#That said other colours are. Hmm just as sad

[mx-myth]

Thinking about how everyone wears different colours in mlc and how they're all connected...

Li xiangyi wears red. Yes it means happiness and joy and luck (ignoring the wedding symbolism for now) but it is also the colour of blood. He wears this bright, bold colour and still ends up dying on that ship.

Di feisheng's main colours are, for the sake of simplicity, black and red. Red for lxy but it's always darker and more muted on him - there's more blood symbolism for him (based purely on his reputation in the jianghu) but also more wedding symbolism compared to lxy. Black, tragically enough, corresponds with the element of water - it was a pitch-black night when he fought lxy, on a black sea, on a black ship - and that even fits with the western idea of black being for death. But he also wears bolder colours - we've seen him in purple and blue, for example - and this parallels fang duobing's outfits. Inherently a lot of the characters obsessed with the past (jiao liqiao and shan gudao, to name some) wear bold colours while characters who have left it behind/who are looking towards the future wear lighter colours (more to be said about this) and I think this is dfs turning away from the last and towards that future.

Brilliant example of this is qiao wanmian. She wears lighter colours and she gets over lxy and but I think it's important that one of her most iconic outfits is pink. Yes we all know how she and dfs are foils - this is yet another element of that. Pink is white and red: white, for death, for lxy; red, for happiness and weddings, also for lxy. Learning to live with her grief was definitely a long and lengthy process but it also helps her become her own person - she lets go of lxy and eventually learns that she has her own power, that she's strong in her own right, that she doesn't have to rely on men. She leaves xiao zijin and becomes the new leader of the new sigu sect and, while it's likely last her time to become a legend in the jianghu, she's certainly an inspiring figure.

Opposite of this is jiao liqiao. She's firmly still chasing after the past - her desire for dfs to love her back, her one-sided love rivalry with lxy. Her red is wedding red for dfs but it's also a giant fuck you to lxy - look, I'm better than you, I've got his attention and you don't. It's still true to an extent in the present, since she believes it's still dfs' attention that li lianhua wants (it is not). A-mian lets go of lxy (with some help for llh) but jiao liqiao never lets go of dfs, even when he outright rejects her. She's chasing her ideal of dfs, not who he actually is.

(I'm not going to talk about shan gudao. Same colours as dfs but the evilness is boosted to 100. He wears black and red as the classic Evil Colour Combo.)

Then we have the con man himself, li lianhua. In this new life of his he wears lighter colours - some blue, some green, but an overwhelming amount of it is white. As the show progresses he loses the blue and green. Yes he's looking at the future now but it's in the manner as someone staring down the barrel of a gun. There's nothing to say here because llh has it all planned out. He's already started dressing for his own funeral.

Lastly, the one and only fang duobing. He wears lighter colours too (in fact, he and a-mian are the only two I'd truly describe as wearing pastels). It's fascinating to note that there was no distinction between blue and green (his main colours) in old China. The symbolism of it is while it's the colour representing east (hahahahaha) it's also the colour of spring. I will never stop with the fdb/spring symbolism - he brings new life, he brings a new beginning, life will always go on if there's spring. (Spring is also the season when peach trees bloom, and isn't that something.) An interesting note is that he never wears any of li xiangyi's signature red. He really does leave lxy behind because he accepts that he's gone, because he loves li lianhua.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Just a small drab and rusty writing for Aemond. Like really rusty. 🦦

Aemond was as sharp as his blade and eagle eyed when it came to his special person of interest. Romantic or otherwise.

For he could immediately recognise the tell-tell signs of discomfort and agitation coming from you so easily from where he stood across the room, it was borderline terrifying and impressive at the same time.

It was surprising to see a man actually taking the time to recognise your emotions and what you were feeling from just the smallest of movement. As sad as it might’ve sounded but it made you feel seen, like actually seen as a person rather than an accessory, a pretty thing that was expected to not speak unless spoken to.

All it took for Aemond to scare your unwanted company stiff, was his steely gaze and straightened posture that loomed over you both like a shadow. He hadn’t said a single word and yet the person who was originally bothering you had found their wine filled goblet much more intriguing to stare at, before excusing themself.

‘Like a dog with their tail tucked between their legs.’ Aemond commented in his smooth, silk like voice as his eye bore into the their back, watching them become indistinguishable within the crowd of chattering lords and ladies alike.

Aemond then looked back at you to see that you were already looking back at him with furrowed brows and pursed lips; You were confused. ‘You could’ve just left me to suffer in their company and yet you helped chase them away, why, are you expecting that I express my gratitude in other ways?’ You asked and Aemond couldn’t help but let out a deep ‘hmm’ that perfectly conveyed his pensive mood.

‘No.’ He replied. ‘I only did what I did so your evening wouldn’t be ruined by…unfavourable company. No expressions of gratitude required.’ You mentally breathed a sigh of relief at this, you’ve grown too accustomed to men wanting something after completing the smallest of tasks.

‘However.’

Spoke too soon. You thought to yourself as you mentally prepared for what was to come out of Aemond’s mouth. What came next was definitely a change you weren’t expecting.

‘I would be honoured if you would accompany me to the Godswood later this evening if ever you grow tiresome being here.’ Aemond adds and you couldn’t help but smile at the invitation he had extended to you.

‘Why wait until then? I already grow tiresome of the…’ you cast a particularly nasty gaze at a group of lords boisterously laughing, ‘colourful array of characters tonight.’ Aemond only huffs in agreement as he offer you his arm. ‘Then why postpone any longer.’ He replied and without another word, you accepted his arm and Aemond lead the both of you out of the room, though not before biding his mother -Alicent- a goodnight.

Alicent watched on as you and Aemond left, though the conversation between the two of you never faltering once, but as soon as your gaze was cast elsewhere; Alicent was quick to notice that Aemond never took his gaze off you. Instead his gaze on you lingered with a sort of adoration, with the way it would soften when you so much as smiled or laughed.

[writemekpop]

Needy | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Summary: Haechan surprises you on your birthday with something completely unexpected...

Genre: Established relationship AU, cheeky and clingy Hyuck

Word Count: 0.7k

“Happy Birthday!” Haechan sang as you walked into your flat, hugging you so hard he lifted you up and spun you around. “Wanna open your present?”  

You blushed up to your ears. “I said you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“And I didn’t listen,” Haechan said, kissing you on the neck, and making your face burn hotter. 

It was a lie – you had been hoping Haechan would get you a present. A new watch, to be precise. You’d been complaining - loudly - about your broken watch for the past three months, hoping he’d get the hint. 

Haechan brought out a small, watch-sized paper bag. He was grinning, his handsome brown face beaming. 

You felt a flutter of excitement.

Reaching inside the bag, you pulled out… an orange sock. Just one. It was dirty, and had a hole where the big toe should be.

You frowned. “Um… thanks?” you said, expecting Haechan to say that he’d accidentally given you his laundry, not your present. 

But all Haechan said was, “Isn’t it perfect?” He was almost bouncing in excitement. 

“Um – yeah,” you mumbled, fighting the sinking feeling of disappointment. All you wanted was a watch, was that too much to ask? Or did your boyfriend not really care?

Haechan crossed his arms. “The orange sock! Don’t you remember?” He looked down. “Because, if you don’t remember, I’d really start to think you don’t love me at all…”

“Of course I remember!” you said, too loudly. “I was just – surprised! That’s all!” You kissed Haechan on the lips. “It’s perfect.”

Haechan narrowed his eyes. “Hmm… if you really do remember, then… what colour is the other sock?”

Your heart began to race. For Haechan, ‘dramatic’ was an understatement. If he realised you’d forgotten this ‘sock story’, he would sulk for the rest of the week. 

Well, the other sock probably wasn’t orange…

“Blue?” you guessed. 

Haechan stared at you for a long moment, then snatched the sock from you and cradled it to his chest. “You don’t deserve the sock.” He turned to storm into the bedroom, sniffing. “Traitor.”

True to what you’d expected, Haechan began one of the biggest sulks you’d ever seen. “I’m going for a walk!” he declared, going to the door. 

“But it’s raining!” you said. “And it’s dark out!” 

Haechan sniffed. “I don’t care,” and slammed the door behind him. 

You wandered round and round the apartment, wracking your brain for this ‘sock story’. What could Haechan possibly care about this much?”

Finally… you remembered. 

You rushed out of the door, too eager to even bother with an umbrella. Would you be able to catch Haechan before he got too far away?

You found Haechan striding down the street outside your apartment block. Rain was pouring, sliding down Haechan’s shoulders and making his clothes cling to his lean frame. 

“I remember!” you called. 

Haechan huffed, not turning. “Stop lying!”

You shook your head. “The other sock is green.”

Haechan stopped walking, the muscles in his back tensed.

You continued, “It just after we had sex for the first time. We were so excited, and dazed, and loved up out of our minds, that we put on one of each other’s socks,” you said, laughing a little. 

You held Haechan’s hand. “Thank you for giving me my sock back. It’s the best present ever.”

Haechan turned. His brown eyes were wide and nervous. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have… a watch? I was gonna get you one, I know you were dropping hints. It’s just – I already had this planned.” He grabbed his head. “I should’ve got the watch.”

You stepped forwards, wrapping your arms around Haechan’s waist and hugging him. You could feel his skin, hot against the cool rainwater. “I’m sorry I forgot, Haechan. I would rather have this sock than a million watches.”

Haechan placed, wet, sad kisses down your jaw. “Really? he whispered.

“Really,” you said. Your boyfriend was crazy, and sentimental – and perfect. “Now… why don’t I take you home and love you so good you forget which sock is which?”

Haechan grinned.    

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[medusa12346]

Future spouse’s love language: CHOOSE A Melanie Martinez

Pile 1-

Hmm okay, so there is an energy of submitting to you, like after a day at work they’ll be around you, just comfortable. No work clothes, no exterior, nothing. Just them and them only. It’s not the most romantic thing, like it wont be roses and butterflies but its gonna be moreso action and physical touch. Many conversations as well; not the “i love u baby” but more deeper and elegant conversations. There is something about the nose, they might like to cuddle up with their nose buried in your body, or while theyre crying they like to cry with their face shoved near your shoulder. They have a certain sad, yet determined aura to them? Like its extremely confusing. Theyre not seen as weak, but they are seen as a bit too polite. Anyways I LOVE THIS FOR YOU BC ITS LITERALLY SO CUTE HAHA- Also wow they are like near a perfect partner i think? Theyll bring joy and colour into your life. WOAH OKAY I JUST REALIZED OMG WTH YES. The first 3 cards have only ONE person in them, and all of them are black and white. As soon as the last card came out, it was colorful and bright WITH TWO PEOPLE IN IT GUYS THIS IS LIKE ONE OF THOSE POVS WHERE YOU CAN SEE COLOUR WHEN YOU MEET YOUR SOULMATE THOSE ONES.There is definitely some connection here, and it seems like youll have a family of 4. Whether that be your parents, their parents, siblings or children involved, 4 people are involved here.

Think of “Love story” by Taylor swift but only the aesthetic

Pile 2

lmaoooooO This person is a confused piece of sh*t- no lol im kidding but yes this person is very confused. Not about their feelings, but about how they present their feelings to you. Like, there are so many ways, that they have a hard time choosing one. I just see a man (SEPCIFICALLY a man but you can take it as per your preference!) confessing while touching your shoulder and stammering sooo much while trying to be alluring while being cute at the same time PLEASE its cute-OOh this is deff mixed. They have physical touch, words of affirmation and emotional something. They have lots of love languages. The one that stuck out to me was passionate tho. Theyre more fiery than any other element and are definitely one to sweep you off your feet… quite literally. Like carrying you. On their shoulder. With you hanging. It is DAMN. Also, they seem like one to be celebrating each and every victory in a more expensive and dramatic way. ITS CUTE AS HELL. They are quite financially abundant i like this pilee!!!!! They love to spoil you with gifts as well.

Agar tum saath ho is the song i got here!!!

Pile 3

BRUH this person’s love language is based solely on communication. ANY TYPE. And they like to dissect your feelings through your face. They have great observation skills. OKAY IK THIS IS WEIRD but this is like a parent type thing like they want to protect you and honor you and treat you and just love you unconditionally. They dont show their sorrows much but they let you show yours freely. Maybe theyve had a more fortunate life than youve had or the opposite, but theyve learned to control their emotions and sometimes maybe suppress them. YES, i know i said communication but that type of communication where you talk about the important things. Itll be enchanting and honestly very lovely. You both are a bit lonely when youre alone. They love comforting through hugs as well. THIS IS A PICTURE I GET SPECIFICALLY FOR YALL

[upsidedownwithsteve]

The Eighth Day Of Christmas

Steve Harrington x WednesdayAddams!reader [1.2K]

“Steven?”

