#ER Nezumi

[assassin-artist]

making fullbody refs of all my elden ring charas [WIP]

[danco110]

“For the last time! Get outta here!”

Greasefang leaned her bike and lashed out with a heavy kick. She landed a direct hit on a human standing to the vehicle’s side, sending her to the ground. The nezumi then straightened her bike and sneered down at the fallen woman.

“You aren’t Reckoner material, kid.”

“What!” bellowed the human, as she leapt to her feet with a surprisingly swift kip-up. “You mean to say you won’t even let me be a…er…hangaround?”

“That’s right. Not only do you…not even seem to have a bike…”

Greasefang gestured to the bike-bereft space around the human, prompting her to chuckle nervously.

“Oh. Right. Heh, forgot about that part.”

“…But you’re also way off the mark with the look! I mean, what’s with that hair?”

The human’s eyes went wide. “Excuse me?” She planted her feet, expression growing serious as she reached up and slicked back her pompadour. “This is the look for a biker!”

“Says who?”

“…Kaito Shizuki…”

“Kaito,” Greasefang deadpanned. “The Emperor’s squeeze.”

“I know, it sounds crazy, but I actually met him! And he said he’s seen this exact hairstyle on bikers before!”

“And where, exactly, did ‘Kaito’ say he saw these idiots?”

“Well, he, er, didn’t say…”

“Ah, how convenient. Well, ignoring the fact that I’ve never seen a hairdo that stupid in my life, we still don’t do that, here in the Reckoners. So, I’ll repeat this once: get outta here.”

The human hung her head, before turning tail and walking away in defeat. As she left, she grumbled under her breath, while again slicking back her hair.

“Maybe Kaito was right. Maybe this hair really only does go with a black leather jacket.”

[Something something Greasefang, greasers. Also, Renegade’s club kinda looks like a traffic light!]

[nezujoestar]

Prólogo Inicial

⚠️𝗔𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗮⚠️

Este fanfic contiene temas que pueden llegar a no ser del agrado de todos tales como: relaciones tóxicas y abusivas, racismo, discriminación, algo de gore, manipulación, problemas mentales, lenguaje vulgar y escenas explícitas. Por cierto, llevo tiempo sin escribir un fanfic por lo que puede haber faltas ortografícas o gramáticas, no soy experta en la escritura pero hago lo que puedo.

También será publicado en mi perfil de AO3 y tendrá una versión en inglés :3

Esta es la historia de una chica solitaria que cursaba el segundo año de preparatoria, se suponía que debía vivir como una joven ordinaria... Ella nunca llegó a pensar que encontraría el amor y mucho menos que vendría de un vampiro, si, un vampiro que robo su corazón de una forma bastante peculiar.

La vida de Nezumi fue algo dura y lidiar con los sentimientos hacía un ser diferente, le causó un huracán de emociones.

Alegrías, decepciones, pasión, odio, sangre es lo que envuelve a nuestros dos protagonistas. Claramente esta no será la típica historia en la cual el amor lo resuelve todo.... Los abusos, manipulaciones, problemas emocionales estarán de por medio en ellos dos.

—Agh que fastidio—se quejó la joven caminando por los pasillos—. Se le había olvidado que tenía que limpiar el salón...—dijo deteniendose en la pueda del deposito escolar—. No, debo retractarme de mis palabras, es un deber que tengo como estudiante y si lo hago rápido iré a casa temprano.

Estando aún en el pasillo logró escuchar unos "sonidos" bastante peculiares venir del deposito.

—¿Eh?—soltó confundida.

Ella podía escuchar quejidos y gemidos, cosa que la incomodó bastante.

«¿Qué mierda es eso?» se dijo internamente tratando de mantener la calma y sonrió para tranquilizarse «es solo mi imaginación... Voy a entrar »

Ella abrió la puerta con la intención de recoger los materiales que usaría para la limpieza.

—Jeje—reía lentamente un joven al cortarse los brazos con un cuchillo—.. Agh... Ah...—gemia complacido.

Mucha sangre estaba cayendo al suelo, el brazo del chico al igual que la cuchilla estaban cubiertos de sangre, y aunque Nezumi estaba a unos pasos de él, no le presto importancia.

Por otro lado entrar la mirada de la chica quedó perpleja, sintió un desagradable escalofrío recorrer cada parte de su cuerpo, sus manos temblaron, y su mirada mostró preocupación, sin pensarlo fue corriendo a donde "él" estaba.

—¡¿Qué mierda estas haciendo?!—preguntó la de piel morena exaltada y sobre todo preocupada—. ¡Dame eso!—dijo intentando arrebatarle el arma blanca.

—Oye...—dio una pausa brevemente—. Ah... ¿Quien eres?—preguntó el muchacho no muy complacido.

—Eso no importa ahora, Estas sangrando mucho...—habló Nezumi preocupada—. ¡No sigas haciendo eso!—sacó de su bolsa unas vendas para detener el sangrado.

—Estoy bien...—aseguró el estudiante recuperando su sonrisa al ver su brazo herido—. No es necesario...

Ella desconocía quien era ese hombre, sin embargo, no podía permitirse ver a una persona lastimarse de esa forma, pudo no importarle y tomar lo que quería.... Pero fue incapaz de no entrometerse.

—Esa herida es muy grande—dijo no exaltada poniendo su mano sobre la del chico para alejar el cuchillo.—Suelta el arma por favor.

El desconocido no hizo caso a la petición de la joven y siguió mirando su brazo con gran gozo.

—No quiero... Justin está muy feliz—sonrió, desgraciadamente para él, eso duró muy poco al sentir como ella intentaba arruinar su "felicidad".

—Por favor no te comportes así—los dos comenzaron a forzejear—. Yo solo quiero auxiliarte.

Los dos se miraron de frente por un instante, y ese fue el momento...

.... Sus miradas se cruzaron vivazmente.

