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Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate: Sakamaki Shuu (Heaven 03)

(Today I felt like a change, I changed my hairstyle a little but…)

Shuu:

(It seems like Shuu-san hasn’t noticed, he’s listening to music like always…)

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Get To Know Me Tag

I was tagged by: @coffee-and-kpop
(Thank you so much by the way 😊)

Rules: answer the questions and then tag 20 blogs you want to get to know better:)
Nickname(s): I have quite a few. Lyssa/Lyss, Goochie/Gooch, Pumpkin, Toad, Cindy, Milly, Melyss, Mel(s). 
Gender: Female
Star Sign: Gemini ♊️
Height: 5′8
Time right now: 4:18am (as I’m typing this). 5:47am (when I’m finally ready to post it). 
Last thing I googled: how to reply to comment on tumblr (so they’re notified about it - I gave up before I found out though. Oh well). 
Favorite band: BTS, Coleman Hell, The Script, ACDC, Supertramp, Imagine Dragons, Hedley, (+others). 
Favorite solo artists: Adele, Ed Sheeran, Frank Sinatra, Jay Park, (+more that I can’t think of)
Song stuck in my head: Currently Mangú by Becky G (which I’m pretty sure I’m not even getting right because I don’t know Spanish but the beat definitely is catchy). Last movie I watched: Fast & Furious 6 / Furious 6 (currently on right now too, I’ve been sleeping with it on for pretty much the past week). 
Last tv show I watched: Well technically it was Criminal Minds however we own that on DVD, so the last TV show I watched was 2 Broke Girls. 
When I created my blog: I can’t remember. Last year sometime???
What kind of stuff do you post: KPOP (mainly BTS), Zodiac, Aesthetic Photos, MoodBoards, +Other Fandom Stuff & Shows I like. 
When did your blog reach its peak: Not there yet. 
Do you have any other blogs: Yeah one, but I don’t really use it. 
Do you get asks often: No, I’d like to though. 
Why you chose your url: I liked the sound/look of it. 
Following: A lot (2,144). 
Posts: 6,213
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff. 
Pokemon team: N/A. 
Favorite colors: Forest/Dark Green, Dark Shades of Blue, Periwinkle Blue, Pastel Colours, Shades of Grey (not a reference to the movies/books), and Shades of Brown. 
Average hours of sleep: Anywhere from 3-12. 
Lucky numbers: I don’t know if I have one, my favourite number however is 14. 
Favorite characters: All of the F.R.I.E.N.D.S characters (Oh especially Phoebe and Joey though. Ross does kind of piss me off sometimes), all of the Supernatural characters (Although Sam can get on my nerves, I’m still mad about him hating on Benny. I mean yes I get it your pissed at your brother for killing your friend from years ago, I was pissed at Dean for that, but c'mon hating on Benny won’t help), Reid from Criminal Minds, Pretty much any character Vin Diesel plays (him in The Pacifier was awesome). 
What are you wearing right now: Pyjama shorts and a tank top (I’m supposed to be sleeping)
How many blankets do you sleep with: 1 if its a comforter, 2 or 3 if they’re smaller blankets, 0-1 if it’s warm/hot. 
Dream job: I’ve had many, currently though possibly something to do with working at a zoo, aquarium, or wildlife sanctuary. 
Dream trip: I’d love to go to Scotland or Germany (+plus a bunch of other places), however as of right now I’d just like to get off the island I live on for a day or two, or even just out of this city.

I tag: @jeojahyungnim @philophobia999 @jimins-left-nipple @c-loudv @miniirae @hoshistarlight @mellie-etc @notchunochu @sweetdemonsoul @mey-ryuu @koreanpopsexual @kizzxxx08 @strawhat-loser @kingnamjoons @sugakookie @katachana @psygamare @gukiee @pumpkin-meat @auroradiamondis

Edge of Everything (25)

Omg Guys. This chapter was so much fun and I just. Cannot wait for the end and yet it’s so hard to post because soon I’ll be finished. I need another idea because I just love Nessian so much!

