#(they don't wanna think about grand feast time)

[liroyalty]

"Fuck, it's November."

"I fucking hate it here."

[thedeafprophet]

ASK JUMPSCARE!

Alex, Jamie, and Josie: canvas, road, and change please :)

hi maple :3c

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

Josephine, while not having any particularly notable scars (i do imagine has some just not... particular ones come to mind), Josie does notably have markings in stretch marks. Folks with eds tend to get them in general, as well as from her pregnancy.

Alex has a considerable amount of scars - from fights and scuffles for one. There was also the top surgery scars...... and then the big one on his chest by being piecered with a wood during the summer event in game last year which killed him very dead. He got better.

Jamie meanwhile:

They did have scars, of course. But they dont anymore

Jamie has piercings, of course, but im not entierly sure i wanna show them tits out in this ask game akskldlflfh. You can see here if you really want

road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

Travel is an interesting concept of the neath.... my ocs Don't Really Go Anywhere, except for like, the zee or on the Great Hellbound Railway... i guess to the ceiling now too lmao

So i offer: Josie in a traveling suit, Alex in his zailing jacket and sweater. (Jamie i dont think really wears anything different when traveling, just up in a suit)

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Alex has changed significantly appearance wise. Because. he's trans lmao. Initially it was when he cut his hair at 18 and really started being Alex that things Change, and then we came to the neath and had access to neathy testosterone he physically changed a fair bit. #trans rights. oh also he got a flame tattoo at his first feast of the rose because he likes flame

Josie appearance wise is that grand of a change, but she's def shifted over time. Acess to better clothes, aquiring her glasses, changing how she presented herself. Josie wanted to come across as professional in her adult years, which is a bit of a push to get people to accept her.

Jamie was answered here

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[deputygonebye]

@hauntcdsouls asked: 🍳

Random Acts of Service Symbol Prompt || (Sender) makes breakfast for (Receiver) || Beth Greene

Shane smelled the eggs before the plate had even arrived. Fried and crispy around the edges, the yellow yolk still firm and unbroken, just the way that he liked best. It was a breakfast of champions, simple though it was. More than what others were welcomed to - cans of beans and whatever meats that could be hunted down - a reason to consider himself blessed in the grand scheme. What Beth had done was sweet. Was far kinder a gesture than what the rest of the Greene family had shown Shane in recent; Hershel and Maggie always staring at him, unfairly angry over what he had done and what he had yet to do. An unjust punishment that wasn't warranted, least so was thought by the former deputy, everything that was done was done for the good of the group, the family who lived in blissful ignorance on their little farm with their chickens and wildflowers. But still was he denounced as a problem. Shane and all of his woes, best left to the company of himself and his own mind, alone.

Little Beth, as was evident by the plate of eggs, the glass of orange juice that only filled half way, what could be spared from stock, didn't dwell on the worries of her kin, their opinions were of little influence to her own. She didn't despise Shane as Hershel and Maggie did. She didn't openly show her disdain. Rather, through hospitality that was all her own, her own choosing, her own making, she cooked him breakfast. An act that Shane would return in due time. No kindness ever gone unnoticed nor unappreciated. Jean had raised him well.

Sitting at the lawn table just near Dale's RV, Shane took his meal with thankful hands. Sat the plate down and began to feast, slurped the juice from his glass like a man who had been starved. Nothing would ever taste as good as Beth's homecooked breakfast eggs.

"Thank you, Beth." Shane said, lifting his gaze from his running yolk to her bright blues, fork prongs dripping. "This is a darn good breakfast. A real good breakfast. I appreciate you doin' this for me. I really do."

Shane mumbled, scooping up another buttery chunk and popping it into his mouth without hesitation, "I know what your family thinks of me, and I have plenty of thoughts about them myself, but I just want you to know that I do care about this place and the people on it. I wouldn't ever try to upset anyone, and I am sorry if I've ever upset you. I don't mean to. I just wanna keep everybody safe. Your dad doesn't think so, and I know he thinks I'm a fool, but it's the truth. I care about you all, Beth."

