#Hope you are good at picklocking

[choking-on-ice]

Laios gets a new perspective on Chilchuck's scars

it's done! I hope you like it!!

!! If you're interested in more scarred Chilchuck content, please check out the amazing fanfic by @turtles-allthewaydown aka smallwars on Ao3, "To The Dogs" right here !!

I started this comic and then while scrolling through tumblr I found their fic link and couldn't believe how on the same wavelength it was lol. My comic holds no relevancy to this fic, they just coincidentally have very similar themes. (Though i did add the canine bite scars inspired by the fic, so there's that)

(okay that's the imporatnt stuff, now a warning for infodump incoming abt my thoughts on scarred Chilchuck lore)

the fact that Halffoots would be used as bait for monsters has been haunting my brain since I heard it. All I could think about was how long Chilchuck has been an adventurer and how even the parties that didn't use halffoots as bait probably weren't that careful with them. Chilchuck gets so defensive about and is constantly reminding people that he doesn't fight, a habit that definitely didn't spring up outta nowhere, and we know he's gotten hurt and/or died plenty of times just disarming traps.

Falin is a talented healer, but not everyone is as good as her and scars would linger. Perhaps the healer wouldn't prioritize him because of their opinion of halffoots, or seeing picklocks as unnecessary. Or since healing is fueled by calories and Chilchuck canonically doesn't eat very much to remain underweight, his body is more difficult to fully heal. Thus >> more scars than the others

But Laios always saw Chilchuck as an equal, he saw picklocks as necessary, valued his skill, and respected his need to stay out of combat. So it probably wouldn't occur to him that other tallmen didn't behave that way, also him growing up around hunters who were scarred and being a fighter he'd probably not linger much on them at first.

Senshi would pick up on it right away though given he expects based on Chil's height that he's a kid.

[grimm-writings]

Can I request something (I leave the format up to you) for Chilchuck x reader where the reader genuinely asks Chilchuck for his opinions and thoughts on things? (dungeon related things, union stuff, that sort of thing) Since he mentioned how he would like to be taken serious/respected like Senshi.

Basically reader respects Chilchuck and might have developed a little crush on him as well but doesn't want to make him uncomfortable by being unprofessional so they don't act on it. Maybe it's mutual.

Chilchuck is skilled as fuck and it would be nice if he got some well deserved genuine praise and appreciation for it.

mutual

…ft! chilchuck x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, headcanon format, some very very lightly implied maturity difference, marcille #1 wingwoman, reader is taller than chil

…wc! 992

…notes! YOU ARE SO CORRECT he’s genuinely such a valuable asset to the team!! every bit of praise here is well-earned!!!! 

You joined the party along with Senshi at the very start of their journey.  The group was rather small and you’d fear something might happen if they traverse the dungeon on their own.  You felt as if it were your duty to help out, eager to please as you are.

You realised fast that despite the dysfunctional way the group decided to acquire their food, they’re actually much more competent than you thought!

Though this is really you generalising your admiration for the picklock of the group.  Being more combat oriented, the ways in which Chilchuck easily bypasses puzzles and open doors left you rapt with his skill.

Before you knew it, you had acquired a notebook and pencil of your own (that you deliberated on robbing from orcs for a while before caving), and you were jotting down notes like nobody’s business!

(Only when alone or on night guard.  If anyone knew, you’d be so embarrassed…)

When Chilchuck offers a piece of advice about the social behaviours of adventuring parties, you notice.  When Chilchuck offhandedly mentions a tricky aspect of the dungeon, you notice.

When Chilchuck scolds Senshi for treating him like a child, you notice.

You had a feeling he wasn’t a child.  You were sort of observing him unendingly, and he seemed the image of a jaded, experienced adventurer.  You can’t help but feel your admiration for him grow upon realising that. 

It’s difficult not to come across too eager as you’re imploring him for more knowledge.  You’re just curious!  You’re expanding your dungeon knowledge!  He’s happy to tell you anything you need to know, as casually and calmly as any good teacher.

But you know deep down that you’re just really attached to the half-foot.  Maybe too attached…

When someone (Senshi) makes a comment about Chilchuck, even before he could retort like usual you’re standing in front of him telling him what’s what!  Chilchuck is too taken aback to make much of a comment about it afterwards, but he seems… pleased.

(It’s giving “his pronouns are they/them!”)

Marcille and Laios give each other a look whenever this happens.  Not saying you’re being judged, but…

Your earnestness to be the pinnacle of dungeon exploration gives Chilchuck pride in being your mentor.  He’ll make a comment about it occasionally but deep down…

You kind of wish it could be more.

You’re not young necessarily.  You’re years into your adulthood, but even with that in mind, Chilchuck already made it quite clear that inter-party relations are strictly a no-no.

And you just had to go and break rule number one!

It does leave you staring longingly at the half-foot’s peaceful expression when you’re supposed to be on night watch, wishing for a different reality.

It would be part way through your adventure, long after you’ve given up hope on your feelings being reciprocated, when Chilchuck gives you a spot of hope.

Just a run-in with a bicorn can really change your perspective…  Chilchuck actually asked if he could talk, just one-on-one, with you.

You had to contain yourself from exploding when you accepted, following behind him into a nearby corridor.  You pretend to ignore Marcille’s giggles and Izutsumi’s sigh and eyeroll. 

Just had to hold your breath…

Chilchuck turns to you, looking apprehensive.  You do appreciate his progress of trying to be a bit more open to people.  You’re always his number one supporter without even being coddling…  He takes a breath looking up at you.  If you only knew what you did to him with each round of praise and appreciation. …Well, only one way to get there, yeah? He says your name with a weight.  One you’re not able to put to name.  “I haven’t been… entirely honest with you,” he tells you. Your chest tightens and you feel your blood run cold.  “What… What do you mean?” “Nothing bad!”  He’s quick to ease your fears with a desperate wave of his hands.  He’s still working on this, and you can tell from how red his face gets that he’s definitely struggling with this.  You watch his Adam’s apple (small, but noticeable if you stare long enough) (not like you have) bob as he gulps. His gloved hands take yours.  You try your hardest not to blush. “You know how I keep telling you that you should get ahead?  Promote yourself to join the parties of more experienced adventurers?” “Yeah…?” “I was trying to push you away.”  He looks away from you, ashamed.  “So you don’t get any closer.  I also know… how you feel about me.” You’re back to feeling horrified beyond your wits. He's definitely going to reject you.  “I thought you said this wasn’t anything bad!” “I’m getting to it!”  He shoots back with the same increase in volume.  His nerves are getting the better of him. “Then by all means,” you say, “get to it!” Chilchuck’s hands over yours are shaking.  His mouth opens once more, but only a silent quiver of his vocal cords comes out.  He isn’t even looking at you anymore.  You probably think the worst of him by now, after all this time of trying his best to look his best, the image of professionalism. You know what?  Fuck this heart-to-heart stuff.  Marcille’s advice was shoddy from the start. The action is sudden.  Chilchuck unlaced his fingers from yours, and before you could process it, his hands on your shoulders, pushing you down to his height. And he’s kissing you.  A bit feverishly and you really would have thought he’d be a bit better at this considering his experience– But you kiss back, easing into it after your shocked “mmph!?”  He still definitely owes you for putting you through the five stages of grief twice though. Chilchuck breaks apart, and as you recover from your shock, he sighs and smiles slightly.  His face is nearly glowing from the heat; you can feel it quite plainly. “The feeling’s mutual,” he whispers.

[fumifooms]

I never would have considered marchil before but after seeing ur blog my mind has shifted and I’m obsessed, honestly i don’t know how it isn’t more popular their dynamic is great

I am hungry for good fics on AO3 and I humbly (desperately) await ur next marchil upload😭

I knoww right they interact all the time and have such chemistry… It’s baffling. I’m glad you’ve hopped on board, ahoy matey!!

Big news, I am working on:

Marchil March… Be prepared. I’m gonna advertize it soon but it’s gonna be in two weeks. Time flies aaaa (Thank you reblogger, you know who you are <3)

Also while I’m here, I’ve been trying to find a catchy ship name for them, contributions and votes welcome. A buddy has thought of Short Fuse which is sooo perfect, but another fandom’s already using it so hmm. Closed Book… MagicLock... Detonation. something something implode (bc he bottles things up) explode (boom boom. Traps and spells). Explosive Trap? SpellTrap/entrap spell… Matching pouches/small pouches? Magic Touch, bc he’s very agile with his fingers being a picklock and all... I am struggling. Something storybook/trope themed?

Some memes to keep you snacking through the wait. Second meme textpost from here. Hungover Chil be like

The ship is growing! More and more people are liking it! Just yesterday on the dunmeshi discord people entertained the thought of it and went from comedy to ungodly levels of angst lol

I’m working on another long marchil oneshot rn!! This is alongside working on shorter fics, fanart and tumblr posts but I’m hoping that Marchil March will get my gears running and productive

[bafflegab-z]

making an updated pinned HOORAY

elliot/baff (agender it/its) adult auADHD + plural! warning I will not shut the fuck up ever

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[dumb-hat]

LFRP - Evander Winsome

Perpetually trapped between a sense of idleness and reckless, impulsive abandon, Evander never met a bad idea he didn’t want to take out to dinner. He’s done his level best to leave a dark past behind, but he can’t help it if the air feels cooler and the light a little brighter when you’re standing in the shade. It used to be that every day broke with him begging the question “Just how bored do I wanna be?” Now, he can’t seem to catch a godsdamn break. That’s okay though, theft adventure keeps the ennui at bay.

THE BASICS –––

Name: Evander Winsome

Age: 27

Nameday: 12th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Midlander Hyur

Gender: Male

Alignment: Chaotic Good, though he’s not always convinced on the “Good” part.

