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Oh my god I am so sorry but seeing this just triggered my genetics autism (that I usually reserve for my obsession with rabbits) hardcore and I had gone on an hours-long rant about this with my friends previously and I am going to become an unskippable cutscene so please forgive me. (Also to note, we're not going to really bother with the miracle of spontaneous mutation with this because that's literally just when an individual has a gene that suddenly manifests on its own without input from a heritable source either in utero or later in life when their DNA does something particularly creative with itself. Psitanium exposure also has its own canonical hand in doing this to individuals who previously possessed no such aptitude whatsoever so we can actually just leave that as another option for genetic tomfoolery.)

So, genetics are weird. I know I don't have to tell you this, but I'm not sure if everybody knows exactly how weird they can get, especially when you have more than just one single locus at play that determines how something shows up phenotypically. And having multiple dominant and/or recessive traits in the same locus further complicates things to the point of madness. Not only that, but if you have specific modifiers or alleles that do the same thing but are on different parts of a chromosome, things get wack. AND there's also the whole bit where if you have a bunch of modifiers that affect a certain gene and if that specific gene is not present, then those modifiers are functionally useless on a phenotypical level.

First, let's pretend that psychic aptitude is wholly affected by one single locus with a common on/off gene coding with only a dominant/recessive and one wildtype gene present. Super simple. Either you have a dominant gene where you only need one to be psychic or you have a recessive gene where you need both to be psychic.

Psychic Locus: [Pˢʸ], [P], [pˢʸ] [Pˢʸ] - Dominant psychic aptitude [P] - Wildtype/No aptitude [pˢʸ] - Recessive psychic aptitude

In order to explore this, you have to work backwards like you were tracing a pedigree (I do this with rabbits all the time and this is where most of my autism is focused so bare with me lol). You fill out the genes that you KNOW would have to be present in the most recent generation and then you can start filling out unknowns in the parents and grandparents from there because they're the sources that these genes will have to come from. We know that Raz is psychic. So I'll fill this out two ways for hypothetical sake; dominant and recessive configurations will be notated together with the recessive configuration framed in a black box.

You can see here that depending on whether or not that the gene for psychic aptitude is dominant or recessive, it changes the requirements in the family tree for the genotype to be true.

If the gene for aptitude is dominant, only one parent needs to donate it and you either use it or lose it. If the gene is recessive, then it can be carried through in secret through generations until it matches up with another copy of itself.

Recessives are forever and those little buggers can get up to a lot of mischief over a prolonged period of time before they show up in a throwback/pop-out seemingly out of nowhere.

This is probably the most simplistic way to deal with this as far as inheritance goes. Now let's make this more complicated by adding another locus that affects intensity of psychic aptitude. :) Intensity: [Cʰ] - High aptitude [cʰ] - Low aptitude So now this means that any psychic with aptitude will now have a specific variance that their ability to use their powers will be set by as a baseline genetic talent. So an individual with the [pˢʸpˢʸCʰ_] or [Pˢʸ_Cʰ_] will have psychic powers with a high aptitude level. They'll be more innately powerful than someone with a [pˢʸpˢʸcʰcʰ] or [Pˢʸ_cʰcʰ] genotype who will have to work at it to attain the same amount of skill and will most likely be hard-capped by the amount of mental fortitude/stamina that they have.

This adds a whole other layer of nuance to how psychics are able to manifest and hone their powers. This also gives more cushion to non-psychic people where they can carry high or low aptitude modifiers while also being non-psychic like this [P_Cʰ_] or this [P_cʰcʰ]. They can totally pass those modifiers on to their kids or to even influence their own aptitude should they be exposed to enough psitanium to prompt a spontaneous mutation that would make them a psychic and not make them lose their minds instead. But we can make this even worse! Let's add another locus that affects the developmental age where a psychic's brain starts to actually hone and use its powers. Growth pattern: [Oⁿᵃᵘᵗ] - Early (0-12) [O] - Teen/Young adult (12-21) [oⁿᵃᵘᵗ] - Adult (21+) Now we're cooking with gas! This means that we can now fiddle with the growth rate of an individual's psychic powers. We can start notating psychics with early and strong growth (like Raz) as [Pˢʸ_Cʰ_Oⁿᵃᵘᵗ_] or [pˢʸpˢʸCʰ_Oⁿᵃᵘᵗ_]. This is also the way even the non-psychic members of a family will still possess the same modifiers as their psychic counterparts due to heredity. This even means that non-psychics who still have the modifiers for psychic powers as [P_cʰcʰOoⁿᵃᵘᵗ] or [P_Cʰ_oⁿᵃᵘᵗoⁿᵃᵘᵗ] or whatever where they totally would be one of the most badass, unstoppable psychics to ever live but they don't have any of those much-needed [Pˢʸ] or [pˢʸpˢʸ] genes and they're stuck with a whole lot of potential stuck behind the unmovable wall of non-psychic-ness that is [P]. Here's where we can actually complicate things even further by experimenting with loci that further modify the original [Psychonaut] genome that affect specific power affinities that a given psychic has. Or even to affect the color of their respective powers. Or the hard limits of their powers, perhaps! If you want to go completely off the shits, you could even experiment with introducing another locus that does the exact same thing as the Psychic Aptitude [Psy] locus but it's located on another chromosome so that opens the door to two psychic parents doing nothing but perplexingly producing kids who are ALWAYS non-psychic because of the dirge of heterozygosity. (In rabbits, there are THREE different genes that code for the exact same velvety-plush rex fur mutation but are incompatible with one another so if you breed two together with the homozygous [rex1] and the [rex2] genes, ALL of their babies will be normal-coated because neither parent has the required recessive in either of those loci to do anything other than pair them up with a normal-coated dominant gene. It's screwed up and weird.) Another layer you absolutely could go insane with is incomplete dominance and a lengthy dominance hierarchy. Most dominant traits will only use one code and leave its identical buddy gene alone but incomplete dominance means that they will layer over each other to strengthen the original effect vs showing up at a base strength when paired with a higher or lower tier dominant gene. There are also some recessive traits will also punch through certain dominant genes in their locus to show up in weird ways even though they're supposed to be covered up under normal circumstances.

But yeah, expand the genetic horizon as much as you dare to! Layer things and add as many modifiers as you want to explain stuff and make things interesting. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk I will shut up now lol

~PSYCHIC GENETICS~

So I keep trying to think about how genetics would work regarding someone being a psychic or not. It's obviously not super common to be a psychic but probably more common than people might expect in the world with stigma against it. I'm thinking like left-handed type percentage maybe which is around 10% of people.

But I'm using blue eyes as a reference point regarding looking into genotypes for psychic brain activity and I think I can make that work with that headcanon because around 8-10% of people have blue eyes.

So here's my concept for the psychic genotypes and phenotypes and how it plays into my character headcanons....(and I guess I'll see if any of my current headcanons are disproved by this theory too I guess lol!) Let me bust out some Punnett Squares and interpret the results. (I know that realistically to explain it better it wouldn't be determined by a single trait for the genotype and that a multi-trait explanation could probably type the phenotypes I created in a much more comprehensive way but I'd rather just go basic for right now ^_^)

Okay so here's the outcome of a homozygous nonpsychic and a homozygous psychic. All heterozygous outcomes. I choose to believe that the heterozygous outcomes can present in a number of ways, including:

Completely under-the-radar psychic presence that the individual is fully unaware of, functionally nonpsychic

Outright psychic with a psychic awakening from a young age like a homozygous psychic would typically have

"Weaker" psychics or psychics with a more limited skillset

"Spiritual" type individuals with some sort of psychic awareness without the outright presence of psychic "powers"

I personally think that the "strength" of a psychic's power has something to do with lineage, and not necessarily whether the genotype is purebred recessive for the psychic phenotype.

So here's an example with my headcanons for the Aquato lineage.

Zalto - the more "spiritual awareness" type psychic presence without actual powers

Mithra - fully realized psychic with very strong powers including visions

Lucrecia - fully realized psychic from a young age

Marona - functionally nonpsychic

Lazarus - fully nonpsychic

Augustus - limited skillset psychic / possibly just untrained

I like to assume that both of Donatella's parents are fully nonpsychic. This puts the kids' respective genotypes and phenotypes as:

Dion [NN] - fully nonpsychic

Frazie [Nn] - outright psychic

Razputin [Nn] - outright psychic

Mirtala [NN] - fully nonpsychic

Queepie [Nn} - psychic with limited skillset, fully unaware of psychic status

With the 50/50 probability, 3/5 kids with psychic presenting traits lines up pretty well!

But touching back on what I said about the intensity of the psychic abilities one may have based on lineage, I would draw it back to the previous homozygous genotype carrier of the family. Letting that person's psychic strength sort of have a determining factor on what the cap of their lineage's power might be. So for example I headcanon Mithra as being a very powerful psychic, and that was passed down to Lucrecia as being vey powerful. Marona wasn't a strong psychic, Augustus had a higher level of psychic activity than her, Frazie has about the same level as Augustus, and Razputin, while having the mixed genotype, meets the same level as his origin point Mithra.

Just for funsies here's some of my other psychic geno- and phenotype headcanons :]

Loboto's mother had the recessive psychic gene and didn't know it as she was the "functionally nonpsychic" genotype. She would be disgusted to know this about herself👍👍 Loboto had the psychic phenotype with a young awakening but due to his procedure cannot reach the cap of power he would have been able to otherwise, and now has a very limited skillset, lending mostly to telekinesis upon his gradual recovery

Morry's father was fully nonpsychic [NN] and his mother had a strange spiritual awareness that occasionally allowed her to accurately predict the future or have suspiciously accurate "gut feelings" [Nn]. Both of Morry's brothers are NN and he is Nn.

Sasha's parents were both Nn and functionally nonpsychic, and Sasha is nn.

Both of the Natividad sisters' parents are the nn genotype and consequently so are the daughters.

(Referencing my headcanon Zanotto family tree) Tia & Teddy were both Nn and functionally nonpsychic, Bob is fully psychic nn, Laurel was Nn and functionally nonpsychic, Jonny was Nn which explained his prophetic visions, Truman is nn, Delphine is NN, Lili is Nn.

Okay that's all for now, if you read my very long and incredible nerdy post then I appreciate it!!! And if you have headcanons about genetics and psychics please tell me abt them!!! Genetics is one of my big burner interests that I will occasionally remember and try to apply to fiction lol! ( I really should do more research on it though because my understanding of it all is still a bit elementary tbqh )

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Ok, this is my last request, I swear and scout's honor...I'm sorry for bothering you and being annoying, please forgive me!

Uhm...how about a fic or headcanons on Monoma with a female s/o who's short (as in, 4' 11"...I think our boy is 5' 7", but I could be wrong) and is a coffee-addict, and it gets to a point where Monoma's worried for her addiction and health, so he tries to keep it away from her for a few days, please? He can also like, tease her about it and play the height bully since she's a shrimp compared to him when she tries to get her coffee back?

Like last time, I don't mind if what you write is sfw or nsfw. I just need more blonde copycat boi in my life, lol! Thank you! 😊 I hope you have a good day/night/weekend!

I’M SO HAPPY YOU CAME BACK!!! Don’t ever feel like your annoying, i love hearing from you.

It took me a bit to make this, sorry about that. Hope you enjoy!

Caffeine Rush

Monoma x F! Reader

Note: H/c (your hair color)

W: Mentions of NSFW, Monoma Being Absolutely in Love With You

TW: Vomit, Addiction

Monoma’s favorite thing to do each morning is to wake up to your beautiful face. You always tell him that it isn’t but he gladly disagrees with you because you’re wrong. He would watch you sleep for a few minutes, hours if the day before was truly exhausting for you, and just sigh like the lovesick fool he was. That peace becoming disrupted when the alarm in his phone would go off indicating the beginning of the weekday.

“My love, wake up.” Monoma leaned down to shower you with kisses, even as you swatted him away with your hand. The attempts that were made to cover yourself with the blanket didn’t stop him from attacking you with hugs. Warm and inviting rest but quickly changing to panic as he lifted you from the bed and walked out to the common area blanket included. Your other classmates were already up doing their usual morning routines. They found your relationship with Monoma adorable, concerning but adorable. The way Monoma brags about you and your achievement was sickening.

“Nei! Put me down, please. I was comfortable and warm.” Monoma laughed at the whining and placed you down on the couch.

“No can do my love. You need fuel in that body of yours. A healthy meal makes a healthy body. A healthy body makes a healthy mind.” You rolled your eyes at your boyfriends’ poetic speech and made yourself comfortable on the couch, laying down and covering yourself again with the blanket he wrapped you in.

“What do want for breakfast, my love?”

“Give me coffee, no sugar. If there are any muffins, give me one please.” Monomas posture deflated a little to the request.

“Coffee, again?” He questioned. You nodded your head and drifted back to sleep. The rest of the class watched as Monoma begrudgingly made the coffee you requested. The entire time he was mumbling something under his breath, something about how you loved the tar drink more than him.

You thanked him once he handed over your drink while Monoma sat down next to you with his meal. He leaned into you and ate in peace. He kept grumbling from time to time and chewed violently when he took another bite.

“Monoma? What are you doing?” You asked him.

“Nothing.” Was his only response before continuing to shovel food into his mouth. Once finished, he took your empty cup and his plate to the sink to wash. You on the other hand had other plans.

“Neito, I’m going out. I’ll see you later.” Monoma said goodbye to you and let you go. He knew what you were planning on doing and he wasn’t happy about it. Honestly, it was ridiculous how much you seemed to depend on it. It was the weekend, so there was no harm in leaving campus.

You got dressed back in your dorm room and said your goodbyes to your classmates who were still in the common area. As you headed into the city you went straight to your favorite shop. It was a small business run by a college kid who had too much money and too much time to burn. You weren’t about to complain, the coffee was good and the environment was pleasant to be in. Once there you ordered your usual coffee variant and sat down to enjoy it, not being aware that you were being watched the entire time.

Monoma was fuming. Another cup of coffee right away? You just drank your first a few minutes ago, why would you need another one? It wasn’t like you didn’t work hard, that wasn’t the problem. You were dedicated to training and your relationship with him. He understands that he could be a hassle sometimes and he’s very grateful for the opportunity to be with you, but this was just ridiculous. He didn’t want to destroy your piece but it had to be done.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” You turned towards the voice and watched as your boyfriend walked up to you. He was marching, an interesting choice but he was him so it wasn’t out of character.

“Hi, Nei is there a problem? Also, why did you follow me?” You asked amused. Monoma didn’t bother to sit down once he was next to you instead, he opted to bend down to look at you. He wasn’t happy.

“I followed you to see if you were going to buy another cup of coffee. Do you want to guess what happened Y/n? Hmm?” You giggled at him and took a sip from your drink.

“I bought coffee.”

“Yes, you bought coffee!” The other customers in the shop turned to look at the scene Monoma was making and the sudden attention filled you with embarrassment. You didn’t think Monoma would make a huge deal out of something so meaningless.

“Nei, cut it out!” You whisper yelled at him. You tried pulling him down so he would sit, instead, Monoma grabbed your cup and your hand. He dragged you out of the shop and walk with you to the train station.

“Where are we going now?” Monoma didn’t bother to respond to you. He just stared ahead of him and kept your coffee cup away from you. Once the train arrived he practically picked you up and took you inside. It was a bit empty so he was able to find seats for the both of you, he wrapped an arm around you as he kept the cup in between his legs and out of your reach. He pulled you up once you got to the correct stop and took you to the entrance of the mall.

“Whats this Nei? A last-minute date?” You teased. Monomas face flushed and just ignored your stare.

“We haven’t gone on a date in some time-”

“We had one yesterday.”

“So I thought that this would be nice and I also get to spoil you, so don’t complain.” He took your hand and brought you inside.

It was bustling with life. People walking around looking for things that they need and buying others that they don’t. It was a pleasant scene yet your body would disagree with you. The throbbing that you felt in the front part of your skull wasn’t pleasant but it was constant. It’s been like this for a few weeks. You read that coffee could help with easing it, something about it probably the throbbing being due to some visual exposure. Monoma had taken your drink so that was no longer an option. Knowing him, he probably takes a small sip and then spits it out while berating you on how your taste buds must be dead if you didn’t react as he did.

“So where to?” You asked him. Monoma laced his hand with yours and walked you to a clothing store. He looked at different articles of clothing and asked for your input. Most of the things he picked out were simple in design or minimalist, nothing that needed consideration. Yet he asked and you being the ever caring girlfriend gave some input.

“This would look nice with um, with some light blue jeans” The throbbing in your head was beginning to get worse and it wasn’t helping that the bright light within the store was the only thing to look at. It was too much for you.

“Hey, Monoma. I need to go to the bathroom, ok?” You left Monoma in the middle of the store as he just watched you go. He spoke to you but you couldn’t hear him.

He had tried reaching for you but you were already too far for him to grab. Monoma. You called him by his last name instead of his first. In the times that you both have had arguments, you always called him by his first name no matter what the situation was. You’ve been acting odd for some time and it was worrying him. He was aware that you drank more than the recommended when it came to coffee, so it wasn’t surprising that you felt ill. Monoma was no stranger to bad habits, he was being too clingy and overly competitive. You reassured him that he wasn’t clingy and that you found it endearing more than anything. Regarding the competitiveness, he could tone it down a little bit when it came to arguing with the other hero course. He felt like he was annoying to you and that you only started dating him because you felt pity for him after he fell on his face as he was running up to you. His nose was bleeding but that didn’t stop you from kissing him on the lips and accepting his date offer. He loved you, he’s known this since his first year. Seeing you sick was upsetting, he felt like a lost boyfriend for not helping you. He tried, he hides the coffee grounds, he hides your wallet sometimes and even started having you sleep in his dorm to ensure you slept.

Monoma waited outside of the store for a moment, waiting to see if you would come back once you were done in the bathroom. You never came back which lead to him going towards the bathrooms. He was met with a line of women waiting for the bathroom and a few people waiting outside of the all gendered bathroom.

“Hello. I’m sorry to interrupt you but did you by any chance see a woman who looked ill come by here?” The person turned around to look at Monoma.

“Was it someone with h/o hair?” Monoma nodded his head and the stranger pointed at one of the bathrooms that were occupied. Monoma thanked them and knocked on the door gently.

”Y/n. It’s me, are you ok?” You tried answering but the sound of gagging and something liquid hitting the toilet was indicating that you wouldn’t answer him. Monoma quickly asked around to see who had a quirk that allowed him to help you. He found someone whose quirk allowed them to change their fingers into any key, interesting quirk, and he opened the bathroom door. When he closed it he saw you slumped over the toilet throwing up.

“Nei- I can’t- breath.” You hiccuped. Monoma pulled your hair back and rubbed your back in a soothing motion.

“It’s ok, I’m here.” You continued to throw up everything in your stomach. Almost everything that came up was liquid and smelled heavily of stomach acid with a touch of coffee. Monoma watched in horror as you emptied yourself. He felt useless. He couldn’t do anything other than making sure that your clothes stayed clean.

“Y/n, let me take you back to the dorms. You need to get checked by Recovery Girl.” You felt too dizzy to protest and just lifted your arms and had him carry you out.

On the train, Monoma draped his jacket over your head, hiding you away from any light that could worsen your headache. He kept you close, your head laying on top of his shoulder and his hand on the side of your head keeping you steady as the train rocked. Once off, he picked you up and carried you to Recovery Girl. She asked him a multitude of questions about what happened and asked him to step outside of the infirmary. She sent you to your dorm to rest with a bottle full of medicine and Monoma picked you up again to make the trip easier on you.

At your dorm, he laid you down on your bed and went down to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. You sat yourself up on your bed and took some of the liquid medicine. It was bitter yet sweet, it soothed your aching throat and helped ease your agitated stomach. When Monoma came back he crouched down in front of you, handing you the glass of water he had gotten for you.

“How do feel?” His face was showered with concern. This wasn’t uncommon for him when it came to you or any of his classmates. He didn’t like seeing you hurt nor sick, so this was overwhelming his heart a little bit.

���My throat burns a bit but I’m ok.” You smiled weakly. Monoma didn’t believe anything you were telling him but he also didn’t want to start an argument.

Monoma decided to pull you into bed and lay next to you. He covered your body with his arms around your waist as he tangled your legs with his own. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, then placing his chin on the top of your head.

“Rest my love. You’ll feel better tomorrow.” You didn’t attempt to argue with him. Your head was hurting badly and your body was still tense from the vomiting you did earlier. You made yourself comfortable within Monomas chest and used him as an anchor. He was warm and welcoming, how couldn’t you take advantage of this.

The morning came and so did the sunlight that invaded your room. Monoma woke up ready to look at your beautiful face, a smile already forming as he imagined how you would look that morning. Ethereal as always he believes. Yet, when he opened his eyes you weren’t comfortably placed in his arms. You weren’t even in the room. He shot up from the bed and went rushing down to the common room.

“Y/n! What are you doing!?” Monoma watched you as you were seated on one of the tables. With a cup of steaming coffee. Again.

“My head hurts, the coffee helps it feel better.” Monomas eyes widened as he walked towards you.

“I understand, but couldn’t you have taken some pain medication or have at least told me?” He stood next to you and looked at how much coffee you still had left in your cup. It was at halfway. He made an executive decision and grabbed it from you.

“Neito, what are you?” You tried to reach for the cup but it was immediately raised above you.

“Nei, that isn’t funny. Give me back my coffee!” Monoma only grinds at you.

“No, it isn’t my fault you’re the shortest person in our year.” You used your quirk to try and inflict some damage onto him but to no avail. He just raised it higher.

“Nei! I swear you’re all legs and arms. How are you this tall!?” Monoma could only laugh at your silly attempts to reach for the cup. He leaned down enough for your faces to meet.

“I’ll give it back if you promise me something.”

“Sure, what is it?” Monomas grin softened around the edges. His eyes looking briefly at your lips and back to your eyes.

“For one, limit your coffee intake.” You frowned at him.

“Didn’t you just hear me? It helps with the headaches.”

“And for two,” He got closer to you. His mouth inches from your own. “For every time you minimize, ill give you whatever else you want.”

You cocked a brow up and returned the sly grin.

“Oh, like what exactly Neito Monoma?” He shivered at the mention of his full name. A tint becoming present on his cheeks.

“I don’t know, maybe kissing.” He leaned closer. Your lips touching but just by a little.

“Or maybe something more.” He added in. You decided to take the lead and closed the gap between the two of you. His lips were surprisingly soft, must be because of the religious chapstick use.

He became impatient and pushed his tongue into your mouth. He sighed into the kiss and pull you in closer by placing a hand on your lower back. You kissed back with fever and played with his tongue a bit. You made him moan, the hand holding the cup lowering to place it on the table. You quickly snatched it from him and backed away from the kiss you were sharing. A  wet popping sound made itself present once you parted from him, a light string of saliva attached to your once connected lips. Monoma looked confused, his eyes hazy from the euphoria of kissing you.

“What?” He asked confused. You just giggled and walked away with the cup of the now lukewarm coffee. Monoma quickly trailed behind you, hand reaching out to take the cup. You walked to the sink and dumped all of the coffee down the drain.

“I know I should stop. I know.” You turned towards him and place your hand on his cheek. You admired him for a moment. His face was still red and his chest was still expanding slowly trying to get more air in. You gently caressed his lips with your thumb and quickly gave him a peck on them.

“But I’ll only stop because you asked me to.” You kissed him deeply. Monoma wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you in place.

“I love you Nei.” Monomas face flushed deeper and he hid his face on the crook of your neck. He had to bend down to do so but it was worth it.

“I love you too Y/n.”

[all-of-the-imagines-for-eve]

Stay Safe ~ Embry Call

A/n: Lol the amount of Embry requests of recent have me rolling. Yall KNOW I'm a slut for him PLEASE. Side note, I AM SO SORRY this took me ages @vernonvsblog. I hope you enjoy it and can forgive me. I know there wasn't a lot of your request in here but I couldn't think of too many reason reader would have been in trouble if they were human... sorry for that as well. Tried to still make it fluffy and cute for you :)

Word Count: 1400+

Request: Part 1, Part 2

MASTERLIST

Bella Swan was swarmed.

Usually she was the one being the mother hen when it came to family. She had to be so with her own mother, and had all her life. Then she'd met Edward Cullen and suddenly the little problems she ever brought to the table became so many they were impossible to count. Especially after Edward had left Bella in the woods where she'd almost died, surviving only to become comatose and then self destructive until he came back, things had really made a full 180. Now, even as a vampire and with a daughter of her own, Bella's sister Y/n was still in the habit of worrying too much and hovering too often.

Edward was the one who appreciated it the most. Y/n had been Bella's shadow before this whole thing. A year younger, Y/n had depended on Bella for everything until the two girls had moved to Forks together and Y/n and Bella swapped places almost immediately. Jacob Black and Y/n had spent lots of time together. Y/n had gotten her license as soon as possible and visited him often, as she preferred the rez and the beach and Jacob and his friends over Forks High and the kids there. Specifically, she liked Embry Call more than anything... even if she refused to admit it. Then Embry had left and Jacob and Y/n had really bonded through it. When he'd left too, Y/n had turned to school and made friends there.

It didn't stop her from coming back when Embry imprinted on her, but it did teach her independence. She had a life outside of Bella, and had gotten far too used to her sister depending on her instead to fill the void Edward had left. He came back eventually, but with Y/n being the only one other human Bella really trusted who knew what was going on, Bella still clung to her younger sister in a way that reminisced exactly how Y/n used to cling to her. The relationship had gotten rocky when Bella had married Edward and gotten pregnant, but Y/n could see that Bella wouldn't be convinced and needed someone to support her over someone trying to save her life. So Edward and Y/n made an agreement: Edward would protect her and Y/n would support her and together they'd do their best to keep her alive and happy.

The habit still hadn't died even when Bella needed neither comfort nor protection.

This resulted in Y/n hovering around Bella- even when it meant she was in the middle of serious danger. Which let Embry Call about to blow his top.

"Are you insane? You're going to get yourself killed!"

"She's my sister Embry!"

"She's a vampire! She can take care of herself! It's not your job anymore."

Y/n grunted in frustration, looking like she was about to deck him across the face. Not that she would- it would cause her far much more pain, and the thought of acting in violence against her boyfriend was a strict no for her, even if it wouldn't hurt him. "What if she dies, Em? What am I supposed to do?"

"Mourn her with the rest of us." She went to yell again but Embry put his hand over her mouth. "Do you remember when my alpha told me to kill her and you begged me not to and I left Sam's pack because he was compelling me so much that I couldn't decide which to do? Remember when it almost destroyed me before Jake stepped in and suggested I join his pack just so I wouldn't lose my mind?" Y/n stopped, her mouth shutting closed. "I understand how much she means to you, because you have never since or before then put me in such a situation as that. Not unless it comes to her. I know how much she means to you and how much we all mean to you. We're as important to you as those bloodsuckers are important to your sister." He paused, his eyebrows coming together. "As the Cullens are to your sister." Y/n smiled weakly. With all his exposure to the Cullens and their friends he'd finally learned to be cordial with them, even though it went against his very nature. Y/n appreciated all he'd been doing for her. She knew what it was like to care about someone who threw themself in front of danger at every chance. Bella was her sister after all.

"I'm sorry Em I just..." Her eyes watered.

Embry pulled her into his arms. "Just promise me you won't be there. Promise me you'll stay at the Cullens' house like we planned and just worry and not do anything about it."

Y/n stayed quiet for a long time, but she finally nodded. "Yeah okay." She leaned away, her hands resting on his arms as she looked into his eyes. "Just promise me that... that you'll come back. Even if you can't promise me anyone else." Embry went to reason with her but it was her turn to cover his mouth. "I might lose my sister, Embry. I don't know what I'll tell my dad. I might lose my family. The other wolves, and even the Cullens who have... slowly become important to me as well, even if they all put my sister through hell and back." She closed her eyes, shaking her head. "Not true," she reminds herself. She knew that they were trying their best to keep her safe. She knew what had happened last time Edward had tried to cut himself out of Bella's life. She knew how much Rosalie had vouched for Bella to stay human and away from them. She knew how good Alice and Emmet were to her. How good Carlisle and Esme were to her. How much Edward had changed even to be his best self for her. After Y/n had lost her mind on him, cussing him out for all he'd done, he'd crumbled and gone off on a rant about how much he didn't deserve Bella, begging for one way to leave her without destroying them both. It had woken Y/n up to how much Edward genuinely cared about her sister, and the two had become very good friends over it. The Cullens meant well, even if Bella was an idiot. "Just-" she looked at Embry. "Promise me that I won't lose ou too, at the very least."

Embry rose a hand to brush his thumb along her jaw. "I really will try my best, Y/n. But..." He sighed, growing sad. "I won't promise you that I won't get in there if my pack needs me. If one of the Cullens needs me even. If it comes down to me or Bella, I might not be able to resist doing something." He shrugged. "I know how much she means to you."

Y/n pulled him closer, her expression intense. "I know you're a hero, Em. I know you want everyone to make it out and that it drives you to be reckless. I know it because you and Jake are similar like that, and he almost got himself killed protecting Leah in the last battle." She chuckled, shaking her head again. "I'm just saying, please keep in mind that you matter to me just as much as Bella does. Yeah?"

There was a softness to Embry at hearing her words that was rare but... beautiful. "Yeah."

"I love you, Embry Call. And you can be as protective as you want, but don't for a second think that I won't be just as much toward you."

Embry gently took her face in his hands, pulling her into a kiss. "I love you too," he whispered when they broke away. Their foreheads rested together for a second before he added, "So you'll stay safe and at home then?"

"Not a chance," Y/n joked.

Embry moved his hands to her side, ticking her instantly. She squealed and he grinned. "Promise!"

"Embry stop!" She screamed."

"Promise!" He repeated.

"Okay okay!" She relented. He paused, letting her catch her breath. "I promise."

He smiled. "Good."

Even though he didn't make a promise, it turns out there was no fighting. Alice pulled through and scared off the Volturi... somehow. And everyone came home alive and safe. Even Y/n, who nearly cried when she saw them all in tact and coming home again.

I guess you could say they all lived happily ever after. The end.

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Forever Tag: @bitchyseawitch @alexa-playafricabytoto @chipster-21 @captainxmikaelson @justanotherdaydreamersoul

[not-poignant]

tinyurl com gods-in-faetales Wow, thank you so much for all this info, you've put it into perspective for me. Zero plan I figured as well, but thanks for explaining zero likelihood. I was more curious about the scenario in which, if Gwyn lived long enough, would his power be /technically/ strong enough. Disregarding all the other requirements to become a demigod. So, now I got curious about a few more things, I'm sorry, I'll ask even more questions now, I hope I'm not annoying you. xD TBC

So about those questions I mentioned in my previous ask... xD

Why Nain Rouge and King of the Forest could, in theory, technically, get invs?

Because they’re both extremely powerful in ways that we’ve never seen in the canon. The Nain Rouge in particular sits on a lot of her powers, and doesn’t show them. She tends to just show the most destructive ones. They’re also both ancient in ways that are incomprehensible to most of the fae. But also, they both haven’t gotten one yet, so they’ll never get one.

And why gods discourage inviting those rare exceptions?

Because (and this is in the canon) fae don’t really belong in the upperworlds or underworlds. And, as we’ve seen in the case of Ash and Augus in the canon, re: underworlds, it tends to make them sick. In the case of Augus, he’s permanently poisoned because of his frankly limited exposure to the underworlds. It’s an indication that they do not belong. While having them become ‘gods’ somewhat changes that, the foundation remains that they never belonged in the first place.

Does it get too 'crowded' in some manner?

See above.

How old is Albion, acutally?

Over 100k as indicated in the previous ask/s. I leave the older fae ages vague on purpose.

Why is the idea repellent to you (you wrote it in the tags)?

I spend most of my time writing angst re: characters and then having them earn a happy ending. The idea of prolonging their lifespan unnaturally because I’m attached to them or just can’t let them go seems kind of cruel to me personally, because I’d rather just let them go to do their own thing and live their own lives at the end of what I’ve written. I’m just not...obsessed with grafting that level of immortality on any character I write. Even for Albion like, that’s not a happy ending for him. He’s not happy about it. He’s clearly not in a great place about the idea of it and has avoided it for many hundreds of years already, and even from the way he talks to Eran about it, you can tell the whole thing is something he regrets and that he’s not exactly looking forward to it, he just doesn’t know what else to do. Why would I wish more misery on the characters? Like, don’t get me wrong, I love angst, but once I finish a story, I also like leaving characters where they are, in relatively happier places and you know, not completely dead and in the afterlife, lol.

How does a god and demigod differ in Fae Tales universe?

Geeeeeenerally demigods are made, and gods are born as gods.

In a purely hypothetical scenario when more/all faes live long enough, would more of them be qualified to become demigods?

I really really really hope not. (For reasons explained above). And because it’s something I don’t want to see, it’s not something I’m going to entertain. Like if you’re that taken with the idea anon, you can headcanon it as much as you want, but you’re not going to make me find all the loopholes where it’ll work when I find the idea tragic and therefore largely unappealing in the first place.

And please forgive me about comparing Gwyn to Albion, but I just didn't know if it was just Gwyn talking that he could destroy an entire world with his light or if this is actually something that would happen if he'd let it completely loose. Also an idea of creating an ocean is just too big for my brain to comprehend how great of a thing it actually is I guess. xD So it was just Gwyn talking? His light isn't and won't ever be actually *that* powerful?

Gwyn’s light is powerful enough to destroy a planet. But as I pointed out in the previous response, people who have powers that just lead to death and destruction only, don’t get invitations. Period. Gwyn would need to develop other methods of using his light or developing other powers (just as I pointed out that Albion has other ways of using his powers that aren’t at all related to death/destruction) that aren’t just wanton destruction, death, or turning things into wastelands. If your scope of power is planet-destroying, but you still can’t really use your abilities for anything else other than teleportation, the gods are uninterested!

Ultimately anon, I feel like you’re intrigued by or excited by an idea or ideas you have, and I just don’t share that excitement, which is why a lot of this stuff isn’t fleshed out further in the Fae Tales realm in the first place (there is after all, room in all the words for the fae to have talked about it extensively by now if I thought it would ever matter to the story - which it’s not going to).

I love that you enjoy the idea of it! But it’s definitely not for me, which is why I’m not writing POV stories about fae ascending (or descending) to godhood. But I hope you enjoy your headcanon-ing! Your own version can be as happy (or as sad) as you want it to be, and in your own version you can have it happen for all of the characters you want it to happen for. :D

[syahaz]

[question] why do you like giorno’s mom even though she’s neglectful and a horrible parent?

G’day mate, thanks for your question.

I personally not sure how to explain this well but I really hope it makes sense. At least a little bit.

Disclaimer: Before starting anything I want to say that I, by no means condone any child negligence, assault, abuse, etc. in real life that obviously involving real-life children. If you ever encounter any suspicious parents that might harm their children, please quickly contact your local child protection service if possible.

Please take my SUPER LONG answer here with a pinch of salt (you might wanna bookmark it for later reading just saying). You also feel free to disagree and so do I, alright? Let’s keep everything in peace here ehe hee. :)

Sorry for the digression, now let’s start focusing on the question.

*Cracking my fingers.* 

Okay so umm let’s start with when my first time seeing her the anime (because I’m not so much of a reader :/)

My first thought on her is “Gosh, she’s so pretty! I wanna draw her!” like I attracted to her aesthetically and it’s very surface-level kind of attraction and I find a little weird thinking about it consciously aha haa.

The more I look at her, the more my mind able to capture her distinctive physical appearance features or what I sometimes call “shape” (this make more sense if you look at my chibi Shiobana art lol yea.)

After procrastinating to draw fan art of her for quite some time oops haha, I suddenly have this thought “What if Giorno actually having great childhood? What if Shiobana is a good mom to Giorno? How am I gonna draw Giorno as a happy child? What kind of scenario of an amazing childhood that I want to apply for both Shiobana as a great mother and Giorno as a happy child. ” and this happens the very same time my thoughts went to “What if Dio and Shiobana is a couple and be great parents to Giorno oho hoo.” but that’s for another day.

The more I draw Shiobana with Giorno or Dio or both or just herself, I start building up entire new AUs (yes, so many AUs but I don’t think I can develop all of them oops, too much for my not-so-much writer brain). So for this ask, I’m gonna pick the AU that correlates with canon storyline the most.

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In this particular AU, it is set at the post-Vento Aureo time.

Mr Giovanna is one of the biggest drug dealers after Diavolo. I made this overthinking theory because in the anime he was shown calculating some money.

Like… what exactly he’s counting? I know it’s money but where in the world the money comes from and what kind of business or work he’s involved in that made him gets such amount of money?  (If you’re from Italy or anyone reading this is, please tell me if that quantity of money is average or suspiciously rich level, thanks.)

The other reasoning is I’m very curious that some bad fathers in JoJo usually associated with some sort of obsession to some extent. So if it’s not drug addiction and drug dealing, I don’t know what else it is. Plus, what’s up with the smirk tho? So suspiciousssss…  (Again, this is a theory, not a fact. So… *shrugs* but it makes sense to me anyway aha haa.)

Long story medium, Shiobana becomes more guilty of her being negligent towards Giorno for so many years as time goes. She got abused by Mr Giovanna after she found out that he’s dealing drugs and declines his offer to be his crime accessory. She also starting to work for herself, taking odd jobs maybe to set herself free one day which she did in the end.

She tries to find Giorno back by, of course, starting with contacting his boarding school administrator. As we know that Giorno knows technically skips or quits school but for Shiobana he’s just disappeared from thin air. 

Fast forward, one day one the remaining Passione member excluding Giorno (not sure who to pick, maybe Trish?) found a flyer that Shiobana made in search of Giorno. (The police declined to take his disappearance case as he was considered as a runaway). They take the flyer and show it to Giorno.

Giorno, of course, was so shocked that his mom now suddenly try to find him back. It takes a lot for him to command the member to contact her.

Fast forward again, Shiobana and Giorno meet after years passing by. After numerous consideration, Giorno forgives his mom which takes him a ton of time for thinking in loops.

Legally, she could be jailed but with her helping him to catch and dominate over Mr Giovanna fortune (he doesn’t really need to but he likely to be mad at him as Mr Giovanna’s clients potentially be children). Giorno sort of doesn’t press charge on her but demanding her to work with him under specialized tasks. (I don’t plan what is it yet as I’m writing this but probably as some sort of spy with normal presence).

TLDR: This AU is Shiobana’s “Redemption Arc” or at least what I think it is hmm because there’s little to no canon story to work with plus her role as a real negative character really make it tough for me to made continuing situation for her. That’s why I tend to make numbers of AU like good mum au, one mom au, and whole other AU with less canon connection.

*Cracking my fingers again. This is truly wearing me out a little but I’m fine no worry.*

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Now to the highlight point of the question.

Another reason for me to like Shiobana is I can learn how a fictional character stirring humans’ mind just by their sheer existence.

I think the huge reason many people have a fixed view on her is that she is indeed a realistic character. By that, I mean people like her exist. People like her is unfortunately common in our society. She was too real to the point that people less likely to think otherwise about her.

Her character has very low exposure throughout the whole part (about two panels in manga and a couple seconds to a minute in anime). She extremely lacks her own story like who she is, where is she from, where and why in the world she met Dio in the first place, why she becomes like this and that, and many more.

The similar (but opposite) kind of energy goes to Jonathan mainly because he has a lot of character development going on in both manga and anime. The fandom itself truly shows that I’m telling the truth so yeah and I mean it in a neutral way as favouritism on specific characters are subjective. Look at how I look Mr Giovanna, he could be repenting man in the future but I choose not to do so lol.

Anyway, I headcanon her to be the kind of young adult who is not ready for the responsibilities as a parent and a partner or no commitment for short. Yes, I don’t deny that she’s indeed not a good mom at some point.

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So for the conclusion, I could say that Shiobana is like an experimental character for my art progress including storytelling which is extremely entertaining for me as I have a lot of ideas I can put on her no matter how easy or hard the ideas work for her as a character.

I hope you like this answer, anon. Sorry that I take so many time as I need to give as much as possible of my view on Shiobana, just like what you’re asking and I hope it’s worth the wait. ;u;”

[thewritingstar]

Okay so the prompts used are (lol couldn't find the posts so yeah): @fairywithajetblackheart​ headcanon: Gray forgets their anniversary, @rieriebee​: request to continue the fic and Juvia doubting Grays love, she gave me a lot of ideas lol. 

WC #62

Prompts:^^^ Imma call this: The Anniversary to Remember

Pairing: Gruvia

This can be considered part two to this fic. This one is kinda long and im lowkey proud. I combined a few prompts as seen above. I hope you enjoy! And yes the famil fam fic will be coming soon I promise!!!

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No. It couldn't be. He didn't actually forget right? Juvia began to internally panic as Gray walked into their house yawning quietly. He had been gone all afternoon and only left her with a kiss on the head that morning. No flowers, no deep kisses, nothing!

“Hey Juv.” He hid a yawn behind his hand as he walked into the living room and flopped onto the couch. Her eyes were glued to him as she hugged the cup of tea to her chest while sitting in the comfy chair near the couch.

“Hello.” She responded and took a long sip of her tea.

“How was your day?” He asked but his voice was slightly muffled as he was facing down and letting his arms hang over the cushions. He looked absolutely adorable but Juvia held back. 

“Fine.” A one worded response came bitterly out of her lips. Anger and hurt consumed her as his head lifted up and his eyes met hers.

“Just fine? Did something happen?” he asked. Was he playing dumb?

“Nope. Nothing exciting at all. Just spent the day with the moms as our little ones played.” he could sense her tone changing and wondered if something actually happened. “But, Juvia was thinking Gray-sama and her could go to dinner. Since our little one is staying with Lucy and Natsu.”

Gray let out a groan. “Can’t we just stay inside?”

“Does Gray-sama have something planned?” She chirped.

“No”

That stung her heart and a frown formed on her face but he had rolled over so he didn’t see.“Then we are going to dinner and you need to wear a shirt.” She said and walked to their bedroom to get dressed.

“Fine.” He huffed.

“Still don’t know why you dressed up all fancy. I mean you looking smoking babe but it's just dinner.” Gray said as he opened the door to the restaurant. Juvia smiled small at the complement and made sure to step out with her right leg to let the slit in her dress exposure it. She knew it was Grays weakness and she smiled bright as he raked his eyes up and down as she walked past him. But her smile disappeared when he couldn’t see her face.

“Just dinner.’’ she grumbled to herself and they sat at the table Juvia had reserved and a small candle and rose was placed at the end.

The waiter came over and didn’t hide his liking for Juvia as he took her order. She laughed at him and even touched his arm, gaining the attention of Gray.

“What was that?” Gray asked and Juvia just shrugged and sipped at her glass of wine.

“Juvia doesn't know what Gray-sama is talking about.”

He glared at her and rolled his eyes. “Alright Juvia. What is it?” He asked.

“Nothing.” She let her eyes wander around the restaurant and Gray became annoyed. Her eyes were always on him. Call him selfish but he loved nothing more than having those bright blue eyes all to himself. Usually they would be engaging in a small game of footsies under the table but those long legs were kept to her side. 

“Are you mad at me?” He asked and her eyelashes batted innocently. 

“Why would Juvia be mad. Does Juvia have a reason to be upset?” Her blue eyes pierced through his.

He paused and thought for a few moment. This is it.

“Not that I can think of.”

“Then I guess Juvia isn’t upset.” She gave him a forced smile and was glad when her plate was set in front of her. Before he could respond, she dug into her food and he followed, keeping an eye on her as he knew something was up.

Throughout dinner they had light conversation and it irked Gray a lot. Usually they chatted non stop and sometimes stayed later than they should. Juvia took her last bite of the cake and let Gray finish the rest, she knew he loved it.

Slowly she placed a small velvet box on the table and slid it towards him. He wiped his face with a napkin and furrowed his eyebrows at the sight.

“What's this?” he asked and she motion for him to open it. He picked it up and his eyes widened when a chain with silver cross was inside.

“Juvia knows how upset you were when you lost it. It's not the original but she hopes it will do.” The soft smile he loved was on her face and for the first time that night her usual self returned.

“Wow. Juvia I love it. But what is it for? Why today.” He asked and her face fell.

“Gray-sama.” she whispered. “Please tell Juvia you are kidding. Please tell her you didn’t forget.” He could hear her voice break and his blood ran cold. Like a slap to the face he realized.

“I forgot-”

“-Our anniversary.” She finished and he could hear the rain start to fall outside.

“Juvia I am so sorry.” He tried to grab her hand but she pulled back. Hurt was written all over her face and her lower lip pouted out.

“Juvia isn’t mad that you forget all of the small ones she's created but she thought you would at least remember the one you made. The most important one.” She stood up and grabbed her purse and stormed out of the restaurant.

Gray quickly stood and chased after her, not caring about all the bad looks he received from the other customers. He saw her up ahead and knew her heels couldn’t out walk him.

“Juvia!” he called after her but she didn’t bother to turn around. The rain fell heavily on them as she continued to walk further from him and ignored all of his calls.

“Damn it Juvia. Ice make wall!” And she stopped in her tracks as his magic formed a wall in front of her. She was about to use her magic, her arm went into the air as the rain poured down but his hand caught her and pulled her to his chest. “Juvia please.” He pleaded and she let out a sob.

He could feel her body shivering against his and regret punched him in the gut. Her curled blue locks unraveled as the rain poured down and his hair stuck to his face. 

“Please Juvia.” He whispered. She shook her head and her hand went to cover her sobs. The rain coming down was ice cold, cold like her heart at the moment. 

“Sometimes Juvia thinks you only married her because of the baby.” The truth had slipped out and both of them froze. His hand let go of her wrist but he kept her back pressed to his chest.

“You do?” his voice was quiet and he didn’t trust it. 

“Sometimes Juvia feels like you love her because you have to, like you are trapped. And if our son wasn't born-” Her voice cracked. “You wouldn’t be with Juvia.”

She turned and saw the hurt in her eyes and she instantly regretted it. She didn’t want him to think she had doubts but it had become to much for her. 

His grip loosened and he took a step back. The rain fell between them. “But Juvia is just being silly.” She turned around and hugged herself while walking past him. “Lets just go home.”

He was silent and didn’t move. Tears pricked his eyes and for once he didn’t care about showing emotion. He had to vulnerable he knew that, but he didn’t think it would take a toll on her. It wasn’t fair and now the woman who loved him unconditionally was having doubts because of him.

“Juvia.”

“Gray-sama its fine really-” She turned around to face him and a confused look was on her face.

He was down on one knee, the rain pelting him but he didn’t care. A small black box was in his hand and a ring with a giant blue diamond was placed inside.

“I didn’t forget our anniversary Juvia, I thought it was tomorrow.” His head hung low like a kid being caught doing something wrong.

“I am sorry. I should have known, it was an honest mistake. But.” His eyes met hers and a emotion he rarely showed was seen in his eyes. “ I didn’t marry you because of our child. Yes he might have pushed our relationship forward but that doesn’t mean I love you any less. I have never once felt trapped and would rather die today knowing that you know I love you then live every single day thinking you didn’t. Juvia I know I am not the most affectionate and I can work on that, No I have to because it’s not fair. It’s not fair that I get to hide in my shell pushing you away when all you do is love me for who I am. I don’t even know why I’m scared. I know you’ll never leave me and I won’t leave you. I didn’t marry you because you had my child. I didn’t marry you because I had to be a father. I married you because I am deeply and utterly in love you.”

“Gray,” she placed her hand in his. “It’s okay. An honest mistake. Juvia is sorry for overreacting.”

He shook his head. “You had every right. It just breaks my heart that you think I don’t love you and maybe I haven’t show it enough. You should be the only one sacrificing something. I need to be the man you love, not some pathetic boy who can’t tell his wife that he loves her in public because he’s afraid someone will hear.” 

“Juvia doesn’t think you are pathetic. Gray-sama processes emotions different than Juvia, she understands that and shes sorry she made you-” 

He put his hand up to stop her. Stepping forward he cupped her face softly and the blue eyes he loved shined back. 

“You didn’t make me do anything Juvia. I never want you to doubt my love for you again. You told me how you felt and I can’t blame you for feeling like that. I am deeply sorry. I know how much these mean to you, small or not, you never had a chance to share them with someone and I’ve neglected those feelings. I love you too much to let you cry again because of me.” 

“Juvia forgives you. She always will.” 

“I love you so much.” She didn’t have a chance to respond as his lips took her softly. Slowly the cold rain warmed. The warm drops flt good against their skin as they shared their moment in the rain. 

“I love you too.” She smiled against his lips and kissed him again. 

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“Silver? Are you okay?” Lucy asked as the Fullbuster child stood outside. His hand was stretched out as he let the rain hit his fingers.

He turned around and smiled softly to his aunt.

“Yeah, mommy is okay now.” He ran back inside to play with his pink haired cousin.

Lucy smiled and held her hand out. He was right. The rain felt warm and it made her oddly happy.

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“Good morning.” Gray said as he hugged Juvia to his chest. Juvia looked up and deeply blushed at the remembrance of last nights bedroom activities. “I called Lucy and she said she’ll keep our little one for the day.” 

“What for?” Juvia yawned and snuggled closer to him. 

“For our anniversary of course. I’m not going to let my planning go to waste, plus.” He tilted her chin up and placed a kiss to her lips. “I saw something in the closet that should have been used yesterday.” he winked and her blush deepened. 

“So bold Gray-sama.” Juvia giggled. 

“You deserve a proper anniversary treatment and even if its a day late, its going to be amazing.” He said as he covered her face with kisses. 

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Gray wasn’t kidding when he said he had a romantic day planned. The morning was spent laying lazily in bed while moans escaped both of their lips and after that a warm and sensational bath was shared. 

Juvia even used her magic to make the water dance and laughed when his face lit up like a toddler. 

Speaking of toddlers, Gray thought if their little boy saw them all cuddly and sweet, he would die from embarrassment. 

Night time came and as promised, dinner reservations were made. She wore a long navy blue dressed and even he was dressed fancy. A suit and tie hung around his neck and Juvia was practically drooling at her handsome husband. 

Their dinner was filled with footsies and laughs and not once did their eyes leave each other. The world felt balanced and everything was perfect. 

“Thank you Gray.” Juvia said as her giggle settled. “This was the perfect day from a perfect man.” 

“I’m no where near perfect” 

“Well to Juvia you are and nothing will change that.” 

“This day wound’t be possible unless you married me and I thank you for that.” 

“Gray-sama also married Juvia.” 

“That I did.” He smiled and kissed her hand gently. 

She blushed at the small gesture but it felt incredible to feel loved. She picked up her wine glass and blew a kiss his way. 

“Happy anniversary my love.” 

“Happy anniversary Juvia.” They clinked their glasses together. 

“Do you wanna get dessert?” 

“That’s up to you.” She smiled and he felt her foot travel up his leg slightly. as she leaned forward and whispered loud enough for him to hear. “Juvia just wants her love to know that shes wearing the gift he saw.” She winked and he quickly downed the rest of his wine and snapped his fingers in the air. 

“Check please!” 

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I hope you all enjoyed!

[fruitsbasketlesbian]

Hey hey hey sooo I’ve been thinking of writing this for a while but I’m a big fat pussy so even though we’re mutuals I’m doing it on anon (((: A few days ago I was trying to sleep and I suddenly thought about how writers aren’t appreciated enough. Honestly, it makes me sad how writing isn’t viewed the same way other forms of art are. Don’t get me wrong, a drawing can be really cool and make you experience another side of someone’s imagination in a physical way, and that’s awesome, but (1/?)

reading such beautiful and fluent writing like yours is truly mind-blowing. I mean, I can start off reading something of yours and before I know it I’m lost in the midst of fighting some huge battle, or I’m feeling emotions that are not mine but instead belong to a character that doesn’t actually exist. The purpose behind creating powerful and meaningful art is to not only express emotions that belong to yourself or to a character you feel deeply for, but to instill those same feelings in (2/?)

an audience. And wow… do you really set the bar high when I read your work. Writing is some hard shit, I do it every now and then for fun, but it never quite flows the way I want it to and hey, that’s fine with me. I write for myself, I create art for myself, and all of this is done on a whim. You, however… I’m not quite sure I could put what you do into words. (Okay, I just realized this is starting to sound really creepy… please forgive me lmao). I am no stranger to reading, I’ve done it (3/?)

all my life, and even though it’s tapered off over the past few years, but It’s safe to say you are one of the very very few writers that has me caught in a tractor beam of an overwhelming desire to read more. I realize I’m kinda rambling here so I’ll backtrack and continue on my original path…. Oops (: What I wanted to say was I really appreciate all the work you’ve done, and although I know that periods of time will come and go where you may not see writing as a true form of art, or you (4/?)

may not deem it worthy to show to the eye of the public, everything you create is inspiring and wonderful and contagious in the best way possible. I hope your realize this, and if you didn’t I hope you do now. Keep on expressing yourself and (hopefully) doing what you love because there will always be some scaredy-cat out there like me who’s too afraid to tell you upfront how they truly feel, but appreciates everything you do all the same. So, thank you. (5/5)

anon u made me cry now u Have to dm me ;;;; fr tho this is the kindest and loveliest comment ive received my whole Life im cherishing it forever and thank u

and regarding ur first couple of comments i agree re: writing and art.... i feel like art is very easy to consume in a way that writing isnt? i mean it obviously depends on the subject but at the heart of it, in a fandom sphere, u can Look at a piece of art, maybe think abt it for a bit, rb it, and thats it. for writing u have to invest urself in the plot and the characters and there are so many pitfalls as a writer that can easily make a reader go off ur work (eg bad grammar, mischaracterisation), and with writing as well u do have to create a whole plot and take all these things into consideration whereas with one single art piece that’s not entirely necessary. so it’s never that i dont see writing as a valid form of art, it’s just the difference in validation/exposure u get thru writing isnt as great as art (altho there’s a lot to be said abt how visual art suffers more plagiarism, and also there’s the whole likes vs rbs thing that is an issue too). so that can be....Very Discouraging lol

but honestly thank u so kindly !!! contagious im just...overwhelmed im shaken anyone could ever Genuinely feel this way abt anything iiii write !! and honestly, if this is abt mos (which...im just presuming it is?), then that was completely based off a whim. i wanted corrupt lance (sorry baby) and i wanted the aftermath of trauma and i wanted recovery so i was like Fuck It and wrote it. like everything i write is on a whim ! but as i was writing over the yrs i came to the same realisation as u that art is abt the Audience, so thats why mos in particular focuses so much on that and i try so hard to rly drag the audience in and force them to feel all these ugly emotions and get caught up in this like...rollercoaster. like it doesnt come easy. it’s a lot of work. so thank u for recognising that ! and now id die for u so like...when u need to collect....say the word...

[metazensae]

Everyone’s Apprentice OCs are so great, so I kinda want to add to mine lol

SO HERE WE GO:

Basics

Name: Izzy Age: 19 Sign: Capricorn Pronouns: They/them - preferred; She/her - ok Familiar: Chukar Partridge named Samer Love interest: Asra

Personality

Izzy has two separate personas; a public face and a private face. 

In public, they are sunny and bright, friendly, welcoming, and open. Izzy thrives off of helping people in need and will go waaaaay out of their way to help even the strangest of strangers. Izzy also has an incredibly forgiving nature, even if it is to their detriment. 

In private, they are serious and critical, anxious, lonely, and constantly worried about the future. Plagued with constant self-doubt and the unending drive for perfection, Izzy is prone to self-isolation where they can work on eliminating their flaws and weaknesses. Because of this, Izzy is never satisfied with themself and constantly (yet silently and passively) seeks approval from others.

Notable features:

Physical:  - 5′1″  - short, wavy, light brown hair  - large light brown/amber eyes  - baby face  - honey thighs  - nice, wide smile

Style:  - Tops: light colored pirate blouses or sleeveless shirts, vests  - Bottoms: SHORTS, suspenders, tights with patterns (cold weather only)  - Shoes: leather ONLY - boots & booties; ALWAYS barefoot indoors

Likes

Artistic endeavors, passionate people, scholars or people who are masters at their craft, learning new theories, studying people and cultures, kindness, relaxing, snuggling animals, quiet, rainy days, social distance, cheering others on, sharing knowledge with others, playful trolling, necromancy

Dislikes

People fighting/yelling, competitions, explosions/fireworks, maths, receiving compliments, loneliness, being controlled, gendered expectations, making decisions, SPORTS OF ANY KINDS FUCK THOSE, ANXIETY

History

EARLY LIFE

Izzy was born as the youngest child to a conservative, religious family. Frustrated by endless comparisons between their siblings and the general restrictiveness of an authoritarian parenting style, Izzy sought recognition and approval by excelling in matters of the mind and artistic talent. This excellence always pleased their parents, for it was their favorite topic to discuss in polite conversation. However, Izzy’s other interests were not so well-received. Being an anxious child and with limited social exposure, Izzy sought to pursue the art of necromancy in order to glean knowledge from the experiences of those who had passed on.

FAMILY ISSUES

However, necromancy - or any sort of communion with the dead - was absolutely disallowed by their parents, claiming it was a blasphemous practice reserved for those whose souls were committed to the darkest region of the Beyond. So Izzy kept their studies a secret, practicing only at night and using their own coin to procure the supplies necessary to complete the rituals. Unfortunately, one fateful day, Izzy’s secret was exposed by the butcher, who in passing, told their parents about how Izzy was their favorite and most loyal customer. Their parents rushed home, went through Izzy’s things, and burned every scroll and resource related to necromancy that Izzy had accumulated over the years. Izzy was distraught, but acknowledging they had brought such an unholy practice into their parents’ home, Izzy accepted their fate begrudgingly. That was the beginning of the end of Izzy’s relationship with their parents.

Another area for discrepancy was the gendered expectations their parents placed on them. Izzy’s inability to adhere to traditionally accepted female roles endlessly frustrated their mother, but it was always assumed Izzy would grow out of it and conform as they grew. Feeling powerless and wanting to avoid conflict, Izzy typically found it easier to passively accept their parents’ wishes. It wasn’t until later when their parents began arranging a marriage contract for Izzy that these issues surfaced. Not knowing what to do, Izzy defied their parents’ wishes and consulted the dead for the first time in years. The invoked spirit advised Izzy to run. 

So run, they did. Izzy gathered their most precious belongings and fled their hometown, ending up ultimately on the streets of Vesuvia.

ESTABLISHING A TRADE

The times of the Red Plague proved to be the ideal springboard for Izzy’s necromancy craft to flourish. At first, Izzy simply offered their talents pro bono, wanting to help assuage the mourning of those around them, but rumors of their talents spread, and soon they found themself steadily servicing a number of clients. They were able to eventually save up enough to purchase a permanent residence, converting the main area to a shop. Izzy’s trade saw success for a number of years before public interest in it began to decline.

A TRADE IN DECLINE & SHIFT TO DIVINATION

As the threat of the Red Plague and its resulting deaths lessened, so did the frequency of visits for Izzy’s clientele. Izzy soon became consumed with worry over their stability in the future. Should they choose a different craft to pursue now that their services were no longer in demand? 

Being a homebody, Izzy typically spent their days in isolation, but the walls of the shop soon became stifling, a constant reminder that their trade would soon be as dead as the spirits they invoked. After months of worry, a paralyzing depression set in; Izzy could only be compelled to feed themself when their familiar, a gecko named Reuel, needed feeding as well. 

One fateful day, Izzy meets Asra in the marketplace and has their fortune read. Izzy then impresses Asra by incidentally reading Asra’s fortune as well. Asra claims that Izzy is a natural and takes them as a student of divination in exchange for room and board. It is then that Izzy adds the much more profitable fortunetelling to the services they offer at the shop.

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EPISODE - MEETING ASRA

One day, Izzy leaves the shop to buy crickets for Reuel and finds themself uncharacteristically wandering the city for hours after. They move from shop to shop, stand to stand, hoping for something to strike inspiration or distract them from their worries. It is then that Izzy happens upon a certain magician’s fortunetelling stand. 

Though Izzy has always doubted the credibility of any fortunetellers’ predictions, they are totally arrested by the display of this particular magician. Or rather, his aura -  carefree spontaneous, gentle, masterful ... it is an overwhelmingly reassuring aura which Izzy finds themself drawn to. Despite their best efforts, Izzy is unable to look away, utterly dazed and enraptured. 

The magician notices Izzy’s interest and beckons to them. “Would you like to know what tomorrow brings?” he says cheerfully.

Flustered, Izzy answers with a small self-disapproving scoff, “I’m merely trying to get through today.”

A cat-like smile then pinches into the magician’s lips. “Then would you like to know what tonight brings?” A card flashes as he works his deck onto the table. “Death.” The Magician looks up at them expectantly.

This time, Izzy releases a magician-disapproving scoff. “Should I be impressed? That could apply to anyone. The Red Plague has claimed so many lives-”

“Not a physical death. You are ending something, changing your mind, ending a chapter of your life?”

Izzy freezes momentarily. It is a moment before they find words again. “That’s too vague-”

“Temperance. You’re considering moving from one trade to another.” His purple eyes smile up at Izzy. “Don’t worry. You’ll be good at it, whatever it is. I have that feeling.” When Izzy doesn’t reply, the magician continues by turning a third card. “The Hermit, reversed. You’ve been in hiding for a while, haven’t you?”

A gulp of air tightens in Izzy’s throat. “... how...?”

“The cards are saying the time for hiding is over, Hermit. It’s time to come out and share your knowledge with others.” The magician leans forward and rests his chin atop interlocked fingers. 

Finding the jar of crickets slipping from their hands, Izzy snaps back into reality.  A dark look crosses their eyes. “... Is this a prank? Have you been spying on me? Death? Temperance? Hermit?”  With each word, they take a heavy step towards the magician’s table. “Mighty coincidental to just be assumptions, magician. Trickery at best.”

The magician shrugs. “It was in the cards-”

“THE CARDS?!” Izzy snaps. They grab the deck of cards. “And what’s in the cards for someone like you?! Someone who begs and-” Izzy turns the first card over, but their rage is immediately sidelined when they read the words at the bottom of the card. The face of a beggar stares back at them. They drop the card wordlessly on the table.

“... the Fool...” the Magician says. “You’re good at this.” He raises his hand, gesturing to take the cards back. “Come on. Give them back.”

But Izzy pulls away, overturning another card - just as the magician’s hand closes over it. For a moment, they stay like that, both holding either end of the card. Izzy blinks, feeling their face flushing pink. 

This card reads the Lovers. 

Flustered, Izzy releases the card. The Magician says nothing, studying the card for a moment. His eyes roll upwards along with his empty hand. “The rest of them. Please. These cards are special.”

But Izzy is already in the process of turning over another card. The Tower. Their face blanches, seeing the destructive vision affixed to it - fire climbing the tower’s walls, people falling to their deaths. The magician’s thumb closes over the falling bricks, and he takes the deck back.

“I...I’m sorry...” they offer, unable to make eye contact.

The magician shakes his head wearing a strained smile. “It’s alright. No harm done...” his voice trails off as he shuffles the cards together. When he is finished, he rests his chin smugly on his upraised fist. “You are surprisingly good at divination. Have you ever-”

“No-” Izzy shouts, suprising themself.

The magician blinks, taken aback at the abruptness of their answer. A dark smile works its way onto his face. He moves to pack up the rest of the artifacts on his stand. His face dips below the table. “On second thought, a little harm done...”

“W-what...?”

When he raises again, a beautiful white snake is climbing his arm. “But you could make it up to me by offering me and Faust a hot meal? I think I saw that in the cards too, just before I put them away.” He winks.

Izzy laughs, already feeling forgiven for their outburst. “Now that’s trickery at its finest.”

The magician shrugs again, “Might be~”

Izzy finds themself charmed. “Alright. It’s only fair. But I’ll warn you. I’m a horrible cook.”

“I can eat anything-,” the magician says in a singsong voice. What Izzy thought was a drape on the table transforms into a scarf, which the magician ties around his shoulders. “-No matter how awful.” He winks.

Izzy can’t help but fight back a blush. Honestly, there’s something special about this magician. They feel so safe next to him, like everything will be alright. Does he know some secret to happiness? Is it because he can divine the future with those cards? Is that why he seems so carefree? Izzy decides it would be worth it to spend the next hour or so finding out. “Alright.”

The magician smiles and gestures for Izzy to lead the way. They do.

“What’s your name, by the way?”

“Izzy. Yours?”

“Asra. And as I said, this is Faust.” He indicates the snake, now barely visibly peeking out of his shirt collar.

“She’s lovely~”

“Thank you.”

“I love reptiles too. I have a gecko at home - Reuel. You’ll meet him soon!”

“Can’t wait,” Asra beams.

They walk awkwardly together the rest of the way to the shop, talking about this and that in passing. Their small talk deepens after reaching the shop, breaching topics like the current state of the world, the origins of the Red Plague, and the existence of ghosts... They chat through dinner - some unfortunate cabbage soup that Izzy managed not to burn, and as if finding his aura attractive was not enough, Izzy finds themself thoroughly charmed by Asra’s intelligence and sense of humor. It’s nice having someone, a living person, in one’s home. 

And... they liked him especially. 

Izzy resolves to invite him over again. They need to see him again. “So, do you live around here?” Izzy asks as they clear the table.

“‘Around here,’ is a bit... nondescript, isn’t it?” He laughs. “Technically, yes?”

“Technically?” Izzy responds, puzzled. They dip the dirty dishes into the wash basin and turn to face him.

His smile turns downwards towards Faust, who is snuggled in his lap. “Here. There. Anywhere. I don’t live anywhere. Not anymore.”

Izzy snaps their fingers and points at him playfully. “Ah-HAH! You really ARE a beggar!”

“The card is called The Fool.” Asra smiles. “I told you were good at divination. A natural, even. You’ve really never done it before?”

“Is it similar to necromancy?” Izzy laughs indicating the macabre effects on their walls.

“Oh, is that what you do?” Asra laughs. “It might be. Do you want to learn about the cards?”

“Well, you said it yourself, I am looking to change trades. I ran into you at the right time, apparently.”

“I could teach you,” Asra answers with a serious look.

Izzy blushes and tucks a tuft of hair behind her ear. “... that is... kind of you, but I don’t have the resources to pay for lessons like that.”

“Do you have a spare room?” His cat-like smile works into the corners of his mouth.

Their eyes narrow in a knowing smile. “That’s presumptuous-”

“-Offer this Fool a room, then?” His smile spreads across his face playfully. “And a meal after each lesson? I think that would cover it.” He leans back in his chair, folding his arms behind his white hair. “And, I’ll teach you everything I know, Hermit.”

Izzy chokes on a laugh. 

Gosh. They liked him. 

They center themself, straightening out their blouse and clearing their throat. “... ok. I’ll get the room ready if you tell me about the cards.”

Asra beams back at them. 

“I’d be glad to.”

[hishotandhaywireheart]

Survey from Esther~

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? Janina Gavankar - Don't Look Down The Irrepressibles - Two Men In Love The Irrepressibles - The Arrow Flor - Warm Blood Shearwater - Animal Life Bastille - Laura Palmer 2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? I'm overwhelmed by this question and can't pick a single answer, sorry lol. This is like asking me what my favorite Pokémon is. 3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. I'm in a dog boarding facility's kitchen at the moment, no books in sight, I'm afraid. But I am reading the first book of the Raven Cycle series in audio form, if that helps 4: What do you think about most? What a question. Art? Animals? 5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? It's my boyfriend saying he's going to sleep :3 6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? *Gamagoori voice* I sleep in the nude 7: What’s your strangest talent? Even though I am not a smoker [unless you count a couple of hookahs per year], I can tell the brand of a cigarette by the smell of the smoke. The smell on someone's clothes, I know immediately what brand it is. Mixture of childhood exposure, sensory sensitivity, and the jobs I've worked lol. 8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) Girls are powerful. Boys are powerful. 9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? I dunno. Maybe? 10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? Uhh. Not a thing that occurs to me to do, to be honest lol 11: Do you have any strange phobias? Big phobia of hypodermic needles, or generally anything like a splinter, tiny shard of glass or hook getting underneath my skin. Phobic of getting pregnant. I guess those are weird. 12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? Uhhh probably? 13: What’s your religion? What a complicated question lol. Simple answer: I'm pagan. But there is literally nothing simple about my endless thoughts about spirituality 14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Taking a walk in the woods, or sitting by a stream or body of water [water sources are especially sacred parts of nature for me] 15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Both. But I love taking photos and nobody really takes any photos of me. So I guess behind. Especially when it's behind a Polaroid. 16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? Shearwater. Honorable mention to the Irrepressibles. 17: What was the last lie you told? Fuck if I know 18: Do you believe in karma? Not really. But as always I believe in the awesome power of the brain. 19: What does your URL mean? It's my name with "Irrepressible" after it, in the style of Jamie Irrepressible, the vocalist of, well, you can probably guess which band. 20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? Weakness - I'm extremely prone to gaslighting and self doubt about my own reality. Strength - I might not be a fan of abrupt change, but I am very adaptable, given time to adjust. 21: Who is your celebrity crush? None 22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? No, sadly. Remember what I said about my irrational fear of stepping on hooks or sharp objects? Interferes with my sacred need to swim in every lake I see. 23: How do you vent your anger? Ideally, art. Drawing, writing, even recording myself ranting to my microphone about it. 24: Do you have a collection of anything? I collect retro Pokémon merchandise and certain old video games. :> this makes me sound like a massive genwunner but rest assured, it's just an Aesthetic™ 25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Text, to be honest. Us auties generally do better communicating in text based media. Skype calls are useful at times but I've always found them too awkward with delays and such to use reliably. 26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? Hmmm. Tentatively, yes? 27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? Sound I hate: male voices shouting. Sound I love: music bouncing off walls and becoming ethereal and far away. 28: What’s your biggest “what if”? What if I don't understand what this question is asking me? 29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Ghosts, no. I talk about them a lot though because the idea of them is dear and important to me, but literally, no, I have no belief in some vaporized version of your personality that goes on after death. Aliens, I assume are a matter of inevitability. But I don't believe we will probably ever find or meet them in the foreseeable future. Humans think they are much more fascinating than they actually are. Aliens are not crawling all over themselves to build technology just to come fly over to our house and meet us. Sry 30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. Air both times lol 31: Smell the air. What do you smell? The heat coming on at work because morning is here. Faint dog poop smell. Gonna have to tidy that up lol 32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? Buttfuck nowhere, West Virginia 33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? East Coast, if we're talking america 34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? I don't have an opposite gender 35: To you, what is the meaning of life? To create something meaningful and beautiful, and to enjoy myself to the fullest while helping others whenever possible 36: Define Art. If it makes you think about whether or not it's art, then it's art. 37: Do you believe in luck? Uhh. Like as an actual outside force that decides whether good or bad stuff will happen to me, no. 38: What’s the weather like right now? Coldddd 39: What time is it? 6 am. Time to get off work! 40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? Yes, I drive, don't love it but glad I am able. No, but I did run over a bin once 41: What was the last book you read? A book about the history of heterosexuality as a concept, fascinating read actually 42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? As a kid I liked it but it's kinda gross now 43: Do you have any nicknames? Many 44: What was the last film you saw? Can't remember a film rn but I am currently watching The Story Of Film which I CANNOT recommend enough, it is a documentary series about, well, the history of cinema and even if you don't care about movie making... It will absorb you completely and make you not only care but be totally fascinated. I adore it. 45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? You know, I've been really lucky. Never broken bone or needed stitches or even like, been to the hospital, lol. I think I chipped my shin bone on a brick stair once. And a couple years ago I missed a stair going down and sprained my ankle, and my work refused to let me spend any time off my feet so I was crying from pain in front of customers lol. But it healed fast once I had a brace. No problem. 46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? I dunno. I was taught as a child that if you touch their wing dust even a little, they will lose their flight and die. So probably I haven't. Even though I now know this isn't quite true. 47: Do you have any obsessions right now? The Story of Film, some bands, getting sucked back deep into my lifelong love Pokémon again lol 48: What’s your sexual orientation? Pansexual, or: Why Are Gender And Genital Shape Our Main Social Indicator Of Romantic Or Sexual Preferences, Of All Things, That's Really Weird And I Can't Relate, Please Save Me From This Bizarro World 49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? Oh yes, plenty back in school 50: Do you believe in magic? Ahh. I believe in the power of will. I believe in the ability to make your own life full of magic via willpower. I believe in the harmless use of willpower to try and cause a change in your environment. I believe the force exercised by children known dismissively as "imagination" have incredible power to influence the mind and soul. I have no belief in a metaphysical force in the universe called "magic" that could describe basically anything and everything unknown to current science. If you ask me flat-out, I will say yes, I believe in magic. But this is more of what I mean. I don't believe in "magic", except that I do. Adamantly. 51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? I do not tend to forget. Forgive is a matter of situation. But I don't forget. And I am quite the talented ice prince when it comes to freezing someone entirely out of my life. This includes immediate family. I only speak to my little sister out of my entire family. 52: What is your astrological sign? Taurus-Gemini cusp! 53: Do you save money or spend it? Spend :T 54: What’s the last thing you purchased? Bread, milk and a couple very cheap, very pink, very glittery nail polishes. My weakness. 55: Love or lust? Yes. 56: In a relationship? Yep 57: How many relationships have you had? Uhh... Many? Serious, deep romantic relationships, which I suspect is your real question: three. 58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? Nope 59: Where were you yesterday? Home, and briefly out at the store. 60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? My nails are pink and glittery. 61: Are you wearing socks right now? Yep. I wear two pairs to work because my super comfy work shoes are just the tiniest bit too big. 62: What’s your favourite animal? You asked the impossible question. Today, your answer is: praying mantis. Specifically praying mantis godmothers. Ask me again in two hours for an entirely different answer. 63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? Sorry, too socially awkward for this prompt 64: Where is your best friend? In bed, it is very late and/or early. 65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. Don't really have favorites? Just people and stuff I like. 66: What is your heritage? Whitey white. Scots Irish, English, a bit of German, and like everything else you can expect from a family that's been in America about as long as a white devil could possibly be. My mother is a hobbyist genealogist, so this isn't just typical white folks bullshit, I'm vaguely more educated on my roots. I am in fact a distant cousin of notable American politician of the 19th century, Henry Clay. 67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? Playing Pokémon Blue! Beating the game for literally the first time ever! 68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? Uh. Um. Oh god, I don't know lmao 69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? Yes, everyone has, normalize it 70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Hmmm. Yes. 71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? Lose my job bitches, and maybe hope to go viral and boost my chances of getting a new job for doing this thing lol 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? A-Maybe. At least a few people. B-Travel, make good art, write my will, get my affairs in order. C- Yes, for a while. 73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. Trust obvs 74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? Many. First one that comes to mind is Empire by Jukebox the Ghost 75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? Nope 76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? Being best friends and trying to understand one another and willing to be open and honest, no ego in the way 77: How can I win your heart? Buy me sushi. 78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? Yes. 79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? To not have children. 80: What size shoes do you wear? American size seven in men's, nine in women's. Sometimes half a size up or down. 81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? No idea. I should get thinking on that. 82: What is your favourite word? Don't really have one favorite tbh 83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. Glowing lights, core imagery 84: What is a saying you say a lot? Hell yeah 85: What’s the last song you listened to? Maxiimo Park - Going Missing 86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? Long story short: indigo. 87: What is your current desktop picture? Some Pokémon, I forget which. 88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? A random white supremacist, maybe, but honestly, I probably wouldn't press it 89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? No idea rn 90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? I'd be quite disturbed because I cut my teeth on Ocarina of Time and was very creeped out by ReDeads 91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? Shapeshifting. Always my answer. Covers being an animal, or being a child, or flying, or swimming. 92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? First thought is a marching band performance from high school. Second thought is back in that car in the vast moonlit Utah desert. 93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? Bad math teachers. Gave me a complex about math and didn't improve me as a person in any way like most of the others did. 94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? No interest 95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Japan motherfuckers 96: Do you have any relatives in jail? Not that I'm aware of but I couldn't care less tbh 97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? If I have, I must have been very small. 98: Ever been on a plane? Yep, just twice. 99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? If they actually absorbed what I had to say? Love yourselves. Love each other. Endeavor to understand each other. Try to figure out what you were taught wrong about yourself and your fellow humans, and unlearn those things. Embrace humanity in all its diversity. Open up and be vulnerable.