#(eg the “i have no plans to die today” / “none do.”)

[magnusmodig]

ovo whispers menacingly abt his grandstanding .

[writingbywatson]

Mine (Sukuna and F!Reader)

Summary: Sukuna never believed in reincarnations but maybe he needs to change that Warnings and Notes: Reincarnation AU, goreish theme, languang, violence (this is Sukuna were talking about). A/N: I don't even know why I wrote this, I don't even like Sukuna with that being said, yeah excuse grammars and spelling errors.

“Who would have thought that I’ll get to see you again,” Sukuna stated in a mocking tone, he squatted down to your level observing how your chest rose and fell. “Huh, you're smart aren’t you?” he mocked, grabbing both sides of your face forcefully. “You knew you wouldn’t survive my attack and you decided to pause your entire being moments before my attack,” he laughed after that. “You are still irritating just like back then, L/N.”

He first saw you back in the old times of Japan, you were picking flowers and with that action alone he found you irritating. “You're a sorcerer aren’t you?” Sukuna asked, appearing in front of you, your eyes widened for a second most probably due to surprise rather than fear, which was odd he didn’t smell fear coming from you. “I am but you don’t need to worry, my ability doesn’t allow me to kill,” she answered and went back to picking her flowers. There was a growing irritation inside Sukuna, ‘what kind of human was this ignorant?’ he wondered. He watched as she kneeled down and continued with what she was doing. “Oi,” he called out.

“Yes?” she answered and looked back at him, a sharp wind gust passed her.

“Oh you dodge that?” Sukuna mused in amusement.

A cut that was horizontally placed on her left cheek appeared, “that would have decapitated my head,” she answered with a laugh.

The irritation only grew, “I could do that right now you know.”

She smiled and Sukuna could only describe that smile as a peaceful smile. “You can’t,” she answered, clutching the flowers to her chest, with her free hand she dusted her dress. “Because today isn’t the day that I die,” she declared.

“Huh?” Sukuna mused.

She smiled again and bowed, “thank you for allowing me to pick flowers,” she replied with a bow. She stood up and turned her back towards him.

That wasn’t the last time that they saw each other.

The second time he saw her, she was kneeling down picking up flowers again and she was humming, it has been a few days after their first meeting.

“Do you really want to die?” he asked as he stood behind her.

“Today isn’t the day that I die Sukuna-san,” she answered humming.

“Oh how do you know that?” he asked.

She looked at him and smiled, “I just know.”

Sukuna raised his hand and two sharp gusts of wind passed by her side, she dodged again and Sukuna couldn’t help but to wonder what kind of ability she had. It was a rare occurrence that someone can dodge his attacks and very rarely does this happen twice. “Oh no, the flowers,” she mumbled. “You have no fear of death don’t you?” he asked, not even masking how pissed and annoyed he was. “I’m not scared of death, everyone goes there eventually well…” she looked back at him, “not everyone,” she added smiling. She stood up again, “I’ll be taking my leave now,” she bowed and turned her back on him. She hummed as she walked away.

The third time she visited, Sukuna decided to observe from afar. “How is it that a pesky little human like you is able to dodge my attacks?” he wondered out loud. Humans annoy him, they pretend to be the most superior out of every creature in the world, what annoys him more are humans that pretend to be brave at the face of death but their you were, ‘I’m not scared of death, everyone goes there eventually’ your words were on repeat on his mind. He could smell it, you weren’t scared of him and your words were true, to him it felt like you accepted death a long time ago. “An anomaly among humans,” he mumbled as he looked at your form standing up. He wondered if playing with you would be worthwhile.

“Oh, hello Sukuna-san,” she greeted him, her back facing his as she tended to the flowers.

“How did you know?” he asked, sounding annoyed.

She chuckled, “I have gotten used to your presence,” she answered. “No other aura screams murder anyway,” she continued with a laugh.

“What’s your ability?” he asked, ignoring her cheerful banter. “No one should be able to dodge my attacks the way you do.”

“Does that anger you?” she asked back.

“What do you think?” he asked back.

She stood up and smiled at him, “I think it does anger you,” she laughed. “Sadly, I cannot reveal my abilities because if I do, I know you're going to find a weakness and that won’t be too good considering I like the flowers here,” she continued.

“I want to kill you,” Sukuna answered.

She laughed, “I know you do.”

He glared at her but she didn’t seem scared. “Oh, you weren’t here the last time that I visited, were you busy?” she asked.

“You have the nerve to act friendly,” Sukuna spat out. “You annoy me, I want to kill you so badly.”

She laughed again, “am I high in your kill list? What an honor,” she commented.

Her smile was annoying, everything about this woman was annoying.

“But, don’t worry you won’t be able to kill me today because today isn’t the day that I die.”

‘Because today isn’t the day that I die,’ it wasn’t the first time that Sukuna has heard those words from her and he couldn’t help but to wonder, why she can say those words so surely. Today, he watched again from a distance, her face was at peace, a peace that one could only find in a cold corpse. “Uraume,” he called out and his monk companion showed up behind him. He noticed how his companion immediately noticed you, “shall I kill her?” he asked.

“No, find out who she is and what her ability is,” Sukuna instructed.

“Wouldn't it be easier to just kill her?” Uraume asked.

“Did you hear what I just said?” Those words alone would make any demon and human tremble.

“I apologize, I shall see what I can do,” Uraume answered with a bow and just as quickly as he came, he disappeared.

“Your friend came to visit,” she greeted him when she approached her. “It’s not very nice to send demons on people,” she added.

“Your death is scheduled in two weeks,” Sukuna stated. “So you're just a pathetic human who's making the best out of your limited time,” he added. “Pathetic.” He was irritated, Uraume didn't even told him what her ability was.

She laughed, “for a creature like you it might be but to me it's the greatest time to be alive. I can experience things that I couldn’t in the past.”

“Huh, then why are you wasting your time picking flowers?” Sukuna asked.

“I like flowers,” she answered. “And before I die I want to see what Sukuna-san is.”

“Pathetic human,” he spat out and turned around walking away. He stopped in his tracks and looked back at her, “I’m not going to waste time on you anymore,” he declared and continued walking away.

“I have additional information about the human,” Uraume stated, appearing behind Sukuna with a slight bow. “I’m not interested anymore,” Sukuna waved the younger looking demon away. “Her name is l/n f/n, the reason for execution is because she killed her entire clan,” Uraume proceeded, not minding the four limbed demon. Sukuna caught himself blinking after he heard. “Are you sure?” he asked remembering how she looked like a stupid human contented with picking up flowers for her counted days. “Yes, I heard she turned herself in as well,” Uraume answered.

Sukuna couldn’t help but to laugh out loud, he couldn’t believe that a mere human managed to hide their killing intent away from him. “Well, isn’t that interesting,” he mused after laughing. And all this time he thought that she was a stupid little girl. “You may leave,” he instructed. Uraume nodded but before leaving he said, “please be careful, I do not like whatever that girl has going on.”

After knowing what happened, Sukuna went to see her again, this time the amused smile on his face is very visible. “You little bitch,” he greeted. “So you have dirt on you, huh?” he asked. She looked at him for a second and a flash of realization came to her face, “so you find out…” she mumbled and went back to her flower picking. “It’s amusing really, someone like you able to kill an entire clan,” he egged. “What was the reason? huh? “ he continued. “Did you just wake up one day and decided to kill them? A revenge plan? A disagreement? Come on, tell me, you finally become amusing.”

She stood up slowly and looked at him, her eyes showed a hint of annoyance, “it was none of those,” she answered. “I…”she looked down, “...no, you won’t understand,” she continued shaking her head.

“Come on, tell me y/n, we’re both murders at this point,” he mocked.

“We are however our difference is that you kill for fun and I kill for a purpose,” she countered. “Huh?” Sukuna mused, “So are you saying you're the hero of this story?” he asked. “No, I’m saying that, I’m not like you,” she answered.

The gust of wind was sharp but it never touched her. “You are annoying,” Sukuna commented. “You and your ideals, maybe I should just kill you here.” “No, you won’t be able to because today is not the day that I die.”

Four days, that was the longest time that Sukuna didn’t see her. Sukuna didn’t mind, he found her annoying anyway. When the sun was about to set, she did arrive but there was a bruise on her left cheek. He raised a brow when he noticed it, a slap, that’s what it was and yet he wondered how someone who is able to dodge his attacks refused to dodge a simple slap.

“I will be quick with the flower picking today, the sun is about to set,” she stated kneeling down.

“Did you kill the person who slapped you?” he asked.

“No,” she answered instantly. “I don’t kill just because I can,” she continued, not meeting his gaze.

“So it was a human,” Sukuna concluded. “Probably not a sorcerer huh,” he continued.

“The general of the a- no, forget it. I feel an ominous aura,” she answered.

“Ominous? Do you think I’ll kill a bug for you?” he asked.

She looked up to him, “I don’t know and that’s what scares me the most.”

Sukuna didn’t exactly plan to kill that day, no-no, he just happened to pass by some humans but after the humans attacked him, he couldn’t resist the urge to commit murder. He was familiar with human custom and once he saw the seal that this man was carrying, he became intrigued.

“Ah, so you're the man who slapped her,” he mused, squatting down and the man in front of him couldn’t help but to cower in fear. “You look pretty ordinary, are you a sorcerer?”

“N-No!” he stuttered. “P-Please don’t k-k-kill me! I’ll g-g-give you anything!” he begged.

“Well, that’s pathetic,” Sukuna commented as he stood up, “I thought you would stand your ground, guess not,” Sukuna shrugged. “No wonder you choose to hit someone smaller than you, much less a female,” he continued. “Oh well, what’s another human’s death?”

No one should harm her, only I'm allowed to do that.

There was a growing feeling inside Sukuna, truth be told he got pissed when he saw her bruise and there was this feeling of wanting to see her cower in fear at the sight of him. The thought of being able to be the reason why she wouldn’t be able to sleep at night because she fears that she would be next gave Sukuna a thrill. He couldn’t remove one thought as well, the thought of using her in every possible way. “Ah,” he realized as he stopped tossing the head of one of the soldiers. “I want her.”

“Did you do it?” She asked him looking at him, the emotions on her eyes he can’t quite point out what they wanted to convey. Truth be told, Sukuna wasn’t listening but rather he was looking at her wondering, “if I say I did, what would you do?” he asked in a monotone voice. “Are you going to ask if I did it for you?” he continued.

He scuffed, “let me guess, you’ll be happy if you say no because that means your hands are dirty but if I say I did it for you, what will you do?”

“I-”

“I don’t even know why you're asking me this when I have important matters to attend too,” he saw the spark of curiosity in her orbs. “And that matter is whether or not making you my slave while you are alive or dead would matter?”

“Ah! There you are y/n,” he called out in the middle of the courtyard, hundreds- no, thousands of bodies lying there motionless. It was raining that day and the rain water washing away the blood towards the lowest part of town would make it look like a river of blood. He saw her expression, it wasn’t peaceful and he couldn’t quite pinpoint out what it was. “What’s the meaning of this?” she asked.

“I’m solving your problem, tomorrow is your execution day, right? And the day that you die is tomorrow, now… that won’t happen anymore because I killed everyone.”

“Why would you do this?” She asked.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you and I want to be the reason why you die, not some pesky little humans,” Sukuna answered, walking towards her, he stopped in front of her and grabbed both sides of her cheeks forcefully with one hand. “I want to use you in every possible way, my plan was to originally kill you and bring you back to life as a demon like me but that won’t be fun won’t it? Because I know, you’ll lose all your memories if I do, so I let you live until I get tired of playing with you.”

“What if I say no?” She asked and even up to this point there wasn’t any fear on her.

“I’ll just drag you with me,” the demon answered with a smile as he squeezed her cheeks tighter. He wondered what would happen if he squeezed harder, would her head cave in? She slowly placed her hands on top of his, they were shaking and he wondered, was it because of fear?

She slowly pushed herself away from him, he tried to grab onto her tighter but to no avail, he was losing his strength, she freed herself from him and took a few steps back to catch her breath. No, he didn’t lose his strength. “Y-YOU! WHAT DID YOU DO?!” He screamed.

“I stopped you from moving,” she answered looking at him.

“That’s not possible!” He snarled at her.

“To me it is, afterall, I can control time,” she replied. “Everything leading up to this moment, I have foreseen when I placed my ability on my brain and eyes, I was able to dodge your attacks because I knew you would do them,” she explained.

Suddenly, humans wearing both black and white appeared on the scene. He knew what they were, they were sorceresses and judging by the aura of the courtyard they were powerful once.”You planned this,” he realized.

“I approached you because I wanted to take a glimpse of who you are hoping that somehow you can change,” she stated. “But you are too far gone,” she continued.

He laughed, “so you aren’t going to die tomorrow?”

“No, I am still to be executed but today isn’t the day that I die.”

He felt tremendous anger inside of him. “Then why help them?! What’s the point?! If you come with me, you can live!”

“Because I want a world where humans don’t fear, and you are that fear.”

She turned around, “it was nice knowing you Sukuna-san, I hope when we meet again, we are on the same side.”

The moment that he laid his eyes on her during the introduction, Sukuna was surprised by how similar they are. But he didn’t think much of it, humans are bound to look like another human at sometime. But when they were attacked by another demon and she was able to subdue it, his host asked what kind of ability it was. She smiled at him and said “I can control time!”. That was the moment that he took over and he was surprised because normally he wouldn’t be able to do it, but what was it that allowed this to happen? Anger? Revenge? Lust? Obsession? When he managed to end the demon in front of him, he realized what it was, and it was all of that.

“Oh! Itadori-kun, I didn’t know you were this strong,” she commented.

He couldn’t help but to chuckle, “don’t think it was that human who did this,” he replied as he spawn around. “Long time no see, y/n.”

“W-Who are you?”

Sukuna didn’t believe in reincarnations but judging by how she looks exactly like her and her ability although it was weaker compared to the past, he thought that maybe he should change that idea. He scuffed squeezing her face harder, “I could still kill you right now, I just have to wait for this stupid ability of yours to stop working. But where’s the fun in that?” He laughed. “I’ll make sure you’re mine in this lifetime, y/n, I’ll make you fall into your knees and beg me to just kill you.”

[xhanisai]

Only idiots try to woo those who are already in love with them

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Summary: "So...Marinette Dupain-Cheng Noir, huh?"

Oooh, Adrien wasn't going to let her get away with that so easily. His lady seems to have a crush on him, Chat Noir him! And there's no way in hell he's going to let that go. However, he has a plan and he refuses to go off tangent.

"Personally, I think Marinette Agreste has a nicer ring to it, don't you think?"

~(x)~ . . . Doki Doki... Doki Doki... Whack! Ladybug let out a silent whimper and then rubbed the sore spot below her collarbones after smacking it so hard. She mumbled out silent curses in Mandarin, words that her mother would skin her alive for if she ever uttered them out loud in her presence and willed for the blood rushing to her cheeks to stop. This was the umpteenth time now and it was starting to drive her teeth towards the edge. The heroine scowled at her partner like a child would at a jar of cookies that was placed in a shelf far too high for them to reach. Not that Chat Noir was unreachable. Hell! If she wanted to, she could jump at him right now and permanently glue their lips together. The boy would swoon with indescribable joy! Shaking her head, Ladybug exhaled through her nose sharply as if to scold her brain for concocting up the millionth...LadyNoir...fantasy. The teen directed her attention back at the catboy who was busy consoling their latest akuma victim. The victim was a little girl, no older than four, maybe five. She was giggling at the funny faces that Chat pulled to cheer her up, clapping her hands with a cute blush as the boy followed suit. He was really kind and sweet...especially with the little ones... Chat Noir would make such a loving father in the future. No doubt about it. And perhaps... A loving husband- Ladybug's brain abruptly shut down on the spot and her legs immediately turned to jelly, causing her to trip over the roof tiles and fall off the building with as much beauty and grace a headless chicken would have. The befuddled girl awaited her fate as a soon to be splat on the pavement, too disorientated to even use her damn yoyo- "My Lady!" 

Oh. Forget about being a red and black polka dotted splat on the dirt crusted grimey floor. She's going to be a puddle of goop at this rate. Holding her bridal style, was none other than her one and only Chaton. Suddenly, Ladybug was hypersensitive to every sound, smell and touch. The way his strong, well toned arms flexed under her thighs and waist, transferring a delicious warmth through her body like skin on skin contact... The way his broad chest loomed over her entire being like a thick, fluffy blanket on a cold winter's night... The way the crisp scent of the outside lingered on him like a breath of fresh air, sending welcomed shivers down her spine... Ladybug felt herself heat up from head to toe much to her dismay and she wouldn't be surprised if her face mirrored a tomato right now. He's too close. Way too close. "Heh, I guess angels really do fall from the sky, hmm?" His voice came out as a dark, gravelly purr, causing the poor heroine's heart to go haywire and slam against her ribcage like a gymnast on twenty espresso shots. Why did he have to say it like that!? Not to mention the way his green eyes glinted under his long lashes in such an illegal way! Absolutely unfair! "Eh-erm-ugh- HMPH!" The word soup that spilled out of her lips as a response was the final nail to the coffin, forcing Ladybug to jump out of the confused boy's arms like his namesake. Her hands flailed around in odd gestures as Ladybug carried on trying to speak, only to fail with more stutters and awkward, fake laughs. Dammit. She's fallen for him. And she's fallen for him hard! When did this happen? How did this happen? Why did this happen? Ridiculously unfair. What's with her and stupidly kind blonde boys with sinfully, beautiful green eyes!? "AHAHA- I think I've left my pet crocodile unattended- Eek! Gottagobyehotstuff-" With a speed that could rival a racecar, Ladybug swung away without letting a bewildered Chat Noir utter as much as a word, screaming into the distance: "I can't believe it's happening aga-aaaaaaaaaaaa..."

