Since there’s no screenshots of Dottie, I’ll fill in that role since nobody would

Self Ship Valentines - Day 6

Prompt: “Mixtape”

Description: One song from Bronwen’s home world, at first, was just meant to bring her comfort in times of stress. But little did she know, it would unite her with the person her heart had been yearning for all her life.

Extra Info: This is using an AU! It’s an Isekai AU, where the goddess Sothis realized a day would come when she may not be able to help Fódlan. So, she used her powers to gaze into other realms, and found Bronwen. Then she brought Bronwen’s physical body into her own realm, sealing it in an altar in the stars so Bronwen could not age, and would only descend on to the land when the time came. Bronwen’s consciousness would then join her later when she was needed. Bronwen had no prior knowledge of the land, and is basically meant to unify the land when they need it most. The myths refer to her as “the Lunar Maiden”. This fic takes place after she’s descended, and the word of her appearance has spread across the continent. Bronwen’s trying to navigate her powers and also the fact everyone basically treats her like a blessed being since it freaks her out a bit lol.

All she wanted was to wander on her own for awhile.

Bronwen didn’t really like this new life. Frankly, it was far too much to take in at once- with how everything seemed to come at her a mile a minute, to how she went from a normal to some prophesied woman meant to bring peace. She still had a hard time believing any of it- even if it was getting harder to reject as she unleashed new abilities. So, at the very least, Bronwen had wanted to explore on her own. With how the church was practically haunting her with guards, to the way others acted so odd around her at first, Bronwen just wanted some breathing space.

So, she snuck out at night. Bronwen thought a walk may help; that some wandering would clear her mind and calm her own. But... it didn’t.

Instead, Bronwen just got lost in some creepy caves.

At this rate, Bronwen’s legs were tired from running and trying to find her way back, so she’d sat down on a crumbling bench and held her head in her hands. Tears and sobs began to slip free, all the stress of the time before today flooding out all at once. The descent into the land and the massive amount of pain she felt after waking, realizing she may never see her family again and have no way home, hearing she had some sacred duty, hearing people speak as if she were some higher creature or as if they knew her.... not to even begin to discuss the marriage proposals. Goddess- the proposals from random noble men were making her wish word of her never got out at all.

The cries grew louder and louder, Bronwen sliding down to the floor below as her pure white dress pooled around her. How could she lose everything? Why did this goddess think she would be able to do any of this? The weight of this duty assigned by literal Divinity felt like having an entire world resting upon her shoulders and it hurt. She couldn’t hear a voice calling out towards her, lost in all of the feelings at once pouring out from her heart through her eyes.

But the calls soon stopped, wondering if the crying was a trap. The former noblewoman had seen such things before- but something about this felt different. She was about to stop and turn away, when the crying paused and turned into something else.

Bronwen, in a desperate attempt to calm herself, remembered one of her only means of solace; song.

The melody rose from nothing, but the song was utterly unknown to the people of Fódlan; utterly unknown to the woman nearby. Her purple heels clicked upon the stone as she walked closer, listening closely to the voice to see who it could be. It wasn’t anyone she recognized; so certainly not a resident of Abyss, or a former friend still among high society.

“Every soul contains a whisper of light,

Gleaming faintly as it dwindles from sight;

No escape, no greater fate to be made.

In the end, the chains of time will not break.”

It was a hopeless part f the melody. One that pulled at the fallen noblewoman’s heart; one that felt oddly close to her soul. She was still silent as she came around a corner, her rich violet eyes falling on to Bronwen’s form. She pressed her fan to her lips to hold back a gasp- as anyone in Fódlan would recognize her. Even if they had not seen her before. The woman in paintings, the woman discussed in books, the woman debated over. She who dressed in a long, flowing white gown, and wore a circlet decorated by gems that glittered like starlight. Long brown hair, gentle freckles upon her skin... the Lunar Maiden was easy to spot so long as you’d seen art of her even once.

“Colours weave into a spire of flame;

Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed.

Bear this torch against the cold of the night,

Search your soul and reawaken the undying light.”

“You.... you’re the Lunar Maiden, aren’t you?”

