#after this im planning to make a mono one i had in mind and a solangelo one because rn everyone is liking my oercy jackson shit

[wu-does-art]

samples are here and they look great!!

[bratkook]

right now. (m) jjk.

not yet, almost , right now

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, smut, idiots to lovers!! word count. 14.8k warnings. two mega fucking idiots<33, miscommunication/dumb assumptions, smut in forms of: fingering, oral sex (f.), orgasm denial, spanking, some spit bc duh, unprotected sex, super sweet & lovey!! also jungkook is a sweetheart pls love him summary. coming to terms with your feelings after getting off to the idea of your close friend is a little harder than you thought, but how long can you take before jungkook decides its time to move on? note. did jlin forget how to write for a few weeks? yes, yes she did....i know this took a long time but life is rough man so forgive me... but anyways lol the final part to the not yet!verse is hereeeee! thank you to @kithtaehyung​ for reading this over for me ily!! thank you guys for enjoying this mini series, the response was really unexpected but im sososo happy over every comment/ask i’ve gotten for this story. once again, tysm for your love and let me know what you think<3

The evening sun illuminates Jungkook’s apartment, golden hour bouncing off every reflective surface and straight into his eyes the second he walks in, immediately squinting as he makes a beeline to shut the blinds. His head was already throbbing from the hangover that decided to peak around noon, a mean case of nausea putting a damper on his work day. So as much as he loved soaking in some vitamin D today was not the day. 

“Are you joking?” he huffs as he brings down the blinds, hand yanking at the flimsy string in an attempt to get it unstuck. “How stup—you’d think with the amount I pay every month in rent the blinds would work!” 

Alright, so maybe he was a little grumpy today, choosing to take it out on an inanimate object and blame it purely on the bad decisions made last night—definitely had nothing to do with the residual moping of you going on a date. This could be fixed, easily. 

The first order of business? Texting you to see if you’d be interested in devouring greasy food from your favorite place down the street. He’d get to see you and finally put something in his stomach, it’s the best of both worlds really. 

Jungkook forgets about the blinds, leaving them stuck in the awkward position as he walks away entirely, fishing his phone out of his pocket while he enters his room. It’s the same text he always sends when he’s hangry: If I don’t get food in the next 15 mins I'm burning this place down and taking you with me. 

He knows the response he’ll get, either that meme of the child in front of a burning house or an equally hangry paragraph. The phone gets tossed onto his bed as he changes out of his work clothes, needing to dispose of the business casual attire that was suffocating him, his old college hoodie giving him the comfort he needs. 

By the time he’s finally slipping on his sneakers he’s expecting you to come knocking on his door, your impatient attitude always putting a smile on his face. Half of the time your neighbors thought you were having arguments from the way you’d pound onto the slab of wood, saying his name with just enough annoyance laced into each syllable it would fool anyone into thinking you were actually upset instead of being a brat. But when that never comes, he reaches for his phone again. 

A few notifications fill up his screen, some instagram direct message previews, his group chat that he never responded to, and a few emails coming through, but you had yet to respond. Maybe it’s a little creepy, but Jungkook knows you’re home because he passed by your parked car on his way in. So his mind jumps to two extremes: you were either face down, drowning in your bathtub, or that yellow shades wearing wannabe version of himself was at your place. 

Not an ounce of shame sits within him as he speedwalks to the side his bed was on, placing both palms onto the wall before his ear was pressed against the cold drywall. Jungkook’s not really sure what would make him feel good, hearing you and Jung Hoseok together, or hearing nothing at all. His ears strain to hear anything, but the only sound he gets is his own blood pumping. 

With a small pout he pulls back, deciding he’d play the annoying neighbor role today and pound on your door instead. It’s a role he doesn’t take lightly, knuckles banging on the wood loud enough for you to hear wherever you were in your apartment. It takes a few minutes before any sign of life is shown, your door creaking open, and Jungkook is thankful because he was about to head to the maintenance office to ask for a key in case you actually were drowning in your bathtub. 

“C’mon, let’s get food,” he declares instantly, a charming smile on his face as he stands with his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. The smile slowly falls off when he gets a good look at you, hair looking like a mess on your head and your fluffy blanket draped around you as you give out a weak cough. “Are you sick?”

“I think so,” you rasp out, leaning against your door frame and tugging the blanket tighter around you. 

“Did that fucker give you mono?” Jungkook looks irritated, brows pinched together in a grimace—something you’re definitely not accustomed to seeing so you almost don’t catch his accusation.

“Jungkook, no! It’s nothing serious.”

He doesn’t look fully convinced, but he shrugs anyways, positive you weren’t interested in getting interrogated when you were feeling under the weather. “Alright, let me know if you need me to drive you to the doctor if it becomes something serious.”

With a roll of your eyes and a small smile, you wave him off, slowly shutting the door behind you. Your eye immediately peeks through your peephole, not relaxing until he makes his way down the hall and enters the elevator, still on his quest for greasy food. 

“God, how old are you?” you grumble to yourself, yanking the blanket off your body and onto the floor with a huff. Pretending to be sick to avoid your friend was a new low, especially after the post-orgasm epiphany you had last night. A sane person would come to terms with their feelings and confess to them, uncertainty and possible rejection be damned! But you? No, you have to fake a cold like the giant coward you are. 

The guilt only deepens when a knock comes from your door an hour later, a quick peek through your peephole allowing you to see Jungkook setting two plastic bags on the floor before stepping back and walking to his apartment next door. You don’t come out until you hear his door shut, seeing the logo of your favorite diner down the street. No doubt would your comfort meal be inside the takeaway container. 

It takes all you have to not rush over to his place and say you were lying when you see he had also gone ahead and got you cold medication, a few different bottles because he surely didn’t know which was best, along with teas and some cough drops. 

You’re a dirty liar. A horrible friend too. 

That doesn’t stop you from devouring the meal in the takeout box as you’re hunched over your breakfast bar like a little gremlin. “This is just for today,” you mumble out to yourself as you set the plastic fork down and chug some of the leftover alcohol you had in your fridge. It’s your own version of a pity party, except the food feels heavy in your stomach, knowing the man you were avoiding was the one who bought it—bring on the guilt. 

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

You’re a dirty liar and horrible friend 2.0. Why this time? Because tomorrow stretched out a few more days than planned. It wasn’t entirely intentional at first, getting stuck at work longer than usual and missing the weekly hangout at your place where you got your remote covered in cheeto dust as you argued over what to watch. But it trickled down onto shorter replies to his texts, or you scrambling out of your apartment and into the elevator so fast in order to not run into him, your mind still trying to list all the pros and cons to this potential relationship before you even had the guts to confess to your feelings. 

Jungkook didn’t know thats what was occupying your mind, no he was currently thinking the worst. He notices the change instantly, recognizing it because this was the exact way you had acted while you were with Hajoon, right before you broke the news to him that you needed to keep some distance while you focused on your relationship. So Jungkook automatically assumes that your sudden change in behavior after going on a single date with Jung Hoseok, was because you wanted to make your relationship with this man work. 

His assumption stings—a lot actually—and soon enough he stops initiating conversations altogether. He didn’t want to hear you tell him you had to distance yourself again, he’s not sure his heart could handle that a second time, so he decides to get ahead of the curb and take a massive step away from you. It hurts him to know you’re right next door, and just like before, it’s like you’re back to being total strangers. 

Safe to say Jungkook was currently going on his own downward spiral. 

You could text him like nothing had happened and he’d accept it with open arms, but instead you text your best friend an SOS text, begging her to meet you at your place. She calls you dramatic at first, but once you say it’s about Jungkook she shows up at your place in record time. 

“Did you finally fuck him?” Is her greeting of choice, spoken shamelessly from the hallway with no worry about her volume. She cackles when you yank the bottle of wine from her grasp and tug her into your apartment, letting the door slam behind her. 

“You’re lucky he’s not home you bitch.” An eye roll is her only response, yanking the bottle back and making her way into your kitchen to grab the opener. 

“So you didn’t fuck him?” The cork pops at her question, a curious glance staring you down as she pours the red liquid into an oversized cup. 

“No Seulgi, I didn’t fuck him. But I did...something.” It makes your face warm up as you remember it, gratefully grabbing the cup she hands your way because you definitely need some liquid courage before confessing to your sins.

She hums in thought as she raids your pantry for something to munch on, settling on a bag of mini pretzels before leading you to your couch, needing to know the gossip that led to your sos text. “Okay, did you accidentally send him a nude then?”

“No, that wouldn’t be so bad I think?” Sending him an accidental nude would be laughable, probably resolved by a few screaming texts and dumb jokes before moving on. But new feelings seeing the light of day seemed so much worse. “But I sort of kissed him at a club a few weeks ago to get back at Hajoon—long story,” you cut in when you see her ready to fire off questions. 

“And then I went on that failed Tinder date I told you about, and when I got home I sort of heard him, you know,”— you mimic a jerking off motion with your hand and ignore her lewd gasp, “and then I…” you trail off shamefully. 

“No!” she gasps even louder, hand pressed to her mouth and eyes wide. 

“Yes! And the fucking orgasm opened my eyes and made me realize that maybe that tiny crush you guys always joke about him having is real, and maybe I have a tiny crush on him too.”

“Does he know?”

“That I like him?”

“No, that you rubbed one out while listening to him you dirty slut!” Oh she’s loving this, leaning back into your cushions with a handful of pretzels resting on her boobs, a sly smile on her lips as she takes a sip of her wine. She’s the one who planted the seed in your mind, playfully joking about Jungkook any chance she got, saying he had the hots for you because she enjoyed the flustered look on your face. No doubt would she text the group chat with the news the second you finish this cry for help. 

“Do you think I told him? I can barely come to terms with the fact that I like him. Like what am I supposed to do?”

She sighs dramatically, munching on the final pretzel on her tits before sitting up and dusting off the crumbs from her shirt. “Look, I know you’re just realizing that he likes you so this is still new and fresh for you, but we’ve noticed it for years. It’s fine that you didn’t see it, you had other things occupying your mind.” 

You frown as you stare at the rug beneath your feet, remembering how life was when you first moved into this complex. Getting out of a previous relationship weeks prior, when you had met Jungkook your mind was not interested in pursuing anything with him regardless of how cute you thought he was. It made it easier for you to form a friendship, not worried about trying to impress him, or flirt with him, allowing him to see you for who you truly are. 

Jungkook had his fair share of girlfriends during the years, none of which were entirely serious but by the time he was completely single you had met Hajoon, and he had accepted the fact that maybe you were better off as friends and he would just admire you from afar. That is, until you decided to plant one on him. So technically this is your fault. 

“Jungkook likes you okay, and I’m sure if you just marched next door and told him you like him too he’ll drop on one knee and marry you.”

“Shut up,” you snort, shoving her shoulder with a smile. 

“As a matter of fact, go over there right now!” She stands up from her spot, yanking your arms to haul you up with her. 

“I told you, he’s not home. But, I’ll tell him. I have to.”

Seulgi crosses her arms over her chest as she stares at you, clearly displeased that she wouldn’t be witness to this love story unfolding in real time. “You better. You never know what sneaky little bitch is trying to get him to get over you.”

The sneaky little bitch in question is Park Jimin, currently sitting directly across from Jungkook, guzzling down beer like his life depends on it. It's impressive really, how quickly he empties the cup, eyes shut looking as content as could be even in the dim lighting. Jungkook can only watch with a grimace as his friend sets the glass down and wipes at his mouth with no sense of table manners. 

“What?” he burps, proceeding to pour more of the golden liquid into his cup from the pitcher in the middle of the table. 

“I always forget how absolutely disgusting you are. How do you do it?” Jimin just frowns at the question, not entirely understanding so Jungkook continues. “What switch do you flip to go from sipping champagne to chugging beer like a fucking biker.”

“It’s a talent, I know.” He smiles wide, reaching forward to grip Jungkook’s hand and force him to grab his own cup. Condensation was pooling around the bottom from sitting there untouched, and that just wouldn’t do on Jimin’s watch. “C’mon, drink it!”

“Fine,” Jungkook grumbles, raising the glass and allowing Jimin to clank the cups together before taking a big gulp. He doesn’t clear the cup like his friend did seconds prior but it's enough to appease him. It tastes absolutely bitter the whole way down, settling into his stomach uncomfortably, and the look on his face as he pushes the glass away from him is very telling. 

Boisterous shouts fill the sports bar they were in, huddles of people surrounding the tables and booths as they watched the current soccer match playing on the televisions lining the walls. Jungkook honestly feels like a debby downer now, moping in his seat instead of enjoying the atmosphere with his friend like they normally did. The current game was definitely not the reason Jungkook had texted Jimin to grab drinks, no he needed an outlet to talk about you—preferably in a space that didn’t have walls as thin as his apartment.  

When he barely acknowledges the plate of wings set in front of him Jimin huffs, resisting the urge to dig in because he knew once he did he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else. “Are you gonna be like this the entire time?”

“Like what?” Jungkook has the gall to ask, acting as if he wasn’t looking like a wounded animal. 

“Like you just discovered your wife of ten years is having an affair with your sister.”

He sits up straighter at that, eyes wide in disbelief. “Jesus.“

Jimin knew the jist of what was happening through the texts he had received the past week, but it seems like Jungkook didn’t want to jump into the topic of it at all now that they were sitting across from each other. He just sighs before deciding to be honest, wasting no time beating around the bush to hopefully be the voice of reason Jungkook needs. “You’ve been simping over her for years JK, and I get it, you think she could be the one. But what about you huh? It’s not fair for you to have your heart wrung out each time she gets a man and decides to put the friendship on pause—“

“That happened once!” He defends, brows pinched on his forehead as he shakes his head, ready to explain your situation because he wasn’t a fan of hearing his friend say anything about you when he didn’t truly know what happened. “The dude was a piece of shit and basically told her it was him or me. I’m not gonna crucify her for wanting a long term relationship to work.”

“Right, so she’s not icing you out again because she got a new man? That’s literally what you told me, it’s why I bought you this sympathy pitcher of beer!”

“Fuck you, you bought this pitcher for yourself.” Jimin had chugged two giant glasses of beer already, and was steadily working on his third, whereas Jungkook’s watered down cup remained relatively untouched. “Besides, I was just...spiraling and assumed when I sent you that desperate text. But I haven’t heard anything.”

Jimin can only stare blankly at the table as he processes what was just said before locking eyes with his friend once more, “Sorry, what? You haven’t heard anything? The hell kind of riddle is that.”

Jungkook sinks into the booth with a look of shame, not wanting to admit to occasionally laying in his bed at night in complete and total silence just to see if he could hear you and the hypothetical version of Jung Hoseok doing literally anything. It’s not one of his proudest moments, feeling like a bit of a creeper as he laid stiff on his bed, too scared to make a sound.  “Nothing, forget about it. Point is, I haven’t seen the fucker come in or out of her place, so what does that mean?”

A deep sigh comes from Jimin, hand reaching forward to push the beer closer to Jungkook, desperately trying to get him to drink and ease up. “It means you pay far too much attention to her. When was the last time you got any action?”

Two weeks ago. From his hand and filthy imagination. 

“A few months,” he grumbles, remembering his last hook up that happened a few days before he discovered you got dumped. 

“Get outta here.” Jimin rolls his eyes as he points to the door. “Literally, go stand at the corner outside, show some thighs or a tattooed titty and take your pick of the swarm of girls that will surely follow you.”

Jungkook thinks he’s joking, but when his friend doesn’t drop his hand and narrows his eyes threateningly he knows he’s being serious. “My tits aren’t even tattooed,”—his large palms press against his shirt covered chest as if to prove a point— “And you sound like a douchebag talking like this.”

“What? She went on a tinder date and definitely got laid, so you need to even out the playing field. Also, it might help you chill the hell out.”

“Oh my god, you’re not helping.” Jungkook really didn’t need that visual again, it had flashed in his mind too often the night of his pity party and now it was once again at the front of his brain. 

“Alright, okay. I’m throwing out my safe word right now.” Jimin leans closer, arms resting on the table with a confused look on his face. “What do you need from me here? Like, do I play the role of a supportive friend who wants you to get over her, or do I play the role of a friend who wants you to confess? Because you’re giving me some mixed signals Jeon.”

A groan escapes Jungkook, fingers rubbing at his eyes before dragging down his face as he sinks even further into his seat. “I don’t know.” 

