#everything I’m eating is cold HALP

[simplyghosting]

Ah…I have forgotten..there is..no heater..in the office. It is January.

[duck-writer]

De-Aged Donald Duck AU Ch.2

Part one can be read here.

Louie paced back and forth frantically while his now de-aged uncle struggled to find his way out of the over-sized clothes. The image would have been adorable and maybe something worthy of slight blackmail material for the future if Louie wasn’t panicking about how badly a turn his plan took!

“Oh man, oh man, oh man...” He muttered to himself as he tried to think of what to do next. It was a horrible sudden reminder that he hadn’t really thought his plan through. 

He was completely fine with there no being a fix when it was him who would be de-aged and needed to be taken care of. Now he was sort of realizing that his family would most likely embark on some sort of quest or adventure to find a way to cure him. After that, he’d probably be grounded for a month if not more! 

“Halp! I needs halp! Dewwa!” 

“Aw man...that would be too cute any other day.” Louie had to admit to himself. Snapping out of his panic slightly, he knelt and helped his uncle out of his adult clothes. “There...better?” He asked gently. 

“Thank ‘ou.” Donald muttered but then wrapped his arms around himself. “No weally. Is cold.” Looking around he frowned before staring up at the other duck before him. “What yous name? Me’s Donal! ...have seen Dewwa? She wook lots wike me!” Donald said happily before he shivered a bit. 

Louie grabbed his uncle’s blazer and used it to wrap the young duckling in, and then picked him up. “Hi Donald. I’m Louie. Uh...can you tell me how old you are?”  

Donald wiggled in Louie’s hold as he tried to get his hands free and then he held up three fingers in one hand and another finger in the other. “Dewwa and Donal fouw!” But then he looked around and frowned at not seeing any trace of his sister. “Where Dewwa?”

“Uh...” Louie hesitated on how to answer. The way Donald was looking around, a slightly scared expression on his face brought back some memories of himself doing that. He used to do it a lot when they each finally got their own beds instead of sharing one. As much as he liked having his own thing, he was very used and very close to his brothers. Not to mention the night seemed scarier when he was on his own. 

Even though he was aware of his uncle and mother being twins, he didn’t think too much of it. But he supposed it made sense that they would have the same strong bond as he and his brothers did. 

Seeing more fear slip into his uncle’s face, Louie held him closer and rocked him a little. “Hey, it’s okay. Shh...you’re safe, I promise. I...I know this is scary, but it’s gonna be okay.” 

He wasn’t sure if it was going to be okay. In fact, he couldn’t even fathom how much trouble he was going to be in if he was caught. That was a thought for later though, his uncle needed to feel secure. Sneaking out of the garage, by some miracle he’s able to make it to the houseboat. He places his uncle Donald on the hammock and starts to look through some of their old belongings that should be in storage. 

“Aha!” He cheers when he finds an old suitcase. It was full of their old baby and toddler stuff. It took a bit of digging but he found Dewey’s old pair of PJs and got the younger duck into them. That at least solved the naked and cold problem. 

Now to think of what to do next. 

The responsible thing to do was to come clean and ask for help on how to fix this. 

That was going to have to wait because Louie heard a stomach growl and it wasn’t his. Looking over he saw the toddler look at him with big, pleading eyes and rubbing his tummy. “Hungy...”

“Four-year-olds can eat solid food right?” He asked his uncle as if he knew. Though the toddler nodded, he pulled out his phone and double-checked on the web just in case. 

Louie picked up the toddler and brought him into the kitchen area and sat him down on the floor so he could keep an eye on him. Looking around he debated on what was okay for the toddler to eat. His uncertainty made choosing hard, so in the end he grabbed some tangerines. Since they were kids his uncle always had them on the houseboat. They were juicy and fresh and very easy to peel. He peeled two and that was enough for now. Louie could go back to panicking about what to do next. 

“Louie?”

Louie’s head snapped towards the entrance when he heard his mom’s voice. “Oh crud!” 

Donald giggled at Louie’s choice of word, and even though he was moments away from being in trouble...that was just really cute. He didn’t have time to hide his uncle, so he simply begged for him to stay put while he handled the situation.

“Donald? Did Louie stop by here? I could have sworn I saw him with a-Oh! Louie, there you are.” Della said when she was greeted by Louie at the stairs. 

“Hi! Uh...what’s up?”

“It’s almost time for bed. The boys said you were having a talk with your uncle, but I thought I saw you running away from the house. Thought I’d check to see if everything was okay?” Della knew that she and Louie still had work to do before they were 100% on the same page. As much as she wanted to come back to her eggs and be accepted as their mother fully she was learning to accept that their mentalities were different. While she had them on her mind all the time she was on the moon, they and the rest of the world had assumed the worst. She had to be patient...not her best virtue, but at least her best practiced one on while away. 

“Sure! Everything is a-okay! Dandy even, ya know?” Louie did his best to sound nonchalant and cool about the situation. 

Della’s parental instincts immediately kicked in and her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Where’s your Uncle Donald?”

“...he’s in here. Ya know, having a snack.” It wasn’t a lie. 

“Well, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if his sister came in and wished him goodnight,” Della said and tried to take a step down. 

Louie blocked her from doing so by standing in her way with his arms stretched out, “No! You...you can’t! Uh, see thing is...uh....since Storkules Uncle Donald’s been really strict about who comes in and...and I think that’s just something we should respect, ya know?” 

“Louie. What’s going on?” Della asked as she knelt down and tried to get a view inside. 

“Nothing!” Louie tried to insist. 

“Momma?” 

Both Louie and Della stilled. Louie turned around and saw his toddler uncle at the foot of the stairs staring up at them. Louie was already scrambling to explain himself, tears of frustration and guilt as he knew he was in trouble and rightly so. 

Whatever form of yelling he expected didn’t come however. Looking up at his mom, he saw a pained and still somehow soft expression as she made her way down the stairs and picked up toddler Donald. 

The toddler in turn furrowed his brow as he got a better look at the woman who was holding him. He crossed his arms and huffed, “Twick! No momma!”

“I...no. I...Oh god, Donald.” She breathed and held the toddler close as she tried and failed to fight back tears. 

Donald fussed and wiggled until Della had no choice but to set him down. He looked between Louie and Della and his bill began to quiver because he was scared! He didn’t know them! He didn’t know where he was! “I wan’ go home! To momma and daddy! An’ Dewwa! Now!” 

“Hey, it’s okay little dude...” Louie tried to calm him down. 

It seemed like his uncle’s anger issues stemmed way back. He could see a temper tantrum about to come on and he could guess it wasn’t going to be pretty. 

But before he could explode, his mom knelt in front of toddler Donald and grabbed his hand. It confused both Louie and Donald for a second, and then Donald’s face shifted to slightly more confusion and then wonder as his mom traced something in the palm of his uncle’s hand. 

Toddler Donald looked up with wonder and confusion as he asked, “Dewwa?”

Della smiled sadly but nodded, “Yeah, Donnie...it’s me.” 

Donald’s bill quivered a bit more, then he began to hit and punch at Della but it didn’t have the anger that had been building up before. “You meanie! You’s old! No fair, no fair, no fair!” 

“Hey. Ow, okay...hey, look. It’s okay Donnie. It’s okay!” Della tried to soothe him. 

Donald jumped back and glared at Della, eyes glistening with tears that streamed down his face. He stomped his feet and had his hands balled into fists at his sides, “It no kay! Dewwa gwow up wiffou’ Donal! Das no how posed go! We posed to go togatha! Das wha’ twins posed do!” Then he fell back on his butt and began to cry, “You’s leave me! Is no fair!” 

Though she didn’t know how it came to be, she got the impression that Donald didn’t have the memories passing the age his body was at, at the moment. He didn’t mean to hurt her, he wasn’t aware of the events with the Spear of Selene. She’d been so focused on the pain she caused for leaving and the consequences of not being there for her sons, she hadn’t paid that much attention to the fact that she left Donald behind too. 

Her twin. 

She pulled him back into her arms, even as he struggled a bit. Eventually, he just clung to her and cried, and she joined him. 

Louie felt very awkward, as if he was intruding in a moment he wasn’t invited to. 

Before he could make his escape or excuse himself, Dewey alerted them of his presence, Huey and Webby not too far behind. 

“Whoa, no way! Was there a fourth brother? And are those my old pjs?!”