[softysuho]

pretty boy & zombies

pairing: yunho x reader

summary: In the year 3013, the government unleashed their first wave of "natural selection". They took out elderly by offering a vaccine that was told to prevent further sicknesses and stated that it was mandatory. After the elderly were wiped from the earth, phase two was put into action. There they unleashed a monster. The government started the zombie apocalypse in hopes that the elite human race would show itself.

word count: 1.9k (a/n its been awhile and this is lowkey shit, I also can't figure out how to put "keep reading" in with the new Tumblr update, but I hope you all enjoy this drabble💖)

It was day like every other day, humid and way too hot for any sort of physical activity. The small house you sit in does little to keep the warm weather out, it was a cute place from what was left. There had been an old couple in here prior, from what you gathered. They looked cute and happy in the photos that were scattered across the walls. Most of the food leftover had gone bad, but they did have a decent amount of medical supplies. 

You sighed as you thought back to your home, your parents and your little baby sister. It was hard to keep track of the days you have been without your family, four or five months maybe. Your college days were long behind you now, no more parties, no more all nighters doing homework. Everything had been taken from you. 

On an average day supply run, you can still see the tall billboards, promising a better future. The face of the man who decided to play God and Mother Nature. What bullshit. You wondered if he is dead now, if the zombies got to him like they did to everyone else in the towns. 

One could only hope. 

As for other survivors out there, you know that there are some sharing the near city with you. One day stores could have shelves of food and the next day there seems to be half. Although you haven’t crossed paths with any. Who knows if they would be friendly. 

Maybe they’d put you out of your misery. 

Most days that sounded nice. To be able to join your family in the afterlife. Somedays you knew you didn’t want to die, the fear of what comes next after death chilled your bones. You certainly don’t want to feast off human guts and brains for the next eternity. What if the undead are still the people they were before? Maybe they can only watch themselves turn into a monster.  

As you were running low on filling meals, left with light snacks, you decided it was best to into the deeper parts of the city. It was risky, considering it used to be the most populated, but desperate times come to desperate measures.

You grabbed your gear and your sharp machete and adjusted your makeshift armor straps before taking off. Staying low in the tree was one of the safer moves, taking the longest way into the city in hopes of avoiding hordes. The nature was a beautiful sight, the refreshing smell of pine and the distant trickling of water. Normally it'd be calming if you didn't have to fear the undead lurking.

You wondered if nature would begin to go back in time, before the greedy human fingers that destroyed their beauty. However, you wondered if there would be any animal left once the zombies come and eat them as well. One could only hope they'll be okay.

As the trees began to thin out, you could see the city that used to home to many. The streets were covered in half eaten corpses, trash from the chaos and blood. In the beginning, this sight had you emptying your stomach in a near by bush, 10 deep breaths and one 'you can do this'. These days though, it was just the normal sight you'd become accustomed to.

Normally, these trips would be to the same grocery store you've been too for the last few months. You knew these roads now, and every nook and cranny on the way there. But today was different. You were tired of looking like you just crawled out of an old ladies closet, no offense to her. So you decided to head towards one of the stores with both clothing and food. Hopefully you'd find a new blanket to take as well.

There was a light pep in your step as you made your way there, a small amount of excitement you haven't felt in a long time at the thought of some new clothes. You wondered what else there would be there besides what you need and that thought was fun to think about. So similar to what would've went through your head before the destruction of humanity.

You stuck close to the walls of the tall buildings, trying to be as quiet as you could. You couldn't afford to risk being caught now, out in the open by the dead before you even had a chance to see how bad the rest of the city really was.

What you didn't realize, though, was how lost you were in your thoughts. You inched closer to that dark alleyway you would've avoided originally, one that could hide several lurking bodies within.

It was too late by then, a large and warm hand covered your mouth as an arm wrapped itself around your torso. Alarm bells were going off in your head, slowly realizing that you had to escape before you met your doom. Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes, praying to whatever was out there to let you live for another day.

"Would you shut up? I'd rather not regret saving your ass." It was a harsh whisper against your ear, but it did its job as you calmed in the unknown (hopefully) humans arms. "You were being followed." This time the voice was soft, hand finally falling away from your mouth to pull you closer and further into the darkness.

Only then did you notice the scuffing of feet and deep voices. You could tell they weren't far, and they clearly would've seen you walking alone at some point. A thousand 'thank yous' raced through your head towards the person behind you and you could only hope they could feel how thankful you were. You turned to look towards the stranger, only seeing that is was a male who was taller than you. Or at least, thats what you assumed.

