#›› 「 gotta keep up the hustle 」 dash games

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whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick 10 songs you find to give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse !!

SONGS   TO   WRITE   MY   MUSE   !

bury me face down  //  grandson.

DNA  //  kendrick lamar. 

sunflower  //  post malone and swae lee.

the time is now  //  the north panics.

burning down the house  //  the used. 

young and menace  //  fall out boy.

ready set let’s go  //  sam tinnesz. 

dangerous  //  royal deluxe.

this is america  //  childish gambino. 

the fighter  //  gym class heroes and ryan tedder.

TAGGED BY  :   the lovely @deadgrl ( a million years ago ) ! TAGGING  :  @alphacalled, @chaosblossomed, @invigilandi ( simon ! ), @dangeress, @wolfqueennamedstark​ !

[patchwork-panda]

If A Moment Is All We Are (10/?)

AO3 link: HERE

Genre: Romantic Drama/Comedy

Pairings: OC x Dazai, OC x Kunikida.

Story takes place after S2-S3 of the BSD Anime and follows OC’s adventures as she joins the ADA and solves cases with the detectives and falls in love with Kunikida and then Dazai (Dazai will be endgame).

TW for this chap: description of a corpse

“Soooo? How was it?”

Saeki Mei grinned at me from behind the counter.

Just like she had yesterday, Mei greeted me the moment she saw me walk inside the convenience store and as we struck up another conversation, I began to see why the regulars became regulars. Mei had a way of bringing out the fun in people and I was really starting to like her. With just a few words, she’d almost made me forget all about the fact that every lead we’d chased down today turned up nothing.

“Pretty good,” I admitted, smiling back as I put my purchases down on the counter, “My coworkers really liked the sesame bread. Thanks for the suggestion.”

“No problem!” Mei crowed. “I’ve been working here for so long, I can proudly say I’ve eaten one of every type of snack we stock. If you need more recommendations to get on your grouchy mentor’s good side, I am always happy to help.”

“Sure, thanks.”

Although, if I were to be honest, I wouldn’t say I was trying to get on Kunikida’s good side. It was more like I was trying to stay off his bad side...

“Vegetable juice?” Mei asked curiously as she picked up the bottle of green juice I’d placed on the counter.

I nodded.

“He... he said I needed to eat more vegetables. I hate to say it, but he’s right...”

Mei put down the bottle of juice and looked at me, the beginnings of an amused smile tugging at her pink-gloss-coated lips.

“Sounds like he means well,” she said shrewdly. “Is he this nice to everyone at the office?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it being nice,” I mused, tapping my chin, “It’s just his way of mentoring me while we’re working on this case—”

I stopped talking abruptly. Mei was looking a little too entertained for my liking and in an instant I figured out why. My face grew hot.

“Wait, no—it’s not what you think—!”

“Sure, it isn’t,” Mei drawled, her grin widening.

She propped her elbow up on the counter and leaned forward.

“He’s hot, isn’t he?”

“Mei-chan!”

As Mei hid a small snicker behind her hand, I couldn’t help thinking back to yesterday at the cafe and how those girls had been eyeing Kunikida as he sat there, all calm and composed, his gray-green eyes serious as he studied his notes—

I shook my head to put a stop to my train of thought. Nothing good could come of this kind of talk—nothing!!

Frantically looking around for something—anything—that could change the course of the conversation, I tried to look away from Mei only to find my eyes being drawn to the brightly colored scrunchie in her hair. Either she hadn’t been wearing it this morning or I had been too tired to notice it.

“That’s a really nice scrunchie you’ve got there!” I exclaimed, pointing at it, “Wh-where’d you get it?”

Mei frowned. Clearly she wanted to keep asking what I really thought of Kunikida (not that there was anything to say) but she humored me and turned her head to the side so that I could see it more clearly.

“This?” she asked, pointing at it. “It’s actually for my volleyball game later tonight. One of the other girls loves matching gear and made us these. Cute, right?”

As she shook her head, I saw that several orange bows and a couple of pom-poms were sewn into it, making for a vivid pattern of orange, white and black that moved whenever she did.

“It really is!” I said, and I meant it.

Mei beamed.

“I’m actually wearing my uniform under my clothes right now,” she continued, “I tried to get out of my shift entirely but the manager said I could only leave thirty minutes early for it, so I changed ahead of time. I’ll really have to hustle if I want to get to the station on time.”

“What position do you play?” I asked, determined to make her forget about why I was purchasing vegetable juice. I didn’t know too much about sports but I once had a friend who played back in high school and more recently, I’d started keeping up with a sports manga featuring high school volleyball players. Thankfully, my efforts seemed to be working. Mei puffed out her chest and grinned.

“Libero! It’s how I got this!”

She rolled up her sleeve and showed me a spot near her elbow, where a darkened streak of a scar sliced up her arm. She looked like she was about to tell me the entire story when her phone suddenly buzzed in her pocket, indicating the end of the shift.

“Crap! I gotta go!”

At once, she threw off her apron.

“Bye, Manager!!” she shouted as she dashed out from behind the counter, “Thank you for your understanding! I’ll come in early to open up tomorrow morning to make up for this, okay? I promise!”

And in response to Mei’s call, an old woman poked her head out from the stockroom area and raised her arm to wave.

“See that you do!” she shouted as Mei pelted out the front doors into the night.

But to my surprise, Mei suddenly doubled back and banged on the storefront window by the door.

“Kyou-chan!” she exclaimed, pointing a finger at me, “Make sure you come back tomorrow morning, okay? We have fresh red-bean buns coming in and I want to know more about your mentor! It’s a promise, alright?!”

“Okay!” I called back as she ran off again.

Chuckling, the old manager picked up Mei’s abandoned blue apron off the floor and held it in her slightly wrinkled hands.

“That Mei-chan,” she sighed, turning to me. “You’ll have to forgive her. She’s excitable but a good girl and whenever volleyball’s not on her mind, an excellent employee.”

“I know,” I said, laughing a little myself as I took the bag of bread and juice (receipt already in the bag, wow) off the counter. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back.”

And so, I returned to the convenience store at seven-thirty the next morning, with enough cash in my pocket for at least two or three red bean buns and a smile on my face.

But as soon as I got close, I realized something was wrong. The lights were off and the shop seemed to be closed; the bread delivery guy was standing there, outside next to his truck, with a clipboard in his hand, scratching his head. And it wasn’t just him. A few people were gathered around the front of the store, trying to peek into the windows and checking their watches. One of them shrugged and went on his way. As he did, he passed the old manager from last night. She was walking down the street towards her store and as I jogged up to her, she took one look at the darkened storefront and opened her mouth in shock.

“Manager—” I started, but she put up her hand.

“Excuse me just a moment, sweetie,” she said, taking a pair of keys out of her hand and going to the delivery guy.

As I watched her, my thoughts began going down a dark and twisted road...

Saeki Mei. Late twenties. Pretty, vivacious, athletic and well-liked. A reliable employee who left for a volleyball game last night and didn’t come in to work the following morning...

It was too similar to the case I was working on.

I could feel my anxiety slowly build as I watched the manager and delivery guy briefly exchange words; a shadow crossed the manager’s face for a brief moment and in an instant, my stomach tied itself into a knot. The manager signed the clipboard and unlocked the front doors and while the delivery guy went back to his truck to grab his bread, I approached her once again.

“Mei-chan... She didn’t come in this morning, did she?”

The manager sighed and shook her head. As I watched her brows furrow in thought, the knot in my stomach tightened.

It was almost exactly two weeks since the last disappearance and Saeki Mei was nowhere to be found.

***

“No bread today, Kusunoki-san?” Atsushi asked as I dropped in at my temporary desk (they were letting me borrow Kyouka-chan’s desk while she was out making deliveries today).

“No,” I sighed, rubbing my eyes. “I... couldn’t get any. When I passed by the convenience store this morning, it was still closed up.”

“Closed up?” Atsushi asked, his eyebrows drawing together thoughtfully. “I haven’t been there before but... is that unusual?”

I nodded.

Last night, Mei had definitely said she was going to be in early and she seemed like the kind of girl who kept her promises. And with the way the manager had reacted this morning when Mei hadn’t shown up for her shift...

My stomach tied itself into a second knot.

“Oh, Kusunoki-kun. You’re here. Good.”

Kunikida hung up his cell phone as he passed me on the way to the printer.

“The police departmen asked to borrow you to do a sketch for them. There was a burglary a couple districts over and they weren’t able to get any surveillance footage.”

He picked up the printout and handed it to me.

“I’ll give you the address, so go check it out when you’ve got a minute—”

Kunikida frowned. His eyebrows knitted together as he looked at my face.

“Is something wrong?”

“Huh?” I squeaked. “Oh, no, nothing’s wrong!”

Trying to shake off the sense of unease I’d walked into the office with, I slapped a smile on my face and held my hand out for the report. I had, after all, promised Kunikida I would do better and I was going to, no matter what.

“Let me see the address. I’ll go right away.”

It was probably too early for me to worry, anyway...

Taking the printout from Kunikida, I grabbed my things and set off for the station marked on the map, leaving a concerned Atsushi and Kunikida to exchange a glance as I left.

***

The sketch job turned out pretty easy. I was lucky that the clerk on duty had a pretty good look at the burglar’s face and so I finished with time to spare. Enough time to take a little detour on my way back to the Agency, so I hopped onto a different bus line on my way back and decided to swing by the convenience store.

As I got off my bus and headed back in the direction of my apartment, I thought about the possible reasons Mei had not been in this morning. Maybe she’d just overslept for once in her life—she was human, it happened to all of us. Or maybe she had exhausted herself at her game last night and had to rest at home. Or maybe she’d gotten injured going after a ball and was in the hospital and couldn’t text.