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Chapter two! I hope you guys like it >.> ! 

[ahiddenpath]

The Return of the Weird Dreams

I’m having them again, halp O_o;;

Giant wall of text below the cut (I’m really hoping mobile actually puts this cut in >_<).

Okay, so first: etiquette.  Everyone knows that one must Set the Mood.  Here’s your soundtrack.

I HAD THE MOST WEIRD ASS DREAM and like, there was this kid?  I dunno, he was about 14 or 15.  Well, two kids, boy and girl, they love each other and suchlike.  It’s hazy, but I guess they lived in a village by a massive forest, but then the village was sacked and the boy was wounded.  He crawled into the forest to escape, trailing blood.  The girl wasn’t at home- she must have been picking berries or shepherding animals- but she found a trinket of his near the woods, far from the smoldering remains of the village.  

She was taught to never enter the forest, as it houses dangerous beings.  But his things were there, and he trailed blood, and she had to know...  And there was no one to tell her not to, not anymore.

As she followed the drips deeper and deeper into the woods, she heard strange sounds, echoing giggles, wooden chimes, beating sticks, pipes, drums, always far off... until, suddenly, they weren’t.

His body lay sprawled in a clearing, encircled by short figures performing a wild, flailing dance.  At her approach, the music and movement ended.  They formed a wall between her and her friend.  None were taller than her, most smaller, and each wore a vivid, surreal mask, each one unique.

“He is ours!” they screamed, their voices like soughing wind.  “He came to us, and he is ours.”  

Her fear of not knowing was greater than her fear of these strange children, so she pushed through and fell beside her friend.  His eyes, though vacant, were not glassy.  His body, though stiff, was still warm.  She called to him, screamed to him, because he surely wasn’t dead- 

But he surely wasn’t alive.

The rustling sound of the children’s clothing, which seemed made of leaves, twigs, and reeds, drew her attention.  “What’s happening?” she choked.

They murmured among themselves, never looking away from her.  Finally, a child whose mask resembled a fantastic, snarling creature, more teeth than anything else, took a single step towards her.  The mask tipped to the side as its head tilted.  “He is becoming.”

“Becoming what?!” she shrieked, although somehow, she already knew.  

The figure placed a hand on its chest.  “He came to us.  He is ours.”

After much talking, and justified hysterics from the surviving girl, she came to understand that the children of the woods were castoffs, left to die there by their families.  The forest took pity on them and adopted them as best it could, hardening their dying skin into bark, replacing their dripping blood with sap.  The flesh decayed, sloughed, leaving pits where the eyes, nose, and ears once were.  Each child of the forest crafted a mask to hide the ruin of what was, to claim the strength that remained.

The girl tried to explain that her friend wasn’t cast off, but he was already becoming- and if he hadn’t, he would have died.  The lost children wanted her gone, hated her healthy, living flesh.  But the same forest that took pity on them had pity on her, and none of them dared to defy it.

So she remained among them, watching over him as days turned to weeks turned to months turned to seasons, as skin petrified, as eyes decayed, as features withered.  And one day, he sat up, turned dark pits to her, and croaked her name in a voice like rustling reeds.

He remembered her; he remembered how it felt to be alive, to have flesh that warmed with the sun.  But even on that first day, when the becoming became, everything else was foggy.  The girl watched him create his mask, was allowed (with great reluctance) to watch him learn to dance like the others, careening about, waving limbs, banging sticks, enticing the breeze to caress wooden chimes, blowing into reed pipes with a hardened mouth.

At night, when the learning was done, she sat beside him and told him everything she could about the village, about him, about her, about them.  He listened for as long as he could, but only because he cared for her.  None of it interested him, and he always turned the conversation to the day’s lessons.

Slowly, her heart became a constant ache.  That was his body, or what remained; her long vigil left no doubt.  But his mind, heart, and spirit were gone, and save for the mask, he was indistinguishable from the other lost children.  They were mischievous, troublesome, contrary, and lived only to vex one another, dance, make music, and play.  Occasionally, they would inquire about how the lake water felt against her skin, how the flank of rabbit tasted.  More often, they mocked her for feeling cold or hot, for needing to eat, for the pain when they pinched her.  But they could do no worse, for the forest was watching, and so was her friend.

One night, while the lost children slept (something that, mercifully, they still required), she awoke to the glow of a pale blue butterfly.  Having never seen a glowing butterfly, and knowing by now that the forest had a will, she followed it.  It stopped at the foot of the most enormous tree she had ever seen.

A voice far above told her that it saw her sorrow and wished to help.  It explained that her friend’s heart was gone from his body, but lived on in hers.  “If you wish to restore his heart, you must bear it with yours until the time is right.”

The forest offered little else that night, but as years passed, the girl learned that there might be a way to restore her friend to his living body.  The other lost children had to remain in the woods, since they were cast off from the outside world and had only the forest to want them.  But as long as she lived and was willing to bear his heart, her friend could survive outside of the forest.

And so, they eventually set out to restore his body.  Personally, her friend wanted to remain a lost child, but the fact that he could leave irked the others so much that he gleefully agreed.

I don’t remember much about the journey, but they did eventually restore his body.  The trouble is, he hadn’t aged, and suddenly, she was about five years older than him.  

Her platonic love for him had never wavered, but somehow, even her romantic love had survived.  Perhaps foolishly, she had expected to be his love again when he was restored, but here she was, about 19 to his 14.  Worse yet, he hadn’t matured or grown mentally, since he was frozen as a lost child the whole time.

But when his heart was restored, transferred from her back to him, the boy understood the sorrow, loneliness, and hopelessness she had endured.  He made his decision in an instant and leaped back through time (how?!  Dream logic??).  She begged him not to- what if he died out there?  He had to eat again, and he wouldn’t have a friend in the world, since the village was gone and she was in the forest with the lost children.  Grinning, still under the power of the lost child bravado, he assured her that she would only have to turn around to find him.

He vanished, but the young woman had no time to despair.  A voice like the one she had struggled to remember called her name, and she turned.

And there he was, taller than her at last, dressed in human garb, a vivid mask hanging from his belt.   

There was a bit of a post script.  It seems that our boy’s personality became a blend of what she remembered and what he was in the woods.  The boy who was always polite was suddenly ready with a smirk and a joke, and could still dance and play those strange instruments.  And for the first time, the lost children welcomed the living that they claimed as their own: the Walker who could travel beyond their woods and the Heart Bearer from whose love that power was born.

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

@steverogershield x Ben Hargreeves

downside to rewatching UA: extreme EnnaxBen feels

upside to rewatching UA: extreme EnnaxBen feels

honestly this ship is the best ship bc I can so see you and Ben balancing each other nicely n teaching each other n caring for each other above all else and I’m noT CRYING OKAY IT’S JUST SO SWEET HALP

It was a love wrapped up in inevitability, like the sellotape you had frantically wrapped around a vase of Grace’s you’d broken as children. You thought, hoped, it was the inevitability of future together. It was a lightness, an ache, the kind of steadiness that kept you treading water when you wanted to sink. You grew up together, grew into yourselves together. You shared little mannerisms, seemed to gravitate toward each other out of habit and the feeling of safety you brought each other, like you were caught in one another’s gravity. You would rest your head on his stomach, fearless of the violence the creatures lurking under his skin could bring. He would stroke your red cheek lightly with his thumb, meeting your eyes and telling you that you were beautiful. There wasn’t one part of him you didn’t know and love, and he felt the same... especially your love for dogs. It wasn’t uncommon for him to send you photos of dogs - twice even in the middle of a mission, which made you laugh to picture him thinking of you and disobeying his father to take a photo of a little-too-well-mannered guard dog.

There was one part of yourselves that you didn’t know about, however.

The way he watched you when you weren’t looking, wistfulness and hope and uncertainty. The way you glanced at him while you read every so often as he napped in the sun, the way your eyes always found him whenever your attention wandered, your anchor when you felt unsure. Anyone else who looked at you two knew it. You caught Allison staring at you once, but she quickly averted her eyes with a smile. You rarely spent any time at the house anymore; you could tell Ben was getting restless confined in those dark walls.

The city was your new world. You had never seen Ben so excited or free than the first day you officially went out together: running through the rain, splashing in puddles like a child, returning to you dripping wet and offering a hug with a wide, cheeky grin. You both realized then you could go wherever you wanted. And so, you did.

