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ryozoro · 4 years ago

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Hades Playlist - iv.

NOW PLAYING: Memories - David Guetta [ft. Kid Cudi]

an; yo, sorry if the transitions are a little sloppy; I’ll go back in and fix them when I have the chance :,)

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“We try to hide our feelings, but we forget that our eyes can speak.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“HA,” the lady snorted as she played with her wedding ring, “you sound like my husband; you are like - the first girl I’ve met who has thought I was pretty. Thank you, it truly means a lot.” The lady smiled as she began pulling out her wallet and a few written down notes, “it’s uh - fuck hitto, you write like a kid, it’s a 2016 Ducati?”

“2016 Ducati Full Throttle,” yn said back with a small smile as the woman laughed again, “I’m assuming it’s your husband’s old bike?”

“Yeah,” she played with her ring as her smile softened, “he wants it in good condition before he gives it to one of our neighbors. It’s tradition for his - occupation..”

“He in a gang?” Yn asked as she began shuffling through shelves, “Don’t sweat it, I’m not gonna freak out over trivial matters.” The young ryuguji chuckled as she finally found the part she’s been looking for. “Here,” she place the part on the top, “its the G2 Throttle Tamer Ducati you needed. I’m assuming he’s still in a gang by the looks of how you covered for him, but don’t worry - it’d be hypocritical if I got scared you were involved with a delinquent.”

“Oh,” the lady sighed out, “thank gods. You can call me Kaku-san if it’s alright with you? Could you install the part by yourself? Sorry, my man is just always busy with work and was hoping to have someone install it for us..”

“I can’t personally install it, but my brother can! He gets back from his lunch break in about twenty minutes, so I know its a long wait -"

vrrr...vrrr...vrrr

"I'm so sorry, I'll just turn that off-," yn went to hit 'decline call.'

“I can wait, no sweat!” She smiled as she began digging through her mini backpack, “I need to check and see if my loser has ate lunch yet. I'll be outside for a bit." With that, 'Kaku-san' had walked out as she dialed her husband.

"Fucking hell," yn breathed out before hitting accept, "Inui-senpai, hey - what did you need?" Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard his low laugh.

"Just checking to see if my favorite girl has ate yet - so, have you?" Yn could just hear the smile that creeped upon his face, but for some reason - she didn't feel as in awe as she once did.

"Ah," yn scanned the shop and began totaling the price for the repair and writing further notes for her older brother, "no, I haven't ate yet, but I was planning on just heating up some of the leftovers that Souya-kun gave me."

"You know, if you keep being as cute and clingy as you are around him," yn could hear him moving around paper bags of what she assumed was to-go food, "shit, sorry. As I was saying, if you keep being so cuddle buddy with him, he's goin to fall for ya."

"Or," yn rolled her eyes as she began to document minor details on the log for each hour, "maybe, you're just reading in too deep on the fact that Souya is just an overall easily flustered person. Being a decent human does not make my kind actions count as flirting; if it does, well, you men around me are just dumb."

"Oh, don't be like that, princess," inui said in a rather sarcastic tone, "you know I'm just teasing you. Leaving that matter, I got you lunch - your favorite lunch, might I add."

"Thank you senpai, but -,"

"Inui-kun~ why aren't you getting off the phone yet? You promised that you would pay attention to only me today!" Yn heard a whiny voice - a woman’s whiny voice - through the phone, “I thought you said after we get lunch we’re just gonna lay in bed all day.” Inui mumbled something to her that seemed to have shut her up, clearing his throat, “sorry about that, are you still -,”

“I’m pretty busy and I plan on going out with a friend for my lunch break,” she cut him off, “have fun on your day off.”

yn knew she shouldn’t be angry; inui was never hers to begin with, but she was hoping that he’d at least spare her feelings. maybe this was good. maybe knowing that he has someone, even if it’s just a fuck buddy, will help her clear her mind and finally let go.

tani senpai <3: ft during your lunch break?

tani senpai <3: wait do you play cod? if you did that’s be kinda hot

tani senpai <3: I meant dope but hot works too

tani senpai <3: OH, wait rain check on the call, why don’t we just meet in person? ;) after all, I still have your necklace.

tani senpai <3: I cleaned it up because I was wearing it so I wouldn’t lose it.

tani senpai <3: lmfao I really made it a blood diamond at one point

kaku-san paid her total for the part and repair and ensured yn that she’d be back around five. sighing once the older woman left, yn went to check her phone that had been buzzing incessantly since she hung up on her brother’s best friend.

you: I’m gonna punch you in dick next time I see you :,) I was helping someone and I had to act like my phone was not going HAAM in my pocket

tani senpai <3: uh uh uh , leave ran jr. alone. he did nothing wrong :p plus, you’d have to kiss it better if you hurt him

you: I — WHEN ARE WE MEETING AND WHERE ?

tani senpai <3: [location] a small nightclub @ 16:00 tonight :) I would offer to buy your dinner, but you threatened my best man.

you: I hate you :,) but um,,, I don’t exactly know — what to wear to a nightclub..? Can I just go in a hoodie and some sweats and talk to the bouncer like “hey, I know the haitani bros — lemme in.”

tani senpai <3: LMAOOO,, nah I would to see you size the man up. as for clothes — you don’t have anything like ,, that radiates “hot girl” shit ?

you: no, if I’m not in my uniform — I’m either wearing my brother’s clothes with some cargo pants or sweats. sometimes I wear my own clothes, but that’s usually just merch.

tani senpai <3: as much as I want to see you in school uniform or in full need mode, I don’t think the bouncer would just let you in. OH, wait — fuck them. I forgot that I’m literally a god to them lmao,, wear what you want , I’ll wait outside for you and we can walk in together :)

you: wait really :,) I’m gonna try and make use of what I have tho ! I’ll lyk when I get there :)

tani senpai <3: wow so you’re not gonna ft me :|

you: you licherally said “rain check”

tani senpai <3: but I just finished my tasks for today, call me or I’m calling you

you: sorry , my brother just got back, I’ll talk to ya later :p

tani senpai <3: fine :| I’ll just bother Rin then.

the young ryuguji chuckled before locking and pocketing her phone once she noticed her brother’s presence. sure, she was still hurt at the fact that inui is currently hooking up - maybe even dating - another girl, but at least she could look to the eldest of the Haitanis and feel herself forgetting all about her first love.

“What ya lookin at brat,” Ken laughed out as he went to pat her head, “hey, who has you smiling like that?” He has always been protective; it was just his nature as a big brother. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re happy, but if it’s about a boy I would LOVE to know who.”

“It’s just a stupid thing that emma-senpai sent me,” yn attempted to play it off, “anyways — how was lunch?”

“It was good,” draken said as he went to put his jumper back on, “but it coulda been better if inui didn’t bring his ‘friend girl’ around. She kept hittin on Mikey and asking about my necklace and I almost called you up to come deck her.” He quickly grabbed his chain and kissed the ‘Emma’ that hung in the middle just before tucking it back under his white tshirt; it was his routine.

“I woulda showed her that ‘Draken Uppercut’ if I was there big bro,” yn made a small show of what she did in hopes of making her brother smile.

“You’re an idiot,” his smirk plastered on his face in a proud manner, “but I don’t need you wasting your energy on her. It just — like who the hell do you think you are touching a random stranger, especially around their neck. Like who?” She could tell that he was upset that he couldn’t have done anything; Draken was just brought up to be extremely respectful. “The worst part,” he threw a wrench at his ‘anger wall,’ “she kept asking shit like: “who names their kid emma,” “was she at least pretty,” and the one where I almost put my hands on her, “is she dead or something? what you just can’t let go?” Yn, I was so close to knocking her daylights out. She honestly got lucky takemitchy had tackled Mikey, or she woulda got her shit rocked.”

“I,” yn was at a lost for words; she had never heard someone disrespect any of her family this openly, “what the fuck did inui say? Did he just sit there through all this shit?” she moved from behind the counter and rolled out one of the bikes he was scheduled to work on, “please don’t tell me he did.”

“No,” draken rolled his eyes as he recalled the previous events, “just prop it up by station one, gotta get the new 340 mm rear air shock absorber suspensions, oh, could you jot that down, please? But nah, this fucker,” draken lifted the bike up so the back was in the air and put it on a lift, “just found every way to piss me off. Like I love him, but he fucked up today. He told us ‘sorry, she’s just cranky so don’t take her words to heart.’ If she called me ugly or some dumb shit I’d be okay, but he really told me not to take to heart the fact that she spoke on Emma’s name like that.” He tugged on his dark locks as he undid it, “could ya put it back up for me, it’s not tight enough.”

“I gotcha big man,” yn gently massaged his scalp as she went to put his hair in a tight but loose bun, “you know, she’s probably really proud of you right now. Bet she’s smilin up there too.” she could feel his tenseness fade as she comforted him; she’d do this one hundred times a day if it meant that he’d finally stop blaming himself for all those years ago. “There,” she smoothed over the top of his head once more, “all done.”

“Thank ya,” he hums as he begins to work on the bike, “oh, do you want to come with later? me and the boys are gonna head to mitsuyas before we go out so you can hang out with the other brats.”

“Actually, I um,” yn felt the sweat gather in her palms as she walked back to her station, “I was wondering if I could go out tonight - with a friend..”

“What friend,” yn flinched as her brother snapped his gaze towards her, “do I know said friend?”

“N-no,” she cleared her throat and began writing on sticky notes and receipts, “he — they were nice to meet when I first got back in town and offered to hang out - so, I felt that it’d be rude to -,”

“Nah, you’re not going,” draken turned his attention back to the bike, “you’re either going to stay home or hang out at mitsu’s house. No in between.”

“That’s fair,” yn sighed, “can I just have a reason as to why I can’t go?”

“Because I don’t know em and the streets have been rainin havoc since Mikey got out,” he sighed as he put his tools down. He stood up to full height and gently patted the leather seat of the propped up bike, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, bub. Yer my number one right now and I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on if you even get the slightest bit of hurt.”

“I understand big draco,” she laughed softly, “Can I just stay in then? I promise I won’t leave; I just feel like being in my own bed tonight.”

“Anything for you, yer majesty.” Ken smiled as he concluded that he had the best sister in the world.

—

“Alright, yn, we’re about to head out,” her big brother knocked on her door, “can ya at come say bye?”

“Fuck,” yn got up and quickly put an oversized sweater and some basketball shorts that reached just below her knees, “gimme a minute! Sorry, I was taking a nap.”

“We’ll be out in the living room, dumbass.”

If anything, yn was just glad none of them walked into her room to see her basically bare figure - shout out to her Ken-nii for knowing his sister. Once fully covered, yn made her wait out the room and noticed everyone sitting on the couch in the living room, even inui.

“Yn,” souya barked out, “you’ve ate right? If you haven’t ‘m gonna fight you!” He stood up and approached yn as all the other boys smirked and whistled in the back. “You guys shut the hell up.!”

“Neh neh,” nahoya laughed, “you need to stop bein so flirty over there, angry.” Smiley always teased angry, but that was just brotherly nature; however, if anyone else were to continuously pick on angry — it wouldn’t be a shock if Smiley was on top of them and imprinting the curve of his elbow into their forehead. “He just missed you, little Ryu. Make sure to let us know if anything happens-,”

“We’re going to get Ken-chin laid,” Mikey said with a mischievous smirk as he began pushing his taller friend out the front door. “Choi~.” The other boys followed either patting her head before they left or hip bumping her; hakkai decided to be the odd man out and hug yn to his chest and dramatically walk out the door as if they won’t see each other for fourth years.

“BYE,” she poked her head out then quickly shut the door and disregarded her hoodie, “now that they’re gone..”

VRRR..VRRR….VRR

“OH MY GOD, WHAT,” picking her phone up off the coffee table she fell back onto the couch, “what do they want-,”

Incoming FaceTime: tani senpai <3

“Shit.!” Yn quickly sat up and answered with an apologetic face, “heeeey, what’s up?”

“You look cozy,” he eyed the tops of her shoulders with only her bra straps decorating them, “cozy enough to make a man stand outside for, hmm - what does my watch read - thirty minutes.”

Yn looked thoroughly confused as she cocked her head to the side and fell back, “what does you standing outside of some random building have to do with me?”

“Did you really —,” she watched the man shift and bring her golden chain into view, “you were supposed to meet me tonight in order to get your precious necklace back. You stood me up and now I look like a fucking idiot who got stood up.” He deadpanned into the camera and had a small pout, “you had all the guys laughin at me, darlin. You really disappointed me.” Yn felt her heart slowly tear; she hated disappointing anyone. “If you were going to show up you could have at least said so.” Just as she was about to speak, Ran hung up and left her to wade in her thoughts.

—

You: Ran-senpai, I promise it was on accident ! I meant to tell you earlier, but it just slipped my mind (read 8:44 p.m.)

You: pls forgive me :,) I fell asleep as soon as we got off work and came home; draken-nii told me to rest up since I can’t go out so I figured I might as well (read 8:45 p.m.)

You: yk if you’re going to read my text, the least ya could do would be to respond. I said I’m sorry. (read 8:47 p.m.)

You: yer a fucking brat , man child who throws a fit and refuses to actually try and listen to others when they try to talk it out with you. (read 8:48 p.m.)

You: self made bitch. (read 8:50 p.m.)

You: yk what, fuck you. I tried to be nice to you and I actually enjoyed talking to you for what-? A week ? You’re mad because I can’t just do what I want? Sorry I’m a great sister who doesn’t want to make her brother worry. Sorry I don’t just abide and do as you please because I’m not a fucking sheep. Keep the necklace for all I care; I’ll just get a new one. Stupid cunt. (read 8:52 p.m.)

You: Fuck face. You probably just wanted to get in my pants and dip; fuck you. Leave me alone, if I see you on the street; I don’t give a fuck if I get shot or jumped, I’m gonna punch you in the throat, pussy ass bitch. (read 8:54 p.m.)

tani senpai <3: give me your address so I can drop this necklace off and get out of your life since you so desperately want me to.

You: no way in hell, just keep it.

tani senpai <3: if you don’t want it then I’ll just drop it off with your brother tomorrow.

You: you fucking —

You: ugh, fine, just drop the shit off and leave . [location] (read 8:59 p.m.)

—

With a knock at the Ryuguji’s front door, yn shrugged the jacket back on and checked through the peep hole. After noticing it was the infamous older brother of the Haitani duo, she quickly yanked him inside and made sure to lock the door quickly.

“You know drop offs don’t usually require the said delivery man to be in the house, correct?” He asked with a bored expression as his eyes scanned the small space. “‘S cute for someone with you and your brother’s income.”

“I only pulled you in because my neighbors like to talk about what goes on throughout everyone’s house,” she rolled her eyes and pulled in the strings of her sweater, “hurry up and give me the fucking necklace so you can leave.”

“I did all the work of coming here,” he brushed past her as he took off his shoes and made his way to sit on the couch, “the least you could do is offer me a drink or some food.” Ran laid back into the cushions and spread his long legs as he slowly turned his gaze to the TV, some random anime blasting in the background. “Well, if you don’t mind, a water will do.”

“Cute for someone with you and your brother’s income,” she mocked as mumbled under her breath and grabbed him a water bottle from the fridge, “here, your majesty.” she tossed it into his lap and stood in between his legs to block the tv and make him focus all of his attention onto her.

“To what do I owe you?”

“My necklace, home invader.”

“Take it off of me then,” he raised an eyebrow, “you didn’t expect me to do that as well did you?”

“Fine,” her shorts hiking up as she moved to straddle his hips, she took note that he had been eyeing her thighs since he arrived, “I’ll take off the stupid thing.” She buried her chin into the crook of his neck, “just sit still so I can -,”

“You know,” he flattened his palms against the bare tops her knees and barely sliding his finger tips up the rim of the pants, “you hiding more just makes me want to see you in less.”

