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ifeellikeameowster · 4 years ago

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E.V.O.L Chapter 2 - On No!

Chapter Summary: Logan is finally done with his workday and can now retire to his living quarter upstairs. He starts reviewing his notes for the day only to find a few inconsistencies and a startling conclusion...

Warnings: Beginnings of Yandere like behavior, mentions of stalking, emotional breakdown, breaking of objects.

Pairings: One-sided analogical.

Word Count: 4k+

Chapter followed by Author’s Note then Tag List under the read more:

One track mind, one track heart.

If I fail, I'll fall apart.

Maybe it is all a test.

'Cause I feel like I'm the worst,

So I always act like I'm the best.

Logan Sumner, self proclaimed magical child prodigy and warlock extraordinaire, always had three cups of coffee throughout his typical work day. One cup before breakfast, one in the middle of lunch, and finally one after his dinner. Dr Sumner was well known in the magical community as a stickler for his routine and the outbursts that were sure to follow if anything trivial ever dared to interrupt said routine. Though the particular interruptions that had occurred earlier that day hadn’t bothered him nearly as much as they should have. Almost as if-

He tightened his lips and jerkily shook his head to rid himself of that train of thought before it could even leave the station. Instead, he steered ever sturdily and steadily forward and into his quaint dining room table’s only occupying chair. It was time for dinner, after all. He whistled out into the air of the sparsely decorated apartment atop his shop for his two wonderful and trustworthy Familiars.

Moriariy, punctual as per usual, was the first to join him. Flying in from the direction of his bedroom and landing at the other end of the table, where a small plate of little seeds and several lush fruits awaited him. His other Familiar, however, followed along at his typical slower pace. Slinking in from the direction of the stairwell and stopping beside him at the foot of the table, where a larger plate of tenderly cooked meats awaited him.

“Did you have a good run, Sheppard?” Logan asks the Valravn as he runs a gentle hand along the canine’s back.

Sheppard, who was slightly more wild in nature than the Yatagarasu, would occasionally leave the shop for the later half of their work day in order to have a refreshing romp in the nearest forest- the one just outside of Painic Park. Logan never once worried over his return, for his Familiars had never failed him before. Which is one of the many reasons he got along better with them than with his other, more humanoid peers.

The handsome pitch black wolf with scattered feathers along his form, bird’s talons as front legs, and a sharp beak perched at the end of his snout gave a tired out, low swooping nod at the query. His warlock gave him a quick pat on the head for his reply and turned away to focus on his own meal.

It was a hearty and well balanced dinner of steak and salad, yet Logan could not help but feel as though he was craving something else entirely different. Perhaps it was the usual pull towards his work he so often felt? Nodding along to the notion, he picked up his cutlery in order to dig in. One cannot think well on an empty stomach, as the saying goes. Once he began eating, his polite and surprisingly patient Familiars began to eat their own meals as well.

After dinner he immediately washes the small amount of dishes used during the day. It was best not to let them pile up too much, as he was a man that loathed disorder and messiness.

Moriarty swooped in to help place the assorted plates and glasses back on the shelves while Sheppard strode his way over to the living room to lay between Logan’s grey loveseat and the small brick fireplace. Knowing full well that that seat was where Logan would be spending the next couple of hours as he casually went over the day’s work.

Moriarty, on the other hand, would spend the time flitting between nesting on the cushion beside him, perching on the back of the loveseat, and resting himself upon Logan’s shoulder. His movements were easily predictable for Logan, who hardly ever got startled by the bird. Well, with the exception of…

The warlock pinched the bridge of his nose as he made his own way into the living room while holding his last cup of coffee of the day, sending Moriarty a look that somehow managed to be questioning, exasperated, and fond all rolled into one as he passed by him.

Why had the bird practically launched himself towards their newest client? Normally, if his Familiars invaded a strangers personal space so abruptly upon first meeting them then that meant that they saw them as a threat and were acting fast to protect their warlock. But that had apparently not been the case at all! Moriarity had....had proceeded to cuddle the darkly dressed man in an overly affectionate and quite frankly rude manner. His Familiars, as he had mentioned to the fellow, usually did not like anyone other than Logan. Only finding exception in long time acquaintances that he held a particular camaraderie with. Especially Moriarty because he was Logan’s first and therefore most bonded. The client in question, however...Had seemed to not mind at all...And had just happily soaked up the bird’s affection towards him. He had taken it all in with an alarmingly charming smile and softened voice that almost made his knees-

He falls into the loveseat, gripping the edge of the cushions with one hand and trying not to spill his fresh coffee with the other as he sits down. Anchoring his thoughts before he lets them set sail into some illusionary sunset. He needed to forget about that odd incident. He needed to start thinking straight again. He needed to get some more work done.

Don't do love, don't do friends.

I'm only after success.

Don't need a relationship.

I'll never soften my grip.

With a resolved sigh the warlock reached over to the end table beside the loveseat, placed the just barely saved cup atop it’s coaster, scooped up the couple of notebooks that were there, and began looking through his notes on all of his meetings for the day. As he read through them, however, he began to feel unnaturally antsy. He chewed on his bottom lip. He tapped his nails against the cover. He hopped his foot continuously up and down. Sensing his uneasiness, Moriarty lets out a questioning caw soon followed by Sheppard’s concerned woof.

“I’m fine.” He rasps out, “It’s just…” His eyes flicker towards the second notebook, the one now laying right beside his thigh. The one he would read second. Because he always read everything in chronological order and he would never skip around. Not for anything. Because it was very important that he remained well organized and timely in his work. So he would leave that one for later, for only after he had finished this one first. He would leave it there and he would-

Proceed to snatch it up immediately, entirely disregarding the previous notebook, which promptly and tragically fell onto the floor. Poor first notebook. Your fate belongs with the pen now.

“It’s this.” He hisses out as he flips on over to page thirty two. The beginning of his notes on his noon appointment, who had actually arrived an overwhelmingly terrible amount of one and a half hours late. Which had set him further on edge than he already was after dealing with Misses Stockbean around ten o’clock that morning, who had demanded more Ozian Poppy seeds than the original agreed amount for half the usual price. So understandably, he might have been a tad snappy towards the bloke at first but he had tried to soften at least a little bit after seeing how anxious the poor guy really was. But then, oh then, Moriarty had preceded to act entirely too strange for him which set Logan right back on edge again. After he had calmed his Familiar down with promises of extra fruits at dinner that night if he stayed quietly upstairs for the remainder of the appointment, he had finally been able to start to interview him.

Monday, September 23rd. Virgil Spurling. Age 26. Self Employed. Lives with his three adoptive parents, Thomas Proudfoot, Talyn Banes, and Joan Vivas. Only spends time with either the three of them, or his two honorary cousins Remington Sexton and Otto Toby Haggard. No living friends outside of the family. No current romantic or sexual partners. Has dark brown hair with light brown highlights. Has long bangs that fall over his eyes, sometimes almost covering them completely. Has rather stormy hazel blue eyes that almost appear violet depending on the lighting he is in. Has pronounced dark circles under his eyes- which are concerning. Has a lovely onyx teardrop piercing on his left cheek and a pair of matching dahlia piercings besides his lips. Has rounded, soft pink lips with a thinner upper lip and a thicker, more bitable lower lip and-

Wait a minute, just what kind of notes had he been taking the entire time he was conducting this interview?! He skips ahead two pages and he’s still just on the physical description section. His physical descriptions had always been more concise and to the point before now. He didn’t quite understand what had happened this time in order to change that. He skims ahead more to try and pinpoint any change or clue anywhere in all of this absurdity.

Has brushed his bangs aside and placed them beside his ear to allow me to see that he has a tattoo behind his ear, on the side of his neck, comprised of a complicated swirl of black roses and thorns. It looks like it would have been painful to get but compliments the structure of the junction between his neck and shoulder nicely. It makes one wonder if he would appreciate someone’s equally difficult yet proudly designed tattoos of assorted constellations across one’s rib cages-

Okay, just why had he started talking about his own tattoos? These notebooks weren’t for some diary-esque documentation of himself. They were for taking professional notes so that he made sure he remembered the most important details of, and information for, all of his assorted clientele. Skip ahead further!

He is surprisingly smart. He is as quick witted as he is sharp-tongued. Metaphorically, of course. Physically, his actual tongue is baby pink and soft, if the few times it has darted out to lick nervously over his lips and teeth are of any indication. He hates pick up lines. Understandable. I find them pointless as well. He. Him. He too has memorized the entire periodic table of elements and is actually fluent in using their abbreviated symbols to make multiple words. Impressive. Breathtaking-

Well at least he seemed to be finally past the physical description now. Yet those strange sentences kept popping up and intertwining themselves where they had no right to be. Even if that had been rather breathtaking at the time it still...It still didn’t explain...Skip ahead! Skip ahead!

He lost his only friend at much too young of an age. I couldn't even begin to imagine how he must feel. How I would have felt were I in his place. He deserves to be comforted and well looked after. He needs a hug. A nice long, extended hug. Perhaps, seeing as I am the only one here with him as of the moment and thusly the only person currently available to do so I could-

Woah, woah, woah. Slow down there past Logan! One should never initiate physical contact with their client without their express consent. He knew that, of course. He knew that and yet he had written...He had written far too much about himself, is what he had done. Wasn’t he supposed to be finding Virgil a suitable romantic and/or sexual partner? How could he do that if he was too busy writing about himself and what...what he wanted? And wait, he wanted? He...yearned? And just for what, exactly? Skip-

He likes poetry. Specifically gothic poetry. That is one of my many favorites as well. I have a rather extensive collection in my shop that I could share with him-

Oh Merlin.

He prefers Astronomy as well. Rather surprising, actually, given his darker appearance and habit of speaking- I had wrongly pegged him for someone much more superstitious. A nice surprise. A welcome one. He seems hyper fixated on the plethora of bird-associated constellations which is highly endearing. There is a new large telescope being currently housed in the recently opened observatory section of the Morph Museum, which is not that far of a walk from my shop. Perhaps I could take him-

Oh Merryweather.

He likes bath bombs and the hand soap that foams. He likes collecting seashells and storing little hidden trinkets in them. He likes feeling the gentler tides lap across his feet but dislikes ever actually going any further into the water unless someone he trusts is there with him. Meanwhile, I personally haven’t been out metal detecting in a while maybe I could go with-

Oh Mages of Both Old and New!

I know exactly what I want and who I want to be.

I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine.

I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy.

Oh, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh!

Logan tosses the notebook back down onto the couch, a notably much safer place than the floor, and lets out a choked, broken sob. Using his hands to haphazardly tug on his hair, he somehow hopes to numb his ever spiraling thoughts like a brain freeze might do so after drinking a cold beverage too fast but it’s not working. Nothing’s working and-

And there’s a lick on one of his hands. He blinks aside a few tears he hadn’t even realized had fallen in the first place and sees that Sheppard had risen to his height by standing on his hind paws and was now trying to gently get his warlock to stop abusing his own scalp. Meanwhile, Moriarty was darting back and forth across the room, obviously trying to locate the source of Logan’s clear distress. He manages a breathy chuckle at that despite his current haggard condition and decides to wrap his arms gently around Sheppard’s feathered scuff instead.

“Really,” he praises, “What would I do without you two?”

Sheppard huffs back at him, which roughly translated to Nothing, obviously. And causes Logan to break out into a more genuine laugh this time before sinking to his knees and bringing the pup softly down with him. He evens his breathing out as Shep licks consolingly at his hands and arms. “What am I going to do, boy?” he mumbles as he uses his dress shirt’s pocket handkerchief to dab at the stray tears with one arm as he still clings to the wolf with his other. “This can’t be happening, right? It just can’t.” He gets no response at that, however, probably since the poor canine can’t entirely grasp the emotional severity of the situation.

Deciding to just toss the handkerchief into the nearest bin instead of sending it through the wash as per usual whenever he dirtied it, he finally lets go of Sheppard, stands back up, and brushes off his pants legs. Upon glancing towards the looming form of the notebook where it still lay tauntingly on the couch’s cushions, he guffaws a more strained and panicked laugh as his thought train not only takes off down the tracks but also entirely derails off course.

If you are not very careful,

Your possessions will possess you.

TV taught me how to feel,

Now real life has no appeal.

“What have I always told myself, hm?” He gestures wildy, causing Moriarty to stop his frantic searching in order to look towards him and for Sheppard to perk back up into attention as well. “What have I always told myself even way back in school? Even though other more hormonal mages always disagreed with me, what were the words I always stuck by, huh?” The two Familiars shared a brief confused look between the two of them.

Logan stops to run a hand through his hair in hopes of straightening it up a bit from it’s tousled state. “What words not only got me through school but also allowed me to reach my full potential and achieve the placement of top student?” He allows himself to take a moment to stroke a hand over each of the surfaces of all the awards aligning the top shelf of his smallest bookcase, located on the other side of the loveseat than the end table was. These were the backups of the awards he kept in his shop downstairs, just in case a particularly rowdy customer ever managed to break one. After his fingers left the “Best Little Potion Maker’s” one, he pushed himself away from the area entirely and headed swiftly towards the hallway in front of the staircase.

It has no appeal.

It has no appeal!

His ever attentive Familiars followed worriedly behind him until they stop just before the steps. He flourishes a harsh, pointed finger at the few portraits hanging on the wall there. “What words were going to eventually get me all the way to the top of Heartwish City’s very own magical community? But are now just...Just dead pipe dreams!” His two most trusted creature companions, still ever so confused by his current trail of logic, made hushed little questioning noises.

Ripping the topmost portrait off of the wall, he began to hiss his next words at it as if the object itself had managed to personally offend him. “Focus on your work. Never fall prey to your feelings. You need to be successful in life more than you need to personally engage in any inane romantic or sexual endeavors.” Merlin’s painted facade stared blankly and unchangingly back at him. In utter retaliation at the silence, he tosses it frame and all down the stairs. Upon remembering Logan’s aversion to untidiness, Sheppard slinks slowly down them to go collect the scattered remains.

Don't want cash, don't want card.

Want it fast, want it hard.

Don't need money, don't need fame.

I just want to make a change.

“Lot of good that did me, boys!” He continues to deliriously shout out, “All these years and not even so much of an inkling of said feelings and yet over the course of one idiotically ineffable day I’ve managed to gain what is essentially a childish schoolyard crush!” He managed to breathe out all in one go before slumping tiredly against the side of the stairwell.

In a Eureka! moment Moriarty begins to excitedly flit to and fro while hurriedly chirping at his warlock. Almost too fast for him to be able to sense the meaning of. “Wait, slow down a bit Mori. What are you-” More hard to decipher chirps, “Hold on, move in? What on earth gave you that idea? No, he’s not going to-” More persistent caws this time, “Well, of course we both like him, I’ve literally just now established that already and- And wait just a moment.”

He scoops the bird gently into his palms. “You liked him first, didn’t you?” One short caw confirmed a resounding Yes. for him. “Did you know, then? Could you have possibly sensed that he’s perfect for me? For us?” He stutters out a breathy laugh, “That’s what that whole debacle was about, wasn’t it?” The crow coos soothingly back up at him and gives him a love bite on the bridge of his nose. Logan releases Moriarty back into the air, along with the emotions connected to his previous outburst, and leans back to place his hands firmly on his hips while he stood proudly back up on his own two feet.

“Just look at me, behaving so ridiculously over the top for such a trivial matter. Throwing a temper tantrum even! Just what would my old professors say, if they saw me now?” He shuffles over to the other side of the hallway where a small cabinet is and opens one of the drawers. “After all, I am more than perfectly capable of handling more than one problem at a time, am I not?” There was both a cheerfully agreeable caw and howl at that, which caused him to finally smile happily again. “And besides, it might not even last all that long. Crushes and mere infatutations are usually short lived!” He rifles through the drawer’s contents until he finds another portrait that was dusty and slightly cracked in one of the upper hand corners. Shutting the drawer and striding back over to the stairwell he holds it up to see if it’ll fit in the arrangement. “Yes, this’ll do perfectly.”

I just wanna change.

I just wanna change!

“And well, if it does last longer or just so happens to escalate further, then...” He concludes as he places the portrait on the spot with a short spell to fix the hook he had broken earlier and steps back to admire the new set up, “His parents never specified that I couldn't be the one I chose for his match, now did they?” Morgan Le Fey, now sitting atop the others as if on a throne made up of the mages, gives him a subtly wicked and tilted smile in response.

He mirrors her expression for the briefest of moments before spinning on his heel and heading towards the only window on the top floor of his building. The warlock steps into his bedroom, pushes the curtains aside, and undoes the latches in the center. As he thrusts the two panes wide open, Moriarty joins his side once more.

“Ah, perfectly punctual as always, Moriarty.” he praises as the bird lands on the back of his hand before leaning in to whisper conspiratorially to him, “Before any new endeavor one embarks on in their life, they should always research properly first, yes?” After his Familiar nods in agreement he continues onwards, “And I’m sure you want to see him again soon yourself, right?” Upon realizing who his warlock was talking about, the bird fluffs up his feathers in anticipation. “Exactly, so this all makes perfect sense.” He waves away any other possible negative notions with a sweep of his hand and turns swiftly back towards the open window.

