#ChristopherDang

[nickeless]

I’ve been pretty blessed so far in my life that I haven’t really had to deal with death of a loved one too often. In my life I’ve only lost two family members and I’ve been lucky enough to not lose any close friends.

When I was young my great aunt passed away. My sister and I were very close to her. I was only maybe seven or eight when she passed, but I can still remember the exact moment my mom told me she was in the hospital. At the time it was just me and my mom. My sister was still living with my dad. We were living in Fox Chase apartments at the time and I was in my mom room jumping on her bed watching tv. My mom came in with a worried look on her face and she broke the news to me. I don’t think I really understood the full extent of going on, but I remember seeing my moms face and I instantly became sad.

I don’t remember anything after that. I don’t remember going to the hospital. I don’t remember if she passed right away or if I got to see her again. I don’t remember her funeral. I don’t remember that I had to go to counseling because I had a hard time dealing with the loss. I don’t even remember having a hard time with it.

I do remember how she smelled. I remember that she was the one who taught me how to Đọc kinh (pray in Vietnamese). I remember the way her Thịt kho tasted. I remember that the reason I love the smell of moth balls is because her house always smelled like them.

I wouldn’t have to deal with death again until my early 20′s when my grandpa on my mom’s side passed. To be honest, I wasn’t very close to my grandpa. I rarely saw him and we never really talked when I did. I was sad for sure, but more so sad for my family. My uncles, my cousins that were close to him, my mom. I was sad for them and about the fact that I didn’t know how to comfort them. All I could do was be there. Then one Wednesday a couple of weeks ago I get a phone call from my uncle at 4 in the morning. I didn’t wake up to it. Then my dad calls me a little later and I half woke up, but my dad calls me at random times all the time so I thought nothing of it and decided I would call him back after I woke up. Then my mom calls me. The fact that she’s calling me this early I already knew something was wrong. When she answered the phone my heart dropped. When she told me about your passing, I broke. I didn’t know I could sob so hard. I don’t know how long I was kneeling at the foot of my bed crying in disbelief. I’ve never felt such a deep level of despair, I just couldn’t grasp the idea that you were gone. 

When the tears finally stopped and I could breath again, I just sat there. I called my family members, they all insisted that I either go to my uncles or go to work to stay busy. I couldn’t call your brothers, I couldn’t imagine the pain they were going through and I know that I wasn’t strong enough to handle it. My uncle had a class and my aunt was at work, so I decided to go to work. I couldn’t focus, I randomly had mini break downs. So I left after only a few hours of being there. I had no idea what to do. So I went to church. I went to the chapel, sat in the back and just cried. I remember my cousin posting something about how when we had a scare with her brother and his surgery she went to the same chapel and cried, and others who happened to be there just sat next to her and held her hand while she cried. I wanted that. I wanted someone to just sit with me, with out any questions, let me cry and just hold my hand. But no one ever did. I guess that’s the difference between seeing a young girl and a grown man crying. Everyone just avoided me as I sat in the back trying my best to not disturb their prayers. I prayed and I cried and I felt so alone for hours.

I got no comfort sitting there praying. I was lost. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. How was I supposed to feel? I didn’t want to be alone, but I don’t want to be around anyone. I called a couple of my friends, but what was I supposed to say? I called my friend Jon Jon to see if he wanted to grab some coffee, but he was having lunch with a friend. He invited me to lunch but I declined, and we decided to meet up after his lunch. So with no where to go I just sat there in my car. I felt numb, alone. I knew everyone in my family was trying to be strong and put on a brave face, and I wanted to do that as well. But I didn’t know how. I didn’t know how to process my emotions. I didn’t know how to handle the emptiness I felt. After some time Jon Jon finished his lunch, we met up and grabbed some coffee. I told him what was going on and as I did I just broke down again. There are only a handful of people who I’ve ever cried in front of. That didn’t help.

That night I picked up my aunt, took her to my uncle’s house and we just sat together and talked. None of it felt real, I still couldn’t come to terms with the fact that all of this was actually happening. I told my aunt about how I just talked to you that Saturday. How you wanted to go see a movie the day before but I was busy, and how you wanted to get dinner on Sunday but I was busy. I felt so guilty. On the night you passed I was literally down the street from your apartment Chris. I should have been there for you. I fucking always talk about how much I love my family and how lucky I am to have such an amazing one, but I constantly get caught up in my own shit and take for granted what I’ve been given. I didn’t even get to see you again. I was right fucking there. I could have walked to your house. I should have come over. I should have invited you out. I should have told you how much I love you. Growing up always feeling like an outcast, you always made me feel like I was your brother. You stood up for me, and you were the first person to say I’m proud of you. I felt like such a failure in the family’s eyes, a huge disappointment. But you were the first to see how hard I was working, and how proud I was of myself for what I’ve managed to accomplish. And where was I when you needed me most, two fucking blocks from your house getting drunk.