The two of you stayed within the alleyways darkness even after the group walked past and out of ear shot. You heard a breath of relief behind you, followed by a brief brush of shoulders. As the man peered out from the darkness, you saw the messy mop of black hair and a quarter of his face. Inching closer to the man, your eyes popped over his shoulder and scanned for any signs of movement. When you both deemed it safe, he motioned you with his fingers and brought you in the opposite direction of the group.

"The hell were you doing out in the open like that?" He said above a whisper. However you were shocked by the way his eyes sparkled in the sunlight, simply managing a small shrug. He rolled his eyes at you in response, "I'm Yunho.. I've been living in that upscale apartment complex a ways down for about a month, and I swear I've seen everyone who is left around here. You're new?"

You scoffed lowly and looked over your shoulder. Why was he telling you this? Did he want to take you back and murder you for supplies? "I've been living in the woods, there was a farm a little ways out and I've only stuck to the store on that side of town."

Yunho hummed, seemingly lost in thought. He didn't seemed too beat up for being out here alone, not like you at least. There were scratches on your arms from shrubbery as well as old blood from a run in with the dead. Yunho was handsome and from the glimpses of his smile, you could tell it was bright.

You had been walking side by side for awhile now, going into the town deeper than you ever had been. The building were getting taller, more expensive and grand. First floor windows were either boarded up or broken, probably either hiding or stealing. You could picture the busy streets, the high class fashion of the upper working class.

"If you've been here for a month, how come you haven't tried to make friends?" You said softly, looking up at Yunho curiously.

"I had ran into the leader about two weeks ago," He scratched his head, looking from side to side while he kept an eye out. "It was fine at first, we made small talk in one of the stores." Yunho pointed behind him and rolled his eyes, "Somewhere back there, I don't remember. We talked for awhile before one of his buddies came in and claimed he could see a bite mark.. All hell broke out after, but I snuck out the back."

You rose your brows and patted him on the shoulder. "His buddy sounds like a real winner."

When you reached the building, you were pretty amazed at the shape it was left in. There was only one window that was broken, leaving the rest of them untouched. "I don't think anyone attempted to stay here so it was pretty much abandoned." Yunho smirked to himself and took a deep breath before he opened the front doors. "After you, ma'am." He bowed and gestured for you to take a step indoors. You gaped at the interior, if you thought hard enough you could see this place lit up and running as it should. The fountain glowing as the clear water fell into each bowl, grand chandeliers brightening the room. Your face was stuck, awestruck with a small smile. You wished you could've saw everything work in action or had the opportunity to stay a night here with room service.

"Woah.." You whispered when an arm was thrown around your shoulder.

"Wanna go room hunting with me? I've only been to the first five floors." Yunho whispered back as, he too, studied the hotel lobby. Pursing your lips, you shrugged and looked up at Yunho. Studying his features for a few brief moments. He was, indeed, very handsome.

Yunho watched you from the corner of his eye, his lips twitching into a smile. As fast as he could, Yunho turned his whole head to catch you in the act. The smile turning into a giant smirk. "See something you like?" He spoke first, head cocking to the side. "It's okay, I see something I like as well." A wink was sent your way, causing a blush to cover your features.

"Shut up," You joked, side eyeing him before your elbow met his ribs. He chuckled at you and took your hand to pull you to the stairs. "Find me some nice clothes and I'll reward you with a treat." Instead of your voice giving off a confident tone, it came out small and squeaky, leading your blush to darken a tenfold.

"Oh? And what is the treat? I think I should know before doing what I'm told."

"Guess it depends on how well you do."

After several hours of searching, jokes and excitement from not expired food, Yunho was able to come up with a nice sturdy set of blue jeans, a pair of leggings, some new combat boots, three shirts and one giant ass hoodie. He looked at you with wide and innocent eyes, silently asking you for his treat.

With a long sigh, you plopped yourself down on the couch and gestured him to come closer. As soon as he was within arms reach, you gripped his shirt and pulled him down on top of you. "Y/n.. you can't have my shirt." He said with a shit eating grin.

"Just shut up and kiss me."

[andrea-lyn]

Prompt: Missing scene from No Love Like Your Love. I'd love a scene of one of Malex's phone calls during the 3 yrs away. I know we got the one when Michael first got there. But I'd love to get another one in the middle when they're just missing each other and maybe wanting to talk about their future. I just imagine how sweet they are on these phone calls. (Another idea if you don't like this one is Michael receiving the video from Alex of him dancing. I imagine that would give him...feelings!)

