When you realise you dun goofed because you never adjusted the titles for your OC universe and now all of your notifications look the same and you don’t know if people are seeing your most recent update or the first one and you get really confused and it’s your own fault because you barely learnt how to tag posts let alone add taglists because people actually like what you write and you’re sitting there like ‘I should have maybe learnt how to do these things before I began doing them’ and it’s too late now anyway so all your OC universe updates have the same title and there’s absolutely no way to discern them from the rest except to read the chapter summary which means you have to click on the post and wait for it to load and oops . . .
As a person who is not American I am terrified to wait for the results of the president election. Please, please, please don't stuff it up people in America, I sincerely hope America makes the less evil decision and think about the consequences that could follow the results.
i’m filling prompts tonight. i have some leftover form friday, but please send me banter prompts or any sort of solavellan domestic bliss request, if you are so inclined. i am not picky. solavellan fluff fuels my soul. i need a backlog to feel alive.
He had tried all sorts of drugs before.
But not this one.
He needed to obtain this one.
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<<<<Sorry if too much fluff or so :P
Just kidding. Not sorry. Bleh~~>>>>
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Faye had surely grown.
After all, he hated snow. He absolutely hated it. The floating specks of melting dust hailed as snow, those half-frozen drops of liquid cottonballs, how could people possibly enjoy such a thing?
They floated everywhere. Littered every single inch of the ground. It ticked him off. Snow hindered activities, made global warming seem like a poorly made joke but worst of all, it distracted him too much. It was too cold to do anything, leaving him cursed with constant colds and headaches. Such an insignificant thing lowered his productivity and made him suffer with constant sniffling, the flakes of dancing snow just being the icing on the cake to taunt him.
It was evident. The cold was his enemy.
So why was he currently crouched behind a rock? And balling up the fluffy white dust particles in his hand?
Why wasn't he wrapped up in blankets at home with hot tea, like he always would be?
Why was he hurling it at Faye - well of course he was, that was what Faye was for.
But most importantly, it was the most hellish time of the year for him, with the freezing cold, constant sneezes and burning fevers, so why was he smiling?
Perhaps the cold had finally driven him mad, like he always thought it would.
Perhaps he was trying to get back at the snowy season, to prove to it that Qexyr Smugvold was undaunted by anything
Or perhaps Faye had laced that first snowball with drugs.
Yes, that had to be the explanation. Laced with a euphoric drug that made him laugh uncontrollably and smile idiotically, it's potency increasing through Faye's taunts.
Perhaps it was laced with a sort of performance drug? That would explain why he felt so competitive , filled with adrenaline. He felt alive. As if he could take on the worl-
*whoosh*
That was close. He couldn't get hit by another, for the sake of his pride and to avoid getting another dose of the drug. He didn't know the drug’s potency yet. He had to defeat Faye at this. More specifically, he would defeat Faye to get that drug. He would be more productive with it, practically unstoppable by the cold-
"Is the grand leader unable to hit me with even one~ measly snowball? Or is he too scared to even try~? "
Qexyr twitched. He crouched down solemnly, balling snow in his hands. The drug's effectiveness must have risen again. He really had to commend Faye on his good work this time.
He would definitely win this fight.
For the drug and to expand his current capabilities.
"I'm getting bored~"
And also to wipe that smug grin off of Faye's face.
