#buuuuut!

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

guys i just realized i can actually apply information this is great

[inexplicably-spookified]

one day i will beat kero blaster’s zangyou mode. one day. 

[weevil-fiend]

October 14, 2025

[hwan-tastic]

Are you not going to make gifs anymore. ? I miss seeing your gifs on my dash ( ಥـْـِـِـِـْಥ)

sorry T^T i’m so outdated with ikon and i barely know what’s going on lately. Work keeps me busy and I have no time for anything T^T I have only one day off left this month but I will try to make my schedule less packed next month~ :) 

[cxrnegie]

scribblestardust

Genevieve had been home from her trip to New York with Nathan for exactly twenty minutes before she decided to journey up into her attic, her curiosity about what was in all those old boxes she hadn’t gone through in a few years getting the best of her. There had always been a small voice in the back of her mind that told her to spend a day up there, that maybe there was some sort of information on what she was up there. It wasn’t like her mother to just not keep information like that, even if it would help her and her sister in the future. So there Gen had sat, looking through every box she could get her hands on, though most of them were filled with old clothes, little knick knacks and old school projects from her and Fallon as kids. It wasn’t until she began to go through the last box that she found something in the form of a giant leather bound book. Carefully she untied the leather straps and opened the book, her eyes widening almost immediately.  Her eyes quickly scanned the pages while her finger trailed on behind it, trying to take in so much information at once that her mind wasn’t really registering any of it. “Holy...” The short word slipped from her mouth before she could stop it as she reread the same sentence over and over again. ‘The typical life span for a Fae, full or otherwise, is anywhere between 350 to 400 years.’ Though the oldest recorded Fae lived to be 637 years old. Her eyes continued to scan the page, her mind swimming with all of this new information.  ‘... aging typically stopping around age 25...’ Genevieve had to find Nathan. The blonde closed the book and stood up, holding it tight to her chest as she closed her eyes and let pictures of Nathan’s door fill her mind. In a flash her surroundings changed from her attic to the hallway outside of the door he was staying in. Quickly, she knocked on his door, swaying back on her heels somewhat impatiently “Nathan?” Genevieve spoke out as she knocked again “Nathan are you here?”

[ashe-mun-mun]

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