#get= me fugging wrecked

[dazedstonerslut]

ooopsss immmm hiiihh aadd horyyy agaaainn. alsooo gonnaa gedd edibless aaannn booxz tomoorrooww

[absolutefilthimsosorry]

Spoilers for DnP Incohearent!!!!

I’m having so much fun trying to solve these that I made a list to keep track! Message if you can help me fill in any I’m missing or if I’ve got any wrong!!!

Also lmk if you see any I’ve missed!! I’m going to keep updating this and have it unrebloggable but you can reblog this post to have a link to it!

These are all gathered from this post and this post so check the notes on those first to try to solve them then look here if you need answers!

Sow march cheer ray = so much cherry

Wee nay urn for uke oye yer tub = we’ve never fucked on youtube?

Ta fold in fig = the golden pig

Feed hay hid eho = vday video

Tat he won ape hit morse him he = daddy want a bit more simmy

Watt ken ice hay = what can I say

North key bus teabag king = naughty busty baking

Fool tie enter nit hobo / fall tie mint her nepo moe / fault aye mint earn are ohm owe/ foul thyme inch hermit hole mold = full time internet homo

Cumin mile aid deed or = come in my ladydoor

Hum hay zinc tan = amazingdan

Elven ower fug sedge own = eleven hour fuck session

An berry moth ribeye adam stir = and every month we buy a hamster

March rest array = Manchester eye

Cyst herding yell = sister daniel

Add a ding teps = editing tips

Cop dubai khaki luna = topped by kakuna

Late eat tore = ladydoor

Half tugger etch two eggs cyst = have the courage to exist

Perish she end wink = Parisian twink

Coal ten big/ goal then pick = golden pig

Cyst ordain yell = sister daniel

Train youth inks = try new things

Gay mean moss/ gain ink mass = gamingmas

Soften need = soft and neat

A wools lied = owl slide

Topper bought them hill = top or bottom Phil

Coat fit firenze = golf with friends???

Few ours pig meow fits = viewers pick my outfits

Read less tar = red lester

Eye eight soup igloo = I ate super glue

Insight youth era too walls = inside you there are two wolves

Mine amy stan = my name is Dan

Clap hella = glabella

Hiss teeth rent = hits different

Eel eyes apron kay kiss = Eliza pancakes

See pram haze ink bra jet = super amazing project

Feels lie yawn = phils lion

Fuel ease snot dawn fair = Phil is not on fire

Jaw shush ear son = josh hutcherson

Ball bull him tour food = bauble in your foot?

Sure eck = shrek

High ate dust = hiatus

Add a dink deps = editing tips

Ga hay shoom air age = gay shoe marriage

Pope eat plate aim = poppy playtime

Eat aches stu = it takes two

Goo gal few ed = google feud

Baze ick lee eye meg ay = basically I’m gay

Ko min yout ti ew = coming out to you

Ender knit subvert grew oop = internet support group

Phylis turn yar a sheen yes = PHIL LESTER YOU’RE A GENIUS

With Audi intern yet wean ed brr wood halve mat = without the internet we never would have met

Gum ban yins drool I’ve = companions through life

Reed sons wide answer flail = reasons why dans a fail

Ewan dam ah some are reed = you and Dan are so married

Denver sis fill/ Denver cis full = Dan vs Phil

Or lawn huffing = all or nothing

Dunk rye core raft = don’t cry craft

Mortal jester roam and thick/ Morph adjust row antic = more than just romantic

So wall how debris poll light = swallow to be polite???

Oar hinge art = orange heart

Foray virgo em = forever home

Chai reel loop/ share real oob = cherry lube

Cad boyd anne = cat boy dan

Far turf ill lip = father philip

Tess lit hen ink = the slittening

Forth house indie rolled or touches = four thousand year old tortoises

Hey moth swish roundup floating = a month without uploading

Jam march let pet tea an farms = Je mange les petit enfants

Day lion howl tour = Dalien Howlter

Ima let all kit = I’m a little kit

Feel pearl lays shell ter = Phil plays shelter

Fewer blue key app ending = viewer spooky happenings

Hell low iam tour reel = hello I am Toriel

Laugh tuh gey mile kuh = left to get milk

Villas eek wreck why vuh = Phil’s secret wife

Footy strain gin said dent = ___ strange incident????