“Heh,” she chuckled as she slowly wrapped her arms around the middle of his torso, “yer a fucking perv as well as a bastard.”

“You know your necklace isn’t dangling along my spine, right?” He chuckled as he gently kneaded her flesh, “am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Nah, feels nice,” she chuckles when she feels him gently dig his finger tips into her skin, “‘m makin you uncomfortable?”

“nah,” he jokingly mocked her as he took his hands and slid them farther up to the tops of he thigh, “boxers?” He pulled back slightly so he could rest his forehead on hers.

“mm, never really wanted to bother ken-nii when he did the laundry, so I just get boxers,” she laughed, “what? Did you honestly think I’d be chilling at home in a thong or something? Women gotta breathe too.” she felt her heartbeat pick up as his finger tips danced along the material; yn wondered if he could tell that she’s never had a boyfriend as she lacked - in takemichi’s words - ‘ettick.’

“You are respectful yet have anger issues, a smart mouth, and embody the term ‘I don’t give a fuck,” he swiftly took both hands from under the clothing and lightly placed them on either side of her face, “you are so fucking gorgeous, didya know that?” His rings were cold on her heated skin, making her smile softly.

“..you know,” yn laid a chaste kiss on the bonten’s left wrist, “… ‘msorry..”

“Couldn’t hear ya,” he chuckled deeply as he maneuvered his right hand at the back of her neck and squeezed lightly, “repeat it more clear this time. You wanna be a good girl, right? Be the best girl you can and repeat it.~”

“Motherfu-, AHEM,” she scrunched her face up in hopes of hiding how happy it made her to have a second chance at being a ‘good girl,’ “‘m sorry you don’t know how to communicate.”

“Ah ah ah,” he squeezed his right hand a little tighter, causing her to ground her hips down and lean forward into his chest, “that’s not what I want to hear.” she heard him groan, but she was too busy fighting the battle in her head as to why she felt more secure when he gripped her tighter.

“I said,” she nuzzled her nose between his lean pecs, “‘m sorry.” Yn got up and placed one of her hands at the base of the bonten tattoo and squeezed gently along his Adam’s apple, “I’m not saying it again, so you better have heard me the first time.”

“You’re so angry; a wolf under sheep’s clothes you are,” ran hummed as he leaned back in, noses brushing, “yer forgiven little lamb. I don’t know - you barking up the wrong tree knowing that I could hurt you just turns me —,”

BZZT, BING.

Both bodies had turned their heads towards the door in confusion.

“Are you expecting guests?”

“No,” yn quickly got off of Ran’s lap and grabbed the crowbar that rested by the umbrellas, “fuck, if it’s those fucking assholes that want to fight ken-nii, ‘m gonna kill em.” She went to look through the peep hole, only to be pulled back to the older man’s chest.

“Let me get it,” ran signaled for her to hide behind the kitchen wall as he pulled out his signature baton that hung on his belt loop, “be quiet, little one.” Ran opened the door to a young man, about a year or two older than yn, dressed in a pizza delivery uniform with 3 large boxes in his hand. If he wasn’t just some kid, the Haitani would’ve beat him just for openly sporting a scowl towards him.

“Oh, hi sir, are you,” the young man looked back at the receipt then back at the Bonten executive, “Kawata Souya? I have one pepperoni, Hawaiian, and plain cheese.” Ran’s head shot to the side at the sound of you rushing towards the door.

“A-ah ! That would be me I guess,” yn guided Ran’s hand behind her to hide the weapon as she widely opened the front door, “sorry my brother’s friend probably ordered it since they went out -,”

“Yn?”

“Huh,” she looked up at the man, “oh shit, hongo?! I thought you were in Osaka right now for Uni; you still play there, right?”

“Yeah,” the worker replied, “oh shit, this like.. a date or something?” He threw his glare at Ran and softened his features once his gaze returned back to the young ryuguji. “Nah, nevermind, that’d be dumb considering you swore off dating,” the bonten men felt as if his heart had been pricked with a small needle, “especially since you used to swear to draken we were gonna get married and stay together forever and ever.” Yn was visibly embarrassed as Ran watched her take the pizza from Hongo’s hands and start trying to kick him off the porch. “Wait, before I go,” he said as he jotted down his number on the receipt, “let me know when you’re free. Maybe ya could come see me play one of these days? Summer games start back up next week so I’ll be headin-,”

Ran pulled on yn’s wrist before slamming the door, interrupting Hongo’s spill. He made show of how hard he locked the door so anyone outside could hear that the house was closed and not expecting anymore visits.

“Ooo,” yn placed the pizzas down onto the small kitchen table and looped her arms around Ran’a slim waist, “are you upset yer not getting all the attention?” She giggled as she kissed the symbol that marked the center of his neck.

“Why would I be upset over some 4 incher maxed college boy,” he smirked as he brought his hand to the side of her face and let his thumb brush along her bottom lip, “plus, if anything he should be the one whose upset. You can’t hate me or push me away if you wanted to; your desire for me to show you the depths of the world is visible just by looking in your eyes.” Yn felt her breath quickening and her head going numb as his words made way into her; making her feel far more intoxicated than any alcohol or drug could have ever done. “You can try to deny it, but what sane person would invite one of the most violent people with the most blood on his hands into her home?”

“I’m the farthest thing from sane,” yn breathed out as she placed a chaste kiss onto his lips before burying her face under his chin, “because I find myself wanting to do this more. I’m so glad I don’t look where I’m going when I’m on my bike.” Ran laughed as he connected their lips, but this time he deepened the kiss; her knees gave out and his tongue slipped in making her lungs just as weak.

“Princess, youre fucking gorgeous,” he broke away before holding her in his strong arms, “but I don’t want to just ‘get in your pants.’ I want-,”

“Good, because im not easy,” she cut him off as she tried to catch her breath.

Ran laughed as he dragged her back to the couch, leaving her to fetch each of them two big slices of cheese pizza. He sat beside her, kissing her temple, and devouring the free meal, “yknow, this taste ten times better than any food at the shitty night club.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she said as she harshly swallowed the dough, “ish bad mannirs..”

“You,” he leaned in and kissed the sauces covered corners of her mouth, “also taste better than any food at the club.”

“Well you’ll have to wait until you can taste all of me,” catching ran off guard - she flirted back, “after all, the fruit taste better when ripened.”

—

“Princess,” Ran attempted to shake her tired figure off him, “believe me, I want to stay. I really do, but I don’t want to cause a stir or heated argument between you and your brother.”

“We we’re just playing Mario kart and you said,” yn stared up at him with an unimpressed glare, “I’d fuck you on the counter of the pizza place just to embarrass that pizza boy,’ and now you’re scared to be caught by my brother?”

“Not scared,” he bit the tip of her nose gently before freeing himself of her limbs, “just cautious. Want my little girl not to have any complications; plus, I’d have to kill your brother if he made you cry.”

“Wait,” she pulled his sleeve, gaining his attention, “text me when you get back home.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before making his way out her front door, “okay, little lamb.”

—

Within the span of 4 hours, draken arrived back home and yn managed to make the house rid of any clues of guest over; she even masked the smell of Ran’s cologne by bringing the box of pizza to the living room to spread the smell of grease and regrets. She rested easy on the couch, allowing some random movie to lull her into the comfortable cushions.

draken sobered up a bit after he came back and went to get a late night snack from the kitchen. spotting his sister on the couch, he chuckled softly as he gently rubbed her forehead, “thanks for bein a little angel, ya gremlin.”

it’s as if the gods above could sense draken’s obliviousness and caused yns to vibrate several times. Much to her brother’s curiosity, he checked the notifications and felt his blood boil.

—

tani senpai <3: hey, made it back home. hope you rest easy, princess. thnx. rin also says “thanks for allowing him to annoy you so I could catch a break

inui. : yn can we talk? I promise it’s not what you thought; idk what to say. Just remember, you’ll always be my favorite girl ..<3 lmk when you’re ready.

inui. : idk jus tseeing yuor brothr without you attached at the hip just made my stomak hurt, I wanna see you more.. maybe it’s because I’m drunk and finally thinking sobre, but yer awlays my fav

inui. : look, unsot having talked for like — a weakk? Has Ben eating me up, I really miss you. I’ll see you at the shop ? dream well, pretty girl.

takemitchy: BESTIE,, DONT FORGET YOU OWE ME A REMATCH BECAUSE YOU HAD YOUR BROTHER PUT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD SO YOU COULD CROSS THE FINISH LINE

takemitchy: wait, can you send me your brownie recipe ??? Hina loved them :,)

—

he didn’t know whether to be upset at the fact that there was some random “tani senpai” texting his sister and he didn’t know jack shit about them, or the fact one of his best friends was talking and drunk texting his sister. Nothing a beer and pizza can’t help.

After grabbing a full pizza box plus some beer and bringing it to his room, ken stared at his tv processing everything he just seen. Maybe this is just a dream? Maybe he’s so dizzy from the dancing and whiskey that he can’t seem to think straight? There’s just no way that his little sister would actually go for his friend; let alone, his friend returning the affection, right ? There’s absolutely no way that his sister would be letting random boys in the house. Nah, maybe he’s just scared of letting her go to university and growing up on him. This is all just a shitty nightmare.

“Whatever,” draken burped out as he took the cheap beer bottle to his lips, inhaling the last of the liquid, “heh, maybe it’s kisaki’s ghost hauntin my head with dumb thoughts.” He felt himself drifting to sleep, but stirred once he realized he almost forgot his nightly routine. Untucking the chain from his neck and pulling it towards his chapped lips, “g’night emma.”

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got-to-love-a-badboy · 3 years ago

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Previous chapter ^^^

Jack Grealish x Female reader

Chapter 3 - unexpected

Today was the day of the wedding, Ellie and Jessica were getting ready in their hotel room, Jamie was with Kalvin and the rest of the groomsmen in another.

The music was playing and the Prosecco was flowing whilst Jessica did Ellie's hair.

She decided on simple beach waves as her dress was quite vibrant, she chose a short red polka dot dress with a ruffle and tail at the side accompanied by some simple nude sandals with clear heels.

Before long Ellie's hair was done and she began on her makeup, she always took a lot of time and effort on her make up, wanting it to be perfect, she began with her foundation, adding just a little colour to her face as she had a beautiful natural tan, next she focused on her brows, these needed to be perfect, she had natural eyebrows but she liked to add a little more colour, finally she finished with some Smokey eyes, adding a lots of bronze tones and finishing off with her eye liner and lashes.

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@elllowe25 - wedding ready ❤️ 🍷

@jessyshaw132 - sexy mama!

@jamiee3 - scrub up well smelly.

@elllowe25 - ah thanks Lamie 😂

@jackgrealish - hey, ❤️

@elllowe25 - hey you...😍

@jessyshaw132- WTF!!!^^^

Ellie was outside the wedding venue having a full blown panic attack, "this is what Kalvin meant, 'il show him' he meant me!! And now he's commented and I just replied like I'm not a shy nervous wreck and he's going to speak to me and il fall flat on my face and choke and..." she rambled on but Jessica had heard enough, "no stop now!, you are Ellie fucking Lowe ok, your a hot piece of ass and Jack will be punching above his weight even talking to you!, just go in and enjoy your day, drink wine and dance with your stunning bestie, and if he comes and talks to you BREATHE!! He may be Jack Grealish but he is just a boy at the end of the day, you got this babe! Now come on your driving me insane, I need Prosecco", and with that Jessica dragged Ellie into the venue, which was a modern hall with lots of huge windows letting in natural light, everything was painted white with beautiful marble floors, it was just perfect.

Ellie and Jessica sat near the back of the room during the ceremony, Ellie chose the seats so she could see Jack from a distance but hopefully he couldn't see her, needless to say her plan failed and he saw her straight away from the front of the room, sending her a cheeky wink, she thought her heart would explode.

After the ceremony they made their way into the grand hall for the reception where they had an amazing sit down meal, again Jack and Ellie were sharing secret glances every few minutes, before long everybody began roaming the room, going to the open bar, dancing and socialising with other guests.

Ellie and Jessica took this chance to take the standard 100 selfies to find the best one before Jessica uploaded it.

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@Jessyshaw132 - selfie with the bestie who I bet ditches my in the next hour 😂🥰

@Ellowe25 - Jess!! 🤦🏻‍♀️ god it's a good job I love you

@Jackgrealish less than an hour

@Jamiee3 - at least you won't be alone Jess, your boyfriend is here incase you forgot 👋

@ellowe25- 😂😂😂

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"No he didn't!!" Jessica shouts as she shows Ellie Jack's reply to her Instagram post, Ellie's eyes shoot open wide, "what do I do!", she was really beginning to panic now, "just go to the bar get a drink and breathe! You keep forgetting to breathe!, It's fine, he is just a guy!, a hot one but a guy", Ellie nodded at her friends answer, she supposed she was right.

Ellie headed to the bar and ordered a vodka and cranberry juice and waited patiently for the bar tender to make it, "so here you are", she knew that accent anywhere, she took a deep breath before turning around to see a very handsome Jack Grealish looking at her, he looked her up and down licking his lips before smiling at her, suddenly she felt a bit calmer, "in the flesh" she said as she looked him up and down in return, the two of them just looked at each other for a moment until the bar tender passed Ellie her drink, "thank you" she told him as she grabbed her drink.

Ellie turned back to jack who was now leaning against the bar, "you look amazing Ellie", he told her, Ellie bit her lip trying to hide her excitement, "thank you, you too", Ellie had a thought, she just had to know if what she heard Kalvin say was what she though, "how did you find me, like this morning on Instagram?", Jack smiled at her curiosity, "our mutual friend Kalvin", Ellie shook her head, "I knew it! That little snake", which caused the pair laughed.

Jack leaned forward and brushed her hair from her face, "This wasn't random babe, he would always talk to me about Ashleigh and their relationship when we was together at the Euros, and I always say to him that I wished I had a relationship like that, I told him my type and what I liked, he always told me, 'you will find her man, she will come when you least expect it', and not to be too forward but, she has, I stopped going on dates about 4 month ago, I just got bored of the lack of connection and n physical attraction, I knew they only wanted me for the fame, then last week I was texting Kal and he said someone was coming to the wedding who sounded like my dream woman, a friend of his cousin who was know for been beautiful, funny, cheeky and down to earth, had her own independent way in life, and here you are, when I least expected it at one of my best friends weddings.", Ellie stood with her mouth open for what felt like forever until she came too, "wow, that was something else Grealish", Jack laughed at her, Ellie looked over to her table and couldn't see Jessica anywhere, "she's dancing with her partner I assume?", jack said pointing over to the dance floor, there she was dancing with Jamie.

Ellie turned back to Jack who's hand was out, "will you join me?", he asked, Ellie thought for a second before taking his hand, "I'd love to", Jack entwined their fingers together as he lead her to the dancefloor, Ellie looked down at their hands that fit just perfectly in each other's, she smiled from ear to ear, this couldn't be real! Surely!.