Or maybe she had gotten kidnapped like the other women and was being held in a dark room somewhere...

Shuddering, I shook my head to clear away the bad thoughts.

I could say for sure that nobody in my neighborhood had gone missing so far. Hopefully, that would still be the case. It could just be a horrible coincidence that Mei was around the same age and build as the other missing women and that it was essentially two weeks since the last disappearance...

The convenience store came into view and as I looked at the now-familiar store front, I couldn’t help thinking that surely Mei had come back by now and was standing behind the counter or loading boxes as usual. If I just walked in through those doors, I’d see a cheerfully smiling Mei, wearing her apron and ready to start chattering about my coworkers again.

The doors slid open with a soft whoosh as I approached.

“Mei-chan...?”

But she wasn’t there. Instead, the old manager looked up from Mei’s usual perch at the counter and nodded slightly in greeting as she saw me arrive.

“I’m sorry, young lady,” she sighed when she saw my face fall. “I can’t seem to get a hold of her. But she’ll turn up, I’m sure she will.”

She didn’t sound very convinced herself...

I felt my stomach clench painfully and hoping it was more due to hunger than anything else, I went to the bread aisles where I picked up a few of the plastic-wrapped red bean buns. The last item Mei had recommended to me.

I took them to the counter along with another bottle of vegetable juice.

“Maybe she’ll call later?” I said hopefully.

The old manager looked at me for a moment.

“I certainly hope she does,” she replied, taking my purchases from me and ringing me up. “Ah, these.”

She smiled gently.

“For some reason, it feels a little like buying this might summon Mei back,” I admitted, taking my bag.

She nodded.

“Hopefully. Hopefully.”

It wasn’t the manager’s fault that I left the store in a worse mood than when I came in. Nor was it anyone’s fault that I remained distracted throughout the morning. However, when I bit my cheek for the third time while I was trying to both type and eat my bread, Kunikida had had enough.

“What’s going on, Kusunoki?” he asked, turning from his laptop to me as I winced and rubbed my cheek. “There’s clearly something bothering you.”

“Huh? No, there isn’t.”

“You really expect me to believe that?” Kunikida sighed. “Come on, out with it. Whatever is on your mind, it’s costing you productivity. Now talk.”

I sighed as well.

“It’s probably nothing, but...”

As I told him about Mei and my concern at her disappearance, in light of the recent kidnappings, I couldn’t help but think about how strange this felt. I had just been talking to Mei about Kunikida last night and now it was the reverse; I was talking to Kunikida about Mei. But as I spoke, Kunikida’s expression grew cloudier and cloudier until he suddenly pulled out his notebook and started jotting things down.

“I think you should trust your instincts more, Kusunoki-kun,” Kunikida said, “This is indeed troubling.”

He flipped through the pages until he found what he wanted and presented me with the schedule for today.

“The store isn’t very far from us and I had a client cancel their last meeting at the end of the day today, so why don’t we go and check it out? It’s entirely possible this isn’t related to our case at all, but given the circumstances, I think it’s a good idea to at least investigate.”

He went back to his computer.

“At the very least, the missing persons case is the only major case you’ve been assigned to so far and you’ll be working with me for it. So if someone related to Saeki decides to open the case with us, you can take it on your own, or look into it pro bono off of work hours if you wish.”

He looked at me.

“Sound good?”

He was taking this seriously. Maybe I wasn’t crazy after all.

Relief flooding through me, I smiled.

“Sounds good. Thank you, Kunikida-san.”

Kunikida immediately turned away. He started fixing up his glasses again.

“No need to thank me. It’s a part of your detective training after all.”

Training or not, I was grateful. I went back to eating my bread and I didn’t bite my cheek again for the rest of the day.

***

“I see. Thank you for your time.”

As the sliding glass doors of the convenience store slid closed behind us, I could feel Kunikida’s eyes on me. I probably looked every bit as worried as I felt. Rather than calming me, the third trip to the convenience store rattled my nerves even more and based on what we uncovered, even Kunikida was starting to look concerned.

It turned out Mei lived alone. She moved here from the countryside and rented a single studio not too far from the convenience store. The only known contacts she had in the area were her volleyball friends. Unfortunately, neither we nor the manager we spoke to had any idea who they were or how to get in contact with them. The only thing we could do for now was set off for Mei’s apartment, using the address she’d filled out on her employment application, and hope that she would show up eventually. That was the best case scenario. The worst case scenario was something I really didn’t want to think about...

I stopped walking.

“Hey.”

Kunikida’s hand was heavy but comforting on my shoulder.

“It’s still been less than twenty-four hours since she was last seen,” he said. “I know you’re worried but you should try not to think too pessimistically about this. I know it doesn’t look good but it almost feels like a bad omen, to act like she’s unreachable or dead.”

I felt his hand drop as I looked back at him. I tried to smile.

“That’s a good point.”

Kunikida sighed.

“Don’t let any one single case consume your thoughts if you can. It’s not good for your mental health... For now, let’s just treat this as we would any other case. Let’s look for leads however we can and follow them.”

I nodded and let my gaze trail absentmindedly towards the river. I found myself counting the leaves that washed by as Kunikida talked. But then something big and dark emerged from water just beneath the walkway and out of curiosity, I went to the railing, leaned over and looked down.

My hands flew to my mouth

“And you never know,” Kunikida continued, “maybe something will turn up—”

“K-Kunikida-san!”

I jabbed my finger at the water below.

“What is that?!”

As Kunikida rushed over, we saw the thing bob and flip onto its side.

It was a body. The body of a young woman with long, dark hair.

I screamed.

***

How many corpses had I seen in person now?

There was the guy who had tried to meet me for a movie back when I was a student. Then there were the two security guards Akutagawa had slain in the gallery... and now there was Taneda Mayu, the second of the missing women to vanish. Why did it feel like I had seen so many more...?

Oh...

I clutched my arms even more tightly about my shoulders as Kunikida finished talking to the police officers nearby.

It was because I had forgotten to count all the people I’d seen in my visions but hadn’t met in real life. Mrs. Yamazaki had been the only one to survive her impending death.

I watched hollowly as Kunikida nodded briefly to the officer and came back towards me. The instant we realized we were in the presence of a dead body, Kunikida had called the police and they’d come rushing over and fished the body out of the river. They had to first prod it until it was unstuck from its position near the edge of the canal and then one of them had to jump in and haul the waterlogged corpse to shore. As the police closed off the area to terrified pedestrians, the one in charge immediately made a beeline for me and Kunikida and wanted to talk to us about the recent kidnappings.

I didn’t think I would ever be able to get the image of that bloated corpse out of my memories. All four of the missing women had been beautiful. Taneda Mayu had been slim and athletic, with an elegant figure and long legs that looked fantastic in the tennis skirts she loved so much. The only resemblance that thing bore to Mayu was the mass of long, silky black hair that trailed down to her waist; even the skin color had changed with rot and the passage of time. The coroner had yet to arrive but I could overhear the officer talking to Kunikida mumbling something about how Mayu had likely been dead about three to five days judging from her physical condition. Given the manner in which we found her body, the police suspected she had been either drowned or asphyxiated; there were strange marks on her neck, suggesting that someone had either choked her or held her under the water until she took her last breath.

“They’re going to interview everyone who was nearby within the last couple hours,” Kunikida said quietly, tucking his hands into his pockets as he sat next to me on the bench. “But I doubt they’ll find any real suspects. There aren’t any traffic or security cameras for this particular area and people have been moving in and out of this street for some time now.”

He sighed heavily and put his head in his hand.

“Kusunoki-kun.”

I turned to him.

“I know what I said before, about not using your Ability unless we really needed to, but the nature of the case has changed.”

He took his head out of his hand and looked at me, his green eyes blazing in the light of the setting sun.

“This is no longer a kidnapping case—we’re looking for a serial killer. And we’re going to need your Ability if we’re going to find him before the next body shows up.”

[my-love-peterp]

Mistaken Chapter One

Word Count: 2103 THERE ARE NO ENDGAME SPOILERS, THIS IS A DELAYED UPLOAD FROM AO3

Fic Summary: Peter Parker has been given the responsibility of bringing in a new recruit. Now, as an adult, he realizes that none of the trashy YA novels he read in high school could have prepared him for this. There was a storm on the horizon, and all they could do from the Tower is watch.

Chapter Summary: A new recruit is brought into the fold and is more than a handful.

Warnings: language, mentions of injury, non-graphic violence (brief)

A/N:  You may have seen me over @fabtasticass which is my main blog. So this is my first fanfic and it's going to be a big one. It is a Soulmates AU but not in the traditional way. That won't show up until later chapters. I'm going to try to keep endgame a secret the best I can. I have some very angsty ups and downs planned but I'm trying to hold back. So I’ll tag each chapter with what pairing might be in that chapter in the official Tumblr tags but never at the beginning.

I ran, dodging rats, and clumps of unidentified garbage that lay literal feet from a plethora of garbage cans and dumpsters. God, I hated this city.

I especially hated this city in the rain, dashing through back alleys of Queens with all of my belongings in tow.

Rolling in and out of huge asphalt craters, my suitcases jostled my already pained arm. It had only been three or so hours since I’d reset the dislocated joint against my fire escape.

Blood dripped from a split along my hairline, mingling with sweat and city rainwater. At this point, I felt like a drowned cat and probably smelled like a wet dog. Super, awesomely attractive, right?

Bracing myself against the wall of the nearest building, I pulled a flask out of the interior pocket of my jacket and took a swig. The flask was light pink with the words “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” emblazoned on the side. It filled me with a dark sense of glee and irony every time I used it. I nicked it from one of those chain party supply stores a few months back, which I supposed could be my version of fun.