It’s the truth. Jungkook had no idea what he wanted his friend to do to help him. He knew that although his feelings for you have weighed heavy on his chest for what seems like years, you technically had no idea, so he feels a little guilty over his frustration for the whole situation. You were newly single again and determined to go through this self proclaimed wild phase so Jungkook isn’t dumb enough to think you can’t go out and do whatever you want, even if that means being with someone who isn’t him. 

“Look,” Jimin sighs, pulling him out of his thoughts. “You only have two choices here, tell her how you feel and accept whatever comes with it, or make peace with the idea of just being friends. Either way, I think you need to loosen up and have fun tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Jungkook sits himself up, wrapping his fingers around the cup in an effort to at least look like he wanted to be here. He couldn’t sit here and mope about a problem like this when he hadn’t attempted to come out and tell you how he feels. 

One night of loosening up to get you off his mind wouldn’t hurt, if anything it might help him come to his senses. At least that’s what Jimin was currently whispering with a mischievous smile on his lips. “It’ll be fine, I’ll make sure you don’t black out and get home safe. Who knows, you might get plastered enough to drunk text your confession.”

Jungkook glares at his friend, not liking the goofy look on his face as he starts to laugh. “I swear to god, you better not let me get to that point. Take my phone away from me.”

Jimin obviously wants to see the world burn, or at least he enjoys it when Jungkook somehow digs himself into his own grave. That's exactly why he responds with a million laughing emojis when Jungkook texts him asking why the hell he hadn’t taken his phone last night. 

He did a good job hiding his shock when a knock came from his front door, half expecting it to be you, keeping a smile on his face as he allowed  the person who was very clearly not you in before swiftly entering his bathroom. Jungkook wants to stay locked here forever, holed up while he sits on his toilet and not in the living room with company. It wasn’t like it was bad company either, his drunken ass going through his contact list and sending an invitation to hangout the following day to the last person he spoke to, Aillie. 

The girl is sweet, someone he had a casual fling with for months, someone who was used to his random texts so she doesn’t think twice before agreeing. The only silver lining to this was that he hadn’t sent you a typo-filled drunken confession, which is what Jimin responds with before telling him to suck it up and leave his bathroom. 

Jungkook accepts his fate, as well as accepting that he is partially responsible for this. He shoves his device back into his pockets before standing up and flushing the toilet for show, washing his hands just to stall. One good glance at his reflection makes him cringe, stained shirt and sweats combo leaves him looking like the unprepared mess he is. Another detour through his room to change was a must before he has no choice but to step back out. 

“You’re totally hung over aren’t you?” Aillie jokes from her spot on the couch, comfortable enough in his apartment from the time spent here. She locks her phone as she stands up, taking her time to really look Jungkook over. He was not dressed like someone who was expecting a guest, and despite having seen Jungkook at his sloppiest, his previous attire of oversized shirt and slightly stained sweatpants didn’t look like someone who was expecting a fuck buddy to pop over. Even with his new outfit looking more put together, it was obvious Jungkook was caught off guard by her showing up. 

“What?” Jungkook dumbly asks, trying to come up with some lame excuse to justify his earlier appearance but he falls short. His fingers gently rake through his hair, a grimace falling on his face as he looks back up at her. “Actually, a little. Sorry, I got drunk last night when I text you so sober me was not really prepared.”

“Yeah I figured, you sent me some blurry selfies right after. But we can just hang, we don’t have to do anything,” she trails off, a soft smile on her lips. The only time they ever hung out was to hook up, having ten minute conversations before and after the fact. “Or I can leave too if it's weird that I’m here.” 

Jungkook is shaking his head before she can even finish, already feeling bad enough after texting her to come over. How shitty would he be if he immediately kicked her out. This was fine, a nice distraction from it all, decent middle ground that would help him get his mind off you without having to take Jimin’s douchebag advice. 

“No, we can watch a movie or something. It’s not like I have other plans.” Had this been two weeks ago it would be a totally different story. Jungkook would typically be waiting in his apartment as he stared at the slowly ticking clock, just waiting for it to strike 7:30 because that's when you usually got home. Then he’d either get a text from you to come over with snacks or you’d show up at his door and invite yourself over for the weekly game night. 

It didn’t happen last week, or the week prior, so Jungkook is very confident that it would not be happening today either. It’s that same sense of confidence—and saltiness—that allows him to get comfortable with Aillie, blissfully unaware that you had just pulled into the parking garage a few stories below. 

“I swear to god if you don’t go straight to his door the minute you get off the elevator I will never let you live it down.” Seulgi’s voice fills your car through the speakers, fading out as you shut the car off and bring your phone to your ear to continue the conversation. 

“Dude, I just got off work. I need to make myself look decent.” Plastic bags rustle together as you grab the snacks you had picked up on your way home, all full of yours and Jungkook's favorite treats. It was definitely a guilt fueled purchase, hoping the items were enough to distract him from the fact that you were kind of a bitch for ghosting him recently, or at least butter him up into accepting your apology easier. 

“You think Jungkook cares if you’re a little sweaty from work? He’s a grown man, that’s not gonna stop him from going do—“

“Okay, goodbye!” You hastily cut her off as you press the elevator button, hearing her rambling off about being interrupted. “I’m about to get on the elevator, I’ll tell you how it goes.”

With a small sigh you hang up and stuff the device into your purse, stepping onto the lift as the doors open up and pressing the number for your floor. Your hands are clammy as you grip the plastic bag, uncharacteristically nervous about seeing Jungkook again after so long. 

The main obstacle for you to get over was apologizing for being a crappy friend, and if that went well you were going to suck it up and just come out and confess, the odds of him saying no were slim. And even if he did, you’re perfectly content with staying friends, as long as you could keep him close. 

It’s that same optimistic mentality that allows you to calm down as you enter your place and decide to give yourself a minute to mentally prepare. His favorite ice cream gets put into the freezer for later before you decide to shower and give yourself a pep talk the entire time. 

This pep talk of yours is filled with best case scenarios: Jungkook accepting the confession with open arms, finally being able to kiss him properly, everything falling into place the way it should have a long time ago. And as you head over, totally sober, freshly washed, looking and smelling your best, you really can’t picture this going any other way. 

With a deep breath you’re knocking on his front door, quickly pulling back your hand and wiping it onto your pants as you step back. Jungkook hears the knock clearly from his spot on the couch, his gaze tearing away from the television to stare at his front door with a small frown. He hadn’t ordered any food and Aillie had just excused herself to use his bathroom so his brain is having a hard time wondering who it could be. 

He curses under his breath, not putting it past himself to have texted a second person last night with an invitation to hang out. Why was Jungkook a friendly drunk?

As he presses his eye against the peephole and spots you standing there, he thinks he’s imagining things. It had seemed like so long since he had last seen you in person, and the warped fish-eyed version of you has him stepping back and rubbing his eyes before taking another glance. He suddenly feels like throwing up, and he can’t blame his earlier hangover on it. 

For a brief second he contemplates pretending he hadn’t heard you, but the guilt of doing so makes his heart twist, so he musters up the courage to open the door. It’s barely a crack really, just enough for you to see him while still concealing his apartment, something you definitely found strange because you’re usually flinging the door open and strutting right in, but you suppose his reaction is warranted considering your previous behavior. 

“Y/N, hey. Are you alright?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine!” Your fingers tangle together in front of you, not entirely sure what to do with your nerves and Jungkook spots it easily. His own nerves sky rocket when he hears the sound of running water coming from his bathroom a few feet away, knowing Aillie would most likely pop out any second now, and he’s not sure why it feels like a dirty secret that he has another girl over. 

“Did you need something?”

“Yeah, I was actually wanting to talk to you about something kind of important.” Your smile is hopeful, despite the nerves swirling in your eyes. The nervous skip of your heart is felt in your throat, not remembering the last time you had felt this way about telling someone how you felt about them romantically. 

“Right now?” he wonders, fingers gripping the door handle tighter when he hears his bathroom door unlock, the sound of footsteps rounding the corner before stepping into the living room, a few feet away from the door and in perfect view of the wedge Jungkook had opened. 

When your eyes flicker over his shoulder, spotting the auburn haired girl giving you a curious glance, you feel all your confidence slip away. Seulgi had definitely been right about needing to confess soon, Jungkook was a catch and just because you hadn’t realized it sooner didn’t mean the rest of the world was blind to it. 

“Yeah, right now...but you’re busy, so it’s fine!” You want to scramble away from there, feeling dumb the longer you stand there. Jungkook wants to say he’s not busy, kick the girl out of his place and invite you in but that wouldn’t be fair to her, for all he knew your important conversation would be a repeat of the conversation you had over Hajoon, and he really didn't want to get friendship dumped while this girl was in his apartment. He’s pretty sure his Yelp rating would drop a bit if he cried on the couch about you to his old hook up. 

He starts to speak but you cut him off before he can, “Don’t worry about it! I’ll see you later.” You force a smile before walking away, not allowing him to get a word in as you quickly step into your apartment and move to the furthest room away from your bedroom. 

You can feel the cold of your kitchen floor as you sit on your butt, back against your cabinets, the small twinge of defeat spreading within you. “This is fine. Maybe she’s just a friend. I can always tell him tomorrow,” you whisper out. But your fingers seem to think otherwise as they type out a message to Seulgi, informing her that the mission was unsuccessful and you’d be putting on The Notebook like you always did. It was basically protocol to do so when things went south in your life. 

She doesn’t even know how to console you, knowing she can’t tell you it was his loss or that he wasn’t worth it because she knows that’d be a lie and you wouldn’t believe it for a second. The only thing she can offer is coming over, but you’re quick to turn her down, deciding that being alone in the comfort of your bed as you inhaled the ice cream you bought for Jungkook would be best. 

Is being in your room the wisest choice when you know you share a wall with Jungkook—and he has a cute girl over? No. Probably not. But you figure if you hear anything explicit it’s just your dose of karma, so you accept it, turning up the volume of the movie a few levels just to soften the blow. 

However, Jungkook would definitely not be hooking up with her in his bedroom, or anywhere in his apartment for that matter. Luckily Aillie is blessed with the gift of reading the damn room and can easily spot the shift in Jungkook’s mood the second he shuts the door. She’s sitting on the edge of the couch now, hands gently placed on her knees as she gives him a sympathetic smile. 

“I get the vibe that somethings off.”

He looks up at her then, slowing his pace until he’s awkwardly standing in the middle of the room with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “My friend—my neighbor just wanted to talk about something. But everything’s fine.”

The lie tastes bitter on his tongue, and Aillie doesn’t believe him in the slightest. A small sigh fills the air as she stands up, collecting her bag and approaching him. “Look, I know deep talks really aren’t our thing so I’m not going to even try to dive into this, but you should go talk to your friend.”

A comforting hand is placed on his shoulder before she makes her way to the door to leave, Jungkook already following closely behind her. “No, you don’t have to go. You came all this way because I texted you with way too much tequila in my system.”

“Jungkook,” she laughs, opening the door with a smile. “You’re way too sweet for your own good. It was nice seeing you though.” Her eyes slowly move over to your front door before looking back at him, head cocking to the side in a very clear indication that he better go over. He can only nod in understanding, waving her goodbye and shutting the door once she heads down to the elevator. 

The action sounds of the movie they were watching continues to fill his apartment, whatever chaos was going on only making his brain whirl so he’s quick to grab the remote and shut it off entirely. Now he’s just stuck in complete silence, wondering if he should quickly make his way over to yours or play it calm and collected. 

The total silence allows him to hear the muffled mumbling of a movie he knew all too well. It draws him in, lures him into his bedroom until he’s kneeling on the mattress with his ear pressed against the wall to properly make it out. You were watching the Notebook, at a concerning volume, which could mean a number of things. Jungkook knew none of them were good, usually rooted in issues you had with your ex, or a tough day at work, or any particular day where you just felt like crying. 

With a deep breath, he’s slowly knocking along his wall, almost experimentally, hoping it's enough to grab your attention through the current scene playing. For a second he thinks maybe you’ve fallen asleep while watching the film, but then the room falls silent as you pause it entirely. 

Your hearts racing now, ears straining to hear anything else and hoping this wasn’t how the beginning of the explicit noises would start, but then another knock comes from behind you. It makes you gasp, like you’ve just been caught being the nosey neighbor you are, hearing the soft scrape of his hand sliding down the wall. The ice cream gets put onto your nightstand as you sit up properly, forcing yourself out of the mountain of pillows you were practically suffocating in and turning around to knock back.

Jungkook’s palm presses back onto the wall, smiling at your response before fishing his phone out of his pocket. His fingers find your thread of messages, further down the list than he was used to, and as he opens them up and sees the string of unanswered texts dating back to two weeks ago, it stings just like it did before. He pushes his pride aside though, knowing you had wanted to talk today in person, so he proceeds to quadruple text you. 

Jungkook 8:44pm : are you seriously watching the notebook again?

You’re unlocking your phone the second it buzzes, smiling at the dimly lit screen before typing out a response. 

Y/N 8:45pm : shut up, it’s my comfort movie

Y/N 8:45pm : do you wanna watch it with me? for old times sake

The device is locked and placed face down onto your sheets the second you hit send, sinking into the pillows once again as you try not to scream at yourself because you know he’ll hear you. Why would you invite him over when he clearly has company? You had seen her with your own eyes, had seen how cute she is, had seen how cute Jungkook is, it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. 

Jungkook is quick though, texting back in agreement and heading over instantly. If you were watching your comfort movie then Jungkook wanted to make sure you were okay. Putting the past two weeks behind him, knowing you’d most likely have a good enough explanation—an explanation he would definitely be needing before the night was over—he’s knocking on your door before you can even check your messages. 

It takes you a minute to untangle your limbs from your covers as you hastily try to get to your door, sock clad feet sliding along your wooden floors when you finally yank the door open. Jungkook wears a soft smile as he stares down at you, taking note that you had switched your outfit to your usual sad movie binge attire of baggy shirt and lounge shorts. His eyes zero in on your lips when he notices there's something lingering at the corner of them. 

“So, are you gonna share whatever the hell that is?” His finger points at it smugly, laughing when your tongue peeks out to wipe it away. 

“It was actually meant to be for you.” Stepping aside, you let him enter your place. Jungkook almost feels a little strange being here after the weird few weeks, but he pushes it aside, just wanting things to feel normal. 

“Does that mean there’s no more left?” His eyes playfully narrow at you as you step closer, moving on to stare at the kitchen table, and the coffee table in search of the tub of ice cream that supposedly had his name on it. The earlier nerves you felt slowly fade away when you realize he’s not visibly upset about what happened, but it only makes your guilt deepen that despite your ability to be a crummy friend, Jungkook would still try his best to come through for you. 

“There’s about half of it left, it’s probably a little soft now though.” You side step him to enter the kitchen, grabbing an extra spoon and handing it over as a peace treaty, smiling when he gratefully accepts it. “C’mon, I paused the movie.”

Jungkook is not a stranger to your bedroom, especially when sappy movies were playing, finding his spot easily on the right side where he typically handed you tissues whenever you cried. The tissues were missing this time, in place of them being the bag of snacks you had bought, his ice cream on the other nightstand. 

“What part are you on?” he asks, settling onto the bed after fluffing up the pillows, waving his hands so you could pass the tub of ice cream his way. 

“It just started raining on the boat.” Jungkook hums, scooping out some of the chocolate ice cream and into his mouth. He knew this scene very well, and when you press play, he mentally repeats all of the lines. Just as Noah declares he wrote her 365 letters, you awkwardly clear your throat, your own spoon slowly sneaking over to his side to steal some ice cream for yourself. 

“I’m sorry if I made things awkward with your date.” Your voice sounds timid, something he’s not used to hearing from you at all, so he chuckles, laughing harder when you swat at his arm. “I’m serious, I should have texted you before just showing up.”

“Really? When have you ever done that before?” The two of you never notified the other when they wanted to show up, Jungkook had even given you the code to his place once when he was at work and you were desperate for some fruity pebbles—you used that code to your advantage and Jungkook never hated it. But all things considered, it's fair why you think you would have to give him a heads up. 

“You didn’t make it awkward though.” It’s not the complete truth, you coming over is what had made Aillie decide to leave, but Jungkook had to take most of the credit for it. “I kinda made it awkward from the beginning.”

“Why, what happened?”