Steve’s lips twitched even though you couldn’t see them, face half hidden by a magazine Eddie had loaned him, the cover of it filled with the image of a man in heavy makeup and holding a bright red guitar. 

“Hmm?”

You were standing by his open closet, expression mournful, socked toes dragging against the carpet as you pulled at the sleeves of shirts and sweaters. You couldn’t find what you wanted. 

“Where’s your hoodie? The black one?” You turned to him, your scowl sad enough to almost be a pout. ‘My one,’ you’d wanted to say. 

Steve turned a page and let his gaze drag up to you, his smile widening when he saw your petulant state. You were in all black — high socks pulled to your knees, your skirt matching your t-shirt, haphazardly tucked in. With your downturned lips and furrowed brow, Steve couldn’t help himself. 

“You look cute,” he said it offhandedly, softly, as if he didn’t know the reaction he’d get. 

You squirmed, tried not to scowl nor smile, the latter becoming more and more difficult when Steve Harrington was the one showering you in sweet words. 

“Stop it,” you whispered, turning back to the closet to dig amongst the clothes that smelled like the boy. ‘Thank you,’ he knew you meant. “Where’s the sweater? M’cold.” 

“Uh, I think Robin has it,” he told you casually, already putting his nose back to the magazine, eyes widening as he read about Ozzy Osbourne and an incident with a bat. 

“Robin?” You repeated. You had absolutely no issue with the girl. In fact, you’d even go as far to call her a companion — a friend. She was sarcastic and witty, although sometimes too loud and she spoke too fast, but she was the only other person allowed to make fun of Steve. “She has my hoodie?”

“Your hoodie?” Steve grinned, finally ditching the magazine to give you his full attention. “I could’ve sworn it was mine, you’re getting awfully possessive, sweetheart.”

You ignored him, coming over to stand by the edge of the bed, arms crossed and expression flat. 

“I’ll fight her,” you told him. 

Steve huffed out a laugh — he was almost positive you were joking. “No you won’t,” he said but god, he didn’t sound so sure. 

“That was my favourite one,” you told him and Steve melted because you looked absolutely miserable at the news. 

Steve shuffled across the bed until he was able to swing his legs over the side, hands reaching out to cup at the backs of your thighs, just at the spot where your skirt and socks left a stripe of bare skin for him to touch. He pulled you into the space between his knees and grinned despite your saddened expression. 

“Just ‘cause it’s black?” He looked like he wanted to laugh. 

“No,” you frowned even as you leaned into the boy, letting him press his chin to your chest as he gazed up at your through messy hair, your hands finding purchase on broad shoulders. “It’s comfy and it’s soft and it smells like you.”

“Honey,” Steve’s voice was sticky sweet, thick with affection at the sound of it made you feel too warm. “Everything in my closet smells like me.”

He was grinning again, almost smug and you poked at his cheek, not unkindly, just accusatory. You knew he was enjoying this too much, your admission, your want for something of his, your petulance at not getting it. 

You shrugged, sullen and it only made Steve smile wider. 

“What about my yellow one?” The boy was so sure that one day you’d give in. “That’s even softer.”

“It’s the colour of the sun,” you told him with disdain, but it didn’t stop you from winding your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, your touch so much softer than your words. 

Steve huffed out a laugh he tried to repress, blinking prettily at you. “Everyone likes the sun, babe.”

“Not me,” you lied.

You lied and lied and lied, because the boy in front of you was summer personified and he had the sun living inside of him, warm and bright and you saw it every day in his smile, his eyes, the way he looked at you and you felt it in his touch.

“You need the sun,” Steve quipped back, smiling too fondly for it to be taken as an argument. “Everyone needs the sun, you can’t not like it.”

You sniffed, unaccepting of his rebuttal. You shrugged, “that’s not necessarily true. I’d do fine without it.”

Steve laughed and pulled you closer, warm hands smoothing upupup until they found the edge of your underwear. You jumped a little, cheeks warming and pulling a little on his hair in response. 

“You don’t need the sun?” He asked and you shook your head in sheer stubbornness. “You’re impossible,” Steve declared, but my god, he was looking at you like you were anything but. 

“You like me anyway,” you whispered, looking at the floor because it still seemed hard to believe it, hard to admit it, to say out loud. 

“Too much,” Steve agreed with a smile and he whispered it too, soft and sweet and for just you to hear. “Go pick another sweater, babe.”

You let yourself go slack against the boy instead, catching his laughter with your lips, an unexpected kiss placed on his as you fell onto his knee. Steve accepted it all, your kiss, your touch, your body pressed against his and he hummed happily against your mouth. 

“They’re all too colourful,” you told him once you pulled away, just enough to touch your nose to his. “You have awful taste.”

The boy snorted, not at all offended at your blunt confession ‘cause how could he take fashion advice from someone who only wore shades of grey? Besides, he was far too smitten with you. 

“Says the girl who looks like a film from the nineteen thirties.”

You grinned. 

Steve leaned back in, soft and slow. “Go pick one,” he coaxed, pressing a kiss to your cheek to keep you sweet, “and keep warm.” Another kiss, this time to your forehead, “and we can go throw snowballs at Robin,” one more, on the tip of your nose. “So we can get your sweater back.”

You beamed, a once in a million sight and it made Steve warm to look at. He squeezed you a little tighter, hiding his laugh in your neck, because of course you’d smile like that at the thought of violence. 

“Thought you said I wasn’t allowed to fight her,” you whispered, eyes glittering. 

Steve just shrugged, smile all dopey and soft as he looked at you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. He’d buy you a goddamn army if you kept looking at him like that. 

That’s how he found himself standing on the sidewalk by Robin’s house, getting pelted by snowballs that his friend scraped from her window ledge, despite the fact you were the one to start the war. 

But you were wearing his yellow sweater, looking like a little speck of sunshine on a cloudy day, his red scarf wound around your neck too. You were the most colourful he’d ever seen you, eyes shining and that pretty, pretty smirk on your lips as you watched Robin throw piles of snow at him. 

Steve would say it was worth it.

[ctrldoll]

𝓟𝓘𝓝𝓚 𝓑𝓞𝓜𝓑!⑅˖⁠♡.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Part 1 ⑅˖♡ | Part 2 ⑅˖♡

Pink Enthusiast GF! Reader/BF! Satoru Gojo<3!!! (Obviously self-indulgent! I'm OBSESSED with PINK and the PINTEREST GF/NERDY/CUTE/WILLING TO SPOIL BF trope! ALSO WITH THE BIMBO GF/NERDY/GOTH BF TROPE!<3<3<3!!!)

(Before their era together!)

I’m going to write about their era soon! I just HAD to get this off of my mind! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡)

SHE IS THE IT GIRL/STARGIRL, THE WOMAN OF HER DAMN DREAMS AND HE'S THE SMART, SWEET, CHARISMATIC AND PASSIONATE MAN!

They adore each other’s quirks and their relationship is super cute!

I want to write about DILF! GOJO with this trope too <3<3<3!!! Ugh, imagine that! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡And Geto- YESSSSS!!!

First post of 2024 <3!

Peace and Blessings to you, My Love <3!!!

First things first, when Gojo met you, he had to admit, he found you cute and silly. Not in the romantic sense, though. Teenage you was a passionate pink lover. Despite the monotonous colour scheme of your uniform, you never failed to add a touch of cuteness.

Why did you just have to add a touch of cuteness to even your weapon?! He just loved the adorableness of it!

Whether it would be through the Hello Kitty bracelet you decided to wear that day or the Miffy the Rabbit keychain you kept in your bag & the cute accessories you decorated your bag with, you always made sure that you were cute.

• “Pink pens, pink poach, pink pencils, pink sellotape, pink eraser and a pink ruler? Damn, you’re OBSESSED!” Gojo exclaimed as he looked through your bag to know more about you for the textbook you borrowed. “Are you getting your damn book or snooping through my stuff? Return them back into the pouch.” You scolded, throwing him a side eye as you re-did your lipgloss. “A fucking pink iPad set.” “...let me get your damn book myself.”

• “Aww, Gojo. That's for me? You questioned him when he pulled out the My Melody plushy from the Sanrio Store bag he carried and gave it to you. “Of course. You like the brand and we did a pretty good mission today, so why not treat you?” He answered, smiling brightly as he took in the smile that adorned your features. “Thank you so much! I love it!” You responded and hugged him tightly. “What do you want me to get you?” You asked as you looked at the menu in front of you. Gojo recommended this cafe to you but you never got an opportunity to visit it until the current moment. “Nothing. You know I love treating you.” He responded, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I know, but I want to treat you too. You spoil me so damn much whenever you visit”. You said, looking through the menu for something he seemed like he would love. “That’s because I love y- treating you so damn much!” Gojo quickly changed his wording, a pitch in his sentence, a bit shocked. You caught onto it and side-eyed him. “Hmm? What was that?” You smirked, placing your hand atop his, watching with amusement as a blush adorned his face as he looked back and forth between your eyes and your hand. His blue orbs always looked wonderful and you couldn't help but get lost in the spiking gaze they always seemed to have on you. You always felt as though they had the ability to see the innermost and outermost parts of you as they took in every single detail of yours.

You fell for the young man as well, always hoping that you could feel him for even longer than was to occur. Your time with him was limited, obviously as you both had different responsibilities and had to get back to them right after missions. You couldn't confess your feelings for him and you knew he couldn't embrace you further that he already did. You were both sorcerers. Any romantic feelings or persuasions between the both of you was delusional as you knew the thin thread of life that hung you both over the abyss of death.

“You’re adorable, Gojo.” You sighed with a somber smile on your face and took your hand off of his and looked back at the menu. A slight look of sadness appeared in his eyes as though he knew why you didn't go further and sighed as he idly held a packet of sugar. “Something with chocolate”. He beamed after a moment, knowing that you would not stop berating him until he let you treat him. “Thank you.” You thanked and smiled at him for a moment before going back to looking at the menu, the smile not leaving your complexion.

• You walked into Jujutsu High, wearing a pink suit dress that went below the knee, diamond earrings that had a pink tint, pearl necklace, pink purse & pink heels.

You were not an eyesore, that's for sure. You looked great! The outfit coordinated and the glow your body radiated in the environment could blind people!

You were both adults now but it's clear that there were just some parts of you that would never change.

“New teacher?” He asks Nanami, chuckling as he watches you walk into Principle’s office with a skip in your step. “She’s getting the job, that's for sure.” Gojo smiled, visibly excited to welcome you to their institution. “How are you so sure of that?” Nanami questioned, rolling his eyes at Gojo’s happiness as he imagined what mischief he could be cooking up there for you.

“Trust me. With the grace she has, there’s no one better”.

• “You've got a really nice look on you now.” Gojo complimented, his eyes wondering up and down on your form with a smirk on his features. “I know right? More mature but with the same touch I’ve always had”. You responded, an equal smirk on your features as you took in the charmer before you. Gosh, he was still so dashing. “You haven't lost even a bit of the cuteness you've always had, Gojo.” You responded, smirking as a slight blush appeared on his face but the smirk he adorned never left it. “Trying to charm me, aren’t you?” “You started it. Guess, I'm just playing the game better than you?” “Better than me? I'm the greatest! I'll just have to show you how much of a damn great charmer I am.”

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 9, Part 9

Reece comes for a quick stay over and Kelly's first day of high school does not go well.

CW: Unicorn zombie with minor carton gore, mentions of dysphoria

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

The birthday party has ended but there’s someone arriving.

Deanna: Reece? What are you doing here

Reece: Isn’t it obvious? My best friend got dumped. I’m here to make sure you don’t slide into a depressive rut

Deanna: Thanks but what about Samir

Reece: Trust me, he’s capable of surviving a day without me. Now where’s the food? And we can talk about that no good Paris

The pair grab some leftover mac and cheese and head to the patio.

Reece: Have I been blind or did you get a tan

Deanna: It’s the new me, finally looking Italian like the rest of my family now

Calista: So here’s your gift from me

Kelly: A locust?

Calista: There was a plague of them, figured that sounded like a bug you would like

Kelly: Grazie ma

Calista: The gift from your pa is on the porch

Kelly goes out and sees a new teen sized bike waiting for him. Excitedly he hops on and sets off to speed down his favourite hills

After eating Reece and Deanna head out to the nature beside the house. They both love the outdoors so feel more comfortable surrounded by nature than indoors.

Deanna: Can I ask you a serious question

Reece: Of course

Deanna: What do you love about Samir? Something you love that’s not what he looks like or how you look after him?