Bookstores where you curled up on the window seat against Ben’s chest, contact a familiar, comforting thing. His fingers playing with you hair when he wanted, reading over your shoulder, occasionally whispering opinions about the writing in your ear (”yours is definitely better”) and even dozing sometimes with his cheek against your hair.

Coffee shops where Ben spent too much of his father’s money and shrugged off the impending lecture. He bought you lunch and made sure you ate it, giving you his ‘please eat that, do not make me give you The Look’ eyes if he ever saw your slight hesitation. Ben knew you, knew every word of your unspoken language. He knew when you were struggling. Even after all your years together, he still made mistakes, but you knew they were always through good intentions. He wanted to fix things, wanted to make you feel better, and it frustrated him when he just had to let you work through it by yourself - by yourself, but always with him by your side. A compromise compiled of small things: drink this, and I promise I won’t bother you again. Just eat this and I’ll leave you alone. Here’s your clothes, they just came out of the dryer, please put them on, they’re warm, I promise. It kept you healthy and it kept him sane... mostly.

A museum, quiet and calm, a place of retreat and thoughtfulness. You would go there when writer’s block struck you, to concentrate solely on writing. You would look at the exhibits and wait for the words to come, sitting down and typing quickly if they did. Headphones on, soft music and soft environment, and a soft touch to your elbow when Ben returned carrying coffee and sandwiches. He wouldn’t interrupt you, just sit next to you or wander around, and when you were done and asked if it sounded okay, he’d listen patiently and then tell you with all his enthusiasm how more-than-okay amazing it was.

You knew from a logical standpoint that most people wouldn’t have to get used to seeing their best friend soaked head to toe in blood, but you never batted an eyelid. You had been desensitized from years and years of being on the outside return of his missions. You would be waiting on your laptop, or phone, or reading a book, trying to keep down the nasty little voice that grew louder and louder the longer he was away - maybe he won’t come back this time, maybe you’ll lose him - but he always did. You would glimpse him stumbling into the bathroom, a blur of red and black. You’d hear the sound of running water, and the thump as he dropped the soap out of tiredness. He would eventually make it to the bedroom and collapse next to you.

“I didn’t sign up for that,” he sighed into your shirt.

You smiled and ran your fingers through his hair, now soft and damp and not reeking of metallic blood. “Are you okay, Ben?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” He’d put his hand over yours for a second and smile at you, so genuine and sweet, like his smile was for you and only you... and then he would fall asleep on you, and you would have to obey the law of ‘I Have A Cute Thing Sleeping On Me And Am Not Allowed To Move No Matter What.’ To be fair, he always did the same for you, and didn’t seem to mind even if both his legs felt like they would never regain feeling. He was too busy beaming to himself about how peaceful you looked fast asleep on him.

Once, when you were sick with pneumonia and not allowed out of bed, Ben took it upon himself to visit the local library and browse through everything to find something he thought you’d like. This led to him carrying a stack of books higher than his head into the room and placing it down beside your bed with a very proud smile, and triggered a laugh/coughing fit in you, very quickly turning his pride into concern.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I am now, I promise.”

You kept the last of those library books. You couldn’t bring yourself to return it, not after that day. Walking home in the snow, blind and deaf to your surroundings. You found it on your bed, where you left it. The note he had stuck to the top of the pile of books was tucked in as a bookmark. I hope you feel better soon. Love, Ben. He’d even scribbled a little star at the end. You stared at it blankly for a terribly long time. The next morning you woke up still fully clothed, clutching the book and its note to your chest so hard it left red imprints in your hands.

Eventually Klaus asked why a good girl like you had kept a library book a year past its due date, and that’s how the story came out. Klaus managed to keep his face straight enough to say “well, you shouldn’t have, Ben’s very disappointed in you for being so lawless” before he jerked to the side like somebody had just shouted in his ear - which somebody had. “And... he says I shouldn’t lie to you about him. I know that, I’m sorry.”

It took you a long time to adjust to the idea of talking to Ben when he was(n’t) there. Klaus told you he was with you most of the times (”thank God, he leaves me alone for a while”) and so you tried to start a habit of talking to him. It made it better... and worse. You caught yourself pausing at the end of your sentence, waiting for his reply. You didn’t want to think what you would give up to hear his voice, see his face, cuddle up to him on cold nights like you did so often when he slept over. It was a physical ache, like the phantom pain of a lost limb.

On a cold, stormy night, you pulled the blankets up around you and imagined him next to you. You almost wanted to call Klaus to ask if he really was here, just to make sure, but you really didn’t think Klaus would reply at this time of night, God knows what he was doing. You spoke quietly, talking about your day, the rain. You watched a show for a while, tilting the screen so that somebody sitting beside you could see, too - even a year later, it was still a habit. And then, lights out and lying awake, you smudged something into the fog on the window with your finger, already half asleep; a little man holding an umbrella. You smiled to yourself, but you couldn’t help the tears brimming in your eyes, either. 

Klaus looked decidedly frazzled but also sad the next time he showed up unannounced at your door. “Ben keeps pestering me to thank you for the little umbrella boy,” he told you. “And he’s sorry he can’t say it himself. I don’t know what he’s talking about.”

“I do.” You smiled, and you had to struggle again to keep your eyes from burning. “It’s okay. Thank you, Klaus.”

He looked at you for a moment, then his expression softened and he sighed. “Here, come here.” He pulled you gently into a hug and patted your back - awkwardly, but you knew he really was trying. “I’m sorry, too,” he murmured in your ear

You hugged him back and blinked the tears from your eyes. “I’m okay, really.”

“Yeah, well.” He stepped back and cleared his throat - and he looked a bit unraveled himself. “I always told him you were too good for him. For any of us, really... and he agrees.”

You laughed and wiped your eyes. “You’re not.”

“I know that,” Klaus said with a pat to your hand. “You take care of yourself... oh, and he’s staying with you.” He listened for a moment, and smiled. “There’s no place he’d rather be,” he added, making quotation marks in the air.

You just nodded, not wanting to tear up again, and he smiled and waved to you before leaving. You straightened up and looked around. “It’s you and me again, Ben.”

You could almost feel his fingers close over yours. Just you and me.

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Pairing: Gangrel x reader

Description: It was hard to look away from him. He wasn’t blinding but he gave off this warmpth, this glow; there was something about him that just made you love him.

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 1299

Notes: This was the first post on my blog... I know its been a while since I posted, but what can I say besides a bitch is busy :/ I’ve decided to go back and edit most, if not all, my work, starting from the start! I’m gonna set it to queue and likely shuffle it often bc there were times I was like “ahh yes time for x” lmao... hope yall enjoy seeing me again!

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You sat comfortably, head spalid over Gangrel’s lap, eyes closed and barely still awake.With half open, tired eyes, you watched as he read a book, one you don’t quite remember the name of but he seemed to love due to the wear and tear it had. He was careful to not hurt you as his arm circled your head, his arm resting on your chest. His tiny, cherry red reading glasses rested on the tip of his nose, threatening to fall any minute.

“Hey Gangrel?” With the gentle hum of his name, he shifted his attention down to your bleary face.

“Hm?” he didn’t bother to close his book but he did push the reading glasses he wore up just enough to save them from falling but not enough to wear them properly. You smiled at the action, admiring how cute he looked with all his attention focused on you.

“I’m kinda hungry...” You dared to opened your eyes a little more, peering up him with a look somewhere between mischief and pity. “It sure would be nice to get something to eat...” You looked away drammaticly, rubbing your stomach for added effect. Gangrel peered right back at you, allowing himself a  wide smile as he did so knowing full well what you would ask next. “Drive me to McDonald's?” Your laughter filled the air as Gangrel sighed drammaticly, marking his place by leaving the book face down on the coffee table before the two of you. You smiled up at him, not moving quite yet until he looked you in the eyes, smiling yet perplexed at whatn you had planned.

“I suppose, if you’re going to act like this...” He had to hold back a laugh at your antics.

“Thank you,” You sat up suddenly, taking his surprise as a chance to pulled him intoa big hug. He recovered and hugged back just as tight. The two of you pulled back, grinning at one another. Gangrel was the first to pull back, chucking before speaking.