“I went out last night with Jimin“ —you immediately hum in understanding, knowing very well how convincing Jimin could be with alcohol— “and apparently I texted her to hang out today, had no recollection, so when she showed up I was definitely not ready.”

“Damn, this is how I know you’re a better person than I am. If that happened to me, the second I checked my peephole and saw someone I didn’t remember inviting over, I’m gonna pretend I’m not home.”

“Yeah well, she lives like an hour away so I’d feel like an ass if I did that. Don’t think I’ll be talking to her again any time soon though.” He sighs in thought, gently tapping his spoon on the surface of the softening ice cream. There was one thing weighing heavy on his mind, needing to know what important thing you had to talk to him about, wondering if you were actually going to friendship dump him earlier and he had just made it worse by coming over and hanging out like old times. 

He doesn’t want to come right out and ask it though, not wanting to set himself up for an awkward conversation in case that wasn’t what you wanted to talk about, so he settles for something safe enough that would allow him to get a glimpse. 

“So how are things with Hoseok?” Yeah, that’s a good start. 

“Huh?” Your spoon freezes in its spot, face clearly looking confused in the dim glow of the television, the movie long forgotten now that you were speaking. 

“Tinder guy? Yellow sunglasses guy that gave you mono?” 

It suddenly clicks again, having forgotten all about Jung Hoseok the second you had gotten home from the failed date and came to terms with your feelings. Your lie of having a cold must have been believable enough for Jungkook to genuinely think he had given you something like mono. 

“He didn’t give me mono!” Jungkook rolls his eyes with a playful smile, humming along like he totally believes you. “But I didn’t tell you?”

He frowns as he stares at you, not entirely sure how to take your tone. “Tell me what? That you’re engaged and the wedding is in June?”

“No way,” you laugh, swatting his spoon away with a clank as you grab some ice cream before shoving it in your mouth, fighting against the brain freeze to continue speaking. “Our date was a bust.”

“How? Was it that bad?” He desperately wanted to know, having convinced himself the date had gone spectacularly well and you were now an exclusive item. The small twinge of guilt is felt when he realizes he’s a little too happy that the date had been a failure, but he allows himself to have this small, tiny victory. 

“Mm, it was so good it was bad.” He looks utterly confused, and you don’t blame him, so you elaborate. “He was this perfect gentleman who just wanted to play games, like to the point where he had a notebook where he was tallying our points, and then he walked me to my car and kissed my cheek goodbye.”

“Oh the horror!” Jungkook gasps, setting his spoon down to clutch his heart in dramatics. “How dare he try to romance you with a game night.”

“Jungkook, shut up!” you laugh, finally feeling like everything was right again, sitting in bed with your closest friend as you teased each other. “Look, I’ll give him some credit. The date was nice, he was not the sleazy douchebag his profile made him out to be, and I’m sure he’ll find the perfect girl for him on Tinder. But he clearly wanted something serious and—“

“And you don’t want that right now. It’s fair.” Of course you would turn him down, you had just decided to embark on this new adventure in the single world. It was kind of dumb for Jungkook to assume one date with Tinder Boy would be enough for you to give up your short lived dream. 

You take a steady breath at his words before taking another scoop of ice cream, lips wrapped around the spoon as you slowly pull it out of your mouth. The nerves are trickling back in, making your heart skip and your eyes bounce around. If you don’t come out and say it now, you know you never will. 

Your spoon joins his in the tub of ice cream before you decide to move it back to the nightstand, forcing yourself to look back at him, seeing him turned away as he rummages through the plastic bag full of snacks. “I don’t want that with him.”

Jungkook freezes, the rustling of plastic ceases as his hands come back to his sides and he turns back around. With him. He was the king of jumping to worse case scenarios so his brain has no issues coming to this very horrible conclusion. 

“Have you been talking to Hajoon again?”

“No, Jungkook I haven’t.”

“Are you sure? I’m saying this now, but if you get back with him I will not hesitate to pop him in the face if I run into him in the halls. It’s fair game out there, neutral territory for him to get his ass beat—“

“It’s you.”

His brain short circuits at that, mini versions of himself currently running around and screaming in his head as he tries to make sense of this. The first instinct he has is to crack a joke, to say that he hadn’t been talking to Hajoon again, and laugh it off. But you look a little too vulnerable right now, eyes nervously looking at him and then looking away at his lingering silence. 

“Wait, what?” It’s the only thing he can sputter out, caught off guard by your words, not wanting to say anything else in case the world was cruel enough for him to have completely misheard you. 

“I don’t want that with Tinder Boy or Hajoon, I want it with you.” It gets a little easier saying it a second time, but his reaction is hard to gauge. You had been expecting him to reciprocate the confession instantly, but the longer he looked shocked only made you think that you and Seulgi had been seriously wrong about his supposed crush. 

Jungkook is having a difficult time trying to go from you ghosting him to you suddenly admitting to liking him, the change in emotions not allowing him to say anything he had practiced in the mirror for so long. He can’t come out and give you a speech about how he thinks you’re the one, how you’re obviously a good match together, brain too focused on other details. “How long have you known this?”

“For the past two weeks, but deep down I know it’s been longer.”

His wide eyes glance over at you now, everything slowly clicking into place. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Yes,” you mumble, embarrassed over the way you had acted. The last time you had avoided someone was in elementary school, having a best friend go ask your crush if he likes you while you hid in the bathroom, scared of the answer. “I like you Jungkook and I knew I wouldn’t be able to play it cool. I was scared to say something and have you not feel the same and then have our friendship be weird.”

Jungkook smiles in that adorable way you love, nose scrunching up cutely as he leans closer, large palms coming to cup your cheeks. He has wanted to hear this for so long, and sure, maybe it wasn’t some super romantic confession over a candlelit dinner like he had occasionally dreamed of, but this felt right. 

“You’re so stupid,” he whispers out, thumb softly caressing your cheek as he chuckles, feeling the way your lips turn into a frown at his harmless insult. 

“Jungkook, I’m being serious,” you whine, heart still pounding in your chest. Your hands come up to gently wrap around his wrists, allowing him to continue to squish your cheeks with that endearing look on his face. 

“I’m being serious too Y/N. Did you really think I wouldn’t feel the same?” Jungkook did everything he did with you out of pure friendliness, never expecting to get something in return from it, but there was a small sprinkling of a crush in every one of his actions. “I like you too, and I have for a really long time.”

The relief you feel comes instantly, lips slowly pulling into a smile when you finally have the confidence to look directly into his eyes again. If this is how light you feel after the two weeks spent freaking out, you can only imagine how Jungkook feels. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Now, can I please kiss you?” You’re nodding the second the question leaves his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as his hands glide down to cup your jaw, soft lips slowly pressing against yours. It’s a gentle smack of skin as he pulls back, a smirk on his lips when he opens his eyes, softly rubbing his nose against yours. 

“Wait,” he breathes out, chuckling softly. “Is he still looking?” He has the nerve to repeat the same question that had been the root of your guilt, and when your eyes shoot open and glare at him, he can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out. 

“I hate you,” you mutter out, not an ounce of truth behind it. 

“Mm, no you don’t.” 

His lips find yours again, falling into a steady rhythm, softer and less rushed than the first kiss you had shared at the club. There’s no pounding bass in the background, or the taste of liquor on your lips, but Jungkook prefers it this way. He likes the low hum of the movie continuing to play in the background, the sweetness of the ice cream lingering on your lips when his tongue gently swipes at the seam of them, the way your hands slowly slide around his neck as he deepens each kiss. 

With each shared breath, you slide further down your bed, pulling Jungkook down with you until he’s hovering directly above you. His knees dig into the sheets, one hand pressed beside your head to keep himself stable as you urge him even closer to you. The delicate golden chain he wears kisses your skin, pendant settling onto your chest, the cool sensation is almost enough to distract you as his tongue slowly slips into your mouth. Jungkook groans when you let out a small gasp, your fingers slipping into his hair and tugging gently at the strands by the nape of his neck. 

He wants to remember this kiss instead of the one from the club, embed every gasp you let out into his brain, the way your chest pushes up to feel more of him, how your hands slide down his back, leaving a fiery trail in their path that makes Jungkook shiver. And when you slide your thighs further apart for him, innocently at first, he can’t help it when his lips freeze on yours as you slowly roll your hips upwards. It gives him the same automatic reaction he had gotten at the club, all the blood rushing to his cock instantly, except this time he doesn’t feel the shame he had felt before. There was no ulterior motive to what you were doing, sincerity shown in your confession, shared within each kiss, so Jungkook allows himself to bask in the want he feels for you.

“Y/N,” he groans out when you repeat the action, pulling away from your swollen lips to stare at you through hooded eyes. You’re licking your lips over as your eyes slowly open, a small glimmer evident in them as you tilt your head and pretend to not know what you’re doing.

“What?” you question, leaning up to kiss the edge of his mouth, giggling when he attempts to chase your lips as you pull back, choosing to kiss down his jaw instead. As your tongue gently trails along the side of his neck, you feel the harsh gulp he takes, his fingers bunching up in the sheets beside your head. His neck has always been a weak point for him, turning him into a puddle in seconds, you knew this from the unfiltered conversations you’ve had and it was something you were definitely going to be using to your advantage. 

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he grunts, eyes fluttering shut as you nip at his skin, a visible shiver racking through him. 

“Of course I am,” you hum, letting your hands roam his back, sliding around his front until you’re sneaking past the white fabric of his shirt. When your cool hands meet his skin, he tenses, the muscles on his stomach tightening up as your fingertips trail up his body. You’ve known Jungkook was well defined, lean and toned in all the best places, having seen him shirtless a few times. But being able to touch him like this, feel each stuttered breath and jump of his skin reacting to your touch fueled you. 

Jungkook knows you can feel the racing of his heart now, your palms flat on his chest, each thrum revealing his emotions despite the cool and calm exterior he was trying to have. His hips lower towards yours, resisting the urge to rut into you as you start to suck on his skin. The low hum you let out vibrates against his neck, mixed in with the feeling of your wet lips, and he knows he’s done for. The final blow comes in the form of you swiping your tongue at the blossomed hickey, sweet voice pulling him back to earth as you look at him once more. “I want you Jungkook.”

Oh god, he couldn’t do this. His face pulls into a grimace, begging himself to not instantly cum in his pants at what you just said. How many times has he fantasized about this? Hoped you’d beg him for anything in that same exact voice, dreamed of you kissing and sucking on his skin like you currently were. Jungkook isn’t sure any amount of mental preparation would be enough for this. 

“Say that again please.”

You giggle, finger pushing back a strand of his hair as it falls over his face, tucking it behind his ear. The normal doe eyed look you were accustomed to is nowhere to be found, pupils blown out in lust as he stares at you. Being on the receiving end of this stare fills your stomach with butterflies, the flapping of their wings intensifying as he nudges his nose into yours. 

“I want you.” It’s breathless, spoken so softly through the background noise like a personal secret just for him. Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll ever grow tired of hearing you say it, that much is proven true when you repeat it in between kisses, trailing back up his neck in the same path you had taken until you're speaking the words directly against his lips. He swallows them down greedily, groaning into your mouth when his tongue tangles with yours once more. 

“Fuck, you can have me baby.” He chuckles against your mouth when you start to tug at his shirt, yanking the thin material until he has to pull back and slip the tee off himself. The balled fabric gets tossed aside without a care, dark swirls of ink on his arm fully revealed now, each tattoo reminding you of how long you’ve known him, remembering the two pieces that he had when you first met. When he leans back over you, taking his time trailing kisses down your neck, onto your chest until his own hands are slowly tugging your shirt off of you, you decide there’s other things to focus on besides his glorious tattoos.

“Ah, Jungkook,” you sigh, fingers tangling into his hair when he kisses the swells of your breast, warm tongue sliding over your nipple before his lips are wrapping around it. His large palm gropes the other, thumb flicking over the pebbled bud, smirking when you push your chest further out for him.

“What baby?” He pulls back to blow a gust of cool air on your nipple, the wetness of his saliva making your skin break out into goosebumps. 

“No teasing.”

Jungkook’s laughing now, eyes peering up at you through his lashes. “Oh, you think I’m not gonna tease you after what you did?” He tsks in disapproval as he continues to kiss down your torso, letting his hands trail down your sides, not stopping until he reaches the hem of your shorts. A kiss is placed above your navel as he pulls the shorts down your legs, toying with the waistband of your black underwear. “I’m gonna take my time with you.”

The build up before pleasure will always be your favorite part. The way his hands grip your thighs after tugging your underwear off, fingertips trailing up until his palm is pressing them further apart. It’s impossible to look at him now, the visual of his long hair framing his face as he starts to press wet kisses on your skin is too much to handle. You can feel the warm huff of air when he laughs as your head drops back onto the pillow once more, eyes slipping shut while you wait with anticipation. 

Jungkook wants to comment over how wet you are already, boost his own ego about being able to rile you up with just kissing, but he can see the way you’re already on edge, and he decides he can tease you some more later with what he has in store. Instead, he gives you what you’re mentally pleading him for. Finally pressing his soft lips to your folds, the short gasp you release as his tongue glides up before gently flicking across your clit has him shutting his own eyes, reveling in the way you react to his touch. 

His long fingers spread out your folds before he’s messily spitting onto them, watching the way the glob of saliva trickles down before he’s diving in, falling into the perfect pace with ease. It has your hips rutting up instantly, your hand uncurling its grip from your sheets to travel down your body and find its place tangled in his hair. Jungkook groans against your clit when your fingers grip tightly, yanking the dark strands as the prettiest moan flows out of you. 

“J-just like that, fuck,” you whimper, finally lifting your head up to stare down at him when he latches his lips around your clit and sucks. It sends a spark down your spine, stomach tensing at his rhythm, fully intent to have you fall apart. 

Jungkook wants to push you over the edge, knows he’s talented enough to get you there in record time—he was cocky in the best way—and the way your thighs tremble as he slowly sinks his finger into you proves his point. The slick coating your entrance allows a second finger to slip through with little resistance, a shuddering breath filling the air as he begins to spread his fingers apart, stretching you out in the most delicious way. 

It’s not until his fingers curl up, rubbing along the sweet patch inside of you and you moan out his name, that he realizes he has you right where he wants you. He can’t get himself to look up at you, to see the way your jaw drops as you plead for more. Jungkook knows if his eyes lock with yours too soon he’ll be too weak to be as cruel as he wants to be. 

The pleasure blooms inside you, hips rolling up into his in a way he welcomes, smirk spreading onto his lips when your moans get breathier. He eats you out with determination set in his brows, not satisfied until you’re tightening around his fingers, thighs threatening to close in on either side of his head. The messy way he slurps against you sends you reeling, rutting up into him with need, the wet thump of his fingers blending in with your moans of his name. 

“God, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum.” He believes you, eyes finally opening up to stare at you. The visual is enough to make his cock throb in his pants, your glassy eyed stare locked onto his, chest rising and falling in time with each choked breath. When he playfully winks at you, your walls pulse around him, seconds away from being pushed over the edge, and that’s when he pulls away. 

The warm glow of your orgasm approaching, just about to crest, gets ripped away from you instantly. It makes you gasp, thighs twitching as your hips attempt to push up back towards his mouth, but he’s having none of that. His shiny lips smile up at you innocently, head tilted to slowly kiss your trembling thighs, chuckling at the small cry of frustration you let out. 

“You taste good baby,” he hums, smooching the skin at the juncture of your thighs, circling around your clit without relieving the pressure you felt. The dull ache has your fingers releasing his hair in defeat, a frown etched onto your lips. 

“Jungkook, that’s mean,” you pant, sitting up and resting on your elbows to properly stare at him. 

“A little, but you deserved it don’t you think?” Jungkook didn’t want to tease you too much, he just wanted to get even for the past two weeks. “You could have had me between your thighs every single night if you would’ve said something soon, so I think you can be patient.”

A firm kiss is pressed to your swollen clit and it makes your whole body shudder, your head dropping back as you take a deep breath to control yourself. “I can’t be patient Kook,” you whine, head leveling back out to give him the most convincing stare you can muster. There's that crease between your brows that he likes when you pinch them together, hands gently raking through his hair, teeth pillowing out your lower lip as you bite down onto it. 

“Please, you can torture me later if you want but not now.” Your words have him cocking up his brow, hands once again gripping the meat of your thighs before he crawls back up your body. The feeling of his chain dragging up your skin has you shivering, breath catching in your throat when he hovers inches above you once more. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before his hand slips between your thighs again. A groan reaches his ears as his fingers circle your clit, covered in your arousal and his saliva, gliding with ease as he works you back to your ruined orgasm. 