24 (has links to previous parts as well)


Chapter 25

I had only ever felt beautiful once in my entire life before. It was a day I could remember with clarity, a day before my mom died and my dad stopped caring. I was five years old and stumbled into my mom’s closet. She had dresses on dresses and somehow I managed to pull one down and slip it in. It was short enough to become a floor length gown on my tiny body. I slipped on a pair of heels, again too big to actually fit.

When I stepped out both my parents were on the bed smiling. They clapped as I walked around, my mom stopped to put lipstick on my tiny face. She fluffed my curls and somehow, even at five years old, I felt beautiful. I felt like a queen entertaining her court.

But that was nothing compared to the way I felt when I slipped on my wedding dress. It was off white. The entire top was made of lace. There was an undergarment that peaked through, the sleeves reached my elbows. The waist clenched and then it fell down to my feet in a beautiful display of elegance. There was a small slit that hit mid thigh.

If I had ever imagined my wedding, this was the dress I would’ve dreamt about.

“Cassian is going to faint when he sees you,” Feyre squeezed my shoulder, “you look amazing.”

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I’ve got 75%-complete answers to like half a dozen asks but I can’t wrangle my wits enough to finish any of them tonight, so have a doodledump instead. Some of them are codas to other posts that I felt threw off the flow, or pieces of comics that I ended up deciding weren’t funny enough to finish. Though the one with Tup describing Fives and Echo is purely 4th-wall-breaking self-critique. 

Don't Defy Me, Doll pt.2

IM SO EXCITED I’M GETTING SUCH GOOD FEEDBACK. I LOVE ALL OF YOU. Here is part two of my series. I hope you all enjoy! Im currently almost finished with pt.3 and will most likely post it in the morning after I’m sober and can actually read well enough to edit it a little. :3

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Finally your shift was over, your body ached from the lack of sleep the night before. Though they were sore, your feet couldn’t walk you home fast enough. Your mind had finally felt calm enough after last night to take a short nap once you were able to collapse into bed. 

Reaching into your purse looking for your keys, you glanced at the doorknob and noticed it was slightly turned. The door hadn’t been closed all the way. It must have just been an accident after rushing out the door this morning to avoid being late. Again. You opened the door and mindlessly tossed your purse onto the couch, and slipped your shoes off by the kitchen sink. You took great pride in keeping a neat and tidy living space. Always clean, never cluttered. The normalcy of a usually spotless kitchen made the folded envelope on the counter stand out like a flare. The paper was gold and good quality. Nothing you would have ever left there. Someone had been in your apartment. You didn’t leave the door open, your intruder did. Fear rushed back into you. Hesitantly, you picked up the envelope, and pulled out a single pearl white paper with heavy black ink scratched onto it. 

I hope you enjoyed the show. I like to entertain.

However, nobody was invited to last night’s viewing.

Do not tell anyone about what you saw, got it?

You’ll be safe if you obey me, doll.

-J

You were sobbing before you could finish reading the warning. Of course you’d tell someone, you were going straight to the police. It didn’t matter how beautiful he was, this lunatic broke into your home to threaten you. He knew who you were and what you had seen. You tripped over the couch, diving into your purse looking for your phone. 

“Hello? Yes, I need to make a report. Someone broke into my apartment. Please send someone here immediately.” Your words fell out of your mouth without hardly any articulation. 

It didn’t take long before a stout sheriff and his attractive newbie showed up at your door. You let them in and told them everything you’d seen the night before and gave them the letter you found on your kitchen counter. The newbie cop scoffed at your story, he thought you were on drugs last night, “too much fun, this one had, aye Sheriff Derrickson?” he teased. He had a badge on his uniform that read Dent. 

“Harvey, shut your mouth. This is serious. Until you’ve made some good convictions, you’re still a shit-step below me. An’ i’m tellin’ you to be respectful. It’s your damn job, boy. Jesus.” You were thankful the sheriff stood up for you and took you seriously.

“Sorry, ma’am. I sincerely hope we catch this crazy bitch. Don’t want any more criminals getting shot by worse criminals.” His words were sharp, and he seemed like he’d be rather two-faced if you ever met him again. The pair of police left with all the information needed to make a formal report. Yet another report to add the pile of “Joker scandals” that sat on the sheriff’s desk. He had suggested that a deputy stay on watch outside your building that night, just in case any uninvited men decided to come back for another go. This put you at ease, and surprisingly, you fell asleep without any issues. Without a single concern about what could possibly happen to you soon after you awoke. 