Snow core play sum = snokoplasm

Nope puts cereal sleeping mage innit = no but seriously imagine it

Tear rip pulling flu hence = terrible influence

Jeff why eye aisle hike vague liner = fyi I like vagina

Eggs intense all cry cis = existential crisis

List of contributors

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[jothowrote]

RQG 153 - The Chatter Box coda

Oh man Ben Meredith is really giving us everything we want with that sweet Zolf content. 

coda

Drunk Zolf was much cuddlier than Hamid had expected. Though Zolf kept on talking, he left his arm around Hamid, almost as if he had forgotten it was still there. Hamid was only tipsy, having restricted himself to a couple of glasses of halfling wine, but he enjoyed the closeness to Zolf too much to move away.

He woke the next morning to the cacophonous sounds of snoring, still snuggled into Zolf’s side and using his arm as a pillow. He panicked for a second but couldn’t move away – Azu was asleep on his other side, lying flat on her back but so close that she was pressed against him.

The snores were coming from what looked like a pile of old clothes and bottles in the corner. The pile rose and fell with each snore, making the bottles clink. Hamid craned his head around to see Cel still in their hammock and Barnes curled up on the stairs. Through the powers of deduction Hamid figured out that the snoring pile was Carter. The air was thick with the fug of day-old booze, alcohol sweats, and hangover cottonmouth. Most of the smell seemed to be emanating from the Carter pile, but Hamid wrinkled his nose at his own dishevelled state and cast a quick prestidigitation to freshen up.

A faint noise made him look up and into Zolf’s open eyes.

‘Uh, hi,’ Hamid whispered.

Zolf blinked at him.

‘Sorry if I woke you,’ he said, still keeping his voice hushed.

‘S’okay,’ Zolf said, shifting with a small groan. ‘My arm’s numb.’

‘Oh, sorry.’ Hamid shuffled downwards and lifted his head so Zolf could move his arm. Zolf flexed his fingers with a grimace. Hamid was suddenly very aware of how close they were and began to shuffle out from between Zolf and Azu, but Zolf reached out to grab his arm.

‘Hamid,’ Zolf said, his voice wrecked from drinking, his eyes uncomfortably sincere. ‘I missed you.’

Hamid settled back down, onto his side. Zolf turned over to face him.

‘I missed you too,’ Hamid replied. ‘It’s okay, Zolf – you don’t need to…’

‘No, listen,’ Zolf said, interrupting. ‘I left you – and Sasha, and Bertie – in Prague, and maybe it was the right decision, but I still left.’

Hamid shifted uncomfortably.

‘Zolf, I told you, I understand. I don’t blame you or anything-‘

‘No, Hamid – I just mean… after all this, when we’re done with the whole simulacrum and blue veins thing… I know you’ll be trying to get Sasha and Grizzop back.’

‘Um, yes,’ Hamid said. ‘I mean, I still have hope that-‘

‘I want to help,’ Zolf said, firmly. ‘Will you let me help you?’

‘Of course,’ Hamid said. ‘Thanks, Zolf – I know you don’t think it’s possible, but…’

‘I don’t care. You say there’s still hope, then there’s hope,’ Zolf said. ‘And I’ll help you. You’ll be calling the shots.’

‘Thank you,’ Hamid said. Behind him, Azu made a strange snorting sound and shifted in her sleep, which only succeeded in pushing Hamid closer into Zolf.

‘I, uh, I don’t suppose you’ve got any more of that…’ Zolf asked hesitantly, waggling his fingers in the air.

‘Oh, of course.’ Hamid prestidigitated Zolf clean, too – noticing that despite having empty space on his other side, Zolf didn’t move away.