The whiskey burned as it went down but as it hit my stomach it helped to warm my rain-soaked bones.

I began moving again. As I wove in and out of the misshapen piles in the alleyway, I felt the hair prickle on the back of my neck. It felt like I had a curious pair of eyes, tracking my every move and staring me down. I ignored my most basic instinct to turn around and investigate and my training kicked in instead. My eyes swept the alleyway ahead of me, monitoring the shadows, ears open and head down. I checked every shiny surface to see the reflection behind me. Empty alleyways are all that I was shown. So I shoved aside my intrusive paranoia and started whistling tunelessly as I moved. I’d felt that prickle for days and nothing had come of it.

In front of me, business lights filtered through the rain, casting a glow over the stone walls. Wet, sputtering and a little drunk, it only made sense that I was the target of some less friendly men who had stationed themselves outside of a local dive bar. They jeered and reached out at me. “Piss off you assholes, I’m not in the mood.”

Their demented shouts ranged from demands that I take off my clothes, false coos asking me if I needed their help to warm up and jokes about them being so good in bed women were jumping at the chance and willing to move in with them immediately to lock it down.

The rain got harder as I clenched my fist, glaring daggers at them and trying to subtly move faster. Everything about my body language screamed 'don't fuck with me', but it's hard to be intimidating when you're a generous 5'3. They advanced anyways and with a woosh, they all got tossed back into the brick wall, hard. The crack of a few skulls echoed down the empty alley, interrupted only by their groans as a few immediately came to.

The tingling on the back of my neck got more intense, this time joined by a fuzzy feeling alarm in the back of my brain. I hustled along, eager to get the hell out of Queens. I hadn't taken more than three steps when I heard him. “Woah, what was that? I webbed up those guys back there, they won't be able to move for a few hours. What was that though, can you like manipulate energy or is this outside the realm of earthly physics? Are you an alien? Or a mutant maybe? Or..."

Without looking up I sent another blast towards the overly excited voice and immediately heard an oomph followed by the sound of a body rushing towards the pavement. Or, rather, a dumpster.

“Hey not cool,” said the guy, poking his head up and out of the dumpster.

I groaned, immediately recognizing the mask, despite it being covered in what looked a lot like smashed avocado on the left side of the heroes head. Spider-Man.

Pushing my bags together, around my feet, I bound them to myself and alighted on the nearest rooftop, gently floating upward. I figured the enhanced cat was already out of the bag with the current company, so to speak. I ran along the flat roofs of the decrepit, abandoned buildings with still no destination in mind but out.

“Wait up, where are you going, stop! We're friends now right? It's rude to ignore your friends, and I'm the friendliest of friends, you know. Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and all...” he babbled on lamely, his voice fading in and out as he swung between buildings, keeping up as I hopped from roof to roof.

“Buzz off buggy”, I grumbled before sending another shot his way.

“You’re really bad at paying attention to where I am, aren’t you” Spidey suddenly whispered in my ear. I shrieked and came to a halt, dropping my luggage next to me as I sat to dangle my feet off the ledge of whatever shitty building I was on now. As expected, that lanky ass fool sat down right next to me.

“So, where are you going, miss uh… strange power lady?”

“I don’t kno-” I cut myself off and looked at him strangely. “Wait, why are you even here?”

“Well funny story," he huffed out, looking over at me. His masked eyes contracted as he continued to just look at me in silence for several minutes. I was seconds away from physically shoving him off of the building. For someone who apparently couldn't keep his mouth shut when I wanted him to, he was as silent and one of those monks now when I actually wanted to hear his whiny voice. Then, just as I was about to snap, he lifted his chin and squared his shoulders.

"Have you ever heard of the Avengers?”

Like any normal person on the planet, I obviously had. I may not have been in New York while it was being leveled by aliens over a decade ago, but a person would have to be seriously deprived of outside stimuli to not know who the Avengers were.

Instead of speaking to the impertinent, entirely too perky Avenger at my side, I just glared, sending a message loud enough that even the most inept individual would comprehend me.

“Woah, woah, don’t shoot! You could be like, a really weird and reclusive alien for all I know at this point. The boss didn’t exactly give me all the details when he sent me out to trail you. I don’t even know your name, which tells me that we actually don’t know a whole lot about you…,” he trailed off his rambling as he finally realized I was now staring at him expectantly, waiting to get a word in edgewise.

“My name is Kaida, and I’m not a good person. Also, thanks for the invitation to join your little cult, but I’m going to have to pass.” I stood to leave and find shelter for tonight when all of a sudden a schnick sounded and webbing surrounded my foot, holding me in place.

That sneaky little son of a bitch.

“No can do, we’re going to talk this one out. Either you agree to come in and meet the team or you get to sit here all night and listen to me ramble about them and what ridiculously stupid things we’ve all been up to in the past few months. Your call… Kaida.” He said my name as though it could take form, leap up and bite him.

“Okay Spider, I see you want to play hardball. You take that mask off and I’ll come with you to ‘meet the team’ or whatever touchy-feely bullshit y’all are into over there. But I’m not agreeing without some kind of skin in the game other than my own.” I lifted my chin, triumphantly, secure in the knowledge that he would never reveal his identity to a complete stranger, especially while various factions of the government and private entities were trying to round up enhanced individuals.

Spidey scoffed. “That’s it? It’s not like I was going to leave it on once we got to the tower anyways so, here you go I guess,” and he ripped away his mask as though it didn’t faze him in the slightest.

He was… younger than I had expected. Cute, in a safe, boring schoolboy kind of way.

“What are you, twelve??” I all but shouted at him. There’s no way this kid was the real deal, a bona fide Avenger that had helped save numerous lives, my own included if you count what happened just a few years back.

“I’m twenty-two, thanks though. If I’m twelve, I’ve gotta say you’re a toddler. Granted, a toddler with wicked skills but it’s not like you’re even really an adult at this point, are you? Why aren’t you with your pare-.”

“For one thing, they’re dead. Secondly, I’m twenty but I guarantee you I’ve seen shit that you can’t really even comprehend. Even outside of all the crazy whack alien bullshit you all seem to be attracting. It really ages a person, or so I’ve heard.”

“Oh look at you, pulling the big bad ‘I’m so tough because I’m an orphan and my life wasn’t sunshine and roses’ act. Literally, everyone has bad shit happen to them. From what I’ve just seen and from what we’ve caught on security monitors, you’re wickedly talented and could actually use your powers to help others. Unless you’re too much of a coward, I know we do deal with ‘crazy whack aliens’ and all, but it shouldn’t be hard for a big kid like yourself, huh?”

I had half a mind to blow him off the roof right then and there. Rage swirled in the pit of my gut so violently, I might have vomited had I eaten at all in the past day or so. The wind picked up and began buffeting around the Spider guy and myself, throwing debris from decrepit roof and buildings towards us. All of the shrapnel conveniently avoided my person, but Spidey was dancing back and forth like a puppet on a string.

Deep breaths Kaida, deep breaths. We wouldn’t want another Wizard of Oz-esque incident. Again. I often found myself talking to myself in different perspectives to calm down. Anger, improperly channeled was a very dangerous thing for me, and honestly, I was being a brat just like he was. No need to level an entire city block just for this one intrusive, presumptuous asshat who dressed up like a fucking spider. I wasn’t about to tell him that though.

The wind died down almost immediately. Until it didn’t.

Not a minute later, the biggest bolt of lightning I’d ever seen struck a building a block or so away, no doubt short-circuiting every device plugged in at that residence. Two seconds later there was a solid thunk and next to Spider-Man loomed perhaps the most handsome being in the known universe, Thor. King of Asgard.

“You hit your panic button Man of Spiders. Are you in need of assistance… carrying bags?” Thor looked at you, tied down, and your bags tossed askew, then back at Spidey. Quizzically, he opened his palm and sent a burst of lightning up into the sky, as if looking for something. “All seems to be in perfectly good spirits here, no strange magics… so.”

“Listen, man, two minutes ago she was literally shaking the building so hard I thought we were all going down. I just don’t know how… all I did was ask her some questions, maybe play hardball with her a little,” he just shrugged at the god apologetically.

“Hi, I exist too, and I can speak for myself,” I asserted, repositioning my body so I wasn’t standing quite so hunched over. “We,” I continued, looking at Spidey, “would love your assistance in getting my bags back to wherever this team inspection or meeting is supposed to happen.” Anything to get inside and secure, before I lost it completely.

“As you wish, Lady of the Winds,” Thor almost yelled, thrusting a cane into the sky.

“No, Thor wai-.”

Before the insect could finish whatever he was trying to say, we were engulfed in a kaleidoscope of bright colors and rushed away in the blink of an eye.

So much for having a normal, Wednesday evening.

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22 July-An Idea of What’s going on in my life

Okay! so i’ve decided to write until i get a response from you guys..or until i get bored.

okay so, it’s been a month since school started..me and Iomhara have been coping well..adjusting to the lamos in our class..well..we arent really adjusting, when the school started me and she used to practise maths sums and study….mostly because of the classes we both had..my teacher gives us a hell of a homework and the math’s one makes really hard tests..my parents take tution tests seriously so i need to study..study hard!

Flashback

Ugh! i am early again!..now i have to wait for some time until someone i know shows up..