“If we keep this up we’ll never make it, get ready.” He stood from the couch, moving over to the door to pull on a pair of beaten shoes. You followed, sliping on your own pair in preperation for the cool air outside. Your hands met naturally at you opened the door for him, a slight skip in your step as the two of you stepped outside.

It was dark and the chill of the upcoming winter made you glad you were wearing a sweater. Your hand that held Gangrel’s was still warm compared to the other and you found you didn’t want to let his go when you finally made it to the car. You parted, though, Gangrel moving to the driver side and you saying on the passenger side. The car was a little dirty, old trash being tossed to the back with cold bookbags and forgotten uniforms. Some of that garbage was probably yours anyways.

The two of you pulled out of the driveway  and out into your neighborhood. You were surprisingly quiet despite how you had been before; you couldn’t halp but admire how the streetlights- ranging from dim yellows to stark whitesp- highlighted the contours of histanned face.There wasn’t much need for words, not when you could enjoy the quiet of the night around you both. Not that there was much night to enjoy; this time of winter, the only thing you could see before the bright lights in town were the vauge outline of trees if no other cars were out. With no streetlights on this stretch of highway the bright moon stood in stark contrast of the dark sky, the light it gave once more framing Gangrel’s face in a way you couldn’t help but admire. Even when you got into town, and the neon signs of fast food places and other stores came into view, you couldn’t tear your gaze from him.

You just felt so lucky to have someone like him with you-- someone you could have such comforting silence with pr such silly nonsense with like before. He was doing nothing, and yet your heart was beating wildly in your chest for him. You didn’t even know the words were coming out of your mouth until they broke the silence the two of you were enjoying.

“I love you so much,” He tore his eyes from the road a moment to gawk at you. The two of you had just turned into McDonald’s, and it was late enough that only the two of you were waiting at the start of the drive-through. The moment seemed to last forever, you realizing what words had left your mouth, Gangrel looking at you wide eyed and nearly dazed. Eventually, he found himself, a breath leaving his quietly as an easy smile crossed his features once more. 

“I love you too, it almost goes without say.” He chuckled a bit, and everything just felt so natural and good, as if it had been the hundredth time the two of you has said this to each other and the paralying fear that passed through you a moment before wasn’t even real. “I can’t really say for how long it's been but… One morning I just woke up, with you in my arms and I knew I was the luckiest man alive. How could I not be, with an amazing person like you leading me to a better path in life?” And he gave you a smile so genuine, so sweet that all over again you feel in love with him. There was so much more you wanted to say, but you couldn;t find the words for it. You just smiled at him, emotion filling your gaze. Gangrel seemed to understand, moving the car forward to the drive-thru.“But now then, what do you want to eat?” You smiled and laughed a bit before telling him what you wanted. The food didn’t take long at all, in stark contrast to how long this moment between the two of you seemed to last.

“You make it so hard not to love you” Your words filled the silence again but you paused to take a sip of  your milkshake. “Everything you do, everything you say to me… I can’t help but love you more.”

“I can assure you, _____, you’re far easier to love. The second I saw you, I knew you would have me wrapped around your little finger” He sent a little wink your way, but was careful to keep his attention on the road.

“The second you saw me? Are you telling me it was love, at first sight, you silly man?”

“Mm… well, perhaps it was the first time I heard you sing… Or maybe, it was when I saw you at rock bottom, only for you to continue fighting? There’s so much of you to adore.”  You didn’t fight the growing blush on your face, and freely admired him once again.

“Well, I know for certain when I fell for you. You know people honestly use to think you were the worst… And how at first, I wouldn’t date you because of that?” He nodded slightly, a different light in his eyes as he glanced at you. “When I saw you genuinely trying to change, trying to be a better person and be kinder to those around you… well, that’s when I fell.” Your words trailed as you took a moment to recall when it hit you; when you saw Gangrel trying to better himself for the first time.

“You were certainly worth such a change, _____. I’m happy to be a better man at your side.”

“I’m happy to help you become that better man, Gangrel. I love you so much”

“I love you too _____.”

[bring-me-bellarke]

rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own, and tag as many people as there are questions

i was tagged by: @dxrkartifices thank you! :* 

tagging: @littlebellarkemix @and-now-youre-home @drogontamer @selflessbellamy @adancergirl @livinladolcevita @perhalta @nvermindiseeyou @bellarketrashaf & anyone who wants to!

 @coke or pepsi: neither, i don’t drink pop. 

disney or dreamworks: Disnayyyy.

coffee or tea: coffee keeps me alive.

books or movies: books

windows or mac: I’m a Mac whore, sorry.

dc or marvel: neither? idk im kinda clueless on superheroes, comix, etc. well i’m watching Cloak and Dagger, so i guess Marvel.

xbox or playstation: the last gaming system i had was playstation.

dragon age or mass effect: oh god i have no idea. I’ve heard of mass effect??

night owl or early riser: shockingly, im both. 

cards or chess: i’m terrible at both. 

chocolate or vanilla: chocolate.

vans or converse: converse

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: what the fuck are these?? HALP.

fluff or angst: I WANT BOTH AT THE SAME TIME, MY STANDARDS ARE UNREALISTIC.

beach or forest: beach...but i also love forests...

dogs or cats: dogs

clear skies or rain: RAIN

cooking or eating out: cooking

spicy food or mild food: spicayyyy.

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Hmm, Christmas.

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: too cold.

if you could have any superpower, what would it be? ability to conjure any food. 

animation or live action: live action

paragon or renegade: ?????

baths or showers: Hmm, showers.

team cap or team iron man: did y’all see the clueless about superheroes bit above?

fantasy or sci-fi: SCI-FI

do you have three or four favorite quotes? if so what are they: I do, but I’m honestly blanking rn. Urggghh.

netflix or youtube: netflix

harry potter or percy jackson: harry potter

when you feel accomplished: when my to-do list is. done

star wars or star trek: neither

paperback or hardback: paperback because they’re toit.

horror or rom-com: rom-com

tv shows or movies: TV shows

spotify or pandora: spotify

zootopia or inside out: Haven’t seen either. 

favorite book: Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon.

favorite flower: orchid

what field of study are you in (or aspire to be in): Going to law school next month! :)

song lyric you really love?  “In my head, I do everything right.” -Lorde

what’s your MBTI type? ENFJ

fave movie: this is weird, but i don’t have one right now. 

favorite tv show(s): the 100, b99, stranger things, 

top three authors: Isabel Allende, 

favorite season? Fall

favorite high school musical? NONE I HATE THEM.

silver or gold? Gold.

favorite food? TACOS. AL. PASTOR.

dream vacation? oh god this is hard. A whole trek of the South American coasts or the coasts of Greece.

green vs. blue? blue

favorite film/literary/tv hero/heroine? Bellamy fucking Blake.

Who are your OTPS? Bellarke, Jeresa, Tandy x Tyrone, Jopper, Mileven, Nick x Jess, Waurel, Tiva, SethKate, Wynonna x Doc, and I’m blanking but the couple from The Rain! And lots more. 

If you could be anything for a day, what would you be? (mine!) I’d be an actor. 

[namjoonchronicles]

[Final: Jongup Ver.] Tumbleweed, Her (M)#20 -  [BAP] Mafia!Au

[A/N] He looks soft here HALP.

The calm after the storm that never came. The wound that never got to heal. The heartbreak that never regain its full form. The missing pieces that remained unfound.

To every beginning, there will be an end.

“That was some sleep.” You heard him say in his deep voice, a smile upon his face, the little crinkle in his eyes.

That’s right. You’re in Yongguk’s house. Three weeks passed and the wounds are still fresh. The images are still vivid and their tattooed in your heart. And in your mind.

Tattoos.

As Yongguk brushed the strand away from your hair, and hook them behind your ear, he leans in to see better. “The cuts are closing up prettily. Doctor said you should not eat eggs, prawns, any processed meat for the time being. So no sausages, even though I know you’re crazy for them.” Yongguk straightens in his seat.

You had a traumatizing night. It was odd to be having such a calm, morning after. You almost died last night, and here you are. ‘Safe’. In the arms of someone you should have loved. You brought yourself up, gently, feeling particularly light headed due to the blood not reaching it’s full speed. “Yongguk.” You breathed his name so gently, he looks up at you, with wondering eyes. “All I do is trouble you. I am forever in-debt to you, and I’m sorry for everything, for every minute of your life, ruined because of me. I only cause you havoc.” You started and the words tumbling out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“Don’t say a word...please, just stop.” Yongguk starts to shuffle in his seat, shaking his head while you set your feet next to the bed he put you in, ready to leave it. “Let me finish!” You roared. You held him by the intense gaze you gave him. “I’ve hurt you enough, haven’t I? Why are you still here, then?” You asked him.