Marital Status: “It’s complicated. I mean, it’s not complicated to me, but everyone else seems to think it is."

Server: Balmung

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE –––

Hair: Chestnut Brown; looks to be in perpetual need of a trim

Eyes: Amber

Height: 5′9

Build: Evander has a swimmer’s physique: Long, lean, broad-shouldered and tapering to a narrow waist. Given his lifestyle, he might have trouble maintaining that as he gets older, but for now he’s gifted with a metabolism that lets him get away with precious little intentional maintenance.

Common Accessories: Far too many flasks; ignition keys and controls for various vehicles and small automata; his drone, Valencia; his dumb hat; a gold pendant in the shape of a swan, its neck crooked long; lockpicks; a multitool or three.

PERSONAL –––

Profession: Evander will admit to being a courier, a searcher, a seeker,  a finder or something along those lines. If you need something, he can track it down and get it from one place to another. He doesn’t think of himself as much of a fighter, but he’s growing more comfortable with bodyguard work. He’s also a picklock, a safecracker and a burglar, though he’s not as quick to advertise all that.

Hobbies: He loves being around people, and he loves indulging. As far as he’s concerned, drinking and eating count as hobbies. Left to his own devices, he’s a tinker,  an avid reader (particularly of romance novels, particularly the works of Quill Quivers [@worldofquillquivers​] and Summer Bellmayne [@thefreelanceangel​]), and often fond of especially stupid wagers, though straightforward gambling doesn't interest him as much.

Languages: He’s only fluent in Eorzean Common but he knows a smattering of Old Elezen and loves picking up bits and pieces of whatever he can along the way.

Residence: His Goblet apartment is under near-constant renovation. He’s got a room he rents from his Free Company, but it’s barely furnished aside from an astonishing array of liquor bottles, shipping crates and a huge canopy bed.

Birthplace: Limsa Lominsa

Patron Deity: He’s always personally felt a call toward Nymeia and Byregot, but feels its his duty to venerate Oschon, for some reason. He doesn’t much like to talk about it.

RELATIONSHIPS –––

Spouse: “I thought we went over this?”

Children: “Gods, I hope not.”

Parents: “Never knew ‘em.”

Siblings: “My brother raised me. I wish he was still here. You’d have liked him.”

Other Relatives: “Nope. None that I know of. That whole ‘orphan’ thing, y’know?”

Pets: “I take care of a monstrous, wonderful little sheep named Doctor One and a surprisingly intelligent smallshell named Saint Barnabus, who seems to have recently taken on another crab named Klaus as a tenant. There’s also my little drone, Valencia. A lot of people might not count her, but I do.”

TRAITS –––

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––

Smoking Habit:  Definitely not a habit. He might take something if offered, but he won’t seek it out on his own and he’s more likely to politely decline.

Drugs: Yes. Not anything and everything, and not all the time, but yes. Doors were made to be open, and that includes the doors of perception.

Alcohol: Evander doesn’t have a drinking problem except for when he can’t get a drink.

RP HOOKS –––

Contemptible Youth: Evander grew up amongst a gang of orphans in Limsa Lominsa. Were you a fellow Limsan wharf rat? Were you a criminal? Did you just spend a lot of time in the wrong parts of town? It’s been a while, but you might recognize him.

Easy Mark: Evander often finds it easier to fly under the radar and avoid notice. To this end, he often tries to exude an air of hapless gullibility. Feel free to try and rope him into some con or scheme!

Yeah, Okay: These are Evander’s words to live by. It’s not that he can’t say no, so much as he’s learned that “yes” is usually the more interesting answer. Catch him in the right mood, and he’s likely to go along with almost any hare-brained plan.

Old Habits Die Hard: A part of him yearns to live a good, decent, upright life. The problem is that part of him gets bored very quickly. Lately, he’s found himself increasingly likely to drawn to less-than-legal endeavors to keep himself occupied. 

People Person: Whether it’s meeting someone new, getting to know an old friend better, or even making a new rival, frenemy or worse, he just loves people at the end of the day. Don’t be shy. You don’t need an excuse. Just come say hi!

CONTACT INFORMATION  –––

It’s not too hard to get a hold of me through tumblr. I mean, you’re already here, aren’t you? Just shoot me a message!

If you see me in game, I love walk ups, drive-bys, tells, whatever! Please, by all means feel free to say something, whether you want to interact in character or just say hi! It almost always makes my day.

I have Discord and I usually really like RPing there, though I kind of like to get to chat a little through another venue first. I sometimes, very rarely, wander through one of the big Discord servers out there, and if you find me out in the wild you can feel free to say hi there, too.

Finally, I’m based in the US (CST, GMT-6) but work most weeknight evenings and spend much of my weekends doing TTRPG stuff. My work is often flexible that I can chat or RP, or even get in game from time to time, but it's not always a given. It might sound like I'm hard to get a hold of, but I'm almost always happy to have a chat. If you catch me in game, you should definitely come say hello!

Notes –––

You can find Evander’s carrd here.

If you want to read some of the stuff I’ve written, you can check my spotty participation in the FFXIVWrite 2020 challenge right here. my even spottier 2021 here, and my surprisingly decent 2022 over here. I might have some alts here soon. You never know!

If you want to be bothered by my OOC blog, you'll find that over at @justlikethefish.

[aurumjank]

I decided that, since it's Friday 13th, it would be symbolic to watch the last episode of Wednesday today. It's the 8th episode! Let's go!

⚠️ Warning for spoilers if you still haven't watched the show ⚠️

Oh, a story about Tyler's mother! Exactly what I was asking about just last episode! Great 😃

Oookay, he's a good actor. Both Tyler and Hunter Doohan (the guy who portraits him). That was some impressive change of emotions 😳💜

"Enid...the mark you have left on me is indelible. Anytime I grow nauseous at the sight of a rainbow or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, I'll think of you." That's so sweet 🤧 And: "Not hugging is kind of our thing" It definitely is 😊 So cute.

Yes, yes, yes! It's Thornhill! I knew it! Oh, you can't imagine the crazy dance I'm doing right now 😂

That's not Tyler, isn't it? It's principal shape-shifted to get evidence from Ms. Thornhill. Right? YES! Oh... Oh no... Principal Weems... 😢

Will Enid wolf out and help save the day? I sure hope so 🤩

Having picklock in your boot seems more and more beneficial with more TV shows and movies I watch 🤔

Did Crackstone really just stabbed her and left without checking out if she actually died? I thought he wanted to get a revenge or something... Like, "see the life slowly leaving her" or "fully enjoy taste the victory" or something 😕 And where's the long (like few minutes long) bad guy's monologue? Both Crackstone and Thornhill (or should I call her Gates?) were really quick and laconic, talking while doing something else. How unvillainous of them. I'm both happy for breaking stereotypes and disappointed...

Enid wolfed out just in time 🐺 Go, girl!

Wednesday had stepped in the way of an arrow. She is a kind soul, even if she's socially awkward 😄 (I will never get tired of repeating this)

The Lord of the Flies, but it's the Lord of the Bees 😂 I knew I liked Eugene for some reason!

They hugged! Wednesday's hugging Enid back! 🥹 I'm crying right now (literally. Yes I'm sensitive like this)

Did Xavier buy her a phone? Please, that would be amazing 😂 (Yes, he did. Hilarious)

The ending is perfect. The suspense is going to be killing me slowly until next season 😳

And while titles are rolling I'm going to write a conclusion.

Well, what can I say... It was good. I'll definitely be waiting for the next season. I liked the detective part of it. It was amazing to try and guess who's the bad guy (and I'm actually pretty proud of myself for guessing right 👉👈). There wasn't a lot of relationship drama, which is nice (it's a show about teenagers, I was dreading more of it). Enid and Wednesday's dynamic is great - they're two opposites who can learn from each other. Eugene and Wednesday's friendship is nice - their sticking up for each other. The fact that Wednesday is getting friends (I was going to say more, but that wouldn't be accurate, she didn't have any at the beginning of the show), but still remains herself, is wonderful. Just like Xavier said "Being your friend should come with a warning label". She's not perfect, but they're accepting her for who she is and in return she accepts them. That's how real friendships work 😊

Overall, I liked it and it might even be worth rewatching ��

[the-single-element]

Good morning, and happy Easter.

Yes, it's still Easter. Not with the same intensity as last Sunday (the last day of the Easter "Octave"), and certainly not with the intensity of Easter Sunday itself. But the season of Easter lasts about as long as the season of Lent. It stands to reason; we have a lot of rejoicing to do! And so, we continue to hear stories about Jesus as he was after his resurrection, when the disciples - trying to understand what had happened - are repeatedly met by Jesus at the moments they least expect him.

This week, in particular, the readings focus on that attempt to make sense of the miracle that we remembered and celebrated two weeks ago. They show Peter, filled with the Holy Spirit at Shavuot and speaking in words that defy the normal limitations of human communication, preaching in the streets of Jerusalem about what Jesus's resurrection accomplished, using the words of the Psalmists and the prophet Joel to explain what had occurred, and how it relates to the

But something about how he said it is lost in translation now. We don't get the benefit of the original miracle; Luke's account of this moment amid the birth pangs of the Church is written his usual literary Greek, not words that cut through to the soul through language barriers and convince three thousand people to be baptised on the spot. We, like the Apostles were in the early days after the Resurrection but before Pentecost, are left with a frustratingly partial picture.

And nowhere is that partial picture more frustrating than in today's excerpt from Luke's good news.

It feels like it shouldn't be frustrating, y'know? It's a beautiful scene, a beautiful story of Jesus's reunion and reconnection with his disciples, of him restoring their hope.

