them, they’re the company who created hello kitty), so anything like a cute plush or keychain would make me happy 🥰

6. my favorite flowers are roses 🌹

7. i’d prefer not to be matched with diavolo, ciccolata, secco, or doppio from golden wind. i just don’t really vibe with them 😬

8. i’m fine with being matched up with a villain

9. my 2 animes are jjba: diamond is unbreakable and jjba: golden wind!

tysm for this!! i hope you have a good rest of your week. make sure to take care of yourself!! <333

Fortune Teller Match Maker 🔮 Anime Matchups 💘

omg thanks for sending your matchup but next time send it in my ask box instead. Sorry this took me a while been going through quite a bit so motivation for writing hasn’t been there. Hope you enjoy this and you take care of yourself as well. I appreciate the sweet little messages 💓

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Diamond Is Unbreakable

Abella looks forward to your crystal ball reading. A lot will be unfold to your bit of love story once she reveals who your potential true love is. She guides you to her small round purple table. The table is filled with various items a match maker such as herself would carry: love potions, tarot card decks, etc. You take a seat on a stack of square shaped cushions across from her. She waves her hand over the table and a puff of pink smoke appears out of no where. When it clears up the table is clean. You notice her hot pink colored crystal ball is the only item left behind. She sits across you on a orange plush stool.

"To get an accurate reading I'll need to reveal your true love."

She then instructs you how she'll need to hold your hand to get a good reading for you. Understanding, you give her your pale hand. Abella then closes her eyes and the reading begins. It becomes shocking to you since you feel a huge tug at the bottom of your soul. You weren't startled, more so confused. Her hearts across her face are lighting up a bright pink. You finally notice a huge pink symbol surrounding you both on the ground. It's in the shape of a rose. Your dark straight hair is floating above your head as is Abella's curls.

Abella talks when the crystal ball is glowing a bright pink. Her eyes are still closed and she is focused. Your brown eyes widen in wonder as a figure is slowly appearing on he crystal ball.

"I see... your true love is a man with everything you're looking for. I see he is loyal, respectful, and kind. He would also be good for your shy nature especially since he finds it very attractive and cute. He's honest with his feelings and is easy to talk to as well as get along with."

You notice the image becoming more visible revealing dark hair and two scars across his face. In the crystal ball he smiles. Your brown eyes look to him with curiosity.

"His name is Okuyasu Niijimura."

"I wouldn't see any sort of hardships with him in your romance but he does have an unfortunate living situation. I would also like to mention he is a hopeless romantic but I trust you won't hurt him. You have a kind aura to your soul." Abella smiles your direction letting go of the crystal ball.

You notice the crystal ball is no longer glowing nor are the hearts on Abella's face. The rose symbol is no where to be found. She allows you a moment to think over all she has revealed to you. Okuyasu is your true love and proves to hold all the qualities you're looking for in a man.

You request Abella of a good luck charm after you've deeply thought over what her crystal ball revealed. Abella's brown eyes light up and she walks over to some shelves to grab a stack of three wooden boxes. They're small and she scatters them across the table for you.

"Before you choose I'll need to give you instructions. Choose the box you feel is the best decision. Your heart will guide you."

The bright pink hearts on her face as well as the rose symbol on the ground are glowing. She waves her hand across the boxes causing them to turn into a purple color. She gestures to the boxes.

You hover your hand over the boxes. You felt a warmth in your soul choosing the box at the middle. Abella nods telling you chose correctly. She snaps her fingers and the other two boxes are gone once the pink smoke disappears.

You open the box and see a small blue velvet box. You open it revealing a pair of silver earrings. They dangle and have hearts hanging at the bottom. They sparkle such a lovely glimmer. You look back to the fortune teller. She understands the look you give her very well. How could these earrings possibly be good luck charms?

"Those earrings symbolize love. As you can see from the hearts. As a good luck charm these earrings will improve your chances of romance by sixty percent. They also assist in good luck but only by twenty percent."

You try on the earrings admiring how they glimmer. You thank her for the earrings. Abella asks you of your next request to which she is happy to hear. She goes to her shelves of perfumes behind her table. She grabs a hold of one after you name the one you desire. She holds a small round bottle with a heart shaped turquoise colored lid. The bottle is decorated in painted flowers and vines.

"This bottle is called, 'garden of love'. It has a flowery scent helps your lover realize they want to be with you. A romantic date might occur but of course this only happens if romance sparks between the both of you."

You give the perfume a couple spritz after she explains the use of the perfume. No more than two sprays since any more won't have an affect. The perfume smells of daisies, chamomile’s, roses, and fresh air. It’s very relaxing and makes you feel ready to take on the world. You’re seeking passionate love.

"It smells good." You smile her direction.

Abella seems to be happy for you. Her true happiness is directed toward the potential results of the perfume. You could get a garden date with your true love. She hopes it will be today.

Abella guides you to the center of her tent where the rose symbol on the ground appears surrounding you two again. The hearts underneath her eyes glow again, her pink painted lips encouraging you to enter the white portal with a smile. Before you enter the portal she gives you parting words.

"You might meet your true love but I must inform you sometimes the meeting doesn't always go well. Do not be disheartened if it doesn't work out today. There is still plenty of time for love to bloom. Plus those earrings are sure to help you as well. Best of luck."

You give her a goodbye before entering the portal. When you open your eyes you're located in front of a café at Morioh. You notice Okuyasu walking down the street, he seems to be in a good mood. You're unsure what to say until you feel a hand grab your wrist. You don't recognize the business suit wearing, blonde male. He has a creepy expression on his face. You become increasingly uncomfortable the more he stares. His grip on your wrist is strong, you're unsure of his intentions but you don't want to find out.

Okuyasu noticed the intense atmosphere and the situation you're in. He decided to punch the stranger with his stand so the intimidating male would be knocked out. Okuyasu then grabs your hand and runs away with you. You follow behind him, running as quickly as possible. You two end up at an alley, panting. No one seems to be around so you two.

"You okay? The creep had such a tight grip on your hand." Okuyasu looks to your direction.

"Yes I'm fine. Thank you for saving me back there. He gave me such a scary look."

"Don't worry. He didn't follow us."

After you caught your breath you look at Okuyasu. You wish to know who it is that saved you. You recognize his features from when he appeared in Abella's crystal ball. Your mouth dropped at the revelation. Okuyasu's mouth drops as well but for other reasons. He's thinking about how lucky he is to be in your presence since you're so cute.

You decide to introduce yourself to which Okuyasu does in return. He blushes as he offers you a milkshake or a bite to eat. You gladly agree as your kind brown eyes reassure him. His huge cheeky grin on his face appears. You giggle following him to the nearest place for food.

Spending time with Okuyasu was fun, he had a lot to say. He's also dramatic and funny. Your time spent with him was filled with himself chatting with you about various topics. Before you knew it Okuyasu took you to a date at the park. He was feeding pigeons breed crumbs but they became too enthusiastic and started flocking him. He was being chased by them. You had to help him which he was really grateful for. You brushed feathers off of him with your hands. Your short self had trouble helping him up but you managed.

Okuyasu thought it was sweet how concerned you became over his well being. He observed your features which gave him the extra courage to ask you on a date. He got the idea to take you to an abandoned garden he often visits. He remembered the location after smelling your perfume. The flowery scent giving him the desire to take you on a garden date.

You agreed and followed him to the destination. The more you talked to Okuyasu the more you realized he has all the qualities you’re looking for in a man. He was so sweet and extroverted. He held your hand on the way to the garden. It felt so comforting. He had the biggest smile on his face.

At the garden you both shared conversations and had a pleasant time together. You observed the roses as you thought about Okuyasu and all Abella revealed to you earlier. Meanwhile Okuyasu is standing next to you hoping you’re enjoying the date.

You more than enjoyed it. He was happy to hear about your family. He said they sounded lovely. He also enjoyed talking about hobbies. Okuyasu felt compelled to hold your hand again. When he looked to your eyes he was blushing and kisses your hand. His eyes light up when he see’s how you blush in return.

“You look so beautiful. I’m so lucky to be on this date with you.”

You express your gratitude for the date with positivity. Promising him another date. Though you were shy about it he thought it was cute. He picked you some roses before walking you back. You wanted to go back to Abella to thank her. Okuyasu walked you to the destination.

Before he left he gives you a kiss to your cheek. He was a bit bashful but so happy to go on another date with you. He intended on taking you to his favorite restaurant. Okuyasu left with a joyous skip in his step as he walked away.

You make it back to Abella’s tent hoping she isn’t busy. Thankfully she has no customers and she eagerly invites you inside her tent. You mention bumping into Okuyasu and going on a date with him.

“I’m so happy your evening turned out so well. Did he give you those roses as well?”

You mention the date at the garden, causing her brown eyes to light up. She thought it was so cute.

“I think you and Okuyasu will make such a lovely pair. The date sounds so romantic already.”

You two chat a bit longer before Abella walks over to a planter to get you a present. She picks a flower and holds it out to you. It’s a bright green rose.

“This is for you. This rose is a perfect to gift in a new relationship, when a relationship is starting. May you and Okuyasu share a good relationship.”

You thank Abella before leaving. Abella watched as you left, knowing you’d share a fulfilling and lifelong relationship with Okuyasu. The green rose she gifted you has various meanings but she knew it would transmit good luck for the new relationship.

#submission #abella fortune teller event #abella fortune teller takeover #jjba matchup #matchups #jojo's bizarre adventure diamond is unbreakable #jjba part 4 #thanks for your patience

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lilac-5ky · 2 years

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ahhh I forgot! (belated) happy birthday wishes 💕🍰!! hope you have a great year ahead! (uh-huh something something about another takasugi x birthday!reader fic 👀 looking forward to it whenever you finish :P

thank you!! i hope this year is the year i get my shit together LMAO ever since covid happened, my life has been wrecked ;-; i've basically become a hikikomori at this point ahah i even have a totoro onesie to complete my shut in look :p

And yes! I started working on it today, figured I'd write myself a "gift" and then gift it to the world? Something along those lines :p

#anon ask #mirto answers

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baekhvuns · 1 year

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First of all Baek, happy belated birthday! You're so young bestie, but enjoy your immortality! Hope you get Seonghwa as a gift, but don't forget to share! 🎉

People absolutely do simp for clowns and I don't know how to feel about it, because clowns is one thing, but murderous clowns? That's a bit too much. 🤚🏻

Please I'm so mad, everyone on my timeline is seeing Ateez in Anaheim, even some of my friends. People in California I hate y'all! I'm currently in Berlin seeing DPR Live later today even though I didn't plan on doing it (and I might run into a "friend" I don't wanna see so rip) and tomorrow I'm going to a drag show. I'm just gonna pretend I'm seeing Ateez 🤡

I thought ToMoons were normal, but this whole issue proved there are many delulus in the fandom. And what is this person on about 😭 leave them alone if you can't support ot5. Btw two members of Treasure have left, 2022 isn't stopping... I don't follow the group, but I know Yedam was their best vocalist and trained for years so wtf

Sometimes they correct the mistakes during music shows, but only if they're more visible. I remember Ateez taking another shot once, but then with other small mistakes they didn't, tbh I usually don't notice anyway. But I saw Stray Kids make some mistakes - Woojin literally left mid-promo - so they struggled a bit

Please not Inkigayo sandwiches, I eat weird shit but no no no no ☠

Speaking of model Seonghwa...

"tbh i don’t even watch lives if psh isn’t in it" jshshshsushshdhshhs okay, but same. 😭 I usually don't watch lives in general, sometimes they play randomly and that's it. But Twitter is good for that, I don't need to watch shit yet still see the best bits!

I hope Exoplanet is real, but also if you can't go what's the point bestie :/

Baeksy can you believe I'm suddenly back to uni and got myself a boyfriend too?! Look it's HIM 😊😊😊😊

I can't with this fucking guy?!?!? 🧎🏼‍♀️I wanted to send the same thing, because what in the strip club?! Another WIP - Hwa as a night club dancer 🤚🏻

Poor Maddox, hopefully Hongjoong eventually replies/ed, but you're right Park Seonghwa would respond in a second <3

Why would booktook people take the website down? Omfg that Hoover woman and her followers are such a menace, my friend works in a bookstore and everytime someone buys/orders her books she dies inside a little bit.

Oh no, Yeosang viral zipper moment, the likessss 😭

???

The sneaky tongue I CANNOT he's a snake for real.

Also omg CHOI MINHO first solo album apparently?! And did you see Shinee's season's greetings?! From classical musicians to cereal lmao. It's a shame Minho's drama got indefinitely postponed, but I understand considering the tragedy

Hear me out: Seonghwa as a college student and part-time worker AU, he works at a bakery and laundry place (he does a terrible job at both but I go there every day) perhaps he's a night club dancer too 🙈 DV 💖

hi hello!!!

First of all Baek, happy belated birthday! You're so young bestie, but enjoy your immortality! Hope you get Seonghwa as a gift, but don't forget to share! 🎉

THANK YOU!! ANHDKW “you’re so young” cried bc i didnt want to grow old <//3 BESTIE NOT ANYMORE 😭😭😭 hoping to ask for seonghwa’s hand in marriage and i wILL SHARE

People absolutely do simp for clowns and I don't know how to feel about it, because clowns is one thing, but murderous clowns? That's a bit too much. 🤚🏻

NOO BC I GET PPL LIKE THAT ZOOTOPIA FOX BUT A WHOLE CLOWN??? murderous on top of that??? what the hell 😭😭

NO BC ALL THOSE ANONS ON MY BLOG ARE SEEING THEM SAW THEM IN ANAHEIM 🔫🔫🔫 “People in California I hate y'all!” I AGREE TO THIS !!! U GET EVERYTHING SHARE A LITTLE 🔫🔫 omg an anon on this blog is also seeing dpr in berlin,,, 2 anons 1 spACE U GUYS BETTER COME OUT AS FRIENDS omg let us know how all of that went!!

i thought they were quite chill too but i was scrolling thru the timeline and saw some questionable things 🔫🔫 omg i was sO surprised at yedam leaving like this guy was like the face?? the ace and everything?? he spent all his life training and just 2 years into the career suddenly its poof ??? sounds sus but also heartbreaking to leave a career you’ve worked so hard for 😭😭😭

AHHHH im sure the recordings last way into the nights at times? oHHHH RIGHT RIGHT was there some sort of tension bc of the mistakes? truly was a mess of an era im sure they must’ve been frustrated,,, BESTIE WHY NOT FBAKFBKW EAT IT FOR THE EXPERIENCE,, THE CHARACTER EXPERIENCE!!!!! TICK IT OFF THE BUCKETLIST!!

Speaking of model Seonghwa...