His lips find yours, swallowing down the moan you let out when he quickens his pace. You can taste yourself on his tongue, tangling with yours with more urgency than before, messy and desperate in a way that had more arousal gushing out of you. The earlier pleasure reignites inside you, your hands sliding around his neck to keep him close, kissing him with fervor, quiet moans and whimpers slipping past between each smack of your lips. 

“Jungkook,” you barely manage to squeal, a few more flicks needed to finally push you over the edge. Your lips are slick with spit as you pull back, jaw slack as you lose yourself in the feeling, and Jungkook easily bookmarks this into his brain to go back to and daydream of whenever he’s bored at work. Your eyes are squeezed shut as the feeling flows through you, not able to see how Jungkook stares at you in awe. 

“Holy shit,” he whispers, slowly pulling his hand away when you keen at the sensitivity, thighs twitching on the sheets as the pleasure rolls through you in waves. You’re looking up just in time to see him slip his messy fingers into his mouth, tongue licking them clean and savoring the taste of you. Just as he slides them back out, your fingers wrap around his wrist and lead them directly into your mouth, sinking onto them with your eyes locked on his own. 

Jungkook’s cock jumps in its confines when you suck, tip of your tongue circling his fingertips before popping them back out with a smirk. There’s a brief moment of shock on his features before he’s jumping into action, quickly unbuttoning his jeans in haste that left you giggling on your sheets. 

“What happened to patience?” you tease, laughing harder when he pauses with one foot stuck in the hole of his jeans, a playful glare thrown your way. 

“Oh, now you want patience?” He kicks his pants the rest of the way off, slowly shuffling towards you as he stands beside the bed in just his boxers. Your hands make grabby motions for him, reaching for the waistband of his underwear to tug them down, licking your lips over as his cock springs out. It bobs in the air for a second, thick and heavy, precum collecting at the tip with the prettiest veins on the underside of it. Of course Jungkook and his pretty privilege would have a dick worthy of leaving you speechless. 

Jungkook allows you to ogle at him, confidently wrapping his palm around the base of his cock, hissing slightly at the sensation as he looks down at it, allowing spit to accumulate behind his lips before a string of it escapes and lands right onto his length to help the glide of his palm. Your eyes widen at the sight, hand replacing his as he guides your motions, giving an experimental squeeze and enjoying how his abs tense up. 

“I’ve been patient for a long time Y/N. You said you want me right?” You’re nodding instantly, eyes looking away from his shiny length to stare up at him. “How do you want me?”

“Jungkook, just get over here.” He doesn’t resist when you let go of his cock, hands gripping his arm to yank him back onto the bed in a clumsy heap. His legs are a tangled mess, nearly ramming his forehead with yours from the force, shared laughter filling the air as you situate yourself. Jungkook had pictured this a thousand times and this is exactly how he imagined it, full of soft kisses, hushed laughter and goofy smiles, playfulness mixed in with lust all coming together perfectly to make the two of you. 

As he settles between your thighs, your sodden folds inches from his length, you can see the look on his face as his eyes glance in between both of your nightstands. Already knowing the question that was about to spill out, you beat him to the punch. “You don’t need one, if you don’t want to. I’m on birth control, and haven’t been with anyone since…” you trail off, not needing to specify.

Jungkook tries not to look too excited, really, but it’s hard. Every one of his lewd fantasies had involved being able to feel you entirely, and if your thoughts from that night were anything to go by, you definitely want the same. It takes him a second to speak, having to swallow properly to prevent himself from choking on his saliva and embarrassing himself in front of you. “I’m clean, I promise.”

“I trust you,” you smile, biting down onto your bottom lip as he fists his cock, slowly leading it to your dripping center. His free hand rests on your inner thigh, softly palming the skin as the head of his cock nudges against your entrance, pushing past the tight ring of muscles and into your heat. With his gaze locked down to where you connect, he sees inch by inch sink into you, finally bottoming out with a shared gasp.

Jungkook leans over you properly now, hand sliding up to lace with yours as the other rests beside your head, just taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of your velvety walls wrapped tightly around his cock. You welcome the stretch, the curve of his length inside you, how he cages you in with his body, eyes full of want staring directly at you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze because he knows he can’t properly form a sentence right now. 

“Fuck me, please.” With his hips pressed flush against yours, he’s slowly inching back, letting you get used to his size with each thrust. It doesn’t take long before he’s rearing back entirely, thrusting forward with a wet squelch, corner of his lips curling up into a smirk when you moan out his name. Your hand curls around his shoulder, fingers digging into his back to keep yourself steady from the force of his hips. 

Each time the head of his cock would nudge against your bundle of nerves, your nails would sink into his skin, leaving half moon indents that left him groaning in pleasure. Jungkook hadn’t outright told you, but it had become increasingly obvious that he has a slight kink for pain, practically mewling above you as you scratch his back, fucking you with more determination than before. 

“You feel so good,” he rasps, slotting his lips with yours in a messy kiss. The back of your headboard starts to rattle against the wall, bouncing back in time with his hips, and it brings you back to the filthy thoughts you had before. How often you’d hear the same sounds on the opposite side, mixing in with the sharpness of skin connecting together, and you want it. So badly.

“J-jungkook,” you breathe out, letting him pepper more kisses onto you, hips never slowing down. “Can you do something for me?” The tone you use, coated in sugar so sweet he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.

“Anything.”

It’s hard to concentrate on anything else while his cock continues to fuck into you, turning your mind into mush each time he sunk all the way in. He can see the way you try to focus, eyes falling shut with the cutest pout on your kiss swollen lips, finally grabbing onto the reigns of your mind as you spit it out. “Wanna feel you—fuck—spank me, please.”

Only then do his hips slow down, cock throbbing inside of you, fighting the urge to cum before fulfilling your request. The only confirmation that he was agreeing, wholeheartedly, comes when he pulls out of you, moving too quickly for you to protest at the loss of contact. The room spins for a second as his hands grip onto your hips and flip you over with ease, palms gripping the globes of your ass and softly patting them with a chuckle.

“Of course baby,” he murmurs, hooking his arm underneath your stomach to haul you up onto your knees, allowing you to steady yourself before he’s sliding into you once again. The change in position has you keening, his cock sinking deeper than before, the wetness dripping out of you helping him maintain the earlier pace he had. Your hands fist the sheets beneath you, back arching in ecstasy as he hits your g-spot with precision, a tiny shriek of his name making him smile.

Jungkook keeps you on edge, strong hands gripping the skin of your hips tightly, mouth dropping open while he pants at the way you pulse around his cock, leaving it coated in your slick. His hand slides down to your ass, a gentle touch being your only warning before he’s pulling his hand back and delivering a swift slap to your skin. Your reaction is immediate, an unrestrained moan sounding like music to his ears. The sharp sting spreads directly to your core, your head bowing forward as you mentally beg him for more, your wish being granted seconds later when he repeats it on the other side.

If the wet sounds of his cock fucking you weren’t filthy enough, the added slap of his palm across your ass definitely topped it off. Jungkook had never seen you so needy, thighs coated in your arousal, gushing around him each time he spanked you until you were creaming his cock. The greedy way your walls suck him in, wanting him closer, deeper than ever, left him mesmerized. 

His hand soothes the dull throb on your skin, a trembling breath reaching his ears as he leans over your back, lips kissing up your spine up until reaching your shoulder. Hot pants of breath hit your skin, making you shiver as his lips trail along the edge of your ear. “Feel good?”

“Y-yes,” you mewl, voice trembling from the pleasure, rutting your hips in time with his. 

Jungkook’s way of love was a breath of fresh air for you, rough enough to exhilarate you, the force of his hips leaving you scrambling for purchase to prevent you from face planting onto the sheets, gripping onto your hair and tugging it back with enough force to make your body tingle. But it was intertwined with adoration, sweet praise whispered into your ear, lacing his fingers with yours to let you feel secure.

“You’re never getting rid of me baby,” he groans out. The low rasp in his voice makes you tremble, neck straining from his grip in your hair but the burn feels too good to pull away. His small confession has your heart skipping, eyes slipping shut to bask in the overwhelming feeling surrounding you.

“Good,” you manage to pant, “would never dream of it.” After four years of friendship, the beginning stages of getting to know each other, figuring out the right ways to flow with your different personalities, it's all out of the way now, so it’s incredibly easy for you to picture a steady future with him. The breakfast gossiping, shameless club outings, chaotic game nights with snacks thrown at each other, you want everything you already have with him and more. What you have, so rooted in sincerity, built off mutual respect for each other, blossoming into love so pure, you can’t imagine having this with anyone else.

“Y/N,” he gasps, the pulsing of your walls bringing him closer to his climax. “I’m close.”

You can only hum in agreement, burying your face into your pillow when he releases the grip he has in your hair, nipples rubbing against the sheets in time with his thrusts, the sensitivity sending sparks throughout you. Both his hands grip your hips again, dimpling the skin as he quickens his pace, the tantalizing roll of his hips intent to send you over before him. His eyes trail over the curve of your back, how you arch it further to feel more of him, sliding down to your ass, seeing the way it bounces back with each snap of his hips, how you weakly rut back onto him, pussy clamping around his length as your orgasm approached. 

Jungkook slides his hand around you, trailing across your tummy before slipping between your thighs to the spot you needed him most. Even with your face buried in the sheets, the moan you let out is loud enough for Jungkook to hear perfectly, body shuddering as he flicks across your clit in tight circles.  

“Kook, I’m cumming—fuck,” you shout out, white heat enveloping your body as you get sent over the edge. Your mind blanks for a minute, the intensity of your orgasm crashing over you so suddenly, making your limbs tense up while every nerve ending lights up. The only thing you can think of is him, chanting out your name while you pulse around him, sweet words coaxing you through your high, thumb rubbing along the skin of your hips as he never slows his pace. 

As he fucks you through it, groaning out at how tight your walls are around him, you have to turn your head to gasp in a breath, face feeling hot from it all. You can feel how sweaty your skin has become, the back of your neck feeling sticky as your turn to get a glimpse of him, body still shuddering from the aftershocks. 

Jungkook doesn’t have a care for his own volume now, moaning unabashedly as he pistons his hips into you with less grace than before. The soft mewls of overstimulation you let out just bring him closer to his release, thrusts getting sloppier as the pleasure takes over him. 

“Fuck, baby-” he grunts out, mouth dropping open as he moans even louder, finally falling apart. He pushes further into you, head falling forward as his hips press flushed against your ass, warm spurts of his cum filling you up in a way that fulfills your dirtiest fantasies. A few more shallow thrusts has the two of you gasping, hearts pounding in your chests, coming down slowly as he finally stills.

A serene silence falls over you, the movie long turned off in the background, only the low glow of the television letting you know it was still on. With great hesitation, Jungkook finally pulls out of you, gulping when he sees the thick globs of cum spill from your core, dripping down your thighs before landing on the sheets in a sinful mess. Your sheets are well and truly ruined, Jungkook would honestly suggest tossing them in the trash judging by the damp spot directly beneath you.

With a small groan, you’re flopping fully onto your stomach, thighs no longer able to keep yourself up, the exhaustion creeping up on you. Jungkook chuckles when he hears you, soothing your back with a gentle massage. “You’re not sleeping in here babe.”

“Why not,” you slur, cheek pressed against your pillow, eyes already shut. All you wanted to do was lay here, preferably with his arms wrapped around you, but Jungkook clearly has other plans. 

“Because it’s disgusting,” he laughs, giving you a few more seconds of rest before he’s moving around. The dip in the bed lets you know he’s gotten off, one eye peeking open to search for him, seeing him gathering his belongings from the floor.

“Where are you going?”

He shimmies back into his clothes with a grimace, gathering your own items before approaching you once more. “We are going next door and sleeping in my totally clean bed, c’mon.”

You only put up a fight for a second, secretly enjoying the way he helps you get dressed in your earlier clothes, heart swelling in your chest at how domestic it all feels. The mess in your room would have to be dealt with another day, the only important item being the ice cream that finds its way back into the freezer as you both head out of your apartment and swiftly enter his next door.

He’s just as delicate and careful in the shower, taking turns cleaning each other, large hands gripping your ass and giggling like a child when you wince at the small throb of pain you feel. Soft kisses are shared under the showerhead, warm water soothing your body as the room fogs up, sweet confessions scribbled on the glass in his messy writing, topped off with a heart. Jungkook stops you before you can wipe it away, shyly telling you that he’d like to see it reappear the next time he showers.

His bedroom was one you weren’t too familiar with, used to lounging in his living room the most, so as he settles into his bed after getting cozy in his pajamas, you wait for him to call you over before joining him. The coolness of his sheets has you sighing, snuggling into his side with a smile on your lips, one that Jungkook sees as he stares down at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Seeing you draped in his clothes, cuddled up beside him in a way you’ve never done before, makes him feel like a giddy teenager. 

“Can I be honest?” he wonders, arm wrapping around you to pull you even closer to him. When you hum in confirmation, he laughs sheepishly. “I thought you were going to friendship dump me today.”

“What, why?”

Your head bobs up as he shrugs his shoulders. “The way you were acting reminded me of the last time you told me you wanted to focus on your relationship. I was just scared I was going to lose you again.”

The tone he uses makes your heart ache, the same guilt you felt these past few days coming back when you put yourself in his shoes. You had no idea that the way you were acting would affect him this way, never once imagining that he thought you would cut off this friendship while you were just coming to terms with the fact that you harbored strong feelings for him. 

“Jungkook, I’m sorry,” you sigh, palm resting on his chest, feeling each beat of his heart, no longer racing like before, confident and steady in it’s pace because he knows you’re not going anywhere. “I’m stupid, and freaked out after what I did, and just needed to gather my thoughts before saying anything.”

He cranes his head away from you, a confused look on his face. “After what you did? What did you do?”

Fuck.

“Uhm,” you start with a strained laugh, refusing to look up at him out of embarrassment, but the truth has to come out so you power through it.  “So, the night of the date, I sort of got home earlier than I told you I did.”

His eyes narrow at you, refusing to give anything away before he knew where this was going. “Okay, go on.”

“And I sort of heard you through the walls.” You look up at him now, your guilty stare spelling it out for him. His eyes widen before he can conceal his surprise, cheeks warming up instantly because oh boy, he knew exactly where this was going. “And then, I sort of...joined.”

“You lied to me!” he shouts, shocked smile on his face as he recalls the way you had replied to his texts, telling him you had just gotten home and going the extra mile to say you were in a totally different room when in reality, you were sprawled out in your bed after just getting off to the sound of him.

Filthy. And also kind of hot. Jungkook was definitely into that, something he’ll totally proposition you into doing again because why not.  

“I know! I couldn’t help it, it was so hot, and I felt so guilty. But, you’re technically the reason why my orgasm gave me my epiphany and let me realize I really do like you. So, I think I did us both a favor by being a dirty liar.” He’s laughing instantly, fingers gripping your cheeks to turn your head up, planting a firm kiss onto your lips obnoxiously.

“Alright, you’re forgiven. Plus, consider us even because I have definitely heard you getting off on your own plenty of times too.” A squeal of surprise fills the air as you swat at his chest, burying your face into his shirt and feeling the rumble of his laughter. It really wasn’t ever intentional. The walls are thin, you weren’t exactly quiet, and he couldn’t just lay there and ignore it. So call him an opportunist, or a pervert, because you were one too. 

Jungkook is cheeky though, knowing how to get under your skin in the best way, and you can already tell you’re in for a ride when he gets close to your ear and whispers, “You wanna show me how you did it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you snort, peering up at him with mischief in your eyes.

“You did say I could torture you later.” He smiles innocently, fingers pinching your chin as he kisses you again. “It’s later.”

The sweet laughter that escapes you makes his heart skip a beat, still not able to come to terms that this was happening and wasn’t some dream of his that he’d wake up from. He kisses the tops of your cheeks first, then your nose, before reaching your lips, his hand gently caressing your skin. Jungkook had no intention of torturing you tonight, knowing how tired you typically were after work on a normal day, and after drawing two orgasms out of you that left you shaking, he knows how close you are to sleep with the way your eyes droop. 

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t give up on crushes and love?” he mumbles against your lips, inching back to stare down at you. 