But if some of Peter's Spirit-inspired preaching is lost in translation... that's still nothing compared to what Jesus said, there, on the road to Emmaus. Those disciples got the whole package, the comprehensive explanation - how it all fits together, the Jewish prophets right alongside Christ’s new paradigm.

As for us? We have to somehow content ourselves with what Luke actually wrote down of the conversation. Which is... almost nothing. Somehow, by the time reports of that conversation made their way to him, the actual content had vanished, and all he could report was the metadata: the topics discussed, the effect after Jesus vanishes again. It feels like reading a mystery novel, and getting to the end, and reading “and Picklock Holes explained to them all how Snidely Whiplash had committed the crime, and the clues that undoubtably proved his guilt.” That’s all well and good, but couldn’t you tell us that reasoning too?!

...there’s so much of what happened, back then, that we don’t know about here and now.

Stories lost to time. Details John’s account alludes to, when it ends with “there wouldn’t be enough books in the whole world to tell the whole story”.

Maybe that’s why this week’s story and its lacuna is paired with Peter’s later letter: a reminder that, as precious as the Resurection was, it’s not like God isn’t telling us things today, too. The revelation continues. Just as the past has much it didn’t have time or bandwidth to pass on to us, God has much to tell us, now, that Jesus didn’t have time or bandwidth to explain to his own disciples.

Indeed, that’s the point of Penecost - the next feast of this season.

So maybe that’s the theme of this week’s Easter celebration: to rejoice that we, too, as those ransomed by Christ, have a God who still draws near to us, who still speaks to us. Perhaps we don't always recognize, at first, what he's saying, or that he's the one saying it. Perhaps it's only after the fact that we realize what we've heard. But once we realize... what a blessing! What new and wonderful things we'll discover, if only we open our ears to listen.

[virgosahel]

Luz Appreciation Week 2022 - Day 1: Dominican Republic Culture

Hey people, next saturday The Owl House will come back, but in the meantime, what's better than a week all dedicated to our favourite human? We'll start today with a story that explores her culture, and I hope I did a good job. I'm italian, so I had only the Great Internet to help me: if I did something wrong (or if you see any grammatical errors), please tell me.

Have fun!

A Day Like No Other

Another day had started in the Boiling Isles, and so its inhabitants were getting ready to face the countless misadventures that the magical place had in store for them.

“KID, WAKE UP!”

Well, almost everyone was getting ready.

Luz did not hear Eda, nor the banging on her door, apparently. When the Owl Lady tried for the umpteenth time to wake her up without receiving a response, she decided that her right of privacy was revoked. She pulled a picklock from her mane and leaned toward the keyhole. In a matter of seconds, the door was open.

“Ok Luz, don’t make me call Hooty to shake yo-”

She stayed on the doorstep, her hand still on the doorknob. Luz was already up and dressed, and that was the first signal that something was wrong: when she didn’t have school, the girl tended to stay in her PJ’s until she had a big, sugary breakfast with King. Not only she hadn’t eat yet, but she was sitting in her window, staring at her cellphone – not the little communicator she uses to send sappy text to little Boots (another bad sign), but the human device that she knew for sure can’t send messages without a working portal. Luz was staring at it with unfocused eyes, a neutral expression on her face and a hand pressing on her stomach, like it hurt her.

“Hey kiddo, are you good?” Eda set foot in the room, with the intention of shake herself the girl if she wouldn’t respond soon. But she probably stepped in her peripheral vision because Luz jumped out of the window, hiding the cellphone behind her back.

“Eda! I didn’t hear you…” She scratched her neck and made a nervous giggle, hoping to sound natural and casual.

She failed.

“Yeah, I figured it out when I called you forty times and I had to pick the door. Since when you lock the door?”

“I just, you know, wanted some privacy…”

Again, another bad sign: when Luz isolates herself, it’s because she doesn’t want to share something, usually important and about her well-being. But before Eda could open her mouth to express her concerns, Luz ran outside the room, and she could swear that she heard the kid sniffled on her way out.

Yep, something was definitively wrong.

***

Luz managed to delay the conversation that Eda desperately wanted to have with her, non without difficulty. She had to invent all sorts of excuses, and she even started to clean Hooty by herself to avoid the witch; but she knew she couldn’t do it all day. She needed something to get Eda out of the house, so that she could sort her feelings alone and just… pretend that today was a day like any other.

“You wanna try to make a new portal door right now?”

“Well, not like immediately…” Luz said, looking at everything but Eda’s eyes. “But I really hoped we could work on it as soon as possible, so that I could see my mom again…”

It wasn’t a total lie. Luz wanted to see her mother; but at the same time, she didn’t want to say goodbye to all the amazing people she met in the Boiling Isles. She wasn’t really thrilled by the idea of a new portal door but asking Eda to search the parts for building it was the best idea she had in mind to distract her.

“Well, I guess we can go to the market and get all the ingredients to make the green liquid, an-”

Now the tricky part.

“Actually, I was thinking we could split up the work– you know, to not lose too much time: you and King could go to the market, while I search through your junk to see if we have any other useful stuff.”

Eda didn’t like the idea, at all. Narrowing her eyes, she leaned towards the girl.

“Are you sure?” Eda asked. She could tell that Luz didn’t have the force to walk all day, but her guts were telling her to not leave the girl alone. “We need to go up and down all Bonesborough, we’ll surely bump in your friends and little Boots.”

Luz nodded, an arm around her own waist and her eyes still avoiding Eda. A silence settled for a few seconds. She was sure that her plan had failed, at that point; then Eda shouted for King to prepare. Luz watched the two walk out the door but before she closed it, Eda turned back to face her. She looked like she wanted to say something to her; but in the end, she gave Luz a soft smile, and wave her goodbye.

Luz let out a long breath. She was finally alone: no King asking her to play ‘war strategies’ with him, no Eda trying to make her talk…

“HEY LUUUUZ!”

Oh no.

“Hooty…” She’d completely forgot about him. He stretched himself enough to enveloped her with his body, and crushed her in his special ‘Hooty Hug’

“Eda just told me that you needed me as assistant. And as your friend, I will do anything in my power to help through all your problems!”

“Thanks, Hooty, but…”

“There are no buts in friendship!”

“But…” Luz tried to come up with something to distract him. After a while, she was struck by an idea. “But I do need your help.”

Hooty gasped loudly and set Luz free from his hug.

“What do you need? Have I the time to bake some cookies?”

“Maybe later.” Luz said. She walked towards a window and pointed at the trees that surrounded the Owl House. “But now, I need you to find me the best leaf in the world. I don’t care how long it takes, just be sure that the leaf you’ll choose is perfect.”

“I WON’T LET YOU DOWN, LUZ!”

And with that scream, Hooty rushed out in the forest, eager to help. He started a loop in which he would find a leaf, declared it was perfect and then gasped a second later, tossed it away and took another leaf, for then start all over again. Luz watched the scene till she was sure that he would not return home soon.

An hour later, Hooty was still searching the best leaf, while Luz was heading to the basement. After spending that time looking to some old photos and that little calendar notification that made her heart lost a beat that morning, she needed to do something to rest her eyes; and since she told Eda that she’d seek the items for the portal door, she decided to give a look at the mound of garbage/treasure that was hiding in the basement.

She couldn’t believe she had forgot about today…

In her defense, she had to deal with a lot of things in these months; but that didn’t mean that it was hurting less.

Most of the things in the basement were useless, creepy or both, like the one-eyed dummy on wheels that she always forgets it’s in the left corner of the room, and that makes her shiver every time she sees it. Today was no exception. After recovering from the fright, she started roaming in the room. She spent a good half hour clearing the center of the floor to move easily and collecting all the thing she needed in a cardboard box. She was almost done, when she accidentally pushed a plank, causing the collapse of a shelf. She saw the objects it held roll all over the floor: a worn-out hat, a couple of spring glasses and some CDs. One of this caught Luz’s attention. She dropped everything she had and leaned to take it. It had a picture of some men with various instruments, and above them were the title: Merengue Mix.

She stared at it for a while, like in trance. And still in that state she got up and went to a little stereo she saw early. Luz put the CD and listen it spinning inside the stereo; then the music started.

She wasn’t sure she knew that song, but she still could feel her feet ready to jump, like she already knew how the song went. She followed the sound of the güira, the accordion and the tambora with her shoulders, and before she realized it, she was dancing. She spun around the room and look again at the dummy but this time, she didn’t feel creeped. She took it and dressed it with the things she had near: the hat, the glasses, and a shaggy red feather boa. She pulled it closer to her and started dancing with her new partner. While the music went on, she closed her eyes; if she couldn’t cast an illusion spell, then she would rely on the power of her imagination.

Luz reopened her eyes, and now the basement was gone, replaced by a hall decorated in blue, white and red. The music was now played by a live band, and all around her there were loads of dancers, all with a familiar face: all her primos, Tìa Lola and Tìo Carlos; even her abuela was on the floor, with her walking frame. She saw the tables at the back of the hall, and even if they were distant, she could smell the food on them: guisados, sancocho, pastelòn and a mountain of sweets were making her mouthwatering.

And in front of her, instead of the dummy, was her mother, in a beautiful dress that matched the decoration of the place. She was stunning: she’d always been a better dancer than her, and she was giving all her soul in this moment. She could look at her forever. They danced together for what it felt like hours, and she knew that they could have last even longer…

But then the stereo decided that she had enough fun and died.

Luz was once again in the basement of the Owl House, and in front of her there was the same creepy dummy as before; but now it seemed almost alive to her eyes.

“LUZ, I FOUND IT, I FOUND THE PERFECT LEAF AND – OH MY GOSH, A BUG!”