STOP STOP STOP THE WAY I GASPED STOP THAYS HOW THIS MAN dm MAKES HIS ENTRY IN THE FUCKING FIC HES THE MAN OF THE SHOW ANONNNN DOMT MAKE ME WRITE A MODEL AU AGAIN

LMFAOOOO for seonghwa its just that he’s always doing some kind of expression, the smirks and the teasing iM ALWAYS GONNA WATCH HIS DBDB so vvv entertaining >> YEAH EXACTLY TWT HIGHLIGHTS THE BEST PARTS

I hope Exoplanet is real, but also if you can't go what's the point bestie :/

im hoping it is but i don’t think exo even know they’re having a concert 😭😭😭🤚🏼 NO EXACTLY WHATS THE FUCKING POINT,,, bUT taeyeon’s holding concerts now! about to start crying at cold as hell <33

Baeksy can you believe I'm suddenly back to uni and got myself a boyfriend too?! Look it's HIM 😊😊😊😊

HELLO I WAS LIKE BESTIE U GOT A BF??? HOW WHEN I NEED TO KNOW IF IT WAS LIKE AN AU,,, SMH BUT THIS COUNTS TOO no but the clothing is so pretty but the shipping 😭

I can't with this fucking guy?!?!? 🧎🏼‍♀️I wanted to send the same thing, because what in the strip club?! Another WIP - Hwa as a night club dancer 🤚🏻

im sorry what the fUCK IS THAT FBQKDHKS SEONGHWAS WOLF WHEN,,, hwa as a night club dancer 👁🤚🏼👁🤚🏼 im looking at tenelkadjowrites for that one bc their new fic is 98% smut 2% plot = amazing <3

Poor Maddox, hopefully Hongjoong eventually replies/ed, but you're right Park Seonghwa would respond in a second <3 //// Why would booktook people take the website down? Omfg that Hoover woman and her followers are such a menace, my friend works in a bookstore and everytime someone buys/orders her books she dies inside a little bit.

if hongjoong doesn’t marry seonghwa atp im gonna take him,, STOP OKAY THIS GIRLIE HAMED AUTUMN HERBS FBWMJDWK 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫

apparently there was another acc that had 1.1 million likes on a video that shows how to use zlib 😭😭😭 it’s on sight for any coho fan i see,,, NO BC WHAT IS THIS

AND

?????

omg esp with christmas coming ur friend’s gonna be suffering 😭😭

Oh no, Yeosang viral zipper moment, the likessss 😭

the PERSON WAS SO CLOSE SIR U MIGHT AS WELL HAVE ZIPPED IT UP FJWKJDKW

??? //// The sneaky tongue I CANNOT he's a snake for real.

LMFAOOOO THATS ME IM IN THE PICTURE FBWKDH <33 and NO

PLS I SAW I CANT WAIT FOR WHAT HE DOES OMF PLS IF HE DO SOME RETRO-Y 1OF1 STYLING TYPE IM GONNA PASS AWAY,,, I DID LMFAOOOO SMS SO UNSERIOUS,, CEREALS 😭😭😭 omg now that everything’s having dates back im so excited for his show <33

LMFAOOOO IM SEEING GOOD BOY IN THE DAY BAD BOY AT NIGHT TROPE 👁👁 he’s the super nice sweet guy at campus but one day ur friend drags u to the club on the other wide of the town and its just him dancing there and it starts from there

omg but did hear ten’s new song birthday??? its so good????

no bc this is so true

WHATS HE DOING GHWK

😭😭😭

MUBANK WORLD TOUR??? BESTIE WERENT WE TALKING ABOUT THIS WITH WHEN KPOP CAME TO LONDON,,, ITS BEGINNING

HIS EYES

this is either duke or the new hwa in the fic

hear me out,,, doctor hwa au

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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1. Do you ever go back and look through all the surveys you’ve taken? Are there any answers that make you cringe, or that you’d answer differently next time around? I’ll sometimes hit the Random feature on my blog so I can have a read-through at some survey I took x years ago and the experience differs, really. Sometimes I’ll be like “you’re such a fucking liar” lmao and sometimes I’ll find myself still completely agreeing with whatever I said at the time. That’s what makes looking back unpredictable and yet exciting for me, I guess.

2. What is something most everyday people don’t know or wouldn’t be able to guess about you? That my family hasn’t been ‘complete’ for the most part of my life and I’ve only had less than a handful of Christmases and other holidays with my dad. People tend to take having a set of two parents for granted and so they always seem quite surprised when I tell them my dad works abroad, and also usually have a bunch of follow-up questions after the fact. I always enjoy taking the time to answer them though, just so they can have a better idea of what it’s like being in an OFW family. 3. If you could have someone make you breakfast every morning, what kinds of things would you want them to make? Ooh any pastries really because I LOVE those. Eggs Benedict, too. 4. Where is the scariest place you’ve ever been? What made it so terrifying? I’m stumped at this one. I can’t seem to remember a place I’ve been to where I’ve been really spooked - mostly because I know I would chicken out as soon as I start to get the heebie jeebies anyway, hahah.

5. Did you celebrate Easter? Are there any holidays you are more inclined to celebrate than others? If so, which? I don’t celebrate Easter per se but my mom does make the entire family attend mass for it every year. As for the second question, my entire family typically gets together for Christmas and New Year.

6. If you’re on the internet, what are you most likely to be doing? Working, watching something, going through Reddit, reading a fanfic, or taking a survey.

7. When was the last time you experienced a pleasant surprise? Wednesday when I received a random delivery and saw that it was this suuuper adorable set of BT21-themed baos! There wasn’t a card on it but I immediately suspected it came from Kata since she did mention that she’ll send over a belated birthday gift, and I turned out to be correct. Anyway, it’s all eight characters in bao form and they all tasted great.

8. What were your favorite parts of the previous week? Do you have any plans for this week? Best part of the last seven days would be having been in Zambales for the weekend. I don’t have plans for this weekend other than having to take Aki to the vet, which I’ll have to do either tomorrow or on Sunday.

9. What was the last thing you deleted? Aside from the previous answer on this question, it had been a Viber message.

10. What colors make up the majority of your wardrobe? Is there any color you like, but don’t wear often? Either black or white, I’m not sure which one ultimately dominates. I like purple, but don’t have a lot of it since I don’t think it suits me.

11. When was the last time you were in any amount of pain? My lower back is being a bitch rn. My sprained ankle also has random bouts of pain but generally it feels a lot better now.

12. Do you have any unusual habits or preferences when it comes to food? Yeah, a number. I always set the chicken skin aside when having fried chicken so I can have it for last; and I tend to slather my rice in a particular condiment when the dish I’m having calls for one, to name a few.

13. Tell a fact about the last person you spoke to. She’s an animation student.

14. What is something you tend to carry with you everywhere? Vape pen.

15. What was the last thing you completed? A work day.

16. Do you take pictures often? What are the main subjects of your photography? Food takes the cake, for sure. I like keeping a diary of the stuff I get at restaurants.

17. Post a picture of one of your favorite memories and tell the story behind it?

This was taken from my Paramore gig, moments after Hayley told us to turn on our phone’s flashlights for I believe it was Misguided Ghosts? either that or 26 – ANYWAY, I got really curious as to how the arena looked so I turned around, and was completely blown away. I didn’t take many photos from the show but this was one of the few shots I wanted to keep a souvenir of, so there ya go.

18. If you’re reading a book, how close are you to finishing it? Do you have any idea what you’ll read next? I am not currently reading anything.

19. Is there anything you’ve been more optimistic about lately? Yes, this year’s presidential elections. We look to be headed somewhere good, fucking finally. We’ll find out in 10ish days.

20. What does the sky look like right now? Completely dark; it’s midnight.

21. What was the last thing you snacked on? Sans rival.

22. Do you prefer fruits or vegetables? Veggieeeeees.

23. When was the last time you had to ask for help? What about the last time someone asked you? Last time I asked for help was this afternoon for work; last time I got asked for help was sometime this evening.

24. Where was the last place you went? How long will it be until you leave the house again? This really fancy and cute Swiss restaurant for my parents’ 25th anniversary last Wednesday. I’m leaving the house again this weekend so I can take our newest dog to the vet for him to have his anti-rabies shot.

25. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed inside? How about outside? MONTHS on end, because pandemic. 2020 really tested everyone’s sanity, didn’t it? Outside, I’m not too sure...definitely not a full day.

26. Who was the last person to hug you? Do you hug this person often? I last hugged one of my grandparents on my dad’s side. I rarely see them so no, I don’t get to hug any of them often.

27. What are you most likely to argue or debate about? Politics.

28. What was the last show you watched? Have you seen it before, or is it something you’re watching for the first time? Last show I watched...that would be 2 Days 1 Night. I’ve seen it before and used to watch it regularly before BTS came in and interrupted my way of living LOL. But I definitely still check back in every now and then to see the latest hilarious shit that the cast gets themselves into. It’s sad hearing about all the changes happening lately to this season’s lineup, though :(

29. How would you describe your taste in clothing? What would a dream outfit look like to you? I like feminine, classy clothing, as well as casual streetwear or whatever. < Yeah, same. I can really go either way.

30. How has your day been so far? I mean it’s only 12:41 AM so I can’t tell you much...

#survey #surveys

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moononastring · 3 years

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Frenzy [ Elucien ]

Prompt: Elain and Lucien like to spend their yearly mating anniversary fully wrapped in each other, sinking into a frenzy. Inspired by this and this.

Rating: 🌶🌶🌶🌶— I will preface this by saying I have not written smut in quite some time and really went for it with my otp. They deserve it.

Elain shuddered, her body slick with sweat as Lucien’s fingers went in, out, in, out, his pacing slow, almost lazy.

His head was settled on her inner thigh and he kissed it gently then let his eyes flicker up to hers.

“Please.” she whispered softly, her hand gripping his sinful one, the other fisted in the sheets.

“I don’t think you can handle any more, dove.” he whispered with a smile. “You’re trembling all over.”

“You’re so close. Please kiss me there.” she whined. “Please kiss me everywhere.”

Lucien chuckled, content to just sit back and watch her body tremor beneath him, his fingers keeping their lazy pace, her juices coated them.

“What if I don’t want to just kiss you?” he whispered against her skin. “What if I want to devour you whole?”

Elain bucked up her hips, a soft mewl slipping from her lips and she opened her knees wider.

“Please.” her pleading an almost sob. He had been torturing her for what felt like hours — days, leaving her on the edge and always so close but never letting her fall. He hadn’t even fucked her yet. It was only his fingers and that blessed tongue.

“How do you want me then?” he whispered again, his eyes never leaving her face, his free hand now tracing softly up her body. Between the valley of her breasts, around the delicate swell of them.

“In any way you’ll have me.” she breathed desperately.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” he said sensually, his low tone skating over her skin, goosebumps erupting all over her. “You’re just so cooperative. How should I reward you?”

“Anything, anything.”

“Anything?” he asked, a smirk forming as he chuckled darkly.

“Any way you want me, please.”

“That’s so dangerous to say, pet.” Lucien said, his thumb teasing her bundle of nerves as his fingers went even slower. “I could do so much.”

“Just please, please, please — oh.”

For Lucien had removed his fingers and buried his tongue into her, earning him a loud enough moan, he was sure the neighbors four houses down had heard.

He feasted on her, his arm pinning her waist down to the bed as he licked and sucked, his tongue diving deep into her. He groaned into her, the taste of her sweetness causing his hips to roll into their bed as her fingers tangled into his hair and yanked.

“Yes, yes, oh yes.” Elain chanted, her back arching off the bed. “Please let me come — I’m almost there.”

Lucien’s head shot up and she let out a cry of outrage, her body twitching desperately underneath him. “No.” he ordered and shifted up. “You will come with me buried inside you or you don’t come at all.”

Without warning, he pulled her by the hips, bringing the hot center of her to his mouth and again, Lucien let his tongue delve into her, traveling in and out then sliding to her clit and back, his pace torturous as Elain’s legs trembled around his shoulders. He kissed her noisily then pulled back, dropping her on the bed and immediately flipping her over.

Pulling her by her hips closer to him, Lucien ran a hand down Elain’s back as she eagerly spread her legs for him, shuddering as he smacked her ass. “I want you like this, on all fours with my cock buried deep in you, little dove.” he said, his chest to her back as he whispered in her ear, a hand gently gripping her jaw. He kissed the shell of her ear and she practically panted in response. “Will you have me this way?”

“Gods, yes.” she choked out, arching her hips higher for him to take — to claim.

He chuckled darkly, the octave of his voice dropping even lower as he squeezed her ass and said again, “Such a good girl.”

He kissed her shoulder then slid his other hand down to her center, teasing her once more before his hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing it slowly. Lucien teased her opening with the tip of his shaft, his smirk wicked as Elain let out a string of filthy curses. He pushed her down by the shoulders and agonizingly slow, slid just an inch into her before pulling out.

“Lucien, please.” her begging continued, and a soft laugh slipped from his lips.

“I do like it when you beg.” he said and because he could no longer handle not being buried in her, because her body was shuddering so deliciously beneath him, Lucien obliged.

He thrust into her fully, holding still as Elain let out a ragged moan. He allowed her a few seconds to feel him fill her up before pulling out completely then thrusting in hard once more.

Elain groaned beneath him, hands fisted in the sheets as she bucked back into him, hoping — praying for him to give her what she desperately wanted. For him to start moving but he held still.

“How much more do I have to beg?” she whined, near sobbing, turning her head to glance at him over her shoulder.

Lucien’s grin was sinful as he gently moved her hair to the side and leaned down to leave featherlike kisses along her spine until he was near her ear once more.

“Beg me one more time, Elain.” he said sweetly, his hands tightening on her hips. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to please fuck me.”

“Oh?”

“So hard I can’t move properly for the next three days.”

“That hard, hm?”

“Hard enough that everyone in this damn city will know exactly what we’re doing and who is making me moan this way.” she whispered desperately.

“And who is going to make you moan this way?” he asked, rolling his hips ever so slightly, leaving no space between their bodies. “Who is going to make you come?”

“You.” she rasped. “Only you.”

“That’s right.” he whispered and pulled out slowly for the last time. “You are mine. And I am yours. Mate.”

Lucien finally thrust his cock into her hard, filling her to the hilt and Elain let out a broken moan as Lucien began at a relentless pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room and Elain could do nothing but moan and whine and whimper enthusiastically as he filled and stretched her, driving into her body over and over again. His grip on her hips tightened enough to leave a mark as he pulled her into him, thrusting deeper.

Elain welcomed the roll of his hips and thrust back into him, matching his pace as she panted softly.

“You’re so pretty when you’re getting fucked by my cock, my love.” he grunted, and Elain flashed him a coy smile over her shoulder as her breath quickened.

“I — feel so pretty when I’m — I’m getting fucked by your cock, my love.” she replied with a breathless giggle and Lucien grinned.

His hand wrapped around her lovely throat and Lucien pulled her up, her back against his chest as he thrust up into her harder, hitting deeper. His grip tightened gently around her throat and Elain’s moan was laced in a sob as he drove into her, his pace quickening, sinking into a frantic rhythm that had Elain’s heart beating wildly.

“Lucien I’m almost —” she whimpered loudly, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back, her gasps getting louder, and her body shivered as he continued to hit the deepest spot in her.