A guy entered the door..his name is shaan..a weirdo..his gang was once playing truth or dare and i heard my name being called over..i looked in his direction and saw him pointing at me saying “this is Lara..there the one whose doodling.” and his other friend looking at me..hell that was awkward cause i caught them looking and talking about me and since they were playing truth or dare the were probably talking something like-She’s cute,i’ve a crush on her, given a chance i would go out with her..blah blah blah. not saying that i am THE CHICK but i know they were talking about this stuff cause they were embarrassed when the saw me looking, me being the generous human i am just looked their way for a minute or two and then started doddling again.

so after that incident it was awkward with them..

now its fine..i’ll come to them later

the thing now is he is the second person that enters this god damn classroom after me..its irritating because we just sit there in a really awkward silence.

I was feeling a bit nauseous so i decided to open the windows thats when i noticed the the blue team’s(this team has a real name that is a more reasonable one but can’t disclose it) senior football selections were taking place today..and fuck! thats where he was..shining like literally shining..man he was the first one i put my eyes on like aww..he is just so cute well not cute he is hot af!..we’ll name him footballer. there was also this dashing new head boy he is a goody two shoes..tani had a crush on him in 8th grade for only 6 months that is..he is incredibly cute! like the dream boyfriend..the good one the one who is sweeter than the whole honeydukes together(Harry Potter reference!)..and humble,genreous,gentle, he is every good adjective in the dictionary.but not my type.now guess what?..this guy we’ll call him Lost Teddy Bear(LTB for short - cause he sure looks like one-but in a cuter way),so LTB thought i had a crush on him cause i used to lookout for tani and  he well sometimes..okay! i’ll be honest..many times caught me saying ‘he’s there’,’look he’s coming this way’ and all this shit!

and then he started noticing and ignoring our group..i was doing the same.eventually tani got over him,i told you she is never the commitment type..kine of me but more bold i will get bored if :

i find someone new

something bad happens like he tells me to stop,he has a hardcore crush on someone,etc

or he starts looking ugly

i stop seeing him

gradually i loose interest.

btw that Nilay guy did the pineapple cut..if thats what its called..he looks so weird and i dont like it so interest meter a bit low..

now this teddy bear was also trialing..how many things can you even do eh?..like you are the head boy,so automatically you would be good in academics,you play football,you are the guy most girls would want to date..i can tell that..girls are always trying to flirt with him. the next thing that would happen is i would see him dancing and singing in two voices..like literally are you a super being or something??..plus he has read almost each and every famous book series

The Hunger Games,Maze Runner,Harry Potter,Percy Jackson,and what not

i know this much about him cause well 1.he is famous and 2.his best friend is in my class or was in my class he and GQ were really good friends and this guy had a crush on me,hell! he even waited for me..he waited for 3 years proposed 3 times like boy! i dont like you romantically! sorry but i have frien zoned you! and there is no bloddy thing in this bloddy world that can undo the effect! this guiy you know was really good..sweet and totally into me but no! me being the most stupidest human bring on the planet i friend zoned him!..the thing with me is -i dont like people who like me i want people that have no interest in me,most of the time it is like that.I had literally friend zone each and every datable guy in my class..so back to teddy bear and this teddy is in 12th grade now

so they were trialling..alot of people were there..

now back to my pretty footballer!!..my first reaction when i saw him was fuck

i mean how can someone be that hot!!

and why the hell am i writing in italics..better turn it off...its getting creepy..okay so yeah done..

i was drooling over my babe(technically he is not mine,doesnt even know i exist..) when Arya entered she is a fine gal. nice one to have a chat and talk about boys..well she is like did you see? so many guys are trialling!..and most of them are sooooo hooooot!!!

and i am like i cant see them i am lost in his beauty

“which one?” asked Arya

“the one with the red shirt” i said

“the one that blocked the ball right now?”

“yeah that one”

“he looks hot”

“do you know there is this guy in the green house..i saw him during one of those shitty house meetings..and he is just so cute!!!..and guess what! he is national level boxer and a state level football keeper!!..his personality is so awesome!..we’ll call him boxer” said Arya

“uh-huh nice one!..which grade is he in?” i asked

“11th grade i’ll take you to see him during recess” replied Arya

“righto!”

“hey do you wanna see this footballer guy face to face..they may be coming upstairs for changing!” proposed Arya

“of Course!”

so then we were waiting in the corridor which was filled with students..seniors,juniors,9th graders on the left corridor,11th graders etc on the right one..and then he entered..i swear he’s got abs...and he is so tall so cute..so awesome!..of course he did not notice me,of course he did not bother to turn and say sorry when his sweatfull body..if being more specific then- his shoulder brushed against mine..of course still he does not know that his smile makes my day..of  course he does not know that he is the reason me and Iomhara eat our lunch as fast as we can..ofcourse he wont come out when he is finished with his lunch..of course he wont bother..

i told my friends about this tani and aki said that i was being a low standard bitch who would fall for anyone fair and tall...but this is so not true,pratham is fair and fairly tall...i hate him.i hate him because he is a playboy.If Footballer is a playboy then i won’t be that crazy about him.

And well Iomhara was not that excited about him(this was when she had not seen him)..the same was with aura..the thing is if my friends,whenever i tell them about a guy and they don’t know him that is they have no idea of his appearance, they automatically lose interest. Plus Iomhara had a glimpse of him once and he appeared to her as FAT! like literally he has freakin’ hottie abs for heavens sake!..but then she came around and is like he is okay-okay..aura had the same opinion. but no! he is awesome i dunno what happens when i see him but the way he talks the way he smile the way he walks even though my friends say he is a bit lanky,i dont care!!..its been a month since i have been into him..! and now that i think of it,i shouldn’t waste time on people who don’t even know i exist..but then again he could know i exist,if i talk to him..but he does not even come out during lunch breaks..

anyway this aki has a crush just like mine..but this one he is  a bit different..lets call him Yan, so when i first saw him i was like “girl you deserve better”

and then aki is like i dunno i just feel something when i see him.

like literally! he is skinny, is not even that handsome!..he is even taken!!..i dont think so footballer is in a relationship.

Yan’s a 11th grader,his class is next to mine. so once he was passing by and is asked him his name,very innocently he said “Yan.”

i gotta admit that was kinda cute but still! he is a prefect!!!..anyway after a few days when i saw him again i had the urge to go and say hi so i did he even greeted back though it was with hesitation and Iomhara is like what did you just do,and i am like i wanted to say hi. A few days passed with hi’s and bye’s.Iomahara started doing it too but with a ‘bhaiya’ it means brother. she does this because she wants to make it clear that she is in no way interested in him,as for me i like to keep ‘em confused!..so this hesitation began to slip away and after that he was like ‘yeah i know these girls..so better be good and say hi’

Yesterday was the schools first academic council meeting those are the meeting in which you can complain loads about teachers and the school but no one does that cause the blame would come on you and well i was chosen along with a super smart guy of my class..he looks a bit like jerry from tom and jerry. we arrived a bit early and there was a bit of time left(or we can say our principal arrived a bit late-that bastard! always arrives late and i could not take a last round in the corridor to see my babe-not really my babe he is..)

when i arrived i saw that Yan was also there..our periodic test had just gotten over  and we were as  usual roaming the corridor when i saw Yan,Iomhara said hi to him and he returned it back but when i did,i dunno if it was the hustle bustle in the background or something but he did not notice me.. i felt kinda bad tbh..anyway during this council meeting i was hoping that footballer would represent his class but no! rather a guy who had his face shape showed up! no literally! first of all i am with all the people who just want to complain and then i need to put on my collar button see that my hair look neat and sit up straight because i am sitting in front of the principal,the vice principal,the coordinator and all the head teachers and then this footballer does not show up! anyway i told you before that Teddy Bear is the head boy so automatically he was in the meeting jotting down points next to the pretty head girl and he is so cute! a cutie literally that was the only entertainment for me! though i think he noticed me and then was like ‘this stalker girl! how can she be in this council! i dont think so  she is that good in her studies all she does is crack jokes with that girl group of hers’

and i can tell he and Yan both were dead surprised to see me there. well when my class teacher Eela told me that she had given my name for that i was too,cause i dont come sincere and studious on the first glance..atleast i dont think so i do..

anyway after all those stupid little complaints from people, a guy from 12th grade (the same year as teddy bear) came up he is the academic prefect and gave an awesome speech! like seriously dude you rock!..he was giving us tips on how to study for competitive exams.you know this guy he came 7th out of 5000 people! that too in a really tough exam! and he was keep saying that seniors should be more approachable,juniors should try to seek help from them and all i really liked this point-not with the academic meaning(know what i mean,if you don’t i make it simple for you-footballer is my senior!!!,,so i was thinking about him!) anyway the speech was so awesome! ..man so so so flattered i was!..

anyway his speech ended and then we were allowed to disperse,when i was going towards the exit and looking here and there i caught Yan’s eye and guess what? he smiled,i did not even say hi or make the first move! he genuinely smiled!!! god! if i am able to make friends with him maybe i can set things up for aki!!

and right now i am really irritated on teddy bear like seriously dude! just stop noticing me! i know you do! i feel the awkwardness!

after the meeting when we were dispersing,Iomhara and me were going down the stairs and i saw Teddy Bear talking with the head girl,they are always talking to each other..don’t tell anyone but i kinda ship them

and i can swear in front of the ministry of magic that i saw his eyes flick towards me and then back to he girl!..its bloddy awkward you know!

so thats pretty much and also the gorrila guy sid on which aura had a crush on..aura got over him! like i am so happy!!

and after sometime that animal got in a relationship with a  girl named Ifa. this sid guy is always irritated,irritated by anything..he can even be irritated if you breathe! i wont be surprised if he is irritated by his own breathing..its kind of funny to see him like that!..me and Iomhara like to irritate him! especially me !

So guys-actually i was planning to write on how my day went but i was practically writing this whole day,not this post but setting  up the account and all and i am pretty slow at things so yeah!..anyway this is pretty much about whats going on in my life right now..i will tell you about my summer vacations in a different posts,but for the time being lets keep it this much!