(I will always write more of this! There’s also a oneshot coming post-fic, so keep an eye out for that whenever I find the time to finish)*It’s Michael’s birthday in two days, which normally is an exciting time for him.This year, he’s been feeling despondent and a little quiet about it. For the last few years, he’s had his Mom and Alex to really make the day feel special in ways that he’d never felt on Antar. He knows there’s a feast prepared for him and a grand dance that he’ll be attending later on tonight, but it’s not milkshakes at the Crashdown and it’s definitely not Alex curled up around him, singing him happy birthday in his ear like the world’s sexiest thing.God, Michael misses him. Still, it’s not all terrible. He’d received a text relay from his mother with instructions to beef up the comms device on the night before his birthday as there would be an extremely large data packet coming through prior to their talk, so Michael’s been distracted with the work. It’s just what he needs, and he has to wonder if that isn’t part of his Mom’s gift to him, with her knowing that this year would be hard, being the first year back from Earth. Michael’s begun to think of it as being away from home, but he genuinely believes that to be true. Once he has everything ready to go, he turns on the device and sits cross-legged in front of the comms broadcast patiently, hands in his lap as he waits excitedly to see his Mom and Alex for the first time in months (their last call had been eight weeks ago and it could be eight hours and Michael would think it too long). He’s beginning to honestly wonder how the hell he’s going to survive three years apart.The feed starts to spur to life, images beginning to appear in blurry form, but Michael hears the tinny sound of music before he sees anyone. Background noise filters in, more than there’d be for the garage, and as the image begins to clear up, Michael can tell that it’s a recorded video and it’s at the Pony.“Oh, he’s gonna love this,” he hears Maria’s voice behind the recording device.Michael shifts in his seat, moving to the edge of it as he tries to make out the image as it focuses and becomes less pixelated. The strains of music become a lot clearer, heavy bass thumping as the camera focuses on the bar area.Suddenly, Michael is understanding who the he is as he watches Alex haul himself onto the bar with straining forearm muscles helping him do it smoothly. That’s Closer by Nine Inch Nails playing, even though Michael can barely hear it over the eager screams of women — what looks like a bachelorette party.Michael locks eyes with Alex in the video, even though he knows he can’t see him back. Alex squats, tight jeans straining at the thighs, the tank top he’s wearing along with a long necklace showing gleaming, sweaty skin as he slowly starts to wind his way to his feet, strolling along the bar before he strikes a pose, hands hitting hip bones as he grinds and sways, making a crooking ‘come here’ motion with his fingers the instant the lyrics sing, I wanna fuck you like an animal.“Oh, fuck,” Michael lets out a ragged cry, the moan drawn out of him. Alex must know the audience he has, but what’s incredible is that in even under a year, the way Alex moves is so free and fluid, like he doesn’t give a damn what anyone in Roswell thinks. He hears a few slurs being flung at him, but the bachelorette party is clearly in his corner, from the vicious way they defend him.And given the way he hears Hank yowl with pain, Michael thinks smugly that he definitely got hit.He watches as one of the girls drapes a feather boa around Alex’s neck (which he ducks to accommodate), before Alex moves along with the music, sliding to his knees so he can lean back until his shoulders are almost pressed to the wooden bar, starting to inch his way back up to the beat. Michael can see the sweat dripping down his temple, and he watches as Alex turns, eyeing the camera again.He mouths the words, “You get me closer to God,” right at him, and Michael feels shivers go down his spine, knowing those are meant for him.Alex leans over to take a shot that one of the girls has left out for him, licking his lower lip, rubbing two fingers along the bottom one and sucking them in his mouth before he hops down mid-song, wandering through the bar. Michael can hear Maria laughing on the video, but Michael’s not in a laughing mood right now. Suddenly, the noise from the video dims, which Michael is about to protest and fiddle with the device, but he sees why when suddenly the three-dimensional image fades out and is replaced by Alex sitting in the garage back at home. His heart swells as he looks at him, beating faster as he stares at his handsome boyfriend. It’s only a shame he’s so far away, because after that video, Michael has things he wants to do to him.“You know, that’s gotta be classed as some kind of torture,” Michael ekes out, exhausted and mildly upset as he presses the heel of his palm against his cock to try and calm down. “You send me that knowing I’m so far away? At least tell me the bachelorettes behaved with you.”