#did u know that chickens like to sleep on tall things? the higher they are the safer they feel? (according to my cursory internet search)

[fisheito]

at last....yakumo with CHIKEN

[sylvanfreckles]

Fever Dreams

Summary: Castiel caught a bad chest cold and Sam stayed behind to look after him.

Just some soft times with these two, because I don't give them enough time together.

The Flare 'Verse, if you're not familiar with it, started Here and continued Here. Basically, Cas is human because Naomi burned his grace out in a ritual to elevate herself to a higher level. It's left him with scars and chronic pain, and the Winchesters are doing their best to take care of him. I'm still working on the first chronological story, but this one grabbed me and wouldn't let go.

...

Sam looked up from his book as the blankets on the bed rustled. He waited for a few seconds until the figure in the bed shifted around again, then set his book aside and gently pulled the blankets down enough to reveal Cas's tousled hair and pinched face.

He rested the back of his hand on the ex-angel's forehead, frowning a little at the temperature, then carded his fingers through the dark hair until he reached Cas's neck. The muscles there were tight, and Sam gently rubbed his thumb back and forth while he half-sat on the bed to be closer.

“Just a dream, Cas,” he murmured. “You're home safe. Just a dream.” It was just the two of them in the bunker at the moment—Dean was on a case, Eileen was meeting up with some old friends, and Jack was still trying to find something to help Cas's condition.

A sympathetic smile crept across his face when Cas's eyes cracked open, only to turn to a grimace of concern when the dark-haired man started coughing.

“Up you get, come on.” He slid one arm behind Cas's shoulders and gently pulled the other man up, then fumbled for the box of tissues to pass a handful to Cas.

The ex-angel might have muttered his thanks, but the tissues were pressed against his mouth as he leaned against Sam and coughed. Sam winced in sympathy and gently rubbed his friend's back, careful to avoid the sensitive scars left by Naomi's ritual.

“Ready to eat something?”

Cas shook his head and just leaned his weight against Sam. They didn't know if it was because of the way his grace had been burned out of him or just a consequence of taking human form, but Cas had trouble maintaining his body temperature now. He usually ended up curled up against the closest warm thing, whether that be a heating pad or a Winchester.

“C'mon, Cas,” Sam pleaded. “If you don't eat something Dean will never leave us alone again. He texted a dozen times while you were asleep, I'm surprised he didn't ask for a picture so he could make sure I was tucking you in the right way.”

That earned him a snort of laughter, and Sam gently pushed himself off the bed and started to lay Cas back down. “I'll bring you something, okay?”

“Wait,” Cas, voice still crackling with congestion, caught Sam's sleeve in one hand. “Not here.”

Sam raised his eyebrows high enough that he felt his hairline shift. “You need to rest, Cas. This is the best place for that.”

Cas shifted uncomfortably and stared up at Sam, somehow managing to look far too pathetic, even for a chronically ill ex-angel with a chest cold. “I need to move. I feel...confined.”

He understood that, a little. Dean could be a mother hen sometimes, and a chest cold rarely needed strict bedrest. Besides, the TV room had a deep, comfortable couch now, and Cas could rest there.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Sam offered as he helped tug the blankets away from Cas's legs. “We've still got the rest of that documentary series on deep-sea plant and animal life.”

They'd been actually really fun to watch together. When he'd been an angel, Cas had liked to venture to the depths of the ocean to study the patterns of life there, and there had been a few times he'd actually recognized the filming locations from personal experience. Sam had also ordered another set of documentaries on the ancient world, but that was mostly so Cas could point out the errors and explain everything the archaeologists were getting wrong. It was one of the things Dean rolled his eyes about and called them nerds, but they were all secretly pleased to see Cas's enthusiasm after those first long months of pain.

Sam started to hook his arm under Cas's legs to carry him out of the room, but the ex-angel waved him off and scooted to the edge of the bed on his own. So Sam stood back and held his arm out, bent at the elbow, so Cas could use it to pull himself to his feet and steady himself to walk.

“How is Dean?” Cas asked as they shuffled down the hall.

“He's pretending to be mad it's the library that's haunted and not the gym,” Sam said with a shake of his head. Dean took it personally when kids were in danger, and word of a poltergeist at a middle school had him out the door in less than an hour. “I think he's more relieved it's a spirit and not a psychic phenomenon.”

“And no one's around for his Ghostbusters references,” Cas added blandly.

Sam had to laugh. “Those too. 'Imagine, Sammy, a ghost in a library and it's not even an old lady',” he said, pitching his voice a little lower to imitate his brother.

“'He slimed me',” Cas whined, though it dissolved into a cough and they had to pause while the ex-angel caught his breath. “'They're here' might be more appropriate.”

“He's got to stop making you watch those movies,” Sam shook his head as they squeezed through the door to the TV room (not Dean Cave. Never calling it that). “This whole 'Hunting 101', it's not how it works. Real hunting isn't anything like that.”

Cas didn't answer until he was settled on one side of the u-shaped couch, sitting up in one corner so he was facing the TV with his legs stretched out along one leg of the couch.

“Isn't that what makes it entertaining?” he finally asked, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders and leaning back into the cushions.

Sam bit back his first reaction. This was Cas. Cas had been an angel for millennia before his grace had been torn out of him and left him with this frail mortal body. As much as his friend might seem innocent or naive at times, he still knew how to separate fact from fiction. “Sorry.”

“Just don't let Jack see them,” Cas continued, and Sam had to laugh at that. God...or demi-god? Elevated nephilim? Something more? Anyway, powerful though Jack might be, Sam wasn't sure he could ever see him as more than that wide-eyed kid who just wanted his father.

“I'll be right back,” he promised, patting Cas on the shoulder. There would be cream of chicken soup and apple slices in the fridge, and that would be enough to satisfy Dean the next time his older brother checked in.

Maybe.

…

They were forty-five minutes into a documentary about the Great Barrier Reef when Sam noticed Cas was shifting uncomfortably in his place on the couch.

“Cas?” Sam paused the movie and half-turned on the couch to study his friend. “You okay? Need to go back to bed?” He was sitting beside him, close enough to touch if Cas needed help, but did his best to make sure his friend didn't feel too crowded.

