update of what happened last night: our friend did not check their email. that's why they didn't reply. so i walked up to them and they were actually really.. nice?? or maybe just awkward?? or both. anyway i can see them typing from here (we have class together rn) and its a fifty fifty chance on them either hating us forever or us possibly becoming friends againsynthesystem
*Finger guns in your direction*
Tomorrow we get to eat at our parent's favorite restaurant. We have never been. Our sister has, many times, but never us. Now that she is gone, we finally get to experience what she had for all these years.
We don't usually make political posts, but since the elections are going on, we wanted to throw in our opinion.
We see the common "Oh __ sucks because they did __ and believe ____ " and then don't stop to realize- both sides do that.
Political parties have stopped being a general "hey this is what I believe and I swing towards voting like this" into "I think you're awful if you're (opposite party)!"
I've joked, and not so much jokingly, said that America is going to honestly have another Civil War at this point, or something bad will happen. People need to start seeing the fact that both sides have become awful. The only reason we associate with one side at all anymore is that people in the other would rather have our head on a stick than let us have rights. Which is not to say that the other side is worse overall- it's just in our best interest to not be on that side.
We just really think people would benefit from seeing that both sides have their flaws and that being red or blue doesn't mean you should hate someone for feeling differently. The current political state is even ripping apart families. It makes us so sad to think that no matter what we choose, people are going to hate us for it. And yes, we know that's life, but still.
Just take a moment to think. Does hating the other side make you just as bad?
Food Ask Game
I see these ask games every once in a while and wanted to make one!
Noodles: What's your earliest memory?
Dumplings: What's your worst or longest-lasting habit?
Cake: What video can you watch over and over again?
Souffle: What is the skill you're most proud of?
Cocktail: What's the craziest drink (alcoholic or not) you've ever had?
Nuggets: What's your favorite fast food place?
Ramen: What is your favorite college food amalgamation?
Sandwich: What is your last google search?
Burger: What was your last video search?
Tea: What's your favorite midnight snack?
Coffee: What's one thing that you always think back on fondly?
if biden wins im blasting two trucks by lemon demon through my street
This video is long, but if you're a fan of video games, Mario Kart, speedrunning, or glitch hunting, I recommend it.
Turbamentum, Chapter One, "Death and Gyoza"
“This is obviously foul play,” I say, clicking my pen to take notes on the clipboard I’m balancing on my arm.
“That’s the obvious assumption. Ties to Illium, violent cause of death- it seems simple enough to figure out it was a murder, and why he was killed,” says Willoe, examining the body with me.
Let’s take this back a step, shall we?
My name is Staeza Namer, and I work for the Citadel, a company that tries to keep the world’s peace when it comes to supernatural affairs. In this company, I’m a Lily, and I’m no ordinary Lily.
I’ve been solving the mysteries and murder cases of the Citadel for about two years now, ever since I stumbled on a cold case and brought the culprit to justice. And I’m d/mn good at my job if I say so.
The lady helping me look over the corpse is Willoe, and she’s been my assistant for about a month now. She’s still getting the hang of looking at pictures of dead bodies for work, but she’s coming along nicely.
Today starts the twenty-fourth case I’ve been assigned, and it’s a doozy.
CASE 24: VOPARE VEX
Victim’s Name: Vopare Lumina Vex
Victim’s Age: 40
Victim’s Race: Sylph
Victim’s Job: Violet
CAUSE OF DEATH: Violent blow to the back of the head and neck
Suspected foul play due to relation to Illim Vex, the current Venus and head of the Citadel
Seems simple, right? Find out who has issues with Illium or Vopare, interview, and bring in the culprit!
Well, no, this is a murder case involving a direct relative to the head of a company that is spread around the world. Nobody with the guts to pull a murder this bold would be dumb.
And that’s where I come in. It’s my job to find out who did this and why, and bring the story to a close.
I stand up from the crouch I was in and walk over to the restaurant across the street, flashing the tattoo on my wrists to the guards outside the door for entry. Inside stands Illium Vex, current Venus and leader of the lovely Citadel, their arms crossed in anger and grief.
“Find out anything useful yet?” they ask me, frowning.
“Not yet, except that we both agree this was intentional. We’ll need to do an autopsy and further examination before I can say anything concrete. Except…”
“The alley the body is in- it’s in such plain view of the street. I would say this was just a murder to be a murder, but Sylphs like you could usually take such traumas to the head and survive. It makes me think that the killer was rushed for a chance to strike.”
Illium sighed sadly but nodded. “Good deduction. I expect a detailed report from you soon, as always.”
“Of course, Venus!” Willow and I respond, taking our leave.
As we step out onto the streets of Tokyo, Japan, I see the streets that haven’t been closed off flooded with people enjoying the night. “Want to go to a gyoza place I know around here?” I ask Willoe, knowing she isn’t busy.
She thinks about it a second before nodding, allowing me to lead her towards the crowded streets. “It’s good, I promise.”
“I trust you Stae, don’t worry. Your memory is so good I’m sure we won’t get lost, and it’s too crowded for us to get jumped. Well, and I don’t think anyone would try and attack you when you’re so tall.” she said, standing on her tiptoes so try and reach my height. I laugh and bend my knees a bit while I walk to look shorter.
The streets of Shinjuku are lively and bright with hundreds and thousands of faces, and it’s a sight I’ve seen almost every night since I started living in Tokyo five years ago. The city always fascinated me, and it still does. But I wasn’t lying about that gyoza place- it’s a hidden gem.
As we finish the short walk, I take Willoe’s hand and pull her into the alley, and then into the small restaurant. The lady who runs the front of the store quickly recognizes and greets me. Willow tries her best to return the lady’s greetings, but her broken Japanese was barely enough to get the point across. I laugh, and she blushes and gently hits my arm.