“I know, dove.” he replied, his voice husky. His thumb caressed her throat lightly as his grip tightened a fraction. “I can hear your heart.”

“And I can hear yours.” she replied, her voice a strained whimper and Lucien thrust harder.

“Then come undone for me, Elain.” he growled. “Come all over my cock.”

And it was the dominance in his demand that finally sent her over the edge.

Elain let out a strangled cry as her walls tightened around him and her sweet release surged through her body. Lucien let go of her throat and pushed her body down, gripping her hips tightly again as his thrusts became more frantic, his grunts low and rough as Elain shuddered through her climax.

“Come inside me.” she breathed out as she slipped a hand beneath her to rub at her swollen clit. “I want you to fill me up. Drip out of me.”

“Fuck.” Lucien groaned and with a string of curses slipping from his lips, he set an even more brutal pace, Elain’s little whimpers filling the room in time with his wild thrusts.

The sight of her beneath him, her body eagerly taking all that he gave her while still touching herself and whining so beautifully was too much for Lucien and finally, he came undone.

Panting, he thrust more slowly as he emptied himself in her, and the feeling of her silken walls still clenching around him, milking him into her, had him rolling his eyes back. He breathed shakily as his hips still rolled slowly, trying to come down from this high. Even with her body still trembling beneath him, unable to fully move, Elain tried to arch her hips further for him, mewling needily as his seed started to spill out of her.

A moment passed between the two of them panting heavily before Lucien pulled out of her, dragging his seed with him. He leaned down with a breathy smirk and placed a kiss on the center of her spine, squeezing her ass. “You did so good, baby.” his voice low as she hummed in pleasure and Lucien’s expression went feral at the sight of his seed trickling out of her. “You did so good and you look so good with my come dripping out of you.”

“I love your come dripping out of me.” she whispered hoarsely and arched her hips up again for him, wiggling slightly. “I always like it when you’re on me and in me and all over me.”

Chuckling, Lucien smacked her ass again, earning him a throaty moan from Elain before she slowly turned over.

Lucien watched with delight as she spread her legs widely for him, her hand traveling to her center and all his seed still spilling out of her. Without breaking eye contact with him, Elain let her fingers delicately touch herself, rubbing and spreading his come all over her cunt.

With a needy gasp, she let her hand travel higher, spreading his seed all over her stomach and smearing it up and around her breasts. Her eyes never leaving his, she brought a finger laced with his come to her mouth and sucked noisily then let it find its way back to her folds, rubbing his come into her with a sweet little cry, squeezing a breast with the other.

Lucien immediately started to harden at the sight, and he closed his eyes, settling on his knees across from her. Licking his lips, his hand gripped his cock and slowly started to pump.

When he opened them again, he found Elain’s eyes hooded and cheeks flushed with desire as she watched him. “You aren’t satisfied with what we just did, pet? You think you can just touch yourself like that without me saying so?” he demanded quietly, and Elain quivered in need, her hand still teasing her cunt.

“I want more.” she whispered and reached out to him with her free hand. “I always want more of you.”

Grabbing both of her hands, Lucien yanked Elain up as she squealed, and he crashed his lips into hers. She melted into him, their lips making up for the lost time away from each other and Elain moaned into his mouth.

Hand fisting into her hair, Lucien bit her lower lip and groaned when her tongue brushed against his. He pulled back, breathing heavily as he looked at his mate, soft pants slipping from her swollen lips and his gaze traveled over her body covered in him.

“You want more of me?” he asked, his voice low and Elain arched her chest, breasts peaked as she nodded quickly. “Good, because you touching yourself like that and spreading me all over you makes me want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours really badly. Think you can suck me good, little dove?”

“Yes, my love. Yes.”

“You really want to suck my cock don’t you, my love?” he said gently, though a dark chuckle laced his words, his fingers tightening in her hair.

“It’s all I ever want.” she whispered eagerly, and Lucien’s grin was a feral one as Elain surged forward and started planting kisses down his chest, even with his hand still fisted in her hair.

Lucien growled softly and sat back on his knees, pulling her down until she was eye to eye with his hardened length. Elain let out an excited whimper, her tongue already darting out to lick her lips as Lucien guided her with his hand.

“Suck.” was his only command and Elain didn’t need to be told twice, taking him in her mouth.

She moaned in delight and Lucien rolled his head back as she swirled her tongue around him, his precome already sliding down her throat. Elain looked up at him, slowly sliding his length out of her mouth until her tongue circled just the tip, before she moaned softly again, taking more of him. Her hand slid to pump what didn’t fit in her mouth and when the tip of him hit the back of her throat, she groaned at the sensation.

Lucien let out a low grunt, his grip on her hair tightening as she quickened her pace, squeezing him a little harder. Biting his lip, he slid his hand down her body until it was between her legs, rubbing her cunt to the rhythm of her bobbing.

Elain let out a desperately filthy noise, her hips grinding against his fingers and she hummed, sucking him harder.

“You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he grounded out, his hips thrusting slightly as she hollowed her cheeks and hummed again, pumped him in her mouth. “Trying to ride my fingers while my cock is in your mouth? I can’t wait until my come is dripping out of your mouth next.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the words caused a fire to course through her. Her mouth bobbed as he rolled his hips, the hand fisting her hair guiding her back and forth. Soft gasps slipped from Elain’s mouth as he pumped himself inside her mouth, gladly taking as much of him as she could, especially as his pace started to quicken. Elain’s hand squeezed him hard, letting her teeth gently scrape against his length causing Lucien to curse and jerk into her.

“Close.” he groaned, his fingers quickening on her cunt and in return, Elain’s tongue swirled around him and she sucked harder. Glancing up at him again, Elain fingers dug into his hip to get his attention. Lucien looked down and cursed profusely as she smiled around his cock, grinding her hips into his fingers. The giggle that followed vibrated through Lucien and the very loose control he had on himself snapped. Lucien let out a low grunt, throwing his head back, fisting both hands into her hair now and held her against him as he thrust, his release surging through him.

Elain let out a pleased hum as she tried to swallow every bit of him, some dripping out of her mouth as Lucien had wanted and her eyes never left his face as he slowed the roll of his hips. Breathing heavily, Lucien finally looked down, gently releasing her hair and brushing it back. Elain slowly released him from her mouth with a pop, her hand still gently pumping him, the remainder of his seed spilling on her hand.

She smiled coyly at him and kissed the tip, causing Lucien to shudder this time. He gazed at her fondly then reached out and removed her hand from his length, his thumb delicately wiping at her chin.

“A masterpiece.” he whispered, and Elain preened under his touch.

“Yours.” was her whisper in return.

Lucien leaned in close and kissed each eyelid softly. “Wait here.” was all he said as he slipped from their bed and all Elain could do was admire his magnificent body and lick her lips, catching her breath. He returned with a warm washcloth and with tender touches, Lucien cleaned her up, her eyes watching him adoringly.

He finished and then gently pulled her down over him as he relaxed back into their bed, both of their heartbeats still slightly erratic. Elain shuddered happily as he traced his hands all over her back, squeezing her ass as he went then back up. Without saying a word, he brushed her hair back and kissed her slightly swollen lips tenderly.

Elain arched into him, kissing him with fervor, her hands gliding across his strong body feverishly until he pulled back and chuckled at her eagerness.

“Was that good for you, my love?” she whispered.

“It was excellent, my naughty girl.” he whispered to her, pulling her face closer to him and leaving a trail of kisses on her jawline. “Was it good for you? Are you okay, my love?”

She grinned at him, her cheeks flushing as she wrapped her legs with his. “I’m perfect. Very satisfied.”

Lucien chuckled, his hands sliding down her legs. “Is that so? You didn’t get to finish the second time before I did though.” he said softly, his fingers still trailing up and down her body. For he couldn’t stop touching her and she couldn’t stop touching him.

The primal urge of the mating bond always lit a flame especially hot this time of year but the well of affection and love they had for each other always made it even more intense.

“I can think of a way for you to make it up for me.” she said with a grin.

“So can I.” he growled playfully and Elain giggled. “I was thinking about making you come all over my face so I can suffocate happily but if you have other ideas...”

She flushed in delight. “I thought you got enough of a taste of me already?”

“I could spend an eternity between your legs and never have enough.” he said huskily and Elain shivered with another giggle.

“Let me have you at my mercy for a little while then.” she whispered and with a seductive smile, she rolled over and slowly straddled him, leaning back slightly to give him the perfect view of where she wanted his mouth to be next. “And after I’m done tormenting you, you can do whatever else you want with me.”

Lucien’s smirk was wolffish. “Is that so, pet?” He said lowly, his hands traveled down her sides and back up to squeeze her breasts firmly causing Elain’s eyes to flutter shut for a moment. “Whatever else I want?”

Elain bit her lip, the sensation of his hands on her already igniting the urge in her body again. “I have nowhere else to be than at your mercy.” She replied and looked him in the eyes as she licked her lip. “...What do you say?”

Lucien’s only response was a growl as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her right down onto his sinful mouth without a warning. She arched into his tongue with a loud cry and knew that whatever day and time they finished thoroughly loving each other, movement of any kind would be strictly off the table.

#elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #this is my belated birthday gift to myself LMAO #this is filthy so um yeah #*hides*#HAPPY MONDAY YA FILTHY ANIMALS #myfic #i didn't tag anyone else because I wasn't sure who actually wanted the smut LMAO #soft dom!lucien with very bratty and eager sub!elain

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giverofempathy · 5 years

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my birthday is in ONE week gays 😳😌

#im so fucking excited #honestly #🤠🤠🤠🤠#salisha speaks #im gonna buy myself abiior vinyl and the pink abiior shirt as a belated birthday gift i think #but i also need to pay my mom back €50 and im already broke so im not sure lmao #also cant wait to get tats without my mums permisson lmao #im gonna get loads #she gonna be mad im gonna be like whatchu gonna do !!!!#my body my choice BITCH

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firewoodfigs · 3 years

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a smorgasbord of unbidden thoughts / highlights (long post ahead!):

we’re slowly creeping out of the lockdown, and we’re allowed to go out for meals now! I got to meet a friend for dinner on Monday and he treated me to some amazing Italian fare as a belated birthday gift :’) I was really craving Italian after watching Luca and I haven’t had good pasta in a long while, so that was really nice. I also met a friend for dinner today after work, and we’re just glad to have made it to Friday tbh lmao. it was nice catching up again after so long and talking about everything under the sun (in this case, under the moon). I love spending time alone and having time myself, but I can’t deny that I’ve also missed interacting with other sentient life forms lmao.

I managed to re-schedule my vaccine slots, and I'm getting my first shot tomorrow! fingers crossed it won’t be too bad (I still wanna be able to type through the soreness 😩). I'm a little nervous tbh because I absolutely detest needles, but I feel like at this point I just don’t care anymore LMAO. it also helps that my bf and I got the same vaccination slot, so I guess I'll just make a ruckus and be a nuisance if things go south. jk

next week’s my last full week of work before my two-month break begins! I'm really excited to finally get a breather from work (although to be fair I've only been working for like... 6 months lmao rip) before things get real hectic in September haha. I'm definitely not looking forward to the added responsibilities, and i’m honestly not sure how to feel about getting called to the bar because everyday is just a flurry of shit, am I really cut out for this and help, work is dulling my * sparkle * and yo, you think I can just move somewhere west and be a country singer? but oh well. too late I guess. I'm too deep in debt to get out now LMAO. jk

on the bright side, though, I received news today that I’ve been designated to my preferred area of practice for my next seat :) and i'm pretty excited about that! I've honestly been feeling pretty desiccated about the law ever since starting practice because it’s so different from whatever I've studied and something that college couldn’t have possibly prepared me for lmao (many thoughts but I don’t want to turn this into an essay so I will simply project my feelings onto my favourite war criminals)

it’s been a struggle to create lately, for various reasons. these days it feels like anything I make is woefully inadequate and subpar and mediocre, and i’m just. constantly torn between striking everything out altogether and desperately wanting to be better, to feel better. I felt a little burnt out after royai week because I was rushing to complete so many projects and ideas on time (I do tend to get a little overambitious and overzealous that way, haha), and so I tried to take a break, but I couldn’t properly rest, either, because these days I only feel alive when I'm... creating. LOL. it's like an unresolvable paradox where I slog to feel alive and then feel like death, and then feel like I'm wasting away and wasting time when I'm being unproductive and fruitless. idk, man. it’s probably the productivity guilt acting up or something. it doesn’t help that my mind is an unholy mix of anxiety and imposter syndrome and perfectionism, either, or that inspiration only strikes me at the ungodliest of hours. I find that it’s easier to write when I've cleared everything else on my plate, but sometimes it’ll be midnight by the time I've done that because there’s just so much to do. I end up writing at two in the morning and/or recording snippets of a putative song while half-asleep (the result is usually pretty dang awful, because I have no idea what I was saying when I listen to it the next day lmao).

I also find it to difficult to alternate between so many forms of writing. my job mostly consists of reading and writing (mostly boring and terribly dreary stuff, because lawyers have apparently never heard of punctuation or one-liners, and I am 100% proving this right now with my streams of consciousness), and my hobbies primarily include that, too. I've also been struggling to switch between writing prose/fic and poems and songs because i tend to focus on different things. (I also have the attention span of a goldfish. or a confused rat.) like, I focus a lot more on how things flow for the first, how things look for the second, and how things sound for the third, if that makes sense? but I also literally cannot focus on one thing at a time so everything is just a half-written mess and a smattering of my illegible scrawls tbh 😞 I'm hoping that I'll have more time to sit down and properly sort these out one at a time during my break hahaha.

that being said, I read something this week about the four stages of learning a new skill LOL iirc it goes (1) unconscious incompetence (2) conscious incompetence (3) conscious competence (4) unconscious incompetence? I find that I'm stuck at (2) atm for a lot of things, which is probably why it’s so hard to go forth and do the damn thing without descending into a spiral of self-doubt haha. the truth is I rely on external reassurances and validation a great deal to tide me through, because my mind is just so used to criticising myself for everything and being my own harshest critic that it’s become a challenge to objectively assess my own work. it’s probably a defence mechanism to feeling like failure is not an option and/or my upbringing or something, and it’s how I’ve coped with a lot of things, but I'm also coming to realise that it’s not always the healthiest way to live haha.

BUT, you know. at the end of the day it’s a hobby and it’s supposed to be fun and joy-inducing and. it’s so easy to ruin all of that in the process of pursuing perfection so. I think i’ll just work on attempting the damn thing and worrying about it afterwards 🤠 (and also being less exacting on myself haha)

ending things on a lighter and brighter note - I received a lovely surprise from a friend this week!! I ordered some earrings from her (the stuff she makes is the stuff of DREAMS) and she tossed in a necklace for me and it’s just. it’s beautiful. it’s handmade. it’s astounding. I'm weeping.

