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butterfly-winx · 4 years

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One more girl on the lineup! Empress Heir Xiang Galatea of Melody, Fairy of Composing/ Composed Music! Super shiny, super brassy!

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Galatea was born on Melody during a summer of spoiled harvest, and as it is custom for the emperor’s family to share the perils that hit their people, Galatea and her mother suffered significant undernourishment. This shaped Galatea’s years of early development and led her to appear frail and stick thin. At first the court’s medimagicians even suspected she would be an insufficient conduct for magic and never manifest any skills despite all her ancestry sporting strong magic users, but Galatea proved them wrong with her first fairy transformation, right on schedule on her fifteenth birthday. Using magic stabilised her and got rid of many of her fatigue issues, making her a lot more healthy than she looks to the eye. However this came with the side effect that her small treble clef shaped wings never fully disappear when she detransforms, always circulating some amount of passive magic through her.

“Xiang Galatea” is Galatea’s zí name, the one that is respectable and polite for people to use who don’t know her or are below her in standing. This name would usually be chosen when the person reaches adulthood and is ready to join society, but Galatea belonging to the royal family, she received it rather early so that she could make public appearances. Xiang is her family name that she inherited from her mother (which is a tradition on Melody that makes heritage tracing extremely difficult) meaning “lucky, good omen”. Her míng name that close family calls her by is “Wei Qing”, which derives from “small” and “blue,green” in reference to the light eyes she was born with that darkened over the years to her current brown. Platinum is shockingly also not Galatea’s actual hair colour: she dyes it meticulously, but her transformations make the colour appear natural. She used moving away from home to Alfea as an excuse to change up her look without her parents knowing and went for the choppy pixie cut that has grown to be her staple since.

Arriving at Alfea one year after the Winx made their debut, Galatea was very thankful for being able to enjoy her first year at school without great disruptions (whatever was going on in the Dungeons with a whole dimensional portal was not her problem, bless her soul). From a young age Galatea has been extremely dutiful, doing exactly as her grandfather wished or her country demanded of her, but this attitude slackened a little bit once had her own taste of the wider world. She knew she had to be thankful for the social position awarded to her by birth, for the continued faith of the people of Melody in the Emperor’s institute of power, but she couldn’t help but wonder. Did it even make sense to uphold the Empire? Wasn’t the court on its own enough? She just wanted more perspective, a little bit more from life, which probably sounded incredibly ignorant of her privilege as part of the heritage line of one of the world’s oldest dynasties. If her grandfather and father enjoyed a long life, then Galatea herself would have decades to enjoy life and build a family before she even had to consider ascending to the throne to rule. She had conversations with her father however, who suggested withdrawing from his position thinking it would be much better for Galatea to become Empress sooner so that the country could have a younger person at its head... That wasn’t exactly the kind of monarchy abolition Galatea had been hoping for.

Galatea was in general also tired of being followed around and supervised at all times, which probably influenced her change of spirit. There was painfully little however which she could have expressed her dissent with, aside the little promise she made her grandfather about connecting their countrymen abroad. She kept in touch with the other students at Alfea who also hailed from Melody as advised, but she didn’t really develop a friendship with either of them aside from Musa. Musa in her own way was already hardened from knowing two (and a half) princesses, so her attitude towards Galatea was completely different from the other Melodian kids. They were much too stiff when conversing with her and tried to mimic a proper Melodian high court accent that were just a little bit on the side of mocking putting Galatea off wanting to talk to them. So she didn’t and lied trough her teeth about tea ceremonies they supposedly held together, praying no babysitter to be sent after her.

Her second year hit like a sledgehammer to a wall with Valtor and the Trix causing upheaval all across the Magic Universe. Melody escaped their scrutiny for much longer than their neighbouring countries on the planet, but eventually Tian Qi Feng, the guardian fairy of Melody paid her and Musa a grim visit and cautioned them against returning home until the unrest has been settled. Worried about their families the two girls bonded comforting each other with a little piece of home, making music and cooking. To take her mind off the stress, Galatea threw herself into another kind of stressor with high expectations attached: her studies. She spent hours after class in the library, switching meaningful personal contacts for written text.

She was just in a wrong place at the wrong time when the Trix sneaked in and took her hostage and forced her to hand out Alfea’s secret spell collection. The witches first tried their luck with the librarian who got knocked out by the force of Stormy’s attack before moving on to Galatea and torturing her by freezing off her wings. Absolutely and helpless in shock, all she could do was send a distress signal to Musa, deeply ashamed by her lack of skill facing the witches. The Winx swooped in not a second too late and chased the Trix off, but not before Darcy set off a cursed fire in the library that not even Bloom’s fire control spells could tame. The others carried the unconscious librarian off while Musa and Galatea stayed behind, the latter feeling responsible for the situation and the books that have given her so much comfort over the last few weeks. Loosing information was the biggest curse that could strike a society and Galatea didn’t want to let so many important books perish because of her mistake. It took Musa a minute to tear her away from her futile attempt and lead her towards the exit that had since been blocked by a fallen over bookshelf. Galatea pointed out that Musa could easily fly over the obstacle, but Musa objected that her Charmix wings wouldn’t be able to carry the weight of them both. It would be a strain on a clear day, but amidst all the fire and exhaustion from the smoke they didn’t stand a chance. Dutifully, Galatea told Musa to leave her behind, but Musa refused to trying to figure out a way for both of them to get out alive. Her stubborn dedication made Musa earn her Enchantix. Subduing the cursed flames with her fairydust, Musa led them out with Galatea clutching the precious book in one hand and Musa’s hand in her other.

Outside Faragonda, teachers, other students have rushed to the burning library. Enchanti were instructed to use their dust to dampen the flames and Faragonda then used her powers to restore the books to their previous form, not a char mark left behind. Musa immediately returned to Galatea’s side once that had been dealt with and used her fairy dust one last time to give Galatea her passive wings back, ending the hour long anxiety attack Galatea didn’t even notice she was having. The two of them had a long conversation after that about low self esteem and feeling like the only worth one could earn was from how useful one was to other people. Galatea beat her insecurities about not being allowed to trust people and opened up to Musa admitting that she did want things from life, just for her own sake and Musa gently encouraged her to take that lep of faith next time a choice presented itself to her. In doing so, Galatea earned her Charmix.

Despite not much harm coming to her beloved books or herself, Galatea had been deeply shaken by the incident and developed a fear of the Trix, remaining apprehensive every time they were mentioned. During the Crisis of the Seas she stayed reserved in her grandfather’s shadow, right until the Trix started joining the mix. From there on she campaigned on behalf of Andros getting the help they needed and her words moved the Melodian court to mobilise troops for the final showdown.

(In the time between the two eventd, she did earn her Enchantix and graduated Alfea with stellar results in the same year group as Mirta did. Similarly to Mirta, she had been swept up in the consequences of magic returning to Earth and the unrest it caused across the Galaxy as well. Unhappy masses protesting the data collection regulations placed on witchers (lest they collaborate with the Black Circle from Earth, who were known terrorists, was the reason given) derailed a train she had been travelling on. Even though her magic aspect lay in something completely else, she tried to protect everyone in the carriage from the crash - and unlocking her Enchantix she did manage to do so!)

In the S6 timeline she shows up likewise late in the story arc, but at a crucial point to offer help to the Winx after they have been beaten back by the Trix despite having gotten rid of the Legendarium. Despite their partial victory, the girls were once again without weapons as their Mythix spells didn’t pack a punch against the physical attacks of the Trix. So Galatea temporarily gifted her vial of fairydust to Musa to use as a last resort. Ever since the library incident the two women have been tied together by a life debt Galatea owed to Musa, which now has been resolved. Galatea herself joined the Red Fountain and Company of Light forces sent to liberate Alfea and detain the Trix.

Having powers over Composing makes Galatea able to give other people inspiration and see harmonies, not just in music but in philosophy and life as well. She knows a lot about composed music as well - written songs, not passed by oral tradition - and can recite many to the great pleasure of her diplomacy skills teachers. It certainly helps if she can demonstrate knowledge on her conversation partner’s culture. Having an abstract power source Galatea is far from being a fighter and she absolutely prefers it so. Her very first battle (if you can call it that) showed her that she did not have the nerves of steel needed to handle such a dangerous situation with the acuity and quick-wit needed. She knows she is a weak conduct and has to take good care of her body and can’t afford to express large quantities of magic without fearing the rebound consequences. It took her a while to come to terms with it, but Galatea now knows where her strengths lie, and that is in politics: as her father’s and grandfather’s successor leading Melody.

Galatea is very underappreciated because she stays away from the action so much, but I took the chance to make it a part of her character. Just because people are capable of magic doesn’t mean they have to work towards becoming the heaviest hitting canons in the universe. Galatea as a casual magic user has her own place in my heart and in my story!

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rpd-rookie · 4 years

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Five Stages of Fatherhood - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Fatherhood can be wonderful but for Leon Kennedy, fatherhood is scary and he is not ready for it at all. How is he going to process your unexpected news?

Author’s note: I wanted to release this one-shot for Father's Day but it was far from being finished. But here it is. I was mainly inspired by the recent posts I saw on Tumblr. I hope I did Leon justice and that you'll love this story as much as I loved writing it. Don’t forget to like/reblog and give me your impression.

Tags: Angst; Fatherhood ; Depression; Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism ;Anxiety; Language

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Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance.

They say those are the five stages of grief. Five stages you must overcome to be at peace with yourself. Five stages you must experience, however hard and painful they are, to find the strength to pull yourself back together and keep on living. Leon knew those five stages all too well. He had experienced them more times than he could count through all those years fighting since the Raccoon City incident. They had paved his life, making him wonder why and if he would ever see an end to it all one day. But what he didn’t know is that he was about to experience them again. But in a new unexpected way he would have never imagined.

1. Denial

I’m pregnant. Three simple words that made his simple life suddenly not so simple anymore, repeating and echoing in his head, making him feel like his whole world was suddenly crumbling around him, over him, burying him under rubbles of fear and uncertainty. I’m pregnant. He didn’t just hear that. This was a dream, a hallucination due to sleep deprivation or a silly joke. It had to be. Because it couldn’t be real. This couldn’t happen to him. There was no way he had gotten you pregnant. Yes, you were fooling him. Right? … Right? He had a brief forced laugh, anxiety eating him up slowly. “Please tell me you’re joking.” Pinned to his desk chair, he stared at you waiting for a silly answer or an amused grin. He obviously got neither of them and so he immediately froze, watching you frowning at him with a look that was way too grave and serious to his taste. “Do you really think I would joke about something like this?” Why not? Anything would be better than those three words being the truth. “How can that be so absurd to you that I might be pregnant?” Pregnant? He felt suddenly dizzy. No fucking way.

Mouth slightly opened, confused and petrified blue eyes fixed upon you, and a marble immobility. That’s all that remained of Leon as he searched for something to say, something to think, something to reassure himself with, something to tell him that this conversation, this moment, was not happening right now.

Pregnant? Really? “I didn’t get you pregnant.” You stared at him in shock as he relentlessly shook his head. “I couldn’t. It’s not possible. I…” He cut himself off when he saw you looking away, huge tears suddenly flooding your usually joyful (colour) eyes.

Clearly, that wasn’t the reaction you expected from him. But that’s all his brain could process at the moment, the only thing it could find to keep him afloat, to prevent him from drowning in panic. “There must be some sort of mistake. I can’t be a father. This is not happening.” Leon was freaking out. He couldn’t deny it. The pounding of his heart in his chest was enough evidence. But years fighting BOWs had taught him not to show any ounce of panic even in the worst situations. So, mechanically, no emotion filtered through in voice, making it almost cold. Actually, it sounded so heartless it rooted you on the spot, unaware of what was going on right now in your boyfriend’s head and unable to understand that his weird reaction was just his reason trying to calm him down and help find a quick way-out before reaching an inevitable end. That inevitable end being Fatherhood.

“What are you saying?” You dared ask, your face suddenly pale because of the terrible things he implied. “I don’t want to be a father, Y/N.” He declared looking at you right in the eye. “I don’t want whatever you think is inside your womb right now.” You slumped in your chair, feeling speechless and shocked but most of all, insulted. Did he just call your child a ‘whatever’ and insinuated it wasn’t even there? Was he really denying everything? Saying you were wrong? “Take another test. I’m sure this must be some sort of mistake.” You stared at him, bewildered and fighting to prevent your tears from falling as shock was slowly yet surely turning into sorrow and anger.

2. Anger

“There’s no mistake, Leon. A gynaecologist confirmed it. I’m three months pregnant! Fuck, do you really think I denied this pregnancy on purpose?” There was a sudden knot in your throat, strangling all your words. Leon shrugged. “Honestly, Y/N, I don’t get how someone cannot realize they’re pregnant.” “Simple. Imagine your boyfriend almost dying in a bombing attack in DC, then pushing you out when you try to help him. Then one day, after an entire month watching him falling deeper and deeper into depression despite all your efforts to bring him comfort, you realise that he left without telling you where he’s going. After asking a few people, you learn that he’s decided to take some ‘vacation’ but you know all too well that this vacation of his is just him drowning himself in alcohol in some lousy hotel.” You spouted angrily, feeling all your hormones boiling inside of you. “And I guess you can also add his four weeks of radio silence and the worry you felt when you learn that he who you loved so freaking much was almost killed again in another bio-terrorist attack, this time in New York. I guess that’s a pretty good way to make you deny a pregnancy!” “Oh, so this is my fault?!” He asked, almost shouting, thinking your were accusing him when in fact you were just accusing the horrible stress and the worry you had felt for the last ten weeks or so. “I’m the alcoholic bastard who knocked you up and you’re the poor lost innocent girl? That’s what you’re saying?” “Do you even realise how hurtful you are? Do you really think that is what I want to hear right now?” You tried to block a sob, in vain and Leon sighed in exasperation as he briefly rolled his eyes. He won’t have your crocodile tears right now. “Don’t force me on a guilt trip, Y/N. Please.” He said, frozen stoicism making his features as strong and cold as marble. “Weren’t you on the pill, by the way?” He frowned, and a tear rolled down your cheek. You wiped it quickly. “You forgot it?”

You tried to answer but you knew that the second you would talk it would unleash Leon’s anger and you were not ready to bear it. “For fuck’s sake, Y/N.” Leon gritted his teeth and glared while you instinctively braced yourselves, hands holding tightly at the armrest of your chair. “You only had one thing to think about! One!” He growled, a scolding finger pointed at your face. “Take a fucking pill!” “I may have forgotten once” You whispered almost inaudibly. “Oh, you forgot?” He scoffed before slamming his hand against the wooden desk as he brutally stood up making you jump in your chair. “And then she blames me for my depression. Fantastic.” You frowned. That’s not what you had meant. “Leon…” “You’re as responsible as I am, Y/N. You may have not realised you were pregnant because of what I did but you are the one forgot to take a fucking pill. And, how could you forget? How could you screw my life, both our lives, like that?” Leon screamed as he walked in circles in his office, like a lion in a cage, except that he was lost. He was lost in fear, panic and anger. And he had no control over them. Hard to bear for someone usually so grounded. And that what was pissed him off the most in this situation. Not the news of your pregnancy but lack of control.

“Do you really think I want to be a father at the moment? Or ever? Do you really think our lives or this world are fit to welcome a kid right now?” His voice trembled, powerful emotions finally getting the better of him. A child of his could not be born in such an unsafe dark world. A child could not be part of his messed up cataclysmic life. Family was not made for him. He couldn’t be the devoted agent he was, save the world from awful monsters and have a normal life waiting for him at home. Leon had come to that conclusion years ago. And he even had accepted it long before meeting you. “No. But it’s there now. So please, let’s figure out what to do.” You begged, understanding his fear and yet still trying to reason with him. “What do you want to figure out, Y/N? I told you I didn’t want to be a father. And I thought I made that pretty clear when we had the baby conversation at the beginning of our relationship.” Crystal clear. No living together, no marriage, no children. So were the terms of your relationship. A sacrifice he had asked you to make if you truly wanted to be with him. And you had made it out of love for him. But there was someone else, someone else you loved as deeply as you loved Leon if not more.

“So what do I do?” You asked, lost, using the pronoun ‘I’ because you truly felt on your own right now. “Fuck, I don’t know, Y/N. I don’t fucking know.”

3. Bargaining

But you eventually made a choice, one Leon never saw coming. And all he got was a letter; a simple piece of paper to explain the sacrifice you had decided to make. A letter not even truly addressed to him that made him realise that words could indeed hurt more than actions because, had he had the choice, he would have taken a thousand knives in the heart over those hundreds painful tearstained words.

“My dear baby,

As I write this to you, you’re barely the size of a peach, taking a small place in my womb but already a big one in my heart in a way I never thought humanly possible. If someone had told me that one day I would love someone that intensely, that unconditionally to a point I would sacrifice everything for them, even my own life, I would have laughed to their face. But here you are, not even born and yet making me take a decision I never believed I would take. Giving up on the man I love. Yes, it’s going to be just the two of us from now on. Mother and child building a life together. Not the perfect family portrait but it will be ours and it will be full of love and tenderness. And I hope you’ll like it despite its flaws. I wish I had given you a dad but fate decided otherwise. He decided otherwise. But please, don’t hate him for that. Your dad is an incredible man. A man I love and will always love. A man that will always be a part of me whatever I do. A man that offered me the chance to be a mother. But he is not ready to make a room for you in his heart the way I did. I guess he would have under other circumstances but you don’t need to know them just yet. What you need to know is that your dad is a hero and that heroes sacrifice themselves. Always. Remember him that way. As a selfless man who chose the safety of the world – the world you live in - over his own happiness, because he’s done too much good for you or me to hate him. But don’t worry, my baby. While Daddy is making the world a safer place, I am here to make it a loving one.

I love you,

Your mum.”

That letter stayed on his coffee table for days, lying there for him to read again and again, next to a bottle of fine old whisky Leon would empty one glass after another, one regret after another, begging God –even though he did not believed in him – to bring you back to him.

There’s nothing worse than regrets, nothing worse than sitting alone with yourself and wait for sorrow to finally drown you, nothing worse than being lost in a maze of ‘what if’ and ‘if only’ and knowing that you cannot change anything.

What if he had made an effort? What if he had reacted otherwise and not like an ass? What if he had told you he loved you? What if he had said it would be okay? What if he had simply accepted this baby? How is life would be right now?

And he imagined it. He imagined himself at home with you in his arms, hand over your belly, feeling his child kicking and rolling under his palm. He imagined your smile, your soft giggles. Your happiness. And it crushed him. It crushed him because he wasn’t able to imagine anything else. He could not imagine the dark world he knew all too well. He could not imagine the fear or the pain he always thought he would feel in this situation.

And with regrets came guilt.

If only he had made and effort. If only he had reacted otherwise and not like an ass. If only he had told you he loved you. If only he had said it would be okay. If only he had accepted your baby. His life would be so much better right now.

4. Depression

But you were gone and with you all his hopes of future happiness. You had taken everything from him, leaving him alone, in the dark and purposeless, wandering in his fancy apartment with a new bottle of liquor each evening.

Leon knew depression. But this depression, the one he was experiencing right now, was the worst he had ever experienced. Because if you were gone, it was not because of a bullet, it was not because of a bomb or a BOW. It was because of him. It was entirely his fault. And he couldn’t even change it.

You would not see him, not even talk to him, despite all the messages left on your voicemail or the letters in which he apologized and begged you to come back, telling you if was ready to change and that he was ready to welcome this baby if it meant you'd be together again. And it destroyed him.

