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[A: 4 C: 83] - Future

[{Nostalgié}]

[{. . .It’s over. They’re all gone. You’re gone. For real this time. No time fuckery, no second chances. All gone, except you. Oblivion, ready to embrace them like an old friend. The black hole that consumes even light itself. The never-ending darkness even stars bow down to. . .}]

[{But now, it’s over. It’s done. And now, there is nothing.}]

[{All is silent once more, just to spite one man.}]

[{H a . . . . H a . . . . . .}]

[{You. . Didn’t think it would. . . Be. . So. . . .}]

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No. No, it can't be over. After all of this? No. You refuse to die, refuse to just bow your head and take it. And if you have to personally wrench control of your body from your dying brain, then so be it.

You reach around your heart, and can feel it thrum with power. You need to get your blood flowing. You focus your will onto the stuttering organ, and with a blinding flash, it's beating once again. Good. As long as you're focused, it should keep beating.

Keeping one limb on the heart, you pull another down to your diaphragm. A beating heart is no good without any air. In. And out. In. Out. You focus on your breathing, making your lungs keep pace with your heart. Good, heart and lungs working in tandem, thanks to your will.

With another limb, you reach further down. You'll need your metabolism back sooner rather than later; you need your liver. You focus on the filtering, feeling the blood pumping from your heart bringing air from your lungs, reviving the organ. Good, that's three major systems down, all in your grasp.

Your last limb crawls upwards, through your spine and up to your brain. This will all be for nothing if you fade away and lose control. You focus on the synapses, the blood from your heart carrying air from your lungs and sugars from your liver nursing your neurons back to action. Your neurons spark with activity as your body comes alive. Good, as long as you can keep this up, you'll survive.

Parting your lips, you mutter your mantra. Your prayer. Your lifeline.

Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.

[<Your eye bolts open, you reach for the stick next to you, grab it, and strike at the looming figure of Perci. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.>]

“BLOOD AND IRON-” [<He stumbles back, your vision is blurry. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.>]

“S-SAF!!!” [<Nille cheers, standing up.>] “W-what the crab?!?! You scared the HELL OUTTA ME!!!!”

[<No time to talk. Your enemy reaches a hand out to you, and you feel the creeping vines of that damnable plant encroaching on your mind once again. But you can’t lose focus, you can’t give up! Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. HEART. LUNGS. LIVER. NERVES.>]

[<Your talons rip into the remnants of the mint in your treetop, having long since infested the beaches below. A vine so impossible to weed out, but you can do it! Just enough so he can’t stop your heart! Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.>]

“H-How, are you-”(D . . IN. .G TH. . . A) [<The little weasel is walking towards you, trying to get control again! Quickly, you must find the source; SMELL the source! Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. You dive from the tree, wings spread, looking upon the sea of dune-grass- T-THERE!!!>]

[{A RABBIT?!? You charge at the invasive pest, watching it bolt down a rabbit hole hidden in the dunes!!! HA!!! You strike, destroying the whole dune! Oops~ Did you need that Perci- oh! Oh how silly of me, YOU CAN’T EVEN HEAR US NOW!!! HAHAHHA!!! How pathetic.}]

[<Now you just, need to focus on keeping your own heart beating and, fight!!! You swing the stick in a panic as he steps closer, but he must have grown used to reading your mind, as It bangs him on the side of the head and makes him stumble. You take the chance, and run past him, finding your pristine blade in a tree and claiming it.>]

“I-” [<He puts a hand to his temple then looks at it. Blood. He glares at you. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.>] “You, you ripped out my backdoor! Who by blood are you?!?”

“I-I’m Kyros!” [<You croak, voice clearly different than before. The name somehow comes effortlessly to mind. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.>] “C-can you be quiet, I’m, trying to not, die!”

“You are?!?” [<He pauses, studying you.>]

“What the hell is going on?!?!??” [<Nille brandishes her hammer, standing with Percival right between the two of you.>]

“Blood. . . Well, if I’m guessing correctly.” [{Percival grumbles, much like a child.}] “Some part of Siffrins brain split someone new, Kyros, specifically to deal with me! And I’m assuming Kyros is using mind craft to directly control their organs in order to keep them functioning.”

[<You bite your lip and nod. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.>]

“Incredible!” [<Perci turns to you, mouth bloody, but smiling.>] “Every day you all amaze me. It’s wonderful to meet you, Kyros, but how long can you keep this up.”

[<Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.>]

“As long as they want~” [{You say mockingly.}] “Unlike him, this little bird brained headmate of ours actually decided to amount to something! Even if it’s a useless little endeavor like keeping this meat sack alive.”

“And who are you!” [{He hisses, oh! How spicy~!}] “And who is him!”

“He doesn’t even know I’m talking to him! HAHA!!!” [{You giggle until it evolves into a maniacal cackle.}] “Nostalgié is its name, like the nostalgia of how this is so similar to how Percival and Siffrin met! That wonderful day in the rain, where he almost killed them!”

“I wouldn’t have!!!” [{He retorts in ignorance.}] “I needed the memories!!!”

“Oh but he would have.” [{You grin, a shadow once again casting over your face.}] “It’s in his nature! He could deny it, yes, but everyone heard what that shadow saw in him. His father, friends, teachers, even the UNIVERSE has bent its knees to make him the perfect killer!” [{You look deviously at Merlon with that last remark.}]

“Quiet!” [{Merlon snapps back.}] “Perci, let’s leave. We gain nothing more from fighting.”

“W-what?!? B-but all that work. . .” [<He shakes his head.>] “Ah, no, you’re right, sunk cost fallacy and all.”

“THAT’S what you’re crabbing worried about?!??!” [<Nille stomps her foot in frustration. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.>] “You NEARLY KILLED Siffrin and THAT’S what’s on your mind?!? Jackass?!?!?”

“I didn’t-”

“Oh what a fiend!” [{You cut him off.}] “Ha, HAH! For once the guide star was right! They should have left him and his trophy of a partner to get killed!!! HAH! That would have been heroic~”

“ENOUGH!!!” [<Merlon snaps. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.>] “I’ve had enough. We’re leaving now. Percival, your experiment. . ?”

“. . . Ah! I see.” [<He nods in seeming agreement>] “I think. . . Yes, it will work.”

“Good.” [{And with that, that cursed Astronomer nods and points a finger up to the sky. A blinding flash of light flies from their finger high, high into the sky. It’s so bright it’s blinding you! You can hear Perci running, and Nille gasping.}]

[<M-mint! MINT!!! You smell mint!!! You pull your cloak up over your nose! W-where, what’s going on?!?!>]

“N-no--” [<Nilles pained voice reaches your ears. Rub the light from the eyes rub it out out out Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.>] “Hh-help--”

“N-NILLE!!!” [(You choke out her name, she, f-find, FIND! HER!!!)]

“Sorry about this.” [{That SNAKE. You blink the light from your eyes, and looking up to where his voice is, he’s already got his pack on, and about to leave!!!}] “But I can’t have you following me, so. . .”

“W-what did you do?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!” [<You’re panicking, PANICKING!!! Your head bolts to the stars, that bright red light looming far above you. I-it’s almost like a marker???>]

“Malheur, under no circumstances kill Siffrin or his party, this I command upon you.” [<You could smell the stench of mint on his words b-but, but who is he, talking too?!?! He turns from looking behind to, to looking at you.>] “Your companions should see the light, I’m sure they’ll be here soon.”

“What do you MEAN!?!” [< Panic, PANIC!!! You turn to Nille who’s, w-who’s doubled over in pain?!?! You look back to Perci!>] “W-what did you DO!?!?!?”

“She’ll turn into a sadness soon.” [<He looks away.>] “But I’m sure you can fix it, you’ve done it twice before.”

“S-she, she-” [<You start, but a crack from Nilles direction cuts you off.>]

“Goodbye, Siffrin.” [<He turns, joins Merlons side, and walk away.>] “May we never meet again.”

“What a disgusting perpetual pupa!” [{Your eye is wide.}] “Look at him, an abhorance to all things he worships and admires! All rot at his touch, all his work to be forgotten! Only remembered as a beast who used his bondeds heart to temper his blade! Her blood staning his hand, her brain crushed underfoot!!! It’s a wonder he could pretend to love for so long~”

[{You see him wince, but he keeps walking! Ha, HA!!! He’ll have his day, you’ll make sure of it! HA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! OH YOU CAN TASTE THE METAL IN YOUR MOUTH ALREADY!!! You should chase him down and rip out his throat with your TEETH!!! OH HOHOHOHOOOO YOU SHOULD YOU SHOULD YOU SHOULD IT’LL BE SO! SO! SO USEFUL!!!}]

[<TURN. AROUND. HEART. LUNGS. LIVER. NERVERS. HEART. LUNGS. LIVER. NERVERS.>]

[{You spin on your heels to face that carpenter of yours and. . . . . . O-oh, oh my who is THIS~}]

[<HEART. LUNGS. LIVER. NERVERS!!! You stare at the beast in front of you, a shattered spherical head, a lightless cloak with giant fists to match. Those sharp talons it stood on, it reminded you of, something.>]

[{Oh what a beauty! What a delectably MURDEROUS sadness!!! Oh do we need to fight her?}]

[<OF COURSE!!! W-WE NEED TO THAT’S OUR FRIEND!!! F-FRIEND!!! You step back, and It takes a step forward, the infinitely sharp pointed legs cutting deep into the land itself. W-What do you do, S-STARS WHAT DO YOU DO!!!>]

[<It looms over you, and lets out a scream of clicks and laughter! It’s something that travels through your nerves and threatens your concentration. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.>]

[{You leap into the air far from the darling sadness and land with grace. Oh please just look how beautiful it is! Ah, fine~ If you REALLY want to save your friend then let’s focus on not dying like that idiot Saffron, yes~?}]

[<YES!! Please yes we must focus!!>]

[{Good! You raise your dagger and deflect the swipe from one of the legs, and dash underneath the beast. How do you propose we fix things then, hmm? Because last time I checked, this idiot body is about to collapse under its own weight!!}]

[<Y-you, you don't know!!! Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves- >]

[{You strike at the sadness with the dagger, but the worthless thing doesn’t even scratch it! HAH!!! Oh darling, what gets under your armor I wonder~}]

[<S-STOP! FLIRTING! You stumble back as a leg swipe catches you and sends you flying. You’re able to land safely, in the end only suffering light bruises Heart. Lungs. Liver-- >]

[{Harder please~}]

[<You stumble trying to get up, vision failing for a moment, feeling your heart flutter! Please! This is not! Easy!!!>]

[{HAH! What, getting embarrassed by me?!? Oh this is nothing! You worthless little bird, ignore me and keep our heart GOING!!!}]

[<J-just make sure we live! That thing will kill, and it’ll hurt! Just, focus!>]

[{I AM focusing you half-witted-}]

“SIFFRIN!!!!” [<The shriek pierces the woods around you.>]

[{Housemaiden?!? HOUSEMAIDEN?!?! How?!!? How is she here so FAST!!!}]

“SIF!!! SIF WE’RE HERE!!!”

