#i neE D BREAKFAST.

[thecolorcoral]

torn between physically annotating books or struggling digitally so i can preserve my physical copies,,,,

[hazelestelle]

19 und/oder 23 von den Morning After prompts? ✨

Du hast kein pairing gesagt, aber ich denke mal, das passt für dich :D Hoffe, du magst es!

19. I made you breakfast. You need to eat something to help your hangover. und 23. I‘m up for morning sex if you are.

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Skinny wurde davon wach, dass ihm Sonnenstrahlen ins Gesicht schienen. Grummelnd dreht er sich auf die Seite und versuchte, sein Gesicht im Kissen zu vergraben. Einem Kissen, das unerwartet gut roch.

Blinzelnd versuchte er jetzt doch, sich im Zimmer umzusehen.

Sein Kopf dröhnte und er fühlte sich insgesamt nicht besonders gut, was zwar darauf schließen lies, was er gestern gemacht hatte, nicht aber, wo er war oder wie er hierher gekommen war.

Bevor er sich so genau umsehen konnte, dass er Anhaltspunkte entdeckte, wessen Zimmer das hier war, hörte er ein „Guten Morgen“, und sein Blick schnellte zur Zimmertür, wo kein anderer als Peter Shaw stand.

Kurz fragte Skinny sich, ob er noch schlief, denn das hier konnte eigentlich nur ein seltsamer Traum sein.

Er war in Shaws Zimmer? In Shaws Bett?

„Ich hab Frühstück gemacht“, fuhr Shaw fort, und Skinny konnte ihn erstmal nur anstarren.

Wie sollte man denn auch reagieren, wenn man gerade im Bett seines Erzfeindes aufgewacht war, und der dann auch noch nett zu einem war?

„Was?“, brachte er schließlich raus, und Shaw zuckte mit den Schultern.

„Was essen hilft gegen den Kater.“

Shaw sah etwas verlegen aus, als er das sagte, und irgendwie gefiel Skinny das. Zumindest lies ihn die Situation nicht so unberührt, wie er gerade tat.

„Hm. Haben wir gevögelt?“

Er fühlte sich zwar eigentlich nicht so, aber die Frage war es allein wert, um Shaws Reaktion zu sehen.

Shaw zog die Augenbrauen hoch und ein leichter Rotschimmer zog sich über seine Wangen, was Skinny mit Genugtuung zur Kenntnis nahm.

Dann zuckte Shaw mit den Schulter. „Nee. So betrunken wie du warst sicher nicht.“

Skinny grinste. Das war interessant. Shaw hatte nicht kategorisch abgelehnt, sondern extra seinen Zustand letzte Nacht betont.

„Okay. Frühstück klingt gut. Aber...“ Er setzte sich auf und musterte Shaw betont langsam von unten nach oben. „Blowjobs sollen ja auch gut gegen Kater helfen.“

„Was?“ Shaw sah ziemlich entgeistert aus und das Rot auf seinen Wangen vertiefte sich weiter.

„Naja, wir haben ja vielleicht gestern nicht gevögelt, aber Sex am Morgen klingt doch auch gut, findest du nicht?“, erklärte er süffisant grinsend.

Shaw sah aus, als hätte er keine Ahnung, wie er darauf reagieren sollte, und Skinny zog eine Augenbraue hoch und grinste ihn einfach nur weiter an, aber als von Shaw nichts weiter kam, zuckte er mit den Schultern.

Na gut, dann eben nicht. Skinny hatte sowieso nicht wirklich mit einer positiven Antwort gerechnet. Eigentlich fragte er sich immer noch, wieso Shaw ihn nicht einfach rausgeworfen hatte, sondern ihm stattdessen Frühstück anbot. Ganz abgesehen von der Frage, wieso er überhaupt hier war natürlich.

„Okay, dann eben Frühstück.“ Vielleicht würde ihm Shaw dann zumindest erzählen, was letzte Nacht passiert war.

Er hatte gerade seine Beine über die Bettkante geschwungen, als Shaw drei Schritte ins Zimmer machte und etwas zögerlich neben dem Bett stehen blieb.

„Ähm. Ich... hab nicht nein gesagt.“ Er sah aus, als könnte er selbst nicht ganz glauben, dass er das gerade gesagt hatte, und Skinny grinste.

„Oh?“

So eine Gelegenheit konnte er sich auf keinen Fall entgehen lassen.

Schnell packte er Shaws Handgelenk und zog ihn zu sich aufs Bett, und Shaw ließ ihn das bereitwillig mit sich machen, was Skinny ausnehmend gut gefiel.

„Sicher?“, fragte er trotzdem nach. Er war zwar in sehr vielen Dingen ein Arsch, aber sowas wollte er nur, wenn seine Spielgefährten auch wollten, und Shaw sah immer noch etwas überfordert aus.

Aber Shaw nickte, und die Art, wie er ihn dann küsste, hungrig, verlangend, drängend, war in jedem Fall Antwort genug.

[terra-kha]

5th Day - Bonnie and Clyde (Scene 3)

Oooh! First death of the run! Surprising, I voted to jump, forwards, I thought it would be a good idea to try to force Shirou to actually commit to it and fight, and that going down the hallway would be considered running from it. Apparantly not! I'm not going to include the same choice as the last blog, next time we just get to see what the other choice gives!

―――Tohsaka's serious. There's no place to run, even if I retreat back to the hallway. I'll jump down the stairs in front of me…!

"Hah――――!" I kick the floor with full force. It's about a meter and a half down. I can easily take this kind of height…!

―――A running long jump of a meter and a half high, a meter wide. I land without hurting myself.

"Fu――――" I have an advantage of one floor between us. So now, I only have to run down to the first floor and get out of the building――――

"――――――――?" What… happened? It came from above… It feels like a giant blob of jelly fell on top of me… ―――I can't move my legs. The weight of the jelly is stopping my feet. I try to shake off the pressure on my back.

I feel like throwing up when I move. …It's cold. I have goosebumps all over me, my joints are hurting, my muscles are heavy, and my organs are half shut down.

"Crap――――t-this is…" It's not because of the jelly that I can't move. This is a bad case of the cold.

Tohsaka's magic. The Gandr Shot, a magic that'll infect the target with a cold, has hit me. As a result―――my body is so sick that it can't move on its own――――

"―――Just as I expected. I knew you'd go there if I prepared an easy escape route."

I hear Tohsaka's voice from afar, as if she's contacting me from the moon.

"―――Let me apologize first. What I'm going to do now is as bad as taking away your life."

Her cold finger digs into my neck. When I realize it's Tohsaka's finger and try to fling it away…

"―――Goodbye. I don't think you knew, but I've known you for a long time."

My consciousness shuts down as if it's shorted out.

"…Huh…? It's morning already?" I rouse my sleepy mind and pull myself up. It's past six o'clock. I should be preparing breakfast now.

"Good morning, Senpai. Breakfast is already prepared." "Oh. …I'm sorry, I made you do it by yourself again. I'll make dinner, so please forgive me."

"No, you can't do that. It's my turn to cook tonight, so please let me." "Ugh. But I'd be relying on you too much if I made you cook breakfast and dinner. Let me cook tonight. I want to make it up to you for sleeping in."

"Hmm. Then let's cook together. I'll help you, so please come home early." "All right. I'll cut work short today."

I head to the table while apologizing to Sakura. Breakfast's already on the table, and Fuji-Nee runs in at the last second like always.

"Good morning! Everyone sure is doing well this morning――――wait, huh…? What is this, Shirou!?" "Huh? What do you mean? Did you forget something at your house?"

"Huh? Huh? Huh? That's weird. I thought something's strange, but nothing's strange at all. …But it's still bothering me. Shirou, aren't you forgetting something?" "Forgetting something? Like what?"

"D-Don't ask me. I'm asking you since I can't figure it out. Sakura-chan, don't you think something's strange? It feels like we're forgetting something or missing something."

"No. I think it's just your imagination, Fujimura-Sensei. We're not forgetting anything nor are we forgetting anyone."

"Hmm. Oh well. If I can't remember it, it must mean it's not important." Fuji-Nee seems satisfied as she sits down and starts eating. This is a normal morning in this household.

Thirty minutes after Fuji-Nee and Sakura leave… I leave the house as well.

I walk up the hill. It's past seven-thirty. The road is filled with students like me. A familiar scene. I breathe in the perfect morning air.

…Then. I notice that a female student is looking at me. She must have found it awkward that our eyes met, as she starts walking on quickly.

"Oh, Emiya? Were you glaring at Tohsaka?" "Huh…? Oh, morning, Issei. I wasn't glaring at her. It's just that our eyes met."

"Really? That's fine, but make sure not to pick a fight with Tohsaka, okay? It's her principle to counter twice as hard. You'll be throwing away your last year in school if you do so."

I don't know how serious he is, as Issei murmurs Buddhist scriptures. But that's needless worry.

"Are you stupid? First of all, I don't even know her. …Well, she did look beautiful, but I didn't know such a person went to our school." "Yes, that is the correct response. That thing is too much for us humans. It is our way not to get involved with her. Huh, I was worried for a second, but everything is settled now!"