“I’m glad I stopped looking for it in the wrong places.” Your hands wrap around his neck, toying with his hair before pulling him back to you, reattaching your lips because you just couldn’t seem to get enough of him. 

Every single moment you shared, from moving in and awkwardly trying to get to know each other, the ups and downs of failed relationships, the push that started it all at the club, and every almost moment in between brought you full circle to right now. There probably won’t be a moment where you don’t wish you had done this sooner, worked past your worry of ruining a good friendship in fear of what could happen, but the past helped mold you into who you are, strengthening your relationship to be the way it is now.

Right now had you thinking of the future, and there was nothing more exciting than that.

[juyeoniemyhoney]

can this morning never end

Namjoon is the most beautiful human being to ever walk the earth. It is natural that you have a crush on him. You expect that eventually, your feelings will die out but then, you find yourself squealing uncontrollably outside of the library that you and Namjoon had agreed to meet at for your pair-work assignment. You have always watched Namjoon from afar. It surprises you when you find out that Namjoon has been observing you too. Well, there’s a first for everything. 

-pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

-genre: FLUFF, a lil bit of angst, high school/secondary school au (where i live high school is called secondary school;-;)

-warnings: vulgarities, pretty self-depreciating writing if im gonna be honest so be weary, Namjoon is a little bit of a simp for oc in this one, the ending is lowkey shit rip im sorry

-word count: 3208 words

-A/N: hi hi im back, this time with a Namjoon fic. i havent been writing a lot because im so preoccupied with my exams. in all honesty, i shouldnt be writing at all but i have absolutely no sense of self control, so i wrote this. it’s not my best but i really like how joon’s so soft in this so i decided to post it anyway. don’t be afraid to tell me how you liked (or didnt like) this imagine! and requests are open! hope you enjoy this one:)

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As you approach the entrance of the library, your heart starts beating a mile a minute.

You stall outside the automatic sliding doors, mind racing with a million scenarios. You freak out a little and silently squeal, earning you disapproving frowns and judging eyes from passers-by. But you don't care. You've waited a whole week for today.

A week ago, during English class, you were busy writing instead of paying attention, as usual, when your teacher had given the class the assignment to write a scenario, of any genre but it had to contain the writer's techniques she had taught in class. And she made the whole class pair up. You, too lost in the world of fanfiction, had not been listening and frankly, you didn't really care, passing her words off as just more homework.

The next thing you knew, Kim Namjoon had turned around in his chair, calling your name in that deep, gravelly voice. At the sound of his voice, your head immediately shot up, eyes wide in surprise.

"Do you want to partner up?" he had asked, lips slinging into an easy grin, eyes curling up and that goddamned dimple making itself made known on his left cheek. He patiently waited for your answer, eyes periodically glancing down to your desk that was in disarray, pieces of paper containing your words messily covering every corner of your desk. You pray that he didn't catch a peep of your (admittedly) cringeworthy fanfic as you tried to subtly gather the papers before he could read too much.

"Um, partner up for what?" you questioned, confused, head tilting ever so slightly to the right in question, brows furrowed in misunderstanding. He mirrored your actions and your heart had unwontedly skipped a beat. A beat of silence passed, "For the assignment?"

Before you could ask what assignment?, your teacher had interrupted your conversation with a satisfied clap and a smile. "Alright, I assume you have all found your partners. I'll give you time to work on your assignment right now. Remember that planning is the most important stage of writing. Do approach me if you have any questions."

Namjoon had turned back to you with a wry grin that looked a tad bit awkward, saying, "Well, I guess we're partners now."

Which is how you find yourself freaking the fuck out in front of a library on a Saturday morning, mind racing with different, absurd scenarios and outcomes of this meeting. You decide to take another minute to compose yourself.

You wouldn't say that you like Namjoon per se. You just think he is the most handsome man to walk on this godforsaken planet. But seriously, that man is far too beautiful to be real. From the first time you met him til now, you have no doubt that that man is a celestial being, gifted to the world from the gods, purely to cleanse the eyes of us, mere mortals. To make matters worse, he is smart too; of a wisdom thousands of years beyond his age. You still can't believe you've had the god-given opportunity to meet someone like him.

Okay so, maybe you kind of like him a lot, more than you let on, but you're not really sure if you like him because he's Namjoon or if it's because you are lovelorn, touch deprived, or both.

You reckon it has taken more than a minute to compose yourself because by the time you snap out of your daze, you are five minutes late when you had actually arrived five minutes earlier than the agreed timing. You sigh and finally walk through the doors that welcome you into the cooling library, cold blasts from the air conditioning cooling down the fierce blush that had taken refuge on your cheeks.

You immediately proceed to find a seat but Namjoon texts you, telling you that he's already a step ahead of you, having secured a seat in a room with tables on the second floor.

When you reach the second floor, and make your way towards the rooms, you can see Namjoon through the glass walls, sitting down and silently reading a book as he waits for you. The closer you draw to the room, the faster your heart pounds in your chest. The sound is deafening and distracting and you don't even realise how fast you had walked until you are finally knocking on the glass door, sending Namjoon a small smile when he looks up at you.

"Hi, Y/N," he greets, smile widening into a grin so wide that it hides his eyes. Your heart stops but you hide it with a small smile as you settle down your things and yourself opposite him.

"So, what genre did you want to write about," he asks as you take a pen and a piece of paper out from your bag. You freeze when your brain registers his sentence. "The assignment is to write a story?"

Namjoon stares at you wordlessly for a while, speechless that it's been a week and you still don't know what the fucking assignment is. You, however, have no idea that he is thinking about how stupid you are and happily stare back at him, taking in his mono lidded, almond-shaped eyes and the dark brown of his irises. His nose bridge is straight and the tip of his nose is a little flat, like a koala. You have never wanted to boop a nose so bad in your entire life.

"Yeah, that's the assignment," he responds patiently, giving you a gentle smile. You can't help but feel that it seems a little tight and forced, like he is regretting asking you be his partner, and regretting that he didn't have enough time to reconsider. You ignore the feeling of dejection that slowly bubbles up inside of you.

"I thought that it'd be easiest to write romance since you're so well versed in that.". You freeze. Time seems to have stopped and your ears refuse to register the rest of what Namjoon is saying, tuning everything out but your deafening thoughts. You have to remind yourself to breathe.

"You know that I write?" you interrupt Namjoon. He stops and fixes you a look of confusion, like it is so obvious that you write. It's not that you've been trying to keep it a secret. The thing is, for most of your stories, Namjoon is the main male character. In most of your stories, you have described every single part of him in excruciating detail, his eyes and lips especially. When your friends had first read your stories with Namjoon as the male protagonist, they had caught on quickly, almost immediately asking you if you were describing Namjoon because of how well you had described him. A bad feeling washes over you.

"Yeah, you're always scribbling away during English so I got curious and asked a few of your classmates," he responds, flashing you another lopsided smile. If this were any other situation, your heart would have been absolutely eliminated because of that smile but in this situation, all you can think about is if he's read any of your work. Because if he has, you're done for.

"What did my classmates say?" you question hesitantly, still deciding if you want to know his answer.

"Well they said that you've been writing since forever. They also said that a lot of people know that you write. Oh, and they also said that you had some published works so I went to check them out—" Namjoon's voice fades out as he continues to talk.

This is it.

It's the end of your social life. Namjoon is going to tell his loud ass group of friends that you write stalker-esque stories about him and then one of his friends is going to accidentally tell their girlfriend and then the girlfriend is going to spread it across the school and you'll be known as the loser who writes creepy stalker stories about Namjoon—

"It was amazing," you hear Namjoon say in between your mild quarter-life crisis. You pause and look him square in the eye. You want to come off as serious but you falter slightly when Namjoon stares back at you, irises a whirlpool of dark brown and glittering fascination, a swirling vortex that draws you in with a vicious intent of drowning.

"Yes?" Namjoon questions you after a beat of silence passes. You want to ask him if he knows that he is reading about himself but you stop yourself. "You like my stories?" you ask instead, feeling a tad bit shy now that you've realised that Namjoon likes what you write about him.

He lets out a small laugh, "Is it that hard to believe that I like what you write?"

"I was just surprised." He flashes you another wide grin and there it is, those cursed dimples show themselves again, grinning tauntingly at you and your heart commits the highest act of treason when it starts to beat faster. You gulp.

"You shouldn't be surprised. It was really good. I really liked it when you described the male character. It felt like I was looking at him myself. That's why I asked you to be my partner. I'm sure with your talents, we can get a really good mark on this assignment."

Your heart thuds a little faster when Namjoon tells you that his favourite part was reading about how you described him. But it falls to your stomach when he tells you that he picked you solely for your supposed talents. You don't know why, but a part of you had thought that maybe Namjoon wanted to get to know you better, and was using this assignment as an excuse. You thought that it was finally happening, someone you like has finally noticed you. But it looks like you thought wrong.

"Thank you," you say meekly, flashing him a half-hearted smile that you're sure he notices from the way he stiffens. "So, you said that you thought that romance would be a good genre, but what do you want to write about?"

Namjoon is silent for a while, lips pursed in ponder. You wait patiently for his answer.

"Well, I thought that I'd wanted to write romance too," he answers flashing you an awkward smile. The silence that follows is palpable and suddenly, you feel so very exhausted. "Well then, that's settled. Now we just have to think of a situation."

"How about this one?" Namjoon asks immediately after you finish your sentence. He says it rather suddenly and it startles you a little. You can't help but hear a certain extent of desperation in this voice. He wants to get this over with, you tell yourself.

"How do you mean?"

"Kinda like us now," he starts but stops to think about what to say next. You remain silent. "We should just write about us but make it a love story. For example, the two main characters are supposed to do a project together so they meet at a library," he pauses to gesture to the shelves surrounding the both of you.

"Then they start working on the project and they start talking. Then, somehow, the boy confesses to her. And the girl tells him she's always felt the same way. We can come up with how he confesses since I myself haven't come up with that yet," he continues, softening the last part of his sentence into a mumble that you barely hear, but still do. You pause. What the fuck?

"What did you say? I didn't hear you," you ask against your better judgement, curiosity getting the best of you. "Huh? Oh, it was nothing."

A furious blush begins to spread on the apples of Namjoon's cheeks, and for some reason, your body begins to mirror him, heart pumping hot blood to the blood vessels that lay beneath the skin of your cheeks. Namjoon shyly directs his gaze to his lap, dark brown bangs, the colour of his eyes, coming down in luxurious curls and waves to hide his eyes. You can't help but think that you like to see Namjoon like this; soft and shy and vulnerable because he is usually so confident and suave. It feels like he is showing a new side of himself to you, like he is peeling back the layers of masks and personas he has built until he is left raw and natural, allowing you to see everything that he is. The thought of that leaves you feeling winded because it is exactly what you want. And suddenly, you don't feel bashful or shy because of his words. Instead, you are determined, hellbent on making something out of this and you hope with your whole being that it is a relationship.

You are about to say something, to question him, bombard him until he is spilling his feelings in fumbled words and sentences of desperation and want, clawing at you until you too, are raw and vulnerable. But he beats you to it, speaking in a soft, hushed tone, as if you are a stern silence that he is afraid of interrupting.

"I think you're amazing, Y/N. What do you think of me?"

He stares meekly at his lap, too afraid to even spare you a glance. You remain silent, building his desperation like you are some professional flirt. In all honesty, you really just want to tell him you like him too but you're just so scared. The evidence that he at least feels something for you is right in front of you and yet your brain rejects it like a vending machine rejects a bill, walls built far too high and thick that words are no longer enough to convince you. He has to show you. And you think he knows that too.

Namjoon's head shoots up to stare you in the eyes, a new found determination and confidence burning in his eyes. The way the light finds his dark brown irises makes your heart do a million somersaults. They light up and turn into a golden brown you can't help but compare to a sweet, caramel syrup that coats your tongue in golden, sugary gratification. You swallow so hard, you feel the sides of your throat rub together painfully. 

"I think you're freaking amazing, Y/N. Every time I look at you, I always want to make myself better. For you. I want to become the best version of myself in hopes that it'll satisfy you and garner your attention. And I really like that you do what makes you happy. I absolutely love it when you write in English because you're always so focused and serious, plus, you make that really cute face when you're concentrating and it always makes my heart beat a little faster and it makes me hate that I sit in front of you because I have to keep finding stupid reasons to turn around just to look at you and I just think you're the most amazing, admirable, lovable person ever," Namjoon lets out. His words are rushed and desperate and you melt like goddamn candle wax.

"I'm— Wow, I'm— thank you, Namjoon. That really means a lot to me," you stutter, not really knowing what to say at first but finding your words soon enough. "Oh, and I feel the same way," you add, somehow missing the main point of your response. It doesn't matter anyway. He knows now. That's all that matters.

"Wait, really?"

You let out a laugh. "Yeah, Namjoon. Is it that hard to believe that I like you too?" you reply, a homage to your previous conversation.

Namjoon smiles a small smile, then it widens, and widens, and widens, until he is flashing you a blinding grin that could outright beat the glare of sunlight. "You said that you like me," he points out, eyes shining.

It is your turn to blush in embarrassment, cheeks feeling hot as you begin to sink into yourself, hair falling from behind your shoulders to hopefully make itself useful as a curtain to shield your red face from Namjoon. Something in Namjoon's chest begins to splinter at the sight. He is so very tempted to pull out his phone and snap a picture of you but he holds himself back at the thought that he is positive he has many more chances to do so. His ribs nearly break in half because of how hard his heart beats.

"It's a good thing that I like you too," he says gently, smile now gentle instead of blinding. "Also, we have a plot now!" he exclaims in excitement as he slides the pen and paper closer to himself, ready to start on your assignment.

"Wait."

"Yeah?"

"So, we're, are we? You know... Um, dating now?"

Namjoon's eyes widen in horror and he deflates himself, a disappointed frown pulling his eyebrows together at the centre and turning the corners of his lips down. "Shit, I'm sorry I didn't ask— I just assumed—" he cuts himself off, clearing his throat dramatically.

"Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?" he asks. Somehow, he still feels nervous even though he knows that you answer is a resounding, "Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend."

Namjoon lets out the breath he didn't even know he was holding and it comes out in a relieved sigh. "Thank God because if not our story would have a horrible ending," Namjoon comments, picking the pen back up and clicking it open.

"Let's write that," you cut in before he can say anything else. "Write a sad love story?"

Namjoon is going to tell you no, to completely disapprove of your idea because writing a sad love story is one thing but writing a sad love story that will be handed up to your teacher for her to grade is another thing. But then, he sees your eyes glisten in determination and he dispels his thoughts immediately, folding into himself like a goddamn lawn chair. He can't believe he was just about to say no to you. What the fuck is wrong with him?

"Please? I'm better at writing angst. Plus, we have a happy ending and that's all that matters," you press, trying to convince him. You don't have a real reason other than the fact that you write angst better. You also don't really know why you want to write angst right now when you feel as if you could fly. But it doesn't matter. None of it matters anymore. Namjoon is your's now. 

Namjoon flashes you a dimpled smile, eyes curling up and glittering with mirth and unadulterated belief in you. You can't help but think that you want him to never stop smiling like that, looking at you like you are some sort of celestial being, hailed from the sky solely to bring him every sort of merriment known to mankind and the heavens. The thought of him thinking of you like that scares you, because you are always afraid of not being enough. But Namjoon diminishes all of your worries with a short sentence, manhandling them by the throat and shoving them off a cliff.

"Okay, I believe in you."

[beaufortswan42]

The Forks P. 2

Edythe’s POV

“OMG! noooo way! This is so funny!” Archie surprisingly gasped as he concentrated on his vision.

“What happened archie?” I quickly asked with curiosity, already trying to read his thoughts. We were sitting at our usual table during lunch, just a normal day at forks high school. Well...as normal as it could be.

“Yeah, spill the goods arch, you know some of us won’t know until you actually say it out loud.” Eleanor exclaimed as the bell rang.

“Change of plans for Friday ladies and royal. You guys can go hunting without me I’m definitely coming to the talent show.” Archie excitingly said as he walked away to class, singing a Wheatus song that I forgot the name of.

“Hey arch wait, I wanna know what you saw. Did you see Edythe hooking up with the new kid?!” Eleanor snickered as she taunted me with a not so innocent expression on her face. I kindly returned the favor with a not so lady like hand gesture.