The sudden voice made Bronwen gasp, eyes wide as she scurried away a bit. The former noblewoman noticed the glossy sheen along the edges of her eyes, and the wetness upon her cheeks. Tears... those were tears.

“You’ve been crying.” She remarked. Bronwen looked off to the side, but nodded.

“I’m lost.” Bronwen replied, using her sleeve to wipe away the tear tracks on her face, “I... I was so tired of people acting strange around me and following me around, so I tried to sneak out and look around. But I found these tunnels and... and.... I got lost. I don’t know how to get back.”

“Well, you’re quite fortunate, Lunar One! For you’ve been found by Constance von Nuvelle!” The woman let out a haughty laugh, reaching her hand out towards Bronwen, “Anyone else would surely not know how to lead you back to the surface, but with me as your guide you have nothing to fear!”

Bronwen blinked once in confusion, gently taking Constance’s hand and rising up from the ground, tilting her head a bit as she looked over Constance’s face. The woman looked away for a second, unfolding her fan and using it to cover her face- hiding a blush, unbeknownst to Bronwen.

“Ah..... thank you, Constance. I’m sorry I was such a mess- but please, I beg of you, don’t call me ‘Lunar One’. I’m quite exhausted of the formality. It’s not what I was- not before here.” Bronwen said before smiling softly her way, “Consider me a friend. Just call me by my name- Bronwen.”

Constance nodded, leading Bronwen away from the previous spot as that song rang in Constance’s head. “Yes, well, of course you would want to be friends with the one who will bring House Nuvelle back to glory! Bronwen it is, then. As a show of good faith, call me whatever nickname you see fit.”

Bronwen felt her heart flutter a bit, but she nodded in return, smiling Constance’s way.

“Can I call you Connie, then?”

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“Every soul contains a whisper of light,

Growing louder as it calls to unite.

From the distance sings a chorus of souls,

Rising slowly, stirring heat from the coals.

Colours weave into a spire of flame,

Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed.

Bear this torch against the cold of the night;

Search your soul and reawaken the undying light.”

That song seemed to lead into their every meeting. Slowly, Constance was starting to think of Bronwen’s face whenever those lyrics pierced the silence, as her voice drifted through the air on that gentle melody. Constance turned the corner to head deeper into the goddess tower, unable to stop her smile as she saw Bronwen standing within.

“Lavender looks wonderful on you, Bronwen.” She remarked, voice softer than normal, “It seems the legends downplayed the goddess’ blessing.”

Bronwen turned around, nervous until she saw Constance’s face and smiled. “Connie! I was worried I wouldn’t see you tonight... although I did try and make sure Professor Byleth invited you. I’m glad she delivered the message.” Bronwen walked a bit closer, taking Constance’s hands in hers, “How have you been? Any experiments you need help with?”

“Of course! But I have yet to perfect the spell that will restore House Nuvelle. But your help has undeniably drawn me closer to my goal- for that i must thank you, even if it is an honour assisting me in this matter. Now, why did you call me here?” Constance asked, her violet eyes looking away from Bronwen’s for a moment as she calmed her racing heart.

Bronwen smiled towards her, pulling Constance towards the balcony to look out at the sky. Bronwen smiled gently towards her again, the women unaware of how they made each other’s hearts pound.

“Back in my world, this moon was called ‘December’. It was the end of the year for us- and we tended to spend it with people we love. So... after hearing about the goddess tower, I thought you and I could make a wish.” Bronwen explained, “I was feeling lonely, and I wanted to make a wish with someone special. It wouldn’t be right.... especially when in my world, this is a month where we’re supposed to be with people we love. So, I thought why not make a wish with you?”

Constance’s face went red and she unfolded her fan, covering her face and glancing away. Love was such a strong word.... but goddess, it made her heart pound so fast when it came from Bronwen. More than anyone else.

“W-Well, of course! It is an honour to make a wish with me, after all, and only one the goddess’ chosen ones is surely worthy of such a thing!”

Bronwen laughed, and Constance could feel her blush darken.

“Of course, of course. Now.... let’s make it together. Quietly, so it’ll come true. Okay?”

