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Tagged by: @millenniumpharaoh Tagging: @pumpkuba-kaiboo @yugidonthitmemutou 

Taste:

Sweet | Salty | Bitter | Umami | Sour | Chocolate | Bacon | Vegetables |Fruit | Berries | Carrots | Cake | Cookies | Pretzels | Pasta | Tomatoes |Applesauce | Sauerkraut | Pickles |Olives | Potatoes | Ice Cream | Pineapple | Pineapple on pizza | Fish | Beef | Garlic |Spinach | Mushrooms | Cheese | Milk | Juice | Marmite | Beetroot | Anchovies | Gefilte Fish |Peppers | Wholewheat bread | Marshmallows | Mango | Broccoli | Peanut butter | Nutella | Mint and chocolate | Cashew nuts | Tofu | Brussels sprouts | Grape flavor

Touch:

Soft | Rough | Smooth | Sticky | Slimy | Hot | Cold | Damp | Wet | Clammy | Coarse | Fur | Velvet | Silk | Lace | Hot metal | Cold metal | Paper | Plastic | Bubble wrap | Wool | Wood | Tree bark | Hot asphalt | Leaves | Wicker |Sand | Rocks | Rough rocks | Smooth rocks | Hair |Skin | Tight hugs |Gentle hugs | Lip kisses | Skin kisses | Holding hands | Rough touches| Gentle touches | Scratches | Bites | Sunlight | Light sheets | Thick blankets | Baggy clothes

Scent:

Flowers | Sea water | Chocolate | Fish | Cooking onions | Cleaning products | Citrus | Lemons | Grapefruit | Oranges | Rain | Freshly cut grass | Wet dirt | Wood | Cologne | Perfume | Fire | Smoke | Gasoline | Tires | Paint | Chlorine | Pools | Fresh bread | Cooking bacon | New books | Coffee | Linen | Vanilla | Cinnamon | New car | Coconut | Sunscreen | Nail polish | Mint | Cigarette smoke | Leather

Sound:

Loud sounds | High pitched sounds | Low pitched sounds | Quiet sounds| Loud voices |Soft voices | High voices | Deep voices | Morning voice | Snoring | Rain on windows | Fire crackle | Crickets | Frogs | Typing on a keyboard | Horse hooves on gravel | High heels | Laughter | Deep laughter | Giggling | Purring | Dog bark | Howling | Car engine | Distant chatter | Bird chirps | Classical music | Pop music | Folk music | Rock music | Country music | Klezmer music | Violin | Piano | Frying food | Nails tapping

Sight:

This page is everything.

Look at how different he is from the “magic isn’t real, everything’s just a hallucination weh” Kaiba we’re all so used to seeing. This Kaiba exists in stark and direct contrast to that portrayal; here is a man who has a terrible and unshakable faith. The very thing he began his journey scoffing at is now what fuels him to push past his absolute limit.

"Is leaving all you know how to do?”

She had almost made it to the stairs when she heard it. A voice speaking in a low, rhythmic pattern. Talking too indistinctly for her to make out. Whoever it was, though, it wasn’t Sarah.

“Charu?” Lily called out, her feet already carrying her towards the voice. “Charu, where are you?”

“In my room, Amma!” Sarah yelled back, a little too quickly to pass under Lily’s radar. Knowing what she knew about her daughter, there was almost certainly something dangerous happening. “Doing something!”

Lily hurried up the stairs and down the hall, already abandoning her laundry basket in favor of tugging her wand out. She pushed the door open, poking her head inside. “What are you doing, honey?”

Sarah was sitting on the bed, a picture book open in her lap, and looked over at Lily in surprise. “Reading.” She looked thoughtful for a second, before shaking her head. “I wasn’t reading. The book was. Appa said he was gonna read it and then he didn’t. And then Hari said I should figure it out myself, and I really wanted to know the end and--”

“Charu, honey, slow down.” Lily laughed, stepping inside fully. She took a seat next to her daughter. “You wanna show me?”

“Okay.” Sarah nodded, before flipping the page. As if on request, the words on the page read themselves aloud. It was the same voice Lily had heard earlier, further confirming her suspicions. Sarah looked up at her mother expectantly. “Like that. I said pretty please the first time, then it did it.”

Lily grinned down at her daughter, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “That’s perfect, Charu. Good job with your manners, and even better with your magic!”

“Magic?” She frowned, looking confused for a split second, before nodding. That made sense. Of course books couldn’t read themselves to her on their own. That would be actually useful. “Cool.”

“Very cool.” Lily agreed. “Do you want to finish the book, or do you want ice cream? When Hari did magic the first time we gave him ice cream. Guess it’s your turn, right?”

“Book first.” Sarah held the book out to Lily. “You said the Muggle way’s more fun. Please?”

“Pretty please?” Lily smiled, already taking the book and opening back at the beginning.

“Everything okay in here?” James stuck his head into the room, relaxing when he noticed his wife and daughter were safe. “Heard some noise earlier.”

“Yeah.” Sarah piped up, nodding. “I don’t need you anymore.”

Lily, who had been ready to read the opening line, let out a loud and startled laugh as she fell back on Sarah’s bed.

“That’s mean.” James looked more confused than anything else. “Also, why?”

“I can make the book read itself!” Sarah said proudly. “So you don’t have to anymore.”

“She said pretty please.” Lily said.

“You could’ve just said it like that, kannamma.” James sighed. “Good job. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks for not reading to me.” Sarah said, looking entirely serious.

“You’re welcome.” James nodded.

“It’s alright, James. I still need you around.” Lily smiled cheekily at her husband. “There’s laundry to be put away, after all.”

“Great. I can hear Hari whining already and I haven’t even told him he’ll be doing it.” James said, rolling his eyes as he stepped back from the doorway. “Right. I’ll leave you to your book, then.”