LaraAngel

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Hunters Life part 5 of The Inevitable

Summary: Y/N has her first hunt and she introduces the boys to an old friend in a bar

Warning: swearing, drinking

word count: ~1950

part one, part two, part three, part four

“So, get this, there are demon signs outside of Bloomington,” I heard Sam say, I had spent the last however-many-hours asleep in the back of the Impala with my head on a pile of sweatshirts-mostly mine- and I woke up under what looked like Dean’s leather jacket, I knew I didn't fall asleep under it so someone must have put in on me while i was sleeping.. I turned over so I was facing the front seat and kept listening to the boys conversation.

“What signs? Is it worth the drive?” Dean asked turning to sam, somehow he never got into wrecks even though he never looked at the road.

“Freak storms, crop circles, blackouts,”  Sam listed.

“So, we going to Bloomington?” I asked as I sat up, scaring the boys.

“Holy shit! How long have you been awake?!” Sam shouted with his shoulders up by his ears, his knee hitting the underside of the dash board, and his hands flying up making me laugh in a very sleepy manner.

“Hey! You're up. Welcome back to the world of the living, sleepyhead,” Dean chuckled from his spot in the driver's seat before continuing, “it sounds like there might be a case so we’ll head there in the morning, there’s a motel coming up and we’ll crash there for a few hours.”

“Sounds like a plan. I have an old friend in Bloomington, I might try to meet up with her while we’re there, if I can find time,” I said as I flopped back down onto the seat. Dean drove for another few hours until he pulled into a parking lot and bought a room.

“Bed! Finally! I’ve missed you, my old friend!” I said, falling onto one of the two beds face down in a star.

“Alright, shove over. We gotta share tonight, I only got one room.” Dean shoved me over and got under his side of the covers, he was passed out in a heartbeat. Sam crashed on the bed next to us and we slept like the dead until the sun came up.

“Time to go, come on Sammy! Rise and shine!” Dean pulled the blankets off of his younger brother, only to be answered with a grunt.

“Sam, you can crash in the back seat so you can keep sleeping,” I crouched next to his bed, slowly pulling on his arm until he was sitting. Thankfully he fell asleep in his clothes and shoes so all we had to do was get him up.

“So, does that mean you’re sitting next to me for the drive?” Dean winked.

“Ok come on, don’t make it pervy.”  I smacked him on the shoulder on my way to the car. I couldn't let him know how much his flirting really affected me. I knew he flirted with everyone and that it meant nothing, but secretly, it still made me happy.

When we got to Bloomington, Indiana Sam and I set up in a coffee shop so go over all of the news reports while Dean went to go get us a couple motel rooms. We went through all of the evidence and decided that it was a crossroads demon cashing in deals before their time.

“Ok, so we need: holy water, spray paint, exorcisms on a loop...anything else?” I started to make a list of all the things we needed to get together.

“That loop thing is a good idea, ummm, we need to get you an anti-possession tattoo soon, but i don't think we have to do it right now, cause this is gonna be the first hunt where you’re actually going to be hunting with us and not just doing research,” he smiled at me knowingly.

“Wait. you guys are gonna let me hunt!” I had been begging for months to be a real part of the adventure, they didn't like that I called it adventure but too bad for them!

“Yeah, Dean finally said yes. This is what you’ve worked for. You feel ready?” I was bouncing in my chair as we packed up all our stuff.

I burst through the motel room door and threw my bag down on the bed and hopped onto the other one where Dean was sleeping, effectively waking him up,

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I chanted, attacking him with a hug, knocking him back onto the bed.

“Uh….for what? Tell me so I can do it again,” he laughed blearily, bringing his arm around my back, pushing us both into a sitting position.

“You said I could hunt! You did say that right?” I pulled away from the embrace, I really didn't want to though, I could see myself snuggled into his chest way into old age.

“I said that you could hunt, if you were careful. And I mean it. You gotta be careful out there.” I could tell he was in full-on lecture mode.

“Ok. ok! I know the drill. I will be very cautious. No heroic moves for me. Promise,” I reassured him.

“Good.” he pulled me back into a hug, a very very tight-almost desperate-hug, like it was the last time he would see me.

_____________

The demon swung her arm and sent the boys flying against the wall of the abandoned warehouse we tracked her to. She had been taking attractive men in their mid-thirties, all from the same bar, so we used Dean as bait and then find him. But she turned out to be much stronger than we thought, and the boys were no match for her powers. Thankfully the empath thing kicked in.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te...cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare...Vade, Santana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis...Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine...quem inferi tremunt...Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!” i shouted, standing behind the demon watching the black smoke billow out from her mouth. As i finished the exorcism her hold on the boys weakened and they were released from their places on the wall. When the demon was gone i rushed over to the boys,

“Are you guys ok? She was a bitch,” I was worried that they were gonna be hurt, she threw them against the wall pretty hard.

“Yeah, we’re ok. Why didn’t she throw you too?” Dean asked pushing himself up with his hands on his knee.

“Maybe it’s the empath thing? Like, Castiel didn't have any power over me so maybe that kinda thing just doesn’t work on me?” i offered sam a hand, he was still on the floor kinda holding his head.

“That’s gonna come in handy, nice exorcism by the way” dean congratulated me on my first hunt with a huge high-five and a big hug.

“Ok boys, let’s make sure you don’t have a concussion and then go celebrate with drinks? My friend Mel told us her favorite bar…”  I said very leadingly as we walked back to the impala. When we got in the car i texted Mel to meet us there in an hour,

We sat around one of the tall bar tables drinking and talking until Mel got there. Once she was settled with a drink we found a pool table and got a game started. The boys didn't know that I had practically grown up in a bar and was actually really good at pool, so of course i decided to see if Mel and i could hustle them.

“You start,” i handed Dean the pool cue so that he could break. “But, i bet you $20 that Mel and i will win….”

“Deal. you girls are gonna regret that,” he took his shot, immediately sinking three striped balls, “ok, you guys work on the solids,”

“Oh, i haven't played this in forever,” i said looking at Mel, and i utterly failed my turn: the ball spun off to the side and i got no points. “Crap, eh, your turn again” it went on like that until the game was over, with us epically failing.

“Ok ok! One more chance! Double or nothing….. Please?” i did the whole puppy dog eye flirt thing with my hand on Dean’s arm so that he wouldn't catch on to the hustle. Once he agreed and set up the balls i pulled out all the stops to beat them, including shamelessly showing off my butt to distract them from my perfect shots.

“Where did you learn how to play like that?” dean asked from behind me as i won, i could tell he was staring at my skinny jean clad ass. And i knew i should have had a problem with that but it was dean- it was the only man i actually wanted to notice my ass.

“Between my dad and my mom’s boyfriends, i spent a lot of time in bars. a nd i got really bored, so i got good at pool and i learned how to pour a beer with barely any head,” i explained while gathering the cash off of them. When we were back at our table the four of us starting talking.

“So how did you guys meet? Did you grow up in Ohio like Y/N?” dean asked.

“No, our parents were friends from high school, so we naturally liked each other.” Mel answered, finishing her drink.

“We’ve known each other since we were little. Man, we’ve had some fun in our time,” i said making Mel snort into her Vodka tonic, telling the boys more about our past than i did.

“What does that reaction mean?” sam asked Mel, he had been paying attention to her since the moment she walked in. i could tell he thought she was hot, and she was: mile-long legs gorgeous blonde hair, practically supermodel type.

“Wouldn't you like to know!” she laughed.

“Oh come on, we should tell them. They would love it! I mean they’re gonna make it all pervy, but that will make funny,” i corrected her.

“We might need a few more drinks before we tell that particular story!” she said as she ordered shots for us.

“I'm very interested now,” dean teased as we pounded shots.

“Ok ok! So one night, she was in town and she crashed at my place, my roommates were out of town that night……” I started.

“and i brought some pot and booze, and we got very drunk, and sad-” she continued

“Cause we were watching sappy romance movies-” i interjected

“Right, yeah. We we were sad and drunk and at the end of Sixteen Candles i leaned in…….”

“And i met her halfway…. And we ended up doing it on my couch-”

“Well… we almost did it on the couch, her roommate walked in and we never actually got to the best part.” by this time our words had started to slur and we were very giggly.

“Well, hot damn.” dean sounded impressed.

“Did you guys ever actually hook up?” sam asked.

“Nah, it would have been a baaadd ideaa…” i slurred.

“Ok, i think it’s time that we all went home, you ladies are a little inebriated,” Sam commented, standing up and handing all of our coats to us before leading us to the Impala. Dean dropped Mel and I off at her apartment and said he would pick me up the next day to we could find another hunt.

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commissions!!!

As you can probably see on your dashes, I’m bringing my commissions info back around again! I’ve gotta try and make another $180 per month for the foreseeable future (so we can keep our apartment) so it’s time for me to start hustling! 

I’m mostly game for the idea of stuff I can churn out FAST. I’m particularly good at chugging out talksprites for example, so if anyone wants them and wants them on the same day or within a day or two, I’m your gal. I’m up for anything you could possibly want though- so you should definitely hit me up!

