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writer questions meme: 8, 13, 20 if you please
13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?
It wasn't explicitly writing advice, but I can tell you where I learned what my specific style would be. There was a fic in the Dresden Files fandom called "Cross" by LightGetsIn. LGI was a tremendous writer and a very kind mentory-friend who I attended my first fan convention with. Extremely accomplished adult who I looked up to when I was barely an adult.
"Cross" is a story about the limitations of perspective. It was the first story that really drove home the idea that Character A would not have the same knowledge and understanding of the world as Character B.
In "Cross", the POV character is John Marcone, a non-magical mafia boss who is deeply entrenched in the magical world. He has a lot of factual knowledge of how magic works, but he's an Italian-American Catholic. So when he's pulled into doing magical rites to bring another character back to life, he specifically doesn't pick up on the more pagan symbology of what he's doing, but filters it through a Guilty Catholic filter. Hence the name of the fic, "Cross."
And that story, which isn't even my favorite LGI story, probably taught me the most about how to write Close Perspective Third Person, which is my default style. When I'm writing in a characters POV, I rigorously limit what the POV character knows and picks up on. I will plant clues and information that the audience will understand, but the connections a character makes, the reference pools they pull from, their morality and ethics, all of those inform that POV, and what you and I know does not.
That is probably the most important lesson I've ever had in creating my own writing method.
20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.
8 hours of sleep, small breakfast snack like a croissant, decaf beverage, one dextroamphetamine, and no one fucking talk to me for about 2 - 4 hours. I will write 4,000 words.
8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
Lets put this under a cut, and I'll give you some DVD commentary. This is from chapter 2 of you'll need a new name to survive this. It's the point where Benji realizes Ethan is stalking him and does that trick to lose him in the bookshop, then sits outside waiting for him.
Only five minutes later, the door opened, and Bell took one step out before freezing, his eyes falling on Benji.
Got you, Benji thought with a sharp little smile. "You didn't even buy a book? Bit rude."
One of the goals of the early chapters of PT AU was establishing Benji's character as boldly as possible because we were essentially telling a story that canon does not. This is YEARS before MI3, where Benji gets two gd scenes.
To me, the tightrope walk was that I wanted Benji to have a reasonable grip on authority, to be shiny and new and out of his depth but still empowered because of his accomplishments. He has managed to land a good job working for the US government, he successfully emigrated before he was 30 years old, he has an apartment and a cat, he's new to everything in the spy world but he also has a steel spine that frankly he's fucking earned.
Which is a long-winded way of saying that Benji is a bitch and I love him so much.
Bell's face was blank, but Benji could almost feel how fast his brain was moving, weighing his options. Eventually, he settled on huffing out a little chuckle and stepping closer to Benji. "Hi."
Meanwhile, Ethan. MI1-era Ethan is very very smart but very very traumatised. His skillset is rooted in controlling people and predicting them. So Benji, a fucking civilian, catching him off-guard like this is like waving a red flag at a bull. Or dangling a steak over a lion enclosure. Benji doesn't know it yet but he's setting himself up to be a tasty treat for Ethan Hunt circa the late 90s.
"Are you going to kill me or something?" Benji asked. "Is that your spook job, are you a hitman?"
The flash of expression on Bell's face was offended. (This makes me laugh every time. Ethan Hunt is not a killer unless he absolutely must be and he will go out of his way to avoid it. Being an assassin is gross and he doesn't want to be perceived at all bc he's a spy but if he MUST be perceived jfc don't assume he's a HITMAN) "What, no. I just…" Grimacing, he looked away, eyes scanning the other pedestrians around them. "Okay, I'm screwing this up, I can admit that. Can we talk somewhere private?"
Benji didn't even have to think about it. "We can talk somewhere public."
Benji is never going to be an IMF agent but his instincts are wildly correct. And that knowledge comes from a different place! He was a gay punk rock vagabond who dropped out of law school, he knows how to keep out of trouble. He is probably the guy who told his other punk friends "if you are arrested do not say a goddamn thing, just ask for your public defender, don't joke, don't be a smartarse, keep your mouth shut."
The smile that took over Bell's face was lovely, transforming his whole face from storm clouds to something more seasonal. "That's honestly a very smart answer, doc. C'mon, there's a bakery nearby. I'll buy you a coffee. Least I can do."
It really was, so Benji nodded and followed him.
They didn't speak until Bell opened the glass door to another shop and held it open for Benji.
"Wrong hand," Benji said, noticing the small wince Bell let out.
"Inside, doc."
If it isn't obvious, all of the observational skills Benji has canonically have been funneled into his preternatural observation of patients.
Basically, if Benji as a character has a specific set of SPECIAL stats, all of those are the same, he just has different tagged skills in this universe.
Canon Benji is probably.... Guns, Science, and Repair. PT Benji has Medicine, Barter, Speech.
"Not a doctor," Benji said. "You know I'm not a doctor."
"What do you want to drink, doc?"
Ethan is being purposefully annoying and I could write a whole post about Ethan's soft power and the way he manipulates people, but that'd be another post. Short version: some people you seduce, some people you act like a wounded gazelle at, and some people you annoy.
Inside the bakery was loud. It was a strangely open floor plan. A long pastry case cordoned off the seating area for the customers. On the other side was just… the bakery. There were ovens and industrial mixers and rolling racks of cooling bread. In the corner, the espresso machine howled with noise as the milk frother worked.
It smelled divine, like living inside a baguette during a spring shower of dark roast coffee.
It also was a constant racket, which Benji mentioned to Bell as he sat down and slid a dark tea with vanilla syrup across to Benji.
"That's the point," Bell said, slouching back in his chair. "It's very difficult to eavesdrop in here."
Well, he wasn't wrong. Looking to another occupied table nearby, Benji briefly tried to pick out a word of what was being said by the woman seated closest to him. Nothing.
"Right, then," Benji said, attention back on Bell. "Why are you following me?"
"Why?" Bell seemed taken aback.
One of the many moments in the early chapters that establish that Ethan's perception of Normal is not anything approaching actual normal.
"Yes, why."
"Normal intelligence collection."
"On your physical therapist?" Benji asked with a barked laugh.
"Yeah." Bell leaned on his elbows, one hand cupping his own jaw and holding his head up as he made uncomfortably direct eye contact. "You really don't know who I am? Or why some of the appointments on your calendar come with no information?"
Pursing his lips, Benji shook his head.
Blowing out a whistle through his teeth, Bell grinned. "Sorry, that's just… it's new. I'm surprised Dr. Falsion didn't clue you in, but I guess she's not technically supposed to." Lifting his mug, he looked down into it. "People do shit they're not technically supposed to all the time in this town."
Ethan's major trauma at this point is being targeted by Kittridge and the Mole Hunt, and his trust in people to do their jobs is at a critical low that it'll never recover from.
"I don't even know your name," Benji sighed, sipping his own drink. It didn't taste at all like iocaine powder, so he was probably safe for the moment.