As impatient as I am I immediately tried reading his thoughts but strangely enough he was reciting the balcony scene of Romeo and Juliet in Spanish. Anytime Archie blocks his thoughts is to hide something from me. I tried focusing on him again but another student’s thoughts interfered with my spy mission of archie’s vision.

I hope he says yes we desperately need him...and hopefully it’ll be the perfect excuse to spend some alone time after it’s over. “Come on beau we really need you!” McKayla Newton was saying as she walked along side beau towards bio class. I could see from McKayla’s mind how red splotches started forming on beau’s beautiful face as he tried to walk away from her.

“Oh no no, there’s no way you can convince me to do that. There’s no way in hell im going to go up on that stage in front of the whole school...” beau loudly exclaimed as he leaned towards the lockers outside of our class.

What is it that this bi- person is begging beau to do for her? I couldn’t help but feel annoyed at how territorial and pushy she was being when it came it to beau. Ever since she found out the outcome of my conversation with beau (which I’m sure she eavesdropped on) from a few weeks ago she’s been practically throwing herself at beau like some kind of wench. I focused myself and read McKayla’s mind as her thoughts of the school talent show and her band popped up.

What?! No way!

I was flabbergasted at the idea of her asking beau to be the lead singer for their band for this Friday after the Salinger boy came down with mono. No doubt it was from the ski trip the class went to last Friday. Humans and their weak immune systems, I thought as I shook my head. Now I was starting to realize this was related to archie’s vision. But what did he see exactly?! I was impatiently trying to figure out if he saw beau performing or if he saw something else happen. What if he saw McKayla trying to kiss him backstage or after the song? What would beau do? Would he feel the same? Or would he reject her? The need to know was clawing at my mind as I quickly walked to class. Beau was clearly uncomfortable with the idea and was looking for any reason or way to get out of it. But it seems that my beau has such a selfless spirit that a small part of him was maybe considering it from the look on his face.

This is the perfect plan, if I can get him alone after band practice I can find a way to ask him out on a date or if I’m lucky we can make out. Oh god, I can picture it now... his warm lips touching mine, his hands around my waist as he pulls me in, the feeling of his muscles as he-

I immediately tuned out McKayla and her erroneous sexual fantasies with beau as her leading man. I felt a weird feeling in my stomach of frustration and disgust. The idea of her attempts to flirt with beau at all costs made me despise her even more than before. I immediately gazed at them as they came into my view. I tried to quickly control the hiss that escaped my lips as I noticed how that desperate girl started touching beau’s biceps. The way she looked at him with that sorry excuse of what humans say “puppy dog eyes”. The way her fake eyelashes fluttered at him made me want to interrupt their conversation so I could save beau from this girl. But the question remained: Why hasn’t he said no? Is he actually entertaining the idea of him and McKayla together everyday for the next days. Does he have feelings for her? Does he think of her as-

My thoughts ceased the moment his head turned to my direction. I couldn’t help but feel triumph and shyness as I felt his cerulean eyes drinking me in. I decided to sashay my way over to class just to see the reaction I would get. One thing I notice is human males always seem to pay attention to my hips whenever I’m around them. Would beau be any different? I answered my own question when I noticed that he kept admiring me with that adorable puppy dog look on his face, the red splotches already forming on his face, his heart beat racing fast. I did my best to not look in his direction to keep up the facade of me ignoring him. I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. I tried to hide a smirk as I heard McKayla cursing me in her head for easily redirecting his attention from her to me. I purposely walked close by, trying to not brush against his arm. I wanted his attention but I also didn’t want to tempt myself by the sweet scent of the rich blood running through his veins. His enticing scent was succulent and my throat did burn...but for a different type of hunger.

I sat down at my seat as I once again searched for archie’s mind to read his thoughts regarding his vision. He was thinking about the new Armani tux he purchased for one of our cousin’s wedding. I must admit out of all my family Archie definitely had the best taste in clothing. I too got so absorbed in Archie’s suit that I almost missed the action happening right next to me. I was able to refocus on the blasphemy that I just heard. McKayla just finished begging beau to be in their band by offering her services as a cheater, car washer, and negotiator. Apparently the human girl has many tricks up her sleeve to get what she wants, to say I despise her doesn’t truly explain it. I subtlety tilted my head in their direction to hear beau’s response while looking straight ahead.

If she thinks she can-What is she doing? From the corner of my eye I watched how McKayla slowly pushed back the hairs on beau’s forehead letting her fingers linger for a second longer than necessary. It took all the power and control that I gained over the last century to not get up and smack the girl to the back of this classroom. I could feel the venom in me forming as my muscles clenched from anger. My fists rolled up in tight fists to avoid damaging the table in front of me. Carine wouldn’t appreciate it if I lost control and got in a school fight. We were model students who set the example of good wholesome kids. I also didn’t want to kill her, but if she keeps up this despicable behavior I may consider it.

“Ok sure I’ll do it. I’ll perform with you and your band” beau mumbled to her. No human could’ve heard him but any immortal would have. The jealousy was consuming me. I watched how excited McKayla was as she started thanking the universe and her mundane cosmopolitan magazines for the chance to actually spend time with beau outside of school. YES! This is my time now I will have beau all to myself for the next days and I will do what I can to get closer to him. Well well well, Look at her acting like she doesn’t care but I know she’s jealous. Oh well Edythe Cullen, you had your chance. Now you can get off your high horse and see how it’s really done.

What’s even worse was that the little wench smirked in my direction trying to get a reaction out of me. Little did she know that she succeeded.

“Ok cool! So it’s a date then!” A what?!!!! I mentally yelled as I nearly broke the stool I sat on by almost banging my hand on it.

“Oh wait no, that’s not what I meant...umm I meant to say-“

Mrs. Banner finally arrived in time to start class and end the blasphemy before me. But that wasn’t enough to control the feelings of jealousy that boiled within me. All I could think of was them two kissing and doing god knows what unforgivable things the Newton girl would attempt to execute these next few days. He wasn’t off the hook either. Why would he agree to this knowing her feelings for him? Was his pureness that blind to not see her intentions? Was he an idiot who couldn’t see the feelings I have for him? I mean yes I told him we shouldn’t be friends but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to be. I am just trying to protect him so he can have a happy, normal life. Regardless of the reason I couldn’t help but stare at him without looking away. All feelings of anger and frustration were directed at him as my eyes burned a hole through his skull. He then met my gaze for a quick instant before he put his head down. He must’ve been nervous because his heart was racing fast and his pale complexion was turning red. I kept my laser eyes on his adorable but ignorant face before I forced myself to look ahead and to focus on mrs. Banner’s regurgitated lecture. I tried even harder now to look into Archie’s mind to see what he saw. I need to know...the curiosity was killing me. What’s going to happen this Friday?

[elliotthezubat]

DEATH CITY DAYS 105

oh goody, more vampires!

Lucy: "...Well, um...If you didn't get any sign of them when you were asleep, maybe our look in the alley earlier this afternoon will help..." *looks over notes she took* "Ranpo found some faint marks along the wall, but you didn't hear someone hitting it?"

Katai: *shrugs* "M-Maybe? It sounded like an argument--They may have threatened someone. I heard 'bleed'?"

sylvia: *gulp*

Kyoka: "We also noticed a receipt nearby from earlier that day at a nearby thrift store--which is half-way across town."

Ranpo: "And of course, this..." *holds up a big shiny coin* "Foreign!"

aya: neato! where's it from?

Ranpo: "Not sure...It looks Japanese, yet it has this ram's head and says...I can't read it. 'Chinom'-something?"

aya: maybe it's a game token?

Lucy: "We can check arcades in the morning..."

-morning-

shiori: zzz

Yumi: "???" ("She's not in her room...") *notices Kid and Stocking's door open a crack* "???" *peeks*

shiori: zzzz

Kid: "Zzz..."

stocking: *asleep*

Yumi: "... ... ... ..." QwQ ("D'AWWWWWW!") *waves to Lord Death*

lord death: *peeks* QwQ *snaps a pic*

Yumi: TwT *hug*

-elsewhere-

miyuri: *snoring, asleep on top of chuuya*

Chuuya: "Zzz..." *tries to move--* "UMPH!" O_O; *looks* "..." *strokes her head*

miyuri: mm...papa...=w= zzzz....

Chuuya: *sighs* *keeps stroking while he sits up*

miyuri: *yaaaaaawn* morniiiing *sniff* *still half-asleep*

Chuuya: "Sleep okay?"

miyuri: *nods and rubs her eyes* *yaaaawn* *STOMACH GROWL*

Chuuya: "Aaaaaand hungry..."

sonia: *in the bathroom, brushing her teeth*

Chuuya: "Come on--let's get something to eat."

-elsewhere-

amelia: *doing morning stretches*

Kanin: *finishing packed lunch* "Last night was so fun..."

amelia: mmhmm.....arent you gonna do stretches too?

Kanin: "Oh! Um, sure!" *closes bento boxes* ^^; "I guess a lot on my mind..." *rotates his shoulders first*

-elsewhere-

Saria: "Then they were like--BOOM! SPARKLE! SHINE SHINE SHINE!--and so pretty!"

greg: that sounds wonderful, bug-bear!

Saria: "Yeah! It's been so fun getting to hang out with friends..."

-elsewhere-

Ranpo: *spread out* *snoring*

Katai: O_______O; ("I couldn't sleep all night...")

Kyoka: *huddled with Sylvia*

atsushi: *getting a head start on breakfast*

Lucy: =w= *yawns* *sits up* "???" *walks to the kitchen*

atsushi: morning lucy, im making eggs. you want yours sunny side up, scrambled, or omelette?

Lucy: "Oh...Um, omelette?" *sits* "...You're good at that..."

atsushi: thanks, i've been practicing.

Lucy: *smiles* "It's paying off--smells delicious!"

(Odasaku: >_>; )

atsushi: *smiles*

Kyoka: *yawns, wakes up...looks out the window--* "!!!"

sylvia: ??

Kyoka: "...Sylvia?" *smiles* "Could you help Atsushi set the table?"

sylvia: o-ok *goes to do that*

Kyoka: *keeps the smile on...until she looks back at the alley...where there is a spear of blood along the wall only now visible in the daylight...*

-elsewhere-

Takehisa: *cooking* "Good morning, Sister."

Relan: *signing* <Morning!>

rita: <good morning>

tamaki: mornin'! so what's today's game plan?

Akitaru: *sighs* "Viktor is still on leave for 'family' and work he was called in to consult on at Haijima...A few of you will be sent to try to find him around town."

karin: i volunteer.

Akitaru: "Sounds good...but you'll need a disguise."

-elsewhere-

chie: here comes the airplane~

toru: ga!

chie: *feeding him*

toru: *nom* ^u^

Yohei: *filming* "What a good boy..."

chie: *chuckle*

mono:....hmph...i guess he's _kinda_ cute... 7.7

Assi: >w< "Incredibly cute!"

Emine: -_-; "So he can eat--big deal. I am not complimented for every last thing I do--"

Shotaro: "VROOM! Here comes the oatmeal train to Emine's mouthy-wouthy!"

Emine: "I do not have a 'mouthy-wouthy'..." *nom* >_>;

setsuna: ^^;

io: =3=;

Tool: "Still hungry, Io?" *fills up the bowl with more cereal-O's*

-elsewhere-

tsuyu: *yaaaawn*

ochako: *waves* morning!

tsuyu: morning...*yaaawn* late night last night...

Izuku: "??? Working?"

tsuyu: we were looking at old baby pictures last night. then the topic got to how our tails dropped off, and since satsuki still has hers yet, she got scared and started crying. it took a while for us to calm her down.

Izuku: "Oh no--I'm sorry. That must've been challenging..."

tsuyu: it's fine. one of the many things that comes with younger siblings, haha.

ochako: i guess.

Izuku: "Yeah, this is new to me without siblings..."

Todoroki: "..."

Iida: "..."

jirou: *cough*

Izuku: ^^;

Iida: "...CHERISH ONE'S SIBLINGS!"

Todoroki: *covers his ears* >~<

-elsewhere-

edouard: *knocks* <sis? it's breakfast time!>

Valentine: *curled up in bed...staring at the floor*

edouard: *knocks* <we're having waffles!>

Valentine: *sobbing*

edouard:....<papa! i think valentine might be sick!>

Villefort: *opening his door, limping* "???" *opens the door* <Valentine?>

Valentine: *hugging herself, sobbing*

Villefort: <?! What's wrong?>

Valentine: <Th-They're dead! Grandma, Grandpa...>

Villefort: "..." <What? How-->

Valentine: *hugging him*

Heloise: *exits Villefort's room* "..." *smile*

edouard: ?? <mama?>

Heloise: <Eddy? Where's Daddy?>

edouard: <in val's room. she seems upset>

Heloise: <???> *adjusts her robe, follows* <Valentine?>

valentine: <what do _you_ want?>

Heloise: <?! Well, someone is in a grouchy mood-->

Villefort: <Not now!> *holds Valentine*

Heloise: <?!!> "..." *frowns, exits*

valentine: *sniff* <j-just leave me alone...>

Villefort: "..." <Okay. I'll check with...I'll take care of funeral preparations. When you're ready...> *exits*

valentine: *crying into her pillow*

*there's a small pearl left on her nightstand...*

edouard:... <papa, will she fell better soon?>

Villefort: "..." *smiles* <Of course...But it needs time...>

-elsewhere-

Dumas: *smiling widely, humming to himself*

marquis: *making breakfast*

Cervantes: *reading the newspaper* "..." <So sad...>

marquis: <what is it?>

Cervantes: <An elderly couple died in a gas leak...>

marquis: <oh no!>

Cervantes: <'The Saint Merands had already lost their daughter at a young age...Survived by Valentine Villefort-->

*CRASH*

*a teacup falls*

marquis: !!!

Dumas: *falls back, shocked*

marquis: <are you alright??> D8>

Dumas: <...It-It was supposed to be the judge...It was supposed to be the judge...>

marquis:....*hug*

{Lord Wilmore: <--a medicine that is poisonous-->}

Dumas: *shaking, trying to pull loose*

marquis: <dumas, please, pull yourself together! it was an honest mistake!>

Cervantes: "..." *frowns, rolls up the newspaper*

Dumas: <I wanted him dead! No one else! I wanted him-->

*WHAP!*

Dumas: O_O "...YOU HIT ME! WITH A NEWSPAPER--"

Cervantes: *WHAP WHAP WHAP* <Get a hold of yourself, darn it!>

benedetto: ._.

Dumas: >_< *slap-fighting* <I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL _THEM_!>

Cervantes: <Well, who did kill them?!>

Dumas: "... ... ..."

benedetto: ..... <i'll just...go back to bed for a bit.>

Dumas: *collapses onto the floor in the fetal position*

-elsewhere-

Minoura: *looking at the blood splatter against the alley wall* "Jesus..." -_-; "And why am I not surprised you're all somehow involved..."

Ranpo: *waves* "Good morning!"

atsushi: um. hello.

Katai: Q_Q "As-As we said, we heard nothing last night--but the night before, there was some argument..."

Minoura: -_-; "Okay, Detective, what do you think? Which ability user did this--"

Ranpo: "They didn't."

atsushi: ??

Minoura: "What? Look, kid, I don't see any evidence here: we got blood on the wall, no prints, no footprint--nothing. It's like there was a body, and not even tissue left, so--"

Ranpo: "I don't think it was an ability user...I think it was another type of creature..."

aya: we did find this. *holds up the coin*

Minoura: "...Officer, bag the coin."

cop-chan: *takes the coin*

Minoura: *looks at the coin* "Hmm...'Chinom'? The arcade?"

aya: AHA!

Ranpo: =3= "I still say it looks foreign--probably some group from overseas who--?!!!!!!!!!!!! AH HA!"

atsushi: you figured it out?

Ranpo: "Indeed! Blood splatter. Game token with Japanese beginning with 'Chinom.' Foreign people sneaking in...It's happening again, just as it did years ago..."

atsushi: years ago?

Ranpo: "Yes...It is not ability users--it's more vampires!!!"

atsushi:....*FACEPLANT*

Katai: Q_Q *faints* "I-I'm gonna have to move again..."

Minoura: =_= "I picked a bad day to stop eating donuts..."

aya: but the question is, what _kind_ of vampires are we dealing with. naomi mentioned there's different vampire types.

Minoura: "WE'RE NOT SERIOUSLY ENTERTAINING THIS, ARE WE?!"