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Thank you for reading! Ahhh! PLEASE give me feedback, tell me how you liked it, where you’d like to see this go, and if you’d like more. I have pt. 3 almost finished.

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im so sorry if i forgot anyone! And i apologize that some of my tags might not have worked, i have to use my phone and we all know how reliable tumblr mobile is…

here’s a link to Dont Defy Me, Doll pt.1 in case you missed it!

http://sheiksue-origins.tumblr.com/post/151109511058/dont-defy-me-doll-pt-1

March 24, 2017, Friday [#75]

I know I’m late to the party, but I finished this chapter for the first time just a few minutes ago. I chose Leo over the other two because he felt strongly enough about Katie to follow her onto the cruise way back in the beginning 😊 Now, I finally know his secret, and… I can’t believe it! 😲 I mean, I believe it, but I still can’t believe it! 😲😲 I’m still shocked!! 😲😲 (And I’m guessing that my shock is obvious from this post… 😆)

Paul Prospero

I really wanted to do some fan art and so I remembered a game I played about a year ago - The Vanishing of Ethan Carter. It had interesting protagonist that was actually never shown to the player, so you could use your imagination what did he actually looked like and what things could he be caring around to help him investigate dark secrets of Red Creek Valley. This character, called Paul Prospero, was a paranormal investigator that had ability to see echoes of events long lost in the past if he found enough evidence.

In the game he didn’t really have any devices that would help him investigate, but I really felt like he should be less ordinary so I added some paranormal instruments.

I really want to finish this sketch, but I bet it will be devoured by deep dark corners of my hard drive like many other sketches I did in the past so I rather post it before I forget about it completely.

“I hadn’t entered Red Creek Valley yet, but already I could feel its darkness reaching out for me.”

This week, we start our first lesson on AutoCAD. I did not watch the videos so it was quite a hard time for me. I have a little experience using illustrator but this application is quite different from illustrator. I spent a lot of time getting familiar with the different tools in AutoCAD so I did not have enough time to finish my drawing in class. I also spent a large amount of time figuring out the length of different sides as the object is a little bit complicated. But I think the learning process is interesting and exciting for me. Completing the task successfully really makes me feel proud. Although I felt confusing when drawing as I think AutoCAD is more complex and not convenient to use. I really struggled in class and I felt it was even more difficult than hand-drawing. So when I came back home, I carefully read the tips that our tutor-Will posted on the group and watched the videos that taught us how to use AutoCAD efficiently. These videos quite helped me a lot. The difficulties I met were due to unfamiliarity with the tools in AutoCAD. We really have to read related information to get enough knowledge before using a new software, otherwise we will struggle a lot. It is also important to separate different layers when working since different layers have different line colors, so it makes the drawing process more obvious and the working easier.

I just finished Wind Waker HD and it was honestly such a beautiful looking game even if it is cartoonish which i also loved. I loved the colors and the story was enchanting to me and every character was memorable. I had to use a walkthrough a few times though, but only like 4 times really. The game was pretty self explanatory yet challenging but simple enough that the discoveries that you made by yourself really felt good and rewarding. And honestly it’s really hyped me up for when I get a Switch and play Breath of the Wild. Sorry for the long post I’m just excited and happy I haven’t played a Zelda game since Link’s Awakening and it feels really good. I’ve haven’t felt this good about an adventure game in a while the only adventure game I’ve played recently is Skyrim and it’s hard to feel the joys of discovering new things without mods when it’s your 100th playthrough of the game (Not to say that’s bad, i still absolutely enjoy skyrim to bits, but thats a discussion for another time). Anyways please play Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker HD if you have a Wii U it’s absolutely worth your time and also Breath of the Wild it’s another beautiful open-world Zelda game with lots of adventure and discovery around every corner if that’s what floats your goat.