Cas shook his head, but Sam could still tell something was wrong. He had drank the entire mug of soup and eaten almost all of the apple slices Sam had brought, so he probably wasn't hungry. He wasn't due for more cold medicine for over an hour. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

There was a heavy sigh, then Cas slumped against the couch. “It's cold.”

Cold. They'd learned to hate that word. If Cas got too cold he could have one of those awful flares of pain, and end up curled up and miserable for hours. They tried to head it off by tucking him back in bed with hot water bottles and heating pads, but he'd actually been enjoying sitting on the couch to watch a movie so Sam was reluctant to pack him away in his isolated bedroom.

“Hang on, here.” Sam scooted closer and tugged Cas's blanket free. He slid one arm behind his friend's back and tucked Cas in close against him before spreading the blanket back over the two of them. “One Winchester heating pad, at your service.”

“Sam...”

“Hey, I have body heat to spare,” Sam teased. “Come on.”

Cas was still reluctant. “You might get sick.”

“I might get it anyway,” he replied. “Colds get passed around, Cas, that's the truth of it.”

There were a few more seconds of hesitation, then Cas practically melted against him. They spent a few moments rearranging themselves on the couch, ending up with Sam propping one foot on the side of the couch next to Cas's legs with his arm around Cas's shoulders, and Cas leaning his head on Sam's shoulder until his hair almost brushed the tall hunter's neck.

“This isn't personal space?” Cas asked. He probably didn't mean to sound so pathetic, it was just the cold making his voice croak like that.

“I don't have personal space,” Sam joked. “You think I could live in the car with Dean for so long if I did?”

Cas seemed to consider that, then nodded and seemed to relax even further against Sam. “He's very sensitive about such things,” he murmured sleepily.

“What's that?”

In answer, Cas mumbled something into Sam's collarbone. Sam glanced down, grinning when he realized Cas had fallen asleep almost as soon as they'd gotten re-settled. He left the documentary paused and reached for his book, figuring it was time to get a few more chapters in.

His phone buzzed on the couch beside him and he picked it up, seeing yet another text from Dean.

“Hey, Dean wants to know how you're feeling,” he whispered to Cas.

Cas grunted, face still buried in Sam's shoulder. “Sie koennen hier nicht Baseball spielen.”

Sam bit back a snort of laughter. “No baseball,” he agreed. Cas talking in other languages in his sleep was nothing new, though at least it was German this time and Sam could almost understand him. He texted back that Cas had eaten and was sleeping, then after another moment's thought held the camera out and took a selfie.

He looked the picture over with a smile before sending it off to Dean. In it Sam was leaning back against the couch with a big grin on his face, and Cas had his face squashed into Sam's shoulder, already sleeping so hard he was practically drooling.

Setting the phone face-down on the couch, he picked his book back up and ignored the repeated vibrations of his brother's reply messages. Cas was all right, Dean needed to focus on his case, and he really wanted to get through another chapter or two before he had to wake Cas for his next dose of medicine.

“No baseball,” he repeated, squeezing Cas's shoulders in a sideways hug. “Just get some rest.”

...

End notes:

The first two quotations Sam and Cas say are from the first Ghostbusters movie, and the second one Cas says is from the Poltergeist movie.

“Sie koennen hier nicht Baseball spielen.” - rough German translation of "You can't play baseball here". I used an online translator, so I apologize if it's incorrect. It's not a line from anything, I just wanted some random dream-talk. (Now corrected thanks to the lovely @slipper007! I couldn't do accents in my word processor, so thanks for the alternate spelling! I'll remember that!)

[icequeenoriginal]

An Unusually Anxious Prince

Summary: Roman goes into the forest to collect berries and finds something much more interesting. 

Author’s Note: I couldn’t help myself so I wrote another scene for my Sleeping Beauty AU. I’m still not sure if I’m going to write a whole story for it though, I just really wanted to write this one, it’s my second favorite scene. Also Happy Pride

Here is the original scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXbHShUnwxY (Not the entire scene but it was all I could find on YouTube)

Warning: One bad word in caps, jokes/fears about being eaten

~

Roman opened his window as he hums a melody he has known since he was a child. He smiled as he looked over the beautiful valley he lived next to. This was going to be an amazing day. 

It was his birthday! His 16th birthday! 

This was going to wonderful! He has read in so many of his storybooks that the most amazing things happen on your 16th birthday. Anything could happen!

Including falling in love.

Roman quickly threw on a white shirt and white pants. He posed in the mirror before pausing. He hummed as he felt something was missing. He searched through his dresser before pulling out a black corset with gold string and gold border. He slipped it on and posed in front of the mirror again and smiled at the satisfaction he felt as he looked at his outfit.

He started to descend the stairs but paused when he heard familiar whispering.

“You make the suit and I’ll make the cake, Lolo.”

“How are we going to get Roman out of the house?”

“We’ll think of something.”

Roman couldn’t help but smile. He loved Patton and Logan, really, but they could be as secretive as an elephant trying to sneak through a china shop. He still does not have the heart to tell them that he found out the truth about Santa Clause when he was five after catching Logan wrapping his gifts. 

He couldn’t hold anything against them, they raised him after all. They were the best kind of guardians. They were very doting, always giving him what he asks for, but still raise Roman to never be greedy. Patton would sing to Roman whenever he was scared and Logan taught Roman everything he knows. He loved his dads.

Roman shouted, “Good morning everyone!”. He happily ran down the rest of the stairs

Logan and Patton jumped back quickly, using their backs to hide whatever was on the table. Roman smirked at them, they were very much failing at being slick.

“What are you two up to?” Roman asked, trying not to laugh as he did so.

“U-Up to?” Patton squeaked out, slowly trying to make himself as tall as possible. “Nothing at all!”

“Oh really?” Roman attempted to peer behind Patton. 

Logan gently pushes him back “Ah! Roman! We need you to...to…” Logan back at Patton, his eyes screaming for help.

