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I was tagged by @treason-and-plot ! I choose my sweet faerie doll Crystal for this 💛
Name: Crystal Leblanc
Nickname: Crys, Kitten, Sunshine, Mew, Nines
Gender: Female
Star sign: Sagittarius
Height: About 5 ft glamoured (2 inches in true fae form)
Orientation: Biromantic ace (has a preference for cute girls)
Nationality/Ethnicity: French
Favorite Fruit: Apples
Favorite Season: Autumn
Favorite Flower: Daisy
Favorite Scent: Cinnamon
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Coffee (she's a barista at the library)
Average Hours of Sleep: 10 (she's a cat. Lots of naps)
Dogs or Cats: Cats
Dream Trip: France with her Maman to visit the bakeries and learn from them / Germany with Leon for a food tour
Number of Blankets: As many as she can, she likes to be cozy
Random Fact: Her favorite book is the Velveteen Rabbit 📚
I tag: @bastardtrait, @simspaghetti, @papermint-airplane, @simsandgiggles @nikatyler and anyone else who wants to gush about their ocs!
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tagged by @blaquesails hehee thank youuu :D !
last song listened to: you guys won’t believe this, but as always i’m currently listening to music lol currently james by blue october is playing
last movie you watched: raw (2016)…… french movies man 🚬🚬
currently watching: one piece :^) i’m at ep 206
other things you’ve watched this year: i just finished watching yellowjackets (good overall but i have a few things i’m rather unhappy about), i watched golden wind, i mean shippuden early on in the year 🧍🧍 uhhh oh yea i rewatched yoi a bit ago…. mmmm idk a bunch of diff cannibal movies in general and ofc other movies that aren’t particularly worth noting?
currently reading: naruto
currently listening to: obito playlist 🧍🧍 sorry
currently working on: commission of some ocs ^.^ in between that i was going to finish an sns drawing but i actually haven’t touched that in days lol
current obsession: 🧍🧍itachi and cannibalism. what else is new LMFAO
tags: @lycentropy @kyueishin @szczek @grailskull @shades4dogs @kyghostly @gayhokage @sunbackeddog @coybones @yamanaka-shin
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Banshee In A Well Snippet
“You promised,” is the first thing Cass says to him, voice hoarse and accusatory. “You promised you’d be okay.”
“I am,” he tries to rasp out, and the way she tightens her grip feels like a warning, so he quickly corrects himself: “I thought I was.”
“You lied,” she says mournfully, “you lied, and I let you go.”
From where she’s tangled with him, he can’t see her face, but the minute shift of her shoulder tells him that she’s spiralling, and he quickly goes to pull away. She tries to tighten her hold, but he needs to look her in the face.
“Cass, I promise I thought I was okay,” he repeats, and she lets out a sigh so deep he can feel it in his bones.
“Lying,” she breathes out into his ear, “to me, to yourself, to everyone.”
And that-
Tim doesn’t know how to respond to that.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he finally admits, because that’s the crux of it; he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what’s the right thing to tell them, how he needs to react, how he convinces everyone that this is normal and always has been.
Cass just leans back in, tucking her head beneath his chin, and she holds him with a gentleness that makes his eyes sting.
“Words are hard,” she agrees, and he lets out a strangled chuckle.
Both of them stay quiet for a moment, neither quite sure how to continue.
Or, well, he does. Because Cass is Cass is Cass, and she is his sister before anything else.
“I think dying has been the one constant in my life,” he confesses into her hair, half hoping she won’t hear him. But she does. Of course she does, and she goes still at his words, chest hitching as she waits for him to continue.
And unlike the bitter torrent he threw at Bruce and Dick, unlike the caustic sarcasm he spewed to amuse Pru, unlike the clinical observations he noted down for himself and Ra’s, what begins to pour out of his chest hurts in a way he’s swallowed down since that first lungful of water.
“It’s normal,” he finds himself saying, “that’s the thing, it’s normal to me. And no-one’s ever asked before. No-one’s ever noticed unless I died in front of them, and even then it’s a toss-up, though to be fair, I actively try to prevent people from connecting the dots.
“I think a part of me actively wants to die, Cass,” spills out of his mouth, and he regrets it as she flinches against him, but he can’t stop. “And not in a permanent, suicidal depressed way, but like there’s some biological imperative that makes me seek out death over and over. Because what other explanation is there? I was five when I died the first time, and then I killed myself to test it. Multiple times. And even when I tried to avoid it, it still lingered in my mind.
“Why did I do that stuff? Why did I record it? Why do I still pull that shit, over and over, choosing death like it’s the easiest thing in the world?”
Cass is silent in his arms. But she doesn’t let go.
Instead, the room is disrupted by a clearing throat, and Tim’s eyes dart up, even as Cass stays still. Alfred stands there, wrinkles pronounced and voice hoarse as he speaks.
“If I may, Timothy?”
Cassandra doesn’t move to kick the older man out, not like she did with Bruce and Dick, and Alfred-
Well, Alfred is Alfred.
And so, Tim nods.
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