“You’re right-” she says fifteen minutes later. “Hidden gem. So good.”
“I know, good food is something Japan is not lacking.”
“You’d think after living here for a month I’d be less clueless about this stuff, but even know I can barely hold chopsticks without getting a sad and concerned glance from you or a local.”
I throw my head back and laugh, my chest shaking. “That’s to be expected when you only come out to go grocery shopping! Well, that’s not true, I drag you out sometimes.”
She frowns and points her chopsticks at me. “You know, I’m older than you.”
“By what, two years? Three?” I tease, taking another bite.
Willoe and I aren’t officially together, but we’ve spent many nights like this since we’ve started living together for our job. I would have made it official, but I think we’re both worried about going too far.
She laughs with me for a bit before sighing and saying, “Yeah, yeah, and you’re the genius when it comes to actually solving the cases anyways.”
“Shh, no self-deprecation! I wouldn’t be able to focus as much on the cases if I didn’t have you here to help me, and I probably could have solved more if I had chosen to take a partner on sooner.”
“It’s not often you admit stuff like that,” she says, eyeing me as she sips the tea she’s been drinking.
I stick my tongue out at her and continue eating.
It isn’t long before we’re both full from the gyoza and tired from the long workday. After paying for the meal, we both stand at the edge of the alley against the busy sidewalks.
“We could go home…” I start to say. “Or we could explore.”
Willow looks at me with an exasperated expression. “Not today Staeza, I’m ready to crash.”
“Alright, fine, home it is.”
Turbamentum, Chapter Two, "Declaration"
“I’m up!” I yell, slapping the top of my clock. I squint at the bright numbers. “Why do we have to get up at four in the morning again?” I asked.
A groggy response drifted up from the floor next to the bed. “Work,” responded Willoe.
A few seconds later, her head popped up. Her short hair was wild from laying on the futon. “You’ve got bedhead,” I say, smirking.
Willoe’s eyes pop open and her hands fly up to smooth down her hair. I laugh, swinging out of bed. My feet hit the hard wooden floor and I shiver. Our apartment is very modern, but the wood flooring is cold.
I stretch my legs and arms, easily hitting the low ceiling. “Imagine being tall,” I hear Willoe say.
“Imagine being short,” I say back. We’ve done this song and dance a few mornings. I love Japan but it is not built for Fae heights.
I quickly get dressed in the corner of our small bedroom, Willoe’s back turned for privacy. “Do you think the autopsy results are in already?”
“So soon? Maybe. The body got sent to Mr. Walgress, so there’s a chance he’s done. Now shoo!” she yells, ushering me out the door so she can change.
I sigh as I sit down on our couch. Even after living together this long, we each have our secrets and private lives. We’ve respected that, and we manage to work so well together because of that.
I grab my phone and flip through some photos. I smile as I land on the picture of the letter that brought Willoe to me.
Two months ago, a letter arrived at my new Tokyo apartment. Inside was a letter from a Violet explaining that she had picked up interest in a case that went cold a few years back. Clues that no one else, not even me, had taken into account were laid out so well that the killer was brought in two days after. I traced the letter back to a house in America, took a plane over, and knocked on the door.
“Is this the house of Willoe Furi?” I had asked, my most charming smile on my face. I held out my business card, and the older lady at the door gave me a smile.
“A Lily! And Staeza Namer at that! She hasn’t done anything, has she?” she asked, turning her head back into the house. “WILLOE-” she yelled. “YOU HAVE SOMEONE HERE TO SEE YOU!”
About thirty seconds later, a small head popped out of the doorway. “Who is…” she began to ask before she saw my face.
“S-S-Staeza Namer!? What are you-”
I cut her off, handing the letter back to her. “I believe this is yours?”
She grabs the letter, red on her face. “Oh! You actually read it? Did it help at all?”
I gave a soft smile. “The killer was caught about a week ago. I thought this case would be dead for years. But I didn’t come all this way just to tell you that,”
I held out my hand. “Would you like to work together?”
“Staeza!” Willoe yells. “Why are you spacing out so hard?”
I flinch and blink a few times. “Oh, nothing. Just reminiscing,” I say, smiling.
Our phones both ding simultaneously, and we quickly grab them. We turn to each other, grins on our faces. “The case has been declared.”
Solidarity with women in Poland!
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i dunno who im gonna wake up to as president tomorrow but i know that im gonna be disappointed either way
Well, I can't afford my website anymore, so below are links to support me and read my books.
someone get me the flaming raging poisoning sword of doom
"Autistic people have problems reading caps"
No, not all of us do. Some do, some don't.
The autistic spectrum is huge, stop generalizing.
I'm autistic and I have no problem reading caps, speak for your own fucking self.awakeingdreamer
Yeah, I'm also autistic and I have no problem reading caps.
I do however hate reading all caps because I feel like it's screaming at me.
Some people that aren't even autistic hate reading caps tbh. Many people with trauma relating to being screamed or yelled at hate it too.
Us: *loudly singing the entirety of Guren No Yumiya from memory*
Is it just me or is Waterfall going dead for longer? Just a week or two ago there were so many posts but things have slowed so much.
guess who got 7 books at the library and am through 1 1/2 already
Dear Waterfall, please send me any songs that make you want to dance, that inpire strong emotions. I prefer ones without lyrics but some with lyrics are fine. Literally any song you can think of- I'm trying to make a playlist. I need youtube links so leave them in a reblog or comment!
I carved a pumpkin! Among us style
For Halloween my mom got me a bunch of my favorite candy (some of which is SUPER hard to get) so We Are Very Happy