Post S1, the teens always find moments to sneak off and visit Walter. Sometimes by themselves or in groups. To hug him, to chat, to get weapons repaired or just to check on him. However, things keep getting tougher as they are forced to grow up, busier too, and one by one they stop visiting. But, Walter never stops waiting. He always keeps a lantern lit by his home and a spare key for his kids to find. Always keeping out hope that they may fill his home with their chatter and mischief again.

15 Questions for 15 People

@locke-n-k3y thanks for the tag :] ah hm tbh I feel like my answers for these might be a bit boring but let's see...

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes! (Referring to my legal name- which I still use), I was named after a character from the soap opera "General Hospital" haha.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Last week lol- which was... The first time in a couple months? It was nice but not enough.

3. Do you have kids?

Absolutely not. Never lol.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

Never did any sports outside of gym class! Not formally, anyways. I do workout (mostly strength/weight training) fairly regularly... But I don't think that really counts here lol. :0 Been thinking a lot lately about picking up boxing.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yup! irl I often go for a sort of deadpan delivery of my sarcasm- what I've learned from other people is that I'm a little too good at that (I sometimes say very ridiculous things very convincingly). I won't usually specify unprompted that I'm being sarcastic, but you're always welcome to ask. Not as sarcastic online in general, however.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Irl? Hmm. Hard to say. Maybe: eyes, voice, posture.

Online? Typing/texting style I suppose!

7. What's you're eye color?

Dark brown 👁

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Not mutually exclusive lol. But, happy endings. I don't "dislike" tragedies but I'm not actively drawn to them either.

9. Any talents?

HM. I mean obviously I have things I'm good at but I'm never quite sure what differentiates a "talent" from a "skill". I suppose a lot of friends have said something to the effect of me being "good at reading minds" haha- also "good at explaining things" which is debatable but sweet lol.

10. Where were you born?

Halifax! Which I feel fine saying cause I haven't lived there for a long time lol. A foggy fishing city that I miss even now.

11. What are your hobbies?

I guess a large chunk of what I do on this blog counts as hobbies? Writing (whether it's fiction or analysis or shitposts), drawing, audio clipping and editing apparently (though much of that I just keep to myself- same for drawing tbh). :] I've also gotten into making iron-on patches. Tabletop and video games for sure but... Neither as much as I'd like these days. I tend to collect a lot of things as well- most notably coins.

12. Do you have any pets?

I've had MANY pets of many different species- but currently just my cat Bok! I do tend to take care of my older sister's bunny a lot too though.

13. How tall are you?

5'4, which all my 6'0 friends love teasing me over 😒. I've been told that I "seem taller from the way [I] carry myself", however. (Despite everything, I'm actually fine with my height!)

14. Favorite subject in school?

When I was completing my bachelor's (in computer science) I was particularly drawn to graphics-related stuff! In highschool my fave was definitely drama haha (gee I miss it tbh).

15. What is your dream job?

I HAVE NO IDEA no idea and that's kind of my issue rn tbh. Plenty of things that seem interesting, but I don't think I'm the kind of person who could have the same job for my whole life, no matter how perfect it is. I'll presumably end up in something programming-related eventually, though it's not what I'm looking for now. OH OKAY ACTUALLY dream job? Probably doing video essays (or possibly let's plays) on Youtube haha.

15 PEOPLE IS A LOT OF PEOPLE TO TAG AND I ALWAYS FEEL SO SHY TAGGING PEOPLE IN GAMES and I have no idea who's been tagged already ahaha UM NO PRESSURE WHATSOEVER!!! @llumimoon @happi-tree @kaseyskat @abeinginsand @nolassolace @goldturnedgray @swiffin @insomaniiiac @meiwks @calamity-unlocked @coolfire333 @supremely-unsupervised @b1gwings @giraffeskull There! 15! Tried to get a few new people in there lol. But fr no stress!

Thinking about Glenn finding family photos in his house after the timeline shift. Family photos still intact from the original timeline which feels like a Christmas miracle.

The catch is that only those who know about the old timeline can recognize the people in those photos.

To everyone else, it looks like one of those generic stock photo family pictures that are placed in the photo frames in stores.