The sun was setting now. The doctor briefly recalled a time, as a kid, where he had stayed up long past his bedtime not only to see the sunset but to also test out his newest telescope. Back then, before he had properly entered into his magical schooling, he had been far more into scientific pursuits at the time. Though he still held a liking towards them now that he was older, what really currently consumed him was his work with all things magical and mythical. Though now, after today, a new beast of a subject was rounding the corner to have it’s turn eating away at his soul. Maybe, just maybe, if he was lucky enough, he could manage to take a bite out of it first.

“Alright, Moriarity, you know what you must do.” He interrupted the nostalgic scene and swung the arm the Yatagarasu was perched upon out the window and into the open picturesque evening air. His voice took on a booming echo, “Go forth and gather all that we must know, Though never your own cover you must blow.”

All three of his Familiar’s eyes flashed with the royal blue color of Logan’s magic before the third eye disappeared into the feathers of his forehead and his third leg was tucked away into the feathers of his tail. They both breathed a collective sigh of relief at another spell well cast, despite the roller coaster of emotions that they had all been through that day. Moriarty gave him one final nod in reassurance of their plan and took off into the ever changing dusk sky.

The warlock stayed by the window long enough to watch until his Familiar’s form disappeared over the horizon then set about closing and locking it back up. His other Familiar trudged upwards from the stairs, through the small apartment, and into his bedroom. Giving him a huff to announce his presence.

“Oh, you cleaned it up?” he asked the Valravn, who butted his head against his thigh, “Thank you, though I could have gotten it myself later.” A grunt followed that and he chuckled as he scratched behind the canine’s ears, “Yes, yes you're a good boy. Now let’s head to bed, shall we?” Sheppard pulled away from the affection to howl at the window. “Moriarty? He’s...running an errand. He’ll be a while.” To which he received the most pointed look a dog’s face could ever muster. He shivered as he felt the intrinsically implied Can’t hide things from me, we’re bonded. and cleared his throat to correct himself, “He’s watching over our dear new acquaintance, Virgil. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to meet him yourself soon.”

Much more satisfied by that answer, Shep hopped up onto his rightful spot at the foot of the bed. Where he settled down to wait as Logan went through his nightly routine of partially getting ready for the next work day, cleaning himself up, and changing into his pajamas.

Meanwhile, the coffee mug in the living room on the dark wooden end table still sat forgotten and untouched. Where it would no doubt remain throughout the entire night.

I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly.

I'm gonna fail, I'm gonna die.

I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly.

I'm gonna fail, gonna die, die, die, die.

A/N: So I’m still a dirty rotten no good procrastinator. But! Hopefully it’ll help make up for the wait just a little bit that I’ll be posting both chapters 2 and 3 in quick secession. Along with a short, one-off Creativitwins fanfic (coming soon) based off of the latest episode (SVS Part 2). Hope you’ll enjoy! ^ . ^ “”” Also, I’ll no longer be going through the original post for reblogs to add to the taglist. So if anyone wants to be added to it please dm or ask me and let me know! ;3

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syahaz · 4 years ago

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Camp TV Short Story - Guyliner Interest I

Notes: This short story has the majority of the Camp TV casts. So if this AU ever gets adapted into a chronological timeline, some of the characters (except Trenton, Heather, Lindsay and Tyler) may be absent due to elimination as the main possible reason. It also has an alternate plot that is very long. I usually don’t address it as the previous one is very short compared to this story you’re about to read. As I stated earlier, since many characters are present, the main event will be dragged for so long to give space for said casts to have their own moment before the actual event starts.

Cut confessional/scene means confessional or scene that has never been released to the public because of Chris moderation and the editing crew work. Doesn’t mean it is purely protected from possibility of loss and leakage though.

I don’t know if I want to add Cody when writing this as I’m not sure what kind of personality I want to write him with for this AU.

I usually try my best to do less ‘tell’ than ‘show’ but for some very complicated scenes, I just had to do it because I find it puzzling when I read it myself. Sorry for that. Maybe I could try it for shorter fics in the future if applicable.

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The ending of this first route of this story is rough, at least for me. If you want a more mellow ending, go read the second route of this story. You can skip reading where the altered ending starts (indicated with “///”).

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It’s a fine lovely morning with the birds chirping and the ocean beating the beach sand. Several campers gathered around Lindsay because she made invitations the day before.

“Okay everyone, gather up! We’re going to do something exciting today!” Lindsay announced. “Well as you can see, I first thought this show was gonna be a talent contest. So I brought a lot of makeup leftover. You know what that means?” She added, holding a dazzling makeup pouch. “Makeover!” Katie & Sadie excitedly scream. “Yeah… No.” Lindsay opposes. They aww in disappointment. “Okay technically you’re both right because we all girls are going to make-up the boys here!” She backs up. Katie & Sadie back to their cheerful selves. “Whoa! Is that why we’re all guys here bra? I already bring myself for the groove.” Geoffrey dances a little despite being surprised as he expects a morning party will be going on. “Not all guys, I’m outta here.” Dunc leaves without wasting any second. “Can’t believe I waste precious time for sleep or planning pranks.” He mumbles as he walks away. “Duh, what else is the reason to bring you boys here?

Okay, so now I’m going to assign the pairs for our makeup session.” Lindsay replies. “But wait. Where’s Eva? Owen, and Zeke?” Bridgette interferes. “Eva is on her routine jogging with Zeke. You know, to let him get around the outdoor world. Not sure about Owen though.” Lindsay shrugs. “Alright, let’s begin! Ahem, ahem. Lewshana, you’re with Harold.” she continues. “Yesss. A makeover by a beautiful woman. What a lucky day!” Harold makes a yes hand gesture with a happy grin and glimpses at Lewshana. She naturally rolls her eyes, hands on hips and shakes her head.

“Katie, Justin.” Lindsay assigns the next pair. Sadie gasps. “But I wanna make up Justin too!” “Too bad that I just got lucky to give him the best makeup ever.” Katie sneers. “How dare you!” Sadie was irritated. “Ladies please, calm down. I don’t like to see you two best friends fighting over someone handsome like me.” Justin puts both his hands on Katie and Sadie then pulls them closer to him. “You see, I have two faces, and by that I mean the right side and the left side. Sadie can do my right and Katie can do my left side. What do you say?” He makes peace between the girls. “Deal.” They both agreed satisfiedly.

Lindsay shakes her head and rolls her eyes seeing the girls’ instant tension. “Beth, you and DJ.” She points at both Beth and DJ. “Nice. We’re so going to have so much fun!” Beth utters and high-five DJ, he smiles. “ … Bridgette, hm… you’re with…” She taps her right index finger on her chin while she tries to pick either Geoffrey or Trenton, the boys left for options. Geoffrey is a bit panicked because he wishes to be paired with a particular girl. Meanwhile Trenton is just static as he’s not seeing what’s befalling him, same as Bridgette. Heather contrarily bites her lips. Nervous about the possibility of Lindsay’s choice. “Geoffrey.” Lindsay finally picks her choice. “YESSS!” Geoffrey shouts excitedly and jumps to the air as high as he could. Bridgette raises her eyebrows at him. Totally confused with his reaction. Heather gawking at Lindsay’s selection.

“Wait, so that leaves me with-” Trenton speaks under his breath. “Heatherrr!~ You go with Trenton.” Lindsay says. “WHAT? NO!!” Trenton objects. Heather hugs herself and takes a few steps away from him. “Aww, come on. If you go then who’s Heather gonna put makeup on?” Lindsay insists. “Well uhh, Tyler’s there.” Trenton points at Tyler who stands beside Lindsay from the start. “Sorry man. I just can’t do that.” Tyler declines. “What the? Then why are you here then?” Trenton perplexes. “I’m Lindsay's assistant for today. Never heard of makeup assistants?” Tyler states. “Well, to be fair, nope. I don’t.” Trenton replies. “You’re one poor guy. That’s why you need a makeover. C’mon, light up your face! The world would looove to see it.” Lindsay persuades with a sweet smile on her face. “Really?” Trenton feels a little delighted. Lindsay and Tyler smile and nod in sync. “Ahahaha, alrighty then.” Trenton complies. “Everyone! All of you can choose your spot around this area. Call me and Tyler whenever you’re done alright.” Lindsay says to all campers. After the grouping segment, all the participating campers took their spot facing each other. The girls get assorted makeup tools that they can trade with others or Lindsay later on.

“Sadie no, not there. Here. Katie, you dab a little lighter there.” Justin half-complains to make sure the makeup won’t ruin his looks while Katie and Sadie happily put blush and eyeliner on him with glittery eyes.

Lewshana suddenly stops from working as something is ticking her off. “What’s wrong, Lewshana? Are you alright?” Harold asks worriedly. “Oh yes I am until you keep smiling at me non-stop! It’s creeping me out.” She tells him what’s bothering her for minutes. “Ah sorry… It’s hard to resist when seeing such a magnificent woman like you this close.” He apologizes, rubs hands in guilt. She smiles pleasingly with raised eyebrows seeing him like that. “Just... keep still until I say I’m done. Okay, dreamy guy?” She tries to compromise with his silly behaviour. “Anything for you~” He willingly agrees.

“It’s been quite long since I put makeup on others. So I’m not sure which blush colour suits you hmm.” Beth being indecisive determining the suitability of DJ’s skin tone with the several colours available on the blush palette. “This one.” He casually points at one of the colours available on the blush palette with a friendly smile. “Wow, how did you know right away? Oh oh. Teach me! Teach me!” She was amazed by his confidence. “Of course. I can makeup you too if you want.” He gladly replies. “Yes please!” She gleefully accepts his offer.

“So Bridgette right? How long have you been surfing?” Geoffrey tries his best to spark some chatting time with Bridgette in an attempt to get to know her more. “I’ve been surfing since I was a little girl. My parents are such advocates for appreciating nature, saving wildlife and enjoying the breeze of the ocean. For short, it’s in my blood.” She proudly answers. “That’s awesome bra! Maybe we could surf the next day or whatever.” Geoffrey invites her by chance. “Sure, why not?” She’s being the same mind as him. “Cool.” He says shortly.

Trenton slouches on his seat while Heather fakes her excitement getting him as her partner with a split-second insincere smile. They both groan as soon as they meet eye to eye. “What an unfortunate day.” She throws her head back. “I was about to say the same.” He acknowledges her frustration. She calmly breathes. “Let’s… get this over alright?” “Okay.” He replies shortly with no enthusiasm.

While the others are busy with their makeup business, Owen comes to the scene with brownies smeared on his mouth. “Owen!~ Where have you been? I thought you wouldn't come.” Lindsay welcomes Owen. “Hello guys! Sorry for coming late hahaha. I've just finished my mission just now.” He claims. “You mean stealing brownies from Chef's kitchen?” Tyler notices the thing on Owen’s mouth. “Oops!” Owen wiped his mouth. “Hehehe, please don’t tell him. Or he’s gonna kill me! I mean, who could resist those delicious brownies?! The chocolate, the chunks, the yumminess!” He then starts to weep in fear. “Alright alright, we promise. Now that you’re here, why don’t you join the rest doing makeup?” Lindsay pats his back gently. “Did you say makeup? Ohh, I love makeup!” He claps lively. “Lindsay! We’re donee!~” Katie and Sadie finish their task. "Nice. Show me your work girls!” Lindsay encourages. “We presenting you, ... JUSTIN!!!” They proudly reveal Justin with makeup on. Lindsay & Owen ogle Justin’s beauty. Their view filled with imaginary hearts and sparkles on Justin. Tyler gasps. “Wonderheart!” He was annoyed with Lindsay’s reaction. Lindsay snapped out of her dreamy world. “Oops, sorry. But that’s what makeup does, Tyling. Maybe you could have some makeover on you?~” She teases her lover. He pushes both his palms towards her. “Uh, maybe save that for later, or never.” He anxiously rejects her offer. “Guys, I don't want to cut the scene but uhh can I see my face now?” Justin slips in. “Whoops! Sorry Justin.” Katie & Sadie give him a mirror. “Hmm, not bad. Could do a little more work here and there but this will do.” Justin comments. “Yayyy!” They gleefully cheer. Katie, Sadie and Justin go their own way after Lindsay takes a picture of them three. “Hey Owen, you can join us here. DJ is reaaally good at makeup. Look at me!” Beth invites Owen. “Wow! You look gorgeous, Beth! Maybe Justin will notice me more with cool makeup on me. I’m on your way guys!” He dashes to Beth and DJ.

“Geoffrey…” Bridgette sighs deeply. “What is it?” He concernedly asks. “I’m sorry... Like very sorry.” She apologizes all of a sudden. “What’s wrong?” He put hands on her shoulders. “I’m just… Not good at this makeup thing.” She shamely covers her face. He gently holds her hands trying to calm her down. “Aww Bridge, I’m sure people gonna like it.” He notices Lindsay and Tyler that are sauntering while checking on pairs that are still working on their makeup. “Hey look! It’s them. C’mon, show them your makeup skill.” He convinces her. “Are you sure? B-but you don’t even look at your face yet.” She opposes him. “I don’t need to look at it to know that you're very talented bra.” He assures her with a bold grin. She smiles sweetly.

--- Confessional ---

“Wow, this is the first time someone who barely knows me praises me for something other than surfing. It’s like-” Bridgette says joyfully then takes a quick breath. “-a fresh breath of air!” She continues.

---

“Lindsay! Tyler! We’re hereee!” Geoffrey waves with both arms up high.* Lindsay and Tyler walk together to them. They hold their laugh halfway when they get a close look at Geoffrey. “What’s so funny dude?” Geoffrey asks. Truly curious of their reaction. “Your face my man. Very funny.” Tyler replies and takes a pic without Geoffrey and Bridgette ready. “This is a gold comedy.” He adds. “Funny? Don’t you mean beautiful?” Geoffrey tries to be as positive as he can. “Perhaps you have to take a look for yourself.” Lindsay lends Geoffrey a mirror. Geoffrey quickly becomes wordless but screams terrifyingly as he terrorizes with what he sees. He then glances at Bridgette. She slumps her shoulders. Looking down with frown seeing his reception on her makeup work. “Bridge. … I-” He tries to console her but she collects tears in her eyes in flash. After that, she covers her face then runs away in embarrassment. “Bridgette? Bridgette! Argh, I messed up!” He regrets his actions. Possibly mad at himself as well.

Lewshana brushed a few last strokes on his face. “Mmm mmm! I think the cooking is ready now!” She speaks satisfiedly. “You can cook while doing makeup? Wow, what a superwoman you are!” Harold was amazed by her supposed abilities. “That means I’m done with the makeup, Funky Guy.” She corrects his statement. “Oh, so my face is like food? If it is, is it delicious?” He says in pure enthusiasm. She facepalms as he takes her words too seriously. “Hey you two over there! I’m all done with this dreamy white boy. So what do we do now hmm?” She calls out Lindsay and Tyler that happen to arrive nearby. “Wow, Lewshana! Your makeup is so... fantasy-like I’d say. In a good way of course.” Lindsay comments and Tyler nods along. “Is that true? Let me see my face first for confirmation. Even though I will say it’s perfect anyway.” Harold was eager to see the makeup. Lindsay passes him the mirror in her makeup pouch. “Woooowwww. I look…. like… a beautiful princess!” Harold is so amazed that he subconsciously enters his fantasy world while imagining himself in a beautiful dress and Lewshana in knight suit. He then kneels down and holds both her hands with pleading eyes. “Oh Lewshana, would you be my knight in shining armour, protect me from those mad dragons?” He points at Lindsay and Tyler. “HEY!” Lindsay and Tyler exclaim but less serious as they know he is just goofing around. Lewshana laughs amusingly at Harold's unscripted skit. “Your imagination is truly something sugar.” She pinches his cheek playfully. “Cut cut! Acting's over hehehe.” Lindsay claps an imaginary clapper meanwhile Tyler is ready with the camera. “Camera will be rolling for the next pic. Pose and say cheese in 3,2,1!” She counts with her fingers. Lewshana and Harold pose and smile accordingly, arm on each other’s shoulders. Harold has a big grin of proudness in the shot particularly.

Bridgette stumbles upon Geoffrey while trying to collect herself at the beach. “Sorry. Oh, umm. What are you doing here?” Geoffrey apologizes for the incident between them earlier and asks in concern. “You know, just umm, getting some time to cool off a little?” She replies. “Cool. Can I join?” He says. “Sure.” She says shortly. They sit down together on the sandy beach. Trying to dim their tension. “Sorry about that. ... You know?” He starts after a couple seconds of silence. She shakes her head. “I know I’m kinda being dramatic and because of that, I owe you an apology. So, I am sorry. I knew you did that just to be nice and stuff, but that's not an excuse to not improve myself. Next time, try to be honest with yourself, alright?” She nudges him. “A-are you sure about that?” He stutters. Unsure he hears things right. “Of course. We all humans have flaws. The difference is some people are more open about it, some people are not. Others might lie, and the rest never notice it. Well... maybe until someone else points it out.” She lectures humbly. “Whoa. That’s a lot of word bra! Might take me awhile to understand it.” He massages his forehead. She giggled and pats his shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll get it eventually.” “If you say so.” He chuckles. They next exchange slow eye blink and charming smiles.