“It took me days to wash off the glitter, but they let me escape with my dignity,” Alex promises. He looks like he’s just woken up, his hair not styled and swept over his forehead, making him look wildly handsome even though Michael can see the sleep in his eyes. He yearns to reach through the connection and rub it away, but he can’t.For all that he can talk to Alex, he can’t touch him or be with him the way he wants to — at least, not yet. He’s got plans on how to fix that.“Happy birthday, Michael,” Alex says, softly and with great tenderness. “I know it’s not the best of gifts…”“Alex,” Michael cuts him off. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m gonna download this whole conversation off the server so no one else gets to see it, but so I can watch it on a daily basis. At least once a day.” He might even get to three or four times, thinking about the way Alex’s tongue had touched his lower lip during the video. “I miss you so much,” he tells him. “I wanna be there, so we can go get milkshakes and you can kiss every inch of my body and worship me.”“Oh, is that what the birthday boy gets?” is Alex’s smug little reply, clearly amused. Michael isn’t planning to back down. “I mean, it’s what the birthday boy wants.” He goes serious, then, staring at Alex as his face falls. “He only wants you.”Alex doesn’t say anything, but he holds up his hand. Michael knows he must be missing him just as much and Michael does the same, getting as close as he can without touching (because he thinks it’ll break his heart to push through and only get air instead of the warmth of Alex’s palm).“You gotta not say those things,” Alex replies, sounding choked up.Michael understands all too well. He doesn’t want the big lavish banquet or whatever expensive gift Isobel has planned for him. He wants one specific thing and that’s Alex, but he’s not going to get him in his bed or be able to hold Alex flush against his body, sliding his palm over his heart. Maybe it’s better to stop cruelly teasing himself.“Is that what you’ve been doing now?” Michael asks. “Dancing on the bar at the Pony?”“I wanna hear about you,” Alex protests.“We’ll get there,” Michael promises, staring at Alex fondly. “We’ve got at least an hour for this call,” he says, grabbing a full body sized pillow to hug to his chest like it can somehow act as a replacement for Alex (even though that’s impossible). “Tell me about Roswell.”Alex does, for the better part of their hour. He tells Michael about what’s happening at home with him and Mara, he talks about his career both writing music for other artists, his shifts at the music store, and how he’s been picking up more work at the Pony because the tips pay better (though usually not with the locals, which Alex scowls at to say). Michael hears about the letters from Liz and news from Maria.It all aches in a new way for Michael, who’s never loved anyone like this before. He knows it’ll make them stronger in the end to have this time apart, but right now, he kind of wants to curl up in a ball and cry for how much he misses him. Michael doesn’t say much about Antar, other than telling Alex about the plans for the night, showing him his suit, and talking about the gifts that he’ll get. By the time he’s rushed through that, the power starts to drain from his room and Michael can’t even begin to imagine what’s happening on the other end.“When will we get to talk again?” Alex asks, his voice small as the reality sinks in that they won’t get to talk again for a while.Judging by the schedule of power on Antar, Michael thinks that it’ll be two months, at best. “Eight weeks?” he judges, feeling miserable to say it. “Too long, no matter when it is. I’m gonna bury myself in my projects,” he admits. “It’s still not good enough.” Just like the pillow he’s holding onto isn’t good enough either.Alex stares at him, like he’s trying to memorize his face, and he sighs when the power over the relay dims again. “I better go, before someone gets suspicious. Happy birthday Michael. I love you, with all of me.”“I love you too. Take care of Mom, okay? And thank her,” he adds, suspecting that her present to him had been giving him all this time with Alex without intruding. “She’ll know why.”“I’ll talk to you in eight weeks,” Alex promises, as he leans forward, fingers hovering over the disconnect button. “And I’m gonna love you just as much then as I do now,” he vows, with a fond smile on his face. “Good,” Michael replies. “Remember that when you’re dancing on bartops.”He gets one last beautiful, sweet, perfect smile from Alex and then the feed goes dark. Michael’s left alone in his bedroom clutching onto his pillow. He buries his face in it, trying to stem the grief of being away from Alex, but knowing that he doesn’t have to let it hurt him. Instead, he can let it be the main driver for why he needs to wrap things up, abdicate, and get back home.He’s a genius. If anyone’s going to figure this out, it’ll be him.