“To pick more berries!” Patton yelled, startling both of them. Patton picked up a basket sitting on the table. He was going to use it to place flowers in for Roman’s birthday party as a centerpiece but sacrifices had to be made.

“Berries?” Roman asked, clearly thrown off. “But I picked some yesterday”

Patton made a nervous face before smiling, “Well, we need more. We used them all to make Logan’s favorite jam, a-and I ate the rest. You know I get snacky when I’m cooking.”

Roman smiled as Logan placed his red shawl over him. It was his favorite, Patton had made it for him on his 10th birthday. Roman stepped outside of their small but comfy cottage. 

Patton smiled at him and said, “Take your time, no need to hurry back” 

Logan nodded in agreement, “But don’t go too far!”

“Yes and don’t talk to strangers!” Patton added 

Roman chuckles, it was the same speech they always gave him when he left the cottage. He waved as he walked down the path, pretending that the huge excited smirk on his face was not there.

“Do you think he bought it?” Patton whispered rather loudly to Logan 

“Of course he did” Logan whispered back.

Roman covered his mouth to muffle his laughs and headed off. ~ The forest was nice. The weather was warm and the wind was low.

It was nice; calm and quiet. Too quiet for his liking.  

Roman began singing loudly, a melody Patton taught him when he was five. He paused to listen and smiled as the birds responded to his call.

He sang again as the bird flew towards him, one landing on his extended finger. More small critters made their way over to him. Squirrels, rabbits, and small birds surrounded him. Even an owl awoke from its slumber to land in his empty basket.

Roman smiled and pets all of them before heading back on the path to the berry grove. This was much better. A walk through the forest is so much better with company. 

Roman continued to sing, a bit louder, hoping to attract more friends to make his special day even more special.

~

Virgil rode on through the forest with a small frown on his face. He was undoubtedly bored. The journeys to and from home were always boring. Not that he was complaining! He would never leave home if his home again if something “exciting” happened on any of his journeys. 

If there was one thing Virgil did not like, it was trying something different. It was way too stressful and overwhelming to him. He always thought the status quo got a bad rap. It was nice, relaxing, and kept him safe and sane.

Which is why he was screaming at himself for following a random voice in a random forest. Internally of course. He has class.

All he had to do was keep heading straight, he was very close to home. He could do this in sleep. Which he was so he didn’t hear the beautiful voice.

He didn’t know why he wanted to follow the voice. It was probably a siren luring him to be eaten. That thought was enough to make him turn his horse the other way.

The voice continued to sing, this time using words. “I wonder~”

It was a very nice song...and logically it couldn’t be a siren. They resign in the ocean and he was nowhere the ocean. If anything, it would be a fae who is leading him to its circle so it can eat him.

And now he was heading back to the path home...

“To someone~. To find me~”

GODAMMIT!

He turned his horse back towards the way of the voice and used the lope to make his horse go faster do he couldn’t chicken out once more. 

If he got eaten, his ghost will just haunt the fae. It was only fair--

Virgil was so lost in his own mind that he did not realize his horse jumped over a small pond and he was not holding on. Gravity pulled him right into the pond. 

That’s what he gets for following mysterious voices in a forest...

~

Roman happily skipped as his basket became more and more filled with berries. He spins, slowly so not to drop any berries and picks some more berries. He walked over to the rather large edge of the cliff, his favorite spot in the world.

There was a tree with low enough for him to sit and nap in for hours. It was nicely shaded with the higher branches of the tree where his animal friends could rest with him. Best of all, it overlooked the beautiful castle with its gorgeous landscape. 

Roman always pictured himself heading over there for a ball, late at night while Logan and Patton were sleeping. He would look around the gorgeous castle and then bump into someone. As soon as he was done apologizing, he would make eye contact with the man and it would be his true love!

Roman threw his head back and groaned. He turned away from the castle and walks away in a huff. The animals follow him, trying to be as concerned as they could be.

“They treat me like I’m still a toddler!” Roman said as he stomped his foot. He only stopped when he almost dropped his basket. The owl flew in front of him and hooted, seeming interested in Roman continuing his rant.

“My uncles! Logan and Patton! They don’t want me to go anywhere! They barely let me come this far to get berries! Much less meet another person.” 

Roman plopped down in front of a different tree, letting himself stew in his own anger. Once that past, he smiles to himself. “Well, jokes on them! I have met someone!” Roman then jumped up determinedly with a large grin on his face, leaving the basket on the ground. 

The animals moved closer, eager to hear more about this person. The birds tweeted as if to cheer for him.

“That’s right! And not just anyone! He’s a prince! An amazing prince! He’s handsome and kind and the most romantic person I have ever met, after me of course!” Roman giggled as his own joke.

“We usually spend our time talking and singing together as he takes down by the lake on his horse. We will have a picnic together, it would be silent so we could hear the wonderful sounds of the forest. Then when we finish, he picks me up by my waist and then…umm...”

One of the squirrels nudged his foot, demanding that he finish the story he was telling.

Roman gave the squirrel a bittersweet smile, “Well, I don’t know what happens next, I usually wake up around that part.” All the looked down sad, making Roman blush from embarrassment.

“I know, I know, it’s depressing. But uncle Patton always taught me, since I was little, that if you have a dream more than once, it is more likely to come true. And trust me, I have had this dream more than once.” Roman said to them with a laugh.

The animals did not look convinced, causing Roman to sit back down. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He watched as some of his animal friends run off into the forest but he thought nothing of it. He figured they had something important to do.

~

Virgil groaned as he rubbed his neck. He groaned as he leaned against tree. He turned his head and watched as his favorite cloak dried on a tree branch. It was black it not only matched with his black boots, black pants, and black shirt (he loved the color, okay?) but also was his favorite color.

He pulled off his boots, groaning as more water fell out of each boot. He tossed them under his cloak and rubbed his feet.

“You know what Susan? I probably deserved this. No, I definitely do for a random magical forest voice. This is definitely my punishment, right girl?” He smiled at his horse but frowned quickly when she neighed loud and quickly. Her snout was pointing towards his cloak and he turned in horror as a bunch of animals were stealing it along with boots. 