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#jackgrealish #jack grealish fic #jack grealish imagine

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spearxwind · 4 years ago

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Part 1: Hey! I love your art/OCS and your blog has introduced me to your friends who also have awesome OCs. This made me notice that Tumblr and Twitter seem to interact with original characters differently. I'd love to meet people and friends who'd like to interact with my OC doodles, but Twitter feels like a difficult space to get interaction, despite more artists moving over there. Whereas years ago, I had ask blogs for my fan-made and original characters which received plenty of interaction.

hi! yeah, from my experience twitter is a lot more eh... hostile when it comes to looking for interaction. it's a site that runs on people making short slapstick posts, with very limited characters, so people generally cant even talk a lot about their ocs in the first place. twitter also hides long threads, condenses them in your feed so you dont really see them

most artists have moved there bc of the nsfw ban, and generally twitter has a lot more users, so its a lot easier to find an audience IF, and only IF you already have a couple people to spread your posts around, bc twitter doesnt have the same kind of tagging system as tumblr does

ive definitely found more artists to follow through twitter but because of the super fast paced nature of the site (and also my short attention span) i dont really have time to get to know about peoples ocs at all

to answer your questions though:

1. posting on tumblr now gets me a LOT less interaction/notes than it used to. legit. i get maybe, 100-200 notes tops on normal posts when years ago i used to get twice or three times that. i get SOME more on generally popular ocs/designs bc people are like oohhh ahhh aesthetic but yeah. HOWEVER, it DOES occassionally get me curious people asking questions about my ocs which is ultimately what i really want. posting on twitter gets me a lot more attention (i mean, fucking compare my latest art, 340 notes on tumblr versus 4k total on twitter) but all the interaction with that tweet is people going 'oohh ahh thats so cool!!' but on tumblr SOMETIMES MAYBE i get questions going like ‘so based on ur last art, does oc do X’ or i get anons saying funny shit and its rly nice, i dont rly get that on twitter a whole lot

2. dont fucking know how i drew in my crowd. i wish i did though so i could avoid it lmao. ii know back in 2015 i racked up a bunch of people/notoriety bc of httyd2 and i kinda rode that out into dragons and then creatures and then edgy stuff. i also am usually the one going out to people and going ‘wow ur ocs are sick bro can u tell me about them pwease’ especially on here bc again, its so much harder to do that on twitter

last notes:

- ive seen ppl on twitter make side accounts specifically for oc talking. i myself have a personal account where i just go off abt ocs on occassion, but its also my private account that maybe 4 friends have total, i dont allow random people in. i rly wish i could do that on here though o

- on twitter anything you post will be gone from peoples feeds in 24 hours roughly. thats just how it is. you dont see people retweeting things that are super old unless the artist themself rts it and gets it circling for a day or two more. and yet without doing jack shit i have posts of mine circulating here on tumblr for fucking years, inexplicably. people are still reblogging my httyd posts, and following me for some very specific fanart i made in 2017 and i am like.why are you here. how did you find this

- i HAVE seen my shit stolen/ripped off on tumblr a lot more than twitter though, but i think thats just because its easier for ppl on twitter to slip under the radar if they never interact with u. who knows though i havent exactly studied this

idk if any of this is helpful but its my personal experience. im just rly biased towards twitter i hate it. i wish i could leave but 99% of my client base is there so i cant -_-

#ask #advice #legally can i tag that? idk #long post #as an extra sidenote. ive personally stopped sharing so much of my oc stuff on both sites because of the theft #im just so tired lol #but i used to share so much on tumblr. just make big huge posts about my ocs with their info

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royalwhumpness · 3 years ago

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If people ever try to tell me I don’t have anxiety or that anxiety isn't real, I’m going to stop in my tracks, look them in the eye, and tell them this story:

(A majority will be below the cut)

Just the other day I wanted to see if my local GameStop had any pre-owned switches in stock. I was banking on the idea that since Black Friday just happened, they would be out. You might ask, "if you want a switch, why would you hope they were out?" Because it would prevent me from buying an over-priced, pre-owned console I don't need. "Why did you go in the first place?" I was out getting groceries and it's right there. My curiosity got the best of me.

This is how it went down.

Me: Hi, do you have any pre-owned switches in stock? My Brain: Please say no.

GS Employee: You know, I think we sold the last one, let me check.

He leaves to check and I'm hoping he's right.

He comes back and says he has one more in stock.

My Brain: Shit. Me: Oh cool, can I see it? My Brain: Why tf did you say that? You don't want to see it.

GS Employee: Sure thing.

My Brain: Fuck. Me: :)

He leaves and comes back with the switch. It's not in its original packaging; instead, it's in a beat-up cardboard box with the words "Nintendo Switch" written on it in sharpie. He takes it out to show me the pieces are there. I notice dirt and grime on the toggles and buttons. He tells me that they're out of stock on something, but I'm too nervous to understand anything because I'm in an argument with my brain about buying it. He mentions it's $275.

Me: Ok cool, I'll take it. My Brain: WHAT? No! We don't want it, why tf are you buying it? That's a lot of money! Me to my brain: We made him go in the back to get it, made him show it to us, we can't not buy it that'd be rude.

GS Employee: Ok cool.

He goes through the motions and asks me to sign up for a rewards thing for $15. I refuse, which my brain thanks me.

GS Employee: Want a 1-year or 2-year warranty?

My Brain: No. Me: 1-year please. My Brain: God-damnit

Now I notice that there is a line formed behind me. Oh fuck.

GS Employee: Ok, that makes the total $340.

My Brain: $340??? We saw a brand new switch that we wanted online for that much, DO NOT BUY IT. Me: Cool, thanks.

So I pull out my card and I see him open the box and put some paper in it to prevent the device from moving during travel. I thank him and as I'm putting the card into the machine, I'm sweating bullets. I'm about to impulse-anxiety-buy a $340 device I don't want out of sheer anxiety. It hurts me, it hurts my wallet, it hurts my brain.

Done. The transaction has been completed and I'm a shameful owner of a dirty, pre-owned, over-priced console I didn't want at the moment. I thank him, take the bag, and meet my friend outside of the store. I tell my friend, "Take this from me... I don't want to look at my fucking shame."

That night I tell my friend to hide it from me and that I'm going to deadass go to GS the next day and lie to their face about why I can't keep it.

And that's exactly what I did.

The next day I go to the store right at open. I bring my unopened switch and receipt with me and tell the employee (same person btw) "Hey, I bought this switch last night, but it turns out that the person I bought it for already has one on the way to them for Christmas. Can I return it?"

Within 5 minutes I'm getting all my money back on my credit card, and the shameful purchase is like it never happened.

So... fuck anxiety.

#personal post #anxiety #story time #gamestop #nintendo switch #impulse buy #remember i'm 30 #a 30 year old fucking did this

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fk12b · 5 years ago

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Mr and Mrs Mcgarrett

Steve McGarrett x Williams!Reader

Plot: The chilling adventures of the McGarretts

Main Characters: Task Force

Prompts:

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

319 - “I’m trying, okay?”

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

360 - “You’re a nerd”

Warnings: Nothing, just a usual day in Hawaii. A bad joke that had to be done, and several bad jokes that needed to be done or else I would have exploded. Sorry, not sorry.

Word Count: 7397 Words

A/N: Hello friends! seeing that the world needs more Steve McGarrett, I decided to give this man some love. Hope you enjoy some Hawaii Five-0.

Based on this song -> What I Like About You - The Romantics

Steve wrapped his arms tighter around you, bringing you closer to his chest. He had heard a strange noise coming from downstairs. Surely it was just his mind playing tricks on him. After all, it was… he slightly turned his head to look at the clock in the nightstand, 6:15 AM? He shook off the silly thoughts and laid his head back down on the pillow, thinking Eddie might have dropped something, snuggling closer to you. When he got comfortable enough, he heard the noise again, almost jumping out of bed but already having an idea of what might have caused the noise.

“Stevie?” you mumbled stirring slightly “Was that you?”

“No, I’m right here babe” Steve sat up leaning his weight on one elbow to kiss your cheek “Go back to sleep” you hummed in acknowledgment.

Steve held his breath to concentrate and listen to any noise, closing his eyes and pursing his lips for a second. That’s when he heard it, a faint curse, that would have missed if he wasn’t focusing that intently. With an angry huff, he shot out of bed, not bothering to put on a shirt, and taking a broom from the corridor’s cabinet.

Once he reached the stairs, he descended them carefully, yet quickly, avoiding the parts that creaked. While Steve neared the kitchen, where he was sure the noise came from, he wondered why Eddie didn’t bark if it was a stranger who broke in. His frown deepened when he heard happy hums coming from the room. Now that is weird. Rising the broom higher and adjusting his grip, he stepped into the kitchen.

“Danny?” Steve’s brow deepened, once he saw his partner standing in his kitchen wearing his apron “What are you doing here at this unholy hour?!”

“Good morning, brother in law! Nice to see you too” Danny Williams cheered once he turned around to place a plate of pancakes in the table and saw him standing there “You neanderthal animal, do a favor to the humanity and put on a tank top at least. What are you doing with a broom, by the way?” he frowned he noticed the object in his hands

“I’m the Neanderthal?!” Steve shouted flipping out and then remembering that you were sleeping upstairs and lowered his voice to a whisper “I thought someone broke in!” He whisper-shouted smacking his brother in law in the head with the broom repeatedly “It’s my day off and it’s too early to put up with you, I thought I wouldn’t have to see your face today” Steve smacked him one more time before Danny grabbed it and started hitting him back with the broom.

“You could at least thank me” the short blonde man huffed smacking Steve in the face “I made you breakfast” Steve let out an angry groan before retrieving the broom but he wasn’t fast enough and Danny rounded the table bumping into a chair in the process.

“Hey, hey!” you stepped into the kitchen rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, messy hair and wearing one of your husband’s t-shirts. Steve smiled at the sight of you, thinking you looked adorable, even more so than usual, at this hour of the day “What is all this havoc about?”

“Tell your husband to show some gratitude when someone cooks breakfast for him” You instantly woke up at the sound of your brother’s voice. Apparently, you didn’t notice that he was here until he spoke, not expecting him today at all since it was his and Steve’s day off.

“Danno!” you squealed walking up to him to greet him with a tight hug and a kiss to his cheek “I didn’t expect you today, isn’t today your day off?”

“Hey! Do me a favor and don’t call me Danno, uhum? I thought it was forgotten. Well, at least my baby sister is happy to see me, so I’ll let that go” he returned the kiss and went to serve the pancakes “I felt lonely at home, the kids went on a school trip and I decided to visit my other two kids” the joke made Steve groan and roll his eyes while he moved to the fridge to take out the juice.

“I can’t have one day to myself and sleep in with my gorgeous wife next to me, without anyone bothering me?” Steve mumbled placing the bottle at the table and kissed your pouty lips when he walked past you on his way to the cabinet to pick three glasses.

“I heard that!” Danny pointed the spatula at him “No buttered pancakes for you”

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, shaking your head at their antics, which soon turned into a laugh when Steve mumbled something around the lines of being too soon to put up with your brother and that he didn’t want buttered pancakes anyway, while he took a seat next to you. Once he was settled and took a blueberry from the bowl in front of you, you placed your hand at the nape of his neck to bring him closer to you for a loving kiss, to kiss his deep frown away.

“Guys, come on! PDA!” Your brother groaned making Steve break the kiss in annoyance.

“My house, my kitchen, my wife, my rules” He replied kissing you again, deeply this time, making your brother roll his eyes in annoyance.

“Oh, come on! It's my sister, you SEAL. And there are kids around” your brother pointed to the kitchen door, and you both turned your heads to see Eddie happily wagging his tail and happily barked. Then he laid down and placed his paws in front of his eyes as if to hide from you two kissing. “Good boy!” Danny chuckled throwing a berry at Eddie who cached it in the air and trotted away.

“Are you turning my dog against me?” Steve squinted his eyes at your brother.

“I swear you behave like an old married couple” you mumbled letting out a full laugh and taking a bite of your pancakes before they cooled down. You moaned savoring the buttered goodie “Danno, you’re the best at making pancakes” your brother smirked at you and flipping the spatula in his hand with a victorious grin before he returned to the task of cooking. “Hey! Give them back!” you squealed when Steve stole your plate.

“Nope” Your husband denied turning away from you when you grabbed his arm too pull him towards you, and stuffed his face with an excessive amount of your pancakes. He said something but you couldn’t understand him.

“Swallow first, then talk” you softly slapped his cheek and tried to take his pancakes instead, but he grabbed them away from you too. “Steve!” you whined crossing your arms over your chest.

“You’re not having pancakes until you admit I’m the best,” he said after swallowing the bite and having some juice.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Danny said placing another plate of the buttered goodies in front of you “King of pancakes to the rescue” he joked kissing your head and taking a seat in front of you, after he finished serving the breakfast, and taking your previous plate of pancakes. He slapped Steve’s hand away with the spatula when he tried to reach back for it.

“Not fair” he mumbled into his coffee “he never butters my pancakes” you laughed at your pouty husband.

“Y/N/N, can you tell your husband to put on a shirt? He can cut the pancakes with his nipples” Danny groaned into his coffee.

“I could, but someone keeps stealing my clothes” Steve turned in his chair to glare at Eddie, who was sprawled on the floor and pointed a finger to him “Eddie stop stealing my clothes!” you laughed at his antics while your brother rolled his eyes.

“Seriously, make him put on a shirt or something”

“Wait” you rolled your eyes and stood up walking up to the fridge to retrieve some sticky notes from the block you kept there to write down reminders or shopping items or, in Steve’s case, just silly love notes and bad puns to make you smile. You took two of them, one green and the other orange, and walked back to your husband, who raised an eyebrow at you, to place them over his nipples with a pat on each one, making him chuckle and kissed his cheek before sitting back in your chair “There, PEGI 12” you all laughed and went back to your breakfast, the commander making sure the stickies stayed in place every each second.

The peace didn’t last long, though. Your phone started to ring, making you groan, since you were the one out of the three, who didn’t have a day off today, which means that you’ll have to go earlier than usual to the palace. You quickly apologized and stood from the table to retrieve your phone which was on your bag in the living room. “Williams-McGarrett” You answered once you noticed it was a call from Jerry.

Five-0 years ag-0…

“If you keep frowning, your face will get stuck like that” You cheered knocking on your brother’s, Danny Williams, office “How’s my favorite bro doing?” you smiled once he looked up from the papers he was looking at.

Since Grace and Charlie were at school and you haven’t yet visited your brother at work since you landed three days ago, and he probably was neglecting his diet, you decided to visit him and have lunch with him, even though he might be swamped with work.

“Y/N/N!” He cheered once he saw you standing there and stood up with a smile, engulfing you in a bear hug “What’s my favorite Williams doing here?”

“Taking care of my bro, of course. Since the kids are at school, I had nothing to do. And please,” you rolled your eyes breaking away from the hug and taking a seat at his desk before placing the take-away on it, careful not to dirt anything, while he closed the door after you to have more privacy “Everyone in Hawaii knows Grace and Charlie are your favorite Williams”

“Not true” He sat back and started opening the bags.

“Yes true,” Grabbing your bag which contained a taco bowl, you leaned into your seat. “How’s the case going?”

“Well,” he reclined in his chair, letting a long huff of breath widening his eyes and propping his feet on the table. “Not well, but we found a lead that hopefully will clarify things, we’ve gone from a dead-end to another” you nodded taking a bite from your food “By the way” you hummed in acknowledgment “Why can’t you eat tacos like normal people?” you squinted your eyes at him and threw a used napkin at him, making him protest.

While you ate, you and your brother made plans for the week suggesting activities that the kids might like, and once the trash was discarded and the desk was clean again, you both relaxed a bit while exchanging all the stories that happened these past months, trying to take his mind out of this stressful case. Even though they only have been six months to Danny they felt like six long centuries, he missed having his youngest sister, who he felt the closest to around. You were about to tell him another one of your college stories when someone knocked on the door.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know you had company,” Kono said as she opened the door “Oh my god, Y/N? It’s been a long time!” she cheered when you turned around to face the familiar voice and stood up to hug her “How have you been?”

“Kono!” you gave her a tight hug “I’ve been good, but every day I felt homesick, how have you been?”

“I’ve been great thanks for asking, but did you miss your brother that much?” She joked making you chuckle and Danny roll his eyes to the back of his head.

“Nah, I just missed the Hawaiian nice weather” you joked back making your brother gasp while you two laughed. But you instantly pouted hugging him when he said he wouldn’t make any more buttered goodies for you.

“By the way Danny, that industrial ship was another dead end” the officer commented making your brother groan throwing himself to his chair facepalming. “McGarrett went to talk to Chin to see if he could get something from those drives”

“I see you guys are still busy with this case” you commented frowning.

“You have no idea” Kono sighed “This is the longest case so far” she groaned grabbing her hair in frustration. “And the weirdest” she added after letting a huff of air

“If it wasn’t for those drives, we would have solved this case long ago” Danny groaned.