He became a mess and he eventually did what he did best. He left, finding refuge in an isolated part of America, a lost cottage in the mountains to drink his sorrow away in peace, somewhere where no one would judge him or find him.

He was wrong about the last part. As one day, after weeks and weeks of radio silence and isolation, an old friend came to knock at his door to kick his ass back to where he belonged. Guess there was no escaping Claire Redfield.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? The Leon I know would never sit there powerlessly and accept his fate that easily.” Leon would have sent anyone packing after a sentence like that one. But Claire wasn’t just anyone. He listened to her. “You want Y/N back? Then quit your bullshit, Leon, and go find her.” “She doesn’t want to talk to me, Claire.” She scoffed, taking his glass of whisky away from him and throwing the liquid away. “So what? You’re gonna stay here for the rest of your miserable life, drinking and crying, and concede defeat? That doesn’t sound like you.” He accepted her scolding, admitting she was right but he had lost the strength to fight. “I know it’s hard, Leon. I do.” Her tone was suddenly so soft and comforting. “I know what it is to lose someone you love as deeply as you love Y/N. But you can still fix it.” “How? She pushed me out of her life. She even moved out. She doesn’t want me anymore.” Claire sighed. “How naïve you are. She loves you. She wants you back. She really does but she doesn’t want you to accept this baby just because you feel like you don’t have a choice. She wants you to want it, truly want it.”

There was a silence, a moment of introspection in which Leon felt the fear and the anxiety rushing in his veins again, knotting his stomach tightly. “I’m not ready, Claire. I’m scared.” Tears misted up his tired blue eyes. “ I know. And it’s normal. But there’s a girl in a hospital out there who’s about to give birth to your child and she needs you, now more than ever.”

5. Acceptance

His head was dizzy, his hands were clammy and his legs were trembling. As Leon was following the nurse in the neonatology wing of the maternity hospital, dressed in a hospital uniform, he wondered if it was the smell of disinfectant or the fright he was feeling growing inside of him that was making him want to puke right now. Perhaps a little bit of both. “It’s this way.” The nurse opened a door and waved him to join her by a small incubator in the middle of the room, a sweet smile on her face.

But Leon froze, completely petrified. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. All he could do was watching at his five pounds of fear sleeping few steps away from him. “Someone’s here to see you, little angel. It’s your daddy.” Daddy? The word made Leon tremble and small tears appear in his eyes, tears that instantly grew bigger when the small creature finally moved its tiny arms. “Many fathers are afraid when they come here. But I assure you there’s nothing to fear. Your baby is fragile but you won’t hurt her, I promise.” Leon’s blue eyes met briefly the nurse before fixing themselves upon the face of the little thing lying in the incubator. “A daughter?” He had a daughter? He was the father of a little girl? This tiny angel in a pink beanie right there? He approached her, instinctively, wanting so badly to see her from up close. She was so beautiful and yet so tiny.

“Would you like to hold her?” Leon nodded, without thinking twice about it and the nurse made him sit down and remove the top of his hospital uniform, informing him that it would be better for his daughter to feel his skin since it was warmer and more reassuring than any fabric.

That first contact felt weird but Leon was certain of one thing, he had never hold anything so minuscule, light and fragile in his entire life. It scared him for a second, afraid she would break, but the instinct to protect her was stronger than anything else. “I’ll leave you two alone. If you need anything I’m not far.” Leon didn’t notice the nurse leave, mesmerized by that piece of him nestled in his arms right against his naked chest, watching her with wonder and awe, barely believing that he had made this … that you both had made this. “You’re so perfect.” He whispered as he dared caress her soft tender rosy cheek. His skin felt so rough against hers that she grimaced slightly. “So pure.”

Her hands were so little, just like her feet. Leon touched her fingers, still impressed by their size and shivered when they suddenly grabbed his index. “Wow, how strong you are, little princess.” He grinned, looking at her weak grip until he felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

They were dark and blue, soft innocent baby eyes scrutinizing him with astonishment, discovering his face and bonding with him in ways Leon had never thought possible. He could see the world in those blue eyes just as much as his daughter was discovering the world through his. And he could feel love, strong and unconditional, a love he would never be able to feel for anyone else, he was sure of it. A fatherly love. One that would make him move mountains just for the sake of protecting his child. One that would make him give up his life for hers. How beautiful yet how scary.

And he cried tears of joy and guilt, happy to have her in his life and yet sorry that he hadn’t be there for her sorry. He had missed too much. First echography, first move, first kick, first cry. All that because of fear and stubbornness. And he felt awful because of it.

A hand pressed gently on his shoulder. Leon turned around to see you standing next to him, a tired smile on your face. “Y/N” You knelt by his side, softly caressing the head of your daughter who had fallen asleep in the strong arms of her father. “I’m sorry... I am so sorry. I should have been there for you.” “ You’re here now. And that’s all that matters.”

Yes, he was here and he would remain here, by his daughter’s side and by yours, until his last breath. For first steps, first words, first birthday, first drawing, first day at school, first love, first heartbreak. He would forever be here for her and make the world a safer place for her. He had finally found a reason to keep fighting. And it was five pounds of pure love.

Little (baby’s name) Claire Kennedy.

Making his life brighter despite five stages of fatherhood he would willingly go through again if it meant he could hold her in his arms forever.

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pvrkacciosan · 3 years

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♤The NEO Chronicles♤

Part 1

Description: The NEO bloodline is said to be decendant from the gods, that is why they rule as royals in a place known as The NEO kingdom.

The bloodline has always tried to stay pure to it's blood heritage but with the next generation growing up and no NEO bloodline females being born, the king and queen turn to drastic measures which eventually landed them with not one, but four NEO female heirs, all who were gifted with abilities of the elements.

Wind, Fire, Earth and Water

But when you tip a scale one way, it always has to dip in the other direction before levelling out again.

this must happen

But at what cost?

SIDE NOTE: This is my first post on Tumblr, I have this book of wattpad as well, I apologise if this is bad...I'm not confident in my writing yet so I was debating if I should even post this but anyway...

《The Calm before the storm》

The feeling of the old book bindings brushed against her finger tips as she looked along the bookshelves for a book that could peak her interest.

Haru huffed as her fingers rap around a spine of a book's leather binding, she let out a sigh of satisfaction at the familiar feeling.

Turning around she walked further back into the vast library, She came across three elegant figure all sat upon long lounge chairs, dressed in smooth flowing dresses, one a misty grey colour, one a deep red, the other ocean blue.

One of the figures look up from her book as Haru continued her way towards them, the girl's light brown hair fell in front of her face. Brushing it back her eyes connected with Haru's.

Haru looked into the ocean blue eyes of her sister Mirae, Mirae gave Haru a kind smile as she tucked another strand of hair behind her ear.

Haru smiled back as she lowered herself down onto her own lounge chair, which was positioned across the room from her sister's, placing a hand of the arm of the chair, her fingers curling into the fabric of the chair.

She leaned back, opening the book a sigh of contentment leaving her lips. The feeling of the pages transported her into the world of green gables, with Anne and Gilbert.

Haru loved how Anne always imagined her self as a princess, oh how Haru wishes she could switch lives with the red headed girl, the book acted as an escape for Haru, it allowed her to escape all the responsibilities and expectations people had given to her as her time as one of the four NEO princesses.

The noise of someone clamping a book shut repels Haru to look up, her sisters Eui and Mirae had also looked up from their books, The oldest, Ara, sat directly across from Haru, she was now sitting up straight with her hands placed on top of a book which vacated the space on her lap.

"I must speak with you all" Ara spoke, she looked up to her sisters as she placed the book on the table which was positioned next to her lounge chair.

Haru closes her book, Mirae following suit also closes over her book, Eui had already done so, Haru watched closely as Eui closed her eyes, upon re-opening them Haru could see the red haze that usually filled them.

This was the only way Eui was able to see, if she used her other eye she could see heat signatures, unlike her three sister Eui had been gifted with fire but not with the gift of sight, and there for was partially blind.

Haru had never really asked her sister what her world looked like through her eyes, but Haru imagined it looked totally different to the one she looked at everyday.

But the fact of her sisters partial blindness was not the important topic right now, Haru looks towards Ara, Haru sits herself up preparing herself for what Ara may say.

The three youngest princesses looked to the oldest, who almost seemed lost for her words. She takes in a breath before she begins to talk.

"the king and queen" Ara said as she paused for a second, the room fell silent, Ara opened her mouth to continue with what she was saying.

"why do you address them like that?" Haru interrupted, Eui and Mirae both look to Haru

Mirae being the youngest looks uncertain of the the outcome to Haru's interruption while Eui held an emotionless expression as she looked at the floor.

"The king and queen" Ara starts again in a more demanding tone.

Haru catches Ara's glares, Haru just glares difinelty back at her, she held her chin up as she kept her gaze on her oldest sister. Haru never did understood Ara's ways.

Haru knew Ara always had trouble with impressing their parents but to go as far as using their royal titles to address them.

"Haru!, are you listening?" Ara spoke up in an attempt to gather up her younger sister's scrambled thoughts.

"what?" Haru stated raising an eyebrow at her older sister.

"I beg your pardon?" Ara quipped an even more annoyed look on her face.

"oh for the good of my sanity" Haru muttered under her breath as Ara continued to stare at her.

"Excuse me, what was that?" Ara spoke up, harshly trying to coax her sister to repeat her words.

"nothing" Haru mumbled as she turned away from Ara, Eui and Mirae both sat in silence, both refusing to make a single sound.

"As I was saying, the King and Queen have made some new arrangements" Ara started again, placing her hand back on her lap, she pulled her shoulders back as she turned towards Haru.

Haru, who refused to make eye contact with any of her three sisters had turned her head away, she looked away, towards a stacks of book waiting to be put away.

Her attention was drawn to the window, outside she could see the clear blue sky, she watched a small cluster of birds swarmed around in a group in the middle of the air moving around gracefully and with formation. They worked together, not against each other.

From where she was sat Haru could feel the light draft coming from the window. Haru's thoughts begin to drift off, like the cloud in the sky,

She reminded herself of all the countless days she would lay outside on the grass in the gardens, with only a loose fitted dress covering her slender body, though she wore the outfit much to her mother's disapproval, she found it far more comfortable than the outfits suited for the torture device know as a corset.

"They have arranged to have the five youngest princes come to fight for your hand"

Those words were like a cold slap to the face. Pulling her from her daydream, Haru whipped her head back around to the three other figures in the spacious room.

Haru scans their faces, Ara holds a hard stare, Mirae looks half confused while Eui has an emotionless expression which indicates she is probably deeply embedded in her thoughts.

"who's hand?, mine?" Haru screeches as she points a finger at her chest for emphasis. Haru sees Mirae look to Ara then to Eui, while the two oldest still have their attention fixated on Haru.

Haru takes a breath in, before she gets her words out Eui brings a hand up to silence her. Calmly Eui turns to the maid who was stationed at the door of the library.

"please could you give us a moment?" she spoke in a soft tone. " of course madam" the maid spoke obediently, she removed herself from the room as asked, the door shutting quietly behind her, closing with a click.

Haru didn't dare say anything until Eui had turned back to face her direction.

"I'M NOT GETTING MARRIED!" Haru yells placing both her hand on the seat next to her on the chair.

"Its not really up for debate, Haru" Ara adds, Eui sent a look in Ara direction.

Haru pushes herself up from her lounge chair, she moves across the room towards the window, she looked out of it, she watched as the gardens were attended by people as they moved around the hedges and great bushes of colourful flowers.

"Its not fair, I didn't get a choice" Haru uttered in a broken tone, she turned back around to face her sisters.

Ara held a stone cold look, while Eui face contorted into one of sympathy.

"we never get a choice we are princesses, choices are not in our royal duties" Ara stated, standing up from her chair to be at level with Haru.

Ara was taller then them all but that did not stop Haru from putting up a fight when one was needed, Ara did not intimidate her.

"Screw royal duties!" Haru exclaimed as she strutted her way towards the doors which exits the library.

"Haru!, don't you dare walk away" Ara commanded to the younger girl, who would not here the voice of reasons right now as she reached out for the brass door handle.

Without even looking over in Ara's direction Haru heaved the big heavy wooden door open.

She didn't even spare a second to close it properly she just let it swing open into the hall, as she thundered her way down, getting as far away from Ara and her problems as she could.

She stormed her way through the hallway, flying past the abundance of painting strung up on the walls, her shoes thudding against the wooden flooring as she walked.

Turning a corner Haru wasn't paying attention as she collided straight into another body.

Both individuals stumbled backwards, she gasped as she looked up, her eye meeting with the other person's.

Haru found herself staring into the familiar eyes of a boy she sees far too often.

"oh hello, Haru, is everything okay?" The boy asked holding a hand out for the girl, who sat sprawled out on the floor in a not so lady-like manner, reaching up she grabbed his hand, as he pulled her up from the floor.

"peachy" Haru replied sarcastically, while smoothing out the folds in her light green dress.

"oh no, Ara told you didn't she?" He questioned

"YOU KNEW?!" Haru all but yelled, the boy in question jumped at her sudden outburst.

Haru had turned to walk away when he leaned forward grabbing onto her elbow.

Haru spun to look back at him , she paused staring down at his hand which gripped her arm, the boy refused to say anything his sudden burst of confidence disappearing.

He may be one of Haru's older brothers, but out of his four sisters Haru was the one he didnt like to mess with.

Ara was always too stuck up in impressing their parents, she was too well behaved all the time, she would always thinks 'what would a queen do'.

Eui the second oldest has a more realistic and fair way of doing things, she always had to hear both sides of a story before deciding on a course of action.

Mirae the youngest out of the four was super caring and sweet, she would never hurt a fly. she was very gentle in everything she does.

Haru on the other hand has never liked to follow the orders she was given, she didn't want to grow up and become queen one day, she wanted to go out into the world and live free of all rule and expectations, her whole life she had been fighting.

Haru did wonder what her life would be like if she wasn't fighting it, she had thought about succumbing to the life she had been given, and she felt there would be a time were she grew too tired to put up a fight, but that day was not today.

"let me go Mark" Haru spoke in a calm voice, the tranquillity in her tone put Mark on edge, Haru very rarely goes from being upset to calm, Mirae often calls it "the calm before the storm"

Mark just calls it "the moment before the volcano erupts" but both phrases work the same way.

" no, come on, I wish to speak with you" Mark said, giving Haru's arm a light tug before walking off.

Next Part》

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viviansternwood · 5 years

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How do you make a gif?

What a fantastic question.

This will be a full-blown tutorial, and I’m going to do my best to keep this as beginner-friendly as possible, but if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask via inbox or DMs or whichever way suits you.

You will need Photoshop to be able to follow this tutorial. I will be using this particular gif as an example:

The rest of the tutorial is under the cut.

Step 1. Download

First we download the video we’re going to gif. It always has to be in HD quality, preferably 1080, but sometimes 720 can work too, but no less. Gifs will not look good if the video you’re giffing is in bad quality.

The idea is to use torrent as little as possible because of the consequences, so, depending on what I want to gif, my method of download will vary. If it’s a relatively recent and well-known movie/tv show, then I usually check out this website for movies, and this one for tv shows.

If it’s something more obscure than that - say an old movie - you’ll have to use torrent, unfortunately.

For youtube videos, I use this app.

Step 2. Screencaps

Now that you’ve downloaded your video, you’ll need to make screencaps. The app I use is MPlayer OSX Extended - it works only for Mac. For both Mac and Windows, you can use MPEG Streamclip, but I prefer the former because it can be used for any format, whereas MPEG Streamclip only works with mp4.

I actually don’t have MPEG Streamclip anymore, so this tutorial will only show how I personally make screencaps, so with MPlayer.

The steps are simple:

Open the video

Find the scene you want to capture

Pause the video

Hold ‘command + shift + S’ until the scene ends

Make sure you choose a folder in which you want your screencaps to save (before you start capturing). To do this, while your video is open, go:

Mplayer OSX Extended > Preferences

This window will open:

At the bottom, where it says “Save screenshots to”, you can choose your location.

Step 3. Importing Screencaps

Once the screencaps are done, we open Photoshop and go: File > Scripts > Load Files into Stack

Next it’ll open a browsing window, and you find the folder in which you saved your screencaps. At this stage I like to make sure I only upload the shots that will be on my gif, leaving out the extra ones I may have captured (like the beginning of the next scene, for example).

Use Shift to choose a lot of shots at the same time:

Then click OK.

While they’re uploading to photoshop, make sure you don’t click anywhere until the process is finished because otherwise it might not upload all the shots.

Step 4. Editing

Once your screenshots are in, the first thing you need to do is decide on the size of the gif. There are specific sizes which tumblr supports so that your gifs don’t appear blurred. I’m going to make a list of all possible combinations that I know. This will go from largest possible size a gif can be to the smallest and will show how it will look in gifsets (all the gifsets will be mine, sometimes from sideblogs).

Any number of gifs, one in a row:

540x540 (example)

540x450 (example)

540x320 (example)

540x240 (example)

An even number of gifs, two gifs in a row, side by side:

268x404 (example)

268x350 (example)

268x300 (example)

268x268 (example)

268x220 (example)

268x192 (example)

268x150 (example)

9 gifs:

177x177 for side gifs and 178x177 for the middle gif in each row (example)

In this case, I will be making a standard 540x240 gif.

First we resize the image. Because these are caps from a movie and not a TV show (resolutions are different for TV), the cap is wide but short, that means that I change the size of the image by height. To do this:

Image > Image Size

This window opens:

Where it says “height”, we type in 240 and click OK.

Then we zoom in to a 100%.

Next, we make sure the timeline is open. To do this:

Window > Timeline

Once that’s done, down at the timeline, we click “Create Frame Animation”:

At the right of the timeline, right under the layers, we click on this little thing:

And choose “Make Frames from Layers”

The frames will now be in reversed order because that’s how the layers always upload, so we click on that little four lines thing in the upper right corner of the timeline again and choose “Reverse Frames”:

And now is the time to have a look at your frames and see if you need to delete any. Make sure that if you delete a frame, you delete a corresponding layer as well. The gif will have to be under 3mb for tumblr to display it correctly, so make sure there aren’t too many frames. But this isn’t a huge issue because once you’ve saved the ready gif, you can always reopen it and delete some frames.

In this case I have 36 frames, and I’m going to take it down to 34 just to be safe. This is what the gif looks like at this stage:

Once that’s done, the next step is to set the delay. Every giffer does this according to their personal preferences, but I personally do this. If your gif doesn’t involve any talking - so you won’t be adding text, then set the delay to 0.07. If it involves adding text later, don’t touch the delay at all at the moment, it’ll have to be done later.

Because this gif doesn’t involve adding any text, I’m setting the delay to 0.07. Again, hold Shift to choose all the frames.

The slowed down gif looks like this:

Now it’s time to crop! Choose the cropping tool and type 540x240 where it says “ratio”:

Choose the crop positioning to your liking and press enter.

The gif at the moment:

Now we do last preparations before colouring. For this, click at the little four lines again:

And choose “Convert to Video Timeline”.

Then choose all the layers and go Filter > Convert for Smart Filters.

Then go Filter > Sharpen > Smart Sharpen:

Which will open the window for smart sharpening, and here are my settings:

This is another one of those things that is down to each giffer, but what I usually do is, if it’s a really small gif, like 268x150 for example, I set radius to 0.2. If it’s a huge close up to a person’s face or a really big gif, like 540x540, I set the radius to 0.4. For all other gifs I always keep it on 0.3.