“Hey! Give me my stuff back!” Virgil shouted as he ran after the animals, Susan right behind him.

~ Roman hummed softly as he gently petted the chipmunk on his lap. He yawned into his free hand, the sun pulling him into a nap. Logan and Patton did tell him not to hurry back…

A couple of his bird friends tweeted loudly, stirring him wide awake. The squirrel from before nudged him again, this time pushing on his face. He turned his eyes towards the direction the squirrel was pushing and bursts into laughter.

His owl friend had a black cloak tied around its neck while two birds held up the ends. Two bunnies were hopping, each in a black boot, under the cloak

Roman smirked as he made his way over to them, “Now what do we have here? Could it be? My dream prince?” He looked at the animals up and down and his smirk widened. “It is! Your highness,” he bows playfully “I had no idea you were coming! What a pleasant surprise! Oh, but what would my uncles say! They would say ‘Roman! Why are you talking to a stranger!’,” Roman frowned turning away the clothed animals but suddenly turned back with a big smile on his face, “But then!” he boops the owl’s beak “I would say...I know you! I walked with you once upon a dream!”

Roman spun around and leaned next to his owl friends, “I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam”

Roman grabbed the sides of the cloak and began dancing around as he sang, “And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem.”

“But if I know you, I know what you'll do.” He pulls the owl closer by the cloak and giggles. 

“You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” Roman wraps the cloak around himself. He closed his eyes for a bit, imagining that his dream prince was really there, holding him lovingly.

Roman let go, nearly causing the owl to fall, and began to dance away from the cloak as he sang “La La La La!”

Meanwhile, Virgil and Susan had made their way over to the clearing and took in the sight before them. The voice from before did not come from a fae, luckily from him but a boy. A very handsome boy at that…

Virgil shook his head to shake the thought away, he needed to focus. As the boy danced away, Virgil reached over and pulled his cloak away from the owl. The rabbits quickly followed and, by grabbing the front of his boots, dumped the rabbits out.

He should have just left right then and there, he got the answer of the voice and his stuff back. He should just get back on the road and head home.

“If I know you, I know what you’ll do~.” The boy sang with his back still to Virgil. Virgil recognized the song, from when he was a child. 

Virgil couldn’t help himself, he sang, “You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.”

Roman whipped around and made eye contact with Virgil, “Oh!”

Virgil freezes, his eyes lock with the boy in front of him. He now has a good look at the boy. At his gorgeous brown eyes, his beautiful autumn hair that was long enough to reach his shoulders, his broad chest, and the terrified look on his face as Virgil stared at him.

Virgil jumped back “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I was just...your animals...they...I...you…”

Roman giggled, after calming down from the initial shock, “No, I’m sorry they took your stuff.”

“Oh, uh, n-no hard feeling,” Virgil said with a nod. 

Roman raised an eyebrow, “Have we met?” There was something familiar about this boy, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Virgil couldn’t lie, he felt like he knew this boy, it was on the tip of his tongue. Though his brain was too busy short-circuiting so he switched to his most basic function, sarcasm, “Was it once upon a dream?” He smirked.

Roman laughed and smiled sweetly at Virgil. “Was that it? Hmm…”

Virgil blushes embarrassed as he rubs the back of his neck and laughed nervously. He had no idea what to say. 

“Hmm...I’m not sure, you might be a stranger after all. You’re gonna have to prove it.” Roman says firmly

“Prove it?”

“Mhmm,” Roman stretches out his hand to Virgil “Dance with me,”

Virgil was nervous, to say the least. He wasn’t that great of a dancer and he didn’t want to embarrass himself. He didn’t even like dancing that much but still, something in him told him that he wanted, no, needed to dance with him.

Virgil nodded and took Roman’s hand. They danced so well that it was as if they were dance partners for years. It was magical and romantic and neither wanted it to end. It seemed meant to be, but neither knew why.

But we do. We know it’s true as visions are seldom all they seem. 

But if I know you, I know what you'll do.

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.

~

Taglist: None this time because this, like the first one, was just a fun little thing for me.

[lcyalty]

i don’t feel like making a joke to break the ice so here’s one of my favorite tiktoks: https://vm.tiktok.com/s1rSS5/ . anyways, hiii, fed admin sabrina here :) time to check off the introductory personality checklist: i’m 20, a leo, a slytherin, a woc, a pre-law major on the east coast, uhhhh harry styles and marvel trash, i play over 10 instruments, i prefer the thigh over the chicken breast, and i’m really happy u all r here and joined my little creation :’) smack that read more to learn abt my children daisy moretti and jude valentine so we can plot !!

                                                             DAISY MORETTI.                                                  pinterest: https://pin.it/7unKPi8                                                                     the basics: full name: daisy mia moretti | hometown: the bronx, new york | zodiac: aries | orientation: bisexual | employment status: intern on the news broadcasts floor | positive traits: social, determined, hardworking, attentive, confident, smart | negative traits: rude, irresponsible, cunning, cutthroat, insensitive, selfish

the backstory:

here’s the best way i can describe daisy: take the love for fashion and luxury of carrie bradshaw and cher horowitz, mix it with the power and intensity of olivia pope, and add in all the meanness of every single rude, b*tchy person you can think of. that’s her.

daisy was born to a huge italian family who all had odd jobs; her dad specialized in fixing the batteries on smoke detectors. her mom ran the laundromat down the street. a lot of her uncles owned car detailing businesses and she had a couple of older cousins who were janitors or low-level staff members at the local middle schools. while her family was fine with this, because hey, it paid the bills, daisy, who had always had expensive tastes from the start, turned her nose at it all.

she, unsurprisingly, became the first in her family to make it past high school. daisy did absolutely every major, resume-boosting thing while she was in school, because she learned very quickly that she liked power and being better than others. there was something she loved about coming home from school and getting to brag about her debate team win while her cousins could only nod. 

she was great at school, and she made sure everyone knew. she did mock trial, debate, sga -- she even joined the environmental club just for the clout. and then one of the people in her model un group said she should run for president one day.

