Oooooh, this was HUGE. Next time I will have to paint ruffles i will take a week off from work. But Alyssa has been very, very patient, and now I can finally share the commission piece she asked me for:. these are Asra and Queenie dancing at the Masquerade!
I didn’t know cheetahs meow I’ve always thought they roar my whole life has been a lie
Ok but the other one is purring so hard
If I ever don’t reblog this assume I’m dead
Fun fact: technically, because of its inability to roar and its ability to purr, the cheetah is not a ‘big cat’ (or Great Cat) – they are still classified as Lesser Cats.
Also you haven’t heard anything until you hear them cheep.
My wife and I were were talking the other day and, I don’t remember what we were even talking about, but the idea came up that we would need an oreo for. I joked about getting one from my secret stash. This is where she made her mistake. She said “oh right, like you could have an Oreo stash without me knowing about it.”
I’m sorry?
That’s a challenge.
Oreos aquired.
I’m going to hide them in a super simple place at first
But be sure to follow this post while I chronicle all the ways and places I hide them and also how I plan on taunting her with cookies while she can’t find the package
She is out of the house for a moment so it’s time to enjoy a few cookies
And find a new hiding spot
Hehehe
They up there
Normally I’m a Oreos with milk kinda guy, but I’ll take coffee if coffee is available
Now to hide them right under her nose
She never looks under the TV for anything. Tonight when we are watching Halloween Wars I’ll have a big dopey grin on my face
Time to up the stakes. It was fun having em here and hiding them around her while she didn’t know what was happening. Bit now it’s time for her to be in on the game she is playing
Four cookies packed in her lunch. Game on
I’ve been cleaning house today and feeling like I’ve done a pretty good job. Time to reward myself with some delicious Oreos
Aaaaand put them where she would never find them in a million years
🙂
Got up early this morning and helped pack everyone’s lunch. Pulling a damn Oprah over here
You get some cookies! You get some cookies! Everyone gets cookies!
Then a devious idea struck me…
I put the remaining Oreos in a baggie to hide by themselves. Now to “hide” the package where it will probably be found…
And pin the actual stash to the inside of the closet wall
If you two weren’t already married I’d beg you to marry her because you two are obviously perfect for each other and I love this post with all my heart
This guy’s dopey grin at his success at hiding oreos is exactly what I’m here for
You like that eh? Well you are going to love today’s installment
Look at that. So sad. So few Oreos left
Guess I’ll just pin em right to the middle of the wall in the middle of the living room. She’ll never find em there
Oh, guess I should put this back up
Bwa ha ha ha! You guys! You guys don’t understand! I was planning on doing this and when I got home and looked at it I was like “aww, it’s too thin. They won’t fit.” I even TOLD my wife this and how I was disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to hide them back there.
But then I looked again. They dooooo
Thank you all so much for the love. I knew y’all would like this, but I had no idea you would like it THIS MUCH. People calling us “goals” and stuff… Man…. It’s kinda hard to take in ya know? Anyways: if this post gets Over 9000™ before I get off work today I will pick up Halloween Oreos on my way home and this will not stop
This started at a simple angst post but kind of turned into a minific ish type thing at the end??? Whoops.
Asra said all that was left of you was ash and bone right?? But how did he r e a l l y know that it was you??? It could’ve been anyone. I image that they dumped all the ashes and bones together because they just ran out of room.
So, let’s imagine for a moment, Asra digging through ashes and bones until his fingers bleed and sobbing his eyes out, not even knowing if any of those are actually you. Until he sees a glint of gold in the ashes, that is.
I don’t remember the significance of the necklace you give to Asra as a favor before the fight, if it has any of all. For my apprentice though, it’s something that she wore all the time in her past. She’s never seen without it.
So now, let’s apply that to the mc in general. Let’s think about Asra seeing that gold in the ash and rushing over to it, pulling it out and seeing the necklace that you always have on. So now, he knows that it’s you and he just sits there in silence with tears streaming down his cheeks as he realizes that you’re really dead. You’re dead and his last conversation with you was an argument before he left. He left you behind to die all alone while he ran away. Selfish, he calls himself.
He takes your ashes in his shaking hands along with the necklace. This is all that’s left of you. His chest is tight and he sobs even harder now as he lets out an ear splitting scream. He frantically digs and digs and digs. Refusing to acknowledge that you’re dead even though he knows that you’re gone and there’s nothing he can do about it.
He stays in the same spot for days afterwards. He doesn’t eat, doesn’t sleep, he’s just numb. He doesn’t leave until he’s dragged away and forced out of the Lazaret. But when he gets back, he’s not the same.
He shuts himself away in the shop for weeks. He hugs your clothes when he goes to sleep at night because they still smell like you so he can at least pretend that you’re still there.
He nearly has a panic attack when your scent fades from the shop.
He also isn’t able to sleep much during those 3 years you’re gone. He constantly has nightmares about you. Sometimes he watches you burn in the furnace, sometimes he’s back at the Lazaret, ankle-deep in your ashes, and sometimes he sees you. In these dreams, he calls out for you, screaming your name until his throat is raw. But even then, you can’t seem to hear him. The end of each dream is the same, though. It’s your voice ringing loud and clear.
“Why did you leave me to die, Asra?”
He wakes up with tears streaming down his face and Faust looking at him in concern as his heart beats painfully fast in his chest.
He doesn’t think he’ll be getting back to sleep anytime soon.
The great thing about fandom/internet friends vs. friends you meet out IRL, is that when you get to know people for the first time face-to-face, there’s this awkward process of trying to figure out juuuust how much of a dork they are, and how much you can nerd out before you scare them off. Like, you don’t wanna break out the real freaky shit right off. There’s always the impulse to hang back a little, as you try to gauge just how into a thing they are. But with fandom friends? You fucking met them in the garbage heap. You knew their fucked up narrative kinks before you even know their real name. They are screaming their passions into the void. Your friendship comes pre-loaded with already knowing the exact depths of each other’s depravity, and any ordinary-people-shit you have in common is just a bonus.
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