Then click OK.

Next, go Filter > Noise > Add Noise. Here are my settings for this:

Then, move the noise layer under the sharpening layer (I don’t know if this changes anything, but I always do it this way lol):

The gif ends up looking like this:

Now the editing is done, and it’s time to colour!

Step 5. Colouring

This is by far the hardest thing a giffer has to do, so if you don’t immediately get the hang of it, don’t be upset. You’ll learn eventually. I’m still learning, personally.

Again, all of this is very much down to each giffer, but here’s the way I do it.

Press the little “fill layer” button and choose Curves:

So the way I use curves is to even out the entire shot’s colouring. So if the scene is too red or too green or too blue or too yellow, it gets rid of the excess of that colouring and brings it down to normal. Can help so much in some cases.

What you do is choose the middle pipette in the window, which is to sample image to set grey point.

There’s also the option to set white point (bottom pipette) or black point (top pipette), but I don’t use those because it screws with your lighting too much.

To choose a point, I usually use the person’s eyebrows or hair. Sounds ridiculous, but it does work. In this case clicking on Dunkleman’s eyebrow makes the image too green:

So what I do instead is click on his hair, where it’s reddish brown, somewhere here.

This makes the image noticeably less red compared to the original:

But also, it made the image less vibrant, so we’re fixing that next. Fill layer > Vibrance:

And then I set Vibrance to 100, always. If the image is still not vibrant enough for my liking, I set saturation (in the same window) to 10 or 25 in some cases. And for this gif, I will set saturation to 10.

Here’s how the image ends up looking (just make sure it doesn’t make their faces ridiculously red or something, but if there’s some excess of colour, don’t worry):

Now go Fill layer > Exposure.

Here are my settings for this gif:

With exposure, it’s just a matter of keeping that balance between lightening it as much as possible but without their faces or bodies looking as bright as a christmas tree, and then adding offset and gamma correction to return normalcy to the picture.

Here’s what the image looks like now:

It’s obvious right now that their faces are a little too red and too yellow, so we’re going to fix that. Go Fill Layer > Selective Colour:

The task here is to make their faces appear as if they’re stood in normal daylight with no other filters. So as close to normal skin colour as possible. Be careful when giffing people of colour so that you don’t whitewash them.

In this case, I’m adding cyan in reds:

And taking down yellow in yellows:

And here’s what the image ends up looking like:

I’m quite satisfied with this result, so I’m going to leave it how it is, but sometimes I will tweak things more and use colour balance and other things.

Step 6. Add Text

Make sure you group your colouring layers at this point and then add your text as the top layer.

Step 7. Save the gif

To save a gif moving, you go File > Export > Save for Web:

This window opens up, and make sure that in the bottom right corner, where it says “looping options”, it’s set to “forever”:

As the last step, I add dither because it evens out the edited colours in the background. I tend to use “pattern”:

Then we press “save” and our gif is done!

Step 9. Reopen

If you added text to the gif and followed my advice, you wouldn’t have touched the delay back at the beginning. This is because converting to video timeline kicks the delay either into 0.03 (too fast) or into 0.07 (too slow for speaking gifs). So you have to reopen the gif now and set the delay to 0.06 (that’s the speed I like for my gifs where someone’s talking on them).

This is also a good time to delete some frames if your gif is 3mb or over. Remember it won’t move if it’s not under 3mb!

Hope all of this makes sense, and let me know if you have any questions!

#asks #ellediaz #ps tutorial #tutorials #tall girl netflix

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nikatyler · 5 years

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Tomorrow I’m going to Italy for a week, so I quickly wanted to talk about some things and reply to your comments from the past month. This is my last chance before we go. I might have wifi (I had it the past two times we went to this place) but still, I don’t think I’ll be around too much. I’ll catch up later. Simblr, promise you won’t start any drama when I’m not here, thank you. I’ll be back on 30th July, I think. I’m not sure when exactly we’ll be home.

I haven’t started the BC yet, but I’ll work on it when I get home. I’ve often seen people say they played through their BCs quickly, so hopefully that’ll be my case too. I don’t want you to wait too long! (And yes, I also really want to know who wins. Obviously.)

You might have noticed that my queue is a little longer now. I’m posting 9 posts a day and it’ll stay like this at least until BPR ends, I think. Speaking of which, all of BPR gen 1 is queued/drafted (and ready to be queued)! It’ll last for the next two months or so and then, as I promised, NSB is back. I honestly can’t wait for these guys to come back.

Also, I finally finished reading Kingdom of Ash yesterday and ooh boy. It was good. However, looking back to when I read the first book of the series, I had no idea I would be signing up for this. Throne of Glass, man...simpler times :D

dandylion240 replied to your post “I have a spot for any sim with the name of Caleb. Love gen 4 Caleb and...”

Oh that's a cool idea. I could see them being best friends!

Exactly! I’m dying to get Strangerville to see their friendship in action. I almost bought it when it was on sale in June (?), but I couldn’t. I was so close though D:

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Alright, good morning everyone! This is where it’ll all take place....”

Loving this look for her!! It's kinda weird after being used to her with blue hair but I like it!!

Honestly I’ve wanted to do this for a long time but this always stopped me. I always knew how weird it would be because I’m not used to it, but then I just decided to go for it and suffer for a bit lol. Worth it!

desira-sims replied to your photoset “felt cute, might burn down your house later, idk ��‍♀️��...”

This is too cute!

She is an adorable sim *-*

starburstshores replied to your post “Ahh, now that I can, I don’t feel like creating the replies post at...”

I started my simblr in university but ofc it depends ��

mintsweettea replied to your post “Ahh, now that I can, I don’t feel like creating the replies post at...”

If it makes you feel any better, I didn't start playing Sims (on pc, I used to play the original GameCube one) until I was away at college so there's that ��

I believe that I will have some time to play sims. Maybe not as much as I had in high school, but there’ll be something. I’m just not sure what I want to do with this free time. If I really want to spend it all by playing sims, ya know? I want to finally have some real life when I’m in uni. Don’t get me wrong, I love this game, I love this community, but it’s not everything. I’m tired of being lonely irl.

xiapxls replied to your post “Re: how to get people to play ask games. Well, it would be helpful if...”

yeah it does i feel like a solid 2/3 of the asks i send just... disappear somewhere and never actually get delivered. it makes talking to people on this site pretty difficult :(

That’s weird...

Guys, if you ever send an ask and I don’t respond, chances are I couldn’t even see it because tumblr ate it. I try to answer everything I get. Feel free to send it again.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “I have some tasks I need to work on…oooh, this ten seasons long TV...”

Hello, me

Me two

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Put some clothes on, you fool. “Nah.”

What's the deal with him?��

He’s too sexy for his clothes...wait, that was a song, wasn’t it? Don’t actually answer, I don’t want it to get stuck in my head :D

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Why would we watch the stars when the sky is so cloudy tonight? Oh…I...”

Gwyneth is a cutie❤️

She is! I can’t get enough of her face ;-;

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Take that as a yes, Eden.”

I'd be happy for them but this generation and spoilers about the pink kids make me rather suspicious ��

I can promise that we haven’t seen the last of Eden...but whether things will be good between them or not, I won’t reveal just yet.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Geez…just thinking about ruined waffles is making me physically sick....”

Are that the waffles though?

It’s never really the waffles

sparkiemonkey replied to your post “Sooo...”

I've killed a few, nearly killed the whole set of an edit I'm working on. I forgot it was summer and had everyone in warmer clothing.

Oh my god, that makes me feel a little better about myself. That hasn’t happened to me...yet.

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “My kind lost their rainbow skin colours a long time ago. You could say...”

Favorite moment? It had to be when Ross and Caleb finally got together!!!

Ahh, I remember when I played through that! I don’t think I was going to get them together at that point, but then they were sitting there and I just thought “screw it, just kiss already”.

cloudberry-sims replied to your photoset “Roxanne Clare artistic | absent-minded”

Adorable!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Roxanne Clare artistic | absent-minded”

Cute! ❤️

This legacy was blessed with adorable toddlers, just wait for it.

fogbrookcrossing replied to your photoset “Roxanne: “Food!” Gwyneth: “There you go, Roxy! Sorry it took me a...”

Roxy is so polite. ��

I mean...she’s not wrong.

froggypixel replied to your photoset “Be free, my child!”

Funny thing about this is that she’s literally headed down hill��

That’s the best thing about it!

#replies #dandylion240 #alfalfalegacy #desira-sims #starburstshores #mintsweettea #xiapxls #tinytany-thaanos #sparkiemonkey #cloudberry-sims #fogbrookcrossing #froggypixel

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gumnut-logic · 5 years

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Gentle Rain (Part Ten)

Title: Gentle Rain

Warm Rain Series

Author: Gumnut

30 Jan – 3 Feb 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening.

Word count: 2555

Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline.

Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel.

Author’s note: For @scribbles97 Well, anyone reading my Tumblr will know this part set me kicking and screaming and multiple headdesking. I got stuck and it wouldn’t write and I didn’t have a fun time. However last night I broke the first dam and this morning the second one kicked over and hooray, here be Part Ten. It should also be noted that somehow, Virgil is completely absent from this part. Please don’t hate me. This may have been why it was so hard to write - it may be my only fic bit without Virg ever. But he will be back, cos I have evil plans! Many thanks to both @scribbles97 and @the-lady-razorsharp for putting up with my extensive wailing and moaning and also for your wonderful support and help. And to all of you who have waited the extra few days while I kicked my brain into gear, thank you :D

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

“So what are your intentions towards Scott Tracy?”

Em stopped in the middle of the path. “Excuse me?”

The blonde woman’s expression was mild, perhaps a little curious. “You are obviously attracted to him.”

“And that is your business, how?” Oh, god, he didn’t have a girlfriend, did he? Her heart sank. He obviously liked this woman, greeting her with warmth. But then, it had been Scott who had taken her hand and then there was Kayo. Em frowned. There was no way his sister would let her anywhere near her brother if that had been the case. “Who are you to Scott Tracy?”

That perfectly plucked eyebrow rose at her. “Nothing more than a concerned friend.”

“Who has what to be concerned about?”

“Ms Harris,” and the woman squared her stance with Em’s. “The Tracy brothers are a unique situation. Do you think you are up to the challenge?”

“It is Doctor Harris, and I don’t see anyone, much less a Tracy, as sport.” She spun on the spot and continued at a walking pace down to the edge of the cliff in front of the house. Hovering on the edge, she stared out to the ocean. It was still a stunning colour, its turquoise stained by the yellows shed by the sky. But her stomach was unsettled. What did this woman want from her? Was she being warned off? Was she a ‘friend’ who believed she owned more than she did? What did she want with Scott Tracy?

She turned the ‘scoot around slowly to face Penelope. “What do you want?”

The woman smiled. “Simply to ensure Scott’s safety.”

Em sighed, her shoulders dropping. “Then you’re failing miserably. The man nearly got himself killed a few weeks back.”

“Some things simply can’t be helped.”

“Really? Well, they should be. These men are not superhuman, yet they are attempting superhuman feats. Virgil and Gordon were nearly killed this morning.” She was still seeing that wave attempting to engulf Thunderbird Two.

The woman didn’t react. “It comes with the territory. The question is, are you prepared to deal with the situation.”

Em locked her gaze into those challenging blue eyes, advancing instinctively, her fingers twitching on the ‘scoot’s controls in her palms as she fisted her hands. “I have dealt with life and death my entire career, with no small amount of consideration for my own and my family’s. I can ‘deal’ with the situation, Penelope.” Screw the ‘Lady’ part of the equation, she wasn’t acting like one. “It doesn’t mean I have to accept it.” Her blood boiled. “As for my ‘intentions’ towards Scott Tracy. That is my business, his business and has zero to do with anyone else. Quite frankly, your ‘ladyship’, you can bugger off.”

Again with the delicate arched eyebrow. “I see.” Pressed lips. “There was no need to resort to profanity.”

“I will resort to whatever the hell I have to.”

“That is good to know.” And Penelope turned back towards the house. “Now come, my dear, we have a new guest to meet.” A sudden roar of jet engines and Tracy Two was once again on approach to the runway.

Em stumbled mentally. What?

A glance at the landing aircraft and another at the elegant woman walking back up the path. The hell? Was that a test?

She grit her teeth.

Turning back to the ocean, she forced herself to calm down. There was no way she was letting this woman get under her skin.

The waves lapped at the bottom of the cliff mocking her.

Too bad she already had.

-o-o-o-

Scott loved his grandmother. He admired her for her spirit, her strength and her character. But the woman knew how to curdle a grandson’s stomach, and not just with her cooking.

As they all entered the comms room, Sally was hanging off her guest’s arm like an escort girl off a playboy at a party, and grinning just as guilelessly. Not really the position of a respected elder. Fortunately, the man she was ogling had more than two cents between his ears and was treating her kindly, not a little smitten himself.

He better.

Scott was still unsure of what he thought about his grandmother’s relatively new relationship. She had expressed so much eagerness the first time she set eyes on the man. Virgil’s hero worship hadn’t helped.

Scott sighed. The man seemed genuine enough and kindly, but he set off Scott’s protective instincts, both on his grandmother’s behalf and oddly regarding Virgil as well. He swore Virgil regressed in age around the man. Even Kayo had commented on it. It was almost as if his brother had found his messiah or something.

It made Scott uncomfortable.

But the man checked out. Kayo and Penelope had reassured him of this on several fronts. He was an honest man and he appeared to have an honest fondness for his grandmother. He even treated Virgil like a tolerant grandfather.

Scott eyed Grandma still staring up into the man’s eyes.

It sounded primitive, but he better treat his family kindly otherwise he’d park Thunderbird One’s rockets on his head and torch him with her afterburners.

A gasp. “Uncle Crispin?”

The non-sequitur echoed through the room like a ricochet.

Kip Harris looked up in astonishment. “Emaline?”

Scott stared at Em who had just come up the stairs behind Penny. He turned back to Kip...Harris. “You have got to be kidding me.”

But the man’s eyes were only for Em, widening in horror. “My god, Emaline! What happened?”

-o-o-o-

Em stared at the only remaining member of her family. Her father’s brother. He was staring at her, shock in his eyes.

She became very conscious of being half the woman she used to be, of the Tracys in the room, of the eyes staring at her in surprise.

Penelope’s blue gaze.

Everything.

Oh god.

Something was stuck in her throat.

She wasn’t ready for this.

Her heart thudded in her chest and she suddenly couldn’t get enough air. She had to get out.

Now.

With the echo of a pair of worried blue eyes following her, she activated the ‘scoot, backed away, tore down the stairs and out onto the patio desperate to escape. There had to be a way...

There. She tore between the pam trees and out onto a path that led who knew where.

-o-o-o-

If Scott had been more mobile, he might have grabbed her before she could have run, but he wasn’t.

Instead, he turned to his grandmother’s boyfriend, eyes blazing. “What the hell was that?”

But the man seemed truly in shock. “When...how did she lose her legs?”

Scott blinked. “What?”

A hand landed on his arm. “Scott.” He looked up to find Penny standing beside him. “Follow her.” There was something in the woman’s eyes and her voice dropped to a whisper. “She’s dealing with more than you know.”

His eyes widened and worry set in. With a glance at his grandmother who was moving to console Kip, he tore out of the room as fast as Thunderbird imPatient could take him.

-o-o-o-

The path wound its way around the edge of the island and before she knew it, she was beside the island’s runway, its parade of palm trees waving in the wind.

Each breath had become a sob. A harsh indrawn gasp followed by an incoherent whimper. She...it just...oh god....she should never have come. What could they possibly be thinking of her? What could he be thinking?

And to run like that. What had happened to her spine? Where was her strength? Why was she sobbing instead of snarling?

She let the ‘scoot drift, not caring where it took her, and not surprised when it collided with a straggly bush beside the cliff overlooking the ocean. Her eyes caught the waves far below, but they blurred with unshed tears.

And she was crying.

All of it. The accident, Scott’s injuries, her injuries, the loss of her legs, becoming friends with legends, travelling to Tracy Island, Virgil’s injuries, the cyclone and Thunderbird Two, Scott, his kiss, his smile, his eyes, his voice...

“Em?”

Oh, god, no.

She hid her face in her hands, desperately attempting to straighten herself out. Fear, mortification, embarrassment.

There was a hand on her arm.

And he was turning her, drawing her to him, reaching up to pull her down to his height, his one arm as strong as it had been earlier in the day, his broken arm, flailing for grip.

And it was his broken arm that caused her to give in. She couldn’t have him doing himself anymore damage. She couldn’t.

Just couldn’t.

The ‘scoot dropped and he grabbed her. And she gave in, dropped her shields and let it all go.

Crying all over his shoulder, leaving tear stains on his shirt. But she couldn’t stop, it was just too much.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

He was saying something, but she couldn’t hear him over her sobbing. He was holding her tight.

She shouldn’t be doing this. She should be strong. Em Bloody Harris...oh, hell. Another rush of tears. God, what was he thinking of her?

He was stroking her hair, combing fingers through her curls.

It was strangely calming.

Soft.

And finally she could hear him. It was a mantra. “It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.” One for each stroke of his hand.

Like a heartbeat.

She focussed on it. He kept doing it.

Her breathing evened out. It was lulling and she was exhausted.

He kissed her hair and she let herself simply drift in his arms. Safe.

Time hung.

“Em?”

She blinked wet lashes, almost half asleep, and realised what she was doing.

Oh god.

She struggled to sit up, to regain a modicum of dignity, but he wouldn’t let her go.

“It’s okay. Stay there.” He had his fingers in her hair again, soothing. “It’s okay.”

Her heart twisted, but she was tired of fighting, tired of keeping it all together. She let a breath go and sagged into him. He held her tight.

“I think we need to talk.” His voice was quiet and undemanding. Her breath hitched a moment, but she knew he was right. She owed him an explanation.

But the words wouldn’t come.

“Did you lose your legs in Perth?”

Her breath caught in her throat and it came out parched. “Yes.” She was glad she couldn’t see his face.

His grip tightened on her arm. “Why didn’t you tell me? All this time..” He stopped talking and resumed stroking her hair. “What happened under that building?”

And still she couldn’t say it. She didn’t want him to know, yet she had screwed it all up royally. Hell, half his family knew already and it wouldn’t be fair to keep him in the dark. But still she couldn’t say it.

A sharp indrawn breath. “What did you do? You came to me. You helped me. What happened, Em?”

There was fear in his voice. “I didn’t want to tell you.” Her voice was faint. She could hardly hear herself. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“My fault? Hell, what did you do?”

She had to sit up. She had to look him in the eye. He deserved that much.

He let her go and she straightened, catching her first sight of his worried blue eyes. She swallowed and forced her voice to work. “You were bleeding badly, but I couldn’t reach you. I was pinned. I knew that if I didn’t help you, your chances were not good. So I...got myself out from under the rubble to reach you.” He was staring at her in horror. She panicked grabbing his arms. “I didn’t feel it. It didn’t hurt. I’ve been a paraplegic for over five years. So I haven’t really lost anything. They were useless anyway.” At least that is what she was going to tell herself for the rest of her life.

He was still staring at her, his gorgeous blue eyes still horrified. She hurried to continue. “It was my choice. You couldn’t die. You and your brothers have sacrificed so much. I couldn’t let you die.” She straightened, grasping for that spine she had, the one that actually worked when she wasn’t a sobbing mess. “It was my choice.”