She heard Hooty swallow something. Then he started crying for having destroyed the precious leaf. Luz decided to go upstairs and soothe him before he tried to detach himself from the house again. She went up the stairs but before she left the room, she looked behind her; she looked at the stereo, and at the dummy.

She knew that it’d lasted just for a couple of minutes and was only in her head but… Luz was glad she’d had a nice quinceañera, after all.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Why are you drinking red bull?

Johnny Storm x Male Reader

Summary - Johnny wants alone time with his boyfriend but it doesn't go as planned.

Johnny and his team are fighting Harley Quinn and the Joker. Johnny doesn't like them, he finds them annoying but he hates the Joker the most. He almost had the capture the Joker but the Joker used acid to hurt Johnny but he used his fire to trap him but the Joker managed to get away from Johnny.

“Almost had him!” Johnny growled.

“We will get them next time,” Sue said.

“I know. I want to punch him again. I don't like Harley Quinn either, she is crazy” Johnny said.

“They are a perfect match,” Sue said.

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Johnny rushed to his apartment and started to decorate, trying to make it romantic. He did order take out from the best restaurant, he starts to set up the table and he tried to gift wrap your gift. Today is your anniversary of being with Johnny for one year. Johnny takes a quick shower and he picks out his best outfit. He checks his phone and he can't stop smiling.

You have been away for almost two weeks. Once Johnny opened the door, he quickly wrapped his arms around you tightly. He starts to kiss you and you have your arms around him.

“I missed you so much!” Johnny said.

“I missed you too, babe,” You said.

You noticed what Johnny did to his place, you are feeling loved by him. He showed you the food he bought, he can't keep his hands off you. He hugs you from behind and he kissed your neck.

“Babe, stay here for a few days. I really missed you and we have to catch up on time we missed” Johnny said.

“I would stay here,” You said.

You turned and he can't stop smiling. He gently touches your cheek and he kissed you again.

✬ ✯ ✫ ✯

You are lying on the bed on your back and Johnny is on top of you. The kiss is filled with passion and his hand under your shirt, he starts to kiss your neck then goes back kissing your lips. He takes off his shirt and you touch his chest.

You and Johnny hear a knock on the door but ignored it. Harley picklock the door and you hear Bruce laughing.

“What was that,” Johnny said.

“Oh no,” You said.

Harley kicked the door open.

“Harley!” You yelled.

“You know her!?” Johnny yelled.

Harley’s hyena laughed and he got on the bed. Johnny moved away because he got scared and Bruce starts to lick your face. You give Johnny his shirt and he puts it on.

“Y/N... How do you know her!?” Johnny asked.

“You are dating him!? Ewww!” Harley said.

“Johnny... This is my older sister Harley Quinn and her pet hyena Bruce” You said.

“We are always trying to stop her and her crazy boyfriend Joker. I would have never guessed she is your sister” Johnny said.

“He dumped me” Harley cried.

“Oh that is good news,” You said.

You tried to hug her but she smacked your arm. But she did let you hug her and she started to cry. Harley started to ramble on about the joker and you pretended to care for that moment.

“You are better without him. He is a piece of crap. You deserve much better than him, right Johnny” You said.

He shrugged and sighed “Your brother is right. There are better men... Or women out there you don't need that loser”

Harley wiped her tears away.

“You guys mean it?” Harley asked.

“Yes,” You and Johnny said.

“Can I stay? I don't have anywhere else to stay. We can... Have smores and a sleepover?” Harley asked.

“Actually, no. I want some alone time with your brother y/n” Johnny said.

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” Harley plead.

You grabbed Johnny’s hand and took him to the kitchen.

“I know you and my sister have a history together. Please let her stay just for tonight, I can't kick out my sister” You said.

“Okay, she can stay but promise you will make it up to me,” Johnny said.

“I promise I will make it up to you. You are the best” you said.

“Yeah, I know I'm the best. But why you didn't tell me she is your sister” Johnny said.

“Not everyone would understand. And half of the city is after her. I only have my sister who is family to me. I hope this doesn't change anything between us” You said.

“Y/N, I care about you a lot that won't change because your sister is a criminal with a pet hyena. I still like you and I have a hot boyfriend” Johnny smiled.

“Yeah, I have a boyfriend too,” You said.

Johnny winked and he kissed you.

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You and Johnny do try to cheer up Harley. She promised not to get back with the Joker, you believe her. Johnny isn't comfortable with Bruce being around. You start to pet Bruce while Johnny and Harley make smores.

“Fire boy, hurt my baby brother and I will cut your dick off,” Harley said and she is holding a knife.

“Harley, I promise I won't hurt your brother. So please put the knife down” Johnny said.

“Good” Harley smiled.

“And my name is not fire boy,” Johnny said.

You start to the smores. You and Johnny keep making Harley feel better about herself. She did cry again and Bruce tried to lick Johnny’s face, Bruce laughed.

[mercurial-madhouse]

@oldbay-on-apples asked, I wish you would write a fic where characters of your choice are spies and trying to escape a facility with the blueprints they need!

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See my point of view (As someone staring back at you)

“We’re in, Haz.” 

Louis’s voice transmits through his earpiece. The tech relies on sound vibrations, picking up the resonance of Louis’s vocal cords so that, even though they can all hear him clearly, on Louis’s end his words are below a whisper. 

“Surprisingly, I can see that.” Harry scans the multiple video feeds on the screen before him. Louis, Picklock, top left; Niall, Ammunition, bottom left; Liam, Data Encryption, bottom right. 

Top right: blank. Where his feed should be. 

Louis’s face pops into Liam’s camera long enough for him to wiggle his eyebrows. All black looks so damn good on him. “How’m I supposed to know you weren’t mid-kip, old man?”

Harry tears his gaze away from Louis before his attention is compromised. Louis’s only two years older than he is and he’s been arse over tit for the footie player-turned-spy since they met years ago. But feelings cloud judgement, a potentially fatal threat too dangerous to dare in their line of work. He eyes the silver-tipped black cane leaning against the table next to him.

Current mobility status: severely limited.

“Promised Payno he wouldn’t have to babysit you alone,” he mutters without missing a beat.

Louis screws his features up then disappears from Liam’s screen, clearly shoved aside. Light glints off the camera implanted in the thin film of the eye-contact he’s wearing that’s allowing Harry to see their views. The nanotech Liam used to create it and their earpieces is too valuable to risk discovery by foreign governments. Any indication of compromise they must destroy the only lifeline Harry has to them.

Frustration tenses his muscles and tweaks the bulging disc between vertebrae L4 and L5. A lance of pain shoots up his spine. He raps a button on the keyboard. A fourth feed appears, the hijacked surveillance camera on the front gate with views of the Russian security guard manning the video booth.

Niall’s already detached from the other two. He oversees the perimeter. In complete silence he’s setting up remote-controlled explosives, the failsafe to create chaos should the other two need help during the extraction. Liam and Louis are silent. Harry watches like a video game without a controller as they scale the rear wall and infiltrate the building through the massive heating duct. 

As rogue operatives, their only link back to MI6 is a non-existent papertrail: an agent simply known as Z (probably because Q was already taken). The most dangerous jobs go to them, the ones MI6 can’t chance having connected back to the British government if the four of them are compromised on a mission.

If the window of opportunity to sneak into the Kremlin for a specific set of blueprints only known as TMH-11 weren’t closing fast, they might have waited for Harry to heal. All it’d taken was an unfortunate twist on their last mission in Bulgaria and he’d slipped a disc. He’s certain a gunshot to the back would be less painful. Louis had barely kept him on his feet to get to safety.

The silver world surrounding Louis and Liam steadies. For a few seconds Harry can see them both as they look at each other.

Liam glances at his watch. He’s spent months logging the patrols for the building and knows the timing by memory. 

“Six minutes, Tommo. No more.”

Louis nods. A breath, then they lift the ceiling grate aside. Liam finds leverage, planting his feet, gloved hands tight around the rope as Louis hovers towards the ground. The red laser lines criss-crossing the entire area as thin as trip-wires. 

Harry releases a breath when Louis’s feet touch down soundlessly, just before the tiny metal boxes all stacked like mailroom slots at a post office. The grid’s so small Louis’s got to keep his knees locked together. Even then, barely a centimetre separates him from discovery.

He works efficiently on the lock for box TMH-11, tools so tiny they make his slim fingers look even more slender. The miniscule flame of the blowtorch matches the alarm lasers in width. 

“Two minutes, eight seconds,” Liam says, tone even.

Plenty of time.

Louis is silent. He doesn’t answer when he’s concentrating. All of them know he’s heard.

The flame flares once. Louis cuts it off, pocketing the tools. He eases the door open, peering inside.

Motion on the screen catches Harry’s attention. The security guard’s feet have landed flat, squinting at the video monitor in front of him. His hand hovers over a call button, lips moving.

“Possible indeterminate error,” Harry warns. “Lou, get out now.”

Louis slides a cylinder from the box. At least a metre long, he slips it up to Liam.

“I’ve got movement,” Niall reports.

“Tommo, now,” Liam hisses.

Louis clicks the box closed. There’s no time to get the lock back into place. Footsteps fuzz through Liam and Louis’s earpieces. Pain surges through Harry’s back as he lurches forward, staring at Louis’s feed. Louis’s gaze whips over his shoulder towards the closed door of the vault.

“Lou, get out!”

Liam appears on Louis’s screen. Louis’s silent, but whatever he says to Liam with a look has Liam shaking his head.

Harry’s seen this too many times in his nightmares. They know their orders. They know what’s most important. “Lou, you still have time. Go.”

“Get that cache to Niall,” Louis whispers. He detaches the line from his back.

“Lou!” Harry shouts, in time with Liam. “Niall, code one. On my command.”

“Copy this.”