The two closed their eyes, and unbeknownst to them, made the same wish.

I hope to be with her forever.

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The lyrics to the song “Lifelight” usually only came from Bronwen’s lips; a song from her world, thusly only heard in her voice. But when Constance asked Bronwen to meet her at night out in a small meadow they both enjoyed to stargaze in, Bronwen was surprised to hear that melody sung in Constance’s voice.

“These little sparks cling on to life,

Everyone caught in the struggle.

This is the day we finally find our way,

Stepping in to our tomorrow.”

The sound stopped as Bronwen’s steps were heard, and she felt a pang of disappontment in her heart, wishing she could hear more. But she smiled anyway at her dear friend.

“I think you sing that better than I do.” She remarked. Constance shook her head.

“Normally I would agree, but not in this case. It is from your homeland, after all.” Constance replied, “But since you’re here.... I assume you got my letter?”

Bronwen nodded, “I did indeed... what did you want to talk about?”

Constance was silent for a moment. She took Bronwen’s hand, a longing look in her eyes before she sighed.

“I’m afraid I can’t be your friend anymore... dear Bronwen.” Constance said, flinching at the gasp that left Bronwen’s lips. “I want to be- but I can’t any longer. I’ll ruin it if I do... because... I’m afraid that I’ve fallen in love with you.”

There was dead silence for a moment. Constance was about to step away, but Bronwen held her hand tighter, pulling Constance into a tight, warm hug, filled with so much love it would make the coldest of hearts melt.

“Connie- don’t be stupid. You’re not ruining anything.” She whispered into Constance’s soft blonde hair, “I love you too... I have for so long now.”

The two were still for a moment, staying still as only the wind and swaying flowers seemed to be their company. Constance slowly hugged Bronwen back, just as tightly as if to express all the feelings she had repressed over all this time. They were older now; the war had begun, five years had passed since their meeting. But feelings had only deepened, and they loved all the same, always greeting one another with that same song.

“Perhaps it is appropriate that you kept singing that song every time we crossed paths.” Constance muttered, her chin now atop Bronwen’s head, “For, it seems, you were my ‘lifelight’ all this time.”

numb without you (part twenty-three)

a/n: well I definitely didn’t get back on my writing grind over my Christmas break but that’s okay because guess who’s back and better than ever! I am writing this right now for el because an update is well deserved. if you are new to nwoy, welcome! if you are a veteran of this series, thank you for your endless support. I don’t want this author’s note to be too long so without further ado, part 23 (read part 22 here!)

pairing: readerxluke

playlist: numb without you by the maine, mystery’s gone by speak low if you speak love, valentine by COIN, gold on tv by lennon stella & jp saxe

word count: 1.6k

rating: PG-13

summary: y/n is nesting and her and calum have a heart to heart conversation

warnings: mild language

Y/N’s POV:

Calum stopping by was a kind of unexpected surprise, but it has been two weeks since that seemingly awkward encounter and you are swiftly nesting away at Luke’s place and Calum’s. You are grateful for the fact that neither of them seems to mind too much, although you know what a hassle two cribs and two nurseries have already been before the baby is even here. You are very fortunate to have RM/N support you with your nesting at Calum’s place. In fact, she stayed out of the nursery completely the last couple times I have been over at their place, but I believe that was more on the premise of her latest binge watch of New Girl over anything else.

Calum has been in and out of the studio a lot lately with Luke, so it has mainly just been you and RM/N at the house. It is surprisingly quiet in the house without Calum there, not that he usually is one to make a lot of noise. It seems like the only sounds throughout the entire house are coming from the television in the living room and the soft shuffle of your feet throughout the nursery. Your movement has become more of a waddle within the past couple of weeks. And you are slowly but surely becoming more impatient with waiting for your little bundle of joy to make her way into the world.

With your efforts, your little girl’s nurseries are as complete as they can be. The only thing missing in both cribs in both houses are your baby sleeping within them. You have washed and folded every article of clothing you already have for her between your many shopping sprees and all the gifts you received from your baby shower. Her crib is all put together, the proudest factor of the whole ensemble being the pink and purple dinosaur sheets you found last week. You are as prepared as you are ever going to be for your firstborn child, you just hope that things won’t become too overwhelming with the fact that she basically has four adults willing to take care of her at any given moment.