#personal #not fma #sorry this turned out to be such a long ramble lmao... I've just been keeping these thoughts to the back of my mind #and it's Friday night so I'm unleashing them from the vault LMAO #anyway I'm off to bed!!! <3 I hope y'all have a lovely weekend mwahmwahMWAH

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op-peccatori · 4 years

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Anthesis | MLQC Victor

Fandom: Mr Love Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Hades!Victor/Persephone|Kore!Reader

Rating: 18+/Explicit

Word Count: 10k

Summary: Your ambition takes you down a path few would prefer to take, to the world where the dead go to rest. But in a place where you expect to find only darkness, you’re surprised to find so much more.

A/N: Better late than never? Happy (belated) Birthday, Victor! Ily. This was supposed to be up on his birthday but, well, I had zero motivation to write at the time lmao. Please keep in mind that this is mostly inspired from alternate versions of the Hades/Persephone tale, and not the original. These are pretty much my own versions of them.

(tags under the cut)

Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content, virgin mc, vaginal sex, oral sex, a sad mix of formal and informal language, no abductions here folks, I’ll edit later just take this away from me

Violets and crocuses wiggle in delight and part as the grass, eager to cushion your stride, nearly presses up against your feet. Roughened bark meets smooth skin as your hands brace against it, the tree nearly twisting around you to shelter you as you peek around it; the leaves murmur to themselves, wondering what you're up to.

You shush the leaves and pat the tree into compliance with haste, lest they give your position away. Another glance at your target shows no change. You have to wonder—does he really not know you're spying, or are you just being ignored? Pushing the question aside, for now, you hurry along after him. Your patience and labour are rewarded when you follow him into a meadow, where his ride awaits him.

A gilded chariot, drawn by four of the most beautifully frightening beasts you have ever seen. Helios had been right; their tales don't do them justice. The same, however, can be said for their rider, who now greets them with gentle strokes upon their heads, the menacing horses whinnying and bowing their heads, competing for just a smidge more attention. The flowers stir with curiosity and terror, knowing these beings belong to another place, one where they would struggle to survive.

"Why have you come?"

It takes you a moment to realize he's addressing you. You've heard it a few times now, yet the deep baritone sends a thrill down your spine. He does not speak with the condescension you're subjected to so often, and neither does he attempt to seduce you into his bed. All he asks is a simple question, his back to you, his hand stilling where it was stroking.

"I wanted to see your chariot," you answer easily, stepping forward into the clearing so the moonlight can wash over you. His hair falls down his back in a river of ebony, his statuesque form clad in intricate armour of the darkest black so unlike the ones you see on the surface. He, in all his menacing glory, is so unlike anybody you’ve ever met.

"You've seen it." He still doesn't face you, and you're startled to realize you're clenching your fist, uncurling it and flexing it nervously. "Run along now, little goddess."

His words are harsh in their very nature and yet you brush them off, something about his tone striking you as odd. You step closer, and though he doesn't move, he stiffens further.

"I'm Kore." The warm breeze in the air greets you softly, rustling your hair affectionately as it passes. "But you can call me ___."

He says nothing, turning to step onto the chariot. He doesn't look at you, but you can see a side of his face now. It grates on you, how aloof he looks. How they avoid him. How every time you ask your mother to visit his domain, you're turned down.

"Goodbye, Hades!" you call after him, satisfaction squeezing your gut when, as his chariot descends into the chasm, he's startled into looking at you. For a long moment, it seems as if time has stopped. Eyes that seem opalescent at this distance, flecks of blue and violet in that grey grey storm locking with your own. You're overcome by the urge to follow, and you nearly do, were it not for the hyacinths twisting around your feet in their alarm.

The moment is broken as he disappears, the earth closing back in seamlessly in the aftermath of his departure. You can't quite look away, despite knowing it's unlikely he'll be back. It'll be a while before you see him again, as he rarely leaves his domain. You know you're young, younger in comparison to these older gods but the impatience you feel still catches you off guard. You don't know how much longer you can keep playing this long game, especially now that it seems like you're the only player on the board.

"___?" Distant voices call for you, prompting a deep sigh. Your mother is probably looking for you, and even as you turn to leave, you resist the urge to glance back until you're deep within the woods once more.

There is something you want. It's terrifying and it's exhilarating—it probably won't end well. But for the first time in your life, you want something badly enough to defy all odds and your mother. It's been slow to bloom, starting off as a sapling that has now spread its branches throughout your being, spreading sheer want in their wake. All you need is a plan. And so, it is with eyes shining with hope that you rush to your mother where she reads by a fountain, taking a seat next to her.

"Mother, may I invite Helios over? It's been some time since I saw him," you ask in the politest tone in your arsenal, batting your lashes and clasping your hands together. To nobody's surprise, she agrees.

"But you stay where I can reach you," she says sternly, cupping your cheek when you purse your lips. "We can't have anyone getting any ideas, hm?"

"Yes, mother."

Helios arrives in a golden chariot of his own, his ivory-winged horses gliding to a stop where you wait in the meadow. His windblown, flaxen hair tumbles over his shoulders, and the honest blue eyes and cheery grin are a welcome sight—beautiful, but one that doesn't quite shake you, doesn't possess you with the impulse to stumble after it.

You don't speak of it right away. Instead, you offer up sweet wine and weave flower crowns as he shares all the gossip in the realm; some are things Aphrodite really will kill him for one day. As always, one name is conspicuously missing from his lively tales of love and debauchery, and that's the one you finally bring up as you adjust the wreath over his head.

"Hades? He rarely leaves his realm, I don't think he's one to indulge himself that often. I don't know how he does it," he muses. Kiro, as you're allowed to call him, eyes you speculatively. This isn't the first time you've asked after the reticent god, and he knows you too well to think your inquiries are innocent in nature. "Oh, just tell me."

You look around the clearing, ensuring that none of your mother's agents are around. The trees would tell you if they were, but years of dodging them have taught you better.

"I want to visit the Underworld," you confess, unable to help the smile that steals over your mouth when his mouth drops open. This is the first time you've said it aloud, and doing so only cements the desire further. Kiro groans, half despair and half lament, rubbing a hand over his face.

"I regret this visit already."

"I know you know how to do it." You cross your arms over your chest, your chin jutting out in a way that makes him sigh.

"There's a reason why nobody goes there, you know."

"It isn't forbidden."

"Your mother will destroy us both." She will, but with any hope, you'll be far away when she figures it out.

"Kiro, please?"

"Argh, fine! There's only one way for the living to pass through safely; you'll need a gift for the ferryman."

You pester him until he tells you what might be suitable, until you're certain you have just the thing in mind, flopping onto your back once you know everything you need to. You study the vast expanse of the sky, awash in strokes of pinks and orange, wondering if you'll get to see it once your plan is in motion.

"He really caught your eye, didn't he?" Kiro muses as he lays down beside you. "Demeter will throw a fit."

"Hm. Something like that. And mother can throw all the fits she wants to. This is a decision I've made for myself."

"Have you ever even spoken to him?" You can't quite bring yourself to look at him, giving it away and his next words are incredulous. "You haven't! That's why you aren't going through the usual channels! I thought it was just because of Demeter—"

"It is!" you insist, still refusing to meet his eyes.

"But you don't want H-Him to know either."

"...not right away, no," you mumble, continuing before he can panic. "Only because he wouldn't agree to let me visit!"

Kiro can't argue with that. "I don't know what you're thinking, just—don't irk him." That's just one of the many things you shouldn't, the first step of your operation being at the very top.

Slipping out of your mother's grasp isn't easy; her watchful gaze, as you murmur promises of being careful and wanting to visit forest nymphs, tells you she knows you aren't being entirely truthful. But you're aware that she will chalk it up to you playing your silly games.

Oh, you are. This is a game you want to win. The stakes are just higher this time.

Helios agrees to fly you down to the ocean, flying you across it as if he's afraid Demeter is right behind you. It feels surreal as you finally stand at the entrance to the cavern, your form shrouded by a cloak of thick velvet with the hood drawn up. You hesitate, for just a moment. You might be sent back right away. Or, if you are successful, there will be no going back from this.

As you close your eyes, memories of your mother pass through your mind. The good and the bad, the dreaded and the cherished. It transitions into a vivid memory of a battle you hadn't witnessed in person, but one that you had watched while you had been hidden away in one of your temples, a shallow pool of water reflecting the bloody battlefield so far away.

It hadn't been the first time you had seen him, but it had stayed with you until the next time you saw him leaving Olympus. You had seen him obliterate the thieves attempting to steal away the souls in his custody with nary a blink, the cold fury in his eyes belying his smooth countenance. You had been thoughtful as you watched his chariot ascend from the gape of the earth, watched him greet the sable-black horses with a muted affection at complete odds with the ruthlessness he had displayed just minutes prior.

In that conflicting visage, you saw an opportunity.

And so, you step through the threshold, your golden gift in hand.

You weren't expecting it to be a pleasant journey, but the wailing and complaining souls you walk in line with are still unnerving. The silent ones even more so. They look human, just a little more opaque, almost glowing in the gloomy caves. They don't seem to realize you walk with them, which is admittedly a relief. You feel uneasy at the lack of life here, and not for the first time during your walk, you wonder if you can really do this.

There will be steep consequences, the world will change, you will change. You walk, and walk, and walk, and just as you begin to feel the frustration, you see it: the long stretch of water beyond the white sand you step onto, aglow with wisps of green light swimming beneath the surface. And on the boat that glides along the surface, coming to a halt as it reaches the shore, stands the ferryman. You have to wait as the ones ahead of you climb onto the boat before you're face to face with him. Not an inch of him is visible, the cloak doing an excellent job to conceal whatever hides behind it. Still, you can feel him peer down at you.

You brace yourself before slipping the hood back, inclining your head as you greet him. "Charon, I presume?"

"You...are not supposed to be here." His voice seems to echo through the cavern, soft yet scattered as if it comes from all around you.

"No, I'm not," you concede, before offering up the golden branch you had fashioned with painstaking care. "I did bring a gift."

You can feel him studying you as if you are the strangest passenger he's come across before he holds out his hand for the bough. "I'll accept it. Welcome aboard, young goddess."

"I didn't think you would let me pass so easily." You climb onto the boat, taking the seat right behind Charon.

"As long as you do not cause trouble, young goddess, I don't see why I should not."

The boat starts to move, needing no rowers, leaving behind the souls who will have to wait their turn. You're so preoccupied with examining the luminous water that it takes you a moment to realize Charon is looking at you.

"Are you?" You blink. "Are you here to cause trouble?"

"I'm not here to cause trouble," you answer, your slight smile giving you away.

"And yet, I do not think He will see it that way." He seems amused despite his words, and you're distracted from answering as you exit the cave, your gaze captured by the scenery.

The air isn't stale. There are no skulls lining the shores. The river isn't filled with the blood of the dead, instead, it seems to be so pure it's glowing. You wonder why people are so fond of spreading false accounts of their experiences in the underworld. The sky, as you observe when you tilt your head back, is a blend of greys and purples with no sign of sunlight. You refrain from squirming in discomfort—you'll just have to get used to it, trade your bright skies for vaguely ominous ones.

The shores on either side of the river are barren of anything but sand, and on one side you see a wall of obsidian rock that stretches along the shore as far as the eye can see.

"How do I get to Hades' palace?" you ask in slight dismay, not fond of the thought of getting lost in this strange new realm.

"The boat will stop at the entrance to the realm," he murmurs. "From there, someone will come to get you."

"Who?"

"Someone from the palace, I suppose." He doesn't seem to be inclined to give you more answers, and you ease away with a quiet sigh, knowing he's done more than enough.

True to his word, Charon's boat stops in front of what looks to be the only entrance to the realm. There are two enormous gates on either side of the opening in the wall, also carved with obsidian, unembellished but for the symbols etched into the surface. A closer look shows them to be sceptres, the symbol of the ruler of this realm.

You look back at Charon with a faint smile. "Thank you."

"You need not thank me for doing my duty, young goddess." As the boat starts back down the river, his echoing laugh sends a frisson of unease through you. "I wish you luck."

The 'you'll need it' goes unsaid but you hear it clearly enough. Well, you will need luck when the god finds out you're here, but hopefully, it'll be a while before that happens.

A few steps towards the gates let you know you will need luck for a lot more.

There is no sense of alarm from the souls who continue to pass through the gates as if they don't feel the way the air grows heavy. You feel the hot, panting breath at the back of your head first, followed by a low growl. Every inch of your being tenses in place and the first thought in your head is-

'I don't have power here.'

You turn around on wobbly legs, biting back a whimper when you see him. A massive beast you had only heard rumours of, rumours you really should have given more thought because now there are three heads growling at you.

"Oh, h-hello," you croak out. The heads tilt in unsettling unison, sniffing at you in confusion. "You must be Cerberus."

He's nearly as big as the towering gates, with a glossy black coat and eyes that possess a red sheen. One of the heads, the one on the right, whines low in his throat and is immediately snapped at by the one on the left. Their teeth look to be nearly as big as your forearm, and you curse yourself for not bringing extra gifts. You hadn't thought to prepare too much for the trip, as you aren't a demigod on a quest.

If you want to stay in this place, it would be wise to forge friendships with its residents.

"I'm Kore," you offer when they continue to stare at you as if unable to figure out what to make of you. And then, the head on the right seems to win out as he darts forward, butting your shoulder gently as your shriek dies in your throat. You can tell he had tried to be gentle, and still, it sends you sprawling on the sand.

You all stare at each other in surprise. The startled looks on their faces drain them of any menace they had previously displayed; it makes you clutch your abdomen as you burst out laughing. The headbutting head whines slightly, taking a hesitant step forward, sniffing frantically as if to make sure you're in one piece.

The hand you place on his snout is gentle, your touch soothing as you coo at him, reassuring the oddly concerned looking dog. You're still giggling as the heads tilt in confusion, still unsure, and nearly miss the sound of horses whinnying from a distance. Nearly, for it's impossible to miss the thundering of hooves as they reach the ground, and your heart rattles in its cage as Cerberus sits back on his haunches, his tail curling and wagging with delight.

And why shouldn't it, when his master has come to greet them?

"Well, I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself." The icy words reach you before you've mustered the courage to look back at the chariot and its terrifying rider. Your fingers dig into the sand as you scramble to get ahold of the fortitude that had brought you here.

"Oh," is all you can say when you do turn around, for you're not expecting the casual attire. The armour is nowhere in sight, his body clad in flowing robes of red and gold, a sash tying them in place. His hair is free from its usual half-updo, flowing freely over his shoulders and back.

You can't quite bring yourself to say another word, let alone give him the explanation you know he's waiting for. He raises a brow at you before scoffing, jumping off the small platform and striding towards you. Cerberus intercepts him before he can reach you, bounding forward to greet him with low whines escaping all three heads. He doesn't let Hades pass until every head has received an acceptable amount of head pats, giving you a moment to collect yourself.

"Someone will come to get you," you repeat in a low mutter, fists clenching. "Charon, you evil, evil being."

"What was that?" A shadow falls over you, and you squint up at the god standing over you. Without the armour, however, he doesn't look as threatening as usual, though you won't be the one one to tell him that. You smile up at him brightly.