Issei goes up the hill. "……" I watch him go as I stand there.

A morning scene with nothing missing. My left hand hurts a bit.

"Everything's settled? What happened and what ended?" I hear the first bell from the top of the hill.

…It's eight o'clock already. As the school gate closes, I feel like I'm locked out from something. "――――I――――" …Nothing comes to mind. I feel uneasy for some reason, and I can't think of where to go or where to return to――――

TAIGA DOJO!

Congratulations, everyone! This is the true ending of Tohsaka-san's route! Life is back to normal for Shirou. This is indeed a grand finale! Well, everyone, let's meet next time in Fujimura-Sensei's route, "We don't need tiger"- No way, you idiot! Lies that sound like they're true are not allowed! We can't have anyone tricked into confusion in the Q&A corner! You have grown strong, buruma. Oh, Senpai! Hi, you look beautiful as always! Just go on and explain the situation, buruma. Osu! There are two ways to get to this bad end! One is a simple mistake in your choice. Getting shot at after stupidly escaping forward. And the other is a bit troubling, and that is the case where you come here from Saber's route. To put it simply, you need to restart from the morning of the 4th day if the 5th day's title was "Unlimited Blade Works" even though the title on the 4th day was "Fate". To put it more simply―――― Death to betrayers. T-That's wrong, Senpai. We came to this bad end because the alliance was not formed. It's not that Shirou betrayed you. …… Oh, she's gone… Anyway, there are two ways to avoid this bad end! Escape back when you're attacked by Rin! Or if the choice didn't even appear, you have to restart from the morning of the 4th day! And a special tip for those that came here without seeing any ending! Um, you can't clear Rin no matter what you do during your first play. It'll be smart to fight along with Saber as her Master at least once.

[alilaro]

oh mitski we’re really in it now.........

[chapuyes]

I’m right on the edge of either being productive or spending the next 24 hours playing the sims again

[quackisinnit]

What Dream, George, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, c!Techno, Wilbur would get you for Valentine's Day

Note: probabaly the biggest headcanon i've ever wrote KDSHJS i'll only do this when theres a speacual occasion. sorry it came out so late!!

Genre: fluff, romantic, irl and in-game, gender neutural, they/them

Warnings: none

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Dream

Heart Shaped Balloons and Flowers

he would bring you to a fancy restaurant

like he would go all out

anyways

he gives you the gifts like before you leave the restaurant

he payed for the check

and he just stands up and says "wait here, i'll just get something real quick from the car"

you're so confused cause like

he already brought you to a fancy place?? what other surprise does he have for you

and he comes in with the balloons and flowers

and you're all like

"dream you're too sweet, i'm gonna cry"

"aww no dont cry D:"

when he gives it to you he kisses your cheek and say some romantic stuff

"i love you so much y/n"

"i'm so grateful for you, thank you for sticking withme theough thick and thin"

George

Chocolates and A Teddy Bear

you would both be at home

just hangin out

cause why go out if you can just stay at home an watch movies together??

he'd even make you pick the movie

which is pretty rare

cause in his words,

"you always pick the worst movies"

"wdym??? i pick the best movies D:<"

and while watching

he gets up and you dont really expect anything

cause yaknow he could be going to the rest room

and when he comes back,

he calls out to you, gifts in hand

"y/n,"

you then look at him and he smiles at you

"happy valentines day:)"

and he'd give you the tightest hug in the world

"aw george thank you, you're the best"

"i know😏"

"oh shut up"

Sapnap

A Big Teddy Bear and Flowers

he would try to plan something big

like a big banner with "happy valentines day!", lots of flowers, etc

but he couldn't cause he was busy:((

and a few days before valentines day he'd just buy you flowers

he planned to give it to you before you wake up

so he woke up earlier than you

he tried to make breakfast for you

but he was so nervous so it was pretty hard

like he would be trying to make you some eggs but heended up burning them on accident

in the end he just made you a sandwhich

when he went in you were still alseep

and after a few minutes of deciding,

he called dream LMAOO

"DREAM HELP WHAT DO I DO"

"JUST WAKE THEM UP"

and so he did

you were greeted with a very happy and nervous sapnap

"happy valentine's day:)"

and he'd give you the flowers and sandwhich

later on in the day you both went to a carnival and win you a big teddy bear in one of the games

cause he felt bad for just getting flowers djshsj

Karl

Cupcakes and A Teddy Bear

he'd first greet you in the morning by peppering your face with kisses and handing you the bear

"here you go love, happy valentines day"

and he'd be all giggly that day too

for the next surprise

he would make this a bonding experience

like you would both make the cupcakes

maybe even make a contest and see who makes the better cupacakes

and it'd be so much fun

he'd throw flour at you, try to mess up the color of your icing by adding more food color in it, etc

like you'd be mixing and he just comes up behind you and probabaly throws an egg at your head LMAOO

"okay so i nee-" you feel something hard hit your head and then hear a cracking sound

you turn around to see that karl has thrown an egg at your head

but it didnt break, it only broke when it finally hit the ground

"oh karl you're in for it now-"

you'd be throwing different ingredients at eachother

maybe even spoons and spatulas

"HA get recked y/-" he pauses

"y/n."

"did you just hit my head with a fork?"

"... maybe"

just really chaotic honestly

and cleaning up would be pretty hard

like there would be flour and icing everywhere

but the whole experince was fun<3

Quackity

Flowers and Song/Poem

he'd be stressed about it

like "will they like it?" "is it good enough??"

just lots of thoughts racing through his head

when he gives it (the flowers) to you

his hands would be sweaty

he clears his throat and gets a piece of paper from his pocket

and its the poem

he starts readibg the lines

(spoiler, its a joke poem)

"y/n, the first time i saw you, i pissed my pants"

"and i like ants"

or somethimg like that KSJAK

he'd just say stupid stuff to make you laugh

then after that comes the real gift

the song

this man makes his own song and tune

nothing was taken from the internet

like he wrote the lyrics himself and the tune

and he'd sing it seriously

when done with the song, he looks at you

"did you like it??"

"like it?" you scoffed

his heart fucking STOPS

"i loved it:)"

and he'd just let a sigh of relief

"dont ever pull that shit again i thought you hated it >:()"

Techno

Going on Picnic and Poem

at first he wouldn't know what to give you tbh

he'd be asking phil what to give you

"phil what should i give y/n?"

and phil would help him

"just give them anything, i'm sure they'll love whatever you get"

"but phil what if-"

he'd want something good enough for you

like he doesn't want to get you just flowers

it needs to be something better than that

but at the same time he's just too lazy to plan anything that big

so he just decided on going on a simple picnic

and he also decided to write you a poem

so you're picnic takes face in a large field

in the middle of nowhere

"techno, where are we?"

"you'll see"

you both to a hill where you find a blanket and a basket, filled with various kinds of food and drinks

"aww techno, thank you. you're so sweet:D"

and he'd be all flustered

"yeah but its just a picnic.."

you both sat down and just talked about things

and before you left he told you he had one more surprise

he reaches to the bottom of the basket where a paper lays

he gets it and begins reading it to you

spoiler alert, its the poem

when he's done, just like quackity, he looks at you

"did,, did you like it?????"

"i loved it techno" and you peck him on the lips

and techno?

boom, his heart explodes

"i'm glad you liked it"

he's so awkward and flustered brrr

Wilbur

Chocolates and a Song

with the song he just speedran it

but at the same time he didnt

like he made the tune quickly

but he took a long time with the lyrics

trying to find the perfect words

but it was hard

because you were so perfect and lovely to him

also cause you were always around him

and you might see what he was doing:((

obviously that would ruin the surprise

so he tried his best to keep it a a secret

and he was able to do it

soon valentines day came

and he sang his song to you

in a blanket fort he made

out of chairs, blankets, and pillows

the fort was filled with stuffed animals, snacks, drinks etc

anything you could think of, it was probably there JSJAJSJ

and if you had a pet

they would just be chilling in the fort

he sang his song there

after, he gave you choclates

cause why not??

he loves you so much so why not more gifts???