It sting him. The words ,they stung him. Yongguk gave the floor a bitter smile, a little shake of his head. “You’re right. Why the fuck am I still here.” He gave a sad chuckle and he drops his head before giving you a glance that made your stomach flipped. “I’ve been to a lot of places. I’ve meet thousands of girls. And truth be told, and I’m not one to brag, but I can get any girls I want…”

“--then go! Go and get other girls if you want it so bad!” You challenged him. But he got up, towering you while you sat on the edge of the bed, a tinge of fear in your eyes, when Yongguk hissed in your face, “But I don’t want that! I don’t want other. Girls....It’s not as simple as that, okay. My feelings are not a switch. They’re not interchangeable. They’re not something you give away and forget. I’m not like you. I wish they were, but they’re not. Because, honestly.  Between you and me. My heart wants what it wants.” He straightens up, he bit his lips and backs away from you, walking backwards.

“And it wants you,” he spins and walked out, and he yells, “...and it fucking! Still wants you!”

Yongguk is a beautiful person. He is. He has always been kind, protective, mature in his decisions. He is the kind of person that get hurts time and time again, and still comes back for more. His genuine heart was yours to take. It still is, even after all the hell he’s been through because of you. But like he said, the heart wants what it wants. But your expectation was wrong. He didn’t come back for the hurt. He came back because you were home. You were his home. His entire fucking everything. It didn’t matter if you didn’t love him. Every words he had ever said.

Love.

“You’re the only one I care about.”

“I’d spent my days with you, and no one else.”

“One of my tattoos are dedicated to you. Maybe one day I’ll show you where it is.”

Hate.

“Why did you do that?”

“So that’s it, now we’re done? Don’t I mean anything to you?”

“If that’s what you think is best for us. Fine.”

You jumped out of bed, realizing that if you lose him now, you’ll lose him forever. There’s no saying on how long he’ll stay patient with you. You tested the waters, and he’s over the edge.

The fridge door is opened and closed and you were relieved to see his semi tattooed back, covered by the black singlet he had been wearing as he pour himself some cold beverages. He is angry, but not angry enough to leave the house. The apartment he lend you. He visibly breathed in and exhaled hard, a loud exasperated and tired sigh. His shoulders rise and fall and you can’t help but empathize him. He deserved more than this. He deserved a genuine heart and soul that loves him for him. “I cannot pretend, Yongguk.I simply cannot.” You thought as you stared to his back.

You were standing by the door sill when you came to see a couple of opened envelopes on the side table, next to the bed. “Choi Junhong tuition fees has been in full.” The letter starts. Behind it, was a handwritten letter from your mother. “...thank you for all the help you’ve given over the course of my daughter missing. You have a lot in your hands, don’t you?”

Had he been paying Junhong, his tuition fees?

It looked like it.

Had he been catering to your mother?

Those letters can’t be lying.

Now let’s be entirely honest.

Where else can you find a man foolish enough to do that much for you?

Yongguk sips the cold water and had been facing the tiled wall of the kitchen, his thoughts blank. “Yongguk…” You breathed his name and he turned around to you wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you, by the lips and you kissed him. He responded in a surprised but muffled moan before he parted his lips to make way for your eager tongue to enter his cavern. He had his hands holding each side of your hip in place, but as the kiss deepens, he wrapped his strong pair of arms around your waist to feel more of you. And he asked you, “Really?”

You nodded, eagerly.

“Let’s start again. Let’s give ourselves another try.”

He looks puzzled.

“Why so suddenly?”

“Damn it, Yongguk. Take what’s already given.” You scolded him, pulling his face into yours so you could roughly kiss him again. But something changed in Yongguk’s dark brown eyes. “Is this one of your tricks?” He threw the mood away. And he had all the rights to.

You slid your hand down one side of his delectable face and his chest.  “I will never find another love like yours. Ever.”

-----

Junhong is in complete contrast to what he used to be. Rumor started spreading on how he used to be in mafia. And that has given him unneeded attentions and friends. Back in the days, being in a mafia is something frowned upon on. But nowadays, it’s something that even polices find considerably, not bothersome. Since they’ve come to an agreement that they will refrain from committing serious crimes, it’s all good. But of course, Junhong is no longer apart of that.

And of course, he felt uneasy eyes around him. Boys and girls alike. But your constant calls and texts didn’t make college life too lonely. Sometimes Bang Yongguk would stop by to pass him lunch and everyone in the college knows that Yongguk’s a lieutenant. So that fact may have contributed to a handful of friends who deemed Junhong as harmless.

“Anyone trying to poke around?” Yongguk asked, as his eyes crinkles into crescents. Smiling at Junhong’s who is lazily dragging his feet to Yongguk’s car. “No one dared.” Junhong grins and Yongguk threw his arm around the boy’s neck, jokingly. “What did she cook for dinner?” Junhong asked as he climbed in. “Her favourite. As usual. You think you mattered in her life? Dream on, lad. She only cares about me.” Yongguk boastfully said.

He meant it as a joke, of course.

-----

Rushing to and fro the dining table and the kitchen, you ensured everything is in place before the two arrives. The television left on, with the volumes low helps you shake any unwanted anxieties. Bringing the hot pot of beef soup pass the wall where all the family portraits are, you accidentally tilted one frame. Just slightly. You tutted your tongue and set the pot on the middle of the table where the bowl were turned upside down until Junhong and Yongguk arrive. You rubbed your hands on your apron and went back to tilted frame.

As you fix the edges, to a perfect form, your eyes glided to the torn wallpaper hidden behind it. You ran your fingers on top of the flaps, slowly trying to recover the dull color the original wall had. “Giving the wall a new face don’t exactly erase the events that it had witnessed, would it?” You thought. Yongguk spent days, scrubbing off the droplets of blood that spattered on them. Weeks, for the smell to disappear. Another two weeks, to put on this wallpaper. Junhong helped to. So many people would ask, why would you still live here, knowing fully well of what happened here?

Because you’re unafraid. There’s absolutely, no reason to be.

And slowly, the sound from the television seeps into your soul while your eyes dances on the pictures on the wall, memorizing faces. Bang Yongguk has an attractive smile line. Junhong tends to crinkle his eyes, and is unable to take serious pictures. He is basically a giant-sized baby, demanding attentions every now and then. But can you blame him? He had his youth taken away from him. The news anchor voice of what started as an ambience, started to become clearer and clearer.

“...President Kim who won his election, fair and square brought his only son, Kim Himchan to the parliament dinner, looking sharp in suits. The duo is accompanied by the honorary secretary of the National Security, Mr. Park Hwang Soon and his wife, to discuss the future well-being of the country.” You turned your attention to the screen.

And then your eyes caught something, no– someone. Just as the doorbells rang, and it pulled your attentions away from the screen, reluctantly. “Coming!” You sped to the front door and yanked them open where Youngjae stood with a bouquet of flowers and some fruits. “I got here too early didn’t I?” Youngjae’s face crumples into a hesitant smile. You beamed back, “Yongguk wouldn’t mind me having someone around. He dreaded the fact that he had to live me alone to set the dinner up… he’d be thrilled to have you here.”

Youngjae’s eyes wander around the apartment and he notices that it had a few changes since the last time he was here. He caught the television showing Himchan making speeches. And he visibly repulsed at the sight. “They can’t make a better choice in that, can they? A hypocrisy as large as that goes on TV, what is happening to the world.” He commented. The smile he came with, quickly disappeared. “That’s real world, Youngjae, you know that right? Us, the small people will always get left behind, hindered and unattended, unless we are of use.” Your shoulders dropped.

Youngjae couldn’t lie to himself. You looked hollow. So he held your hand, squeezing them as you set the chopsticks next to each bowl. “Why, what.” You said, calmly flustered. Youngjae gaze up to you, and his eyes are saying words his mouth can’t. You averted your eyes, “I’m picking myself up. I really am.” You said, sliding your hand out of his grasp before giving him your back as you turned to the kitchen sink and collect a few more bowls. You blinked rapidly, as the thoughts in your head gets assembled. Your hands worked faster and when the dinner begins, you silently watched them eat and drink.