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GRN Prerelease Notes

WeIt’s been a while since I’ve gone to a prerelease. I think since...BFZ? But with the free Arena sealed voucher and the return to return to Ravnica, Magic’s greatest setting, I schlepped my way to the game store (after swallowing two edibles).  It’s a different store than the one I used to prerelease at. A narrow room is filled with one line of tables and barely enough space on either side of them to walk past. The counter stretches...6 metres? It’s a game store, like many and unlike many others. I showed up 3 minutes late and all the non-Izzet prerelease packs have been taken. Not much of a choice, izzet? God, kill me. I get a promo Firemind’s Insight and a really conflicted Sealed pool. I have three Selesnya rares, a Steam Vents, an Assassin’s Trophy (which I’m going to trade away) and the new 1R growing elemental guy.  I have, like, no playable creatures, and end up reaching for two copies of Muse Drake just to be able to play more than 8 battle dumplings. I built into a grixis fliers/midrange deck, mostly anchored around my copious removal and my UUBB guy.  I always forget how long we’re allowed for deckbuilding at these events. I’m usually a quick deckbuilder, but the drugs kick in and I find myself looking at the same 25 possible includes for a straight 15 minutes. I cut my second copy of the 1UB enchantment and grab basics, and proceed to have a really pleasant conversation with the guy diagonal from me about Legacy Pox. What a beautiful deck! He confessed to running the 1-of granddaddy Pox, as well as 4 Sinkhole, 4 Wasteland, 4 Smallpox, etc. Gotta love a man who plays the 1-of. He said he plays Percy as a finisher though, instead of the Nether Shadow recursion/beats strat - “make a percy, swing three times, you’re dead”, he explains. Sounds interesting! Round one. I’m up against a friendly Asian guy in his late 20s. He’s on BUG, and we have a good back-and-forth, but I take the series 2-1. Nothing really memorable or exceptional here; just some good old fashioned Sealed gameplay. I take game 3 with a reasonably-thrilling combo kill out of nohwere with Wee Dragonauts buffs and 6 points of burn going dome. Really great games, I say, and he agrees. I report the match win to the store owner, who I think gives me a little wink of approval. Who is this strange newcomer, who can win her first game? I imagine he’s saying. She must be a powerful sorceress. Round two. I deckbuilt across from this guy, so I know that he’s on Naya and has a foil Trostani (jealous). He had a bye R1, so I’m nervous, but I pretend I didn’t know this when he explains it to me. “So, you feeling good, then?” I ask, and he replies with something that’s music to my ears: He’s a total scrub! He has no idea how to play Magic, and is “usually the worst guy in the room”. I’m about 5% wary of some kind of hustle, but I don’t think I’m being hustled; this guy is earnest about how bad he is at Magic, so let’s just have some fun games! In game 1, I keep a risky hand with UR mana and two B spells. I never find a Swamp, and Sammy Scrub over here just develops a board and beats me down.  The whole time, he’s table talking nervously about how this is the best it ever goes for him, and this is probably the best he’ll do all day. A turn before I’d die, I say gg and flop the hand, which now has 4 B spells and still no B mana.  ”That explains a lot”, he says. In game 2, I take a dicy mull to 4 looking for lands. I’m sitting on Swamp, new Rupture Spire, Dinrova Horror, Goblin Cratermaker, which is at least an all-stars version of my shitty, shitty deck. I manage to do some nice stack trickery with Cratermaker that fizzles one of his Auras. After clarifying the difference between Auras and Equipment, I take game 2 easily. 

This seems like an apt point to take a moment to take a personal stand: I hate the way he taps his mana. He keeps all his lands in a single pile, behind his library (and therefore more or less underneath his arm from my viewpoint). This game, he did this thing where he’d hold up 3 mana for like 4 turns, and I’d have to keep clarifying that he had mana up, with him even doing things like casting a Worldsoul Colossus with X=2 so he could hold up mana (I Dead Weighted it. 😭Brutal😭). Turns out he was holding onto a Plummet effect; when I slammed the Dinrova Horror, he said “oh, that has flying, right?” and tried to kill it. Damn, sorry dude, but it also has Hexproof... Anyway. The experience of playing against multiple people with really incoherent mana presentation made me resolve to be even better about my own land display. It’s something Magic Arena couldn’t possibly have reminded me about; the messiness and personal flair that goes into the way each player taps, plays, and manipulates their cards, all outside of the game itself.  Game 3 also comes down to some board stall where I blunted his early assault and stabilized with Wee Dragonauts. Once I hit 6 mana I did the 4UR split card spell to search for an instant (the jumpstart draw 2) and a sorcery (the 3bb murder surveil 2). That was my endgame value chain, and he just couldn’t beat it. I played really forgivingly and walked him through my understandings of several combats in a way that I think made him a more equitable opponent to me, and so for that reason I think we had some really captivating fun games. I really liked this guy, and I hope he did well after we fought. We go to turns, so my idea to buy pizza before R3 is tragically dashed on the rocks. I still haven’t eaten (always take pills on an empty stomach, kids), and I’m starting to feel it.

 My opponent this round is a happy looking fat kid, who the entrenched player cracking a box to my left apparently mentored in Magic’s rules. The moment we square up I realize he’s a “Real Opponent” in a way the round 2 guy simply wasn’t; he does the pro player card shuffling tic, announces every trigger, and his cards make the loud SLICK SLICK SLACK of a player who knows exactly which card he’s putting where, and who intends to waste no time doing so.

We both mull to 6. “Ooh, hope you didn’t keep a fast one, or I might need to go to 5″, I tease. He tells me he kept a fast one, I stay on 6, and true to his word, he grizzly bears me into the dust by turn 6. Brutal! I mire in self-abnegation. You IDIOT, I think. He said it was a fast one, I castigate. Oops! This is not the mindset of a champion. I reset quickly for game two. At this point we’re comfortable enough in the dance, two mature players (one a child) with cleanly-laid-out mana and creatures and full understanding of the Stack, and we’re bullshitting and talking Modern while we play. It’s a joyous experience, the best time I’ve had playing paper Magic recently. I take game 2 pretty cleanly when he’s stuck on two lands, and the land clump he hits on turn 5 is too little too late, even though he slams a locket as soon as he can play it. I misplay a little by forgetting some of his announced triggers during combat, and get a 1-for-1 on my Dinrova Horror instead of the 2-for-1 I’d planned on. Oops! I win handily, though.  In game 3 I kept a risky 6 - 5 lands and a two-drop. I draw more lands and just can’t spend gas fast enough to keep up, and he curves me into the dust with his efficient little battle dumplings. RIP, really great games. The thrill of combat and the hot copper taste of blood (I think I bit my cheek accidentally?) fill my veins.  In the pizza meta selection subgame, I walk in the door thinking Potato, but audibled to Feta and Sundried Tomatoes because I heard Boros had good chances against the field. 

I walk back down the street to the LGS. The pizza did what it needed to and has loosened the feelings of self-doubt that come with your first tournament loss of the day. I am a champion. I am a queen. I’m beautiful. I visualize myself going 3-1.  My opponent for the fourth and final round is another teen, but he’s way worse than the cute friendly pro-to-be. He’s really soft-spoken, which wouldn’t be a problem but Putative Pro is the other match on this table and he and I are still occasionally shooting the shit, much to Surly Kid’s annoyance. Sorry, dog! I would normally use your turns to plan strategy or whatever, but he takes such ponderous long turns I feel like I have no choice. He’s moaning that he’s had to mull to 5 5 times already. My heart goes out to the kid, but maybe he should learn to trust in the heart of the cards!~ He’s built a pretty solid GWr aggro deck, lots of lifegain and Mentor effects. Exactly the kind of deck I’m not built to answer! But it turns out that spot removal works okay against mentor if you can keep them from having two guys attack on any given turn. I bleed out before I can stabilize game 1, though.  Game 2 I barely remember also, but I think I had a solid early curve and managed to discard his 1 answer in-hand. Hard to complain about that!

Game 3. Game 3 is scary. We both mull to 5 and have shaky starts. He hits me with early pressure and takes me down to like 5 real early, while I’ve managed to chip him down to like 16. FIVE TURNS, comes the booming announcement. Oh shit, I think. I have to take this. A 3-1 finish is so close, I can taste it. I end up stacking Wee Dragonauts and Electrostatic Wall triggers to find exact lethal on my last of the 5 extra turns. It’s incredibly, viscerally, beautifully satisfying. I feel electric, triumphant, and exultatory. This is my apotheosis. 

I win...three packs! Oops. The kid who beat me in R3 came first (satisfying to only lose to the winner), but because of the byes, someone has a 3-0-1 record, and they get the 6 packs due to second. Still, it’s a delight to place. TRADES:  traded away my Assassin’s Trophy for a K Command, new Niv, some cube cards / foils and some pocket change. 

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Don't let the NBA rapper stereotype fool you, Damian Lillard's album is very good

Trust me on this one.

If you’ve never heard Damian Lillard rap before because you've been skeptical of NBA players in the booth, then you’ve been missing out. Lillard, who goes by Dame D.O.L.L.A. on tracks, is good. Not just good for a basketball player, but just good in general.

The Trail Blazers point guard has had success with the songs too. He dropped the “Bigger than us” music video in 2016 and even has some songs featured on the NBA 2k18 soundtrack .

On top of that, L̶i̶l̶l̶a̶r̶d̶ Dame D.O.L.L.A just dropped his new project “CONFIRMED. I decided to take a listen and break it down track by track.

HERE WE GO:

*Looks at tracklist*

There is a 2 Chainz feature. It’s lit.

Track 1: NO PUNCHES

Beat:

Favorite line: “So many teachers on my journey feel this was my calling. To be examples for present stars and children following. Keep it low, the world ain't gotta know you really balling.”

The intro to an album sets the tone of the whole project, which is a pretty important aspect... just ask Meek Mill.

This is a really good intro song. D.O.L.L.A’s flow is impressive and syncs with this beat really well. You find yourself bopping along to the melody and words instantly. From this intro, you know that D.O.L.L.A is going to give you a lot of lyrical substance and tell you some meaningful things about his life on this album. It reminds me of Lecrae — D.O.L.L.A’s flow lets you know that he will be giving you a message.