[japsthoughts]

Tires of emotions during boards.

It was 3 in the morning. I woke up with 2hrs sleep, feeling sleepy & anxious. It felt like i'm ready and at the same time i was not. I'm trying to not feel the pressure and leave all the worries behind. I was the last reviewee who went to sleep yet the first one who woke up. Smelled my new white polo which is required to each examinees and wore it. I prayed and tried to go back to sleep but i can't, thoughts popping out. I grabbed my cl hand outs and reviewed it in our lobby, I know to myself that i ain’t absorbing anything. I’m worried and im like 3hrs away from the exact time to take the first subject.

I read the letter that Tyn wrote to me for that day. My heart is full while reading it. I'm teary eyed. I again, prayed to the Lord. I know that i can't make any things without His guidance so i ask for it as much as i can as this is the battle that i’ve prepared for months and i don’t wanna mess things up plus fail my parents and my Ates who financially supports me.

First day went smooth. Questions are hard but what really had me that day is the Lord's presence. I'm filled with happiness as i felt it. I went directly to church as it's midweek. Went straight to the dorm to sleep but my paranoid self can't help to get my handouts to study. Damn, i hate myself for that. Kuya migs tried to stop me and said it's unhealthy for me to study this late (12am). Given the fact that i only had 2hrs sleep, i know to myself that everything i'll read wont get inside my head. So i listened.

November 20, 2019 (first day!)

It was 4 in the morning. I woke up with four hours sleep and think it's enough to bang a big day. I grab my pc notes, calculator, and a tariff laws reviewers but to be honest i don't know what to review.

I resolve in getting the methods of valuation which i think i forgot so i browse it but before that i tried to solve one pc problem. I'm trying to calm myself as it is the last day of the boards and im too scared. From jeep to while waiting for our que to enter the exam room, i'm reading the mov and yep i finished it hehez(sobrang pasaway). Here the tl comes and shitttttt it was fuckinggg hard!!!! Never thought it would be that hard because i am acing it every diagnostics and mb but shittttttt. When someone told you that you have to take subjects equally YOU.MUST.FUCKIN.LISTEN.TO.THEM. Look what happened to me. Kainis!! I cried on that subject. I just lift it all to Him.o be calm and to not feel the pressure.

November 21, 2019 (second day!)

That's the photo of us after tariff fucking law. We were shookt because they said that we have to memorize the rates of PPAs so damn we crammed. Huhuhu

After the computation. As i was leaving the room area I was shookt that almost everyone is crying. Well, i'm about to cry too but idk why it didn't fell down. Before going to the dorm, all of my classmate who were also assigned in my school were went to the church. Unfortunately, i got no church to ran to because it's still thursday so i have to wait for tomorrow's service. So i decided to eat in Jollibee first, I ordered a lot. I was drained, hopeless, heavy burdened. After i eat, tears started to flow. It was hard. I felt like I’m not gonna make it. I can't believe that it would be this hard. So I called my best friend, Tyn and she saved me that night. Separate blog for that. So yeah. After that i went to the dorm. Most of them are crying, they also felt my baggage. So I just give it to the Lord.

The next day( November 22, 2019). Tyn and I went to Rizal Park and National Library.

I went there to unwind. And we went directly to Pasay Church. What a nice coincidence wherein there's a concert of AUP Alumni Choir i think. It was sooo good

And they sung "Great is Thy Faithfulness" which is my theme song.

November 23, 2019 I went to church

November 24, 2019 Ma’am Rox treated us in a Grand Feast. It was such a good experience. The lights, the message of the songs, the companies.

All was great. We all are aiming to pass and bagging the 100% passing rate. And yep, that night we just give everything to Him.

After our dinner, one of my classmates confirmed that tomorrow will be the release of CBLE passers. We all are shookt. Damn, tomorrow is the day!!

November 25, 2019 Judgement day! I woke up at 9am and check if there's a call from Tyn. I ask her to see the result for me. I want her to be the one to tell me what's the result. I resolve to go in a coffee shop to wait for the call. I bring the book " Desire of Ages" with me and read 3 chapters.