[punks-never-die205]

Unseen

afab!reader x Killer

CW: canon-typical violence, smooches, sexy times, second go at life try again style story, 18+ only

Chapter 7: Ratted Out

"Are you sure, brat?" Eustass asks for the hundredth time.

"Yes dad, I'm sure." You snap back as he's carrying you down the gangplank to avoid any accidents with the heels. You feel his body twitch and he growls. "You almost dropped me," you grin wickedly.

"Don't ever call me that again, short stack." He tries to growl, but there was more embarrassment in his voice than anything else.

"Aye, aye Captain." You reply in a sing-song voice, doing your best to suppress a laugh.

Killer's with you, he wasn't any more comfortable with this plan, but he wasn't going to cold shoulder the entire process. You had both talked it over extensively and worked through some back up plans in case things went sideways. Killer even helped you practice avoiding being kissed while being right next to someone, though the hardest part of that training was successfully turning away from him.

"I think I'm older than you anyway." You admit as he set you down on level ground.

"You are," Killer responds.

"Eh?" Kid growls and leans down toward you. "You're barely tall enough to be twelve, short stack."

You roll your eyes. "I'm taller than that, and I'm 23, Captain."

Kid's checks flush and he sighs. "Ah, dammit. Whatever – Hip! Hop! Keep an eye on the brat and carry 'er back bodily if you have to."

Hip and Hop salute in an exaggerated manner, "Aye, aye Captain!" They're in plain clothes, not their usual punk attire.

"One more time, before you go." Kid commands.

"Enter casino, play aloof for a bit, approach Nezumi, flirt with Nezumi, lift Nezumi's wallet and hand it off to either Hip or Hop, whoever manages to pass by at the right time. Distract Nezumi while they make a copy, return Nezumi's wallet, excuse myself and bail." You repeat the plan without a hitch. "Just a bored bunny who decided to leave the casino for the day."

You smirk. The idea of you flirting with Nezumi causes everyone to make a face. "You're all a lot more uncomfortable with this than I am."

"I'm worried he'll try to kiss you and Killer will murder him before we can finish the job."

"Killer helped me practice avoiding that scenario."

"Practice... killing him?" Eustass asks, genuinely concerned.

You laugh, and Killer's shoulders shake silently. Hip pipes up, "That's better than practicing kissing him."

"You're all awful," you laugh. "No, no, to practice avoiding being kissed without being obvious about it. Geez."

You blow a kiss to Killer as you walk toward town, and maybe you do sway your hips just a little more than you needed to.

.

.

.

.

Everything was going according to plan so far. You'd caught Nezumi's eye, and then let yourself be invited into his space. You even got his wallet handed off to Hop. The only problem now was that it was very difficult to be around Nezumi.

You plied this man with drinks, distracted him with games, and even gave him a decent shoulder rub, and that was just to loosen him up enough to snag his wallet in the first place. His guard escorts were almost completely plastered at this point too, so that was a mark in the win column. Nezumi himself, however, seemed to be really good at holding his liquor, and that was fast becoming a problem.

Because of how alcohol can effect reaction times and judgement, you didn't do a lot of partaking in your life. For better or worse, you were a lightweight, and that was not a good pairing with Nezumi's iron liver.

Even with a little tilt in your step, you still clocked Hip coming by and snagged the wallet from the exchange smoothly. You convinced Nezumi to take a shot after a particularly good roll of the dice, and with a slight exaggeration in your own level of drunkenness you smacked his butt with a good upward swing, and dropped his wallet on the ground right behind him.

"Oh, goodness!" You giggle swaying a bit as Nezumi sputters into shot. Points for staying composed, it was the first time you'd touched him since the afternoon began. "My apologies, Mr. Marine, but I seemed to have knocked something out of your pocket with that slap. I just couldn't help myself. Any. Longer."

Pick up your wallet you rodent, this is making me sick. Or the drinks might be. You're already tempted to clean out Victoria's stock of hard spirits to ensure you couldn't recall anything about this day.

"No worries, my little bunny, quite alright." Nezumi purrs, picking up his wallet and putting it into a pocket without even looking at it. Sucker.

As expected, Nezumi becomes a little more handsy after you open the proverbial door by smacking his rear that hard. It was less the man – well, it was still him – but his breath reeked of alcohol, and the scent of it was making your stomach churn worse. Some part of you thought a perfect end to this charade would be hurling directly onto him, but the idea was to not make the day stick in his mind too strongly.

"I'll be right back," you slur a little harder than you mean to. "I need to freshen up a bit." And maybe drink a gallon of water. Where is this coming from?

"Are you alright, my cute little bun-bun?"

"Mm, of course Mr. Marine, I jus'... just..." Your head really spins, but not so much you didn't notice the smirk on Nezumi's face. "Mr. Mah-rine, I 'hink you did some-tin." Your body was more mush than your head and you sink into Nezumi's arms.

"Mmm, to your drink? I sure did, little Miss CP9."

Oh fuck.

"Mr. Marine I'm nah-a-sleepy-pie." You roll your head and lean back. Nezumi might have you drugged, but he wasn't all that strong. "I'm jus' a bunny HOP!" You put your arms up like a proper drunk and yelped Hop's name as loud as you can. You giggle and sway more. If this bastard was going to try and drag you away, you weren't going to make it easy for him.

"Unfortunately for you, I remember you directly." Nezumi assures you, and you feel your stomach drop and your blood go cold. You would've sobered up if all that was in you was alcohol, but whatever he spiked your drink with was intense. "You might have only been 12 or 14 at the time, but you were a striking sight to behold."

Fuck.

"So, we're going to leave quietly, and you're going to tell me why CP9 is sending someone to assassinate me of all people." Nezumi shifts you against him to help you walk.

Okay, good news. The rat doesn't know that you're a pirate, or that you've snagged his codes. He thinks you're here on official business. Of course he would, CP9 wasn't going to advertise to anyone that you had defected 7 years ago. They wouldn't admit an error like that unless absolutely necessary.