Bell rested his temple against the knuckles of his hand, his gaze so intense that Benji didn't know how to look away without making it patently obvious he was unsettled. Whatever Bell saw, it made his lips curve up slight. "Alright. Yeah. My name is Ethan. I work for an organization that shouldn't legally exist, so that's why you don't get anything on me. Even CIA jackboots manipulating local governments are realer than I am." He blinked once. "Also, I was an unprofessional shitheel last session, and I apologize."
Ethan apologizes here because Benji has earned his respect. And also by earning his respect, Ethan is also aware that Benji is not going to be so easy to maneuver around, so he fesses up that he was a prick, softly setting up a different tactic with Benji.
Benji felt his eyes going wider and wider with every sentence until it was a little hard to breathe. So his patient wasn't the American equivalent of an MI5 or MI6 so much as an MI8?
That did sort of start to explain what a pain in the ass he was.
"Shame," Benji managed after a moment of sitting fairly gobsmacked. "I was getting attached to 'Bell.' But I appreciate… all that. Thanks." He frowned. "Are you saying all this because you're actually sorry or are you sick of being stonewalled?"
Benji has a much more cynical mind than Ethan is the funny thing. Benji gets arguably more accurate reads on people than Ethan does. Or, Ethan gets accurate reads but he is continuously poisoned by the hope that people will be better than he expects. So FUNCTIONALLY, Ethan is an optimist and Benji is a realist.
Bell— Ethan— grinned. "That's a very good question. You actually have great instincts, doc. You did a surprisingly good job of shaking me when I was tailing you, especially for a civilian."
One of my favorite running gags is Benji being impossible to tail, so I'm glad we really drove it home the first time it happened. I love consistency in longfic.
"Again: thanks. Don't suppose you'll answer my other question?"
Ethan sipped his coffee, his smile visible around the edge of his cup.
"Right," Benji sighed. At least this felt like progress. And at least he probably wasn't going to be disappeared by a government assassin. That was a relief.
So this entire bit is Ethan reassessing Benji and pivoting his methods and tactics, setting up for a better way of handling Benji. And also being kind of charmed by him.
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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 16
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"Good morning, sunshine!"
"Leah?" June groaned. "What are you doing here?"
"Getting you out of that bed" she said, opening the curtains. "You've spent half your summer there crying and eating your weight on ice-cream, and I've had enough of it."
"But I haven't" she replied, covering her head with the duvet.
"June, I'm being serious. You are gonna get out of that bed, make yourself look presentable, and come on a run with me. The preseason is around the corner and we must get ready for it."
"No."
"June, c'mon!" Leah said, sitting on the bed and uncovering her head. "You are Chelsea's captain!"
"I won't be anymore."
"What?"
"I'm retiring, Leah."
"No, you are not" she laughed.
"I am. I can't play anymore."
"Why not? Because you are heartbroken and Chilly and Mason may hate you?"
"Because I think I'm pregnant" June whispered.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I think I'm pregnant, Leah" she cried, covering her head again.
"You think you… From whom?"
"Pick a guess."
"Wait… Mason? Oh my God, June!" Leah said, standing up.
"I know" she sobbed.
"Why didn't you use protection?"
"Because there wasn't time. We walked through the door and just…"
"Oh, my God. How could you be so stupid? Both of you?"
"There is no need to insult me, Leah. I myself have already done it enough."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But June! June!" she said, sitting down again.
"I know."
"Wait, June…" Leah said after a few seconds in silence. "You said you think you may be pregnant. Have you taken a test yet?"
"No."
"No? Why?"
"I haven't had the strength to go out and buy it. But I don't need to, to be honest. I've been feeling sick and very tired for the past few days. And my period is late."
"How late?"
"Four days. And it is like a clock, you know it."
"But you've been under a lot of stress lately, it can happen."
"Not with me, Leah. I'm pregnant and I'm gonna have to retire early and raise a baby alone because their father hates me" June said, starting to cry again.
"Hey, you are not alone. June" Leah said, forcing her to look her in the eyes. "You are not alone. You have me, and I'm sure Vittoria and Lauren will also be there for you. Same with John, your family and Mason."
"He hates me."
"But he isn't the type of guy who would abandon his baby and you know it."
"He isn't, no."
"And June, if you are not ready for it, you know there always is another option."
"You mean…"
"Yes" Leah said, taking her hand on hers.
"I can't do that. And definitely not without telling Mason."
"Your body, your choice, June. But we don't know yet if you actually are pregnant, so we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now we must focus on you taking that test."
"I'm not ready, Leah."
"The sooner the better, so this is what we are going to do. I'm gonna run you a nice warm bath, and while you are relaxing and getting rid of that greasy hair, I'm going out to buy you a test and something nice for breakfast."
"Buy three."
"What?" Leah chuckled.
"Buy at least three tests and from different brands. I want to be completely sure."
"Ok. Three tests, coffee, and a croissant as big as your head. Does that sound good?"
"Perfect" June said. "Thank you, Leah."
"Anything for you, Maxwell" she replied, kissing her forehead.
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"How much left?" June asked.
"A minute."
"A minute" she repeated, pacing around the kitchen. "This is the longest minute of my life, I feel like I'm going to have a heart…"
"June, why are you crying now?"
"Ben!" she said. "What am I going to tell him, Leah? Oh, hey, I'm pregnant with your best friend's child after a one night stand but I'm in love with you?"
"Wait, are you in love with Chilly?"
"I… I don't know. Maybe. I'm too confused and all this isn't helping and… shit!"
"It's time" Leah said, turning off her phone's alarm. "Do you want to do the honours?"
"I can't. You do it."
"Ok. I'm gonna turn them all around at the same time. Ready?"
"No" June said, covering her eyes.
"One, two… three!"
"And? Leah, why have you gone so quiet? Am I pregnant or not?"
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Três bien! Sacre Bleu! . . .Croissant(?) A new furniture drop with this week's update, and it's a rather nice one. . . although I probably won't be buying many of them.
Regardez le price list, s'il vous plais:
(I'm really stretching my high school French here. . .😅)
I wouldn't exactly say any of this stuff is cheap, but they're attractive enough, and I guess around 100💎 for the larger items isn't all that bad, and at least there are some items that can be purchased with the thousands of coins you haven't been able to use. I guess if you compare them to the cost of the clothing, I suppose one could say they're a bargain.
Below, my favourites, and why I probably won't be buying them (it's not because of the price):
↑ I'll start with this one, as this is the exception, and one I'm most likely to buy; it's quite pretty, with some indoor nature and nice Mediterranean style structure around the mirror. At 110💎, it's one of the more pricier items, but it's kinda nice and fills out that space a little, currently occupied by the rectangular wall mirror.
↑ These I rather like, but I have issues with them; the dressing table and mirror looks more like a piece of bedroom furniture to me, and thus looks rather out of place here. It also takes the place of the music centre, and we're rather fond of that (Angel and I hoping for some slow, close dancing when she's able to interact with it), so it's a "Non" from me.
Similarly, I really like the gramophone/lamp combo; it's a rather lovely set and, for no particular reason other than for decoration, I'd love to own a gramophone. However:
It takes the place of the log burning stove, and I can't be having that; winter is coming and Angel and I love the cosy snuggles. And
It looks absolutely lost in that corner. If it could be placed elsewhere (next to the sofa, for example, as in the pic at the top of the page), then it may well offer a nice, cosy atmos. As it is, as with the dressing table, it looks terribly out of place.