‘Thanks.’ Zolf sighed in relief.

‘It doesn’t last long,’ Hamid warned.

‘That’s fine, it’s just so I can get back to sleep without feeling disgusting,’ Zolf said.

‘We’re going to feel pretty grim after six more days down here,’ Hamid shuddered.

‘Yeah but think how good the bath will feel.’

They grinned at each other, faces barely a few inches apart. For the first time in a long time, Hamid felt – not quite at peace perhaps, but happy. Safe. Warm.

[complicatedandstained]

The Other Day at Hot Topic: Xigbar

There’s nothing Xigbar wouldn’t do for his cousin, Saïx, and his punk, pretty boy boyfriend, but sometimes they test his limits.

Thursday, and Axel texts him at five o’clock in the morning with a ‘pick me up and take me to work.’ No explanation. No please. No heart emojis. Nada.

And it’s Thursday, so there’re no appointments booked, so it’s not even like it’s work that’ll help Xigbar keep the lights on. It’s Axel’s stupid side gig at the mall that he got so Xigbar’s cousin and Axel could keep tabs on each other. Which come to think had probably set Saïx’s therapy sessions back several years. Yeah, better not to think about that at all.

Pulling up to their place, Xigbar dials—speed dial, and Axel must just be loafing in the AC waiting for him, because he picks up damn near instantly.

“Get your tail out here,” Xigbar barks, heat prickling under his collar, and he must sound as grumpy and half asleep as he feels because laughter answers him. Maybe this is why Axel and Saïx call him “Gramps” when Xigbar’s only got a few years on them. Xigbar clicks off the phone before the snarky retorts come in and rolls down his window.

After a few flicks of the butt of Xigbar’s cigarette against the ashtray, Saïx and Axel step onto the porch of their modest condo and into the warm morning air and aren’t they a pretty picture? Towers of muscle, crowned with take no prisoner attitudes, the light settling in their hair to highlight sky blue and sunset red, clutching at each other’s arms in damning insecurity.   

With a final salute of his water bottle to Saïx, Axel sets off down the stone path of their condo, past a pair of paopu trees, out to the curb.

Axel’s metallic gold jeans catch the light and about near blind half the cul-de-sac.

Jesus. As if the guy doesn’t stand out enough already. Saïx must have done something to really tick him off this morning, for him to put on something so attention grabbing.

But hey, Xigbar can help with that. Leaning an arm out the window, he smirks, wolf whistles, growls out, “There’s my sexy future brother-in-law.”

Axel beams back, smug, and tries hard not to look over his shoulder. Is not successful.

Xigbar doesn’t bother. He knows his cousin, practically his brother, and of course Saïx is glaring daggers, fists clenched, jaw stiff. Nobody particularly wants to see a brawny biker/tattoo artist hitting on their boyfriend. That’s pretty much the point.  

Xigbar curls a finger toward Axel before he can climb in the passenger seat. “Travel tax.”

Axel rolls his eyes as saunters up, but he leans in, letting Xigbar kiss his cheek, his fingertips brushing lightly against the redhead’s sharp jaw.

“Missed you too, boss,” Axel teases, meeting his eye, and then straightening up.

It’s been less than twenty-four hours since they’ve last seen each other.  

“Don’t gimme that ‘boss’ crap,” Xigbar counters, knuckles colliding with Axel’s bony shoulder, “it’s supposed to be my day off, and here I am carting you around like we’re friends or something.”

Boy’s damn lucky I’ve got a soft spot for him.

Axel grins. He knows he’s Xigbar’s closest friend by a mile. Even if Demyx insists otherwise. There are more fun words for what he’s got going on with Demyx.

“Yeah, well, car’s in the shop again, and his highness over there has a meeting with the sexiest man alive.” Axel waves off over his shoulder.

“I heard that,” Saïx teases, probably from the porch swing, probably pausing to appease his phone.