Ranpo: "That is the next order of research, Aya. Procure the tomes of vampire lore!"

Lucy: -_-; "This'll just be an excuse for Naomi to read her 'sexy books' again..."

cop-chan: to be fair, there are vampire residents. i'll get to the interviews.

Minoura: -_-# "Fine..."

-elsewhere-

*a tabloid web site already says 'Vampire Attack'*

Black Star: -^-; "...I promise not to get mad...I just want to know whether any of you did this."

naho:....*looks at belkia*

Belkia: OwO "...I don't remember?"

Black Star: "SO IT WAS YOU!" *strangles Belkia*

otogiri: he's innocent this time. i was helping him get gum out of his hair. again.

Belkia: XWX "SING MY SONG TO THE TINY VAMPS THAT COME AFTER ME!" *KO*

Black Star: "...Oh. Okay." *lets him go*

Belkia: XwX

naho:...he's fine.

Higan: "We've been feeding the way you told us to, so it must be someone else..."

Sakuya: "...What if it's _him_? We haven't heard from Mr. Tsubaki in a bit..."

lavender: unless he has an eve, i doubt it.

Black Star: >_>;

lilac: w-what if it's...t-true ancestors? i-i heard rumors about them from the others....

Shamrock: "...That would be worrisome...I suggest we all be on high alert--as now they will be investigating vampires again, and we can't afford police attention..."

-sakuya's phone goes off, and has a very cute ringtone-

Sakuya: .\\\.; "Th-That's me...Totally not my intentional ringtone--It's ironic--Shut up." *answers* "Y-Yeah?"

naomi: hey sakuya, is naho there?

Sakuya: "Sure...Naho, it's Naomi."

naho: oh cool! *takes the phone* hi naomin~ whats up?......oh really?....i see....we just heard ourselves.....actually, i think i know someone who can help you out! ever heard of 'the land of nod'? yeah, they have vampire experts...ok...call you back~ *hangs up*

Sakuya: "??? Why'd she want to know?"

naho: her agency is investigating into the case!

Sakuya: ._.;;;

-elsewhere-

*someone wipes his mouth*

Mikaela: "..."

lacus: whew, what a feast! ^^

chess: where should we strike next?

Crowley: "I think we should ask our scout..." *smiles at Mikaela* "You told us such wonderful locations--"

Mikaela: "Just go wherever."

chess: =3= you're so boooooriiiiing.

lacus: you're as bad as those....'things' we've read in some books. *shudder* whoever this 'meyer' is, i hope to slaughter them horribly.

Crowley: "Patience...We still have to map out locations..." *marking the map on the wall, circling spots in the slums, with giant x's crossing out True Cross and the DWMA*

-elsewhere-

hyakuya: *staring up at the ceiling* ....

Guren: *knocks* "Akane? We're finishing prelims..."

hyakuya: *responsive grunt*

Guren: "You should see the reinforcements...So, um, get up?"

hyakuya: *grumbles and sits up* give me about a minute, im getting changed now...

-girls getting ready, please be patient-

Guren: *opening a box*

hyakuya: *looks*

shinoa: ??

mitsuba: *looks around*

Yoichi: *humming, polishing some daggers*

Kimizuki: *packing meals* "And don't touch them until lunch!"

hyakuya: so what are we doing today?

Guren: "Looks like the vamps showed themselves here--two suspected feedings in a part of town."

hyakuya: ....

Kimizuki: "!!!"

Yoichi: "So, we're on patrol? Okay!"

mitsuba: tch- about time we started doing something.

Guren: *nods* "So let's use that training on our off-time to put a stop to these attacks...The recent attacks were at night, so we'll be using daylight to find vantage points for observation and attack..."

shinoa: right.

Yoichi: "We'll do our best!"

-elsewhere-

Noirtier: *bandaged, struggling to dial* "..." <Answer already, you stupid brat...> *shaking*

-...-

Noirtier: *growls, tosses the phone* <Damn it, Gerard!>

-elsewhere-

Valentine: *staring at her phone...'No new messages'...'No new calls'...*

-elsewhere-

Vulcan: *has on a panda hoodie and sunglasses* "All set?"

karin: yep!

Iris: "All set." *wearing a baseball cap, basketball jersey--and tattoos*

Vulcan: O_O; "Um, Sister? Wh-What's with the new look--"

Iris: *punk face* "WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY LOOK, PUNK?! YOU WANT TO THROW DOWN?!"

karin: easy now. *she's in what looks to be a business suit*

Iris: ^^; "Sorry--just getting into character by modeling myself on people in disguise--Sister Hibana, Shinra's smile, Patty Thompson--"

Vulcan: *hiding behind Karin* Q_Q

karin: ^^; it's pretty well done. well, shall we be off?

Iris: "LET'S DO THIS!"

-elsewhere-

Blair: "I'm heading out, Sachiko! Could you let Dr. John know?"

sachiko: already on it.

Blair: "...How's she holding up?"

sachiko: still stressed...maybe she should take a vacation...

Blair: *nods* "She had gone out to Tombstone...Maybe there or somewhere more, you know, vacationy?" *snaps her fingers, is now in a Hawaiian shirt, hula skirt, and with a coconut drink*

sachiko: *sweatdrop*

-elsewhere-

Chuuya: "Okay, we got our juice boxes, we got crayons, we got Kajii's homework...Ready to draw?"

miyuri: ready!

Chuuya: *takes out a worksheet* "Okay, so this one is a maze..."

miyuri: *looks*

Chuuya: " 'These are the Canadian geese...Help them fly to the South for the winter'..."

miyuri: *doodling*

-little geese pop up from the picture and fly around the room-

Chuuya: ^^; "That's one way to do it..."

Goose: *honks, steals Chuuya's bread*

Chuuya: ._.;

miyuri: *giggles*

Chuuya: "Leeeeeeet's check the maze again..." *a goose lands on his hat*

miyuri: ^^;

Chuuya: "So, there are many paths to take...I used to do these by starting at the goal and working backwards..."

Goose on Hat: =^=

miyuri: hmm...

Chuuya: "So, if I take a pencil at the goal..." *traces back--mock concern* "Oh, no--I hit a dead end! Ah!"

miyuri: oh no! D8

Chuuya: "But that's why a maze usually has another path..." *follows a new one* "So far, so good, right?"

miyuri: mmhmm.

Chuuya: "Now we go left, then right, then right, and waaaaaaay up..."

miyuri: hehe ^^

Chuuya: "And--BOOM! We've made the path!"

-the lines float up-

Chuuya: .____.;;;

-suddenly they're in a maze?-

Chuuya: *looks around...tries to leap up to the top of the wall--and falls*

miyuri: ._.;;;

Chuuya: =_=; "...Let's start walking. Don't get separated..." *holds her hand*

miyuri: ok.

-elsewhere-

Katai: *sips* "Th-Thank you for the tea, Nagisa..."

nagisa: any time, mr katai. ^^

Blair: "I'm home! Oh, Katai! Nagisa let you in?"

Katai: Q\\\\Q

Blair: OwO "~?"

nagisa: welcome home! ^^

Blair: "Thanks..." *yawn* "Busy morning...What're you two up to this afternoon?"

-nagisa explains what all katai told her-

Blair: "Oooooo--vampires! That's no good. But at least it's not the Rats again, right?"

Katai: >~< "Please, don't remind me..."

Blair: *strokes his head* "There, there..."

Katai: =///////=

nagisa: *sweatdrop*

Blair: "Besides, vampires tend not to stay in one place for long--and if they do, it's only until they can pick off every victim they can or farm them for their blood--"

Katai: *protective hug*

Blair: *stroke stroke* ^^; "Do you want to stay for the night?"

-elsewhere-

sonia: *in class*

Teacher: "--and you'll have your test in two weeks, so we'll be reviewing the biology section..."

sonia: *taking notes*

Teacher: "Let's begin with the different organs in the typical humanoid body. Sonia, which organ takes in oxygen?"

sonia: the lungs.

Teacher: "Correct! And which bodily fluid transports that oxygen to the rest of the body?"

sonia: the blood.

Teacher: *smiles* "Right! Very good."

-one student glares at sonia-

sonia: ....

Teacher: "Let me type some keywords for you to review..." *typing on the projector's computer, not looking at the class*

sonia:....

-elsewhere-

Danglars: *sips his bubbly drink, pulls up his stock portfolio on his tablet and--spits out his drink, coughing*

lucian: ...*wipes his face* <sir?>

Danglars: <H-How?!> *pulls up news--* "?!? <WHO DARE PUBLISHED THIS DRECK CLAIMING MY AIRSHIPS ARE NOT FEASIBLE?! IT JUST TANKED MY STOCKS! WHO WROTE THIS?!>

-elsewhere-

Daisy: "Yes, your check is in the mail. ...Yes, he's happy to support thriving young reporters. Let us know what other dirt you dig up. Yes...Goodbye." *hangs up*

Fitzgerald: *sips his drink*

-elsewhere-

Vulcan: *on bat incom* "Target spotted, exiting clothing store...He's going into--?! A toy store? Huh. Must be getting new action figures..."

karin: hmm.

Iris: *inhale* "Okay...I can do this..." *swaggers into the store* "Yo, boss. I'm here for the new mad fresh figurines to power up my game system, bro!"

Hyde: ._.;

Viktor: "Excuse me, sir? Do you sell dolls? Like, for little girls?"

Iris: *whispers into incom* "Oh, that's nice--Viktor is buying dolls!"

karin: ?? *imagining--* D8 (now now, be rational, maybe he has a relative?)

Viktor: "And candy. Little girls like candy, right? How much could I fit into my mode of transportation of just candy?"

Hyde: O_____O "...This isn't a white van, is it...?" *reaching under the desk for the 'police' button...*

Iris: "YO, MAC, JUST ANSWER THE MAN'S QUESTION! THIS IS SIMPLE CALCULUS, YOU DIG?!"

karin: D8 !!!! (SON OF A FUCKING FUCK!!)

Vulcan: "...I'm going to fucking cut his balls off."

Viktor: *spots someone outside the shop* "!!!" *waves at her*

misora: *walking along in a rather cute dress* hello~<3

Vulcan: O_________________O

karin: isnt she from squad 0?

Iris: "???" ("Oh, Misora's here, too! How nice.") ^^

Vulcan: *whispers* "Yeah, with a creepy little-girl idol fixation! This is sick!"

Viktor: "Hi! I'm almost done. Anything else I should get you?"

karin: YOU!

Viktor: OwO "...Um, me?"

karin: so this is your little secret, huh?

Hyde: *pressing the button frantically* "Why is nothing happening?! Wait--this isn't even connected?!!"

Viktor: OwO;;; "Secret? What secret? I have no idea what you mean...HA HA HA?"

misora: OwO;;;;;;;;

Iris: "We know exactly what you're up to! ..." *whispers* "What are they up to?"

Vulcan: -_- "This is sick. You are nasty, Viktor..."

karin: viktor licht, misora hina, you two.....HAVE SOME CREEPY SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP DONT YOU?!

misora: ......

Iris: "... ... ..." *brains snaps* D8

Viktor: "...If I say 'yes,' is that better or worse than the alternative?"

misora: ...............*LAUGHING OUT LOUD* AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! AS IF! LIKE I'D EVER WANT A CREEPY LOSER LIKE HIM! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Viktor: QwQ "Ha ha ha...No. I'm shopping for my baby cousin, and Misora offered to help deliver while I get back to work." TwT;

karin:....*raises a brow*

Iris: "Oh, well, you're always visiting your family, so this checks out. Good day!" *turns--*

Vulcan: *grabs her by the sleeve* "Why the big secret, you two?"

misora: as it so happens, his cousin is my manager! ^^

Vulcan: "And this never came up why...?"

Viktor: "I don't like to brag. I got where I am without nepotism..." ^^;

misora: =3= and besides, no one ever asked!

Iris: "Oh, I'm sorry for not asking! So, what's your manager like?"

misora: very busy, i actually have to meet up with him now, so bye bye~ *exits*

Viktor: *empty handed* QwQ "...This is mortifying."

Hyde: "And you owe me $141.67 for the stuff. And I'm calling the cops on all of you..."

karin: ._.;;;

Viktor: "OH, LIKE KIDS SHOP AT TOY STORES ANYMORE! IT'S JUST OLD PEOPLE!"

Walter: "..." *punches Viktor in the jaw*

karin: *grabs him by the arm and runs* BAIL! FUCKIN BAIL!

Viktor: XwX

Hyde: "GET BACK WITH MY MONEY!"

Iris: *praying* "Forgive me for what I've done--"

Vulcan: *picks up Iris, runs*

-elsewhere-

miyuri: *following chuuya*

Chuuya: "Darn--dead end...Miyuri, you got markers or string or something?"

miyuri: *shakes head*....miyuri's sorry.

Chuuya: "Hey, it's okay..." *rubs her head* "These things happen. It's like Theseus and the Minotaur...only no Minotaur."

miyuri: miyuri didnt mean to get us lost *sniff* i...*hic* i was only t-trying to-

Chuuya: "..." *hug* "It's okay. You'll learn from this. And we get to make this a game."

miyuri: a game? *shiny eyes*

Chuuya: ^^; "Sure! Mazes can be games. We can even make up sayings or songs to follow our path..."

miyuri: yay! ^o^

Chuuya: *stands up, takes her hand* "Now, let's count the steps to the corner...1, 2..."

-elsewhere-

Akutagawa: *sitting in the motorcycle side-car with a helmet* "Where are we going?"

naoya: just out for a drive. and maybe to do some shopping to get you some new digs.

Akutagawa: "..." *nods* "I'll need a new jacket, too..."

naoya: that's what i meant by 'digs'.

Akutagawa: ._.; "...I know. I was...just emphasizing..."

naoya: well, let's get a move on then.

-elsewhere-

Asako: *frowning...petting Goldie*

goldie: ^w^

Asako: *small smile* *picks up Goldie into her lap* "Keep me company while I review the hospital records?"

goldie: *bark* ^^

Asako: *smiles...then turns back to file* "Okay...Admitted after the Slums attack...Now at Haijima..." *sighs* "What are they doing..."

-elsewhere-

Yumi: "Okay, Christa--which one do you want?" *holds out donuts*

christa: that one!

Yumi: "Good choice..." *hands her the one with sprinkles* "Careful not to drop them..."

christa: ok!

Yumi: *picks up Shiori* "Want one, Shiori?"

shiori: ah.

Yumi: "Let's try a donut hole--don't swallow it all at once..."

-elsewhere-

Rin: "Hey, you two--how was the slumber party?"

shiemi: it was fun.

Izumo: >_>; "...It was nice. Educational. Lovely garden..."

Shima: *opens his mouth--*

Izumo: *slams his head face-first into the desk*

Rin: O.O; "..." *sniffs* "Ugh! What's that stench?!"

shiemi: ??

Bon: =_= "Hey..."

Izumo: *covers her nose* "Good lord!"

konekomaru: bon! are you alright?!

Bon: "I've been researching for days...No sleep...Little food..."

Rin: *holds his nose* "No soap, no water..."

konekomaru: (he almost rivals the queen of stink...)

Izumo: "GO TO THE SHOWER!"

Shima: *opens his mouth--*

Bon: *slams his head face-first into the desk* "I know..."

-elsewhere-

Kunikida: "...Vampires? ..." *takes off his glasses, rubs his eyes* "You have to be kidding me..."

atsushi: weirder things have happened.

Kunikida: "Weird, yes. But usually within our knowledge set--"

Dazai: =w= *listening to his headphones*

Kunikida: "...Most of our knowledge set." *hands a book to Atsushi* "Read it on your way to Naomi's informant."

atsushi: um...ok? *looks*

*It's a book titles 'Vampyr'*

atsushi: hmm...

Kyoka: "We'll also be checking the arcade mentioned..."

-elsewhere-

hyakuya: why do we have to do these tests again?

shinoa: to refresh our knowledge.

Kimizuki: "You gonna complain the entire time?"

hyakuya: =~=

Kimizuki: "We'll get through this more quickly if everyone is prepared."

hyakuya: =~= fiiine.

Mitsuba: "So try to remember the terms..."

Guren: "Okay, okay, settle down and take your seats. You'll need a number 2 pencil, closed book, no notes, cell phones under your table, spit out any gum--"

hyakuya: =,= *looks out the window*.... (huh, brings back memories....)