"Nothing! Hello. Thank you for coming to get me," you say as if you hadn't sneaked into the realm and broken a few different rules. He squeezes his eyes shut for a few seconds, before exhaling forcefully and holding his hand out. You can't deny the tremble in your chest when you take it, his hand pleasantly warm to the touch as he pulls you up.

"Come, little goddess." Your fingers tighten around his hand and he drops yours as if it were dripping with the venom of a Hydra, turning on his heel and stalking back to his chariot, clearly expecting you to follow.

You do so quietly, waving at the horses as they eye you, flexing your hand in an attempt to suppress the strange tingling. It doesn't work, and you try not to sigh as you climb onto the chariot next to him. You're here on a mission, and the warmth spreading over your cheeks is not helping in any way.

You're further embarrassed by the startled yelp that escapes you when the chariot takes off without warning, but it's forgotten when you feel a hand settle over the top of your head, pulling you closer to the body it's attached to until you're close enough to feel it's warmth. His warmth.

"Try not to fall off," he chides, before seeming to realize that his hand is still on your head and pulling it away to rest it on the railing. The air whipping through your hair feels blessedly cool on your heated skin, and you focus on looking around instead. You pass by what looks to be a pavilion, wondering if it is what you think it is but not having the courage to ask when he's clearly irritated. All you can do is sneak glances. His hair whips around him, brushing against yours and you avert your eyes as he turns to glance at you in question.

Any excuse you might have come up with fades away when his palace looms into view. Sitting upon an island in the middle of a lake, the walls of obsidian stone matching the wall seem to give off their own strange glow. A cobblestone bridge connects the island to the rest of the land, a spiked portcullis standing in the way of whoever dares to visit. The four towers to each corner stand proud and high enough that you worry about running into them.

The chariot circles the tower closest to you, flying lower with each lap until you arrive in a courtyard, stopping before the stables. A nervous-looking man in golden robes seems to have been waiting there, bowing as you both climb out of the chariot.

"My Lord." He looks at you almost suspiciously. "Lady Kore."

"Hello." Hades steps into your path before you can continue. Why is it that you're unable to finish your sentences around this man?

"I will open the entrance to the surface, I think you've had enough adventures for this decade."

Your what echoes, confusing you until you realise it had come from the other man.

"I did not come here to just leave," you argue hotly, squaring your shoulders when he glowers down at you. "This is not some silly adventure."

"Oh? What would you call it?"

"I came here to ask you a few questions." And a few other things, but he doesn't need to know that just yet. "Surely you can grant me that much." You cross your arms, refusing to break eye contact until he grunts and looks at the...attendant?

"Prepare the guest wing for the lady." He turns back to you just as you open your mouth. "I have things to attend to, so I'm afraid your questions will have to wait. I assume you know the rule?"

"The rule?" you repeat, trading glances with the other man, who nods in encouragement. "Yes?" You don't have a clue.

He seems aware of that, leaning in until his hair falls forward in a silken curtain and your entire view is filled with thick lashes and stormy eyes.

"Don't..." You're aware that you're staring at his mouth, but seem to have lost control over where your eyes stray. "...eat anything. Unless you want to be stuck here forever."

"O-oh." You feel uncomfortably warm again, unable to meet the wicked glint of his eyes when he pulls back. "Yes, I knew that!"

"Wonderful. We shouldn't have any problems then. Enjoy your stay, little goddess," he calls over his shoulder as he begins to walk away. "It'll be a short one."

And then there were two—left staring after the man who disappears behind a corner.

The attendant turns to you. "I'll show you to the guest wing, My Lady."

"Thank you..."

"Oh! My apologies," he leads you to what looks like a side entrance to the building. "You may call me Goldman."

"Thank you, Goldman," you say warmly.

As you step through the door, it begins to sink in. You're really here. You're doing this. How successfully, that has yet to be seen. But you have hope.

"Please don't mention this to My Lord but," he leans in almost conspiratorially, his hair seeming to fluff up in his cheer. " I'm personally very glad to see you here."

"You are?" It certainly hadn't seemed that way earlier.

"Yes, My Lord rarely gets visits from the Others. And if you're here for the reason I think you are," he grins at you. "Then I'm doubly glad!"

You both come to a halt, just before stepping through the archway that leads to a long flight of stairs. The interior of the building is vastly different from its outward appearance, with its marble floors and gilded walls.

"How could you possibly know what I'm here for?"

"My Lady, I make it my business to know as much as I can about My Lord's everyday affairs," he gestures for you to continue. "You must know. All of us here—we're rooting for you!"

Oh.

"Yes, well," you laugh nervously, guilt trickling through your insides. "Thank you. I'll...I shall try my best."

The guest wing you're taken to looks completely out of place for something built in Hades' realm. The bedroom itself looks like one you would have designed yourself, with its sheer white curtains and plush rugs. Set in the middle of the room, the bed itself is orbicular with a sheer curtain enclosing it almost completely, with a parting in the middle to allow easy access. The walls here are white marble with speckles of gold, with a massive armoire resting against the one in the back of the room.

Behind the bed is a shallow pool with steps built into the sides, but what surprises you the most is the tree that seems to be curling in towards the room through the balcony that has no doors, just wide arches. There is limited flora in this realm and you had already made your peace with it, but as you press your hand against the oddly smooth bark of the tree and feel it vibrate with delight, something tense unwinds in your chest.

"I'll let Him know you like it," Goldman calls from where he stands at the threshold, hands clasped in front of him.

"It's lovely." You take a quick peek out the balcony, which shows you a lovely view of the glowing lake.

"Yes, well," he hesitates, shaking his head. "Ah, I shouldn't...I'll send someone in to attend to you."

He hurries away before you can press for answers, leaving you to climb into bed with a huff. Your cloak is unfastened and thrown to the side, freeing your unruly tresses and limbs. Resting on your stomach, you feel silly as the loneliness creeps in. You miss your mother and the Naiads; you had, all your life up till now, been surrounded by the Nymphs' giggles and it pains you to think that you might never hear it again.

But your melancholy is weak when faced with your ambition. If things go your way, this will be your new home and it is with that thought in mind that your eyes flutter shut as sleep crawls over you.

A glance at the mirror shows you, clad in a forest green dress that wraps around your body, and your hair braided back with golden twine. You leave your room with your attendants' instructions, heading straight for the throne room where Hades should be. They're pleasant enough creatures, but your heart still aches with longing. Kiki and Willow must be worried out of their minds; you had told no one of your plans, with only Helios aware of your whereabouts.

Your path takes you along another winding bridge, chandeliers with softly glowing orbs lining the ceiling and the familiar green wisps darting beneath the lake. The sky above seems almost agitated, clouds of grey and violet swirling around each other restlessly.

Strange though it may be, the Underworld is beautiful in its own way. How could it not be, when its ruler is the same?

He stands there now, peering down into the lake as if it holds answers to any questions he may have. You know the moment he registers your presence, his shoulders turning as if to leave before he aborts the movement and faces you.

You should be afraid, you think, standing as you are across the bridge from one of the most feared gods in all the realms. And yet, your feet move on their own as if they can't help it, taking you to him. Your heart throbs with anticipation as you draw closer. He smells like smoke laced with magic, that drugs you with every breath you take, and you think you're a fool for being so relaxed in his presence.

And yet he's the one looking at you so warily, as if you're the one to fear?

"Hades," you greet him evenly, watching curiously as his eyes dart down to your flowing dress before meeting your gaze.

"Kore."

"I told you, you can call me ___," you mutter. "I was told you have no other matters to attend to at the moment?"

"Hm."

There’s no point in beating around the bush, it would only give him more chances to escape.

"Lovely. So," you clasp your hands behind you, tilting your head to the side. You feel your hardened resolve waver when he only watches you carefully. "Why did you reject me?"

He seems to be at a loss for words, so you continue.

"You thought I didn't know," you state, stepping closer to him. It annoys you that you have to look up at him, but a deeper part of you enjoys it, more so when he begins to look wary. "Oh, I know. About your proposal. Zeus agreed—and then you turned it down. Why?"

He stares at you. "You came to ask me this?"

"I did."

"Wh-why?" He seems genuinely baffled, blinking when you narrow your eyes at him. "It doesn't matter-"

"Of course it matters!" you snap. He steps back as you step forward, and it continues step for step until his back is pressed to the wall beside the arch. It feels a bit silly, but you reach your hand out to rest it on the wall just over his shoulder, to make sure he can't slip away. "Am I that undesirable in your eyes?"

The words burn in your chest but oddly enough, he seems to relax at that, his mouth twitching into a tiny smile. You're quite offended by how pretty it makes him look. "Kore, that's not the case at all. You're beautiful-"

"Do not patronize me."

"I'm not-"

"I could not care less how beautiful you think I am." You stand, face to face, and you know your face is flushed with the force of your anger in that deeply unattractive way your mother hates. "All I want to know is why you changed your mind after approaching Zeus yourself."

"It...does not matter," he finally says after a long moment spent blinking rapidly in the face of your frustration.

"I just told you it does," you growl, and you're unsure what he sees in your face, but it makes him twitch.

"You...aren't fit for the role. I think I hear Thanatos calling for me..."

He slips from your grasp easily, feeble as it is all of a sudden. His words echo within your thoughts, a numbness spreading through you as you try to gather yourself.

Not fit to—what, be queen? Be his wife?

You sigh, a faint ache in your jaw from how hard you had been grinding your teeth, and rest your hands on the railing. Are you supposed to go home now?

'No.'

After all, Hades was very clear in declaring you unfit to be his wife. There's nothing more to do. You got your answers.

'It's not enough.'

"Answers aren't all I want, after all," you murmur, reaching out a hand, smiling as a glowing orb floated up from the water to flutter around your palm. "I'll just have to show him."

Hades wouldn't have spent all those months watching you in the meadow if he thought you to be so unsuitable. He wouldn't have kicked up such a fuss after catching wind of Ares' proposal, although he would be pissed if he found out Zeus had told you about that too. No, you won't let him escape so easily.

You came here to be Queen, and it wouldn't do to let the King slip from your fingers with a few thoughtless words, would it?

Your resolve remains strong, and you have another plan. Now if only he would stop avoiding you.

If nothing else, you can at least say that you can have the almighty ruler of the Underworld running in the other direction with just a word, as he's been doing for a few days. It had been exceedingly amusing at first, watching him try to make it look as if he isn't running from you, but now your frustration mounts. Yesterday, you had followed him to the courtyard only for him to quite literally melt into the shadows. It's infuriating and you're done with this chase.

Now, you lurk in the shadows of his throne room, watching him attend to his duties. He's a stern one, this god you're trying to lockdown. Not one to be swayed easily. You're content to wait, determination tight in your throat, as you watch the last of the Judges leave.

Hades leans back in his throne of ebony, his shoulders relaxing from their stiff posture. You move when his eyes slide shut, creeping towards him and drawing Goldman's surprised gaze to you.

You hold up a finger to your lips, indicating for him to keep quiet until you reach the bottom of the steps leading up to the throne. Goldman hesitates before nodding, hurrying down the steps and ushering the two armoured guards at the doors from the room.

Hades, who now watches you from his throne, says nothing as you come to a halt before him, close enough to touch.

He does nothing as you step closer, between his spread knees to take a seat on one of them. His hands, resting on the arms of the throne, clench around the metal.

"Not running away this time?"

"You would just hunt me down again," he mutters, still watching you as you lean closer. "One could think you're Artemis in disguise."

"Invoking another goddess' name while I sit on your lap? You're quite shameless."

"And you're astonishingly persistent."

"I can be when it comes to what’s mine," you counter coolly, fighting a smirk when you catch the slight flush spreading high on his cheeks.

"You go too far, Kore." The slight tremble in his tone belies his harsh words. He's not wrong, but he also hasn't pushed you off his lap yet.

"You've left me no choice, Hades." You lean in, smiling faintly. He turns his head away, but two fingers under his chin tilt it back towards you. For a moment, you say nothing. You can't because his mask is slipping, it's apparent in the agitation in his eyes and the skies beyond the windows. "They say you're elusive, but there's only so much a girl can take."

The tip of your nose brushes his and it has you swallowing, has his lips parting, the feel of your breath mingling with his dizzying and terrifying.

"I'll be good to you. Let me show you," you whisper, pressing your lips to his cheek. A shuddering, almost pained breath leaves him.

"You don't know what you're doing." It's a rumble in his chest, a half-hearted attempt to warn you but you've come too far to quit now. Your lips carve a soft path to his ear, kissing the lobe lightly.

"Tell me you don't want me," you murmur, tracing the shell of his ear with your tongue.

He says nothing, but it's clear in the way his muscles strain, in his eyes that speak of yearning and desire.

Just one move and you'll have him.

But he's temptation given form, and you're shaken by how violently your heart thunders in your chest. This will change the game, for better or for worse, you know it in your bones. If you give yourself to him, he will never let you go. Your tongue sweeps across your full lips, his eyes focusing on it and for the shortest of seconds, your lips meet the corner of his mouth. And then you dart away—or at least you try to, were it not for the hand sliding into your hair and bringing you back to him. Your breath stutters at the fierce look in his eyes, at the sudden unyielding grip he has on your hair and your heart.

"You should finish what games you start, little goddess." His voice is somehow fuller, his eyes dancing with sheer want and it scares you how much you want it but—it's that word, the 'little' that sparks your stubborn desire and has your eyes sliding shut as you press your mouth to his. For a moment, there's a buzzing sound in the back of your head and then, it feels like you've been struck by lightning. As if you've jumped into the deepest fires of Tartarus, and somewhere in the back of your thoughts, you realize you're in trouble.

But then he tilts his head and moves his lips and you have nothing to spare for anyone or anything except for him. A moan comes to life and dies within your throat when his other arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer. The next is stolen by him when you're pressed into him, melting into the chiselled planes of his torso.

You can't think.

His hands rove over your body, drawing you closer until your parted knees rest on the throne, on either side of his hips. You're not sure how long you sit there, kissing deeper and deeper and wanting more. Your heart feels full and you can't believe you finally have this, have him and then his hips press up into yours. A hot jolt in your belly has desire dripping through you as you feel him, firm against your centre, and then you realise your dress has ridden up almost to your waist.

'Oh.'

You're both dazed as you pull away, unable to form a thought let alone words. But this feeling, this contentment, you don't want to give it up. His flushed ears, his warm breath, his burning gaze. You want to capture it all and hoard it forever. The flashing skies break you out of the moment.

"I think we both have things to think through," you half-slur, flushing in embarrassment as you clamber off his lap, righting the hem of your dress. You nearly give in when he reaches for you, the lost look on his face tugging at your heartstrings but you force yourself to turn away and sprint down the stairs.

This was the plan. Leave him wanting more, and he'll come after you. But this desire you feel, this need to go back, to curl around him and spent an eternity there—this wasn't part of the plan.

'But this is a good thing.'

It could be. You came here to be more. Because you had deemed Hades to be the perfect one to marry, to escape your mundane life and reach for more than you were given, more than you were expected to be. Here, you could spread your wings.

But you hadn't expected to feel this deeply.