Still he didn’t say anything. A swallow and his stare continued, but she could see his mind racing behind those eyes. What was he thinking? His lips parted, but still nothing came out.

And suddenly she was in his arms and he was crushing her to him.

She gasped, the hoverscoot slipping out from under her, only staying attached due to her harness. Her weight was all on him and she was suddenly aware of his pounding heart beating through his ribcage into hers.

But most of all she was aware that the bloody idiot was putting pressure on his injured ribs and abdomen and if she didn’t move, she was likely going to hurt him. But she couldn’t get purchase and he wouldn’t let go.

“Don’t you dare hurt yourself.” She said it muffled into his shoulder.

Still he said nothing, just clung to her. She couldn’t see his face. She had no idea what he was thinking.

“Scott?”

No answer.

“Scott?”

His shoulders straightened under her and he was letting her go. She could feel his shields going up and when she was finally able to get her ‘scoot back under her, he had regained his composure with the exception of a sparkle in his eyes. She swallowed. He had called on the commander of International Rescue.

She still had no idea what he was thinking.

Had she ruined everything?

He reached out and took her hand. “Thank you, Em.” He looked down at their hands, his head shaking slowly. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you for such a...sacrifice.” His voice broke on the last word.

She flared up. “You don’t owe me anything, Scott. It was my decision.”

“But-“

“No!” And now she was angry. “There is no debt. It was my choice, Scott Tracy, don’t you dare try to take that away from me.” Softer. “Please don’t let this come between us.”

Us. She shivered. Was there an ‘us’?

Something sparked in that blue. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. “Us?” He smiled the most alluring smile he had deployed on her yet, his eyes peering up at her through his long, dark lashes.

“Oh, you shit.” She thwapped him on his shoulder, just as he grabbed for her again around her waist drawing her in, his smile becoming a grin as she squirmed.

And then they were nose to nose, his eyes were sparkling again and he was kissing her.

There was something there that wasn’t there before, something passionate, something urgent, he needed something and she had it.

She saw stars as he took her breath away.

When he finally let her go, her head was spinning and her body reacting. Bloody hell.

His hand cupped her cheek and her vision was full of those gorgeous blue eyes again. He kissed her gently once more. His voice was little more than breath. “Thank you, Em.”

Caught, her own voice as breathless as his, all she could say was, “You’re welcome.”

-o-o-o-

End Part Ten.

Part Eleven

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #grandma tracy #sally tracy #scott/em #scott/oc #warm rain #gentle rain #penelope creighton-ward

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winterhalcyon · 6 years

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Taggged by the lovely and amazing @towalkinyourlight who is a most stellar individual.

rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people

— what was your last…

1. drink: water you, gotta stay hydrated 2. phone call: My sister, she wanted me to pick up snacks yesterday. 3. text message: Also my sister, we were complaining about how long this guy was speaking in church today. 4. song you listened to: Last of the Real Ones by Fall Out Boy 5. time you cried: I honestly can’t remember. Oh shoot wait I do. It was in Black Panther when Bucky showed up. I didn’t cry persay, but tears were [resent in my optical area.

— have you ever…

6. dated someone twice: nope. 7. kissed someone and regretted it: yEP << hard same << Super same 8. been cheated on: No, but the last guy I dated got married a month after we broke up to a girl he met the day after we broke it off. So does that count? 9. lost someone special: Too many. 10. been depressed: Probabaly. 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Nope, @anglo-saxintrash can attest that I would in fact be the designated driver and would never partake in anyting more than a glass of brandy.

— fave colours

12. Hunters Green 13. Turquoise 14. Amethyst

— in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: Yes, and I love all three of them dearly 16. fallen out of love: The prerequisite to this is actually being in love, which are both hard no’s. 17. laughed until you cried: Oh yes, many times. 18. found out someone was talking about you: Oh gosh, so many times. 19. met someone who changed you: I think everybody you meet changes you in small ways, so I’d say yes. 20. found out who your friends are: Yup. 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list: Well, I’m not friends with them anymore.

— general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: most of them. the real question is do i like most of facebook friends? because that answer is no << This. 23. do you have any pets: I used to have a pet fish named Fish, but he passed away some time ago. 24. do you want to change your name: I alwasy think about it, but then I think it would suit one of my characters much more than I. 25. what did you do for your last birthday: I honestly can’t remember. 26. what time did you wake up today: 8:00 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: SLEEPING. LIKE A REASONABLE PERSON WHO GETS ADEQUATE AMOUNTS OF REST MEGAN. 28. what is something you can’t wait for: to find out what my co-workers tumblr is, because I know he has one. 30. what are you listening to right now: Carribean Blue by Enya 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom: I actually don’t think that I have??? 32. something that’s getting on your nerves: Stupid people who don’t listen to grammar and English advice even though that is my job. 33. most visited website: hmmmmmmm, tumblr or netflix << yeah same. 34. hair colour: brown with highly unnatual loking red under streaks in it. 35. long or short hair: Like medium length? 36. do you have a crush on someone: Sure do. 37. what do you like about yourself: That I am probably one of the coolest and awesomest people on the entire planet at this very moment. 38. want any piercings: I mean I think about it, but I used to pierce ears and I have no real intrest in getting more. 39. blood type: A+ if I remember correctly 40. nicknames: Kadi, Kat, Kadi with a D (I hate you Nic) 41. relationship status: Single and apparently flirty. 42. sign: Libra 43. pronouns: she/her 44. fave tv show: Parks and Rec. But recently Brooklyn 99 has been knocking it out of the park and I am loving it. 45. tattoos: None, but again I think about them a lot and they match my aesthetic so well. 46. right or left handed: right 47: ever had surgery: nope 48. piercings: ears 49. sport: I can play most any sport in varying degrees of success. 50. vacation: I want to go to Scottland. Like. I WANT to go to Scottland. 51. trainers: A pokemon trainer.

— more general

52. eating: I love noodles, but also sushi and pizza. 53. drinking: WATER BITCHES 54. i’m about to watch: Nothing, I am going to bed after this. But I’m going to watch Downton Abby tomorrow so I guess that. 55. waiting for: this semester to be over << oh my gosh yes. 56. want: to be done with school. there’s a trend here, in case you’re not picking it up. << this trend seems to be shared 57. get married: One day, but now I just want to bomb around like a boss and chill. 58. career: I want to be an editor for a publishing company while writing my own books, but I’m also looking into being a paralegal.

— which is better

59. hugs or kisses: They are both stupid. 60. lips or eyes: eyes 61. shorter or taller: I’m already tall, so tallness is a must. 62. older or younger: Around the same age, but not younger. 63. nice arms or stomach: You know, since I said neither on that other one I’m going to say both on this one and even out the anwsers. 64. hookup or relationships: Preferably a relationship 65. troublemaker or hesitant: Why are those my only options? What about Reliable or Responsible? Those R words sound nice.

— have you ever

66. kissed a stranger: New Years 2016 was a wild night. 67. drank hard liquor: Only in essence. 68. turned someone down: It happens all the time, and I enjoy it more than I should. 69. sex on first date: Never. 70: broken someone’s heart: Oh I know I have. 71. had your heart broken: Nope, and I’d return the favor by breaking something of theirs. 72. been arrested: I’ve come close. 73. cried when someone died: Absolutly. 74. fallen for a friend: I mean we became friends the same time I had a crush on him so yes?

— do you believe in

75. yourself: Always. 76. miracles: Oh my gosh yes. 77. love at first sight: I mean I can love how you look, but the rest? No. 78. santa claus: Ah yes, capatilism at its finest. Screw you red man. 79. angels: Yes, but a bit differently than the norm.

— misc

80. eye colour: blueis green 81. best friend’s name: I’ve got a couple. 82. favourite movie: A tie between Pride and Prejudice and Remember the Titans. 83. favourite actor: SEBASTIAN STAN 84. favourite cartoon: Voltron: Legendary Defender 85. favourite teacher’s name: Haggarty

Tagging: @anglo-saxintrash @nightbleeder @dragons-are-real-bruh @daughter-of-mortain @aliens-are-really-real and anybody else who wants to participate!

#things I'm tagged in #delinquent meg #kadi speaks #all the things you never knew you wanted to know about me #seriously I will find you nic #I know you have a tumblr #you think you're too cool for this site but your trash just like me

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markleetrashh · 7 years

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Makeup Voiceover;Taeyong

Request: I literally have your tumblr on my internet tab all the time, never closing it once :'' i love your work!! Can i request a make up voice over by taeyong? I think it'd be funny considering how he's always the manlyman lol THANKKKS

A/N: i actually feel like he'd be super sweet & soft while doing this so sorry if it wasn't what you expected!!

i've only recently just got back to writing so i hope this isnt too bad

and i think it's been long too since i wrote for taeyong?

but i hope this is good enough and it works!!

also

im running out of makeup brands to write google isnt helping anymore help this clueless makeup girl out

let's go

so taeyong's always been fascinated by your skills and makeup

he'd straight up just stare at you with his mouth open as you do your makeup

kid taeyong would appear and clap his hands together whenever you finish

"woah so pretty my baby"

and your fans have noticed that he's always in the background of your makeup tutorials giving a thumbs up or nodding his head

such a supportive boyfriend

so they'd always comment and ask yall to do the makeup voiceover challenge

which taeyong hesitated at first

mainly because he was shy

but finally agreed because you flashed him your cutest pout that made him s o f t

while you're filming the video he's upset because he doesn't get to see you do it this time

"BABE you'll see it later stop pouting"

"but, it's different"

"it's the same taeyong omg"

"tsk alright alright"

when you finish taeyong barges into the room with a straight expression on his face but does the weirdest dance ever??

yeap the one you're thinking of and the one he always does

and luckily you caught it on camera, which made him more embarrassed

so before recording he gets all nervous and talkative like

"omg babe what if i screw up"

"okay im a strong man i can do this"

"taeyong.... it's only a recording..."

"i know, i'm not nervous at all"

and you just shake your head because you're super used to him

"hello everyone!! it's taeyong here today to do a voiceover for Y/N's makeup!"

"i hope you all would like this video and continue supporting my babe"

"aww just look at her in this headband, so cute"

"barefaced Y/N, my favourite!!"

"oo she's doing her foundation?"

"the one she always uses! the one from innisfree"

"i feel like this shade suits her very well, what do you guys think?"

"she's using her favourite pink egg to blend it out"

"all smooth now!"

"she's taking out a stick.. pen? oh it's an eyeliner"

"babe you showed it too fast and the word's so small i couldn't see the name"

"she's drawing her eyelids now, look at those skills!!"

"every single time i watch her do her makeup and i'm still amazed by how she manages to draw the line so smoothly woah"

"the other eye..."

"oh they're symmetrical, great job"

"let me guess what's next, eyeshadow!!"

"yes i'm right"

"it's because you've seen me do my makeup so many times"

"your boyfriend's an expert shh"

"oh it's the uh.. L-Laura Mercier??? brand"

"so hard to pronounce woah"

"but she's taking her brush and applying this... uhm.. slightly blue colour!"

"make sure to smooth them out"

"moving on to the other eye"

"and.... she's done!"

"doesnt she look brighter now?"

"oh? she taking out a small box"

"what's that i've never seen that box before"

"oh! it's fake lashes"

"you've never worn them before, why so sudden?"

"got to always try out new things!!"

"woah she's applying this liquid thing on it-"

"WAIT IS THAT GLUE- BABE WHAT IF THEY NEVER COME OUT AGAIN"

"IT'S EYELASH GLUE DONT WORRY"

"OH oh... sorry for that outburst everyone"

"but she done sticking on her eye and woah, so beautiful"

"just look at those gorgeous eyes and lashes"

"oh she's moving on again"

"to.. her cheeks!"

"cutie"

"first of all, blush!!"

"makes her cuter than she already is but"

"she's using the one from nars"

"looks slightly pink"

"aw just look at those rosy cheeks!!"

"woah"

"her favourite next- highlight"

"she covered the name- i can't see it omg babe"

"but uh.. just look at how shiny that is"

"cheeks... forehead... nose... and jaw..."

"my girlfriend's glowing!!!"

"i think this is the last step but lipstick!"

"she just bought one yesterday from moonshot- oh she's using it"

"it's dark red shade"

"pouty lips aw!!"

"and my baby's done with her look!!"

"doesnt she look amazing?"

"what did i do to deserve her"

"woah- wait- I FORGOT ABOUT THE ENDING im sorry you all have seen this side of me"

"but anyways, thank you for taking the time to listen to my voice and for loving Y/N!!"

"continue to send more love and i'll be grateful hehe subscribe and comment!"

#i didn't know how to end it so #nct scenarios #taeyong scenarios #nctwriters #nct #nct taeyong #lee taeyong #taeyong #nct u #nct 127 #nct fluff

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chezzkaa · 7 years

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Fears of a Fake - pt 3/3

A/N: Happy Halloween! I hope you have the spookiest holiday possible, and enjoy the final installment of this fic. If you like, please reblog - as Tumblr is making it incredibly difficult for creators. Also, don’t forget to vote on the Cinders name poll, and have your say!

Summary: It’s show time

WC: 5685

“Alright everyone,” Trevor’s calls have you hesitating, eyeliner wand hovering before you continue; listening between the sweeping wing. “We’ve got a few orders of business before this fuck show gets going. Which is very soon, I don’t know about you, but I’m fucking terrified.” Screwing the lid back on and moving to collect the final set of horns, you carefully position them atop your head. Long elegant spirals twist from your forehead backwards, curling like waves while you watch Trevor gesture dramatically in the mirror. “So, okay, first things is that – hey!” As Trevor tries to round up the crew the warehouse plunges into darkness, Ray making haunting noises as he plays with the lights. “Spooky!” he wails, Michael pushing his way through the crowd to swat his hand away, the two slapping for control of the switch. “Stop it Ray, you’re gonna cause seizures.” “Spooky seizures!” “RAY.”

Trevor waits patiently, watching the pair until Michael takes control, guarding the switch from Ray’s persistent attempts; the man eventually giving up and chuckling. “Let’s try that again, shall we? Number one; stop leaving fucking candy wrappers everywhere.” Your eyes catch Alfredo’s in the mirror, hands buried deep in his front pocket as he shuffles towards you, a slew of foils crinkling to the floor as he moves. You’re trying to keep a straight face when applying the contacts, blinking and disorientated as the white grid takes over; reflection regarding you with a chilling cold gaze.

You barely recognise the woman staring back, completely buried beneath sharp features and the deep colours glistening across your skin. Tiny iridescent scales scab over the shape of your elbows and collarbones, tracing from knees to legs and blending with the wicked tiptoe heels thrusting you 7 inches higher; shining as bright as the multitude of horns curving from your head. Laced securely into an ornate corset with frothy fabrics erupting from your hips to tumble to the floor, every movement sees a mesmerising cloud of midnight blue shift and sparkle around your feet. Collecting the tiny set of wings hanging from the chair, you shrug into them, turning apprehensively away from the alien woman and focusing on Trevor as he stands atop a cluttered bench.

“Second, we have our beloved Jon here so don’t interrupt his fucking segment or you’re dead to me. If we’re gonna keep this going, we to sell out to advertisements.” Jon in a bright blue button up littered with tiny white birds waves to the left, looking up momentarily from the palm cards he’d been shuffling through for the past hour; desperate to absorb something so he could prove to himself it were possible. A few of the crew wave back encouragingly, Ray and Jeremy cheering through cupped hands; your brother’s smile widening.

“Next, don’t fuck with the tour guide, or she’ll fucking kill you. And I’m not kidding; you all know what happened last time Jeremy leapt out from behind a couch. God rest his soul.” “I’m still alive,” Jeremy argues, but Trevor powers on, Ray appreciating his efforts with a cheer as he the man speaks, “I can still hear his voice.” Trevor gestures towards you, the crew thowing double takes as admiration and fear ripple through their murmurs at the sight of your costume; powerful and threatening. “See?” The blond clears his throat and pulls the neck of his shirt, “that’s the face of murder. No wonder Ryan’s crazy for you.”

You chuckle; musical notes a drastic contrast to the darkness of your appearance, sliding the talon attachments onto your fingers. “Finally,” Trevor looks down at the list he was clutching, flipping the page and nodding at the words printed across it; “this is Geoff’s baby. Ruin it and you’re fired.” With a flourish Trevor throws away the notepad, making short shooing gestures to the crowd, “well boys, that it, that’s everything. Now kindly fuck off and get on with whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing.”

“He’s right, you know,” teases Ryan as he emerges from the crew and approaches, hockey mask perched atop his head and lopsided smile tugging his lips. You raise an eyebrow, watching his eyes sparkle at the sight, “right about what?” He shrugs, reaching up to brush away a stray strand of your hair, fingers lingering against your cheek; “that I’m crazy for you.” “Oh my god,” you giggle, batting his hand away and mirroring the beam peeling across his face, “you’re such a goof.” In a smooth motion Ryan’s fingers intertwine with the hand knocking him away, pulling you close as though dancing; the brilliance of his smile leaving you breathless, “but I’m your goof.” “Well then, Mr. Goofball, how do I look?” His eyes don’t leave your face, blue depths swirling in wonder, “Absolutely horrendous.” “Aww, sweetheart, thank you!” “Anytime, Dear. I tell it how it is.”

Then the final call comes, everyone rushing into their positions as Jon’s voice rings through the halls; doors set to open and welcome a nervous public.

The building rattles with a clatter, shaking with the same nerves the man with wild hair stuffed down, staring into the camera. His lips move with the shriek of the wind, one hand waving with energy, and the other firmly gripping slips of paper. The queues weave through the streets, rumbles from the rooms hidden in the horror left to dance with the leaves, swinging to the tune of autumn, lights flickering through the wails. Excitement clings to the tongues of guests, full of sugar and eagerness at the poster promises of a night brimming with frights.

The news presenter beams, the camera man clicking off and smiling back once the segment draws to a close, the embodiment of sunshine yellow and starlight. Both offer admiring glances up to the building, blacks and purples leeching like bruises against the paintwork, chipped and anxious as it trembles in anticipation. The pair quickly leave once onlookers begin to tie names to faces, the wild haired man’s eyes panicking until a hand falls on his shoulder, the man made of sunshine and cardigan’s leading him away with a confident smile in one hand, and the camera in another.

From the large, towering door emerges a figure with eyes as fierce as flames, a vicious smile plaguing her lips and talons wicked sharp. Shimmering iridescent in the pale moonlight she flits between existence and nightmares, fog blinding her eyes. The elegant grace of her movements danced to the blood rushing through veins and the hammering base of hearts, fire clogging throats at the thought of what would happen if her body ever stopped. No one spoke, an ushering of stagnant silence settling over the bodies ensnared in her cruel glimmers, the angles of her tilted jaw, the rolling curves of her wings and array of horns.

Slowly, deliberately, she laughs. Brutal tones rippling through the sea of uncertainly quaking by her feet, burrowing into the cracks lacing the steps she stood upon. With a roll of her sharp shoulders and flick of the wrist, an orb of light flickers in her palm, hovering to cast a ghostly hue across the crowd; features sallow and unsettling. “Well?” her voice echoes in layers, taunting as she brings the light higher and motions to the open doors, “won’t you join us?”