it made sense. daisy likes power, she likes bossing people around and always being right, and she doesn’t take shit from anyone. she’d be a fantastic fucking president. so, naturally, after finishing college and pushing through an internship she didn’t really like just so she could have another bullet point on her resume, daisy applied for an internship at masters international. she knew she’d get the gig, obviously.

daisy loves fashion and luxury. she spends majority of her money on vintage chanel tweed matching sets to wear into the office, she has red bottoms that give her four extra inches of height, and her foundation costs over a hundred dollars. you’d think she’d want to be on the floors that deal with vogue and help organize new york fashion week, but that’s not going to get her a presidency, duh. daisy interns on the floors that handle the news broadcasts so she gets firsthand knowledge on all the shit, political or otherwise, that goes down in the country.

i would love to type more but i don’t want to hint at anything that points to her secret, so i’m going to explain a little more about daisy’s personality

she’s so, so controlling and bossy. she wants to be the absolute best at everything, and the shining star of it all. daisy’s definitely an attention hog, and she’ll bust her ass on her work to make sure she’s better than everyone else on the floor with her. 

daisy’s very picky about who she hangs out with. as a future presidential candidate, optics are very important, obviously. she only surrounds herself with people she deems to be good for her image, and she’ll gladly let you know that she thinks you’re too shitty to be around. she cares a lot about how she appears to other people, you know.

daisy is selfish and rude, and truly doesn’t care if she hurts someone’s feelings. she speaks her mind and has absolutely no filter -- which gets her into a lot of trouble, i’m sure you can imagine. 

wanted connections:

enemies: if you need a bad guy or work rival in your character’s life, i wholly volunteer miss daisy moretti as that bad guy. it’s not hard for her to make enemies when you consider her personality.

ex: please please give me an angsty ex plot filled with depth and all the details. there’s gotta’ be a reason why daisy wants to be not only the first female president, but also the first president without a spouse, after all.

hookups: listen. she has needs.

                                                            JUDE VALENTINE.                                                   pinterest: https://pin.it/1dfK9dE                                                                 the basics: full name: jude lee valentine | hometown: tuscaloosa, alabama | zodiac: gemini | orientation: heterosexual | employment status: corporate attorney for masters international | positive traits: friendly, warm, sociable, extroverted, smart, witty, energetic | negative traits: compulsive, secretive, disloyal, impulsive, ignorant, desensitized

the backstory:

picture it with me: a ranch. nice pale green shutters and a huge yard. there’s cows in this picture, too, and horses. there might even be goats. there’s a tractor by the two ford trucks, a dog sleeping on the porch, and not another house for another twenty minute drive. this is what jude valentine is used to. he’s a country boy from alabama, equipped with the southern accent and everything. yes, he has a pair of cowboy boots. yes, he brought them to new york with him. yes, he pronounces creek as ‘crick’.

jude is a very sweet boy. he was quarterback in high school, got good grades, and every sunday he went to church with his family because Bible Belt things. homeboy is named after a book in the Bible. he’s all about southern manners and hospitality, about treating people kindly and always putting others first, and he always keeps his morals in check. or, he used to.

when you’re home it’s hard to stray away from what you’re used to. the same held true for jude in college, because even though he went to u of alabama (can you hear him yelling roll tide), he was still in his home state so he felt those morals still stuck with him. but then he applied for law school and got a full ride to nyu law, and whew, the Temptation

‘cuz you see, jude was always a sweetie pie. he still is! in high school he was super popular because he was tall and cute and athletic but funny and brought extra biscuits from home to hand out in homeroom. i’m not gonna lie, he’s charming af. he’s smooth and he has good jokes. the girls loved him but the little sh*t had a purity ring.

but then he got to nyc for law school and let me tell you. alabama is not close at all to manhattan, now is it. jude was fine the first couple of weeks, just worked on his case briefs in his shoe box of a starter apartment... but the women. homeboy started sleeping around a LOT after a while. y’know wet dreamz by j cole where he’s like haven’t been inside p*ssy since i came out one? yeah, that was jude until ny, and he’s very much still like that

is jude still the sweetest, nicest guy ever? yes. is jude still the type of guy to knock on your office door and ask if you want to walk to get coffee with him even though you guys have probably never met? yes. is jude the first guy on the dance floor when there’s a midnight party on the rooftop? yes. is jude the type of guy who’ll fuck with you and say no, he only listens to music made by a spoon and a blade of grass if you think he only listens to country music? yes. but he also has slept with at least twenty different interns and employees at the office, so.

he also dabbles in the occasional little pill when he’s got eight depositions to write up before tomorrow but he was too busy screwing some chick the night before. he first did this in law school. but we don’t worry about that.

stop it, i know what you’re thinking: sabrina, come on. so he sleeps around, okay. what’s the big deal about that?

here’s the big deal: he’s engaged.

lil (i say lil but he’s 6’3” while i’m only 5’0”, so lemme stfu) cupcake jude is a cheater. he’s got a whole fiancée and yet he still sleeps with other women, and each time he’s like no, okay, that was the last time for real, but then there’s a new intern at the office and the higher ups always throw the new people at him because he knows how to make people feel comfortable, and his country accent is cute and refreshing among all the new york bs, and the whole attorney thing certainly isn’t a negative, and, well. he gets tempted. and afterwards he always tells the girl okay, please, can this stay between us.

u wouldn’t know he’s engaged either bc it’s not like he’s wearing the engagement ring, now is he

i’m staying hush on daisy’s secret but jude’s is that he’s cheating on his significant other with people in the office. is he still a nice guy? heck yeah, but also, you have to be a certain kind of messed up to keep cheating on your s/o and just not tell them. that’s a lotttt of lying you’re just comfortable with. oh, what’s that? you’re threatening to tell his fiancée that you two slept together because you think she deserves to know? well. he’d hate having to do it, but... jude’s not above knocking someone down if it means his secret stays hidden.

wanted connections:

hookups: literally i will take as many hookup plots i can get. doesn’t matter if they’re an intern or an employee; jude will sleep w them and then make them promise not to tell anyone in the office afterwards because “wE’rE nOt sUpPoSeD tO sLeEp wItH cOwOrKeRs” but we all know why he wants to keep it under wraps. this also doesn’t have to be an only connection; he can be friends w someone but also hook up w them on the low too

fiancée: this one is huge for me so pls pls message me if ur seriously interested in this plot and we’ll talk !!