You wave a hand behind yourself, hoping to call off any forthcoming help from Hip and Hop. You might be able to sloppily talk your way out of this.

"Lied," you manage. "'bout Arlong." You felt Nezumi's body tense before he manages to set you down on a mostly isolated couch. "Why?"

"Of course I lied about dealing with Arlong." Nezumi hisses. "Ex-Sun pirates? In the East Blue? East Blue was supposed to be an easy life, and it was."

You thought hard about what you'd learned the last few weeks, traveling with the Kid Pirates. Oh, the other rookies, the only ones from East Blue. "Straw hat."

Nezumi's nose twitches. "That wretch."

You thought idly about needing to play poker against Nezumi if the opportunity arose. He would be terribly easy to bankrupt.

Okay, so Nezumi was living the high life in the East Blue. Arlong and his crew didn't mess that up, but the Straw hats did. The light comes on in your head despite the drug-induced fog.

"You were getting' paid off." You murmur. Now it made sense why Nezumi was so intent to get you out of the picture. Sure, CP9 dealt with corruption in the Marines. Some of it at least. Not enough of it, as far as you were concerned, and worse sometimes you dealt with good marines who had the bad luck to learn too much.

Either whatever Nezumi gave you was wearing off, or you were recovering because you were slumped into the couch and not wasting any energy holding yourself up. Whatever the case may be, hopefully the end result would be enough to count. You twist, lolling to one side and then letting the momentum help you to your feet.

Throwing yourself at Nezumi wasn't ideal, but you needed the support. Your senses were dulled, but Nezumi had still drank an impressive amount of booze himself. You grab his collar and whisper into his ear as angrily as you could.

"Step out of line again and I will be back." You're very proud that there wasn't any slurring in your words for the brief exchange.

Leaning back, you yanked the two of you together again and slam your forehead into the bridge of Nezumi's nose with all the force you can muster. It wouldn't have been enough to effect a tested fighter, but you earned a satisfactory crunch from Nezumi and manage to keep your feet under you. He slumps a bit, but wasn't completely out, so you decide to clock him with a punch that almost takes you to the floor with him.

These actions were garnering attention, and so you let yourself stumble before animatedly slurring at Nezumi's slumped body.

"Don' go ashin' me to 'make bunnies' wit you... joo, you Rat-scale!" Hopefully that was at least enough to make anyone around figure he deserved it. "Rude... d-drunk."

Oh gods your head was really swimming now. That was maybe not the best option of attack you could've gone with. You hold your head and realize you had blood on your face. Probably Nezumi's from crashing into him like that. You wipe a hand across it and do nothing but make yourself look utterly terrifying.

You stumble away from the couch and Hop comes up to you.

"Drug," you manage, leaning against her. "Help."

"C'mon girl, let's get you cleaned up." Hop helps you steady yourself, but it's really difficult to walk, even with Hip's eventual added help.

"Shit, brat, is that your blood?" Hip asks as you all clear out of the casino.

"Nergggh." You try to at least shake your head.

"We need to get you to House."

"Well, that's gonna be delayed." Hop grouses as you all came to a stop.

Your vision is blurry beyond saving, but it didn't take seeing much to realize you're surrounded by the white and blue of marine uniforms. It made sense – no matter the circumstances, you assaulted a Marine Captain in a public space. Before you had time to consider any possible options all hell broke loose on the streets.

Weapons were yanked out of people's hands, and what looked to be most of the crew flooded into the streets and attacked the marines. Hip and Hop went back to dragging you toward the Victoria Punk as chaos continued behind you. It was impossible to know what the Marines were going to think of this. If they assumed you three were crew members, or just casino bunnies being ignored by a crew more focused on the armed marines all around.

Whatever the case it was irrelevant at this point, by the time you got back to the ship Reck had to lift you up completely to get you into House's medical bay. Thanks to House's knowledge, you were mostly okay by the time everyone else returned to the ship. The Victoria was moved to a new location on the island, and the big four were in the medical room with you.

Thankfully House cleaned you up inside and out because you can't imagine how everyone would've reacted to blood all over your face. Whether it was yours or not.

"What happened?" Killer questions. He'd been by your side since he came in, holding your hand or helping House, or moving enough to stay out of her way. But after being sure you were okay he didn't ask about anything else until the others arrived.

"Nezumi recognized me. Like, from nine years ago kind of recognized me." You almost snort when you laugh thinking about, squeezing Killer's hand reassuringly. "He thought I was there to punish him for taking bribes from the Arlong Pirates."

"CP9 does stuff like that?" Kid questions.

"Eh, kind of. Officially yes, in practice less so." You admit. "I managed to give him a warning, but because it was in a public location the marines learned about it. If I'd been on my own, I would've been in interrogation answering questions. I might have been able to talk my way out of it without bringing all of CP9 down on the island after me." Your head throbs. House's remedy had cleared you up, but the cure and the drug were still duking it out in your system.

"I can't believe that rat drugged me."

You felt Killer twitch and realize that House hadn't had a chance to give these guys a proper report. You grab onto his arm, and tug a bit, to make sure he doesn't go running off. There was apparently enough concern on your face that Heat and Wire laugh, and even Kid smirks.

Killer sighs, but he doesn't pull away either.

"So that's why things went sideways." Kid muses.

"Yeah. I thought at first that he knew I had defected and was going to turn me in. Once I realized what he was really worried about I waved Hop away and tried to talk things through, but... whatever he'd slipped into my drink was really messing with my head. My motor skills were shot all to hell too. I managed to break his nose with a headbutt and-."

Eustass was really laughing now, "Seriously, Short stack, I'm sorry I missed that!"

"It wasn't that impressive, I had to deck him one afterward. I just hope I rang his bell enough to at least keep him from reporting things." The shiver that went through you involuntarily causes Killer to pat you reassuringly.