Calum’s POV:

You have been in the studio tirelessly for the past several weeks. You understand why there are deadlines in the music industry, but at the same time you truly believe it somewhat stunts your creative abilities. You and Luke have been trying your best to get the melody right on your latest song, but you have been failing miserably. It doesn’t help that the studio is the last place the two of you want to be. You know that if anything happened that RM/N would call you right away and get Y/N to the hospital, but you still feel like you should be the one with her in these remaining days before the baby arrives.

-------------2 hours later---------------

You just parked in your driveway after a long day at the studio. You offered to take Luke home because the two of you carpooled there anyway, but was it really a bad thing that you hoped Y/N would still be at your place nesting by the time you got back? You know RM/N texted you twenty minutes prior that she was going to her three-hour lecture on campus and that she would be gone for most of the night. You know it would be the healthy thing to do if you talk out your issues with Y/N. She is usually a very understanding person and the only other person you usually bring up your issues to is RM/N. You don’t want RM/N to know that Luke and Y/N’s relationship is making you jealous. It would ultimately harm your current relationship with RM/N.

To your relief and simultaneously to your surprise, Y/N is sitting in the rocking chair in the nursery of your home. She is humming to herself quietly while rocking slowly back and forth, one hand on top of her very prominent baby bump. This is the kind of moment when you wished you were good at photography. You do your best to take a mental picture of this precious moment and find yourself daydreaming about all the precious moments to come with your daughter. It didn’t take long before Y/N noticed your presence and pulled you out of your own headspace.

“Calum, you’re home sooner than I thought you would be…you just missed RM/N. She had her night class tonight if I’m not mistaken,” Y/N states as she slowly makes her way up and out of the rocking chair in the corner of the room.

“Yeah, our producer let us out of the studio early since Luke and I can’t focus for the life of us haha,” you respond lightly, hoping you didn’t startle Y/N as much as you think you have.

“Well I can go home if you want to be alone and decompress, I’ve spent most of my day here anyway. I should probably get home soon,” Y/N replies with a gentle smile spread across her face.

“Actually, there was something I was hoping we could discuss before I take you home,” you start, silently hoping that she will agree to this conversation that won’t be easy for either of you.

“Yeah that’s fine, but can we talk on the couch? I have been on my feet way too much today already…” Y/N trails off as she heads to the couch, not waiting for your reply on the matter.

You join her on the couch, keeping an appropriate distance due to your want to respect her privacy and space. She is growing an entire human inside of her and that is no easy job. You don’t want to make her any more uncomfortable than she already is.

“I just wanted to talk about our current situation. Like obviously we are both in separate solid relationships with other people and I don’t want any confusion between us. Obviously, we are going to be parents soon…. I don’t know I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m happy for you and Luke, I’m glad the two of you are finally together. I mean we all saw it coming…just the timing of it all was a little concerning. And I guess you could turn that around on me as well considering how quickly I fell for RM/N… I don’t know I just feel very overwhelmed with it all ad I want to be as transparent with you as possible before the baby comes. I’m not a very open person and I know that is one of my flaws and I am trying for everyone else’s sake to get better at that, but I just wanted to let you know where I am at with all if this… I don’t want to end up resenting you or Luke or anyone in this situation. I just wanted to let you know where I’m at with all of this so you are in the loop, if that makes sense…” you trail off recognizing that you just rambled off the problem to Y/N in possibly the worst way.

She takes a while to comprehend all of what you just said, you know that you dumped a lot of information on her all at once and you do not expect a response from her right away. You hope she understands where you are coming from though with all else considered. You hear her take a deep breath in before she says the words you were anxious to hear come out of her mouth.