friends: this one is so easy bc jude will literally make conversation with a chair. he’s super sociable and fun and approachable and he loves making friends !! give me some ppl he can pester during lunch break and throw balled up pieces of paper at

best friend: he’s gotta have that one person that he just clicks really, really well with. jude talks to everyone and he’s super friendly but this person is his confidant. he goes to them w almost all of his problems and rants to them and asks for advice and likes to just be around this person. trusts them w his entire life. hmuuuuu :)

ex: listen. we all need a good ex plot and this person is probably the only one in the office jude isn’t bringing a complimentary donut to

sister: jude has a younger sister and honestly she was gonna be a npc but the idea of him looking out for her at the office and getting all (ง•̀_•́)ง when ppl r mean to her is smth i reeeeally like. or maybe they actually don’t get along that well and bicker a lot but there’s still that underlying hey i’ve got your back. you piece of shit. type feel going on !!

[arr-jim-lad]

was tagged by @ellahrairah

My last:

Drink: Apple/Kiwi Burn energy drink mixed with OJ

Phone call: mom, earlier today

Text message: ‘good night’ to mom, yesterday

Song you listened to: Asgore the Shogun of the Mountain remix

Time you cried: don’t remember when I last cried actual tears but last time i remember ALMOST crying was definitely last week at the 2nd episode of my hero academia lmao

Have I ever:

Dated someone twice: no

Kissed someone and regretted it: no

Been cheated on: no

Lost someone special: yes

Been depressed: yes

Gotten drunk and thrown up: no

Three favorite colors: this is not a ‘have you ever’ lmao but, blue, orange and pink, however i’m very particular about what shades

In the last year you have:

Made new friends: i’m pretty sure i’ve had all of my friends for over a year and i’m not a person who befriends new people often 

Fallen out of love: i’d have to fall in love first for that to happen lmao

Laughed until you cried: yeah

Found out someone was talking about you: //snort

Meet someone who changed you: you know, this ‘in the last year’ section is way too broad i literally don’t have the memory to fully grasp the passing of time also we are in the middle of the year now so it’s not like i can look back on a full year, i have to look back on half of this year and half of 2016 and this is really terrible and i hate it i am very frustrated rn.

Found out who your friends are: yes

Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl: 19 out of 23

Do you have any pets: IS THIS STILL THE ‘IN THE LAST YEAR’ SECTION????? 

Do you want to change your name: no but also where was the break from ‘in the last year’ section supposed to be i’m pretty sure this isn’t it anymore

What did you do for your last birthday: literally nothing

What time did you wake up: in the entirety of the last year? too early. in the last month? 2-3PM is my morning.

What were you doing at midnight last night: things people usually do at midday. probably having lunch & working.

Name something you cannot wait for: i can’t wait to finish the remaining college works and then be free of this college hell

When was the last time you saw your mom: saturday but the fam is coming over to visit tomorrow

What are you listening to right now: i can’t write and listen to music at the same time

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: undersong director

Something that is getting on your nerves: that fucking ‘in the last year’ section

Most visited website: probably a decent tie between deviantart, tumblr and youtube

Hair color: brown

Long or short hair: short

Do you have a crush on someone: no

What do you like about yourself: how much i improved as a person and an artist since the beginning of 2016

Blood type: A

Nickname: salt king? meme lord? sqrl? idk man why would you give a nickname to someone with a name as short as jim. EDIT: @cmoontoon​ confirmed it’s salt king, meme lord, jimbo, jamble and nerd ((”SALT KING AND MEME LORD ARE LITERALLY BOTH NICKNAMES I GAVE U PLS CLAIM THEM“-Cui))

Relationship status: single

Zodiac sign: libra

Pronouns: he/him is what you call a jim

Favorite Tv show: Steven universe, my hero academia, star vs, my little pony, fullmetal alchemist brotherhood, k-on and more

Tattoos: 'stay determined’ on my left arm, 2 rings on my right

Right or left handed: right

Surgery: yes

Sport: i work out sometimes and it’s miserable

Vacation: i don’t vacate, i work

Trainers, sneakers or tennis shoes: sneakers

More general:

Eating: pasta, pizza, chicken nuggets, sandwiches

Drinking: OJ, cocoa, energy drinks

I’m about to: slowly head to sleep after this

Waiting for: new my hero academia dubs, god damnit

Want: to be free of college

Get married: no thanks

Career: freelance artist

Which is better:

Hugs or kisses: hugs

Lips or eyes: eyes

Shorter or taller: as a shortie i’m inclined to say shorter but we all know how i feel about tall characters by now

Older or younger: ???

Nice arms or nice stomach: i want both so i should honestly get back into my workout routine, it’s miserable but at least it’s something. like i know this is probably a relationship section but fuck that. my blog my rules.

Hook-up or relationship: ew gross neither get away from me

Troublemaker or hesitant: i’m inclined to side with hesitant bc please think shit through before you act mkay

Have you ever:

Kissed a stranger: god this meme is thirsty

Drank hard liquor: no

Lost glasses or contact lenses: NO

Turned someone down: no

Sex on the first date: god this meme is uncomfortable

Broken someone’s heart: unlikely

Had your heart broken: yes

Been arrested: no

Cried when someone died: both my grandparents

Fallen for a friend: please stop that

Do you believe in:

Yourself: H E C K  Y E A H

Miracles: eh, can’t really say i do

Love at the first sight: no

Santa Claus: obviously

Kiss on the first date: couldn’t care less

Angels: no

Other:

Current best friends name: ∗ˈ·₊° Cui °₊·ˈ∗ (the sparkles are a mandatory part of her name)

Eye color: brown

Favorite movie: this was such a fun meme and it’s ended with this horrible buzzkill of a question??? i feel tricked. if this question was higher up i would’ve quit. but now i already finished the entire rest of the questionnaire. i guess if i HAD to narrow it down heavily; prince of egypt, sing, treasure planet, song of the sea, dawn of the dead 

i’m no good at tagging people tbh i never know who’s into doing these questionnaires and who hates them so i’m just gonna pass the curse to @cmoontoon bc she volunteered lmfao <3

[captain-fanattic]

All questions from the meme with Kotac

real talk i cant remember which meme this is from bc this ask is like months old but i remember it was one with 50 questions so im finding the first one i can in my tag and just answering those

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

kotac is his full name i never bothered to give him a last name. idk it just sounded cool

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

FARMER idk nothing special. he works. on a farm

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?