I saw your baby brother the next day, your parents and him flew out to Houston to start the process of collecting your belongings and bring you home to Jacksonville. I held your weeping brother trying to keep it together for him, trying to be strong for him.

I wouldn’t cry again until I saw your casket. I couldn’t cry at your funeral or the many prayer sessions that were held in your name. What the fuck is wrong with me. The only time I could cry was when it was just the family and you.

Chris, I love you so much brother. You were such a bright light in all of our lives and your passing is a great loss to humankind. I’m still lost. I still don’t know what to do or how to move forward. Being with the family laughing and crying helped. But now that I’m home and back to my every day I don’t know what to do. I miss you so much

[schattenmagier]

[ Continued from here // @christopher-danger ]

She had told him to get lost! To leave her alone! But did the man listen? Apparently not. So she had to get her point across in a different way it seemed. And so the thief had stabbed him. It had been so easy. He had given her enough time to figure a way out to get one of her blades behind his armor. But even though Lilli had done such a violent act, she had made sure to not hit a critical point. There was no need to spill more blood than needed, and a warning should be enough… at least thats what she hoped.

After her attack the girl quickly brought a small distance between her and the mercenary, just in case he decided to attack her too. But it seemed like he didn’t… He was to busy with enduring the pain apparently.

                     “I warned you… More than once…”

Well, she did and he got more warnings than she would usually give someone. And Christopher was lucky that she hadn’t slit his throad…

[scribblytchotchkes]

It’s everyone’s favorite hobo! Christopher Danger!

@christopher-danger needed some new expressions for his RP blog, so I hooked him up. <3 These were fun to do, I never get to draw beards so YAYAYA--

[rnayhern]

christopher-danger replied to your post: // AND THEN I IMAGINE CHOUX LEADING SOME SORT OF...

“…Am I shitty Miss Choux?” SAD HOBO D:

   “Chrihihiiis, buddy! Don’t--...don’t gimme that look, hah? You’re basically a toon, arready! Rememba that one time? Eh?”

[isi--peasy]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @christopher-danger!!!!!!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[spiral-cursed]

@christopher-danger ll From Here

“Honestly, I’m in tha’ same boat as ya'self lady, jus’…Ah…Smile an’ wave an’ hang by me…” Chris smiled awkwardly as he stood beside them, glancing around the bustling room…Of targets. Chris didn’t know the lady too well, but maybe she could be helpful for his thieving ways!

Or a disaster.

๑ - She had meant that phrase to be muttered out loud to herself, not really expecting anyone else to hear her. Kirie hadn’t realized how much more nervous she had become of large crowds until now- hand reaching to the back of her head to make sure her hair wasn’t growing out again. 

With a shaky sigh, she closed her eyes, pressing her back against the wall and her hands against her ears to try and block out as much of the noise as she could.

“I don’t want to be here right now...”

[rnayhern]

💯

💯 What is my muse’s ideal date?

Drinking, dancing, and making mischief by painting the town red. Those are usually the staples to any date with Choux. Although she’s really not opposed to staying in and watching old cartoons and movies, either.

[rnayhern]

🎶

I. Hopeless Wanderer || Mumford & SonsII. Spirits || The StrumbellasIII. Empire || Of Monsters And Men

[rnayhern]

☭ x COME AT ME NOODLE ARMS

Battle Intro: “I’m gonna knock you on yer ass, Blondie.”Victory: “Good thing you’re used ta endin’ up in gutters.”Half HP: “Heh. You almost fight like you’ve done this kind’a thing, before!”Low HP: “Didn’ anyone evuh tell ya s’not nice ta hit a girl!?”Defeat: “Tch. I let’cha win…”Death: “Keep…yer hands…off’a my old film reels…”Assist: “Chris, have ya met Brush? Brush is gonna be yer undoin’.”Taunt: “C’mon! Jus’ try an’ hit me without them noodley toon arms!”Reacting to Taunt: “The accent makes it sound even less threatenin’!”Flee: “Aaaand one convenient pocket pothole, comin’ up!”Reacting to Flee: “You’s just lucky all that wanderin’ makes ya run fast…!”Tie: “You must’a remembered a few things from bein’ toonified.”Perfect Victory: “Should’a drank coffee before the match. Not tea.”Low HP Victory: “Told’ja. Toons are bettuh than humans…”Finishing Move:“AN’ I’M TAKIN’ YA HAT, TOO.”

[schattenmagier]

5, 9 and 23? :D

Hella fucking cute questiones

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

// Ah…. UH… Mmmmmaybe a little? *sweats* :’)

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

// Singing no… But I do hum a lot while working :D

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

// Sleeping! :’D

[the-self-exiled]

dangerous-times:

the-self-exiled:

She was amused at his attempts and took a drink of her wine before she decided to answer. There was no need to give it all away yet. “I might let you call me Crys, if you’re good,” she winked.