"Even if CP9 finds out you're on this crew, we won't let them take you."

"It's a fighting chance at least," you admit. "But never mind things we can't effect – I guess this means we're moving to Plan B?"

Eustass sighs, "Sorry brat, but it looks that way. The codes might still be good, but if they get changed because of the disturbance, then we'd be walking ourselves into a trap. At least with plan B we know what we're standing on from the beginning."

You nod. "Better the devil you know. Well, I think I need a day to get this out of my system, and then I'll be good to go."

"Are you sure?" It was Killer who asks this time, but you still almost call him dad in response.

"I am. Besides, I think if we can adjust the plan a little, it'll be less risk to me exposing my ability." You assure Killer, squeezing his hand before continuing with things. "I know the idea was to rush the gate with the Big Four while the crew come in from the sides, and we should still do that. But I think the split should be more even.

"Heat can lead the west team, Wire the East team. Kid and Killer are still at the main gate, but with their own team – me in it. I can hide in the chaos of more people, and assist Kid without it being so obvious. The louder Kid is, and the more terrifying Killer is, the less likely anyone's gonna look at me." You grab a drink of water while everyone else chews on it for a moment.

"I'm... sorry," you prompt after the silence drags on longer than you expected.

Kid growls and then sighs. "Don't apologize brat, I get it."

"When you're ready to be open about it, then we'll all have your back," Wire says with a smile.

"As long as you know I'm not saying I think you're all weak or somethi-gah!" Kid's ruffling your hair a little harder than expected.

"I. Get. It." He repeats through grit teeth. He might get it, but it was obviously bothering him.

"Aye, aye captain." You reply, trying to un-tussle your hair a little.

Everyone funneled out of the room to let you rest, Killer gently bonking your forehead with his mask before he leaves. You knew you were feeling better when you caught yourself staring at him as he left.

If you'd known then how things were going to go the next day, you wouldn't have let him leave.

[aaternum]

❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face .

A bag of freezer burned, assorted vegetables that had somehow fused itself into a singular shape. That was all she had. Inside her freezer the lone package sat unremarkably, and she hesitates pulling it free.  A simple zip-loc bag of ice would have been the normal option here, but somehow an ice tray never occurred to her in all her time spent shopping for home goods. (Which in hindsight isn't very much time at all, but that is besides the point.) So there she heads back to her living room, a frozen packet tucked behind her back as she crouches in front of her uncomfortable looking guest. Though she has a feeling his discomfort has more to do with her insisting on treating his wounds more than his current whereabouts,   “   So, just hear me out for a sec’ before you judge me. I don’t have ice, but I do have this–   ” She shows her hand, gently shaking the bag to garnish the reveal, “  Ta da! And some paper towels. I could wrap it up  and we can hold it over your it. Y’know? To get ahead of some of the swelling now that I’ve bandaged it.   ” A hopeful little smile curls at her lips, her hand tentatively tucking the sleeve of his shirt away to better reveal the canvas of his arm where the laceration had been as she sits down beside him, settling the package on her lap. The wound was largely concealed by the gauze and bandaging she'd tended to it with. It could be worse. It could always be worse. But that didn't make the quiet churn in her stomach ease.

“ I promise you won't hear me fuss over you again. ” She pauses, squinting. “ Er ..  for like, at least 72 hours. Same difference! ” She glances back over the bandaging, just to reassess her handiwork. Ryu feels the warmth of his hand before she sees it, her attention lifted back to his face where his had been caught in the swirls of blossoming bruises along her cheek. Her gaze traces the creases formed between his brows, watching the way they deepen and ebb; if he was going to say something she beats him to it, “  I swear, you're just one scowl away from premature wrinkles, Nezumi. It doesn't hurt, promise. Let me remind you that I'm not the one with a big gash over their arm.    ” Ryu teases softly, her hand blanketing over his wrist with the barest of contact. She searches his eyes a moment, the tender brush of his thumb against her cheek, so soft she briefly wonders if she imagined it. Her face leans against the palm to her cheek, just slightly, hand tentatively settling over his wrist. " Y'know, you're surprisingly gentle. It's nice. Makes me wonder if you're this careful with everyone or if you just want to be gentle with me. "

The cold of water seeping through her pants, pulls her from the moment a short gasp following when she immediately reels back, hand falling away to look at her lap. " Oh. We should probably hurry up and use this now before it melts. "

[unladylikc]

｢ ...why does he have to be so extra about it?? ｣

He is listening . . .

Nezumi cants his head, and his eyes pause on Vivian’s expression. He is analysing her intention, his own face an unpenetrable fort—completely void of any sign to what he might be thinking. He doesn’t have to try hard to hide his conflicted feelings from Vivian, but he does it anyway. It is like second nature to him by now.

The decision takes a couple of seconds, but in the end, Nezumi offers his hand. Not unlike a gentleman would offer to guide a lady to the dance floor. The gesture is elegant and effortless, and he adds a little bow while his other arm slides to the small of his back.

“For her majesty,” Nezumi smirks while his hand hovers expectantly in the air. “If I may be so bold as to ask for what purpose are you interested in my hand? Is it because I’m a three-dimensional man; are you suddenly having doubts about my realness?”

“Forgive me if I’ve been a little too dreamy for you . . .”

Nezumi’s smile lingers, and when Vivian does slide her hand into his, he gently tugs her closer.

“—now, shall we dance?”

     Of course, she did anticipate his rejection right from the very get go; after all, Vivian became so used to three dimensional men letting her down gently, it wouldn’t particularly surprise her if yet again, another one would refuse her affection. Plus, considering how popular Nezumi was, something told her he must be used to both men and women vying for his attention by now, that she couldn’t really justify getting her hopes up  AROUND  him.