[zirsong-conlang]

zirsong-english dictionary wooo

A: 

Akit (Ah-kih-t) - For (as in a gift) 

Adlie (Ahd-LIe) - Lunch

Avali - Dress/Gown

Azaelis - Beauty (Natural)

Abolis - Beauty (Human body- sexy/asexy, hot, cute)

Amil - Dark

Avil - Twilight/In-between dark and light, shadow

Aryaesi - Black

Ataesi - White

Aesi - Grey/Gray

B:

Baekis - Tea

Boral - Well (as in well, actually)

C:

Covire - Dog

Cami - zero, naught, none, nothing / What comes between two opposites

Cotp (coh-tp) - Shirt

Crazlis - Beauty (Cold, Firm, Icy)

Ciri - Alcohol

Cirivisor - Beer/Ale

D:

Don - Four, 4

E:

Earjosteh - To Want

Et - That

F:

Frebough (ff-reh-bow) - For/Because (of)

For - Six

Fi - Is

G:

Gae - Seven,

Grvix (Grr-vih-ks) - Car/Automobile

H:

Haeliel (Hay-lee-elle) - Hospital

Heveri - House

Haevriel (Hay-v-ree-elle) - Home

Hsoj - Wise

I:

Iury (Ee-uhrr-ee) - Wolf

Ifin - Eight

Ifae - Nine

If - Has

J:

Ju (Joo) - You (singular)

Joki - Yellow

Jonkai - Orange

Jiome - Favourite

K:

Ko (Koh) - He

Kom (Koh-mm) - Him

Kos (Koh-ss) - His

Ka (Kah) - She

Kam (Kah-mm) - Her

Kas (Kah-ss) - Her(s)

Ki (Kih) - They (non-gendered/gender-ambiguous singular)

Kim (Kih-mm)  - Them (singular)

Kis (Kih-ss) - Their(s) (singular)

Ku (Coo) - They (plural, plural-singular ambiguous)

Kum (Coo-m) - Them (plural)

Kus (Coo-ss) - Their (plural)

Konm (Kon-muh or Konn) - Rock/Stone

Kakka - Bite

Kakkazaz - Mosquito

Kaelah - Colour

Kar - Stop

L:

Lineh - To Know

Lae - Three, 3

Lis - Beauty (General)

Liani - Light green

Lioko - Pink

Lin - Light (colour)

Laevriel - Earth (Planet)

Ling - Like/similar

M:

Morteh - To Eat

Month - Food

Mineh - To Make

Mirtheh - To drink

Mau - Yes

Me - Are

N:

Nikke - Not

Nora - God(dess)/Angel/Deity. Cultural diety is referred to as Ti Nora.

Nor - Five

Nau - No

Nisil - Follower

Nuud - Nice, sweet- Good

Nuudhsoj - Perfect(ion)

O:

On - A/One

Omalis - Beauty (Warm, gentle, parental)

Ovil - Light

Omapa - Some

Osor - Do 

Ocaena - Blue

Ocaestra - Dark blue

Oaea - Blue-grey

Om - Am

P:

Pomire (Poe-Meer) - Feline, especially big cats

Pscaesil (Piss-scay-sil) - Spy

Q:

Quilw - Posh/Fancy/Refined

Qwilacicini (Kwill-ak-ihci-nee) - Wine

Quiveh - To think

R:

Rhi (Ree) - We

Rhone (Ree-own-eh) - Us

Rard (Rarr-d) - The small waves lapping at shore/something cool or incredible but not excessively so

Risim (rih-sihmm) - Breakfast

Rejm - Dinner

Rom - Robe

Rioleh - To walk

Rileh - To run

Rioko - Red

Rhisal - Purple

S:

Se (C) - I

Sae - Me

Sou (Soo) - You (plural)

Sikireh (Sick-eer-eh) - To be

Song - Language

Songling - Code/Cipher

Sing - Speech/speak

Somire (So-meer) - Cat

Slinae (Slin-ay) - Priest(ess)

Slinaeri (Sslin-ay-ree) - Temple

Somnalis - Beauty (Stubborn, steady, plain perfection, background)

Somn - earth/dirt/ground

Sael - Serenity/Calm(ness)

Scaecheh - To watch/To look/To see

Siro - New

T:

Teret (Terr-et) - Table

Ton - Two

Tokirin - Ten

Ti - The

U:

Ulm - Moss / Cushion / Pillow

Urjit - Done/Completed

V:

Visikeh (Vih-zee-keh) - To enjoy/To like

Viztlis (Vihts-lihss) - Beauty (Blazing, impressive, stunning, powerful)

Visori - Life, passion, spirit

Vivani - Green

Von - Dark (Colour) 

W:

Waisine (Why-sin) - Fish (singular)

X:

Xikis (Zee-kiss) - Coffee

Y:

Yamali - Kind, nice, friendly

Z:

Zor - Man

Zar - Woman

Zir - Person

Zaz - Bug/Insect

[sleepy--gamer]

~*URL/blog change and tag dump*~

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[dalamjisung]

blue ✾ han jisung

okay, so I had three asks for a Jisung fluff story, and together they formed a pretty cool storyline! so I hope you all don’t mind, I mashed them all together and came up with this! :D 

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 3142

pairing: reader x han jisung

description: with thousands of miles in between you two, will the relationship last?

(inspired on the song BLUE by TAEYEON: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVtTdZt-HtI)

Half of the time you were at the studio, and the other half you were at the coffee shop at the end of the block because you’d have to work overnight again. And it wasn’t like you hated your job– it was actually pretty dope being songwriter for one of the biggest entertainment companies in the country, especially when your boyfriend also worked at that company. He was a member of a boy group called Stray Kids, and you have been assigned to them since pre-debut; although the jobs were very different, he was one of the three members that always worked with you to get the songs just perfect. You two spent countless nights talking about feelings and writing them down; brainstorming for new comebacks and concepts, creating choreographies to match the rhythm of the title track, making out, recording the songs, signing contracts, splitting lines to fit the members voices, and all that being a songwriter encompasses. With the plus of Han Jisung by your side. 

However, there were some aspects of your jobs that didn’t match. At all. Mainly, the fact that he’d go on world tours for about four months while you were trapped back at the company with a bunch of deadlines and other groups to attend to. It was stressful. But you made it work… for a while. It wasn’t quite like that anymore; there were no flowers waiting for you every Wednesday, your busiest days, at your office. No letters or emails or snippets of love songs recordings waiting for you when you got home. No more insisting that you guys went public so he could ‘show you off.’ No more breakfasts in bed when Jisung got back from tour, because both of your would be exhausted and honestly, no more cuddling– you both needed a proper night of sleep without waking up every time the other moved. You knew things were falling apart. You were very much aware of it, and of your part in it, but oh god, how you wanted to blame him. You wanted to blame Han Jisung and only Han Jisung, simply because you didn’t want to admit to him– to yourself– that you failed at the thing you loved the most in the world; your relationship. 

But it wasn’t only him and that was a fact. You guys fell in a space of comfort and routine that was hard to escape, and with the situation that both of you were, it was even harder. You sighed, checking your messages one last time before coming to terms with it– he forgot to call you. Again. And when he remembers, you’d probably be sleeping the three or four hours you managed to make free on your day. It has been almost a week of calculated, emotionless “good morning” and “good night” texts, no in between. No “I love you’s” or “I miss you.” It felt forced… and you just wanted it to stop, no matter what.

You were in the studio with BamBam when he calls, and for the first time, you ignore him on purpose. You are late on a deadline and Got7’s manager is hot on your tail, pressuring you to the point that you’d get home every night and burst into tears, thinking about quitting your job, forgetting all about your special project, as you called it, and wishing for familiar arms to surround you, a whispering voice telling you that “it’ll be alright, love.” But none of those happen; you keep showing up to work every morning and Jisung is never home, and even then, you’d still make time to work on your personal project once you got home. A project made for Jisung, to finally officialize you guys’ relationship, and now, you are not even sure if you should continue it. 

The phone stopes ringing only to start again and this time you groan in annoyance, scaring the man by your side. 

“Everything alright?” BamBam asks, squinting his eyes when you turn your phone screen facing down. 

“Just peachy,” You mumble, staring at the damn line you’ve been trying to finish since two hours ago. It just wasn’t happening; you feel as if you lost your touch, nothing you were writing was coming out good and your bosses were starting to bother you. The definitely mentioned you quitting, but you ignored them as you usually did. 

“Y/N,” BamBam sighs. “Go home. I got this.”

“No, I can’t go home.” You say and it’s true. You’ve been dreading going home for the past month or so, because it didn’t feel like home anymore. There was no Jisung wearing an apron in the kitchen making dinner, or Felix and Woojin appearing out of nowhere because ‘your wifi is better than the dorm’s’; it didn’t feel like anyone lived that and getting home to an empty apartment fucking sucked. So yeah, you couldn’t go home, and you simply didn’t want to anymore. “I just can’t.”

“Y/N, what’s going on?” BamBam asks taking your pen away and turning your chair to him. “We all noticed. We all know. What’s up?”

And you just start crying, because you can’t hold it in anymore. You cry because your best friends are gone, because you are alone, because everything apparently depends on you and nothing you do is good enough. You cry because you want to, and it feels as if a weight is taken off your shoulders when you say “I can’t do this anymore.”

——————————

BamBam drops you at your apartment that same night; he promised Chan that he would watch out for you while they were away and he did his best, but in a situation like this, he felt like an idiot. He didn’t know what to do, so while you were in your office packing for the day, he calls Jisung, telling him to call you in about thirty minutes or so, when you’d be home alone. And this time, you can’t ignore it. You just can’t.

“Hey,” You croak, your voice tired and overused. 

“Hey,” He answers, brows furrowed and eyes low on his hands. “How are you?”