Noir stood still, gaping on the spot before bringing out his inner model and quickly composed himself, clutching his chin as a deep red blush barely peeked under his mask. One hand grasped his arm whilst the other cradled his chin as he bit down on a finger to see whether or not he was dreaming. The sharp pain that ricocheted through the digit when his sharpened fang pierced the flesh snapped him back into reality and Chat Noir was left muttering in awe. The awe then turned into a chuckle of endearment and a beautiful smile full of love took over as he shook his head and then faced the direction that his Lady vaulted off to. "Dammit Marinette...only you would give your identity away like that," His words came out as a soft whisper, unheard by anyone else. Relief lightened his shoulders of its burden from the months of dilemmas between loving two girls, only to find out they were one and the same. The relief was soon replaced with confusion and a touch of misery when he realised that she was treating him the way she treated his alter ego. Like he's some sort of cold king who would bite off her head. 'Not that I would mind biting if she's into that- BUT ANYWAYS.' Chat Noir brushed off his not-so-innocent thoughts and his trademark optimism shined through when he concluded that he will do anything to make his Lady feel good around him. Now, what to do of the supposed 'other boy' she likes... "I'm going to die fighting for her even if it's the last thing I do. Couffaine? Kurtzberg? I don't know which one of you is the other boy but no matter what, I'm marrying her..." ~(x)~ "Wanna tell me why you're starting to doodle that in the corner of your books now~?" A gleeful Alya held away the book from Dupain-Cheng as she nosely flickered through the pages with a smile wider than a Cheshire cat. Her free hand was preoccupied in pushing the flustered Asian's face away as she attempted to snatch her notebook back, whines and protests falling on deaf ears as the rest of the class made way out of the room to go home. Just another day to them all, much to their amusement. "Speak any louder and you lose your macaron privileges, Alya!" Mari reached for the book once more in a giant pounce, only for Césaire to duck and the former to end up in a pile of limbs against the wall. An adorable pout rested on her lips and her eyebrows furrowed when Alya's giggles turned into fully blown out laughter. "Don't worry Marinette, never have I told your secrets to anyone else, right?" The brunette's lips soon zipped shut guiltily as Marinette gestured her eyes towards Nino who helped her up along with Adrien. "That was one time girl~" Marinette's pout only deepened despite Adrien's chuckles. "I think that's enough teasing our class president for today, Alya," The blonde dusted off (the now blushing) Marinette, skimming his eyes down her body quickly to make sure she wasn't hurt. His Lady could be a tad bit too energetic sometimes. "What could possibly be written in there that provoked Mari into jumping on you like that?" He delivered a cheeky smirk, eating up the way Marinette gawked at him in betrayal and the way Alya's glasses glinted mischievously. "Why you! It's a secret! No one needs to know and certainly not you!" The raven haired teen scoffed, flipping her hair before gesturing to Alya for her notebook back. Her cheeks were turning rosier and rosier and Adrien was dying with curiousity to know what mystery laid in that book. "Oh? Now I really want to know," This time Nino snickered at Adrien's response, fully used to the boy's deviousness and curiousity that could rival a cat. A side of the usually sweet, reserved boy that was kept hidden. "S-So what? No one's allowed to know and Alya will sensibly hand me back my notebook. So hah!" "I don't know, it looks like she's more willing to hand it to me..." "That's because you're egging her on!" "Am I now?" "You can be so infuriating, Agreste." "Ouch. You wound me, Cupcake~"  Adrien flawlessly delivered a well timed wink, relishing the way that Marinette was left in a flustered stupor before speeding towards Alya and grabbing the notebook with the heroine in disguise hot at his heels. He jumped over a few desks, dodged the benches with practised agility yet it was nearly impossible to shake Marinette off his tail. Though, his wide grin that could counter his alter ego's never left his face. "Adrien! Give it back! Don't be such a brat- OOF!" Marinette found herself glomped by both Alya and Nino, the duo holding her down in a tight hug whilst the petite girl was left complaining and mustering all her strength to lift them both off of her. Turns out that all the parkour and part time hero-ing the boyfriend and girlfriend did occasionally gave them an advantage of extra vitality in their civilian sides. So, Marinette resorted to begging. "Adrien ple-eeeeeeease..." Her eyes shimmered like they belonged to a puppy, causing Adrien to falter on his steps and almost choke on his saliva. 'That's not fair, Princesse. You're too fucking cute and I won't be able to handle it any longer and the next thing you know, I'll be pushing you against the wall and kissing you like no tomorrow-' Blinking back out of his thoughts, Adrien cleared his throat and looked away dramatically to avoid the sparkling baby blues. "Open it dude! Quick before Marinette pushes us off! I can feel ourselves slipping!" Nino groaned out, completely put off guard by Marinette's sudden determined strength and he and Alya scrambled to keep her held down. The green eyed boy didn't hesitate and ignored the defeated "Nooooo..." Marinette let out. . A beat went past. Sweat accumulated on Marinette's forehead as Adrien's face went through a variety of motions whilst he skimmed through the book. First his eyebrows were raised and his lips parted in bafflement. Then he squinted his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Next, his face became unreadable and his lips were pursed.   The only thing Marinette could hear was her heart pounding and the blood rushing through her face and ears. She so was going to kill Alya once she's snapped out of her embarrassment. "So...Marinette Dupain-Cheng Noir, huh?" Adrien rested the tip of the book against his lips as he raised a brow, sighing as Marinette stumbled through a couple of excuses. The girl in question shot up, victoriously pushing her friends off her and immediately snatched the book away, hugging it against her chest with a tight lipped smile. "I'm just testing my calligraphy skills! Nothing more!" Oooh, Adrien wasn't going to let her get away with that so easily. His lady seems to have a crush on him, Chat Noir him! And there's no way in hell he's going to let that go. However, he has a plan and he refuses to go off tangent. "And the hearts? The doodles of you and Chat Noir holding hands? The names of your three future babies with him? Doesn't seem like calligraphy to me." The annoyed frown he purposely slipped out caused his three friends to let out silent gasps, taken aback by his serious expression. Was he...jealous? "A-Adrien...?" Marinette gulped as the boy was abruptly by her side, face lowered so that his cheek brushed hers. The girl couldn't help but enjoy the sensation of his soft, silky lips against the shell of her ear and almost jumped when he spoke again. "Personally, I think Marinette Agreste has a nicer ring to it, don't you think?" His words were nothing but a low whisper, a husky tone that sounded so scandalous and drove Marinette's hormones to the extreme, evident in the way her knees almost buckled beneath her. Totally unfair! How the heck was she supposed to react!? Adrien pulled away, frown still in place and then squeezed Mari's upper arms with a nod but then leaned in again, eyes narrowed and the strands of his hair mingling with her fringe as their foreheads shared a tender kiss. "I'm not losing you to some cat boy." His emerald orbs twinkled with strong emotions, lips only a breath away from hers that Adrien couldn't help but graze Marinette's lower lip with his thumb. He finally turned around and made way out of the door, beckoning his jaw-dropped best friend to come along. A pinch on her thigh- most likely from Tikki who for some reason was hiding in Marinette's trouser pocket, brought her back to the world and before anyone knew it, the girl held Adrien back by the wrist. It was rare for her to initiate physical contact so Adrien couldn't help but halt with surprise. Marinette brushed off all her embarrassment and muddled feelings, fixing a glare at the nonchalant looking model. "He's not just some cat boy. He's one of the most kindest, strongest person I know! He's saved my life more times than I can remember, saves Paris on a daily basis and without him...there would be no Ladybug! So don't...don't just dismiss Chat Noir like that." Adrien furrowed his brows, holding his burning stare against her stern eyes for a bit before leaning in once more, taking Marinette's grip off his wrist and then held her hand in his possessively. The tight squeeze he gave the appendage didn't go unnoticed to the girl and the rest of the audience. "Sorry...I'm just sick of other boys turning your head towards them...when I've been hoping for you to glance at me, just once...for a long time..." His voice wavered between vulnerable and melancholy before settling on determination. Without missing a beat, the boy swiftly kissed the corner of Marinette's lips, cherishing every groove and warmth that emitted from her and then promptly stalked out of the classroom before anyone else could see him turn redder than a strawberry. 'At this rate, she should figure out my civilian identity soon. She has to! With a declaration like that, I should be on her mind for a bit and maybe...she could develop feelings for my civilian side too...?' A hopeful grin took place on his lips whilst Nino ran after him and babbled about how shook he was by the blonde's actions. . Meanwhile, poor Marinette was left frozen in the classroom, wheezing like a kettle and cheeks brighter than a traffic light while Alya squealed with happiness, thanking dieu that she captured everything on her phone. "So, Marinette? Will it be Adrien or Chat Noir~?" Alya's question was met with a defeated wail and a slap against her shoulder. The brunette couldn't keep the devilish smirk off her face. "He's been waiting for me to glance at him!? Is he BLIND!? I have been drooling over his stupid self for like a YEAR! Ugh Alya! What am I gonna do-ooooo?" ~(x)~ She should be suited up right now in her signature spots. She should be battling the akuma right now who was preoccupied in setting fire on everything he saw like a madman. But no. "Princesse...just dump me somewhere in an alleyway and run! Please..." Chat Noir, who was terribly injured, grimaced as Marinette kept on running, fingers digging into the boy's legs as she held him piggyback style. She thanked the kwamis that she was familiar with the thirteenth arrondissement like the back of her hand. She merely huffed as a response and sped up before finally finding a decent hiding spot in the abandoned China town. Much to her delight, the pharmacy shop where her maman usually goes to was empty and open so Marinette didn't hesitate to storm inside. The groans and whimpers that the hero let out as Mari gently placed him against a chair shattered her heart and the teen couldn't help but wince at his injuries. "You stupid...stupid cat! Why did you take that hit for me? You should have dodged!" Marinette spat out, masking her pain with anger as she gathered the medical kit with a mission to alleviate her partner's wounds. The boy responded with a cocky smirk, as if his shoulder wasn't burnt to a crisp and his legs weren't shredded with gashes. This akuma was the first to pierce the magical suit and it was taking everything for Marinette to not fall into a panic attack. Not even the battle on heroes' day was this nerve wracking. "I like my women alive, not barbecued." Noir rasped but then yelped as Marinette knelt down to his level and applied ointment to the burns. This time, tears streamed down his eyes and his claws dug into the plush carpet below him. His faux ears plastered themselves against his hair and his tail whipped against the chair and wall beside him as if to emphasise how much pain he's in. "Stupid flirt...stupid cat...always have to be so self sacrificing...what if that hit killed you!? What would Ladybug have done then!?" Cheng sobbed, letting her forehead flop onto Chat's uninjured shoulder. Her arms wrapped around his middle, squeezing the blonde against her as tight as she could whilst Chat helplessly reciprocated her actions. He soothed her with hushes and encouraging whispers, combing his claws through her loose tendrils, pulling her flush against his body whilst his face remained in the crook of her neck so that the sweet scent that lingered on her body kept him grounded. The next words that he uttered momentarily stopped her heart. "If I didn't take that hit, there would be no Ladybug..." The duo stiffened, the younger of the two plagued with multitudes of questions. Marinette wanted to pinch herself, hope that she misheard what he said but the strong smell of antiseptic that filled the room, the atrocious scent of burnt flesh and blood and the warm, secure arms that kept her in an iron hold proved otherwise. "I...How...?" Marinette gasped, pulling back far enough so that she could see her partner's bashful face. "I was so careful and...and...dammit! Either I released my transformation in front of you by accident or you're one stupidly smart cat!" The ebony-haired teen was far too emotionally exhausted to delve into this and simply accepted her fate. He knew now. This time, there's no time or space to come up with another convoluted plan to knock him off the trail like when Mme. Mendeleiev got akumatised. "I'm a clever cat, your clever chaton, My Lady," Chat Noir couldn't help but gaze down at Marinette lovingly, eyes softened and heart racing. The raspberry hue that took place on her cheeks did wonders to him. "Maybe, if we were strangers, I wouldn't have found you as quick-" He wasn't able to finish his sentence as two fingers were pressed against his lips. "It's...it's dangerous enough that you know who I am...I can't know who you are, Minou. Master Fu-" "-is wrong. He's just as capable of making bad decisions as anyone else. That time he took Plagg and Tikki away from us is proof of that. I firmly believe that the idea of us not knowing who the other is for the sake of our safety is pretty much bullshit at this rate." He kissed her fingers, eyes never leaving hers in a gaze so intense that Marinette felt like her entire body was lit up in flames. "We've been partners for a long time, our trust in each other is beyond comprehensible and you know for a fact that I'd rather die than waver my loyalty to you, Marinette." He pulled her towards him in another embrace, burying his nose into the nape of her neck and let his lips trail on the soft, sweet skin with butterfly kisses. The kiss burned more than the fire that the akuma plagued on Paris. Each and every pucker took Marinette's breath away and the way he tugged her hair so that he could have access to her throat was downright sinful. When his teeth grazed the sensitive area below her ear, Marinette's eyes fluttered closed and a soft sigh escaped her lips. "Chat Noir..." Her voice would have been inaudible had it not been for the boy's heightened hearing. This of course encouraged a deep purr to rumble from the hero and his lips got closer and closer to hers... "My name...say my name, Marinette," Chaton's lips brushed against Dupain-Cheng's as he spoke, voice so hoarse and exposed. Familiarity filled Marinette from head to toe but she couldn't for the love of god figure out why. Instead, she frowned and bowed her head down in defeat. "I don't...I don't know..." She raised her head back up when Chat Noir tsked in response, squeezing her tighter. "Minou..." The familiarity was starting to weigh down on her like a boulder and it was driving Marinette crazy. "Find me. Please. I love you...all of you. If you're not going to let me tell you who I am then you have to find me. You're a smart girl, My Lady. So smart. I can see that you're close to figuring it out." He kissed her cheeks softly and then darted back to her neck, this time to distribute an open mouthed kiss and suck the skin hard. "Chat Noir!?" Mari gasped, face rouged and teeth biting down her bottom lip to avoid any shameful sounds from coming out of her throat. When he pulled away, Marinette bumped her forehead against his with irritation, scoffing at his pained yelp. "What was that for!? O-ooooooh if the cleansing light doesn't heal this, how am I going to explain this to my parents? Alya? AH- and Adrien!? He's going to be so annoyed..." It took everything for Chat Noir to hide his smirk, rubbing his fingers against Marinette's hips. "Then he'll know that this princess is off limits, no~?" "Stupid, possessive, blonde, idiots!" "Hey, I'm smart, not stupid like model boy," "UGH! Fuck you!" "Is that an offer?" "JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME BANDAGE YOU BACK UP SO THAT WE CAN KICK THE AKUMA'S ASS AND THEN I'LL KICK YOUR ASS YOU STUPID ALLEY CAT!" "That wasn't a no~" ~(x)~ Adrien gawked in horror from the doorway when the scarf that was wrapped around Marinette's neck unravelled and spilled onto the floor. The girl quickly slapped her hand against her neck to hide the hickey but she couldn't avert her eyes from his. It was just the two of them in the locker room. Probably the two few remaining students in the building since they had extra curricular activities. "OH- Erm...hi Adrien? I was not expecting to see you here hahah! Did you manage to beat Kagami this time or-" Marinette ended her default babbles with a squeak as the blonde haired teen stormed towards her, peeling her hand off her neck only for his eyes to widen at the 'gift' that the cat bestowed. "Marinette...you chose him?" The boy laid out the kitten eyes, internally cackling at the way his lady scrambled for words. Plagg may have warned him of the rage of a Ladybug but dieu, the shit eating cat inside him couldn't help but keep up the tease. Sure, acting jealous of his alter ego wasn't going to be much help in Marinette solving his identity but at the same time, he didn't want to make this too easy for her. It wasn't fair that he's fallen head over heels for both sides of her since the beginning and struggled with those feelings for such a long time while it's only recently that she began crushing on his vigilant half, right? To summarise, he was the equivalent of a naughty, bratty kitten trapping a bug under his paws and he loved every second of it. "I haven't chosen anyone- not yet...I...I don't know what to do." Now, a tiny bit of guilt was gnawing on Adrien's chest. Maybe he's gone a bit too far? "The two of you have thrown me in quite a loop, confessing left and right..." Her sweet blush wiped the guilt off his chest clean. Maybe...simple, ordinary Adrien Agreste has a chance? Just maybe...she's starting to have feelings for him too...? "Has he kissed you?" Adrien leaned closer, placing his hands against the locker that Marinette was backed up against, pinning her in place. Forward but not aggressive. With the way she eyed him beneath her lashes, his actions was more than happily received. "Not really..." "Can I kiss you?" His lips were barely brushing hers now. "...please," Immediately, their lips crashed into one another without any finesse. All pent up feelings, all raging emotions, all were expressed in this one, deep kiss like a ferocious fire. Adrien tangled his fingers with Marinette's, pressing his body tight against hers and tilted his head ever so slightly to deepen the kiss. Heat and hormones drove their bodies on autopilot. Marinette moved her arms around his neck, slipping her digits through Adrien's hair whilst the boy in question wrapped his arms around her waist, hands wondering dangerously low and cupping every part of her with desperation. The familiarity that laid low in Marinette's mind soon jumped back by ten folds as sharp teeth nipped the rim of her lips, parting the soft pair so that his tongue could slip in and bring her even closer. Her mind kept on rebooting at every touch, every nibble, every sound, every kiss until she forgot her own name. Suddenly, a small hiss of pain escaped Adrien's throat, causing Marinette to break the kiss, heaving and notice that he was edging his shoulder away from her fingers. "Adrien...?" "Ignore it." The boy grunted, slamming his lips back onto hers, this time cupping her cheek with one hand and pulling the bands of her hair so that he could comb his fingers through the smooth, silky locks. Familiarity stroke back to Marinette despite the distracting, excitable kiss. Adrien began to trail his lips south, parallel to the hickey that Chat Noir left till he reached the area below her collarbones. Unlike his roaring passion that started the kissing session, Adrien ended it with a sweet, subtle kiss on her skin. The way Marinette heaved and panted sent many thoughts and fantasies to the dishevelled boy's head, concluding that he indeed needed to take a cold shower as soon as he got home. "Adrien..." Marinette breathed out sweetly, cheeks flushed beyond compare and fingers tangled with the fabric of his shirt as she struggled to stay upright. "That's my name," Adrien cutely bumped his nose with hers and then backed off, smirk growing when she slid down the locker and onto the floor in a daze. "I'll see you around, Princesse," With a wink, the boy patted her cheek and then slinked off with that enviable model grace of his. A few minutes went past yet Marinette refused to move. Adrien's last few words kept circling in her mind. 'That's my name- that's what he said. But why did he say that? That's such a weird thing to say, right? And since when did he start calling me Princesse-' . . . Insert a record scratch. Tikki, the poor kwami who had to witness the entire endeavour simply shook her head with a sigh, praying that her holder didn't murder Plagg's kitten. "DAMMIT ADRIEN AGRESTE! FUCK YOU!!!!" "At least take me out to dinner first~!" The stupid boy's voice came from the window outside the locker room and Marinette didn't think twice before running towards it to see his shit eating grin plastered on his face from below. ~(x)~ "So all this time you were in love with civilian me, ever since I gave you my umbrella?" "Mmhm." "And you were suppressing your feelings for cat me for around the same time?" "Yep." "So basically I was being an absolute, obtuse idiot who's been cockblocking myself?" "Uh-huh." "Wow. Well fuck me!" "After the days of grief you've given me in choosing between you and you, you don't even deserve a kiss let alone getting laid." "Dammit...so...you gonna untie me now or are ya gonna leave me hanging upside down on the tower forever...?" "Heh~ you're gonna stay there and rot till eternity Chaton." "NoooOOooOOoOOooooo..." . . . ~(x)~

[hotcaramelmachiatto]

Sanji x Reader

Imagine: Sanji has been earning for something, but he can't seem to figure out what. Until you walk into the kitchen.

Pairing: Sanji x Fem! Reader

Warning: SINFULLLLLL! NSFW!! Oral (female receiving. Cum kink??? If you look super close?? Its a dirty birdy.

It was rather late at night, the soft rocking of the Thousand Sunny lulling everyone else to a peaceful sleep- well aside from Usopp who was squirming around and mumbling something about wanting more food- but Sanji stood in the kitchen hunched over.

He stared intensely at the ingredients on the kitchen counter with a gaze that would make one wonder how they weren’t minced from the daggers he shot at them. For days, now, he has been craving something. For what, he couldn’t quite place his finger on it.

Something sweet, something thick, something to quench his thirst and full hiim up like no other. Something never ending. Something. Something. Something-

“Sanji?” Your voice pulled him out of his trance. You were standing there in a pair of f/c shorts and a matching tank top. No bra.

“Y/n-swan? What are you doing up?” He stood up straight and reached into his pocket in search of a cigarette, fully prepared to break his rule of no smoking in the kitchen if it meant you didn’t get to see him so rattled, but unfortunately for him, he had none left. You rubbed your e/c eyes and shrugged.

“I got thirsty and I wanted something to drink. What about you? You look a little shaken up. Did you have a nightmare?” Your voice was like honeyed nectar. You were just being your kind, sweet self, no hidden motives, no lustful hints, just your sweet self. But the joke would be on him if he thought for even a moment that he didn’t want you.

You smelled so good, even from the distance you had between yourselves. If you were being as honest as him, he looked absolutely ravenous. There was a droplet of sweat on his temple, sliding down his pale skin, his eyes were darkened with a lust you’ve never seen before.

A beast.

That’s almost what he looked like. All from a simple question.

“No, Y/n-swan. I’m fine,” he gave her a small smile before walking to the fridge. “Would you like anything in particular? I could make you a smoothie or something, if you like, Y/n-swan.”

The way your name rolled of his tongue almost had you begging.

Begging?

For what, exactly?

“Some milk will be fine, thank you, Sanji.” You leaned against the counter, knowing he only stuck his face in the fridge for you so he could focus on something other than you. It was no use. You were tempting him. You had to be.

The way your h/l locks looked so perfect all matted up from your pillow, how your hips swayed when you walked, the way your breasts were just demanding for his eyes to stay completely locked on them. Of course, he was way too much of a gentleman to stare, except he couldn’t help but look out of the corner of his eye.