“Payno, go.” In Louis’s feed, Liam looks too far away. It’s not the distance that’s the enemy, it’s getting Louis through the grid without tripping the alarm. It’s precision that can’t be done quickly. The moment they trip the alarm the whole building goes on lockdown, cutting Liam off too.

Liam curses. Louis’s face vanishes in his screen, replaced by the cord Liam’s hauling up, then the descent of darkness as he closes the vent.

Heart racing, Harry splits his attention between Liam and Louis, anxiously tracking Liam’s progress back through the building. Louis doesn’t move except to press his forehead against the wall of metal, completely still. He can’t risk alerting the guards or sounding the alarm before Liam’s far enough out.

“Lou, he’s on the roof.” Harry doesn’t need to whisper, but his voice comes out soft anyway. “It’s only four metres to the door.”

If anyone can get out, it’s Louis. He’s as expert at slipping through tight spaces as he is at picking every lock. Harry refuses to believe he can’t find a way through these.

Louis pushes out a slow breath, loud enough for Harry to hear through the wire. “I won’t make it, Haz. You know I can’t risk it.”

Fuck. Fuck. This possibility isn’t a surprise. They’ve got hundreds of contingency plans and this one is no different. Once Liam successfully drops the cache with Niall, he’ll go back for Louis. 

“Payno, report.”

“Three minutes.”

Three minutes to get to Niall and back. A dangerous gamble.

“Think you could go a mite faster there, Payno?” Louis mutters, voice light despite the tightness.

Another man has joined the security guard. They’re pointing at one of the feeds. Harry’s heart thuds as dread washes over him, pulse pumping in his jugular. 

“Damnit, I should be—”

“Right where the fuck you are,” Louis cuts him off, an edge to his words. They soften. Something indescribable leaks into his tone and slicks Harry’s palms with sweat. “Right where you need to be, Haz.”

“I need to be with you.” The words are out before Harry can stop them, but it’s the truth. If Harry were there this wouldn’t be an issue. He should be getting Louis out while Liam runs the line. They operate in pairs for a reason.

Louis hasn’t moved at all. His control is impressive. Off the clock he’s all manic energy. On a job every move he makes is precise and carefully thought out. None of them could possibly fill his role.

“One minute,” Liam reports. He’s scaling to the roof.

Footsteps echo through the corridor behind Louis. Russian voices, too far for the mic to pick up, so the internal translator won’t work. They stop outside the door. The bleeps of a keypad.

A torpedo of terror surges into Harry’s chest and ruptures.

“Hazza—”

“Niall, now! Liam, go!”

“Haz, I’m sorry... I’m in love with you.”

Niall’s explosives detonate. Louis’s feed goes dark. Harry’s heart gets caught in the blast.

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(Ok, I tried so hard to make this a drabble of 500 words. Then 1k. It wasn’t meant to be. This is the story the characters told me. I hope it fits the bill, love! I do enjoy me some spy AUs even though this is my first to write! Love my action and adventure!)

Have something else you’d like to see me write? Go wild! Pairing, situation, feeling… Send me an ask (anon or not) completing the sentence ‘I wish you’d write a fic where…’

Superpowers Drabble

Invisible Drabble

Only one bed (H-POV)

Only one bed (L-POV)

ABO new-omega!Louis drabble that became a fic on AO3.

[grimm-writings]

hihi >_< could i request chilchuck x reader, maybe with reader flirting with him constantly, and then getting flustered when he actually decides to flirt back?

“what a flirt!”

…ft! chilchuck x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, suggestive comments, grimm trying so hard not to make the flirting sound cring, mention of chilchuck's wife

…wc! 698

…notes! my stupid doodle of chil with an iron is at 4203 notes at the time of writing my fic blog reputation has been squandered by the shitpost… but i finally got motivation do actually WRITE who cheered!!!! hope you enjoy and apologies for the wait!!

“Gosh, Chil, with those hands of yours you could easily please a partner!”

With his back turned away from you all you can hear from the picklock doing his job is a very deep inhale.  You can’t miss the way the tips of his ears glow red, even in the dim dungeon light.  You know there’s a ‘rule’ to not disturb the half-foot as he works but… goodness it’s just too tempting!  It’s not like there’s any harm in it!

When Chilchuck finishes his task he stands up and glares at you pointedly.  You return it with a bright smile.  “Thank you very much!” you chorus with the party oh, so politely.  The rest have partially given up on convincing you to not say or do anything while Chlichuck is busy.  He still gets the job done, at least…

Travels continue, and you find yourself trying to match a tall half-foot’s pace.  You have to slow down considerably but in your head all you can think about is how adorable Chilchuck might look if he tried to match your pace instead.

Right as you were about to drift off into fantasy, Chilchuck cleared his throat.  “You got somethin’ to say or is your head in the clouds again?”

You giggle.  “No, just thinking about how handsome you are.”  Once more, you relish in how flustered Chilchuck gets, attempting to speed walk ahead of you and start up a chat with Laios instead.

It’s so irritating.  Chilchuck can’t say or do anything without you making some kind of dumb comment!  He’s convinced even in a life or death situation you’d find some way to make him choke on his words and stumble.  You probably would let it happen if it means you can get the jump on him and humiliate him once again!

Before Chilchuck knows it he’s gritting his teeth together, his seething not going unnoticed.  Laios says quietly enough so you aren’t quite able to pick out what’s being said, “why not fight fire with fire?”

It’s an alright suggestion, sure, but that means… having to flirt back with you.  Chilchuck doesn’t know what constitutes flirting really.  His old flame used to say that he only ever honeyed her up when he’s a few drinks in.  Is that really what it will take to get you off his ass?

His question would be answered just a few hours later.  Combat isn’t Chilchuck’s forte, so once again he’s hiding behind some rock somewhere, slightly elevated off the floor.  That way he could avoid any collateral damage.

So he hoped at least.  A swing of a tail from the creature, slamming on the rock floor, proves him otherwise.  The ground collapses beneath Chilchuck and for a second he internally laments that he’s going to acquire another spot of brain damage.

But he doesn’t.  Instead, your arms easily catch underneath his knees and torso, holding him almost like a bride.  It’s you, and you look just so relieved, off guard.

Almost on instinct, Chilchuck lets the words slip.

“Looks like I fell for you.”

It’s so awful.  It’s so pathetic.  At least your pick–up lines were actually creative.  He almost wishes you’d let him break a bone or two.  Marcille’s healing might actually hurt less.

What he doesn’t expect at all is how your face deepens in colour and dusts across your face and cheeks, how your eyes widen and your jaw hangs open.  In your hold, Chilchuck feels your arms shaking.  Chilchuck only had to think for a second before realising that you seriously can’t take what you dish out.

The smug, brash grin that makes its way onto his face could infuriate anyone else, but you just feel your knees buckle.  “C’mon, be an angel and let me down, yeah?  Can’t have you dropping me, though I know my charm is irresistible.”

Funny how just a spot of encouragement can bring out this side of him.  Even as you do as you’re told with a pat on the head and, “why, thank you” being cooed at you, you know this isn’t the end of this.

Chilchuck will make sure you never forget how his words make you feel.

[writer-of-various]

I Blame You Pt. 1

Emilia "Bell" Emilsdóttir

The Zakarpatska Oblast, Ukraine, USSR

February 27, 1981

"You ready?" Frank Woods watches as Bell put a few medical supplies in one of her belt pouches, nodding as she readies her weapon. Russell Adler slowed the vehicle to a stop, giving the two surpressors.

"I'm sure you don't need a briefing. Park should be informing you about where to go soon" Adler says, giving Bell a nod as she follows Woods out. Alex Mason rolls down his window and gestures Woods forward.

"Be safe out there, both of you. One scratch and you are both grounded" he playfully scolds. Woods rolls his eyes but mock salutes.

"Yes mom" he teases before running off into the forest trail. Mason sighs, giving Bell a pat before he and Adler pulled out and went to the East side of the compound. Bell watches the car fade into the darkness before going down to the trail, spotting Woods up ahead.

"We wait here until we get the call" Woods orders, getting a silent response out of the young woman. "Bell, are you always this quiet?"

"Just nothing to talk about..." she says so quietly that Woods was surprised he heard her. He nods in understanding, nearly jumping in shock when their conms buzzed for a few seconds before Park's voice sounded over them.

"I haven't picked up any chatter, you're in the clear Woods" she says. Woods gestures for Bell to follow him as he spoke.

"Copy that Park, stay on comms and keep Mason and Adler on standby" he sneaks forward, gun aimed as he crept closer to the entrance of the compound. Bell kneels down besides him as he shakes his head in disbelief. "Reds could be hiding anything inside. Snap a few pictures, Ops sure would love this." Bell grabs her camera and takes a picture of the main building before taking a picture of the entrance gate. She puts away her camera and readies her sniper. "Choose your target kiddo." She aimed and focused on one guard, shooting him right in the head. His battle buddy was alerted but Woods got him, and in less than 5 seconds the Reds were killed.

"Go down the slope, I'll stay here to cover you" Bell gives a quick thumbs up before sliding down the hill, making her way inside the guards' booth. She picklocked the door and headed inside, her gun readied for any surprise attacks. "Find a way into the main building, I'm going to disable the perimeter system." Bell walks slowly towards a trailer office, hiding in a bush when a guard walked out. She switched her weapon to a supressed pistol and shot him.

"Quick thinking, good job" Woods praises. Bell quickly goes up the stairs and peers into the room, finding nothing. "Shit, a patrol is coming towards my way. Find a way into the building, I'll follow around." The comm buzzed as Woods stopped talking and Bell felt worry eat at her. She was an ex-KGB agent and being here is a risk. Stepping out of the office, she glanced around the corner and saw a guard a few feet away. She shot him but cursed when another guard appeared. He yelled out something and the rest of the troops aimed their weapons at nothing.