“BamBam called you didn’t he?” You ask with a humorless chuckle. You’re embarrassed really, it was stupid of you to not go talk to him in the first place. When your boyfriend nods, you nod with him, defeated and feeling like you might cry again. “I’m sorry, Jisung. I’m so sorry…”

“You’re scaring me,” He says, and you nod again. “What happened?”

“I just-“ You sob, tears falling out of your control, and you want to punch yourself when you see the desperate look on his face. “I just miss you so much and I-I don’t think I can do this…”

“Do what?” He sighs, frustrated. 

“This, Jisung!” You shout, grabbing your hair and pulling it back, finding relief on the sting on your scalp. “Us. This. You there, and me here. It’s killing me!”

“W-What?” He whispers, and you notice the wet glint in his eyes. Great, now you made the love of your life cry. “Y/N, don’t say that!”

“But it’s true…” You choke out. “I miss you so damn much I can’t even come home. The agency is talking about firing me because I haven’t been the same since you were gone, and honestly, Jisungie, neither have we. We don’t talk anymore. We barely text, and when we see each other– on a screen, I might add– we fight. And it’s not your fault babe, really, it’s your job and I’m so damn proud of you for getting there, but it’s my job too, and I’m almost losing it. I’m about to lose it for real.”

“But we promised,” He says and his voice is strong. “We promised to fight until the end."

“I think this might just be the end of me,” You whisper, crying. “I don’t want to, believe me! I love you so much, but I don’t know what else to do!”

“We can fix this,” He vowels, grabbing the screen with his hands and bring it closer to his face. “I love you. We can fix this.”

“Can we?”

“Yes,” He says and he sounds so sure, so decided, that you nod. You believe him, and you allow him to guide you when you feel vulnerable. “I wish you had talked to me before, love…”

“I’m sorry,” You whisper looking down in shame. “I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Then leave it to me,” He says and you see his hand touching the screen of his computer. “Trust me to help you when you can’t help yourself anymore, Y/N. Please.”

“Okay,” You breath deeply. “I trust you. But you have to trust me too. This is a two way street, Jisung.”

“I do,” He smiles, relived. “I trust you with all my heart even though you almost broke up with me just now…”

“Stop it!” You whine. “I sounded like it was the best thing for the both of us.”

“Being away from you will never be the best thing for me, Y/N. Get that through your thick head.”

You laugh, the first true one in weeks. “Okay okay, I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” He whines. “I’m not leaving you even if you beg me to. Now tell me everything that’s bothering you.”

“Jisung, no,” You sigh, blushing. “You have problems too, I am sure, you don’t nee-“

“If we’re going to make this work, babe,” He says with a sad smile. “We have to communicate better. That’s the hardest part, love, but we can do this… come on, tell me everything.”

And you do; you talk about sleeping alone, and not being able to write, and about hatting one of your bosses (whom he hates too) and the conversation goes for hours. He tells you about being alone too, even though he has his eight member by his side, and how he wished you’d be more open with him. He talks about the concerts that don’t feel the same without waiting for him backstage and you talk about coming home to an empty space. Both of you finally talk, and it great and amazing, but once he’s gone, and you’re alone again, and silence takes over the room, you start wondering if things will really change. 

The doorbell wakes you up before your alarm, and you swear that you could kill anyone that early in the morning. You know it’s not Jisung trying to surprise you because he still has two concerts left before coming home, so you scream random words and try to go back to sleep. But then you hear the noise of the door closing, a subtle slam, but enough to alarm you. Were you getting robbed? 

As silently as your sleep deprived body could, you tiptoe to hide yourself behind the door of your room; and it was the perfect timing, because as soon as you rest your back on the wall, the door opens slowly, and a man comes in. He walks to your bed, and just as he is leaning forward to look for you in the mess of fluffy blankets, you kick him in the butt, pushing his body forward and locking him in place by his arms. 

“What the fuck?” They shout, and as his face turns to the side to look at you, you recognize some facial features. 

“What the-“ You let him go, walking to your nightstand and putting your glasses on. “BamBam, care to explain why you sneaked into my house?”

“Hm, care to explain how you know how to immobilize people?” He groans back, sitting down while massaging his shoulder.

“To protect myself when people sneak into my house.” You deadpan, still waiting for an explication. 

“Jisung called me last night,” Your friend says. “He told me to come get you and take you to get coffee on the way to work.”

You were surprised. He listened, you thought with a small smile. He listened to me.

“I’ll get dressed really quick and we’ll go,” You squeal in happiness. 

On the way to the coffee shop, you two pass by the florist that Jisung usually went. He is waiting outside for you, with a handful of daisies. 

“For the beautiful lady,” He says, smiling from ear to ear. “Your boyfriend called and told me to give these to you when he’s away.”

“Wha-“ You can’t even finish your sentence. You feel tears coming to your eyes as you hug the bouquet. You hear a snap coming from your right side and you assume BamBam just took a picture of you for your boyfriend, but you couldn’t care less.

Things are finally getting back to normal, you think. I hope I do too.

At work, everything went perfectly. You managed to deliver projects that had been late for weeks and you got all contracts signed and sent back in time. You wrote two new songs for the new girl band, Itzy, and got the schedule ready for Jus2. All that and you even managed to leave the office early, in time to your once again scheduled calls with Jisung. Truth was that you planned on having the surprise ready way earlier, but job and relationship and house and every single other problem got in the way. You felt that you were finally ready to tell the world that you are in love– and had been for two years– with the one and only Han Jisung. You were back at it full force and nothing could stop you. 

This was the mental state you were for a week. A whole week solely focused on work and Jisung. You had three songs ready, and you needed only one or two more for a mini album. That was the way you chose to tell everyone about you two; a collaboration of your talents and voices. It would be epic, and thankfully, it was already approved by the higher ups. Sometimes you felt as if it was unfair, for you to work alone on it when it would clearly influence you two immensely; you felt as if it was unfair to him, sure that if he knew about it, he’d want to participate on the making of the songs, not only the recording. But you also knew that he would be incredibly proud and happy and that that would override the fact that you hid this from him for so long.

It was almost 8PM now, and you were still at the company, trying to write just one more song for him, for both of you, but you were stuck in a line that you weren’t sure should be sang by you or him. So you went from the top, singing everything to try and come up with something for that ending. 

You are my blue, as always

You are my blue, filled with longing

It's beautiful

You closed your eyes, singing it by heart; you could almost see him, with his beautiful smile with that one slightly crooked tooth that he hated so much, but you thought it was endearing, looking at you with smily eyes, the type that express all of his fondness for you– of you. And then he’d come closer, chuckling a bit– ah yes, you could hear it, that slow, aired laugh he had, that made your heart go boom boom. 

Love, that which resembles you

My day is still here

A labyrinth full of you, one step further

An exceptionally deep sigh

And now his hands would touch your waist, swaying his body with yours. You felt it; the warmth of his callused hands, the delicacy of his slim fingers on your skin. He was right there. With you. And then, the lines that were missing come, his voice echoing in the small studio.

Slowly flowing through the breath

I think you are, you are my blue

As always, you are my blue

Filled with longing

It's beautiful

“Hello, love.”

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“Remember,” His voice is the first thing you hear in the morning when you wake up, and you love him, you really do, but this was too much. “When you wanted to break up?”

“Jisung,” You mumble with a hoarse voice, hiding under your pillow. “That was two years ago and it’s 8 in the morning…”

“Still,” He chuckles and you start counting to ten. “I’m proud of us.”

You stop at 6 and peek at him, hair all over you face and marks of the pillowcase on your forehead. 

“What?” He asks, wide eyes and innocent smile. He was definitely hiding something. Sighing, you accept the fact that you won’t be able to sleep anymore and you try to make yourself presentable. “Stop it, you look beautiful anyways.”

“Or so you say,” You mock and put your hair up in a bun. “What is it? Why are you being all sentimental this early in the morning?”

He squints his eyes at you and scoffs, moving his body closer to yours and caging you with his arms and legs. He was an extreme cuddler, and you weren’t complaining. You laid your head on his shirtless chest, his t-shirt, as always, tossed somewhere in the room because he feels hot at night even though snow accumulated on your windowsill. 

“What?” You groan when he starts squirming. “Jisung, what is it?”

“You really don’t know?” He gasps. “I’m offended, Y/N, really!”

“Babe, I might know later in the day,” You whine, hugging him closer to you. “But it’s too early now!”

“Now I know how Chan hyung’s fiancé felt last month,” He mumbled.

“Jisung what are you talking about?” You sigh, deciding to move on top of him. You move your body so that it’s laying on top of his, your chin propped on his chest so you could look at his handsome face. Oh god, you were so in love with this man.

“Y/N!” He laughs once you poked his right side.

“Tell me.” You demand.

“You should know!” He tried to squirm away from your poking, but he fails. You keep going at it until he loses his patience and rolls you two around, trapping you under him. 

“Babe-“ You try to get away but you can’t. He holds you in place, eyes on yours, noses touching, and smiling mouth kissing all over your face. 

“I can’t believe I married you,” He chuckles and it finally clicks. “Happy anniversary babe. It has now been two full years since we released our album and got married. I love you.”