When did it even begin, you wonder? Was it when you first saw him in battle? Had it all already been set in motion when you had so very conveniently positioned yourself close to his preferred spot of opening a portal to his realm? When you had heard the first whispers of him watching you plucking flowers?

You had been content to let him observe you, listening to the trees giggle at his attempt at stealth. You had no idea what was so interesting about watching you frolic about the meadow, giggling with the Naiads, but it had worked to your advantage. That had been clear when Zeus spoke to you of his interest.

But then he withdrew the offer, snatched away your chance and you were forced to take matters into your own hands.

You reach your room with haste, rushing to your balcony to collapse beside the railing closest to the tree, clutching your chest. The branches above shiver and reach down to you. Your heart longs powerfully, it aches with it, and it's so sweet it's foolish. You're a fool. All the other gods and mortals, they're all fools.

Hiding away in the Underworld is, not only the deadliest but perhaps the fairest god of them all.

This time, you're the one avoiding him.

It grates at you, this cowardice, but your heart flutters at just the thought of facing him and it makes you nervous. You're emotionally compromised. You want him, more than you've ever wanted anyone.

It's when the palace is still, when the skies are darker, that you sneak out to the stables. His chariot rests in the back, but you're distracted by the scarlet eyes watching you from different stalls. They're quiet when you come closer, reaching into the one on right, stroking its soft forehead gently as he neighs.

"Nyctaeus is more tolerant than the others." You nearly jump in fright as He materializes from the shadows, smiling slightly as the steed, who you now know to be Nyctaeus, neighs softly.

His hand joins yours in stroking his head and you wish he would do that to you too.

'I wonder if Cerebrus would consent to eat me?'

"They're good companions, especially when you can't sleep. Alastor," he points at the one on the far left, "can be quite chatty. Orphnaeus is a bit more reserved. Aethon...he may kick you if you try to make conversation."

This might be the longest you've heard him talk in one conversation. You glance at him; he's dressed in a robe similar to yours, muted red where yours is olive green. His hair seems a bit dishevelled, as if he had run a hand through it one too many times.

"I would love to get to know them better," you smile when Nyctaeus butts his muzzle into your palm. You watch from the corner of your eye as Hades pauses, then hesitates.

"Kore." You turn to face him and he offers you his arm. "Walk with me?"

You walk for some time before the silence is broken, coming up to the bridge where you had cornered him and he'd run from you for the first time. The chandeliers are inactive, the lake providing enough light as it isn't quite dark here.

"The other day..."

"I regret nothing," you cut in before he can take that route. He huffs out a low laugh, pulling you to where it's brightest.

"No, I suppose you don't." The green light from the lake reflects onto his features, illuminating them with an eerie glow. "And neither do I."

'Perfect,' you think, but there is only anticipation where there should be more triumph.

"So..." He sighs, and something within you squeezes painfully.

"Kore," he begins, tugging you closer when you turn away. "I didn't withdraw the proposal because I don't desire you. If it isn't clear already, it's very much the opposite."

You look up at him as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling ruefully. "But?"

"But I think you would be wasted here. Spring has no place in this realm of mine." There is a flicker of something in his eyes as he says those words. It hurts him, and hurts you too. And more than that, it offends you.

"Don't you think that should be my decision?" Your breath grows heavy, anger and longing warring within you at how sad he looks in the dim glow.

"I think you deserve better," he argues, rather weakly in your opinion. He looks pitiful, the look out of place on this dark king and you hate it. He looks pained yet he can't seem to look away from you, and you can't turn your eyes away now that you've seen him. You've had a glimpse of his heart and you want it.

You simply kiss him.

You do feel triumph now—in how helplessly he kisses you back, in the low groan he lets out, and in how naturally his arms find their place around you.

"Hades," you begin, pulling away and bracing a hand against his chest when he follows. "I know I made it seem that away, but I don't actually have time."

"What do you mean?" The husky timbre of his voice makes you shiver.

"I mean, I have until my mother finds out I've run away and sends someone after me," you admit sheepishly. His eyes widen before squeezing shut.

"Demeter doesn't know you're here."

"She might now. But no, I didn't tell her anything." He glances around as if expecting your mother to come raging out of the lake.

"Kore..." he sighs.

"She would never have agreed!"

"Well, you clearly have a plan. What do you want to do?"

You shrug. "Marry you."

"Kore!"

"I'm serious. That was my plan."

"So am I. A wedding for those of our standing," he begins, pulling you into his arms. "It must take place before the Pantheon for it to be valid in their eyes."

"I don't care about what they think," you mumble into his chest, feeling it shake as he chuckles.

"I more than agree with that but," his lips brush your hair, "I would like for your mother and anyone else you love to be there."

You take a moment to think, before scraping the marriage plan—for now. Another idea sparks, one that you'd considered and abandoned before kissing him that day.

"A lovely thought," you purr, standing up on the tips of your toes to brush your lips along his sculpted jawline. His fingers dig into the sides of your waist. "Then we need to leave them no other choice but to give us their blessings."

"And how do we go about that?"

Your tongue flicks against his lower lips and he opens his mouth instantly; you've kissed others before, but never has it been this addictive.

"First," your teeth graze his lip, "we go to my room."

His hands find the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up with ease. Your surroundings blur with his speed, as he sinks into the shadows that form a blanket around you. It's a second of complete darkness and then you're in your room.

Now that he isn't using it to escape you, it really does seem like a handy trick.

"And then?" He lets you slip off, watching with glittering eyes as you start walking back to where your bed is.

"And then," your nimble fingers find the knot of your dress, easing it open and unwrapping the cloth swiftly. "you make me yours."

You laugh loudly at how wide his eyes get before he's on you and you're on the bed. He kisses you desperately as if he's afraid you'll be torn from his grasp, and you pull him closer until the soft material of his robes meets your bare skin.

Rough fingertips slide down the gentle slope of your neck, reverent in their touch, brushing over a hardening nipple, sliding over your soft abdomen, dipping into the mess of curls below but not reaching for what lies beyond.

"You're so beautiful, ___." His lips are fervent on your skin. "Thank you."

You laugh helplessly, shifting into a moan when he takes a nipple into his mouth. "Thank you?"

Your back arches when he sucks, until he pulls back to smile down at you. The sight alone is enough to stun you, and the slight dimple in one cheek ensures further silence on your part.

"Yes," he leans in to kiss you but doesn't elaborate. You reach for the sash of his robes, tugging it off impatiently. You regret it the moment you succeed and the part of his robe allows you a closer look at what lies beneath. His torso looks as if it could have been sculpted by Hephaestus himself, and his cock—the sight of it flushed and erect has your mouth dry.

"Oh," you say, and your face could've been on fire with how hot it feels.

"You seem nervous, little goddess," he says lightly, but the darkening of his eyes displays his lethal desire. "With how boldly you climbed onto my lap that day, I almost thought you were going to have me right there."

"Ah, well," you avert your eyes, unable to escape his teasing gaze, "I actually...I've never..."

You miss the way his eyes soften at your trembling words, blinking when you feel his lips on your forehead.

"I know. They do call you the Maiden, after all."

At this, you glare at him. "Well, then, My Lord—I trust you to change that tonight."

He grins as if he thinks you adorable, prompting you to push him until you switch positions. You climb onto him with flushed cheeks, sliding your hands down his chest until they splay dangerously low on his abdomen. His smile is fainter, edged with a warning, his hair fanned out over the sheets. You simply smile as you wrap your hands around his cock, squeezing it curiously.

"K-Kore," he groans. "Please be careful with that." He helps you adjust your grip on the base of his shaft, guiding you to pump it slowly.

"I told you, call me ___," you insist, watching with fascination as the tip of his cock starts to glisten temptingly. "Everybody else calls me Kore."

"Right," he croaks, bucking his hips when you finally give in to the urge to lick at the slit of his cock. "By Tartarus. You wicked little thing. Ah, then, you m-may call me Victor."

"Victor?" you ask, tongue stilling where it was sliding along his length. He smirks down at you.

"I certainly feel like one." His ensuing chuckle is cut off when you take him into your mouth, trying to remember what the Naiads had mentioned about pleasuring your lovers. "D-don't push yourself."

You hollow your cheeks in response, taking him deeper until your mouth feels uncomfortably full. You begin to bob your head slowly, unsure until you hear him groan and begin moving more confidently.

It's when your tongue begins to slide in unison with your mouth and your hand inches towards his ballsack that you feel him tug at your hair, not easing his grip until you've let his cock slip out of your mouth with a whine. He curses again, sitting up and pulling you to him, tasting himself on your tongue. His robe slips off completely and you're quick to take advantage of it, stroking over his flexing muscles avidly.

You tense when you feel his warm palm on your inner thigh, as if your body is waiting for something but you don't know what, not until you feel him touch your sex. His fingers slide along your slit and you gasp into his mouth, fingers clenching around his shoulders as he touches you gently, stoking the flame you hadn't realised was there, preoccupied as you were with his bare skin.

"You're so wet for me," he murmurs, pleased. He slides a finger in, hissing when your walls squeeze him tight. "Oh, ___."

You've only ever indulged yourself a few times, mostly out of curiosity and restlessness, but here as you sit in the arms of the man you've claimed as yours, it feels completely different. His fingers are longer, thicker, and it seems so deliciously erotic; he swallows your moans, kisses your cheeks, whispers his encouragement as your hips begin to move, grinding into his hand. He makes you come on his fingers, holding you as you tremble and cling to him.

He lays you down, kissing your forehead, the lids of your eyes, your nose, your cheeks. He lingers on your lips before his mouth glides along your neck, stopping to suck softly on your breasts. His lips on your abdomen feel ticklish, making you giggle until you feel his breath on your quivering cunt. He parts your legs, and his ravenous gaze makes you throb harder.

"Vic-Victor-"

Any capacity to speak coherently is lost with the first lick along your slit, before his tongue pushes through and you're left writhing on the bed. He sucks and laps at you, his iron grip around your thighs thwarting your attempts at squirming away. His lips close around your nub and you keen, begging for respite or for more, you don't even know yourself.

He does pull away, crawling over to kiss your hair and murmur soothing praises as you kiss his jaw and widen your legs in a silent invitation. Ha-Victor looks at you when he brushes the head of his cock against you, not looking away even as he begins to push in. The air feels charged with magic, you feel it in little sparks against your skin. Your head falls to the mattress, eyes rolling back as he pulls back to slide in further with shallow thrusts, overwhelmed by how full it feels.

"You're going to be the death of me," he chokes out, feeling your walls fluttering around him. Locking eyes with him has been an intense experience every single time but now, with him throbbing within you, it feels almost painfully intimate.

"G-Good thing you won't be going anywhere," you manage to quip, smiling even as he draws you into a kiss and begins to thrust. He sets a smooth pace, allowing you to try and keep up as your hips begin to undulate. It's with measured thrusts and clever fingers that you come again, with fervid kisses on your skin that soften with every breath you take. He empties himself within you, murmuring incoherent praises into the side of your throat as he shakes.

He takes you into his arms, a hand caressing the length of your back, and a memory springs up; once, one of the visiting nymphs had claimed to have bedded Hades. She had scoffed and declared him to be a cold lover, that living in the Underworld for so long must've drained him of all passion. You had suspected it even then, but now you know she had been lying.

Your soft snickers draw his attention away from your shoulders, where he had been planting soft kisses.

"What is it?"

"Oh, nothing," you say breezily, rolling over to grin at him. "Just congratulating myself on a job well-done."

"As you should," he agrees. "But I don't see how this stops Demeter from taking you away."

You stare at him. He hasn't realized it, has he?"

"That was just for us." You sit up, opening your arms when he shifts to rest his head on your stomach. "Now...I'm hungry."

He freezes, nearly flinging himself back with how quickly he rises. "___."

"You can't tell me you hadn't considered it." You raise a brow at how his eyes fall with shame.

"I...did. It would've done the job. But at the time it would've been against your wishes," he admits, tucking your head under his chin as you wrap your arms around him.

"And now it won't be."

"___." He places his hands on your shoulders, looking at you gravely. "This will bind you to the Underworld. To me."

Your only response is to roll your eyes and kiss him.

The conversation derails very quickly from there and time blurs as you lose yourselves in each other. It's when you sit on the edge of the pool, leaning back on your arms with your legs spread wide as Victor fucks you with his tongue, that a strange ringing sound reaches your ears. Victor growls and continues until you're a mewling mess on unsteady limbs that he pulls into the water.

"Hermes is here," he informs you, his arms tight around as you both realize your time is up. You kiss him, hard and fast, pulling him up the steps before your common sense takes leave once more.

"We have to do it now," you insist, shaking your head when he opens his mouth. "I'm sure. I want you. I will have no one else as my husband."

He blushes, clearing his throat and nodding. "I feel the same. I...I want you as my wife. And my queen."

You stand there like a pair of fools, smiling at each other until there's another insistent ring. Victor holds his hand out, and you stare at it in confusion until a pomegranate appears from thin air.

"Right, we must consider your other duties as well," he mutters to himself, seemingly agonizing over it until he digs out six seeds.

“...Yes, we must.”

"Six seeds for six months?" he asks quietly.

"That should do it." A shame that you can't stay by his side, but you must think of your mother and the people too. You did consider just having someone replace you but it's not that easy, and it would be too selfish of you. "You can come to visit while I'm there."

"I will," he promises, holding up the first seed to your mouth. He feeds you each seed individually, waiting patiently as you chew. You look down at yourself and then around.

"I don't feel any changes." He laughs and laces his fingers through yours.

"I do. They'll have no choice but to let you come now," he whispers into your hair. "Hermes will probably take you to Olympus."

"I'll see you there, then." You can't help the mischievous smirk that curls along your mouth. "We do have a wedding to plan."

Victor groans and pushes you onto the bed.

It's with a cheerful grin and a skip in your step that you materialize out of the shadows to meet Hermes in the throne room. The Messenger looks confused by your enthusiastic greeting, which contrasts greatly with Victor's brooding pout.

"Hades. Kore. I believe you know why I'm here," he states, peering at you through his helmet when you just nod. "Kore, I'm to take you to Olympus. Your parents are waiting."

Hermes nearly chokes when you turn to Victor, waiting until he lowers his head so you can plant a noisy kiss on his cheek.

"I'll see you soon, darling."

"I'll be there,” he vows.

You take the hand offered by an incredulous Hermes, looking back at Victor as a golden ring surrounds you and your escort.

"___?"

Your heart aches already, your lip quivering at the miserable look in his eyes. There’s an awful feeling burning in your chest and you think you’re starting to understand all those songs about longing for your lover.

"Yes?" your voice cracks pitifully, and he cracks the softest smile at that, watching you leave him so tenderly it may just break you. All you want to do is hold him and tell him every silly thought you’ve ever had, to dig deeper and listen to anything he wants to tell you. You manage a wobbly smile for him.

"I love you."

Your eyes widen, heart skipping as you open your mouth—and then he vanishes from sight. You materialize in a secluded garden within Olympus, Hermes staring at you in shocked silence as you try to compose yourself. It feels as if you’ve left your heart behind, and you hadn’t known love could ever be so bittersweet.