"Park, the guards are alerted!" Bell says into her comm, looking back to where she came from and ran over to behind the trailer. She went up a platform, stealthily making her way towards a gated area. A large tank was passing by and she took out her camera, taking quick shots of it.

"Intruder!" She turned and shot at a guard, and the gunfire began. She hid behind a vacant jeep and cursed her bad luck, hoping Woods showed up soon before the whole compound was alerted.

"Park, the guards are closing in! Where's Woods?" Bell shouts as she managed to avoid a bullet. She shot blindly over the jeep, only to growl when her gun clicked. She reloaded hastily, looking towards the main building. It wasn't too far ahead, but she might have to picklock and she didn't have time for that.

"Bell, you can not get caught!" Park's voice was urgent amd Bell shivered at the thought of being caught. She would be dead meat. She was a traitor in the Reds' eyes. With a huff, she lowered herself completely on the ground, seeing dozens of pairs of boots as the guards close in further. She stood up quickly and darted off towards the main building, slamming her body against the door. It suddenly opened and she fell inside, a kick being delivered to her stomach. She looked up and glared at the two guards, who were pointing guns down at her. More guards rushed in, two pulling her up harshly as she was slammed against a wall.

"Comrade Kuzmin would sure love to hear about this little American spy" one of the guards taunted. She hissed as they removed her belt and took away her sniper and knife. Hands patted her down and she was oblivious as a pair lingered on her hips. All she could think about was how she failed Woods. She failed Adler, she failed Mason, and Hudson. Park, Sims and Lazar. She failed them all.

"Take her to him, he should be in his office" one of the guards spoke. She was dragged off, kicking and thrashing but they were so much taller than her and bigger. Didn't help that two were dragging her in tight grasps, and four were behind them as backup.

Bell shut her eyes a few minutes later, tiring herself out. When they stopped, she opened her eyes to see a closed door. She was angled to face the guard to her right, who then pucnhed her across the face. She gasped out in pain, trying to fight her way out of the grasp once more but she froze when the door they stopped in front of swung open.

"What?" The man was dressed in black, a eyepatch over his left eye. He was tall and muscular and Bell knew that if this man was to torture her, she was going to be dead in the first minute.

"We caught this intruder, American we believe" the guard who knocked spoke. The man looked down at Bell, who glared at him. She was confused when his eye widened once he met her eyes, before commanding the guards to drop her. They did so and he knelt sown, hands raised and Bell couldn't help but flinch.

"Emilia?" He whispers. Bell gave him a look of confusion before backing up, but the man stopped her. He picked her up and carried her inside his office. "Call Perseus! Now!" He orders. The guards salute him before shutting the door, leaving her alone with this man.

"Emilia...Emilia what happened? Where have you been?" Bell spat at him, catching him off guard. She kicked him in the shin and darted out of the office, trying to remember anything. Everything was in a fog. The man's voice sounded awfully familiar. Why? And how does he know Perseus?

Bell bashed through a door and evaded the hands of troops. She turned a corner sharply, only to fly back as she met something solid. Loud footsteps were too close for comfort and she glared at the man in black.

"I'm sorry I have to so this, Emilia" he whispers. She winced when something sharp poked her in the arm, black creeping up in the edges of her vision. Her head looled to the side as her eyes shut peacefully, a dreamless slumber awaiting her.

"What do you she's missing?! How the hell did you lose her, Frank?!" Adler's shouts echoed the forest as he paced angrily. Mason was patching up a wound on Woods' left arm, muttering a quiet apology when he wrapped the bandage too tightly that it made the Marine grunt.

"I had to find another way to go into the compound! She went alone-" Adler brought back his fist and punched Woods,  holsing back a grin when the other man hissed out in pain. Mason was about to say something when Adler turned to him, his shades off so the two could see his harsh glare. Mason backed down and Woods was partially suspicious of this but his anger overpowered any questioning. "Leave Alex alone. Look Russ, everything was going by good. She could take care of herself. What we have to focus on is getting into that building and finding Bell!"

"No shit, Frank-" Adler was cut off when their comms buzzed. Park's voice sounded off, her accent unusually thicker.

"Bell's signal was cut off but she was last located in the main building. You three need to get in there NOW" Park says quickly that it was hard to catch up.

"Copy that Park. Over and out" Adler glares at Woods once more before grabbing his gun. "Get up. We're heading out in two." He walked off without another word, and when deemed out of sight, Mason knelt down in front of Woods.

"Frank?" He whispers. Woods forces a smile, caressing his secret lover's face.

"I'm fine. Just worried about Bell...I should've went with her" Woods sighs out, shutting his eyes and letting his head rest on Mason's shoulder. Mason frowned, hugging Woods tightly.

"It's not your fault, Frank. Adler is just worried as well but he's like Hudson, they don't express their emotions well." Woods gives Mason a chaste kiss before standing up, grabbing his rifle and giving Mason his sniper.

"Let's kill those commie bastards and get our girl back."

[dumb-hat]

LFRP - Evander Winsome

Perpetually trapped between a sense of idleness and reckless, impulsive abandon, Evander never met a bad idea he didn’t want to take out to dinner. He’s done his level best to leave a dark past behind, but he can’t help it if the air feels cooler and the light a little brighter when you’re standing in the shade. It used to be that every day broke with him begging the question “Just how bored do I wanna be?” Now, he can’t seem to catch a godsdamn break. That’s okay though, theft adventure keeps the ennui at bay.

THE BASICS –––

Name: Evander Winsome

Age: 26

Nameday: 12th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Midlander Hyur

Gender: Male

Alignment: Chaotic Good, though he’s not always convinced on the “Good” part.

Marital Status: “It’s complicated. I mean, it’s not complicated to me, but everyone else seems to think it is."

Server: Balmung

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE –––

Hair: Chestnut Brown; looks to be in perpetual need of a trim

Eyes: Amber

Height: 5′9

Build: Evander has a swimmer’s physique: Long, lean, broad-shouldered and tapering to a narrow waist. Given his lifestyle, he might have trouble maintaining that as he gets older, but for now he’s gifted with a metabolism that lets him get away with precious little intentional maintenance.

Common Accessories: Far too many flasks; ignition keys and controls for various vehicles and small automata; his drone, Valencia; his dumb hat; a gold pendant in the shape of a swan, its neck crooked long; lockpicks; a multitool or three.

PERSONAL –––

Profession: Evander will admit to being a courier, a searcher, a seeker,  a finder or something along those lines. If you need something, he can track it down and get it from one place to another. He doesn’t think of himself as much of a fighter, but he’s growing more comfortable with bodyguard work. He’s also a picklock, a safecracker and a burglar, though he’s not as quick to advertise all that.

Hobbies: He loves being around people, and he loves indulging. As far as he’s concerned, drinking and eating count as hobbies. Left to his own devices, he’s a tinker,  an avid reader (particularly of romance novels, particularly the works of Quill Quivers[@worldofquillquivers​] and Summer Bellmayne [@thefreelanceangel​]), and often fond of especially stupid wagers.

Languages: He’s only fluent in Eorzean Common but he knows a smattering of Old Elezen and loves picking up bits and pieces of whatever he can along the way.

Residence: His Goblet apartment is under near-constant renovation. He’s got a room he rents from his Free Company, but it’s barely furnished aside from an astonishing array of liquor bottles, shipping crates and a huge canopy bed.

Birthplace: Limsa Lominsa

Patron Deity: He’s always personally felt a call toward Nymeia and Byregot, but feels its his duty to venerate Oschon, for some reason. He doesn’t much like to talk about it.

RELATIONSHIPS –––

Spouse: “I thought we went over this?”

Children: “Gods, I hope not.”

Parents: “Never knew ‘em.”

Siblings: “My brother raised me. I wish he was still here. You’d have liked him.”

Other Relatives: “Nope. None that I know of. That whole ‘orphan’ thing, y’know?”

Pets: “I take care of a monstrous, wonderful little sheep named Doctor One and a surprisingly intelligent smallshell named Saint Barnabus. There’s also my little drone, Valencia. A lot of people might not count her, but I do.”

TRAITS –––

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––

Smoking Habit:  Definitely not a habit. He might take something if offered, but he won’t seek it out on his own and he’s more likely to politely decline.

Drugs: Yes. Not anything and everything, and not all the time, but yes. Doors were made to be open, and that includes the doors of perception.

Alcohol: Evander doesn’t have a drinking problem except for when he can’t get a drink.

RP HOOKS –––

Contemptible Youth: Evander grew up amongst a gang of orphans in Limsa Lominsa. Were you a fellow Limsan wharf rat? Were you a criminal? Did you just spend a lot of time in the wrong parts of town? It’s been a while, but you might recognize him.

Easy Mark: Evander often finds it easier to fly under the radar and avoid notice. To this end, he often tries to exude an air of hapless gullibility. Feel free to try and rope him into some con or scheme!

Yeah, Okay: These are Evander’s words to live by. It’s not that he can’t say no, so much as he’s learned that “yes” is usually the more interesting answer. Catch him in the right mood, and he’s likely to go along with almost any hare-brained plan.

Old Habits Die Hard: A part of him yearns to live a good, decent, upright life. The problem is that part of him gets bored very quickly. Lately, he’s found himself increasingly likely to drawn to less-than-legal endeavors to keep himself occupied. 

People Person: Whether it’s meeting someone new, getting to know an old friend better, or even making a new rival, frenemy or worse, he just loves people at the end of the day. Don’t be shy. You don’t need an excuse. Just come say hi!