Reece: Oh, we’re going deep then. Well there’s a bunch related to the stuff you said but separate from that… *smiles* easy, his dedication. He goes after things with his whole heart and doesn’t give up when he comes across hurdles. *laughs* Actually do you know back in high school he’d arrive two hours before the doors got unlocked to run football drills on the field?

Deanna: Dang, when did he sleep

Reece: But of course am in love with his biceps to. And really… we look after each other more than just me looking after him, or the other way around

Deanna: *sighs* Paris said that I was in love with what she was, not who she was. She said I loved that she was an orphan that I could look out for and protect, because she asked me what I asked you and I didn’t have an answer

Reece: You didn’t?

Deanna: No. I’ve been thinking since and… maybe she was right. I loved that she was a cute blonde who was somehow shorter than me. Helping her made me feel good about myself. Did I love her? Did I even know what made her different from any other short blonde out there?

Reece: From the outside you seemed smitten but De… only you know the answer to that. Do you miss her

Deanna is silent for a while, but Reece knows she'll speak when she's figured out what she wants to say.

Deanna: Honestly… not as much as I thought I would

(her sad moodlet lasted a single afternoon it was weird)

Deanna: Maybe it was for the best that she left. I shouldn’t blame her for being the first one to see my heart wasn’t in it

The two lie quietly for a while, watching the clouds change colour in the sunset and smelling the sea on the breeze.

Reece: Look on the bright side. Now you get to go out there and find new women to woohoo

Deanna: Hmm, I suppose I can take your share

Reece: Deal, you have the tacos and I’ll have the sausage

Both of them spend the next few minutes giggling to themselves. They’ve been friends for most of their lives, being together remains easy no matter how complex life gets. After a while Reece pulls Deanna to her feet and they head inside so Deanna can do her university homework.

Kelly wakes up early the next morning, anxious to get ready for his first day of high school even if the watcher will not be accompanying him. He’s started feeling embarrassed about his new teenage body, like it doesn’t fit right. Trying to bush it off he decides to do a dance workout after breakfast. Workouts always seem to make his parents feel good about themselves.

Unfortunately school was rocky. Kelly got in two separate fights and his principal said he would be stood down for a day. Kelly knew his pa would also get a call so rather than head home after the last bell he opted to swing by Atlas’ house.

Atlas: Stupid rain. We could have gone for a bike ride

Kelly: There’s been a lot of stupid today

They head in and while Atlas has some chores Kelly decides to pass the time talking to Atlas’ mum Celeste. She is pretty dubious of him and his evil antics, especially since Atlas got the good trait on age up.

Celeste: Did you two enjoy your first day

Kelly: So many new sims to tor- get to know. And teachers

Celeste: How did you find it Atlas

Atlas: Fine but Kelly was the best entertainment all day

Celeste: Oh?

Kelly: Just a few scraps, no big deal. It's not like anyone had to go to hospital

Atlas: You’ll need to sell it better than that to your lawyer pa

Celeste: Hmm. Better catch that loading screen Kelly. You don’t want the rain to glitch anything

Atlas mouths an apology while Kelly shrugs and tries to look unbothered.

Aaron: Care to explain?

Kelly: It wasn’t my fault! Well, not completely

Aaron: Kelly, we know you have an evil side. We accept it. Per favore, can you be honest with me caro

Kelly: Fine. I was having some trouble in English and this kid beside me, Roger, said I looked like I was dyslexic and laughed so I pulled his chair out from under him. He punched me after that so I hit him back

Aaron: And the second fight

Kelly: *sighs* they split the boys and girls for the health lesson. At lunch I asked Anya what she learned and some girl thought I was being a creep for asking so I stomped on her foot. She wailed and told the duty teacher I’d attacked her

Aaron: *sighs* I see. Grazie for telling me what happened

Kelly: Am I grounded pa

Aaron: Personally I think a day stood down from school is plenty enough punishment. Education is important, it’s stupid to take it away as a punishment

Deanna: So you crashed and burned on your first day? Rough luck

Kelly: Shut up. At least…

Deanna: No comeback?

Kelly: I think I want to talk to Joey

Deanna: *laughs* careful or someone will accuse you of loving your family

Kelly sighs in indignation but calls Joey who is happy to come around and chill (he’s a bro, chilling is what he does best)

Joey: There’s Rocky!

Kelly: There’s who

Joey: Nevermind, clearly before your time. What did you want to chat about

Kelly: I got in some fights today

Joey: Okay and? Because to be honest bro I figured you would

Kelly: I’ve been feeling off since becoming a teen

Joey: We all do, it takes time to adjust. It'll pass

Kelly: I don’t think so

Joey: What makes you think that

Kelly: In health class they were talking about everything puberty does to us and our pixel parts and it just... felt wrong. Like I don’t want any of it to happen to me!

Joey: So you don’t want to be a grown human? You want to be in a kid body forever?

Kelly: I do want to be grown! I just… don’t want to be a grown man

Joey: Oh… I’m a dolt for not realising what you meant, sorry!

Kelly: I was talking to Anya about what the girls learned and honestly, I wish I’d been born a girl so I could go through that instead. Don't laugh but... I want to be a woman one day

Joey: Okay. You were clearly born a girl though if that's what you feel

Kelly: What? My parts aren't-

Joey: *sighs* Someone just got your code wrong on the physical side. Glitches happen all the time. Come here sis, it’ll be fine

Kelly always had a feeling her older brother was open minded but it was nice to have confirmation. As he wrapped her in his arms she felt herself relax a bit. Maybe things wouldn’t be so tough?

(They won’t be Kelly! I pinky promise you this is a transphobia free save!)

Hi, me popping in! I'd just like you to know that Kelly rolled being trans all by herself when she aged up! It was zero percent planned but I am super excited for developing her story. It will be a big change, just like Onyx being non-binary, so please don't beat yourself up if you accidentally misgender my evil bean in a comment while your brain switches her pronouns. Hopefully it can be practice for all of us, and will help us make pronoun switches more easily in the real world. Obviously if you purposely misgender her you should stop following me because I'm not interested in nonsense like that.

Final comment, she will absolutely still be evil. Her next bit of story will be more focused on her gender rather than her terrorising the populace, but you can expect she's still going to be her. So if you go swimming in Tartosa, don't wear polka dots.

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[archiveikemen]

Harrison Gray Main Story: Chapter 6

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Every day, I would type out the things I learnt about Harrison.

Holding my regular report in my hand, I knocked on the door to Victor’s office in the palace…

< time skip >

Victor: His favourite drink is strawberry flavoured milk, his hobby is reading mystery novels, and…

Kate: … My apologies. The report turned out to seem more like an observation journal.

Victor: Don’t feel sad, Kate. Harrison doesn't often let others know what's in his heart.

Victor: This is still a very valuable resource, I’ll be continuing to count on you as a fairytale writer.

Although Victor said that, I still thought that it would've been much more helpful had I written about the “curse”.

(Asking Harrison directly about his curse might be the best option.)

(But seeing as it’s Harrison we’re talking about, he won't tell me about it so easily.)

I thought of the way Harrison often used the word “recompense”.

(If I want something from him, I need to have a way to recompense him for it. So if I want information from Harrison—)

…

That night, I left Crown’s castle, crossed the drawbridge and travelled through the dense forest…

I went to the palace’s library.

(Wow, there are so many books here.)

The books filling every wall to capacity made the place look like a forest of books.

– Flashback Start –

Liam: Where will Harry be tonight? Hmm, Harry occasionally leaves the castle on his own all of a sudden.

Liam: He seems to go to the palace’s library often, though.

– Flashback End –

As I walked down the moonlit hallway while looking for Harrison, the smell of mint tickled my nose.

(Ah… I see him.)

Harrison was listlessly reading a thick book.

Kate: Harrison.

Harrison: …? Oh, it’s you.

Harrison: What’s the matter, following me all the way to a place like this?

Kate: Um…

Harrison: Hmmm… you want me to tell you about my curse, isn’t it? I’m not going to tell you so easily~

Kate: Of course I’m not expecting to get the information for free.

Kate: If I want something, I have to offer something suitable in exchange for it… right?

There was a testing look in his mint coloured eyes.

Harrison: So you’re going to give me something in return for that information, huh.

Harrison: Can I decide what I get in return?

Kate: Yes. Oh, but please don't ask for the impossible.

(I can’t afford to give him anything that costs a lot of money. I don't have any money…)

Harrison: In that case, you.

Kate: What.

Harrison: My compensation, Kate. I want you.

Kate: Y-You’re teasing me again. This is where you say “yeah, that was a lie”, right?

Harrison: Hmm, you think so?

He reached out his hand and held my wrist before pulling me closer.

(Whoa…!)

Seated in his chair, Harrison stared at me. The distance between us was so close that our breaths were touching.

Harrison: It’s only the two of us here. One more pull on your hand and I can kiss you already.

Harrison: … I can do more than that too, of course. In a situation like this, it’s impossible for me to keep my hands off.

His mint coloured eyes had me captivated, feeling as if my breath had been taken away.

I immediately put my hands on Harrison’s chest and tried pushing him away—

Harrison: … Just kidding.

Kate: Huh…?

Harrison: Giving yourself as a reward isn’t worth it. It’s no fun to eat you when you’re being so serious.

He wore a meaningful smile, and my cheeks were beet red from the embarrassment.

(... As expected, he’s being mean.)

Kate: That’s right, I’m not particularly delicious to eat either. So please pick something else as a reward.

Harrison: Pfft, you said that yourself.

Harrison: Well then, I want you to help me with my proofreading work, in exchange for the information you want.

Kate: Proofreading…

Harrison: There are many things that need to be done before a book can be published. I’ll always welcome some extra help.

There was definitely a lot of hard work involved in the process of making books that will entertain people.

Helping writers deliver their books that convey their thoughts and feelings was in a way similar to my old job as a postwoman.

Kate: Gladly. I’ll do my utmost best to help create a good book.

Harrison: We have a deal, then.

Harrison: — So, what do you want to know?

Harrison signalled with his eyes for me to sit down, and so I sat next to him.

Kate: Every member of Crown has their own special abilities, right? For example, William's ability is—

– Flashback Start –

William: “Come here, poor little robin.”

(What the… why is this happening!? I can’t stop…!!)

– Flashback End –

Kate: He can make people obey his commands. Liam’s ability is to disappear, right?

Harrison: Yeah, that guy sometimes disappears on purpose to surprise me. It’s annoying.

Kate: Roger has extraordinarily good hearing. I think that everyone’s ability is unique to themselves, but—

Kate: I still don't know what your ability is.

I had never seen Harrison use his curse’s ability.

Harrison: I’ve used my ability on you several times, though?

Kate: Wait, really? But I don't remember having experienced that before…

Harrison: What do you think my ability is? Try to guess.

(I’ve seen him surrounded by women quite a few times…)

Kate: Is your ability being a great flirt? You seem to be quite the charmer.

Harrison: Are you saying that you’re attracted to me?

Kate: N-No!

Harrison: I’ll show you the correct answer.

Harrison: Tell me something that's a lie mixed with truths. I’ll expose that lie.

(Expose the lie…?)

Harrison changed his posture to look me straight in the eyes with his mint coloured eyes.

(A lie mixed with truths.)

(I lived on the second floor of a bakery, so…)

Kate: I worked as a postwoman, I lived on the second floor of a confectionery shop. And my favourite music is—

I told Harrison about how I used to live, only lying to him about my place of residence.

Once I was done talking, he narrowed his eyes…

Harrison: The part where you said that you “lived on the second floor of a confectionery shop” is a lie, correct?

Kate: Correct.

Kate: How did you know?

Harrison: “Here”.

Harrison pointed at his mint coloured eyes.

Harrison: My curse’s ability allows me to tell whether a person is lying or telling the truth, just by making eye contact with them.

(He knows when someone is lying. I see…)

Kate: So that’s why you could identify the lie amongst the truths.

Harrison could see through the other party’s lies, but there was no way for them to see through his lies.

His ability was perfect for deceiving people… perhaps that was why it was called the “Fox Curse”.

Harrison: I mean, it's not exactly a very pleasant ability.

Kate: Why do you say so?

Harrison: No one likes it when what's on their mind is divulged without their consent. There are lies they tell that they don't want to be exposed.

Harrison: Some lies are better off left unknown.

It felt like Harrison’s eyes had become as dark as a moonless night.

Exposing lies that weren't intended to be revealed was essentially the same as knowing about lies he didn't want to.

It meant having to accept all the things he didn't need to know, things he didn't have to be hurt by.

(And that leads to him suffering a lot of pain and sorrow, doesn't it?)