Yongguk sat right next to you, Youngjae on the left, and Junhong at the end of the table. Yongguk can’t let go of your hands, even when he’s eating. They thoroughly enjoyed the food. And then it was movie time. You sat on the edge of the bed, thinking. Your eyes dropped to your lap where your hands are, fidgeting to the floor next to your feet. Your breathing is shallow and your heart is pounding, then you looked at the time. An hour and a half had passed, and there’s no more laughter from outside the living room. You took a peek. Slowly, creeping through the door of the bedroom.

Junhong’s head is in Yongguk’s lap. Junhong had fallen asleep, and Yongguk had his rested on the edge of the couch where Youngjae laid on. You released your bottom lip from your own teeth and slide next by the bed. You took out a luggage, that’s full of folded cloth, toiletries, shoes. You took the bag and stood behind the front door, putting on a black mask. “Take good care of yourself.” Someone suddenly spoke and it took you by surprise so spun around to see who it was, and which one.

Yongguk still had his eyes closed. “You know where to go if anything happens,” he added. Yongguk spoke without even looking at you. “Youngjae told me what’s inside the soup, told me not to drink it. At first, I didn’t believe him. But then, you see. He’s a pharmacist. And so are you.” Yongguk lifts his head up from the couch. “Crushing chlorpheniramine maleate into a soup is a very pharmacist thing to do. A flu medication, isn’t it? Purchasable. Quick to method. Harmless. Proven to promote drowsiness.” He added.

You ran your tongue along your bottom lip. “...Yongguk.”

But he didn’t let you finish. “...And when you know that it might not work on me since I’m heavy drinker, you added diphenhydramine, a cough syrup. I didn’t know how you manage to make is tasteless, but then again, you’re the drug professional? Is this how you tried to kill Himchan’s father, that resulted into your pharmaceutical practicing license being recalled?” Yongguk asked. He was smiling bitterly. “I’m not trying kill any of you.” You hissed. “It isn’t a fatal dose.” You added. “I just need my life decisions to be made, and not worry about it being judged.”

“You’re in love with a criminal!” Yongguk raised his voice a little.

But Youngjae and Junhong, being drugged, didn’t move at all.

Your hand on the knob froze. “...Are you going to spend your whole life running?” Yongguk asked. “What is it to you, what I do with my life.” You grumbled and Yongguk immediately replied, “Because you’re my life.”

You yanked the front door open, and grumbled, “And Jongup is mine. Goodbye, Yongguk.”

Jongup escaped the gunshots merely because of his men who wasn’t ready to lose him. The SWAT team was outnumbered by them and one of them threw tear gases bombs into your apartment, resulting in terrible fogging, and during the fog, Jongup escaped with help from Junhong. Junhong who had the files then, returned it to the SWAT team. The SWAT team gave the files to Himchan’s father, and promised Yongguk who knew about the existence of the file that when he wins the election, he gave Jongup a complete control of his son, Himchan, with the exchange that Jung Daehyun will be put into jail.

Yongguk who had been searching Jongup ever since, tries to befriend Junhong in order to find Jongup’s current location. But Jongup wasn’t hiding at all. He was in fact, alive and well. Jongup took over the family business when his father’s car blew up in the middle of the same road where Himchan accidentally ran over your father. His death was classified as: Accidental death. Jongup continued to run the black market and as long as he stays in his righteous path, no blood in his hands, and no bullets in his guns, Yongguk will stay put. Jongup had his queen around him, and even though life as the bad man’s wife is difficult, you have been told that you were a lioness for being able to make that man bow to you.

And it’s funny, because all your life. You’ve only been known to drift along.

You know, when tumbleweeds had mature and dry, it becomes detached from its roots or its stem, and tumbles away in the wind. That’s how it got its name. A heart, that was once desolate, dry and with no occupant, now has a permanent tenant. And his name is, Moon Jongup.

[A/N] I would totally elope with Jongup tqvm. Thank you so much for the love given to this fanfic ever since the start. Please continue to support the boys and their awesomeness (especially my Uppie his new song Try My Luck /he needs my body on him lol/ is my jam nowadays, and Yongguk’s Yamazaki,  hence the birth of this fanfic). I know I told you guys there will be three versions of endings. I ain’t lying. Like and reblog, and feel free to come inbox me anytime.

[Yongguk Ver.] [Mutual Ver.]

[my-insanity-is-irrelevant]

The same to you - all of them 🎃

200: My crush’s name is: Ryan, Eli, Claire, several others I cant name for complicated reasons 

199: I was born in: 1997/a hospital 

198: I am really: Intense weather in my calmness or excitement 

197: My cellphone company is: T-Mobile

196: My eye color is: Light green

195: My shoe size is: 9 1/2 wide (i usually have to do like a 11 for high heals)

194: My ring size is: ??????? probably big I have chubby fingers

193: My height is: 5′ 6″

192: I am allergic to: nothing unless you count idiocy 

191: My 1st car was: A blue 2007 Ford Focus and I LOVED her

190: My 1st job was: A server for Cheddar’s Casual Cafe 

189: Last book you read: How to Ruin Everything by George Watsky 10/10

188: My bed is: A king with lots o’ pillows and blankets and is very comfy

187: My pet: 2 cats, 5 kittens, 6 dogs, 2 snakes, 1 bearded dragon, 1 leopard gecko, 4 turtles, 1 bullfrog tadpole, and bunches of fish

186: My best friend: is a boy i met a month ago because i have intimacy issues

185: My favorite shampoo is: Dead Sea’s Argon oil shampoo is so good to my poor dry curls

184: Xbox or ps3: I use an Xbox to watch Netflix but I don’t play video games

183: Piggy banks are: Cute decorations but go unused

182: In my pockets: $2, some lint, a rubber band, and something weird i took out of my dog’s mouth earlier

181: On my calendar: I have nothing written in it but it has cool pictures of bears

180: Marriage is: Cool because of the financial benefits but other than that unnecessary to prove one’s love. I want a wedding though because I want a pretty dress

179: Spongebob can: Make me hate my life a 3am

178: My mom: Died of breast cancer and smoked a lot of pot

177: The last three songs I bought were? I can’t remember ever paying for music but the last three i listened to are: Cherry Wine by Hozier, Strong As An Oak by Watsky, and San Cristobal by Mal Blum

176: Last YouTube video watched: A slam poem by Neil Hilborn called Liminality

175: How many cousins do you have? I have no clue? At least 10 on each side, but i’m sure there’s way more than that

174: Do you have any siblings? 2 older brothers, 2 older sisters, ans one younger sister 

173: Are your parents divorced? They were never married

172: Are you taller than your mom? Nope! She was like 5′10′

171: Do you play an instrument? I can play hot cross buns on the recorder and thats the best i can do

170: What did you do yesterday? I slept and ate beef jerky[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: No, but i do believe in lust and infatuation at first site. I think  love takes time to grow.

168: Luck: Yes like, as in karma

167: Fate: Catch me in the right mood and i do

166: Yourself: NOOOOOPE

165: Aliens: Yes

164: Heaven: No

163: Hell: Yes, it’s called Texas

162: God: Naaaaah

161: Horoscopes: I think they’re accurate generalizations

160: Soul mates: Yeah but not like the traditional; kind of way, i think we have lots of people we’re meant to be with in various ways

159: Ghosts: Yes and No i go back and forth

158: Gay Marriage: 100%

157: War:0%

156: Orbs: Idk what this is talking about but sure, ill root for them

155: Magic: No, Im a science gal[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: Hugs

153: Drunk or High: High, drinking gives me a tummy ache

152: Phone or Online: Online

151: Red heads or Black haired: Red heads

150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes

149: Hot or cold: Cold

148: Summer or winter: Winter

147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn

146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla

145: Night or Day: Night

144: Oranges or Apples: Apples

143: Curly or Straight hair: Curly

142: McDonalds or Burger King: Mcdonald’s

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: White Chocolate is the key to my heart

140: Mac or PC: PC

139: Flip flops or high heels: HIgh heels even though i cant walk in them

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and poor

137: Coke or Pepsi: Coke

136: Hillary or Obama: Obama

135: Burried or cremated: Cremated, the idea of rotting creeps me out

134: Singing or Dancing: Dancing but im bad at both

133: Coach or Chanel: Idgaf

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: ??????