"Well, now I almost want to take you back," he mutters as your eyes begin to burn. "Come, your parents await you. I suspect you have a lot to tell them."

Hermes is right. The sooner you inform them of your decision, the sooner you'll see Victor again. You've fallen in love with the King of the Underworld, with all his jagged edges and dimpled smiles—and there is no force in all of the realms that will stop you from making him yours.

#mlqc #mlqc victor #mlqc fanfic #mlqc smut #mr love queen's choice #mr love: queen's choice #mr love li zeyan #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc victor x reader #mr love victor

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diaryofomellas · 3 years

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After you got yours I thought about getting one but I couldn't think of what to ask for. So I just shrugged and went on. Didn't expect a gift, especially from an Alliance player LMAO!

First of all, happy belated birthday!

Second, that's a very good friend right there!

Everyday I have to talk myself out of getting another one tbh. xD I just want Patty to narrate my life. Is that too much to ask??

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koushisun · 3 years

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WAIT BABE I MISSED UR BIRTHDAY AHHH did u have fun ?? did u get cake n gifts ?? oh my god hold on lemme gather myself– happy belated birthday kris !!! im so ajajsndn

ARELL HI ILY!!!! <333 I did have fun!!! my sister made me chocolate cupcakes and they were so good!! we got these bnha cupcake toppers too so that was really cute ahaha

gift-wise,, i got earbuds from my parents (very much needed lmao) and my sis got me vol. 2 of Snow White with the Red Hair!!!

my sister also made me katsudon for my birthday dinner, i really pulled out my inner midoriya kinnie jfbcbdhfhsj (i’m gonna have a family dinner on sunday with my other siblings, so i’m pretty excited for that!!) my sis is making my birthday cake, and it’s going to be ms. joke themed (bc she is my current love)

overall my birthday was really good!!! (and hearing from you makes it even better!!!!)💖💖💖

#ILY ARELL!!!! <33333 #kris chats #arell♡#g4nyu☆彡

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pipsqueakparker · 4 years

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For the fic writer ask meme: 3, 8, 13, 37, 38!

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

i….. i don’t know? i mean, throw some tropes at me and i’ll let ya know, but i tend to surprise myself with how okay i am with some things. anyway, there’s nothing that i’m like consciously vehemently against, at least that comes to mind rn.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“And why do you think that is?” Baz gestures to the bottles he’s got lined out in front of him.

“Well, I figured it was the vampire thing, didn’t I?” I mumble, but thanks to the vampire thing Baz hears me clearly and rolls his eyes. I immediately feel the need to defend myself, sitting one of his products down and raising my voice. “It wasn’t that outrageous a thought! Vampires are meant to be fit!”

“You think all dark creatures are fit,” he retorts. He’s moved on from his face, washes the residual cream from his hands and starts in on his hair, still damp from his shower.

“I do not,” I argue. Then, “S’not my fault a good lot of them are.”

“I knew you had a type, Snow, but I never realized it was exclusively non-human.”

“It’s not! I - You’re human. And Chris Hemsworth is properly fit, he’s human.” Baz bypasses my comment on his humanity entirely, he almost always does.

“‘Course you’d be a Hemsworth fan,” he mutters.

“You can’t tell me being a vampire has no additional benefits to your complexion.” I bring the point right back around, because for some reason this is the hill I’ve chosen today. I’m not sure what I want to prove exactly, perhaps just that I was right to use that as evidence of his condition all those years ago? Perhaps I just want to win an argument. “You’re potentially immortal, that has to affect your skin and aging, or whatever.”

“You know fuck-all about vampires.” He’s working a second foamy product into his hair, not looking at me. And he’s right, I know fuck-all about vampires. But neither does he.

“Neither do you.”

He does look at me now. “Snow, if one of us were going to be an expert on the subject, I’m fairly certain it would be me.”

I think about this one a lot, and honestly I’m just proud ‘cause when I read it back it feels and sounds like a natural, fond banter. I love banter, and writing it is so hard ‘cause it should sound natural and quippy and quick, not like you’ve sat there thinking about it for three days and this is the best way to get this character’s point across - and I feel like I accomplished it with this lil’ bit. And it’s just fun, Baz teasing Simon.

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

There are only 7 story ideas, it’s your individual take that makes it original. I get caught up a lot in not wanting to use a cliche idea, or needing to come up with an original idea but original ideas just don’t exist, you gotta take what exists and make ‘em your own.

37. Talk about your current wips.

I have several, like, half-written fics I wanna get back in and finish, but most of my focus is currently going into a follow-up fic for you’re a fit one mr. grinch and a fake dating au that i wanna do, but i keep getting overwhelmed by the idea of actually writing it lmao

and also maybe a little something as a belated birthday gift for @thehoneyedhufflepuff as of a couple hours ago lmao

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

Honestly, every review I get from @captain-aralias and @krisrix make my day. They stick out to me the most, bc i swear aralias leaves the longest most thought out and kind and heart-warming reviews, i get so excited happy and lowkey teary when i see she’s left one. and idk, i just remember when kris left a review on brought to heel which i was nervous as Heck to post ‘cause it was the first time i dared write something smutty and it felt like a Blessing bestowed upon me. uh so hi guys thank you for your kinds words in the past they’re very appreciated and adored and treasured.

ty ty for the asks

40 questions for fic writers

#fic ask meme #ask meme #my fic #writing tag #sbazzing

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mintymiknow · 4 years

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[ SKZ Song Tag ]

Tagged by @ph0ebevix and @chwrryeols ❤️

Entrance: If you could speak any other language, which would you choose?

Korean and Japanese; I used to study Japanese, but I forgot almost everything lol. I also really want to learn Spanish and Italian. I have Spanish blood (like...very little lol) and my grandmother speaks a little Spanish so I wanted to learn it too. Italian also ‘cause like...it’s such a beautiful language and there’s a certain elegance to it.

Miroh: What was the last thing you tried for the first time?

Sangria? Yeah, I don’t drink at all unless it’s just wine, but I drank sangria with my mom and dad for Christmas and I don’t think I’ll be drinking it again. I’m highly acidic and that wine + brandy combo did not do me any favors.

Victory Song: When was the last time you accomplished something really big? What was it?

Just a few weeks ago, I finished my first semester as a sophomore in college. Idk how it works in other countries, but in the PH, you finish each term or semester with or without honors. I finished my recent semester with honors, making it my 3rd time :> Also...it’s big for me (maybe trivial for some), but I finished Scintilla (my first series here on Tumblr ayo).

Maze of Memories: What’s your best memory?

Going to Korea last April 2019. And no, it’s not just ‘cause of Kpop (that’s just a small bit). It was just really fun to go around with my mom and sister, taking all sorts of photos and whatnot.

Boxer: Do you like physical activity?

It depends? I don’t have very good stamina and tend to get weak easily, so no. I do like to play volleyball with my friends during PE class though.

Chronosaurus: Who’s your favorite Greek god(dess)?

EVERYONE. DON’T GET ME STARTED I LOVE GREEK MYTHOLOGY. Ok, but if I had to pick...Nyx, the Nine Muses, and of course, Athena.

19: What kind of worries do you have about your future?

I don’t worry so much about the future, but I’m my biggest worry lmao. I tend to overwork and put too much stress on myself, and I’m afraid that’s really going to take its toll on me.

Road not Taken: If you were going to a deserted island, what three things would you take?

What? Why? Um...survival kit, books, phone(?).

Side Effects: List some possible side effects from stanning Stray Kids.

Constant screaming and squealing, loss of money, increased heartbeat, emotional rollercoasters, tears.

TMT: Do you like astronomy?

I find it very fascinating. I had a book all about it when I was in high school, and I loved reading about the stars.

Mixtape #1: Do you doubt yourself at all?

Of course I do lol. I’m not the smartest, brightest, most talented and capable person out there, and that tends to attack me especially during the overwhelming periods in college. But that’s something I’m working on.

Mixtape #2: What’s something that gets you through a rough time?

My mom and my best friends. They always know what to say and how to get me out of a pinch. Like, without them, I’d probably be losing my mind.

Mixtape #3: What’s the best gift you’ve ever received?

A ring from my parents given at my 16th birthday. It has a very personal meaning/significance to me, and I’ve had it for about four years already.

Mixtape #4: When was the last time you got lost?

I can’t remember lol. I don’t think I’ve gotten lost recently?

Stop: Where do you want to be most right now?

Japan lol I miss everything about Kyoto aaaah :(((

Double Knot: If you directed a movie about your life, what genre would it be?

A drama HAHAHA. As much as I love action, my life is basically a drama. Man, 2019 was literally a drama. I watched my life develop into a drama lol it still makes me laugh and cry.

Levanter: When was the last time you had to give something up?

Just a few months ago. The guy best friend I liked for a while. Yeah, those kinds of things.

Booster: What are three songs that get you hyped up?

Booster and Double Knot - Stray Kids | Follow - Monsta X

Astronaut: If you could go on an adventure anywhere, where would you go?

London, Venice, Paris, or Amsterdam!

Sunshine: Tag some blogs who brighten up your dash.

@honeyhairedhan @bhubblemilk @ph0ebevix @skydivingstars @lunatens @changbeanie @luvknow

You can STAY: When did Stray Kids become your home?

It was shortly around some time after Get Cool’s MV was released.

Mixtape #5: Do you have an article of clothing you always wear?

I have this Adidas jacket that I just constantly wear no matter what. Like it’s comfortable and stylish wow~

Tagging: @honeyhairedhan @bhubblemilk and whoever lol there’s no one left to tag? Or I’m just spaced out and forgetful once again~ Y’all don’t have to do this :) (Also, belated Happy New Year to y’all ily!)

#personal #tag

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sociaistudies · 5 years

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hello!! i’m back i guess?

not sure if anyone noticed lmao but i've been away for some weeks since my life is a mess, and i didn't even begin to post regularly here. I'm still trying to organize myself and my almost nonexistent routine, but it's hard: ((

this is not my diary or anything but i feel like talking about it, so ......

my mom had surgery, her recovery it's taking a while and i had to do everything regarding the hospitalization, bringing her back home, trying to help her feel the less pain as possible and such, taking her to the follow-ups, etc. and between all of it, i met another one of my friends irl!! she was amazing, she gave me belated birthday gifts! we had lunch together in a japanese restaurant and i brought her home to meet my family, she stayed for the night too but :( she got a bit disappointed with me because. i'm not really fond of physical proximity and she does, and like.. it isn't the first time that someone pointed out to me that i seem to be cold/distant, and. you know. truth hurts aha. so ... yeah :/ we had a deep convo later about it and i feel like she's still treating me different, but i'm not sure if i can do anything about it lmfao guess i just suck at having friends then

my classes came back this monday too, i just went one day this week since other things happened too! i donated blood for the first time ever !!! but i didn't know that i had to be well-fed and well-rested (i knoooow, it's really obvious to me now, but :( yeah), so as soon as i leaved the hospital i passed out aha it was really stressful day, and i'm recovering from it since i'm still feeling a bit weak ..

but !!! i'm still planning to post a bit of my study routine regarding my classes, the books i'm reading/finished reading and the tiny bits of my never-ending language studies here so!! see you guys soon i hope

#it's funny how i just /knew/ that i'd disappear at some point #and i was calling myself inspiring lmao #ok #new studyblr #studyblr newbie #a rant tbh

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dustkii · 6 years

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Seasons tag

I was tagged by @midpoosimmer and @made-in-maxis !! Thanks guys :-)

1. which season are you going to play with first? hmmmm i’m not sure!!! i’ll probably just cycle through whatever comes as default, so probably summer will be first!

2. from what you’ve seen in the trailer, what are you most excited about?

i am (obviously) excited about weather!!!! and all of the different season centered outfits

3. what’s your favourite season irl?

fall or winter! when its cold in fall, and when winter is just starting. its such a nice temp, you can wear a heavy sweater or jacket, lots of layers! its really my ideal weather and my fashion Peak

4. what’s your favourite flower/plant?

i dont really know much about flowers or have much interest in them but colourful ones are pretty to look at

5. are you going to create a new sim/family or are you going to keep your current household?

i’m probably going to use one of my existing saves to test out the new features (rosie and her brother and their dog) as well as use them to try out the different outfits and then play my main saves just as a normally would but with new seasons!

6. what would you like to see in this new add-on that we haven’t seen yet?

honestly i can’t think of anything off the top of my head! i’m sure i’ll be happy no matter what

7. how do you feel about not having a new neighbourhood?

i’m really not that bothered about it! i usually just stick to one or two neighbourhoods in my saves anyway. and they said that neighbourhood is affected in unique ways so even that is a treat in and of itself!

8. snow, rain, sun or wind?

i love snow!!!!!!!! and i love cold rain on a sunny day and pouring rain in the middle of the night when i can go out and just dance around

9. favourite refreshing drink in summer?

iced coffee one hundred percent, i barely even had to think about this. nothing will come close to a nice iced coffee

10. favourite hot drink in winter?

apple cider & hot coffee and if im being honest .. iced coffee lmao

11. walk through the forest or by the beach?

i love both!!! i really cant choose between the two, i love both so much

12. swimming pool or ocean?

again, i love both! i guess it just depends on whats available.

13. where would you like to travel if you could leave right now for a week?

ive always wanted to go to germany!

14. how is the weather today?

its not too bad! its getting hotter though, and it was raining earlier this morning which wasn’t so bad its humid though so i definitley do not want to go outside lol

15. what new traits would you like to see in the new add-on?

ooooh i know i know, like @made-in-maxis said, specific traits for weather preferences! loves/hates cold/hot weather etc

16. do you like to play with supernatural creatures like vampires and aliens? and if so, would you like to have witches/fairies/elves?

i used to play with vampires more but now its just aliens in my differences in the family tree save. i would definitley love to have like, witches and wizards

17. what is your favourite thing to do during winter?

i love making snow angels and playing in the snow!! and curling up on the couch with a blanket, big sweater and a hot chocolate

18. …during spring?

im not sure! ive never thought about what i do in the spring lmao, usually its kind of warm so sit in the grass, go for drives, all that , play in the rain bc its always raining lol

19. …during summer?

summer kills me bc i cant stand the heat but i do love swimming and laying in the grass, going to the beach is always a fun activity

20. …during autumn?

fall is the perfect time to explored supposedly haunted locations and drink pumpkin spice latte

21. have you already pre-ordered seasons? and if you haven’t, are you going to pre-order it or wait until it comes out?

im just going to wait until it comes out! it comes out 11 days after my birthday so it’ll be a belated birthday gift to myself :-)

22. in which neighbourhood are you going to play first with seasons?

i’m thinking brindleton bay! its one of my favourite neighbourhoods

23. do you listen to music while playing? and if so, what are your favourite songs to play to?

i do! i usually just pop my ipad or phone on shuffle & whatever plays plays

24. what’s your favourite thing to do in the sims? creating sims, building, etc?

i love creating sims but mostly i just love gameplay and coming up with stories based on what my sims are doing.