But everything I just thought of was only my imagination, I couldn't truly understand everything Harrison felt.

I didn't want to act as if I understood, so I acted as cheerful as I could.

Kate: Then, that means if I lie and act tough in front of you, you’ll see right through me!

Kate: It does feel better knowing that there’s no point in trying to look good in front of you anymore.

Harrison: …

Harrison: Well, in your case, I can easily tell just by looking at your face. You’re so foolishly honest that I don't even need to use my ability to see through your lies, you know?

Harrison: However, this ability isn't anything particularly powerful.

Harrison: Although I’m able to know whether someone is lying, I can’t always tell what kind of lies they’re telling.

(That means…)

Kate: You knew someone was lying when you saved me back then at the casino.

Kate: But you didn’t know “what kind of lie” they were telling… is that right?

Harrison: Yeah. I could ask a few clever questions to narrow down the possible truths, but that would make me suspicious.

Harrison: That’s why it’s important to observe and study the other party before acting.

Kate: Observe, study, act…

Harrison: This is the basic principle the detectives in mystery novels follow. Even Holmes does.

(Knowing that in theory is a different challenge from putting that into action. Observe, study, act… okay, got it.)

I noticed that Harrison was staring at me while I mentally repeated those words.

(...?)

Harrison: I have the Fox Curse. I’ll definitely lie to you over and over again in the future.

Harrison: But you can still expose my lies, even though you don't have any special abilities.

Harrison: Someday, you’ll be able to.

(Me seeing through Harrison’s lies… will there come a day that happens?)

That felt like something that was still very far away, I let out a wry smile in spite of myself.

Kate: Well then, will you reward me when I do?

Harrison: Yeah, only if you can?

…

After parting ways with Harrison, I went back to Crown’s castle with my steps feeling lighter than usual.

(I feel like I learnt a lot about Harrison tonight. The ability to expose lies, hm…)

(Huh…? But, if that’s the case, then… he must've seen through all the lies I’ve told him so far.)

– Flashback Start –

Harrison: Are you disappointed that I’m not here for you?

Kate: I’d never feel disappointed over such a thing.

Harrison: Hmm.

Harrison: … Seriously, you’re terrible at lying.

– Flashback End –

That meant Harrison knew I was lying back then.

(I mean…)

Kate: I was indeed disappointed, but not in that way!

Kate: Oh gosh…

I was so embarrassed, I had my head in my hands.

…

In the library after Kate left, Harrison muttered to himself.

Harrison: “Someday, you’ll be able to expose my lies”... huh.

He reached his hand towards the bottom of a large stack of thick books meant for proofreading, and pulled out a piece of paper.

Harrison: … A bit rich coming from me when I’m covered in lies.

The words on the piece of paper Harrison pulled out were—

“Confidential Document: Crown Activity Report”

…

I was getting ready in the morning when my designated maid, Maria, knocked on my room door holding a bouquet of flowers.

I wrote down in pen and paper, asking her about the flowers. Maria picked up the pen and responded.

She wrote, “I bought them from a florist. They looked beautiful, so I bought you some”.

I bowed my head at Maria, who went to arrange the flowers.

I gradually found out that everyone working at Crown’s castle was deaf.

It was to prevent Crown’s secrets from being leaked, and also to protect the staff’s lives from knowing those secrets.

Victor told me that it was to protect both parties.

(Victor didn't say it openly, but this arrangement might have also been for the sake of providing them with employment…)

There was a deep rooted inequality in England that couldn't easily be buried, evil would never truly disappear forever.

As if to comfort me from that unreasonable and harsh reality, the flowers displayed by my room window bloomed beautifully.

…

I made my way to the dining room, and saw that there were usually few people eating.

Liam: Oh, good morning, Kate. Look, Harry poured so much honey on his scones.

Harrison: It’s not that big of a deal. Everyone has their own preferences.

Liam: I’m not going to bother about you if your body becomes round and girls don't start squealing at the sight of you anymore.

Harrison: I don’t care, I’m not trying to be popular.

Liam: Wow, that’s mean.

I couldn't help but smile at the way the two friends were bickering. Then, I heard someone click his tongue in annoyance.

Jude: Enough with your yapping, you’re being a nuisance. Can’t you see I’m trying to read the newspaper?

Liam: I saw, but whatever. You’re just gathering information for your work at the trading company. Good job being a hard worker since morning, Jude.

Jude: What's with that sarcasm? If you’ve got the time for that meaningless chattering, why don't you read the newspaper too?

(If my memory serves me right, Jude is the President of a trading company.)

An image of Jude threatening and intimidating me formed in my head, I quickly popped that thought bubble.

Harrison: Well, it's important to know the information that’s been made public.

Kate: Are you saying that there’s information not publicly released…?

Harrison: Yeah. If you’re asking about whether all of Crown’s missions end up in the newspapers, the answer is no.

Harrison: … And besides, the police might also be deliberately hiding certain things, but who knows?

Harrison: By the way, Jude. I need to ask you about something.

[selsieeeo]

Tell me a Story

Inspired by @llondonfog post and the comment section of that post of Silver being Lilia’s original son 500 years ago but lost him due to the war that happened between Briar Valley and a neighbouring human kingdom. He finds him again 500 years later reborn as an abandoned human child and names him Silver and takes him in.

“What’s true Malleus?” he asked.

“I heard rumours that you used to have a son,” Malleus answered.

Ah, that.

Lilia hummed sadly. “Well, I shouldn’t be hiding the truth from the crown prince now should I?”

“Is it true?” The dragon fae prodded again.

Lilia only could pause before answering, saddened at the reminder that he used to have a son. “Yes. It is true. I did use to have a son.”

“What happened to him?” The younger fae asked.

“Hmm…you know, he would be older than you and you would have an older brother,” Lilia said teasing him.

The crown prince huffed. “That didn’t answer my question.”

Lilia stared at him and Malleus saw for a second a hint of sadness behind those blood-red eyes before he hid the sadness. “Why don’t I tell you a story?”

‘Once upon a time, there was a vampire. He was a cautious creature but had recently been blessed with something.

A child.

He adored his child so much. Even as a vampire, he was usually alone but now he had a son by his side to keep him company.

Then the vampire was called away. It was to assist in a war between a human kingdom and the fae kingdom he lived in. He went away leaving his son behind, promising him that he’ll come back.

As the war waged on, the vampire became one of the most decorated war generals and was hailed as a hero.

One day as the war continued to wage on, he went home briefly to visit his son.

One mustn’t forget that you will make many enemies during a war.

The vampire forgot.

When he returned home, he found his home burnt to a crisp. And what of his son? He found his son dead, impaled by a spear covered in iron.’

The young dragon fae widened his eyes as he made a realization of what happened to his mentor’s son.

Lilia could only nod sadly as he was reminded of the events that separated him from his son forever.

The fae general had just returned to his home to visit his son before he was whisked away by war. What he hadn’t expected was his home collapsed sustaining burns. He could only stare in shock for a few seconds before rushing in when he realized his son was most likely still in there.

He searched nonstop in the pile of burnt wood and broken furniture desperate to find his beloved son.

Then he finally found him. Not in a state that he would like him to be.

He uncovered the last of the fallen debris that was covering his son. The first thing he saw was the spear impaling his son. The spear was covered in iron.

His heart dropped.

“No…no…no…” Lilia muttered. He felt himself going into a state of shock to see his fallen son in a state like this.

He took the spear impaling his son, giving himself small burns and cradled his child in his arms.

He felt tears falling down his face. Strange. he did rarely cry. He continued to cry as the reality that his son was dead finally hit him.

Soon later on he would build a grave for his son. As he stared at the buried body, he said. “I’ll find you again. Be it five hundred years or even one thousand.” His voice cracked. “My beloved son, I know we will meet again.”

“Papa that’s such a sad story.” Silver said with a frown.

“Perhaps it was.”

“Do you think the father and son finally met each other again?” his son asked.

“...perhaps they did.”

“Then they’re living a very happy life then.” Silver concluded happily.

Lilia thought back to when he found Silver. An abandoned human baby alone in the woods. He stared at the child of man until he opened his eyes. They were an auroral colour. He recognized those eyes anywhere. His son five hundred years ago had only one difference from him. That difference was his eyes, they weren’t a blood-red colour but an auroral colour.

Lilia smiled at his human son. “Yes, they are very happy.”

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

A Harrowing Childhood

The King, his knights, and his Warlock, are gathered together like they usually are, and a normal, reminiscent conversation turns horrifying.

TW: Severe child abuse, child death/murder. Drowning, burning, animal cruelty, emotional/physical neglect and abuse. This is VERY graphic, especially in the animal cruelty and nightmare department, but also just in everything else. Bad Hunith :(

Merlin had joined in plenty when they, they being himself, The King, and Sirs Lancelot, Elyan, Leon, Gwaine, Percival, and Mordred, had settled around the campfire, but as the night had gone on and topics had changed, he’d retreated in on himself a little. He doesn’t seem sad, he’s still invested, chuckling along to silly anecdotes and gently laughing at embarrassing stories, but he doesn’t contribute, barely having said a word in the hour that they’d been speaking about their childhoods.

Instead, he absent-mindedly plays with his magic. It’s still a novelty to the Warlock, to not have to hide his golden eyes, to be able to wave his hand just above his lap and feel the ripples of magic rushing through his sedentary fingers, as if he’s dipping his hand in the water whilst riding a fast moving boat. The others, if they look, will probably assume he’s just messing with the colours occasionally swirling in the campfire, or the leaves rustling at their feet in the intermittent breeze; he is doing those things, though it’s more of an involuntary shiver as he gently encourages his magic to encompass his charges whilst they converse. He focuses on their heartbeats, the blood rushing through their veins, their pulses, the tapping of their feet, the ever so slight creaking of bones and stretching of skin, muscles, tendons, as they move.

Normally, Merlin does this in high stress situations: during a fight, during important meetings, during planning sessions before a dangerous excursion. He’s so very unused to hearing their heartbeats, one at the tip of almost every finger, so calm and slow and relaxed. He doesn’t wonder, at least not beyond the initial thought and almost immediate onslaught of rather unwelcome memories, why he’s decided now of all times to check in with them. It would seem that talk of childhoods and parents and trouble and punishments needles away at his skin until he knows for certain that each and every one of his friends is happy and serene.

He thought he’d been paying attention, but apparently not, because it takes Arthur—sat next to him with barely an inch of space between them—bumping their shoulders together for him to realise that Gwaine had asked him a question:

“...Merlin?”

The Warlock slams his hand back down to his lap as his mind is shot back into his skull, like the rope pulling his thoughts away had given way under the stress and, instead of slowly fraying, had snapped all in one go; his lips twitch upwards slightly when he hears Arthur huffing an amused laugh from besides him:

“Uh... what, sorry?”

Gwaine snorts and everyone else rolls their eyes and lets out gentle laughs as Merlin’s cheeks pinken. Gwaine repeats his question, his voice extra teasing:

“What about you? How was your childhood?”

Merlin blinks a couple of times as his blush deepens, but at yet another nudge from Arthur, he clears his throat and shakes his head, looking away:

“Oh, nothing worth reporting. I was a rural commoner, so it’s all a bit of... a bit of a downer, really.”

He knows he didn’t have it that bad, knows everything that happened was probably slightly rarer than normal, but Merlin himself is far rarer than is considered normal so... hmm. The way he behaved with his magic as a child... he should probably be grateful for the lessons and warnings he received, others would not have been so lucky. Still, he’s not entirely sure he wants to bring the mood down.

Elyan pipes in next:

“Come on, surely your mum told you what you were like as a toddler at least? Those are the most fun years!”

Merlin’s shoulders tense at the mention of his mother, but they’re... they’re doing good, recently. They write to each other regularly, she’s stopped hugging him so tight he can’t breath, she trusts him to take care of himself, for the most part. He forces himself to relax, and when he notices Arthur’s sudden, almost worried attentiveness at his hesitation, he counts his inhales and exhales in his head, to make sure they’re steady and regular:

“Uh... not really. I was kind of a naughty kid I guess, got punished a lot. Didn’t get out much when I was young because I was sick all the time.”

Merlin has ideas in his head, bumping about in the miniscule cracks and holes and gaps in his skull, about how kids, even hungry peasant kids, shouldn’t be so sick that often, that constantly. The more often those ideas escape their confines and settle in the forefront of his mind, the more he thinks about the fact that he was so sickly he couldn’t leave the house until he, coincidentally, could control his magic better. He thinks about how mum started cooking whatever meat they could get their hands on for longer, when he was that little bit older.