131: Small town or Big city: Big city

130: Wal-Mart or Target: Wal-Mart

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: I hate Adam Sandler

128: Manicure or Pedicure: Manicure

127: East Coast or West Coast: West Coast

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas all the waaaaaay

125: Chocolate or Flowers: Flowers, preferably potted

124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney i’m scared of roller coasters

123: Yankees or Red Sox: I dont sports[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: Its stupid and bad and i hate violence 

121: George W. Bush: Okay, looook, i dig his paintings, okay???

120: Gay Marriage: gimme that shit i want that shit

119: The presidential election: I could be down for violence against trump

118: Abortion: everyone should have safe access to abortions, they save lives

117: MySpace: I never had one? Does it still exist? I may make one for fun? 

116: Reality TV: i dont ever watch it, i avoid it like the plauge

115: Parents: Mine were grade A shit

114: Back stabbers: What goes around comes around

113: Ebay: I use Amazon

112: Facebook: Its filled with my racist family, i avoid it 

111: Work: I watch my niece and nephew (twins) and i love it

110: My Neighbors: I don’t interact with them ever

109: Gas Prices: why so expensive pls give me break

108: Designer Clothes: catch me in wal-mart clothes i bough 4 years ago

107: College: I want but cant afford halp

106: Sports: no

105: My family: I love them but they fkn annoy the shit out of me with their political views

104: The future: stop.[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: My niece yesterday

102: Last time you ate: I am eating a bowl of mac n’ cheese right now

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: I saw my sister’s in-laws last week and i loooooove them! I made slime with the kids

100: Cried in front of someone: When i found out my ex was cheating on me like two months ago

99: Went to a movie theater: Went on a date with a cute boi like a month ago and w saw Baby Driver it was so good

98: Took a vacation: The only vacation ive ever took in my life was with my ex and his family to Florida last summer

97: Swam in a pool: Less than a week ago

96: Changed a diaper: Yesterday, i change them for a living

95: Got my nails done:last summer

94: Went to a wedding: My oldest sister got married last week!

93: Broke a bone: when i was like 3????

92: Got a peircing: two weeks ago i got my nipples done

91: Broke the law: this morning when i got high

90: Texted: Im texting cute bbs  right now[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: My boi Ryan who is a fkn idiot i love him

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: I already left home and only miss having someone else cook and clean because my roomates are hopeless

87: The last movie I saw: The Last Five Years

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: When i can move far north and start a loving and respectful communist sex cult

85: The thing im not looking forward to: Getting up for work at 5 in the morning

84: People call me: lame

83: The most difficult thing to do is: exist

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: i sure haven’t i’m Safe

81: My zodiac sign is: Libra

80: The first person i talked to today was: Ryan

79: First time you had a crush: i liked a boy named Antonio in second grade

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: no one? 

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Ryan last night when we said a stupid Ricks and Morty quote at the same time

76: Right now I am talking to: my cat Beatrice 

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: probably cry a lot

74: I have/will get a job: working with kids!

73: Tomorrow: I will be very tired

72: Today: I am very tired

71: Next Summer: I will be very hot

70: Next Weekend: Im going to tie ppl up with rope

69: I have these pets: see 187

68: The worst sound in the world: A baby crying because they’re hurt or sad

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: my ex inbox me for his url so you can tell him hes a meanie

66: People that make you happy: My nieces and nephews and also my bff

65: Last time I cried: last night because the damn dog was so cute

64: My friends are: amazing and deserve the world

63: My computer is: slow and bad but i still love her

62: My School: was down the road from a prison, which my mom was in years ago

61: My Car: is old and smells like my mom’s cigarettes 

60: I lose all respect for people who: are racist, homophobic, sexist, trans-phobic, Islamophobic, anti-semetic, ect. 

59: The movie I cried at was: the beginning of Guardians of the Galaxy

58: Your hair color is: Auburn

57: TV shows you watch: Game of Thrones, Criminal Minds, Sense 8

56: Favorite web site: tumblr.com

55: Your dream vacation: stargazing in Alaska 

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: when i fucked up my siatic nerve in a car wreck in January 

53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium-well

52: My room is: cold and messy and covered in kittens

51: My favorite celebrity is: Harry Styles

50: Where would you like to be: on a beach in Iceland with a person playing a ukulele 

49: Do you want children: Only if i have more than one long term partner living with me 

48: Ever been in love: Yes 

47: Who’s your best friend: see 186 its Ryan

46: More guy friends or girl friends: no

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: when my cat comes to me and just lays where shes barely touching me 

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: My best friend from high school who committed suicide 

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: no

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no

41: Have you pre-named your children: I want to name my kid Coraline but id also like to do something not defined by a single gender?

40: Last person I got mad at: My sister because she left the dogs inside all day while i was at work even though shes a stay at home mom and so the poor things had accidents and no one was happy

39: I would like to move to: Canada

38: I wish I was a professional: mom[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: white chocolate truffles 

36: Vehicle: vintage beatles 

35: President: Alexander Hamilton

34: State visited: Florida

33: Cellphone provider: ?????

32: Athlete: ?????

31: Actor: Nat Wolf

30: Actress: Maise willams

29: Singer: Radical Face/Hozier

28: Band: Bad Books

27: Clothing store: Wal-mart

26: Grocery store: Joe-V’s Smart Shop

25: TV show: Game of Thrones

24: Movie: Swiss Army Man

23: Website: see 56

22: Animal:  Monitors 

21: Theme park: i dont do theme parks

20: Holiday: Halloween

19: Sport to watch: does Yuri on Ice count?

18: Sport to play: no

17: Magazine: i don’t read magazines but i heard Teen Vogue is doing wonders

16: Book: The Kite Runner

15: Day of the week: Wednesday’s Child is Full of Woe

14: Beach: wherever i was in Florida 

13: Concert attended: Warped Tour 2015 there was a band called Onwards ect. it was so good

12: Thing to cook: homemade flour tortillas 

11: Food: Cheese enchiladas

10: Restaurant: This cute little place named Marianne’s thats down the road from my house she makes the best tamales 

9: Radio station: 94.5 The Buzz

8: Yankee candle scent: Clean Linen 

7: Perfume: i dont

6: Flower: Lilies 

5: Color: pink

4: Talk show host: Steve Harvey

3: Comedian: John Mulaney

2: Dog breed: Pit Bulls

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? 100%

[jammylittlefingers]

🌧🌷🌤 Frolicking on the roof garden. She seemed confused and distrustful of her freedom. Despite the sun it was like 42° so we didn't stay out long. And I realized our child probably needs some non cloth foot coverings if she's going to actually be in contact w the ground. She's 8 months, stands a lot but doesn't walk, will be mostly crawling, is maybe a size 4.5? She has 4"ish long feet. I don't really know what to do here. Boots? For a baby? I have only ever dressed walking toddlers for outside play, I'm confused on dressing a baby for it. Her sheep suit got filthy. I want a muddy buddy but I'm trying to wait for a sale or second hand. She's going to try and eat *everything*. And her little hands are going to get cold and wet and dirty. :twitch: I'm trying to be cool about this, but. I'm not thrilled w the whole concept. I got a big water proof picnic blanket, but like fun is she going to obligingly stay on that. 🙄 Halp.

[rhawyr]

Session 3:  The Tomb of Faeron Brightstar

So last time, they had begun down a dungeon thing, finished their assigned task, and were at a bridge puzzle thing.  Remember all that?  Good.

So the bridge puzzle was one of those stupid floor puzzles, but with a twist - for each 3x3 section of bridge they solved, a new chunk of puzzle appeared...back near the beginning.  In other words, they had to resolve it with different solutions each time until they'd finished it.  If I do say so myself, it was a simple and easy twist to keep things fresh.  Didn't last long, but it worked out the puzzle aspect of their brains for a bit.

Anyway, while Borris is solving this puzzle (or really, trying not to solve it 'cause he wants the others there 'cause Borris is totally a sweetie), Amalia and Wik have a quick roleplaying conversation where Amalia is like "Wik you're a good person and I want to make sure that I don't become a bad person."

But they return and get the door open...and they're greeted with a sense of wrongness, darkness, and an echo.  So, you know, reasons to say "nope" and leave, I guess, but they didn't, because Amalia and Wik want money and Borris is along for the ride (willingly, of course).  Also because they're not sure there's not more 'demons' further down (though they did open a sealed door, so...eh?).