You were too delicious. He knew you were watching him too, the way he moved around the kitchen with practiced hands. He was tempting you as well. A part of him, the part that was clinging to the last thread of sanity keeping him from pouncing on her, hoped that she took her glass of milk and vacated the room before that shred of sanity and reason slipped from his grasp.

He handed you the glass of milk, your fingers brushing over each other so softly but there was so much electricity in just that simple little bit of contact. Said simple little bit of contact was more satisfying than anything Sanji had experienced in a while. He knew you felt it as well when you let out a small gasp and bit your plump lip. Suddenly, all he wanted was a taste.

Your lips looked so smooth and pink and warm and- God there were so many adjectives he could use but none of them satisfied him.

He watched you intently, unable to even hide his gaze, as you brought that glass to your lips and sucked down the liquid. Even though you were drinking something now, your throat was almost dry and you could feel his gaze on you as you drank.

‘How can drinking a glass of milk look so sexy?’

Sanji stepped closer. It was maddening, this thirst, this hunger, this lust for something to satiate him. It drove every bit of reason out of his body. He needed you. You needed him, he could see it.

The way your eyes traveled over him, and not just in this moment; when he pranced around the kitchen, when he and the green Morimo argued, when he shamelessly flirted with you, when he brought you little treats during the day, your eyes always followed after him whether you knew it or not.

One thing you did know, however, was that you needed him. Now.

Sanji wasted no time pulling you to his chest and pressing your lips to him.

Lord, even the softest of silks couldn’t compare to the velvet that was your lips. You were sweet, almost sickeningly so, and your mouth was cold from the milk despite your heated skin. His tongue sweeped against your lower lip and you complied, looping your arms around his neck. He lifted you off the floor and distributed you on the kitchen counter, his soft tongue mingling with yours. He tasted like cigarettes and sweets. It was intoxicating.

A deep, animalistic groan left his throat as his hands wandered over the thin fabric of your tank top, afraid to go much further than this without verbal consent.

You let out a desperate moan and pulled him in closer, looping your arms around his neck. He groaned while his hands slipped under your shirt to slide across your smooth skin before pulling away softly.

“Tell me you want this, Y/n-swan. My sweet, I know you want this but I need to hear you say it.” He pleaded like a starved man pleading for food, desperate, hungry, frantic. Your breaths mingled in the centimeters of space between your plush lips and his slightly chapped ones. The look in his eyes held so much intensity you couldn’t look away even if someone walked in on you two now. His hands were gripping you as if you would disappear on him if he let go.

“Yes, Sanji, please.” You hardly got those words out before he was on you again, kissing, nipping, sucking on your lips like they were a fine delicacy. He groaned and pressed you closer for dear life.

Closer. Closer. Closer. More.

He pulled your tank top off with a great urgency, unable to hold himself back. He wanted to unwrap you like a present just for him and devour you like the beast he had inside. It was almost too much for him to handle.

You smell, your moans, your touch it was driving him wild. He brought your nipple into his mouth, earning a sweet moan from your mouth. He could only imagine how it would feel to be inside that hot, wet cavern of yours but today wasn’t about that. It was about satisfying both of you, your desire and his hunger.

He sucked on your nipple while one hand toyed with your other breast, rolling the nipple around with his fingers. You squeaked and ran your fingers through his silky blonde hair. You arched your body into his touch, your movements almost matching how starved Sanji’s were.

Gentle touches of an unexplored area became more frantic movements with practiced hands. Sanji trailed his mouth down, leaving heated open mouthed kisses in his wake, to your belly button and down even further. He looked up at your flushed face once again to ask permission. As heated and frenzied as he was, he wasn’t going to do anything without your allowing him to do so.

You nodded, bringing your hands to your face to hide your embarrassment.

“Beautiful.” He breathed out before slipping your shorts off in one fluid motion. Your smell was so sickeningly sweet he was almost drunk off it.

He licked a long, soft strip from your slit all the way to that small bundle of nerves at the top. He attacked your button relentlessly and groaned. He could drown now in your sweet slick and die a happy man, indulging in this sweet nectarous treat.

This is what he needed.

This could satisfy him for hours, just as he planned to satisfy you for hours.

You were to devilishyly sweet and the obscene noises your core and mouth were making only tempted him further to create more noises from you. Sanji smoothly dipped in and out of your slit, shoveling more juices into his mouth like he had never tasted anything so delicious.

“God, I could eat you up in one bite.” He purred before sucking on that candied button, making you arch your trembling body into him further.

His mouth and hands, stroking your thighs, holding your hips down at the angle he wanted them, had you absolutely writhing beneath his hold, trembling as his vice grip kept you still. The coil in your stomach tightened and loosened with every teasing flick of his tongue. From your position you could see his head bob with the ravenous movements of his hot muscle working you closer and closer.

Sanji’s hands dragged you ever closer to him, his tongue working in and out of your luscious velvet folds while his nose was at the perfect spot to give stimulations to your clit, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. You were like a bowl of honey and sugar and milk and he needed this sugar high. He needed to ravage you like a wild beast eating meat for the first time in years. He was getting drunk off your taste and smell alone and your voice only egged him on.

Your loud moans and pleading wails turned to soft whimpers and squeaks when you brought your hand to your mouth. That ruthless tongue of his flicked over your trapped clit, your toes curling at the throbbing pulsating ache in the pit of your stomach. You were so so close. You gripped his hair in desperation, trying your damnedest to grind against him for more but he held you down, the slow torture giving him his favorite reaction out of you.

“Sanji~” You voice was a few octaves higher and your face was contorted in pleasure, your frame shaking and your expression utterly wrecked. The way his name rolled off your tongue was like angels singing in his ears.

You were so close. You needed it. More. Please. Give it. Take. Please. More. Closer.

He was addicted.

The sweet sugary scent, the savoury thickness of your rich slick had him in a haze. He slurped you up like a fine cuisine. You tasted so damn sweet, so warm, so scrumtuous, so fucking good.

“Please, Sanji, please, so close, closer, more, Sanji- I-I’m gonna, need it, so close- Sanji, please, please!” You were pleading for mercy and God had you not had enough? It was such torture. But such a sweet torture.

Sanji heard you loud and clear. He buried his tongue as deep as he could while this thumb painted swirls in your button, making you squirm and shake and convulse around him in the midst of an absolutely explosive orgasm.

Sanji worked you through it, his tongue tightly clenched in the vice grip of your sweet, soft walls while his thumb worked out down softly. You were nothing but a panting puddle of sweet honeyed milk Sanji was quickly cleaning up for you.

As your mind started to return you could finally see what Sanji was reduced to himself. He had your juices dripping from his chin, on his cheeks, clinging to hair hair, and dripping off his nose. He licked you up carefully, knowing how sensitive your bud was after such an intense climax. He licked his sinful lips with an even more sinful tongue. You now knew from experience.

“You’re delicious, Y/n. I could have you for every meal of the day.” He purred softly and licked his thumb.

“I can bet you taste just as good.” You countered, an evil smirk playing its way onto your lips. Sanji stopped and gasped when you stroked him with the palm of your hand. You weren’t the only one completely affected by this session of yours. “Its my turn to taste you.”

[rostamic]

50 Character Questions – 

1.  What does their bedroom look like? simple and clean is the way that you’re making me feeeel tonight

2.  Do they have any daily rituals? Wake up, eat, go for a run, clean up, work, socialise, home, sleep. And if socialising isn’t in the plan, journey around until he finds new places and/or someone to bother talk to.

3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often? He runs and occasionally goes to the gym. It’s not every day but it’s often enough to keep him in shape.

4. What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy? Beep beep mofos get outta the way He’d just work around them.

5.  Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.): Very clean! He likes to keep his space organized and his body as fresh as spring rain. 

6.  Eating habits and sample daily menu: He strives for a full 3 meals a day. Breakfast would be eggs, toast, fruit and tea; lunch is whatever’s within range of his office; dinner would normally be take-away or eaten with co-workers / friends.

7.  Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time: Rostam doesn’t “waste” time – everything he does is for himself first and foremost. That said, his hobbies are chatting others up and watching movies.

8.  Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging: Trashy pop music and hard drugs - neither of which he’s guilty of

9.  Makeup? Nope.

10.  Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such? He really doesn’t like being alone, but he wouldn’t see it or classify it as a neurosis

11. Intellectual pursuits? If you can believe it, he quite enjoys math. The sudoku puzzles in newspapers and magazines are well loved.

12. Favorite book genre? He doesn’t read much

13. Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general? Ambivalent. He loves women. He wouldn’t be horribly opposed to messing around with the same sex if it happens organically but doesn’t actively seek it out. As for others: Do who and what you want.

14. Physical abnormalities?  (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.) Drug use (coke, in particular) wears down on your serotonin, your sinuses, and affects your heart. He’s sure to pay for it one day. In this present day, he’s in good health.

15. Biggest and smallest short term goal? Get his projects done at work I guess

16. Biggest and smallest long term goal? Live fast, die quickly

17. Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress: Whatever’s most comfortable but also looks good

18. Favorite beverage? Hot leaf water (tea)

19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night? Rostam stuffs

20.  Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them? None

21.  Turn-ons? Turn-offs? Rostam is both easy to and eager to please, though his top turn ons are confidence, a sense of humor, and affection/reciprocity. The main turn off would be being too cold/hesitant to his advances. That said, you’d have to be really out there to turn him off. He’ll try almost anything once.

22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen? "What’s this for?” then probably make a paper airplane

23.  How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life? He’s very organized with his belongings, however when it comes to social situations he’s spontaneous

24.  Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all? He’s good at math but purposeful intellectual pursuits aren’t in his wheelhouse

25.How do they see themselves 5 years from today? Future planning isn’t his thing

26.  Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t work out? Hm, not really

27. What is their biggest regret? #noragrets

28.  Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy? His best friend is a guy named Aeron; he has no immediate enemies at present

29. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?) Call the fire department

30.  Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies) Implode

31. Most prized possession? Elephant pendant necklace from his siblings

32. Thoughts on material possessions in general? They’re nice to have

33. Concept of home and family? They’re good to lean on, and to have the support of, though having a family of his own one day wouldn’t be on the top of the list

34.  Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?) He’s closer on the scale to TMI than private, but there are some things he simply won’t talk about

35.  What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time? He doesn’t “waste” time; whether it’s for work or for fun, he’s probably doing it on purpose

36.  What makes them feel guilty? Not much of anything

37.  Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?Both, although he is ruled by his emotions and that may sometimes taint his efforts at being more logical

38.  Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?[definition] Type B, but some of Type A fits too

39.  What recharges them when they’re feeling drained? People. Sex.

40.  Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither? Superiority complex

41.  How misanthropic are they? A 5 or 6. He likes people but he doesn’t automatically trust anyone

42.  Hobbies? Music, movies

43.  How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education? He couldn’t stomach tertiary education for long but does hold an associate’s (two year) degree

44.  Religion? Agnostic

45.  Superstitions or views on the occult? None

46.  Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds? Deeds over words

47. If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal? Confident, good-humored types who have no qualms with Rostam’s strong personality, and preferably experienced in the bedroom. Someone who can get along with others as well as he can, yet has no problem asserting their own boundaries. Basically, someone who is comfortable in their own skin and requires minimal upkeep. Looks don’t matter as long as the person has good hygiene habits and some sense of style.

48. How do they express love? Loud and proud. You will know if he’s in love with you because he’ll shower you with attention.

49. If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like? Defensive. When it comes to offense, nothing is off-limits; he will fight dirty if he must.

50. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not? On a primal level yes, but if one were to ask him directly, he would say no (and honestly, he doesn’t believe he’s afraid of death)

[theouterdark]

Dream: This Old Creaking Thing

This one turned out to be half a memoir. Part of me wanted to make cuts until it looked like something completely different, but I didn't. It is what it is. D

I wake with a thirst in the room under the attic of my father's childhood home. It is a thirst that leaves my mouth dry with the taste of silver,1 and the taste is not one that can be ridden by the scraping of my tongue or washed away by salivation. The room is not one I am comfortable in, and has made for many sleepless nights, like this one. I don't care for the itch of the fibrous duvet against my skin, nor do I care for the conventional artworks that adorn the walls, all of which have fallen quite démodé, like the architecture of the old place—which you can tell is old by the smell and feel of the sagging floorboards under your feet. The house is full of vacant places for darkness, and cold air, and through these channels bats scurry across timbers and insulation in the wintertime to find warm places where they can sleep soundly, but this house was not built for any creature's comfort.2 Indeed, the only reason it exists at all is because our home on Briar Lane has already been sold, and the foundations of our new home on the lake are being poured and constructed when there is open sky, and the thick flurries coming off Lake Michigan are not smothering the slope of our newly owned land. I should not say our, for in every legal sense, the land belongs to my father, and this wretched place that we reside in—only while father's new house is being built—belongs to his father. I don't know where father's father's father lived, though I'm sure I was told. The present alone concerns me, and the past is where it belongs. The grey, cubic monitor on the desk in the corner hums, and I wish it had the screensaver with the funny drawings of cows and sequined fat ladies on for me to watch, or that of the bison floating over impossible hills with strings drawn tight around their middles, suspended by colorful balloons.3 But it only makes that droning sound that it does, and instead I find it more interesting to look out the western-facing window at the lot across the street from father's father's—which has a sign that says Beeler/Gores Funeral Home—whose parking spaces I've only ever seen empty. The place never struck me with morbid curiosity, and this night is no different. Though I am young, and only experienced it extemporaneously, I know of death, and that people die, and I know that when they do they aren't here anymore. Beyond that, I've no other regard for it, though the man's bedroom I'm sleeping in belonged at one time to my father's brother, who is one of the dead people who are not here anymore. He died before I turned one-year old, and they put him in the ground somewhere across the river, and staked a plot for the rest of the family. There, in that stretch of grass about forty feet from the service drive and the pine trees would be my father's father and mother's spot. Diagonally from that, my father's, and mother's. There was even a place for me in the grass. In truth, even at this age, I find it refreshing to know that my death has been planned for. All roads, I know, will lead me there.4 I never met father's brother in the flesh—as my earliest memory is that of a cat attack in Seattle5—and I doubt I would remember his face as it was when it was alive. I've imagination enough to envision his form climbing the east side of the house to stare at me through the windows, and tap lightly on the glass, egging me to let him in. His eyes are dark and sallow. A loose navy tee-shirt hangs over his bony shoulders, and there is a bulge in his breast pocket, with a tobacco stain along the bottom. Does he have a mustache, or doesn't he? A naval officer's hat or none? Some times I imagine him differently, but always his visage makes me shudder. I don't know if these images are flights of fantasy from the mind of a scared child, or misremembered dreams. A man called Jewett joins him in time—when he dies, we live in the house by the lake, and I come running down the drive with my hands drawn tight around my backpack straps (as I never know what to do with them), and inside my mother and sister are full of tears, and I ask why, and neither can say so I ask how my frog is,6 and they say he is fine, but this man called Jewett is dead, and I know then when my stomach doesn't knot over and the tears don't fall so readily like they are down my mother's face and my sister's face, that something is different about me—and together Jewett and my father's brother tap on the window, and grunt passive suggestions to me. No one joins after Jewett, and I'm glad for it, for the window is too narrow to pack so many dead faces into view. In the future, when I write this, I only see them in my memory, because they aren't here anymore. I am putting it off. What I need is water, and where I can get the water is the kitchen, down below. Down a stretch of stairs that are steep, and made of wood, or carpeted—and if they are, it is thin carpet, in dark browns, reds and strands of yellow—but I don't want to go down there, because the Ragged Man lives under the stairs, and if he steals my voice I won't be able to stop him, and now as I stand poised on the threshold of father's brother's door, I test my nerve and take another step, and I feel the urgency rise in my calves like a surge of spiders' legs, and before I can stop myself I am bounding down, down, down the steps, and I don't care how loud because if I'm fast enough the Ragged Man can't grasp my ankles through the grate, and I leap the final three and roll, lumbering into a shaky-legged run into the kitchen, and hide behind the island. My sister and mother must think a possessed fawn is scrambling through the halls, but if this is what they think, they must not care, or perhaps I have not made as much noise as I thought I must have, and I fetch water that stinks like matches from the sink. It goes down well enough alone, but I seek another, and another. Going up is the harder part. Because the Ragged Man has full view of the dining room, if I were not behind the kitchen island, he could see me now. Were it not winter, I'd steal away to the sun room, where the screens protect me from the world and I can watch lightning bugs from under the table which is my forteresse secrète, where I play spy games like slipping in and out of disguises before the next coupe passes, or testing my plastic gadgetry on the unsuspecting occupants of le ménage Hamilton. But as I'm shivering now, the sun room should be christened anew, perhaps the snow landing or the ice temple, as it is not a place for comfort, just like the rest of this old creaking thing. Again, I move before I can convince myself a coward, and the sweat chills my legs—and how these pajamas could ever keep me warm falls on my mother for picking them out, they feel like stage fabric, more at home on Peter Pan's head than clinging to my legs—and I walk by the table, knowing that if I don't look at the grate in the stairs, the Ragged Man won't steal my voice. It is only in those few moments between standing on the floor and bounding up that he can get me, but his eyes sparkle like polished silver dollars, and my sweat is gripping me too cold to continue, and I steal a glance as I slow down and my stomach lurches into my abdomen and I can see him smiling. Always his hair is silver and oiled, and spills over his shoulders in tangled wires. The hollows around his eyes are black but the pallor of his skin makes me long for the days I spent home with the Chicken Pox, because at least then I didn't have to go to school, but this man, in his tattered rags and silver smiles, paralyzes me where I stand. My next breath drags stagnant across my tongue. I can't breathe in, and my sinuses grow hot, and thick. He smiles, silent.7 I call, Help, help... but the words fall deaf even to me, and he drifts toward the grate, smiling that haunting smile. Help... I wake with a thirst in the room under the attic of my father's childhood home. But at least the sun has risen over this old creaking thing. Perhaps today I'll go into the orchard of pears, peaches, and apples, and saddle the limbs of the Pirate Tree until it's too cold to stay out of doors. There are strawberries in a thicket of weeds and thistles, wild and prickly. And raspberries too. I check the insides for worms before I eat them, and play in the cellar. Until dad tells me about the snakes, then I stay away.