[<The voice of the strong one! Defender! You want to look but you’re too focused on your heart and the sadness! You stumble through the snow, only to land in the arms of another.>]

“I Gotcha, Siffrin.” [<The voice of the trainee- n-no, the gambler! he’s holding you firmly, and looking up you could see her analysing you. They put a hand to your head..>] “Scared us half to death, idiot daredevil.”

[<You feel a tingle in your head, dizzy, too much, so much, so many! F-focus, focus focus focus heart lungs liver nerves heart lungs liver nerves heart lungs liver nerves heart lungs liver nerves. You finally feel your heart pumping under its own strength, and your vision returns in ernest. Isabeau and Mirabelle faced down the sadness, and Altiare held you in their arms. A-and, and where were Odile and-- >]

“‘FRIN!!!!!!!”

[<You snap your head around to see Madame and, a-and Bonnie just joining the rest of the group- AH!!!>] “D-DON’T KILL THE SADNESS!!!”

“AH!!!” [<Mirabelle jumps and turns to you.>] “W-why not?!? Where’s Nille!!!”

[<Your silent response was all she needed. Her expression drops.>]

“Oh great!” [<Altiare helps you stand and gets their cards ready.>] “I was just thinking we hadn’t gone through enough pain already!”

“Gems alive, Siffrin, what was so important that you drugged Isabeau.” [<Odile asks flatly.>] “You’re lucky he was giving you a much lighter dose than normal.”

“I-I- it’s-” [<N-nononono you can’t tell them right now!!! I-it wasn’t you it wasn’t, o-or, n-no!>]

“Not now!!!” [<Isabeau yells. Looking back to the fight, he was dodging the large sadness’ strikes.>] “I-I don’t care about the sleeping pills right now we gotta fix this! S-so, what happened?!?”

“N-nille- a-and the, t-t-the--” [<NONONONO CALM DOWN Y-YOU CAN’T, CAN’T-- AAAAAAA>]

‘F-frin. . ?” [<Bonnie, Bonnie’s walking to you, and, a-and, staring at you! And you can’t look at them! Y-you, you can’t, look, at, them!!!>] “I-is, is Nille, the, t-the--”

“YES!!! STARS DOES IT HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT!?!?” [{You snap, and instantly regret it? Huh! What a new and strange feeling! Anyway.}] “The blinding Monets did something to her and now she’s like THIS!!! Isn’t that WONDERFUL?!?”

[{There’s a silence in the air for a few seconds, doubtless at your outburst. You don’t care about what they think. Not even the child. Not even the child. Not even the child. Not. Even. The. Child.}]

“. . . . We’ll deal with it, ‘kay?.” [<You could see Bonnies expression change, and you could swear it was like their voice got a tone deeper.>] “You did something REALLY stupid so just, stay back, okay?!”

“I-I. . .” [<You hesitate, dizzy.>] “I-I, don’t know. . .”

“IT’S NOT A CHOICE!!! BLINDING CRABFACE!!!” [<They retort, taking out a hammer from their cloak.>] “So! Let! Us! HELP!!!”

“You should stay back too, Boniface.” [<Odile suggests.>]

“No!” [<Bonnie ignores her and steps forward to be next to the others.>]

“B-bonnie?!?” [<Mirabelle exclaims.>] “P-please! It’s, it’s not safe for a kid-”

“I KNOW IT’S NOT, OKAY!?!?!” [<They snap, voice echoing through the woods.>] “I KNOW I SHOULDN’T BE DOING THIS!!! I KNOW I SHOULDN’T NEED TO CRABBING WORRY ABOUT THIS AND JUST MAKE FOOD AND JUST DO KID STUFF!!! I MISS KID STUFF, OKAY?!? HAPPY?!?”

“‘S NOT FAIR THAT I HAD TO GO BE AN ADULT!!! ‘S NOT FAIR I HAD TO LEARN HOW TO FIGHT!!! ‘S NOT FAIR THAT I DIDN’T GET TO BE A KID ‘CAUSE NO-ONE LIKED ME ‘CAUSE I WAS THE WEIRD ONE WHO JUST WASHED UP ONE DAY!!! ‘S NOT FAIR!!!” [<You could feel the tears in their eyes.>] “BUT LIFE’S NOT CRABBIN FAIR!!! ‘M NOT A KID ANYMORE AND I MISS IT! SO LET ME BE A CRABBIN ADULT AND THEN WHEN WE GO HOME AND EVERYONES SAFE I CAN AT LEAST PRETEND TO BE A CRABBIN KID AGAIN!!!!!”

“. . .”

“. . . Boniface.” [<Odile is the first to speak up. Even the sadness had paused for the dramatics.>]

“. . . . What, O’dile.”

“I’m, proud of you.” [<The researcher steps up side by side with Bonnie, battle ready.>] “I don’t think I could have ever asked for a better member of the ‘opposite side of the age spectrum alliance.’”

“. . . . Really?” [<The not-kid asks, voice wavering.>]

“Really.” [<Odile chuckles.>] “I’ve never been more proud. Of anyone.”

“. . . . . CRAB YEAH!!!!!!!"

“Welcome to the frontline, lil�� moth!” [<Altiare chuckles, before dashing around the sadness, letting their cards fly.>] “Plan time! We can’t kill it, but maybe I can undo the mind craft!”

“M-maybe, b-but Perci did something to her!” [<You bite your lip as you watch them dance around the sadness attacks.>] “W-will it, still, work?!?”

“One way to find out. Isa!!!”

“I got it!!!”

[<Isabeau strikes the sadness legs, taking its attention and making it swipe at him. He’s able to block the blow, giving Altiare the chance to nimbly jump off its floating fist and touch its head. You wince at the stench of mint, and see Altiare grit her teeth in agony. She jumps back, and stumbles.>] “Fffff--”

“A-alt!!” [<Isabeau’s distracted by his friends pain, and that gives the thing time to strike at him next, making him stumble too.>] “C-crab, what happened?!?”

“No good, Perci you sneaky-” [<He grumbles and stands.>] “Mental traps. Too many to count. ”

“W-what if she has a charm we can break?!? Like the one he used on you???” [<Mirabelle smartly adds.>]

“I don’t think she has one.” [{The card counter glares at the sadness.}] “He’s still close enough to puppet her manually, so doesn't need a charm to extend range.”

[<The sadness charges at Isa and Alt, but Mirabelle casts her shield in time to block the devastating blow.>] “C-can you, break through?” [<Isabeau asks.>]

“He’s expecting it this time.” [<They’re shuffling their deck.>] “Last time Alex was able to because it was a surprise.”

“We either need to wait or get lucky.” [<Odile grumbles, casting her slowdown craft.>] “Once Nille’s out of his range then his grip should dissipate.”

“WE CAN’T WAIT THAT LONG!” [(Bonnie yells from the side.)] “Nilles in trouble! What am I supposed to do!!!”

“I-I, I don’t know, Bonbon!” [(Mira backs up, trying to calm them down.)] “I-it’ll, it’ll be okay it’s just, just, j-just--”

“CRAB THAT!!!” [(Bonnie pushes past Mirabelle to stand up to the looming sadness.)] “NILLE!!!!”

“B-BONNIE?!?”

“GET BACK, MOTH!!!”

“BONIFACE NO!!!”

“B-BONBON-!”

“SHUT UP!!!” [(They snap, before talking to the sadness again.)] “LISTEN HERE YOU BIG STUPID SADNESS!!! GIVE MY SISTER BACK, OR I’LL CLOBBER YOU!!! GOT IT!!!”

[(The sadness just roared, or even laughed. You watch in horror as a fist looms over Bonnie and-)]

[(Bonnie dodges to the side, and whacks it with a meat tenderiser, yelling.)] “I! SAID! GIVE! HER! BACK!!!”

[(The second fist came in, but Bonnie moved around it like water before stabbing its hand with a dagger, and jumping onto its cloak! W-wait- You reach for your own dagger to see its missing! Oh that sneaky little-)]

“YEAH! YOU GET EM BONNIE!!!” [(Isabeau cheers?!?!? [WE! WILL! WIN!!!])]

“. . . HA! YEAH LIL’ MOTH, GET EM!!!” [<Altiare joins in, sending cards at the sadness, pushing it off balance.>]

“W-WE’VE GOT YOUR BACK, BONBON!” [<Mirabelle runs in, casting her shield over Bonnie. W-wait, that, that rhythm. . .>]

“As the kids say, DITTO!” [<The word is VERY wrong in Odiles mouth but, it feels right!!! She uses [Craft Break Δ] And- Y-yes! There! You could feel it all around you! Sugar! STRONG sugar!!!>]

“. . . B-BONNIE!” [(You swallow your fear.)] “Y-you. . . YOU GOT THIS!!!”

[<Can’t you feel it? Hear it?!? Can’t you SMELL it?!? That song, that music, it’s, i-it’s familiar! It’s, IT’S!!!>]

[(Bonnie. Brave, loud, amazing, helpful Bonnie climbs up the sadness until their level with its head and single staring eyes.)] “S-SIS!!! SIS I, I’M GETTING YOU OUT!!! I’M-”

[(The sadness shakes its head, roars, and flings Bonnie from its body! Y--y-you, you-!!!)]

[<THAT. HOLY MELODY!!!>]

[(Everything was moving in slow motion, almost like when Null did his focusing thing. Craft energy was shimmering all around Bonnie. It cushioned their landing, and flowed up, under their feet, up, and into their pan. The sugary smell made you want to take Bonnie and run, made you want to beg the Universe to not harm that child.)]

[<But harm did not come! Instead, the energy gathered in the basin of the pan to calcify into. . . A piece of calamari? The teen looked down at the morsel of seafood, then tossed it into the air, reared their striking arm back, and ,as the snack flew up then down, they smacked it with all their might!>]

[<There was the sound of a thunderclap as the piece of calamari striked the sadness’ head. It shot back at the impact, and was still. . .You awaited for what happened next with baited breath, begging that this fight would be over before there can be any more pain.>]

[<The silence is killing you, yet it only lasts about eight seconds. Cracks start appearing all over the sadness, the sound of ice under tension piercing the air.>]

[<That’s when you notice the smell of mint. Or, the lack thereof.>]

[<The sadness shattered into eight clean pieces that quickly dissolves in the air, and a very unconscious Pétronille tumbled into the snow.>]

[. . . Bonnie learned STARDROP INKANTATION!!!]

[When Bonnie uses Stardrop Inkantation, a party member is healed to full HP, and is cured of the “controlled” condition.]

[{You watch as the others all rush to Nilles aid, not jealous at all. . . . . Oh fine you are a little jealous. Tch, fine. You stand and LIMP over to the others to see what’s going on.}]

[{Isabeau, Mirabelle, and Odile are all gathered around Nille, while Altiare stood a few feet away next to Bonnie. You couldn’t help but look up at them.}]

[{A gasp and a cough draws your eye back to Pétronille. She’s doubled over, coughing up. . . Water? Fascinating! After a good few minutes of hacking out her lungs, she takes a deep breath, and collapses back. Mira, Isa, and Odile talk in turn.}]

“N-nille!! A-are you alright?!? D-does anything hurt?!?”