YEAH his parents are real good to him and he’s very close with them and his family. his fave memories are doing stuff together as a family just out and around like going berry picking. idk about bad memories maybe one time he was attacked by an angry farm animal as a kid but that’s all i can think of

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

VERY GOOD he still has both parents and no real bad memories.

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

i mean honestly probably but i havent created them so no

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

he graduated high school and then kind of just stopped doing school. he enjoyed science but hated math and english

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?

yeah! he’s good at making friends and he keeps in contact with a few.

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

yes and yes bc he works on a farm and has animals on said farm

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

YES totally 100% animals love him it’s almost weird how much animals like him

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

he is okay with children but he wont actively seek them out or anything. he’d probably be a good parent but he’s not interested in kids rn. would have to adopt anyways

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?

he eats vegetables a lot bc he’s part rabbit but he also eats a lot of meat bc of being part cat as well. he’s not really allergic to anything and loves to cook

12. What is their favourite food?

apple pie

13. What is their least favourite food?

idk he’s not picky so it’s kind of hard to find something he actually hates

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?

he doesn’t eat out at restaurants very often but he does have a few memories of going out for special occasions with his family

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

YES YES he’s very good at it and loves it. others love it too

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

probably collects weird things like antique spoons

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?

he’s not a really techy person but im sure he takes cute pictures of his animals sometimes

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else

he likes to read big novels it doesn’t really matter the genre he probably reads a lot of books about animals too. he loves country music and doesn’t watch T.V. very often; same w/ movies. doesn’t really play video games either.

19. What’s their least favourite genres?

*shrugs*

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?

yeah he likes musicals and music in general. he probably sings along to his favorite songs.

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

he is very paitent and rarely ever loses his temper.

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

he probably has some extreme weird insults, i imagine he uses a lot of metaphors and whatever, immmmmmmm listening to music and it’s distracting me but i dont feel like pausing it and i cant think of the right word for it. idioms?? maybe. anyways he’ll tell someone to their face if he has a problem with them but he rarely ever does that since he is very tolerable.

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?

he’s good with memory for things about his farm and he’s good at remember faces but he’s not so good when it comes to names.

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

he goes to be late and gets up really early but for some reason it doesn’t bother him. he sleeps on his bed and its some weird mix of hard and soft. it’s not awful but most might find it uncomfortable.

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

he’s got a good sense of humor and will joke around a lot with his farmhands. not sure what exactly his sense of humor qualifies as

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

he likes to hum and occasionally sing. he gets very smiley when he’s happy and excited

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

probably losing animals on his farm. like a fox gets one of his chickens or something and he’s probably heartbroken but also that fox is like his #1 enemy now so he’s angry at the same time. i guess THATS one way to make him mad. probably will cry openly but not often.

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

he is afraid of losing people and animals he loves but that’s probably normal. he doesn’t really have any other fears. not even bugs or anything. he’ll straight up pick up a spider and go run around in the dark and everything. he’s hard to scare.

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?

he’s probably protective

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

yeah often, but it’s not like a gym work out. it’s working on the farm for hours and hours on end. keeps u in shape when u gotta take care of a million things in one day, every day

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

ya he will drink and he’s probably a very giggly and open drunk like he’ll talk more and get more cuddly. he’s very grumbly and sleepy when he’s hungover. he will absolutely take care of people who are hungover though.

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

very country. jeans and ripped clothes and overalls and white t-shirts and all that jazz. probably just wears boxers to bed. he is all hair he is a furry. his the  white hair on his head is pretty unruly most of the time.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

boxers

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?

muscular, strong, kind of a big build. he’s probably like idk 5′10″ or something. he likes his body but at the same time he does not really care at all

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

idk im bad at answering this type of question

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

good at idk growing food. cooking? cooking for hobbies too. maybe he doodles some in whatever spare time he has but he’s not really an artist or anything, like not even close. can sing.

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?

yeah he like to read. he’s like medium. enjoy poetry and probably reads fictional stories a lot but thinks non-fiction is also very good

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

work ethic and sense of humor. he also likes it when people are happy. um idk he’s pretty satisfied with what he can do already

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?

letters > anything techy

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

drinks coffee a lot in the morning but always seems to be awake and alert no matter what. some people think it’s strange but he’s totally fine with it. being awake and alert always means farm work is done well

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

gay. doesn’t really have a preference. likes people that like animals idk he’s not picky and i don’t know how to answer this question

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

to have a good farm / would sacrifice for farm / wants farm to be popular with local people

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

mildly yeah

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

loves summer and spring! loves bright hot days and days with cool breezes, also loves light rain. dislikes snow bc…….farm

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

everyone generally loves him and he loves himself so yeah

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

probably but sometimes people catch him after he’s been working all day and he’s all dirty and tired and everything and thats probably not a very good first impression

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

doesn’t go to formal events often, doesn’t like the formal clothes, avoids it as much as he can

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

no not really. likes family events but not like crazy random parties. would probably just drink a lot if he got dragged to one

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

idk does his horse count? he loves his horse

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

um i never know how to answer questions like this

[ecotone99]

[HR] The Light In The Sky

She sat on her bed, legs crossed. The pillow was pressed against the small of her back, comfortably allowing her to rest her laptop on her legs. She sighed as she read a comment from a user visiting her art blog. She started to type a response to their inflammatory remark, but after a quick glance to the bottom right of her screen, she saw the time.

“Not worth it,” she grumbled, closing her laptop and setting it underneath her bed. She got up, flicked off the light, and hopped back into bed.