5 Things (1/18/15)

1. I started to write today’s post at 11:00AM and I won’t finish it until almost 12 hours later. Today I went back and forth between moments of doubt, irritation, and contentment that never lasted long enough. I took two naps. I tried to read my book, then stopped. Tried to read a magazine, then stopped. Tried to have a real conversation with Kelly, and found myself unable to pay attention long enough to respond with anything worthwhile. Or anything that felt worthwhile.

Kelly helped me stay focused while we grocery-shopped, offered me small kisses and smiles during both naps, and made us a healthy delicious taco salad dinner. Sometimes, I joke about all the things he doesn’t let me eat now, things my doctor told me to stop eating a long time ago. He usually quips, “If I can stop smoking cigarettes, you can slow down with the sugar and simple carbs.” Then I say something smart, and he smiles. It’s a routine. A good one. We’re both getting better.

We were supposed to go see our roommate read tonight, but I couldn’t go. I couldn’t bring myself to go. I insisted he go, and meant it. He’s a poet, and I’m all about him finding his own writing community here. Plus, he was excited about it. He wanted to go. Turns out, it’s a good thing he did.

For the past few hours I’ve been sitting here, in bed, staring at this open word document. The wifi is out in our apartment, so getting this onto my actual Tumblr requires a series of complicated events I’d rather not explain. Please, don’t make me explain. Today, having to explain anything makes me so exhausted. So, I haven’t. And I won’t. But I will tell you a few things I’ve been thinking about. And I will hope that’s enough.

2. Part of my mood problems I’m sure is having a big talk with my doctor about some of my health issues. There are a lot of them. And I’m going to have to make some changes as big as that big talk. I am terrified of making those changes, because they’re going to force me to stand-up for myself and my choices in a way I never have before. It will mean what other people think, even people who have my best interests at heart, can’t hold the same weight as what my body and mind require. 

I have to see this as something I’m choosing to do differently, not something I’m giving up. It’s all the same really, but when I turn it on its side a little, there is less room for grief and doubt, and much more space for excitement and potential. In some ways, I will have to work so much harder. But if working harder in a different way means a better quality of life long-term, I can do that.

3. A few movies I loved this year: Obvious ChildWildAppropriate Behavior, and Selma. These beautiful, hilarious, brilliant films make me so excited for women in this medium. I could give a fuck about an Oscar, though I do understand it’s significance to the community, and how it opens doors for filmmakers to more (well-funded) films. I don’t know what to do except keep going to these movies. Keep paying to see them. Buy the DVDs, Blu-Rays, or digital downloads on iTunes. 

What worries me is that this might be it. This wonderous string of women-led films may quickly be categorized under Not A Good Investment, and dammit I just can’t have that. Not just because I’ve (slowly) started writing my own script(s), or because I have women friends who would be outstanding filmmakers, and not even because this has been the year movies seemed less like magic and more like a necessity. I need stories about how many different ways there are to be a woman, and I need to see them with my own two eyes. Only women truly know how the world reacts to our existence, to our power, and to the ways we fall apart and put ourselves back together. 

Can we continue to be brave enough to let women tell their stories?

4. Sometimes, when Kel and I are walking, the wind biting our faces, both of our hands stuffed into one of his pockets refusing to let go of each other, and he’s making me laugh so hard I can barely lift my leg to take another step toward the subway, I panic. Because this is too easy, right? There is such a thing as too easy, yes? It makes me feel like I’m missing something, and at the height of my anxiety, I won’t stop looking for it until I find it. 

Don’t get me wrong, it has not been perfect. We’re still figuring out so much about each other and the ways we need to adjust and make room for the other person. Not even just physical room (though sometimes, yes, we need SPACE), but room to learn to love and be loved better. You would think it would be easy to let someone love on you and treat you well, and in some ways, it is. In other ways, it’s more tricky.

When it comes to letting someone love you financially or domestically, so many other things come into play. I make more money than Kelly. By a lot. Kelly cleans and cooks more than I do. By a lot. Sometimes, he feels weird about me spending money on him. Sometimes, I feel weird about him cooking for me. We try to remember that we’re a team, everything we do for each other is for the good of the team. You don’t score points against your own teammates. We’re on the same side. Still, there is something else nagging me.