“I believe we will find a way to work everything out once she is here. The two of us will always be her parents, it would take a heck of a lot to change that, but you also have to understand that Luke and RM/N are going to be a big part of her life as well. As much as I hate to admit this, we made a mistake. A beautiful mistake and I would not change it for the world, but a mistake, nonetheless. We have to act like the adults we are here and evaluate our situation with where we currently are and where we want to be as parents. I am willing to coparent with you and do everything that is necessary for our daughter and I need to know that you are on board with me on all of this as well. Our days are numbered in the sense that she will be here before either of us know it and I want to make sure we, for the lack of a better phrase, have our shit together before that time comes,” Y/N concludes, which leaves you in awe with how much she has grown throughout the past eight months.

With that response alone your mind is now at ease. If the two of you could have a mature relationship on this subject matter, you are certain that you can conquer anything else that life throws at you. You thank Y/N for talking with you and most importantly for not bullshitting you on this. You offer to take her home, back to Luke, and she agrees by hugging you tight. You will be alright. Everything has its way of working out the exact way it is supposed to.

Rollercoaster - Tour De Force

The Stud Brothers / Melody Maker 04.04.1992

The Mary Chain, Blur, the Valentines and Dinosaur all touring together proved too much of a temptation for the Stud Brothers who tagged along for the ride, blagged their way backstage and drank all the booze they could get their hands on. Here's what they can remember. It's true that "Rollercoaster" is the best show you'll see this year. The evidence is there onstage - the Valentines' dream-quest into ambient heavy metal, Blur's bold, knowing nihilism, Dinosaur's compulsive, self-destructive cacophony and the Mary Chain's indefatigable cool. As Blur's Damon Albarn remarks with a grin, "It's the four faces of teenage alienation". And all for 12 quid or, as one spectacularly shabby William Reid lookalike puts it, "a mere one-third of your unemployment benefit". Rollercoaster is undoubtedly cause of celebration. Nonetheless, there's little or no evidence of the confident, self-congratulatory camaraderie that apparently characterised Rollercoaster's American forebear, Lollapalooza. Still, this is only the second night. Dinosaur and the Valentines excepted (te two recently toured the States together), the groups don't actually know one another. Backstage in Glasgow, the atmosphere's one of awkward but inviolable politeness. When members of different bands meet, they exchange sheepish nods and single syllable greetings, reminding us of house-guests bumping into each other on the way to the bathroom. When we finally catch up with the Mary Chain, William's casually reclined on a sofa and a tired-looking Jim is sitting upright in a chair, both inadvertently mimicking the pose they struck for the sleeve of "PsychoCandy". Jim is unusually quiet, partly due to a monstrous hangover and partly because the Glasgow gig is to be played before the admiring but unnerving eyes of the Reids' extended family (which, by the way, seems to consist almost entirely of 14-year-old girls and some fairly fierce-looking matriarchs. Plus there's Jim and William's delightfully gregarious mother who gives us the distinct impression she'd give a pretty good interview herself). We ask about the muted atmosphere backstage. "Well, for a start it's only the second date of the tour," says William, "so there's no buddy-buddy, hanging around in the bar. We just say, 'Hi', and get on with it. Maybe by the end of it we'll all be good mates, maybe we'll all be breaking bottles over each other's heads, saying, 'I never wanna see you again in my life, ya bastard!'. Who knows?" Two weeks before Rollercoaster began, the Maker ran an article in which Murph, Dinosaur's drummer, suggested that the whole tour had been conceived specifically to promote the Mary Chain's new album, "Honey's Dead". Jim and William were reported to have been incensed by the remark when it first appeared in print, but have since discussed the matter with Dinosaur. "That was said in a conversation, not in an interview," says Jim, "and it should never have been written down. When we approached the others with the idea for this tour, any one of them could have said no. Tours are always to promote thingsg, everyone here is promoting their stuff. You can have a good time and put on a great show, but the idea is promotion. It always is." Dinosaur's J Mascis and their extraordinary-looking bassist, Mike Johnson (he appears to have dyed his hair grey), now seem only slightly embarrassed by the gaffe. "That wasn't either of us," says Mascis, cheerfully passing the buck. "That was Murph". Mascis is one hell of a lot more forthcoming than we'd expected. In fact, he might almost be described as garrulous. Maybe he finds it easier to talk in the dark. Dinosaur's dressing-room is lit by a single sorry candle and the steady orange glow of a couple of jossticks. "We heard that people might have been upset by what Murph said," says Mike. "Well, not upset, but they might have thought we were..." He searches for a word. "Dicks," suggests Mascis, helpfully. "Yeah, right. Assholes," Mike continues. "But it was just an off-the-cuff remark." "The weird thing was," says Mascis "that 20 minutes