A part of him knows that he deserved all that he got, the food and worse, but he also knows that there’s no way of explaining that thoroughly without painting himself as a victim of his mother. His friends... they like his mum. He likes his mum! It wouldn’t be fair to accidentally trick them into thinking it was all way worse than it really was.

The Warlock keeps the cheeky grin on his face, coy enough that he hopes they get the hint and leave it be. Fat chance, especially with the paranoid natures of Arthur, and Gwaine, and Leon, and Lancelot, and... all of them, really. Gwaine, in the end, is the one to chime in. His tone is playful, but there’s a lining of worry hidden just below the surface; Merlin wonders what he’s so worried about when he pushes his question:

“Fine then, what.... what was the worst thing you did, and the worst punishment you got?”

Leon doesn’t scowl disapprovingly at the other knight, and Arthur doesn’t smirk in the hopes that he’s about to hear something potentially embarrassing that he can hold against Merlin later. The Warlock just rolls his eyes as memories once again flood his mind:

“Uh... I guess that would be when I was... nine? Maybe? I was a small kid so I might’ve been a bit older, I can’t really remember. I was using my magic too much, Will had already seen, and even though he promised not to tell it made my mum... panicky. She’d been trying for years to... discourage me, to get me to learn how to control it. I was finally getting there, the punishments she was giving me were pretty... persuasive, but instead of pushing it down, I used it more. She got real angry one evening, but I think she was more scared than angry, really. There had been sightings of Camelot knights coming further and further over the border, they were barely a mile away from the village the night before, and she saw me making colours in the hearth.-”

The group of knights around him are staring at him raptly, tensely, as if they're awaiting some sort of disaster to strike within the story. They are, Merlin supposes, but they asked for his worst punishment, so they’re going to get it; if it weirds them out then that’s on them for pushing. Merlin smirks a little internally, but only in a subconscious effort to forget how cold and on edge he feels:

“-She tied my hands together with rope, so I couldn’t wave them about anymore, and when it was darker she took me down to the river. It took us hours to get there, because she wanted to get further downstream. I thought it was just... I thought it was her way of apologising, for being so angry. We’d been stargazing before, so I thought... She started crying when I asked her if that was what we were doing, I guess I should’ve known it wasn’t that.-”

He chuckles a little and shakes his head, before shrugging his mouth and continuing, entirely unaware of the ice cold horror making its way through through his companions’ veins; they all hope to God they don’t know where this is going:

“-Anyway. Once we’d gotten far enough, she uh... she dropped the bag she’d been carrying. It was late Autumn, and I, like I said, I was a small kid, so I was freezing, and I asked her how long we were going to be, and she just... I don’t know. She cried more, and she couldn’t look at me. She told me to close my eyes, that we were going to play a a game and everything would be fine and finished soon enough. She... uh-”

Everyone’s focus is on what was in the bag, on why Hunith had wanted to go so far downstream, on the reason for her crying, her avoidance of eye contact, her promise of a coming end. Merlin’s voice is low and slow, and he knows he’s being a little silly, there’s no need to be all dramatic after all, this sort of thing happens all the time in Essetir. He’s the outlier here:

“-I could feel her tying my ankles, and, uh, I could hear her crying still, but then she picked me up with one arm. I thought it was part of the game, and she swung me around and I laughed and wriggled, she just... I don’t know, it felt like she was struggling to walk, like I was too heavy for her, but I know I was a small kid. She laughed too, but I could also feel her crying at the same time. She sang to me for a bit, and then she told me to... she told me to keep breathing no matter what, to not hold it in, to just keep breathing.-”

Merlin’s gaze is stuck solidly to the fire, and he doesn’t notice the sudden silence in the forest around him. No owls hoot, no foxes dig, no beetles rustle, no wind rushes through the trees; likely a reaction to the emotions swirling in his chest and leaking out through his fingertips, a painful mix of fear and love that anyone else would be horrified by. He also doesn’t notice the way Arthur mutters his name, rough and painful, as he gathers the Warlock’s cloak in his hands. It’s been a sort of comfort blanket, over the years, where Arthur hasn’t been able to hold Merlin’s hand or ask for a hug, he’s always been able to angle himself just right so he can run his hands through the soft fabric he’d gifted his servant after a year’s service:

“-Then she dropped me in. It was... there was an overhang, so I fell for a second or two before I hit the water, but it was deep, really deep. Or at least it felt deep to me, I... I was small. I... it hurt,-”

Arthur abandons his grip on the cloak in favour of just taking one of Merlin’s hands as the other absent-mindedly rubs at his chest. The King says his name again, and the contact and sound put together jolts the Warlock out of what was obviously a very deep memory:

“Merlin...-”

He looks up at his King with a raised eyebrow and a slight smile; Arthur’s face crumples even further at the thought that Merlin doesn’t... doesn’t see a problem with this. His own father had been... strict, distant, heavy handed even, on occasions, but Arthur was never hurt outside of training, and the previous King had always come running when his son had a nightmare, at least before he had hit his tenth year. Arthur clears his throat, and without a glance to his equally as distraught knights, he nods for Merlin to continue:

“-Go... go on. How did you... what happened next, Merlin?”

Merlin’s eyebrow raises further at the lack of insult or teasing, but shrugs his shoulder and carries on:

“I... don’t really know. I just remember waking up filthy. I’d... dug myself out, I didn’t know where I was, just that I was still wet and cold, but also covered in mud. I wondered home. Took me a few days, because I got hopelessly lost, but I made it eventually. The whole village celebrated, mum had had them all out looking for me apparently, except in the woods to the East, instead of the River to the South West, which is where she’d taken me. She... it was odd. It was like part of her was overjoyed to see me, she cried so much, she wouldn’t let me out of her sight for weeks, wouldn’t let me near the water for months, but at the same time... she could barely look at me, like she was scared, terrified. A few years later I fell out the roof of the barn and went... uh, well, I went splat. Scared the shit out of Will, I’ll tell you. But yeah, we figure out then that I was some sort of immortal, but that didn’t matter really, I... I never let on that I’d remembered what she’d done, told everyone I just woke up in the woods, that my chest hurt a bit and I was starving but was otherwise ok. No one ever asked again, and I guess mum was... eager, to accept it. We...-”

His previously focused gaze fades into the middle distance, not noticing the tears falling slowly down each and every one of his friends’ cheeks:

“-We’re on better terms now that I can control my magic, she... she doesn’t get as scared or angry as she used to. I’d... like her to not know I remember, we... she’s proud of me now, proud of my magic and the way I use it.”

Merlin’s voice quietens on those last few words until there’s no sound coming from him at all, and Arthur, in the scratchy voice he uses only when he wakes from nightmares or witnesses a massacre of innocents, quietly murmurs to the man pressed close to his side:

“Merlin... your mum, she... she killed you. She drowned you, and... and then she buried you.”

Merlin nods absent-mindedly and hums, so caught up in his own thoughts that he’s completely oblivious to how horrified his friends are. Leon’s father had been strict and unloving, Gwaine’s step-father had a whip-sharp tongue, always available to crack out some cruel judgement or other, but even then, they’d never... no one else’s parents had tried to kill them, and certainly none of them had succeeded:

“Hmm. Yeah, I know. I try not to think about it really,-”

He looks up with a slight chuckle; it’s weak, but genuine, and confusion over whether perhaps they’d... misunderstood, based on Merlin’s reactions, crosses everyone’s minds:

“-but I don’t blame her, not really. It’s not like she hated me, she was just scared.”

Leon can’t help himself here, speaking up angrily, furiously, but still with tears on his cheeks:

“Scared?! Merlin, you were a child, and you were her child, what the hell was there to be scared of?”

Merlin just rolls his eyes, unaware of Gwaine taking Leon’s wrist and squeezing—a normally sure fire way to get the First Knight to calm down— as he continues with a smile:

“She wasn’t scared of me, come on, I was tiny and young and my magic wasn’t really that powerful back then. No, she was scared for me. Like I said, Uther’s knights were creeping closer and closer, probably trying to suss out whether they could steal some of Cenred’s land out from under his nose, or still looking for my father maybe. But being caught by Camelot knights meant death by pyre, even as a child, and the alternative? People were starting to get... curious, about the kid that had randomly appeared about a year previously, if any of them reported me to the guard... I told you want happens to sorcerers in Essetir. My mum... she just wanted to spare me, I guess. However painful drowning was, however much it hurt to swallow dirt from my own grave, anything is better than the pyre, anything is better that what Cenred would have done to me. She did the best she could.”

The silence rings out, louder than anything anyone could’ve said; everyone mentally reminds themselves of the painful conversation that had been had when Arthur demanded to know why Merlin would move to Camelot of all places, when everyone had first found out about his magic: “I’d have been enslaved, Arthur. Enslaved and tortured and brainwashed and forced into becoming a weapon. I’d rather burn, I’d rather drown.”. His words make more sense now than they had back then, in a gut churning way. It’s Elyan who replies first, perhaps thirty seconds after Merlin’s heartbreakingly truthful admission:

“No, Merlin. The best thing she could’ve done for you is left. It may have been difficult but... there are other Kingdoms out there that accept magic. Nemeth even takes refugees from Essetir, and formally Camelot as well, it’s why they’ve butted heads in the past. She... there were other options Merlin. She didn’t have to... to do that.”

No one is surprised that it’s Elyan—who’d always had a greater understanding of the world outside of Camelot, who’d always understood the ease, and sometimes necessity, of travel, who makes the blindingly obvious connection. Merlin just shrugs his shoulder again and sighs:

“She’d spent her entire life in Ealdor, you can’t blame her for not knowing that. She was frightened and desperate, I... I really don’t blame her.”

Leon, ever the most protective, has another retort on his lips, Gwaine’s grip on his wrist and Percival’s hand on his back having stopped working almost seconds after they’d appeared, but Mordred, the youngest, the only other there with magic of his own, beats him to it, asking in a quiet, teary voice:

“What did you mean when you said... when you said that you’d only appeared a year previously. I thought you’d lived in Ealdor your whole life?”

The others appear impressed, no one else had noticed Merlin’s odd choice of words, but the Warlock just smiles and nods his head, answering before anyone else can interrupt:

“Hmm. I had, but my mum... I was a sick kid, so I didn’t really... go out. At all, until I was... eight? Maybe? I don’t know, she didn’t want me to get sick by going outside, but I know she really just didn’t want anyone to find out about my magic, back when it was random and uncontrollable.”

The explanation is... terrifying, frankly, no one around the circle can imagine what it would’ve been like to be confined to one room for their first eight summers, with a woman whose only solution when fearing for the safety of her child... was to murder said child, and cover it up. Hunith had always seemed so... bright, loving, optimistic, wonderful. Perhaps she still scolds Merlin like he was a child, sometimes, perhaps... perhaps she hugs too tight, and sends letters that occasionally have Merlin’s shoulders tensing, and watches him like a hawk whenever they’re together, and waves whatever is in her hand towards him whenever he uses magic. Perhaps she... she isn’t as wonderful as they’d all thought. Perhaps none of them had noticed how... on edge, Merlin always seems around her. He claims not to blame her, claims not to be frightened of her, but... some things are unavoidable.

Arthur clears his throat and shuffles in his seat, aware that Merlin would become horribly confused and maybe even aggressively defensive if he started raving on about how horrific everything he just said is:

“Merlin... will you... will you tell us what else your mother did? To protect you, or to stop you from using your magic?”

Merlin is confused regardless, and looks to Arthur without hiding it:

“Does it... matter? I got off pretty light, in the grand scheme of things, and... and I’m here now, so does it really matter what happened when I was younger?”

Arthur gives him a tight smile, stroking a thumb over the back of Merlin’s still held hand as he responds:

“You... you’re right, you’re here now, and you’ll always be safe and free to use your magic with us, within Camelot.-”

Merlin squeezes his hand, as if it’s The King that needs comforting:

“-But will you just... humour us? What else did Hu... did your mother do to you?”

Merlin still seems confused, especially about the way Arthur stumbles over his mum’s name, but he smiles and nods hesitatingly through it:

“Yeah, I... sure, I guess. As long as you lot don’t take a page out of her book.”

He bumps shoulders with Arthur as he says, it, smiling even as the nerves creep into his words. Arthur shakes his head, quickly and determinedly, as he clenches his jaw, but it’s Lancelot, normally so composed, that responds almost argumentatively:

“Never. Merlin, we would never.”