Names had gotten so funny with humans, it was easier to start with that and see how it went.

“An’ what about you? What do I call you aside from trouble?”

Chris was quite happy to patiently await a response, dreamily watching on as he lounged against the bar, a wishful sigh from his lips, 

“Crys huh? Such a lovely name~”

The Hobo burst out a laugh at her last few words, but he regained his composure swiftly and leaned close to the lady, “Call me Danger, Christopher Danger in fact…” She didn’t get trouble, she got danger instead!

It was Crystallin’s turn to laugh lightly. “No I do think it’s trouble, not danger. For all you know I could be the very dangerous one here,” she smirked. Partially because she was amused. It was true. He had absolutely no idea what he was talking to. He was lucky she didn’t have any terrible plans for him.

“Though I do find it quite funny that we should both be a ‘Chris’ in our own way. Perhaps I’ll just call you Christopher so I don’t feel I’m talking t’ myself all night hm?” She gave him a playful wink.

[the-self-exiled]

dangerous-times:

“Dessert wine? Sounds delightful, though I doubt as sweet as ya’self Miss~” Chris leaned onto the bar, a hand on his cheek as he smiled sweetly to the lady, “Do I get tha’ honour of a name too, Miss?~”

She was amused at his attempts and took a drink of her wine before she decided to answer. There was no need to give it all away yet. “I might let you call me Crys, if you’re good,” she winked.

Names had gotten so funny with humans, it was easier to start with that and see how it went.

“An’ what about you? What do I call you aside from trouble?”

[the-self-exiled]

“A good cider it is then,” she agreed, pleased to see Natalie set a fresh glass of white wine at her spot as they sat down. “Sweeter drinks, such as this one. It’s a dessert wine,” she explained before asking for Christoper’s cider.

She obviously had the kind of charisma that simply ... influenced people, to do things for her without complaint. At least she always  made sure to repay that with the humans she found worthy of it.

the-self-exiled:

Crystallin laughed lightly. “That’s all I ask for now. I could easily change my mind later; an’ I have a very strong feeling you’ll still agree,” she winked. She tucked the wallet back into his pocket and led him back to where she had previously been sitting. “Now then, what do you drink?”

“Well, nice ladies asking me for company ain’ something I’d ever disagree with!” Chris smirked, and soon followed after Crystallin with a curious glance over the woman; there must be more to this, right?

“I prefer a good cider if I’m t’be honest, but if not, jus’ something that ain’t some bitter shite…Ya’self?” 

[the-self-exiled]

Crystallin laughed lightly. "That's all I ask for now. I could easily change my mind later; an' I have a very strong feeling you'll still agree," she winked. She tucked the wallet back into his pocket and led him back to where she had previously been sitting. "Now then, what do you drink?"

the-self-exiled:

Crystallin smirked in return, though hers was a bit more … predatory. Not in the way that would imply he would be harmed, but in a way that clearly showed she was in charge here.

“Oh darling, you have no idea. Though,” she held up the wallet he’d knicked, “if you think the extra from this is enough t’ thank me for rescuing you, oh you are mistaken,” she purred. A faery pickpocketing a human was child’s play.

“So. Why don’t you come sit down with me a while before I go give this back t’ the gentleman it belongs to, hm?”

“Oh? Is that so?~” Chris rested an elbow on the counter and held his chin high with a hand, eyes gazed ahead at the stranger before him, “An’ all ya wish me t’do, is sit with ya?”

He laughed, easily amused by the lady’s talk, and he answered with a sudden shrug, “I would love t’sit with my charming rescuer, if it means I don’t get m’face pummeled by baldy back there!”

Meet a pretty woman, or get your arse kicked? Simple answer!

[the-self-exiled]

dangerous-times:

The larger gentleman nodded, his eyebrows furrowed as he seemed quite confused as to how he got to this situation, yet Crystallin’s words had him wander away with a polite nod, like some trained pet, “Yeh, no problem!”

“Well, ain’t ya jus’ a little marvel?” Chris turned his head to face the pretty stranger, and he snickered boyishly before he smirked towards her, “Aye, consider that handled, and this as a reward for being such a darling~” Crystallin would find herself some cash handed her way, taken from a wallet that seemed too rich for Chris here, “Thank ya~”

Crystallin smirked in return, though hers was a bit more ... predatory. Not in the way that would imply he would be harmed, but in a way that clearly showed she was in charge here.

“Oh darling, you have no idea. Though,” she held up the wallet he’d knicked, “if you think the extra from this is enough t’ thank me for rescuing you, oh you are mistaken,” she purred. A faery pickpocketing a human was child’s play.

“So. Why don’t you come sit down with me a while before I go give this back t’ the gentleman it belongs to, hm?”