CONTACT INFORMATION  –––

It’s not too hard to get a hold of me through tumblr. I mean, you’re already here, aren’t you? Just shoot me a message!

If you see me in game, I love walk ups, drive-bys, tells, whatever! Please, by all means feel free to say something, whether you want to interact in character or just say hi! It almost always makes my day.

I have Discord and I usually really like RPing there, though I kind of like to get to chat a little through another venue first. I sometimes, very rarely, wander through one of the big Discord servers out there, and if you find me out in the wild you can feel free to say hi there, too.

Finally, I’m based in the US (CST, GMT-6) but work nights. I’m usually available in game most of the night (on my nights off, anyway), and early in the morning after work. I also try to be available in the evening before work, but success varies a lot on that front. While I’m not available in game while at work, you can feel free to reach out to me via other means. I’m almost always happy to chat!

Notes –––

You can find Evander’s carrd here. If you want to read some of the stuff I’ve written, you can check my spotty participation in the FFXIVWrite 2020 challenge right here. I might have some alts here soon. You never know!

[mrdanielbond]

“Good Goodbye”

[James Bond X Reader]

Plot; Things were all up and dandy between you and your boyfriend. Until you find yourself reaching a toxic and negative area in your relationship…

[Y/N - Your Name]

[Word Count - 1900+ ]

[Warnings? None.]

[A/N; I thought this would be a good title, even though it’s inspired by Linkin Park’s ‘Good Goodbye!’ I hopefully tend to make this a one shot! Plus, I rushed this kind of so don’t be surprised that it’s unedited, whoops. Enjoy!]

At first, your relationship with James was phenomenal. You hadn’t agreed to the idea of being in a relationship with an agent who worked for the MI6. Especially James Bond, who was an all round womaniser in your eyes. To you he was simply just a man who wasn’t to be taken seriously. After hearing all the stories of how he left a trail of hearts - mainly those would now happen to be dead in his hands, he just couldn’t be taken seriously by you. There were many occasions where you found yourself teasing each other, but overall you had no genuine feelings towards him. It was all a laugh. Until you realised one night that he was being serious. You had to let him down though, because you were scared that things were going to crash and fall quickly or that your friendship with him would never be the same again afterwards but he was sure he only wanted you. He cast aside all the women he had involved himself in ‘flings’ with and he had never expected to be so serious about you but there he was. Showering you with gifts all the time, taking you out to expensive places for dinner, he really tried his best to be sweet about it and to you, it didn’t take the gifts or the dinners to make you realise that until you had fallen for him too. In fact, you let this phase last a little longer just to tease and ridicule Bond afterwards. Now you two were in a three year relationship, things were serious. You were living in his apartment now, he even made sure that at times you were moved to a remote location for your safety and would always stay with you whenever he was free. It was romantic. The nights you shared too - weren’t they special? He treated and cared for you with all the love he had to offer. It was all a surprise to you and to him considering he was one not to associate himself with the word ‘love’ or have any feelings towards it.

James really had settled down and moved away from the work life and even when he was out on missions he had toned down on the flirtatious behaviour for your sake. Even though you were accepting enough about it, considering you knew his line of work would consider keeping the country safe through his naturally flirtatious behaviour with the wives and romantic links of particular terror threats. He truly didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone special like you in his life but he left that question hanging somewhere else so he could appreciate you now, in the present. And just as he was when he was first attracted to you, he still showered you with gifts and made you feel safe as much as possible. However, this was the first two years of your relationship.

That’s right. As of late, Bond was away from home more often and he hadn’t bothered to call or check to see if you were okay at all. Which you were still able to handle, bless your heart you were patient with him and understood how tiring it would be. But then whenever he came home from a mission, he was now ignoring your existence. Straight away he’d arrive and fall asleep - okay he was tired and had a lot piling up on him as of late, so you stuck around to make sure he was alright. But then...he completely ignored your existence for months and whenever you made an effort to make him feel at home, those efforts were a slap to the face. These last three months? They pushed you to the limit.

You were sat alone, facing the fireplace with a warm blanket in the comfort of Bond’s flat. It was the first time in a while you had been here and surely it was good to be back home. In light of this, you made a special candle lit dinner for you and James, though surprise surprise - he came home late. You were patient and waited for him though except by the time he returned you were already dozing off on the couch. James hung up his coat to finding you asleep on the couch. He frowned, feeling bad that you had waited for him and noticed the amount of effort you put into setting up a dinner for the both of you. “Y/N, love. I’m back.” You yawned, wearily looking back up at James. It was the first time you had seen him in almost two weeks and you knew he’d return because he had informed you of it earlier that day. You stretched your arms and sat up, rubbing your eyes, “What time is it?”

“It doesn’t matter. You should go to bed.” He took your hand but once you were properly awake, you looked up at him with a glare. “James. How long are we going to be like this? You promised me you’d be home on time and come back late. Am I just going to be home alone all the time?”

James sighed and rolled his eyes, “Not this again…”

“No it’s not ‘this’ again. Its all the time!” You snapped, standing on your feet defensively now, trying to fight the tears in your eyes. The sense of hopelessness was definitely there. “It’s like I don’t exist to you anymore! You’re always away and when I’m at work, I come home to a cold flat, hoping that you aren’t dead! You’re always away and I don’t want to be here to pick up the pieces every single time you’re gone! I had a life before you too, you know!”

“Well what do you expect? Me to be trapped inside with you? You do realise I’m out there doing this for us!”

“For us? I never asked for you to do anything for me James! I can take care of myself perfectly fine!”

“And you would know that with the amount of past boyfriends you’ve had.” He tutted. “No you’re right, you definitely can take care of yourself!”

That was it. With that insult, tears sprung from your eyes and battles to break the glass trying to hold back the tears. Your heart dropped and you felt your stomach turn. This wasn’t the same man you met years ago. All it took was for a tear to stream down your face for him to see what he had done to you and your relationship. “Y/N. I’m sorry.”

“No no. It is fine. I can’t take care of myself. It’s fine. I’m only just a burden to you, because I’m the one forcing you to work so much...” You stormed into your bedroom and slammed the door shut, with no intentions of letting him in.

It took hours for him to plead with you to unlock the door and you still hadn’t. He had to find a picklock and opened the door himself to finding you staring out the window with your arms folded. “I am really, really sorry about what I said earlier Y/N. You know I didn’t mean it.” He looked down and snaked his arms around your waist cautiously, but you had your back to him and folded your arms. “Alright, you know what? We need to fix this relationship, I figured that out and I’m a fool for not noticing your efforts. So how about this, I’ll take the week away from work and you do the same. We’ll head out to the safe house together, turn off everything we have and fix this relationship.”

Your eyes widened but you cocked your eyebrow in suspicion. “How am I sure you’re not lying?”

“I love you, Y/N. I never wanted to hurt you and I never would do anything to hurt you. From the looks of it, we could both be doing with time away from work.”

You eventually turned around and wrapped your arms around him with a deep sigh, giving in now. He definitely had his way with you as you now found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you so much James.” You whispered under your breath, planting a soft kiss against his lips. So what happened that night? He definitely made up for dinner and redeemed himself… (;

The week had begun, you moving out to the safe house with James and all was well. You two were trying to fix the fatal cracks left for months and they were deep but you were amending them. That was until James received a call from work. In your presence, he ignored it but it didn’t take long for him to step outside and behind your back answer the call. “Alright. I’ll be there as soon as possible. No I’ve got nothing going on at the moment. Sure.” He ended the call and turned around to find you standing at the door with your arms folded.

“Two days it’s been and you’re leaving again.” You were leaning against the door frame, with disappointment in your eyes. James sighed with a look of guilt in his face and headed over to you, his hand over your head, resting on the door frame you were leaning on. “Mallory needs me and it’s an emergency. I’ll be gone for about another three weeks. I am so sorry Y/N but when I came back, I promise I will make it up to you.” He leaned in to kiss you though you refused. You pressed your hand against his chest and pushed him back. “No no. It’s fine. It’s not like this mattered anyway. We can do this another time.” You smiled respectfully and stepped away from him.

“I’m really, really sorry Y/N.”

“You don’t have to be. You go. I’ll wait for you.” You continued to smile towards him as he guiltily packed his bags and drove the two of you back home. He collected more of his belongings and gave you a quick kiss before he left.

Time Skip -

James was successful in his recent mission, taking down a certain Croatian cyber terrorist, known to be a threat to the United Kingdom and all he couldn’t wait to do now was to return home to you. He knew you were someone to keep your word and he just couldn’t wait to start making it up to you. He picked up a certain expensive present in a small black box, with a bottle of fine wine and returned back to his flat to finding it was empty and cold - almost too cold. “Y/N, love I’m home.” He began searching around the apartment, empty. This was odd. With no response, he headed towards the bedroom thinking you’d be asleep but it was like no one was there. The wardrobe was open but it was empty. All your clothes were gone. He turned around and found a note lying there, ‘I can’t do this anymore. The lies, the promises, the arguing, it’s this was the day I feared most and now it’s here. Goodbye James. It’s over.’

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had packed up and disappeared. You had no intentions of returning either after months of hurtful words and broken promises. You knew what Bond was one to break promises and now you just couldn’t be there to pick up the pieces. There he stood, now with sadness in his eyes, looking around at the empty room - with the terrible feeling of guilt looming over him. From his pocket he picked out the black box and opened it, a beautiful diamond ring shone and that was what had hit him most. He was too late, in too deep to fix your relationship.

[takara-kaneko]

Ohhh, how about 1 and 10 from the angst prompts for seven?? I live for angst tbh.

Ahhh! Sweetie, this one was beyond fun to write! I’m a lover of angst (And a lover of Seven) 

This one is a bit longer than my usual one, but I do hope that you like it!! 