The Warlock still seems confused, but he nods once more:

“... Ok... I mean it really wasn’t that... ok. She, uh... she yelled a lot at first, when I was really young, but that never really worked. My magic was wonderful, you know? I could help the fire burn hotter in winter, I could help the livestock and harvests, I could grow flowers already in the vase on the table. And sometimes I just really couldn’t help it, you know? I just... didn’t understand. So she would... uh, she would burn me, when she saw me using magic.-”

He rolls up his sleeves, muttering under his breath as his eyes flash a muted gold; a faded white ripple flows over his skin, revealing a patchwork of small, raised scars. They’re rectangular in shape, ranging from silvery to dark pink, and they cover the entire expanse of his forearm, going even further up under his sleeve, and down, with a few small ones on the back of his hand and fingers. He flexes his hand, and the others realise he likely hasn’t undone that spell in front of anyone in years. 

Arthur, who’d had to release Merlin’s fingers when he’d reached for his own arm, extends a shaking but gentle hand to pull the scarred arm towards him. Merlin goes with him easily, tensing at first, but relaxing and slumping into Arthur’s side as The King runs soft fingertips over the marred skin; he sighs, long and slow, likely in an effort to stop himself from crying in his despair (or screaming in rage). He slowly pulls the sleeve down again, under the careful watch of the knights and Merlin himself, before tucking the Warlock’s hand back between his own as the other man continues:

“-It got to the point where the poker was permanently in the fire. She cried for the first couple of weeks, whenever I made her do it,-”

The flinch at Merlin’s words could be seen going around the group as if a gale force wind had struck them, but he continues despite their grimaces:

“-but it’s like... like she got used to it, after a while, like it didn’t seem to bother her. She’d just get annoyed, worried. Though I suppose I got used to it too, really. Uh... she also... hmm. Oh! She also made me watch her decapitate all the chickens. We were poor, so we only had a few a year, the rest were kept for eggs or breeding, but... well, she always made me watch, and said that’s what would happen if I was caught. She once... uh...-”

He shuffles in his seat, and other than his earlier quietness, it’s the first sign of discomfort or distress he’s displayed since the beginning of the conversation. Arthur, with Merlin’s sweaty hand trapped between his own two palms, wonders what on earth, after everything, could Merlin be nervous about sharing, and Merlin, oblivious still to everyone’s horror, wonders if he should tell this bit, wonders if this might give the wrong impression of his mum to his friends:

“-she burnt one alive, put the metal guard up in front of the hearth and lit it whilst the chicken was in there. She... that only happened once, and I... I got real sick after, because I tried to hold my magic in.-”

Arthur really hadn’t thought anything else would surprise him, but he has to fight the instinct to scream and yell and hurl his sword at the closest tree as Merlin continues:

“-It was meant to be the same sort of lesson, that that would happen to me if I couldn’t learn to control my magic. There were also the bedtime stories,-”

He moves on from the topic as if he were regaling people with Gaius’ shopping list, and the others wipe their face clean of tears and clench their jaws to stop themselves form interrupting. They get the distinct feeling that... the more they let on about how angry and upset and horrified they are, the less Merlin will speak; he’s always hated upsetting them, after all:

“-they were pretty tame compared to the other stuff, to be honest, but they terrified me almost more than the poker, I think. They were always about monsters coming to steal me away in the night, to take advantage of me and my magic. Sometimes they were about being beheaded or burnt, but she dealt with that easily enough with the chickens. The stories were always about Cenred, about being cuffed and cut, over and over, about having my eyes plucked out so I couldn’t see and my fingers burnt so I couldn’t feel and my nose broken so I couldn’t smell and my tongue cut out so I couldn’t taste. She’d say that they’d leave my ears alone, so I could hear them telling me what to do, and if I didn’t, they’d hurt me more, until there was nothing left of me but a monster, just like them. They... I still have nightmares about them, every once in a while, amongst the other nightmares. I know I could beat anyone in Essetir’s army with my eyes closed, maybe even all at once on one of my best days, but Essetir’s colours... they still make me feel a little sick.”

His story is punctuated by the occasional little chuckle, a smirk on his face as though he were telling stories of childhood troublemaking—sweets before dinner, staying out after dark, saying a bad word—and none of his friends can understand just how he can describe what his mother did to him with such a loving and fond expression. Especially considering they know how explosively he’d react if anyone else around the campfire, or anyone else period, had been treated with such unending cruelty.

Once again, the silence is cutting, and when Merlin finally looks up from the fire to see pale and teary faces, his smile falls away to a concerned frown:

“Sorry, I know my childhood is a bit of a mood killer; it’s why I don’t bring it up much. I don’t get why you’re all that upset though? Other kids definitely had it worse.”

Arthur lets out a deep breath at his words, but gulps his outburst down as he tugs on Merlin’s hand, ever so gently, until the Warlock turns to look at him. When he sees The King’s tears his back straightens and his eyes become worried but sharp, ready to pounce on whatever or whoever had caused Arthur so much distress. Arthur just gives him a small, pained smile; it’s part true, at the fact that Merlin is so affected by Arthur being upset, but it’s mostly just so Merlin calms down and listens. Arthur has a feeling that it will take a lot of effort to convince Merlin that what happened to him, what his mother did, is not ok, magic or no:

“Merlin... that... none of that was ok. That was... that was horrific. You... you understand that? Don’t you? Your mother... she tried to kill you, when there were other options, and she hurt you, instead of taught you. Merlin... she...”

His mouth hesitates on the words and then gives up on them entirely, only managing a small shake of the head as Merlin’s jaw clenches. He tries to pull his hand away, but Arthur won’t let him go, and that just serves to make him more... frustrated:

“My mother loves me, and she did her best, Arthur. Who are you to decide otherwise? You don’t know what it was like growing up with magic, Essetir on one side and Camelot on the other. None of you do.”

No one can help but flinch back at the harshness in his eyes when he turns to look over them all, but it doesn’t deter Arthur as he pulls Merlin’s attention back to him:

“I know, Merlin. We could never understand, not really, but... but I know what abuse is, when I hear it.-”

Merlin looks taken aback at the A word, he knows what it is, and as a Physician he’s seen his fair share of it, but its introduction within this conversation, within this context, his context, causes him more confusion than anger. Arthur interrupts him before he can even begin to think of a retort:

“-and I also know that, if any one of us had said our parents treated us even half as... severely-”

He obviously has to hold himself back from saying badly, or cruelly, or abusively; Arthur knows he has to toe the line here, between making Merlin understand, and angering him:

“-you’d be furious. Merlin... you have magic, and your mother was scared, but she didn’t... she didn’t have to hurt you. That was... a choice, that she made.”

At first, anger fills Merlin’s eyes again, but Arthur can tell that it’s at the thought of any of his friends being treated the way he was treated. But then... then his eyes crinkle—and not as though he were smiling—and his mouth hangs open as he tries to speak. It takes him a few moments, but everyone stays silent, waiting for him as his face twitches between emotions:

“I... she didn’t... she didn’t want to, you... she didn’t want to hurt me, Arthur. She didn’t. She didn’t.”

Arthur frowns but nods, delicate, he thinks, this is delicate:

“I know, Merlin, I know, but it’s like... you know when I try to train you? I’m not... trying to hurt you, and you know that, you know that I never hurt you deliberately, it is always a genuine accident, if you get a bruise or something. The training happens because... well, because I care about you, and I want you to be safe, and I want you to be able to protect yourself. But in the course of your training, you shouldn’t be hurt. Training would be pointless if I just... spent the morning beating you to a pulp and then called it a day. You wouldn’t have learnt anything, see? You’d have just come out the other end... confused, and in pain. But you’d feel indebted to me because I’d tell you I’m helping you, but really, I’m not. You see?”

Merlin takes a moment, but it’s then that the tears begin to fall, slowly at first, as his breath begins to hitch. His words coming out in a raspy whisper, and Arthur has to take yet another of many deep, calming breaths as the Warlock eventually replies:

“She... had other options,-”

Arthur nods, just once:

“-besides hurting me...-”

Arthur nods again, gulping and blinking tears away as he does so:

“-But she... she didn’t mean it. It... it wasn’t deliberate.”

Arthur takes another breath, and bites his lip almost bloody for a moment as he reaches, ever so slowly, for Merlin’s sleeve. He pulls it up, and nods for Merlin to look down at the still free-from-magic scars:

“Look at your arm. And that’s not even the worst thing she did to you. Look at your arm, Merlin.”

It takes Merlin another moment, but he does look down, as the rest of the knights stare on. The first tear heavy enough to fall from his chin lands on one of the biggest scars, a deep red, raised, roughly shaped square on his inner wrist, and he mutters, barely loud enough for Arthur to hear:

“I don’t understand.-”

Arthur pulls the sleeve down again before using his free hand to lift Merlin’s chin:

“-I... she’s my mum.”

The King nods solemnly, but gives a weak smile nonetheless as Merlin sags even further into his hold:

“I know, and you... you don’t have to understand, not right now. We’ll... we can understand for you, we can take care of you, gently.”

Merlin’s response, a mouthed “ok” with no sound, with barely a breath of air, is the last thing said before he slowly rests his forehead on Arthur shoulder and cries. It’s quiet, soundless in a way that says he’s desperate to not attract attention, but Arthur holds him through it anyway; the other knights understand their cue and silently prepare the campsite for sleeping, erecting tents, gathering extra firewood for the night watches, and checking on the horses. They get it finished quickly, despite the massive effort to stay quiet, but by the time bed rolls are being pulled out of bags and stuffed into tents, Merlin has finally nodded off. He sleeps fitfully against Arthur’s chest, a furrow in his brow as he wordlessly murmurs to himself. With only one more glance to the still distraught patrol, Arthur scoops Merlin up bridal style, giving a nod of thanks to Percival when he holds their normal tent’s flap open for them.

~

It’s several months later when Hunith’s door swings open unexpectedly in the evening. She turns around with a jump, not sure whether to expect an unwanted intruder or simply a neighbour, but what she finds, is neither. King Arthur doesn’t even look at her before he turns his back, shutting the door behind him quietly.

She lets out a gentle but confused laugh as she drops the chopping knife she’d been holding onto the counter:

“My, Arthur, you scared the daylights out of me. Is Merlin with you??-”

It’s been a year since Merlin has visited, two since he’s visited with Arthur, but the only answer The King gives is in the tightening of his shoulders when she says her son’s name. Her son, he thinks, as fucking if.

“-My Lord?”

Arthur lets out a deep breath and turns around, Hunith only becoming more concerned at his severe face:

“No, actually, it’s just me this time, I’d hoped we might... clear some things up.”

She seems confused, but less panicked when Arthur hadn’t mentioned Merlin being hurt in anyway. Arthur has to fight away the urge to rage at her for daring to be grateful that he isn’t here with bad news:

“Where is he, then?”

The smile he gives her is tight and menacing as he takes a step forward, and though she resists, Hunith feels the need to take her own step back:

“With Elyan and Gwen. They requested his company whilst they visit their parents’ graves, and I thought it was a wonderful idea, encouraged them to go sightseeing as well, to the North, so they’ll be away from the city for a few days.”

The words he says have an innocent enough meaning, but Hunith catches something more in his tone of voice, and simply furrows her brows in confusion as Arthur takes another step forward:

“Is... is everything alright, Arthur? What’s wrong?”

It’s the motherly tone, the way she genuinely cares so deeply about Arthur’s well-being, Merlin’s well-being, that makes his skin crawl. He thinks he could deal with it more easily if she weren’t so genuine about it all, if she were faking it. He wanders casually over to the lit hearth, moving an already hot poker further into the roaring flames as he quietly, accusingly speaks:

“Merlin told me what you did,-”

She goes to respond, the confused “what?” on the tip of her tongue, but Arthur turns around and continues before she can say anything:

“-when he was eight. When you tied him down and drowned him. When you dug his grave and buried him in it and had the whole village looking for him in the wrong place.-”

Hunith freezes, her eyes wide and manic and her hands shaking:

“-He told me about the chickens, and the nightmares, and the bedtime stories. He told me about you making him think he was going to become a monster, he showed me the scars on his arms from the poker, and a few weeks later, when he was more comfortable and ready to talk about it more, he showed me the bigger ones on his back, from the belt, from the rope, from the stones. He even showed me the scars along one side of his tongue, from the gravel in his grave that cut up the inside of his mouth. And I’m sure that he’s got plenty more to tell me, to show me, that he’s trying desperately not to remember.”

Hunith can’t resist this time, and takes a stumbled step back as her breathing becomes ragged and her fluttering eyes begin to leak tears:

“No... I... it was for his own good, he needed to learn, anything was better than... better than...”