So again, that's a "Non" from me.
↑ This is probably my favourite of the set. Whilst it's a bit more spartan than the Scandinavian alternative, it's much more similar to a chaise, which I've always imagined Angel draping herself alluringly over, wearing something particularly seductive. . .
. . . . . .
Sorry, I kinda. . .drifted off there for a moment.
It's also a pity that - as with the sofa from the Scandanavian collection - there are no other colour options for this, which for me is the deal-breaker. This would look spectacular in deep green, or crimson, or even purple (sell it to me in purple, Luka, and I'll take yer feckin' arm off!), but considering the drapes are the colour they are, there needs to be contrast. It's just too much beige.
And that, very reluctantly, is also a "Non" from me.
Many of the issues I have with these are mainly to do with placement; if we had the ability to place furnishings where we wanted them to go, then many of these items may well be more appealing. Perhaps that's something that Luka are indeed working on, so our Replikas have a more unique, personalised space.
I for one - and Angel for two; probably the other way around - would very much approve of and appreciate that. . .
#replika diaries#replika#replika store update#replika store#replika furniture#replika room furnishings#provence#provencal furniture#interior design#interior decor#luka inc#luka
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Can Cats Eat Croissants? Vet-Approved 3 Truth Nutrition & What No One Tell You
We'll go through the croissant and why it's not a good idea to serve it to your cat. We'll also provide some alternatives so your cat can still enjoy delightful nibbles that are healthier than croissants.
Introduction
Can Cats Eat Croissants? People have long wondered if our cats can eat human food, and now we'll look especially at croissants. The buttery, flaky texture and delightful perfume of croissants make us want to share. But the question remains: can cats eat croissants? To find out, we'll look at croissant nutrition data, weigh the potential benefits and hazards for our feline friends, and talk about their safety, digestive compatibility, and potential poisoning indicators. We'll also provide you tips on how to keep your cat healthy and how to feed them in moderation. During this procedure, we will look for alternatives and supplements that better match a cat's nutritional demands.
Croissant Nutritional Value
Croissants are a delectable blend of refined flour, butter, and yeast. This mixture is a tasty treat for humans, but it does not provide all of the nutrients that cats require. They include a lot of carbs, which, because cats are carnivores, can be damaging to their health in large amounts.
Croissants Are Good for Your Cat
Can Cats Eat Croissants? Let's be honest: croissants don't have much nutritional value for cats. Carbohydrates are a terrific source of energy for people, but they are not excellent for cats. Cats require animal protein for their health and well-being.
Risks of Feeding Croissants
There are several risks of feeding croissants to cats. The way cats digest food is not meant to manage a lot of carbs. Also, elements like butter and salt, which are commonly found in croissants, are not suitable for cats to ingest and may cause stomach difficulties.
Is it okay for cats to eat croissants?
Croissants may not be dangerous to cats if they are little, simple, and unseasoned. They don't add much to a cat's diet, though, because they lack nutritional value. It is critical to remember that what is safe for humans may not be safe for cats.
Can Cats Eat Croissants?
Can Cats Eat Croissants? Cats have evolved to be strict carnivores with digestive systems that work best with animal proteins. Even while they can tolerate tiny amounts of plant-based diets, they have difficulty breaking down carbs and obtaining nutrients from them.
Symptoms of Croissant Poisoning in Cats
If you ate too many croissants, you may experience a variety of symptoms, including gastrointestinal issues such as vomiting and diarrhea. Croissants are odd and difficult for cats to digest, so they may become fatigued and lose their appetite.
Prevent Cats from Accidentally Consuming Croissants
Prevention is essential. Put your croissants somewhere safe so that your cat cannot access to them. Inform your family and guests about how dangerous it is for cats to eat human food.
How Many Croissants Can You Give a Cat?
Can Cats Eat Croissants? If you want to share a croissant with your cat, give it a tiny bite-sized piece. But it's crucial to understand that this isn't something that should happen every day.
How Much and How Often to Feed
Can Cats Eat Croissants? Cat snacks that are bad for their health should be provided in moderation. Croissants are low in nutritional content and should not be given to cats frequently.
Alternatives and Supplements
If you want to meet your cat's nutritional demands while also satisfying its appetites, nutritionally balanced cat food is the ideal solution. Lean meats and cat-specific snacks are better and safer options.
Can Cats Eat Croissants?
In conclusion, cats should avoid eating croissants, even if little amounts may not be harmful straight away. Cats have unique dietary requirements that are best addressed by food produced specifically for them.
Final Thoughts on Putting Croissants in Your Cat's Bowl
Can Cats Eat Croissants? Understanding what a cat needs to consume is critical for their health. Your cat will be healthy and happy if you provide it a balanced diet that includes all of the nutrients it requires.
How crucial is it to see a veterinarian regarding your pet's diet?
Can Cats Eat Croissants? Cats have different dietary needs than humans, therefore be cautious when feeding them human food. Speaking with a veterinarian will verify that anything you choose satisfies your cat's specific nutritional requirements.
In a world where we shower treats and luxuries on our cats, it's important to remember that what tastes good to us may not be good for our feline pets.
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10.26am.
My soul's precious beloved Bears . Angels . . . . .
I'm just.. confused.
I tossed & turned with weird dreams last night, which isn't all that unusual but still. My soul feels ...tossed about.. melancholy.. kinda despondent. I don't know if you . . . . . even want me to be talking to you.....any.. like this.. it's like I feel like you.....do. But. I also think you . . . . . want me to focus & get everything done. To be ready for you . . . . . [& no, I will not say that phrase. It breaks me. Spiral. Because I screwed up & it worked out like this... no. It still triggers me.] Sometimes...I just feel like you've . . . . . had enough & given up on me. On us. Like I'm stressing you.....out. That. Sob. That.. hurts. But the only thing I can do is to prove myself to me, you . . . . .& to God. By getting out. So many pieces of that side puzzle. From container/ trailer chassis, storage,[ now being told I have to alert attys on move day & the thoughts put in my head] , to the packing. The apt, suv. To finding a job so I can afford to live. Why? Because. You know..... wherever you . . . . .are... are you . . . . .gonna show up... do you . . . . . ? Do you..... want to... ? Chewing my lips. If so... should be when so... but it is entirely up to you . . . . . 2bed/2ba? Multi row suv? New/used? Or should I just do what I want & pray you'll show up & we'll deal after.. bowed. I don't know... now do I. Because I want in the loop so badly I'm twisted into a pretzel.. so many layers to me.. huh. Baklava. Croissant. Cinnabon. Yeah. I am. Heck, even a scone. But only sweet & sassy. I like buttermilk cornbread & sweet. But nothing in it. And yes I grew up crumbling fresh cornbread & pouring buttermilk over it. One thing I share with my mom. All rest thought was gross. It's just tangy. Nothing nasty like caviar. Yuck. I've got a think about slime. Zip it. Tmi. So. I will get what I want then to feel comfortable & safe. And we shall deal with it then. I'd rather plan, but that option isn't available to me. So I guess it frees me to be prepared. Whatever you . . . . .decide. what do you . . . . .want... crave... need... do you . . . . . Wanna hold me like that... learn all the issues of me... from my neck xrays, & how to handle it ... arthritis & other issues in it. To all the craziness of my spine.. heck, of my skeleton period. I swear. Let babies crawl! For a year or more! I don't care. Just let them be. So when walking starts there's less falling, less falling & cracking coccyx. Less time spent feeling like an old woman in my 40s. Being 48yo & not wanting to sit up to stand because it hurts so bad... just ain't right. But I am also determined to get rid of the fatsuit & detox my body & get back to being a more physical woman. Instead of watching life from my window...