DJ, Beth and Owen are happily sharing moments together with the makeup time. “Y’all seems so alive here. What’s the buzz all about?” Lindsay asks sportively. “Of course hahaha. Look at me! I’m beautiful!.” Owen answers. “Wow! DJ, you’re soooo going to be my makeup assistant!” She shrieks excitedly.

--- Confessional ---

“I secretly played with my Mama’s makeup one time. One day, I got caught. Thought I was gonna get punished but I ended up getting a makeup lesson from her.” DJ puts some blush on his cheeks with a proud smile.

---

Tyler gasps. “Wonderheart!” He was a little jealous. “Aww, of course you’ll always be my first and forever, Tyling. *Lindsay gently strokes his chin. “Hehehehe okay~ Alright, everyone. Get in your place and ready for a shot.” He gives in and sets up the camera for another shot. DJ, Beth and Owen all make peace signs and delightful grins as a trio unity. Tyler flashes the camera. “There, all done. I think we can call it a day now. Great job everyone!” He gives a thumbs up. The trio makes the same gestures back as a reply. “Is it though? I feel like we forgot someone. … Or sometwo?” Lindsay tries to track back their list of the makeup event participants. “Who could it be? Hmm…” Beth slips in. “Well, I saw Justin, Katie, Sadie, Geoff- Ah huh! Now remember. Did you?” Lindsay then turns to Tyler. “… Oh…” He pauses for a couple seconds and nods. “But before that can we take a break under the tree there? All the walking makes me a bit tired.” He says. “Aww, of course Tyling. Bye you three. See ya later!~” Lindsay and Tyler hold hands and casually leave the trio after they finish and return her stuff.

“What took you so long, porcupine?! I already can feel like we’re definitely the last one to finish.” Trenton whines. “Excuse me but this is a work of ART, greasy hair. Of course it’s going to be long to finish. Just shut your mouth and eyes so that my job will be done in a minute. Sheesh!” Heather replies sharply. “Urgh, fine!” He rolls and closes his eyes and mouth. “Phew!” After a couple minutes, Heather wipes her forehead with the back of her hand. “Your face is one big wall but this will be worth it.” She was satisfied with her work. “Whatever, can I see my face already? He asks dryly. “Sure thing!” *Passes him a mirror while holding her laugh.

/// ENDING 1 ///

“Wha-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY FACE!???” Trenton screams hysterically, seeing his face resembling what he was terrified of as a kid. “Give a makeover that you deserve!” Heather burst out a laugh as soon he was horrified by his so-called new look. “You kidding me!? I look like a mime!!!” He shouts ragingly. “Okay, what about it hmm?” She replies with a sassy voice. “Do you know how much I hate mime?!” He furiously asks. “Judging from your face, I just so happen to know it now.” She boldly faces him. “You give me bad makeup, I give you bad makeup!” He angrily snatches eyeliner from her hand while threatening her. She gasps and fastly snarls. “Oh no you don’t!!!”

Somewhere nearby Trenton and Heather, Zeke was huffed slowly stopping from running. “Who told you to stop pipsqueak?! I’m not slowing down all day just to see you being lazy!” Eva runs and shouts far behind him. “But my legs are starting to cramp! Ah!!!!” He tiredly sits and massages his legs. “That’s because you don’t warm up correctly! I already warned you but you don’t listen!” She reprimands of his carelessness. He suddenly hears some commotion. “Did you hear something?” She eventually stops from her running. “Now that you’re mentioning it, yes I do. I wonder where it came from?” She wonders, scanning her left and right. “I think it’s coming from over here.” He directs her to the sound source. Zeke and Eva instinctively hide behind a huge growing tree. They’re seeing Trenton and Heather fighting tooth and nail. “Great. Now the angry pants are making a show.” Eva puts hands on her hips and rolls eyes. “But I’m enjoying it.” She adds with snickers. “Uhh aren’t we gonna check them if they’re just playing around? They look serious, like that one couple who fight to death on the TV.” Zeke anxiously persuades her to check the fighting duo. “Nah, I’m sure they’re good.” She brushes him off confidently. This makes him stare at her in concern and worry.

Trenton hardly grips her shirt and pulls her closer to him with his other hand ready with eyeliner, held in a way to attempt stabbing it to her eyes. Heather grabs his arm with the eyeliner and hardly pushes it far enough for her jaw to open and presses his arm with her teeth solidly. He is only barely able to scratch her face with the eyeliner and throws it aside as his plan fails. In no time he pulls his bitten arm away to let it free from her jaws grip. After that he used the other arm to try snatching a bottle of white foundation that rolled nearby to continue his messing-up-her-face mission. Out of rage adrenaline, she swings her leg high and near his head with her front leg (read: high roundhouse kick). He hastily grasps her motionful leg, causing a huge pushing impact on his side face and losing body balance in split-second.

“Wait a minute, that’s illegal! Zeke, I think you’re right. We need to do something.” Eva is fancy watching Trenton and Heather like they're amateur wrestlers for a couple seconds until she realizes they did some illegal moves in wrestling. “Oh now you’re agreeing.” He crosses arms and sulks. “We have no time to waste, pipsqueak. Go get help and FAST!” She raises her voice up. “Then what you’ll be doing?” He asks, dissatisfied of her sudden direction. “I stay here because I’m your instructor. Now go go go!” She commands sternly. Having no much choice siding him, he sighs then runs in order to find someone nearby for the emergency. “HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!!!” He screams. “Who’s that?” Lindsay heard Zeke but unsure whose voice it was. “Sounds like Zeke. Looks like he’s in trouble.” Tyler dashed towards Zeke as Zeke is soon seen by him from far away and Lindsay tags along. “Hey dude, you look hurried. Is there anything we can help?” Tyler asks worriedly. “They. Fight. Real. Argh, I have no time to explain, just follow me!” Zeke rushes back to where he and Eva saw Trenton and Heather while the couple tail him from behind. They’re very shocked to see a huge altercation between Trenton and Heather. Without a question, Tyler impulsively joins Eva giving an extra hand to drag raging Trenton away from Heather. Meanwhile Lindsay and Zeke lock Heather’s arms and abdomen to avoid more injuries than they already had.

“YOU! What are you so mad about?! Did you know you could kill her in any second?” Eva scolded him. “What if that’s what I wanna do...” Trenton growls, glaring both Eva and Tyler intensely. They’re bulging their eyes of terror as they don’t get to see much of his face while the two are fighting because his hair covers most of it. “I was about to ask that too. Ahahahahahaha… haha… ha...” Tyler tries to break the silence with awkward laughter.

--- Confessional ---

“I swear, if Eva and I lose our grip for one second, Heather would definitely be a dead beaten meat in no time with Trenton in that much anger!” Tyler shudders remembering the incident.

---

Heather collapsed as soon as Trenton was far away from her. “A-are you okay, Heather?” Lindsay gets Heather up sitting on the ground and patting her back. “Other than my face smeared with bonus makeup, I’m alright… I think…” Heather says, seeing her injuries inflicted by Trenton’s massive rage. Some part of her was satisfied but other part felt it was wrong of her for causing him to do so. “Don’t guys are not supposed to wear makeup?” Zeke slips in. “No, you get that wrong, Zeke. Trust me, once you see DJ’s makeup work, you’ll change your mind.” Lindsay puts a hand on his shoulder and the other hand wipes the air. He nods in trying to understand Lindsay’s statement. “So if what you’re saying is true, that means YOU’RE the one who gives the wrong kind of makeup to him.” He points to Heather. Heather gasps in shock. “What? No! It’s a work of art. He’s the one who can’t appreciate it. You too!” She crosses her arms, looking away. “Then why would he be so mad?” He sighs as he gets tired because he had too much information to digest in one go. Something that is still new to him due to him being homeschooled where he was taught things slowly one by one. “You know what, suit yourself. I’m outta here. Geez…” He’s so done for the day and walks away. Lindsay shakes her head seeing them two.

--- Confessional ---

“I can’t believe that even the homeschool boy said my makeup sucked! Why am I surrounded with uncultured people? Arghhhh!” Heather rants in dissatisfaction with “everyone” trying to burn her down.

---

--- Cut Confessional ---

“Yes, correct and A+. I know the fight is gonna happen. Too bad I don’t get to take some shots of them. Actually, I do plan to mess up with other Gophers beforehand but putting Trenton and Heather together is easy instant drama. Stab the surface then ambush the interior! Ahhahahahahah! But to be fair, Heather is the one who gave him the makeup. She digs her own grave. Not me.” Lindsay disclosed the essence of the incident.

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Later in the evening, Trenton knocks the girls’ cabin door. Coincidentally, Lindsay is the one who opens the door. “Oh.” She says half-surprised. “Lindsay hey! Good that you’re here. Well, umm I want to say that err I’m very sorry about this morning. I don’t mean to ruin your makeup tools.” With his back slightly down, a hand brushing his nape and eyes on the floor, he politely apologized. “Aren't you supposed to say sorry to Heather?” She low-key tries to stir his mind but actually curious with his reaction as well. “Maybe for the later time. Besides, she left me all these marks and bruises.” He gently brushes his bandaged arm. “Man, that girl is something grr! I don’t think I even want to talk to her for a couple days unless I reaaally have no other choice.” He complains. “Understandable. I would be mad too if I get horrible makeup done on my face… She nods in understanding his difficulty. He then bitterly smiles. “So what do you say?” “Alright alright, forgive you. Besides, my stuff's all fine. Don’t sweat it. I worry more about your injuries here. It looks ... so serious.” She inspects his covered wounds half-worried knowing that she’s part of the cause. “Yeah… Umm, can I ask you something?” He tries to change the topic. Not wanting to keep dwelling about it. “Sure what is it?” She goes along. He scans his surroundings and beckons after that to whisper his request to her. She simply nods to what he's whispering about.

Skipped to the next day. Almost all campers except for one are already gathered around Chris. At this point they’re hoping for the last camper to join them as soon as possible or the challenge will not be started. Impatience started to get into Eva. “What took him so long??! Urgh! I swear if he doesn’t turn up in the next second, I’ll-” “Sorry for making you wait awhile, Miss Eva, and everyone.” Trenton interrupts while catwalks towards them. “Oh, you again... No wonder.” Eva sighs gladly that she doesn’t have to wait any longer. “Yeah… Hey, thanks for yesterday, and you three too. I owe you guys a lot.” Trenton thanks Zeke, Lindsay and Tyler with smiles and keeps walking. All other campers stare at him with assorted reactions. “Whatever”, weirded out, curious, wonder, and even impressed, all jumbled in.

“Well, well, well. What we have here hmm?” Chris asks. So puzzled with Trenton’s new style. “I just got a new routine. That’s all.” Trenton shrugs. “Yeah yeah. I can see that. Make sure to beat the clock next time dude, the clock is still ticking when you’re not walking.” Chris taps his watch that is hugging his left wrist. “Heheh alright.” Trenton replies shortly. “Man, you’re looking like you have an attitude with that face, and the bandages too.” Duncan sportively taunts. “Oh Dunc! I already had that actually. But only for a PARTICULAR person. You know who.” Trenton smashes Dunc’s words including a smirk. “Haha, Nice one.” Dunc was thrilled with Trenton’s wit. Trenton then seeks for remaining seats. He feels disappointed as no other seat other than next to Heather. Eventually, he reluctantly sits beside her.

“Well, well, well…” Heather tries to needle him but he quickly snarls in front of her. “Okay, okay. I-I’ll give you some space.” She pushes palms towards him and slides herself slightly away from him. “… I’m sorry alright…” She looks down and brushes her arm with guilt. He only blows steam through his nose and rolls eyes. Not in the mood to respond to anything from her.

--- Confessional ---

“Yesterday's event was very harsh with all these hurties, but it inspires me to start having a new look. You know, trying something new hahaha. All thanks to Lindsay.” Trenton pulls out an eyeliner, presumably given by Lindsay from his trouser pocket. “... Okay maybe porcupine as well urgh!” He finally admits begrudgingly.

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#total drama #camp tv #camp tv trenton #camp tv heather #td trent #td gwen #td gwent #trent x gwen #trenton x heather #heathton #camp tv short story #camp tv island #camp tv otherway #syahazart #wacom intuos art #clip studio paint #the cursive L at Lindsay's mirror is a total LUCK #like one stroke of perfection like WHAT #also I now I realized why the mime at Island has bluish tone for his white makeup ahahahhahaha

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Flufftober 23: Letters

Summary: Aziraphale still has secrets.

One of Aziraphale’s most prized possessions was his old, secretary-style desk. It was filled with big drawers, little drawers, cubbies, and pigeon holes. He had purchased it in the 18th century; two hundred years later, it had that glow unique to well-loved and well-maintained furniture. Of all the individual pieces of furniture in his shop, it was undoubtedly his favorite.

Among the many valued features of his desk was a small, hidden compartment just behind the smaller drawers on the top. By placing your fingers exactly so, you could press a small bump that in turn slid a panel back and opened up a space just the right size for hiding away a stack of papers or a small book. The angel used it to hide away things that he had formerly wanted to keep from the archangels’ eyes – letters of a personal nature, some of them between him and Crowley, and some of them from humans he had been close to over the years.

Even Crowley didn’t know about the compartment, as far as he was aware. Not that he wouldn’t have shown him, if asked – but sometimes it was nice to have an inconsequential secret in reserve, something to keep to yourself like a magpie with a shiny pebble.

He hardly ever opened it, so he was somewhat surprised when the bump caught his eye one morning as he sat with his cup of English Breakfast tea, getting ready to start his day.

Curious, he pressed it, and it slid open with a soft snick.

There were a few dozen letters inside, tied with an old blue ribbon, and a few other ephemera he’d collected over the years. Most were old, quite old. Several of them had antique wax seals on them. One was even a scroll.

Aziraphale took a sip of his tea and let his eyes roam over the envelopes. Most of them, the ones from Crowley, he knew by heart, having read them innumerable times. A few of them were less familiar, because he hadn’t returned to them as often. It was one small set of these that he pulled out – a half dozen missives from his dear friend Oscar, a cherished memento and one he didn’t often examine because the loss was relatively recent and fresh. And also because Crowley tended, even now, to bristle somewhat adorably whenever Mr. Wilde’s name was mentioned, so he tried to spare him the aggravation. Still, Crowley was out, and he felt that he’d gained the distance to re-read them.

He sat back in his chair, tea in hand, and unfolded the first one. Oscar’s letters were an experience just to look at – his wild handwriting looped and sloped across the page, and he was downright profligate with spacing, sprawling his large words across them without regard to margins or line height. Aziraphale smiled, remembering his exuberance from this small thing.

The first letter he pulled out was from 1882.

My dear boy, it began.

How are you in London? Having found much delight in our recent visit, I thought I would share with you the depth of doldrums I find myself faced with at your absence. Truly you are cruel to withhold yourself from further visits with me; please remedy this at once by joining me in North America, for this tour is interminable. I arrived in New York on Wednesday and was immediately set upon by …

He read it closely in silence, a smile on his lips – this, he knew, was one of the few happy letters in the pile, and his heart broke in advance thinking of what was to come. He read through one other relatively pleasant, chatty letter from his London days, then got to the difficult materials – two letters written from jail, and finally two increasingly desperate letters from his final days in France.

When he finished, he put them down on the desk and laid his face in his hands, overcome with sadness for his lost friend.

“Angel?” came a voice behind him. “You okay?”

Aziraphale actually jumped. Somehow he hadn’t heard Crowley come in. He discreetly wiped his eyes and straightened his shoulders.

“Oh!” he said nervously. “Crowley, love! You’re back! I didn’t see you there!” He stood up with his back to the desk, hiding the contents from view.

“Why’re you upset?” Crowley asked, worried. “Has something happened?”

“No, no, nothing like that. Just thinking over some old memories, got myself a little worked up, I’m afraid. I’m fine!” He gestured to the back room. “Shall we go make some more tea? Mine’s gotten quite cold.”

Crowley narrowed his eyes. “No, thanks, I’m fine. What’s all that?” he asked, pointing at the desk.

“Correspondence,” the angel said lamely. “Nothing important.”

“Nothing important that has you crying at your desk at eleven in the morning?” Crowley said, arms crossed. “’fess up, angel. What’s going on?”

Aziraphale sighed petulantly. “Well if you must know I was reading through old letters. From a friend. And they’re quite sad.”

“What friend?”

Aziraphale just shrugged.

“What friend?” Crowley insisted.

Aziraphale huffed. “Oh for Heaven’s sake, they’re from Oscar. I came across them this morning, haven’t read them in years.”

Ah, Crowley frowned, that explains it. Old Oscar. The demon tried to bite it back, he really did, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Sitting here crying over your old love, angel?” he said bitterly. “That seems a bit maudlin, doesn’t it?”

Aziraphale glared at him. “We weren’t lovers.”