Movement doesn’t come easily, the shuffling of feet and murmurs of refusal greeting her steady, watchful eyes, fanning through her skirts like a circling storm cloud. None dared to drift past, scampering inside as another laugh tears from her lips, chasing ankles and snapping at heels. “Don’t keep them waiting.” With another flick the flame in her hand jumps to the lights clinging to the walls, surging and spluttering the room in rich heavy purples; the fireplace jumping to life and roaring as though it’d been active for hours. The eyes of corpses peer out from portraits, glaring into backs and tickling neck hairs, the crowd huddled together as she circles, looking for an angle to strike.

“It’s so nice to have company again,” she notes, talons dragging across the long grooves carved in the wallpaper, tone uncomfortably polite. “Our last guest’s didn’t appreciate...” a crack sees the lights go out; room plunged in darkness with an array of shrieks. Her gentle chuckles resonate in the walls and playing join-the-dots on the group’s screaming skin. In a flash light floods the room again, her face mere inches away. With eyes entirely white and the angles of her face so unnatural, something about the cool nauseating calm radiating from her closeness sends shudders, “our hospitality.” She lets out a breathy laugh, whimpers emanating from the crowd as a talon traces across the nearest shoulder, dangerously sharp. “Hopefully you’ll do better,” she muses, windows battering with the wind with another flicker of light, floor boards and mirrors creaking in excitement as she gestures back to the door. “Mistress really does enjoy fresh faces.”

Heads whip to see a figure doused in darkness and disregard, cradled to the corner laced with cobwebs and throbbing anguish. Slowly, the woman raises her head, dead eyes sunken into her freckled face; mouth torn open and spewing a bloody grin. Hair as red as the flames licking the hearth cling to her cheeks, dirty tendrils as waxy as her complexion, blocking the unnerving intensity of her blackened, blood shot eyes. Looking down upon the shuffling bodies, she chuckles low and heavy; finger nails drumming against the walls while the wind rattles its warnings. Netted fabrics and weighted drapes pool around her figure; shifting like smoke as she watches with darting eyes, continuous trembling hums vibrating from between her cracked, bloody lips.

Her mouth twitches, lips pulling away to speak, but all that forming is a blood curdling scream. People jump and scamper away, her approaching figure rushing with a raised hand to snatch at throats as the lights go dark; but once they return the figure is gone. No sign of her haunting the corners or lurking by the stairs, all that’s left is panting and gasps for air. The demon seems unfazed, face almost apologetic – if it weren’t for the utter delight she had in watching the crowd squirm. “None of you are dead yet,” she smiles, somehow having materialised at the top of the stairs, a taloned hand rapping against the banister. “That’s a good sign. You might actually make it to dinner.”

She snaps out a hand, hooked finger pointing to the lights and the orb returning to her palm, flame flickering in the reflection of her cloudy eyes. “Come, let me show you your quarters.”

Past the winding stairs spins a hallway, walls drunk and carpet cringing. Each step brings anxiety, balance thrown off with every violent lurch, claustrophobia caught in strangled gasps. Focus on the demon becomes crucial, guests hugging the walls and dipping as the ceiling leans in for contact, craving physical touch and caressing the tops of heads. The tiny door is the only option for escape, demon shrinking through in a smooth, unbroken curl; her laughter disappearing in the wind whistling through the hallway. Elbows barge impatiently, the frantic sound of scampering thrust bodies through the doorway and into a room they instantly regret. Mirrors shattering reality as the guests leave the screaming loneliness shaking the doors, bellows of pain and anguish nibbling ankles and flexing toes.

The empty void beneath the bed demands attention; glaring at the groups’ shins as they shuffle. Looking around, the demon is nowhere, though her gentle, rippling voice does little to ease the twisting cracks beneath shoes. The window panes rattle in desperation, clawing at the wooden panels holding them in the nightmare; room littered with shattered bones and ruffled feathers. Faint smears of copper red smudge the dusted, mistreated floors; sticking under foot and cracking under pressure. With every shudder of the wardrobe the sheets lining the bed’s underside shift, fluttering in anticipation.

With a groan the centre of the bed begins to shake, pulsing in flumes of sheets as the creature rasps. No longer does the incessant scratching set teeth on edge, rather shifting to tear the mattress; feathers shivering in clumps under the confusing orange and purple lights. The oddities littering every surface begin to tremble, bouncing along the grooved wood to shatter to the floor, shards fracturing against the feet of those far too slow. Taloned fingers and protruding arms heave, forcing the body upwards as it struggles. Sickening twists and cracks resonate from its bones, brutal ringing pops forcing the air between its joins; movements measured and unearthly. The frame creaks, a second set of arms jutting like spider legs as the lights flicker sporadically, wardrobe shuttering as desperately as the windows. Sheets seep black as the group scampers screaming, a mouth tearing open beneath the fabric as the covers cling to the spindly arms; a creature taking its first gasping breath, as though finally breaking the water's surface.

It begins to growl; claws hauling its contorted body towards the group, room plunged into darkness as the light bulb shatters with a ping. The only visibility is gifted by the mournful moon and the beast’s glowing crimson eyes. From beneath the bed expels sharp rushes of fog, the frame rattling with each desperate claw, feathers expelling in puffs. A final, mechanic screech sees the wardrobe and windows wrench open with a clattering smash, door slamming shut and locking the room after the guests pile out with heightened screams. Nothing but pants and gasps accompanying the doorframe as it shudders; hallway dancing with a fear that bounces against the mirrors and the scooping ceiling. Distant shrieks scampering between feet to burrow under doors.

“You'll have to excuse the neighbours,” warns a resonating voice, demon materialising behind the group, eyes shifting in the fog seeping through the walls, lips curling into a smile as cruel as the spinning floor, “they get a little rowdy.” Fright hangs thick in the air, a chocking confusion searing lungs and blinding vision. Bodies shake with cold sweat, trembling as fingers ball into strained fists. The demon simply watches; angles so sharp they cut away any sense of calm. The world swells, as though even the air feared her, dividing to scuttle away with every swift, dangerous movement. Her shoulders roll with a tilt of her strong jaw, body buzzing. Every muscle tight and ready to pounce, to spring into action and slice tons through throats in a blinding instant, though the scowl tugging her nose exercises restraint. Instead, she beckons. Long, wicked sharp talons coax the group; the fanning of her hair as she turns expelling dozens of glowing blue flames, drifting r as her feet whisper. Guests clomp noisily after her, the dangerous demon the only safety left to cling to, abandonment in the hallway almost of terrifying as the smooth circles drawn by her swaying hips. Powerful legs tether to the clumsy floors, moving effortlessly as others stumble behind; laughs whipping through hair as the flickering flames follow.

Winding back to the mistreated stairway she's on the ground, a powerful launch bounding over the stairs for her heels to clatter to the floor, landing smooth as she watches the others descend. Tentative fingers skip over the banister, skin squeaking as they flock, eyes falling on the cloaked figure guarding the fireplace. The demon directs to the cluttering of faded, moth infested furniture draped in dusty sheets, littering the path to the door squealing open to the far right of the room. With the delicate gesture of her hands, the flames dotingly follow the same as the guests, none willing to turn their backs to the towering woman in black whose neck creaks and shoulders pop. The flames swarm, circling the trembling guests as feet shuffle, shoes scuffing a floor that welcomes the abuse. Silence settles with uncomfortable, stifling heat. The fire place roaring with the gentle fizzing of flickering orbs, drawn to the figure's back and hovering like hungry flies.

In an instant she’s screaming again, face illuminated with elongated shadows as she surges towards the group, fingers outstretched. The demon pays no mind, a ringing snap of her fingers seeing the orbs rush the monster bent on destruction; screams of anguish quickly turning to those of agony. Blue flames catch in the folds of her fabric, body going up with wicked crackling fire, smoke chocking. In the centre of the room she stops, head tilted back and chin jutting into a morbid shriek, arms rods by her side as she continues to burn. Screams echo from the guests, some concerned for their own lives, others trying to force worry about hers. The demon does neither. Instead, she moves to block the burning woman who collapses to her knees, a hand with pleading fingers curling around her ankle; only to be kicked aside without a thought. The demon smiles viciously, approaching the group and forcing them to continue, eyes fearful and mouths hanging in now silent screams. “Let me apologise once again,” the demon states pleasantly, eyes glowing in the flickering light, blue flames fading into blackness, “we aren’t used to visitors. There’s still some etiquette we’ve yet to nail down.”

Then the room roars with flames, walls engulfed in hungry blue licking the floorboards and snapping towards the feet that scamper, panic rippling as smoke chokes around the demon. Embers churn as she approaches, the heat as comfortable as a cool autumn day for her, but searing the skin of the guests. Sweat beads as they run to the nearest exit, desperate for safety until the door slams shut behind them. Cackles smash against the door as guests lock the demon with the flames in which she revelled; cruel laughter resonates with the creaking beams, smoke rolling under the door.

Shoes skid in the viscous coating pooling between the tiles, smacks of elbows and knees clattering against the packed countertops and saturated walls, flames diminishing into silence. Appalled groans ripple with the panicked shrieks of those soaking in gore. Frantic hands snatch at purchase, attempting to find the leverage to scamper to their feet, but fingers only curl around hunks of silken, marbled flesh. Their pleas for help drip with fear; sticking in the blood coating their skin and bruises ready to bloom, eyes trapped in the puddles in which they sat. But the remaining guests don't move, locked with unsteady feet to stare at the man whistling behind the pooling counters – littered with tattoos and painful years.

Burlap apron printed with hands and moulded with the undesirable; face smeared with death and joy. Clots cling to his tattered moustache as he smiles cheerfully, blood cracking with the wrinkles etching his face. At home in the sweltering heat rolling in steam from the fresh fat beading across his workspace, his clashingly joyous laughter bubbled with the foul smell bouncing in the trembling pots atop the stove. His blade comes down sharply, hacking at the forearm, fingers twitching upon impact, still desperately clawing for life. Residing in his room of red, washed in bloody fountains, the whites of his eyes and teeth shatter the dark despair with manic threat.

“I wasn’t expecting fresh meat so soon,” the man teases with a rasp, voice catching with a crack of excitement. The group murmurs nervously, chests still pounding with the roaring flames, bodies trembling as a shared look of panic leaches the colour from their faces. Bodies still adorning the floor struggle to their feet and collide back with the others, cowering and slick with tendrils that should never see the light of day. “They're guests,” informs the demon, somehow standing by the man’s elbow without having moved, her gaze cruel with the memory of being trapped in the flames. The stretch of her smile brings with it a whisper of secrets, eyes fixating on the whites of his. The butcher’s eyebrows quirk; another roll of wrinkles and another shattering of blood. Caked fingers twirling the ends of a matted and stiff moustache. “You know you shouldn’t name livestock,” he scolds, motioning to the huddled and terrified group with a smattering of sinew, lukewarm flecks of fat clinging to their hair and burning cheeks; lungs still drowning in the heated horror of the room. “Names and emotional attachments make slaughter difficult.”

“Agree to disagree,” rejects the demon, clouded eyes drifting past the destruction to sparkle with menace, studying the group, “if anything, its worlds more fun.” The man bellows with harsh, bitter laughter, reams of sickening amusement ricocheting off the walls and burrowing in the piles of organs. A large tattooed hand sweeps the chopping board clean of fingers and vegetables. “You might be right,” he comments, critically eyeing the group before selecting a wicked filleting knife, sharpening it with clean sweeps, “I knew it was one or the other.”

“We all make mistakes, some more regrettable than others,” reassures the demon coolly, voice resonating in echoing waves, talons locating the only clean patch on the man’s shoulder to pat. Then she turns, not sparing the room with walls oozing gore or the group under her care trembling inside a second glance. “If you can catch one, you can keep one.” The butcher giggles manically as the demon disappears into the next room, shedding the blood as the man approaches, brandishing his blade. Screaming ensue, skittering across the floor with the slipping of feet, bodies bashing against one another as they scuttle away, desperate to escape. Gore clings to clothing, smattering of fear lacing with the guts tracing the angles and curves of their bodies as the butcher lunges, knife slicing through the sleeve of the final guest; yells clogged in the water overtaking the halls.

Feet sink, logging in the saturated carpet that oozes the stagnant scent of pond water; butcher’s fist pounding against the door. Wallpaper clings to the walls like they cling to sanity, the demon watching them enter while stood before the next room. She doesn’t smile, lips twitching into a snarl, horns as sharp as her tongue clicking in irritation. The group shuffles, blood seeping into the overflow swirling through the fabric, stale. The demon cocks her head, chin jutting out in offence as she spits her words; “it’s time to clean up.”

The door blows out behind her, rattling on its hinges as water rushes in, swallowing the guest’s knees and panic. Gushing with incredible speed, the demon dodges. Flying back with eyes cruel and cold, her arms open as she disappears into the darkness; toes skimming the water as a mournful wail hums through. The obscurity throbs, nothingness stinging from the open doorway, faint ghostly green shimmering with each past of a dusty beam of light. Breath hitches, catching in throats as the possibilities stare at the group through the entrance, ranks tightening at the sight of emptiness and the resonating calls cascading in layers.

The surface swells, ripples creeping into the hallway housing the guests, creatures swarming in the murky depths. Slick bodies brush past legs, teeth nibbling at the hems of clothing while screeching ensues. Desperation to escape sees people diving, forcing their way past others and splashing after the demon, stopping as the floor drops away. Faint sounds of movement scuttles through the water, guests stranded in the blackened room as the door slams shut, locking them in the inescapable hell. Trapped and fearful; kept company by the jagged rocks protruding from the depths, an unsteady light house casts a dim, sweeping glow across the pale faces laced with fright. Whimpers are all that’s left, distraught sobs rippling with the creatures flocking, nudging behind knees and nipping exposed skin.

All is still, an eerie calm locking bodies in place, lost at sea – until the next wail. It shakes through the water, incredibly loud and compressing against chests, pressure shifting dramatically. From the depths seeps a glow, drowning in the darkness, until another joins it; and another, and another. Four lights hum beneath the surface surrounding the group before they begin to rise. Slowly, bubbles emanating in quick, sporadic bursts as the demon’s laughter drifts, dark and menacing, buried beneath another wail. The group gathers, swimming together until the light house beam conducts another sweep, the lights attached to bodies.

Breaking the surface comes a head; hair plastered to the pale, bloated skin of a man, littered with the remnants of the ocean floor, eyes as black as the darkness encasing him. Through his mouth tears a hook, turning his pleasant smile into a frightful grimace, water trickling across his soaking dress shirt. Gasps ripple, jumps and surprise resting on their shoulders as another figure appears, faded pink hair blinding her vision, gala dress floating like fire. The guests back away, bumping into the solid bodies stood watching, skin traced with grotesque veins, a man speared through the nose accompanying a woman with a broken harpoon piercing her eye.

Terror grips the group as fog takes over, curling across the dark water as the horrors take another step closer, heads tilting as one as the guests shudder. The harpooned woman smiles, a pretty expression that sees her mouth spewing water, cascading as she talks; “we haven’t had guests in so long.” Bodies flinch, another step forward bringing twisting fog and an increasing danger; light house beam illuminating the man from the ocean floor, gripping a spear and watching closely. “It’s so lonely here,” agrees the other woman, all their heads tilting the opposite direction with a crack, creatures forcing through the guests legs, their screams ringing out; “please stay with us.”

They approach rapidly, bodies somehow moving in gentle ripples as the guests panic, splashing violently away from the lost souls, desperate to escape their chats of ‘please’. The man hooked through the nose snatches, fog shifting as the door catches the light, fear taking hold and pushing the group forward. The demon levitates between the monsters, surging with them as the first of many people clamber onto the platform, smashing through the door. Her face remains unsatisfied, fog billowing around her body as she cuts the air, stalking the group as they tumble out the exit.

The soft billowing wind caresses their freezing forms, shivers and the chattering of teeth resonating through the dense undergrowth, trees baring down to shield the guests from the glare of the moon. Gasps mingle with wonder as the surprise of a swaying field tickles their ankles and brushes against their knees, relieved chuckles reverberating across those who mutter suspiciously. The change of scenery comes as a welcome change, no longer forced to push through and open space with the threat lurking just beneath the surface. Now compressed under the guard of the forest, gentle chirps cut the croak of crows, group finally free.

The demon pushes forward, talons brushing through the tall grass to shake loose the seeds, nails slicing through with ease. Her face tilts to the moon, dusted in its cool glow as the members of the group break away; some finding a rare sense of bravery to explore, while others collapse to the ground and let the rush of adrenaline settle. The creak of branches rustles with the leaves, watching the bodies beneath glisten with water and dwindling fear; enjoying the unexpected peace. Then it grows dark. The moon sinks beneath the clouds and the room is engulfed in blinding night, muffled gasps and groans chasing the demon as she laughs deeply, pale silver eyes disappearing into the nothingness.

The guests panic. Frantic apprehension rippling through the crowds as a single lantern flickers to life and roaring happily in the distance, waiting for company. A brave soul takes a step forward, then another, grass swaying against the fabric with soft tugs as they approach the light source. Fingers reach for it before a pained howl tears through with the sound of metal snapping; trap’s teeth gnawing on the flesh of their leg. Hysteria breaks loose, guests scattering with the whirling of a chainsaw in the distance, rain starting to fall. The brave soul extinguishes, clawing at the trap as a deep, chilling laugh drifts on the wind, a crack of lightening illuminating a figure stood atop the nearest hill.

Screaming fills ears, blood pounding as the man growls through a roll of thunder, raising the weapon before charging. Bodies collide; terrified and frantically searching for escape as the figures blood curdling laughter bites their backs and burrows between shoulders, his blood splattered mask shining with every lightning trace across the sky. Scrambling, those caught in traps crawl as best they can, the figure lunging and missing their legs, severing the mechanism and forcing it open. Cries of freedom and fear rip throats raw, the lantern smashing to the floor as the figure howls, infuriated. With excited sparks, the grass catches, a line of flames funnelling the crowd to the end of the forest, light illuminating the earth as an exit grows near. Heaving with achingly dry chests, the chainsaw chases after the prey, man’s laughter amused and sickening as he takes another swing, flames rippling with nerves.

The demon materialises in the path, parting the crowds as they battle through the tall, tangled grass, her head tilted and watching the chaos. Another lunge and the man races past, barrelling after the door and remaining targets filtering through the foliage, demon’s talons gently pulling across his arm as he passes; their manic laughter drowning out hope, stealing the joy from the air. “It’s your last stop,” she screeches, approaching the group desperately trying to break open the door, fists pounding with each of the demon’s powerful footsteps. The man grips his choking chainsaw as he weaves towards them, chuckling darkly and hair whipping around the hockey mask, eyes as black as night, casting death in their path.

“Nowhere else to go,” the demon continues, removing a collection of wicked sharp objects from her calves, scales turning to blades; hurtling from her elegant hand to pierce the door, , “but I do hope you enjoyed your stay, you’ll be here forever.” She laughs with a crack of light, the downpour battling the roaring flames for dominance of the space. Another blade flies, and then another. Dozens hurtling at once and spearing the space around the guests, her cruel smile the last thing many thought they’d see.

And then the final blade breaks the lock, door swinging open for the guests to topple over one another, splattering to the floor as the remaining force it shut, the horrors locked behind as strangled cries fall on the concrete of a room too bright. All panic seems silly in such a plain space, walls free of terror, cracks housing nothing to fear. Hearts race and blood pumps, whimpers and gasps settling, teeth aching with the cold air raking through the guest’s lungs. The group finally safe; and demon encased in flames and manic laughter.