     Honestly, for all she knew, he might have even been leading her on this whole entire time, hence why she’ll nervously fiddle with her fingers as she awaits his answer; still, the fact his expression remained this unreadable, despite her bold query, manages to unnerve Vivian to no end. God, would it kill him to at least say what he was thinking, rather than leave her in such agonizing suspense?

       The moment Nezumi did extend an outstretched palm towards her, however, she’ll jump a little, upon being clearly caught off guard; still, once he finally spoke, it wasn’t long until her cheeks would turn a much rosier hue and her fiddling comes to an  ABRUPT  halt.

     “ O-Of course not! It’s just... ” Before Vivian could finish her sentence, though, she’ll soon pause, allowing bashful silence to replace the last words she formerly planned on uttering out. If nothing else, admitting she craved his touch proved way too embarrassing, she couldn’t bring herself to tell him; regardless, she’ll eventually reach out a shaking hand to clasp his, only to issue forth a startled gasp when he tugs her closer.

     “ Wait, ‘dance’?! ” Vivian suddenly panics. “ I-I don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet, Nezumin... er, more importantly, there’s no music! Seriously... without slow,  ROMANTIC  jazz playing in the background, how are we supposed to be cutting a rug? ”

@nezumivc103221​ / continued from here ;;

[sidetrek]

@my-thyla-my-captain picked up my other 20 dollar lineart commission, which allowed me to snag Lazy Nezumi and it’s been (even) smooth(er) sailing for me my guys, makes it that much eaiser to continue to chug along with my non-dominant hand!  They gave me free rein to choose the subject matter, and I, uh, was still stuck on the thought of Kirk and Spock sparring, just a little.  Thank you for helping me out, and thanks for letting me follow my specific interests here lol twitter.com/sidetrek2 ko-fi.com/sidetrek

[ahiiru]

♡ MUSE STATS: NEZUMI

# 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒: 1  /  2   /  3 +  ( japanese + english + german + french + some mandarin )

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄: high  /  average /  deep

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: yes  / no

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑: confident /  shy  /  approachable  /  hostile /  other

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: slumped  /  straight  /  stiff  /  relaxed

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: head tilting  /  swaying  /  fidgeting  /  stuttering  /  gesturing  /  arm crossing  /  strokes chin  /  er, um, or other interjections /  plays with hair or clothing  /  hands at hips  /  inconsistent eye contact   /  maintains eye contact  /  frequent pausing  /  stands close  /  stands at distance

𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙏𝙔

𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘: ◼◼◼◼◻

𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: ◼◻◻◻◻

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: ◼◼◼◼◻

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘: ◼◻◻◻◻

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘: ◼◼◻◻◻

𝘽𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙇𝙔

arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏

christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord have mercy. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus.

𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏

contractions or enunciation? straightforward or cryptic? jargon or toned? complexity or simplicity? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity? formalities or abrasiveness? praise or equivocation? frankness or lies? excessive or minimal hand gestures? name-calling or magnanimity? friendly or blunt nicknames?

𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR MUSE?   almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  / never

DOES YOUR MUSE’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK?   almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never

WOULD YOUR MUSE INITIATE CONVERSATIONS?   almost always  /  frequently   /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never

WOULD YOUR MUSE BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS?   almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never

WOULD YOUR MUSE USE “WHOM” IN A SENTENCE? yes  /  no  /  only ironically

YOUR MUSE WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE?   but   /  though  /  although  /  however /  perhaps  /  mayhaps

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE END CONVERSATIONS?   walk away /  ask if that’s everything  / say that that’s everything / give a proper goodbye  /  tell their company they’re done here  /  remain quiet  /  they don’t

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE ADDRESS OTHERS? titles  /  first names  /  surnames  /  full names  / nicknames

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR MUSE BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? upper  /  middle  /  lower

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR MUSE SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS?   accent  /  vocabulary  / tone / level / politeness /  brusqueness  / it doesn’t

tagged by: stole~ tagging: steal~

[dazaaaai]

Can you tell me about your bsd ocs and how you met them? I really enjoy ics and self-inserts and this blog is one of my personal favorites.

Oh!!! Yes yes, of course, I would absolutely love to! You’re very sweet ;w; it’s always so hard for me to imagine that tho like wh?! You actually like other peoples’ characters, even ones based on themselves??? I thought everyone hated that- so that’s why it’s a blessing to have you around, heehee! I’m glad to be one of your favorites

So I take it you know me! I will introduce you to my friends (and enemies…)

Daniel Fenton is not an OC, he’s just straight-up based on Danny Phantom because I like cartoons and that’s my second biggest fandom. It just felt weird not having him here, and he really fits in! Here he’s come to Japan with his family for work reasons, and his ghost powers are an ability instead - Going Ghost. They’re more limited here - none of that green energy blast stuff, just floating and being spooky. He saved Dazai from drowning in a river a lot like Atsushi! So Dazai set up a staged entrance exam (where he saved yours truly!) and he joined because the boy super needed money.If you’d like to read the story about that, I can share it later on! Anyways, he’s kind of always running out on his own little adventures, coming back with all the bumps and bruises he doesn’t want to talk about… Cool thing is Yosano can heal him any time with a snap of her fingers because he’s already half dead as it is! He’s a little protective of me, even from Dazai, but ah! We have real-world emotional history, so his connection to me there is strong. 

Theodore Sadau is an OC I’ve had for a long time but he’s very different here. He’s ordinarily the greatest hero but here he’s the worst villain… A Guild member who’s deluded into thinking he’s a prince and deserves to be treated as such, though he steps over everyone else. I met him in a battle and he hurt me so badly… Dazai came to save me but it was Daniel who beat him into the ground after that. His ability is Prince of Shadows, and it works exactly the same way as Danny’s, to our horror. The singularity of the ability was something that Dazai had not heard of in a long time until that battle…

Celil Memmedquluzade has a long and strange name but he’s based on an author from my country of Azerbaijan, and I’ve read all his works. The Disappearance of the Donkey, despite its title is the most depressing thing I’ve ever read and is what his ability is based on. In perfect contrast to mine (which can bring anyone to me), his ability can send anyone and anything away to any place he’s been with just one touch… But he’ll never know where. It could be back to his home country or just across the street. He joined Fyodor out of desperation even though he hates him, and is always trying to pull me away from the Agency,  find a way to leave, insistent that we don’t belong here… But I belong more in Yokohama than he ever will with the Russians. I can’t ever go back there even if there’s nothing more in the world that he wants than to return.