Arthur turning his back on her interrupts her words, but he can hear her getting half way through the first word of plenty of different excuses as he nudges the poker once again:

“You should know that he still loves you, somehow, and that he didn’t want you to know that he... that he knows, that he remembers. But here I am, telling you that he does remember, in quite vivid detail, because I think you should know. And I also think you should know that you will never, ever, lay a hand on him again. You will never be alone with him again, you will never scold him again, you will never so much as even show displeasure on your face in his presence. That’s if I can’t persuade him to never want to see you again.-”

He turns around once more, quickly this time, the poker in his hand. The red hot end is waving dangerously close to Hunith’s face as she gasps and falls back again, bracing herself against the counter:

“-You should be grateful that I am a far better person than you, and you should be even more grateful that I’m not the revenge type, otherwise you would be in a world of pain right now. Even then, the only reason I’m not making an exception, the only reason I’m not breaking all my rules and landing even a fraction of the pain you caused Merlin upon you, is that it would break Merlin���s heart to know that you’d suffered.-”

He drops the poker onto the table with a clang, the hot end hanging off the edge precariously and sizzling loudly as a leak from the roof drips onto it. Hunith jumps at the noise, but Arthur stays stock still, his glare boring holes into the woman’s own eyes:

“-Despite everything you have done to him, he is still the kindest person I know, and he still loves you. But you will never touch him again, and I will be by his side every second he is even vaguely near you to make sure that he’s safe. Am I understood?”

Hunith takes another shaky breath, but doesn’t say anything, and Arthur darts forward, slamming his hand on to the table as he roars:

“Am I understood?!”

The poker bounces and balances even more precariously on the edge of the table, but just about manages to stop from toppling onto the hay covered floor as Hunith whimpers and nods. Arthur, satisfied, stands up and straightens his clothes before making his way to the door. His tone is jarringly friendly and jovial as he lets himself out:

“Well, now that we’ve got that cleared up, I really must be going. This is only a flying visit. And Hunith?-”

He turns back to her with a dark smile:

“-This stays between us, yes?”

She nods once more, and The King drops his smile, staring at her with dead eyes and a blank expression for barely a second more before walking out into the night and shutting the door behind him.

Sir Leon hands him the reins to his horse as Sir Gwaine whistles lowly, appreciatively:

“Sounded like quite the... conversation.”

There’s a question in there somewhere, but Arthur is too exhausted and angry to bother uncovering it. His only reply is a deep hum as he mounts his horse before leading the way from the village, back towards Camelot, back towards where Merlin should be three days from now, curled up in front of Arthur’s hearth with a blanket round his shoulders and a hot drink in his hands as he happily regales The King with his last week’s worth of adventures.

~

THE END!!!!

Phew, that was a heavy one, difficult to write, but I’m glad I did it!! I really hope you guys are as horrified as I want you to be, and I hope you enjoyed it. Up next should be some Happy Hunith Fluff in the form of Control Part 6, so keep an eye out for that!!!

Let me know what you think gang, I could really do with some feedback on this :D

[grizzlybearsarecool]

I appreciate the likes, and thanks for following me btw! My words won't explain anything about my happiness I am so happy that my eye started 'sWeAtInG' (SHUT THE HELL U- Silence darling it's my time to shine..) and ya'll all are goddesses for liking and following MUCH APPRECIATED,

My hearts trying to break free...

Warning - spelling mistakes, fluff, a confused Todoroki

It's just Todoroki tryna figure out why he gets sick around you but still it feels good and feel like sometimes when you do something affectionately why he feels like someone's attacking him in his stomach (poor lil boy) 🥹

•you don't get rejected always, keep on trying•

You were making your way to school while listening to your favourite song it always made you feel like the main character I mean who doesn't like being the main character?

You successfully made it inside the school building without getting kidnapped, murdered, getting hit by a car, getting lost etc...

You walked down the busy hallway as you saw people giving love letters to thier crushes.. people with sad faces because of getting rejected by their dream man/women... You were wondering why all this confessions were happening you went pass the school auditorium to see the entrance decorated with hearts and flowers and with the letters cut my glitter paper 'HAPPY VALENTINES 1 more day before valentine's and 4 more days to our valentine's dance!'...

That's when you start to realize you have a very big crush on todoroki but he just runs away from you like your presence is literally his death 💀..

You went to your locker, thinking about todoroki and taking your textbooks out for Chemistry and when you were making your way to chemistry you saw mina, deku, and ochako surrounded around todoroki u didn't want to annoy them so you just minded your business and went for Chemistry..

Todoroni pov:

"Guys y/n has a secret quirk.." Todo Boi

Said in an calm and concerned voice

"what do you mean todoro-" mina got cut off by the sweet cinnamon roll Izuku "WHAT! Y/n has a secret quirk how- why would she not say anything about it to me? What's it like todoroki? *Mummer mummer mummer* "

"ignore that Todo continue what you were saying.." mina said in curiosity.

"whenever, she looks at me I get nervous and sometimes when she does stuff I get hearts attacks that feel good and I feel like someones punching my stomach sometimes and it-" todoroni got cut off by the girls laughter "oh todoroki, your in looooveee!" Mina said in a teasing way.

"oh yes that's exactly how I feel around izuk-" 'I can float' slapped her mouth close with both her hands "mummer- hmm? Did anyone say my name?" Cinnamon roll asked in curiosity "NO IZUKU! NO ONE EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT YOUR NAME" ochako said panickingly. "Well I expected for me to get satisfied by you both accepting each other but.. back to you Todoroki!..." Mina said as the word sarcastic wrote itself on her words "How do I get rid of them?" Shoto asked innocently asked. "Well, you gotta confess or there is no way you can get rid of em no... It stays for ever if she accepts you I mean Todo you can feel like that forever" Uraraka said to todoroki hesitantly. " Sometimes, try taking your own advice ochako, now Todo you should go confess to y/n" mina said excitingly. "K," he ran off to find his beloved. "MINA Do you think he's gonna say I love you or SOMETHING ELSE?!? what ... What IF HE GETS REJECTED?!?" Ochako said scaredly "oh oh..."

(YALL, they should add more shades of letter colours bcz ochako and mina are both pink but I'm sorry mina I turned your text to minata and jiro color 😭")

POV OF THE BEAUTIFUL TODO'S PRINCESS Y/N L/N - (omg so beautiful 😭)

You were listening to more music peacefully copying down some notes you missed, sitting near a beautiful tree. You saw todoroki running towards you like he have some very serious news.. you got up bcz u felt like you should.

He reached you and started panting like a dog (kinda ho- no no gurl no NO!)

He calmed down and said "y/n everytime I see you my hot side cheek started to feel warm and what's weird is the same happens to my cold side cheek, and when you compliment me when I win a training fight I feel like someone punches my stomach and when you do something like a simple thing like talking to me I get heart attacks and it's like it my hearts trying to break free" he said I love you in a big speech but It wasn't and I love you for you the way he described it made it sound like he hates you.

"....you hate me that much?... what did I even do to you?" Y/n said brokenly.

"you make me sick everytime I see you- why are you crying?" Todo said worriedly

"do you have anything else to say? I friggin hate you.." you said and started running away from him as you cried yourself untill you got home..

He picked up your note book that you left near the tree and tried giving it back to you but you were already gone from his sight. He felt a little guilty for making you cry he has no idea what happened.

He took your note book home with him and set it down his table and went through it. He found his name and poems for him written all over the note book with hearts written all over, he remembered a romance movie he was forced to watch by mina.. there was a girl like who liked a boy, and she just wrote his name all over her books. Then he got it... 'she likes me too,... "maybe it was the way I said it" he repeated to the words you said to Siri and Siri replied to him saying

'that's really rude of you'

He felt bad. He wanted to make it up to you he researched about how to confess to girls how to make girls feel better etc, he called your friends to find out about every detail of you he worked on his y/n project whole night.

SATURDAY 5.30 P.M.

You were lying on your bed rolled up in your aesthetic comfy blanket with a squish mellow next to you as you were watching a movie that was not evolved to any type of Romance cause you were doing all this to feel better from yesterday's todoroki hates me speech. "that's really dum-" you heard a knock on your door your father and mother were out so you got a little scared you looked outside through your opened window hesitantly to see pokéball themed hair, and a big (when I say big ITS BIG DARLING) bouquet of your favourite flowers as you looked closer you realized it was todoroki "TODOROKI?!?" you slapped your mouth and hoped that he didn't hear you sudden vomit of words. He looked up at you as you blushed slightly "would you care to come down please, and accept these flowers and chocolates as a gift of my apologies to you?" He said charmingly "why the hell would I do that you hate me don't you do you think a bunch a flowers are gonna make me forgive you?!" You said loudly so he can hear "please, it's just a few words please ..." He asked in such a cute way. Your enemybor (your enemy neighbor) looked at you madly through their window, you felt a little awkward feeling and came to the thought of taking Todo inside. You ran downstairs and opened the door for todoroki "I'm not letting you in cause I feel bad for you it's because of the neighbors stares." You said sternly. "Look y/n-" he got cut off "oh, shut up please.." you said angrily "please y/n" he pleaded with innocent poppy dog eyes. "fine, better be a good explain" you rolled you eyes. He took a deep breath in "I meant to say how I feel around you but it came out wrong the guy punching my stomach was meant to be called butterflies I just described them in my sense I'm really sorry" he bowed to you and bent in his knees and said " please, y/n I need you in my life I'd rather die without you please all I meant to say is I love you" he handed you the big bouquet of expensive flowers. "Are you for real I'm so happy! I love you soo much todo-kun I'm really sorry too!" You said happily taking the flowers from him. "that's great, do you want to go to the dance? I don't like the crowd that much but If you want to go we should go." he charmingly smiled at you with pink dusted on his cheeks. "No we should watch a movie and stay in our home comfort wrapped in a blanket enjoying each other's presence while others suffer in itchy uncomfy costumes in the dance!" You confessed you idea and todoroki happily agreed and then you sat next to each other and talked about you lives

As you were feeding yourselves the chocolate todoroki brought shoto got reminded of something important "by the way, here's your notebook you left it in school I went through it, you spelled my name wrong in the 3rd sentence of your poem." he said while hiding his face away from you and rubbing his neck "Have your mom not told you to no to go through people stuff?!?" You said embarrassed while forming into the cutest beetroot "no but, my mom thought me how dangerous and hot a kettle can be besides you my girl friend now." He said innocently "oh, you sweetheart Todo" you said while petting his head "oh no... It's happening again y/n.... it's doing it again." he said as concern was all over his face "why?!? Are you good?" You said worriedly "my hearts trying to break free.."

I don't wanna fix more errors my hands are litterely broken y I'm sorry I hope you enjoy this and feel free to tap double times and give me a like if you like this as always if you think I need to improve feel free to give me a piece of advice have a great day and stay beautiful!

[hotsforharlow]

Okay, but alt best friend AU where they both can't be together. Like they went into it with feelings, but they both knew that they couldn't be more than friends with their busy schedules and baggage, but they thought they could just stay friends. Maybe Urban and Druski call up a friend of theirs to flirt with Jack to try and get the reader to make her move, and it works. Ends with hot jealous smut lol

AN:Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

It had been nearly a week since you’d last spoken to Jack; the longest period you’d ever gone without speaking to him in years. It was something that hadn’t gone unnoticed in your friend’s group and they didn’t know how to handle it; especially in a delicate way. Not that you were going to entertain them with any of their plans. You curled up on your sofa; sadness wrapped around you as you scrolled through social media. So, you were keeping an eye on Jack..that wasn’t anything new. And it wasn’t for any other reason but being his friend. Well, that was what you told yourself anyway as you watched the stories of their night out.

Your eyes stopped on some random girl who was all over Jack. You paused the story and zoomed in without thinking. “Who the fuck is that?” You whispered to yourself, swiping across to see more. You just couldn’t help yourself. The soft jealousy bubbling inside you was only growing now. Your eyes moved towards your phone as you softly nibbled on your bottom lip. You debated calling but you knew it would be pointless; you had no real reason to do so. It seemed luck was on your side as your phone rang out. Urban’s name popped up onto your screen before you swiped to answer.

“Hey you.” You hummed into the phone, as if you weren't just stalking the friend’s group only moments ago. The soft music blaring greeted you and you wondered how long they had been out. “Hey, Y/N!” Urban called out your name loudly through the phone and you had to move it from your ear. “Hey Urb..you good?” You couldn’t help but giggle and shake your head at such antics leaving your friend. “Better if you were here.” Urban hummed and you rolled your eyes; they’d have fun with or without you. “Hmm, don’t sweet talk me.” You whispered, even though you were half interested in going now, for a completely different reason.