“I see,” you trailed off considering your options “well, then, I won’t be distracting you anymore, you’ve got a lot of work”

“Oh no, you can stay as much as you want” Your brother quickly reassured you, standing up from his chair and walking up to you to place an arm around your shoulders “It’s fun having you around, and besides, I’ve missed you. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do”

“I don’t want to interfere with anything” you quickly commented.

“Don’t even say it” Kono quickly stopped you “It’s been a while since we’ve seen you around”

“Wanna join us for the rest of day?” your brother suggested, almost pleadingly, squeezing your arm “We need a lot of moral support right now”

“Okay, that sounds funnier than binging some crappy show alone” your mood quickly lightened at the prospect of spending some more time with your ohana and seeing how things worked around.

“Amazing!” Kono cheered walking up to the door “let’s see if Kelly discovered something” She said leading the way.

It was a short walk from your brother’s office to the briefing room. You were so engrossed in a conversation, catching up and talking nonstop with the both of them, that you failed to notice a pair of eyes looking intently at you, following your moves along the corridor. Steve had an idea of who you were, given that his partner never shut up about you.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” Chin frowned waving a hand in front of the commander’s face and snapped his fingers grabbing his attention. He turned around to discover the cause of the distraction but saw nothing.

“Yeah” Steve cleared his throat “You were talking about” he trailed off waiting for a revelation and waving his hand around before crossing his arms over his chest, looking apologetically and trying to smile sweetly at his colleague to no avail.

“As I was saying” Kelly started again when Jerry’s outburst interrupted him once again, placing his hands on his hips exasperated, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Y/N/N!” He stood up from his chair and walked up to you to greet you properly.

“Jerry!” you cheered giving him a big hug “long time no see, big guy. What you’ve been up to?”

“Nothing much, the usual” Jerry shrugged. “With my theories and helping these guys”

“Good to see nothing's changed then” you smiled at him and jumped when someone slapped your arm.

“You never cease to interrupt me or what?” Chin gave you a rather serious, yet playful look that soon turned into a grin.

“Chin!” you hugged him tightly too “Do you ever age? You haven’t changed a thing!”

“You should come here more often” Chin joked patting your head.

“Steve, this my baby sister” Danny introduced you to the rather attractive tall man “I don’t know if you have ever met her”

“Commander Steve McGarrett” the young man introduced himself extending a hand towards you, which you gladly took and shook it “And you must be the infamous Y/N, it’s like I already know you, Danno never shuts up talking about you, Y/N this, Y/N that. I’m happy to finally put a face to the name” he continued still shaking your hand.

Now, your relationship with the team was curious, to say the least, you knew everyone and considered them your ohana. Commander Steve McGarrett was the exception. Even though he was one of your brother’s best friend, you were pretty sure were joined at the hip, you never had the occasion to meet him in person, or spend some time with him yet. You knew perfectly who he was because Danny always told you everything that happened during the day when he called you or went to visit him, to keep you updated. But due to your busy schedule with your work and studies and his duties you never had spare time to spend together. And, of course, every time you came back home to spend some time in Hawaii, Danny preferred to spend that time with you alone and the kids.

“Likewise, commander” you nodded giving him a smile, that he thought was brighter than the sun, and before releasing your hand he brought it to his lips to kiss it.

“Ahem, Y/N/N?” Your brother grabbed your attention and hastily turning around to face him making your hair flow. “Why don’t you take a seat over here?” he said patting the chair next to him. You nodded with a smile and quickly moved to that spot, failing to notice how your brother sent daggers to a rather distracted Steve.

“So” Steve cleared his throat, ignoring Danno’s glares, grabbing back the team's attention “apart from the empty industrial ship, do we have any advances on the drives” He wondered turning to Jerry and Chin.

“Nothing. Not a clue” the Lieutenant shook his head defeated “The laptop is too damaged to take anything from it, and despite having tried everything, we can’t manage to get the drives back to work. They are damaged or empty”

“So basically what you’re saying is that we are back to the start again?” Kono stated as everyone grew frustrated.

“Well not really form the start” Jerry chimed in “I might think that the drives might be encrypted, being “empty” and “not working” a way of disguise. But it will take probably days to decrypt them” that grabbed your focus, being encryption your field of work amongst other areas, and raised your hand.

“Yes, Y/N/N?” Your brother nudged you.

“I don’t want to interfere because I know you are a thousand times better qualified than me, but” now you had everyone listening intently at you. “Have you tried combining the hard disk and the memories of the laptop with the drives?”

“What?” Chin raised an eyebrow “How?”

“Maybe the motherboard is not that damaged and doing a ‘quick fix’ you can get the drives to work again” you suggested pointing to the damaged laptop.

“Suggested the nerd” Danny joked earning a slap on the head from Kono.

“Can I take a look?” you looked at everyone eager to help until your eyes landed on the commander who was in charge.

“Honestly, a fresh pair of experts hands would be welcomed” Jerry requested to Steve who motioned for you with his hand, accepting your offer.

“What’s your plan?” Chin stood next to you while Jerry passed the laptop to you.

“First we open what’s left of this device” you suggested grabbing the small screwdriver Ortega offered you. “Thanks” Once the screws were off the cover you opened it, frowning at what you found “Amazing! I've never seen such a fried circuit. Someone took time doing this to make sure it wouldn’t work”

“Great news” Kono complained “Our only clue gone trash”

“Oh don’t worry, everything can be saved. There’s always a way in” you reassured continuing to unclasp things and disconnecting wires, not noticing how everyone shared a look, except Jerry who was carefully and intently watching your every move.

“Even when the laptop is burned and beaten to smithereens?” Steve wondered really curious resting his arms at the right end of the table very curious about your methods, while Kono and your brother stood opposite him.

“It’s the software that counts, not the hardware” you joked giving the commander a thousand watts smile.

“You’re a nerd” your brother picked on you making Kono slap his arm again, and earning a glare from you.

“Thanks, Kono. And you’re an idiot” you retorted placing on the table the fans you disconnected.

“Still, that doesn’t change the fact that you are a computer nerd” you rolled your eyes

“IT engineer, Danno” you let out a breath through your nose disconnecting carefully another part.

“What’s the difference?” Danny kept on joking “still a nerd and a computer nerd”

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic” Everyone wholeheartedly laughed at that.

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor like that?” Danny playfully complained.

“Because you’re ugly” you quickly replied putting down the last part and smiling at your brother.

“I wouldn’t have summarized it better, sweetheart” Steve joined the banter with a laugh earning a glare from your brother before going back to examine the important parts, mainly the drives and disks.

“I love you, too” Danny grimaced throwing a piece of wire at him.

“Very bad news and very good news” you cheered, once the laptop was dismounted, placing on the table the last piece of the laptop. “Bad news first?”

“Shot” Steve said straitening himself and placing his hand on his hips. “We’re immune to them by now”

“The hard disk is damaged, but I think it can be saved with a bit of love” you explained while giving Jerry said part and looked at the boss.

“And the good news?” Kono spoke “We really need to hear very good news”

“The cache memory and the solid-state drive are intact” you passed them to Chin while your brother gave you a deeply confused frown.

“In Christian, for the ones that aren’t nerds like you,” your brother asked for an explanation with a sweet smile.

“The cache memory stores data so that future requests for that data can be served faster. The data stored in a cache might be the result of an earlier computation or a copy of data stored elsewhere. So whatever the owner did last, this sneak will tell us” You tried to explain as best as you could, making sure everyone followed.

“That’s what I said but they didn’t listen” you chuckled at your brother's childish behavior.

“Okay, that’s great” Steve cheered pointing at you “That’s amazing, what else?”

“It’s actually very simple and common,” you said shrugging of his comment and continued with your explanation “And as the hard disk” you pointed to the part Jerry was holding, which he showed everyone “Is mostly used for mass storage, the solid-state drive, commonly known as SSD” you pointed to the long and rectangular piece Chin was holding, which he also showed “Is used for boosting, the operative system, Windows for example, and most used applications.”

“We have the pieces of the puzzle. We only need to connect them” Jerry agreed having understood what was your point “How do you plan on doing that?” he questioned looking at you curiously.

“Well, I need a motherboard, and wires” you requested biting your lip looking to the discarded pieces and then at Jerry “And a computer of course”

“This way my lady” Jerry motioned for you to follow him.

"Danno?" you called from the back of the room "Can you please bring me a black small box from the bag that I left on your office?"

"Of course!" he answered dropping the screw he was playing with to go retrieve the item you asked for in a hurry.

You went back to the desk holding too many things and yellow wires around your neck. Everyone was in awe at how fast you mounted the parts together, sharing with Jerry and Chin every now and then

the different options you had. Danny came back to the room moments later, waving a small box in his hand.

“Yes!” you squealed when your brother passed you the small box “you’re the best” you added fist-bumping your brother.

“What’s that?” Steve said picking the small black box in his hands to examine it.

“It’s a crafted CPU” you explained while you linked the yellow wires to motherboard “It can work as a computer if you connect a screen to it”

“Cool,” he nodded giving a pout of approval placing it back on the table.

“Great” you smiled once you made sure every wire was well linked “Next step, connect this baby to a computer”

Steve already pulled the chair from the computer for you. Giving him a curt nod and a smile, that he gladly returned, you plugged on of the yellow wires from the motherboard to the CPU of the computer and another to your black box, before you took a seat. Once you were comfortable and settled Chin passed you the drivers that were driving the team crazy, plugging them to the box and proceeded to work away on them typing very fast.

Chin, Kono and your brother had wandered away and scattered around the room giving you space for you to work properly, while Jerry grabbed a chair and took a seat to your left sharing his theories with you. Steve genuinely curious about what you were doing and eager to learn more from you, even though he had no idea about what you were doing, grabbed another chair and sat to your right. In a couple of minutes, you had managed to prepare everything and hesitated your hands hovering over the keyboard.

“What’s wrong?” Steve worried genuinely concerned while Jerry placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“I’m about to break a handful of dozens of rules,” You said frowning to the screen and looking intently to the enter key you index finger hovering over it, touching but not pressing “The full weight of the law can drop on whoever presses this button. Like an anvil”

Before you even get to finish your speech, Steve had leaned forward and with no hesitation whatsoever, pressed the enter key and leaned back on his chair crossing his arms over his chest with a satisfied look, making you turn in your seat to look at him with your eyes wide open and your mouth slightly ajar. He simply raised an eyebrow and shrugged one shoulder back. Could someone make the carefreeness look hot and rock some bicep tattoos? Apparently, it’s big hot damn yes from Commander McGarrett.

Those thoughts stopped right there when a ding rang around the room that something happened with the drives. Suddenly, Jerry laughed grabbing your attention and looking back to the screen as well as the rest around the room, all of them gathering around you.

“Did it work?” Lieutenant Kelly wondered hopefully, standing behind Jerry “If it worked you have beer supply for life”

“I don’t know if it worked” You frowned reading the screen that asked for a password to be entered.

“Yes, it did” Jerry nodded eagerly

“It asks for some credentials” You frowned trying to look for patrons “They look like some GPS coordinates” you suggested making Steve lean forward resting an arm over the back of your chair, to take a better look at the screen.

“Try the industrial ship location” The commander suggested passing you a piece of paper with messy scribbled numbers which you quickly typed them.

“We’re in” You cheered high fiving Jerry “It worked!”

“Good job, kid” Chin smirked affectionately patting your head “She’s good” he stated the obvious whispering to your brother.

“She’s amazing” he confirmed looking down at you with a proud smile, placing both of his hands on your shoulders and giving them a squeeze

Meanwhile, you continued analyzing the estrange documents in the devices. Someone took time making sure no one could read them. Almost anyone. They didn’t take you into account. The level of encryption was something you have never seen before. This person was very good but not as good as you. No one was better than you.

“Guys” you suddenly exclaimed instantly grabbing the commander’s attention, who leaned forward and rested his arm over the back of your chair. “These are not simple drives. They are part of a fallen military satellite.”

“How do you know that,” Steve asked growing curious every second and not licking a single bit where this case was heading.

“The company I worked before for worked with putting into orbit satellites, mostly for defense. Of course, they never stay up long, they have a certain period of life. Some months ago one of the old ones came back down and the location where it was supposed to land was empty, so the company assumed that it disintegrated and was destroyed in the process, not taking into account that someone might have stolen it. At least we made sure to retrieve any important data from them. It’s mostly scrapped material, but some parts can be reused” You quickly explained to everyone “Now someone here reused these drivers and they are hiding footprints, amongst other things that are encrypted” you displayed a footprint causing Steve to frown in thought before he widened his eyes in realization.

“Of course we couldn’t find anything” the blue-eyed man groaned running a hand down his face “We didn’t look where we needed to. Their headquarter is located underground” He stood up giving instructions to Kono, Chin and your brother who quickly got into action. “Y/N do you have anything else to do today?” you turned to look at him but he stopped “Change of plans you’ll be working with us. Can you take this with you?”

“Yes, but most of it is still encrypted and I need to work on it. Give me a second, though” you quickly got into action transferring everything to your black box.

“Good, you’ll be our eyes. Jerry, Danno already went to warn Lou, can you go to him and explain everything?”

“Coming right up” Jerry nodded patting you on the shoulder.

Once everything was transferred to the box you disconnected everything and switched off the computer and disarming the parts from the motherboard and McGarrett helped you secure the parts, given they were important proofs in the case.

The walk to the silver Camaro RS, where your brother was waiting for you, leaning in the car and holding your purse, was filled with small chitchat, that consisted of you talking about your work these past months, and jokes. The conversation flowed easily between the two of you. It felt like you knew each other from a long time ago. Danny, noticing the happy smiles his partner sent you, he couldn’t help but sent a warning glare to Steve, who simply rolled his eyes and got in the driver seat, like the overprotective big brother he was while he opened the passenger door for you.

You, of course, didn’t notice that exchange between them, too worried about the discovery wanting to get back to it as soon as possible. Once you were settled and heard the reassuring click of the seatbelt, you started drumming away with fast taps on the keyboard, tuning out any other noise except the soft hum of the radio playing some station. Steve glanced at you amazed at how fast you focused on your work what made share a look with cranky man at the back seat throw the rearview mirror, who shrugged back at him clearly very used to that.

“Y/N/N?” Danny called from the back seat, leaning forward between the two seats when you hummed in acknowledgment not taking your focus from the screen “Aren’t your fingers sore?”

“Nah” you replied pouting your lips pressing enter harsher than normal to make your point “I’m used to it”

“You caveman, tell me again why we need to bring her with us?” Danny questioned his partner with steam almost coming out of his ears.

You turned to your brother with a curious look “Danny, this is a really coarse tracker, even though the hardware is not. Amazing work but raw, it can’t work properly if it’s too far away from the area” you tried to reassure your brother in your sweet voice. “Besides someone needs to take care of you, so you won’t do anything stupid. Don’t be a whiner”

“I’m trying, okay?” he was clearly irritated, At what you didn’t know.

Danno?”

You knew your voice had a way of calming your brother down “Yes, kiddo?” His voice immediately softened.

“If this is your car, why is Commander McGarrett driving it?” Clearly, you couldn’t wait to tease him back.

Danny’s smile dropped from his face and turned into a frown as soon as Steve snorted “Because this animal has control issues” he slapped Steve’s arm.

“What?” Steve, exclaimed very offended “Control issues? Why do you have to make up such lies now?”

“What,” Danny turned to Steve annoyed and voice rising “Lies? What lies? If not lying, then why do you always have to drive my car? How do you explain that, hm?”

The commander’s hands left the steering wheel, “Is it wrong for me to spoil a friend, I’m chauffeuring you around. I want you to feel special”

“Well, that’s just hogwash,” Danny said to Steve “Keep your hands on the wheel, you idiot”

“Neat” you whispered in awe tuning out their banter looking back to your laptop when the screen flashed showing a map of the local area.

“What?” The men turned to look at you but Danny force Steve’s face forward with his hand

“I reprogrammed the software of they used in the satellite, that was used as a tracker, and now have access too” you laughed in happiness.

“She’s a genius” Your brother shook his head in bewilderment.

“Thank god you took all the stupid with you then” Steve joked whispering stifling a laugh, what sent the two men into another round of bantering.

After some turns, maneuvers and car overtaking, the three of you finally arrived in no time to the area where the SWAT team was deployed and getting ready for the action, and followed the pair to the van, laptop under your arm.

“Commander McGarrett, Detective Williams” Lou Groover greeted as soon as he saw you. “I see you brought great company with you,” He said smiling at you.

“Captain Groover is good to see you again” you smiled back shaking his hand in greeting.

“Little Williams will be our eyes once we’re inside the building” Steve explained while Lou led you three to the control point where he indicated a place for you to settle where two men were getting ready some devices.

“Ready for some action, Little Williams?” Lou teased playfully raising an eyebrow at you.

“Ready as ever I will be” You confidently nodded and walked up to the SWAT agents who helped you get everything ready after greeting each other, while you explained your plan to the captain and the chaotic duo.

“My men are at your service” Lou patted you on the shoulder once you were properly seated “Marshal, Rogers, she’s in charge”

“Yes, sir” they replied with a nod and handed you an earpiece which you quickly placed in your ear.

“Be careful” you turned to the pair and with a salute, they went to meet the rest of the team “Radio check” you said into the intercom to make sure everyone heard you.

“Read you loud and clear” McGarrett was the first one to reply receiving a series of confirmation of the rest of the team.

“Perfect” you acknowledged typing away on your laptop “I have accessed the building security to have more control of the area” you informed signaling to the man on your left to control the cameras on the inside while you commanded the other SWAT to control the cameras on the outside and perimeter.

The mission flowed smoothly from there with your coordination and skills. The building was evacuated in no time and bad guys were on their way to be interrogated. After high fiving and congratulating the two SWATs that worked along with you for a successful operation, you thanked them and exited the van to meet the rest of the Five-O team.

McGarrett was talking to a SWAT when you came into view and caught his attention, once he noticed you approaching them. He bid goodbye to the agent in a hurry and parted ways to walk up to you. Usually, you were wary of any uniformed man, but you had acknowledged the fact that the tactic gear looked especially good on him

“Danny never told me you were an expert tactician” The tall blue-eyed man smiled at you.

“Even though I’ve worked with military, I can assure you, I’m very far from being an expert” you couldn’t contain the shy smile of your own you looked at your shows.

“You did a great job today, even more so than your brother” the commander chuckled really amazed at what he had witnessed today “We would have been lost if you hadn’t helped us today”

“Is my duty as a civilian to help the authorities as much as I can” You gave him a curt nod, not believing a word he was saying. “The Five-O and SWAT teams are the real heroes. I’m just a mere IT girl”

“A great one in your job” McGarrett complimented crossing his arms over his chest “There’s a vacant in the team for you if you want it”

You pondered his offer for a moment, were you really ready to get back into action? “Thanks for the offer, Steve” this was the first time you called him by his first name and his heart skipped a bit “but, even though I love my job and technology, I’m not one of those people that want to spend the rest of their life sitting in a chair typing away until their fingerprints are gone” declined his offer with a sad smile looking into his beautiful eyes.

“Tell me you’ll think about it at least”

“Of course” you nodded at him looking to where your brother was talking to an officer “I’ll think about it. It was a pleasure working with you, Lieutenant Commander McGarrett” You saluted him with a happy smile.

“It was my pleasure” Steve returned the salute and watched you walk up to your brother with content yet forlorn look.

Dinner was almost ready when the oven dinged signaling that the pumpkin pie was fully cooked. All it needed now was cool down.

“Is that pumpkin pie I smell?” Danny startled you making you hastily turn around and almost dropping the pie.

“No pie for you” squinting your eyes at him you placed the pie in the windowsill so none of the kids, nor Danno could eat it.

“Now you’re just being mean” He walked up to the fridge to pick a water bottle “You did amazing today. And you really must have impressed Steve with your hacking skills, because he doesn’t offer a place to everybody”

“Oh, you heard that?” You wondered wiping the counter with a clean rag.

“Steve told me” Danny clarified after taking a gulp from the water bottle “He’s my partner. We don’t have secrets with each other” you laughed but your brother could tell something was off. “What’s wrong?” he wondered placing an arm around your shoulders.

“I got a call from ACID today” You placed your arm around his middle without looking at him. “They offered me a job”

“Whoah!” Your brother cheered placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you to face him “That’s the company you wanted to work for since you started your degree. That’s amazing. Wait, a second why aren’t you smiling, and jumping?” he frowned upon seeing your expression.

“It’s in the Mainland” you simply said shrugging one shoulder.

“And?” his frown deepened, “I thought it was your dream. It seemed like a good opportunity for you. That’s why you never stopped talking about it”

“I don’t know” you sighed “I’m not so sure anymore. I don’t want to be sat all day in front of a screen” you hugged your brother “Even though, I love it. It’s a big company and I don’t what to be treated like a number”

“Then, are you going to accept Steve’s offer?” Danny hugged you back kissing your cheek.

“I don’t know, Danno” you started swaying “Office work is not my thing”

“You’re a genius” your brother reassured you “You’ll find the answer. Besides you still have a lot of time to think over the situation. And whatever you decide” he paused to cradle your face with his hands “I’ll support you”

“Thanks, Danno” You smiled brightly and hugging him tight until the doorbell rang.

“Always” he kissed your head and went to answer the door “Do me a favor and check on that pie!”

“Aunty Y/N?” Grace called for you from the backyard, where she and Charlie were playing “Aunty Y/N!” Charlie repeated.

“Yes, monkeys!” you shouted walking through the corridor making them laugh. In a second they were running towards you and when you noticed them they had already tackled you to the ground, making you tickle them in return.

“You can have my bed tonight” Grace suddenly squealed “No, no. You can sleep with me!” Charlie offered.

You chuckled at your niece and nephew's behavior “What are you talking about? Where are you going to sleep, then Grace?”

“We don’t want you to go” Charlie pleaded with puppy eyes while his sister copied him.

“You nosy little things” you softly said tickling them and earning a laugh from them “Guys, I’m not going anywhere, yet” you reassured them hugging them to you “We still got a week to do plenty of things” you started kissing their cheeks a million times making them giggle like crazy. “But for now let’s eat some pumpkin pie with vanilla ice and cream cheese frosting”

You three stood up and when you saw they weren’t ready yet you ran to the kitchen to grab the first piece of the pie. However, when you arrived there the pie was nowhere to be seen.

“Danno!” you shouted grabbing walking to the door “Did you stole my pie?” you asked irritated.

What you didn’t expect was two full-grown men fighting over a half-eaten pie. More like commander McGarrett, holding the pie over his head with a hand and holding your brother back with the other, while struggling to masticate a big bite of food. Grabbing a chair, you placed it next to the door, to steal back your pie. The commander didn’t notice that, and you managed to reach the kitchen to serve the rest of the pie for your niece, nephew and you.

“Did Uncle Steve, steal the pie again?” Grace asked you watching how you placed a big ball of ice cream on top of the pie. “He’s on a donut diet” Charlie eagerly placed his plate next to you so you could place the ice cream on top of his piece too

Definitely, you didn’t know what that meant, nor wanted to know “Yes, Uncle Steve was being a pie thief”

Later on, after you five had dinner, you were sure you hadn’t ever seen a mean eat like that and be that fit, Steve was enjoying the sun, sitting on a chair in your brother’s backyard and you quietly approached him holding two beers.

“Hey there, Little Williams” Steve smiled upon seeing you, offering you a seat next to him.

“Hey there, Commander McGarrett” You returned the smile offering him a beer that gladly accepted.

“Steve” he interrupted taking the beer from you “My name is Steve”

“My name is Y/N, though” You tilted your head to the side to look at him.

“I like Little Williams better” The man smirked when you rolled your eyes but chuckling you took a seat next to him. “So, did you make a decision?” He wondered taking a gulp from his beer bottle.

The sun was starting to set and you watched how Charlie and Grace played with the Nerfs you bought them with a content smile, and then turned to look at him who was already looking at you expectantly “I think I already made a decision”

@beccollie18

to be continued?

I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing a crime show fic. Let me know your thoughts on it and if you want more of this chilling adventures. My ask is always open. I love y’all <3000

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dreamlegend · 5 years ago

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Here’s a bunch of demon oc’s I’ve been recently making, except Decipio who’s an older character that I even had in an OCT once. She’s changed a bit from those times but is generally the same. I almost never talk about my oc’s here so I thought I should do that more often.

Decipio

As you can see from my current icon, Decipio is my current baby right now. Her name means “to deceive” in latin and obviously she’s a demon who excels in deception. Basically her only power is that she’s an extremely convincing liar and can even tell when other people are lying. Her favourite thing is to work gaining someone’s trust and then stab them in the back in the worst possible way, multiple times even if her victim is that dumb. You can totally not trust anything she says, but she can also work that in her favor. Her lies are often mixed with truth and it is impossible to tell them apart, so trying to figure out when she’s being honest is always frustrating.

Her theme is holy because her recurring scheme is posing as a representative of Mawul, the element of light, to gain the faith of mortals and trick them. Also she just really likes robes. Her primary sin is envy and she also enjoys singing and making ceramic pots. She is also okay at playing the piano and has always kind of hated her lack of hair.

My headcanon voice for her is Petra Karjalainen

Like most demons, everything Decipio does is in the name of Gervaisse, the element of shadow and the devil of Heartorio, and she hopes one day Gervaisse will recognize her evil and she’ll become one of the elite demons. I plan to make her one one day, as later in the story she gains a new ability, which I’m not gonna explain here cause it’s a bit complex and pretty weak at first but once she trains it it’s gonna be pretty op and definitely of use to Gervaisse.

Decipio loves being evil, but sometimes she wonders what it would be like to settle down and live a quiet life with someone, but she tries not to think about those thoughts. She doesn’t have a lot of friends because even the other demons don’t trust her, even though her loyalty to Gervaisse extends to them as well. She is a backstabber by nature, but when she’s loyal to someone it’s neverending, but she has basically no way to truly prove it. Gervaisse is in fact one of the few people who trusts Decipio completely and never doubts her and that’s why Decipio is so eager to please him.

Decipio also uncanonically refers to memes and modern pop culture because it amuses her, not really caring if she’s being cringy

Grand Glamour

This guy is kind of a joke character, cause he’s the son of Gervaisse and Gavril, after Gavril lost his position as a world element and became a human. It’s weird because Gervaisse absolutely loathes Gavril, who loves to annoy Gervaisse as much as possible, but they ended up having sex anyway. Gavril dies before Grand is even born so he’s not involved in raising him, but he does reincarnate so they’ll meet at one point of the story (like after a 25 year timeskip yep that’s a thing that’s gonna happen).

Grand is kind of an annoying guy and a bit spoiled, but he has enthusiasm in everything he does. He is all about performing and entertainment and he’s got the charisma for it. His powers include shapeshifting which he inherited from Gervaisse and he can also control people with his singing, but doesn’t really use it often because he wants the genuine adoration of people (he does occasionally use it because he’s so used to getting what he wants, Gervaisse kind of spoiled him in that way). He also has a thing for long hair and WILL touch it without permission.

He also has a headcanon voice, which is Pekka Kuorikoski (can you guess the pattern for choosing voices for my characters?)

Mortimer Hearty

Morty is a former human that was turned into a demon by Gervaisse (which he does to souls he sees potential in) and I don’t have much figured out of his backstory beyond that. He is one of the elite demons because of his op power, which is the Look Book (I might change that, that is a really dumb name). His power is that whenever he meets someone, he can then peer into their hearts and access all information about them, which manifests into the form of the book. He can then access this information whenever he wants and it updates itself automatically. He has no problem keeping tabs of all the people’s info he’s got and reaccessing it.

Personality-wise Morty is pretty quiet, but has a creepy side to him which is him eagerly collecting and going through people’s private information and using it to blackmail them. He is also quite unpopular among the other demons, but a few who feel like they have nothing to hide admire and respect him.

Cole Conniver

Also known as “the Reqruiter” since his main job is to seek out living mortals who might interest Gervaisse and ensuring that they end up in his service. He is also one of the elite demons and his power is also op: he has his own personal pocket dimension in which he can store and retrieve objects and even people he has touched. He also has the ability to make anything that’s in his pocket dimension vanish out of existence (Decipio uncanonically refers to this as Za Hando and it annoys him greatly).

Conniver is pretty pretentious, sweet-talking, and grumpy whenever things don’t go his way. He is one of the older demons so he’s pretty old-fashioned and doesn’t really like younger demons such as Decipio (who’s 340 but that’s young compared to him).

Illusoun

Finally we have (perhaps) the first demon Gervaisse ever created. She was made to perform a task and that is the eternal torture of mortals souls which end up in hell. In both heaven and hell the souls will have endless, life-like dreams and in hell those are of course the worst nightmares they could imagine. Illusoun is a master of these dreams and illusions, but she has a lot of underlings to do most of the work, she just supervises it these days.

Her power is being able to make people have any kind of dreams; their worst nightmares or even their hopes and dreams. Her dreams are so life-like and well-crafted that they are indistinguishable from reality which makes people fear and avoid her, because she does occasionally enjoy messing with people’s minds, making them wonder whether she’s made them dream, sometimes putting slight contradictions in them to see if they can notice. She can do this all in a blink of an eye, making you have a dream that felt like a lifetime and then watching you struggle readjusting to the real world again.

Illusoun is a very high-ranking and respected elite demon, though some demons do wonder whether she still has a use as a lot of the more lower-ranking demons do most of her job for her now. She doesn’t have many friends besides Decipio, a fellow demon in the art of deception. She might have a bit of an unrequited love for Decipio, either because she hasn’t told her about her feelings or because Decipio wasn’t interested, but I might make them a couple at some point, I don’t know.

Illusoun has a very peculiar aura that affects people in close proximity to her. Many people describe it as like falling asleep while you’re standing. A lot of people dislike being around her because of this feeling, while others find it comforting and even addicting, but the fear of being put under one of her spells usually makes them anxious about it.

(I’m not really sure about her colours, I might change those at some point, but I wanted a reference of her for this post)

She also kinda has a hc voice, I’m not set on it because it’s been really hard figuring it out, but for now it’s Arja Koriseva

#man that's a lot of text boy I feel exhausted #if you read all of that I'm sorry and thank you so much #the reason I'm introducing these characters is because I might make small comics of them in the future if I have ideas I mean I hope so #I really would love drawing them more so if I do at least you guys know who they are #I'm definitely gonna draw at least decipio more she is my current obsession and I love her #it's a bit sad that lately I've only been able to make these basic refs but who knows maybe I'll get inspired for some comic shenanigans #also let me just say I also ship decipio with a canon character but I can't say which series or else I'll be sent to the gay baby jail #that's all I guess idk it's getting late and I need to eat BADLY #oh yeah this post does have spoilers for my story but who's gonna remember those once my story gets to that point is gonna take YEARS #anyway food now #DL draws crap #long post

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elareine · 5 years ago

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Adamare (7/7)

Read here on ao3.

Year Seven

“And that’s it! Tim Wayne has caught the snitch! The final score is 340-280! Slytherin wins the house cup!”

Jason was yelling. He wasn’t the only one. Finally, finally someone had dethroned Gryffindor. Even Slytherin champions were preferable to those smug assholes winning the fourth year in a row.

Tim landed on the field, the fist holding the snitch raised triumphantly, and was immediately swarmed by his teammates. The audience was pouring out onto the field, Jason just one of the many people intent on delivering their congratulations in person.

He stopped some feet away from the player’s pile. Seeing Tim being at the center of attention in a positive way made for a nice change. He deserved every bit of praise that was being screamed at him and then some. Jason wasn’t going to interrupt that.

Tim, though, looked up, saw Jason, and straight away detangled himself to run over. Jason laughed and opened his arms to catch him. The kiss Tim pressed to his lips was a bit of a surprise—they weren’t exactly hiding their relationship, but this was a whole other level of PDA—but he sank into willingly, letting Tim conquer his mouth the same way he’d conquered the pitch.

Hours later found them sitting in the Slytherin common room, surrounded by partygoers. Tim had been dragged here and there, but he kept returning to Jason’s side, snuggling up more and more openly the more drinks he had to down in celebration. Jason wasn’t about to discourage him.

Tim’s hand pulled at his sleeve. “Hey, Jason?”

Jason obediently ducked down so his face was level with Tim’s. “Yes?”

“We won,” Tim whispered as if it was a secret.

Jason grinned at his sweaty mess of a boyfriend. “You did.”

“No, we did,” Tim insisted. “You and I.”

“Pretty sure I didn’t contribute anything to your Quidditch team.”

“No, no, you did! Without you, I’d—I’d—” Tim was gesticulating wildly now. Jason just about caught his hand before it poked an eye out. “You’re important!” he finished lamely.

Jason did his best not to laugh at him. “Okay, I think you had enough for tonight, hmm?”

Tim looked like he wanted to protest, then reevaluated the situation. “If I say yes, can we have victory sex?”

Next to them, Conner just about choked on his drink.

“God, winning is the best,” Tim sighed contently. He’d sobered up a bit by now, but his movements were still languid, his posture relaxed as he clung to Jason like a particularly affectionate octopus.

“Going to chase your dreams and become a pro, after all?” Jason asked, eyes laughing.

Tim snorted. “Yeah, ‘cause being even more exposed is the exact thing we need right now.”

There was a heaviness behind his words, worry about a future in the current political climate, that Jason was determined to chase away. “Aww, think about all the screaming fans that will never have a chance to moon over you if you don’t go pro.”

“Aren’t you supposed to encourage a lack of competition?”

Jason hummed thoughtfully. “I dunno… I kinda liked watching you today.”

“I knew watching me play gets you hot.”

“What can I say? It’s all these sticks and the sweat… and knowing that everyone might want to blow you for that catch, but I’m the one who gets to.”

Tim’s smile turned smug with the memory. “That you did. Thank Merlin for single rooms. Dating the head boy has its advantages.”

“Not to mention silencing charms.” Jason didn’t think the walls alone would’ve been enough to keep their privacy (or what was left of it after Tim’s announcement at the party). Not with the way Tim had moaned when Jason had finally gotten his mouth on him. Man, they really had improved a lot since that first, fumbling time.

Tim blushed. “Yeah, those too.”

“We better get assigned as roommates during basic training, or there’s gonna be a problem.”

“About that…”

Jason waited. This had been hanging over them ever since career day when Jason had signed up for Auror orientation with Tim. He didn’t know why Tim hadn’t asked. Was Tim worried that Jason was doing this to please him? Or that he was feeling pressure to follow in Bruce’s footsteps?

“I just don’t understand why you want to become an Auror,” Tim finally said.

“I don’t.”

“Then why—”

“I want to do the basic Auror training while I get my teaching certificate.”

Tim stared at him for a long moment. Then he punched Jason.

There wasn’t any leverage, wrapped up in each other as they were, so Jason just laughed and tightened his arms around him. Tim tried to wiggle out of them, which inevitably lead to tickling, which ended in both of them back where they’d been, even more breathless and red-faced than before.

Settling back down onto Jason’s chest, Tim told him: “I always thought you’d make an amazing teacher.”

“Not here. A school that takes in everyone, no restrictions on wealth or blood status. A school that protects kids and prepares them.”

“A sanctuary.” Tim smiled at him so fondly; Jason still didn’t know how do deal with that.

“Yeah. Bruce says it sounds like the exact thing the Martha Wayne Foundation was created for, so. He already has a few properties we’ll be looking at this summer. It will take some time, of course, we need a permit and to hire teachers, and I need to do more research about inclusive education—I’m thinking of taking a muggle university class for that if we can fake a GED—”

Tim kissed him long and gentle. When he pulled away, he whispered: “I’m so proud of you.”

Jason swallowed. As much as he liked the attention his boyfriend was giving him, Tim hadn’t once said where he saw himself in all of this. “Look, I talked to the recruiters—the Auror ones, I mean—and they said that you can live anywhere you want after training. It just needs portkey access. ”

“Will that be a problem during training for you?”

“Uh, no?” Jason frowned, trying to make his meaning clearer. “All I’m saying is that once we’re done with training and you start saving the world on a daily basis, you could, you know, still live with me. If you wanted.”

“You mean, there is a place for me at your school?” Tim whispered.

“Of course it’s only if you want it—” Jason started reassuring when it hit him what Tim was asking. God, they needed to get better at this communication thing. “Wait, you didn’t think I’d break up with you after graduation or something?”

Tim visibly stalled. “Uh—”

“Tim, you absolute nutfuck,” Jason told him as lovingly as possible, “you’re my best friend, I love you, and I want to spend as much time as possible with you. No, I’m not breaking up with you, and I’ll punch you if you try.”

Tim swallowed and hid his face in Jason’s neck. “Oh. Okay.” He sounded kind of choked, but Jason could feel his smile against his skin, so he figured it was fine.

Smiling to himself, he pulled Tim even closer by the waist and arranged them more comfortably. It was going to be morning soon; the first blues of pre-dawn were visible through the window. They should sleep, or tomorrow would be hell. Warm and happy as he was, Jason didn’t think it would be a problem for either of them.

“I love you too, by the way,” Tim murmured.

“Go to sleep, hotshot.”

#jaytim #jaytimbingo2019 #elareine writes #adamare

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nothing-personal-my-dear · 7 years ago

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Camp NaNo Round Up

For April I completed Camp NaNoWriMo and for it I decided to write 20 short fics in 30 days spanning across multiple fandoms.

A bit of a shameless plug, but, oh well. I wanted to compile a list of Most Popular vs My Favourites.

Most Popular

(as determined by the hit count on ao3, two weeks after the end of April)

1. Original Love - 2616 hits Malec. Malec fics always get the most hits, I’m not surprised by this one. This fic was totally self indulgent. I miss the way Magnus looked in S1 so I wrote a little thing where Alec kind of misses it too.

2. Meet Me True - 452 hits Destiel. This would have been in my fave list as well. It’s my first Destiel fic full of Dean’s insecurities about Hell and Cas reassuring him. I think it’s pretty beautiful, and there is even a second chapter in the works.

3. Chasing Love - 411 hits McShep. This is one of the most tooth-rotting fics I’ve ever written. McShep dates on Atlantis. Skiing, horror movies, piano concerts. Pure fluff and I love it.

4. Peaks - 382 hits McShep. This was my first ever McShep fic and I was so nervous. Rodney is grieving Peter Grodin (still haven’t forgiven them for killing off that British genius) and John knows exactly where Rodney is hiding.

5. Awakening - 340 hits McShep. All my McShep fics made it to the Most Popular list, awesome! This one is all about Rodney slowly realising he’s in love with John and maybe always has been. I found this a beautiful thing to write in all honesty!

My Favourites

(the ones I had the most fun writing or am really proud of - not counting the ones in the Most Popular section)

1. Loyalty At Heart - 82 hits Snotfang. I’ve always been in love with the relationship between Snotlout and Hookfang and this was me exploring that. This is a fave because someone amazing commented on this fic and I made a friend! haha fandoms are amazing.

2. The Princely Choice - 142 hits FiKi. FiKi is one of my OTP’s so obviously they ended up in my favourite list. This one is all about Fili struggling to decide if he wants to join the company or not. I just loved writing from Fili’s POV and the weight he has on his shoulders.

3. A Silent Prayer - 250 hits DreamHunter. If you haven’t watched the Wayward Sisters backdoor pilot then you are SERIOUSLY missing out! It’s everything we could have wanted. I love me some Cas and Claire familial bonding and who better to comfort her than Cas in this moment.

4. Little Boy Lost - 97 hits Snotfang. The RttE episode ‘Not Lout’ is everything I could have wanted from Snotlout. Writing his panic attack and how Hookfang comforts him and protects him was a beautiful experience. Snotlout is so underappreciated.

5. Lions Reset - 338 hits Voltron. This is a gen fic, focusing on the bond between the Paladins and their Lions. I had this idea years ago (before S2 aired) but never wrote it. I decided to just do it and now it’s this multi-chapter beauty. Each chapter focusing on a Paladin bonding with their Lion.

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ananddeshkar1 · 3 years ago

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How To Become Irresistible And Grow Your Following

In this section, I’ll cover a few other tidbits that are going to help you succeed with how to make money blogging.

Create an About Page

As Chris Ducker (a very well-known blogger and entrepreneur) says:

Your vibe attracts your tribe.

People do business with people. Do you want your image to be that of a big mega-bank where every customer is treated as a number and a dollar sign? Or do you prefer the local bank where you walk in, and they know you by name and ask how your family is?

Having an About Page that reflects who you are and what you’re about will help attract the type of people who will become friends and customers. You can not, and will not, attract everyone. So don’t bother trying.

It’s better to have 1,000 loyal and die-hard fans than 100,000 wishy washy followers that don’t care that much if you post a blog or disappear into thin air.

It’s also more profitable to have 1,000 loyal and die-hard fans. Think about your favorite band or music. The band makes more from the fans that buy every product and show up at every concert than the fans who might come to a show once in a while if something better isn’t going on.

Be Yourself

Is your favorite food a banana and cheese sandwich? Then say so!

Be you, and people will be attracted to you. Be quirky, funny, snarky – let your personality shine through. People want to be entertained, inspired, and educated.

If you try to be something you’re not, you will either get bored or be found out.

I learned this in my first (failed) podcast. I did what everyone else expected people in personal finance to do. Look – here’s the artwork from my first podcast:

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Clean cut, collared shirt, smiling. All business, professional looking, and boring looking.

Upon receiving some good advice from some really smart people, I scrapped everything and ditched the polo shirt (I’m a black t-shirt kind of guy).

I re-branded everything and became who I was meant to be – the Financial Rock Star. The guy who plays guitar, is in a band, talks about money and investing, and has his cats meowing in the background of the show. I wear cargo shorts and black band t-shirts 340 days out of the year. That’s me.

I don’t hide who I truly am, and it’s paid off. I’m not going to be some guy in a nice suit talking about how to re-balance your investments. I will be the guy with tattoos, strange hair, and talking about how to re-balance your investments.

You should be who you are, and who you want to become.

Your vibe attracts your tribe.

Create a Contact Page

Ever been to a website where you can’t figure out how to get in touch with someone, or they intentionally hide their email address?

Me too.

Nobody likes that.

How will potential advertisers and companies contact you if they can’t reach you?

Have a contact page that includes multiple ways to find you. At the least you should include:

• Email

• Facebook

• Twitter handle

• LinkedIn

If you have a P.O. box or business mailing address, include that too. (For safety and security don’t use your home address).

Respond to comments and email quickly!

If someone makes a comment on your blog or sends you an email – reply! Doing so quickly helps foster the relationship. Never ignore people.

Some people respond to feedback within 24-hours. I have a rule of 3 business days because I get a lot of emails.

Just a quick reply sometimes that says ‘Thanks for your comment’ might be enough. Your readers want to know you’re paying attention to them. Responding is the quickest and easiest way to do that.

One-to-one communication is a must to build a community of loyal followers of your blog.

Wrap-Up

AWESOME !!!

You’ve made it through the How To Make Money Blogging guide.

You’ve mastered setting up a blog, how to blog, what to blog about, how to start building your audience, and a bunch of ways about how to make money blogging. Plus you’ve got tons of free tools to use to make you a better blogger.

I hope you’re on your way to becoming a successful blogger.

Final tasks

1. Write your About page It can be as long or as short as it needs to be. Make it personal! People want to do business with you, not some nameless, faceless corporate entity.

2. Create a Contact Me page Let people know how to get in touch with you.

3. Have fun! The most successful bloggers are the ones that do it because they love it.

Up Next

Now it’s time for you to implement everything you’ve learned – and keep up the great work.

Good Luck friends 😊

#earn #income #money #free #life #need #how #can #get #today #instant #paisa #Aaj #turant #abhi #mujhe

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tackrusso · 7 years ago

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my 42 favorite quotes from code bc i’m avoiding homework again

“‘I re-jiggered the settings to ignore trash metal. No more false alarms.’ ‘No more anything. It just beeps.’” (12)

“‘This game is popular?’ Ben was sitting on his tackle box in the shade of a large elm. ‘Sounds pretty nerdtastic to me.’ ‘We can’t all practice birdscalls like you.’” (18)

“‘This watch is low-rent. Plus, I’m getting a new one for my birthday. But you owe me, Stolowitski.’ ‘Owe you what?’ Hi said. ‘Who wears a wristwatch anymore? Cavemen?’” (22)

“‘Coop really doesn’t like that box.’ I knelt and rubbed the edgy wolfdog’s snout. ‘It better not be stuffed with dead squirrels or something.’ … ‘It’s not a rodent coffin!’ Hi huffed. ‘This cache is legit. You’ll see.’” (22-23)

“‘Don’t use up too much drive space,’ I warned, watching the screen from over his shoulder. ‘We bought this stuff to research parvovirus, not so you can watch “Boom Goes the Dynamite” twenty times a day.’” (53)

“Frustrated, Hi rose and wandered to the computer. ‘I’m going to check my email.’ ‘I’m going to kill myself,’ Ben muttered. Shelton ignored them.” (56)

“Soooo many dorks,’ Ben muttered, his coal-black eyebrows forming a steep V. ‘A giant nerd army, digging up plastic boxes they hide for each other.’ ‘Like everything you do is cool,’ Hi snorted. ‘Still have that ninja costume you wore to my twelfth birthday party?’” (62)

“‘Wait.’ Ben glanced from face to face. ‘We’re actually going to pursue this nonsense? We suddenly care what this fruitcake hid in a box somewhere?’” (65)

“‘We’ve got over an hour before dark.’ I yanked my hair into a ponytail. ‘Let’s show Mr. Gamemaster how quickly Virals solve puzzles.’ … ‘We’ve got to work on our decision-making process.’ Shelton was shaking his head. ‘Right now, we just follow Tory over every cliff.’” (74)

“Hi called into the black. ‘Your cache is mine, clown! I’m coming to getcha! Uncle Hiram’s got the scent!’ His words echoed in the darkness as he scrambled through the opening. ‘Zip it!’ Shelton hiss-whispered. ‘This building is struggling to hold your buck-sixty. Don’t yodel the roof down on our heads.’” (82-83)

“‘This is stupid.’ Shelton started toward the doorway. ‘Let’s bounce. We can toss that iPad in the freaking harbor.’” (90)

“‘Watch where you’re going,’ Ben snapped. ‘I am,’ Jason said dryly. ‘I’m going to chat with Tory.’” (100)

“‘Hey, check this weirdo out.’ Hi was inspecting a bust on the mantel. ‘This face is ninety percent eyebrow. What do you wanna bet he owned slaves?’ Scowling to match the carving’s expression, Hi spoke in a gravelly voice. ‘In my day, we ate the poor people. We had a giant outdoor grill, and cooked up peasant steaks every Sunday.’” (106-107)

“‘State your business.’ ‘To see my father.’ A beat. ‘That’s usually going to be my business, FYI.’” (112)

“Hudson’s eyes narrowed. ‘Dodgeball?’ ‘District champs.’ Hi pounded his chest. ‘I’m a gunner. The key is to reach the balls first, and then throw with a little touch of spin, so that—’” (113)