Track 2: BOSS LIFE

Beat:

Favorite line: “The value of a dollar quickly change. Still don't do the strip club, but love the finer things. Even when I cop myself a flooded diamond chain. I hate to say I'm different, bruh, but I ain't the same.”

Lillard seems like a pretty humble NBA Player, he doesn’t flex for attention, but that doesn’t mean that he has to act like he doesn’t have money now. On this track, he’s talking about all the newfound things that have come into his life because of his wealth, but he’s not being braggadocios or in your face about it. He’s just telling it how it is.

Nothing in this song sounds like an exaggeration or made up... and that’s incredible.

Track 3: SWITCH SIDES feat Verse Simmonds, Brookfield Deuce.

Beat:

Favorite line: “Y'all loud mouths move in silence. Fake tough, ain't new to violence. East Oakland, immune to sirens. Jet talk, we do it private. “

This is the first song on the album that contains features. The hook is pretty catchy and this song has mad potential to be the new NBA Offseason anthem. Will it be the go-to subtweet song lyrics when a free agent signs with another team? Because that’s all I think about when I listen to this song.

Track 4: Run it up feat Lil Wayne

Beat:

Favorite line: “I'm from where Golden State at but Portland where I lay at I'm the Daddy Mac, Mac Daddy with hoop and rappin' Y'all be on your Kris Kross, uh, hustlin' backwards All this game I'm givin' is prolly gon' be a caption.”

The beat screams banger, but the lyrics aren’t about the standard club shit.... well Wayne’s lyrics are.

D.O.L.L.A's lyrics, on the other hand, reminds us that he could stunt on all of us is he really wanted to.

I’d play it in the whip, not gonna lie.

Track 5: SHOOTA feat. Expensive Melodies

Beat:

Favorite line: Can you pretty please tell me that fragrance? Never name drop, but, baby, I'm famous You hotter than a sauna, girl let my mama, meet your mama, girl

This is the new shoot your shot anthem. It feels like when Meek Mill has that ballad style song in the middle of his usual style.

It’s an interesting move to get someone else to sing the hook even though the hook says “I’m Dame no Dash”. It’s a fire hook don’t get me wrong, it just caught me off-guard to hear someone sing “I’m Dame no Dash” and the person singing it isn’t Dame.

At first, I was like “Yo, Lillard can sing like this?!” and then you do a double take at the tracklist.

Track 6: ANOMALY feat 2 Chainz

Beat: TRUUUUUUU

Favorite line: Reporting live from the blacktop. I've been hustling since Will Smith had a flattop - 2 Chainz

Dame D.O.L.L.A’s ear for beats is pretty damn good. His flow and voice are also pretty versatile and it shows on this beat. It’s rare for someone to have a song with 2 Chainz and not have the show stolen from them. That’s major props to D.O.L.L.A.

This is the perfect beat for a collaboration with 2 Chainz. His flow is so smooth that he just rode the beat and spit that heat.

Now we just need to see Lillard vs 2 Chainz on the court.

2 Chainz a national treasure http://pic.twitter.com/mYQ6szlliK

— Blog Post Malone (@KofieYeboah) May 2, 2017

Track 7: MARSHAWN LYNCH

Beat: You know why I’m here.

Favorite line: What I'm here for Looking in your cabinet for that Hypno Trying to get it popping like some Crisco Speeding cross that bridge off to Frisco It's official

This might be my favorite beat and hook on the anthem. I was looking for a surprise Marshawn cameo but it is what it is. Can there be a remix? Please?

Track 8: TRAP PARTY (FUNERAL)

Beat: Eerie

Favorite line: I stopped by the crib, condolences and my feelings hurt, My partner really ain't coming back, I just buried him in six feet of dirt, And ready to deal with that pain though.

This might be my favorite overall song on the album. The hook, the vibe and the lyrics all come together perfectly and lyrics are heavy. When you lose a friend or a loved one, you reminisce on the good and funny memories with your Day 1 friends while still trying to react and cope with the hurt. This is just one of the many points on the album when D.O.L.L.A is saying that real shit. Those lyrics that stick and resonate with those that have gone through the same thing.

Track 9: 5TH of HENN

Beat:

Favorite line: The girl in the passenger seat, I'm taking her on a safari, I charter the plane on vacation, I lead to a standing ovation, That Henny in rotation

On this song, for some reason, D.O.L.L.A seems more comfortable with switching up the flows. He’s a pretty composed person and you can feel it throughout this album, but this song seems to contain an extra burst of energy. Especially right out of the gates with the first verse. This song isn’t introspective, but rather a fun song to two-step to after some shots. Something to pregame to before hitting the club, you know?

Track 10: ONE & ONLY

Beat: ✈️✈️✈️✈️✈️✈️

Favorite line:

Put your feet on my lap and let me massage that

Girl, I bring you everywhere the squad at (the squad)

It's magic everywhere we makin' contact

Let's focus on us and never get sidetracked

It’s an interesting transition from 5TH of HENN, but it’s not that type of album so it doesn’t matter that much. This song is telling me that Damian Lillard is working on becoming more versatile as a musician. He takes a stab at singing the hook and I had to again do a double take at the tracklist to make sure it wasn’t someone else.

I wasn’t expecting him to sing the hook okay?! With that being said... it’s not bad. I respect the attempt and him expanding his horizons.

Track 11: THE LET DOWN feat Nick Grant & BJ The Chicago Kid

Beat:

Favorite line: Will they love me when I'm slowin' down and missin' game winners?

No longer buyin' flights and all them free steak dinners. Wish me happy birthday if it's over 'cause I'm injured. Is the luxury the only thing I gave 'em to remember?

Throughout this song, D.O.L.L.A is contemplating how his life will look after he’s done playing basketball.

What Lillard is asking us fans is when it’s all said and done, who is going to give a shit? Fame isn’t easy, and going from being in the spotlight to fading away from it is an intense transition that isn’t the same for everyone. You really feel for D.O.L.L.A in the fact that he’s reaching to us as Dame D.O.L.L.A the person and not just a basketball player that entertains the masses like some people sadly only see him as.

I ain’t famous or rich, but I still felt this.

It’s like NAV said. “They gon' leave you when you down, not when you up”

Nick Grant and BJ the Chicago Kid have excellent features on top of a beat that reminds you of your kickball stats on the playground when you were a kid.

Just me? Alrighty then.

Track 12: MEMBERS ONLY

Beat:

Favorite line:

I keep a small circle (I do), family, couple homies

Know these suckers hating so I'm never by my lonely

You know how we rocking, this a testimony

Can never crack the code, better know it's members only

For someone who spends as much time in the spotlight as Lillard does, he stresses the importance of having a few good friends in life. It’s like the anti-Jay Gatsby way, which is a very good thing.

Lillard is very wise, and while he’s telling us about his life, he’s dropping some pretty valuable advice. He’s aware of the toils of fame, and he’s not going to let the side effects of popularity consume and corrupt him.

Track 13: WONDERLAND

Beat:

Favorite line: Cause they jealous bout where they at and what you was blessed with, And the problems steady stacking, life's a game of Tetris So many friends come and go but real ones gon' remain, Cause the kind of love you need only real ones can sustain.

Lyrically this song sounds like a sequel to THE LET DOWN. D.O.L.L.A is questioning who is really here for more than Dame the rich and successful. It’s also a good outro and a good point to end the album on. A good end to a very solid project.

IN CONCLUSION:

Damian Lillard is a part-time rapper. He tours the country as a member of the Portland Trail Blazers. Maybe one day he’ll headline a concert tour in the offseason. I’d cop a ticket.

Yes. He’s that good.

WIth this album, Lillard has evolved from a basketball player that raps to being someone that’s good enough to have a standalone career as a rapper.

After hearing this album you can hear how much he’s evolved since the 2015 video at the beginning of this article.

Yes, there are points where he’s trying out different flows and styles like in ONE & ONLY and Run It Up. You can tell which styles he’s comfortable with and which ones he sounds less comfortable with at the moment. These are nitpicky things because I was asked to think of criticisms for this album and I don’t have any major criticisms.

I look forward to seeing where he goes from here. His music potential is pretty damn high and you have to figure out your strengths and weaknesses through trial and error like most rappers do before they get super big in the industry.

Damian Lillard is evolving his style and improving his craft. Overall, the jump that D.O.L.L.A has made from The Letter O is enough to convince you that the sky is the limit for how good D.O.L.L.A can get.

For a lot of athletes that dabble in music, it’s just a hobby for them. For Lillard, it could be another career.

He’s that good.

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GO ON A DATE WITH SWEET PEA. 

TAGGED BY:  stole it from the lovely @perfectioncursed ! TAGGING:  @chaosblossomed / @southsidelover / @goodnessfilled / @bridgcsburncd / @invigilandi

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— 8 people i’d like to know better !!

(  repost, don’t reblog. )

ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ):  chace ! TWO ( BIRTHDAY ):  may 2nd ! THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ):  taurus ! FOUR ( HEIGHT ):  5′6 ! FIVE ( HOBBIES ):  writing,  reading,  jogging,  binge-watching netflix,  babysitting ! SIX ( FAVORITE COLOR(S) ):  blue,  black,  green ! SEVEN ( FAVORITE BOOKS ): once we were liars, or the lord of the rings trilogy ! EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO: ):  sun shy by dresses ! NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ): heathers, actually ! TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ):  there was just something about sweet pea that really fascinated me; I guess I could relate to a lot of what I saw in him. mostly I take inspiration for him from music, or rewatching scenes of his ( scenes from season two in particular ), and I love writing meta about the backstory I’ve built for him. ELEVEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ):  sweet pea, who’s a southside serpent ?

tagged by: @deadgrl  tagging: @teenhrror,  @hawkeyedinc,  @rxvenhairedprincess,  @canaress,  @geneticpawn,  @mediuming  and uhhhh whoever else wants to !