25. what’s your favourite kit/pack/add-on?

cats and dog obviouslyyyyyy but i also love love love the laundry pack and the shit it comes with

26. and finally, what add-on/pack would you like to see next?

i would love university! and honestly, something like makin magic again. i miss having all the magic, witches and wizadry shit in the game i always loved that stuff

i know almost everyone has done this at this point so im just gonna tag @greenfooddog @nikasimming @racingllama and @leafvy you have already done it, dont worry!

#text #seasons tag #tag #nikasimming #racingllama #leafvy #greenfooddog

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Aaand... here. [ffnet] [ao3]

Me notes: I’m living dangerously and haven’t actually looked up the possible lingering symptoms of lead poisoning up till a week ago. And yet, it’s disturbing how legit my guesses were, even past the chronic pain lmao??? Shit’s wild, yo.(Won’t come up, but among other things, it can fuck up your cognitive abilities, that is to say, make you stupid(er)... our genius Law’s IQ was probably so broken that it needed to be nerfed to hell, yet he’s still one of the smartest jackasses in the series. somehow, this info delights me… what a force of nature.) (I’m definitely winging the shit as to why those things happen tho, this is just a shitty fic project, I don’t need nor really want a PhD in neurosurgery and whatnot. … for now, at least. I’d be happy with a teacher’s degree. And something to prove that I’m by no stretch bad at translating stuff.)

26. Shenanigans

As soon as Kat reaches her destination, Nami poses a question immediately; “What was that about?” All she could see was that Law was both mad and… well, confused, while trying his darnest to be civil. Which in itself is a point of interest, just like the fact that her new friend here also seems kind of lost.

Kat sighs. “I’ve been too,” Honestly, how should she summarize this? Uh... “well... nice?”

“Too… nice.” On second thought… the navigator feels she shouldn’t be surprised that the Heart captain would find that unwelcome. He’s not exactly the buddy-buddy type, hell, probably even paranoid.

“Like... I felt kind of guilty for skipping all that practice and being a general nuisance,” among other things she cannot talk about... “... so I brought down some rice crackers and tea after breakfast and washed his dusty mug that must have been lying around for months for him,” she looks up, slowing down a bit to get her thoughts in order; “We had, like, a tea party. Which was still okay, I guess. After having managed to sit out the new training shit proper, probably looking like a maniac during it all… I definitely overdid it by buying a teddy at the fair for his suspiciously big bear themed collection.” It really seems excessive and random in hindsight. “Man, can you imagine I even considered to buy a gigantic one? I couldn’t bring myself to pay up the twelve grand, but… pfff.” she mumbles mostly to herself, putting on a faint smile over the mental image of chucking that monstrosity at him again, then places a hand on her cheek while contemplating the general idea over in vague confusion. She settled for the small one, but... sheesh. On the other hand, she likes being charitable, and it’s been too damn long since she had both the financial background and an excuse to buy a gift for someone apart from the obligatory job stuff. Thinking about this makes her want to give a little ‘thank you’ gift of sorts to both crews… except, well, she ain’t got jack as far as ideas are concerned. They already have everything they could need, too.

Nami rolls her eyes upon hearing that. “Geez… it’s like you’re wishing him a belated happy birthday and he’s complaining over the attention. Which… is not all that surprising, I guess,” she concludes then with a shrug. “He did the same when we threw him a party before arriving in the country,” His main complaint was that he had his private party with his crew a few days back… none can do for Luffy if he wants to party, however. “On the other hand… you do realize that you sound like an overly apologetic boyfriend, right?” Nami muses while returning her attention to her, finding sudden enjoyment over the image of Knight Kat and her grumpy liege.

“Well… he is a princess as far as I’m concerned,” Kat nods in agreement. “While I’m not sure his highness would agree, I can see where you’re coming from, though,” she adds, scratching the sideburns in embarrassment. “I’m… not really good at taking care of anyone or anything in general, no lie. The moons must have aligned, or something.”

“You must be underestimating yourself,” the other woman states, leading her towards the table with the still steaming drink on it. Sanji must have been here a mere minute ago. “People who have no sense of nurture would never be able to do your job, you know?”

“Work is different,” she protests, crossing her forearms in an X, and squints at the back of Nami’s head where some small creature seems to be very, very lost in the orange sea; “Because… I know I have to do that stuff, and I must pay attention at least some of the time, you know? If I didn’t, I’d get fired. When just home, or hanging out… I get way too comfortable, and next thing I notice after spacing out is that the day is already over. Flowers unwatered and still full of lice or whatever, dog unwalked and unpooped, cat unfed and has knocked everything off the table, and then there’s me, also hungry and dirty... Can’t just do all of that quick before going to bed, can you?” She sighs. “I’m happy I’ve gotten far enough to be able to take care of myself, you know.” Sometimes she still forgets to eat, or keeps going just one or two more days without the designated bath. It’s so… it’s beyond embarrassing. And infuriating. Occasionally… even humiliating.

She picks up her cup and stirs the beverage, then downs half of it immediately. A sugar chunk in her mouth and the barely comfortable temperature remind her that she probably should slow the fuck down. Oh well… if she already has half the cube, might as well lick it away.

“... I still think you are selling yourself short, but… can’t say I haven’t met the problem.” Getting started after Bellemere was… overwhelming. Although they helped out a lot since they were little, and there wasn’t a lot more extra work to do, neither her nor Nojiko had an idea where to start with the household, even though the villagers cleaned up the mess in the house that Hachi had left behind. The laundry seemed to be more when it was less, the cooking more challenging... even the tangerine grove felt bigger and more intimidating than before. Everything appeared to be more than what it was in reality. When she noticed some work waiting to be done, she handled it on autopilot, but there really was a lot of spacing out while doing stuff. From what she just said, Kat seems to be in a similar state of mind, albeit near permanently. “Either way, that already is something. You talk as if you were worse about it, so there’s nothing to be worried about. That forestside cottage won’t tend itself once you get there.”

Kat lets a smile creep on her face, being reminded of her silly life goals. Nami was listening in on her and Robin’s conversation, huh? “I guess… but I’m still eons away from even attempting that.” Finishing the sentence, she also finishes her coffee and puts the cup down. Now, let’s address that minor annoyance that’s been bugging her quite literally for a minute… “By the way, turn around a bit?”

“Turn…? Why should I?” the redhead asks, complying with the request regardless.

Kat reaches into her hair and picks out one tiny black dot after short looking around the neck area. “You had one of these really small spiders in your hair,” she says, lifting the little goober for her to see. The wind carries these all over the place.

“Eeeh,” Nami gets shivers turning back to her while holding her locks, zeroing in on the barely visible animal. “Oh, god, get it away….!”

A mischievous smile appears on Kat’s face; Nami knows her just enough to step back and eye her with suspicion.

“Away?”

“Don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

Another step back is followed by a step forward by Kat, and they start waltzing faster and faster, until Nami starts sprinting and runs into Sanji, who is bringing out drinks for her and probably Carrot, as Robin should be having her coffee now.

“Shield!!” she shouts, flinging him in between. The man keeps enough balance for the layered cocktails to barely sway; quite impressive. He’s also visibly pleased with the development.

“Oh, Nami, dear~ you are so passionate today. What brings you to me~?”

“An itsy bitsy spider,” says Kat, bringing it up to his nose, almost.

“Oh, a spi---” the smile freezes onto Sanji’s face upon turning towards her, then he emits a sound alike a deflating balloon before arching back all of a sudden over Nami in panic. The utensils in his hand can’t compete with the sudden movement, and are wobbling precariously, until the tray itself starts to tilt; noticing that, Kat snaps her hand towards said objects to stop them from falling, and the spider, having had enough of these shenanigans, uses the momentum to make an exit with a jump into the greenery.

The drinks, along with every layer, practically stop in time; Sanji looks over to them, still in shock.

“Sweet catch,” says a bubbly Carrot who has likely seen everything as she's sliding down the mast.

“... thanks…” Kat squeaks. Something about this feels… weird, though. “And, uh, sorry,” she adds, looking over to the cook. “Didn’t know you felt this strongly about creepy crawlies.” She almost ruined those drinks and potentially could have broken the glasses, too...

“I-it’s fine,” he croaks with the frozen smile still on his face, shaking a little both from the position and scare.

“That was mean, Kat,” Nami grumbles, pushing the man back onto his feet, checking the grass for the small stowaway. “Don’t bring bugs near me… or Sanji, -sorry, Sanji,- they are gross!”

“After this, I really won’t,” she mumbles, slowly setting the glasses back into position on the tray now that Sanji’s calming down and is not shaking things all over the place. The contents, however… need extra care? They are levitating by themselves, so she needs to move them along with the glass. What is she doing differently, here?

“Thank you,” the man mumbles with the last item returning to its place and having recollected himself.

“No need to, I was the one brewing trouble in the first place.” Being done with the extra task, she feels relieved. “The falling things save is an aspect that I’ll definitely miss, no lie,” she breathes then; the odd feeling from before has not left her. There’s a notion that she can pinpoint every last detail around the ship, to the last strand of hair… she can even feel the little tiptoes of that tiny arachnid under them; taking a look to the side, she can spot a dot exactly where she thinks it is, too. And two butterflies flapping around the garden, flies all over the place, and just in general a lot of all kinds of small creatures all over. Even the positions of people moving around on board, whom she can kind of identify by size, position, what they might be doing or the way they walk… as well as the different layers in the drinks, which appear to be the most detailed ‘feeling’ thing. There’s just a lot of stuff not belonging to places, and it’s a little overwhelming.

Her perception being off is apparently noticeable, as Nami picks up on it as well. “You alright?” Kat has a tendency to space out or look out of it, so she’s always a little worried that there’s something like a pulled neck muscle going on. Most of the time, though, she’s just daydreaming.

“No, I’m alright, it’s…” Suddenly, she feels enlightened. “Oh, I think I know what this is…”

“What would that something be?” Nami asks, blinking in confusion.

“I think I just activated this scanning stuff by accident,” she informs her, looking down at her hands. The trigger must have been reaching for the glasses, but… how does one turn it off?

“Scanning…?” the woman mumbles. This must be something Ope Ope related.

“Like… I just know where a lot of stuff is, all of a sudden…” Thinking about it, she knows specifically where living things are, and the overall shapes of objects. And… possibly the density of things, because, those drinks...

Sanji notes her sudden interest in said beverages. “Would the resident changeling fairy like a glass of her own?”

Oh god, he’s already back to cheesy descriptions level… ANYWAY.

“No, thanks, I don't drink... I do like looking at pretty cocktails, though.” Honestly, sometimes they smell really nice, so it's hard to resist.... like these. There’s some chocolate and raspberries in there… but all she has to think of is the bitter aftertaste and the temptation is no more.

“Actually,” she continues as Nami gets her cocktail to sip on and Carrot walks up to them, asking whether she can have the other one, to which Sanji informs the mink that it was meant to be hers anyway; “mind if I try something with one of these…?”

“Oh, are you going to do some cool tricks?” Carrot asks with excitement; “I’ve been wanting to see the stuff Bropper has been talking about, too!”

“Ah, right!! I wanted to show you some stuff, anyway!” she says while sucking up some of the radiating fuzz buzz up, too.

Sanji raises a brow and puts on half a sulk. It takes a second to let the notion of food being tampered with slide, but if it’s for the greater good and less frustrating body statuses… Indeed, the thought of everything in the universe being in its rightful place puts his head back in the clouds. “I’ll be on my way, my lovelies, call if you need anything~” he swoons while disappearing back in the kitchen in a whirlwind.

Nami also gets going direction library and waves goodbye while drinking, which gesture the remaining two return.

“So, so,” the mink starts again, lifting up the glass to Kat; “what do you want to do with this?”

“What I want to do with the drink specifically is probably not that interesting, but even if it’s a total failure, I’ll make it up to you right after,” she notes. She has about one shot at this, anyway.

“Tee-hee~ Show me watcha got,” the rabbit girl says with a smug face to challenge the cocktail’s opponent.

“As you wish,” Kat responds with a smile of the same smugness level; Carrot snorts at this.

“You legit sound and look like Bepo’s captain right now,” she giggles.

“Hey, hey, careful,” Kat half-laughs while trying to keep the glass upright; “I need this thing as it is right now.”

“Alright, even if you will suck at this, you’ve already redeemed yourself,” the mink states as they waddle with combined efforts towards the table to put the beverage on. “Purely on a basis of a spot-on impression that you ruined immediately after.” She wasn’t there for the first performance anyway. “Bonus points for not even trying, tho.”

“Well, Carrot, to catch the pray…” she looks around with shifty eyes as the glass clinks on the polished surface; “you need to become the prey.”

“Well, well, well, Kat… I literally am prey,” she nods, releasing the object at last. “Also… are you saying you are out on a hunt? Hmm?” The smug smile returns, and this time it’s accompanied by a knowing look and crossed arms.

The girl needs to consider this for a moment, and she also puts on a comically exaggerated thinking face. Is she trying to go for Law's jugular in any way or form? She's had worse company, but... "Not really. Or deliberately. Unless hunting for funny situations for either person counts as such." With that she also lets go of the poor liquid that still retains most of its original form.

Carrot nods wisely after a few seconds, eyes entranced in the cloudy horizon. “... that’s fair, can’t blame you for that.”

Kat needs to hold back a smile, then decides to put an end to this banter. “Okay, alright, I may have finished off my coffee in like three shots, but I’ll have to hurry regardless,” she waves her hands around. “Let’s see this bad boy,” she groans while dropping on a chair; Carrot follows her lead and watches intently.

Okay, so… she still has that feeling going, that’s good; she also tried to keep the drink stable while holding it, which seems to have been a success. Now, how to do the thing she has in mind… She touches the glass again, which seems to power up the sensation somewhat; even if it’s a placebo effect, being in contact seems to make things much easier. There is definitely a difference between the glass and its content... what she’s really interested in, however, are the individual layers, which also seem different… they feel different. Especially the lightest and heaviest ones.

What if she just tried, took the lowest, dark layer, and...

“... Kat, what part of reality are you breaking again?” asks Usopp in a vaguely wary manner while passing with his tool box, his eyes catching the liquid blob pass a rather opaque layer following her finger before settling on top. Carrot breathes a ‘cool’ as she watches on with her head on the table.

“... density or gravity, I guess.” If not both. Those are kinda correlated, aren't they...? Eh, fuck physics. She can break all the rules, anyway.

As the layer settles in, she takes a look at the one now below it; a motion of another finger lowers it to the middle, then she raises it up again through the static ones. After that, she puts the reddish, heavy goop back to its place, with the lightest layer over it. Releasing it all makes the whitish liquid phase through multiple other ones, stirring the entire cocktail up. Looks rather nifty, with all those vertical stripes in it. Last part notwithstanding... if souls or whatever feel just as different, and she can make them slide through another... after some refinement, this just might be the thing she needs.

#Kate writes #KMKY #opfanfic #been a while since I tagged it like that so

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