“Jason had attended debutante balls. Knew the drill. My crew would have to conduct research on YouTube. Jason was popular on the cotillion scene. My guys weren’t even on the radar. Asking Jason would get Whitney off my back. Inviting only Morris Island boys might plummet her into a depression.” (132)

“I wore a white tank and jeans, shooting for ‘sexy-casual.’ Hoping it wasn’t ‘left farmhouse, got lost.’” (170)

“‘It has to mean something!’ Hi slapped a knee in frustration. Shelton glanced up from his iPhone, but when Hi didn’t elaborate he resumed surfing. … ‘Care to elaborate?’ I was sitting between Hi and Shelton in the stern. ‘Or was that a yoga move I don’t know?’” (233)

“Hi looked at me strangely. ‘We’re a little busy Friday night.’ ‘Busy? Doing what?’ The boys exchanged a look. Hi snorted. ‘I don’t know about you,’ Shelton said, ‘but I’m escorting my friend Victoria to her debutante ball.’” (235)

“‘Your advice, remember? No fear?’ Instantly regretted. I didn’t want Chance thinking about last summer. ‘Oh, I recall.’ Chance smiled thinly. ‘I haven’t crashed on your floor so many times that I’d forget.’” (240)

“‘I found something interesting,’ Marchant continued. ‘Are you free to meet? I’m headed out for a caffeine fix in thirty minutes.’ Um, what? Did this guy not understand I was fourteen? Bolton wasn’t big on students popping out for midday lattes.” (245)

“‘Ben, stop the boat.’ He looked at me funny. ‘We’re in the middle of the ocean, Victoria.’ ‘Stop the damn boat!’ Ben rolled eyes, but eased off the throttle. Sewee decelerated until we just bobbed along with the current. ‘Did you want to jump in?’ Ben asked dryly. ‘Water’s pretty cold in October.’” (251-252)

“‘Okay, people.’ Ben crossed his arms. ‘Care to share?’ ‘No big deal.’ Shelton’s tone was nonchalant. ‘Just a quick stop at Mepkin Abbey to get a new headshot of Mr. Dead Guy.’” (260)

“‘Options?’ Ben asked as he pulled out onto the highway. ‘I think some charitable work might be in order,’ Hi said. ‘I’m not a Jesus man, but I’m pretty sure getting ripped a new one by a monk is bad karma in any religion.’” (264)

“‘Oh man, she really did it this time!’ ‘Should we call the nurse?’ Panicky. ‘An ambulance?’ ‘And say what, exactly?’ hissed a third. ‘That our friend passed out after some bad telepathy?’” (271)

“‘She’s coming around!’ The roundest shape coalesced into Hi. ‘Tor? You okay? If you’ve gone vegetable, blink at me.’” (271)

“My splitting headache had proved the experiment had been dangerous. Had I learned my lesson? Probably not.” (273)

“Hi, naturally, had opted for flair. His tux was crushed purple velvet with tails, accented by all white silk—tie, vest, gloves, and suspenders. He completed the outfit with a freaking top hat and cane. Whitney had nearly fainted on seeing him.” (279)

“‘Those who enlist complete a rigorous program combining academics, physical fitness, and military discipline.’ … ‘So—book learning, push-ups, and war games.’ Hi ticked off fingers as he spoke. ‘Check, check, and check. Plus gray is my sexy color.’” (279)

“‘Paging Miss Brennan.’ Chance waved a hand before my eyes. ‘You okay?’ No. ‘Yes. I’m just…surprised I’ll be first.’ ‘I’m sure you’ll dazzle. Until then.’” (286)

“‘Gamemaster?’ Jason looked confused. ‘Search the basement? What are you talking about?’ ‘Oh, we’re, um, playing a pretty fierce game of Dungeons and Dragons,’ Hi stammered. ‘I’m, like, the head…unicorn master, and Tory has to find my magic…beans. Seeds.’” (299)

“‘Always trapped!’ Shelton actually stamped a foot. ‘Always underground! If we get out of here, I’m moving to a high-rise on a mountain-top. Penthouse! And y’all ain’t invited!’” (304)

“‘I assume there’s no antique cash register in need of special oil?’ Jason said. No one bothered to answer.” (331)

“He launched into an improvised tale of woe and misfortune. We’d found ourselves in the dark. Flustered and disoriented, we’d blundered through an emergency exit. Then we’d tumbled down a staircase in a complicated domino sequence that incorporated each one of us. The story was bizarre, confusing, and wildly improbable. They’d bought it without hesitation.” (333)

“‘Yet you four ripped the grate from its tracks. Then you ripped the tracks from the wall, bending the metal bars like they were drinking straws. How? How is that possible?’ ‘I read once where this guy in Ulan Bator powerlifted a Chinese tank after—’ ‘Can it, Stolowitski. Let Tory explain.’” (335)

“‘You look ready to chew nails.’ Shelton grinned at me from his own stoop. ‘There’s a certain murderer I’d like to chat with.’” (340)

“‘You okay, Tor?’ Shelton had a sandbag on one shoulder, hauled up from the beach. ‘We don’t have time for an ER run.’ ‘We could amputate,’ Hi suggested. ‘Shelton, get the whiskey.’” (342)

“‘I called Marchant’s office and left a message. Less than a minute later, my cell rang and March—’ I gritted my teeth, ‘—the Gamemaster asked me to meet him at City Lights Coffee. So I did.’ ‘So dumb,’ Hi muttered. ‘And it really was a murderer.’” (350)

“‘And you know this how?’ … ‘I dreamed it.’ ‘Aha! You dreamed it.’ Hi yawned and rubbed his eyes. ‘I think it’s time we get you medicated.’” (352)

“I turned on Ben and Hi. ‘What about you two? Ready to bail? There’s a deranged psycho out there who knows what your mothers eat for breakfast. That cool with you?’” (353)

“‘Any plan for that bit?’ Shelton asked dully. ‘You keep glossing over how we’re actually gonna make the citizen’s arrest.’ ‘Of course.’ I chucked his shoulder. ‘We’ll improvise.’ ‘Great. Well thought out.’” (362)

“‘You’re a hot, steaming ball of crazy,’ Hi said. ‘You know that, right? Freaking Looney Tunes.’” (373)

#virals #code #kathy reichs #brendan reichs #max rants about virals

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shirlleycoyle · 4 years ago

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‘They Aren’t Anything Without Us’: Gig Workers Are Striking Throughout Latin America

“Do you know what torture it is to go hungry while I am carrying your food on my back?”

Delivery worker Paulo Roberto da Silva Lima posed this question in a video in March, calling out food delivery apps for leaving workers unprotected in the pandemic. Da Silva, better known as “Galo” because as a child he dreamed of having a Sete Galo Honda motorcycle, filmed it on his 31st birthday. He was behind on bills at his home on the outskirts of São Paulo. He got a flat tire while making a delivery, and after fixing it, he opened the UberEats app.

“I had been blocked,” he remembers, because a flat tire had delayed the delivery. “I wanted to fight back.”

Paulo Lima, known as Galo, prepares to leave home in the Jardim Esmeralda neighborhood, West Zone of São Paulo. Galo has become a national reference for deliverers after positioning himself online, asking for minimum working conditions and denouncing the injustice of the companies in the sector: "The very lucrative business of these apps is not delivery. It is exploitation."

The video went viral on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and WhatsApp in Brazil, provoking debate about the working conditions in the gig economy.

Da Silva began organizing other workers, forming the Entregadores Anti-fascistas (Anti-fascist deliverers). He encouraged them to question the working conditions on the apps. “Just because you don't see your boss doesn’t mean you don't have a boss,” he would tell other workers. “He's hiding, counting money. Money that you make, you understand?”

Galo has become the face of a growing labor movement of gig workers in Latin America who are protesting work conditions and pay during the Covid-19 pandemic.

On July 1, thousands of delivery workers in Brazil simultaneously went on strike with their counterparts in Mexico, Chile, Argentina, and Ecuador. They are targeting the global behemoth UberEats, and food delivery apps that have sprung up around the region, including Colombian-owned Rappi, and Brazilian-owned iFood. The growing, decentralized movement is pressuring companies to improve working conditions, and governments to regulate the industry.

Motorcyclists celebrate the turn-out of the first strike of application delivery workers in Brazil on Paulista Avenue in São Paulo.

In São Paulo, the July 1 strike drew thousands of workers and supporters. Motoboys and bike delivery workers occupied the central thoroughfare Paulista Avenue, and were joined by students, trade unions, and soccer fans. Their colorful backpacks gleamed in the winter sun, and the workers were joyous, feeling their collective power after daily work in isolation. The smell of gasoline filled the air, as they revved their engines and pulled wheelies. The workers savored a rare moment of dominating the streets. Wearing a delivery backpack, which usually relegates them to the back entrances at restaurants, and stolen naps on park benches, suddenly became a point of pride.

Gerson Cunha of the São Paulo Motoboys Union estimates 5,000 motorcyclists joined the protest. The massive turn-out in Brazil drew media attention, public support and galvanized workers.

Galo calls on workers to see their common interests, instead of seeking personal gain. “I gave up the idea of wanting to get rich so I could change the world,” he says. “The point is to live better, and that means everybody together.”

Regardless of which company they’re working for, the complaints are the same: low pay, long hours, the constant danger of crashes, and now, the threat of the coronavirus.

Tato Silva, 40 years old, who works delivering by scooter in the rich neighborhood of Pinheiros, shows his income at the end of a day.

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When da Silva became a father in 2017, he turned to delivery work. It was his second stint as a “motoboy,” as they are known in Brazil, but the industry had changed. Now all the work was on apps. He signed up for iFood, Rappi and UberEats, which sell the idea of entrepreneurship and self-employment.

Da Silva says those who deliver by bike have it the worst. They often live on the outskirts of São Paulo, and are Afro-Brazilian or mixed race. He says they ride 15 miles to the city center where demand is high. Sometimes workers sleep on a city bench overnight, too exhausted to ride home.

“Is that entrepreneurship? Is that owning your time?” da Silva asks. “Give me a break.”

Da Silva says that technology companies pit workers against each other. “When I have a problem to solve, you know who I have to solve it with? A telemarketing attendant. Another precarious worker,” he says. “I keep cursing at her, and she keeps cursing at me. And the boss keeps counting money.”

Some motoboys and bike deliverers have resorted to eating at soup kitchens and accepting food handouts. They lay down to rest during the 20-minute breaks some of the apps allow three times per day, and then reconnect to not be penalized for being offline.

Coming from the outskirts bicycle delivery guys are subjected to a very risky job with few guarantees. The pandemic has worsened their conditions, with more unemployed people joining the applications, lower pay, and greater health risks.

AMABR, the Association of Application and Autonomous Motorcycle Drivers of Brazil, says that delivery workers earn on average between 6 and 10 R$ per hour ($1.15 to $1.91), and work from 10 to 12 hours a day. The motoboys call themselves “cloud people”—always connected, waiting for work, roving the city.

“The pandemic has tripled the number of deliverers,” Da Silva says. “[The companies] have no responsibility to the worker, they can have as many workers as they want. It's a paradise for them.”

Food delivery was already booming in Latin America, and has only grown in popularity during the pandemic. AMABR estimates there are 50,000 to 70,000 delivery workers in São Paulo, a city of 12 million. One study in Mexico found that orders through Rappi increased 79.67 percent in April 2020 compared to April 2019, and 31.69 percent for Uber Eats in the same time period.

But while demand for delivery is growing during the pandemic, so are the risks. Brazil and Mexico trail only the United States in the number of Covid-19 deaths. More than 100,000 people have died of Covid-19 in Brazil, and about 50,000 have died in Mexico. While Latin America continues to fight the pandemic, delivery workers have no choice but to keep working.

Alexandro dos Santos Souza was working for “Zé Delivery App,” a Brazilian alcohol delivery company, on April 21, when another motorcyclist hit him on a São Paulo highway.

Alexandro dos Santos in his home after an accident during a delivery that resulted in the amputation of his left leg. So far Alexandro has not had any support from the Zé Delivery application, which he was working for at the time of the accident, nor from the associated beverage depot, "You can't complain, because if you don’t do this work, someone else will. With this high demand, one can go out the delivery business, a hundred new delivery guys come in. If it wasn't for my family, I'd be depressed, I'd die."

Dos Santos, 45, called friends for help and an ambulance arrived. “I went to the hospital, and they tried to do four surgeries,” he says. “It didn't work, and they had to amputate my leg.”

Dos Santos has not received support from Ze Delivery. “Even before the pandemic, I worked all day as a delivery worker,” he says. “I would leave at 6 a.m. and come back at midnight, making 1,000 reais a week [$119].”

“You make money but you don't live,” he says.

According to data from Infosiga, the São Paulo State Traffic Accidents Information Management System, 39 motorcyclists died in traffic incidents in the city of São Paulo in March 2020, compared to 21 during March 2019. In May 2020, 40 died, compared to 29 in May 2019.

The city does not track how many were working for delivery applications. But the São Paulo Motoboys Union says that it has been mostly working motorcyclists on the road during the pandemic, so it is likely a high proportion of those who have died were working for apps.

A study by the Network for Labor Reform Monitoring carried out by several public universities in Brazil surveyed 298 workers, finding that 59% reported lower earnings since the start of the pandemic. The researchers found that before the pandemic, just over half the workers earned more than 520 Reais a week ($98.33). During the pandemic, only 27.2 percent reported that level of earnings.

Da Silva says that after paying for gas and motorcycle maintenance, he aims to take home at least 1,800 Reais a month ($340). “It’s not a good salary,” he says, “but it’s enough to live your life.”

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As Da Silva and other gig workers were organizing in Brazil, similar protests spread throughout Latin America. On April 22 the first strike was called among workers in Argentina, Ecuador, and Peru. A second strike came on May 29.

In Mexico, workers say they are joining protests because the risks on the road have increased. “In over 100 days of the pandemic, five delivery workers have died,” says Saúl Gómez of the collective Ni un Repartidor Menos (Not One Delivery Worker Killed) in Mexico City. Days later, the collective recorded a sixth death, of an UberEats worker who crashed off a bridge on July 24.

On July 1, Ni un repartidor menos led two protests, hanging white-painted delivery backpacks at the sites of two fatal crashes. The action echoes the white “ghost bikes” that hang in many cities to commemorate cyclist fatalities.

Bike delivery workers cycle up to 30 km from their homes on the outskirts to rich neighborhoods to work. Exhausted during lunch and dinner breaks, they look for squares and public places to rest while waiting for the next shift. Many use their bags to protect themselves from sunlight.

Mexican workers say the companies have not done enough to support workers who have contracted Covid-19. Applications like Rappi have offered to compensate workers for sick time. But Gómez says the documentation requirements are onerous, especially in Mexico where Covid-19 testing rates are the lowest in the region.

Like their counterparts in Brazil, delivery workers in Mexico City also report decreased earnings. Paola Ángel Segura, 24, says that when she started working for Rappi in September 2017, she could earn about 1,000 pesos ($44.87) in four or five days of work. But in the months leading up to the pandemic, she was working six days a week to bring in the same amount.

These conditions have motivated Segura and other workers to join Ni un repartidor menos.

Diego Alberto dos Santos Jesus, 24, lives in a homeless occupation in the East Zone of São Paulo. His one-room wooden shack has little furniture, including a disconnected oven and the Rappi bag, which he uses to store food. Diego has been a production assistant, logistics operator, general assistant, gardener and builder's assistant. Today he works part-time with a motorcycle on loan from a friend, earning an average of 20 to 30 reais a day. His food is only guaranteed by the community kitchen, which receives donations.

Due to the risk of contagion, Segura has not seen her 6-year-old son, who lives with his paternal grandparents, for over two months. “I feel bad,” she says. “I’ve been missing him a lot.”

“The applications should pay attention to us, because they depend on us,” she says. “They aren’t anything without us.”