Crowley wasn’t sure if he believed him. At a minimum, Wilde had definitely been a flirtation, if nothing else. He suspected a bit more had occurred than the angel was willing to admit. It was his own fault for missing that century, but that didn’t make it any easier to bear that the angel had had feelings for someone else.

“I’ve heard that story before,” Crowley said, kicking himself mentally even as he couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth. This was an old and tired argument and he couldn’t believe he was starting it when the angel was clearly upset.

“Not,” Aziraphale said with increasing testiness, “that I have to explain myself to you, dear. You chose to sleep through that century and if I took comfort in someone else that’s no one’s fault but yours.”

“Oh really, now, is it?” Crowley snapped. “Because I was away from you lots of times for decades and even centuries and I never ‘took comfort’—” he paused to make the appropriate air quotes “—in some human.”

“And if you had it would have been just fine,” Aziraphale snarled back, standing up and taking a step towards him. He looked frighteningly cross. “I certainly wouldn’t be bullying you about it a hundred and thirty years later, you overbearing –”

The angel cut himself off, just in time to prevent whatever insult had been about to escape his lips. Instead Crowley watched as Aziraphale’s face shuttered closed and he set about straightening his coat, waistcoat, and cuffs, which he knew from long experience was always a defensive move.

“Pardon me,” Aziraphale said formally. “I’m going out.” And he brushed by Crowley and was out the door before the demon could even form a thought.

“Shit,” the demon said to the room around him. “Shit, shit, shit.”

He took one last look at the pile of envelopes on the desk and then walked away, avoiding temptation like any proper demon would certainly not do, and went upstairs to sulk at his own idiocy.

He received a text a while later.

A: Read the letters, if you want.

C: I don’t have to, angel.

A: I want you to.

C: Come home.

A: Read them.

Crowley, reluctant but intrigued, went back downstairs and sat down at the desk, where several things became immediately apparent to him.

One, the majority of envelopes spread out across the desk were from him, and they had obviously been handled frequently from the crumpled, soft edges of the envelopes and the worn corners.

Two, there were a small pile of objects scattered among the letters that he recognized. A black feather he knew was his. An oyster shell. An old hankerchief with a small snake embroidered on it. An old wax sealing ring with his insignia on it. Things of his.

Three, there were only a few open letters, perhaps six in total, and they appeared quite crisp in comparison to everything else. He took a moment to sort them into chronological order and began reading.

When he finished, his thoughts were spinning. The letters were mostly sad. The first two were flirtatious, yes, but Aziraphale’s friend mostly wrote to him about his despair in prison, about the friends who had abandoned him after he was disgraced and ruined, about the loves who turned against him, about his poverty and poor health in France. The last letter, terribly short and brutal, discussed his failing strength and impending death in a dingy hotel room with dismal wallpaper and few comforts. He thanked Aziraphale for his friendship and begged him to remember him.

And then the letters stopped.

I am an ass, Crowley thought.

Aziraphale showed up about thirty minutes later, looking drawn. Crowley met him at the door, helped him out of his coat and gently led him to the couch.

“I’m sorry, angel,” he said. “It doesn’t matter what he was to you. I’m going to stop with this whole routine, okay?”

Aziraphale sniffed, clearly not quite ready to forgive. “We shall see, shan’t we?”

“The letters were really sad,” Crowley admitted. “Not what I expected. And there weren’t very many of them.”

“No.”

Chilly, still, Crowley thought.

“Doesn’t look like you’d read them much," he commented gently, still trying to find a way to open up a conversation. "They were all crisp, compared to the other ones.”

That seemed to work a little.

"No," Aziraphale admitted. "I haven’t read them often. It’s hard to see the downward spiral of someone who was brilliant and full of life.” He flushed and looked as if he’d said too much, and Crowley saw him tense up again.

“I can see that,” Crowley said softly. He was going to be good if it killed him. If the angel wanted to reminisce about how wonderfully and sensitively Oscar kissed he was going to sit here and be supportive, even if he had to stab himself in the hand with a fork to let the feelings out later. Because honestly, the angel was right. It didn't matter.

Aziraphale relaxed fractionally and took a breath.

Crowley steeled himself to offer the first positive comment he had ever made about Mr. Wilde in recorded history. “He’s… he’s interesting. And I can see that he cared for you.”

Aziraphale looked at him consideringly. “He did.”

“Well then, he wasn’t a complete idiot, was he?” Crowley said with a smile.

Aziraphale cracked a small smile back and the room thawed considerably.

“Want some cocoa?” Crowley asked. “I’ve got those fancy marshmallows that are shaped like squares and those peppermint spoons that dissolve.”

“Oh,” the angel breathed. “That does sound nice! Thank you, dear.”

Crowley wandered off to the kitchen, quietly magicking both of the things he had just mentioned (and which he did not, in fact, have) into existence as he went, and set about making the best Belgian cocoa he could, then setting it up on a lovely tray with a flower and a plate of biscuits. He was going to spend the rest of the day being exceedingly nice to his angel.

Aziraphale watched carefully as the demon left the room, then went over to the desk and straightened up the pile of letters and objects. He slid them back into the compartment and sealed it quietly before Crowley could return and note its existence. It gave him a small thrill of satisfaction to do so.

He thanked the lord he hadn’t also gotten out the admiring letters from Noel Coward and Truman Capote.

The demon didn’t have to know everything, after all.

#good omens oneshot #flufftober 2019 #ineffable husbands #Aziraphale x crowley #Oscar wilde #jealousy #mostly fluff

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Life’s Ineffable Like That (Repost)

Ineffable Husbands, Post-Not-Apocalypse, Light-hearted shenanigans, Fluff

Summary: Crowley wakes up to find a human child left on his doorstep. He’s not sure where it came from, or who it belongs to, but he’s got a vague idea what to do with it. The trouble is getting Aziraphale to agree.

A/N: Alright, one more time! Here’s hoping the tags actually work! I originally posted this on my primary blog shenanigans-and-imagines, but decided to put it here for now, for hopefully obvious reasons.

This is going to just be a series of one-shots set it this universe. I don’t really have things in chronological order. If anybody would like to be tagged for this series or has any prompts, please let me know. And finally PLEASE COMMENT AND REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THIS!!!

Word Count: 2.8K

It took a lot to surprise Crowley.

Having been on the Earth since the very beginning and being older still, it would be an understatement to say he’d been ‘round the block a few times.

A more accurate description would be he’d been ‘round the area on which the block would eventually be built a few thousand times, eventually watched the construction of the block with a cup of tea, and then went around the newly constructed block a few hundred thousand times more; occasional stops for repairs notwithstanding. So, when one says that Crowley was taken by surprise when he opened his door to find a baby, in a basket, with a note attached, it is no small thing.

His first sinking feeling was it was another Anti-Christ after the last one had been a bust. He couldn’t imagine his superiors below would ever trust him with such a task again; part of the ineffable plan be damned. However, one look at the child told him otherwise.

It was human; from its tiny human dark-skinned toes to its tiny human wisps of black hair. One hundred percent, certified, distant relation to Adam and Eve, human. The next question was, who on Earth would place a human child in the care of a soldier of Hell?

He looked out into the hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of who ever had dropped the child on his door step. Nothing came of it, of course, but Crowley felt he had to at least put in the effort. He looked down again.

The child was now staring up at him. Its large brown eyes didn’t blink once as they took turns examining each other.

“Right,” Crowley said. “You aren’t going to cause trouble if I check something, are you?”

The baby blinked, and Crowley took it as a yes.

Slowly, the demon crouched down and took the note off the basket. Unfortunately, it was indeed, addressed to one A. J. Crowley.

He grimaced and opened the letter, which read as follows;

Crowley,

I’m not sure if you remember me, but I remember you. The night we had together is one I could never forget, for, as I hope is apparent to you now, obvious reasons. I couldn’t bear to give her away. You hear such awful things about foster care and orphans in books and the like. I just knew she’d be safe with you.

Janet

Crowley stared at the letter for a good long while. She had been right; he couldn’t remember her.

But, the letter had managed to answer three things. One, the baby was female. Two, the mother clearly didn’t know who Crowley really was. And three, this clearly was a big mix-up, but not by the postman. It also answered a bonus forth question; the child was not his problem.

Without another thought on the matter, Crowley closed the door with a mild thud.

The child, however, would not allow Crowley to dismiss her without another thought on the matter.

Muffled wails came from the other side of the door. Crowley turned towards it, his lip tightening.

“Oh, so that’s how you’re going to play is it? Go ahead! I watched after the wrong Anti-Christ for eleven years, I can take it.”

The cries continued all the same as Crowley went about his morning routine. Or at least, as he tried to go about his morning routine.

He had hoped somebody else might hear the baby crying and take care of it themselves. Or maybe the baby would just stop when it realized it wasn’t going to get its way. He had no such luck on either front.

For one, he essentially lived alone on the top floor the apartment complex; so, the chances of a good Samaritan stopping in were slim to none. And for second, a new born human is as stubborn as a full-grown mule.

The baby cried as he prepped his coffee with a pressed lip. It continued on through his bedroom walls as he got dressed with gritted teeth. And finally got to him when he was about to water his plants.

“Fine!” he snapped, storming back towards the door. “Fine! Fine! Fine!”

He didn’t stop saying “fine” until the basket was placed on the dining room table just off the kitchen.

The child was still crying, but it had changed from the attention seeking wails to a more whimpering blubber.

Crowley let out an annoyed sigh, making a silent prayer to either side that nobody notice what he was about to do. With a snap of his fingers a bottle of warm milk appeared in his hand.

“Happy now?” he grumbled, as he held the bottle for the girl to drink.

The baby did so, staring up at him with wide eyes. She did not appear unhappy. The bottle had effectively stopped her cries. But, Crowley vaguely felt like she was threatening to start again should he try anything. He might have been impressed of her stubbornness if it wasn’t directed at him.

The moment’s quiet finally gave him time to think. And that time to think helped him to remember just how this mix up might have started.

He had been hearing more and more things on the news about sex, abortions, and if the government should or should not have a say in it. This was not a new topic of conversation. Sex had always been a hot button issue to humans; seven deadly sins and all that. But, what humans failed to realize was the sin wasn’t the lust itself, rather all the things humans were willing to do to satisfy it; anger, betrayal, jealousy, the lot. It came to the point where Crowley just had to know what all the fuss was about. He was a demon after all, it was his job to allow himself the occasional indulgence in sin.

So, one night, he went out, got drunk and indulged. One man, one woman, just to give each a fair shot.

It was good. He wouldn’t say he’d go out of his way to do it again. Or even if he could justify why humans were willing to kill each other over it; however, he could see why it might be done recreationally.

Timeline wise, it more or less coincided with the appearance of a one-month old baby on his doorstep. However, there was no conceivable way he was actually the father. Humans and demons couldn’t make children. It would be like an ape trying to have a baby with a snake, rather literally in this case. Which meant, she had a human father somewhere out there, but who or where he was was a question Crowley couldn’t answer.

Giving her back to her mother was out. She had cast her aside. The child had no home to be returned to. There was only one thing Crowley could do in this situation. He pulled the bottle away and picked up the phone.

“Sorry, we’re quite closed,” Aziraphale answered.

“It’s me,” Crowley said quickly. “I need you to come over.”

“Something’s happened?” the angel asked, immediately recognizing his friend’s tone.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

Then, as if waiting for her cue, the baby began to cry once more.

“Is that a baby?” Aziraphale asked, alarmed. “Another Anti-Christ?!”

“No,” Crowley assured. “No, no Anti-Christ. Look, difficult to explain on the phone, just come over here.”

“I’m on my way.”

They both clicked off.

The baby cried, and Crowley was just about finished.

“Right,” he snapped, walking back towards her. With dramatic flair, he tore off his sunglasses, letting the child get full view of his slitted, yellow eyes.

“You are going to stop crying,” he growled in the same tone he used on his plants when one of them developed a spot. “You are going to sit there and behave until the angel figures out what do to with you. Do you understand?”

The baby blinked, and Crowley prepared himself for the cry of fear.

But, it never came. Instead, she out stretched her arms, brushing his nose with her tiny fingers.

“What are you doing?” he asked, suspiciously.

She didn’t answer. She just continued to swing her little arms around, trying to get a grip on his chin and face, and anywhere else she could manage to reach.

Crowley pulled back a hair but allowed his hand to come within her range flailing limbs.

�� She took hold of one of his fingers and let out a gurgle of satisfaction.

The demon stared down, not quite sure what to make of it. The sensation of having his hand look so monstrously large when compared to hers, made his stomach twist in a foreign, but not entirely unpleasant way.

She pulled his finger closer to her with no indication she was going to let go any time soon.

“You’ve got so sense of self-preservation, do you,” he asked, dismissively.

She batted his hand in response.

Before he even fully realized he was doing it, he picked her up, careful to let her chin rest against his shoulder as he held her. She started to drool on his jacket, but he found himself not really caring. He could always miracle it away later.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that,” he said. “Whoever ends up looking after you is going to have their work cut out for them.”

He walked through the flat towards the living room, not waiting for a response.

“Aziraphale will probably say to give you away. Make sure you’re picked up by some loving perfectly normal human family. Boring answer, really. But that would be the right thing to do, wouldn’t it?”

He sat down on the couch, adjusting so he was leaning back as the baby lay on his chest.

“God forbid an angel not to the right thing,” he continued, ironically. “But, I’m not an angel, am I? I’m not supposed to do the right thing.”

He let the thought stew for a moment before continuing.

“My lot would probably just leave you behind a dumpster. Or find some place out of a Charles Dicken’s novel to drop you. Basic set up for a miserable life; no real thought put into it. No imagination.”

The child let out a little yawn, gripping vaguely at the fabric of Crowley’s shirt.

He caught himself smiling at the action. “Serves you right, a full hour of wailing can really take it out of you.”

She didn’t make any more sounds one way or the other. Her eyes simply fell closed.

Crowley kept a hand on her to keep her from sliding off his chest before leaning fully back to stare at the ceiling. An idea was forming in his mind; one he was growing more and more keen to act on. He would just need to convince Aziraphale to go along with it.

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When the angel arrived at the flat, Crowley was still on the couch, now with the baby safely cradled in his arms.

“Oh, thank God,” the angel said, breathing an audible sigh of relief. “It’s human.”

“I said as much, didn’t I,” Crowley defended.

“You said it wasn’t another Anti-Christ,” the angel replied. “That leaves plenty of other options open.”

Crowley didn’t really have a counter argument and opted for a general nod of the head from side to side.

“Well, either way, you’re here now. Take her for a moment, will you?”

He didn’t wait for Aziraphale to respond before practically shoving the girl into the angel’s arms.

Aziraphale took her, of course, cradling her head with the same care he might with his beloved books.

“Hello there,” he cooed only a little awkwardly.

The child opened its eyes with the same curiosity it did when examining Crowley. Perhaps it was his angelic nature, or maybe she was still tired from a good cry, but she cooed back, her hands grabbing vaguely in his direction.

Aziraphale smiled at the action, and gladly gave her one of his fingers to play with before addressing the demon in the room.

“Where did she come from?

“Now angel, it’s been six thousand years. You really need me to explain the bird and the bees?”

“You know what I mean,” Aziraphale said, trying to place more indignity than embarrassment in his tone.

Crowley rolled his eyes behind his glasses, handed Aziraphale the note, and leaned against the island countertop as the angel read.

Aziraphale finished the note, his brows furrowing in confusion. “This is clearly some sort of mistake.”

“That’s what I said,” Crowley said, taking back the note.

“You can’t possibly be the father.”

“Obviously.”

“So why does she think you are?”

Crowley crossed his arms, doing his best to say the words as casually as possible. “Probably because I had sex with her.”

Aziraphale blinked. “You what?”

“I. Had. Sex. With. Her.” The demon repeated, slowly.

Aziraphale blinked again. There wasn’t any judgement on his part that Crowley could detect, just a general confusion as if he had just confessed, he liked peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches.

“But, why?” the angel finally asked.

“Curiosity,” Crowley answered, this time with genuine casualness.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“There was nothing to tell. It was a one-off thing. Well, two off,” he said, with a shrug. “Different person, nice man.”

Aziraphale stared at him for a long while before letting out a tired sigh.

“I will never fully understand you Crowley.”

“Probably not,” he admitted. “But, I doubt we’d be friends if you did.”

The angel didn’t argue, looking back down at the human baby in his arms.

“I suppose it doesn’t matter where she came from,” he said. “The simple fact is she’s here, and she needs a home.”

The child’s eyes were beginning the close again as Aziraphale swayed gently back and forth, her grip still tight around his finger.

“I suppose we’ll have to find some adoption agency,” Aziraphale said, his voice sounding almost melancholy at the prospect. “There are plenty here doing good work.”

“Yeah, about that,” Crowley said, taking a stride towards him. “I was thinking, we could try something else.”

“Such as?”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I was thinking about keeping her.”

“What?!”

“Shh! Not so loud. She’s going to sleep.”

“You can’t keep her, Crowley,” Aziraphale said. His voice, though a whisper, lost none of its edge. “She’s a human being, not a plant you can terrorize.”