I have many more OCs based on authors (check them out over here or here!) that I just haven’t met in the plot, so I’m not putting them here! But the rest of the OCs I’m gonna list are all my friends, real friends who made characters for the BSD universe alongside me and have allowed me to include them in my storyline! You can see more of them here! There are many of them as well but I will focus on the ones that show up or that I mention the most!

My best friend is my actual best friend, @bishamn! Ioanna is in-universe a Greek ability user. We met when she came to Yokohama for leisure but the Mafia tried to steal her away! The Agency saved her and she ended up staying mostly because Dazai decided I needed a friend. Her ability is The Third Chance, which can turn anyone invisible and intangible (rendering them useless in a fight) for a certain amount of time, but it only works the third time she tries to use it. 

@theartisticintrovert is the Junichirou to my Naomi in a MUCH less weird and possessive way, but seriously! My surrogate big brother is Tyler, a Korean-American come to Japan, his ability Grudge sends everyone into deep and sudden anxiety which gets worse the longer he stays quiet. We met in Yokohama International School, shared a creative writing class. Then one day his ability went off super badly, and, well! Junichirou and I were sent to investigate. We ended up roping him in and he adopted Q at some point. It’s great, send him an ask about it!

Miss Momo-chan, an American come to Japan for work and having found it at the Agency, she’s the person to go to who knows everything about where anything is and how to help you with your emotional problems - and is remarkably good at putting up with Kunikida’s, er, strictness! I wonder why… @moreroads​ worked at the Agency before I was there and helped me a lot through all of my troubles!

@musical-selfshipper​ is someone you’ll never forget, and neither will I. An emotion manipulator, ability by the name of Ganymede. Chinese-Taiwanese-American, she’s Poe’s girl and it’s a wonder, he’s so shy and she’s so not, but you gotta love their love! We met when she joined the Agency straight forward, sometime after the mess with the Guild, but details about her exam are a little sketchy for now. 

Shelby is an American non-ability user clerk for the Agency who’s kind of a cryptid and a huge conspiracy theorist. Resident Ranpo lover @shelf-insert is another victim I’ve roped into joining the Agency! Nobody’s really sure if she was always in the Agency or not, but she’s for certain one of my greatest friends, and always has the greatest advice!

Millie is another clerk for the Agency! Beautiful dark skinned American friend not sweet on @minty-selfships, oh no…! :3 We met because she joined a short while after I did, but didn’t talk much until I decided that she and Atsushi were even more of a hopeless oblivious mess than me and Dazai ever were…! So the matchmaking and a great friendship began.

Let’s not forget @selfshipstation, the source of Sylvia Plath (that’s not her real name, she just forgot it and chose that one instead). Ability by the name of Amnesia, she ends up with the Guild after wiping her own memory and goes on quite a few dates with Mark!

There are MANY, MANY more (Nicole, Nezumi, Annie, Andrea, Rhiannon, Rue, Dante, Brianna, Simon, Cherri) and they are all amazing friends and great people who are definitely part of my story as a whole but for one reason or another I won’t elaborate on them!! Some whose self-insert I don’t know, some who aren’t as into BSD despite having a character, and some who I just haven’t talked to recently enough… If you’d like more info and my full ability user list tho, here’s my !! pride and joy, a document of all of them!!!

[assassin-artist]

sketching some more tarnished [WIP]

[danco110]

“Izumi! Stomp that blasted thing!”

“There’s no need for that, Mr. Yamada.”

The security guard rolled her eyes at the panicking businessman under her watch. She stepped between her employer and the metallic leech skittering across the ground, lifting the clawlike creature in one hand to show to the other kitsune.

“See, sir? There’s no cause for alarm.”

“A-Are you sure?” hissed Yamada, as he warily eyed the writhing machine.

“Quite sure, sir. And not to worry. Data should be along to collect it shortly.”

“You mean to say, this wretched creature belongs to someone?”

“Yeah. Me.”

Yamada wheeled around, and was shocked to find an armored nezumi right at his back. Izumi, however, showed no such surprise. She again stepped between the two parties, offering the leech to the new arrival.

“I believe this belongs to you, Data?”

“Yes, it does! Thanks a million!”

The ninja eagerly voiced her thanks, her tone garbled by a staticky filter of some sort. She reached out with an arm - one that was suspiciously missing a paw - and the leech firmly embedded itself in the end of the limb with a satisfying click.

“Ah, scans show minimal damage! Thanks for not busting it up!”

Izumi ignored the sound of disgust from Yamada. “Don’t mention it. Nice voice scrambler, by the way.”

“Aw, you’re making me blush! Now, if that’s all, I’ll just be-”

“Hold it!”

Data turned to leave, only to be interrupted by a flustered Yamada, whose attention was still half-focused on the nezumi’s paw.

“We’ve met before, haven’t we…Reckoner?”

Data gave the businessman a playful shrug. “Guilty as charged! Ah well, I guess hiding your voice doesn’t do much when you’re a hulking half-robot ninja, like me!”

While Data flexed dramatically to prove her point, Izumi quickly tapped Yamada’s shoulder.

“Sir,” she whispered, “even if you two have met, do you really want to call her on it?”

Yamada stared at Data’s flexing, which made her reinforced metal limbs plain to see.

“Er, perhaps not…?”

“Good call,” Izumi snickered.