“I knew,” You try to look serious, but even you can’t hold your laughter. “I knew! I promise I didn’t forget our anniversary!”

“Y/N,” He laughs. “You forget your own birthday.”

“…I love you?” You say, smiling sheepishly.

“Much better.”

[i-cant-feel-my-eyebrows]

Silent Scream | Chapter 5

Characters: OC (Evelynn Wayne nee Blair), Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Cassandra Cain

Tagged: @writersfailure​ @mccnrod Let me know if you’d like to be tagged for future updates of Silent Scream!

The next morning when Evelynn woke up she much more sluggish than usual, most likely due to the fact that she had stayed up much later than she usually would have. Literally rolling out of bed she hit the floor with a muted thud, however it was loud enough to alert the youngest son of the manor. The door was quietly opened before it being pushed fully open by an excited Titus.

Trotting up to her Titus gave a small nuzzle against her causing her to reach up and settle for a weak neck hug. “Good morning, little sister.” Damian greeted her, kneeling down to pat her head and pick her up. Letting out a small noise she nuzzled against him, head resting just under his chin as she rubbed her eyes. “Are you still tired? You can go back to sleep if you’d like.” He told her, gesturing to her bed. Shaking her head she signed, “Hungry.” and that was more than enough for Damian to walk her to the bathroom so she could get ready for breakfast. 

Waiting outside her room he watched her waddle out of her room. Looking up at him she raised her hands up, wanting to be picked up. With a small smile he complied and picked her up, all while she was looking and waving at Titus who barked back with just as much enthusiasm. “I think Pennyworth is making waffles today, do you think you’ll be able to cut them properly?” He asked as he walked down the stairs. 

Scratching her cheek she let out a small hum before shrugging. With a small chuckle he ruffled her hair and set her down in her seat. “If you need help let me know.” He told her quietly before taking his seat beside her. Soon after settling in Evelynn heard a loud yawn and the dragging of feet coming from the entrance of the kitchen. “‘Morning…” Tim sighed while rubbing his eyes. “...Tim!” Evelynn managed to squeak out, her voice a little tense from her trying to talk during the party yesterday. 

Hearing her voice was enough to wash away some fatigue from him as he kneeled down to give her an eskimo kiss, much to her amusement. “Good morning, Evy.” He told her while brushing her fringe back, leaning into her awaiting arms for a nice good morning hug. Standing back up he took his seat on the other side of her while she watched Alfred place some small waffles in front of her. “P-Pop-pop!” She wheezed out, coughing a bit. She was really straining her voice now. 

“Good morning, but please try to conserve your voice, we wouldn’t want you getting sick now would we?” He offered her a warm smile while holding a hand to her forehead just to be sure she wasn’t running a fever. Giggling she placed both hands on top of his and rubbed her head into his palm. “Make sure to drink plenty of water today.” He told her before moving to get everyone else’s breakfast. Soon her older sister and father walked in, to which she tried to greet but only let out a small squeak, cough and an annoyed huff.

*****

For the rest of the day the people of the manor were growing concerned for the little Wayne. She wasn’t talking, or even attempting to do so, yet she was still having a fit of dry coughs, wheezing and even gasping for air at times. She always shook off their concerned gazes with a tight smile, even drinking water in front of them just to ease their nerves, if only just slightly. However all red flags were raised when Jason decided to stop by for a visit.

“Hey there, kid.” He smiled down at her. Her reaction was a bit late but she gave him a tired smile nonetheless. Waving she walked over to him but stopped when another coughing fit hit, only this time when she pulled her hands back a small trail of blood was seen from her lips, flicks of it on her hand. “Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on?” He asked as he quickly leaned down to scoop her into his arms. Leaning against his chest she shook her head, but it was easily ignored over the fact of her strained breathing. “Alfred!” Jason called out for the butler who came rushing in, a look of shock across his face as he saw how pained her face was.

Quickly taking her he rushed into a small med bay they had and placed her onto a bed. Evelynn grabbed painfully on the fabric of her shirt, now that she knew that they were gonna tend to her she felt no need to pretend that she wasn’t hurting. Letting out a pained whimper her face twisted in agony as she wheezed. Placing a hand on her forehead Evelynn looked up at Jason. She felt guilty. He looked so sad and worried and it was her fault. “I’m sorry.” She signed shakily while looking up at her older brother with glistening eyes. 

“D-Don’t worry, Evy. We’re gonna get you better okay?” He told her with a shaky smile, a large hand moving to push her hair back to press a kiss against her forehead. “We’ll get you better, and then I’ll come around more often for you. How does that sound?” He asked he, his heart clenched at the sight of her eyes lighting up at the idea of getting to spend more time with him. “Not only that, I’ll get Dick to come in too, get the whole family together.” He shakily promised her as he watched her wheezing become louder, her eyes more droopy, yet she still managed to smile and nod at him.

“We’ll do all of that, so make sure you get better okay?” He muttered, holding her small hand to his chest. Nodding once again she let out a pained groan, tears welling up in the corner of her eyes as she coughed once more. Alfred quickly covered her mouth with a tissue, fear covering his features when he noticed that it had small flecks of blood on it. Curling into herself Jason and Alfred both groaned in a slight pain. Looking back her they noticed a small red ring pulsing around her. “T-This is like when we first got her.” Jason gasped, a hand clenching just above his heart. The pulsing getting stronger and more painful each time Evelynn whimpered. 

“We need to sedate her, at the very least we can keep her from feeling any pain.” Alfred told Jason before doing just as he said. As Evelynn was put to sleep the pulsing stopped having the two men let out a shaky breath. Leaning back they turned their heads to see Tim, Damian and Cassandra, both with a look of concern on their faces. “What’s going on?” Damian asked, rushing down to see his little sister, relaxed but with small streaks of blood. “Alfred, Jay, what’s going on?” Tim asked in a slightly relaxed voice to keep everyone from exploding.

“I-I don’t know. She was running up to me and the next thing I know…” He trailed off, scared eyes once again trailing back to his little sister who still seemed to be taking in shallow breaths. Nodding Tim looked at his little sister, concern written all over his face before he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning the brothers all looked at their sister who, despite having a worried look, still remained calm. She pointed for the exit and gestured for them to follow her. She hadn’t said anything but they could all agree that it would be better for them to step out and not bother Alfred while he worked. They needed to call in Dick to let him know, definitely Bruce too. All the siblings could hope for was that their sister would pull through, or that at least they would be able to find out what’s wrong.

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99 Question Tag

okay okay I know i got tagged to do this like a month ago on my main blog by @santonicababy iM SORRY LIN ILY BUT THIS WAS SO DAMN LONG

1) DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED

I sleep in the room where everybodies closets are and they all gotta be closed goddamn do you know how spooky it is to even have one open during the night

2) DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS

my parents do, but alas I don't use them in case they have silicones or sulphates in them because I got a whole lotta curls to protect

3)DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?

if this refers to the sheet protecting the mattress, then my answer is in because how the fuck would you be able to sleep with that moving around???

4) HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE

NO SORRY IM BORING

5)DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST IT NOTES

heck yeah, but for random shit

6) DO YOU EVER CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM

nee my parents are fancy fuckers who use the coupons on their phone (our local supermarket has a damn app skskksksk)

7) WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES

a bear because its one giant son of a bitch and not millions of tiny motherfuckers and also I've never been stung by a bee and intend to keep it that way because majority of my family seem to be allergic

8) DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES

nope! I have a couple beauty spots on my hands and face but thats kinda it

9) DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES

not really but if I've been told to smile then its 200% dead inside

10) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE

i find many things annoying

11)DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK

only when i go up and down stairs, but i also try to make sure i step with each foot equally (if that makes sense) and i step on only certain colour tiles when im bored

12) HAVE YOU EVER PEED IN THE WOODS

the real question is have i ever been in the woods? both answers are no

13) HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS

refer to question 12

14)ummmm idk what this question is meant to be curse you Lin

15)DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS

nope, the idea weirds me out

16) HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK

none, this week and in general

17) WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED

one person and a long yet smol doggo size

18) WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK

Eddie from the Rocky Horror Picture Show has been stuck in my head for the whole week so yeah i guess that

19)IS IT OKAY FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK

HeLL YEAH DUDE HAVE YOU SEEN RAMI MALEK IN PINK

SKSKSKSKS END MY LIFE

but yeah, anyone can wear anything they want to wear (although a suit made out of meat might not be wise)

20) DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS

dudeeeee scooby doo and tom and jerry are my jam I watch them on the regular (among other things)

21)WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE MOVIE

uhhm idkkkkk I tend to repress bad movies sksksk

22)WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME

idk shove it in the closet ig at least it will be hidden behind my sexuality

23)WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER

I usually only drink before or after but ig water??? cooldrink if I'm in a restaurant

24)WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN

depends on the nug

25)WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD

How dare you assume i only have one favourite

tbh it depends cos i love pizza and pasta and stuff but then i cannot live with my granny's curries ksksmks

26) WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE

borhap, sing street, rhps, the natm movies, the harry potter movies, any mcu movies

27)LAST PERSON YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU

ahhahahahahahha bold of you to assume anyone wants to do that

28) WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT

nope but I was a catrobat which is basically my preschools acrobatics team that was actually really terrible

29)WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE

nahh m8

30) WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER

this week for a transactional task at school (It was in Afrikaans and I got a C skskskks)

31)CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL IN A CAR

omg no

32)EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET

not old enough to drive!