1) “I can’t do anything right!”

10) “Do you even still love me?”

“Do You Even Still Love Me?” (Saeyoung X MC) 

The past few weeks had been tough, MC had to admit. Through Saeyoung trying to reconnect with his brother, and track down Rika’s whereabouts, he now had to conceal him and his brother’s presence from their father. From such noticeable activities as of late, the prime minister himself has started snooping around.

MC understood the weight that was resting on Saeyoung’s shoulder and tried to help in whatever way she could. That, she decided, would be to stay out of his way and help him indirectly. She became Vanderwood a maid of sorts, cleaning up behind him and making his food. He never said anything, deciding to focus on his work, but the look in his eyes was all she needed to keep going.

But today has been worse than usual. MC didn’t know all of the specifics, but he almost blew his cover. Thankfully, Saeyoung was a skilled enough hacker to cover over his mistakes before anyone could catch on, but his heart remained heavy. Not knowing what to do to help him, she decided to make Bungeo-ppang for him. Saeyoung was so surprised the first time she made them, and she would try to make them when he was upset.

Knocking on the door, MC held a plate of the fish-shaped bread. There was no reply, only the steady clack of keys. “Sae, come on. You haven’t moved all day, come get some food.”

Nothing.

Sighing, she reached for the doorknob. Locked. MC stopped, her face marked with confusion. He had never locked himself in. Sure, stopped talking, eating, drinking. But he had never locked her out like that. She pursed her lip, slowly pulling a bobby pin from her hair, causing it to fall. Sticking it into the lock, the door opened with little resistance, but Saeyoung remained looked away, headphones over his ears.

Mc approached him, softly placing her hand on his shoulder, missing how his eyes faltered before he regained his steely composure. “My love, please? It’s very late; you’ve been at this nonstop all day, you need to take a break.”

“Can’t.”

“You can, you know. You’re good enough to be able to take some time to sleep, or even just eat.

Her statement didn’t get a response, just a small hum in reply. MC didn’t mind. Hell, she’d be helping him hack if she knew how to. Unfortunately, the only things she knew how to do was picklock and hotwire.

“Well, even if you don’t want to, I do need some rest. But I don’t want to leave you, so..” She left her sentence hanging as she set the plate down in front of him, deciding to lay down behind him, wrapping her arms around his back. “I’ll sleep here with you. So you can stay here even if you do choose to sleep.”With her behind him, he let his emotion show through, as tears stained his cheek he replied with a soft, “Thank you.”

She awoke to a loud bang in another room. Looking around, Saeyoung was nowhere around, but daylight was beginning to creep through the window. Fearing the worst, MC rushed out into the kitchen, armed with a pocket knife she keeps in her purse. Instead of an intruder, she found Saeyoung crouched in the corner, surrounded by broken glass plates and… eggs?

MC had an urge to laugh, but immediately stopped when she heard broken sobs.

“Saeyoung? Sae, baby? Are you hurt?” She calmly asked as she approached him, trying to avoid the shards of glass around him.

“No… But it.. doesn’t matter…” He choked out, stifling his tears.

MC finally managed to reach him, not before stepping on a piece of glass. It had hardly even mattered, gasping more out of shock than in pain; but it was enough for him to look up, the expression on his face dropping a pit into her heart.

“I can’t do anything right!”

Sucking in a breath, MC reached out to comfort him, but Saeyoung swatted her away. Instead, he gripped her wrist, his thumb pressing into her palm.

“I can’t find Rika, I can’t hide from my father, I can’t hack fast enough, I can’t keep Saeran safe, I can’t even make this shitty breakfast for you!”

Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he looked up at her for the first time, eyes expressing what words could never say, “Oh, MC, I can’t even protect you. You’re the love of my life, and I’ve been the cause for so much pain. I mean…” He let go of her hand, cradling himself with his hands wrapped around him. “Do you even still love me?”

He laughed harshly before she even got a moment to reply, “Of course you don’t, I mean, how could you? I’ve risked your whole life. The only reason you’re here is probably out of pity and even then-“

“Saeyoung Choi,” MC interrupted, placing a few fingers on his soft lips in an attempt to stop his anxious thinking. “My love, I am staying here because I choose to. Not out of pity, or guilt, or any other reason than because I love you! I have loved you since the moment I met you and that will never change, no matter what happens.”

Even as Saeyoung shook his head and tried to rebuke her confession, she persisted, “Sae, you are the smartest person I have ever known. You have done so much, but all you see is what you have yet to complete. You have kept Saeran and me safe from everything. You’re skilled enough to keep us safe, and I couldn’t dare ask you for anything more. I don’t think I could live without you.”

With a smile, MC extended her free hand towards him. Reluctantly accepting it, the two of them stood up; where she immediately burrowed herself into Saeyoung’s arms.

“You are perfect for me the way you are. I don’t think I could live without you… No matter how many plates you break or eggs you drop.” Hiding her sniffles with a giggle, she looked up at him, placing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. Saeyoung embraced her tightly, leaning onto her shoulder, savoring the comfort of her scent.

The two stayed for countless moments. At this moment, there were no problems, no missions, no reason to be afraid, no eggs surrounding them, it was only them, frozen in this space together.

“I think I’m about to pass out..” MC muttered, her voice muffled. “Your shirt is trying to suffocate me.”

Without skipping a beat, he began laughing, releasing her from his grasp. MC made a dramatic display of inhaling, placing a hand on her chest. Neither could hold back their laughter now that they look at the eggs strewn around them.

“If I may ask, what were you even doing?”

Saeyoung shrugged awkwardly, saying “A little after you fell asleep, I decided to join you. But I could only sleep for a little bit. It was still dark when I woke up. I got up to start working, but I saw the Bungeo-ppang you made for me. I promised that I would take just a moment to make something for you because you’ve been doing so much for me. But I, uh, my hand got too closer to the burner when I was putting the eggs on a plate…”

Without meaning, MC couldn’t help but laugh. He was a mess, she completely understood that. But he was her mess, even with his perfections and his faults. Saeyoung was her life and MC wanted nothing more than to be by his side through whatever he faced. For the two of them to stay together, she would face the whole world.

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[yourfaithfulsidekick]

TAG CHALLENGE!

Ah! I got tagged by the awesome @tsubaki-prince ! Thank you so much! :D

Rules:

1. Always post the rules

2. Answer the questions chosen by the person who tagged you

3. Write 11 questions if your own

4. Tag 11 people you’d like to know better

Alright, lets do this! :D

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Questions I Was Asked...

1) What’s your favorite book? --- Ohhhh, this one’s tough. I’ve read a lot of really good books, but the only book I’ve re-read three times was “And Then There Were None” by Agatha Christie. It’s an older book but if you love murder mysteries, it’s soooo good!

2) What is a quote that has impacted your life, or means something to you? --- I’m just terrible at trying to identify only one. I’d pick a line from Virginia Satir, a super cool therapist, that goes, “We must not allow other people’s limited perceptions to define us”. A lot of her work is on self-esteem and self-worth, and she’s an awesome lady. Totally look her up if you need some uplifting support

3) If you could say anything to your 5-year-old self, what would you say? -- I’d probably give myself a hug, and just say it’s going to be okay. I’d tell her that she’s doing her best, and to believe that her best is enough. That she deserves love too, and know that even when it feels like she doesn’t

4) If your life were a tv show or film, what genre would it be? -- Ohhhh that’s tough. I’d like to think that if it was it’d be more of a “Parks and Rec” style, so maybe like an office comedy with a mix of drama? That sounds about right?

5) Do you have any ocs? -- I do! I have two but, really, only one true developed one? It’s very low-key and not that good but I’m trying!

6) What is one thing you are proud of? -- Getting through undergrad, honestly. A lot of rocky stuff happened in that time of my life, and it felt like I’d never get through. I took it one day at a time, and had to a lot of self-care to encourage myself to make it. But, even though all that, I still graduated and got my master’s after! Keep moving forward helped me, a lot!

7) Did you have a favorite childhood toy? Do you still have it? -- Ah. Blue Bear. He was in fact not blue, but brown with a blue bow. I don’t remember who gave him to me, but I used to take him with me everywhere. I’m pretty sure I still have him somewhere back at home...

8) Where do you want to be in the future? --- It’s so corny but I totally picture like in my own house that’s not too big, a cute puppy or two so they can be friends, a yard so they can run around in. Married, maybe later on having kids. Super lame, and corny. But, I guess just overall stability and feeling comfortable  with myself and everything!

9) Which celebrity would you wanna hug? ---Leonardo Di Caprio was my first real crush. If I could, I'd totally want a hug from him. 

10) Describe your aesthetic -- I never thought of this until now! I guess mine would be like prime fall weather with sweaters, maybe a little bit of sun but just pure fall season is the besttttt.

11) If you could have any other name, what would you call yourself? -- I hated my name growing up, and I have one specific memory of being little and never being able to spell it correctly. It grew on me now, but if I could ever choose another name...maybe Elena? I like that name!

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My 11 questions!

If you woke up tomorrow and everything was perfect, what would it look like?

What was your favorite tv show, and/or movie, as a kid?

Name 5 things that make you happy!

What’s the best advice someone has given you?

What’s your dream job?

What does success mean to you?

What’s your favorite way to spend the weekend?

What’s on your bucket list?

If you could be any animal, what would you be?

Do you define more as an Introvert or Extrovert? Or both?

One thing that you’re really looking forward to!

I tag these amazing people! ::: @jackaydee , @star-lord-of-incendium , @asterblogz , @raphies , @polkadotsockz , @sassatello , @hamsterandturtlesoup , @a-somebody , @picklocks , @lulusoblue , @texasturtlefan

Thank you! I hope you guys enjoy!