“So, she’s a human being, I’ve taken care of a human being before.”

“As a nanny, for a handful of years, and that was for work.”

Crowley could see the frustration rising in Aziraphale’s temples as the angel took a breath.

“This isn’t a one-off thing,” he continued. “This is a life. A human life. She should be with other humans.”

“And humans can do better than us, can they?”

“They were able to handle the Anti-Christ much better than us, if I recall.”

Crowley floundered for a moment before recovering. “Yeah, well, we helped.”

“By being incompetent.”

The demon let out a huff of frustration. “Fine, you don’t want in. You don’t want in. But then what happens to her after this is on you.”

“Excuse me?”

Crowley’s eyes narrowed making a point to circle the angel, as he put special care into his next few sentences.

“Let’s say you take her to an adoption agency. Maybe even go so far as to miracle her a nice normal family. Then what? Forget? Let the world do with her as it likes? This cold, careless world that so often let’s bad things happen to good people. If a child were left on your doorstep, would you really just let her go?”

Aziraphale opened his mouth to answer but stopped as the child made another small cooing sound. He looked down again, his eyes softening at the odd little bundle even as conflict still raged back and forth.

“We can’t,” he said, with no real conviction.

“Maybe you can’t. I’m keeping her whether you say yes or no.” He then took another step forward and pulled the child out of the angel’s arms.

Aziraphale floundered, completely shocked by his friend’s actions. “But—"

“Let’s see,” Crowley said, speculatively. “Girls names. Girls names. Let’s go with –”

“No!” Aziraphale interrupted. “No! You can’t just name her. Once you name her, we’re sunk.”

“We? You just said yourself angel, you can’t.”

“Well, you’re forcing my hand,” he countered. “I can’t very well stand by and watch you create your own personal foot soldier of hell now can I?”

Crowley grinned, knowing full well the excuse was just that, an excuse. “Good, it’s settled, we’ll raise Izzie together.”

“Izzie?” Aziraphale said, doubtfully.

“Short for Isabelle.”

The angel raised an eyebrow.

“What?” Crowley asked. “You think I’m going to name my kid after some demon or something cruel like Bobbi Jean?” He shook his head. “No. I think Izzie is just wrong enough. Izzies are always crazy.”

Izzie raised no objections to this as she gurgled peacefully.

Aziraphale assessed the reaction carefully, before taking a small step closer.

Izzie spotted him and her hands reached out for the angel’s finger once more. He let her take without hesitation.

“Well for my money, I think Belle suits her much better,” Aziraphale said.

“Whatever you say angel.”

#ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable dads #isabelle crowley #good omens

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 5 years ago

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Life’s Ineffable Like That

Ineffable Husbands, Post-Apocalypse, Light-hearted shenanigans, Fluff

AO3 Link/ Support Me on Ko-fi

A/N: This is going to just be a series of one-shots set it this universe. I don’t really have things in chronological order. If anybody would like to be tagged for this series or has any prompts, please let me know. And finally PLEASE COMMENT AND REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THIS!!!

It took a lot to surprise Crowley.

Having been on the Earth since the very beginning and being older still, it would be an understatement to say he’d been ‘round the block a few times.

A more accurate description would be he’d been ‘round the area on which the block would eventually be built a few thousand times before eventually watching the construction of the block with a cup of tea and then going around the newly constructed block a few hundred thousand times more; occasional stops for repairs notwithstanding. So, when one says that Crowley was taken by surprise when he opened his door to find a baby in a basket with a note attached, it is no small thing.

His first sinking feeling was that this was another Anti-Christ after the last one had been a bust. He couldn’t imagine his superiors below would ever trust him with such a task again; part of the ineffable plan be damned. However, one look at the child told him otherwise.

He looked out into the hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of who ever had drop the child on his door step. Nothing came of it, of course, but Crowley felt he had to at least put in the effort. He looked down again.

The child was now staring up at him. Its large brown eyes didn’t blink once as they took turns examining each other.

“Right,” Crowley said. “You aren’t going to cause trouble if I check something, are you?”

The baby blinked, and Crowley took it as a yes.

Slowly, the demon crouched down and took the note off the basket. Unfortunately, it was indeed, addressed to one A. J. Crowley.

He grimaced and opened the letter, which read as follows;

Crowley,

Janet

Crowley stared at the letter for a good long while. She had been right; he couldn’t remember her. But the letter had managed to answer three things. One, the baby was female. Two, the mother clearly didn’t know who Crowley really was. And three, this clearly was a big mix-up, but not by the postman. It also answered a bonus forth question; the child was not his problem.

Without another thought on the matter, Crowley closed the door with a mild thud.

The child, however, would not allow Crowley to dismiss her without another thought.

Muffled wails came from the other side of the door. Crowley turned towards it, his lip tightening.

“Oh, so that’s how you’re going to play is it? Go ahead! I watched after the wrong Anti-Christ for eleven years, I can take it.”

The cries continued all the same as Crowley went about his morning routine. Or at least, while he tried to go about his morning routine.

“Fine!” he snapped, storming back towards the door. “Fine! Fine! Fine!”

He didn’t stop saying “fine” until the basket was placed on the dining room table just off the kitchen.

The child was still crying, but it had changed from the attention seeking wails to a more whimpering blubber.

Crowley let out an annoyed sigh, making a silent prayer to either side that nobody notice what he was about to do. With a snap of his fingers a bottle of warm milk appeared in his hand.

“Happy now?” he grumbled, as he held the bottle for the girl to drink.

The baby did so, staring up at him with wide eyes. She did not appear unhappy. The bottle had stopped the cries at least. But Crowley vaguely felt like she was threatening to start again should he try anything. He might have been impressed if her stubbornness if it wasn’t directed right at him.

The moment’s quiet finally gave him time to think. And that time to think helped him to remember just how this mix up might have started.

He had been hearing more and more things on the news about sex, abortions, and if the government should or should not have a say in it. This was not a new topic of conversation. Sex had always been a hot button issue to humans; seven deadly sins and all that. What humans didn’t seem to realize though was the sin wasn’t the lust itself, rather all the things humans were willing to do to satisfy it; anger, betrayal, jealousy, the lot. It came to the point where Crowley just had to know what all the fuss was about. He was a demon after all, it was his job to allow himself the indulgence in sin.

So, one night, he went out, got drunk and indulged. One man, one woman, just to give each a fair shot.

“Sorry, we’re quite closed,” Aziraphale answered.

“It’s me,” Crowley said quickly. “I need you to come over.”

“Something’s happened?” the angel asked, immediately recognizing his friend’s tone.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

Then, as if waiting for her cue, the baby began to cry once more.

“Is that a baby?” Aziraphale asked, alarmed. “Another Anti-Christ?!”

“No,” Crowley assured. “No, no Anti-Christ. Look, difficult to explain on the phone, just come over here.”

“I’m on my way.”

They both clicked off.

The baby cried, and Crowley was just about finished.

“Right,” he snapped, walking back towards her. With dramatic flair, he tore off his sunglasses, letting the child get full view of his slitted, yellow eyes.

The baby blinked, and Crowley prepared himself for the cry of fear. But, it never came. Instead, she out stretched her arms, brushing his nose with her tiny fingers.

“What are you doing?” he asked, suspiciously.

She didn’t answer, of course. She just continued to swing her little arms around, trying to get a grip on his chin and face, and anywhere else she could manage to reach.

Crowley pulled back a hair but allowed his hand to come within her range flailing limbs.

She took hold of one of his fingers and let out a gurgle of satisfaction.

She pulled his finger closer to her with no indication she was going to let go any time soon.

“You’ve got so sense of self-preservation, do you,” he asked, dismissively.

She batted his hand in response.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that,” he said. “Whoever ends up looking after you is going to have their work cut out for them.”

He walked through the flat towards the living room, not waiting for a response.

He sat down on the couch, adjusting so he was leaning back as the baby lay on his chest.

“God forbid an angel not to the right thing,” he said, ironically. “But, I’m not an angel, am I? I’m not supposed to do the right thing.”

He let the thought stew for a moment before continuing.

“My lot would probably just leave you behind a dumpster. Or find some place out of a Charles Dickens’ novel to drop you. Basic set up for a miserable life; no real thought put into it. No imagination.”

The child let out a little yawn, gripping vaguely at the fabric of Crowley’s shirt.

He caught himself smiling at the action. “Serves you right, a full hour of wailing can really take it out of you.”

She didn’t make any more sounds one way or the other. Her eyes simply fell closed.

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When the angel arrived at the flat, Crowley was still on the couch, now with the baby safely cradled in his arms.

“Oh, thank God,” the angel said, breathing an audible sigh of relief. “It’s human.”

“I said as much, didn’t I,” Crowley defended.

“You said it wasn’t another Anti-Christ,” the angel replied. “That leaves plenty of other options open.”

Crowley didn’t really have a counter argument and opted for a general nod of the head from side to side.

“Well, either way, you’re here now. Take her for a moment, will you?”

He didn’t wait for Aziraphale to respond before practically shoving the girl into the angel’s arms.

Aziraphale took her, of course, cradling her head with the same care he might with his beloved books.

“Hello there,” he cooed only a little awkwardly.

Aziraphale smiled at the action, and gladly gave her one of his fingers to play with before addressing the demon in the room.

“Where did she come from?

“Now angel, it’s been six thousand years. You really need me to explain the bird and the bees?”

“You know what I mean,” Aziraphale said, trying to place more indignity than embarrassment in his tone.

Crowley rolled his eyes behind his glasses, handed Aziraphale the note, and leaned against the island countertop as the angel read.

Aziraphale finished the note, his brows furrowing in confusion. “This is clearly some sort of mistake.”

“That’s what I said,” Crowley said, taking back the note.

“You can’t possibly be the father.”

“Obviously.”

“So why does she think you are?”

Crowley crossed his arms, doing his best to say the words as casually as possible. “Probably because I had sex with her.”

Aziraphale blinked. “You what?”

“I. Had. Sex. With. Her.” The demon repeated, slowly.

Aziraphale blinked again. There wasn’t any judgement on his part that Crowley could detect, just a general confusion as if Crowley had just confessed, he liked peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches.

“But, why?” the angel finally asked.

“Curiosity,” Crowley answered, this time with genuine casualness.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“There was nothing to tell. It was a one-off thing. Well, two off,” he said, with a shrug. “Different person, nice man.”

Aziraphale stared at him for a long while before letting out a tired sigh.

“I will never fully understand you Crowley.”

“Probably not,” he admitted. “But, I doubt we’d be friends if you did.”

The angel didn’t argue, looking back down at the human baby in his arms.

“I suppose it doesn’t matter where she came from,” he said. “The simple fact is she’s here, and she needs a home.”

The child’s eyes were beginning the close again as Aziraphale swayed gently back and forth, her grip still tight around his finger.

“I suppose we’ll have to find some adoption agency,” Aziraphale said, his voice sounding almost melancholy at the prospect. “There are plenty here doing good work.”

“Yeah, about that,” Crowley said, taking a stride towards him. “I was thinking, we could try something else.”

“Such as?”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I was thinking about keeping her.”

“What?!”

“Shh, not so loud,” Crowley said. “She’s going to sleep.”

“You can’t keep her, Crowley,” Aziraphale said, his whisper losing none of its edge. “She’s a human being, not a plant you can terrorize.”

“So, she’s a human being, I’ve taken care of a human being before.”

“As a nanny, for a handful of years, and that was for work.”

Crowley could see the frustration rising in Aziraphale’s temples as the angel took a breath.

“This isn’t a one-off thing,” he continued. “This is a life. A human life. She should be with other humans.”

“And humans can do better than us, can they?”

“They were able to handle the Anti-Christ much better than us, if I recall.”

Crowley floundered for a moment before recovering. “Yeah, well, we helped.”

“By being incompetent.”

The demon let out a huff of frustration. “Fine, you don’t want in. You don’t want in. But then what happens to her after this is on you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Let’s say you take her to an adoption agency. Maybe even go so far as to miracle her a nice normal family. Then what? Forget? Let the world do with her as it likes? If a child were left on your doorstep, would you really just let her go?”

“We can’t,” he said, with no real conviction.

“Maybe you can’t. I’m keeping her whether you say yes or no.” He then took another step forward and pulled the child out of the angel’s arms.

Aziraphale floundered, completely shocked by his friend’s actions. “But—"

“Let’s see,” Crowley said, speculatively. “Girls names. Girls names. Let’s go with –”

“No!” Aziraphale interrupted. “No! You can’t just name her. Once you name her, we’re sunk.”

“We? You just said yourself angel, you can’t.”

“Well, you’re forcing my hand,” he countered. “I can’t very well stand by and watch you create your own personal foot soldier of hell now can I?”

Crowley grinned, knowing full well the excuse was just that, an excuse. “Good, it’s settled, we’ll raise Izzie together.”

“Izzie?” Aziraphale said, doubtfully.

“Short for Isabelle,” Crowley explained.

The angel raised an eyebrow.

“What?” Crowley asked. “You think I’m going to name my kid after some demon or something cruel like Bobbi Jean? No. I think Izzie is just wrong enough. Izzies are always crazy.”

Izzie raised no objections to this as she gurgled peacefully.

Aziraphale assessed the reaction carefully, before taking a small step closer.

Izzie spotted him and her hands reached out for the angel’s finger once more. He let her take without hesitation.

“Well for my money, I think Belle suits her much better,” Aziraphale said.

“Whatever you say angel.”

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holocron-inthe-restrictedsection · 5 years ago

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Okay it's a lot but: 1, 2, 11, 12, 13, and 19 for Lethaa and Naras? (Feel free to substitute/add any questions you'd like to answer!) 🌺💕

Yesssssss I was so excited to get this! Thanks, Mercedes! 💛

So, this got reeaaaally long and rambly. My bad. I just have a lot of thoughts about these two, and I’m excited to share. Click “keep reading” to see my response!

(also, sorry if it formats weirdly - I copy-pasted from a word doc, and tumblr mobile doesn’t like that for some reason)

Ask me questions about creating my OCs!

1. What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)?

For Lethaa, it was her name and position. For Naras, it was the descriptor “the Togruta senator’s wife”

They popped into my head at about the same time. I created them to be throwaway characters in a short story I wrote called “Shall We Dance” (I may someday go back to it and add a few chapters. No promises). There was some dialogue between Anakin and Obi-Wan about different controversial viewpoints in the Senate, and I just needed a senator or two to mention in passing. –

“But these are some of the most outspoken public figures in the Republic. Take Senator Lethaa Daal.” [Obi-Wan] flashed a smile in the direction of the Togruta senator and her wife as they passed. The women returned the smile and made their way arm-in-arm into the grand hall. “She has been very scornful regarding the Senate’s tendency to dedicate resources to systems that are strategic to military movements, as opposed to who needs it most.”

It might have ended there, but I received feedback from a few different readers saying how they appreciated the mention of Senator Daal’s wife. There seemed to be an interest, so I sat on the idea of them for a while.

2. Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?

Since Lethaa was fully fleshed out first, I made Naras with Lethaa in mind. I knew I wanted her to have her own objectives and life – she couldn’t continue to just be “Lethaa’s wife”. So I tried to give her a profession that was critical in its own way, which is why I went with healing, so that their “importance” (for lack of a better word) was equal to each other.

I guess Lethaa was partially created in response the frustrating politics of the galactic senators. They all make their alliances, play the game to get the upper hand, all while gaining very little ground. I wanted to make a character that found the subtly of politics maddening, and wasn’t afraid to get in someone’s face and tell them exactly why their policies or views were dumb or harmful. I wanted to make someone who could be aggressive without calling into question their moral alignment.

And while it’s not a character, I really really wanted to design or add to a culture that doesn’t get explored much in the Star Wars universe. I took what elements I could find about Togruta culture from Wookipedia, but it was rather lacking, so I made up the rest. I already loved Togruta designs, and wanted characters that could interact within their own culture.

3. How did you choose their name? (Added this because it was Relevant)

If my memory is right, Lethaa Daal’s name came from combining a few names I found on the Togruta name generator (which I HIGHLY recommend btw). I decided to keep it after I finished her design because the first name reminded me of “lethal”, and by that point I knew that was a good descriptor of her. ‘Daal’ came about because I tend to put way too many A’s in my togruta names, and I was for some reason thinking about Roald Dahl at that time, but I also found that I liked how it could be mispronounced as “doll”. I was highly amused by the idea of a “lethal doll” – woe unto anyone who looked at Lethaa and only acknowledged her for her beauty.

Naras Tyn came about because lots of my female ocs tend to have names that end in A or E (IE/I/Y, etc), and I didn’t want to do it again. I wanted a short last name, and I just liked how “Tyn” sounded – it was concise and melodic. ‘Naras’ I think also came from the name generator. I remember being bummed when I realized it sounded so similar to Barriss and Maris (already existing characters), but by that time I was attached. Her first name just sounds calming, and it just sounded right imagining Lethaa calling for her.

11. Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation?