“Okay guys,” drones Ray, his eyes encased with dark circles, “welcome to the end of the tour. Don’t forget to recommend us on yelp and all that shit.” He directs the crowd to the table, overflowing with goodie bags, relief filling the room. “Take your party bag on the way out, and thank you for visiting,” he informs, feet shuffling as laughter ripples, nervous and exhausted as the group slows it’s shaking. Trembling fear seeps into the floor as you watch from the doorway, the cool breeze of the forest whispering across the floor and curling around your ankles. The sound of Trevor and Matt cleaning up the mess of Ryan’s room barely registers, muffled through the glass as they chase each other with the chainsaw, laughter halting as Alfredo catches himself in a bear trap; only to dissolve into frantic giggles.

Your eyes meet Ray’s from across the room, guests oblivious to your existence as you offer him a smile, their minds too overwhelmed with the high of fear as it comes back down to earth. Ryan stands proudly by your side, hockey mask pushed up to rest atop his head, gentle smile and warm eyes watching with joy, his cheeks tinted pink from the flames now extinguished. Hand in hand, his thumb rubs across your engagement ring as it had so many times before, playing with the commitment that made his heart so joyous it could burst.

Then the room shakes, the squeal of trumpets shattering the calm settling in the shoulders of the group. Voices scream in panic with each frantic flashes of light, skeletons dancing to the fear rattling through the crowd. Ray’s face pales dramatically, bolting to the exit door while screaming, “OH SHIT THEY’RE HERE, THE SKELETON ARMY’S HERE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!” Quickly he jerks the door open, funnelling out the crowd who run without through, swarming the doorway as Ray forces them through, terror escaping into the night until the door falls closed. Ray’s face joyous as the music creaks to a stop, bones rattling against one another as the musicians swing.

Tears roll down your cheeks as the final shoe scuttles out the door, the sharp snap locking the world away with swelling, cold autumn air. Through your enjoyment, you hang from Ray, his bellowing laughter ringing off the walls and he grips your elbow, face growing red. Ryan can’t contain his chuckles, sound running out and face buried in his hands as he laughs, unsteady on his feet. Eventually you manage to breathe, lungs aching against your ribs as you wipe the final tear free of the corner of your eye. “How much did we get this round?” Ray’s laughter subsides, a silly beam left in its place as he pours out the contents of his hoodie, watches and wallets toppling onto the table, a scattering of coins for garnish. He peers at it critically, poking through the pile before smiling up at you with eyes churning in amusement, “I’d say, probably about $700 all up?”

“Not bad,” you nod, impressed and clapping him on the back as Ryan slips a hand back into yours; “ready for the next lot?”

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HI! I’m putting all of the things i’ve been tagged in from the past couple of weeks that i haven’t answered yet bc i’m working hard on an admission portfolio for university and i really want to get into Sheridan, so yep lots of work and lots of art. i am also working on the HTTYD fandom reading (please sign up) and the next chapters of J’Imagine and No Cannon Shall Sink This Ship. Anyways, onto the tagged:

get to know me meme: tagged by @animalsarepeople2 thank youuuu!

nicknames: Kei / Keiko *i explain this in a question down there somewhere

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Libra

MBTI Type: INFJ

Height: 163cm

Time: 17:07 (by the time I finished all of these it’s 18:36)

Birthday: February 25

Favourite Bands: Beatles, Young Rising Sons, Clean Bandits, Lovelyz, Infinite

Favourite Solo Artists: Ailee, Ed Sheeran

Song Stuck in My Head: 1cm by Lovelyz

Last Movie Watched: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Johnny Depp

Last Show Watched: I just binge watched Stranger Things

When I created my blog: July 15, 2013/June 27, 2017

What I post about: httyd, animated movies, animation

Last thing I Googled: information about Sheridan and character rotation

Other blogs I have: my main blog @tokkeiko

Following: 100, though I want to find more good blogs, any recs anyone?

Followers: in total from both blogs, 200 or something

Favourite colour: Green

Average hours of sleep: 8-ish

Lucky number: 7

Instruments: piano, oboe

What I’m wearing: jeans and my current favourite sweater which is grey with gold spots

Number of blankets: I need to remember to find another one bc my room is freezing when I wake up in the morning

Dream Job: story artist at Disney

Dream trip: i just want to get out of my city rn

Favourite food: i’m just hungry rn, give me anything, but favourite food, among others, is salted caramel truffle blizzard from the good old DQ (#lovemydq)

Music ask, tagged by @yv-sketches THANKS!!!!

10 songs that you are listening to right now;

my current favourite playlist is called Shut Up and Dance:

“Elle Me Dit” Mika

“Red Balloon” Charli XCX

“Dancing in the Dark” Rihanna

“Shut Up and Dance” Walk the Moon

“Red and Gold” Young Rising Sons

“Can’t Stop the Feeling” Justin Timberlake

“Better When I’m Dancing” Meghan Trainor

“I Bet My Life” Imagine Dragons

“Into a Fantasy” Alexander Rybak

“Get Back Up Again” Anna Kendrick

Tag Game, taggged by @thepurplewriter333 ty friend-o!

Nicknames: Keiko/Kei/Spirit/Sweet Potato

Gender: Female

Star Sign; Pisces

Height: 163cm

Sexuality: probably straight

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff!!!

Favourite animals: uhhhh... orcas probably

Average hours spent sleeping: 8 i think, i’m not bothering with math rn

Dogs or cats: KITTY, all of my sibilings have a significant other and all of their significant others’ have cats and why can’t I have a s/o with a cat???

number of blankets sleeping: during the winter, aka now already, two

Dream trip: geeeeetttt meeeee ouuuuttt offf thissss citttyyyyy

Dream job: Story artist at Disney

when I made this account: June 27. 2017

why I made this account: bc i wanted a place to reblog all of the httyd stuff without loosing followers on my other blog

# of followers: like 47, I think? I recently got more. follow me i am cool person

92 statements, tagged by @thepurplewriter333 thanks for the double tag!

Last:

Drink: Tim Hortons’ Double Double (got to stay caffeinatedddddddd)

Phone Call: Home to get a ride home

Text message: Friend to go hang out later

Song You Listened To: Shooting Star by Lovelyz

Time You Cried: uhhhhhhhh... oh, like a month ago, it was a bad week and then I watched Home and my emotions were already out of wack so I basically sobbed near the end

Have you:

Dated someone twice: Nope

Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope, i’m boring

Been cheated on: nope

Lost someone special: nope

Been depressed: i feel like it’s hard to be a university student and not get depressed

Gotten drunk and thrown up: i am a boring party person and yeah, no i haven’t

List 3 favourite colours:

Green

Blue

Gold

In the last year have you:

made new friends: Yeahhhh

fallen out of love: nopppeee...?

Laughed until you cried: like every other day

Found someone was talking about you: in a good way; nope. In a bad way: yeah too many times

found out who your friends are: yeahhhhhh

kissed someone on your FB list: okay someday, i’ll have more interesting answers

General:

how many FB friends do you know IRL: 99% of them

Do you have any pets: nope

Do you want to change your name: i recently thought about dropping my middle name, but like it has significance to my parents so probably won’t happen and my middle name doesn’t do anything so idk

what did you do for your last birthday: Keep in mind that I turned 18: my friends and I went to Build-A-Bear and they got me a Build-A-Bear Toothless.

What time do you wake up: my alarms on early days are 7:00, 7:05, 7:15, 7:25, 7:35, 7:45, 8:00. I naturally wake up at 9-ish

What were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping :D

Name something you can’t wait for: to (hopefully) get accepted into Sheridan and start a new adventure out there.

When was the last time you saw your mom: she’s in the kitchen with me

what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wish that I could’ve figured out what I wanted to do with life so that I could’ve started Sheridan this year

What are you listening to right now: Sheridan portfolio reviews, tips, etc. (Starting to see a pattern here?)

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: friend’s dad. he’s a cool dad.

Something that is getting on your nerves: when people are packing up their stuff before the professor is finished talking in the last 5 minutes of class. URGH stop moving ppl this stuff is important

Most visited website: FB, YT, tumblr

Mole(s): couple

Mark(s): I have freckles (might be moles) on each cheek under both eyes.

Childhood dream: when you’re a kid, you’re really only exposed to teacher, doctor, police man and whatever your parents are. I think I defaulted to an artist when adults asked.

Hair colour: black, I have silver hairs though, they stick out on the black hair a lot

long or short hair: I always grow my hair out and then cut off 12 inches to donate to cancer wigs

Do you have a crush on someone: not currently, though i had a crush on a guy for like 5 years, so even now, 5 years later, I get happy when I think about him

Piercings: no, i really think a conch piercing would be nice though

Blood type: ... A I think, i’ve never gotten tested, but according to genetics, I should be an A

Nicknames: my full name is Keiko, but everyone called me Kei as a kid, but during high school, I started introducing myself as Keiko, so some people call me Kei, some people call me Keiko, one of them is a nickname, depending on which way you think about it,

Relationship Status: Egg salad.

Zodiac: Pisces

Pronouns: She/her

Favourite TV show: Friends

Right or left handed: Right, but recently I’ve been trying to teach myself to draw with my left hand

Surgery: Wisdom teeth

Hair dyed a different colour: nope, but I think I might try a ombre some day

Sports: ballet since I was 4ish, ballet is a sport, come fight me on it if you dare

Vacation: a lot of camping when I was younger, I’ve been to Japan twice, and then places across Canada

Pair of trainers: are we talking about trainers as in shoes? bc then ankle high all black vans.

More General:

Eating: this is taking so long I stopped and had supper between these sections

Drinking: Double Double (Tim’s coffee, two creams, two sugars), gotta stay AWaaaaaaaaaaKE

I’m about to: draw character designs or go out to coffee shop to study with friends

Want: to get into Sheridan so so so so so badly

Get married: I’m still single, want to put my career first, so yep not for a little while

Career: i’m a cake decorator rn, see my cakes on my insta @tanakeiart

Hugs or Kisses: hUG mE

Lips or eyes: Eyes, (though I am supper bad at making eye contact)

Shorter or taller: would be nice to be slightly taller...

Older or younger: like to date or something? I think high school rule is a good rule, but rn looking at niners mAN they are tiny

Nice arms or stomach: arms to hug meeeeee

Sensitive or loud: i think I would need a loud person to compliment me

Hook up or relationship: relationship bc you have a standing plus one to everything and rn being single I have to text like 5 friends to find someone to go with me to something

Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

Have you ever:

kissed a stranger: Nope

Drank hard liquor: I only have like four months until my 19th so like i’ll go drinking then

Lost Glasses/contact lenses: funny story: family and i were in Japan and we were at Kinkaku-ji and then i realize that one of my eyes have gone fuzzy, so thinking that there is something on the lens, i take my glasses off and my lens had fallen out of the frame. my family literally crawled around trying to find my lost lens, we did find it, but we couldn’t find a small screw that would hold the lens in. my dad fixed it with a twist tie.

turned someone down: nobody likes me so nobody has asked me so i have never turned someone down

broken someone’s heart: no

had your heart broken: yeah, by a friend. It is shATTERing

been arrested: not even a parking ticket in my name

cried when someone died: no, i am some kind of emotionless egg

fallen for a friend: my heart easily leaps and often trips falls and gets lost

Do you believe in:

yourself: yes, I believe that I can get in, I believe that I can be what I want to be.

Miracles: I believe in karma more than miracles

Love at first sight: yes, but not in the way that media portrays it

Santa claus: nah

Kiss on the first date: this is weirdly phrased.

other:

current best friend name: becky

Eye colour: brown

Favourite movie: the other day i was procrastinating and made an official list of favourite movies, which still has a lot of ties: 1/2: httyd 1/2, 3/4: moana, big hero 6, 5/6/7: wreck it ralph, tangled, rise of the guardians, 8/9/10: back to the future 1-3

wow that took a lot of time, but thanks for tagging me! I’m tagging @thepurplewriter333 @yv-sketches and @animalsarepeople2 on the ones that you didn’t tag me in! also tagging @katlikespie @crazilexa and @fading-shadows for whichever one/s you want to do!

#long post #but i really didn't want to make four seperate posts #replies #keiko talks to thin air

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Blind date part 2

so apparently fandom has been set on fire because of shitty reviewers on the internet being shitty and instead of ranting, I will make up for the general shittiness by writing fluff and Steve Rogers being in awe of and pining for the beautiful man that is Tony Stark. So there. For @ishipallthings and @xtaticpearl (and also @winterlysoldier for my first comment on a fic posted on Tumblr ahhhh), here is my continuation for the fill for the prompt: “you’re supposed to be on a blind date with someone but you sat down at the wrong table and i haven’t been able to get a word in edgewise to tell you that and it’s been thirty minutes” au Read part one here

Steve cleared his throat.

For the minute sound that it was, Tony positively leapt out of his skin. His elbow hit the wooden underside of the table, the chair legs dragging noisily against the floor as he staggered to his feet. Dark eyes shot up to Steve’s face and then away, unshielded by coloured glasses.

“I..erm.” Tony seemed to have lost control over his vocal faculties. His eyes were watering slightly, possibly from the pain of his elbow knocking into the solid wood. The words, when they came, exited in a messy spill. “This. This is my Tower.”

I thought you said it belonged to all the Avengers now, though the tone was less taunting, more…fond. Steve just nodded, lips curving up slightly. “Okay.”

“My Tower.” Tony repeated. Blinked once, as if mentally clarifying where he was getting at with this. Nodded in turn, chin bobbing up and down. “I’m allowed to be here. So there.”

“I’m sure.” Steve couldn’t quite stop the smile from taking full form on his face, waving a hand towards the chair Tony had knocked askew. “Care to sit down?”

Tony stared at him suspiciously, like he hadn’t quite figured out the mechanics or motivation behind Steve’s facial muscles doing the weird smile thing. Sat down slowly, fingers going up to tug at the fraying end of his scarf, wool winding around his index finger.

Steve pulled up the opposing chair, watching Tony’s eyes bug out of their sockets even more as he lowered himself into it. Dragged his palms over the khaki stretching across his thighs, pushing out a slightly unsteady breath. Found the smile sitting just as easily on his lips as it had half a minute ago. “Fancy seeing you here.”

A dull thunk echoed between them, like Tony had just started again and banged his knees on the underside of the table in the process. His eyes were darting over Steve’s features like a rampant pinball machine, absolutely refusing to settle on Steve’s eyes. “Look Steve, I- this wasn’t- I know you can’t be very happy with me right now but-”

“No, I don’t-” Tony clamped his mouth immediately when Steve began speaking; it had the effect of Steve’s words drying up in his throat as well, watching Tony’s eyes look at him apprehensively. Shit. What had he wanted to say anyway? “I don’t…um. I don’t really. Mind.”

Wow Rogers, flooring performance. Really making him feel wanted, aren’t ya?

Tony’s eyebrows had gone winging up to his hairline. “You don’t?”

“No-o.” Damn. Why was Sta-Tony behaving like he was the one needing the assurances, anyway? Steve pushed out a nervous laugh, lips pressing together tightly in the aftermath. “I mean…you can’t exactly be unused to that? What with the billionaire, philanthropist, genius-”

So original, Stevie. He’s absolutely never heard those glowing adjectives, certainly not from his own damn mouth-

Shut up, Buck. For all of the internal growling, Steve was feeling progressively more pathetic by the minute.

“-playboy asshole, yeah I know.” Tony completed with a nod and a resigned smirk, and Steve nodded along- wait, what? “Guess you must’ve been expecting a stunt like this.”

“I don’t think you’re a-” The words exited Steve’s mouth automatically, but were promptly halted in place by a crook of Tony’s eyebrow, eloquently spelling out- really?

“Only to those who deserve it.” Steve amended with a slight wince, and reluctantly thought back to all of his own straight-backed, wide shouldered, righteous jaw posturing in the not-so-distant past. Hell, he had been a total cad to his future café wife inside his head and he hadn’t even met her. “And I can admit that I usually do. Deserve it.”

Tony was watching him strangely, eyes dark in frank, unreadable appraisal. Steve could feel the warmth beginning to creep up the bottom of his button-down collar again.

Silence lingered at their table for a while, before Tony broke it slowly. “You’re taking this much better than I thought you would.”

“I’m a little surprised too.” And Steve and mental Bucky groaned in unison inside his head, because god he was terrible at this. No wonder any dame wouldn’t give him the time of day. “I mean. We just…uh, got off on the wrong foot earlier-” and again and again and- “and I wouldn’t have actually imagined going on a- a date with someone like you,” take that judgey Cap off you idiot, “so…so intelligent and… innovative and fearless and sprinting up ahead of the times,” and now you’re a breathless fanboy, well done, “but I couldn’t really bring myself to walk out of the café when I saw you so I was just. Surprised.”

Quiet.

Well that was an unmitigated disaster.

Practically feeling the heat steaming off his face at this point, Steve was expecting either a disdainful moue or a snort of well-deserved laughter. Tony however remained seated, uncharacteristically still, fingers motionless around his scarf ends. His lips flickered for a few seconds, blinking thrice before clearing his throat and repeating all too inexplicably, “On a date with someone like-”

You. Steve was on a date with Tony fucking Stark.

“Cap, I think there’s been a-”

I, Steve clamped down on his miserable anxiety with characteristic anger, am not going to fuck this up.

“My favourite colour is blue.” Steve interjected, because screw charm and suaveness and everything else, he was going to do this on the power of sheer determination. No one could say Captain America didn’t have that. “Not the light, powdery kind. Robin’s egg, a bit of cyan. Darker the better.”

Tony blinked at him again. His lashes curled out slightly at the edges. Steve had never seen a man with eyelashes like that. “That’s…nice, I guess.”

“I like bagels. Freshly made, seven in the morning. Plain is nice, but sesame seed is better.” I never tasted fresh bread after my ma died. But no, that was too dark for a first date. “The serum made it so I wouldn’t be allergic to anything, but anchovies still make me nauseous. Running is nice too. I like running before the sun comes up.”

“Not that all that isn’t positively scintillating, Cap, but you don’t have to–”

“Swimming!” Steve blurted. His fingers were tapping faster and faster on his knee, probably a blur at this point. “I’m a soldier, but I never learned how to swim. People find that strange. I like old movies. From my time. Proper old, not when da- women say they like old movies these days and talk about flicks from the goddamn eighties.”

“I’m partial to ‘The Last Starfighter’ myself.” Tony murmured almost absently. “Steve, listen to me-”

Where are your manners, Steven, hogging all the conversation like that. Peggy’s reproving tone echoed in the caverns of his head, let the man talk, for Pete’s sake. “What’s…uh, yours?”

More confused blinking. Even through the dulled panic, Steve’s eyes were drawn to the motion. Dark lashes, up and down, up and down. Heck, this wasn’t even like ogling Tony when he was flying in loop-de-loops, for heaven’s sake; the entire human race blinked, it wasn’t exactly spellbinding, what was wrong with Steve–

“What’s my what?”

“Favourite colour.”

The answer to that question, Steve reflected in the silence that followed – not the fucking colour one, the one just before, ricocheting wildly off the walls of his empty head – was everything.

“I’m sorry.” Steve heard the words drop uselessly out of his own mouth. “That’s a stupid question.”

“No, no.” Tony laughed – then paused for a second, as if taken by surprise by its sound.

Wellll, at least he’s laughing. Bucky observed. Even if it’s at you.

The smooth, shining surface of the table was looking more and more tempting by the second. Steve wondered if it would survive the impact with his forehead. “Shut up.”

Steve didn’t realise he’d actually vocalised till Tony’s brows crooked. “I’m sorry?”

“No, not you…just. Voices.” Steve said lamely, and then let the words hang there; too miserable to be appropriately horrified. He’d grown familiar enough with the modern times to know what that had just sounded like.

A good soldier knows to quit while he’s ahead. You did your best, Rogers.

Apart from the fact that his best…well, to borrow a modern colloquialism, sucked. Steve exhaled, tight and despairing. “I’ll just go.”

“You probably should.” For all that Tony was smiling, gentler than Steve had ever seen him, the words still hit hard. “My fault entirely, shouldn’t have come here in the first place. You should probably look for the person you actually–”

“Have a shot at? Yeah, I get it.” Steve bit out, knees knocking against the table as he rushed to his feet – and regretted the words instantly. Tony was being so kind, he’d had met dames that wouldn’t sit through ten seconds of that joke he called a conversation, and here Steve was messing it all up with his humiliated resentment. His nails dug into his palms, lips pressing together tightly even as he struggled to parse the words out in a dignified tone. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…you’re right, this was a mistake. Thank you for giving this a chance anyway, I know this isn’t exactly your kind of…” A deep exhale. “Who’m I kidding, it’s a throwaway café at the bottom of your Tower, this is miles away from anything you’re accustomed to, I don’t know what I was hoping for–”

The lines on Tony’s face were growing deeper as Steve went on, eyebrows pulling down, something faintly distressed about the curve of that mouth. “No Steve, it isn’t like–”

“Bye Tony.” Steve forced out, and Tony’s expression changed strangely in response – right, he hadn’t been informed of the Stark-to-Tony change that Steve’s euphoric, idiotic brain had made when he’d first glimpsed that dark head in the bustle of the café.

His chair dragged against the floor as his palms pushed away from the table, hands coming to hang rigidly at his side as he turned away. Right, so. First course of action – go up to his floor and rip the spine out of How to Get Out of Your Mind and Start Living. And then set it on fire, though he’d probably have to enquire about incinerators first. There were apparently pollution laws for this kinda thing now. And then maybe look up that site Barton was recommending for people who wanted to meet other people, but not do much talking. Steve didn’t want to open his mouth again for the rest of his life. The site had the oddest name though, something about inflammable wood –

“Steve.” Something snagged at his wrist. Steve glanced down, saw tanned fingers and grease under nails. “Wait.”

His eyes flicked back to Tony’s face of their own accord, heart frozen for a beat. Apprehension and a myriad of other emotions were warring in Tony’s features, contorting and twisting and looking for all the world like he had no idea what business his hand had wrapped around Steve’s wrist.

“Are you going to keep holding my hand,” The words were falling out of Steve’s mouth, roughly hewn with the tiniest tinge of desperation, “or are you going to actually say anything?”

“I vote both.” Tony returned with a smoothness that surprised even him, if the rocketing eyebrows that followed that declaration were any indication. He stared down at the table, gave it an affirming nod, and looked up – once unreadable eyes resolving into determination. “Can we do both?”

Steve’s mind was stuck in static, and before he even knew it, he was being guided inexorably back down; knees folding and tailbone hitting the chair, hand encased in Tony’s warm, calloused grip. It was his turn to blink confusedly, heart thundering to life under a chest that threatened to burst. I don’t understand, he meant to say, except –

“Are you sure?” Slipped out instead, cracking at the edges a little.

Tony stared back at him, jaw firm and eyes unwavering. His hand didn’t twitch, forefinger and thumb tucked around Steve’s wrist bones, palm cupping the knuckles. “Absolutely.”

And then his eyes dipped, almost as if conscious, mouth reduced to a blur and vowels and consonants escaping helter-skelter. “I mean, when you strode onto the Helicarrier in that spangly outfit, I was pretty much but soft, what light through yonder window breaks and all that jazz–”

A snort escaped Steve without his cognizance, eyes widening after as Tony’s own narrowed in turn. “What, you find Shakespeare hilarious, Rogers?”

“Just thought someone modern might be more up to your speed.” Steve managed to reply without stumbling, still all too conscious of the exact location and status of his left hand. Was his skin clammy? It was clammy, wasn’t it? “I dunno. Uh, Han Solo?”

“We aren’t there yet, hun.” Tony replied easily, like the two of them together, like this, wasn’t still making Steve’s head throw up an Error 404. Oh, he should probably say that out loud sometime. Tony would like the reference.

“Barmy old coot that he may be, Shakespeare still has his uses.” And now Steve’s hand was being taken even farther away from him, hovering close to Tony’s chin – oh god, that’s where his lips are – Tony’s fingers sliding around all too easily to wrap around Steve’s own, thumb brushing the knuckles. But hell if Steve could concentrate on any of that – it was like his and Tony’s sightlines had infallibly tangled together, and he couldn’t look away any more than he could hush the thrumming blood in his veins, roaring in his ears. Tony smiled, a flash of white incisor in the midst of all that enrapturing darkness. “It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”

Steve’s neck burned. Seized with the inexorable urge to drop his eyes – no, to knock Tony’s hand aside and curl his fingers into that thrice-damned scarf and pull, right over the table till Tony’s elbows knocked into the wood and his chest heaved and smirking lips parted –

Tony broke the eye contact. His lashes swept down, colour bursting to life on olive skin, rich and sparse, like wheat browning under the glorious sun. His lips barely moved in a murmur, “You have quite the sweltering gaze, Captain.”

“I have good inspiration.” Steve returned on autopilot. Huh, not bad.

Tony seemed to agree, eyebrows flying up to skim his hairline. His cheeks were still faintly coloured, “That is the smoothest thing you’ve said all afternoon.”

“It didn’t have much competition.” And Tony snickered as if in agreement, but Steve could feel his own lips curving to echo his, tightness in his chest easing away to leave something far lighter behind. This didn’t feel mean. This didn’t feel mean at all. This felt more akin to Peggy pursing her scarlet lips, bright-eyed with ill-concealed amusement, all ‘you really don’t know how to talk to women, do you.’

“You aren’t half as eloquent as you are when you’re all mad and Captain-ly.” Tony observed, eyes skating searchingly over Steve’s features. It made Steve’s skin prickle, and not unpleasantly. Tony’s mouth crooked, soft and discreet, more fetching than all the flagrant smirks in the world. “It’s charming.”

Steve cleared his throat, Tony’s smile growing even more delighted in response. “Uh. Wanna order something?”

And so it went on. They didn’t chat constantly, about everything and nothing like the closest of pals because they…well. Weren’t. But there was something here, Steve thought – something about how Tony’s smug grins and salacious comments didn’t ruffle his feathers half as much as they used to, something about how Steve’s blunt words didn’t make Tony stiffen in his seat. They weren’t immediately jumping to the worst conclusions about each other, jagged edges melting to run and flow together. Assured of his welcome, Steve’s words grew stronger and more confident – all the while his heart skipped a merry beat, hand growing warmer and warmer in Tony’s unceasing clasp.

“I always found it inherently ridiculous when they said it in the movies,” The sun was in its final lap, orange and gold streaks shooting across an indigo sky. Tony leaned casually against the café door, one ankle crossed over the other – how long had it been? Two hours? Three? Steve hadn’t been keeping count. “But I’m starting to think I haven’t been going on the right kind of dates. This was nice, Steve.”

Steve shifted on his feet, shoulders slouched, all too conscious of obstructing the entrance to the café. Tony seemed unconcerned, shoulder blades propped against the glass, fingers still holding Steve’s left hand hostage.

Maybe you can ransom it with a kiss, Bucky sniggered – Tony dropping his hand immediately as if he had a direct line to Steve’s deranged head. Steve flexed his fingers in the empty air, trying to clamp down on the disappointment. “Yeah?”

“Hmm.” Tony hummed. His freed hands reached up to wrap the faded maroon scarf more securely round his clavicles, lingering at the soft neckline of his tee after. Steve ached. “When I first met you, you felt like…the gathered essence of every asshole who thought they knew exactly what I was made of.”

Steve’s gut twisted in unease. “I’m so–”

“Uh-uh hero, still talking.” Tony stepped close, restless fingers reaching out to fiddle with the lowest button on Steve’s shirt. Caught before an exhale, Steve stopped breathing. “Today though. Today you asked me what my favourite colour was, like something out of Clueless, or a seventh-grade dating manual.”

If he breathed out now, Tony’s knuckles would brush past his abdomen. Lungs drawn tight, Steve could barely push out the words. “It was stu–”

“Guy flying around in a red-and-gold suit of armour.” Tony interrupted again, blunt nails scraping down the rough cotton, peeking between the buttoned gaps. “And you ask my favourite colour. Hell, maybe I’m reading too much into this – scratch that, I totally am, but that.” The quietest of breaths, dark irises flitting up. “That, wasn’t presumptuous at all. And I liked it.”

Beat. Beat. Steve exhaled. Tony tilted his chin up, as if to catch the warm breath on his own lips, chapped pink skin fluttering minutely.

They were so close now.

And then it struck him, as clear as his instinct before flinging the shield at a target, mind mapping out angles and trajectories. Nothing that had happened during this date had come naturally to Steve, and yet there wasn’t a split second’s hesitation in his frame as he tilted his head back from Tony’s uplifted face, gentle yet decisive. His loosely hanging hands came up to encircle Tony’s wrists in turn, detaching his fingers from Steve’s shirt with a soft tug.

Tony’s eyes flickered open, dark and confused. Steve could feel a rabbiting pulse, as his thumbs grazed over the thin skin of those wrists. Soft and low, his voice was mere vibration held captive in the enclosed space between their bodies.

“Who’s being presumptuous now?”

He held on, long enough just to feel Tony’s shiver, and then dropped them. Counted out two blinks before Tony’s mouth curled, eyes gleaming; denied and pleased somehow all at once. “You’re an asshole, Rogers.”

“Only to those who deserve it.” And his heart was anxiously, traitorously thudding away all the while, but his voice held and Tony laughed outright, almost breathless. God. God.

His grin was probably far too broad to be as smooth as he was trying to project himself, but Steve couldn’t care less. Not anymore. A step back, and another, till he was nudging the door open with his back, Tony’s glowing eyes following him all the way.

“See you later, Tony.” And he could hear Tony’s pleased inhale at the name, and Steve turned around, hands reaching down to slip into his pockets, lips struggling to hold the sheer force of his smile. Walked away, with an almost jaunty spring to his stride.

Nothing to say now?

Well done hotshot, you and Stark can fondue from now till the end of eternity, Bucky pronounced flatly – but Steve knew better. Could imagine the mocking words of his best pal all the way from the forties, coupled with that proud little glint in his eye.

God Buck, if only you could see me now.

I am, Bucky promised – and Steve allowed himself this. This not-delusion, on the day he went on a fucking brilliant date, if he said so himself, with Tony goddamn Sta –

With Tony.

Right, so. Course of action. How to Get Out of Your Mind and Start Living could probably live to see another day, Barton could keep his website. He had a Black Widow to personally thank.

~to be continued

#steve/tony #stony #superhusbands #fluff #blind date #wip

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quickchangeartist · 7 years

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92 Questions Tag

Tagged by: @shadowbanish (thank you! <3)

Answer the questions and tag 20 people.

Shit, uhhhhhh... I dunno about 20. That seems like a whole hell of a lot. @ammonia-jane, @manticorefruit, @pink-reindeer, @ghartokpadhome, @ashadahlen, @ashtraska, @onepartpartyonepartmachine, @happilynerevarafter, @relvinmeru, @julei-zu, @aforgottenchampion, @jerallmountains, @sonofqueen, @hardbittenhearts, @aramis-stilt0n, @snowelves, @automatomicatomaton, @dunmeritude, @sithisit, @chameleonspell HEY WE DID IT (Disregard if you want, tho, cos this is a lot of questions and all)

THE LAST: 1. Drink: Tea, with a lot of sugar and milk. 2. Phone call: @ammonia-jane, actually, because I’d missed the bus and made myself late. 3. Text message: “A miserable pile of secrets.” 4. Song you listened to: “Maker Of My Sorrow” by Eliza Rickman 5. Time you cried: Probably yesterday morning, or the night before.

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: Like, gone on two dates or dated them, broke up, then dated them again? Either way, yes. 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Oh man, yeah. Many people I’ve kissed have not been good at it, regardless. 8. Been cheated on: Yeeeeeaahh actually that sort of happens a lot? I often wonder about that, and whether that’s why I just plain don’t much mind being fucked around on, maybe I just see it as a natural consequence. Or maybe I’m just poly and I shouldn’t overanalyse the whys so much. 9. Lost someone special: Yeah. 10. Been depressed: Bruh. Come on, now. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Lol. Yeah. LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12. Red 13. Black 14. That sort of deep reddish purple that you only get on certain kinds of plum at very precise times of the year. IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Yeah! I’m really bad at keeping them, though. 16. Fallen out of love: Nope! 17. Laughed until you cried: Yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Nah. Either they cover shit up properly, or I’m just not that interesting to talk about. Also, I’m pretty obtuse to be fair. 19. Met someone who changed you: Not in the last year, but they’re still around?20. Found out who your friends are: I wasn’t in doubt? Damn, some of you must have much more drama-filled lives than I do. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Idk? Probably. I think I gave @manticorefruit a smooch on their hat the other week. I kissed Voltaire after a concert a month or two back.

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I don’t really know? Probably not more than half, though. 24. Do you want to change your name: I planned to change to my current name, Daniel, for the duration of transitioning, then change to Casimir once my surgery was done with. Then a friend of mine turns up with a Friendship Tattoo with ‘Daniel’ right there on his forearm and I’m just like. Welp. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I hung out at my mate’s place and drank gin and ate a delicious earl grey-flavored cake with “Happy fuckin’ Birthday aye” written on it in purple icing. That cake lasted for two weeks, it was enormous. 26. What time did you wake up: It should be 7am, lately it’s between 10am and 1pm because life is a series of mistakes. 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Probably something unspeakable. 28. Name something you can’t wait for: For @ammonia-jane to go to Texas so she can come back. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: She’s literally right here. My cat is sitting on her and she’s reading my old report cards from school 20 years ago. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Oh my fucking gods, where to fucking begin... How about I go back to being 17 and happy and not yet so crushingly mentally ill. That or give me $100,000. 31. What are you listening right now: My cat purring, also “The Wayward Wife” by The Merry Wives Of Windsor. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: ...Shit, I don’t know. Maybe I haven’t?? 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: My real estate agent hasn’t returned my emails OR my calls in going on a month now, despite sticking a demolition application notice on my damn lawn in the dark of night. Shitweasels. 34. Most visited Website: If not Tumblr, then probably UESP. LOST QUESTIONS 35. Mole/s: I think there’s one on the back of my neck maybe, and there’s one on the underside of one forearm. 36. Mark/s: Like... A bunch. Scar across my shoulder, scars all over my fingers and hands, big scar on my left thigh, nick on one wrist and between two knuckles on one hand I’ve had as long as I can remember, big flat scar on the sole of one foot, freckles on my shoulders (the ones on my face and forearms faded a lot when I became a Basement Goblin but the ones on my shoulders were from a SEVERE sunburn so I figure they’re there to stay), my stretchmarks are invisible now but holy fuck am I still super self-conscious about them, etc etc etc. 37. Childhood dream: I wanted to be a vet surgeon so much. 38. Haircolour: Right now? Henna-dyed red, it’s sort of brick-red now. 39. Long or short hair: I have a mohawk that’s long enough to reach the small of my back. So... Both? 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Sure <3 41. What do you like about yourself: My hands are pretty and I can do lots of things with them, like blacksmithing and carpentry and rude gestures. 43. Bloodtype: I THINK it’s O-? I can’t remember right now. It’s on some paperwork somewhere around here. 44. Nickname: Dan No, Dan Pls, Dan Would You Just Stop 45. Relationship status: I think they’re both going pretty well? 46. Zodiac: Aries 47. Pronouns: Neither He/Him/His or They/Them/Theirs feels ‘right’ but because English is a woeful pain in the ass, I’ll accept either of those. 48. Favourite TV Show: Right now it’s American Gods. 49. Tattoos: SOON. Once I get a new spot to live sorted out, I got some promises to keep. 50. Right or left hand: Right. 51. Surgery: Broken wrist, had a chunk carved out of my foot, had my thigh cauterised shut because I kept tearing the stitches and I decided I didn’t care. Had some bits and pieces extracted. Had broken tooth bits fished out of my jaw. At some point in the future there’ll be major chest surgery. 52. Hair dyed in different colour: SO MANY. I had to cool it with that once I started getting scared of my hair falling out. I used to be Billy Idol peroxide-white, though, I think that was the worst for it. 53. Sport: I don’t sport? I like watching Swordcraft battles. I think that’s a sport. 55. Vacation: The Murray River, up around Sunraysia, about 12km downriver from Loch 11. Not that I’ve thought about it at all. 56. Pair of trainers: I don’t know if I have any, actually. I wear my boots to death, though, they need resoling now I’ve ground the heels hollow again. MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: Right now? Kabana and some baked beans. Whatever I could find in the kitchen. 58. Drinking: Cheap coke. 59. I’m about to: Write something, I hope, if my brain stays still. 61. Waiting for: Word back about the last rental lease we applied for. 62. Want: Not gonna lie, I would pay $50 for someone to come lie in bed with me and tell me it’s gonna be okay while we spoon and watch American Gods. 63. Get married: Afraid I can’t. Australia’s fun like that. 64. Career: *distant, bitter laughter* WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: Depends on the person. It’s hard to screw up a hug, though. 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes 67. Shorter or taller: Depends on what I intend to do with them 68. Older or younger: Older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Arms, I have such a weird envy thing for good shoulders. 71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive, because holy shit I am all nervous all the time and loud is bad for me 72. Hook up or relationship: Hmmm. I mean, both have their pros and cons. 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: I am naturally really cautious, so hesitant, I guess. HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: Yep 75. Drank hard liquor: Yessir. I got a bottle of gin beside my chair at all times, lately. Beautiful Tanqueray. 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I don’t have either, though I probABLY REALLY SHOULD 77. Turned someone down: Yeah, it was so awkward. Poor thing, really. 78. Sex in the first date: Why wouldn’t I? 79. Broken someone’s heart: Ayyeh... Yeah, pretty often. I’m kind of garbage. 80. Had your heart broken: Yes. 81. Been arrested: No! A low bar, I know, but something I’m proud of. 82. Cried when someone died: Still doing it, now and then. 83. Fallen for a friend: Yes. DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: Hah. I believe that other people believe in me and I don’t want to disappoint them, how’s that? 85. Miracles: In a way. I don’t think of them as miracles, though. 86. Love at first sight: Not the kind of love that ought to last. 87. Santa Claus: Nah 88. Kiss on the first date: Hell yeah smooches. 89. Angels: How christian-specific of you. OTHER: 90. Current best friends name: I always hated the idea that asking that question was normal and acceptable. Just makes other friends feel inadequate. 91. Eyecolour: Blue-grey, there’s a bit of brownish-gold around the middle I got from my mother. 92. Favourite movie: The Man Who Fell To Earth. It makes me cry a lot. Or Showgirls, because I cannot watch it without laughing, it’s a trainwreck that never stops giving.