1 Blood. Copper. Pennies. Like I'd been running too hard and too fast.↩ 2 Mother's father is also not here anymore. But once in this old creaking thing he caught a bat with a shoe box and a tennis racket. Or was it a bird?↩ 3 The Far Side, by Gary Larson. It came on five floppy disks. And on this computer I played moon lander and Myst, and King's Quest VI.↩ 4 Only later did I think I could change this.↩ 5 My mother's brother's cat, Baba. Baba bit me. Blood ran in rivulets down my arm.↩ 6 His name was Mister Frog. And he had two snails for friends.↩ 7 Almost positive this is the Creature of Darkness from The Tale of the Quicksilver episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark?.↩

[bloojayoolie]

Animals, Apparently, and Beautiful: Hi my name is Adrian # 24322 4 yr old boy with love Brooklyn ACC They say I am a beautiful inside and out, a calm& quite gentleman, with sweet affectionate eyes, I still know how to bounce and play when the games start, play well in our play group with dogs I meet and have proved to be an even tempered - tolerant cool fella, won't you please give me a second chance. All Heart ****TO BE KILLED 4/12/18**** Sweet, Goofy Mushface <3 A volunteer writes: "Yo Adrian!!!" (sorry, had to do it...) Well this young fella's name is Adrian, and he is a 4 year old large mixed breed. Just like Rocky's love interest, this guy is very calm and quiet. That's not to say he doesn't know how to have fun. He is still young and has plenty of energy. So you get the best of both worlds. In fact, it's like Rocky and Adrian all rolled into one! Unfortunately, Adrian has found his way here as a stray, so we don't know how he is around children or cats. However, he is a playgroup participant, so we know he is well behaved around most dogs. He is also a "Drool Donor" for Monmouth Universities study on the effects of playgroup on the stress levels of shelter dogs. Basically it means he is very even tempered, and tolerant. (Especially to having hands put in his mouth to swab his saliva...) So come on down to our Brooklyn location and say "Hello" to this awesome boy! He's definitely a Knock Out! VIDEOs: https://youtu.be/9t8pIYtq-Nc https://youtu.be/qSRTjeqRZ70 Adrian fetch https://youtu.be/qQyGhsrwWGk Adrian #24322 BROOKLYN ACC 4 yrs old, 59 lbs BLUE ROAN / WHITE MALE Large Mixed Breed Cross Intake Date: 04-02-2018 My health has been checked. My vaccinations are up to date. My worming is up to date. I have been microchipped. Behavior Assessment Date of intake:: 4/2/2018 Spay/Neuter status:: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Stray, no known history. Previously lived with:: Unknown Behavior toward strangers:: Friendly and exuberant Date of assessment:: 4/4/2018 Look:: 3. Dog jumps on Assessor, consistently rubs his shoulder on the Assessor, and will not allow Assessor to conduct the assessment. Sensitivity:: 1. Dog leans into the Assessor, eyes soft or squinty, soft and loose body, open mouth. Tag:: 1. Dog follows at the end of the leash, body soft. Paw squeeze 1:: 1. Dog does not respond at all for three seconds. Eyes are averted and ears are relaxed or back. Paw squeeze 2:: 1. Dog does not respond at all for three seconds. Eyes are averted and ears are relaxed or back. Toy:: 3. Dog takes toy away, keeps a firm hold. Body is stiff. Summary:: Adrian came into the assessment room with a high energy,jumping and mouthy. He allowed handling but would mouth the assessor's hand with light pressure. Adrian was relaxed and soft when his paws were touched. He takes the toy away with a firm grip. Summary (1):: Adrian was surrender as a stray so his past behavior with other dogs is unknown. Here at the Care Centers, Adrian is social as well as sexually motivated. He flirts while on his tip toes but does not mount. The Behavior Department recommends that Adrian be placed in a home with resident dogs that match his calm sociability. 4/3: When off leash at the Care Centers, Adrian greets the female helper dog with chatters and genital sniffs. He follows her around the pens, flirting with her but he does not mount her. 4/4: Today, Adrian was much more respectful. He continues to be slightly sexually motivated however he is able to read the other dog's uncomfortability, control his impulses and redirect his attention elsewhere. 4/5-9: Adrian appropriately greets the other dog, then explores the pens.He has begun to solicit and engage in short burst of play with other dogs but is conflicted, grumbling when any body contact is made. Date of intake:: 4/2/2018 Summary:: Unknown Date of initial:: 4/2/2018 Summary:: Very sweet, high energy and allowed all handling. ENERGY LEVEL:: We have no history on Adrian so we cannot be certain of his behavior in a home environment. Adrian displayed high energy and movement throughout assessment. Adrian will need daily mental and physical activity to keep him engaged and exercised. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: ADULT ONLY HOME Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13) Recommendations comments:: No children: We have no history on Adrian so we cannot be certain of his behavior in a home environment. However, in the care center he is a enthusiastic, social dog with a high energy and has potential to mouth when engaged in exuberant play. He will need daily mental and physical activity to keep him engaged and exercised. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. We feel that an adult-only home would be most beneficial at this time. Potential challenges: : Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition Potential challenges comments:: Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition: While he applies only light pressure, Adrian was mouthy throughout the assessment and is quick to put his teeth on skin. This is likely an attention-seeking behavior, but it should be replaced with an alternative behavior as it can frighten people. We recommend never playing with bare hands – always with a toy - and ending play or attention whenever Adrian puts teeth on skin. He should be rewarded with attention and treats when he stops and/or when he is seeking attention in alternate ways. My medical notes are... Weight: 59 lbs Vet Notes 2/04/2018 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: ~4 years Microchip noted on Intake? negative History : stray Subjective: BARH Observed Behavior - very sweet. High energy but easily handleable. Did well for all medical handling and procedures Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - no Objective P = wnl R = eupneic BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear with periocular erythema ou, ears clean, no nasal discharge noted Oral Exam: adult dentition with mild tartar, no oral lesions noted PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupneic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: MI, 2 testicles descended MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment: Apparently healthy Possible allergies Plan: Continue to monitor while at BACC If erythema worsens around eyes, consider antihistamines vs steroids Prognosis: Excellent SURGERY: ok to schedule for surgery 4/04/2018 brief cage exam for "excessive drooling' visual exam showed some droolat edges of glossa wnl and not typical for nausea eg. Dog appears to have eaten full meal recently. no follow up needed at this time. 5/04/2018 Progress exam History : stray intake 4/2 4/4 noted to be drooling but cageside exam revealed NSF Subjective: BAR. No csvd. No hypersalivation. Good appetite. Diarrhea noted on rounds board 1-2 days ago but none noted since. No signs CIRDC at this time. Objective EENT: Eyes clear, no nasal or ocular discharge noted H/L: Normal RR/RE, eupneic MSI: Ambulatory x 4, healthy hair coat, mild erythema around face CNS: mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment: Apparently healthy Plan: Continue to monitor while at BACC Prognosis: Excellent 7/04/2018 Monitor for CIRDC S/O: BAR. Very active, attention seeking, excellent appetite EENT: Eyes clear, very small amount of crusted mucoid discharge at left nostril HL: No coughing or sneezing, normal RR/RE INTEG: Full coat MS: Ambulatory x 4 UG: Male A: Apparently healthy P: Continue to monitor while at BACC 8/04/2018 Progress exam History : stray intake 4/2 Subjective: BAR. No csvd. Mild dried crust on top of nose but no active discharge. No signs of CIRDC Objective EENT: Eyes clear, no nasal or ocular discharge noted H/L: Normal RR/RE, eupneic MSI: Ambulatory x 4, healthy hair coat CNS: mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment: Apparently healthy Plan: Continue to monitor while at BACC Prognosis: Excellent 9/04/2018 Progress exam History : stray intake 4/2 Subjective: QAR. Coughing especially when outside in playgroup. No sneezing but has nasal d/c. No v/d. Objective EENT: Eyes clear, no ocular discharge noted, mild serous nasal d/c H/L: Normal RR/RE, eupneic but coughing MSI: Ambulatory x 4, healthy hair coat CNS: mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment: CIRDC Plan: Continue to monitor while at BACC Move to iso Start doxycycline 10mg/kg PO SID x14d until 4/23 Prognosis: Good * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * If you would like to adopt a dog on our “To Be Killed” list, and you CAN get to the shelter in person to complete the adoption process *within 48 hours of reserve*, you can reserve the dog online until noon on the day they are scheduled to die. We have provided the Brooklyn, Staten Island and Manhattan information below. Adoption hours at these facilities is Noon – 8:00 p.m. (6:30 on weekends) HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs. It should read, "reserve in progress". That is YOUR reserve. Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction Animal Care Centers of NYC (ACC) nycacc.org At-Risk Animals Thank you for your interest in adopting from Animal Care Centers of NYC. Our At Risk List is posted each day (except Saturday) at 6:00PM and remains viewable until 12:00PM noon the following day. newhope.shelterbuddy.com HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

[l3ambina]

all of the numbers for Chiyu ❤

omg dear

ok here we  go time to die lmfao

1. What does their bedroom look like?Probably somewhat dark, lots of plants. Succulents because she cant keep anything else alive long enough. It’s probably always a little messy.2. Do they have any daily rituals?Nothing in particular except waiting for something to happen with the League. She likes to hang out in Kur/ogiri’s bar with him and Da/bi and chat. Da/bi prefers other places to hang out though, he only stays there if he has to.

3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?She does, by fighting with the other league members and training herself. She doesn’t want to be useless in a fight.

4. What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?Barge her way in. She’s hungry, dammit. That, and she knows no one would mind making room for her. They’re not that competitive about it.

5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)Not that clean when she’s not doing a mission. She has to be REALLY cleanly when helping a mission though because she has to heal wounds and she cant risk infecting them.6. Eating habits and sample daily menuThe only one who can cook anything decently is Kurog/iri, so there’s a lot of eating out when he’s not available. Chiyu can cook a little bit but its not a great idea. Don’t even think about letting the other league members cook, thats just asking for a disaster.7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting timeAnything that involves hanging out with Da/bi. As long as he’s with her, she doesn’t mind. Da/bi isn’t one to like wasting too much time though, so they don’t do that too often if he can help it. Chiyu doesn't mind the idea of it, though.8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulgingFavorite indulgence is sweets! She tries not to eat too many but sometimes she cant help herself. She’s lucky she has a fast metabolism. She has no feelings about indulgence either way, but thinks its better to indulge yourself at least sometimes. 9. Makeup?Nah lmao10. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?The same ones I have I suppose, so Depression, Anxiety, PTSD and BPD. They are self diagnosed, though since they never had access to good healthcare.11. Intellectual pursuits?Medical stuff, she has to learn all of it so that she can heal better. She can’t just wave her hands and magically heal someone, she has to understand how the body works, and sometimes it gets messy if she has to set bones and stuff. She HAS to make sure its going to heal properly before speeding it up, otherwise she will have to start over.12. Favorite book genre?fantasy, scifi, maybe a bit of medical textbooks too lol13. Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?Asexual, panromantic. She doesn’t care too much about it tbh? She just knows she likes anyone regardless of gender and doesn't see the need for labels really. Especially since she’s pangender and doesn't think about her own gender too much.14. Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)Uhh, none that I can think of? She heals herself so she never really goes to hospitals or anything... if she has any of those, she doesn’t really know about it. Poor girls never had a proper check-up in her life.15. Biggest and smallest short term goal?Biggest: To help the League by being their healer. Smallest: To become an asset to them as best as she can.16. Biggest and smallest long term goal?Biggest: To make the world see what is really important. To not put heroes on pedestals.  To help others and make a safer world, not just for purely good people. Smallest: To love Da/bi and help him figure out his issues and support him. 17. Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dressWay prefers casual. she’s not opposed to dressing up though, it makes her feel nice sometimes.18. Favorite beverage?Green Tea19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?A lot of things. Are they really doing what they set out to do? Is being with the League really going to help her with the world? Does that even matter? She loves the League members so much, she doesn’t know what she’d do without them. And Da/bi would never abandon her and she’d never do that to him. She just hopes she’s doing the right thing.20. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?It’s a miracle she didn’t die as a kid. Her parents died whe nshe was young, and she was in an out of run down orphanages for a time, until she ran away. They weren’t good places. She learned how to heal herself at a young age though so she never got too sick.21. Turn-ons? Turn-offs?Being loved, cherished and adored with a gentle kindness. But also being looked at like a piece of meat or an object, feeling like someone owns her. It’s always consensual when its like that but it.. helps her deal with her trauma, as long as she controls the situation.22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?Writing her thoughts or drawing, probably. Writing helps her remember things.23. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?She’s only organized with her medical self education. Otherwise her lifes kinda messy. her room is pretty messy and disorganized.24. Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?Yes! Medical stuff  c:25. How do they see themselves 5 years from today?Hopefully by then the world has settled into its new order and things become peaceful, but not oppressed by fake heroes like before.26. Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?Hopefully goes the way she wants, but she has no plans if they dont, except to help Da/bi with his issues and remain by his side.27. What is their biggest regret?They don’t have any at the moment. Everything bad has been out of her hands up to this point, and she refuses to let it stay that way. She has taken her life into her own hands and doesn’t plan on regretting anything about what she does.28. Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?da/bi is her best friend and boyfriend, but Twice and Kuro/giri are good to her too. Her worst enemy is Endea/vor. She wants him dead as much as Da/bi does, even if she doesn't understand his motives for it yet. She doesn’t need much of a reason, though.29. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)HOLY SHIT KURO/GIRI WARP IT S OMEWHERE ELSE30. Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)She has no family, but if Da/bi died, she would bury herself in her work and become very quiet and reserved, only caring about her goals to help people even more at that point.31. Most prized possession?Her watch. Toga gave it to her, or rather stole it. Its very high tech and helps her keep track of how much time has passed since she has healed someone, since she can only work within ten minutes of when she starts healing them.32. Thoughts on material possessions in general?She doesn’t hang on to very many of them from her past. She has nothing to hold on to. But if Da/bi gave her something... she would cherish that forever.33. Concept of home and family?The League is her new family and she would do anything for them.34. Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)A bit prone to tmi lmao, she’s seen a lot with her medical work so nothing much bothers her.33. What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?She doesn’t consider much of anything to be a waste? As long as it gets her to her goal of helping people. Maybe some of t he things the League does feels like a counter-productive time waste, but not often.34. What makes them feel guilty?When she isn’t able to help someone, or has to reset the damage she tried healing, because she knows thats incredibly painful. She’s had to do it to herself a few times.35. Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?Very emotional, following her heart type of person. She’s only analytical about her healing, but even that is mixed with emotions.36. Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?Probably B ! Not super proactive, more go with the flow. But she does have goals she wants to reach, so maybe a mixture of both.37. What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?Cuddling with Da/bi... >///>38. Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither? Maybe a bit of both? They very much believe they’re right.39. How misanthropic are they?Very little if at all, since they want to help and reform society to something better, rather than leave it to fend for itself.40. Hobbies?Studying medicine, and spending time with Da/bi, when she is not doing things for the League.41. How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?She never had a formal education, and taught herself every single thing she knows. She was never given proper quirk counseling either, she had to train herself to become powerful with her quirk and iron out her weaknesses. So obviously she finds value in self-education.42. Religion?Can you count Hero Killer’s ideals as a religion?43. Superstitions or views on the occult?Again, if  you count following Hero Killer’s ideals as a cult thing, then shes into that.44. Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?A lot of both, honestly. She’s very honest and open about w hat she thinks and feels.45. If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?Villains lmfao46. How do they express love?Devotion, adoration, thoughtful gifts, spending time, supporting and helping the other as much as she can.47. If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?She doesnt get into fights if she can help it. She’s better supporting someone else, like Da/bi in a fight. She can hold her own for a little bit, though, if its a close combat situation.48. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?Probably yeah, I imagine. She has lots of things she wants to accomplish and she wants to help people. She needs to be alive to see her goals come to fruition.

[foreverrosaliesbitch]

Prompt list

please take note NONE OF THESE ARE MINE i’ve only taken a few from random blogs around tumblr so i dont own any of these prompts im juts browwowing them and using them if anyone had a problem with that please message me privatly. 

secondly when requestting using the prompts plase include 

1. pairing eg. Jasperxoc EmmettxRosaliexchildoc 

2. the prompt number eg. C.127 and b.12 (note plese refrain from using any more than 3 prompts per request but feel free to request different ideas as many time as you like)

note there are 3 seprate prompt list A, B and c so when reqeusting add what letter A.6 C.89

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PROMPT LIST A

1.     “Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.” 

2.     “Define normal.” 

3.     “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” 

4.     “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” 

5.     “Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.” 

6.     “It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.” 

7.     “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” 

8.     “Remind me to kill you. Please.” 

9.     “I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.” 

10.   “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” 

11.   “Were you dropped on your head?” 

12.   “She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.” 

13.   “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.” 

14.   “Sorry. I don’t speak skank.” 

15.   “If I survive, can I go home?” 

16.   “My middle finger salutes you.” 

17.   “This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.” 

18.   “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” 

19.   “Insanity run in my family. It practically gallops.” 

20.   “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.” 

21.   “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” 

22.   “All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.” 

23.   “I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.” 

24.   “What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?” 

25.   “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!” 

26.   “I need therapy after this.” 

27.   “You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.” 

28.   “I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.” 

29.   “I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.” 

30.   “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?” 

31.   “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.” 

32.   “I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.” 

33.   “Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.” 

34.   “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.” 

35.   “Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!” 

36.   “Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.” 

37.   “You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.” 

38.   “Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!” 

39.   “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” 

40.   “I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.” 

41.   “What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.” 

42.   “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.” 

43.   “So stick that in your juice box and suck it.” 

44.   “Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.” 

45.   “This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.”

46.   “You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.” 

47.   “What you call insanity, I call inspiration.” 

48.   “Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.” 

49.   “Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” 

50.   “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.” 

51.   “I like you. You’re different.” 

52.   “Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.” 

53.   “You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” 

54.   “I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.” 

55.   “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.” 

56.   “I care so little, I almost passed out.” 

57.   “Well behaved woman rarely make history.” 

58.   “You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.” 

59.   “The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.” 

60.   “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.” 

61.   “Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.” 

62.   “Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.” 

63.   “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.” 

64.   “It’s called thinking. Go with it.” 

65.   “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.” 

66.   “The girl is strange no question.” 

67.   “Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.” 

68.   “I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.” 

69.   “You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.” 

70.   “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”

71.   “I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.” 

72.   “If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”

73.   “I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.” 

74.   “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.” 

75.   “I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.” 

76.   “My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.” 

77.   “I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.” 

78.   “My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.” 

79.   “She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.” 

80.   “And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.” 

81.   “And hello to you too… little homewrecker.” 

82.   “I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.” 

83.   “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.” 

84.   “That’s starting to get annoying”

85. “Hey,     hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

PROMPT LIST B

“You     can’t just sit there all day.”

“I’m     too sober for this.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You     can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“The     ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“She’s     hiding behind the sofa.”

“I lost     our baby.”

“They’re     so cute when they’re asleep.”

“Good     thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“What’s     the matter, sweetie?”

“You’re     Satan.”

“I     don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

“I’m     bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

“Did     you just hiss at me?”

“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

“The     diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Be     you. No one else can.”

“I     haven’t slept in ages.”

“I     locked the keys in the car.”

“Are     you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of     humor?”

“The     kids, they ambushed me.”

“Sorry     isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

“Stop     being so cute.”

“I feel     like I can’t breathe.”

“You     need to see a doctor.”

PROMPT LIST C

“I was   a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Dogs  don’t wear clothes!”

“I  didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”

“Safety  first. What are you? FIVE?”

“This   is girl talk, so leave.”

“Where  am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

“There’s  a herd of them!”

“Do you  think I’m scared of a woman?”

“I’m late.”

“Just     get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“You     smell like a wet dog.”

“I     could punch you right now.”

“Are     you going to talk to me?”

“Welcome     back. Now fucking help me.”

“If you     can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“How     could I ever forget about you?”

“You’re     bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Run     for it!”

“We     need to talk.”

“Not     everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”

“I want     a pet.”

“Just     smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“I’m     not wearing a dress.”

“I’m     not wearing a tie.”

“Quit     beating me up!”

“Please     put your penis away.”

“It’s a     Texas thing.”

“Don’t     argue. Just do it.”

“I hope     I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“Does     he know about the baby?”

“Hold     still.”

“Enough with the sass!”

“Show     me what’s behind your back.”

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

“I’m     telling you. I’m haunted.”

“I had     a bad dream again.”

“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay     here tonight.”

“Please     don’t walk out of that door.”

“I     thought things were going great.”

“Don’t     you love me?”

“You     make every day worth living.”

“I’ll     keep you warm.”

“I’m     never letting you go.”

“You     meant too much to me.”

“I     won’t let you.”

“How     could you ask me that?”

“Don’t     you trust me?”

“I     won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“You     look amazing tonight.”

“Shouldn’t     you be with him/her?”

“I’ve     got you.”

“I     can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“It’s     late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“How     are you feeling today?”

“You     look amazing tonight.”

“We’ll     figure this out.”

“This     isn’t goodbye.”

“What’s     cookin’ good lookin’?”

“Wanna     go grab a drink?”

“What     the hell were you thinking?!”

“Here,     let me help you.”

“Kiss     me.”

“I care     about you.”

“You     could have warned me!”

“That     was unexpected.”

“You     haven’t lost me.”

“Why     are you doing this?”

“Don’t     cry.”

“Please     don’t do this.”

“You     make me feel safe.”

“You’ve     shown me what love can feel like.”

“Thank     you, for everything.”

“All I     wanted was for you to be happy.”

“I     can’t do this on my own.”

“I     wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“Don’t     be afraid.”

“You’re     always on my mind.”

“You     have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“You’ve     always felt like home.”

“I     can’t imagine this world without you.”

“You     make me feel alive.”

“I     wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Who     cares about what they think?”

“Let’s     go.”

“I’m     not going anywhere.”

“Tell     me what’s wrong.”

“You’ve     always got me.”

“I’ve     waited for this moment for a long time.”

“Is     this okay?”

“You     look like you could use a hug.”

“Did     you need something?”

“Do you     have a ride home?”

“I am     home.”

“What     happened back there?”

“That’s     not gonna happen.”

“Why     me?”

“I’m     right where I belong.”

“Fine.”

“What     do you want me to say?”

“After     everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“You’ve     been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“You     need sleep.”

“Excuse     me?”

“What     are you doing?”

“What     did you expect?”

“You’re     not alone.”

“We’re     meant for each other.”

“You’re     worth it.”

“I     don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve     always been honest with you.”

“It’s     cold, you should take my jacket.”

“Just     breathe, okay?”

“When     I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Going     somewhere?”

“Don’t     lie to me.”

“Don’t     be scared, I’m right here.”

“You’re     so adorable.”

“I’m     better, now that you’re here.”

“I     could never forget you.”

“Forget     it.”

“That’s     in the past.”

“You     make me happy.”

“You’re     more than that.”

“I     won’t lose you too.”

“Come     cuddle.”

“Can’t     you stay a little longer?”

“It’s     not that easy.”

“I’ve     had enough.”

“I fell     in love with you, not them.”

“You’re     the only one I wanna wake up next to.”

“It     wasn’t your fault.”

“You     love me as if I deserve you.”

“This     isn’t what it looks like.”

“I     didn’t know you could dance like that!”

“I     found it in the recycling bin.”

“I know     what I want, when I want it. So get over here.”

“This     is… exactly what it looks like.”

“There’s     so much blood.”

“You     should see me in my old uniform. I’m pretty sure it still fits.”

“I know     you really want to hang it on the wall, but…”

“We bet and you lost, so you have to do     it.”

“Is     that a tattoo?”

“I     could tell it was your favorite book because of all the notes you wrote in     the margins.” 

“What     do you think?  Is purple my color?”

“That     is way too expensive.” 

“Girls     night in?”

“I     never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”

“I was     scared and I ran.”

“I’m     yours, in every way you’ll have me.”

“You might not like me, but you     definitely want me.”

“I want     to hike up your skirt and take you right here.”

“I love you. I just love her more.”

“A     package arrived for you, but there’s no return address and the box looks     really old.”

“If I     die, I’m going to haunt you.”

“I     didn’t say “sex party” as in orgy.  I said “hex party” as in     witches.”

“You     wanted me to walk in on you.”

“This     is a totally inappropriate soundtrack.”

“Let’s     get wasted and then go piss on his grave.”

“I     scalped my Hamilton tickets to pay for it.”

“Hold     my hand until it’s over?”

“If you     want to get me naked, you’ll have to convince me it’ll be worth my time.”

“I’m a     level 72 Rogue and if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it and I will kill you.”

[aquaticsapphic]

feel free to skip any, but all the oc asks for either Xanthe or Mies? (Or both but I don't wanna give u..... A shitton if u don't want it)

I’m gonna do these in 2 parts!First up is Xanthe :)

What does their bedroom look like?

I don’t have a solid bedroom really, I’m on the move too much. Even if I stay in a room for a while, I don’t typically keep much of my things in there.

(ooc: If she were to suddenly drop travelling in stay in a room, I imagine it would still be pretty bare, but probably small and comfy. Probably a desk for writing and a trash bin with letters.)

Do they have any daily rituals?

Every night before I go to sleep I have a quick check-in with Lulu so she can see how I’m doing or offer advice. It’s nice to have someone to listen and help me feel like I’m not completely alone in the world, you know?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

I primarily walk from place to place, especially when travelling from one city to another. I used to be very hard-set with exercises, but now I just use whatever I need for day-to-day activities.

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

I’d hang around for a while if it looked like they were almost done, but otherwise I’d just leave and come back later, so I wouldn’t bother them.

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

In the cities and towns I stay in, I try to bathe every day, but as I sometimes spend weeks getting from place to place, the ideal hygiene isn’t always possible. As for the things I own, I’m not too concerned with keeping them in order in my bag, as I know they’ll just get jumbled up on the journey anyway.

Eating habits and sample daily menu

When I’m in town I try to get a bunch of rations and non-perishables like bread, dried fruits, cheese, and jerky. I also try to collect food as I go through the plains though, so any edible plants and animals I can find there will add a bit of variety to what I eat.

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

I like seeing how different people in different towns and cities interact with each other. Everybody has such interesting lives and stories to tell, and it’s exciting to be able to view these chapters for a while. It’s a nice pastime when I can focus on it, but if something else is weighing on me, it just heightens my nervousness.

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

I don’t typically indulge in things very often, but I guess as far as guilty pleasures go, I try to avoid becoming too involved with situations because whenever I do, things seem to go wrong, but…. It’s hard to keep that promise to myself sometimes.

Makeup?

I alternate between wearing none and wearing just enough to make me unrecognizable.

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

(ooc: Xanthe is… very bad at recognizing that these are problems and admitting that, but: Avoidance, low sense of self-worth, repeated negative thoughts. She started working on trying to be better at managing them, but I’m not sure if she understands the neurological components of it.)

Intellectual pursuits?

I like listening to all of Bufo’s past journeys and everything he’s learned throughout the years. He’s actually really cool.

Favorite book genre?

Fantasy. What can I say, I like talking animals.

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Lesbian. Your sexuality is your own, and no one can decide that for you.

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

I have a few light scars on my arms, a circular scar on my chest/shoulder area from getting shot with a bow once, and it seems like I’ll always have a bunch of small bruises. I bruise really easily.

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Well I definitely want to get off of this island, but I’m not sure how long that will take.  So for now… talk to Fela. Explore the island.

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Lulu says going back will help me. I hope it will. I also want to see a will-o’-wisp.

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Someone said I looked good in light purple, so I’ve been trying to add that color into my outfits. I really like loose-fitting clothes, because they’re so nice and airy. But I can’t wear skirts or dresses. They just get in the way and make it hard to move.

Favorite beverage?

I honestly just like water.

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

If there’s not a lot that happened during the day, my thoughts will ultimately drift back to all the mistakes I’ve made.

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

“A lady is to be looked at, not listened to. Therefore, if you have to cough, do so daintily, and behind a handkerchief.”

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

I like open-books. People who know what they want. I can’t stand possessiveness or jealousy.

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

I’d probably start doodling Bufo. Or Lulu.

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Oh, I’m pretty disorganized. It seems like no matter what I do, I always arrive either too late or too early. Luckily I’ve never had much trouble with misplacing things, even though my backpack is a mess.

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

I’m interested in learning vague details about academics, but I can’t sit through them or put anything into practice.

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Wherever I am, I hope I’m happy. And Bufo is happy. And Lulu is happy. And if it’s not too much to ask, I hope they are still with me.

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

Lulu thinks it will help to get in touch with old friends. I hope it goes well, but even then, I’ve been fine without them.

What is their biggest regret?

Caerlowyl

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Bufo. Definitely Bufo. And….. my mom. All these miles apart and she still haunts me.

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

There’s always somewhere else I can go.

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Whatever it is, it would probably be my fault somehow.

Most prized possession?

My handaxe. It was the first weapon that I ever really learned how to use, so it has some sentimental value. Plus it’s useful for cutting things.

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Keep what you need, leave everything else.

Concept of home and family?

They’re too stifling. I can’t imagine a life like that.

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

The less everyone knows about me, the better everyone will be.

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

I like listening to music, even if there isn’t much to it.

What makes them feel guilty?

Remembering. Open waters.

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

I try to be calm, but it’s not always easy.

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

Neither.

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

A good, old-fashioned party.

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

I’ve done many terrible things. I think it’s fair to say most people are better than me in that aspect.

How misanthropic are they?

Not much. People are complex, and the complexity is what makes everyone so interesting.

Hobbies?

I like hiking. And fishing. I don’t keep up with a lot of hobbies.

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Ugh, my mom taught me how to be the Perfect Wife for about half my life and it was a load of bull shit.

Religion?

Gods and I don’t get along.

Superstitions or views on the occult?

I’m generally not a fan.

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

Deeds probably. When I act without thinking is probably when I am the most true.

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

Someone who accepts me as I am and doesn’t try to change me. I won’t change just to be someone they want me to be. Clearly defined expectations always help.

How do they express love?

Love is staying together until the bitter end.

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Depends. If the person deserves it, I’m not afraid to fight dirty. At least until they stop fighting me.

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

I’m not afraid of dying myself. I’d hate to see anybody else die.

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Happy Birthday jenny03suki!

We wish @jenny03suki a very belated Happy Birthday! In order to help you celebrate your day @mega-aulover has written a Everlark story just for you! We hope you like it :)

Prompt: Werewolf/Incest. Peeta and Katniss are half or full blood siblings. They have been having a secret relationship when their secret of being mates comes to light when Katniss’s heat cycle happens and blows up when the pack see Katniss’s body changes as their forbidden pup grows inside her.

Rated:  M (Trigger Warnings:  Minor violence & Suggested incest)

A/N: A major thanks to @norbertsmom for helping me with this prompt. She gave me the idea for the story and for betaing it at the last hour.

Forbidden Love

The alarming sounds of howling disturbed Katniss as she returned back to her den with food. Everything looked off. The ground looked disturbed. Concerned, Katniss called out, “Peeta.”

She wanted to keep positive. Peeta didn’t know this part of the woods, and she hoped he was around the corner. But nothing at their small home seemed right. She began to panic; something was wrong. She reached out with her mind. ‘Peeta where are you?’

‘Katniss,’ Peeta’s voice sounded, reverberated in her soul. ‘They’ve found us. Run! Hide!’

“Peeta, where are you?” Katniss frowned looking for clues as to their direction.

“I’m leading them away from you.” Peeta warned, “Don’t follow me, Katniss.”

“No!” Katniss said in her mind and out loud in frustration. Peeta always put her first like this foolish plan of his to take on the other clansmen on his own.

“Katniss, I need you to run and save yourself!” Peeta ordered.

The howls grew angrier and they didn’t sound that far away.  They were nearing him, she dropped the game she caught. “I’m coming,” Katniss replied to him.

“No, stay away…our pup,” Peeta voice sounded desperate and she could have sworn scared.

Katniss ignored his voice and pushed passed her fear clouded-mind. Using the heightened sense of smell that came with being pregnant, and her tracking abilities, she ran through the forest. She glanced around at the broken twigs and disturbed underbrush indicated there were three of her clan chasing Peeta. She could smell the strong wolf musk mixed with pine, damp earth, berries, and wild flowers. It revealed it was her cousin Gale and his hunting pack that were chasing after Peeta.

Her heart rate increased, her eyesight sharpened, as she picked out a piece of the shirt Peeta was wearing. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the air, trying to determine the direction in which they had gone.

She could smell Peeta’s scent of bread, dill and cinnamon. Her mate was a baker. He was drawn to the kitchens as a child, preferred to be around Ripper than with the other members of the Clan. Compared to other clans their pack was small. Her father arranged for Katniss to marry into another group.

It was a necessary step to help protect them against their enemy Snow. Katniss understood it was her duty to go through the pre-arranged marriage to an undisclosed clan member that was set up  by her uncle Haymitch before she was born. Both families were supposed to meet today for the first time. Haymitch had left before Peeta could present himself before her father yesterday; her uncle had no idea of the chaos that was going on internally within the clan. It was a scandal, not only because she broke her words but because of Peeta.

Katniss was afraid her family was desperate enough to teach Peeta a lesson. It was why she hid so deep in the forest. Why she made sure to cover their tracks. Her inner wolf wanted to leap out but Katniss did not let her, she wanted to touch Peeta, make sure he was fine.

She heard the growling before she saw them at the base of a cliff the three wolves morphed into their human form surrounding Peeta. It was Gale who struck first.

“NOOOO,” Katniss screamed.

Thom, Rory, and Bristel egged Gale on as he struck Peeta repeatedly. Katniss knew Peeta wouldn’t defend himself. When she got close enough, her inner wolf leapt out to protect him. Katniss jumped in front of Peeta, baring her canine teeth, snarling and snapping at the men of her clan. Her mate’s body lay limp behind her.

Her cousin Gale and his friends surrounded them.

“Catnip, get out of the way,” Gale growled. “You’ve always been too damned innocent for your own good, protecting the un-favored one.”

Katniss growled, she was fueled by the need to protect her family. Her wolf form coiled ready to attack if Gale came closer.

Gale’s eyes looked menacing, his voice dipped low, “Catnip, you’re his sister. You shouldn’t have married him. Your union is accursed, and your pup is unnatural.”

Katniss narrowed her large silver-like lupine eyes at Gale. He didn’t understand, None of them did. Peeta never forced himself on her. To the outside it was a horrible deed.

 It was all so complicated.

She was bonded to Peeta in a way no could understand. Not even her parents comprehended the drive to be with Peeta. From a very young age Katniss had been aware of Peeta, she’d fought the attraction to him because they were siblings, but as she matured her inner wolf screamed that this was her mate. It drove her to finally take the oath of marriage with him, and it wasn’t until she was with him, that she’d found peace and happiness. Nothing matter in the end, and even the preoccupation of breaking the pact with the other clan melted away once she was tied with Peeta.

They kept it a secret from the members of their clan until Katniss found herself pregnant with a pup. She’d wanted to run away with Peeta, but he wanted to do the honorable thing and go before their father and tell him the truth.

Their father had exploded into a fit of rage.

Adam Everdeen wasn’t one prone to violence. By nature he was an even tempered man, but Katniss was his favorite child. Peeta was his least favorite, and was known amongst the clan as the ‘unfavored child’.  When it came to his children Adam loved Katniss and Prim but it was known he couldn’t stand his only son and it was a mystery as to why.

Peeta looked like Prim, fair skinned, with blond hair, but their blue eyes were different. While Prim's’ eyes were paler like that of their mother, Peeta’s were a brilliant blue that looked violet.

At the clan’s discovery that they’d married, Katniss convinced Peeta to run away, going into the deep forest. This morning Katniss had left Peeta sleeping in the small den they’d found for themselves; she had to go hunting for food. Had she’d stayed, Gale and the others wouldn’t have done this to him.

Katniss was scared and angry and was ready to die, if need be.

Gale morphed into his wolf form, a formidable gray and black wolf, which  was menacing, though his white paws made him look dainty. Peeta’s color was unlike anyone else’s in the clan.  He had a pure white coat. Not even Prim’s was completely white; hers was mixed with gray and had black markings on her tail that looked like a duck. Katniss focused her energy on defeating her hunting partner.

There were only two large wolves in their pack, one was her father and the other was Peeta. Though what Gale lacked in size he made up for it with speed. She kept an eye out for the others who remained in their human form.

 Gale was a practiced hunter; he knew how to trap his pray.  However, Katniss knew his weakness. He walked around her growling. Her eyes glowed, showing him she wasn’t afraid. Gale lunged at her and she snapped back and bit his nose.

Gale jumped back and his eyes took that predatory glint when he was angry at his prey. He whipped around and jumped mid air to attack Katniss, when another wolf hit him on the side and pinned him.

“That’s enough!” The mighty boom of Adam's’ voice resounded in the woods.

Gale half whined, half growled, instantly turning back to his human form. Bristel immediately joined him.

Their father was surrounded by some of the other elders from their pack.  Adam harshly said, “Gale I told you to find them, not hurt them.”

Katniss, seeing that the attack had relented, morphed back to her human form. Her concern was for her mate. “Peeta,” she whispered, tears were running down her face.

He sat up, his face was bruised and she felt the pain radiating from his middle, as if he had bruised ribs. Because they were bonded as mates, Katniss could feel every ache acutely.  

His pain, and her hormonal state, overwhelmed her emotions and she cried bitterly.  His arms went around her and once more the feeling of being home overwhelmed Katniss.  “Hush,” Peeta comforted, quietly pulling the sarong Katniss had disposed of when morph into her wolf form around her shoulders, hiding her small belly.

“They hurt you, Peeta,” Katniss whispered, “because of me.”

His hand gently rubbed her back, and she curled into his lap, desperate to make him feel better.

“I’m okay, I’ll be fine,” Peeta assured her.

“Katniss,” their father addressed her.

Katniss looked up to see their father looking at her with concern. Her father was always prone to notice details others missed. His silver eyes didn’t miss the way Peeta tenderly held her or the way she acted.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Adam said, “but you must see why, what you’ve done is an abomination.  You’re my children.”

Katniss closed her eyes and said, “We left so that you wouldn’t have to live with our decision.”

Adam rubbed his face then roared, “Katniss, don’t you dare defend him; this is his fault. This child has been nothing but trouble.”

 Their mother came up behind their father. “Adam, you’ve always been harder on the boy.”

Adam said, “But she’s his sister, Ava.”

“I love him,” Katniss confessed. “He’s my mate. I tried to ignore it but I couldn’t. I had to be with him, had to bond with him.” Katniss recalled the first time they kissed. It was if she was lit on fire from within, and a hunger for him ripped through her, naked desire for Peeta.

“We didn’t mean for this to happen. I know Katniss wasn’t supposed to be mine.” Peeta looked at Katniss. “I can’t live without her and you both know…”

“Katniss has always needed you,” Ava whispered. “When your father made you stay that summer with Uncle Haymitch, Katniss didn’t want to eat, and couldn’t sleep.”

Adam barked, “No, Ava, do not justify what happened. They are brother and sister!”

“They are soul-mates, and we’ve known it for years. Even as children they behaved not as siblings, but future companion,” Ava sighed heavily. “I am afraid there was nothing we could do; you know as well as I do if they hadn’t mated they would’ve found a way.”

 A gentle howl penetrated the air.

People whispered to one another. There was a matron within their pack, an elder who had taken Peeta under her wing when he was a pup. She was the oldest amongst them. Greasy Sae was so old her gray black fur looked silver when she morphed into her wolf form. She was the only original wolf alive from when their kind settled in this area, hundreds of years ago. Her great-great-granddaughter led her through the woods. She had a shawl wrapped around her frail body.

Adam paid his respects, “Greasy, we are most honored.”

Greasy nodded as she walked past Adam and knelt before Katniss and Peeta. “It’s finally happened.”

“Just as you said it would, they’ve mated,” Ava whispered.

“It’s only natural,” Greasy stated patting Katniss face.

“Greasy they are siblings,” Adam muttered, casting his eyes away from Katniss and Peeta.

“Are they?” Greasy countered back. “You’ve always had a temper just like your half brother Earl. It’s why Ava was captured she was chasing after your brother after one of your hot headed arguments, or do you no recall what happened eighteen years ago today?”

Adam, voice was tempered but all could see he was still angered, “Sae why bring up the past.”

Sae stood before Katniss, “Because it is relevant and it has to do with the children.”

Katniss was confused, “What is she speaking of?”

Katniss watched her father sit on a fallen log. “We agreed never to speak about it.”

“But we must, for now there is the life of an unborn pup at stake,” Greasy said chuckling.

Katniss blushed, it was Greasy who guessed she was pregnant. It explained her mood swings, her inability to stomach certain foods or people. She felt Peeta’s hand lay across her midsection protectively. Katniss could feel him getting better, it made her body ache less. She glanced into his shining eyes. He was excited he was going to be a father.

“Before you were born, Ava was captured by Snow. Your mother was, as I said before, looking for Earl. No one knew Snow had the area under surveillance. He was looking for any opportunity to control your father and a few of his strongest trapped your mother.”

Katniss eyes flew to her mother who by now sat clutching her father's arm. Adam wound his arm around Ava. “It was horrible, she had a difficult pregnancy. Trying to escape, she went into labor.”

“She gave birth in the forest without anyone to assist her during her birth. She was bleeding.” Adam gently looked at Ava, “At the first sign of blood they left. We were lucky we found her in the forest when we did.”

“How did you find them?”

“Katniss and Prim were together, in their human form. Peeta was in his pup form covering them.” Adam said, shaking his head. “Why go over this Greasy? You were there.”

“Since when have you ever heard of a newborn being able to transform hours after they were born?” Greasy’s words suddenly made everything click.

Katniss glanced at her husband, hope blossomed in her silver eyes. It was a well know fact, newborns needed up to a week to be able to make that transition. They were not yet strong enough, and some pups do not morph until they are three months old. Greasy then followed up with, “Peeta is not part of your pack.”

There was silence amongst as all eyes turned to Peeta.

“He must have felt the pull toward Katniss, and went to her aid. It was his infant howls that drew you to where Ava and the girls were. He was protecting his mate.”

“He doesn’t even look like us,” Gale whispered.

“He doesn’t for a good reason,” a new voice said. “He’s more typical of the wolves from the northern fringes.” The clans’ men all stood at once at the appearance of three strangers standing at the cliff. The light was behind them, and growls were heard.

“Stand down, it’s me,” Haymitch’s gruff voice came from the top of the cliff.

“Haymitch,” the word spread amongst those gathered as they watched Haymitch and two others slowly descended, when they arrived Katniss gasped. One of the men looked like Peeta, an older version, but it was Peeta’s face.

“My son, you have indeed found my son,” the man spoke.

Peeta stood amazed at the man that looked like him. “Father?”

Adam was perplexed, “Haymitch, what is the meaning of this?”

Haymitch rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d forgotten what they looked like, it was done over nineteen years ago, before the girls were born. We’ve maintained in contact through missives. It wasn’t until I went to get them that I discovered Harland was Peeta’s father.  Eighteen years ago, Peeta’s dad and a group of his men were in this part of the woods looking for a peaceful resolution with Snow. Snow attacked them, and Peeta was lost in the mix.”

“I thought him dead, and when your Haymitch told me of his existence and that he was interested in your eldest girl, I had to come see for myself.”  Harland grabbed his son by the face. He turned to Adam. “I am indebted to you. For you did not have to take care of him, but you’ve made him your own child.”

Katniss could see her father had no words, she stepped up. “I carry your grandchild.”

He was quiet, then laughed, then howled mightily. He transformed into a massive pure white wolf just like Peeta. Katniss smiled and was glad she’d followed her heart.

[badly-drawn-piplup]

Happiness Overload Chapter Thirteen

″Oh, come on! Even if that were true, me? Dying? I think I'd have enough sense to wear a bulletproof vest!″ I dismissed, reacting to the story Blanc just got done telling me. According to them, they read it in a place called the ″Hall of Memories.″ Probably just a weed induced hallucination.

″I don't know. It's just what I read! I think we dodged a bullet staying there, either way!″ Blanc defended, and possibly made a pun, though the irony seemed lost on them.

″Har-Har.″

″No, I'm serious! I'm sure that thing Conrad was working on would have been bad juju! That's why I dropped a can of orange soda over it the other day! He was so pissed, muttering how it would take him another week just to fix it.″

Mmm. I remembered that. Conrad was pissed. Wouldn't even look Blanc in the eye for a whole day. Then again, it wasn't all that unusual for Conrad to avoid eye contact with anyone.

″You don't know that for sure, you just read it in a book! For all you know it could have helped us!″

″...Shit. You think so? Well, either way, Conrad's fine on his own and we're already up in the air. No use going back now, right?″

I sighed. ″Yeah, I really am glad to leave that place. All I was doing was rotting away.″

As we flew through the skies, I checked on the radar to see where we were going. I hadn't picked a specific direction, but as soon as we left the pyramids, I just let it go on autopilot. Apparently we were headed back to the U.S. Couldn't say that I missed it there, but I probably had some gear stashed away in one of the major cities. As long as my ship remained undetected, it was smooth sailing.

″It's too bad the Beiges are probably still going to die,″ Blanc whined.

″You can't save everyone, kiddo,″ I reminded them.

″Why not?″

″This ain't a Marvel movie.″

″Well I'm not a big fan of DC...″

″Y'know what they say about the truth and its relative strangeness in relation to fiction.″

Blanc looked confused. I decided to lighten the mood.

″So, do you know what happened to the other you?″

Blanc shrugged. ″I don't know? Probably dead. I didn't read that far.″

I shrugged as well. ″Good. I don't know why anyone would want to read a story about us, anyway. Besides, this is the only timeline that matters.″ That's when I got to thinking. Either out of humor for what Blanc was talking about or the chance that I actually believed it to be true.

″When you were there all those days, did you ever read my memories?″

″Uh...no?″ Blanc looked away while replying.

″I know you're lying, but I really don't care. I have nothing to hide. Who am I? An open book, that's who. I'm a diary with mundane entries. That's all.″

″Uh-huh...″ Blanc muttered.

″Dear diary, today I ate a chip and took a bullet because I thought it would make me look cool. Turns out those things hurt,″ I mused.

″Okay, I get it.″

″Dear diary, today the a/c wasn't working and I decided to lay on the floor as if I would have done anything different any other day.″

″LOOK, I READ A FEW THINGS FROM YOUR PERSPECTIVE, BUT I STILL KNOW VERY LITTLE ABOUT YOU! YOU HAPPY?″ Blanc screamed. I was taken aback.

I stood up and pat Blanc on the back.

″Now, now, not everyone can be as cool as me. In fact, neither can I, from the way you described me in that story of yours.″

Blanc started to tear up. ″Sorry I yelled. I don't like to raise my voice.″

″Yeah, neither do I, but sometimes you gotta. Y'know? You just gotta.″

I thought I had said something confident for once. Maybe a sliver of a smile slithered on, even for just a second. While I was lost in thought and my brief moment of confidence, Blanc walked off and sat down on one of the bunk beds, swinging their legs back and forth.

″So,″ they mused. ″What's the plan?″

″Well, glad you asked!″ I announced, despite the fact that I wasn't glad and I was terrified because I had no actual plan. The short pause was probably awkward enough to feel ten times longer than it really was. If Blanc wasn't about to ask ″well...?″ then they were just being polite, and in that case, kudos.

I crossed my arms. ″Honestly, I'd like to know if there was any truth to all those things Conrad would talk about. If The Flashbulb is some huge organization that controls all the world's government, or something like that, then they're responsible for the reason I'm on the run today.″

″So you want to make them pay? Take them down, give them a healthy dose of revenge?″ Blanc asked.

″Maybe. I'd be a bloody fool if I thought that'd rid me of my problems, though. No, even if I can't do much, I want to find out what I can about them. See firsthand what they have and what they're capable of.″

″Are you suggesting...?″

″Yes. I want to reach their headquarters.″

Blanc smiled. ″Sounds good to me! I'm also curious about some things. Whatever happens, I'm here with ya, whether we live or die.″

″That's reassuring. I can use you as a human shield if the going gets rough.″

Blanc gave a weak laugh. ″It's so good to know you have an idea. You didn't seem so sure just a bit ago.″

I didn't have the heart to say I still wasn't sure and the plan I announced just seemed like the best course of action without a whole lot of thought. ″I had to think it over, but now that it's settled, that's what we're gonna do.″

There was just one problem. We stared at each other. We both knew what that problem was.

″How do we get there?″ We both said at once.

″Well, maybe my other me will send me the coordinates and...″ they paused. ″...No, that wouldn't work. I'm pretty sure they couldn't really do that,″ Blanc concluded while shaking their head. ″It's the thought that counts, right?″

I smiled, even if what I was going to say next was anything but cheery. ″Yeah, it is. In retrospect, it was a lost cause. As I said, I've got no clue what I'm doing.″

I plopped myself by Blanc and let out a deep sigh.

″Well, my idea was to reach their base, foil their operations, and get revenge. Those kind of plots don't really work out most of the time, though, do they? Life isn't Lethal Weapon. Acts of vengeance are just begging to go wrong.″

Blanc said nothing, only nodding.

″Whatever we do, will any of it matter?″

I couldn't understand why I was the one feeling so childish when Blanc was younger than me and so much more naive about the world.

″Maybe. Maybe not,″ Blanc grinned and shrugged.

I elbowed them.

″How can you keep that attitude at a time like this?″

Blanc looked up, index finger on their chin, shallow or deep in contemplation.

″Whether or not what I read was true, in an alternate universe, maybe you died, but maybe that you helped this you live. Who's to say whether that was the good universe, bad one, or ugly one? The trouble with concepts like time travel and multiverse theory or anything else of the sort is that there is no good or bad version. Maybe a different version of yourself had a better life and you worked in an office or a factory or something. Does that mean the world is a better place because of it? Or a worse place? The universe we have, right here and now, that's the one we're living in.″

I blinked. Blanc exhaled. ″That was a mouthful!″ They exclaimed.

″So what was the point of all that?″ I groaned.

″What's the point of any of this?″

I elbowed them again.

″Seriously. What should I do? I don't want to keep running away or hiding, but can I do anything? Should I do anything?″

″Which would make you happier?″

Without even thinking, I answered.

″Let's find those Fleshlight fuckers!″

″Um, I think you mean Flashbulb?″

I chuckled. ″Perhaps, but it sounded better in my head.″

The ship drifted through the air, moving forward, but no set destination. The two of us laid back on the bunk.

″Do you think in another universe, I have a wife and the two of us dismantle evil organizations?″ I asked with a hint of laughter.

″I don't know. Think in another universe I'm not a clone and I have a better grasp of my identity?″

We both laughed. ″If there's so many versions of us, we may as well all be clones.″

Just as I started to relax, a sputtering sound could be heard from below.

″The fuck?″ I shot up, bonking my head on the metal frame. I got up, rubbed my head, and looked down below.

″What's wrong?″ Blanc sat up, concerned. ″Is someone shooting at us?″

I shook my head. ″No...we're low on fuel. We won't be going anywhere until I can get more.″

″So what's going to happen? Are we going to crash? Is this the end of our journey?″

″Don't be so dramatic! This is an advanced aircraft! It's just going to descend wherever we are. We just won't be able to move again for quite some time.″

Upon landing, I pressed the button to open the door and let the ramp down. Blanc and I made our way out and stretched our arms and legs, blinded by the light from the sky that we were previously a part of. The air was arid, a crisp heat making its way through me. For a moment I wondered if I was in a Mad Max film.

″Great. Leave one desert and yet here we are in another one,″ I complained.

″Any idea where we're at?″ Blanc looked around, wondering. The only obvious answer was somewhere dry.

″Hold on,″ I told them, then ran back into my ship.

″Holy shit!″ I yelled. ″Yes!″

I ran back out, excitement overwhelming me.

″Well?″

″My ship says we've landed in southern Nevada.″

″Oh, huh. Back in the states, then?″

Blanc didn't seem as excited as I was. They missed the point.

″Say, wanna hitch a ride?″

Their eyes widened. ″What? Really?″

Yeah, I mean, sure? Why not? I think we're pretty close to the highway.″

Turns out we weren't very close at all. We hunched over as we walked, dragging our feet against the soft dirt. The sun served to mock us and our weary heads. Our mouths, begging us to take in some liquids, despite our brains knowing that we had none. It must have been hours before we even saw a road, the fact that we had no sense of direction not helping our case. When we reached the side of the road, Blanc fell over. On the other hand, I was ecstatic.

″Ready to visit Area 51?″ I egged.

″What? Isn't that place heavily guarded? Don't they shoot anyone on sight?″ Blanc wheezed, having trouble even forming words.

″Relax. If anyone who knows me sees us, they'll shoot me on sight long before we get there!″

I stuck my thumb out in front of me, ready for whoever may pick us up.

″Euphoria!″ I called down from the balcony.

Some crew members looked up, murmured amongst themselves, then walked away. I didn't care if they reported me. If I could find Euphoria in all this mess, it would have been worth it.

″The hell are you doing?″ Conrad snapped. I ignored him.

″Euphoria! Euphoria!″ I cupped my hands, and called out.

″You can't just wander around wherever you please causing trouble! There are certain places you can and cannot go, even if people were to believe you were a member!″

″Euphoria!″ That Blanc called out, as if yelling an emotion meant anything. We were standing on a bridge over one of many lobbies in this facility.

″The hell are you doing?″ I snapped.

Blanc ignored me, which only served to further incense me. An utter disregard for the order of things. Not even that. An utter disregard for their own safety. Instead of heeding my words, they continued yelling out that word, as if it served some kind of meaning.

Oh, but don't you know? Ecstasy teased. She knew something I didn't. I hated that.

″You can't just wander around wherever you please causing trouble! There are certain places you can and cannot go, even if people were to believe you were a member!″ I scolded. For a moment, Blanc stopped, and looked at me.

″I thought it would be worth a shot, y'know? Etna called Euphoria 'Euphemism' and even if that name was a lie, I thought The Flashbulb would know something about her.″

I still didn't have a clue what Blanc was talking about.

Oh, but I do. Don't you remember watching those camera feeds when Velvet hacked in? That image of that girl next to Blanc?

I must not have remembered very well. If it was an important detail, it would be a great reason to hate myself for overlooking it.

″Look,″ I leveled. ″Information between other departments are kept secret from each other. The average Flashbulb member isn't going to know what you're talking about, even if Etna does.″

Blanc snapped their fingers, and also seemed to snap back to their senses. ″You're right! I forgot all about that! I need to find the department she works for!″

I groaned.

Why are we doing this? I thought.

Don't you love the idea of playing with your food?

I'm not like you. I let you in to stay alive a little longer, nothing more.

″If you want to find the Morale Department, follow me,″ I pointed behind me.

″Thanks! Gee, you're really on my side after all!″

I shook my head. ″This is more for my benefit than yours.″ As familiar as this place was, it was becoming my hell.

Luck was finally on our side when a green Volkswagen pulled over and stopped just a few feet ahead of us. I lifted my head up, waiting for someone to poke their head out of the car, ask us where we're headed. Or rather, for a gun to poke out, pointing toward us and shooting us both. Either scenario seemed plausible, but both optimism and dread were drowned out by Velvet jumping for joy just behind me.

″Look at that! How convenient!″ She cheered. It almost reminded me of a certain someone, or something. I shook my head. ″Right when things get to a standstill, life has a way of moving us forward. Fancy that, huh?″ She continued.

She walked up to the car and peered inside. I half-expected some kind of blast to occur, my mind recalling what I read about our alternate selves. Instead Velvet mumbled something and turned back to me.

″Got some bad news for ya, kid,″ she announced.

I gulped.

″I call shotgun.″

Whether she could read my thoughts or not, for a second there I thought I saw a sly smile creep on her face. I was ready to bang my head against the soft dirt.

″Yeah, this dude's offering to give us a ride, but you're going to have to sit in the back,″ she continued.

Lamest plot twist ever, I wanted to say, but then I knew she would accuse me of stealing her line.

Despite whatever dangers may lurk in a stranger's car, I opened the door to the back seat and hopped in.

″So you into cryptids, too?″ The inhabitant of the driver's seat boomed. They turned around, a muscled and chubby figure with brown, curly hair and a ponytail.

″Uh...″ I wasn't sure how to answer.

″Y'know, cryptozoology?″

I was aware of the term. I've seen a few episodes of Unsolved Mysteries when I was a kid. I've been on the stranger parts of YouTube before. Still wasn't sure what that had to do with me, though.

″Oh, c'mon! Bigfoot? Mothman? Flying Spaghetti Monster? Purple People Eater?″

″I mean, I might have seen a ghost once? I've sure had some fucked up dreams,″ I admitted.

″Oh yeah! That's what I'm talking about! A true believer!″

Actually, when I thought about it, I doubt I've ever seen a ghost. Closest I may have come was when I encountered the previous me.

I fidgeted a bit with my fingers, digging my nails into the back of each hand. Our driver seemed friendly enough, but it was putting me off guard.

″Your friend tells me you two are headed to Groom Lake to do some sightseeing! Just so happens that's where I'm headed too! I wanna take as many pictures as I can!″ Our host beamed.

″That's right,″ Velvet replied. ″I've always told Blanche how this has been a dream of mine! I'd say 'before I die, I want to break into Area 51'. Well now I can!″

Blanche? Is that what she was calling me? Why was it so bad to say my name? Not that I minded all that much. It had a nice ring to it.

″You aren't really going to break in, though, are you?″

″No, not at all! That would be illegal! Illegal things aren't good!″ Velvet backpedaled, doing a bit of damage control.

″Amen! It's not like our government has anything to hide! They've already made our lives better in just the past year alone. It's just a tourist attraction, a way to entertain us!″

Velvet gave me a glance, as if to say, ″things have really changed since we've been holed up in Egypt, haven't they?″

All I could do was nod. I didn't know if my nod said anything other than ″I agree.″

″Well, my name's Art! I like to travel coast to coast in search of cryptids! I'm addicted! I could eat that shit up all day!″

″I'm Satin,″ Velvet introduced herself. What wasn't surprising was that she would use a fake name, but that she would use a name that didn't begin with the letter 'V'. ″And as you may have heard, that's Blanche.″

″Uh, hi,″ I waved.

″Don't mind Blanche. They're just a li'l shy,″ Velvet explained.

″No problem! Been there, done that! Now buckle up, this is going to be a long ride!″

My heart and my mind were still giving off warning signs. It didn't feel like me to be this way, but for one reason or another I was more comfortable with the Beiges than I was in a car with another human.

″So why do you think's in Area 51?″ Velvet asked.

″Oh, probably nothing. But it gets people interested. Like a forbidden fruit. Our government wants us to be happy, and I think a place like this serves its purpose. What about you?″

″Same,″ Velvet shrugged. ″But do you really believe that? Sounds more like a distraction than anything. I bet they really ARE hiding something. If not in there, then somewhere else.″

What are you doing? Are you trying to see just what you can get away with?

Art chuckled. ″I used to think the same thing, believe it or not! But over the years things have really gotten better. Ever since the ETNAvators, though, I no longer have my doubts! Even if they were doing something awful, it's like, who cares? Everyone's living a wonderful life! I must have teleported with it over a thousand times and each time I feel just a little bit better! I don't even know why I drive anymore! It may just be because I like the feeling of seeing where I'm traveling, y'know?″

I nodded. My past self only boarded it once, at least as far as I knew, but I already knew about the effects. Art must have been a very degraded clone.

″I gotta say, they could make me a slave for all I care and I'd still be in total bliss!″

I shuddered. Velvet was still leaning over, giving off that eerie grin, probably seeing just how much she could rock the boat.

″ETNA—what?″

″Where we're from, they're just called elevators,″ I explained, trying to ease any suspicion.

″Named after the ETNA Corporation, y'know? One of the biggest corporations in the world? Wow. I never thought I'd be explaining this to someone.″

″Yeah, seriously. Everyone knows that! I don't even know why I asked,″ Velvet brushed aside.

″You're silly, Satin,″ Art followed suit, not seeming to mind.

I sighed. I guess we didn't have anything to worry about after all.

″Though it does make you wonder, huh? The CEO's never had a public appearance. Could just be that she's shy or too busy, but makes you wonder if she even exists.″

″I've seen her! She tried to kill me!″ I blurted out. Art slammed on the brakes, screeching the car to a halt and lunging me forward. He turned around and stared at me.

″You two aren't normal people, are you?″ He asked, his eyes suggesting a suspicion I was hoping to avoid.

I hummed a tune, none in particular.

″Ecstasy says what you're humming makes her want to fuck.″

Conrad was walking in front, guiding me to the Morale Department.

″She wanted me to relay that message to you,″ he added.

″She's disgusting!″ I laughed, then went back to humming.

″Ugh! Could you just stop? There's so much going on in my head right now! Even if I thought well of you, I'd still be pissed off!″

″Sounds like a personal problem,″ I replied with a shrug.

″Are you doing this just to antagonize me?″

″We're friends, aren't we? That's what we do. We annoy each other!″

″We were never...″ he grumbled.

″Maybe so, but we're not antagonists. Whether you realize it or not, we have the same goal.″

That struck me. I finally realized what Blanc was setting out to do.

Without a second thought, I burst into laughter.

″You shouldn't have said anything! But you just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you? You really are the biggest idiot!″ A voice erupted from my mouth. ″Do you really think you'll accomplish any of that and live?″ Now that I knew, I couldn't stop myself. Or, I couldn't stop what was happening.

Black masses were forming out from my back, and a single word repeated at a mile a minute: kill.

″Now is the end for you, kid!″

Just as the shadows were about to shoot forth, pierce through and tear every piece of their skin, Blanc opened their mouth, not seeming to be fazed in the slightest.

″Oh look, we're here,″ I pointed out. We almost walked past it. While Conrad was having his monologue fit, probably under the influence of Ecstasy, I happened to notice the plaque on the door.

Conrad let out a deep sigh.

″Thanks for navigating me here! I couldn't have done it without you!″ I put my hand on the door, about to push it open.

″What? You can't just waltz right in! Do you really think they'll let you get away with that?″

″Oh, you! Went from wanting to kill me to worrying about my safety. You're in conflict with yourself. That's not healthy.″

I pushed open the door. I was met with a blue fluorescent lighting and the smell of a fresh paint. It was both fresh, nostalgic, and suffocating. Truly, a laboratory. Off in the distance was a tall lady in a lab coat, someone I was all too familiar with. Only instead of the long, silver hair, she had none.

″Hey there, Etna!″ I called out, waving my hand in frantic motions.

Rather than greet me with a hello back, she pulled out a pistol.

″I saw you on the cameras coming in. You're not someone I recognize. Who are you? What are you doing here?″

″I'm Dr. David Blaine of the Waste Management Department! I was just here to, uh, compare notes?″ I was struggling to find the words. Confronted with a gun wasn't such a confidence boost.

″I've checked the registry. There is no such person.″ She fired, the shot piercing through the air. I counted my lucky stars that it had missed. I ducked underneath a desk.

″No, Etna! Bad Etna!″ I yelled.

″I do not appreciate being patronized like this! You are trespassing! I have every right to shoot!″

Damn. She's right, but that doesn't mean I want to die here.

″Let's just talk this out! I'm here to save you!″

″Save me?″ She shot again. She wasn't sparing a single bullet. If she could hit me, she would.

Before I could answer her, which I wasn't even sure if she wanted me to, I heard the yelp from behind me. I turned around to see Conrad, against the wall, shot.

″The hell? You shot Conrad!″ I got up, pointed to the lifeless figure that had gotten me so far. ″All I wanted to do was tell you that Dr. Laharl and Dr. Vyers have plans to kill you and use your consciousness to make you an artificial intelligence!″

She lowered her weapon. ″...What?″

″I can't quite explain it, but I'm from the future! I know what happens to you!″

I heard a faint cough from Conrad. I didn't realize that he would still be alive, but I guess it would have taken more than one bullet to do him in.

She didn't look as angry as she did. In fact, she cracked a smile.

″I see. So that's what you were getting at,″ she observed. Hair appeared back on her head. The same long, silver hair. ″You thought this was the past, wasn't it? That once you got here, you could make things right? Be a hero? Save me?″ Her words, while fluttering with cheer, sounded so hollow.

I didn't have a response. I couldn't even grasp what was going on.

″You think we weren't aware of the Hall of Memories? That because you saw my memories, you could make things better, turn everything around? How noble of you.″

From behind me I heard laughter. First faint, then a storm. It wasn't Conrad's voice, but Ecstasy's. If the blood from Conrad's mouth didn't give it away, the tone of voice did.

″Here's the thing: it is all too easy to make false memories. Especially if you're a program, like me.″

″So you knew who I was the whole time?″ I mustered up my voice, enough to ask the question.

″From the very start, I led you here so I could see the look of despair on your face. To give you the idea that you could actually make a difference.″

″So all this...?″

″Just as it's always been,″ she soothed.

I was almost ready to accept death, but then, I wouldn't yet be happy.

I was so dead. We were so dead.

″Oh, don't pay Blanche any mind!″ Velvet joked, keeping her cool much more than I could.

Art didn't look convinced. He wouldn't let go of the gaze he held on me.

″Yeah!″ I managed to say. ″I think it was some dream I had, actually. Sometimes it's hard to tell those things from reality!″

His eyes lit up.

″You don't say...do you think maybe you're, like, psychic?″

I laughed at the notion.

Well, I have seen people's thoughts, in a sense, but it wasn't an innate ability of mine or anything, I thought of saying. Instead, I said: ″Who knows?″

″Still, in your dream, she tried to kill you? Why?″

Because I shouldn't exist. ″Because I stumbled into her lair.″

″Well, interesting dream, nonetheless. What about you, Satin? Anything interesting about you?″

″You know the group 'Majestic'?″ She asked.

He gasped. ″You mean the group of scientists that were tasked with recovering alien spacecrafts?″

″Yeah, well, I've nothing to do with that.″

″Oh. That's a bummer. So you guys are just normal tourists after all?″

″Whoa, dude! Don't get me wrong! We're not evil or anything, but we're not normal, either! In fact, we're 'supernormal'!″

″Don't you mean paranormal?″ I corrected Velvet.

″Shut up, Blanche, or I'll feed you to a jackalope!″

Art kept turning his head back and forth.

″Okay, look, if you guys are making fun of me, I swear, I will kick you guys out of my car and you'll have to walk!″

After a moment of silence, Velvet spoke up.

″Sorry if it came across that way, Artie. We're serious, though. In fact, we're 'paraserious'!″

″Okay! That was actually pretty funny!″ Art burst out laughing. He started the car back up and we were back on the open road. I pressed my head against the window, fogging it up, and wishing I could have been as suave as Velvet was. Someone who could have gotten out of situations with words alone. Art continued talking on and on about the various cryptids he loved reading about. Velvet was passed out in her seat. Truth be told, I may have been starting to warm up to Art. He may have been a little obsessed, but otherwise harmless.

″Say, I think I might know a cryptid you don't know of,″ I opened up with, hoping to entertain him.

″Oh? Try me.″

″Let's say there's this creature out in space that has landed on Earth. We don't know how, but it has. It can take the form of anything, anything at all, and it has the ability to bend reality. Alter whatever whatever happens to be in its vicinity until it crumbles in a self-destructive bliss. Then it moves on, whether or not aware of what it's done. Across the universe, civilizations have feared it, others have built cults around it.″

″Dude. Already know that one,″ he dismissed.

″What?!″

″Yeah, Xenu.″

I hung my head. I was trying to be as vague as possible about my personal issues, but I guess that might have been a little too vague.

″Well, maybe it goes by other names, too?″ I suggested.

Art shrugged.

″Sure, but I'm not really interested. The cult that worships Xenu is one of those subjects I just don't touch.″

I groaned and pressed my cheek once more against the car window. It was futile. I was the only one who knew of Euphoria's existence. Others may have seen her, and there was the Beige, at least until Conrad killed them all, if he still planned on doing that, but I was the only one who really got to know her. But then again, did I ever really know her at all?

As I contemplated the being I named Euphy, Velvet woke up and stretched out of her seat.

″We there yet?″ She yawned.

″Nah. Still got another few hours to go,″ Art replied.

″Great. Just great,″ she complained, then turned to me. ″Say, Blanche, wanna talk about some of the dreams we've had? It'll help pass the time.″

″Sure,″ I shrugged. I was bored as it was, and Art was probably tired of hearing the sound of his own voice.

So we began, telling stories to each other along the Nevada desert highway.

[therealraeartblog]

Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme YOU GOTTA DO ALL OF EM FOR SINK PLEASE RAE pls also have i mentioned that i love u lately

GEEZ FRIEND THAT’S A LOT OKAY UH

What does their bedroom look like? Covered in books and succulents and flowers/pretty rocks/spell ingredients in jars. She probably has one of those poster beds and dries bundles of nice-smelling herbs on the top of them so she can fall asleep to the smell of lavender. I can see her room being messy and cluttered in a Howl’s Moving Castle kinda way

Do they have any daily rituals? She likes to walk her garden at least once a day, and tries to read at least a few pages of whatever book she’s working through.

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often? I can’t see her exercising anything but her mind tbh

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy? She’s so used to living alone that she probably would need to adjust to the ‘there’s someone else in my kitchen’ thing first but she’d probably just kinda wait for them to be done in lieu of saying anything

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.) lmao she’s a messy witch there’s spell ingredients and chalk marks and books EVERYWHERE but her clothing is always immaculate.

Eating habits and sample daily menu Uh I can only really picture her daily habits as an objecthead and they don’t eat sorry. If she is cooking for herself she probs enjoys easy things, or things she can grow herself.

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time She doesn’t feel like a time waster, more an idler. She may drift through towns or cities without really interacting with anyone or anything, leaving early and taking the last train home, mostly due to the feeling of having nothing else to do and wanting to be surrounded by the world for a while

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging Fuck man i dunno she likes novels a lot and sometimes will spend the whole day reading, only to crash into bed at 7am and sleep it off

Makeup? She used to try to cover her burn scars but it got too tedious (plus they reach down to her hands and wearing makeup on your hands is just ugh). She doesn’t like people looking at her face so she doesn’t really wear any.

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such? uhhhh well she has the feeling that people don’t really like her/people are staring at her but idk if that would be a Neuroses

Intellectual pursuits? She is always trying to twist magic in unique ways and create new spells

Favorite book genre? Romantic Fantasy

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general? She is like the one oc i was hoping would be gay yet ended up surprisingly straight. She doesn’t give much thought to orientations in general (also she’s fuckin thick as a vault door when it comes to relationships and/or seeing other people’s romantic feelings for others and/or herself) but just happens to be attracted to Male-leaning individuals

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.) She’s got a big burn scar down half of her body, extending up to the left side of her face and down that shoulder/arm/hand/side. It’s mostly scar tissue now but it’s lighter than her normal skintone and thus very obvious, at least to her.

Biggest and smallest short term goal? biggest - to somehow convince Quet to keep coming over even after her debt is paid. smallest - to not get her balloon snagged on anything

Biggest and smallest long term goal? biggest - to somehow achieve the level of human attachment she sees around her. Smallest - To grow the most beautiful garden(tm)

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress She loves pretty dresses and skirts and always wears tights (they used to cover the burns on her legs, now it’s just a habit). She always has the moon amulet around her neck and enjoys dramatic coats and scarves

Favorite beverage? idk why but ‘hot cocoa’ popped into my head

What do they think about before falling asleep at night? The stars. Books she’s read recently. Spells she wants to try. Hex.

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them? I can’t really think of any? idk I haven’t thought much into her childhood except that she used to look up to witches in media. I’m sure at some point she got a stomach bug and spent two weeks marathoning harry potter and watching mary poppins on repeat

Turn-ons? Turn-offs? lmao i was gonna say she’s a sapiosexual but honestly even she’s not that pretentious. She does enjoy an intellectual conversation though. Turn-offs would be essentially anything crass or bigoted i suppose

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen? I imagine some sort of list or plan or recipe would end up on the piece of paper, or multiple at different angles across the page

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life? Not at all and yet they spend a surprisingly small amount of time actually looking for things. She knows where things are even if they’re sprawled everywhere.

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all? they care a LOT about intellectual pursuits and especially magical ones, they enjoy evocations and transmutations

How do they see themselves 5 years from today? Probably in the same situation in the next town over

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout? Honestly her plans are ‘exist in one place for as long as is convenient, leave as soon as you get the feeling people are growing tired of you’

What is their biggest regret? The botched spell that scarred her

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy? Best friend - Quet. Worst Enemy- probably Run.

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?) MAGIC

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies) DENIAL

Most prized possession? Her wand

Thoughts on material possessions in general? I mean she has mostly fleeting things- plants live and die, ingredients are used up. The most static thing she has are the amulet, her wand and her books, and none of these hold any extrinsic value

Concept of home and family?She doesn’t have a very strong one. Home is where she is, family is who she’s related to. It takes her a while to accept the family that found her more recently

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?) She’s very good at accidentally diving head-first into other people’s private lives, bc she has 0 experience with social cues

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time? I don’t know if they consider anything they do to be a waste of time tbh

What makes them feel guilty? When they accidentally cross a line they didn’t know was there, and end up pushing people away because of it

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making? DEFINITELY analytical

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality? Uhh I’m mostly blanking but i think type B?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained? Introvert time in the garden/tending to succulents

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither? Superiority, definitely

How misanthropic are they? I have done 40 questions and I’m not ashamed to say i cannot recall the definition of misanthropic and am not going to look it up good day

Hobbies? Reading, gardening, making spell jars and hanging pots

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education? She got pretty far in formal education (college at least) but sees no difference in where one gets their knowledge if they have it

Religion? I know a passing knowledge of wicca and paganism and I think Paganism? I really need to do more reading about it whoops

Superstitions or views on the occult? lmao she’s a witch my man

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds? words, because they don’t know how else to.

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal? *sideeyes @roseisfrommars‘s Hex* that one

How do they express love? Through quality time and small gestures, and tripping over words of admiration

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like? lmao wands out and enchantments flying she’s not using her fists

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not? girl she ded. she highkey already ded.

[sini-sterility]

Y’all finally get my backstory now.

@weaponizedhorse I FINISHED FINALLY

Alright motherfuckers, you asked for it; you're gonna fucking get it. You've finally unlocked Sini's tragic backstory.

Let's begin with the childhood depression due to intense emotion abuse and manipulation, causing me to try to kill myself, not once, but twice before the age of ten. However, it seems that my body liked the idea, because within two months of turning ten, my legs began to go numb, and I would experience random pain. I told the nurse at school; she didn't believe me. Stir this mixture of reckless negligence and bitchy old-lady nurse until two years have passed, and I am now completely paralyzed in constant literal agony 24/7, to the extent of not being able to sleep, stand, sit, lounge; you name it.

I wasn't nauseus, but the pain was so horrible that I would fake getting sick every day in order to stay home and not face the ridicule the least liked person in my entire school (I am honestly not exagerrating. I got into my school's spelling bee, and was the last 6th grader standing. They called your name, you stood up, waved to the crowd, and they cheered. They got to me, and I shit you not, less than 1/5th of the 6th grade class, none of the other students, and three teachers clapped, and that was as good as I got. Maybe I was annoying or something, I don't know. I was a very, very quiet kid, so I actually don't know what their deal was; there were much uglier people there than me, too) would get from acting like they can't feel their limbs or stand up, or be constantly hunched over in pain.

So I'd stay home with my dad and watch old cowboy shows, trying to ignore the pain. I remember how we treated it was Icy-Hot and a fuck-ton of Ibuprofen.

Eventually, my bullshit quack of a doctor finally clued in that, no, I was not just suffering from a particularly bad UTI. She actually fucking told us that I had a UTI. Because UTI's are reknown for causing pain so bad you literally can't think straight.

So, one day, a week after my 12th birthday (which was the saddest shit you've ever heard of; my mom made my favorite cake and my favorite food (Flan Cake and Chicken Curry), my Godmother was there with a bunch of books, I had a few really cool presents; my sister Shirley even got me a hair straightener at Goodwill, because I'd finally learned that thick curly hair with the mind of it's own (that mind being one of a psychopath) didn't stand a chance against hot iron. They sang happy birthday to me, and I remember that after they finished, I just put my head down on the table in cried. It was the single saddest moment of my life, aside from April (which is another can of worms all together, and very few people know about it).

Anyway, a few days after my mom took me to the doctor, and at this point I had given up on trying to present any semblence of an ability to walk or feel anything at all, so I was in a wheelchair. The doctor saw how much pain I was in (fucking finally), and that I truly felt no sensation anywhere, and immediately sent me to a Neurologist in Indy.

We got there an hour later, and the Neurologist took one look and ordered an emergency MRI – that turned out to be a very traumatizing experience, as the even more amplified pain (metal + back issues of the highest caliber + loud noises + bright flashing lights = Literal torture. To this day I can't go in MRI machines without being knocked out (But I secretly love it because I get to play a little game I like to call 'Resist'. It's basically the game they have you do where you count up to or down from 100, only you ask the Anesthesiologist to push the anesthetic in as slowly as possible, and start counting. When you start to feel it kicking in, you count as fast as possible. My record is 128 bitches <3).

They were only able to get 15 minutes of an MRI with me, before the panic and pain were too much for me and I started convulsing. After that, they checked me into the hospital overnight while they went over the results.

You know that shit's bad when the next day the ICU Oncologist comes in at 7 am the next morning to tell your mom that you need emergency surgery right away, but don't tell you why.

It turned out that I had stage 4 (better known as terminal) Neuroblastoma. There were three main problematic tumors; one that was slung over my left shoulder and attached to the upper left lobe of my lung (bigass motherfucker holy shit it was enormous. They had to cut out a piece of my lung to get ride of (most) it.), one the size of a softball pressing on my brain, just above the temple (They drilled my skull open, and scooped it off my scalp like a blob of strawberry preserves, which is what it looks like anyway btw. They were nice enough to honor a request I made, and take a picture of the tumor. BUT THEY DIDN'T FUCKING SEND IT TO ME, THEY SENT IT TO MY DAD VIA TEXT, AND WE ENDED UP LOSING THE DAMN THING >:O), and then the worst one; the mac daddy of Neuroblastoma tumors.

It was a long, thick, malignant tumor that had infused itself with my spine, and was subsequently cutting off my spinal cord – thus causing all of the pain and the paralysis and numbness. It gave me a hella sweet scar though, shit looks like a zipper along my spine!

After they removed what they could of the spinal tumor (which still to this day causes me a great deal of pain. I'm on 10 mgs of Oxycodine up to 6 times a day, and more often than not I need 7 pills in one day.), they told my parents that I had maybe two months to live. That they were going to send me home with them with a car full of all the medical supplies they could spare us, and that I was going to be very dead, very soon.

Needless to say, everyone was shocked when the third month rolled around and I was still alive – and learning how to walk again. It's taken me 6 years to be able to walk up and down stairs, and depending on the treatment or how long they keep me in the hospital, I occasionally still need my walker. (Sparkly red thing with little stickers all over it. I think we gave it to my grandma, but I'm not sure?) They upped my prognosis to 6 months and then it would be all over, but by then Obamacare went into effect, and that got the ball rolling for CHIPS, and that little thing that so many Americans hate because they “don't want to pay for a stranger's abortions!” (actual reason I was given once. I know that there are real reasons, but I still am okay with paying a little bit extra each month so that another kid who's like I was six years ago today, might have a chance to beat the odds in an overwhelming way. Again, that's just me, and I'm probably over simplifying the matter.), is most likely the main reason I'm still alive.

See, because I was accepted into two (or maybe three, I'm not sure?) forms of health insurance because of the Obamacare plan, I was able to begin treatments within almost a month of diagnosis. After four months passed, they began to fit and train me to use a wheelchair at home, as it was an impossibility that I would ever walk again (or use fine motor control for that matter).

Two months after that, just six months after being told I was already dead; six months of hellish PT and OT; six months of taking chemo and painkillers and throwing up blood – and I fucking walked out of that God forsaken hospital with my walker and my family.

That was six years ago. My body is still healing, and I've had plenty of physical and psychological horrors since ( ie. Kathleen aka 'The ex that raped me last year', my mother becoming even more abusive towards me, to the point of egging me on in cutting myself, and losing most of my cats because they were outdoor and we weren't around enough for most of them to want to stay, for starters. Fortunately, the one that did stay was my kitty, Alice. She moved into my current house with my dad and I after my dad won sole custody of me during their divorce (those two NEVER should have gotten married, they hate each other so fucking much.), and she's been a driving force in my will to live and fight ever since. The week she went missing was the most miserable week of my life.) the beginning, but I've got something I never had as a child now; a will to live. A reason to live. It's honestly the reason I still believe in God, as twisted as that sounds. I had actually been begging God to just kill me and get it over with in the weeks leading up to my diagnosis, and though it seems like being told you have terminal (which, just incase some of you guys don't know this, does not actually mean that you're totally deadsies; it means that there are no approved treatments or treatments that are proven to be effective, so you have the two options of going home or staying in the hospital while they make you as comfortable as possible as you wait to die a slow, horrible death of cancer; or you subject yourself to potentially deadly, painful, and horrible experimental trials to try and find a cure for yourself and others like you. Guess which one I picked! Ahh, the stories I could tell you... I'd be willing to write another one of these if anyone is interested in my hospital horror stories.) cancer would be your answer in the affirmatory. But for some reason, that's not how I took it. I took it as a sign that I'm supposed to live, at least for as long as I'm needed to do something to make the world better. It sounds crazy; superstitious; egomaniacal to say this, but when I think about everything I've been through, the multiple attempts at killing myself yet living through each time, and the overwhelming feeling I got when I was told I was as good as dead, but I honestly feel like I'm supposed to do something big, even mildly so. I don't know what, but that thought drives me every day to quite literally be that change that I want to see in the world.

I haven't made a suicide attempt ever since diagnosis; I rarely try or succeed to hurt myself anymore, and when I get in that state, my first move is to call up my sister Lilly, or talk to @typical-atheist-scumbag, or even talk to my dad nowadays, rather than just go ahead and grab a razor blade. I'm entirely about absolution and forgiveness as long as a person is genuine, and I try to be as passive and understanding – yet not quite neutral – to other people's beliefs as I possible can be. I stretch myself thin trying to help other people, but I honestly feel all the better for it.

This lovely little “inspirational” (*eyes roll into the back of my head*) piece isn't even half of it, but it's the major stuff. I included that bit at the end to show that even though I've had a pretty bullshit lot in life, I absolutely refuse to let it kick me down.

You may laugh at how stupid and pretentious I sound now.

[snowinkling]

Teachers.

There has only been one teacher I’ve had who has been so bad at teaching a classroom full of students that I’ve come out of it learning nothing but hard life lessons. That is, until now. These two teachers are, in my opinion, some of the worst people you could ever have teaching you in your entire life.

I’ve had some OK teachers before, who go into class, do their jobs, help students out who don't understand the lesson they’re being taught, and then go home for the day.  I’ve also had some great teachers before too, who do all of that, and actually try their hardest to get their students to pass their classes and help them in any way they can. I’ve also had bad teachers too, who either can't control a classroom full of students, can’t teach students a group setting, are too quiet, or some combination of the three. These two teachers are so bad, so unprofessional, that those who I have told this story to feel like they were taught by these same teachers and feel disgusted to have even heard of their names.

In my academic life, I was by no means a smart kid, but I wasn’t dumb either. No one is, really. You either understand a subject to excel in it, enough to get by in life with it, struggle with it, or you just flat out do not understand how it works. And that’s OK. I was able to get by in math well enough to get at least a B in, until I reached grade 7. This is where I first had what I had considered the worst teacher I’ve had in my entire life. Her math classes consisted of going up to the front of the class, writing down what page she wanted us to read from our textbooks, write down what questions to answer on what page in said textbook, and then say “ok do this and if you have any questions, feel free to ask.” and then went to her desk. That was it. Nothing else. This was also the year where the answers were printed in the back of the book, too, and I kid you not, every single one of my classmates took a look at the back of the book at one point during the entire school year. Hell, one of my former classmates even swears he had seen the teacher paint her toe nails during our work period in math, instead of teaching us math like she was supposed to. Other classes she taught were either mediocre at best, or she wasn’t really trying to teach it at all. Religion class was the only exception, because as students attending catholic school, teaching us students how to be closer to Jesus Christ meant more to her than teaching us how to solve math problems herself, apparently.

One more thing I’ll say about this teacher: She never liked anyone, but she really did not like me, for one reason I will believe until the day I die: she hated my brother. Oh yes, she’s one of those teachers that if you’re related to someone she’s taught, she will shove her opinion of your siblings onto you. The year my brother had her as a teacher was the same year she divorced her husband, and had shoved her anger onto him, and since I am related by blood to him, I was the teacher’s new target for her disdain. She has also been known to make her students cry, and for me, this had happened several times, too. This all happened 9 years ago. To this day, I will always be thankful my younger sister never had a teacher - not jealous, god no, I would never want her to go through what my brother and I did - for she was never a subject of this teacher’s wrath.

The sad truth I learned from this particular teacher is that if the teacher doesn't  care enough to teach their students properly, then why should the students care enough to learn the course material? One of the most earliest signs of this I can recall is when I was in grade 8, when I and five other people in my grade were told to stay in the class instead of go to recess because we had failed our first math test of the year. I can’t really recall what exactly had transpired then, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if another student told our grade 8 teacher what we had learned, or lack thereof, the year before.

Today, I am a college student in their final semester of their program of choice - Game Programming. Getting to this point was difficult, but I'm on the final stretch. This semester of my program is dedicated to working on the final project for our entire program. our final project? Make an entire game either using a pre-made game engine (eg. Unity or Unreal), or by making a custom-built engine. Doesn't matter how, just make a game. Simple enough, I’ve been learning how to code since I was in grade 11, so this shouldn't be too hard. What makes this easier is that almost all of our classes are designed around helping us with making our final project in time for when we have to present them to potential employers. And then, there’s my Mobile Programming class - which will be known hereafter as iOS Programming.

This teacher, on the first day of classes, has told us that he has failed at least half the class the year prior, and has said that he’s gotten bad reviews on how he’s taught the class in the past because he doesn't “hold your hand” throughout the course. Ok, sure, teacher’s shouldn't be “holding their students hands” throughout the entire semester, as we need some room to learn how to program things on our own. There’s really only one problem with his statement though: Up to this point, the only other mobile programming class we, as college students, had taken before his class was Android Programming.

For a little background, Android Programming involves using Android Studios to create apps/games in, and uses the Java coding language while iOS programming involves using a program called Xcode, used for programming applications for a variety of Apple devices, and uses a variation of the C++ coding language. On the same day, my iOS teacher has said “you’re third years, you should know this by now” when in reality this is our first time dealing with programming for iOS devices. He has also told us that he doesn’t have a good outlook on the gaming industry either. This teacher also expects us to present him material at industry level - which is fine if we were in the industry already. We are not, as we are still students in the program learning how to use Xcode for the first time. He has also threatened to kick students out of class, knowing full well there's only a limited amount of rooms with Mac computers in the entire school for us to use to get work in his class done. He treats us students like we are his employees and also like middle school children. It’s insane.

In my second class with him, he was teaching us how to use Xcode in a way none of us could follow, followed by how to use GitHub to upload our projects onto. Knowing how to use GitHub is great for us to know, since it’s the only way we could store our projects somewhere without losing progress. The way he taught us was through slides, but it wasn’t until a certain slide came up that became an issue. The slide contained a picture of a man giving the middle finger to the camera, and to myself and anyone that knows me, I thought nothing of it and went back to looking at whatever was on my screen, until I felt the urge to pee. My first mistake was to get up to go to the washroom while that slide was still up. On my way out, my teacher asks me if I’ll be back. In verbatim, I answered, “Yes, I have to pee.” and then left for the washroom. My second mistake was not to ask him why he asked. Only after I left did he explain why he asked me if I was coming back, as he thought I was offended at the picture in the slide. If I had stayed and asked, I would have gotten the same answer, and I would have told him off by saying “If you think that picture would be offensive to some people, then do not include it in your slides. I am not offended at it, but I am disappointed that you assumed I was.”

That incident shouldn't have been such a big deal to me were it not for the fact that I cannot let go of things easily - or at all in some cases - and if it were not the day before aunt flow came to visit. For the third week, he had taught us about using sprites and the UI kit in Xcode, again in a way none of us could follow - and through slides too. At that point, I tried following along, but no matter what he was saying nothing made sense to me, and asking him for help would lead me nowhere; to me, he doesn't come off as the type of teacher who would help you to save your life. After that, there was some time left in class for some of us to pitch our app ideas. Yes, the teacher’s course for the entire semester is dedicated to building an app that he finds complex enough for us to do. I did not present that day, as I was more focused on ironing out my app idea.

The next week, the first half of the class was dedicated to presenting our app ideas to the class. I was the last to present, and I had given a decent pitch for what I wanted to do in his class, detailing all I wanted to add into it. Some of my classmates had given me more ideas to work with, which I appreciated. The teacher had asked me a question I had already addressed in my pitch, too, and I had to explicitly tell him that yes, I planned to include it in, and that I had also mentioned it in there too. So he apparently didn’t hear me say that, and judging by the fact that I also had that same answer to his question up for the whole class to see, his eyesight is worse than his prescription. Once I had sat down, he had told everyone present in my class that we, as a block full of students, that we had done a better job at presenting our app ideas than the other block - who are in the same year as us and being taught the same class. From what a friend in the other class told me, he had said that my class had done a better job than them. I told him that as a teacher, he should not be saying that, which he said, “it’s true, this class presented your ideas better than the other class” to which I reminded him that, as a teacher, he really should not be saying those things. After that, we went on with the class.

And now, this brings us to what had transpired about 12 hours ago. The teacher had told us that he wanted us to put our projects onto GitHub though an application called SourceTree and to integrate a kit called Firebase into our project from the Firebase website. There was really only one problem: I had no idea how to start my app, as my app was a bit unique to what my peers were doing. Xcode has different application types to choose from: Single View App, Game AR app, Document-Based App, Page-Based App, Tabbed App, Sticker Pack App, and iMessage App, and these are just for iOS development, which we were stuck with using. From this list, I know my app idea wasn’t a game, an AR app, a tabbed app, a sticker pack app, or an iMessage app. That left me with single view, document-based, and page-based. My app idea deals with documents in a certain way, so I was under the inclination that it was document-based, but I wanted to know what my teacher thought. Remember when I said that I had made two mistakes? Here was my third; asking my teacher for help.

To be honest, I was giving him sass, which wasn’t smart, but any respect I had for him was gone the second his classed started at the beginning of the semester. He had told me to stop giving him attitude, since he was being unhelpful with solving my problem, so I retaliated by saying “wow, you sound like my dad.” It’s the same thing my dad would tell me to try to get me to stop giving him attitude, which never works. This teacher then said “do you want me to kick you out of the classroom?” in a tone which scared me to be completely honest. I shut up and just started dissociating while he reluctantly helped me with a completely different issue: uploading my non-existent project onto GitHub. I was just so out of it that I started putting in credentials to what he wanted me to use that I know I wouldn’t remember. At that point I didn’t care about that. While the teacher was busy doing whatever to get my project onto GitHub, I was holding back tears. I didn't want to stay in that class anymore, and I don’t ever want to go back into that class again. Not while he’s the teacher. Once everything was said and done, I packed up my things, got up, and left. Thankfully this time I wasn’t questioned, though it was hard to keep tears from flowing. I barely made it out of the building before I started to cry.

This post has gotten really long, and it may have diverted from its original course, but both my grade 7 teacher and my iOS programming teacher are prefect examples of people who don’t care enough to teach their students the course material. Don’t put in the effort to teach, don't expect perfect results from your students. Don’t be unprofessional in front of your students. If you want them to present you with work that exceeds expectations, then teach them the tools to get them to create it.

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I changed my address about 6 months ago and was pleased to see that, although there was an increase, the increase on my insurance wasn't massive. I recently called to get a quote on putting my girlfriend on the insurance as a learner driver and they have now said that as they didn't process the change of address form properly before they are doubling my insurance quote. I am confused by this as I live in an incredibly secure, gated property and I am wondering if, as they have admitted the mistake, they are able to do this out of the blue like this?""

Auto insurance rate increase for California?

i noticed this year 2008 when i was up for my 6 month renewal monthly payment plan that my payments were higher. i bought my car, a mazda cx-7 june of 2007 and i was paying $95 a month, now i have to pay $114 a month. no new accidents or tickets since buying the car. i was expecting nothing to change, but then i noticed this. so i called them (esurance) today and they told me that all of California had premium increases. is this true? i had a feeling they were bullshi**ing me. can someone please give me a link to this in the news or something if this is true? are there any other reasons why my premium should have gone up if i didnt change anything on it from last year? i always thought if everything is the same and my record is clean it should go down slightly every renewal? should i shop around? (26, male, san jose, ca, good driving record, esurance car insurance)""

What's good insurance for young adults?

I'm 21 & I currently have insurance with the car lot I purchased my car from. What are good full coverage but affordable insurances?

How much will insurance cost for a 16 year old on a Mustang GT?

I work and I wanted to know how much will it cost we are currently on progressive insurance.

""Any way I try, I can't seem to get Car insurance for less than 4000!?""

I passed my test last week on Thursday, found myself a VW polo yesterday, and cannot seem to get insured for less than 4000. I'm 17 years old, just passed, no previous problems or anything, full UK passport etc. The car is a 3 door, 1 litre hatchback. I've attempted to get quotes on other cars as well. I've also tried applying as a second driver, with my father as first. He has 9 years no claims discount and a perfect motoring record. The result is the same. Nothing for less than 4000. I don't understand why it is so much cheaper for others around me to get such cheap insurance! A girl i know got insured a few months ago on her old Citroen A3. She's also 17. The company she found quoted me 4103, whilst she is paying 1300! Where am I going wrong?""

How to convince my dad to insure the car? Thanks?

I had a car accident in my 2004 Honda under my dads insurance. Im 19 and I didnt get dropped from insurance. The accident had 3 claims of bodily injuries and a total loss car & I was at fault. I have the money to buy another vehicle but my dad wont insure it till the case settles. How do I convince him to insure me now while the case is settling? Hes afraid I might crash before the case is settled but I learned from my car mistake. What do I say? Thanks

Does anyone have a suggestion for maternity insurance?

my husbands new job is a small business that does not have group policy insurance but they help us pay the premium through anthem blue cross- i looked up their policies and there is a 1 year waiting policy for maternity and we do not want to wait so i am wanting to know if anyone knows of some good maternity insurance. thank you

Showing proof of insurance after citation (in Texas)?

Hello, i received a citation for driving uninsured a couple days ago (my court date is the 15th). I got a letter in the mail today saying i would have to pay a fine of $300.... ...show more""

What is your opinion on having to obtain car insurance?

I am doing a essay on car insurance. I would be much appreciated if everyone could give me their input on it and how they feel about having to have it. thank you so much for your help!

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What is the best auto insurance for teens?

What is the best auto insurance for teens?

$100 month car insurance is that a good deal ?

$100 a month car insurance is that a good deal ? 16, i have no drivers license yet ( still getting it in a month) i dont know if he included the good student discount (i don't think that i'm a good student, although i'm in college)""

If you pay your car insurance for the whole year but sell that car with in the year?

ok so if you brought car insurance for a whole year and then sold the car 5 months later can you get the rest of the money back from the insurance for the other 5 months you don't need the insurance.

Do you buy the car first then get insurance or the other way around?

How could you get insurance if u don't have a car to fill out the car quotes info like millage, make, year, and so forth if u did not buy the car as yet?""

Why is it that the Republicans Party Sucks up so much to the Insurance Companies?

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Motorcycle insurance?

Anyone know where I can get cheap bike Insurance I'm looking for basic coverage on a 650cc Yamaha Maixm I just got my licence in May. I live in Ontario Canada.

""How much would it cost me if i got my car towed in Trenton, NJ for driving w/o insurance?""

How much would it cost me if i got my car towed in Trenton, NJ for driving w/o insurance?""

What car will be cheaper on insurance? 2002 Hyundai tiburon or 2000 Toyota celica?

So I'm hoping to get one of them by next year (when i'll have my license) and i know they'll both be pretty expensive on insurance but, which one do you think would be cheaper? i really need to know this asap! thank youu!""

How much does car insurance cost in Ontario for a new female driver?

I'm getting my G2 license in a few days, and want to start looking into buying a car. I'd probably get the first cheapest, used car I can find. I need to know how much insurance will cost, roughly. I am seventeen-years-old, I get average, or above average grades, and I am a new driver and legal citizen of Ontario, Canada.""

Is medicaid good insurance?

Im pregnant, nn I'm currently unemployed, without health insurance, and I was just wondering if medicaid ia good insurance?""

How much does third party insurance cost on average?

Does it depend on the car you buy? How much on average would you pay per year for third party insurance? Thank you

Is insurance lower on an rx8 or 350z?

and how much of a difference is there on average? im 23, got a few speeding tickets, thats about it""

How much does it cost to get a $1 Million Insurance policy for a film?

Approximately how much would it cost to obtain a $1 Million Dollar Insurance Policy for a feature film shoot? No fancy stunts or explosions, a few car scenes with car mounts, shooting on the RED camera with a 5-ton grip truck. Any ideas? All the websites that give quotes make you fill out a lot of information to obtain a quote from a representative. I just need an estimate.""

How much is teenage car insurance?

I am 15 years old and going to have my permit. I want use my dad's car who already has insurance. But, based on certain websites they say i need to include licensed drivers on my dad's car insurance. I think we do not have me listed. Is it possible to include me as a licensed driver. I am currently under Nationwide. Will it cost me to be included? If, so how much or what is the average and how do I do it?""

Adding my dad as a second driver on my insurance - is it legal if he won't actually be driving my car?

I don't mean fronting! I know that is illegal. I've been researching tips on getting good insurance rate (as a 21 year old new female driver I know it will be expensive no matter what though) and they always recommend adding a second or third driver. But only my dad drives, but he would not be driving my car. Is it illegal to add him as a second driver?""

Teen car insurance (I NEED HELP KNOW!!!)?

I'm 16 year old and i want to get an car insurance for on my own policy separate from my parent how much would it cost if my car was a 2005 Ford Mustand Gt and i was leasing it out.

2008 Toyota Camry Insurance?

I much am I looking to pay for insurance on a 2008 Toyota Camry. I am 18 years old with a clean driving history.

Affordable Care Act?

My wife is 54 with diabetes (insulin) and high blood pressure. I care about my wife and want to act to buy her what i can afford which is up to 200 dollars a month. I can not fine an insurance company that will take her. What do i do when she won't qualify for medicaid either.

What kinds of things can give you lower auto insurance?

I'm planning to buy a car in a couple months, what types of things should I look for to keep insurance as cheap as possible? I've heard two-door costs more on insurance than four-door, is that true? Does it matter if it's automative or manual? (I can drive both, so doesn't matter to me). Any other tips? Thanks!""

Am I covered under my parents car insurance?

I got my License yesterday and I want to drive my parents car, am I covered by their car insurance? I am 16 Years old.....""

What's the cheapest car insurance company you have found??

I just bought a new car--now comes full coverage & plates. It's a 2003 Mazda w/ 18,000 miles. Does the year or the mileage make insurance or plates higher? Do they request tickets for the last 3 or 5 years? You have to have full coverage when making payments right? I'm thinking Geico is the cheapest I've found so far?""

Best car insurance for my children while they're at university?

My two children (aged 20 and 18) have gone to university this year. They've left their car (VW Polo) at home. What is the best way to insure this car now? It's only getting used when they pop home, and a bit more over Christmas and Easter, probably summer too. However I can't find any insurance that will take this into account. I've got my own car, so theirs is just sitting there for 8 or 9 months out of the year. Does anybody know of any insurance providers that will insure a car while taking this into account?""

How much would car insurance be for a 17 year old?

Should be getting a car soon, think it's going to be a 96 Cutlass Supreme, the 2 door. Mileage is probably really high, it's an old car, my grades aren't so hot e.t.c. Never got a ticket, crash anything like that. First car, anything else im missing lemme know.""

What is the average car insurance rate for a 17 year old female?

In the state of Michigan I just want to know what is the average car insurance rate for a 17 year old female. I am just getting my license in November,/December I won't be getting a vehicle until next April.""

How much does Auto insurance cost in Mass?

I am moving to Mass, and am curious if someone can give me an idea about how much it would cost to insure a 97 Acura CL 4 cylinder car. I am having a hard time finding quotes online. Round about numbers would help.""

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