[rewoundcircuit]

T1.4 : 飛び出せ : ryuunosuke_re: nezumi, aki; attn: 🌠

“Oy, oy, oy Kuromaru-san I RESENT that! How much did you even put in there?! The f-fact that I’m even standing has gotta prove I’m pretty resilient!”

Though in all fairness, he’s barely standing. But more importantly...

“But, ah... m-moving on... now that Kuromaru-san has confirmed that there was blood on that knife, I think Ishii-san is correct: the knife in Wei-san’s lab was the murder weapon...! My head’s kind of pre-occupied right now b-but... I do remember Br-... Bruck..hard-san saying that there wasn’t any blood on the multi-tool, so unless it was wet or something then we can safely rule it out, yeah?”

He stops short for a few seconds as his brain seems to have recalled another testimony. 

“Er... though I know 🌠-san said that there’s a blade in the multi-tool that matched? Again, that... doesn’t mean it was the knife used, but... the phrasing has me a little... -- also, um... I’m a little confused by the assumption that the culprit had to be around his height? Can someone help me out here? Sorry I’m... kind of slow and with all.. this I’m much slower than usual. I just don’t see how anyone that isn’t.. y’know significantly taller than Kishi-san couldn’t conveniently land a blow to his torso like that...? How close to his height are we talking?”

How is he saying “🌠” with his mouth?

[kingofthewhatpod]

Fanfic Friday #2: The Watchers

Apologies that this one came out late.... I’m going to try and do better in the future, promise!

Alright, so what did Curtis and I review this week? The escape from Loguetown, Luffy vs Smoker (and Buggy, sorta- he was there but not a huge focus), Zoro vs Tashigi, and the introduction of Dragon. We also have that sick new intro from Gold Roger himself (and of course, my fanfic need not adhere to current canon, er... the canon that we have already reviewed)

And of course, Dragon is the most interesting out of those, so let's focus on him (with certain restrictions. I certainly know more about Dragon than I let on in the podcast episode, and in retrospect, the narrative I spin here hits awfully close to the truth in certain regards, but I’m a man of my word and this is what I came up with on a deadline). Curtis speculated there was something weird about those marks on the side of his face, and he interfered for *some reason* before Smoker could defeat Luffy, shortly after Luffy was saved from death

So I'm thinking... some sort of religion or ideological faction. The people in this group would wear the cloaks, have matching tattoos, take on code names like "Dragon" and "Wolf" and "Black Smoke." Also they have a band that's pretty metal.

Why would Luffy, a pirate, interest a group of religious people? (Let's call them... the Watchers, for reason I'll get into in a sec) Because lightning struck the very execution platform Luffy was on just before he was about to be beheaded. So Dragon believes Luffy was "chosen."

This also ties in to the question Curtis asked that one time, "What's fate got to do with anything?" Maybe that's where Luffy's scar came from- some other brush with death. Maybe Luffy's the luckiest guy alive, and part of that luck means accidentally winning over this faction

Why are they called the Watchers? Well, because Dragon's timing was just too darn convenient for me. Either Oda knows what he's doing and did this on purpose (*cough cough* this is the correct answer), or this was sloppy writing and my fanfic can fix it.

So the idea is that the Watchers send their members to different islands. Places of historical importance, places from which lots of rumors originate, places of cultural significance and scientific or philosophical advancement.

And they're there to ensure the "natural" course of history continues on its way. Because what are the marines at this point in the story? Corrupt, incompetent, power hungry, and greedy (see Axe hand Morgan, Fullbody, and Nezumi as examples)

So the actions of the marines must further this corruption. So the watchers are enemies of the marines who believe in divine intervention, and Loguetown, being the birthplace of Gold Roger is under their watch

Now, what would this mean for the future of the series? It would mean Luffy would probably receive help from them in the future, given that they see him as chosen by divinity. But if Smoker really is that determined to capture Luffy... maybe he'll uncover their organization

Which, I guess, are the Watchers a secret group or are they well known? Hmm. Maybe the group as a whole is secret, but Dragon isn't very good at concealing himself. I like that. This is my fanfic and I make up the rules.

So anyways, Smoker gets stronger by facing these enemies (the same way Luffy gets stronger from each opponent he topples), which means that by the time he shows up again, he'll be even tougher and Luffy won't have the aid of these mysterious forces.

meanwhile BECAUSE FANFICTION and BECAUSE ANIME, maybe the Watchers could help Luffy and co get stronger in some way, so when the time comes the Straw Hat pirates won't have to rely on a mysterious man who quotes the former King of the Pirates. maybe like a sick sword for Zoro, or a more effective weapon for Usopp, or maybe just.... like a gun for Nami! Luffy could get a sort of sensei character who tries to teach him some awesome new punching techniques but here's the part where humor kicks in....

Luffy says no. Luffy is completely uncaring about this Watcher agenda, and they seem to want to distract him from his true quest. And also maybe the sensei type character annoys him, or maybe Luffy is so sure in his own strength, why would he need to rely on this other guy?

But, being as how this is a series that relies a lot on humor and stubborn personalities, the sensei shows up on ocassion anyways. Luffy would be all "butt out, I can handle this!" While this other guy was cracking their knuckles and getting ready to fight.

(a bit like this famous scene, actually. Darn I’m just recycling ideas left and right)

And it turns out Luffy does sort of learn from this new ally without meaning to. Just from fighting side by side they begin to develop trust and Luffy sees minor ways to hit harder and such, and maybe he even begrudginly allows this new ally to help the next time Smoker pops up

That about wraps up all the thoughts I had on this Friday evening- I really hope it wasn't completely awful to read. I'll spend a little more time at the drawing board for next week and come up with something even more spectacular. This has been another Fanfiction Friday. Hopefully next week I’ll do something a little more original

[chouhatsumimi]

words 2/5/18, from No. 6 novel vol. 2 by Atsuko Asano

甘っ���れる [あまったれる (amattareru)]

to depend and presume upon another's benevolence

[Nezumi tells Shion he can’t afford to keep doing this.]