Xigbar freezes, processing this, rubbing at his forehead with a palm. “Axel, for God’s sake buy a new fugging…”

Xigbar cuts himself off, wonders if Axel can even afford it. Definitely could if he worked at Never, their boardwalk tattoo and piercing parlor, full time. But, of course, he isn’t allowed. Saïx doesn’t want him to spend all his time with Xigbar, and Axel doesn’t want Saïx to have to go all week without him.

Totally normal. Obviously.

Saïx has probably spontaneously combusted by this point. Xigbar likes to remind him what he’s got to lose. If he doesn’t start treating Axel right, somebody else is gonna do it. Hell, if Saïx weren’t his cousin, maybe Xigbar would do it.

See, Saïx’s discomfort is not altogether unprecedented.

Once upon a time, Xigbar didn’t think anyone could look at a man who’d had his face carved up like a Friday the Thirteenth movie and see anything but the scar—the threat.

Once upon a time, a motorcycle accident left Xigbar with three casts, seven stitches across his cheek, and an eyepatch to boot, and he’d said the hell good bye to the idea of a relationship.

His cousin had flown in to help get him back on his feet. The pair of them had always been close, grew up on the same street, dealing with bastard fathers and empty fridges. When it had gone south with Saïx’s father, he moved in to Xigbar’s house. The young men bonded over a mutual love of kickboxing in high school and, after graduation, when the secrets started spilling, a mutual love of men.

They began to go their separate ways when Xigbar dropped out of his art program and Saïx started getting serious about his classes and counseling. Then Saïx had stayed in Hollow Bastion for work and Xigbar had moved to get away from “work.”

Ridiculous that it was a motorcycle accident that got him and not his previous occupation—security at a bar where everything got shadier with every passing day. Xigbar’s boyfriend hadn’t even believed him when he messaged him what happened. That had been it for them, really.

The accident brought Saïx and Xigbar back together. Somehow, between helping Xigbar deal with torn muscles in his legs that left him with a permanent swagger, and stitches in his face that made it hard to chew, Saïx found time to let the island sun soak into his skin and mellow his thoughts and moods. He called his boyfriend often and, hearing the smile in his voice, the guy agreed that a move to the islands might be exactly the fresh start they needed.  

Then Saïx had brought home Axel. Axel, their childhood friend, who not only accepted Saïx’s scars (and the hefty stick up his rear), but saw the beauty and good humor beyond them. And at a time when everyone else backed up two steps at the sight of Xigbar, Ax’d run at him with open arms, a cocky smile, and a Chicks dig scars, y’know.  

So, horrible human being that he was, after Saïx had gone to all the trouble of nursing him back to health, Xigbar had fallen for his cousin’s boyfriend hard.

Cheesy as hell, yeah, but Axel had given Xigbar hope. He hadn’t thought it was possible for either of ‘em to find somebody, scarred as they were, inside, outside. Let alone someone stunning, strong, intelligent…

‘Course, it had also made him jealous. Because he and Axel got on like fire and paper, and if Xigbar had met him first… 

Well, Xigbar had his vices, but he wouldn’t flip every time Axel smiled at a waiter the wrong way. Hell, if Demyx hadn’t stumbled his way into the picture, Xigbar’s not sure what he’d’ve done.

Presently, Xigbar unlocks the passenger side of his ancient convertible, and as Axel makes his way over, Xigbar salutes his cousin, who, miraculously, remains in one piece.

“Mornin’, Sai.”

But Saïx is blood, his cousin and his friend, and losing Axel would wreck him, pure and simple. And after the hell that was their childhood, Saïx deserves to be happy now. Just, not at Axel’s expense, right.

So Xigbar flirts relentlessly. Treats Axel like a fricking princess. And Saïx is perfectly aware of his crush, less convinced than Axel is that it ended when Demyx came into the picture. (Though it more or less had, except in off moments like these when Axel shines like a goddamn sun.)

But thanks to Demyx, Saïx has no grounds to gripe at him for it. And thanks to the tattoo parlor, Saïx can’t fire him for it. So Xigbar takes a certain pride in getting away with everything, horrible human being that he is.