Wip wednesday s2 epilogue fic wip ---- Lincoln’s hand is heavy on Normal’s shoulder as he gives him a reassuring pat and grins. Soft freckles cover his face, decorating his nose and dimples, only interrupted by his small, trimmed beard. His voice is light and affectionate as he says,“I have to help pack up for the night. But, it was really good to see you guys.” And not even two minutes later, the star of the dance floor, Scary, chimes in too. “Yeah, we should really meet up again soon–” She shares a look with her husband, halfway into a suppressed laugh as she keeps talking. The disco ball’s rays shimmer on their matching rings and toothy smiles. Normal hopes the dim light is hiding his grimace.

He’d missed the wedding, but he kept the invite clean and tucked away in an old box at the back of his closet. The reunion invite almost went there too until his therapist….and mostly Hero convinced him. ‘It was only fair,' she’d said, nudging him with her elbow and then helping him carry in an old dresser into his apartment. ‘Since you convinced me to go to mine!’ Normal remembers giving his sister a half hearted laugh, and ignoring the lingering, concerned  gaze she shot him between her teasing and nudging. Shaking off the memory, the man zones back into his old friend’s chatter. “--The Sonics is still around! Maybe they kept the wanted poster up there too…” He watches a few loose strands of dyed hair stick out and curl near her face. Instead of tucking them gently back behind her ears, the former student fiddles with the lint in his pants pocket and musters a response. “Yeah, sounds nice.” Then, he waits for Taylor to chime in too, loud and confident, but instead, he hears the music transition and a few chairs being pushed in the distance. The brown-haired man looks over to see Taylor fiddling with a black beaded bracelet. He is looking down, hair blocking his expression, until Link gives him a pat on the shoulder too. And as the shorter man looks up–face shifting from blank to a smug smirk as he accepts the invite–Normal thinks he looks more like Hermie than he ever has before.  --- The fic prompt I have for this is 'After the reunion, Taylor and Normal have a little moment to talk in the parking lot' so that's where the wip would lead if continued

Terrick thoughts... After appearing in Hell, Terry has chronic migraines given the way he died. After s2 plots over, he's got time to himself and is trying to adjust. But then, his horns start coming in along with his teeth and nails getting sharper as well. It's extremely painful and apparently demon transformation times greatly very from person to person. He's exhausted and laying down in a guest room in Glenn's place in hell more often than not. For some reason, Nicky keeps coming to check on him. He doesn't feel like he deserves that at all. Not after everything. But it's still nice to have a hand to hold while he's curled into himself and wishing everything would stop being so bright, loud, and achy.

Something, something, Lincoln doesn't like butterflies because they always fly away and don't return. Something, something, Taylor's demon wings are starting to sprout. Both are secretly freaking out about it. ---- Started working on this (fic snippet here)

You're adorable like this (Glennry)

For wip wednesday! Title: You're adorable like this

Relationships: Glennry, Background Hencedes Other info: AU where Glenn had the prison arc, but never died, the doodler wasn't released, and both Glenn and Nicky are still human.

“You're adorable like this." Those are the first words Glenn hears after waking up. He blinks groggily and blows a silver strand of hair out of his face. It joins the rest of his hair splayed against the colorful pillows and sheets. “Ah geez, sorry, Glenn. Didn’t mean to wake you.” The blonde haired man above him smiles, chuckling in a way that rumbles through his body. The sound makes it clear this guy’s not that sorry at all. The tension in his shoulders lessens as he recognizes the voice and feels the warm, sweaty, weight leaning on his chest. It’s Henry. Of course, it’s Henry. Why wouldn’t it be?

‘Cause Glenn’s been spending the week at the Oak-Garcia’s keeping his pal company with Mercedes’ thrilled permission while she’s at some conference out of town. The arrangement isn’t the part the ex-rockstar’s still stalling over. It’s all the other kinks he hasn’t managed to shake off from the past. Always takes him a minute to an hour everyday to fully believe he’s not in that cell and in chains again. Doesn’t help that the aches from back then, especially in that arm, never left either.