It took a while to figure out what it was, but eventually, I realized what I was missing: desperation. In every other relationship I’ve been in, I wanted to be loved so bad. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be loved, I know, but I wasn’t very good at loving myself. I didn’t particularly enjoy my own company. I dated smart picky men because I thought them choosing me meant I was worthy. I was desperate for their affirmation.

With Kelly, there is a distinct lack of desperation. I am only with him because I want to be, because it feels good and right to make it work with this one other human. I enjoy my own company. I no longer look to romantic love for affirmation that I am worthy of love. And so, Kelly holds a very different place in my life than any other lover ever has. He’s a partner in the best way I could have one. He’s the love of my life, and I am not desperate for him. I already have him.

5. Tomorrow is my best friend’s birthday. We are almost exactly two weeks apart in age. We’ve been best friends since we were fourteen years old. Sometimes, when people tell me they don’t have a best friend, I feel like I want to cry for them. I’m sure every person doesn’t need a best friend, but when I picture my life without Ashley (not talking about myself in third person, we have the same name), I picture half a life. So really, I want to cry for me, and for whatever sad misguided soul I would have been without her. 

I don’t write about Ashley much, because she’s mine. Typically, I am not a jealous woman. I am protective, but not possessive. With Ashley, it’s different. I do not always feel free to share her with the world, because she is permanently embedded in the softest most vulnerable parts of me. I can’t share her with you without baring more of myself than I’m prepared to show. 

In forty minutes, my dear girl turns 28 years old. None of us, not even me, are prepared for how she’s going to rock this world. But baby, let me tell you, we’re going to feel really blessed when she lets us watch her work.

Happy Birthday, Ash. Life is shit.

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A/N: Really… misleading title. I’ve been off my title game, dang it! Anyway, I vaguely recall typing this drabble up on my phone last night as I listened to For the Dancing and the Dreaming on loop- Gods bless that song- and I just went back to do so minor editing this morning… And felt that it was safe to post. Kind of rough around the edges, but I think it’s… sweet, so to speak. 


From his vantage point in the sky, Hiccup smiled to himself. This was home. These people, they were his own. 

This was Berk. 

The young chief looked towards the mighty statue of his father and tipped his head in recognition of the great chief, a silent gesture of respect and gratitude, before turning his gaze down to the rolling land below him. Soon, he had spotted his target, and he set a hand on the side his faithful Night Fury’s head.

Toothless warbled at his rider, twisting somewhat to glance at him. Hiccup, getting the message rather easily, brought his hand to rest atop the dragon’s scaled head with a pat. 

“Beat me by half a second, bud.”

Once more, the dragon cooed, and the two were a single unit diving back towards the island, with the intent to catch up with a certain Hofferson and her Deadly Nadder.

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All I’m gonna say is, you can be sad or whatever because Michael’s decided not to dye his hair anymore, but DO NOT POST ABOUT IT ON SOCIAL MEDIA OR IF YOU ARE LUCKY ENOUGH TO MEET HIM DON’T FUCKING SAY ANYTHING!!!!! Do you guys remember when he caught on fire?!?!? HE FUCKING FELT GUILTY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO FINISH THE SHOW AND HE LITERALLY CAUGHT ON FIRE!! HE APOLOGIZED FOR IT. Mikey would do anything for us and that’s probably the only reason he kept dying it for so long, he knew it made other people happy even if it was actually causing him anxiety and stress. DO NOT GUILT HIM INTO FEELING BAD FOR DOING SOMETHING TO MAKE HIMSELF HAPPY, AND FOR MAKING THE CHOICE TO PUT HIS MENTAL HEALTH FIRST. If you really have to say something because you can’t contain yourself, COMPLIMENT HIS NATURAL HAIR BECAUSE LET’S BE REAL IT’S HOT AS HELL. DO NOT MAKE MY ANGEL FEEL GUILTY FOR TRYING TO BETTER HIMSELF!!!

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Posting pictures of this lovely commission now that it’s finished!  The body is made of felt and clothes out of cotton fabric, tulle, lace, and satin ribbon.  The eye is a hand-painted plastic bead strung on jewelry wire with glass seed beads.  The wire is posable but not quite strong enough to hold its own weight, so parts of it are sewn onto the doll directly.  I tried wet felting for the first time with the hat! 

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Hi. I’d like to tell you my story of Yennefer so far.

I’ve not read the books and I’m still not finished with the game completely. I’m currently on “Final Preparations”, but I’ve seen enough to put my 2 cents in.

Since the first meeting with Yennefer, I felt repulsed. I didn’t like her bossy and comanding attitude. The lack of explanations of current events and a not even a mere “How are you holding up?” burnt a picture in my head. At the same time, it was revealed that Yennefer was Geralt’s first love and that he swore to love her (I can’t remember the exact phrase).
What I understood from it, was that they belong together. Geralt lost his memory, banged Triss, regained his memory sometime. What I didn’t quite understood, was if Geralt and Yen were still a thing at the point of the reunion or not. I did not could not ask any further questions and got shoved out the door.
So I thought to myself that I gotta stay true to my “beloved” who I actually detested.
As I met Triss later in the game, she was like a sweet darling to me. The cute girl who everyone had a crush on.
At the night during the banquet, where I had the chance to kiss her. At first I denied the kiss, still thinking about staying true to Yen.
I continued the game a few hours in, but I always had the thought of Triss. I actually sat down for an hour and thought about this (knowing that Geralt would’ve wasted a thought or two on the issue as well). Why should I end up with a (in my eyes) “pretty bitch”, when I can spend my time with a lovely redhead?
I reloaded an earlier save and kissed Triss. At that point I felt like a new man. I was actually in love.
All went well until the mages had to leave Novigrad. I brought Triss to the pier and not knowing that it was a crucial moment in the romance, I let her sail off. I though I’d see her again and I wasn’t ready to say that I love her either since I’ve seen her very rarely (although I know that she was interested).

As I reached Skellige and did the main quest with the wolf in the garden, I first got a glance of her “inner beauty”. Although it was short, I understood that Yen cared for me. Deeply.
She was up to joking about the wolf puns and the new DLC look, changed my view on her completely. I saw that there was pain inside her and I knew that a sorceress hasn’t many people she can call close friends. Especially one that acts cold and bossy.
(Side Note: I’m not that kind of person who falls in love with someone just because they have issues they need fixed and I’m the knight in shining armour. I just knew that Yen is weak on the inside when it comes to feelings. She manages well to hide feelings and jest about it when things get serious. These kinds of people have experienced pain before and it’s only natural to be cautious so it doesn’t happen again)
Additionally, I really like her name. It has something mysterious and graceful about it. I just like saying it out loud. I don’t know why
I thought about giving her a chance and proceeded with the main story. I don’t want to get into every detail, but Yen shows bits and pieces of affection towards Geralt with every meeting. At one point I got really pissed when Cerys an Craite said that Yen controls me and my actions. No. I do the things because I agree with her. She might be bossy, but she is smart and plans carefully. I don’t just agree with her, I trust her. Otherwise, I wouldn’t give a shite about what she has to say.

When the romance quest with Yen arose, I went in without knowing what is about gonna happen. A lot of things cleared up when she explained the spell that will keep them together. She decided to remove the spell and I joined in, curious on what’s going to happen and less about my feelings. When the spell was lifted, Geralt said he didn’t feel any change, but I felt a change as I reflected what I experienced with Yen. At that point I realized, she was the right one and went in for the kiss.

To put everything in a nutshell: Yen is a great character with all her imperfections. Her thoughts, background and love is deep, but so is her suffering.
I want to say, that Yen is my type of girl. Clever witty and has a hillarious humor. CDPR had done an outstanding job on giving these characters life, but it is kinda sad that you can’t have more time with both until you must decide (It probably didn’t quite fit into the story).
I do not regret sending Triss away now.

Sorry if this post smells of lilac and gooseberries. I just can’t get rid of the smell

 In Which Steven Grant Rogers Fights A MILLION BIRDS To Win Samuel Thomas Wilson’s Heart (or, a flock of birds has more brains than these two dumb idiots) Part One/??? (no birds were harmed in the writing of this fic)

so i read capfalc’s post and i felt a mighty urge to write this. except it’s not finished because my brain just kinda went ????how???

sorry if i totally mangled your headcanon

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