“Morning.” Saïx’s response is cold, brief, detached. Narrowed blue eyes command him to keep his hands to himself. Not ideal, but better than explosive, Xigbar supposes.

Realizing this is all the conversation he’ll get from the man at this point, Xigbar rolls up his window and pulls lazily away from the curb.

“He let you leave the house in that, huh?” Xigbar’s eye skims the golden denim hugging at Axel’s muscles a final time as they roll out and a knowing smirk lights his lips. “That’s progress.”

“Oh?” Axel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Is it?”

Xigbar cringes at the unexpected dose of bitterness. He glances over, seeing the man has strapped himself in, crossed his arms, and dedicated himself to staring out the opposite side window, probably watching Saïx climbing into his sensible, sleek black sedan, off to metaphorically solicit himself out to corporate executives.

“No,” Xigbar sobers, reaching across the narrow space to squeeze Axel’s shoulder. “Sorry, snookums. Guess not.”

“One of these days, though,” fingers comb through burnt red hair, jade eyes painfully hopeful, “right?”

Xigbar can’t meet Axel’s gaze for longer than a second. “He loves you, kid.”

[silencedminstrel]

(Sigh) This is some party huh! Sergeant Hess you really need to fire your real estate agent! Living next door to those lowlife Vermithrons is not gonna be raising your property value anytime soon! At least here the Synod and the Union

Leave me the hell alone, where I can think of my options after that “incident” but man! Three raids in a damned month? What is this--their annual mating ritual? Terdmo-Tiroptera may have a daily orbit lasting ten years, hence this huge ass

Desert where only them halfwit Vermithrons thrive, which is fine but damn! This is really, really, REALLY getting on my nerves! First they wrecked my hydroponic garden and now they dumped their garbage in my garage? And how the hell

Did they get their hands on that fug-ugly looking relic huh? Madness! All right that’s it! I’m gonna recharge my ass-kickin’ ionic displacer uzi so the next time they come, this former Team Liberty 024 Space Marine bitch means business!

“Garbage Collector1″ by Vladimir Manyukhin

[officaljnes]

Opposites (Androssi Zahard x Yeon Yiwha) (A Tower of God fanfic)

The more time Yiwha had spent with Androssi, the more she realized that Androssi was a whole lot different than what she initially perceived.

At first, Yiwha admitted what everyone else already knew. Androssi Zahard was an attractive woman. Before she became branded as a traitor, she was given tv interviews, admittance to high class restaurants. She even had experience of being a guest commentator on one of those e-sports championships. How Androssi even know the technical jargon speaks to her dedication as a princess.

But what Yiwha came to be attracted to Androssi was the frame around theme being opposites. Opposites in where they come from. Yiwha came from the Yeon family and was a talented Hwayeomsa user. However, she has difficulty in controlling her power to the fullest.

Androssi’s power was different. She didn’t need a fancy shinsu technique to be powerful. She just need to be that talented at using shinsu, and that’s how she got further then her competition.

These thoughts caress Yiwha’s mind, making her uneasy while focusing in a hallway, as she tries to get her nerves together to ask Androssi out on a date, but she usually cowers out due to two or three justified reasons.

First of all, Androssi is a Zahard princess, they’re not allowed to fall in love, so even if Yiwha managed to somehow get into a relationship with Androssi, they’ll have to hide their romantic entanglement from the public eye for the rest of their lives.

The second reason was that Androssi might not be attracted to girls at all. Yiwha doesn’t want to assume, but from all the spare time she had dedicated to spying on Androssi, she could remember it was Baam that was the only person who ever caught Androssi’s eye.

Third reason why was that even if Androssi wasn’t a Zahard princess and would give girls a chance, she clearly has high expectations for herself. Going by that logic, it’s clear she wouldn’t go out with someone who’s vastly weaker then her.