“You’re making a face. Need some space? I can get started on breakfast–” “Nah, stay.” “Are you sure? I really don’t mind.” “Yeah, m’ good.” The words get Henry to stop his half-way move to get off the bed and he opts to flop down to the dark-haired man’s side with a hand resting on his chest instead. The feeling of Henry’s fingers swirling circles over his scars tickles too much not to get a laugh out of him. He has his gaze on the ceiling but moves a hand to rest over Henry’s. He pretends it’s to get him to stop with the tickling instead of wanting something more to remind him how real this cozy moment is. “You're adorable like this, all sleepy and soft…” “You said that earlier. How come I’m not cool or handsome?” “Those words aren’t mutually exclusive, Glenn. You’re all of them to me.” Henry squeezes his hand once and,with a glance, he can see the geologist is ready to launch into a passionate lecture about toxic masculinity. But he seems to lose steam when the DJ squeezes his hand back and smirks. “Heh, yeah, I’m an all in one package, baby. Don’t forget it.” The other man makes a face at that familiar cocky tone, frowning some, and shaking his head. “I should watch my words. Looks like it's already going to your head!”

“My head, huh?”

“Don’t make me throw a pillow. You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“Ugh, you’re a menace.”

Glenn shifts under the thin blanket to turn to face Henry. He admires the stray wrinkles around the druid’s forest green eyes as he so clearly pouts back at the cause.

“You love me, anyway~”

There’s the feeling of hot breath on the bard’s skin as Henry leans more into his side with a grumble and gives him a kiss on the cheek. The other man whispers a soft:

“Yes, I do, mi amor.”

The long-haired man’s heart squeezes at that response. He knew that both Henry and Mercedes had talked at length with each other and with him about all this stuff. Yet being called one of the same pet names as Henry’s life-long partner, his wife, felt–

His train of thought is interrupted by the sound of several things clattering and crashing to the ground. Seems like the kids were awake, them or the various animals anyways. Or the horrible possibility of both at once.

This week of such noisy living was leading to plenty of revelations. One of the easier ones to accept being that maybe his parents had a point when they only let him have a goldfish as a kid.

Polydads (Glenn/Darryl/Henry) with a focus on Closeson (Glenn/Darryl) Post s1 while they are all on some quest, camping for the night . . . Glenn's sitting on the ground and Henry's on a tree log (makeshift bench) behind him and carefully braiding his hair. Darryl's humming something and Glenn ends up drifting sleep. He wakes up later and he's laying down in between Darryl and Henry with a big blanket. Henry's hugging him from behind and smells somehow more like raw nature than the ground beneath them does. Darryl's facing him, one hand on Glenn's hip and probably touching Henry's hand there too. He blinks drowsily and speaks up. “You guys should've woken me up.”

“No, you needed the rest. Henry insisted,” Darryl replies with a chuckle. They are so close that the rockstar can feel the rumble wash over him. The other man's eyes are all soft, those familiar wrinkles crinkling up as he smiles. Glenn decides to look down at his partner's shirt instead of getting lost in his gaze. He sees a little flower tucked into the shirt pocket and grabs it. Suddenly nostalgic, Glenn finds himself asking: “You ever wear one of those...uh...damn what are they called? The flower things you wear on the suit or dress at formal places?” “Carol doesn't like them much. Mostly the ones made with real flowers--we got these custom flower pins instead.” Darryl doesn't look upset about that though, maybe even a little happy to think about it. The wedding was one of the best days of his life after all. He still keeps the flower pin that he wore instead, tucked into his wallet along with one of Grant's baby pictures. "Sounds chill. Bet you both looked great, wish I could've been there to make sure the music was good." "Hey, how do you know it wasn't great?" "I wasn't the DJ. Automatically not as awesome as could have been~" Glenn smirks as he watches Darryl furrow his eyebrows and shake his head. They've fought over less in the past, but the two know each other well enough that its clear that its only a tease. The demon thinks about how Morgan loved those little accessories. Got so excited about them that she convinced them to wear two, one on each side at the wedding. It was goofy and truth be told, he had to hold back a sneeze during their vows. But, her bright, dimpled smile always made trying different stuff worth it. He fidgets with the flower more as he thinks about that. His long, braided hair starts to glow with a non-heated flame where it rests against his chest. A few minutes later, Glenn hears Darryl gasp and he lets the flower fall as he looks up at him with confusion. "You're glowing." "Huh? ...Darryl, c'mon, we've been over this buddy," He frowns some thinking about getting the rosary beads and cross flashed in front his face at several barbecues in the past. Until Nicky got mad and then Grant got mad and well there was a lot to that but they all talked it over and its not a big deal anymore. Or he thought it wasn't. "The flames just do their thing sometimes and--" "Ah, wait, I didn't mean the fire. I mean, look, your flames are making the flowers glow," Darryl replies, moving his hand from his partner's hip over to the long braid. It's pretty dark now, middle of the night in Faerun, and its easy to see that there are flowers woven into his braid. Flowers that seem to be glowing various soft colors. Huh. "It looks really pretty on you," Darryl says and places the braid back down. It's another few minutes before he continues speaking in an even softer tone. "Always have been pretty to me though. Wild too, in a cool, intimidating way. It scared me how much I liked you sometimes. Still does." He feels the exact opposite of cool and intimidating right now, cheeks warm and flames curling through his hair further, a stray few bits dancing across Darryl's arm like firework sparklers.