33)EVER RAN OUT OF GAS

my parents never have for as long as i can remember

34)WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE KINDA SANDWHICH

cheese because I am actually John Deacon

35)BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST

MUFFINS!!!!

36)WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME

school nights its 11pm otherwise i dont have one lol

37)ARE YOU LAZY

YES BUT MY LAZINESS MAKES ME ANXIOUS OOF

38)WHEN YOU WERE A KID WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN

we dont celebrate that here but i rly want to it seems fun!

39)WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN

Ram, which is really cool because im an Aries, so I'm sheep squared

40)HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK

English, Afrikaans (at a basic highschool level), I could speak very vERY basic isiZulu when I was younger but I'm not sure about now, I know a bit of French and Telugu, and I'm gonna start learning Hindi soon!!

41) DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS

nee

42) WHICH ARE BETTER, LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS

i didn't play much with legos and i have no idea what the second one is rip

43)ARE YOU STUBBORN

to an extent

44)WHO IS BETTER, LENO OR LETTERMAN

I kept reading Leno as Lenin ffs

45)EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS

I watch them occasionally with my granny, but I don't keep up with them very well (Kasamh Se is my shit tho)

46)ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS

no, im afraid of falling in general tho

47) DO YOU SING IN THE CAR

My dad and I bop frequently to Never Gonna Give You Up in the car, and also classic bollywood songs (we have even learnt the choreography for some)

48)DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER

i perform

49) DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR

well theres not exactly much space

50)EVER USED A GUN

nope

51)LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER

not sure

52)DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY

most are but thats why i like them

53) IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL

we don't celebrate because we're not Christian (we still eat a lot and exchange presents tho), but it can get stressful if we have to visit extended family, mostly because my extended family loves to insult everything about me so thats great!

54)EVER EAT A PIEROGI

not i good sir

55) FAVOURITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE

never had one, it doesnt appeal to me

56) OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID

a vet

57)DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS

i am a ghost

58)EVER HAD A DEJA-VU FEELING

not that i remember

59)DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY

yes, I take a multi vitamin, a vitamin D pill because I'm vitamin D deficient, and im not sure if this is a vitamin or not but i take evening primrose oil so that im not outwardly a bitch due to pms

60)DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS

i wear slipper socks, because my doggo got jealous of my doggie slippers and murdered them in cold blood

61)DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE

i have one and rarely use it because i forget it exists

62)WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED

a random shirt and pants, though ive been known to kick pants off (ive been doing that since birth), occasionally i manage to get the matching pj set

63)WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT

ive unfortunately never been to a concert before

64)WALMART TARGET OR KMART

ive never seen any of these stores in my country

65)NIKE OR ADIDAS

i own neither

66) CHEETOS OR FRITOS

neither

67)PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS

Peanuts because thats my doggos name!

68) EVER HEARD OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN

no sorry

69)EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS

i went to a bhangra class for about a year, and we performed for our parents at the end of that year (i was in one of the few groups that didnt have to dance in lehengas thank goodness)

70)IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE

YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING

probably something creative, but I don't mind as long as they're happy with what they're doing and its not harming others!

71)CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE

yep

72)EVER WON A SPELLING BEE

never entered one, having to spell out loud makes me anxious

73)HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY

i think so

74)OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS

nope

75)OWN A RECORD PLAYER

i wish

76)DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE

my granny burns incense while I'm at school because my mom and i both get really sick when its just been lit and the smell is strong. Going to the temple is a damn nightmare because of it

77)EVER BEEN IN LOVE

no, too busy fangirling

78)WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT

oof a long list

Queen, Twenty One Pilots, Waterparks, Frank Iero and the Future Violents (ffs fronk stop changin the name), Panic! at the Disco...to name a few

79)WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW

refer to question 63

80)HOT TEA OR COLD TEA

both

81)TEA OR COFFEE

coffee

82)SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES

sugar cookies

83)CAN YOU SWIM WELL

i wouldn't drown, but im no professional either

84)CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE

im doing it right now

85)ARE YOU PATIENT

eh

86)DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING

I've only ever been to Hindi,Tamil and Telugu weddings and lemme tell you 90% of the time bands flop at those weddings because they can't sing the classics without failing miserably, so DJs are generally better. However, in that case, if a band can perform those songs, then I'd prefer a band ig

87)EVER WON A CONTEST

yep, a couple of reading contests

88)HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY

nope, not planning on it

89)WHICH ARE BETTER, BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES

dont like olives rip

90)CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET

i can knit!

in fact, my friends and i are so cool that we're in our schools knitting club (which besides myself, @grandfunnyemopainter and @imjustabruh , only has 2 other members)

91)BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE

lounge or study/library

92)DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED

i guess, its not on my goal list tho

93)IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED

no

94)WHO WAS YOUR HIGHSCHOOL CRUSH

currently in highschool, and in love with the borhap cast, sebastian stan, stephanie beatriz and band members (theres more but yeah)

95)DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY

nope, i have only two ways to deal, be a total pushover or a total bitch

96)DO YOU HAVE KIDS

nope

97)DO YOU WANT KIDS

kind of undecided, but i do want more pets

98)WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR

Dark Blue

99)DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW

my dog, shes been ignoring me for about four hours now because I stayed at school for an extra hour (for knitting club!)

@softspaceboibrian @roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg @im-inlovewithmycar do it cowards

[kikithedeceiver]

ayano-neechan

Spell a character’s name in my askbox and I’ll tell you my headcanons…

(I’ll just do Ayano, not the nee-chan)

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

I think Home Economics. You know, to cook something nice for her family and maybe something sweet with her friend chocolates for Valentine’s Day

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to?

“Is what I’m doing right as the Onee-chan?“

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

Answered

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

I say toasts and cereal so then she can do the I AM LATE while eating toast in her mouth

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out?

…

OuO

Kido dead

Kano dead

Seto dead

Mum dead

Dad dead

Mary the centre of it all

She couldn’t kill her when she had the chance

Clearing Eyes Snake being the son of a d*ck he is

Also!

Haruka dead

Takane dead

Shintaro’s sister dead

Shintaro’s sister’s friends dead

SHINTARO DEAD

[veritas-roleplay]

ABIGAIL BONES ( nee NORTON ) ♦︎ HUFFLEPUFF ALUMNA ♦︎ NEUTRAL ♦︎ FC: NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO ♦︎ TAKEN

B I O G R A P H Y :

As a small child, Abigail thought she was a princess, and her mother a beautiful queen, all part of the happily ever after at the end of a fairytale. But even though they got along quite well, the match between Claudia Ellery-Norton, passionate, gregarious, and a touch whimsical, and Martin Norton, determined, reserved, and nothing if not level-headed, was a loveless one. Beatrice Norton, who lived with her son and his family, had arranged the match hoping the rising star would lend a touch of glamour to the Norton name, and thus give them a leg up in social circles, but was never particularly attached to her daughter-in-law. So when Claudia died, while she was publicly mourned to the pinnacle of politeness that the high society (which the Nortons were almost a part of) demanded, no one grieved her but her 6 year old daughter. This led Abigail to the mistaken but inevitable conclusion that she felt all things more deeply than normal people, and she was best just to keep it all to herself.

After Claudia’s death, Beatrice took over as Abigail’s mother-figure and began shaping her into the society wife Beatrice had no doubt she would one day be. As far as Beatrice was concerned Abigail showed every sign of being a polite, practical, and proper Norton to her core, and this combined with the beauty, inherited from Claudia, that Abigail was already starting to show, would be the family’s ticket to breaking into Wizarding Society once and for all. The only thing that could stop Beatrice’s plan was the only secret Claudia had ever kept from her family, Abigail had yet to show any signs of magic. Claudia’s solution to this problem and been to let it be, confident that Abigail would come into her magic at her own time in her own way. Beatrice’s solution was considerably more active, setting traps and tricks hoping to bully Abigail’s magic to the surface.  When Abigail jumped off the roof, Martin finally put his foot down, banning all attempts to spark his daughter’s magic. He said, if she was a squib, she was a squib, and there was no changing it. Martin was wrong on one count, though, because Abigail wasn’t a squib, and the letter that proved it arrived promptly on her 11th birthday.

For most of her early years, just getting a Hogwarts letter had seemed like almost too much to hope for to Abigail, and after she got it, all that mattered was that she be sorted into Ravenclaw, like her mother. Instead, the hat put her in Hufflepuff, hoping that being with other children who had just as much potential for kindness and compassion as she did would help Abigail grow into the good hearted person she could be. It didn’t work. If anything, the plan backfired, as Abigail’s anger led to her resolve to be the least Hufflepuff student to ever actually be in Hufflepuff. She would not be nice, she would not be helpful, she would not be loyal to any high-minded Hufflepuff ideals. Instead, Abigail aligned herself with the sort of upper class Slytherins she knew her grandmother would approve of, and poured all of her considerable drive into being the kind of girl that her schoolfellows would admire, or at least fear. For a while, everything worked out for Abigail. She performed, if not spectacularly, then well in her classes. She had, if not close friends, then strong allies. She was, if not strictly in love with her boyfriend, then prepared to enter a partnership with him when the time came. Best of all, most days she was able to dismiss the ache of wanting more as simply missing her mother and summarily ignore it.

Things started to change on Abigail’s 17th birthday, when she came into her inheritance. Claudia’s death had been unexpected, but she’d still had a will, largely perfunctury, but the contents of her writing desk were left to Abigail and, per Martin’s decision, laid aside until she came of age. The bulky parcel arrived promptly in the middle of breakfast, and, once she realized what exactly it was, Abigail spent the rest of the morning sorting through it. Much of it was ultimately classified as trash, the natural detritus of a woman in the midst of her life, but Abigail handled every broken quill, every scrap of a crossed out, almost note with the utmost reverence. Once she was done, Abigail was left with a collection of journals, the latest one barely a quarter full, stationary she remembered watching her mother write thank you notes on as a child, and a bundle of letters, tied with a girlish ribbon and worn in ways that spoke of frequent rereads. Initially, Abigail thought they were love letters from her father, the naive assumption of a girl who, despite her own protests, still desperately wanted to believe in fairytales. But as the months passed and Abigail read and reread the letters it became impossible to deny that this was not the case.

Every girl must face a moment when she realizes, irrevocably, that her mother is a flesh and blood woman, human and fallible, with a life and thoughts and dreams that have nothing to do with them. Claudia’s death postponed this moment for Abigail, but the reality came crashing in as Abigail worked her way through the letters, which were from the three years prior to Claudia and Martin’s wedding, and her mother’s journals, which spanned the entirety of the Nortons’ marriage. The understanding that Claudia had been in love with someone else before she married Martin and, if her journals were any indication, continued to love him long after she wed another man, shook Abigail to her core. Worse still was the pervasive sadness in Claudia’s journals that only lifted when she wrote about Abigail, and the unavoidable theme of deep regret and dissatisfaction with her marriage. Claudia had entered an arranged marriage for the good of her family, something Abigail had been trained to do by her grandmother from a young age, and regretted it. Abigail became determined not to make the same mistake.

She set her sights on love, but what she found instead was a volatile relationship equally full of fights as it was good times. She thought she was doing what her mother would have wanted her to do, following her heart, but really, she was throwing herself head first into the hands of a man who made her heart beat faster out of fear as much as any other reason. She planned to run away with him, to elope right after she graduated, and was one again saved from a life she didn’t truly want by the arrival of a package, smaller this time, from the executor of her mother’s will. It contained only a letter, one that had been separated from the rest of the contents of Claudia’s desk and lost for a time. It was sealed but unaddressed and yet written on stationary that was unmistakably Claudia’s, a last letter to the man she’d loved as a girl, written around the time Abigail was 5. The contents of the letter, which was still a love letter despite the time and distance that had separated Claudia and her mystery man, was enough to give Abigail pause, and the fight resulting from her newfound reluctance to elope was enough to drive her to sever ties completely.

Months went by and Abigail drifted, unsure of what to do with herself or even who to be, and unwilling to go to anyone in her family for guidance. She might have drifted straight into a sensible, arranged marriage of Beatrice’s design were it not for Martin who, despite being a distant and uninvolved father overall, did in fact care about his daughter’s well being and, sensing that something was wrong, though he couldn’t tell what, made tentative overtures to bring Abigail into the family business. It didn’t take long to suss out that the design and manufacturing of custom racing brooms for NQL teams was not Abigail’s cup of tea, but working toward something again, and most importantly something that had nothing to do with any kind of marriage, sparked something in Abigail and she remembered a time, long ago, when she’d wanted to be a mediwitch. With nothing better to do and her father’s support, Abigail set off for London to achieve her childhood dream, and hopefully find herself along the way.

D E T A I L S :

☛ CANON INFORMATION : [ mother of Susan Bones ]

☛ AFFILIATION : neutral

☛ BLOOD STATUS : halfblood

☛ AGE : 21

☛ FORMER HOUSE : Hufflepuff

☛ TRAITS :

     Positives : confident / unapologetic / curious

     Negatives : uncreative / aloof / defensive

☛ OCCUPATION : Mediwitch-in-training

C O N N E C T I O N S :

AMELIA BONES, GWENOG JONES, MERWYN FINWICK : close friends

CHARLES BONES : husband, teases

EVAN ROSIER : former flame, distant

GRETA CATCHLOVE, BREVIS BIRCH, WILDA GRIFFITHS : defensive around

OTTO BAGMAN : used to tutor her, finds amusing

LUDO BAGMAN, FENRIR GREYBACK, CORNELIUS FUDGE : thinks they’re arrogant

[thedisasterboys]

About Asher

LEGAL NAME: Asher James Owen NICKNAME[S]: Ash, Lee, sunshine (by his uncle) DATE OF BIRTH: September 17, 1966 GENDER | SPECIES: Trans Male | Human. PLACE OF BIRTH: Hawkins, Indiana CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Detroit, Michigan SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English. EDUCATION: College Student, studying psychology. OCCUPATION: Works at Baskin Robbins CRIMINAL RECORD: None.  DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes | No | No LIKE[S]: Waffles, Pancakes and breakfast foods in general, fruit like pineaple and watermelon, people validating his identity, his family, his friends,flirting, videogames, reading, comic books and fandom. DISLIKE[S]: Dude bros like chad, people calling him by his birth name or invalidating him, queerphobia, people who don’t like waffles, snakes, men who think with their dicks,  FEAR[S]: Being a failure, being outed, not being able to live his life. disappointing his uncle or mother, losing the stability he has in life. PERSONALITY TRAITS: Outgoing, friendly, dork, nerdy, intelligent, open, cinnamon roll, chaotic dumbass, tends to let his mouth run a mile a minute.

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIR COLOR: Dark brown - Black (depending on light) EYE COLOR: Hazel HEIGHT:  5′4 feet WEIGHT: 175 lbs.  TATTOOS: Sleeve of birds on his right arm (owls, eagles, seagulls, and doves), a sun on his left pec and the star trek symbol on his left shoulder.

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: Michael, Graden, Laura (all younger) PARENT[S]: Darleen Owen - nee Hopper (mother), Steve Owen (Father) CHILDREN: None. PETS[S]: An orange cat named Garfield

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Bisexual, Aromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS:  single

{ M E D I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

MEDICAL HISTORY (depends on rp) :  Transgender man who’s had top surgery and a hysterectomy. Currently on Hrt since he was 18.

{ P S Y C H I A T R I C  I N F O R M A T I O N }

PSYCHIATRIC HISTORY: ADD, RSD, Borders on the spectrum, Sensory overload problems, Dyslexia, Dyscalculia.

{ B A C K G R O U N D }

Born in Hawkins, Indiana to a teenage mother and a much older father, Asher had a bit of a rough start. His father never really wanted him but also couldn’t abandon the girl he got pregnant since her brother was a police officer. Thankfully that meant Asher also had someone in his court from the very beginning. Asher identified as a boy from a young age and kept reminding others around him of it. As a result, he was bullied, shut out by his brothers and father and pretty much isolated.

His mother was always supportive of him though and kept him going for most days. His uncle Jim tried to be as supportive as he could be, but Asher could always tell that it was difficult for him. Still, he appreciated the effort.

At the age of eighteen, he moved away from Hawkins and went to Detroit where he started his transition, started college and is now living his life as best as he can with his cat Garfield.

[yumenosakiacademy]

metr0con 2019 thursday diary

Cosplayed: tsuka-sa suou, summer uniform, w my burger king crown n my leo sign. Breakfast: ramen. Snack: none, but i did bring a package of poptarts.

This is for future me, so i’d prefer if ya didnt read but i mean. w/e.

Okay so.. I had a crappy morning and I only slept for 2 hours BUT! Con tiiiime! I got there and arrived at the hetalia panel a few minutes late but that's okay, it wasn't by many. I remembered I asked sealand during truth or dare n he said dare n I asked him to reenact his favorite fortunate dance n he was like "oh I've been waiting for this" or smth and later, I asked him how his gamer youtube channel was doing n america was like “oh dude i was ur 5th subscriber!!” n sealand was like “subscribe to me plss” n america was like “dont forget to like n subscribe. n receive notifications.” n someone dared canada to b as loud as america n she yelled when they said “be as loud as you were when u lost to russia in hockey”. at another part, someone asked america if she would rather never eat fast food again or save sealand from falling into a volcano n she hugged sealand n said “my lil bro!”. someone dared america to speak in proper english and she was all “oh pip pip cheerio” and mocking england haha

at the end of the panel, a girl came up to me n she said she liked my costume n i was like “!! r u into ES??” and they said “almost” or like. kinda or smth but they took my picture n i felt so happy gjhns

OKAY then i tried to go to the adventure t!me sing-along n q+a panel but they only did truth or dare for a few minutes n im not big into AT anyway so i wasnt rly having fun then they decided to start the singalong when they got the wifi working via someone turning on their hotspot but i had a bad throat so i just left the panel and then had abt 4 hrs to walk around! aw jeez, right?

while on my walk i saw a riku n got their pic n i was like “male idols unite hell yea” n we talked for a bit n they were talkin abt a boy idol series they had heard abt called dank!ra n i mentioned i had also heard abt that! i also came across someone who said they liked my costume or knew who i was (someone in a red beret) n we were talking abt ES n i was like “best boys go” n they said shu and i think keito n i was like “chiaki n mika.. theyre baby” n they were like “ryuse!ta! n rabitz r the most baby in ES” n i was like “oh dude those r my fav units.....” at some point, i saw kuro again!! i saw them but was too shy then later they spotted me as i walked past them n went “tsukasa!!” n i turned around n i was like “erin!!!” n i hugged them n the beret person was there too bc they were their friend apparently and kuro said they were just gonna b kuro for thursday (they were cosplaying summer uniform!kuro like they did in a previous yr) n they just wore it cuz they were hot n went “summer uniform solidarity” (bc i was summer uniform!tsukasa) n we fist bumped and i was digging around my shirt pocket to show them my souma keychain n they were like “oh dude u reaching into ur pocket reminded me i need to get smth from my pocket. i hav Fangs” n they put on costume fangs! eventually they started looking at jojo figures at the stall we were next to n we eventually parted.

at some point, the person running the itabag booth (theyre an ES fan, i kno. their site has ens-tars itabags in the examples gallery n they cosplayed ES last yr) saw me n went “ousama!” bc of my sign n i went over n they were like “guess what ia ctually got to meet arashis va last week” n i was like “RLY??” n they were showing me their arashi itabag n they were like “yea i got to shake his hand n everything aaa. n during his talk/panel (?) i kept showing off my arashi stuff as if to say “I LOVE ARASHI” n i was like “arashi is best knights member.. ara-nee............”

at some point my crown fell off while i was on the escalator? i tried to go back for it but it was gone in the Minute it took me to ride te up escalator? i assumed someone took it to wear but kenyan said someone mightve thrown it away..

i went to metro night live n it wasnt all that funny?? idk what to talk abt from it. they did a “luigi being a gamer” video series n one of them was him playing hotl!ne miami (not knowing it was violent) n he was like “ive never been to florida but i guess this is a game to simulate it!” n it said “proloogue: the metro” n he was like “oh like the convention!” n when the mask selection came up he was like “oh look we can even cosplay!” n he went thru the door n saw one of the mafia members n went “look! a congoer! hello- oh” n accidentaly shoved one of the guys down n he was like “can i help you up-” but then the character (jacket) smashed the guys head in w the button press n luigi went “....o-oh. uh-” and some of the other games were fortnite n he played a violent game n he was like “THERE IS NO GOD HERE NOW” or w/e. they also had an “Edgelords anonymous” skit in which reaper was a new member of the group but it ended w ruby r0se describing brutal ways to kill people (while listing em cheerily) n the others being disturbed n alucard ending the session.

at 7 i had nothing so i walked around. then when 8 hit, i was gonna go to Whose Line Is It Anime but apparently its time had been changed to 7 pm?? the 8 in “8:00-9:00 pm” was scribbled out in sharpie on the schedule board in front of the room n it said 7 pm but now that i think abt it.. i think they meant 7-9 pm. ....shit. oh god damn it. anyway i got sad n left then since it was kinda empty/slow bc it was nighttime, i sat down on a wall thing to open up my sougo plush keychain n some guy next to me started talking to me abt my nails and we got ot talking n apparently he had wanted to go to the dealers room but didnt kno they closed @ 8 n he was here w friend n only had a single day pass bc he had work the other days (his name was spencer) so he was just lounging and i suggested he tell his friends what he wanted n they get it for him if they hav weekend passes n asked if he knew abt the game room n he said no so i invited him to go play smash w me so we went but couldnt figure out how things worked bc there were many consoles n screens w games, but mosst had no controllers but it turns out u borrow the contollers w ur con pass! kenyan was there running the controller borrower table. he said “psst” bc he saw me n i ws like “kenyan!!!” n hugged him n he was like “hows ur weekend going dear” n i said not that great but only bc it was thursday! also my throat hurt” n he was like “did u drink?” n i was like “well.. i have water but..” n he was like “drink juice. it’ll help. that’s what ur dad wwould say” (he woukdnt) anyway we got our controllrs and started playg smash n i went, in order: joker, robin, chrom, bayonetta, greninja n he was teaching me how to play w the gamecube controller (im used to a wiimote) n he beat me every time but i had fun!

after that i was GONNA go to the v-ld panel but i looked inside while walking by n there werent many ppl so i said “okay lets go to the BB panel then. take a look” so i went in there n there were a TON of ppl anyway it was kind of boring bc im not big on murder mysteries n stuff but apparently someone solved it by saying ciel slipped n fell, no one murdered him. then they did the raffle n i didnt win but thats okay! most ppl left after the raffle ended n q+a started n i couldnt hear many ppls’ questions anyway so i was bored n thought of goint to the vl-d panel but ended up not but w/e! oh! also everyone received candy at the beginning of the panel n i ahd a mystery lollipop n it turned out to b birthday cake flavor! id never had that before. it was Good.

after that i was just wandering around n i called dad to startdriving there but the ciel i asked for a picture of, them n their friends were gawking at my nails ns tuff n one of the teens’ dads was like “how do ya pick ur nose w it??” but after that, as i was wandering around, the gundam id sen earlier that day saw me n waved n i said oh hi n went over n they (it was them n an izuru) were like “wanna hang out w us for a while?” so i was like “oh. shoot. id luv too but im waiting for my dad to pick me up” n theyw ere like “it’s okay we can just hang out til then, then, if ya’d like” so i hung out w them n the gundam was talking abt how earlier, a mukuro complimented them on their outfit n they returned the compliment n went to leave n the mukuro was like “uumm arent u gonna hang out w me? we’re from the same series n all” n they were like “not w that f***in attitude” n i was like “did ya rly say that?” n they were like “yea. ppl dont expect me ta hav attitude” n we also talked abt piercings n how i said they seemed cool n goth (the gundam had a nose ring n the izuru had a piercing near their mouth) but how it must hurt n they said it just feels like a pinch. at some point i roled over my bag so my sougo wouldnt get dirty n the izuru saw my rei button n mentioned smth abt only findin one rei button at the idol table n i was like “UR INTO ES???” n they were like “i just kno undead n a few other characters. like [points @ my leo sign] i kno him” n i went “he’s dumbass supreme” n the gundam was talking abt getting the rythm game n i was like “jut read the stories on the wiki the game is boring imo” n the izuru backed me up by saying it wasnt a rhythm game n a lil while later, i showed them the 2 cool rei cgs n i was like “big sexe” n they agreed but the izuru had said theyd seen the croassroads one i showed em (the first of the 2) n the gundam said they wnted to cosplay bloody banquet rei (the other cg i showed em) n the izuru said they wanted to cosplay them All gjhnsm i showed them ryu-seitai too n showed them undead n gundam showed an interest in adonis! we also talked abt k!n stuff n all that! im not gonna go into detail on that (esp bc it’s so late rn as im typing!) but gundam was like “i dont trust junko k!n. like, evreyone else, yea, but junko? no. or like, any other character that’s just so irredeemably shitty”. oh they also talked abt this one messy, ugly, tangly junko wig they found for $300 which shouldnt have been that much n it was just a mess of tangles. anyway t’s getting late oh gosh. anyway they said they’d b on the lookout for me tomorrow so we can say hi again! 

random fun fact: SO many ppl complimented my nails today gjhnsm

[rock-you-like-a-hurricxne]

There's suddenly a small child watching Makoto from around the corner. It seems she saw the kiss if the way her eyes locked onto the flustered woman was anything to go by. The grin on this child's face was nothing short of devious. "Mako-nee. What was that?" She doesn't even bother pulling herself from around the corner, watching intently from her new spot like some sort of teasing gargoyle.

S W E A T S.

In your sudden desperation compulsive action, you kinda forgot about this child. D-did she see that? You were trying your best over here to figure out WHY you did it in the first place, but…ha, now you had to deal with her. There was no side stepping it. Still didn’t mean she could try. Why couldn’t she sleep in like any other kid? …there was a mental note to be a little less careless with this one around.

What do you mean what was that? She didn’t know what you’re talking about.

‘…ah….I need to finish making breakfast.’

This is her response. Just gonna tear her forehead away from the front door and finish cooking….yep.