As these excuses were going full circle in Yiwha’s mind, Androssi happened to be noticing Yiwha in her perplexed state, and so stood next to her.

“Hey!” Androssi shook Yiwha’s shoulder to get her attention.

“What…” Yiwha was dazed, but her eyes widen at seeing Androssi so close to her, and had an inwardly shudder that Androssi touched her shoulder. The view of Androssi was more intense on a closer look. Her eyes was the significant things Yiwha was drawn to looking at.

Yiwha’s sight expanded to Androssi’s frowning face followed by her two fingers clicking together.

“Gosh!” Would you pay attention when I’m talking to you!” Androssi said, placing her hand on her hip to emphasize her frustration.

Yiwha winced but maintained her composure. “Sorry, I kinda got a lot on my mind. Was there something you need?” Yiwha asked, making sure to quickly brush her hair down to make it presentable.

Androssi relaxed her posture to a neutral position with a slight smirk. “It’s nothing important, I was just wondering why you were looking so distressed?” Androssi asked. Yiwha sighed. How could she get so distracted thinking about Androssi when she was right in front of her.

Yiwha whipped her head left and right to look for a convenient excuse out of this situation before she risks embarrassing herself in front of her crush. Before Androssi could ask her question again, Yiwha found what she was looking forward. A clock on the wall that displayed the time.

5:00PM

The hour when the person in charge of cooking would be preparing the food. Perfect! “Oh Androssi, I would love to stick around and chat, but I gotta go help out whoever’s cooking tonight’s dinner” Yiwha ran off, forgetting that she’s making herself more suspicious to Androssi who arched her eyebrows together in confusion.

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Yiwha enter the kitchen and closed the door behind her, huffing after having to exert a burst of energy. She turned her head, wary of the person’s who cooking dinner, but lucky for her it was Hwa Ryun who was fixing together ingredients.

Hwa Ryun glanced subtly to see who had caused the noise, but seeming it was only Yiwha, she continued cooking as if Yiwha wasn’t there in the first place.

Grateful that Hwa Ryun didn’t make a big deal about it, Yiwha tied back her hair into a ponytail and took out an apron to wear. Although Hwa Ryun is more then half way done with the meal, Yiwha could use the distraction from getting clouded with thoughts about Androssi again.

“So, how’s the meal coming along” Yiwha asked, getting into position to respond to whatever Hwa Ryun needs. Yiwha doesn’t have the best cooking skill, but under strict guidance, she had slowly gotten better to the point she can help out someone who’s already better at cooking.

As though Hwa Ryun hadn’t heard what Yiwha said, she kept cooking the meal and finished any minor adjustments. She put the finished the finished meal into the oven and sat on the kitchen counter, taking her mittens off along the way.

“You seem troubled” Yiwha could feel Hwa Ryun’s one eye peering into her soul, and she flushed, revealing right away Hwa Ryun’s suspicions were true. She only need to take one look at her, and it’s like you can’t hide something from her.

Yiwha blushed. There’s no point hiding anyway. “Well, how should I put it....” Yiwha fumbled her fingers together to realigned herself. It’s not like she’s confessing to Androssi. It’s Hwa Ryun, the person who probably had kept a lot of dangerous secrets herself. “I-I have a crush on A-Androssi, and I can’t seem to rack up the nerve to tell her how I feel!” Yiwha took in a deep breath and released it. She did it. She actually declared her feelings for Androssi. Although her cheeks were flaring red now, like a piece of metal that was taken out from a furnace, and her hands felt sticky from all the sweat, it was a huge accomplishment for Yiwha to tell somebody else what she felt on the inside.

“Congratulations. I wasn’t expecting someone like you to fall for her, but it’s not for me to judge where people choose to walk on their paths” Hwa Ryun said, playing with one of the loose curls on her fringe.

“I wouldn’t say I chose to have feelings for Androssi” Yiwha gained her composure once more and sighed. “It’s sort of like a slow gradual build.” Yiwha said, leaning back against the kitchen counter as she closed her eyes. “I first noticed her courage and independence and wanted to be like her. But as soon as I got to a permanent position to be in her presence more, it’s like I notice more things about her.” Yiwha rambled, feeling the shudders come over her, but they were the good kind of shudders.

Images of Androssi flooded Yiwha, some were in the best light, remembering the first time they met as well as getting to see first hand of Androssi being the personal contribution to completing more then several floor tests. But as well, Yiwha saw her worse moments, like her meltdown after seeing Baam leave to rejoin FUG. It took the combined force of Khun and Wangnan, plus Hwa Ryun on the third day, to break Androssi out of her shell and back on her feet.

Despite that, seeing Androssi back on her feet, brought to light as to how the best and worst traits of her personality bought together visualized an image of Androssi gleefully smiling, a smile so beautiful, Yiwha would gladly burn the entire tower to ashes if it means preventing the forces of Zahard and maybe fate itself from wrecking that smile.

Yiwha opened her eyes to find Hwa Ryun leaping off the counter, and did a simple nod to Yiwha. “Then you know what path you must take. Oh, it would be convenient if you confessed your feelings before dinner is served. That way you don’t have to use any money for your first date.” Hwa Ryun said, then she checked the oven timer to check when the food is about done.

Yiwha blushed at the scenario, but steeled herself for a possible rejection. “Alright, I better go then. Thanks anyway, Hwa Ryun. I’m really glad you chose to stay with us” Yiwha said as she did a simple bow.

Hwa Ryun waved her off. “My god doesn’t need me anymore. My path now is to prepare the remainder of his friends so that they can be at his side for the king’s day of reckoning.”

Yiwha nodded in return, knowing the stakes involved. She bowed once more and left the kitchen, ready to either be happy for the rest of her life or be disappointed by the outcome.

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Yiwha stepped out of the kitchen and walked back to where she ran away from Androssi. She wasn’t there unfortunately. She thought about what likely place Androssi would be in, since it’s close to dinner, Androssi must’ve gone to have a light nap to recharge.

Yiwha walked to Androssi’s bedroom and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Androssi on the other side, rubbing her slightly tired eyes and stifling a yawn, she said “Is it dinner already?”

The butterflies were swirling around in Yiwha’s stomach, seeing the Androssi she admire not putting up a front like before was refreshing. It might even be a positive sign.

“Actually, I wanted to explain myself earlier. Do you mind if I step in, I wanted what I say to be more private” Yiwha said. It probably wasn’t the best move to ask Androssi of something before the confession, but she didn’t want anyone to accidentally overhear.

“Right…” The tired look in Androssi’s eyes went away, and became focused. She stepped back, letting Yiwha walked in. The bedroom looked simple as a bedroom would look. The more floors the team moves up, the more restrictive they’ll have to be with accommodations. Before long, they’ll have to live in the wilderness as they climb up the last 30 floors or so.

“Ahem!” Yiwha cleared her throat. She braced herself and willed herself to not run away like last time. “So, Androssi, I admire you, I feel empowered being beside your side, and it’s good that you are here with us?” Yiwha clumsy said, trying to reach to the thesis of what she’s about to say.

“Ok” Androssi raised an eyebrow, unsure of what to say.

“Recently, I felt something special. At first I thought it’s the same admiration other people had felt for you, strangers and dear friends alike.” Yiwha could feel the same sweat building up. She took a brief breath to regroup and continue. “But it’s something deeper. It’s how despite you being so strong, there’s a deeper side to you. The emotional side I would say…. And I would like to see it, and be close to you.” Yiwha said, coming close to what she wanted to say.

A mixture of emotions popped up on Androssi’s face, but before she could settle on one defining emotion, Yiwha went in for the killing blow. “Androssi, I love you and want to be your girlfriend!” Yiwha said, smiling with relief that she could finally confess her feelings to the person she loves.

Androssi’s mouth was agape for a few seconds then fully closed. It took for a few seconds for Androssi to fully comprehend what Yiwha just said. “I see. I had no idea, it’s kind of an honor. So this is what it’s like to receive a confession in person” Androssi chuckled, her cheeks turned a slight pink.

Yiwha was flushed by the sight of Androssi, but wanted to be absolutely certain whether her’s feelings were accepted or rejected. Androssi caught Yiwha’s expression and decides to explain herself.

“Romance wasn’t a strong trait of mine. Yes, I had a crush on Baam, but it was borderline obsessive and I didn’t have anyone bold enough to tell me that wasn’t the most appropriate behavior to engage in” Androssi said, rolling her eyes at having to admit to her past faults.

“I don’t regret my past feelings, I just didn’t act the way I could’ve. If I had been more assertive, then Baam would completely forget that bitch and be with me.” Androssi laughed again. “But anyway, that’s in the past now. To be honest, I am a bit of a selfish bitch myself, so how come of all the people who’s still climbs the tower, it has to be me. I get that I’m the most attractive, but surely you're not the type of girl who falls for people with a pretty face” Androssi winked, having fun with herself.

Yiwha smiled, clearly this is why she loved her. “I could come up with a million reasons, but honestly, the way you just acted is the most clear example I can point to. Sure, there are people like Baam I could had been interested in, but you just happen to be in the right place right time for me. So, whatever comes our way in the future, I want to be with you when that happens.” Yiwha said, again bracing herself.

Androssi licked her lips as she opened her mouths to show her fangs. “Heh… I didn’t know you could be so tempting. But I see how it is.” Androssi walked forward to capture Yiwha’s palms with her hands and bring it to Androssi’s chest level. “I honestly don’t have the same intense feelings as you do, but I’m willing to give you a trial and see what’ll come out of it.” Androssi said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Uh… Uh…” Yiwha was caught between hugging Androssi for relief, or crying because she achieved a scenario she thought would be impossible.

“Wow, seems like cat’s got your tongue. But don’t worry, I’m sure whatever date you have in mind, I promise to not have too much high expectations.” Androssi smiled, this time was an earnest smile. She reached forward and met Yiwha on the lips, signalling the start of something special that could only spiral from the reaction between two opposites.

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

Is anyone else actually very excited for the upcoming fiasc- I mean wedding? Literally years of watching them make fools of themselves to come. My problem with Kate was that to me she was always so dull, though I now see the virtue in this trait for a royal. However, Meghan is not dull. She’s gonna steamroll anybody and everybody and when she’s married, the press aren’t gonna be obliged to play nice anymore.

*raises hand*

I mean I’m torn because I respect the institution of the monarchy and I don’t enjoy it that they look like fools right now. There is that.

But, on the other hand, it is a joy to wake up every morning knowing that there will be some epic Harkle stupidity on my Google Alert. Back in November, I used to get nervous because there was always the chance that she would get it right. That niggling little fear is now completely gone. Pretty much every day is a train wreck of stupid--from the fug coats to the merched jewelry to the family/friend/colleague revelations to her pet correspondents crowing over their access to the desperate hugging to the sugar sites going “ah, yes, the coat doesn’t fit and the hair is hanging loose but this is the most elegant professional unhemmed-pants-and-messy-bun combo EVER, SLAY KWEEN!” It’s all hilarious. 

It’s only been five months and we’ve already got “Official Di Collection Diamonds,” “I didn’t know much about him,” poo emoji hat, mismatched virtue signaling earrings (heck, virtue signaling EVERYTHING), wearing PoW, Scottish and Irish colors on tour, Marks & Spencer sweater, Manolo Blahniks to play sports, unhemmed pants, dirty shoes, cross-stiching and felt lining, endless hugging and tentacle hands and boyfriend burping.... The list goes on and on.

[averywiseanimatedcat]

I was gif making and came across this and I died a little inside look how fugging happy he looks like 5 seconds before he gets wrecked by the discovery Chloe was put there for him someone stab me in the eyes so I don’t have to see my slightly charred sinamon roll devil bean sad again