Heck yes I did. There really wasn’t any hesitation. The thought process went: Senator –> Togruta Senator –> female Togruta Senator –> has a spouse –> a wife, cuz why not. And that was that.

12. What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

Everything.

Lol, jk. I mean, as much fun as I have with all the colors and markings of the two, my own drawing ability is kinda limited in terms of body positions. So some things I’d love to draw (Lethaa vs. the rancor, Naras on a medical mercy mission during the Clone Wars, etc.) are taking a long time for me to sketch out. It can be frustrating, but it’s a work in progress.

And writing is hard too. The story ideas in my head play out as nice little movies. Getting it all down on paper while conveying emotion without overloading, describing setting, and making it engaging – that’s all trickier.

But overall, the most difficult thing is trying to figure out what exactly I’m going to do! I have other OCs I want content for, and canon characters I want to explore – and then I have to decide between drawing and writing. There’s not enough hours in the day for me to draw and write everything I want, so I have to pick and choose.

13. How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

Still a work in progress. I jump from one event to the next without writing it in chronological order. I’ve started their story before the start of the Clone Wars, sometime between episodes I and II. Might write some earlier snippets about their childhoods (though they didn’t meet until they were adults).

I’ve got some ideas for what they do during the Empire era (some of which was influenced by one of the Star Wars D&D games I play), but I haven’t written any of that out yet. I do know they live to see the fall of the Empire, and the emergence of the New Republic. They pass away peacefully of old age on Shili.

19. What is your favorite fact a fun fact about your OC?

I had to change this from “favorite” to “fun” because I like everything about them and I’m still developing them. So I thought I might drop a little trivia that I haven’t managed to work into any stories or art yet.

Lethaa was on a hunting trip with her father – Barin – and a few others in her twenties. After her cousin killed their prey, Barin asked her to prepare the meat for dinner. She did her best with it but waaaaaaay overcooked it, and when Barin asked about it, she said, “I… never actually learned how to cook meat.”

Bewildered, Barin said, “But we’ve been on dozens of hunting trips! How could I have never taught you??”

And Lethaa’s just like, “I was the one to kill the prey on most of those trips.”

And Barin and the others can’t help but laugh, because according to tradition, the one who kills the prey while hunting in a group is served the first piece, but never is the one to prepare it. So it makes complete sense that she never had to cook it, because she was always served the first dish. Her cousin actually liked his meat overdone, though, so he was perfectly fine with his meal.

Also, I just came up with this so I have no idea of the context, but there is a 100% chance that there was an instance or two where Lethaa – tall Amazonian though she is – couldn’t reach something. Unable to climb to retrieve it and without a stepstool, muttering darkly, she would disconnected her prosthetic arm and used it as an extender to pull it towards her.

Naras can fall asleep anywhere. Even before she became a physician/healer, she had the uncanny ability to close her eyes and be asleep within minutes. Lying down, standing while braced against something, sitting, lounging between skyfaring silks (she’d gotten bored waiting for her Gatalentian friend to come back from the holocall he’d had to take). No nap is too short – she wakes feeling rested even if it’s only been five minutes. She wakes easily, fully alert.

Naras sings and hums to her plants and patients. It’s not uncommon to walk into her clinic and hear her singing a folk song or a current hit. She definitely encourages sing-alongs anytime nervous children are brought in, and at night broadcasts spiritual songs important to Togruta culture over the PA system – at a very quiet volume, of course. Naras has a garden at home – a singfruit tree surrounded by flowers and bushes, some of which are not native to Shili – and the plants routinely get hummed and sung at as she tends to them. Lethaa loves waking up in the morning to hear her wife’s singing voice drifting in from an open window.

Thank you again so much for the ask!! This was a lot of fun!Also, I really do appreciate your interest in my OCs (especially these two). It means a lot to me 🌺🌷

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jeremy-ken-anderson · 3 years ago

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What Shall Stand?

Tomorrow the media fast - such as it has been - ends. As long as I have a measure of momentum on some of these as habits, what do I want to bring back slowly, and what do I want to bring back not at all?

I’ve tried to quit Youtube several times. It’s been easier this week, as part of a larger pattern shift, than most of my other attempts; Unlike webcomics or videogames I just didn’t care that it was gone. I consider that somewhat damning for the behavior I held before of watching it constantly. Let us not say forever; I think I recoil too strongly at that. But let us say that the Youtube moratorium stands for another week. Until the 6th, no Youtube unless it is for educational purposes and I know exactly what those purposes are prior to going to the site. I think I did actually use that exception one time during this week. Ah! Right; How To Play videos of Trickster and Sentinels of the Multiverse. So twice, but for very similar purposes, and a total of under an hour for the week. On that front my behavior was excellent, particularly in light of how huge Youtube had been before.

iTunes comes back. It wasn’t hard to take out, but I don’t think it was ever a problem, really, especially because when it interrupts my work I turn it off easily and naturally. I also don’t use it as a dodge. “Going to iTunes” isn’t really enough of an activity to get me out of thinking through something I want to avoid, so it hasn’t taken up that unhealthy space.

Idle Champions is On Notice. I would like to turn it on, and maybe set a timer. It’s already a tactical game with a bunch of interesting self-directed ways to limit your own options for superior gains. What’s one more? The new rule is I can play 10 minutes a day - 5 before noon and 5 after. That’s actual play time (the timer starts once loading has finished) and doesn’t include code-entry or box-opening. It’s strictly the tactics. This might expand the total time spent to as much as 30 minutes, but a lot of it (like, the loading) I can be doing other stuff.

Final Fantasy XIV is getting a drastic reduction from pre-fasting, to a single roulette a day maximum outside of social play (which is a couple hours Wednesday nights). I might add the more social Extreme Trials if I feel like I have time/energy.

I’m currently deeply uninterested in anime for personal and kind of traumatic reasons, so the Plex server really doesn’t tempt me. That continues to be out of my diet for another week, easily.

I’m not sure I’m capable of enforcing this level of nuance over the week - the thing I failed most often at this week was “visiting tumblr is fine but clicking notifications isn’t” - but what I would like regarding the webcomics is to make them really once a day. If I think I’ve missed something, or I get to something on the schedule and have missed something, I put it on another day of the week’s list so that doesn’t happen next week, and during the One Time a Day I can spend the extra time to go back and catch up if I need, but after that One Time a Day webcomics are out; In essence, they aren’t supposed to be a thing I go to during the day, just a part of my morning routine: Reading the funnies. I think I have decent odds at holding those distinct as long as I keep them separated out chronologically.

City of Heroes I’ll give one play session a week. Ideally earlier in the day so I’m not getting that computer light just before I’m planning to sleep.

Card gaming - even solo - goes back to just...allowed. It felt like I was using it as a novel interruption of my quiet-week, and that’s why I kicked it, but I don’t think it’s unhealthy on the whole.

Tumblr is what I did worst at in general. I failed at both pieces of nuanced rules I set here; I was supposed to only come here for a single read session, and beyond that have it be coming here for output if I had something to say, and in either case not clicking notifications to see whether the world was thinking of me. Instead I would come here with a vague idea that I wanted to write something, double-check whether I’d gotten any likes, read the latest, and generally treat it like a normal unhealthy social media site. Blarg.

For the upcoming week I think the rule not only stands but is broader: I don’t open a web browser or a new tab unless I have a clear and defined purpose: The morning funnies and morning check-in with Tumblr An educational Youtube video (topic defined ahead of time) The writing of a Tumblr post (topic defined ahead of time) Coursera GameDev.tv Checking my email (morning and evening) Habitica

My phone games are out for another week. They hit this huge problem where, if something was taking a little too long to load during one of my classes I’d play them. But popping out of a game like that I’m not in a frame of mind to do the class anymore; I’ve used up a lot of my brain juices.

#self care #habits

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marlexxrcs · 6 years ago

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My Crazy NMAT Experience!! [+tips!!]

Hello! I know this is just one of the many blogs about NMAT but I’m still going to share my crazy experience last October 2017 NMAT! If you’re not interested, then just move on to the tips part below!

Although I haven’t registered, I started reviewing (reviewing kuno) August. But it wasn’t a serious review. I just brought out my high school chemistry books and refreshed some concepts like electron configuration and covalent bonding and such. I really took time because I couldn’t remember anything from high school at all! But because of the lazy person that I am, I ended up finishing only 2 chapters. (Good riddance, sobra, you’ll find out later sa tips part!)

First semester of the school year came in 2nd week of August and it got me so busy with my thesis that I absolutely had no time to review!! Of course, it is also the same case with my other classmates, so we registered within the last week of registration period. I swear this is not a good idea and I’ll tell you later why!!

After registration, you’d think we’d start reviewing for real but when you’re working alone on a thesis and cramming to meet deadlines in school, you’ll have no time to review talaga. But the good thing is, we had 1 week break from thesis after we submitted our data to our statistician for statistical treatment. And it so happened that, that 1 week break was the week prior NMAT. YAAAAAAY! But sadly, that was also the week my family and I were going to be in Manila and won’t be home until Wednesday night. PSHHHH. That left me with only 2 days to review (Thurs and Fri) because we traveled to Baguio Saturday morning (IT TOOK US 7 HOURS FROM VIGAN WOW) and NMAT day was Sunday.

And NMAT day came! As soon as I woke up, bad news. It’s the first day of my monthly period. And it means… painful menstrual cramps. I also got allergies from the cold too. During part 1 (morning session), the cramps weren’t painful yet but it was distracting. My runny nose was distracting too. It was making me feel lazy. There’s even a reading comprehension part, and I had to re-read every passage because I couldn’t focus! Re-reading like there’s no time limit huhuhuhuhu but I’m really glad I was able to answer all questions just in time!

Lunch time came, the cramps were getting worse. I took meds and put my all-time favorite white flower. It was still bad during the afternoon session, but thankfully, it got better and better.

What is my NMAT score? Secret. :((( It’s not high but I passed the cut off for the medical school I’m going to (which is not a top med school so don’t expect a high rating haha). But yeah, it should be okay because of my crazy experience lolololol

And the most awaited part… the NMAT tips! But before anything else, I’d like to notify you guys that some of these are tips I got from other blogs which I found really helpful during my NMAT experience pero can’t remember na kung saan ko nabasa huhu. I’m not taking credit for anything though unless otherwise stated XD

NMAT Tips

Tips for when you don’t know how to start reviewing for the NMAT:

Register early. After registration, the CEM will send you a practice set for the NMAT (in pdf format). The earlier you register, the earlier you get your practice tests, which would mean more time to review.

Your primary review material should be the NMAT Practice Set, and not your high school textbooks. I trusted the blogger who said this and it didn’t fail me. This is important to follow because the NMAT practice set has the same exact format as the actual NMAT test booklet. During the actual exam, it will cost you less time trying to find out what the exam is like because the practice set has already made you familiar with the format. In short, you already know what to expect. You already know your way around.

Answer the NMAT Practice Set and Rationalize your answers. You can start reviewing by answering the practice set yourself. Check your answers using the answer key included in the set. From there, you’ll know which topics you need to improve on.

Google the question verbatimly to get solutions and answers. This is really helpful especially to physics, math, and chemistry problems. If you don’t know how to solve a problem from the practice set, type the question in the google search bar verbatimly (as it is). There are people who asked the question in yahoo answers or in quora where netizens replied with complete solutions. From there, you’ll know the formulas you will need to memorize. As you can see, the practice set and the actual NMAT test booklet mostly share the same concepts, only having different questions.

Spend greater time reviewing subjects you are weak at, and lesser time for subjects you are good at. If you’re a psychology major like me, you can skip reviewing for social sciences. Or if you’re a physics major, then physics will be a piece of cake for you.

Practice Inductive Reasoning. There are a lot of practice sets for inductive reasoning (the one with figures) on the net (but I didn’t practice huhu). The ones on the NMAT practice set seemed easy to me so I thought I was already okay with that. But when NMAT came, it confused me a lot.

Do not review the day before the NMAT.

Tips during the NMAT:

Be in the venue early. My friends and I arrived in University of Baguio really early and the line going inside the university was already long. There’s a long line because our personal bags will be left at the gate and we had to be body checked by the officials. Idk if the same thing happens in UST and other testing centers.

Obey the rules. Gadgets are not allowed inside the building, including your personal mobile phones. One examinee was caught bringing her phone in and got banned from taking the NMAT for a period of time. CEM website has the rules, and they email it to you too, I think. Make sure to read them and obey!

Bring candies. I had candies with me during the test and I ate all of them. For me, it was relaxing. When I ate my candy, it felt less formal inside the room HAHAHA

First things first. The proctor may not tell you that you can choose which subject you want to do first, but yes, you can do that. The morning session is the aptitude test which consists of 4 parts: Verbal, Quantitative, Inductive Reasoning, and Perceptual Acuity. You don’t have to answer them in the correct order. It is best to take on first the subject you’re most confident at because there is a higher probability that you’ll get the answers right. On the other hand, leave the subject you’re weak at on the last part, so just in case you lack time, i will be okay because you’d probably be guessing anyway XD As for me, perceptual acuity is the easiest, so that was the first thing I answered. You can do the same thing in the afternoon session (Special Area) which consists of Biology, Physics, Chemistry, and Social Sciences. I placed Chemistry at the last part because I’m not good at it. XD

For the reading comprehension part (under verbal), read the questions first before reading the passage. This is helpful because you already know what you’re looking for while reading the passages. Unlike if you don’t know the questions prior to reading, you’ll have to read the entire passage again to look for the answers.

For the number and letter series (under inductive reasoning), answer this part by using a scratch paper and write the entire alphabet in a horizontal manner and write a number below each letter (1-26 in chronological order). In this way, it is easier to see patterns. (Scratch page is provided!!)

For the identical information (under perceptual acuity), don’t compare each choice to the given information. Instead, compare the choices with each other.

Bring your baon for lunch. You can actually just go out and buy lunch from nearby restaurants and carinderias, but you should expect that these “kainans” will be packed because of the huge number of test takers. You’ll only have less than 1 hour to have lunch because you have to go back to the gate immediately because there will be another long line before entering the building. So it is better to bring your own baon. (Idk how it works in other testing centers, but if you plan on taking it in Baguio, bring an umbrella because it can be really hot waiting outside the building after lunch, plus a cellphone game or a k-drama or a movie to keep you entertained while waiting). I was watching an episode of While You Were Sleeping when we were in line so I was kilig before the afternoon exam HAHAHAHAHA (I love you jung hae innnnnnn <3)

Tips After the NMAT

If the testing center is far away from your place and you have to take the bus home (e.g. I’m from Vigan, the closest testing center is in Baguio which is 5 hours away), go straight to the bus terminal after the test, catch the earliest trip if you want to travel home on that same day. Test-takers come from different provinces, and they are also going to ride the bus home. If you want to make sure you can get home that night, get the earliest trip. Most of the test-takers will take a later trip because they will tend to explore the place first before going home.

Pat yourself on the back. You were brave enough to take the NMAT. Regardless of how you think you performed, treat yourself for doing your best.

Don’t torture yourself. The NMAT results won’t be out until 2 weeks (or more!!). So relax, and don’t keep wondering if you achieved your goal or not. Go back to your normal daily routine or start doing something new. Don’t think about it XD

If you think it’s time to get the results but you haven’t received anything, check on twitter. Just type on the search bar “nmat result” or simply “nmat”, and all those people who are also wondering why their result is not out yet will be there assuring you that they also haven’t received their email from CEM.

When results are out, check yours immediately. If you passed the cut-off you want to achieve, celebrate! If you got a not-so-high rating but passed the cut-off for your prospect med school anyway (like me), cheer up! What matters here is you passed the cut-off and you can get into med school. If you didn’t pass the cut off, or if you got a low rating, it’s okay. It’s not yet the end. Don’t give up. You can take it again. It doesn’t mean you are not capable of being a medical student. Remember, a successful medical doctor is a medical student who never gave up.