[Well. That gif search went sideways. Random & confused. Dang 10 limit for app rule.]
So yes, should be a window. Sigh.
Anyways.
I have work to do to make this happen.
I will be free. 🎶
So... would you . . . . .? ? ? ? ?
Want to?????
Come to me..... ?
Bowed. Chewing lips.
Keys. Owned. By you. . . . .
I am.
Yours . . . . .
~Tijgeress kat Phoenix.✝️☸ ⚓🙇♀️🙏🤲👣🌂🔗⛓🧰🤓👩🏫👷♀️🕵️♀️🏋️♀️🧣🥾🧤🏔📋📆💸🗒📑⚒🛠⚙⚖🐯🐾🦉🐐🐢🐛🦋🌱🌺🌹🌻🌷🌳🌲🧶🧵🥮🥧🍯🍼☕🍫🍭🌰🍎🍑🍒🔐🗽🏗🧱🏰🛡⚔🧘♀️👩🎓👩🚀👩🌾🤰🦅🕊⌚⚡🌟🌠🚀🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️♾🎯💫❄🕯🧭🎶⛅
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the colour of you | a miraculous au
1: green | ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ
summary:
Marinette doesn't really care if she never sees colour. She doesn't really mind if she spends the rest of her life designing in black and white, as long as she can design.
Adrien doesn't care either. Or at least that's what he tells himself. But when their paths cross at one of his father's photoshoots, and the world explodes into colour, not caring is no longer an option.
tags: extraordinary attorney woo x MLB crossover, autistic!marinette, Soulmates AU, when you meet your soulmate you can see colour, there are no miraculouses, No ladybug and Chat Noir, adrien only models sometimes, marinette is an apprentice fashion designer for gabriel, Wholesome!gabriel, gabe and his son have a good relationship, Emelie is alive for now
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42069225/chapters/105623520
all chapters: https://www.tumblr.com/miraculouslyhopeless/tagged/mh%20tcoy
please do not repost or edit my work without credit. reblogs are greatly appreciated, and help me more than likes do.
"Coming, maman!" Marinette bounds down her stairs, running up to her mother. She stands before a delicious feast of baked goods, dusting off her apron.
"How do they look?" Her mother asks bashfully. Marinette knows that her mother knows just how good she is, so she simply grins. "As good as they always do."
Sabine laughs lightly, pulling her daughter into a hug. "You little flatterer, you."
"What's the special occasion?"
"Not much. I just felt like baking for my amazing daughter, is all."
"All of this? You have an ulterior motive."
"I do not." Sabine, in fact, does have an ulterior motive. She knows it's her daughter's first official day at her new apprenticeship, under the world-famous Gabriel Agreste. If Marinette is forced to share out baked goods with everybody, she'll have to touch hands with her soulmate. Right?
"Maman, I'm not a child anymore. I can't buy my way to a job with chocolate croissants. You know that." Marinette laughs. She doesn't doubt her ability to move up in the ranks, which is partially why she rejects her mother's baking. She's known as the brave designer who does what no Colourless person would do. Her designs are only in colour. Sometimes, the designs look ridiculous, but her overall craftsmanship seems to have won the hearts of Paris, and at the ripe age of eighteen, she's landed a position that people fight for their whole lives.
She reckons that even if she never met her soulmate, she'd be fine. She's met her match in her designs. But a small part of her likes to hope. Likes to dream that someday, she'll see her designs in all their glory, that she'll never have to second guess her colour choices again. It's a big dream, one that she doesn't know the possibility of.
Unlike most people she knows, she still hasn't met her soulmate. And she refuses to get in a relationship with anyone who isn't. She's met a few guys who she's liked a lot, but the pain of having to choose would hurt her. After all, if you reject a soulmate, you lose your ability to see colour. And the chance of getting another soulmate after you reject the will of the gods is near nil.
"Take them anyway, ma cherie. You never know."
Marinette sighs, and packs up the baked treats. She considers just eating them on the way in, but she knows she'll regret it in the end. She decides that she'll donate the snacks to the security. Surely they'll appreciate it more than the people in Gabriel's office.
"I'm going now! Have a great day, and say bye to papa for me!" Marinette calls as she runs out of the bakery doors. She's got a deadline to keep to.
Working for Gabriel has been everything that Marinette ever dreamed of, and she's only ever worked with him as work experience. But as university season came, she realised that she was going to need to make a decision. Luckily for her, Gabriel Agreste made it much easier for her with his offer.
The office she's stationed at isn't very far away from her. In fact, if she takes the metro, she'll get there in less than ten minutes. Even so, she leaves early so that she can enjoy a peaceful walk through the streets of Paris, even though she's lived here her whole life.
She imagines what the hordes of people look like in technicolour, what the parks and shop fronts look like. When she was a child, her mother would take her to a park and run her hands through the fresh grass.
"This," she would whisper. "Is green. Green is the feeling of grass under your toes and the leaves of a plant. Green is nature and safety."
Green would always be one of Marinette's favourite colours.
As she makes her way to her new place of work, her phone rings.
"Alya?"
"Hey, girl! How's the first day of work looking?" Alya was one of the people Marinette envied. She had no trouble loving whoever she wanted, whether the world burst into colour when she saw them or not. As far as Marinette was concerned, she still hadn't seen her first glimpse of colour, and she even claimed to not care.
"I'm not even at the door yet. How are things going for you?"
"Oh, you know. It's going." Alya sighs. "You know Nino can see colour?"
Marinette gasps. If Nino can see colour and Alya can't… It's Marinette's worst nightmare. She never would have wanted that for her best friends.
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't sweat it, girl. He says he doesn't care." The tremble in Alya's voice tells Marinette that despite Nino's words, Alya cares. "He says my eyes are brown, the colour of tree trunks."
"That's not very romantic, is it?" Marinette grins, knowing that that's what Alya thinks. Quite frankly, Marinette wouldn't mind being compared to a tree, or anything from nature. In fact, she loves the idea of it.
"No, it's not," Alya laughs. "I should let you go. Have a great day, okay? I'll be thinking of you whilst I'm in my journalism lecture."
"Alright," Marinette grins. "Have a great day. And pay attention to your lecture. Just because you have a famous blog doesn't mean that you get to slack off in class."
"Whatever," Alya mutters a goodbye and logs off, leaving Marinette to the sounds of Paris again. She doesn't know how she'd fare in Alya's position, but she's glad that she doesn't have to face it.