Anyway, they descend into a huge grand hall.  Actually it's a throne room.  Amalia is trying to stay out of Wik's light 'cause she wants to be stealthy, Wik needs light to see, and Borris is staying with Wik to protect him if necessary.  Amalia sees a throne, a carpet, and two suits of armor flanking the throne.  When Wik really turns on the light spell (instead of using Borris' candle), Amalia ducks into one of the three sets of doors in this room, one that's ajar and smells of old books.

Wik stays in the throne room, but Borris kind of follows her with the candle.

Anyway, there's a statue of an elf holding books, and lots of books on bookshelves, basically.  It's a small shrine to Odon, an old elven god of knowledge and secrets.  Borris starts looking for an interesting book to read (most of them are just destroyed by time), and Amalia looked around for anything interesting.  Amalia found a small cache of potions in a hidden compartment in the bookshelf, then went over to inspect the statue.  The closed book said "Holy Book of Odon", but the open book had the words "Place Knowledge before Odon and he will grant you secrets."

So Borris writes a secret (don't know what it was) and put it before Odon, and it burned up instantly.  Then he put the one mostly intact book he managed to find in front of Odon, and the statue's eyes started glowing and the statue started talking.  Four important things happen at this point:  One, Wik is about to come into the library and freaks out when he hears the voice.  Two, Amalia leaves the room through one of the other exits, not wanting her stealth to be blown.  Three, non-sexual moaning emanates from the last exit to the room.  Four, the statue tells them a story about Faeron Brightstar, a betrayal, and the tomb.  I won't spoil it 'cause I plan to A) run this on Friday if Finn asks me to and B) post this dungeon on the campaign's tumblr, but needless to say the Betrayer is in the tomb of the hero.

So Wik goes to tie the door handles together (the ones with the moaning).  Amalia is in an ancient kitchen with pots and pans hanging from the ceiling and goes back out to the throne room through a door there, and the zombies in the other room break a hole in the door and grab Wik's shirt.  Roll for initiative, right?

Long story short, Amalia hears Wik screaming about the walking cadavers that have him/her by the shirt (he escapes) and comes back to help, but only after taking a look at the throne, which she notices is hiding something behind it.  Like a secret door.

Anyway, they make pretty solid work of the zombies (Borris takes some damage, but the door handles being tied prevents the zombies from really getting into the library for a while, so they handle them rather easily...though Borris and Wik do very little damage, so they have some issues overcoming the zombie endurance thing while Amalia just rips through zombies left and right).

Sidenote:  Amalia kicks ass all night.  And takes NAMES.

They take a look at the room with the zombies in it after finishing them up (the last two were cowering in a corner 'cause Turn Undead).  There are a bunch of plain sarcophagi, and in one is a golden bracelet.

The other door to this room is really cold, so they agree to not deal with it yet.  They also agree to not bother with the throne yet, believing it to lead to the same area, and so they explore the kitchen that Amalia found earlier.  But before they do that, I almost forgot that Borris cast "Find Traps," and because they were worried about the armor, he did it near the throne.

So Find Traps has a 120 foot area that, as far as I was told, doesn't get blocked by barriers.  Given the definition of a trap in the spell, the armor gave an aura of protectiveness and hostility, and Borris felt a prickly and ill sensation from a room behind the stairs (but since he's never been in that area yet, he doesn't know exactly where, just the direction).

They proceed through the kitchen (really nothing of interest here, though they do decide that they'll probably use the kitchen as a campsite if necessary), into a room behind the stairs.  There's a big ol' rat's nest here, and the rats are all like "We're watching youuuuuu" and our heroes decide "meh, they're not hurting anything, let's leave them alone and leave their nest with...at least one shiny silver mirror alone too."  Borris is like, "I'll get the mirror tomorrow, I'll cast sanctuary and it'll be K"

So they leave the rat's nest and go to the final door in the throne room.

So this room is covered in animal bones, and Borris decides to cast Thaumaturgy to make a sound down the corridor.  The ghouls in the next room that they didn't 100% know about but were hinted about by the animal bones are all like "FOOD?  MEAT!  EAT!" and rush down the corridor towards the sound, then rush at Borris 'cause they see him and Wik (Amalia is predictably hiding).

So they MURDER these two ghouls, no problem, nobody takes damage, etc.  Kinda depressing that this encounter is turned into a joke, but it was very well played on their part.

They go into the room the ghouls were in and are like "Ho, that's a weird brass spinny reflective thing!" and are like "Hmmm, I hear gnashing teeth in the next room over.  Let's grab some zombie corpses, hang them over the throne using some of the hooks holding pots and pans from the kitchen, and watch what happens to the ghouls that come to investigate when we leave a trail of zombie fingers for them."

...Of course they would.  Why wouldn't they?

So the armor is animated and comes to life when someone touches/sits on/moves the throne, and the ghouls' paralyzing touch doesn't work on the animated armor, but the ghouls are theoretically tougher opponents...if their paralyzing touch works.  So I can't decide who would win such a combat, and we decide to each take one of the creatures and play out the combat.

Which was weird, but it worked.  Anyway, the suits of armor lost, but the ghoul (and the ghast, heh) are injured pretty badly...so they destroy these two creatures at a range without taking a hit yet again.  Funny how the hardest combat so far has been the zombies, right?

Anyway, they decide to explore the room with the ghouls before worrying about what's behind the throne still, and they go and find a bunch of warped weapons and some rusty bear traps, and a gem on a wall with a message in elven.  They figure out that they have to rotate the brass thingie until the light shines on the gem on the wall, and the wall disappears, revealing a small room covered in furs and with a small chest in it.

They know something is trapped in this area, and they figure "Aha!  It's almost certainly the chest.  I'll put this block of wood I have [Amalia] in front of the lock so that the...needle, I assume, hits the wood when I pry the chest open with this crowbar."  So they do that, gather the gems inside the chest and the furs from around the room, and walk back to the throne.

Then they're like, "Ok, so there are two rooms we haven't done yet that we know about.  The cold room past the zombies, and the room behind the throne."

They decide to go in the cold room (actually a corridor) past the zombies, and there's a small staircase leading down into a small room below, and an even colder room up ahead.  They open the door, see a torture room and a pale elf guy stand up from resting on the torture rack, and all say "NOPE," close the door, and flee back to the throne room.

They put some bear traps to block the passage just in case.

Then they decide to check behind the throne (finally.  It's one of the first things I expect a party to check, and yet it's the second to last room in the entire dungeon that they decide to open, even though they know it's there since near the beginning...)

Aaaaanyway, there's a djinni!  And he's like "Halp me escape, give me items whose words I can't say, I'll give you enchanted stuff" (obviously I'm paraphrasing, they had a lovely and interesting conversation).

The party decides to do it, and they figure out that the items they need to supply the djinn with are A) the silver mirror from the rat's nest, B) one of the rusty bear traps they've set up to catch the possible pursuer from the torture room, and C) the bracelet from the zombie room.

So they gather everything but the mirror, bunk down for the night with Mortimer the Djnni, then grab the mirror with a Sanctuary spell and a Handle Animals check.  Borris does note that there are other valuable items in the nest when he's closer to it, but doesn't take them.

Anyway, they give the last item to the djinn, who rewards them for each item...with magical enchanted items!  First was a rope that coils itself at whichever end you choose, which Amalia decided she wanted.  Wik took the tabi that let him run on water, and Borris took the helmet that (sometimes) protects you from critical hits.

I almost forgot one very important thing with the djinni.  Due to Amalia's shrewd negotiation skill, the djinni offered each player a prophetic message.  I'm not going to reveal what was said, exactly, but that's important.  Sorta and maybe.

Anyway, they decide to take a look at the room down the stairs.  Wik makes a brief stop at the torture room, asking if the guy is still in there...and the guy replies, so Wik casts arcane lock and permanently seals him in the room.

...So much for that encounter.

But they go down into the tomb of the hero-king, Faeron Brightstar, and each decide to leave him a small gift.  Borris leaves a coin, Wik his tinderbox, and Amalia a candle.  In thanks, the spirit hands them the broken sword.

Anyway, that's about the end of the session.  They're at the entrance to the tomb again, and the jungle has rained overnight, so it's very, VERY foggy...