ぎらつく (giratsuku)

to glare, to dazzle

「灰色の瞳が鋭利な刃物を思わせてぎらつく。」

Hairo no hitomi ga eiri na hamono o omowasete kiratsuku.

“Gray eyes sparkled, bringing to mind the image of a keen blade.”

瞬時 [しゅんじ (shunji)]

moment, instant

ご愁傷様 [ごしゅうしょうさま (goshuushousama)]

my condolences

淘汰 [とうた (touta)]

weeding out, elimination (e.g. of unneeded employees), culling, selection

[Winter does this to the population of the West Block; the bees will do it to No.6]

渋々, 渋渋 [しぶしぶ (shibushibu)]

reluctantly, unwillingly

火葬 [かそう (kasou)]

cremation

「一か所に集めて焼く。火葬だと言えば言えないことはないかな。」

Ikkasho ni atsumete yaku. Kasou da to ieba ienai koto wa nai kana.

“They gather them all in one place and burn them. If you call it a cremation it’s not so repulsive to talk about.” *not sure about this wording

[Nezumi answering what happens to the dead bodies that no one claims.]

下卑る [げびる (gebiru)]

to become vulgar, to coarsen

そう来なくっちゃ [そうこなくっちゃ (soukonakutcha)]

I thought so, I suspected as much, Just as I thought, Now you are talking, That's the spirit

「そうかい、そうこなくっちゃ兄ちゃん。来な」

Sou kai, soukonakuccha oniichan. Ki na.

“Is that right, boy? I suspected as much. Come ‘ere.”

[One of the body collection crew is invited Shion to join them for ...food.]

“kai” as a sentence-ending particle means you’re asking a (rhetorical) question to someone younger.

The base form of a verb (remove the masu) plus ‘na’ is a command/invitation.

芳しい [かんばしい (kanbashii)]

sweet, fragrant, aromatic

矢鱈 [やたら (yatara)]

indiscriminately, blindly, at random, recklessly, thoughtlessly, excessively, profusely

廃墟, 廃虚 [はいきょ (haikyo)]

ruins, abandoned building

匹敵 [ひってき (hitteki)]

to be a match for, to rival, to equal, to compare with, to be equivalent to

寝そべる [ねそべる (nesoberu)]

to sprawl, to lie sprawled

夥しい [おびただしい (obitadashii)]

large number, innumerable, great many, immense, vast, abundant

軋む [きしむ (kishimu)]

to jar, to creak, to grate

[olympus-summit]

love and your ego, rest in peace | Shinobu | Trial 4.1 | re: Adelina

[ CW: Emetophobia in third dialogue paragraph ]

Sabine tried to kill Nezumi, perhaps out of fear or panic, and Nezumi killed her in self-defense and everyone gave him a second chance. Then he wasted it by trying to murder Tenko anyway. She killed him in “self-defense”, except it really wasn’t, it was murder. But she was given a second chance anyway because Ryu was just that much more dangerous and despicable, leaving Tenko’s status in the group in limbo. And now the killer was again the killed, and Tenko’s relative, himself rumored to be convicted of murder, would return to death row without ever remembering her.

It felt like there was supposed to be some kind of moral there, but Shinobu didn’t want to think about it. He’d done too much thinking lately and he felt like he could burn away to nothing at any moment.

He pointedly did not look at anyone as they filed into the lift, keeping his eyes closed. The… the only thing he could do was try to lock away his heart and hope no one could see the way his jaw was set tight, his shoulders were trembling slightly, his breath came shallow and slow.

Why had it come to this?

He had memorized the trial room just enough to be able to go in the vaguely correct direction of his throne, and he opened his eyes momentarily to sit down. And then, it was back to not looking at anyone, instead staring down at his lap as he… removed a granola bar from his pocket and opened it up, picking off a corner to eat. There was no enjoyment to be found in his “dinner”, but there was a unsettled feeling burning in his stomach and he didn’t know if that was hunger or nerves. Best not to take chances.

“…So.”

Said with all the conviction of someone who wanted nothing more than to go to sleep.

“She’s right, the state of Imada-san’s wounds and the… way I suspect it was done would’ve left blood all over wherever it happened. But the infirmary was clean. Too clean.

Smelled like… like lemon-lime cleanser. All over the floor, and even on some of the walls… w-we found cleanser in the ultility closet, along with rags, a mops, and a bucket set out to dry. We talked to the infirmary robot and they claimed they themself didn’t do that. I can only assume that… that the reason the infirmary was scrubbed was either because the person that did so wanted to hide Imada-san for a little while longer, o-or because something there would’ve directly led to them. Something like a bloody shoeprint, or maybe, um. Vomit. Stains.”

Shinobu didn’t really have an appetite to begin with and was forcing himself to eat because he had to, but he still paused, setting the granola bar down on his lap. He still didn’t pick up his gaze and look at anyone.

“I will say, I don’t… I-I don’t know if the injury on her killer was severe, because there wasn’t that much blood on the paper towels, but… I do want to know where such a scratch landed, to hit skin and fabric.”

He was taking this slow, to give other people a chance to make their own testimonies and build up their own stories. Or… maybe he was just trying to delay the inevitable. It was inevitable, as soon as someone asked just the right question, and… and just as Shinobu was in no hurry to eat his bar, he was in no hurry to begin the real trial.

[keycursed]

TAGGED BY: @zensuality (you always tag me in stuff and I always forget but I appreciate you buddy<333 you keep being you )

1ST RULE: tag 9 muses you would like to know better:  @tsundere-yurio , @somxus , @nezumi-vc-103221, @bullcttime , @joycux, @ofmurder , @miragessplit , @nightmaresend, @drexm-eater

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory HA

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have break-danced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages