Button-ups, lace-up boots, stark white hair, scarlet irises, empty hallways, hanging banners, dawn light through the window, jackets coated in badges, chalk drawings on the sidewalk,
Clean desktops, typography, fractals, equations on grid paper, tears of joy, stripes, the shade beneath the trees, organized folders on a computer, long embraces, plants grown between the keyboard, neat and tidy wires,
Ink blots, vintage books, attics, leather and lace garters, lipstick hidden on a man’s collar, satin sheets, handcuffs, typewriters, dominance and submissiveness,
Summary: She feels like they’re on two completely different planets and after a while, she gets tired of Ashton shrugging off any concerns she has about their relationship. They love each other, but the message gets lost in the days.
Boy: Ashton Irwin
Warnings: swearing, fighting??
A/N: this is an angsty one my friends. please let me know what you think!! I’m getting back into writing with the help of my friend Jenn who motivates me. PLEASE SEND REQUESTS Its always more fun when people ask for them!! I’ll gladly write anything (although i havent written smut yet) and I enjoy it!
Tears traced translucent black lines down her face. Her eyes were red-rimmed and bright, staring directly into his own while they stood. She was speaking low and firm; her words were deliberate. Ashton wanted to look away from her but he couldn’t. Her gaze commanded him to look at her. He desperately wished he wasn’t in this situation and started to reflect on how he even got there in the first place.
It was a few weeks prior, a Monday night, and they had just finished dinner when she stepped away to take a call.
“You’re engaged? That’s so exciting.” He could hear her voice from the kitchen. Despite her words, she didn’t sound very excited at all. In fact, she sounded tired.
“I really am happy for you Jen. That’s so great. He’s a great guy.” Her words were hollow sounding and when he glanced her way he could see her expression was tired and a little despondent.
“Yeah I’ll talk to you soon. Congrats again!” She called once more into the phone before hanging up and sighing.
She collapsed next to him on the couch and leaned her head on her shoulder. “What’s up darling?” He asked.
“I’m just,” she paused, “I guess I’m just feeling a little troubled.” She chose her words carefully.
“About what?” He prodded with caution.
He turned to face her as she sat up. She turned her body so she could look at him directly. “I guess—“ Her face was scrunched up as she decided how to phrase what she was about to say. “Where—uh, where do you see us going?”
He started to grow nervous. “What do you mean?”
She started picking at her nails, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “I mean, where do you think we’ll be in the next six months or year?”
He thought for a moment before shrugging. “I’m not sure. I mean I haven’t really thought about it.”
Her face fell and she nodded, turned away from him and returned to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
In hindsight, he realized how bad that answer was.
He could hear her bounding around in their shared bedroom. She was crying just loud enough for him to hear as she tossed anything she thought she’d need into some bag. He couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been. How had he been so absent minded?
She approached him about a week ago. Ashton was typing away on his laptop while she sat down next to him.
“Hey baby.” She greeted with a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey love. How’s it going?” He answered, setting aside his computer to give her his attention.
“I’m good. I just wanted to see my lovely boyfriend.” She beamed at him.
He chuckled. “What do you want?”
She bit her lip before grinning. “A dog?”
He shook his head before answering. “Very funny.”
“No really. What would you think about adopting a dog together?” She was giddy with excitement.
He sighed slightly. “I don’t know, love, they’re kind of a big responsibility.”
Her smile dropped a little bit it returned as soon as it left. “I know but I think we could do it. We’re responsible adults and we can make it work.”
He shook his head again. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea. Dogs are kind of a big step. I mean, I don’t think we’re ready.”
She felt her stomach plummet. “Really?”
“Yeah, it’s just people adopt dogs when they’re ready to settle down and stuff and I just don’t think that’s where we’re at.”
“You don’t?” She mumbled.
“We’ve been dating for nearly a year. Excuse me for thinking that we might be ready to settle down.” She shook her head while standing up, exiting the room without another word.
She was walking away. Her figure was moving towards the door of their apartment with a large bag throw over her shoulder that was overflowing with necessities. Ashton was panicking now. He didn’t want her to leave, but he wasn’t doing anything to stop it. Inside he was screaming. ‘Say something!’ He thought. ‘Do something!’ Soon she would be gone and if he didn’t stop her, he knew he’d lose her forever.
Things had been tense since last week. He was reading a book in their bedroom when she wandered in and leaned on the doorframe. He set down the novel when she cleared her throat. There was a long silence where they just stared at each other.
“Are we just wasting time?” She finally asked.
She’d caught him off guard. “What?” He responded a little confused.
“This. Us. Our relationship. Is it actually going somewhere or are we just filling the time? Because I really love you and I like the idea of marrying you someday but if this is just temporary for you then tell me, Ash.”
He was so shocked by her candidness that he couldn’t even think. “I, uh, I mean I just, uh—“
“Do you love me?” She cut him off.
“Why would you ask me that?” He answered immediately.
“Answer the question Ashton. Do you love me?” She repeated.
“Yeah,” He responded.
“Say it. Out loud. Say you love me.”
He approached with open arms. “You know I do.”
She pushed him away. “No, I want to hear you say that you love me.”
“Because,” her voice was louder now, “I can hardly tell anymore! You don’t think about our future, you don’t want to settle down, I can’t even remember the last time you actually told me.” By the end, her voice was shaking.
“Where is all of this coming from?” He was raising his voice now.
“I don’t want to waste my time with someone who doesn’t love me back. I don’t want to keep falling in love with someone who doesn’t want to put effort into their relationship.” She was crying now. Her tears were big and heavy. Her voice started to turn hoarse and she was soaking her sleeves with the excess water dripping from her chin and cheeks.
“But even though you just keep showing that you really don’t want this, I can’t help but think that maybe you do. I want to feel burning flames and passion flow into my bones when you say my name. I want a life with you. Just tell me you love me and you actually want this and I will wait until forever for you.”
He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He didn’t do anything. He just stood there and watched her fall apart in front of him. He wanted all of that too. He really did. He didn’t have an excuse for not answering. He knew exactly what to say to make this better. But for whatever reason, he couldn’t speak.
“Do you have anything to say?”
His thoughts screamed at him. ‘Yes! Yes!’ they shouted.
She sighed, defeated and marched past him to their bedroom.
Now they’re here. This could very well be the last time he sees her if he doesn’t act now. She gripped the doorknob in her hand. She turned around, about to say one last thing to him but he spoke up first.
“I love you.”
The room was dead silent for a moment.
“I love you so much.” He starts again. “I love the way you dance in the kitchen to really bad music and I love how motivated you are and I love how you love me.” He took a few large strides towards her and grasped her hand.
“I want to get married and I want to get a dog and have a couple kids and buy a house and give you all of the things you deserve but I can’t because you deserve the world. I honestly can’t believe you even put up with me for so long. You are far too good for me and if you walk out that door right now I will understand but I plan to love you until the end of time because you are so perfect that I could never find anyone quite like you ever again.” He was in tears now.
She was crying too. The bag dropped to the ground and she threw her arms around his neck in a tight hug. He nestled his face into her neck, smelling her hair and relishing in the feeling of her arms. He was home with her. He was home when she was around. Wherever she was, he wanted to be.
She pulled away just enough to look at him. “I love you too.”
Ashton smiled and kissed her gently.
When they pulled away, she looked at him again with a grin. “Can we get a dog now?”
when VIXX has a comeback and you’re forced to make lists in order to keep your sanity…(PART II)
m countdown (170518) - white & silvery grey magoja adorned with black floral prints (& attached tassels) + black / grey / white casual jackets & pants ensemble music bank (170519) - navy blue, patterned slips over long jackets with black silk shirts and matching navy blue pants (& attached mini tassels) music core (170520) - deep violet, patterned slips over long jackets with black silk shirts and pants (& attached white tassels) + black / brown / tan leather jackets & pants (& black silk ties) inkigayo (170521) - ivory white magoja with patterned, translucent grey sleeves
(& attached tassels) with white silk shirts and pants + black jackets paired with white silk shirts and black pants (& black silk ties) *
the show (170523) -
ivory white magoja with patterned, translucent grey sleeves (& attached tassels) with black silk shirts and pants + white / black plain or striped shirts and pants combo 🏆
show champion (170524) - ruby red, patterned slips over long jackets with black silk shirts and pants (& attached white tassels) + black & grey jackets with black pants (or white shirts / detailing) music bank (170526) - dark blue, tartan patterned long jackets with translucent sleeves, black silk shirts and pants (& attached white tassels) music core (170527) - black, silk (magoja-like) long sleeved shirts with pants (& attached black tassels) inkigayo (170528) - rose pink long jackets with translucent patterned sleeves, paired with white silk shirts and pants (& attached mini tassels)
Is it possible to die of fluff overload from something you wrote yourself? because I swear I need life alert after this shit.
dedicating this one to @megatraven, since I know these two are your jam.
Femslash Feb 05- Stars
“Seriously girl?” Alya shook her head in dismay as Marinette giggled and playfully threw a pillow in her direction. “Any place in the world and money’s no object, and your ideal date is cuddling at home on the couch?”
“Well sorry not all of us are ‘spin a globe and fly to wherever your finger lands’ types.” Marinette retorted, sticking her tongue out at the brunette.
“As much as I love agreeing with Alya, she’s actually got a point this time.” Chloe said, ignoring the dirty look Alya shot her for her jibe. “Dream Dates are supposed to be special. Cuddling on the couch is something you can do any day.”
“Well maybe I think cuddling on the couch with the person I love is special, no matter how often I can do it.” Marinette retorted crossing her arms and turning up her nose to the duo.
“Or maybe you can get some standards, Dupain-Cheng.” Chloe shot back with a smirk. What’s so bad about getting spoiled every now and then?”
you have witch powers? i've always been fascinated with "paranormal" stuff, including magic, so i was wondering if u could tell me stuff about it. is magic real? what kind of stuff did ur grandma do? are ghosts and spirits real too? what kinds of spells can witches cast? is it like supernatural? sorry if i'm asking a lot of questions i'm just so fascinated and curious. i didn't even know witches were like, legit until i read ur tags, i just thought that people back then said that so they had 1/2
2/2 a reason to burn a woman they didn’t like. ok now i’m rambling but in short, what can u tell me about witch stuff? i’m just asking cause i’m really curious :)
okay!! i was expecting someone to ask, so here goes. (in case anyone’s wondering, this is a personal post, and no, i’m not making this stuff up.) (feel free to reblog if you want. but it’s so goddamn long aaah)
first off, an opinion: whether or not you believe magic is real in this world is entirely related to whether or not it is real. at least in my books. magic/paramormal stuff can always be observed, but if you don’t believe it’s anything beyond coincidence or skilled trickery, it’s not gonna impact you.
i do believe in ghosts (or djinns, or something else human-like), but in my experience they don’t really do anything except exist in some other realm and occasionally become visible when i’m at my most lucid, at that point between waking and sleeping. most people (myself included) would say it’s just a hallucination. but like…. who’s to say it isn’t real, just in a way we as humans don’t yet understand? y’know?
the most interesting ghost sighting i’ve experienced was when i was fully awake, not hallucinating. i was in a car with my sister, my sister’s friend, and her mother - and we drove over a bridge, and i saw a fritzing semi-translucent black figure walking along the peak. i looked back and it was gone. it wasn’t scary, it was just really cool. i saw that with my own two eyes, i have zero doubt i saw it, and for that moment, it was there.
other times i’ve seen things pass through walls, or felt presences in the room that vanish when i look. i get deja vu maybe once a week. the ability comes and goes in phases, switched on and off whenever i tell someone about it. it’s like that part of my brain gets really shy and goes into hiding when it’s mentioned.
sometimes it can be pretty powerful. there’ve been moments when a deja vu begins, i remember it from a dream, fast-forward through the memory to remember what happens, and i get ahead of present time, so i predict what’s in front of me by about one to three seconds. usually it’s snippets of conversation, or my hands moving to complete an action, or words i’m typing. (let me tell you, it’s so freaking bizarre when you’re consciously typing, thinking about what you’re typing, and simultaneously remembering typing it before, and knowing what you’re about to type despite not yet knowing. and then seeing it happen. i think a lot of people reading this would be like “what?” but i know there’s someone out there who knows exactly what i mean)
for a long time in my teenage years i told people i’d see coloured figures, like auras without physical people, just hanging around out there in the world, but due to health issues a lot of my teenage memories are gone, and the only memory i have of that stuff is the recollection of me telling people about it, and remembering it while telling people. it’s really weird. i sometimes think maybe i made that up?? but i don’t understand why i’d do that when i do actually see other things sometimes.
once, my family visited this old historic building, and i remember seeing a woman in a maid’s outfit duck through a doorway. but she wasn’t actually there. so. idk.
my great-grandmother (or great-great grandmother?) on my mother’s side used to sell love spells to the people in her Indian village. my mother told me about it when i was little. my [great] great grandmother would write a spell on parchment, and the client had to go home and burn it in their fire. and she would curse people, in exchange for payment. that’s all i know about that. but my grandmother (also on my mother’s side) used to have some kind of power, i never got to ask about it while she was still alive. (she was an awesome woman. one of the first women in her country and generation to go to university.)
personally, having been raised as a muslim, i always felt really disconnected from the culture and practices of the religion, even though i believe in the supernatural aspects of it right down to my core. that’s despite my ultimate acknowledgement of facts being deeply rooted in hard science. recently (like, in the past few months) i’ve started to rediscover my faith - directly following on from a quiet interest in the pinterest & instagram aesthetics of paganism and new age magic, which as a concept i was never really sure about. i just really liked how it looked. basically, it clicked in my brain that islamic prayers could, in essence, just be spells. you gotta take everything with a grain of salt. they might not work. but that’s the beauty of it.
a few weeks ago i stumbled across a prayer on tumblr, and read its intended purpose: “Allah will grant whoever recites this seven times in the morning or evening whatever he desires from this world or the next”.
and… i started to think, maybe the purpose is not to actually do that. nothing ought to be a get-out-of-jail-free/do-this-and-your-life-is-made type thing. maybe the purpose is to make you believe nothing can go wrong. and that every bad thing that happens–? it happens so that you can learn from it. and eventually, after many things change, you realise what you desire was not the thing you thought you desired. (idk how to explain that. an example from my life: i really wanted to be a veterinarian growing up. then i got sick, dropped out of school. and now i’m a writer. i want to be a writer more than i ever wanted to be a vet. i had to get sick and my life had to fall apart before i could discover that. writing was never something i’d have considered before.)
my point is, if you believe everything that happens to you will ultimately be a good thing, bad things don’t hurt so much.
and if you take something as a sign, it’s a sign. it’s just your own brain taking hints from the world around you and using them to conjure up a decision. if you wanna believe it’s magic, it is.
personally i like protection prayers/spells and just…generally positive ones. i say prayers for sick friends, people who i see on my tumblr dash who are having a bad time, and if i see or hear about disasters or worldwide events. i’m not expecting it to have a visible impact, but like.. what’s the harm? at the very least it makes me feel like i did something if i don’t have money to give, or i can’t be there with a friend, or the world is falling apart and i’m helpless. praying or saying a spell is just hoping, really, really hard. if some greater being is out there, listening? cool. (but what if god doesn’t wanna do anything? maybe it’s like my cupcake theory. god puts the ingredients in a baking tray, shoves it in the oven, forgets about it. the universe rises as a cupcake. god made it. but the universe is doing its own damn thing.)
regarding tarot cards: again, it’s self-reflection. you can believe answers come from outside influences, but it’s easily just as much about interpreting generic advice and making it mean something to you. but personally i’ve drawn random cards, and known that no other card in the deck would’ve been as relevant at that moment. i’ve used tarot cards to determine the endings for my stories, and coincidentally pulled cards that directly represent my title characters.
one time i was thinking about my fic “The Moonlighter and the Magician” and the card i pulled first was The Magician. and i was like gee thanks tarot cards that’s helpful. (but actually? it meant those cards were on the same wavelength as me. think about it. 78 cards, there’s a one in 78 chance i pull that one on my first try.)
apart from my wonky first-ever tarot readings with the Rider-Waite travel-size tarot deck (which belonged to my mother), i’ve never pulled anything that didn’t eventually make sense. i use The Wild Unknown cards now, i relate to them so much more. plus they’re mine, not borrowed or abandoned for years, which probably helps. (buying those cards was the most money i ever spent on anything. i don’t regret it.)
is any of this like the show ‘supernatural’? not really. the closest i can say my experiences have come to the show would be the episode “faith”. just, the whole episode. it doesn’t matter if it’s the real deal, so long as it works. and boy, does it work for me. and a lot of other people.
like i said, all the spirit-like entities i’ve encountered have been perfectly benign. no monsters, except things i’m pretty sure are nightmares.
but on that note, i take a lot of things to help me sleep. if i didn’t, i’d be waking up screaming night and day (i hit whistle register while screaming, once). i see faces in the dark and creatures in my bedroom, even when my eyes are closed and i’m awake. i sleep with a light on, and i prefer to sleep in the day. i cannot even deal with the presences in my room.
for that matter, my room is definitely the most presence-heavy room in the house. now, although it’s obviously just in a drafty area, i feel the cold spots. all. the. time. i’m feeling one right now as i type this. the door and window are both closed. the heater is always on. the draft comes from the same corner of the ceiling my cat stares at when she’s “staring into space”. there’s definitely something there, but it legit doesn’t bother me. it watches me get dressed sometimes, but it’s not weird about it. like i said, benign.
i feel energy everywhere i go. i can’t stay in my family’s open plan living room comfortably for more than a few minutes, because that room is filled with people and pets coming and going all freaking day, and even when it’s empty, it’s so LOUD. there’s vibrations and voices coming out of the walls, because the house absorbs it all. as a generally tired person, that room exhausts me. i can only stay there if i have social energy. (yes, even an empty room.)
i am so, so sensitive to people’s moods and the energy they let out (to the point where i burst out screaming if i see a negative microexpression during a personal conversation). i find phone calls very difficult, not just because of social anxiety, but because i can’t sense energy as easily as i want to, and is natural for me. skype calls aren’t the same as being there in person. a lot of this could also be autism-related, but nearly everything about me is autism-related, because i’m autistic. go figure.
one time, the day i had my first period, i passed out in a maths exam. all the other times in my life, i’ve seen black or maybe red when i passed out, but this time it was a striking cobalt blue. and i heard SO MANY VOICES, i thought the whole classroom was full of people shouting. my P.E. teacher was observing that exam, she carried me out of the room and lay me on the floor outside. i told her about the voices, she looked at me in confusion and said “there were no voices?? the whole room was silent for the exam.” obviously that was a weird day, but given the amount of times i’ve lost conciousness in my life, before and after that day, i know the warm muggy feeling of slipping away, and i guarantee that one was just a little bit not-normal.
my cat Wilson follows me everywhere. if you’ve ever seen a picture of a witch and her familiar, that’s me and Wilson. she leaves the house if i leave, and she’ll walk down the road beside me to make sure i stay safe. she only lets me leave completely if i go in a car, but even then, she tries to come too. i know what she says when she talks. she speaks in words for me. it translates naturally in my head without a thinking process.
there was this one time when i was about 15 my parents took me to an after-hours medical centre because apparently i was ~speaking in tongues~ or whatever. i don’t remember it, i remember ‘waking up’ with a doctor’s flashlight in my eyes, crying, then holding my sister’s hand as we looked at the fish in the fishtank afterwards. i can’t say how legit that is because i just.. don’t remember it.
one time as a kid, i am absolutely sure i was possessed for about 30 seconds. i was walking down the street on a balmy English afternoon, pine needles scattered underfoot, with my elderly grandmother (paternal), my grandfather, and my sister. i must’ve been 6 or 7? and a streak of evil just bolted through me. and i stuck out my foot and my grandmother fell flat on her face. my grandfather tried to help her up, a car driving by pulled up and asked if they needed help, grandfather said no, and got her back to her feet. i can’t remember if i felt remorse. i think i just knew instinctively that it wasn’t me who did it. but like.. i wasn’t just A Nice Kid, okay, i was The Nicest Kid. i just don’t do things like that. ever. especially not to a kind and generous grandmother who i love so very dearly. i never had before, and i never have since. that’s the single most evil thing i’ve ever done in my life and it came out of nowhere. being more aware now, i think it was a djinn (aka a demon in christian beliefs, i think). they’re known for being mischievous. (my grandmother was fine, by the way. this is the first time i’ve told anyone about this.) now i think about it, i remember cobalt blue behind my eyes then, too.
whoops, this is a really long post now. but uh… basically, i’ve just always been open to feeling these things, and believing in what i sense for myself, without subscribing to whether or not the science has been done yet. in fact, i think i’m open to it because i experienced the same stuff when i was young. the energy i feel is very much real to me, completely tangible. i’ve never been able to see auras, but i feel them on some people. i think just being open to feeling something makes it more likely to come to you. i try not to ignore my instincts (because they’re always right. always.) but i find it’s super hard to distinguish between anxiety (which i feel often) and magical ability (which is far less commonly felt). also sometimes the instinct is so faint it doesn’t even become a passing thought, just a blur of something i half-considered. but in hindsight i realise what it ought to have been, had i paid proper attention.
i can comfortably manage to go outside in bare feet, shut my eyes and let the moonlight do its thing. it has an immensely powerful energy, i always feel cleaner inside when i go back in. (my cat Wilson sometimes asks me to go outside with her when there’s a full moon. almost every night, especially on warm nights, but even freezing ones, we can just stand out there for an hour together. watching the moon set is transcendent. far more so than a sunset.)
right now, due to years of bad health, i have to force some natural abilities away (like the nightmares) because they’re too much for me to handle. i think as i recover, over time it’ll be easier for me to accept that stuff back into my life.
oh, one more thing, regarding my health - i have celiac disease, which has kept me essentially bedridden for the last 7+ years - WHICH BY THE WAY, my family spent literally 9 years trying to diagnose. my doctor kept doing an anaemia test, telling me there was nothing wrong with me and sending me back to school. i saw various specialists, herbalists, a naturopath, physiotherapists, cardiologists, had an MRI scan, saw family counsellors, school counsellors, a hypnotist, etc etc - basically consulted every medical professional under the sun when a simple blood test would’ve done it. stupid misogynistic doctor who thinks all teenage girls fake it to get out of school.
but one thing we did do was visit a psychic, who told me i had something called a candida. my dad, a sceptic and nonbeliever, googled it and said it was “some kind of magical thing in the gut”, and was therefore bullshit, so we continued the search for a diagnosis. years later - years - after a change of doctor (who i chose because i got a good vibe from her picture) we find out it’s celiac disease, a disease of the gut. of the hundreds of people we saw, the only ones to even pinpoint the right body part were the psychics. i googled candida just now and guess what? literally celiac disease. this woman diagnosed me with celiac disease by kneeling at my feet, holding my hand, and shutting her eyes for 30 seconds.
for the record, slightly off topic, i know very few men in real life, and this is what the men in my life have been. my doctor, dismissing me as a liar because i was a teenage girl. and my father, dismissing my declining health as “not trying hard enough”, even now, more than a year after i was diagnosed by a doctor. i think this is why i take refuge with male fictional characters. they’re better. i want them to be soft and understanding like the men i’ve never known.
anyway, this is the part of my life’s story i never really pieced together until right now. it’s a lot, more than i expected. i happily call myself a witch. most of my magic goes into my stories, and i think a lot of people who read them feel it, even if they translate it as passion or love or good vibes or something. the amazing comments i get would speak to that. i love the energy i get from comments, because it does come through in typed words, even if it’s much fainter than seeing people face-to-face. some comments just hit me with waves of goodness, even if the words themselves aren’t so powerful. so i really appreciate that stuff. it’s good stuff.
yep. that’s all. i hope this satisfies your curiosity, anon!!! <3
on black day, seunggil and phichit cook black noodles and complain about being single together (well, phichit does, because they’re the type of person to say they want a girlfriend in front of the boy they like).
“Sorry, I have nothing for you to steal,” Seunggil tells the man in black standing at his doorway.
Phichit tugs the face mask off and makes a face. “I’m not here to steal anything! Apart from your heart, that is.” He winks exaggeratedly.
“Dressed like that, I’d be lucky if you only came here to rob me,” Seunggil says, standing back to let Phichit through. He sets down the numerous plastic bags in his hands and flails around for a bit trying to get his shoes off one-handedly, until Seunggil sighs and lends him his shoulder for support.
“You never tell me when you’re coming over,” Seunggil says, as he helps Phichit with the bags.
“I did!” Phichit says. “The other day I told you we were going to celebrate Black Day together!”
“It’s still February.”
“We’re halfway into April,” Phichit says. He sets the bags down on the kitchen counter, then reaches up to ruffle Seunggil’s hair with a laugh. “Your head’s up in the clouds, as always.”
“That’s because I’m tall,” Seunggil says. Phichit sticks his tongue out, sensitive as ever about his height.
“Are you starting with the jajangmyeon first?” Seunggil asks.
“You do remember,” Phichit says, squatting down to rummage through his fridge. “You need to go grocery shopping soon - why is there a condom full of frozen water here?”
Bendy: “ I’m gonna give the big guy about a minute. If he not back by then i’ll pull him out myself. It’ll be his own fault for witnessing someone’s death… “
*Pulls one gloved hand away so he could look at both of them in front of himself.* “ I am… Immortal… right? Nothing can kill a Demon. But then again… i’m not exactly entirely a demon anymore. “ *Bendy was beginning to question his own sense of reality now that he for once was really giving some thought behind it.*
Boris: *After walking through to the other side of the toonhole. The other Boris, another anon, and… a puddle were seen ahead. To much of his dismay and concerns. The other grey being tales were true after all. An Floof Boris was too afraid to approach the other wolf. Out of concerns that he would make things worse. So for now, Boris kept his distance. Quietly covering his maw with both gloved paws. Translucent black tears streaking down his fur as his eyes glazed over. What happened to his newfound friend!? Who did this!? … Why? They were such a kind little version of his own best pal. One with… a far more gentle nature than his own Bendy. His body shaken up just at the thoughts that maybe someone done this to them. Did someone do this is the better question though.*
CHX23005 - Translucent Polyhedral Green w/ White 7-Die Set
CHX25325 - Speckled Polyhedral Recon 7-Die Set
CHX26445 - Gemini Polyhedral Black/Grey w/ Green 7-Die Set
Chessex doesn’t currently provide any dice that are green with sliver numbers, but the Translucent Green dice and the Speckled Recon variety are both striking sets with white numbers, appropriate for a Slytherin gamer of any age. The Gemini Black/Grey w/Green is also an excellent choice for a witch or wizard with taste, the shiny finish of the Gemini style giving them a more silvery than grey appearance.
All I ask for is for a SuperWolf crossover where Cas meets Derek and Stiles and they don’t believe for a second that he’s an angel because, c'mon, angels? Seriously?
But Cas just gives them each a soft smile and to Derek, he says that his family is so proud of him and the man he has become and not once do they ever blame him for the fire; maybe cue in some hand holding where Castiel can transfer like memories from heaven to show Derek that his family is all together and well. And Derek just KNOWS now this man is the real deal and maybe cue in some happy tears yes?
And to Stiles, sweet doe-eyes Stiles, Cas tells him that his mother misses him every day, that she loves him so much: “What a handsome young man you’ve become, Genim!” she’ll coo, and that he should let his father eat a burger and steak every now and again. And to Stiles, Cas shows him his mother who is not sickly pale, but has glowing and healthy skin and a smile just for him.
And at the end of this meeting, Cas feels like he has accomplished what he always wanted to do here on Earth. Help people individually, ease their pain and suffering when others could not.
So their meetings end and they must now part ways; Cas walking away and deeper into the Hale territory and in the midst of it all, Derek swears he can almost see these enormous and translucent black wings that seem to shimmer and fade from reality.