before Murph said that, we'd been explaining to him that all tours are about promoting things. He didn't seem to grasp the concept. When he said that, we looked at him like, 'What are you saying?' because, at the time, touring and promoting was exactly what we were doing." Mike is later kind enough to introduce us to the Valentines' Kevin Shields and Bilinda Butcher who've just finished the first set of the evening. Kevin seems quietly bemused by "Rollercoaster". Either that or he's been lobotomised by the extraordinary volume his group employ. "It's gonna be really odd tomorrow night," he whispers, "when Dinosaur go on first. It'll be like they're supporting us, and we've just toured America supporting them." "It'll be great," says Mike, magnanimously. "I think it's so cool supporting you guys. Soon we'll be supporting you in the States, too." Do you think any of you have anything in common? "I think," says Kevin, "the only thing the four of us do have in common is that we're all pretty much the Establishment." This notion is one shared by everyone here except the Mary Chain. Damon, unprompted, later repeats almost word-for-word what Kevin has said. It is a peculiar idea because, while it's certain that all four bands are deserving of music paper front covers, they're hardly bosom buddies with Simon Bates. Dinosaur are often a wilful shambles who take a perverse pleasure in lacerating their best pop songs with vicious feedback. My Bloody Valentine are arguably one of the weirdest bands on the planet and currently without a recording deal. Blur, carelessly indulging their present obsession with Syd Barrett, are getting stranger by the minute. And the Mary Chain, in our opinion the most immediate and accessible of all four groups, couldn't get "Reverence", a Top 10 single, on "Top Of The Pops". "Someone the other day in Germany was saying that we were part of the Establishment," says William, "so I asked him to name a band that were more extreme than us. He couldn't do it." The Mary Chain, now embracing Ben Lurie (guitar) and the two former Starlings, Matthew Parkin (bass) and Barry Backler (Barry once auditioned to play drums with Nick Cave's Boys Next Door), are now an immensely powerful live band. The four of them, lined up at the edge of the stage, three armed with guitars and Jim draped spectrally over the mikestand, look and sound like the classic rock assault. William's also become a very great guitarist, able to give a new force and aggressive dimension to the Mary Chain's gorgeously insidious melodies. This new confidence, striking in itself, is accentuated by a simple but spectacular lightshow of sensuous crimsons and velvet purples. It's the Mary Chain's most extravagent lightshow to date, so much so that when it was initially proposed Bennie, their longtime tour-manager and friend, expressed reservations. "I thought it might be too much, too big. I thought it might undermine them." In fact, it does quite the reverse. After the show, a jubilant Mrs Reid tells us that tonight was one of the highlights of her life. "My boys," she says, sounding touchingly awestruck. "I'm so proud of them." We leave for the hotel so that the Reid brothers and their family can be proud of one another in peace. In the bar, much of what we'd hoped would happen backstage is taking promising shape. This is in large part due to Blur who've basically been rocking since four o'clock this afternoon when bassist Alex James decided Guinness was best savoured through a straw. Blur's dressing-room was teeming with people of indeterminate but doubtless dubious intent and, when earlier we invited Damon to have a drink with us in the auditorium's bar, he was mobbed within six feet of the backstage area. Now the boys are heroically drunk. First evidence of this is when Dave Rowntree, their lanky, ginger-headed drummer, starts playing a dangerously competitive game of knuckles with Lampy, Blur's lighting technician. The game rapidly deteriorates into a continuous rerun of the banned Tango advert, and ends when Dave cracks Lampy with a devastating right hook to the jaw and, as if in sympathy, passes into unconsciousness. Across the room, Alex, who reminds us a little of Rupert Everett in "Another Country", is being apologised to by a man who was once uncharitable enough to devote a whole feature on Blur to how much he disliked Alex. Alex in turn is uncharitable enough to refer to the man as "an enormous homosexual". Since the man is neither tall nor particularly heavy we can only assume Alex was referring to the enormity of his homosexuality. A good deal of handshakes are exchanged but nothing is resolved. Damon decides to help Dave up to his room and Alex, having abandoned his penitent adversary, decides he needs another drink. Since the bar has long since shut, Alex clambers over it and tries to operate the pumps. When this fails, he starts picking at the lock of the metal shutter that mercifully separates him from the optics. When that fails, he attempts to vault the bar, fails again and crashes arse-first to the floor, much to the astonishment of J Mascis and the Valentines' Deborah Goodge, who have hitherto been locked in conversation nearby. Alex, who appears to have the remarkable ability to sober up at will, then wisely decides the carnival is over, bids us a fond adieu and retires for some well-earned kip. Jim Reid, probably present for some time (we're actually in no better state than Alex), wanders over and asks is we enjoyed the show. We tell him it was great. It was great. The best show you'll see this year.