“So, have you decided on coming yet?” Urban asked; his tone something you couldn’t place and you only grew more confused. “Hmm, are you sure it’s not a boy’s night out?” You couldn’t help but ask. “Even if it was, you are still welcome.” Urban babbled and your heart warmed at his words. “Thanks.” You softly mumbled, ducking your head for a moment as your mind swirled with thoughts. “I think I might.” You shook your head at the cheers Urban let out before you said your goodbyes to each other.  

You had taken longer than you’d admit to making yourself pretty. You ran your fingers through your locks. You had chosen a new dress from your wardrobe that clung to your body so perfectly. Okay, and you might have chosen Jack’s favourite colour to paint your lips but that was another thing you weren’t going to admit to. Or the fact it took you a few seconds longer to gain the courage to wander into the club.

~

Jack’s hand settled on the girl’s lower back; close to her arse but he held no real interest as those blues of his moved around the club. He didn’t even know if you were coming but it didn’t stop him from looking for you. He wished things could have been different and he knew things had changed now; the relationship wasn’t the same. Even their friends had noticed but you had both tried to be subtle about the mistake you had both made. But that didn’t mean he didn’t react when he noticed you moving into the club; the lights shining on you as if they were a beacon. Your eyes caught his and you tried to fight off the reaction at the girl on his lap.

It was why you chose to move to Druski first and give him a hug as Jack slowly removed himself from the girl. Those strides of his hand Jack quickly at your side and you couldn’t ignore him anymore. “Hey,” He gently whispered into your ear and Druski moved to the side as you looked up at Jack. “You okay?” You hummed up at him. Jack couldn’t help but reach to touch you as he placed a lock of your hair over your ear. “Yeah, better now.” He whispered; he opened his mouth to continue to speak when the still unnamed girl came over. She linked arms with Jack almost instantly and you had to bite your tongue.

“I’ll see you later.” You called to Jack over the music; not wanting to be the one left for another person. You tried to hide the hurt moving through you and wondered if you should find someone for the night; but that really wasn’t you. God, you’d never felt so out of it with your own friends and you hated it. Urban’s arm moved over your shoulder and kept you close. He hated seeing you like this. “You know, she means nothing.” He whispered into your ear. “And apparently so do I.” You hummed; locking eyes with him. “Don’t say that. You know it’s not true.” Urban whispered but you only gave him a soft, sad smile.

The feeling followed you as your eyes never moved from Jack for long. Your emotions build quickly. The shots that followed had your courage building as you watched Jack whisper in her ear. You couldn’t stand by and watch him anymore. It was your only chance now, you thought to yourself. “Hey Jack.” You whispered as you finally moved back to him. A soft smile coming over your face when those blues of his found you. “Hey..you good?” Jack softly asked and moved to stand. The girl easily forgotten about, and you hated yourself for enjoying that a little too much than you should.

“Yeah..can we talk somewhere?” You softly whispered into his ear over the music and he nodded before following you.

~

There wasn’t much talk between you both as you moved into the private bathroom. Your lips were soon on his. “Baby..I thought we decided..” Jack began to whisper against your lips before you leaned in and wrapped your legs around his waist. “Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Jack teased as his hands moved to unbuckle himself. The passion and love he had for you hadn’t left him and all he wanted was you. “Jack..” You whined before he smashed your lips together once more. Soft pants echoed around the room as you both rushed to feel each other again. “You know, I won’t let you go again if we do this.” Jack whispered his warning.

“I know..” You whispered, not caring if that was the case now. You knew you couldn’t stay away from him. Your hold on his curls tightened as he pushed inside your soaked pussy. “Fuck.” You whimpered, your head falling back as he harshly began to thrust inside you and you only kept him closer. His hands moved up and down your sides, greedily capturing your soft breasts, teasing your nipples. Your stomach was already tightening in desire as you moved to meet his thrusts. “I love you.” You babbled into his ear as Jack leaned to bite at your neck; marking you. “I love you too. Always.” He promised.

His hand moved down to play with your soaked pussy, slowly circling your clit as his teasing nature returned. “So close..” You whimpered out, your eyes fluttering as your face began to prettily screw up in pleasure. “Me too.” He whispered before capturing your soft lips once more.

[herecirmsims]

15 Questions Tag Game

Thank you @alpine-lapine​​ for the tag! I’ll put the questions and answers below a cut so as not to clog the timeline. Random story screenshot above, just because.

Are you named after anyone? Yeah, a person my mum met while backpacking during her gap year.

When was the last time you cried? I stabbed myself in the eye a few weeks ago on some rush grass, I cried then. It left an ulceration across my cornea (which apparently has the most nerves in the eye?) and was UNBELIEVABLY painful. I spent a couple days unable to see because moving the damaged eye (which I couldn’t open anyway) meant it rubbed against my eyelid and hurt like hell, and I had to keep my good eye closed to avoid the temptation to move my eyes to look at things. I don’t recommend, tbh.

Do you have kids? Absolutely not.  😅

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Not really. I s’pose I might be peak British and say “Oh yeah it was fucking amazing” if someone asks how a bad situation went.  🤔 I enjoy sarcasm when I understand it/know the person using it, but otherwise it stresses me out when people say things they don’t mean.

What sports do you play/have you played? None competitively, I don’t really enjoy them.

What’s the first thing you notice about other people? Their energy, which is the most hippyish response I could’ve said.  🤣

Eye colour? Blue-grey, somewhere in between.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings! I enjoy a lot of angst on the way there, though. The angst makes the happy ending sweeter, I think, but I like to know that it will end well. Nothing worse than investing myself in a story only to be left feeling sad and empty at the end of it.

Any special talents? Hmm... no. I’m quite good at finding things - noticing small insects or interesting things amongst the stones at the beach, stuff like that.

Where were you born? In the UK.

What are your hobbies? The vast majority of my hobbies are Sims related - storytelling, posemaking, playing. I also enjoy looking for old bottles in Victorian dumps (a lot of farms have them round here), looking for cool things on the beach, bug-hunting, growing vegetables, archery, writing fantasy, hiking.

Do you have any pets? Yes! I have a cat (an ex feral kitten) called Belleraphon or Bel for short, two ponies called Cash and Joey (though they’re really my partners. One was bought because he was going through sales, and with his issues my partner knew he’d have a bad outcome - he’s not ridden and lives in retirement with us. The other was given to us for free by a roofer we had in, and we took him because he’d been living on his own for four years - equines absolutely need company), and two mules called Marty and Xato who are mine (my own! My precious! I bought one for £1 and the other was given to me. I don’t talk about them much in my Sims community circles but I’m obsessed with them... mules are absolutely my number one special interest).

How tall are you? 5′3″

Fave subject in school? English and Media Studies

Dream job? I'd still say author, though whether I’ll ever get over my perfectionist trait and publish anything is another issue. I enjoy writing drabbles for myself, and I enjoy my Sims story which is god-awful but I embrace that - it’s been really freeing just to put down whatever I want to read, and share without overthinking anything. It would be nice to earn money from things I enjoy, but that then puts pressure on them.

I’m not tagging anyone because I tarried and I think everyone who I would’ve tagged has done this already, so if you see this then it’s an open invitation. 

And because I think people might ask, and I can’t resist talking about them a teeny tiny bit... here are my mules. Marty, on the left, was photographed here on his way to the shops; Xato, on the right, was helping me carry sacks of pulled hemlock up to the bonfire. Marty is my going out and about mule (he also does litter-picking, takes bottles to the recycling centre, carries food and luggage on long hikes), and Xato is the work-on-the-farm mule. Though neither have done much at all for a while because sometimes I’m not very good at walking.  😅 

[aeoki]

Phantom Airship - So I Raced Through The Sky: Chapter 11

Location: ES Prop Room Characters: Sora, Natsume & Tsumugi

TL Note:

Black companies are companies in Japan who exploit their employees.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< At that time. Prop Room where “Switch” have been waiting. >

Natsume: HeHE. “ALKALOID’s” unity has been solidified even further nOW.

I think this is all thanks to SoRA, the “Phantom Airship’s” “facilitatOR” ♪ 

Sora: HaHa~♪ Thanks, Master~!

Tsumugi: Hehe. I was a little anxious wondering how things might turn out back there, but I’m glad they’ve all managed to clear the trials.

By the way, there is something I’ve been curious about for a while now.

Why did you two make the “Phantom Airship” targeted towards new units that had only been created for a while?

From what I’ve heard, it seems the developers created the “Phantom Airship” with new units in mind.

But why did you ask them to make it suitable for “ALKALOID”?

Natsume: Why, it’s simpLE. The reason for the creation of “ALKALOID” was because that Eichi Tenshouin used ES’ arrangements to turn them into idoLS.

And you can see for yourself how that plan worked oUT. But the path of an idOL – one where they can only achieve defined success as idoLS – is the only path that has been paved for thEM.

That’s why I decided to set up trials that served as signposts for the futuRE. That’s the reason why the current “Phantom Airship” is set up the way it iS.

Sora: HiHi~ It’s exactly as Master says!

But there’s another reason why Sora wanted to configure the “Phantom Airship” this way. I think Master had the same thought too~

Tsumugi: Another reason… you say?

Sora: Yes. You must feel the same way too, Senpai~

Because there was a time where our opinions didn’t match up and we argued.

Sora made this proposal to the game company because Sora didn’t want all of them to have a sad “colour” ☆

Tsumugi: Ahh, I see. You used what we experienced in “Switch” for those trials…

Ahaha. Now that you mention it, I can’t think of a better reason…♪

We’ve overcome many times where we were on the verge of disbanding, but it’s the fate of those walking ahead to pass down their experiences, isn’t it?

Natsume: Easier said than done as they sAY.

It’s because of that very reason that things became even bigger than we had expectED.

Like asking the other NewDi idols for help because we didn’t have any dialogue data for thEM.

Sora: HuHu~♪ Sora had heaps of fun experiencing the difficulties of the gaming industry, though.

But it’s great that everyone was happy to help~

We used “SSVRS” during the “SS” qualifying rounds, so we had the dialogue data necessary for the AI, but we didn’t have a clue for the others ♪

Tsumugi: Hm? Really? Then that would mean the others connected to the game and pretending to be NPCs, right…?

I’m very good at doing that sort of thing, so you could’ve asked me to help with that, you know?

Natsume: Do you want to pass out from overwoRK? If we did thAT, we’d be called a black company[⁎] and then I’d be criticisED.

Everyone lent a hand so that you could take things easy, SenpAI.

Those who cared about their junioRS, those who contributed to NewDi and those who had something to say about the unit system or Eichi TenshouIN…

All of their interests coincided so it was worth asking them for heLP ♪

Tsumugi: I think your personal grudges were mixed in there too.

Natsume: HmM? Did you say somethiNG?

…AnywAY, this isn’t the time to be chatting away like thIS. At the rate “ALKALOID” are goiNG, they should reach the final boss very soON.

We should start preparing tOO. We should enter VR to bring things to a perfect finiSH.

Sora: Yes! The ending is a performance, just like at Yumenosaki Academy!

Let’s go watch “ALKALOID” from the best seats!

We’ll watch their wonderful ensemble created from reforged connections…☆

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[mychemicalrachel]

15 Questions | 15 People

Rules: Answer these 15 Questions, then Tag 15 People

Ahhh thanks so much @second-sister for tagging me!! 🥰🥰

Are you named after anyone? Yeah! My middle name is my great grandma's name.

When was the last time you cried? Oh. Hmm.... I'm not really a crier, so it's been awhile since I've sad cried. A few days ago, my brother in law said something funny and I laughed so hard I cried.

Do you have kids? Do my cats count? 😺

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes. Often. Probably too often, it's a problem. I'm trying to cut back.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? These days? If they're still wearing a mask 😷

What’s your eye colour? Brown

Scary movies or happy ending? I'm a huge fan of horror movies 👻

Any special talents? I don't know if it's a talent, per se, but animals love me. And not just dogs and cats, but I've befriended butterflies and bees and one time a deer. I am a magnet for strays.

Where were you born? How am I supposed to answer this. A hospital? The Midwest? America?

What are your hobbies? PUZZLES. That's not the only hobby I have, but it's my favorite.

Do you have any pets? Yes!! I have 5 cats and a dog (she's a Chihuahua and the same size as the cats.)

What sports do you play/have you played? Like for a team? None at all. I don't play well with others.

How tall are you? A smidge under 5'3.

Favourite subject at school? English. Specifically, there was a creative writing class that I liked a lot. We did all sorts of stuff, like writing short stories based on random pictures and blackout poetry. I took that class twice just because I liked it so much.

Dream job? Sugar baby. I want a rich man (or woman, I'm not picky) to pay me for hanging adoringly off their arm and looking pretty. That's it. That's the dream.

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Feel free to ignore this if you've already been tagged or if you don't wanna do it 💕