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THREE ARCHETYPES

42% CAREGIVER

friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the caregiver finds their reward in helping others. no one could ask for a better best friend.

32% REBEL

the rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind — and bucking the system — if that means getting their point across.

26% ATHLETE

the athlete's focus and drive are unparalleled. staying healthy and being fit are paramount to them ( as for winning, that doesn't hurt, either ).

TAGGED BY: let’s say @farmierazed ! TAGGING: @invigilandi / @bridgcsburncd / @deadgrl / @chaosblossomed / @southsidelover / @yourpaljughead / @perfectioncursed / @vindictar  !!

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honey  &  lemon  or  milk  &  sugar  //   musicals or  plays    //   lemonade  or iced  tea  //   strawberries or  raspberries   //   winter  or   summer  //   beaches or  forests  //  diners  or cafés   //  unicorns  or  dragons  //   gemstones or  crystals   //   hummingbirds or  owls  //   fireworks  or  sparklers  //   brunch  or  happy  hour  //    sweet  or  sour   //   rome  or amsterdam    //   classic  or modern  art  //   sushi  or ramen   //   sun  or moon    //   polka  dots  or  stripes    //    macaroons or croissants    //   glitter or matte   //   degas  or seurat   //   aquariums  or planetariums   //  road  trip or camping  trip   //   colouring  books or  watercolour   //   fairy  lights  or  candles.

TAGGED BY: the lovely @fatalonica !! TAGGING: @invigilia / @invigilandi ( you know you want to ) / whoever else wants to !

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻 repost,  don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.  finn wei zhang. MEANING. finn : ‘ fair ‘. wei : ‘ power ‘. NICKNAME.  sweet pea. sweets. pea. GENDER.  cis-male. HEIGHT.  6′3″ / 191 cm. AGE.  18.  ZODIAC.  scorpio. SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  english. mandarin. some spanish. 

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.  black. EYE COLOR.  brown. SKIN TONE.  fair. BODY TYPE.  athletic. muscular. ACCENT.  american. VOICE.  deep. DOMINANT HAND.  left. POSTURE.  confident. intimidating, when necessary. SCARS.  scarred knuckles, from fights. long scar down his left side from a stab wound on riot night.  TATTOOS.  serpent tattoo on his neck. two arrows on the thumb of his right hand. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  glare. smile. height.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.  riverdale, new york. HOMETOWN.  riverdale, new york. BIRTH WEIGHT.  average. BIRTH HEIGHT.  average. MANNER OF BIRTH.  natural. FIRST WORDS.  “ mama ”.  SIBLINGS.  ryan zhang  ( older brother ). tamara zhang  ( younger adoptive sister ).  ellie zhang ( younger sister ). PARENTS.  sean murphy ( deceased ) and cassie zhang. PARENT INVOLVEMENT.  father died when he was seven. mother is extremely nurturing, loving, but often absent due to her working hours.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.  mechanic  ( apprentice ). waiter. construction  ( during the summer ). CURRENT RESIDENCE.  “ tent city “, southside, riverdale. CLOSE FRIENDS.  fangs fogarty. toni topaz. joaquin desantos ( deceased ). jughead jones.  RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  single. FINANCIAL STATUS.  low income, working class. DRIVER’S LICENSE.  yes. CRIMINAL RECORD.  yes. minor infractions, no felonies.  VICES.  cigarettes. alcohol. sex. 

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.  bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.  biromantic. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.  submissive       |         dominant       |       switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.  submissive       |       dominant       |       switch LIBIDO.  average — high. TURN ON’S.  empathy.  kindness.  confidence.  perseverance.  intelligence.  compassion. TURN OFF’S.  aloofness.  egotism / arrogance.  ignorance. LOVE LANGUAGE.  quality time. physical touch. words of affirmation. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  passionate.  devoted.  can be insecure perhaps too often.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.  bury me face down by grandson.  dna by kendrick lamar.   HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.  working out. fixing cars. spending time with his friends / siblings. MENTAL ILLNESSES.  undiagnosed post-traumatic stress disorder. intermittent explosive disorder ( diagnosed --- takes regular medication ).  PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.  none. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.  right. PHOBIAS.  abandonment.  asphyxiation.   SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.  generally high, though he’s prone to moments of debilitating insecurity.  VULNERABILITIES.  his temper. 

TAGGED BY: the lovely @chaosblossomed ! TAGGING: @invigilia / @invigilandi ( for whoever ). @chandlrs. @lovetrgdy. @empathicstars. @bridgcsburncd ( for one of the ladies maybe? )

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headcanons.

basics

name  :  finn wei zhang

nickname  :  sweet pea, sweets, pea  

age  :  18

species  :  human     (   verse dependent   )

personal

morality  :  chaotic good

religion  :  raised catholic  /  agnostic 

sins  :  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath

virtues  :  chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility  /  kindness  /  patience  /  justice.

known languages  : english, mandarin chinese, spanish

physical

build  :  scrawny  /  bony  /  slender  /  fit  /  athletic  / curvy  /  herculean  /  pudgy  /  average

height  :  6 ′ 3 ″

scars  /  birthmarks  :  various small scars from childhood  /  life, long scar on his right side from a knife wound; serpent tattoo on his neck, two arrows on his thumb, two birds on his shoulder blade on his left side, semicolon tattoo behind his left ear, two snakes (  one black, one white  ) on the inside of his right forearm  (  verse dependent  )

abilities  /  powers  :  great in a fight, excellent at learning languages by ear

restrictions  :  morals + laws  (   sometimes   )

favourites

food  :   pop’s burgers, apples, baozi, cheese

pizza topping  :  mushrooms, anything you’d find on a meatlovers pizza

colour  :  green, black

music genre  :  classic rock

movie genre  :  action, comedy, rom-com

curse word  :  motherfucker, fuck, shit

scents  :  vanilla, motor oil, woodsmoke, leather

fun stuff  

bottom or top  :  top, for sure

sings in the shower  :  yeah, but he won’t admit it

likes puns  :  only if they’re good

tagged by :  @bridgcsburncd   ! tagging :  @dangeress / @dcficit / @rxvenhairedprincess / @geneticpawn / @gemstonecobra / @mysterynerd

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BOLD THE STATEMENTS THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE; ITALICIZE THEIR ASPIRATIONS.

AIR. I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE. I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls • I play an organized sport • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season • I love dogs • My radio is always playing

WATER. I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I go to sleep past midnight most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors not words

EARTH.  I wear glasses • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian or vegan • I have an excellent sense of time • My humor is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER. I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally

TAGGED BY:  gonna say @mysterynerd !! TAGGING: @invigilia & @invigilandi ( for whoever you want ) / @bridgcsburncd ( for whoever you want ) / @yourpaljughead / @companionperfected / @chaosblossomed / @southsidelover

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RULES : TAG FOLLOWERS YOU WANT TO KNOW BETTER !

TAGGED  BY  :     the lovely @fnalred ! TAGGING  :     whoever hasn’t done this yet  !

NAME  :   chace.   STAR  SIGN  :     taurus.   HEIGHT  :     5′6″.   WHAT’S  YOUR  MIDDLE  NAME?  :     marie. PUT  YOUR  SPOTIFY  ON  SHUFFLE.     WHAT  ARE  THE  FIRST  6  SONGS  THAT  POPPED  UP?  :      brother  ;  gerard way.   criminals  ;  the tallest man on earth.   come join the murder  ;  the white buffalo.   melody hill  ;  the archies,   fortunate son  ;  lyle workman.   sick boy  ;  the chainsmokers. EVER  HAD  A  POEM  OF  SONG  WRITTEN  ABOUT  YOU?  :      a poem, once.   WHEN  WAS  THE  LAST  TIME  YOU  PLAYED  AIR  GUITAR?  :      probably the last time I was at a party, so... a while ago.   WHO  IS  YOUR  CELEBRITY  CRUSH?  :      it changes every week !  right now it’s alisha wainwright, constance wu and jordan connor.   WHAT’S  A  SOUND  YOU  HATE  /  SOUND  YOU  LOVE?  :      hate  ;  doors slamming.   love  ;  heavy  rain.   DO  YOU  BELIEVE  IN  GHOSTS?  :      absolutely.   HOW  ABOUT  ALIENS?  :      us being alone in the universe is just not realistic.   DO  YOU  DRIVE?  :      definitely not.   IF  SO,  HAVE  YOU  EVER  CRASHED?  :      never a car but I’ve come off my skateboard a fair few times.   WHAT  WAS  THE  LAST  BOOK  YOU  READ?  :      the  last  book  i  finished  was  city of lies by lian tanner  ;  currently  reading  the percy jackson books again, for nostalgia purposes.   DO  YOU  LIKE  THE  SMELL  OF  GASOLINE?  :     when it’s not too strong.   WHAT  WAS  THE  LAST  MOVIE  YOU  SAW?  :     shazam !   WHAT  WAS  THE  WORST  INJURY  YOU’VE  EVER  HAD?  :     broken jaw. ouch.   DO  YOU  HAVE  ANY  OBSESSIONS  RIGHT  NOW?  :     oh, I’m back into greek mythology in a big way right now.   DO  YOU  TEND  TO  HOLD  GRUDGES  AGAINST  PEOPLE  WHO  HAVE  DONE  YOU  WRONG?  :    not usually. I really don’t have the energy to spare on holding onto negativity like that.   IN  A  RELATIONSHIP  :    sure am, with the loml @goodnessfilled.