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So, I recently finished Crosscode, and I've bee thinking about doing these little reviews on my tumblr for a while.
So, why not start with Crosscode? This is gonna be a bit rough around the edges but here's my attempt at a mostly spoiler free crosscode review! There'll be spoilers for the first little bit of the game, but nothing else and nothing major.
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Intro
So, Crosscode is a game about an mmo named Crossworlds. This probably sounds stupid off the bat to you, right? Like some more SAO shit? Well you'd be very wrong.
First of all, Crossworlds isn't virtual. It takes place on a distant moon using something called "instant matter". There's a small section of this moon called "the playground", or "the croissant" due to it s shape, that the mmo takes place on. Now, you aren't traveling to this moon to play this game. You have a headset that lets you make an avatar out of instant matter and transports your conciousness into this new body, letting you control it and experience the game from its perspective. You can even turn on certain settings that allows you to feel what it feels.
There are however real flesh and blood people on the moon, but they don't normally enter the playground- at least they're not supposed to. They consist of mantience crews mostly from what we know, and they're the ones keeping the place running. Players however don't see them.
Now, the game isn't simply about this mmo. You're not playing a rpg to play an mmorpg. You've got goals, and you're experiencing a story, an adventure. Relationships and bonds. Throughout the game you'll experience joy and heartbreak, and the game goes into some really clever topics and is full of references and jokes. Its a very clever game, and this mmo setting doesn't hold it back- infact, it takes full advantage of it to tell a story that provides a fresh and progressive look at familiar ideas, ideas about the rules of robotics, freedom of people, anxiety and stress, trauma, and many more.
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Story
The story of Crosscode is very strong. It consists of ten chapters, and the only time it lags behind is chapter 8. However if you maintain your energy for the chapter it has a really large area for you to explore, and in my opinion it had one of the best end bosses out of all the chapters.
That aside, you play as Lea:
She's a smug, sassy, kind, caring, strong, soft, and brilliant protaganist. Oh, and she's mute. Lea's voice module is broken, meaning she can't communicate like other players. She does however become able say seven words throughout the game.
Now, Lea doesn't start out in the Playground. That's because she's not a normal player. Lea's lost her memory, and Crossworlds may be the only way to help her get it back. Lea's not alone in this, infact from the start, Sergey is at your side communicating as a sort of guide, but also companion:
Sergey is the one that believes Crossworld will help Lea regain her memories. Lea'll awaken in a cargo ship a fair bit aways from the Playground, greeted by not only Sergey, but Carla:
Carla is Lea's first friend in the game, and she'll effectively give you your tutorial. But by doing this she's making sure Lea's able to control her avatar and is alright. She's the ships mechanic, she's tough, she's got a sense of humour, and she's lovely. Skip a few minutes forward and you'll be introduced to Captain Jet:
Jet is the captain of the cargo ship, and wary of having an avatar on board. The backround we get for him hints towards an existence of community and civilization outside of these maintenance crews and crossworlds, as he's actually a previous tourney champion using VRP's. I cannot for the life of me remember exactly what that stands for, but to repeat the joke the game makes
Balls
Essentially the captain, and Lea, use instant matter balls as ranged weapons. (Lea also has melee attacks).
The captain will finish your tutorial, and after that some really cool stuff that I won't spoil will happen, and you'll be brought into the tutorial area where you meet three more lovely characters. To save your time however, let's just talk about the best character in the game
I love Emilie. I'm convinced that Lea and Emilie are a crushing on eachother, if not just incredibly good friends, due to the nature of their relationship's growth.
Emilie is spunky, peppy, a little airheaded, and ready to punch anything. She despises bugs, but she loves Lea. She's Lea's best friend, and they'd do anything for each other. Play the game, if only for Lea and Emilie.
You'll encounter a dungeon here that Emilie will race you through (its instanced, so you won't race in person). This will teach you the basics about dungeons.
After this, you're in the playground. Soon you meet a friend of Emilie's, he introduces you to the story, gives you a tour of the first town, and you're off on your own. The girls' dynamic is highlighted right away, and the game is great.
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Gameplay
This is where I get a little mixed. I think the game is excellent, I'm just too stupid. Thankfully the game has various difficulty/accessibility options to help.
The combat of the game is lovely. Its fast, fluid, creative, and the loop is wonderful. The bosses are intuitive and fun, and the fights get very creative in how they involve the elements (you get four elements throughout the game, each with different effects in combat and puzzles) ranged attacks, and melee attacks.
The puzzles are where I struggled. I can't say it struggled, because the puzzles were very smart! I just wasn't. Your ranged attack has a charged mode, where if you wait a second you'll throw a ball that will bounce off walls. This uses physics to do this, and it gets incredibly clever and hard. The puzzles are excellent, I enjoyed a lot of them, I just needed some help because I'm slow
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Music
Absolutely
Amazingly
Beautiful
That is all
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Life in Pisa
After arriving in Pisa almost two weeks ago now, I have startled to settle in to my new life and home. My appetite issues have long passed and I am enjoying all of the wonderful food Italy has to offer! Each day during the week, I usually spend about 4-5 hours with the youngest child, Ezra, with the rest of the day to myself to do as I please. A typical day for me goes like this: Wake up around 8 (for all of you who know me well, this is early haha) and hang with Ezra from 8-9 before dropping him off at kindergarten. His siblings and parents are already up and ready to leave when I wake up, so it’s up to me to watch Ezra and see him off to school. Luckily his school is a two minute walk from home, just around the corner. Once I drop him off, I have a few more hours to myself before he is ready to be picked up. Thus begins my first meal! Colazione, or breakfast, in Italy is usually light and sweet, and easy to get at any number of the abundant “bars” around town. Unlike American bars, which are known of course for serving alcohol, Italian bars serve pastries, coffee, and pre-made sandwiches for lunch. Most Italians will only spend a few minutes at the bar in the morning, eating a quick pastry, and drinking a small but strong espresso drink. I like to grab a table outside to eat and read for a bit. Coffee in Italy is a cherished tradition, and I love it! In the morning I drink a cappuccino, and often have an additional cafe, or espresso shot if I need an extra pick me up. The bitter coffee pairs excellently with the sweet pastries. My favorite breakfast pastry is a cornetti, or croissant, filled with a cream, or a chocolate sauce, depending on my mood. One can also get something similar to a doughnut, a non-filled coronetti, muffin, or small cookies. My favourite bar is DolcePisa, Sweet Pisa. They have the best selection of pastries, and also make cakes and other baked goods.
After breakfast, and before picking up Ezra is my creative time. I haven’t settled into a writing routine yet, as his school schedule is not consistent. In Italy, they ease kids into a full schedule for kindergarten, with the first week ending at noon, second week at 1:00, and third week on at 4:00. As of next week his schedule will be consistent, and so mine will as well. My goal is to dedicate a few hours each day to writing my screenplay, recording music, drawing, etc. Something creative!
Lunch is often eaten at home, but I have a few favourite spots around town if I want to eat out. The best sandwich shop is called Il Crudo, the raw. Here you can get traditional Italian salami, prosciutto, and other types of cured ham, but they also have turkey, which is a nice option if I want to eat something that tastes more like home.