"Ooh, is it compliment Glenn hour over there? Without me?," Henry's voice suddenly slots in between Darryl and Glenn. Their other partner's breath tickles the musician's neck. And normally, he would either laugh or playfully brush the praise off.

But tonight, the look of awe and love on Darryl's face and in his tone makes him too stunned to banter back. He musters a little, miffed, "uh-huh" to Henry and leans a little more into him since he's awake now.

Its an interesting and mushy rest of the night between the three as Henry joins in the compliments and explains his extensive knowledge and hidden flower language about the flowers he carefully snuck into Glenn's hair.

Some hcs and snippets For Hot Glenn Holidays

(there's an idea for each prompt of the week)

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Sweets and Baking:

Glenn likes spicy hot cocoa and coffee. It never occurred to him to look up a proper recipe for it, so usually he tossed a few drops of hot sauce in the beverage of choice and called it a day.

He does this with ready-made cookie dough as well. Both Darryl and Ron were appalled by this info but Henry seemed excited to ramble about some related family recipes.

Fun in the Snow (Post S2 AU):

It snows in hell all year so snow ball fights are pretty common. His favorite ones are yearly though when--most of the family (including Hermie) are wrangled into participating (compared to dragging over unsuspecting demons in the area). He also has an ice rink set up down there and is a DJ for it.

Caroling (Teen High School Band AU):

As the school's band teacher, he's always excited about performing with his students during the local parade. Its a performance mix of instruments and holiday tunes. One part rock 'n roll and the other being a mix of anime and traditional stuff. The anime music is courtesy of his grandson Taylor, also in the band. One of his old Glenn Close trio band mates always drives the truck for their float and of course the whole thing has protective guard rails on it. A few students and himself sit in chairs within big cardboard present boxes with no bottoms or tops. During certain cues in the songs, they are supposed to stand up to pop out of the box and then sit back down. Its a big hit with crowds and the candy canes others hand out seal the deal too. Little candy bags that even have coupons to local shops inside too.

Caroling and Saint Nicky:

Back when Morgan was still alive, she'd work some pretty long shifts sometimes. It was rarely around Christmas, but if it was, Glenn and Nick would do some caroling around the neighborhood and surprise her with a holiday serenade when she got back.

Present Wrapping (cw self harm):

Glenn's gotten into the bad habit of scratching his wrists to chase away the phantom feeling of cuffs and chains. He should stop but its easier to try and keep it a secret instead. Until he's at Darryl's holiday party and the sight of Jesus strapped to the cross makes his stomach flip. And he's off to the kitchen to get away from it all, wrists stinging as his nails-- But...with the sound of footsteps, he realizes Ron followed. The shorter man doesn't call out the obvious or ask any related questions to the red marks peaking out from under his baggy ugly christmas sweater. Instead, his friend asks him something else: "Can you try this ribbon on for me?" He doesn't remember if he even said yes or 'mhm' but the soft feeling of the present ribbon is nice. The thin fabric is warm from Ron's hands, tied loosely so Glenn could slip out of it at any time. He lets go of the breath he was holding, flexes his fingers, and stares at the pink ribbon now around one wrist "This looks dumb."

Ron doesn't hold back his little laugh at all and pats his shoulder. "Sure does. How does it feel though?" It was a thinly veiled 'How do you feel?' that Glenn decided to answer. Maybe because they were alone or because Ron was willing to laugh at him instead of assure him. Or a bit of both...

Glenn felt himself smirk and say a tired but honest, "A little better."

Christmas in the Sand:

Before the divorce, Bill used to take the family to the beach at least once a year. It was to have fun and make some business while he was down there. Getting a hotel at the beach was a lot cheaper in winter too. He'd often wake up earlier than his wife and son each morning to go browse the boardwalk. Again, there was money to be made with talks and setting up new gigs or busking.

But, regardless of the deals, his favorite part was waking up little Glenny and showing him the bag of trinkets he bought or traded for that day. The three also played out in the sand. Mostly Christine and Glenn burying a napping Bill in the sand. Christine wasn't one to laugh much except when looking at her sand mermaid husband snoozing away. Both were awake to play with their kid in the waves later on too. Glenn and Morgan took Nick to the beach as well, but they all tended to wander the city instead of play in the sand most of the time. It was so hard to get sand out of everything when they did go over there. Also having to convince their son not to munch on said sand was a whole other challenge! Still a lot of fun though and so many great pictures too.

Trees and Ornaments:

Since that blunt existed in the close family mail box regardless of the timeline shift, lets go with the thought that some other misc. items stayed behind too. Like a few worn family pictures from old vacations mentioned above. Glenn has a giant Christmas tree set up in hell and the beach day photo with Morgan by his side, an arm around his waist, and Nick on his shoulders always goes at the top instead of a star or other ornament.

Sparrow canonly refers to Normal as 'bud' at least once. I like to think its short for flower bud instead of buddy. Also baby Normal really liked playing with and trying to eat the flowers and leaves that are always sprouting from his dad's hair (due to the druid stuff).

No one asked but here are some reasons I draw Glenn's demon form with bells hooked to his horns [Season 2 spoiler warning: Glenn design and in group pic here] 1) Glenn likes to be flashy and noisy pretty often, prefers it over complete silence (distracts from his own thoughts too...he'll never admit that though) 2) Music experimentation, loves adding unusual sounds to his music and very easy to incorporate with some head banging or other movement. He doesn't stay still much anyway! 3) The bells are very useful for annoying his brother sworn enemy Jodie Chodie

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lincoln Li-Wilson/Taylor Swift Characters: Lincoln Li-Wilson, Taylor Swift (Dungeons and Daddies) Additional Tags: Pillow Fights, Fluff, Background Scary Hermie Normal and Dood, Background Marco and Grant, Birthday, Hermie lives and Dood stays AU, post-canon AU, sleepover Summary:

Link's pillow smacked the other teens face and fell off to reveal a…devious grin. There was a red glint to Taylor's brown eyes and red braces as he said:

“Hermie, Normal, I'm in position. Just according to keikaku.”

The soccer player felt a shiver looking into that gaze. One of the last times he heard such fire in Taylor's voice was when he'd held him at blade point in heaven. Lost in thought over that–Link has time to take two steps back before Taylor jumps out from under the table like a cat.

And then the room plunges into magical darkness. --- For Swiftli Week Day 1: Sleepover

For Taylor's first birthday, Glenn shows up late--clearly having been in a rush but still wearing his usual lopsided grin. He gifts the kid this snoopy plushie that's dressed in a santa outfit. The item is nearly as big as his little grandson. And the sight reminds him of seeing Nick for the first time outside of those fuzzy ultrasound images. His eye might have shined a bit at the thought and the fact that his grandson immediately latched onto the toy and his arm when he presented the gift to him. Taylor still has that snoopy in present day, in fact out of the few gifts that have survived his various childhood adventures...this is the only one still in his bedroom, resting on his bed along with those pillows.

The snoopy used to have a hat but its long gone now. He wore it so much as a toddler that the little clear straps that hooked it to the toy fell apart. Now the worn and stitched hat is resting in plastic with a little cop toy in the family awards room. On the off-chance that anyone questions him about his ownership of police propaganda, he is prepared to explain (as a master preparer always is). Taylor's got a ten page booklet that tells this little ex-cop character's heroic and fantastical story. But back to the snoopy santa, Taylor didn't know who Snoopy was until many years later, so he named the toy something else entirely: Detective Snow-feet. The toy has white fur and Santa lives in the north pole (or so his mom tells him), so snow seemed fitting. Now for the detective part though... This super cool dog is undercover as a santa trying to infiltrate someplace. Perhaps a fancy...mall or epic film studio? Sadly some of the extended lore for this beloved sidekick is a bit fuzzy but it adds a nice mystery to things, so Taylor doesn't mind too much. Its fun to make up more info each year too. Usually on his birthday but sometimes during holidays. ---- The detective undercover at a mall--is a vague reference to Glenn not liking mall santas. The ex cop toy is reference to Jodie, but the backstory part is because Taylor likes making up intricate stories for his things, especially if he treasures them deeply. The items and their stories keep him company! Additional note (thank you Isadora for reminding me :D): The film studio part is a reference to both Meryl (at the mountains of dadness character) and Cass. Meryl was a silent film actor and Cass was a former daytime tv actress. Also Nicky was the first one to put the little santa hat on Taylor. He could not resist the cuteness and Cass may have teased him and then cheered him on affectionately--quickly getting her phone camera out for many a photo. Little Taylor was very amused, giggling and wiggling around in his crib. There's this one picture Nicky keeps with him that has the whole Freeman Close Foster Swift family with a bunch of tiny santa hats on and their kiddo (2-3) is in the center with Nicky and Cass holding him up. All have a variety of colorful sweaters on too. It was an in hell photo so there was some snow and hell fire in the bg too. The flames seemed to float and form holiday themed shapes too.

S2 Teens and Kiddads Flowers hcs -------- [ S2 Teens ]

Normal - Carnations (fascination, love)

Taylor - Cherry blossoms (optimism, national flower of japan, often in anime/manga) and fire lilies (fame, love, fire coloring in general for demon heritage)

Lincoln - Chrysanthemum (protection, calm), Bluebell (loyalty)

Scary - Scarlet Pimpernel (change, evasive, daring) , As Terri/younger self (humble, lending a helping hand), its also a poisonous flower

Hermie - Peony (the Joker carries around a peony-looking acid flower, passion (for acting), shame)

--- Note: I didn't copy down the flower language for the Kiddads, but I do have some fav drink hcs instead --- [ The Kiddads ] Sparrow - Sunflowers, fruit teas/cocktails, the adventurous move that is mixing every option from the drink machines into one cup

Lark - Lilies, truthfully the good ol H20 but he thinks its amusing to tell a different answer anytime someone asks. still hates apple juice with a passion though (I think it was apple juice that came out of the pyramid?)

Terry - Hydrangea, lemonade, boba maybe, and his mom's sun tea recipe

Grant - not sure on flowers, Rose was suggested by my friend Baba and thought it was fun, drink-wise rootbeer, though lattes on occasion? maybe he stopped drinking coffee for awhile, starts trying the seasonal flavors with Marco

Nicky - Daffodils, hot cocoa (sipped some of his dad's cup as a kid and has loved it ever since, kept from Glenn Timeline), orange juice (kept from Jodie Timeline), often used to like trying out other people's favorite drinks too

Normal has tried to throw Teeny away before, multiple times actually. All the frustration and disappointment wrapping tightly around him like thorn covered marionette strings. He'd heave the mascot's head up and out, hovering it over the school's open outdoor garbage container. Then, suck in a deep breath and mutter some tired goodbye. But every time, at the last second, he'll remember those moments that Teeny did--he did--make a difference to someone. Even if it was only a few minute long smile at the pep rally or some of the marching band cheering him on during a half time dance off. Or a kind parent going out of their way to say his performance was good after a game. With those memories flickering in, his hands would tense, beginning to tremble. He'd hug the mascot to his chest and slump down near the garbage container. And as tears welled up and overflowed, damping the costume's cheeks...Normal would try and hope again that maybe tomorrow will be better, that he'll brighten at least one person's day again.

Title: Feather Light

Relationships: Marloakworthy with Scary/Hermie focus Other info: Mythical creatures au, Scary pov, pining, daydreaming, other context in fic notes Summary: Scary has never kissed Hermie and never plans to. Unfortunately, her twisted and dark heart continues to betray her. Filling her mind with dangerous what-ifs whenever a certain phoenix looks her way or happens to sit or walk beside her.

Dangerous because if she ever let herself go through with said dumb thoughts, it’d mean upsetting one of her closest friends.

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It's wip wednesday, so here's a finished fic from a few days ago. Based on mythical creature au ideas by @llumimoon and friends.