She rolled onto her right side away from her window and reached over with her right hand to fumble on her dresser for her earbuds. Her fingers pressed the heads, and she grabbed them. She stuck one in her right ear, rolling back onto her left side. She placed the phone back on the nightstand and watched the sky through the window. As soon as she peered outside, though, she sat up, pulled out her earbuds, and lifted the window.

“Wow.” She stared outside as the cool October air peeked into her bedroom.

Only a few stars could be seen that night, and not because of cloud cover. The expansive field of tall grass that was her backyard was illuminated by a starkly full moon that drowned out the dimmer stars. It gave her the feeling that if she could wipe away the night sky with her finger, it would come off like dry erase marker. The chirps and braps of nightly creatures that once filled the air during the summer had long since been hushed for the winter, leaving only the soft sound of shifting wheatgrass for her ears to catch. She found the resolute serenity of the field contrasted against the revealing light of the moon unsettling, though. She imagined some kind of long-legged creature was waiting between the blades, waiting for her to fall asleep so it could perform unspeakable evil. Before long her eyes wandered back upwards. Casseopoeia, Big Dipper, Ursa Minor. She wondered if Henry was looking up at the same defiantly moonlit sky.

Thinking of him, she reached over and plucked her phone from her nightstand, opening it and looking at her messages.

Bella had sent him an image of artwork she’d done of the Alaskan frontier.

Wow, that’s amazing. Where is that?

He’d responded.

It’s of a picture taken in a valley up in Alaska

Oh really?

Yeah, I’m going to submit it to the Young Artists Scholarship to see if I can get some more grants

Oh wow! Yeah I really think you have shot, I really like how the whisp-like the trees are, it really helps capture that outdoors atmosphere

The lines aren’t perfect, I don’t really like the width of the strokes, and really it doesn’t quite capture what I had in mind but

I’ll get there

No no, your drawings are beautiful Bella, and I think anyone who’s not a dumbass can see how much love and effort you put into them

Thank you Henry, really

Well, you need to sleep

Mm

And so do I Class early tomorrow

Ok. Goodnight Henry

Goodnight Bella. Sleep well

She smiled blew air out of her nose, looking back up at the stars. She felt fortunate to have met such a sweet guy. She wondered about their future. There was only a community college in their town, so her parents wanted to send her into the city to attend a state school for the arts. Problem was, Henry would be working his father’s restaurant back home; a five-hour drive from campus.

“Bell, it’s not just about the school. It’s about being in a competitive environment,” her father had spoken sternly to her over a plate of rice and rotisserie chicken.

“Dad, I don’t care about the competition, I can draw wherever I need to. Besides, I know the professors at Elba, and it’s a lot less expensive,” she said. Her mother put her fork down.

“Sweetheart, you know that we only want what’s best for you. Don’t worry about the money, your scholarships will cover tuition, along with what we have put away,” she said, looking earnestly at Bella.

“Don’t I have a say in this?” She said, exasperated.

“It’s about that boy, Henry, isn’t it,” Her father said, pushing the food around with his fork.

“No, this is about me choosing the future that I want, not you,” she snapped.

“I did not raise you to speak back to me, young lady. And I certainly didn’t raise you to squander your potential on some boy who only wants one thing from you.” Bella’s father turned to his food, cutting another piece of chicken.

“He’s not like that! And I’m not squandering my potential! Ugh, god!” She slammed her fork on the table, stood up, and stormed back into her room.

Her parents remained quiet for a moment.

“What are we going to do with her, Tom?” Christine didn’t look up from her food as she spoke.

“You already know what I think,” he ran a hand through his graying hair.

“We can’t force her to go, you know.”

Her father didn’t answer.

Bella stuffed her face into her pillow and groaned. She peeled off her face and turned back towards the window, legs crossed with the pillow in her lap, brushing the hair from her face. “What am I gonna do?” as she sat there, her mind began to wander. She lost herself in the swaying of the tall grass, shining and glinting as they bathed in a bucketful of moonlight. As her mind swam through schools of thought, her eyes were drawn back towards the sky. There was a light that glinted far above the horizon, shining bright in the inky blackness. As she watched it move from left to right in the sky, she noticed it began to gain speed. Finally, it flickered over the horizon to her right. She always loved meteors, thinking about-

The sky silently exploded into brilliant white light. Her eyes widened, and she inhaled quickly as the drowsiness fell away in an instant. The faint scent of soap sat on the air from the shower she’d taken only minutes before. Her mouth fell open as she watched a wall of fire rise above the horizon, far in the distance.

“Mom! Dad!” She screamed, throwing her blanket aside and bolting to their door. Her father opened the door first, rubbing his eyes. “What’s wrong, honey?” Her mouth hung open, unable to speak the words. How could she say them? She knew there was nothing they could do. Why had she bothered to wake them at all? She didn’t need to say anything, though. He only needed a glance out her window.

“Oh god…” Bella knew then that she shouldn’t have woken her father. She watched his expression shift. She watched his eyes as he saw all the possibilities he’d ever imagined shrink into nothing, like an unread letter thrown into the fireplace. She felt an agonizing pang of guilt in her stomach. She knew that she should’ve left him to dream, rather than die in a nightmare. But she didn’t want to be alone.

Her father held her close as they watched the sheer energy of the blast tear the Earth asunder. She ripped herself from their arms and sprinted downstairs, tackling through the front door and tearing outside. The sky had been tainted a bloody orange, and the wind lashed out all around her, whipping her hair into a frenzy. She watched the flames and brimstone rise ever higher.

Her mother lept outside first, quickly followed by her father, who grabbed her arm just before she could run to Bella.

“Bella! Come back! We need to get to the basement!” Bella’s mother looked back at her husband, but he just shook his head. His wife’s face contorted, and she fell to her knees on the front steps. She wept into her hands as her husband sat down and pulled her into his arms.

Bella could not hear her mother. She couldn’t hear anything, not the shifting of the grass, not the anxious rumbling of the earth beneath her, nothing but the heartbeat raging like a caged animal in her chest. It was amazing how much it excited her. The sight of it filled her such euphoria, no drawing could ever compare.

To her, well. She just wished she had more time to sketch it.

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