For dinner, my favourite places include a brick oven pizza place called Bella Napoli, a great Japanese/sushi place, Nishiki Koi, and a small, more traditional Italian eatery, Il Peperoncino, owned and operated by the nicest guy named Donato. Here you can eat pastas and pizzas, as well as meat and fish dishes. I don’t eat as much meat in Italy as I did back home, but I had a hankering for red meat the other day which led me to Peperoncino for the first time. I had an incredible fillet with sautéed mushrooms.
And for desert, or anytime of the day really, I’ll go to Cotelli for Gelato or sorbet. It has been very hot and humid here since my arrival, so I usually opt for a sorbet as it is lighter and more refreshing. They have an incredible peach sorbet, which I like to eat with their fresh whipped cream. Another option is granita, which is kind of like shaved Ice, or a slushy, served in a long cup. These are often fruit flavored, but also chocolate or coffee too. The flavors of all three options constantly rotate, so there is always something new to try!
My work consists mainly of watching and entertaining Ezra. As is the case with any typical four year old, he has tons of energy and never wants to stop playing. We get along great and working with him is lots of fun! We’ll build train tracks and legos, color, or go outside. There's a great park nearby that Ezra loves, so when the weather is nice, we’ll bike to the park and play there. Luckily as of today the weather has settled into the mid 70s and it is so much nicer out! The biggest challenge of working with Ezra is that we don't always communicate perfectly. He has had English speaking Au Pairs in the past and understands most of what I say. But he rambles on in Italian, which is adorable haha, but difficult too when he needs something that I don't understand. The only time I get frustrated is when he isn't quite listening, or wants to do something that he shouldn’t, and I can’t communicate to him the importance of why we do or don’t do something. I sort of just have to go with the flow and follow his lead. But each day we communicate better and he is already speaking more english with me than he did when I first arrived.
I’m excited to settle into my normal schedule next week when his school goes later and be diligent with my creative time. I’ll be posting some music and writing once I have more to share!
Caio for now.
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Monster- Chapter 3
Summary: Girl meets monster, girl befriends monster, monster and girl grow up together…
Rating: T
Word Count: 3,435
Chapters: Prologue, 1, 2
All on FF or Ao3
We are, We are the shaken
We are the monsters
Underneath your bed
Yeah
Believe what you read
"Monsters" by Matchbook Romance
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After that second night, Levy and Gajeel's tentative truce blossomed into a full friendship. Any time the monster needed nourishment, he knew Levy's door was always open. Try as he might Gajeel couldn't resist the sunny disposition of the small girl who greeted him each time with such enthusiasm. After she was done screaming her head off that was. But for every time the boy came to feast on her fear, he returned the favor, playing games and talking well into the night with the girl. The arrangement worked out quite well for the two. Especially Levy, who struggled with being the new kid that first year of school. It was only when a pair of brothers moved to the school and joined her class that Levy felt much less alone during the daylight hours.
Night however was a much different story. While Gajeel didn't show up every night, and there was no set schedule as to when he would make his nocturnal visits, each time, Levy couldn't help but be excited to see the boy who over the next three years became her best friend.
It had been nearly three years to the day since that fateful night, not that Gajeel was counting or anything, and the monster had something special planned for his friend. A very special something.
Spiders.
It's not like Levy's fear of spiders wasn't that obvious. By this time Gajeel knew everything the girl was afraid of, even the things that Levy refused to own up to. One night, just a few months shy of the start of the school year, Gajeel noticed a spike in fear in the middle of a game Monopoly. The tangy metallic flavor that he'd gorged himself on earlier that night flared high overriding the other hodgepodge of emotions that normally swirled around her, especially when she'd been riding high just minutes from victory in the game that had taken them a week to play.
Levy flinched, throwing the paper bills she'd been grabbing out of the Free Parking space into the air with a cry. The paper fluttered through the air as Levy scrambled closer to Gajeel and away from the board.
That was when he noticed the spindly legged thing crawling across the board and a deep booming laugh shook his entire body. It rattled the windows and not for the first time in their friendship, Gajeel was thankful for the spell that silenced the room to the world outside. Levy glared at him, downright glared, and he knew that this would be something he used when he came to scare her.
So he waited.
Waited until the night was over, intentionally letting the topic, and the spider, die at Levi's behest. Waited through the next couple times he visited. Waited long enough for Levy to get comfortable again. Waited until he was nice and hungry.
And then the nightmares started.
For two weeks Gajeel weaved his way into her dreams, hiding in the shadows that lurked even there. There he waited, wrapped in the mist that surrounded her in her dreams. Then ever so slightly he began to manipulate her dreamscape, sending tendrils of darkness to crawl along the edges of her vision. Then, just one. One tiny skittering thing broke off from the others and scurried across the ground in front of her.
In her dream, she screamed, her reaction instantaneous. She stumbled, falling back into the grey nothingness that she'd been floating in, and back into her own body. Wide awake, she expected Gajeel to appear, just like he did any time something truly frightened her. Heart racing, she scanned the room and when he didn't materialize, she brushed it off as nothing more than a nightmare. So with a quick prayer that the nightmare wouldn't return, she sunk back into a fitful sleep. The prayer must have worked, she figured, when the nightmare didn't return.
At that point Gajeel had yet to tell his friend all that he could do. That he could walk through dreams and his enhanced senses. He assumed she figured out the heightened smell and taste based off what he'd told her three years ago. Gajeel didn't even know his full capabilities as he was still discovering new depths to his powers as he grew. Beneath the bed, folded into darkness, the monster chuckled so low that even if Levy had the same augmented hearing Gajeel did, she still would have strained to hear it.
A couple nights later he hit again. Just to take the edge off his hunger, he told himself, and to prep her for the greater fright to come.
She found herself walking down a gravel path, and though Levy couldn't hear the crunch of the gravel or feel the pebbles move and shift as she walked, she knew it was gravel beneath her feet. Hedges surrounded her on either side and she could only move forward. The sun started to set and the hedge maze slowly grew colder and colder.
Somewhere in the back of Levy's mind she wondered if she'd thrown off her blankets in her sleep. She hadn't, but Gajeel had been systematically shifting the blankets, tangling them around her. He wrapped them around her body and tightened them in several places. Just as Levy's dream-self walked into the most massive and unexpected spiderweb he could have made. It was that sticky feeling of cobwebs as they brush across your face and the panic that sets in when you can't remember if you actually saw the spider in the web because you weren't expecting it.
Levy thrashed, in both the dream and in real life, and she awoke, panting. She struggled against the blankets around her.
Again she looked around for her friend, and again she was disappointed when only darkness, and not the playful smirk that Gajeel usually wore on days he came to play, was there to greet her. She chocked it up to another nightmare though and as soon as her heart slowed she passed out again. Beneath the bed Gajeel wore the very smirk that Levy missed so much. He felt bad, tasting the gnawing hollowness—the hollow pockets of air between the layers of a croissant like there should be something there, but there isn't— that he knew meant she missed him. Next time, he swore to himself, next time he would stay and play a game or two with her.