Hey, we have to remember that NMAT doesn’t measure how much we deserve to become doctors, neither does it predict how good we will be as medical doctors in the future. As they say, there are a number of successful doctors today who didn’t have high NMAT scores before. And there are also those doctors who did have high NMAT scores. So regardless of scores, every doctor we have right now worked really hard to get to where he/she is now. So don’t be discouraged!! :)

#nmat #medlife #nmattips #med #medschool

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canaryatlaw · 6 years ago

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mmm. I have a lot of conflicting emotions about things right now. mostly nothing to actually do with today, just stuff that’s been floating around in my head and being exacerbated by not knowing what’s going to be my future. Like if it’s NY that’s going to be a whole new world I’ll have to adjust to, and even if I stay in Chi I have no idea what I’m going to do job wise. And everything being in flux like that just makes it so difficult to plan practically anything. And on top of that I just have so many messy emotions regarding friends and relationships and I’m trying to make sense of it all but my brain doesn’t work correctly because it’s actually depending on 3 different antidepressants to change the chemistry, so I can do more than literally just sleep all day like last summer. and antidepressants are great and I’m very thankful for them, but sometimes there are gaps, and things just don’t work right, or past experience makes you paranoid about certain behaviors and desperately trying to prevent the past from repeating itself while also trying very hard to not come off as clingy because I know that I can be very clingy and I really hate that. Trying to convince myself I’m not being purposefully excluded which I know in all rational thought I’m not, but my mind is not always rational and has such feelings anyway. Sigh. Anyway, that's enough rambling, I should actually talk about my day now. It was fine, pretty good. I woke at I want to say 10:22, and before I looked at the clock I thought it was much earlier than that, like 6 am but no it was later so I got up and had some breakfast, after which I got in the shower to continue the whole morning shower thing (and omg, my bangs looked so good all day, I’m so obsessed with them). My normal hair routine is to use shampoo every day, then every 3 days use the special color depositing conditioner I have, as recommended by my hair stylist to keep it from being oily, and it’s worked pretty well so far. I only brought the conditioner with me because shampoo is shampoo for the most part, and after I used the stuff they had here my hair had a very weird feeling to it, like hard and would like, make noises and shit if you pressed against it lol, so I took a very tiny amount of conditioner and worked it through my hair which seemed to help a lot. My mom, my uncle, and I ended up going to this giant mall not too far from them (my aunt was totally pooped from partying yesterday and just wanted to sleep). It was pretty cool, a really big place, so we mostly just walked around there for a bit and went in different stores. We got some lunch in the food court from a soup and salad place that I’m pretty sure has places in Chicago, I got the crab and corn chowder which was very good, there was a hint of spice but strangely enough it wasn’t the burn my tongue spice but more like I could just feel it in my mouth afterwards. Idk, it was weird. We took a look in Brookstone trying to find something for my dad being that father’s day is next weekend and his birthday is two days after that (both my mom and my dad have birthdays super close to mother’s day and father’s day respectively, which is very convenient tbh 😂) because he likes their kind of gadgets and such, but they didn’t really have much, just like, stuff for a grill, speakers, and a bunch of different massage centered products, so that was a bust. We ultimately ended up leaving without buying anything (which is honestly rather impressive) but we drove back and stopped at a Tim Horton’s on the way, because Michigan, I got a small white hot chocolate because of course I can’t have coffee, and we chilled out in there for a bit before going to the house. Upon arrival we all just chilled for a while, and eventually got around to the topic of dinner, there wasn’t much in way of options at the house since my aunt was down for the count, so we ended up getting chinese food that I ordered online and my uncle and mom went to go get. I’m finding that the term “lo mein” can have many different interpretations depending on where you are ordering it, because several times in Chicago I’ve had types that didn’t match the one I’m used to, and this was one of those as well. It was still pretty good though, and I ate rice and fortune cookies and all that good stuff. By the time we finished it was about 7:30, and we watched a little tv before switching over to the Tony Awards!!! Which I realize I did not liveblog on here at all lol, I had to make a decision if I wanted to live tweet it on my main internet peeps account or my IRL people’s account, and I ended up going with the latter because that’s where my actual theatre people were. Overall I thought it was pretty good, Josh Groban and Sara Bareilles were great hosts. This review is probably not going to be in chronological order of the show, just warning you now. When they honored the Parkland drama teacher for hiding SIXTY FIVE FUCKING CHILDREN in her office for two hours before the all clear was given, and of course she should be credited as many of the more outspoken student advocates from Parkland were in the drama program and credit it for giving them the means from which it express their opinions. man, I cried so damn much. And then they had them all sing, SING, ONSTAGE, AT THE TONYS, as high schoolers, man, that has got to be such a dream come true. The girl who had the Joanne solo towards the end of the song fucking KILLED IT, I was watching knowing she had the high note at the end and I’m just thinking please don’t crack please don’t crack and she didn’t, she fucking NAILED it in an incredible show of talent, like dude, that’s insane. So I enjoyed that part of it. It was interesting that Mean Girls performed so early on. I was wondering what song they were going to do, and I understand why they chose what they did as it featured most of the cast, but I also think it wasn’t the strongest song(s) in the show, so that wasn’t all that helpful. Taylor Louderman sounded either very nervous or sick, her voice was pretty shaky, but she pulled through. I fucking lost it at Karen, I knew just from listening to the OBCR that she was perfect for the role, and tonight just confirmed that, she was great. I wish my girl Janis got to do more (I had been thinking maybe they'd do Revenge Party) but at least she got in there. Other things, let’s see, I hadn't heard of The Band’s Visit until tonight, so I certainly wasn’t expecting them to largely sweep the awards, I guess the voters (or whoever determines the winners) were really feeling it. Not gonna lie, Hailey Kilgore from Once On This Island was fucking ROBBED for the leading actress Tony, she had a stellar performance and she totally deserved it. Loved their number as much as I did when I saw the show back in January. Frozen was interesting on a few different levels. I had been thinking about how they were going to split the musical into two acts, and how Let It Go might be too early in the story to make it the act one finale, but there’s no way in hell you’re going to get an act one finale that even holds a candle to it. So I looked it up and they ended up just making Let It Go their act one finale, probably a good choice. When I saw they were doing for the first time in forever I was like oh we’re gonna end up switching to Let It Go, they had to, so of course I was right and they did, and man, they nailed it so well. It was clear they had to get that scene exactly right if they wanted to be taken seriously as a show, and they managed to find an actress who can actually hit the notes on a level comparable to Idina Menzel, because if she didn't that’s all anyone would be talking about. But she fucking killed that song, made it her own, and even managed to hit an extra high note that was not in the movie score, I was really impressed and I might go see it honestly, I’m trying to think, I wasn't as engaged with the performances of shows I’m not terribly familiar with, Carousel had a great dance number but I didn’t get much else out of it. The Spongebob number was......something alright, I mean if nothing else he certainly did a great job embodying Squidward, so there’s that. I’m trying to think if I have anymore feedback but it’s 1 am here and my eyes really want to close so I’m gonna try to keep it short. The De Niro thing was fucking hilarious and I love that it happened. I am cautiously curious about the harry potter play, I know a lot of fans thought it was trash, but it did do fairly well awards wise so there might be some good in there. Alright, that’s the end of my day and that’s it for now, my eyes really want to be close so that is what I’m going to do. Goodnight my lovely friends, Good luck on your Monday.

#daily journal #June 2018

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Once upon a time in a village named Covington. A vibrant, young housewife polished her floors to reduce pathogens transmitted by bodily fluids (primarily vomit). She scrubbed and scrubbed the tiles with a brush assuring each square was meticulously cleansed and free of germs. She mopped the entire home, freshly. Just then, the smaller, younger, less feisty girl on this given day, entered the bathroom, and in a blink of an eye explosive diarrhea splattered across the bathroom, covering the girl’s clothing, the bathtub rug and virtually every square of tile in the entire room.

We’ll call this story Monday. (In case you were wondering, I repeated the process of sanitation. Names of persons have been protected. If you don’t have children and you find this story gross or inappropriate, good luck in your future.) Since the morning routine had been unusual, getting just two kids ready for school, while trying to separate them from the illness occurring in the same little cottage, when my son arrived home after school, and had been hanging out for over an hour, Remi realized he'd worn his pants backwards, all day long, and the zipper was unzipped in the back, displaying the perfect view of his Big Hero 6 undies. Wow.

On Tuesday morning, my oldest daughter said to me, “Mom, I want to make a unicorn for my Valentine’s Day box.” Admittingly, I was up for the challenge but a part of me thought back to simpler times, when I was an elementary-aged child and Pinterest didn’t exist. We didn’t get samples of the best of the best Valentine boxes ever made in the history of crafting.

Here came the moment I’d been waiting to happen for months. Which ‘recycled’ or ‘repurposed’ boxes from my storage closet would be utilized and which ones would be truly “recycled”? If you missed it, several weeks ago, I wall-posted a friend of mine who happens to be the blogger behind “Save Time, Make Time”. My predicament was – I long to be a minimalist. I dislike clutter and too much “stuff”. But I’m not a true minimalist, because I will occasionally buy paper products for convenience and drink out of a plastic water bottle. I have my shortcomings, as we discovered in ‘Purgeney 2017’. Regardless, Lamora wrote a spot-on-topic blog focusing on how to organize these items that seem to get tossed into my utility closet into an unruly heap. Things like plastic bags, used gift bags, grocery sacks (ALDI shoppers unite!), and cardboard boxes.

After her inspiration, I organized this closet. I even put a couple of nails into a board 1) to hang my grocery sacks on and 2) to manage clothes to be donated < #organized - I give a half laugh at that because of the current status of my closet upstairs, it’s better. After recycling two ginormous bags full of paperwork, but FAR from perfect. Another side bar, I hate staples. I broke two nails in the process from ripping staples out of schoolwork. After I was finished with hours of sorting, organizing, and recycling, there were probably 57 (no joke) staples I had to clean up.

Did you know you could create a unicorn out of two empty cereal boxes, an empty oatmeal box, and a square kettle box? You can. Magical crafting supplies include duct tape, a white roll of paper, a variety of colorful crepe paper, and a Sharpie.

I’d done extensive Pinterest research on choice Valentine’s Day boxes. I had even found a few unicorns but Reis wasn’t impressed she wanted a very specific head-shape, like the unicorn emoji. So, on her handy, dandy Chromebook (I wonder if modern-day Steve from Blue’s Clues would have a Chromebook?), she pulled up Google Images and showed me. Maybe I’m not remembering accurately, because it was a few days ago now, but I think at that point there was the sound of dramatic scissor chopping, duct tape tearing, and my eyebrow lifted slightly higher on one side, as I glanced back and forth at my cardboard and at the screen of the “perfect unicorn representation”.

As did my thing, Reis did hers. She chopped three strips of crepe paper, out of each piece of approximately 18 inches, in each of her desired colors. She was very particular over this. She also chopped hearts out of the glitter duct tape, printed her name, and cut small pieces of “frayed” white crepe to add texture on a couple of the sides of the box. Very clever.

It only took a couple of hours, start-to-finish, and a Dollar General Run for tape, glitter duct tape, and more crepe paper, and it was done. Voila! Presto!

The crown of the unicorn head, (I’m guessing it’s the crown - like a human head), there’s a flap we taped, and double taped, and triple taped - in every direction – maybe 22 times – to allow entry for Valentines!

Too much detail? I apologize. Let me briefly explain Remi’s Valentine Box (which is actually a bucket). Sure, this isn’t in chronological order, Remi went with me to the Dollar Store a couple of days before unicorn crafting, to select her supplies. She, too, had found a great example of a cupcake on Pinterest. She loved it! The thing is, this pinner somehow had access to a rounded piece of foam and was able to shove all of her pieces of tissue paper into that to secure it. We had no such luck with a rounded piece of foam. But while shopping Remi came up with the idea we could probably use a bowl. Best suggestion ever. We found a cheap plastic bowl, a plastic bucket, tissue paper (ripped into strips), a red bouncy ball, cardstock for the cupcake liner, and about 24 glue sticks to secure the tissue paper to the plastic bowl. Thanks to my husband’s handy work, he cut the perfect circle in the bowl for the “cherry” or the red ball to fit on top. Kids insert their cards and candy through that, and it falls into the “cupcake”.

This project, too, was a little bit time consuming. I had a meeting on Monday night so after getting about ¼ of the way through it with Miss Remi, I had a short recess but came right back to hot gluing the night away, when I returned. Remi helped by gathering a couple of strips of tissue paper in the color she wanted (she wanted a pattern, friends), and folding those, using a small elastic to tie around each piece and fluffing it. Then I’d place glue and she’d carefully stick it down to the bowl. She was happy to be able to take it to school the next morning.

A piano lesson, a basketball practice, a choral performance of the Star-spangled Banner, a basketball game, a trip to the Temple, an afternoon enjoying PERFECT weather, and The Lego Batman Movie.

This was just the latter-half of the week. A few time slots in our schedule were double-booked. For example, baseball camp. Oh, baseball camp.

I will never be prepared when unexpected tantrums arise. I have two examples from this weekend.

This first concerning baseball camp – we arrived on Saturday morning a few minutes later than our goal. There was much scurrying around the house, beforehand, it didn’t help I, personally, was running behind after running. So much so that I didn’t shower… yeah, that happens, a lot. I sometimes have to blow the sweat dry in my hair, because that’s the only option I have. Saturday mornings seem to be notorious for my children turning off their listening ears. I only said, “Please get your shoes on.” or “Get your shoes on.” or “GET YOUR SHOES ON NOW!” – only like 18x. I asked my oldest daughter and her friend to straighten up her bedroom and get into real clothes, as opposed to pajamas, because the day was expected to be glorious, as my two youngest and I shuffled out the door, to my younger daughter’s first basketball game of the season.

Back to where I deviated from when beginning that last paragraph, we had to round up a jersey, go change into it, and by that point, the bleachers were almost full, so Jude and I opted to sit on the floor. At this moment, Jude realized it was Saturday. He realized Baseball Camp is on Saturdays. Then he got really frustrated because he was upset I was prioritizing Remi’s first game over Baseball Camp. He began to sob stating in between gasps, “I want to go to BASEBALL CAMP!” Then he began to hit me every 15 seconds or so, out of anger. He was clearly throwing a tantrum, which I hadn’t seen in months, not even in the privacy of our own home. Being a child you always pick the most in-opportune moments to breakdown and give the illusion your parents suck and you don’t have to obey rules. There were only like 100+ other parents, grandparents, siblings, and kids, there, witnessing my child’s tantrum.

I didn’t speak under my breath, while gritting my teeth, (although I’ve used that method before, come on, we all have), I just ignored him. I told him we couldn’t make it this week, we will try to make it next week. I didn’t threaten him (I’ve done that before, too). I didn’t bribe him (this is my favorite choice while in public). I just patiently waited until my husband arrived. Usually, I vocalize, “Your dad will be here in five seconds, cut it out.” But I refrained. He naturally quit when my husband arrived and said the exact same thing I said to him. “We couldn’t make it this week, we will make it next week.”

Why does it work for him and not me? The world may never know, but this is how the dynamics are. I’ve been told I lack a follow-through. I threaten but it’s white noise, because my kids know I become soft and don’t follow through with punishment. It’s honestly because I start considering how my children really are good kids, the choices they’re making are just because they’re independent. Should they respect their parents? Absolutely. There’s a fine line, friends.

Remi did great at her first game. She was a little nervous but she made a couple of baskets and did a good job of listening to instruction. She loves sports and physical fitness.

When we returned home, I went to check on the oldest girls and guess what? They were in their jammies, the room was a disaster, and they were watching a video on the Chromebook. I reminded them 7x more (give or take), the room needed straightened up and they needed to get out and get some fresh air, but it was like I was speaking a foreign language.

I bobbed and weaved around the house as I picked up shoes, and random items, wiped down counters, and threw laundry in. I was trying to expedite the cleaning process so I, too, could get outside and enjoy the beautiful day. My personality type will not allow me to “enjoy” anything until my tasks are done, otherwise, my stress levels rise. I don’t think I’m the only one.

I reminded my oldest, again, and again. So, I sent my husband a text and said, I’d like for her to get outside but not until her room is cleaned up and she’s ignoring me, Ignoring me while I beat on the door over and over, again, because it’s locked.

A few minutes later, he walked through the door with a drill. Without saying anything, he unlocked the door, and took the door down, as in removing it. That was the moment crap it the fan. This was the most ultimate punishment in the entire world, friends. You would think that we grounded her for all eternity. Nope, just removed the door. She had a complete and total meltdown. The reason I’m saying this isn’t because it’s funny, (it’s a little funny because as an adult human, we know this is minor in an eternal perspective) but to shed light for other parents, sometimes something seemingly subtle can make the biggest different in obedience. Through the complete meltdown, my husband told her if she changed her behavior he would put the door back on that night, but not until she changed.

It worked! It worked! If you have a tween or an 11 going on 25 year-old, this could help you, too. You’re welcome.

Let me back all the way up to last Sunday, because I finally posted the last blog on Saturday. Last Sunday, we had our Second Annual Sabbath Bowl!

What is Sabbath Bowl? It’s exactly as it sounds. We prepped some amazing superbowl-inspired appetizers, quite the spread. We turned our dining room table into a football field and created two teams. This year it was the Lumpers v. Jedos. A set of Elders (or boy missionaries, as Jude calls them, usually 18+), and a set of Sister Missionaries (girls 19+) that are serving our Ward currently, or the church building we attend, participated. My mother attended this year, too. She has vast knowledge of the Bible and that is our basis, a bible trivia game. We began with our mini football on the 50 yard-line. Coin toss gave possession to our starting team who answers questions until they can’t answer or answer incorrectly, gaining 10 yards with each correct answer. If the question isn’t complete, the other team can intercept the ball. Gram was on fire. She carried her team to the lead and maintained a tie. In fact, they were more than generous during a question for the other team (consisting of all males), or else the girls would’ve clinched the victory. When the score was tied up the final question was a written question to see how many of the original apostles they could name, accurately. The Jedos ended up with the win on this one, but Gram was still our Sabbath Bowl MVP for her biblical accuracy.