It's around 6pm and no results yet. I was too anxious and at the same time excited. Here comes 7pm and still no results. I decided to go to bonchon to eat and planned to go home because they might release it by midnight.

While eating, my head is going nowhere. I'm too exhausted and anxious. Andd what i ordered is damnnn not worth the price. Urggg. But still, i need to eat it because it was fucking expensive.

7:40pm I received a call from my ate. She's crying and said "Congratulations, Kapatid!" I cried. No, i cried sooo hard. (DAMNNN IM CRYING WHILE TYPING THIS ONE). After the call i close my eyes and pray. I thank Him for being so faithful. I'm still crying while praying so it's really real.

I rush to the coffee shop where I went and use their wifi to check if it's really real. AND IT WAS REALLY REALLLLL. MARAMING SALAMAT PO PANGINOON!!!

I went home with a little celebration.

To my Parents, Ates, Professors, HS Teachers. Friends, Bestfriends. Thank you for the wisdom that i got from each one of you. And of course, to You, Lord. Thank You for being with me through my darkest sorrows. You have seen me fight my silent battles and struggles. Thank You for the blessings oh Lord. May all the Glories be unto You! 💚

[lovely0painter]

Day 4 & 5

Based off of prompts from @paperhat-week-month

I love you and Asking out

XR was a bit amazed by Nos in many ways.

He was strong

He stands his ground and faces situations with his head held high.

There were times XR was grateful when Nos saved him numerous times and even helped him in situations he had put himself in.

He was also a great friend that stood by his side and didn't judge him.

So imagine a guy like him who was terrified of the energy vampire is head over heels for him!

That's right he has not only a crush, he was falling for him and the worse part he doesn't know how to get it out to tell him.

“But I keep having my tongue glues to the roof of my mouth. Not to mention he has that older energy vampire…” he grumbled and glares at the thought of the older robot DRAC_2_LA and his brother AL_U_CAR_ D. When he first met them, AL was a decent energy vampire although he feast on fear but he was sincere and kind. DRAC was always flirting around Nos and even tried to woo him over time. Luckily Nos always said no but it also hurts to know he might not like males.

‘Then again he just really dislikes DRAC.’

He decided he needed to tell Nos that he loves him so he decided to ask his buddies how he can express his crush.

Buzz was not the best help at all.

“XR are you really positive or is it you just admire him?”

XR slumps on the table and groan.

Booster tried his best but with not much experience… he was the least likely to ask.

Mira was helpful but then XR realized Nos was not a vegetarian and that he knows he prefer roses or even one over a grand bouquet and not to mention he doesn't adorn accessories aside his cape cloak.

“Think XR! Think!” He groan as he tried to figure out what to say. “Who should I ask?”

“Who should you ask about exactly?”

XR turned to see Nos floating in confused.

XR was going to ask what he should say but then had an idea.

“Hey nos, say if you really love someone but it's hard to say… hard to express to that person, what would you do?”

Nos raised an imaginary brow. “Is it someone we know that you have a crush on my friend?”

“W-well you see I… I'm helping a friend who likes someone but you and I know I'm not the best and well, I still want to help them.”

Nos was a bit surprised but took it to thought.

“Well I would tell them the truth. Just let it out.” Nos nodded as he pat his friends shoulder. “So who is the lucky girl?”

XR was nervous but for a moment he saw Nos was stiffer and his smile strained if not twitching.

‘Wait- is Nos… jealous?’ XR smiled inwardly and thought of something. “Well I can only tell you he's not a girl.”

Nos perked as XR continued. “He is really strong and scary if you get him mad. He has really beautiful optics and he might be older than me.” XR saw Nos clenching his claws into a tight grip.

“Well he's kinda possessive-”

“Don't tell me it's him?!” Nos growled.

“Nos-”

“XR I cannot allow you to be taken by AL_U_CAR_D!” Nos kneels before him and held his hands close.

“XR I love you and not as a friend, more than  anything-”

“Nos its-”

“I will prove to you-”

“I love you!” XR shouted and he saw Nos was quiet.

“I love you Nos-4-a2.” XR smiles and leans forward to kiss him but only for a second and pulls back. “So…. Wanna go out?”

Nos smiled to him and kisses him and XR blushes and melts into the kiss. When XR pulls away he smiles goofily.

“I'll take that as yes.”