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maziqueensmith · 7 years

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92 Statements

I was tagged by @piggiesaregreen

RULES: You must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

THE LAST:

1. Drink: water

2. Phone call: my mom

3. Text message: “what a big boy!!”

4. Song you listened to: Do I Wanna Know - Artic Monkeys

5. Time you cried: I don’t remember

6. Dated someone twice: never

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: once again, never

8. Been cheated on: ok so technically my 7th-grade boyfriend cheated on me but honestly I feel like that doesn’t count

9. Lost someone special: a few

10. Been depressed: every damn day :)

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:

12.-14. blue, green, red

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yup

16. Fallen out of love: nah

17. Laughed until you cried: can’t recall

18. Found out someone was talking about you: don’t think so

19. Met someone who changed you: no?

20. Found out who your friends are: not in the way I think this question is implying

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: hahaha....no

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them

23. Do you have any pets: I have a horse (Mason), a hamster (Hammy), and two cats (Miles who lives at home, and Tommy who lives in my apartment with me)

24. Do you want to change your name: sometimes I think about it, but not seriously

25. What did you do for your last birthday: took two finals and then worked all night wooooo

26. What time did you wake up: my alarm was set at 6:30 but I hit snooze until like 7ish

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping

28. Name something you can’t wait for: to take and hopefully pass my boards

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: yesterday

31. What are you listening to right now: nothing

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yeah

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: myself? (only mostly kidding)

34. Most visited website: tumblr

35.-37.

38. Hair colour: light brown

39. Long or short hair: shortish - it’s about shoulder length

40. Do you have a crush on someone: I get temporary crushes on someone new like every day tbh

41. What do you like about yourself: most cats like me and I think that’s pretty cool

42. Piercings: I had my ears pierced but the holes are pretty much closed now

43. Blood type: I should know, but I don’t

44. Nickname: Kat, Kath

45. Relationship status: single

46. Zodiac: taurus

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favourite TV show: I can’t pick

49. Tattoos: none

50. Right or left handed: right-handed

51. Surgery: I had surgery on my elbow last summer to repair a fractured radial head, complete with pins, plates, screws, and donor tissue.

52. Piercing: didn’t I already answer this?

53. Sport: horseback riding (more specifically, show jumping)

55. Vacation: what is a vacation?

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: if it’s bad for me, I love it

58. Drinking: water, milk, frozen strawberry margaritas from this restaurant near me

59. I’m about to: study some more for my boards (or keep procrastinating let’s be real here)

61. Waiting for: the pool to be opened and usable

62. Want: to pass my boards so I can stop studying for the first time in YEARS.

63. Get married: hopefully one day, to the right person

64. Career: I got a job as a nurse in a hospital come fall so....

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: both

66. Lips or eyes: both again

67. Shorter or taller: taller

68. Older or younger: older

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: both, both is good

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: no

75. Drank hard liquor: yes

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: do sunglasses count?

77. Turned someone down: yup

78. Sex on the first date: idk

79. Broken someone’s heart: maybe?

80. Had your heart broken: nope

81. Been arrested: no

82. Cried when someone died: yes

83. Fallen for a friend: no

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: depends on the day

85. Miracles: yup

86. Love at first sight: yeah

87. Santa Claus: no

88. Kiss on the first date: depends

89. Angels: yeah

OTHER:

90. Current best friend’s name: @morgaana is def one of my besties

91. Eye colour: brown

92. Favourite movie: Wonder Woman (surprise, surprise), but I also love the Harry Potter movies and The Machine (starring Caity Lotz)

why exactly 92 questions tho??

Tagging:

@morgaana @edwardalric @blackestcanary @mithrilstarlight @king-belamy and anyone else who wants to do it.

#ask meme #im doing this kind of late so i feel like most people have already done it #so if i didnt tag you sorry #feel free to still do it!#and of course no one has to do the thing

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my-happy-little-bean · 7 years

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92 things :)

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag people.

i was tagged by lovely @themessafterthemarty who is pretty lovely have i ever said that okay here we gooo

last:

1. drink: water, i think. how exciting. 2. phone call: my mum, who called me to listen to ‘tequila’ that was playing in wherever she was. what an angel :D 3. text message: her 💕 4. song you listen to: ‘supermassive black hole’ from muse ✌️ 5. time you cried: last night, heh #findgabbie’smentalstability2k17

have you:

6. kissed someone twice: yup and it was lovely 7. kissed someone and regretted it: i haven’t really regretted the kiss above yet, but i feel like i should (it was all consensual though; it’s just that we are both trying to move on and i c a n ‘ t) :’D 8. cheated on: i haven’t even in a position to be cheated on :P 9. lost someone special: everyone’s special in their own way (i want to keep @themessafterthemarty‘s answer because it’s really nice and i can surprisingly relate) 10. been depressed: no medical proof to back that up, but i would say what i have been feeling for at least 3 years or more has been pretty close :P 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: i haven’t gotten drunk, but i have thrown up multiple times in my life (i say that as if i should be proud of that lol)

list 3 favourite colours

12-14: pink, blue, mint green (all pastel because i have an a e s t h e t i c (or at least try to)

in the last year have you:

15. made new friends: i have :) 16. fallen out of love: more like fallen in love lolololololol 18. found out someone was talking about you: i mean, i am so popular. everyone is obviously talking good shit about me and not trash or anything because everyone likes me right of course right (i am kidding) (unfortunately( 19. met someone who changed you: yes, and i am v thankful for them :) 20. found out who your friends are: i mean, yeah. though no one has proven they aren’t a friend of mine because i like my friends (for now) (jk) (i hope) 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: i has no fac-e-book

general:

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: still no fac-e-book. 23. do you have any pets: two birds (chubby the third and skylar) and a dog named kiko ^-^ 24. do you want to change your name: not really, to be honest. gabbie’s pretty cool. 25. what did you do for your last birthday: i think i went to school, went out to fortinos with some friends and had potato wedges and red velvet cake, and lied down in my bed at home, doing homework, and ate cupcakes with my fam. also got a uke. good times :) 26. what time do you wake up: well as it is summer, i have been waking up later than i usually try to (6 am), so 8 am - 10 am-ish? 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: crying/sleeping. huh. 28. name something you can’t wait for: thomas sander’s part 2 to his newest sander sides video (because who leaves me on a cliffhanger on youtube how dare he) (kidding he’s amazing), but i can’t wait to be happy (aka never? i hope not) 29. when was the last time you saw your mom?: like, a few hours ago. she just went to work. 30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my obsessive perfectionism. let’s just say that and carry on before this becomes 92 regrets :P 31. what are you listening to right now: there’s a tv in the background, and my sister is listening to “almost is never enough” on her phone. 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: …have i??? *has a crisis* 33. something that is getting on your nerves: being criticized for my decisions and what i look like by my freaking family. like, seriously?? 34. most visited website: tumblr, youtube, or fanfiction.net. i am too lazy to check :’) 35. mole/s: i have been told the mole (is it a mole or a birthmark i am not too sure) on my arm resulted in my mum drinking a lot of bubble tea during her pregnancy, resulting in a tapioca-shaped mole on my arm, lol. i have one on my nose as well, and probs more, but those are my significant ones :P 36. mark/s: quite a few good ones. i earned ‘em at school. pretty solid tbh. (lol i have some body marks, i guess. depends what you mean by marks). 37. childhood dream: i wanted to be an author or a princess. one out of the two are still possible for me (tho ya never know) 38. hair colour: dark brown 39. long or short hair: short, but desperately trying to be dodie-esque short 40. do you have a crush on someone: yupppppppppppppppp. 41. what do you like about yourself: i am an strong advocator of human decency. i think that’s pretty good :) 42. piercings: just ears. not cool enough for any other ones (aka i am too much of a wuss) 43. blood type: my dad said my mum knows. i am too lazy to call her up for the sake of this, so je ne sais pas. 44. nicknames: gabbie is short for gabriella, but i also go by gabs, gabster, and really cool person, and trash can. 45. relationship status: single pringle. 46. zodiac: sagittarius 47. pronouns: her/she :) 48. favourite TV Shows: friends *claps four times* 50. right or left hand: right or left hand wot 51. surgery: never had one *knocks on wood* 52. hair dyed in different colour: i really want toooo 53. sport: never. of course not. why would i ever try to. dat’s hard stuff. (where is 54) 55. vacation: i like vacation! im on summer vacation rn, but not going anywhere extravagant soon other than ottawa, i think. 56. pair of trainers: wait wot do you mean sneakers idek know anymore

more general:

57. eating: what a good thing. i love eating. i just had spring rolls and rice and adobo flakes with an egg ✨ 58. drinking: SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS of water, 59. i’m about to: go pee. also i should be working on pbb, or at least some kind of writing. 62. want: my wifi back. stop being 90% used and just reset already. also happiness; or at least, satisfaction. 63. get married: “I mean, I need a partner in crime someday” @themessafterthemarty wins the award of being the most awesome 64. career: something in psychology or creative writing? who knows :P

which is better:

65. hugs or kisses: i might say kisses, but hugs are nicer and cozier and i can’t screw up a hug i think 66. lips or eyes: i like looking at eyes, but like eyes in general kind of freak me out. i like kissing lips? i dunno what even is this question 67. shorter or taller: a healthy mid-height. of whatever this means. 68. older or younger: what are you on about 70. nice arms or nice stomach: how do these become nice things every part of the body is nice i guess 71. sensitive or loud: like in volume or personality? be a lil’ more specific, game. 72. hook up or relationship: “you go from bros to hos, but like, good hos” @themessafterthemarty how are you not an motivational speaker yet 73. troublemaker or hesitant: if you mean which one is better, i would say hesitant. a little bit of hesitancy means careful, i guess. maybe that’s just me.

have you ever:

74. Kissed a Stranger: not a stranger, no. 75. Drank hard liquor: i like my water hard, ya know 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: not permanently — contacts on the ground once they’re out and i can’t see = hell on earth 77. turned someone down: both close romances have turned me down i know that wasn’t the question but i crave sympathy 78. sex on the first date: you talk as if i am good at getting/having either 79. broken someone’s heart: i am not too sure. 80. had your heart broken: unfortunately it hurts more when you knew there was nothing to be broken 🙂🙃🙂 81. been arrested: of course not. 82. cried when someone died: i didn’t expect myself to, but tears was just an automatic response when my godmother died. 83. Fallen for a friend: unfortunately it hurts more when you knew nothing could happen with them 🙂🙃🙂

that was the worst game of have you ever ever my poor heart

do you believe in:

84: Yourself: not usually, lol 85. Miracles: “per definition this means divine interference and i just think any possible god is a bit too busy, the world’s just full of glorious coincidences” i am yet again stealing @themessafterthemarty‘s response it’s just too good. 86. love at first sight: not completely, no. 87. santa claus: OF COURSE I BELIEVE IN SANTA HE IS REAL 100% I WILL FIGHT WHOEVER SAYS OTHERWISE 88. kiss on the first date: not on a first date, no. maybe it’s because i have technically never had a social outing when both members of the party considered it a date.

other:

90. Current best friend name: sierra 💕 91. eye colour: like a black hole. or really really really dark chocolate. 92. Favourite movie: for now, i’m going to say la la land. mainly because i can probably watch it tons of times and still feel amazed by it.

i tag @evermoredeath @lovelylilaclester @troyescacti @lovelyfrankway @sleepyphanfics and anyone else who wants to spend time on these questions (you’re gonna have to choose what 54 is though because i dunno what it is) :P

#about me #aren't i interesting #i am forcing you to read this.#mwhahaha :)

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frankierising-blog · 7 years

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Lair Review for Cov

@cov-rising I’m sorry, I had to cut this one short because it is somehow now 6:30am and I need to start wrapping up to finish my shift!!

First Impressions:

Okay, wow. From your front page I thought I was going to be blasted to death by pinks and cuteness, but this is actually a pretty cool, relatively varied lair!! I like it!

Honey

Is this your Progen!? If it’s not, I basically hate you. Honey is GORGEOUS!! HOT DIGGETTY DAMN! Al those golds and yellows, absolute perfection!!I love the subtle greens in Sylvan Apparel and the Peace Dove! It blends in really nicely! And of course, matches the sprite perfectly!

I like that you’ve managed to keep the bulk of it within the yellow/gold range without making it look tacky or cluttered! Very, very well done! The accent compliments it all perfectly! LOVE IT!!!

Neria

Stop, STOP! What a perfect Mate for Honey! This is fantastic! The oranges and the golds with the contrast of the Midnight! The Candles match the midnight perfectly, I love it! I do feel like this one is not quite as perfectly balanced as Honey, but that kind of makes sense! If they’re both perfect then it would probably look more like twins!

Do you have any character or lore for these? Are they actually a pair or am I making incorrect assumptions? Also, the Reaper kind of makes it look like Neria is the more sinister of the pair, or maybe has a darker history, is this a correct impression?

Lucian

Lucian, stop. No. This is freaking amazing! The colours, the Iri/Shim/Thyla that actually WORKS! I don’t know if I’ve seen that before! That accent is freaking PERFECT! I feel like the Golden Wing Silks doesn’t match quite as perfectly as I’d like, but there’s definitely nothing wrong with it! I wonder what he’d look like with the matching Ember dress and then more exposed wings? IDK my lair is a freaking mess so wtf do I know?

Love the Mith familiar with him, too! The purples in it are dang spot on! And so much gorgeous art! LOOOOVE!!!! But gurl, even if you don’t write lore yourself – if you can spend that much commissioning art, COMISSION SOME DANG LORE – IT’S KILLING ME NOT KNOWING WHAT HE’S ABOUT! Get on that. My interest is now your No.1 priority, KTHXBAI

Atlas

“Atlas is a smart philosopher man with a beard and a bird” THAT IS THE BEST SENTENCE I HAVE EVER READ ON THIS DAMN SITE! 10/10 WOULD READ AGAIN!

Atlas looks PERFECT! He’s like this well-read, learned old kook who’s always got his nose in some book, tome or scroll. The Ethereal Ribbons really look like he’s gotten himself tangled up in some long, ancient scroll he was reading and just couldn’t be bothered untangling himself.

I get the impression he doesn’t even realise there’s a cat on his head, he’s just busy thinking about where he left that book he’d borrowed from some ancient library or temple that he seems to have misplaced.

But gurl, he is a philosopher with a beard, why is he covered in flower petals? Wouldn’t that piss him off? OR IS THAT PESKY BIRD GIVING HIM HELL!? IS THAT HOW HE GOT TANGLED IN THE SCROLL!?

Tea

Tea seems like she’d be the head of the clan…. But she’s not at the front – I always just assume that’s where the head goes.

So I have decided that Tea is not the leader, but is extremely up herself. Flaunting her golden spoils. Just look at the snobby way she’s got her head turned to get more light on her face, and that self-important smile.

JOKES ON YOU, TEA, THAT BIRD LOOKS LIKE IT’S ABOUT TO NEST IN YOUR PRECIOUS CROWN!! HA!

But seriously, I really love how nice and subtle this is. Tea has this almost oxymoronic shimmery, pastel look about her, I really dig it!

Essence

Um, excuse me, I’m pretty sure someone vomited pretty things on a gorgeous GenOne. IT’S A DOUBLE BLUSH, WHY IS IT COVERED IN LEAVES!!!

Okay, but seriously, I LOVE the colours, and Daisy Flowerfall, Crown and Peace Dove look absolutely FANTASTIC but I just wonder if the golds are a little too light against the Blush. Or is that something that changes once the gene-ing is finished?

Also, I just learned that a Pink-Tail Mole exists so thank you for that! It also looks fantastic with Essence’s colours! :)

Blossom

Why stop at 2 Flowerfalls? Why not get the Violet one going? While you’re at it – chuck some snowflakes and fire in there too! Screw it, grab those Festival Butterflies! Let’s just go all in here!

But seriously, dayum, you’re fond of the Flowerfalls, haha!

I actually really love Blossom! Especially the greens to compliment the Blush. 33KG HOLY FREAKING CRAP OKAY PUT ALL THE FLOWERFALLS, PUT EVERYTHING ON THIS OH MY GOD. JUST SELL EVERY OTHER DRAGON AND GIVE THIS EVERYTHING BECAUSE WOWEE THAT’S AN EXPENSIVE BABBY!

Were the Witch’s Cobwebs supposed to look like Moss? I hope so because that’s exactly what I see! Birds and moss and flowers floating in the breeze, little white butterflies resting on his limbs. Freaking gorgeous!

I don’t like the tail rings but I think that has more to do with the fact that I don’t like them in general! YOU MATCHED THE SPEEDY WITH HIM SO WELL! I LOVE THIS!!!

Bloom

Holy freaking cow. That is a lot of pretty things on one pretty, pretty Wildclaw! The Sylvan Wings and the Alchemist Tools work SO WELL together, holy crap! They compliment the Pistachio and the Spined Cobra SO MUCH!!!

I love the way the accent looks on the legs! I just wish there was some way to break up the green on the tail a bit? IDK

But uhm… I don’t mean to alarm you, but I think a tacky feather boa has somehow connected itself to this gorgeous masterpiece’s tail? :P

Honeysuckle

Okay, I actually really like the River Royalist Tail Rings on this one! Maybe I’m just extremely picky!! Honeysuckle looks absolutely fantastic!! Look how nicely the green highlights in butterfly work with the green in Spring’s Breath! The only thing that will forever shit me about Springs Breath is that green petal right on his thigh. WHY THIS, SPRING’S BREATH!?

I’m REALLY impressed by your Familiar matching skills, too, you got the yellows, golds and greens spot on! Also, your GenOnes in general are… decadent *Drools*

Dahlia

A dragon representations of the Tumblr Aesthetic

Allium

The Tumblr Aesthetic going through it’s SLIGHTLY edgy animal print phase

Hydrangea

Okay, so I like to make fun of girly things that I secretly love and that whole row are absolutely STUNNING but Hydrangea takes the damn cake!!! For one – way to nail Piebald! I haven’t seen Piebald properly utilized in a fairly long time so it’s really impressive how much you’ve nailed it! PLUS the wings of the fairies make it look like you’ve got Thylacine-like markings that actually spill into the secondary field and the tie the Skys in nicely! This is absolutely amazing!! I really love the tiny bits of gold from the Sky Blue Silks and the very discrete Clawtips! I didn’t even notice those till just now, THIS IS ACTUALLY PERFECTION, HOLY CRAP!!!!!!

Amity

Yet again, you’ve managed to match your familiar PERFECTLY! Amity is STUNNNNNNIIIINNNNNGGGG!!! What are your plans for the primary? I kind of hope you ditch the sylvan on it’s neck and chuck in another Piebald HINT HINT!!! But again, customisation is lovely AND I SEE YOU’RE BRANCHING OUT A LITTLE WITH YOUR DUAL FLOWERFALLS NOW!

I really love how discretely complimentary the Cobwebs are, and what a surprise it is when you finally notice the Tail Jewel, so many hidden little treasures here! I love it!

Laurel

Get out. You have no business here anymore. I’ma need you to just pack your things and exit this site, this is too much. You have too many amazing gems in here (that I’m sure you worked extremely hard for, but I’m still going to be ridiculously jealous!)

How GREAT does Oilslick look with the cream!? It’s perfect! Like, if the Tert was much darker than that, it might have come off a little too Pastel Goth and then seemed forced with the Antique Lace, but Oilslick Glimmer comes out just brown enough and with just enough highlight to perfectly compliment the antique and cream! LOOOOVE IT!

And once again you’ve matched the familiar freaking perfectly, even the Accent creates the ultimate perfect match!

Laurel is gorgeous to the point that I feel like you could make a real life porceline statue and people would display it in there homes or gardens loll.

OH AND YES, I SEE YOU SNEAKY ICE EYES BRINGING ALL THE BLUES IN.

You are a freaking ARTIST with these customisations, dayum!

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