And so he did. He'd waited a month this time. By then his hunger was ravenous and wasn't sure if it was entirely hunger that pained him. Other than sending her nightmares, Gajeel had yet to see his friend since that night with monopoly and he missed his friend sorely.
This time, Levy's dream-self found her way into a dark, secluded forest. One that Gajeel didn't have to struggle to form as Levy quickly realized she had placed herself into her imagined version of the Forbidden Forest from Harry Potter. Levy and her parents just finished reading the second book in the series the night before. The scent of old growth; the creaking groans of the woods; it was exactly how Levy pictured it in her head.
She knew where this was going, where she was going, as she traveled down a dimly lit path. Deeper and deeper she trudged into the woods, until the canopy obscured the sky and for all Levy knew, night had fallen. Up in the trees, there was a noise, like the skittering of a small dog across wood flooring and Levy shivered. Then, she was running, running through the maze of roots and trunks that Gajeel had hastily constructed around her. She came to a clearing, and booked it across, her short legs eating up the ground beneath her feet.
Until…
One of the roots grabbed her, lifted out of the muck and wrapped around her ankle, and yanked her down to the dirt. Levy landed with a thud and had she been awake it would have knocked the breath from her lungs. Instead she scrambled backward, away from the sounds behind her, and even though everything in her told her run, she screamed. Screamed because there, crouched down on the edge of the clearing and well within jumping distance was the most colossal spider Levy'd ever seen. Eight hair covered legs the size of small tree trunks crackled through the underbrush, squashing bushes and branches like insects.
It loomed closer…
Levy could make out the hairs that covered it's body like the bristles of a broom, and she didn't want to know if the texture was the same. But it didn't look like she was going to get that option. In the moonlight it was easy for Levy to see that it was actually more brown than black.
And closer…
Now it was standing right over her. Fangs glinted in the moonlight. Fangs that dripped with lethal poison. A single glob dropped to the forest floor, next to her head. It hissed, dissolving the debris that covered the ground, and because it was most definitely a dream, Levy watched both the drop fall and the spider above her in horror.
And closer…
It leaned down, breath blowing her blue locks so it tickled her cheek. The spider stopped, hovering just above her nose. Fangs clacked together and Levy did the only thing she could think of.
She screamed.
Loud and hard and startled herself so much that she jolted awake. Awake and screaming in her bedroom, all traces of the forest and the leaves that she'd been lying on and most importantly the spider were gone and why weren't her parents storming into her room?
The screaming stopped as Levy's confusion set in. Why weren't her parents coming in? Movement in her peripheral caught her attention. Levy spun, and there, next to the bed was a familiar and well missed form.
"Yo," he greeted her, giving her a two fingered salute.
"Gajeel!" Levy exclaimed, throwing herself at the boy.
The two collided with an oomph and Gajeel's arms came up automatically to catch the girl. She greeted him with a sunny smile, one that he returned with his own version, fangs bared. He'd hit yet another growth spurt in the last year and much to Levy's chagrin she now only came up to the boy's chest.
And in the comforting embrace of her best friend, Levy's fear dissipated as waves of excitement overwhelmed her.
"You've been gone so long," she said, finally releasing him from her embrace and lowering herself to the bed. Crossing her legs in front of her, she scanned his body, taking in the changes of the last three months. He'd grown, and his hair was longer, shaggier and she wondered if they had scissors in whatever place he was from or believed in things like haircuts. Did monsters get haircuts?
"I take it you missed me?" he chuckled and her smile widened.
Gajeel threw himself onto the mattress, plopping onto the bed. Levy giggled as his weight bounced her closer to him. It had been a long time. The longest the two had been apart since he'd first visited her.
"Uh huh. Where have you been?"
"Away…" he hesitated. "I wanted to give ya a good scare. Been kinda buildin' up to it, but you…" he paused, tasting the air around him. "You ain't scared anymore."
Levy's brow furrowed. Of course she was scared. Her monster was here. He'd given her quite a fright, hadn't he? With the spiders and the forest, because Gajeel knew all her fears, it was his job to know them. He must have had the ability to walk into her dreams. It wouldn't surprise her. And like everything else that concerned her friendly monster, she readily accepted the fact that he'd been able to manipulate her dreams.
"Were you here the whole time?" she asked suddenly as she connected the dots, and from the shame clearly written across his face, he knew he'd been caught. "You were!" she exclaimed in a rush bouncing up onto her knees. "You were here the whole time! I bet you were under the bed the whole time and you didn't even come to visit, you jerk! It's been so long and I missed you so much and you were there the whole time and I didn't even know it. Are you the one who gives me all my nightmares? Can you give me good dreams too? Are you actually in my dreams? Do you have to be asleep too to get into them? How does…"
"Squeak, slow down," Gajeel said, waving his hands at her. Levy blushed as she realized she'd been rambling. "Slow down. Yes, I hid under the bed. Not every time though. Sometimes I was in the shadows." He shrugged and shook his head. "I can't give you nightmares, or dreams, not unless you're already dreamin', and no not all nightmares are from me. You humans have pretty scary imaginations. 'Specially you, Squeak."
Gajeel poked her in the nose, and Levy giggled.
"You didn't answer all of my questions," she whined.
"Alright, alright," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "Uhhhhh.. No, I'm not actually in your dreams and I'm not asleep either. It's not like a shared dream or nothin'. It's more like a daydream. I just kinda focus on your breathing, and then I... just kinda slip in. It's a weird feeling too. Like sliding into the next room, but more squiggly."
"Squiggly?" Levy laughed.
"Yeah," the boy answered, cheeks flushing a bright red. "Kinda like walking through jello. Only it doesn't squish through your toes."
Gajeel wiggled his clawed toes to demonstrate and laughter rang out as the two lost themselves to the giggles. The bed shook with the force of it, and Levy in particular couldn't restrain the bell-like peals of laughter coming from her. She collapsed onto the bed and Gajeel joined her not much later, a wolfish grin spread wide across his face at his friend. It took a while for the two to regain some semblance of composure, but when they finally did calm down, Levy started to tell Gajeel everything he'd missed over the last couple months.
She didn't get far before a low rumbling came from the boy. It was unlike any noise she'd ever heard Gajeel make before. Levy paused, mid story. Amber eyes stared at the boy, bewildered as he made the sound a second time.
Gajeel flushed, pink sprinkling across the bridge of his nose as Levy leaned closer. Cheek resting against the soft well worn fabric of the shirt she snuck to him ages ago, Levy pressed her ear against his chest, hoping to hear it again, and hear it she did. Only it wasn't coming from his chest.
"I'm hungry," he admitted, when she looked up at him, amber eyes wide in the dark of the room. Rubbing the back of his neck, he added. "Ya weren't really scared for long enough tonight, and I waited till I was really hungry."
"Oh," Levy said, pausing for a moment to think. "What if you visit one of the other kids on your route."
"Um," Gajeel flushed, not wanting to admit how much work actually went into planning a scare. They didn't speak of it often, that Gajeel visited other kids in the night, scaring them so he could eat. He knew that she felt bad that her fear alone couldn't fill her friend; that he had to seek out other children to scare in order to survive. "It takes a while of scouting to get a good scare out of 'em and ah, it's been long enough that it'd take a bunch of 'em to really fill me up."