This is such a great time that we feel like adding in an Olympic Games or Final Four version of this would be super great. As soon as it was over I was ready for the Third Annual Sabbath Bowl, next year. Is this how football fans feel about the Superbowl? I wonder if next year we should add in some gospel-related commercials, like a mix between Taboo and Charades? I enjoy doing the sports announcing for this activity. It’s great to witness this game going down, so much passion!

Here we are to Sunday, again. The sun is shining gloriously outside. I love the sun. In my mind I wanted to take a family walk, but the wind is crazy out there. I’m on a gluten-free cake pop kick, not for myself, I can’t eat that on AIP, but for anyone else. I’m been making them like they’re going out of style. Also, I found this yummy snack mix recipe that my children enjoy and I gave to our Young Women, at church, today, as a Valentine gift. It’s super easy to make and it’s gluten-free! Win-win.

Do you remember that mantra kick I was on a couple of years ago? Yeah, I think it was right after Time Out for Women, which is coming up, woot-woot!

Anyway, in my head, I create mantras all of time like self-talk. Sometimes it’s something like, “You can do hard things” or “Just breathe.” or “Brussel Sprouts are good. You should like them.” To be brutally honest, I was on a Brussel Sprout kick and now to think of them makes me want to gag. Everything in moderation, even Brussel Sprouts.

There is a point, I promise. The point or quote I recently have discovered and felt impressed to focus on is, “Nothing changes until YOU change. Everything changes once YOU change.” Apply that to everything. To give you a visual or more personal example, consider these areas: Fitness, Health, Diet, Occupation, Education, Church Experience, Work Relationships, Marriage, Personal Relationships, Parenting, Budgeting - I could go on but those encompass a lot. There’s a video circulating about how blaming lack of motivation is complete crap, as in it doesn’t exist. This isn’t my advice to you, this is my advice to me. I just wanted to remind everyone life isn’t perfect, my life definitely isn’t perfect and change is what’s going to make a true difference. I don’t want to have a perfect life that’s not what I’m striving for, but I am trying to be better than I am, now (note: not better than anyone else but myself). Progress is important - it’s growth. Choices are what determine destiny.

#LDS #mormonmommy #motherhood #parenting #children #family

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wednesday, august 30 2017

5:10 AM;

i want to first start by saying that i’ve been meaning to write on this page again but with all the things going on in my life and its hectic ways. i’ve been slumping before i could even get a chance to get on here. the way i am going to set this post up is put the date and redo the set of events in my head as if it were the time and place and whatnot. however, i am only going to go back to friday because that was the start of all the craziness that has been going on. so let’s get to it, shall we? ;)

friday, august 25 2017

i woke up this morning and got ready for a looong ass day. i had had to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to commute to pal and get there by 6:45 AM. when i got there, we did our regular softball warmups. when coach arrived, we did sprints/plank/rests. after making our way to the weight room, we did bar lunges, russian twists, pull ups, push ups, medicine ball etc. let’s just say they were pushing me way too motherfucking hard, but i didn't mind. wait, there's more. that workout is not even close to being done. once weight room training ended, we made our way to the softball fields for actual practice. i ended up having to kill time before my math class so i hung around. i got out of math at 1:05 pm and made my way to meryssa’s house. she was kind enough to let me shower so i don’t travel to san deign all sweaty and stinky. it was fun talking to her and catching up in person. it was her last weekday before she started school. i finished getting ready and said a little see ya later type goodbye. i was now getting to the exciting part about my day. i don't remember what time i left, but i do know that around an hour (maybe more) of traffic later i finally arrived at my baby's school. sdsu. he had gotten there around 11/12 with his momma and they got settled into his dorm room. they finished by the time i got there so we went to go grab some panda. his mom left on our way back to the dorm room and it was me, my baby, france, as, and their roommates. we were just talking and chilling before they had their little floor meeting with their RA’s. me and as decided to go to ak’s bomb ass apartments literally the next street over. she lives not even 5 min from the school. as we were debating what the movements were and ak was showing, i get a text from my baby saying him and france went to the little night event thing the school holds as a welcoming night typa thing and to come back to the school to see them again. we made our way back to the campus and picked up char at the dorm building. paul texted us about a little frat party that we should make the movements to. we all walked to starbucks thinking we were gonna meet her and her friends there but once we hella walked over there, they were already at the party. while we were figuring out what to do, sooo many guys kept looking or talking to us. brazy. so we busted another mission to try and find that far ass place. during the time were were walking the streets, the guys were following our location. to be honest the girls were annoyed with the boys and vice versa. they were complaining we were still walking there while they were trying to catch up. antyways, we ended up meeting and made our way to the party. the second we got there the guy was telling everyone to leave as char and ak snuck right on in. as we turned around to walk back to the dorms, i remembered ak had my keys in her bag. so when they came out, they asked if we wanted to go inside even if it were for a little and i said sure why not. walking in there was so weird, there were so many boys and people in general and that would definitely be my type of scene if i went to state and was single. but i’m not complaining, i’m lucky i got my mans. we all decided to head back to the dorms except for ak and char. because everyone had to check in and i didn't go there, i needed my license that happened to be in the car. the 4 of us busted a mission to the car to go grab it and headed back. we ended up finding out the overnight policies and rules which got me excited. we were all chillen in my baby’s dorm. me and my baby on his bed and france and as on the abandoned bed above angel’s. we were all so exhausted, i ended up checking how much i walked and it turns out it was like 8. something miles. at about 12:45 as asked me what time we were leaving and i told her 1 am. we all ended up crashing and woke up at 1:01. we dipped and the drive home was... interesting. i wasn’t really tired but i couldn’t see the roads, like i they were going towards each other. halfway through the drive, as took over. when i got home, i took a shower and got ready for bed. i had to wake up the next morning by 5:45 to start getting ready and it was already 3:00 AM. i was thinking about pulling an allnighter but i ended up falling asleep.

saturday, august 26 2017

i ended up waking up at about 7:30 or so because my phone died in the middle of the night and my alarms couldn’t go off. i was freaking out because i had to be at ae’s house by 8:30, meaning i would have to leave at 8:15, and i didn’t want to be late. i tried telling ae that i’ll just drive myself but he told me to try and make it so i wouldn’t have to. i just did my eyebrows, daily routine, and got dressed. i wanted to do my makeup, hair, etc. i ended up leaving at 8:20 and got there exactly at 8:30. when i got there, the door was open for me so i walked right inside and saw his mom/sister’s boyfriend. they were still getting ready. but it’s okay because at least i was already there and not worrying about making them late. after talking to his family, we started making our way at around 9. i was able to talk to dais in the car and she was telling me all about her boy problems and whatnot. when we finally made it to the school, we parked and walked up a whole bunch of stairs. it was worth it because at the top of it was my babyyy. we all made our way inside as the people at the school gave me and his family a pin and gave him a special pin. the ceremony was nothing too crazy, it was just a whole bunch of speakers talking in relation to school and introducing the professors for each major. when the ceremony was over, we walked back up those crazy amount of stairs and took pictures outside. i loved seeing all his family there at once, both sets of parents, both sisters. it was good that we were able to all come out together and celebrate my baby and his accomplishments/future home. we walked back to the dorm room to show his family where he will be living for the next school year. we walked them out and went back to his room. me, him, and aj walked over to the habit, busting a mission i must say, and had some lunch because we all barely ate. by the time we got back, so did as and france. we all chilled in the room, each in our own bed plus the couples, and ended up taking a nap. the guys all got up because they had to head to their meeting, however, me and as were slumped af. i got up in the middle of my sleep and no one had came back yet. i had to pee sooooo bad but i didn't want to have to wake up as to come with me. i was teeing my baby and he told me to go head to the bathroom. as i was walking down the hallway, i see the room they are all in, keep in mind the room was surrounded by glass, and the next thing i know i got a bunch of people staring at me. i started to speed walk into the bathroom and i didn’t know what to do when i was finished. i didn’t want people looking at me again because it made me uncomfortable. when i walked back, i just made no eye contact or even looked in that direction. the second i get back to my room the guys ended up coming back not even 5 minutes later. we all talked for a little bit and then grabbed our things to head back home for the boxing fight. before the actual drive home, they wanted to stop for boba. we finally got to ae’s some time afterwards. when we got there, everyone was there pre partying and whatnot. we walked inside and dais and her friends were everywhere, along with bhris. ae ended up leaving and so did france and aj. that whole night was craaazy man. we were dancing, drinking, ae even got high off a wax pen. i don’t quite remember the chronological way thing happened so i’m just going to say the events i remember. me and bhris and poncho were drinking jungle juice at the same time dais pulled up with a sparking strawberry margarita, which was bomb as shittt, and everyone else ended up getting one but me because they were all out. i called ae close to me and gave him a hug and bhris was sitting next to us. he looks over at dais and everyone else and was like “you see that? i fucking hate them, they’re fucking goals.” i thought that was so cute. ae was running all over the place entertaining everyone so i was kinda just there. my family came, too. when we were watching the fight, everyone was so into it, i was too but more less because i didn't want mcg to lose, to the point where ae told me to stop talking to him. so you know what i did the entire fight? you guessed it ;) stopped talking to him. after the crazy fight, my family was going to leave. my mom was drunk and dancing and she didn’t want to leave, but we all know how my sister is. EVERYONE kept saying how much they LOVE my mom. carl, his mom, his sister’s bf. they ended up leaving as we came back inside. dais and her friends were playing music, and we were jamming. i was at the table with dais when deepthroat came on and then his older sister looked at me like :o and i was like :o and then we started laughing. my neck, my back, and once upon a time not long ago came on after. mannn was i singing those songs, especially towards my baby. chris ended up taking like 5 shots of bacardi and poncho took some too. chris also ended up telling ae how much he is going to miss him and doesn't want him to leave and this and that. they went to the couch by the front door and did a major group hug which i thought was so cute. they ended up crying! i was hiking everywhere with dais and her friends and most f the time they were shocked at how much and how well i threw it back and when i looked at ae, he was shaking his head. we ended up yiking together and everyone went crazy and gassing me up and everything. even his older sister. we played you're a jerk and my baby was jerking and pin dropping, all which i got on snapchat BUT THEN MY PHONE DIED BEFORE I CAN SAFE IT. boof, right? i was continuing the little dancing and ae went outside with his sister’s bf. that was when he was doing the wax pen. chris came up to me and was like have you and ae said “i love you” to each other yet. i said no, and then he proceeded to say “do you love him?”. i just sat and laughed a little bit. i told him the time i said it but he didn’t and he got mad. he said “want me to go talk to him?” i said it was fine and we’ll talk about it ourselves. i was sitting at the table and he comes up to me. (side note: i told him i missed him a while ago and he just did a little laugh thing and said “i’m right here”, so i ended up saying “fine then, i won’t say it anymore.”) i told him i missed him and then never mind i said i wasn’t gonna say it anymore and he was like “oooh, oookay” and i told him every time i say it he just says ok or don’t miss me so there’s no point in saying it anymore. he took me into the other room, the couch by the front door, and had me lay next to him. he began to say “whenever you say you miss me it get’s me really sad and i start thinking about how i’m actually going to miss you when i’m not with you” and that was the end of it. he started CRYINGGG man. it was heartbreaking, actually. we talked a little bit more about going to have to stay strong for each other while we’re away. when we finished it was around 2:30 AM. he told me that we should stay there and rest a little before we head back to everyone. me and him fell asleep on the couch and i could feel myself waking up in the middle of my nap to readjust myself a few times because i kept getting uncomfortable. his step dad ended up waking us up at around 3 AM. he asked me if i was spending the night. i said no, it’s okay because the whole day ae kept telling me he doesn’t know. (side note: i hate it when i know he wants to say something but he ends up saying something else. like when he says idk or yes you can tell that deep down he wants to say no or give some other reason to say no. you’ll see what i mean later on.) then he told me “no, you are not driving home this late. come on, come upstairs you can sleep in the loft.” me and ae walked upstairs and say dais and the other girl by their bathroom. we peeked inside ae’s room and say chris in his bed and poncho slumped and spread out on ae’s. dais looked at me and asked if i wanted anything to wear. i told her it was fine and she said “you’re going to sleep in THAAAT?!” and pulled on my jean shorts. hahaha, she’s funny man. we walked into the loft and she came back and was like “here you can change into these” i changed. then, me and ae laid on the blankets that were set up on the floor. she looks at us and was like “you guys don’t want another pillow?” i said nooo, it’s okay. she comes back with a pillow for us. then as we were about to fall asleep she was like “you guys aren’t gonna use a blanket?” we said no, it’s okay. she ends up taking the blanket and spreading it onto of us. i said thanks mom and she walked back to her room and that was the end of that.

sunday, august 27 2017

i was awaken at about 7 AM by ae. he said “do you want to just go in my room and sleep? i said sure. we went back to his room and laid down for a little bit. he ended up wanting to get wild man, and his bro was right next to us. got me ded af, lmaooo. we went downstairs and his sister, sister’s bf, and the little kids were running around. the girl, whose name i am unsure of, told us my baby’s mom walked upstairs and saw us sleeping together on the floor. she said “he moves out one day and the next he’s already sleeping with her? i’m going to have a heart attack” HAHAHA aww. not much else happened that day, we had breakfast and said bye to everyone. we walked back upstairs and i fell asleep for a little bit longer. he mentioned how cute it was that i was drooling on his arm but it was okay because it was his baby :’) i’m fucking cryinggg. wait, no i’ll be crying in a little bit. one sec. so we were downstairs and his mom was packing him snacks and whatnot. he looks at me around 2:30 and asks if i want to head out, which has me hella confused because they’re not leaving until 3:00 so i was like ??? umm okay. we go outside and he looks at me and start crying all over again! i gave him a hug and was like omg baby what’s wrong? and he told me how much he was going to miss me. i reminded him that we can do it and it won't be bad. man, i didn't think i was going to cry because i kept looking at the silver lining of the whole situation but seeing him cry breaks my heart. HERE’S WHERE IT GETS HELLA INTERESTING. so i get in my car and he goes “there’s something i’ve been holding off saying...” and he tries to pull himself together. then proceeds to say “i love you” and then we both start crying! mannn, that was so unexpected, he got me. as i was about to leave after giving him a hug and a kiss, he looks at me while he was standing next to my car door and his face just starts crying again. i got out of the car and gave him one last hug and kiss before i had to go. i love this boy with all my heart and i can’t imaging living my life without him anymore.

tuesday, august 29 2017

it was his first day of school on monday but other than that, not much happened. i got to school at 6:40 in time for weight room practice. i walked up to alina and told her that after the coach talked to us that monday and how nicole quit, i was considering it. i went to history, then i had a break. i went to my car, then to the locker room to shower, then back to my car, then to coach’s office to talk to her about tips and advice on how to get my way to sd state school, then to my lab class. we ended up being able to leave lab like two hours early. after my chem lecture i went to get gas. the only thing getting me through the day was that i would be able to finally see my baby after a long day apart hahaha. so i made my way down south. it took an hour or so much the end result was worth it. i parked at the top floor of the parking garage as he met me there. we went to his room and all the guys went to the gym to play basketball. we just laid there and whatnot ;) we were supposed to go out and eat with everyone but we couldn’t wait. we went to this mexican place next to the dorms. it was bombbb, too and the worker was nice. on our way back, he pulled me into a hug before reaching his door building. he told me “i feel like i don't say it enough, i love you” my heart got so happy. we got back into his room to go grab my things and i hugged him. i didn’t let go and i kept reminding him i don’t want to leave him. then, when we got back to my car and it got pretty serious. it started when i said “i don’t want to go to school tomorrow” and he asked why not. i then realized why. i told him it didn’t make me happy and i dread every night before i have to go to school the next day. it’s not school itself because i actually enjoy learning. it’s the fact that i have to wake up so early, commute in long/unpredictable traffic, not being able to just come home and relax but jump right into homework, then sleep early to repeat. it became too much. taking 21.5 units and trying to have a softball/social life on top of that? it’s not possible. especially with it being my first year of college. especially starting out at a junior college. if i want to transfer to a school i want, i have to work at a high gpa and get past all my competitors so i CAN leave. that is my goal and if softball if going to get in the way of that then i can’t have it. i put way too much on my shoulders and i couldn’t carry it all. i need time to myself, time to study, and if i were to play softball i would need time outside of practice to better myself. it was one of the hardest decisions, but my baby helped me out with a talk in the car and laid out the facts and reality of the situation. he told me he would support me 100% with whatever i decide. he is the whole reason i was able to be happier and confident with the way things in my life are starting to turn out. i’m becoming an adult. i can't just do whatever i want when i want. i have responsibilities now and i am responsible for myself. that means making sacrifices if i need to so that i can become a better me. i dropped him off infront of his dorm building and before he left me he said “i love you.” goddamn, just 3 words that keep me going everyday. i talked to mr and tt on my way home and they, too, helped me out a lot. i got home and told my parents about it then took my slumped ass to bed.

well, as you can tell i had a pretty eventful weekend + some. it is currently 7:40 AM on friday, sept. 1. i want to continue this talk but i have decided i am going to start on my baby’s “open when” letters, as it is already a week late. hopefully i’ll be able to make it to my baby’s actual birthday. if not, earlier. peace.

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