“E-easy, take your time, alright? Do you need anything???”

“Let me check if she is in shock or has a concussion. Pétronille, how many fingers am I holding up?”

“. . . . .” [<Nille looks at them in a stunned silence, before finally talking.>] “. . . N-nothing hurts, three fingers and a thumb, and all I need is to throw myself into the sea.”

“. . . .” [<If she expected a laugh, there wasn’t one. Odile, at least, was able to say something.>] “Let’s. . . Shelve that idea.”

[<Nille looked down, silence closing in once again. Isabeau was able to help her sit up. You go stand next to Bonnie and Altiare. Alti gives you a nod and walks to Nille.>]

“Here, let me check.” [<She says in a tired tone, raising a hand. There weren’t any protests as she gently touched Nilles forehead. A few seconds later, they took the hand away and put their hands on their hips.>] “. . . Well guess I’m out of a job, since there’s not a hint of mind craft in there.”

“O-ohthankChange.” [<Mirabelle breathes a sigh of relief.>]

[<You flinch at the feeling of someone touching your hand, before looking, only to see it’s the teen. They were holding out a hand to you. . . . . You took it. They squeezed.>]

“O-ow-” [<You flinch.>]

“S-sorry.” [<They soften their grip.>] “. . . . .”

“. . . . Told her, about, your loops.” [<You can’t keep your voice together. You squeeze their hand for a second. They squeeze back. A silent agreement.>]

“Okay. . .” [<You see them take a deep breath, and squeeze your hand one more time before letting go and walking over to their sister.>]

[She must hear the crunch of snow as Bonnie approaches. She looks up, then back down. The others give each of the siblings space for. . . Whatever is about to happen.]

“. . . . .” [Nille takes a breath, and opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out. She pauses, then tries again.] “. . . . Y-you deserve a better sister-”

“Stop.” [The stern voice surprises you. It doesn’t feel right coming from Boniface. It's wavering, but strong, with eyes full of a fire to match.] “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

“B-but, I. . .” [Nille finally looks up into her younger siblings eyes, and she trails off.]

[And then, you see Bonnie undo the ties on their cloak, then, drape it over Nille.]

"That’s my sis you’re talking about, dummy.” [They bonk Nille on the head.] “. . . Y-you- you’re, my sister. A-and I love you, b-but. . . But, you killed Siffrin.”

[You could barely hear Nilles sharp inhale.]

“A-and, and that REALLY CRABBING HURT!!!” [Bonnie’s, crying. And bonking Nille on the head again and again.] “I wanna hate you!!! I want to so badly but I DON’T! OKAY!?!?!”

She doesn’t respond.

“It hurt Sif, it hurt Mira, Iza, ‘Dile, and Ramos!! It hurt you, a-and, and it hurt me!!! I-I, I died! okay?!? The King killed me! A-and I got myself killed by stupid blinding sadness! And it REALLY, REALLY HURT!!!” They grip Nilles' shoulders. “B-but, But you're my big sis, okay?!? I-I was worried, and, a-and I thought maybe we wouldn't see you again, or you'd die, or, o-or. . .”

“. . . .” [Nille’s crying, looking right up at Bonnie as they’re crying right back.] “. . . I-I’m, sorry. . .”

“Sure.” Bonnie sniffs. “Just, sure. Now apologize to Siffrin.”

“. . . I-I’m, sorry Siffrin.” She says after turning to you, her face is a mess. “A-and, I’m sorry, everyone.”

“. . .” You gulp, and nod your head. “I-I. . . Y-you’re, okay. . .”

“. . . I-I’ll, I’ll be angry about it later! I’m just glad you’re okay!”

“Yeah, it sucked, and we’re gonna have a talk eventually, but, yeah.”

“If I were in your shoes, Pétronille, I might have done the same. I understand.”

“. . . Eh, I’d be a hypocrite if I got on your case about it. Welcome to the “got turned into a sadness” club.”

“Look at me.” Bonnie shakes Nilles shoulders to get her attention back, and looks her in the eyes. “. . . You’re my sister, and you’re gonna screw up, but, b-but you’re family, okay?”

“B-bonnie. . .” They’re both starting to cry again.

“A-and, and I love you and if anything happened to you I, I’d never forgive myself!!!” They’re sobbing. “S-so, so just don’t do that again! You CRAB!!!”

“I-I won’t, Bonbon!” She’s sobbing. “I, I-I promise! I super promise! I super, duper promise!!!”

They hug, crying really hard into each other's arms. A moment later Mirabelle, Isabeau, and yourself join in the group hug. It’s. . . Nice. R-really, really nice.

Eventually you all pull back, giving the siblings a bit more space. They’re still sobbing, but, better. . .

“. . . B-bonnie. . .” Nille tilts her head. “. . . Is, is your voice deeper?”

“HUH?!?” [They jumped up.] “W-WHATDYAMEAN?!?”

“Huh. Now that you mention it, yeah!” Isabeau agrees.

“N-NUH UH!!!”

“O-oh! Yes! And I think they’re taller, too!!!” Mirabelle says, sparkly eyed.

“NUH UH!!!!”

“Ha, here comes the growth spurt.” Odile chuckles.

“N-NUUH’ Uh-!!!”

“Oh your voice deffinatly cracked on that one.” Altair laughs. “I’m sorry Bonnie. . . It’s puberty. . .”

“NO!!!!!!!!”

“Puberty. . .”

“NO!!!!!!!”

“Puberty! Oh congratulations Bonbon!!!”

“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!”

Everyone was laughing, and, at this moment, you couldn’t help but laugh along with them.

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nightmarebonanza · 20 days ago

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I've been thinking about Ivy coming back as a shadowknight and wanting to change how she looks, both for a reset and to be able to walk around less recognizeably around places?

do think it'd be something that takes her a while to even want to do, because clinging to her old life is the only thing she can do in a way that makes her feel like shes clinging onto her own humanity. But then just decides she's done holding onto a corpse.

(Little does she know this is her first step to humanity in a very very long time. to give herself another chance out there?)

this might've potentially also just been an excuse to draw short haired ivy I just thought she'd look so cute (i know she'd probably have red eyes but i cant let go of her mint look. let my minty pony vibes stay please. shes just got scary red pupils. its fine it came free with her revived mean lesbian genes)

i like the idea of the main cast possibly even like- walkin around the towns completely unaware shes RIGHT THERE. kinda like a background jumpscare LOL

wanted to add this bc ivy and kately are both so intelligent but also so stupid

#my art #mcd #the idea tho of one of them maybe not recognizing her but fucking getting nervous bc jesus that dykes vibe are HORRIBLE chat can we leave #maybe lio just for the fuck of it thatd be hilarious to me #liochant sweating bullets like um can we leave please #and theyre all like ??? bc theyre not spotting her but he can and does #hes just that lesbian is giving hostility and idk why #long post

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to-the-stars8 · 1 year ago

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Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters AO3

Chapter 10

Jason decided that he would ignore Dick’s texts and calls until he could find the right words to tell his brother about you. Though, with every ding of his phone he dreaded that it would be Dick again attempting to pry into his life. That’s all he did, was try and break down every wall Jason had put up. It’s what made him so angry. He had his guard up for a reason, and he didn’t want to be forced into taking it down. It was one of the many, many reasons he chose to keep Dick, and by extension his family, at arm's length.

Jason wanted to take control of his life—To live it the way he wanted without the rules or regulations that younger him and Robin were put under.

When Dick called for a fourth time the morning of your date, Jay put his phone on silent and hoped you didn’t notice his frustration. If you did, you didn’t say anything which he much appreciated.

Your hands kept brushing as the two of you walked to the park, and Jason could have sworn you tried to reach for him at one point. The thought made him suck in his nervousness and finally ask if he could hold your hand. In the back of his mind, he was thinking that it was such a stupid time to ask because, usually, holding hands was for when you were walking. The two of you were sitting in the park amphitheater waiting for the play to start. Just as he was going to rescind the offer, you grinned and took his hand.

“Goodness,” you said immediately. “Your hand is so cold!”

“Sorry,” He sheepishly said.

You shook your head. “Don’t apologize! Give me your other hand, it’s too cool out here for your hands to be this cold already.”

Jason did as you asked and let you have his other hand. You rubbed your warm palms against him, trying to give him as much heat as possible. He could recall doing the same thing to you in high school. He’d take your hands and subconsciously rub them against his, not trying to warm them up really, just to feel you. Jason wondered if you remembered him doing this to you and if you were having the same flashback he was right then.

When you looked up, there was something behind your eyes—nostalgia maybe? You looked like you were going to say something else before the standard announcements for theater etiquette started.

If you had a thought to say, you abandoned it and decided to lean against your him. Jason sat there less focused on the play and more trying to decide if he could handle such closeness. When he decided that it was something he could take, he fully delved into cutesy touches. They were small, but just enough to get his heart racing.

He took his hand from yours eventually so he could stretch his arm behind you. Catching your eye, Jason could practically see the happiness in them and it made his own heart flutter in excitement. You were close enough that he could smell your shampoo and perfume. Fuck, you smelled amazing.

“What do you think of the play so far,” You asked, breath smelling like mint.

Jason stumbled over his words at first before managing out, “I like it.”

Giggling, you nodded before turning back to face the stage. He wanted to say more; to come off smart instead of a bumbling idiot, but the moment had already passed. Jason felt so stupid because he was a literary lover, and all he could come up with was, “I like it”? He had absolutely disappointed himself.

The feeling didn’t last long, fortunately, because you put your hand on his upper thigh. Whether or not you did it subconsciously, Jason didn’t care. It felt good to have you touch him because it was like Jay knew it was only for him. You wouldn’t touch anyone else like that, only him. At the very least, that’s what he told himself.

Quietly, you said to him, “After this, do you want to go to my apartment to watch the movie? I hear it’s pretty good.”

“Kind of defeats the purpose of watching it here, then, huh?”

“I don’t think that really matters,” You said, turning to look at him. “It’s not what you watch, it’s who you watch it with.”

You smiled and so did Jason. The two of you knew what you said was a load of shit. It was just an excuse to extend the date a bit longer, and he couldn’t find it in him to say no. Glancing down at your lips before meeting your eyes again, he said, “Sure. I’d like that.”

Nodding, you looked back at the stage and Jason could see you trying to fight off a grin. It made the butterflies in his stomach flutter. Looking down at where your head was, he felt proud of himself for doing this. It felt good. And, it was the first thing to feel genuine, unforced good in a long while.

If the play was the worst to ever be, Jason didn’t notice in the least bit since he was too focused on you. Everything you did, he noticed. From the way you would occasionally look back at him to see if he was having a good time, to how you played with the rings on your fingers. Then, when the play ended, he noted the way you sucked in a deep breath before asking if he was ready to go back to your place.

Jason nodded, getting up with you and taking your held-out hand. It was a perfect start for the rest of the date. Maybe, if he managed to muster up enough courage, there would be a kiss to top it all off.

It would have been perfect, too, if, when Jason looked up, he didn’t see Dick walking toward the two of you.

His chest suddenly felt tight and like he could hardly breathe. Inconspicuously, he tried to pull you into a different direction, but you were intent on going forward. It was the quickest way back to your apartment, you said, and it already looked like some rain was coming in. Reluctantly, Jason decided to go forward and ignore his brother—Praying that he wouldn’t ruin anything. As Dick got closer Jason’s anxiety was thumping in his chest. All of this was about to fall apart, he thought, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Suddenly, Dick was calling your name and Jason felt like he was going to throw up.

You looked confused at first, not recognizing his brother before the gap between you started to close in. Finally, recognition flashed across your face.

“Dickie!” You said. When Dick embraced you, he looked right at Jason with the most smug, irritating look ever to be seen. Oh, Jay realized that man knew exactly what he was doing.

And, oddly enough, it kind of soothed him. Dick was smart, manipulative even, and Jason could predict him a lot easier that way.

“It’s been so long, how are you?”

You grinned. “I’ve been good! It’s been years and you haven’t changed a single bit.”

Dick seemed a bit flustered but appreciated the brush to his ego. “Words I will always appreciate given my age.”

You laughed before turning to see Jason standing there in complete horror. You must have interpreted that as he was feeling left out and urged him to step forward. “This is my date, Jason. Jason, this is Dick—he’s an old friend.”

The smile on Dick’s face could hardly be kept back as he extended his hand toward Jason. The younger brother, who sometimes absolutely loathed his older brother, stiffly shook his hand. Oh, Richard John Grayson was, without a doubt, loving this entire interaction.

It made Jason wish he had answered the calls and texts.

“Nice to meet you, Jason,” Dick said, still grinning.

You must have noticed something off because all of a sudden you were excusing the two of you. “We have to get going, Dickie, but it was great seeing you!”

“We have to get coffee sometime!” He said.

You smiled and nodded, but, as soon as you were quite a distance away, you turned to Jason to say, “That was weird, right? He seemed so normal at the beginning of the conversation but at the end? Totally weird.”

“Yeah,” Jason said, trying to laugh it off. He couldn’t shake the anxiety etched into his skin now. Everything felt like it would fall apart just then, but he was coming down from the fear high now that it was fine. Swallowing, Jason started to excuse himself, “I need to get going, sweetheart.”

When you turned to him the smile on your face had vanished and you stopped walking. “What? Why? Did I do something?”

“No!” Jason was quick to say.

“Then why leave?” You said. “You’re not thinking that I’m inviting you back to my place for sex, are you?”

“Huh,” He said, speechless. You talked about sex like it was something so natural. When he couldn’t get the words off his tongue, you sighed.

“Jason, you really have to go?” You stepped closer to him, rubbing your thumb over his scarred knuckles, and looked up at him with those pretty eyes. His heart felt so weak against you.

“I…I don’t know,” He said. The lie felt bitter on his tongue. You nodded, squeezing his hand before letting it go. He was quick to find your hand again and it seemed to surprise the both of you. Jason looked over his shoulder and saw Dick not so far away pretending to look interested in a newspaper stand. Turning back to you, he shook his head. “Actually, I…”

The anxiety was crawling back up his throat, and you seemed to sense that. You gave his hand another squeeze and smiled at him. “Come home with me, Jason. We’ll have some lunch. You can leave at any time and it’ll be casual.”

He nodded, mustering a smile. “That sounds nice. Thank you.”

You tugged Jason along, and he followed. He gave Dick one last glance before making a list to do two things once he got back home:

Beat the shit out of Roy.

And finally, talk to his brother.

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audreyscribes · 1 year ago

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Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:💀 PERSEPHONE: QUEEN OF THE UNDERWORLD, GODDESS OF SPRING, THE DEAD, THE UNDERWORLD, GRAIN, AND NATURE 💐 (PART 2)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is PART 2 of the Persephone Demigod Headcanons. Due to the size limit of Tumblr, I had to split the entire work into two. [LINK TO PART 1 HERE] Hi everyone! It took me a bit to figure it out but here's what everyone has been waiting for! Persephone is just 1 out of the 4 works I have planned and written for, and these works will be categorized as the MISCELLANEOUS GODS due to not the fact these gods are minor or anything, but because I did mention this in an ask before and it's easier to think about due to the canon PJO worldbuilding. These works will be a bit more loose since I'm taking a shot in the wild so hopefully you guys like it. Thanks for reading!!

You can summon the dead as much as the children of Hades, but there’s a keypoint where you can reanimate, revive the dead under some certain circumstances: like bringing back life to dead flowers by imparting your own power, but they're still destined to die because that is the cycle of nature after all. With living beings, it’s much more different the more complex and messier it gets. Animals are sort of allowed, but human beings? That’s a big no-no. It is the quickest and most instantaneous way to make Hades incinerate you on the spot, or make the earth swallow you beneath your feet. He already did that to Aslepius, who was so good at medicine he could revive the dead. You may be Persephone’s child and Hades’ may be lenient with you, but you’re still bound to the sacred mortal laws like everything. Even if you can’t revive (human) life, don’t even think of trying.

Don’t be surprised if you are more in tune and affected by seasonal changes. Given how Persephone is connected with the changing of seasons, you have Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Summer aspects. What each season means to you will depend on from when you were born and furthering back from it. The children of Hecate are a good support group for this and normalise it.

You can’t be gluten free or allergic to pollen. If you were, you aren’t now once you’re claimed. Not under Persephone’s (and Demeter’s) watch. It’ll literally go against everything that is them. You’ll also have a great love of mint, particularly munching on mint leaves. You don’t know why until you learn about the story of Minthe; a nymph that Hades pursued before Persephone faced her wrath.

Between Demeter and Persephone,, you’re going to eat so much grains; particularly whole wheat. Even if you’re not a big fan of it, you’re conditioned to eat it and tolerate it. If you don’t eat whole wheat or whole grains every so often, you’ll feel something is missing from your diet and you’ll be craving it bitterly.

I think being a child of Persephone makes you an exception to seeing your godly parent due to some loophole. You’re kind of obligated to go visit Persephone for the Winter and Spring equinox; in Winter, you’ll also have to meet Hades. On the plus side, the Winter visits allows you and Hades to get to know one another and minimizes any animosity the Lord of the Underworld may have towards you. You’ll also get to know Nico, Hazel, and possibly any other children of Hades/Pluto along the way with the Winter Equinox visits.

Surprisingly, Mr. D gives some sympathy and help coming to terms with the whole unusual birth thing. Anytime you have a panic or existential crisis, Mr. D is there waiting with a can of diet coke waiting for you. Chiron may also be there for those sessions if so required.

Cabin wise at Camp Half-Blood will have to erect a Persephone cabin/temple now you’re here. In the early beginning, you’re going between the Demeter cabin or the Hades cabin until they build a cabin. The reason it’s taking so long because with Persephone, it is also prompting a possible Amphitrite cabin also along the way just to be fair because Hera has her already, then there’s Persephone, and then that also leaves the last of the Big Three’s Wives: Amphitrite. It’s less on the building part that is the problem, but the future ramifications that everyone is debating and preparing for; a storm that has yet to come.

If there’s a Child of Hera when you’ve arrived and been claimed or during your time at camp, you’re both automatically sticking with each other in solidarity based on the whole impossible child scenario, and children of Queens. You’re also both talking with each other and being discussed with is there going to be a chance of a demigod child of Amphitrite in the future. (though very unlikely at the moment due to the fact she is Nereids, and there hasn’t been any evidence that she has any interest in mortal men*)

You’re guided to Camp Halfblood and chaperoned by your step sibling and son of Hades, Nico di Angelo. You have had 3 to 6 months to get to know him, and him knowing, coming to terms, and being quickly forced to acclimate to your existence. With a favour from Hades and a gently enforced command by Persephone, he was to accompany you to Camp Halfblood. It was less because of the threat of monsters, with the company you’re keeping, but more so as “emotional and physical support”. Seeing as you couldn’t be accompanied by the Lampades, the nymphs of the Underworld, Nico was the best next option (read: Nico is being told to accompany you in a political move to solidify your position and enforce your presence).

When you get claimed, you come on the cusp of Winter and Spring. The bare naked trees that are covered with snow disappear as yellow-green bright leaves begin to take over the branches with flower buds blossoming. The snow melts away into water, seeping into the earth below you, with fuzzy grass peeking out. It carpets underneath you with flowers sprouting underneath you, the first flowers of spring of Crocus, Snowdrops, Daffodils, with the appearance of butterflies and robins fluttering around you.

Two birds drop down to put a crown of thorns, twisting around to resemble a deer’s horns, setting upon your head, menacing as the winter light casts a menacing shadow, before the claim of Persephone of the Pomegranate appears, glowing brightly. The crown begins to sprout flowers along with the bare trees and plantations into your favourite flowers.

Everyone looks at you in changing confusion, fear, awe, and then disbelief and realisation. You see some people’s eyes, their auras distinct as they look at Nico for answers who sighs before steps forward and clear his throat, his scratchy throat sounding like bare branches rubbing against each other yet loud like a tree falling in a quiet forest. “I, Nico di Angelo, Son of Hades, present the child of Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, Goddess of the Dead, Grains, Spring, and Nature. Hail (F/n) (L/n), their eminence of the seasons.”

Silence takes over like the winter wind before everyone screams with uproar, with minor voices yelling “NOT AGAIN”.

[PART 1 TO PERSEPHONE DEMIGOD HEADCANONS HERE]

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melodramaticwolf-art · 2 months ago

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Gravity Falls AUs and WIPS

I have tons of little ideas, drafts, and semi-written stuff lying around. And I thought I'd share some of them to drum up some interest, give myself some motivation, and just.. share these ideas. I want to share them all sooo bad, but they're not written.. yet.

AU ideas and synopsis under the cut! Gladly taking any name suggestions, since some are un-named LOL. Some of these fic ideas may sound familiar, and its because some GF fics out there have the same idea. These ideas are totally inspired by them! I just need to find their title and authors.

West of the Falls: Stan is deemed an outlaw to be killed on sight after he accidentally ruins his brother's chance to become a renown priest, after their father. He returns for his revenge, and his brother. (Inspired by "Hell's Coming With Me" by Poor Man's Poison.)

idk wtf to name this one: While fulfilling their lifelong dream, the Stan bros find themselves in a situation, where Stan becomes deaged. Now Ford must find a way to revert Stan back to his proper age, as well as navigating and sailing by himself, and navigating temporary parenthood. (Timestuck AU type shenanigans. Dad!Ford flavored. I'll gladly take any name ideas LOL)

Idk what to name this one either: Classic Stan bros adventures gone wrong! A shadow from Stan's past has come for them both, and they will have to use every trick in the book they know to escape alive. They might not make it out in one piece, however...

No fucking name mcgee: General fic where the Old Men are learning to be brothers again through various adventures and shit that happens to them. Rebuilding their bond, and learning to heal through their experiences. (Will include lots of hurt/comfort, stangst, and of course, platonic affection, caretaking, and platonic cuddling. Gotta have that in there.)

A divergence of the kid-Stan AU: Ford finds himself the last place he ever wanted to be again: Stranded in the multiverse. However, this time, there's a lot more at stake. Can he outwit and escape not only the multiverse, but the bounty hunters hot on his trail? Not to mention, keeping him, and his newly minted Little brother out alive.

One Big Happy Family: Dipper and Mabel's parents are falling apart at the seams, leaving both kids to fend for themselves as they're abandoned after the divorce. Thankfully, they have another family that will take them in, lead by two great uncles, a hairless gopher man, an ex-insane mechanic, and a lumberjack teenager.

You must never break the chain: Ford assumes the worst of Stanley when he returns. Really, what man with any self-respect wears a gaudy fake gold chain everywhere? However, Ford soon realizes that there's more to it than he'd thought.

Never written comfortober prompt of "Treasure": Stan is all too happy to let the kids go gallivanting with Ford in the woods. What he never expected was to be left with Dipper for the day, the two finding their own special treasure

I'm Back In The Fucking Building AGAIN: (Title pending) The Stan bros become stranded in the multiverse while sailing. This time, they're together. Attempting to find their way back home, they encounter a familiar face... (OR, Sea Grunkles enter the multiverse, and come across a Ford that hasn't made it home yet. Interesting conflict between a Ford that still misses his Stanley, but uses his anger as a shield, and a Sea Grunk Ford that's hugely protective of Stan. What could go wrong?)

Evil Ford AU Or Doomsday AU(Title pending.): A divergence of the usual Sea grunks adventures. A Ford has come across literal time and space just to hunt down 46'- Stanley. His main goal is unknown, but it ends up with Stanley's death. Unless 46'- Ford can prevent it.

Cipher revival cult: Ford's brother has gone missing, and Ford is set upon a warpath of rage, revenge, and protection. Stan is simply trying to stay alive, while preventing his very blood from falling into the wrong hands. OR: (A cult of people need Stan's blood as a sacrifice to revive Bill.)

kind of a/b/o or feral AU: where Ford is a dad he somehow gains access to a dimension where Stan was an only child and he was being horribly neglected and abused, so Ford just adopts him this would fix the possible timeline issue if I ever write Stan reuniting with that Ford. OR: (PLATONIC A/B/O Dad!Ford with his newly adopted pup, Stanley.)

Till I'm Naught But Skull and Bone: Stan disappeared after the entire science fair fiasco. Not that Ford cares! But when Ford ends up stranded in the ocean at the mercy of a pirate ship, he never expected to see a familiar face heading the crew. OR: (Ford goes on as canon, but the portal incident doesn't happen. Instead, he ends up on his brother's pirate ship, both learning to live together again. Inspired by "Skull and Bones" by Home Free)

#mdwfic #mdwwrites #gravity falls #gravity falls au #West of the falls au #platonic a/b/o #my writing #stanley pines #stanford pines #sea grunkles #platonic stan twins #platonic abo #dad ford #dad ford au #dad ford pines

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unitedbydevils · 1 month ago

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Summer Signings

I've listed who I'm selling. Now for who I'm signing if I'm United.

As I said in the last blog post, I'll list it as:

Who will we get

Who should we get, and

Who could we get

Who will we get

Two players: Matheus Cunha and Liam Delap.

United are crying out for a dazzling, technical 10 and a striker who actually plays as the centre-forward and can score. These two tick those boxes. I'm not saying they're Champions League winning quality, but they're better than what we've got and they do improve us. They would have made the difference vs Spurs in the EL final...

Who should we get

One name stands out as the prime target - Viktor Gyokeres. He's good, he proved he was up to the physicality in the Championship, and he's gone from strength to strength at Sporting. He suits Amorim football to a tee, but he is Champions League quality. Will he waste a year or more away from it gambling on us to qualify? I doubt it.

Beyond that, I still really think we're weak at the 10 even with Cunha in. I'd be looking at Bryan Mbeumo from Brentford. I think he's more of the scorer we need than Cunha is, though we want his technical skill and his shithouse temperament. Those two behind Delap would be fire & ice, and I like that. I see Mbeumo as the next Sane in terms of development.

Who could we get

None of the names above are surprising. This section is where we get fun and start listing potentials:

Victor Osimhen - A world-class striking talent. You'd be silly not to want him, but it'd be a bold move from him to come to our shit show. That said, we are a step up in stature from Galatasaray...

Jean-Philippe Mateta - This one might seem odd, given Palace won the FA Cup and are now into the Europa League and we're not in Europe at all, but playing well for Palace hasn't earned Mateta a regular France spot. Playing for United, and well, would, and he'd have plenty of game time.

Tyler Dibling - A good young prospect who can play RWB and as the right 10. I like the idea of him and Amad rotating in games, and maybe he's affordable from Southampton, but they were talking big money and we're not going to fuck around overpaying.

Denzel Dumfries - A proper RWB. Mazraoui isn't one, and Dalot is average. Amad has been our best pick but it seems Ruben wants him in the right 10 more.

Emi Martinez - Villa are letting him go and he's better than Onana. If he's available on a good deal... why not.

Zion Suzuki - The young Japanese keeper is currently at Parma and doing well. He'd like a United move, but he said before he'll only go places as their no1. It might be a few years too soon, but who knows.

Rayan Cherki - I really like him. Great with both feet, can hang wide or cut in, offers goal threat, composure on the ball, willing to receive... if he's available I'd get him with a quickness.

Adam Wharton - The next Ruben Neves. We need a midfielder to sit, in a pair, and dictate games. Someone to pull the strings reliably, ala Carrick. Wharton does that, and given his overlook from Tuchel for the England squad... reviving United could be the way he earns the manager's respect.

Ruben Neves - The OG Ruben Neves lmao. He's everything Adam Wharton offers and more. He has experience to boot, and is a tried and tested leader. He'd be someone reliable and dependable in our squad and our dressing room, and that leadership and standard setting is exactly what we need.

Jonathan David - Available on a free from Lyon. Why not. He's quick, similar profile of forward to Gyokeres... can't be worse than Hojlund.

Angel Gomes - Another free from Lyon and a former United academy player. While he's a bit small, he's very good on the ball and under pressure. He has that close quarters technique we see in Mainoo, but he's more at home sat further back in CM.

Francisco Trincão - A good RW from Sporting. We can't have Quenda because Chelsea got in first, so who else can we rob that Amorim trusts?

Franco Mastantuono - The kid's mint. If he goes anywhere but Barca/Real I'll be surprised, but Yoro came to us. We could offer a similar stepping stone for him on his rise to stardom...

Éderson - Atalanta's CM has been linked to us repeatedly. He's good, but he's quite similar to Ugarte. He offers a bit more passing range and box-to-box profile, but I feel he'd be rotating WITH Ugarte, and that we'd still need a playmaker CM alongside.

A lot of potentials and prospects there. I still feel there are probably more goalkeeping options we haven't considered though.

Here's hoping for a busy old summer. I want a lot of people fucked off out of our club - and ideally shot into the sun - and a lot of fresh blood, eager to battle and win, brought in. UTFR.

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ask-illumina · 10 months ago

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Sillies, IM COMING BACK!

I know I said I'd be leaving this fandom but since Coil is coming out I am REVIVED to this community! Illumina and Firebrand @yourlocalfierygrandpa can now answer asks! I may be busy as I have school and 25-40 asks in 2 non-phighting parody blogs I have to answer (yalls need to calm down /nsrs /silly)

Oh, and if ya want, Mint @illusinsanemessenger can come back too! Sadly no events or M!As will be in action as of coming back, but I shall be happy to receive asks!

#phighting!#phighting illumina #phighting parody #ooc #phighting

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anxiousmalktea · 5 months ago

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Hiya! Once again, I have some art to share! This is an older piece, spurred on by my favorite content creators; this is a complete redesign of a very old Genshin Oc of mine.

Originally, this character was poorly designed ( I don’t even want to show anyone what her old design was because it was so badly executed) and her influences weren’t very noticeable. And while I never do go for the more ‘obvious’ route for character design, her og form was just… bad… There truly is no other word for it.

Now here on YOUR cellular device is… dun dun dun- Soraia! She’s the current form of my oldest Genshin Oc, who’s a wandering Apothecary (or is she…?)

In her original story, she was a friend to Albedo (because of her involvement with the herbs of Mondstadt) and Sucrose. Was mildly involved in the KOF, and generally didn’t have much going on with her. She was (and still is) inspired by and themed around the Romani people. In her OG backstory, she was born in Fontaine (pre-Fontaine release!) and grew up in Liyue, before gaining her Vision and being ostracized by her family. Which lands her in the outskirts of Mondstadt, doing her job silently as the days drone on.

In her NEW storyline, she’s the adopted daughter of Pantalone. Having kept most of her original backstory, being born in Fontaine, growing up in Liyue, I changed the circumstances of her being kicked from her family. As she is an Apothecary- it’s her families trade after all- she is deeply sympathetic to all living things. And so, one day, she created a field of In-Teyvats by trying to revive a Glaze Lilly with a Hydro gem. And because this was tapping into the archaic knowledge of Khaenrian alchemy, she gained herself a Vision. After this, she was seen as a threat by her family for having drawn the attention of the Gods. And was thusly dropped off without any aid in the streets of Liyue.

Now this is where her new personality shone through; she’s a wonderful swindler. All her childhood she was able to get more bang for her buck through means only she knew. If she was sent out to collect herbs, she would return with the herbs and a full dinner in tow. If she was sent into a dangerous spot in town, she would come back safely escorted with tokens of goodwill. And so, left with no other means to provide for herself, she began swindling the people of Liyue. Draining the pockets of customers that would have- and should have- gone to the Northland Bank. Pantalone, in his attempts to find out why this is happening, finds Soraia. And is swiftly drawn in by her charm, and so too is swindled of a few Mora.

Impressed, and mildly insulted, he decides to take her under his wing. Intending to make her the next holder of his title, and basically adopting her into his ranks. Raising her to be as business-savvy as he was, proving her worth in more ways then one over the years of her growth.

Which leads to present-day Soraia, or, the version depicted here. At the behest of Pantalone, she is sent to Mondstadt to simply ‘relax’. As she has been working tirelessly since Childes little escapades in Liyue. And Pantalone, with his newly acquired fatherly senses, knows that Childe is gaining feelings for her. And DESPISING such an outcome, sends her as far away from the little brat as he physically can.

This is how Soraia meets her intended love interests (or, just making my favorite OC kiss my two favorite characters). Obviously, since she is still an Apothecary, she befriends Albedo easily. In fact, that’s how she gains footing in Mondstadt, as she quickly draws his attention with her masterful working of the living plants of Teyvat. And, with her working so tightly with him, her concoctions drew the attention of Diluc. Who didn’t willingly approach her, but when she offered a years supply of a wonderfully aged batch of mint, he easily slipped into her circle of friends.

I’ll stop my yapping there, as I actually have the fanfic I wrote for this love triangle on my AO3. It’s under the name @MalkTea and is titled; The Two Idiots That Loved Her, And The Different Ways They Confessed.

It’s a sort of self-indulgent fanfic along with a character study that I’m very proud of. I think I characterized both Albedo and Diluc falling in love as best as I could (Obviously with the knowledge that romancing them both is a pipe dream). Please do give it a read! I promise I deliver!

#genshin impact #genshin oc #oc #oc art #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #albedo #diluc ragnvindr #clip studio art #digital art #drawing #writing #drabble #apothecary #unrealistic #fantasy #just a little self insert fanfic #as a treat #just for me

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password-door-lock · 2 years ago

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Mystictober Day 31-- Halloween/Free

Once it arrives, it takes you roughly half an hour to set up the cotton candy machine. As soon as you turn it on and begin re-learning how to make cotton candy (as opposed to the gritty pile of burnt sugar that results from your first attempt to use the machine), the smell seems to summon both twins from their respective bedrooms; within minutes, they have joined you in the kitchen.

“I smell cotton candy,” Saeyoung calls, sliding across the hardwood floor in his jack-o-lantern print socks. Before you can stop him, he's munching on the first odd-shaped blob of sugar floss that you managed to spin. He doesn’t seem to mind much that it won’t stay on the paper cone, which forces him to hold onto the cotton candy itself. If he doesn’t eat it quickly, it’s going to stain his fingers purple— but that doesn’t seem like much of a problem, either. “What flavor is this?”

You reference the carton of sugar that came with the machine. “Grape,” you reply. “It's the worst one, so I figured it would be the best to practice with. The trick-or-treaters are getting blue raspberry and bubblegum, don't you worry.”

“I see,” Saeyoung nods with mock-solemnity. “You’re doing cotton candy experiments, and we're your first test subjects.”

“Exactly,” you mimic his nod as best you can before redirecting your attention to his brother. “You're welcome to try some if you want to, Saeran.”

The other twin is busy studying the machine with thinly-masked awe— you don't need to be told that he's never seen a cotton candy machine at work before. “Does it just spit out cotton candy?” He asks, examining the various buttons on the side of the pastel pink machine.

“Um,” you do your best to catch the floss flying up from the center of the machine, “Well, the way it works is, you throw the sugar into this thing in the center and it heats up, and then somehow that turns into cotton candy, but it just starts coming out— as you can see— so you have to catch it as it comes, or you'll just get a bunch of burnt sugar. And it gets all over you, too.” You switch the machine off to let it cool down for a moment.

Saeran accepts the cone that you extend to him, taking a tentative bite. Clearly, he isn't too sure about homemade grape-flavor cotton candy, and you honestly can't blame him for that. “It's good,” he decides, taking another, more confident bite. “Is it normal to give out cotton candy on Halloween?”

Right. This is Saeran's first Halloween away from Magenta, so it follows that he wouldn't be very familiar with the traditions surrounding the holiday. From what Saeyoung has explained to you, the twins didn't get to do much for Halloween growing up, and based on the blank look that Saeran gave you when you invited him to carve pumpkins together two weeks ago, whatever they did at Mint Eye did not even remotely resemble the traditions observed in the outside world.

“No,” Saeyoung answers for you, “MC is just going above and beyond, as usual.” He waits until you've cleaned the burnt sugar out of the machine with the metal sugar scoop and deposited it into a plastic container to take a long, french-fry shaped sugar crystal. He devours it in three bites.

“We had a cotton candy machine at home when I was growing up,” you explain, turning the machine back on and pouring more sugar into it. “Since my parents wanted to one-up all the other houses on the block. I thought it would be fun to bring back the tradition for the neighborhood kids.”

“What neighborhood kids?” Saeran asks, crumpling the paper cone and setting it back on the table.

“Huh?” You do your best to frantically catch the sugar floss spinning out of the machine. You're a bit taken aback, so a lot of it gets on your sleeve, instead.

“Would there be any kids?” Saeran rephrases his question. “I think they'd get scared away by the door.”

Your face falls. You'd been so excited to revive a childhood tradition that you somehow managed to forget that you live in an isolated bunker in the middle of nowhere. To be honest, if you were a parent, you wouldn't let your kids trick-or-treat at the bunker, even if they did manage to notice it— it looks a little scary from the outside, and none of your distant neighbors have met anyone from your household before. They might not even expect you to have candy prepared. Either way, Saeran is right; any trick-or-treaters would get stopped by the door. “I didn't think of that,” you admit.

“That means there’s more cotton candy for us,” Saeyoung shrugs, taking the cone of cotton candy out of your hand. “We’re going to have to eat all of this. How tragic.”

Saeran has commandeered the burnt sugar container, and is snacking on the pseudo-rock candy produced by the sugar left inside the machine. “Mhm,” he agrees, in between bites. You suppose you can’t be too surprised— after all, the twins do love their sweets.

“Well, I guess we can start giving out cotton candy at RFA parties,” you sigh. Realistically, now that you have the machine, you can make cotton candy for anyone at any time. You don't have to limit yourself to Halloween events exclusively. “Let me show you two how to use the machine.” You may not get many trick-or-treaters, but you get the feeling that you’ve managed to establish a Halloween tradition all the same.

#Fun fact my family actually did have a cotton candy machine growing up #We gave out cotton candy on halloween and also for literally any other excuse #Cotton candy machines are really messy though like it is not possible to use one and not get covered in sugar #mm_mystictober2023 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble

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anonsally · 2 years ago

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Day 4 in Rome

We did our best to leave the hotel at a reasonable hour to try to fit in what we could before it got too hot.

It wasn't too long past 9 when we set off. But when we arrived at the Roman Forum's entrance, we discovered that you can't buy tickets there, you have to do it online. Which took us several tries as the website kept rejecting our credit cards. By the time we managed to purchase the tickets, it was already starting to get hot and the line to get in had gotten long--but luckily it moved very quickly. Wife likes history a lot, and although we had both been to the Forum before, there were some parts neither of us had seen (maybe newly excavated?) and I think they had posted more information since my last visit. But there's no denying it was pretty unbearably hot. We kept seeking out shade. And water fountains! We started sticking our heads in to cool off, and soaking our hats.

When we were starting to get hungry and overheated, we left. An older Italian woman asked me for directions, in Italian, which made me happy, particularly as I was able to point her more or less in the right direction. The place we wanted to eat lunch didn't have any tables available but told us to come back at 2 (it was 12:45) so we went to get gelato (for Wife) and cremolato (for me--my usual sour cherry and almond combo). We sat in the shade of the Pantheon, then went to get water at the fountain with the books.

Lunch was delicious (my cacio e pepe pasta came with fresh mint in it too!) and we were seated in the air-conditioned indoors, so we left feeling pretty revived. From there, we went to get a "raw" vegan gelato--I had chocolate and almond, which were both delicious despite also tasting kind of "healthy"!

We then ran a couple errands and returned to the hotel. I was bright red. Not sunburned, just overheated. Showered, rested, did stuff online which was frustratingly slow because the internet at the hotel was really patchy, and then had a sort of "picnic" dinner in the hotel room! We just wanted a quiet, easy evening.

#personal #travel #rome #food #even though there is no picture of food here

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Welcome to the Creole Vatican

Welcome to the Creole Vatican: Where Incense Smells Like Gumbo and the Holy Water Might Be Hot Sauce

In the wake of Pope Leo XIV’s alleged Creole roots being splashed across every headline like shrimp etouffee on a white cassock, the Vatican has undergone what pundits are calling “The Holy Creolization.” Gone are the days of cold marble austerity and whisper-quiet reverence—now, it’s jazz brunch with your confessions and second-line processions through St. Peter’s Square. Architecture: Baroque Meets Bourbon Street The Sistine Chapel ceiling has been unofficially reinterpreted as “Michelangelo’s Mardi Gras.” The cherubs now wear beaded necklaces and one suspiciously resembles Lil Wayne. Vatican guards still wear their traditional Swiss uniforms, but every Friday is now “Zydeco Casual.” A new wing, the “Sanctified Southern Annex,” features frescoes of saints grilling crawfish, baptizing babies in outdoor kiddie pools, and blessing hurricanes—not the natural disasters, but the cocktails. Liturgical Changes: From Latin to Lagniappe The Mass has taken a flavorful turn. Instead of “Peace be with you,” congregants now say, “Pass dat peace, baby!” The collection plate sometimes comes with cornbread. Communion wafers? Replaced on occasion with mini beignets, though the transubstantiation process is still under canonical review. Gregorian chants have a syncopated backbeat. And during Pentecost, the Holy Spirit descended in the form of a brass band. The Apostolic Palace now hosts quarterly Gumbo Cook-Offs between cardinals and nuns, judged by the Pope himself while sipping sweet tea from a gold chalice. The Curia’s New Titles Cardinal of Crawfish Affairs Secretary of Swing and Spirit Archbishop of Andouille Pontifex Étouffée And yes, all Vatican meetings now begin with a call-and-response:“Let us pray!”“Let the roux rise!” Confession Gets Louder Forget whispered guilt in dark booths. Vatican confessionals now feature a jazz trio to drown out awkward sins. “Forgive me Father, for I danced inappropriately at the crawfish boil” is now a Category 2 sin, unless the twerk involved liturgical choreography. Some confessional booths have been retrofitted with porch swings and mint julep dispensers—strictly non-alcoholic, of course. (Unless you're confessing to sobriety.) The Popemobile: Now with Whitewalls and Bass The Popemobile has been replaced by a glass-covered Cadillac DeVille with fleur-de-lis hubcaps and a neon underglow that reads “Viva la Vatican.” It plays Mahalia Jackson and Juvenile depending on the holiness of the occasion. On his first papal road trip to Marseille, Pope Leo waved not with a gesture but with a carefully timed handkerchief toss, causing a three-mile traffic jam and two spontaneous revivals. Holy Days and Holidays: Merged Like Red Beans and Rice Feast days now include: St. Gumbo's Day – for feeding the poor and mildly spicy enlightenment. Mardi Messiah – where Lent prep involves karaoke battles and Catholic-themed parade floats. Ash & Okra Wednesday – ashes distributed with a side of pickled okra and eternal reflection. What Vatican Citizens Are Saying “I wasn’t sure at first, but the incense smells like smoked hickory now, and frankly, my prayers feel marinated.” – Sister Claudette, Order of the Blessed Sazerac “The Holy Ghost got rhythm now. I caught the Spirit during Mass and also a little case of the shimmy.” – Father Tyrell, Basilica DJ and priest “We finally got a Pope who says grace and ‘Geaux Tigers!’” – Vatican janitor from Baton Rouge, now promoted to Monsignor of Maintenance and Tailgating The Church Just Got Its Soul Back This ain’t your grandma’s Vatican—unless your grandma was a Creole matriarch who made pralines, raised ten kids, and could out-theologize Thomas Aquinas over a dominoes game. It’s not just diversity. It’s divine seasoning.

Welcome to the Creole Vatican - A wide, cartoon-style satirical illustration inspired by mid-century humor comics. Pope Leo XIV stands on the Vatican balcony, one hand raised in bles... - Alan Nafzger

Holy Days and Holidays: Merged Like Red Beans and Rice

In the newly Creolized Vatican, the sacred calendar has undergone what Church officials call a “flavorful liturgical revision”—or as one devout parishioner put it, “Sunday’s got more sass, and Friday’s got more fried.” The merging of Creole culture with Catholic tradition hasn’t just changed the tone of Mass or the beat of the choir—it’s reimagined the very essence of holy days, blending age-old rituals with Southern comfort and spicy redemption. No longer is the Church calendar a monotone march of solemnity. Now, it sizzles, saunters, and sometimes even syncopates. St. Gumbo's Day: Feeding the Poor and Mildly Spicy Enlightenment Celebrated every third Sunday of Ordinary Time—because nothing is ordinary about gumbo—St. Gumbo’s Day is a culinary liturgy honoring both the poor and the perfectly seasoned. Churches around the globe host massive gumbo feasts where the Pope gives the annual Sermon on the Shrimp, highlighting Gospel passages that mysteriously taste better when read aloud over a bubbling stockpot. He urges believers to “be like gumbo: a blend of many, stirred with patience, spiced with humility, and thickened by the Holy Spirit’s roux.” The Vatican kitchen, previously a sterile place of modest fare, now brims with cast-iron cauldrons where nuns and cardinals work side by side, seasoning to taste and preaching love through ladles. Traditions include: The Blessing of the Sausage: conducted with incense and a smoked andouille link. The Beatitudes of Broth: “Blessed are the simmered, for they shall inherit the flavor.” Almsgumbo: parishioners bring tupperware donations to distribute to the homeless. In true Creole form, St. Gumbo's Day also allows substitutions: vegetarians can honor St. Okra, pescatarians follow the Cod of Mercy, and gluten-free faithful turn to St. Rice-a-Lot. A Gallup-esque survey revealed that 91% of attendees found spiritual clarity somewhere between the crab legs and the cayenne. Mardi Messiah: Lent Prep Like You've Never Seen Traditionally, Mardi Gras was a time of excess before Lenten sacrifice. But under the Creole Papacy, it has become Mardi Messiah—a pageant of redemptive revelry and faith-based flamboyance. It’s still beads and brass bands, but now the beads say “Repent!” and the floats depict famous miracles—Jesus walking on Jambalaya, Moses parting the Mississippi, and Lazarus rising from a second line. The day's key highlights: Karaoke Confessionals: Contestants sing their sins to pop ballads, scored by bishops. “Sorry, Father” to the tune of Justin Bieber’s “Sorry” is a perennial favorite. The Pontifloat Parade: Each diocese constructs elaborate Catholic floats. Last year’s winner: “Our Lady of the Blessed Crawfish.” Sin Bingo: A high-stakes game where you cover squares like “Pride,” “Envy,” and “Forgot to Tip the Organist.” Blackout your sins, win a rosary made of pralines. The Pope himself rolls through St. Peter’s in a glittering Popemobile-turned-float named “The Immaculate Vibration.” He tosses out candy crucifixes and miniature copies of encyclicals tied to moon pies. The faithful are encouraged to shout “Hosannah, Y’all!” at random, and Vatican Radio broadcasts the event live with a jazz organ backing. Ash & Okra Wednesday: Dust, Bitterness, and Brine Ash Wednesday marks the beginning of Lent, and under Pope Leo’s Southern infusion, it’s been rebranded to reflect both mortality and side dishes. Ash & Okra Wednesday is exactly what it sounds like: a somber reminder that from dust we came, and to dust (and pickled things) we shall return. Churchgoers now receive ashes on their foreheads and a small serving of pickled okra in biodegradable communion ramekins. Okra—beloved for its sliminess and polarizing flavor—represents the clinging sins of the soul and the importance of reflection, chewing thoroughly, and ultimately letting go. Day features include: Stations of the Pickle: 14 symbolic jars representing the emotional brine of temptation. Fasting with Flavor: The Vatican publishes an annual cookbook, “Lean for the Lord,” full of spicy yet penitential Lenten recipes. The Litany of the Legume: A call-and-response prayer that asks God to remove the bitterness from okra and from our hearts. One cardinal said, “When that vinegar hits your tongue and the ash smudges your brow, you feel humbled. You also feel like you need a chaser.” Last year, a Louisiana priest hosted a drive-thru Ash & Okra booth outside his parish. He claims it converted six atheists, three Baptists, and one confused Uber Eats driver.

Welcome to the Creole Vatican - A wide, cartoon-style satirical illustration inspired by mid-century humor comics. The Vatican has been transformed by Creole influence under Pope Leo... - Alan Nafzger Other Emerging Holy Days in the Creole Calendar While the three major holidays have officially entered the canon, other Creole-Catholic observances are gaining momentum: Feast of St. Etouffée the Humble Patron saint of emotional repression and slow-cooked redemption. Celebrated with meditative roux stirring and whispered apologies. Holy Hot Sauce Sunday Falling during Pentecost, this day celebrates the descent of the Holy Spirit and the descent of Scoville-level chili flakes into the bloodstream. Fire in the soul, and possibly the lower intestine. The Miracle of the Multiplying Muffulettas Commemorating the day a New Orleans nun allegedly fed 5,000 tourists with one olive loaf and a bottle of tapenade. Our Lady of the Leftovers Held the day after Easter, this honors the blessed Tupperware that feeds the faithful for the rest of the week. Conclusion: Sacred Seasoning for the Soul Some say the Vatican has gone too far—sacrilege served with a side of red beans. But others insist this holy fusion isn’t just about food, fun, or faith in a feathered mask. It’s about embracing the fullness of God’s creation, from the incense of St. Peter’s to the smell of hot beignets at the church bazaar. Pope Leo XIV has not confirmed whether these celebrations are doctrinally binding or just “good for morale,” but his smile during St. Gumbo’s homily, his loose hips during Mardi Messiah, and his well-pickled forehead on Ash & Okra Wednesday suggest otherwise. As he famously said after blessing a shrimp boil in Baton Rouge:“The path to salvation may be narrow, but the table is wide, y’all.” Auf Wiedersehen, and bon Dieu bless.

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 2 months ago

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189 of 2025

Lots of Bolding!!! [blazingbulletsxx]

What I Love: Laughing. Singing in the car. Long car rides. Dancing in the car. Sleeping/Napping with my cat/pet. Tea. Nature. Going for walks. Bike riding. Rain and thunderstorms. Cute clothes. Shopping. Reading. Classic Literature. Bookstores. Twitter.

Jobs I Wouldn’t Mind Having: Author. Book Editor. Book Publisher. Bookstore Owner. Editor. Filmmaker. Entertainment Agent. Interpreter/Translator. Proofreader. Screenwriter. Producer.

Colors I Like: Turquoise. Teal. Green. Forest Green. Blue. Candy Apple Red. Cobalt. Navy Blue. Cyan. Midnight Blue. Emerald. Hunter Green. Jade. Sea Green. Jungle Green. Mint Green. Midnight Green. Red. Royal Blue. Sapphire. Scarlet.

Old Songs I Love (Until 1989): I Walk The Line - Johnny Cash. Ring of Fire - Johnny Cash. Revolution - The Beatles. Twist and Shout - The Beatles. Something - The Beatles. Strawberry Fields Forever - The Beatles. Octopus’s Garden - The Beatles. Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds - The Beatles. Let It Be - The Beatles. Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles. Hey Jude - The Beatles. Helter Skelter - The Beatles. Proud Mary - Creedence Clearwater Revival. Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival. Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival. Down On The Corner - Creedence Clearwater Revival. Space Oddity - David Bowie. Heroes - David Bowie.Changes - David Bowie. Cold Turkey - John Lennon. Imagine - John Lennon. Instant Karma! - John Lennon. Working Class Hero - John Lennon. God - John Lennon. Welcome To The Jungle - Guns N Roses. Sweet Child O’ Mine - Guns N Roses. ABC - Jackson 5. Tiny Dancer - Elton John. Crocodile Rock - Elton John. Bennie and the Jets - Elton John. Your Song - Elton John. Superstition - Stevie Wonder. You Are The Sunshine of My Life - Stevie Wonder. Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours - Stevie Wonder. (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction - The Rolling Stones. You Can’t Always Get What You Want - The Rolling Stones. Piano Man - Billy Joel. Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd. TNT - AC/DC. Highway To Hell - AC/DC. Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen. Somebody To Love - Queen. Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen. Hungry Like The Wolf - Duran Duran. The Reflex - Duran Duran. The Number of the Beast - Iron Maiden. Sunday Bloody Sunday - U2. Dr. Feelgood - Motley Crue. Livin’ On a Prayer - Bon Jovi. You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi. Bad Medicine - Bon Jovi. Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash. London Calling - The Clash. Like A Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan. Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door - Bob Dylan. Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond. Dream On - Aerosmith. Rag Doll - Aerosmith. Sweet Home Alabama - Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Sort of Old Songs I Love (Until 2007): Enter Sandman - Metallica. Tearin’ Up My Heart - NSYNC. Bye Bye Bye - NSYNC. It’s Gonna Be Me - NSYNC. I Want It That Way - Backstreet Boys. All The Small Things - Blink-182. Broke - Modest Mouse. Showbiz - Muse. Space Dementia - Muse. Hysteria - Muse. Starlight - Muse. Supermassive Black Hole - Muse. Take A Bow - Muse. Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer. Sentimental Johnny - Flogging Molly. Drunken Lullabies - Flogging Molly. What’s Left Of The Flag - Flogging Molly. If I Ever Leave This World Alive - Flogging Molly. Chelsea Dagger - The Fratellis. Hate To Say I Told You So - The Hives. Main Offender - The Hives. Tick Tick Boom - The Hives. Hey Little World - The Hives. Beautiful Day - U2.Wish You Were Here - Incubus. Bleed American - Jimmy Eat World. The Middle - Jimmy Eat World. Sweetness - Jimmy Eat World. Liquid Dreams - O-Town. Sadie Hawkins Dance - Relient K. I’m Lion-O - Relient K. Chapped Lips, Chapstick, & Things Like Chemistry - Relient K. Falling Out - Relient K. Echelon - 30 Seconds To Mars. Welcome To The Universe - 30 Seconds To Mars. A Beautiful Lie - 30 Seconds To Mars. The Kill - 30 Seconds To Mars. You’re So Damn Hot - OK Go. Cute Without the ‘E’ - Taking Back Sunday. You’re So Last Summer - Taking Back Sunday. What’s It Feel Like To Be A Ghost? - Taking Back Sunday. MakeDamnSure - Taking Back Sunday. Liar (It Takes One To Know One) - Taking Back Sunday. Girl’s Not Grey - AFI. Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet. Meant To Live - Switchfoot. Dare You To Move - Switchfoot. Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand. Do You Want To - Franz Ferdinand. Chariot - Gavin DeGraw. I Don’t Want To Be - Gavin DeGraw.Mr. Brightside - The Killers. Somebody Told Me - The Killers. Tranquilize - The Killers. Leave The Bourbon On The Shelf - The Killers. Some Hearts - Carrie Underwood. Over My Head (Cable Car) - The Fray. How To Save A Life - The Fray. Fall Away - The Fray. Vienna - The Fray. All We Know - Paramore. Pressure - Paramore. Emergency - Paramore. For a Pessimist, I’m Pretty Optimistic - Paramore. That’s What You Get - Paramore. Crushcrushcrush - Paramore. Born For This - Paramore. Congratulations, I Hate You - Alesana. Daggers Speak Louder Than Words - Alesana. Boiled Frogs - Alexisonfire. Hand In My Pocket - Alanis Morissette. Boston - Augustana. The Adventure - Angels & Airwaves. Do It For Me Now - Angels & Airwaves. Everything’s Magic - Angels & Airwaves. The Church of Hot Addiction - Cobra Starship. Young Blood Spills Tonight - Eyes Set To Kill. We Intertwined - The Hush Sound. Sweet Tangerine - The Hush Sound. Lions Roar - The Hush Sound. SexyBack - Justin Timberlake. A Town Called Hypocrisy - Lostprophets. Collapse - Mute Math. Stare At The Sun - Mute Math. Obsolete - Mute Math. Suffer For Fashion - Of Montreal. Steady, As She Goes - The Raconteurs. Store Bought Bones - The Raconteurs.Feels Like Tonight - Daughtry. What About Now - Daughtry. False Pretense - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Attention - The Academy Is. The Phrase That Pays - The Academy Is. Checkmarks - The Academy Is. LAX to O'Hare - The Academy Is. Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ. Godspeed - Anberlin. Adelaide - Anberlin. Hello Alone - Anberlin. Composure - August Burns Red. The Way She Feels - Between The Trees. Shoot From The Hip - A Change of Pace. Weekend Warriors - A Change of Pace. Prepare The Masses - A Change of Pace. Bubbly - Colbie Caillat. Realize - Colbie Caillat. Buffalo Gals - Every Time I Die. Nobody’s Perfect - Hannah Montana. Rockstar - Hannah Montana. Black Cat - Mayday Parade. When I Get Home, You’re So Dead - Mayday Parade. Jersey - Mayday Parade. Stop and Stare - OneRepublic. Love Song - Sara Bareilles. Bottle It Up - Sara Bareilles. Love On The Rocks - Sara Bareilles. Hook Me Up - The Veronicas. Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings. Dope Nose - Weezer. Keep Fishin - Weezer. Hash Pipe - Weezer. Photograph - Weezer. Buddy Holly - Weezer. Say It Ain’t So - Weezer. Jaded - Aerosmith. Wonderwall - Oasis. Basket Case - Green Day. When I Come Around - Green Day.