All of them, as requested by @black-colorofdespair !!!

Angel; is there anyone you would do anything for?l

My mother, my fiancee, and @black-colorofdespair.

galaxy; what fascinates you?

Oh gosh, everything?? Science, religion, love, sex, philosophy, culinary arts, colors, patterns, books, physical contact, languages, life, history, sociology, gender and sexuality, culture, and everything else, basically.

melody; favorite artists?

Shoutout to Allah for creating my fiancee. Most amazing art piece ever.

Also, I adore The Weeknd, Sara Bareilles, Taylor Swift, Trey Songz, and many more!

silk; what outfit makes you feel confident?

Any outfit. ;)

rose; favorite flower?

Frangipani!!!!!😍😍😍😍

sun; favorite season

WINTER❄❄❄❄

film; favorite movie/tv show?

I can't possibly decide!! But Mulan and Moana are very near and dear.

gorgeous; what do you like in a person?

My fiancee.

diamond; favorite color?

My boy's eyes right before he falls asleep.

infatuation; first crush?

This girl Sarah when I was 4 years old. She was 19, and my neighbor across the road, and she would play with me, and she had this incredible wood dollhouse.

dream; how long do you sleep on average?

Sleep and I have a very unhealthy relationship.

brilliant; what celebrity do people say you look like?

None.

perfume; favorite scent?

Rose, Jasmine, frangipani, and the ful flower.

fleece; have any pets?

Nope!

pigment; what color is your hair naturally? if you could dye it any color which one would you choose?

Dark brown! Probably purple or dark blue.

charcoal; do you have a good relationship with your parents?

ocean; do you take a yearly vacation?

Not officially?? I take trips to see my boy when I can.

murky; biggest fear?

Losing those I love. Being betrayed/hurt. Asphyxiation.

devotion; are you taken?

Engaged❤.

lingerie; what do you wear to bed?

A desperate plea for healthy Sleep.

daydream; best memory?

The very first moment I ever saw my honey in person.

joy; best feeling you’ve ever experienced? 

THE VERY FIRST TIME I HUGGED MY HONEY.

masque; what’s your skincare routine?

Soap and prayers.

(But actually: Burt's Bees baby buttermilk Soap with warm water, then Acure facial toner, then Aveeno lotion.)

valentine; best gift you’ve ever received?

That's too hard!!!

parchment; favorite book?

Oh man. Ummmm. Every Day by David Levithan. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. Good Night Moon. Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine.

garden; do you have a garden? plants? 

I have a cactus and a succulent!

oasis; dream destination? 

Lebanon with my honey. Also Greece for a honeymoon!

sense; best subject? favorite subject?

Ummmmmm lmao

footprints; do you want kids?

Yes!!!

rainbow; what’s your sexuality?

I am demisexual and panromantic.

sweater; do you prefer loose or baggy clothes?

I think you mean loose or tight?? I prefer tight.

nail laquer; punk or pastel?

Neither.

1975; if you could time travel to any time period, what would it be and why?

TOO MANY TO CHOOSE

tattoos; do you have/want and tattoos and piercings?

Nope, not really.

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