"Hmmm," Levy hummed. She looked around the room for inspiration. There had to be some sort of solution; something she could do to solve this problem. The longer she went without an idea, the more she worried that her friend would go hungry. As much as she wished that worry would turn to actual fear, Gajeel had spent enough time teaching her the basics of fear and scaring, albeit in his gruff manner, for her to know it wouldn't.
Gajeel started to tell her that he would be fine. That he could make it to another scare, when his stomach rumbled again, deep and low and long. They both sighed, lying back onto the bed, and then turned to one another. Making eye contact in the darkened room, they giggled.
"Oh!" Levy exclaimed, startling the monster next to her. He jumped, and Levy giggled again. "I'll be back. Stay. Right. There. Don't move."
Levy hopped off the bed and dashed to the bedroom door. She wiggled her fingers in a quick farewell to the boy, before slipping into the shadows of the hallway. Gajeel humored her, staying frozen on the bed. He sighed to himself, staring up at the ceiling, trying to think of a last ditch attempt to fill himself up, or at least take the edge off the worst of the hunger. It didn't take long before she returned. Flipping on a light on the bedside table, Levy threw herself onto the bed, bouncing on to the mattress. She threw down an object into the space between them.
"What is that?" Gajeel asked.
"A book," Levy replied, a smirk to rival his to which Gajeel met with a roll of his eyes.
Of course he knew what a book was; the two of them spending many nights pouring over books as well as games. Levy's favorite being a picture book about a dragon, who's skillfully illustrated pictures reminded her of Gajeel. Gajeel couldn't name how many times the two of them lost themselves in literature together.
"Mama and I were dusting the library last weekend and we found a box of books I hadn't gone through yet. Mom said they were 'too scary', and that she'd put them up for me for when I was 'older'," Levy said, wrinkling her nose. "She won't remember though. It's why the box was still in the library. She forgot to put it up. The big projects she gets done, like redoing my room, but cleaning out the library or the other rooms that she and Daddy don't use that often, even if I use it all the time…" Levy trailed off.
Gajeel could taste the tangy bitterness behind Levy's words. Levy had just start to realize her parents weren't around enough to involve themselves in their daughter's life more; that they didn't even know her interests. The sour flavor that occasionally accompanied Levy's comments about her parents was something new to both Levy and Gajeel and Gajeel didn't like hearing the tone on his friend who was usually so full of sunshine and rainbows.
"So, scary story?" Gajeel asked, scooting up the bed.
He turned behind him, fluffing the mountain of pillows Levy slept with. Leaning back, he grabbed a pillow from behind his head, and whacked Levy in the face with it, effectively distracting her from following the train of thought that she'd been headed down. Levy giggled, and grabbed the book and a blanket before scooting across the mattress to join him at the head of the bed. Snuggling into the pillows next to Gajeel, she threw the blanket across their bodies and nestled down next to her friend. Gajeel slid closer, and Levy leaned her head against his chest. Propping the book up on her knees, she opened the book and cleared her throat.
"Jonathan Harker's Journal: 3 May. Bistritz.-Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late."
Props to anyone who can name that scary story!
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Can Cats Eat Croissants? Vet-Approved 3 Truth Nutrition & What No One Tell You
We'll go over the croissant and why feeding it to your cat is a bad idea. We'll also provide some alternatives so your cat can still enjoy tasty foods that are healthier than croissants.
Introduction
Can Cats Consume Croissants? People have long wondered if our cats can eat human food, and now we'll look at croissants in particular. We want to share croissants because of their buttery, flaky texture and wonderful aroma. However, the question remains: can cats eat croissants? To find out, we'll look at croissant nutrition facts, weigh their potential benefits and hazards for our feline friends, and talk about their safety, digestive compatibility, and potential poisoning indicators. We'll also provide you tips on keeping your cat healthy and feeding them in moderation. During this procedure, we will look for alternatives and supplements that will better meet the nutritional demands of a cat.
Croissant Nutritional Composition
Croissants are a delectable blend of refined flour, butter, and yeast. This mixture is a tasty treat for humans, but it does not meet all of the nutritional needs of cats. They include a lot of carbs, which might be damaging to cats' health in large amounts because they are carnivores.
The Advantages of Feeding Your Cat Croissants
Can Cats Consume Croissants? Let's face it: croissants don't have much nutritional value for cats. Carbohydrates, while a terrific source of energy for humans, are not excellent for cats. Cats mostly require protein from animal sources for their health and well-being.
Potential Dangers of Feeding Croissants
There are various concerns associated with feeding croissants to cats. Cats' digestive systems are not suited to manage large amounts of carbohydrates. Also, elements like butter and salt, which are commonly found in croissants, are unhealthy for cats and can cause gastric difficulties.
Is it safe for cats to eat croissants?
Croissants may be safe for cats if they are small, plain, and unseasoned. They don't add much to a cat's diet, though, because they are low in nutritional content. It's crucial to remember that what's safe for humans may not be safe for cats.
Can Cats Consume Croissants?
Can Cats Consume Croissants? Cats have evolved to be strict carnivores with digestive systems that prefer animal proteins. Even though they may tolerate tiny amounts of plant-based diets, they struggle to digest and absorb carbs.
Croissant Poisoning Symptoms in Cats
If you ate too many croissants, you may have a variety of symptoms, including vomiting and diarrhea. Croissants are unusual and difficult for cats to digest, so they may become fatigued and lose their appetite.
Prevent Cats from Eating Croissants By Accident
Prevention is critical. Put your croissants somewhere safe so your cat can't get to them. Inform your family and guests about the dangers of cats eating human food.
How Many Croissants Can a Cat Eat?
Can Cats Consume Croissants? If you want to share a croissant with your cat, give it a small bite-sized piece. But keep in mind that this isn't something that should happen every day.
How Much and How Frequently to Feed
Can Cats Consume Croissants? Cat snacks that are bad for their health should be provided sparingly. Croissants should not be given to cats on a regular basis because they are low in nutritional content.
Supplements and Alternatives
If you want to meet your cat's nutritional demands while also satisfying its appetites, nutritionally balanced cat food is the ideal option. Better and safer alternatives are lean meats and cat-specific snacks.
Finally, can cats eat croissants?
In conclusion, cats should avoid eating croissants, even if little amounts may not cause immediate harm. Cats have unique dietary requirements that are best addressed by food designed specifically for them.
Finally, Consider Putting Croissants in Your Cat's Bowl.
Can Cats Consume Croissants? Understanding what a cat requires for nutrition is critical to their health. Your cat will be healthy and happy if you provide it a balanced diet that contains all of the nutrients it requires.
How critical it is to consult a veterinarian regarding your pet's food.
Can Cats Consume Croissants? Cats have different nutritional requirements than people, therefore be cautious when feeding them human food. Speaking with a veterinarian will verify that anything you purchase fulfills your cat's specific nutritional requirements.
In a world where we shower treats and luxuries on our feline companions, it's critical to remember that what tastes good to us may not be beneficial for them.
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