and this was fabulous

A Trade

The stars were starting to peek above the treetops as you ran. That was your mistake. 1.) running, and 2.) running at night. Especially tonight. Rings warned you against going out after dark, and yet, here you are. You don’t disobey Rings, no matter how strange her advice may sound. She Knows things. The Gentry were especially active under the inky black of a moonless night for whatever reason, and you are ultimately screwed. Something is moving just behind you, shifting in the shadows and slithering along rooftops, always in the corner of your eye, always out of sight. You feel for the washer at your neck, the one you got your first day at Elsewhere U, and it’s gone. No cold, hard, iron to protect you. How foolish. The Gentry will find you an especially pleasing snack; no pesky protections to thwart. But you keep running, trying to stay ahead of the living shadow on your heels. Needless to say, you’re too slow. A tall, lanky creature steps across your path, wrapping long, cold fingers around your jaw. A twitch of a muscle, and your feet no longer rest on the ground, held aloft by the ice cold grip around much of your neck and head. A smile gleams from high above you, teeth shining too bright to be reflecting starlight. You didn’t run fast enough.

And yet…. there’s something else. Something more than just a fool and the Gentry who caught a snack, something else hiding in the shadows. It feels… stronger, more powerful, than any fairfolk you’ve ever seen. A chill runs up your spine at the thought. What could it be? 

He steps out from a little alcove in the side of the science wing building. 

The faint light from the stars plays through his hair, which looks more like down feathers than actual hair. His face is a galaxy of freckles and scars, and amidst the chaos, two glowing golden orbs where his eyes should be. Pointy ears poke out from his not-hair, and a handmade, pink and red striped turtleneck bunches around his neck. You’ve seen this boy before, on campus. He never gives a name, just lets others choose what to call him. You’ve heard him called Stripes, Specks, and Goldie, but the general name most have given him is Sparrow. Somehow, it suits his bird - like features.


A simple address, and yet, the Fae that still holds you up in the air keeps adjusting its fingers, almost like a naughty student squirming under the gaze of an angry teacher. 

“I see you’ve found a little trinket?”

The Fae hisses something at Sparrow in its tounge. He smiles.

“You wont get much meat from that one. You’ve scared them too much.”

The Fae grumbles. Or, the Fae equivalent of a grumble echoes into your bones.

“Take me instead.“ Not an offer, a command.  

"I could teach you things.”

At this, the fingers curled around your throat suddenly pulse with an intense heat. It almost purrs in response, a wary, yet eager sound.

“Put the mortal down, then we can negotiate.”

The fingers around your neck loosen, and the ground flies up to kiss your cheek. 

“I meant set them on the ground, not drop them. They can be damaged, you know.”

Another grumble.

“So, what do you say?” Even in the dim light, I could see the not-quite-human smile of the not-quite-human boy shining as if it were midday. A slight movement, an offering of a deal.

The Gentry swooped forward, extending its too-long fingers eagerly to grab the boy’s outstretched hand.

“Just you? Okay then, I assume we’ll be discussing details…..elsewhere…” another smile, this one at his own shitty pun.

He looks over at you, and motions with his other hand to carry on, as this no longer concerns you. The gold in his eyes swirls and throbs with a power you’ve never seen, nor want to see ever again. A vow is given in those eyes, one of silence, and protection.

The last thing you remember before waking up in your bed the next morning is an explosion of color and sound as a pair of massive, tawny sparrow’s wings enveloped both the boy and the Fae in a flurry of feathers and pure light, and a carefree, not-quite human laugh ringing through the courtyard.

You haven’t seen the not-boy recently, but you now wear a gold washer emblazoned with a feather around your neck. You don’t know how it got there, but the Gentry seem to respect that more than they ever respected your iron washer.

I guess you know why he’s called Sparrow, now.

((This is my first ever writing submission to anything, so I hope you enjoy the read! I used a character of mine that I just thought would fit really well into this universe, and also using a pre-imagined character makes writing a little easier, so I kinda used that as a crutch? Idk, this was fun, and I am now all the more sleep deprived for it!))


不思議な隣人さん (Fushigi na tonari-san)

Kzentertainment has announced their next cd! Complete with totally legit cover art, courtesy of a certain someone 😚🌰

Synopsis (Paraphrased):

You, a newly-inducted member of adult society, are currently living alone in an old and narrow apartment downtown.

One night, after you’ve returned from work, you go to retrieve your laundry from the balcony, only to have the wind blow one of your towels away to your neighbor’s balcony. Your neighbor, who often heads out to his balcony to cool himself off, picks it up for you—but you realize that he has no shirt on!

While you were surprised at first, every time after that incident, you find yourself talking to him. And even though he’s little unusual, you eventually come to fall for this mysterious man…

CV: 切木Lee (Shingaki Tarusuke)

Release Date: May 19th, 2017.

Ok but listening to the traffic report and just imaging ghoul is doing something when he hears the “bad news from the zones”, not thinking much of it. They’re killjoys. Theres always bad news. Until he heard a familiar name, followed by another. Ones he had forgot werent with him right now. And he just runs from the diner, because Party had been outside and he just falls and grips Party’s jacket and just gasps out “Kobra and Jet” and Partys just like what and Ghoul drags him into the diner and he gets mad when he doesnt repeat it and he kicks the radio and partys like Ghoul no what the hell is going on and Ghoul explains and hes crying and Party just kinda. Sits there. And for a long time he just does that, and Ghouls getting mad because goddammit thats your brother, show some damn emotion, surely being a “joy hasnt desensitized you that much to death. And Party just. Grabs his ray gun. And Ghouls like  o h. And they go to leave when they hear a familiar rumble and they both look at eachother terrified that oh god, someone had taken the trans am, what if they got info from jet and kobra before they died. Either way, Ghoul just runs towards it and and the door opens and oh my god its Kobra and Ghoul is tackling him to the ground and Kobras like What. And ghouls like "are you dead are you fucking dead whats going on” and kobra explains he and jet got into some trouble with some ‘joys and others and Dr.D was doing them a favor and ghouls just like yOU FUCKING ASS

I’ve really been struggling with body issues as of late. I’m never sure if I should talk myself out of the negative feelings or just ignore them. And then when they come back again and again it becomes a real struggle. But taking photos like this one helps. Cause when I look at it I don’t worry about those things, but I just think about how pretty I look. And that’s a helpful start, I think. 

Hamilton as things people in my math tutoring class have said

Hamilton : i may have fucked up but thats just how i roll. 

Eliza : is there a target sign on my heart or something? honestly i feel so walmarted

Angelica : Girls just want to destroy the patriarchy and kill all men. 

Peggy : Sometimes people don’t tag me on instagram and I wonder if I even exist. 

Laurens : once my best friend asked me if i was gay and i kind of just ran away

Hercules : i am hardcore and a badass! *panting as they reach the top of the two steps of stairs*

Lafayette : yeah i speak french. baguette baguette bitch 

Jefferson : bitch I’m fabulous and my weave rock harder then dwayne johnson *wearing orange peels on head*

Madison : today i was going to wear a sweater, yeah. but i didnt. 

Washington : I may not be your father but you damn well better know that I- ooh are those grapes? 

Maria : what boyfriend? *laughs nervously*

Phillip : daddy im dead. pow pow. 

Burr : maybe if i just stare at the paper and not reveal my true intentions- the answer will appear.