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The strikes have succeeded in attracting attention to working conditions, and putting companies on the defensive. Rafael Grohmann, a professor at UNISINOS in Porto Alegre, Brazil, says that platform companies increased their advertising and lobbying in response to the strikes. “The media showed much more of the companies’ vision, saying that everything is fine, and not the workers' voices,” he says. “The companies want to co-opt the public debate.”

While geographically dispersed, delivery workers have found ways to connect and organize. “Workers organize using whatever tools are available to them,” says Callum Cant, author of Riding for Deliveroo and former delivery worker in the U.K.

In the case of delivery workers, that’s their bikes and motorcycles, allowing them to gather and dissipate quickly. They also take advantage of smart phones, messaging apps, and social media. The boxy delivery backpack has become their calling card. Brazilian workers stack their backpacks to create barricades in the street, Mexican workers paint them white to memorialize killed colleagues.

“The current situation is escalating struggles led by delivery workers themselves,” says Cant. “These are conditions in which labor movements have always grown.”

Giovani Adorno, 23, and Anderson Rodrigues da Silva, 39, have dinner after a discouraging day. They were connected from morning until night-time on the iFood app and only had four deliveries. The pair are neighbors and live in Embu das Artes, a city in the metropolitan area of São Paulo, 30km from the center of the capital.

Collectives have been connecting across national borders, organizing YouTube panels, sharing social media content, and hosting online meetings. Outside Mexico and Brazil, groups include the Agrupación de Trabajadores de Reparto and Asociación de Personal de Plataformas in Argentina, who have counted six delivery worker deaths during the pandemic.They are joined by Glovers Ecuador, and Rider Unidos Ya in Chile.

Gig workers around the world are facing dangerous conditions and unstable income due to the pandemic. The Fairwork Project, part of the Oxford Internet Institute, published a study in April on the impact of Covid-19 on gig economy workers. The study found no evidence of companies acknowledging worker demands or collaborating with independent worker associations. To the contrary, they found instances of platforms trying to suppress worker efforts to organize.

“The next step is to understand how platform responses will change as the pandemic impacts subside,” says Funda Ustek-Spilda, a Postdoctoral Researcher and Project Manager at Fairwork. “Will policies they have rolled out for sick pay or other compensation, will they be taken away? Will they remain?”

iFood, Uber Eats, and Zé delivery all said that they take worker safety seriously. “iFood respects, unconditionally, democratic rights to manifestation and freedom of speech The company already meets couriers’ movement demands and currently operates with a minimum delivery rate of 5 reais, regardless of the covered distance,” a spokesperson for iFood said. Uber Eats said it works “continuously to improve the quality and safety of independent work while preserving the flexibility that delivery partners so value.” And Zé Delivery said it “does not have its own delivery staff … but Zé Delivery maintains an active communication with its partners, always advising on the best measures to be taken on a case-by-case basis and on the protective equipment recommended for making deliveries.

Legislation has been introduced to Brazil’s Congress, which would stipulate an hourly wage for platform workers, require social security contributions, and unemployment insurance.

In Brazil, several cooperative delivery companies are already in operation, and more are in the works. Rafael Grohmann is supporting the Anti-Fascist delivery workers in Rio de Janeiro to set up a cooperative platform. “This has to be done step by step, without accelerating,” he says. “The construction of platform coops cannot be based on technological solutionism, but on the organization of workers.”

Da Silva agrees that worker control is the next step. “The problem is not with the technology, it's with who operates the technology,” he says.

“The secret is the cooperatives, creating a deliveryman’s app,” da Silva continues. “We can guarantee more rights if we want, and we don't need the state. We can set the agenda.”

‘They Aren’t Anything Without Us’: Gig Workers Are Striking Throughout Latin America syndicated from https://triviaqaweb.wordpress.com/feed/

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{WC} OC #1 : Kiran Lim

I’m really struggling creatively, right now, so for the first challenge I decided to throw myself a bone, make things a little easier--I opened my music library and decided to create an OC using a song.

The song I decided to use was, “Main Titles” from the Mindhunter OST.

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It, from the moment I heard it, invoked a very strong emotional reaction in me and I’m hoping the character I create using it as inspiration does that justice.

☾ Basics ☽

◎ Full Name: Kiran Madhav Lim

◎ Meaning of Name: Kiran means, “sunbeam” or “ray of light”. Madhav means “sweet like honey”. Lim means “forest”.

◎ Nickname: Ki (pronounced “Kai”).

◎ Birth Date: February 3rd, 1680

◎ Astrological Sign and Details: Aquarius “Above all things, this sign seeks the truth. Aquarians are tolerant of every point of view, and can see both sides of any argument. They are independent, yet their great desire to help those around them enables them to make friends easily. However, if they become truly disappointed in someone, they can never truly forgive or forget. They are, by nature, very tolerant, and tend to have high expectations of those around them. Aquarians hide their deep sensitivity and thus have a fear of vulnerability, and it may take a very long time for them to open up, but are always ultimately worth the time and effort.”

◎ Age: 340 years old

◎ Race / Species: Vampire (Energy/Psychic sub-species)

◎ Hair Color: Deep, dark brown (one or two shades above black)

◎ Hair Style: Curly, currently cut short in a halo around his head.

◎ Shape and Features of Face: Round; Kiran’s cheeks were absolutely chubby bunny when he was a child, and though he’s grown more into them by now, there’s still traces of cherubic Kiran there if one looks, especially at his profile. His forehead and chin are on the smaller side, with his eyes just as round as his cheeks, his lips plump and full, and his nose rounded like a tulip bulb at the tip.

◎ Glasses or Contacts: Kiran wears thin, but large round glasses. He doesn’t like contacts.

◎ Eye Color: Lilac when “feeding” or feral. Light Green when passive.

◎ Skin Tone: Kiran’s skin is the color of damp earth, right after it rains. Deep, rich, and somewhat reflective of light, giving him an ethereal appearance especially in low light.

Kiran’s skin also has a lilac sheen to it when “feeding”, especially if he hasn’t in a while. It’s incredibly light, though, and settles over his flesh like a mist.

◎ Scars or Distinguishing Marks: Kiran has very few scars even with his longevity; he has accelerated healing and he typically keeps to himself, out of any frays or battles.

However, he does have a very thin, raised scar over his heart. He was partially staked, only once when he was very small, and was unable to fully heal from it. His heart bears the same scar just beneath the surface of his skin.

◎ Disabilities: Kiran’s partial staking as a young vampire was what caused, retroactively, his poor eyesight. He is partially blind in his left eye, as the retina detached during the attack. He was able to regrow some of it, but not all, and thus must wear glasses to see properly.

The lens on the right side of his eyeglasses is simply glass, as he can see perfectly out of that eye.

◎ Build or Body Type: In his younger days, Kiran was on the chubbier side, but has thinned out as he’s gotten on in centuries. Now, one can see his collar bones, or get a peek of his wrist or hip bones, and his shoulders seem broader than they used to. His weight loss hasn’t necessarily meant he’s bulked up, and as he doesn’t need to use his fangs or put himself in danger to feed, he doesn’t have much muscle mass to speak of.

If anything, Kiran looks like he could outrun just about anyone. He’s thin, quick on his feet, and carries himself that way.

◎ Height: Kiran hasn’t measured himself in centuries, but finds he often has to duck doorways and doesn’t sit comfortably in most vehicles. He’s got long limbs, especially his legs, and finds not a single human can look him in the eye without craning their neck.

◎ Speech Patterns: Kiran is incredibly soft-spoken, but that isn’t to say he’s shy. He speaks when he feels he has something to contribute, and that gives a certain thoughtfulness to his tone that even strangers pick up on. He often projects warmth into his tone, whether it’s truly meant or not, and can make friends with almost anyone due to the smile that can be felt, heard, in his rich baritone.

Kiran speaks formally, sometimes avoiding contractions, but no one is sure if that’s his age or simply his careful way of speaking.

◎ Mannerisms: Kiran has a way of making consideration noises when he’s thinking, “Hm...” or “Mm...” (with “mm” being a deeper sound) as well as resting his chin on his hand.

Kiran also is not very “handsy”. He doesn’t fidget with his hands, and he isn’t prone to touching people or objects unless he knows or owns them.

◎ Weaknesses: Kiran is partially blind in his left eye and without his glasses cannot see much out of that eye--this also affects his depth perception.

Kiran does have fangs, but they’re secondary and not his main way of feeding and thus, they’re smaller than a sanguinarian vampire’s, which means he needs to bite harder to achieve the same end result.

◎ Special Abilities or Powers: Kiran, being an energy or psychic vampire, is an exceptionally gifted telepath. He’s mastered telepathy, can easily access the mind of his prey and bypass most psychic or mental blocks. He “feeds” off life force, energy, and mood--making him an exceptional empath.

Kiran’s favorite moods to feed from are Calm, Romantic, and Whimsical (for dessert of course!).

Kiran’s least favorite moods are Angry, Melancholy, and Lonely.

Kiran has also studied and mastered telekinesis, and due to his age and practice can feed from most humans without them being any the wiser, and without leaving them quite as drained as they might be with a lesser experienced vampire.

As with the majority of his kind, Kiran can cloak himself, compel prey, has amplified speed, strength, and durability/healing, and his vision displays emotional auras in colors, rather than heat vision like sanguinarian vampires.

☾ Characteristics ☽

◎ Bad Habits: Emotional shopping (if Kiran “eats” a bad mood, he’s compelled to shop), talking to himself in public, “snacking” on passersby if he’s bored, snooping in memories and thoughts if he’s curious, drinking/eating straight from containers, being overly critical, being late (being immortal makes time less of a concern), guessing movie/show endings.

◎ Good Habits: Avid reader, exceptional listener, patient when dealing with others, inquisitive and so is always learning some new skill, generally only feeds from others without causing emotional/physical harm.

◎ Best Characteristic: Honest. Kiran is almost too honest and though he’s perfectly capable of lying, even if he should, he probably won’t.

◎ Worst Characteristic: Controlling. Kiran likes things to be just so and he doesn’t quite know what to do if they’re not...exactly how he likes them.

◎ Worst Memory: Unsurprisingly, being staked. He was a toddler when it happened, under five, and it is not only his first memory but his most vivid. He will occasionally revisit the memory in a nightmare and be unable to sleep for days afterwards, too afraid to be that vulnerable.

◎ Best Memory: Inheriting his father’s curio shop. It has been in the Lim family for centuries and centuries, shifting with the changing times of course, but the clientele remain loyal and some of Kiran’s fondest memories are as a child, helping to dust and care for the objects his father collected and sold.

Kiran’s father is now retired, on to other ambitions and dreams, leaving Kiran happily in charge of the Lim Shoppe of Oddities.

◎ Proud of: His ever-growing collection of, you guessed it, oddities. Due to his father’s influence, Kiran collects trinkets and objects that most would find bizarre. He’s got shrunken heads, bone fairy skeletons, and mermaid treasure.

He keeps it all in a vault beneath his home.

◎ Embarrassed by: His partial blindness. His left eye is a slightly milky color and he’s ashamed of it, and often wears his curls over the eye to cover it.

He is also incredibly embarrassed when his depth perception is off and he knocks something over or breaks something.

◎ Temperament / Attitude: Kiran is a man who values silence, and understands the power of speaking. He knows words have meaning, and that once something is said, it can never be unsaid, and so you’ll often find him contemplative. He’ll listen to someone speak for hours if he finds them interesting, but won’t be quite so forthcoming about himself, preferring to direct the spotlight rather than be in it.

Kiran is patient, and while one might not consider him kind, he is polite almost to a fault, having learned to be a gentleman at a time of top hats and petticoats. He isn’t quick to anger as a result, but he has a terrible habit of holding grudges and is not known for his forgiveness.

Kiran is inquisitive, curious for all his intellect, and loyal to the core once someone has earned his trust.

◎ Weakness (Non-Physical): Addictive personality; Kiran can become addicted to certain prey he feeds from. If he finds someone whose moods are to his liking, his tastes, he will become fixated on them and it’s incredibly difficult to get him to move on.

◎ Fears / Phobias: Stakes, people entering his room whilst he’s asleep, thunderstorms, being incompetent.

◎ Secrets: Kiran’s deepest secret is that his curio shop is not always on the up and up. He prides himself in doing good business and being an honest man, but he does deal in “black market” deals of all sorts and given his business runs the gamut of normal to occult, he’s dealt in some pretty shady dealings with some pretty shady people before.

He doesn’t really see it as a problem, though, given that was how his father ran the business. He is simply continuing the tradition.

◎ Feels Vulnerable When: He’s asleep. Kiran’s staking happened when he was asleep as a child and that has developed into something of a fear of sleeping. Kiran will not sleep anywhere he is not comfortable or if there isn’t someone he trusts to watch over him.

Even in his own home, occasionally Kiran will forgo sleep to avoid nightmares or because he’s too afraid to drift off and be left unable to defend himself.

◎ Pet Peeves: Bad hygiene, people who interrupt him when he’s speaking, shoplifters, passive aggressive behavior, unnecessary abbreviations, people chronically in a bad mood, unsolicited recommendations about...anything.

◎ Motivation: Currently, Kiran’s motivation is simply in running his business.

◎ Goals / Hopes: Kiran’s looking to expand his curio shop a bit more, maybe purchase a secondary shop or move some of the business online; he isn’t sure yet, what exactly he wants to pursue, but it’s a new decade and it feels time to upgrade again.

◎ Sexuality: Kiran is bisexual.

◎ Day or Night Person: Kiran likes afternoons and evenings, periods of low light before the sun disappears.

◎ Introvert or Extrovert: Introvert.

◎ Optimist or Pessimist: Kiran refers to himself as a “realist” but it also depends on the most recent victim he’s fed from and what mood they were in.

◎ Talents: Taught himself to be ambidextrous, exceptional at all stringed instruments (including the harp), can spot a fake artifact, item, or object almost immediately, doesn’t need to eat food but spent a few decades perfecting his cooking, expert haggler and negotiator, and is able to remain level-headed even during the most heated arguments.

☾ Likes and Styles ☽

◎ Music: Kiran listens to Classical (Modern, Symphony, Opera, Orchestral, Romantic), Trance (specifically Orchestral), New Age (Meditation), Soul, and Vocal.

◎ Books: Kiran reads fiction and non-fiction, with a heavy preference for Thrillers. He does read romantic poetry, as well.

◎ Foods: Kiran prefers sweet over salty, enjoying ice cream, puddings, trifles, pastries and cakes, and he often has candy in his pocket for a little “pick me up” if he’s having a bad day.

◎ Drinks: Kiran prefers hot drinks over cold, such as coffees and teas. He doesn’t drink much, alcohol-wise, though he does like red wine with the right meal...

◎ Animals: Kiran is extremely fond of crows. They’re intelligent and crafty, and he finds he relates a lot to them.

He has befriended a few that nest around his shop, and they bring him shiny trinkets every now and again.

◎ Color: Earth tones, with the occasional hint of color. It reminds Kiran of finding gemstones buried far beneath the earth, as if there are still mysteries in the world unsolved.

◎ Clothing / Jewelry: Kiran dresses in a more subdued, almost hipster-style--though it isn’t on purpose. He simply found a style he liked about a century ago and hasn’t...quite caught up, yet. His colors are muted, the fabrics expensive, and he is extremely fond of rings. He wears them layered, and he will wear a ring of any sort, it doesn’t matter the cut or color or style as long as it’s real.

◎ TV Shows / Movies: Kiran enjoys documentaries and true crime, though he has been known to watch a period drama every now and again.

◎ Greatest Want: To know he’s serving his family well. The Lim’s have always dealt in the curio business, and there’s a lot of pressure on Kiran’s shoulders to ensure he’s living up to that legacy. He doesn’t want to ask for the reassurance, the praise, but he wants to be told it all the same.

◎ Greatest Need: Kiran doesn’t know it, but what he needs is support. He’s terribly alone, and he isn’t aware of it--not yet, anyway.

#{theme} : writing challenge #{character} : kiran lim

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