Newer Songs I Love (2008 to Jan. 2010): About A Girl - The Academy Is. Citizen of the Planet - Alanis Morissette. Meet You There - Augustana. Light On - David Cook. Come Back To Me - David Cook. Get Back - Demi Lovato. La La Land - Demi Lovato. Here We Go Again - Demi Lovato. Got Dynamite - Demi Lovato. So Far So Great - Demi Lovato. Remember December - Demi Lovato. Pony (It’s OK) - Erin McCarley. Reach - Eyes Set To Kill. The World Outside - Eyes Set To Kill. Liar In The Glass - Eyes Set To Kill. You Won’t Make A Fool Out of Me - Flogging Molly. (No More) Paddy’s Lament - Flogging Molly. Believe Me I’m Lying - Forever The Sickest Kids. She’s A Lady - Forever The Sickest Kids. My Friend John - The Fratellis. In Love With A Girl - Gavin DeGraw. We Belong Together - Gavin DeGraw. Hurricane - The Hush Sound. Be OK - Ingrid Michaelson. Over the Rainbow - Ingrid Michaelson. Keep Breathing - Ingrid Michaelson. Everybody - Ingrid Michaelson. Maybe - Ingrid Michaelson. I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry. Waking Up In Vegas - Katy Perry. Hot N Cold - Katy Perry. Thinking Of You - Katy Perry. Mannequin - Katy Perry. Human - The Killers. Spaceman - The Killers. A Dustland Fairytale - The Killers. Joy Ride - The Killers. Use Somebody - Kings of Leon. Sex On Fire - Kings of Leon. I Will Be - Leona Lewis. Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis. Happy - Leona Lewis. I Got You - Leona Lewis. I See You - Leona Lewis. Footprints in the Sand - Leona Lewis. 7 Things - Miley Cyrus. Fly On The Wall - Miley Cyrus. Party In The USA - Miley Cyrus. Hoedown Throwdown - Miley Cyrus. The Climb - Miley Cyrus. Time Of Our Lives - Miley Cyrus. Decode - Paramore. I Caught Myself - Paramore. Ignorance - Paramore. Playing God - Paramore. Brick By Boring Brick - Paramore. Misguided Ghosts - Paramore. So What - Pink. Sober - Pink. Funhouse - Pink. Fearless - Taylor Swift. Forever & Always - Taylor Swift. Love Story - Taylor Swift. The Way I Loved You - Taylor Swift. You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift. For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert. Whataya Want From Me - Adam Lambert. Witness - Blessthefall. We Weren’t Born To Follow - Bon Jovi. Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked - Cage The Elephant. Cowboy Casanova - Carrie Underwood. Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship. Hot Mess - Cobra Starship. Living In The Sky With Diamonds - Cobra Starship. Fallin’ For You - Colbie Caillat. Break Through - Colbie Caillat. No Surprise - Daughtry. Life After You - Daughtry. Hang You From The Heavens - The Dead Weather. Meet Me On The Equinox - Death Cab For Cutie. The Marvelous Slut - Every Time I Die. Turtles All The Way Down - Every Time I Die. Ulysses - Franz Ferdinand. You Found Me - The Fray. Syndicate - The Fray. Never Say Never - The Fray. Say When - The Fray. Ungodly Hour - The Fray. He Could Be The One - Hannah Montana. Supergirl - Hannah Montana. My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson. Whyyawannabringmedown - Kelly Clarkson. I Do Not Hook Up - Kelly Clarkson. Haven’t Met You Yet - Michael Buble. Blame It On The Girls - Mika. Uprising - Muse. Resistance - Muse. I Belong To You - Muse. Unnatural Selection - Muse. Electrify - Mute Math. Armistice - Mute Math. All The Right Moves - OneRepublic. Paper Moon - Our Lady Peace. Relator - Pete Yorn & Scarlett Johansson. You Better Pray - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Believe - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Falling Down - Selena Gomez. Naturally - Selena Gomez. I Don’t Miss You At All - Selena Gomez. Hello Hurricane - Switchfoot. New Again - Taking Back Sunday. Sink Into Me - Taking Back Sunday. Lonely, Lonely - Taking Back Sunday. Swing - Taking Back Sunday. Heaven Can Wait - We The Kings. (If You’re Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To - Weezer. Kings and Queens - 30 Seconds To Mars. Night of The Hunter - 30 Seconds To Mars. TiK ToK - Ke$ha. Blah Blah Blah - Ke$ha. Dinosaur - Ke$ha. WTF? - OK Go. Needing/Getting - OK Go. Giving Up The Gun - Vampire Weekend.Somebody To Love - Leighton Meester.

Classic Books I Love: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn - Mark Twain. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer - Mark Twain. Catch-22 - Joseph Heller. The Catcher In The Rye - J.D. Salinger. Macbeth - William Shakespeare. The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck. East of Eden - John Steinbeck. The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald. 1984 - George Orwell. Animal Farm - George Orwell. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen. Emma - Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen. Persuasion - Jane Austen. Lady Susan - Jane Austen. Mansfield Park - Jane Austen. Northanger Abbey - Jane Austen. Moll Flanders - Daniel Defoe. Robinson Crusoe - Daniel Defoe. The Scatlet Letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne. Nicholas Nickleby - Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities - Charles Dickens. Hard Times - Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte. Agnes Grey - Anne Bronte. The Awakening - Kate Chopin. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll. Through The Looking Glass - Lewis Carroll. Dracula - Bram Stoker. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - Robert Louis Stevenson. Treasure Island - Robert Louis Stevenson. The Hobbit - J.R.R. Tolkien. Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring - J.R.R. Tolkien. Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers - J.R.R. Tolkien. Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King - J.R.R. Tolkien. The Silmarillion - J.R.R. Tolkien. Little Women - Louisa May Alcott. Slaughterhouse-Five - Kurt Vonnegut. Their Eyes Were Watching God - Zora Neale Hurston. The War of the Worlds - H.G. Wells. The Time Machine - H.G. Wells. The Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis. Frankenstein - Mary Shelley. One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest - Ken Kesey. And Then There Were None - Agatha Christie. The Outsiders - S.E. Hinton. Aesop’s Fables - Aesop. Fairy Tales - Hans Christian Andersen. Grimm’s Fairy Tales - Brothers Grimm. Peter Pan - J.M. Barrie. The Wizard of Oz - L. Frank Baum. Paradise Lost - John Milton. Vanity Fair - William Thackeray. A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess.

Newer Books I Love: House of Night series - PC Cast. Harry Potter - J.K. Rowling. The Perks of Being A Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky. Wicked - Gregory Maguire. Son of A Witch - Gregory Maguire. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown. Angels & Demons - Dan Brown. The Lost Symbol - Dan Brown. PS I Love You - Cecelia Ahern. The Pact - Jodi Picoult. My Sister’s Keeper - Jodi Picoult. The Birth of Venus - Sara Dunant. The Road - Cormac McCarthy. Running With Scissors - Augusten Burroughs. Speak - Laurie Halse Anderson. The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom. The Vampire Diaries - LJ Smith. Prey - Michael Crichton. Pirate Latitudes - Michael Crichton. Jurassic Park - Michael Crichton. Cell - Stephen King. Sookie Stackhouse series - Charlaine Harris. Twilight series - Stephenie Meyer. The Host - Stephenie Meyer. Burned - Ellen Hopkins. Confessions of a Shopaholic - Sophie Kinsella. The Reader - Bernard Schlink. The Taking - Dean Koontz. The Stolen Child - William Butler Yeats. No One Belongs Here More Than You - Miranda July. The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger. Her Fearful Symmetry - Audrey Niggenegger. The Gravedigger’s Daughter - Joyce Carol Oates. Black Girl/White Girl - Joyce Carol Oates. The Tattooed Girl - Joyce Carol Oates. Holes - Louis Sachar. The Other Boleyn Girl - Philippa Gregory. Nightlight: A Parody - Harvard Lampoon. Millenium Trilogy - Stieg Larsson. Interview with the Vampire - Anne Rice. The Vampire Lestat - Anne Rice. Queen of the Damned - Anne Rice. Angel Time - Anne Rice. The Likeness - Tana French. Into the Woods - Tana French. Mortal Instruments series - Cassandra Clare. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings - Maya Angelou.Water For Elephants - Sara Gruen. The Glass Castle - Jeannette Walls. Inheritance Cycle - Christopher Paolini. The Art of Seeing - Cammie McGovern.

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