{hyakuya: *looking out the window, tapping her foot in annoyance*}

{*tap tap*}

{hyakuya: *looks back* ??}

{*a girl holds up a notepad with a message: "Hello. I am Shinoa. I will be your handler."}

{hyakuya: ??? (handler?)}

{Shinoa: *notepad: "Cooperate, or I will report you for additional punishment."*}

{hyakuya: D8}

{-...-}

{hyakuya: =~= what the hell is your deal anyway?}

{Shinoa: "I was told how vampires killed your family, that you were abandoned, lost...So, you're afraid to make friends." *smiles* "So how about some ice cream, champ~?"}

{hyakuya: ...what do you _really_ want from me?}

{Shinoa: *sighs* "The lieutenant colonel wants you to read this message." *hands her a paper*}

{hyakuya: of course he does.... *looks*}

{Note: "The army has no use for some shut-in who doesn't know about the value of cooperation within a military system. Usually, such cooperation starts when you make friends in school. But since you're at the obvious disadvantage due to arrested development and slow maturation, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to make a friend--and introduce them to me. And a real friend, not someone you pay, bribe, or do anything else to fake it. Granted, I think you're not going to go through with this, so, enjoy being a failure."}

{hyakuya: WHY THAT MOTHER-....*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh* i dont have a choice in this, do i?}

{Shinoa: *shakes her head--*}

{*THUD*}

{hyakuya: ?! *turns*}

{*a student is knocked through the door to the floor*}

{Student: "P-Please...Don't--"}

{hyakuya: ??!!!}

{Bully: "Don't what? I was just asking to borrow some cash, that's all--" *STOMP*}

{Student: "OW!"}

{hyakuya: hey! what the heck are you doing?!}

{Bully: "?! Bitch, mind your own business! Unless you want something else from me..." *puts a foot on top of the Student's head*}

{hyakuya: actually yes, i want you to stop doing that to the poor kid.}

{Bully: "Then I think you'll need to convince me~"}

{hyakuya: ok ^^ *PUNCH*}

{Bully: X_X *knocked down*}

{Shinoa: "...Oh, that's bad news...I forgot to mention..."}

{hyakuya: yeah! that's what you get for being an asshole, shit for brains! *looks at the student* hey, you ok?}

{Student: Q_Q "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to get you involved in this!"}

{hyakuya: it's fine. that prick was asking for it anyway. i swear, there's some really annoying assholes in this place. *helps him up* you seem ok, though.}

{Student: "Aside from the head injury. Ha ha ha...But seriously, no, that really hurt..." TwT }

{hyakuya: jeez...come on, let's get to the nurse...what's your name, kid?}

{Student: "Yoichi."}

{hyakuya: got it. 'name's akane.}

{Yoichi: ^^}

{Shinoa: "And that adds more punishment to your account."}

{hyakuya: 0_0 well shit.}

{Shinoa: " 'Well shit' indeed." *smiles*}

{Yoichi: "...Is she your friend, or punishment?"}

{hyakuya: at this point, im going to go with yes.}

{Yoichi: " 'Kay...So...You're another student here? Are you hoping to join the military?"}

{hyakuya: pretty much. i want to fight vamps as soon as possible.}

{Yoichi: "..." *nods* "Yeah, same..."}

{hyakuya:...say, shinoa and i were gonna get ice cream, you...wanna come with?}

{Yoichi: "Oh! Um...Yes! Thank you!"}

{Shinoa: "Hang on--I didn't say I'm paying for 3!"}

???: akane!

hyakuya: !!! im paying attention!

Shinoa: "Really? What was just said?"

hyakuya:.... ._.;;;;

Guren: -_-; "That'll be a punishment later."

hyakuya: ... *grumbles*

mitsuba: *facepalm*

Yoichi: ^^;

Kimizuki: "How embarrassing..."

hyakuya: get stuffed, kimizuki.

Kimizuki: "Pay attention in class instead of zoning out! You'll get yourself killed like that!"

hyakuya: >Xp

mitsuba: so immature...

Guren: *chops* "Enough, both of you."

-elsewhere-

naho: well, this is the place!

atsushi: looks kind of shady....

Kyoka: "Like something Dazai would go to..."

sylvia: *gulps*

Ranpo: "There's nothing to fear once you understand it! And I understand the rules of the Agency--NEWBIE OPENS THE DOOR TO SCARY PLACES FIRST!"

Lucy: -.- "Wimp..." *moves to the door--*

*the door blasts open*

atsushi: !!!

*a tall man exits*

atsushi: *notices something in the man's hand* ._________.

Tall Man: "Mikuni! I found the secret ingredient for the best banana split ever! I'm just going to need to behead your dolly!"

sylvia: *SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER*

*The Tall Man is holding a decapitated head*

Lucy: "?!!! YOU MONSTER!" *punches him in the jaw*

*The Tall Man is down--KO!*

metsu: ._. *sweatdrop*

atsushi: D8

Lucy: "WHAT HAVE I TOLD PEOPLE LIKE YOU ABOUT HARMING INNOCENT DOLLS?!"

metsu: um....welcome to the shop?

Ranpo: *peeks* "Oh, soda! Excuse me--investigation in progress. I'll need to inspect these--all of these--" *piling them into his arms*

metsu: um... ._.;;

atsushi: *steps in* um....i-is the owner here?

Lucy: *dragging Johannes by his ankles* "I'M NOT DONE WITH THIS ONE YET! HE HAS INFORMATION!" *pulls him into the backroom, as punches are heard*

metsu: at the moment, no. he should be here in about 25 minutes. would you like some tea and cake in the meantime?

Ranpo: "Yes, please."

Kyoka: *nods*

-and so-

atsushi: thanks for the food! ^^

metsu: so, you're investigating vampire attacks, you say?

Kyoka: *mouth stuffed* *nods*

Ranpo: "We found blood splatters consistent with most vampire attacks, along with a few other clues that indicate itinerant individuals who travel around seeking new victims."

metsu: what a coincidence, our boss actually went out to investigate as well.

Kyoka: *muffled* "Oh? How long has he investigated these kinds of things?"

metsu: it's one of the businesses he offers here. we do research on the supernatural, particularly vampires.

Ranpo: "Then this should be the best place! We can't wait to meet him!"

-the door opens-

Lucy: *exits the backroom* >_< *sits...angry cake nom*

metsu: speak of the devil- here he is now.

atsushi: *looks*

Mikuni: *enters* "Hello, Metsu! I see the business is still standing and--Oh, we even have customers! Excellent! Howdy!"

sylvia: ._.;;;

Ranpo: *waves* "Hello, proprietor!"

Lucy: "...Oh!"

Mikuni: "...Hey! You!"

atsushi: oh, you know him?

Lucy: *nods* "We bonded over a common appreciation in the fine art of dolls."

atsushi: (wait, i think i might have been here once before myself...)

Mikuni: "HIGH FIVE!"

Lucy: *high five*

Johannes: *his head pops out of the backroom* "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HELP ME!"

sylvia: eep! *hides behind kyouka*

Kyoka: "It's okay--the bad man will be taken care of in good time." *hands a taser to Mikuni*

Mikuni: "..." QwQ "Yay! New friends!"

Ranpo: "But first, we had some questions about your recent vampire investigation--...Huh. You look familiar to me, too. I think Poe mentioned you--"

Mikuni: "... ... ..." *slow head turn, voice changes* "Who did you say...?"

atsushi: miss metsu, more tea please? ^^;;;;

Mikuni: *inhale* "NO SWEETS FOR THIS CAPE-WEARING TRAITOR!"

Ranpo: D:<

metsu: *chop* dont be rude to customers, sir.

Mikuni: T~T "He's going to hurt me again..."

atsushi: ??

-elsewhere-

Poe: *reading the newspaper* "... ... ...!!! Karl! Hand me the telephone!"

karl: *chitter*

Poe: *dials* "...Yes? I am interested in more information about the recent vampire attacks. ... No, I am not a crank caller. ... Criminal record? ...Uuuuuum..." *hangs up* .____.;

karl: *chitter*

Poe: "I think maybe I need a new plan...I'll ask Rowena."

-elsewhere-

Minoura: *sets down the cup of water* "Here."

bram: -~- sir...how many times do i have to tell you? i'm _not_ a vampire- *VOMITS BLOOD*....*cough* s-sorry....

Minoura: -_- "We'll need to decontaminate later...If you're not a vampire, what's with the blood?"

bram: it's my ability! plus im sickly.

Minoura: "And your ability is...?"

bram: creation and manipulation of blood, but that doesnt make me a vampire!

Minoura: "I think that's what a vampire would say...Let's administer the tests..." *picks up the cup of water--and tosses it into Bram's face*

bram: >~< why would you do that?!

Minoura: "It's holy water. Are you melting yet?"

bram: NO! i'm just wet! im probably going to get a cold now...

Minoura: *sighs* *presses a button on the intercom* "Bring the silver washcloth."

bram: is it just silver in color, or made of silver? if it's the latter that's highly useless in cleaning or drying!

Minoura: "Hey! I'm the one trying to test this out every which way I can, even if that means force-feeding you garlic!"

Bram: TT~TT im going to die for sure…

-elsewhere-

Akitaru: .____.

Takehisa: *facepalm*

Vulcan: >_>; "So, yeah...We may be criminals now."

Iris: T~T

shinra: technically it's your _disguises_ that are the criminals.

Akitaru: "I'll handle this--not the first time someone here broke the law."

Iris: "I didn't even realize Viktor's cousin was in music..."

-elsewhere-

Joker: "How you like the new dress, Nana?"

nana: *look of seething, unbridled hatred and fury*

Joker: "...So, yes?"

nana: you think this is some kind of sick game? WHO WEARS SOMETHING SO FRILLY AND STUPID LOOKING?!

misora: =3= rude.

Joker: "I agree. Your Uncle Viktor and Aunt Misora went to a lot of work to get you that dress. Do you think dresses grow on trees?"

scarlet: technically, depending on what material the dress is made of, if it's cotton, then it does come from a plant.

Joker: "Please don't upset my metaphor in front of the child, darling."

scarlet: just keeping things in perspective. also dont call me that unless you seriously want to get punched out a fucking window.

Joker: "..." *shrugs* "Maybe later. Also, language in front of the kid. Now, Nana, if you keep the dress on today, you'll get to play with your new dolly!"

nana: *excalibur face* (what did i do to deserve this?)

Joker: "Look, we're trying our best. What do you want to play?"

nana: can i go back to bed now?

Joker: "...But it's afternoon..."

nana: whatever! im going to bed anyway!

Joker: "..." Q_X *humming* " 'When you coming home, kid--I don't know when...'"

scarlet: *concerned look*

-elsewhere-

Kuro: =_= " 'Hello. We are selling baked goods to help support our school and charities. Would you like a free sample?' *forced smile*

suzuhara: um...thanks?

Kuro: "You're welcome...Our strawberry cupcakes are quite affordable..." *yawns*

-elsewhere-

Chuuya: "--So Theseus would mark where he went to know where not to go back..."

miyuri: ooooh! ....!!! miyuri sees something!

-it's the exit-

Chuuya: "Oh, good!" *follows*

-successful escape!-

-the lines return to the page-

Chuuya: =w= "That's good..." *collapses onto his back*

-the door opens-

sonia: im home....

Chuuya: =w= "Zzz..."

miyuri: *looks* sonia? whats that on your cheek?

Chuuya: *yawns, sits up* "...?!"

-sonia seems to have a bruise on the left side of her face and has trash on her and her schoolbag-

Chuuya: "What happened? Who did this?!"

sonia:....it's nothing...im going to go to bed now....

Chuuya: "Sonia, this is not nothing--you were attacked?"

sonia:....i think my classmates might hate me.

Chuuya: "..." *hug*

sonia: ......

Chuuya: "It's okay...It's going to be okay, Sonia."

miyuri: ??

Chuuya: *strokes her head* "Come on--let's get you cleaned and patched up..."

sonia:....ok....

-elsewhere-

Villefort: *staring at brochures* <Okay, so they'll be buried with...with her. I am confirming dates for the church...>

valentine: ......

Villefort: <...I think it would be good for you to say something at the memorial...>

valentine:....<o-ok...>

Villefort: <...> *nods* <I can take care of this initial reservation. How about you go out...>

valentine:...*nods*....*checks phone*

*no calls or texts from Francesca...*

valentine:....*sigh*

-elsewhere-

Cervantes: *in disguise--as best as he can--walking to a pharmacy...*

pharmacist: <can i help you?>

Cervantes: <Hello. What would you recommend for a friend with a fever?>

pharmacist: *checks a book*

Cervantes: *looks around, picks out some candy...looks out the window...*

dulcenia: *exiting a shop. seems she's off duty*

Cervantes: OwO *steps outside, waves*

dulcenia: ??

Cervantes: <Hello! How are you?>

dulcenia: <im fine? and you are?>

Cervantes: <Me! You know! Your favorite father!>

dulcenia: .....*confused look*

Cervantes: ^w^; <May I bless you?> *starts imitating complicated signs--before somehow getting his arm stuck behind his head*

dulcenia:.....(what the fresh fuck?)

Cervantes: <I know it is not proper for a man--*GRUNTS*--of the cloth to say this, but--*GROANS*--you seem like a very kind, sweet lady with pretty eyes. Care to split a candy bar~?>

dulcenia: ...*blink*

Cervantes: <You strike me as a connoisseur. Proprietor! Your finest Three Musketeers candy bar!>

-elsewhere-

Chuuya: "...Feel better?"

sonia: ...*small nod*

Chuuya: "Okay...Hungry? We can make dinner or just something small..."

sonia:...im not hungry...

Chuuya: "...Alright...You know you can tell me if something is wrong."

sonia:....can i stay home tomorrow?

Chuuya: *nods* "Sure."

miyuri: *peeks in*

Chuuya: "Want to watch a movie?"

sonia:...*hides under the covers*

miyuri: papa? is sonia ok?

Chuuya: "...She will need some time to rest."

-elsewhere-

Lucy: "I hope this information is helpful..." *brushing a doll's hair*

Mikuni: ^w^ "I think so~"

atsushi: anything we should know about these vampires?

Mikuni: "There are others who are also hunting them, so be careful not to get in their way...Also, there are some vampires that take the form of animals, so I'd be suspicious of them."

atsushi:... >->

*knock knock*

atsushi: YEEP!

*the door's bell jingles as it's opened*

atsushi: oh, poe, rowena, fancy seeing you guys here.

Lucy: "Hi!" *smiles*

Mikuni: Q___Q;;;;

rowena: hello mikuni ^////^ is johannes in?

Poe: *frightening stare*

Mikuni: O_____O;;;; "I think Lucy knocked him unconscious and dragged him into the back..."

Lucy: *proud nod*

rowena: oh no!

Poe: "Perhaps some smelling salts would work..." *towers over Mikuni, who falls deeper into his seat*

Mikuni: "A-Allow me!" *runs into the back--slapping sounds are heard*

Johannes: "AH! THE CATFISHES ARE SLAPPING ME AGAIN!"

atsushi: ._.;

Lucy: ._.; "...Edgar? What did you do to that poor man?"

Poe: "Nothing...yet."

rowena: ^^;

Johannes: *walking stiffly into the shop, his face full of hand-marks* "Greetings, happy paranormal investigators! How may I help you?"

-atsushi and rowena explain-

Johannes: "I see...Well, there is one thing you must do before you head out."

atsushi: what's that?

Johannes: "You've heard the old stories how vampires can't see their reflection in the mirror, making them easy to sneak around right behind you..." *walks behind Atsushi and Rowena* "Worrisome, isn't it..."

atsushi: *SCREAMS*

Lucy: >_O *covering her ears*

sylvia: eep! *hides*

Johannes: "Unlike the vampire...you must not lose sight of yourself in the mirror!" *seizes Atsushi and Rowena, his hands cupping their foreheads*

atsushi:....right.

rowena: *nods*

Johannes: *smiles* "And to help you..." *pulls back his hands* "TAH-DAH!"

*he's put something on them...their foreheads say 'IHSUSTA' and 'ANEWOR'...except he put each one onto the wrong person...*

atsushi:....what the heck..

rowena: ._.;

Johannes: OwO; "...See, I once did this to some guy by shoving him into his cat's brain, but I had to draw onto his forehead his name backwards so he could--You know what, you had to be there."

Poe: Q_____Q "...A cat?"

atsushi:.....eh, i'll take it.

Lucy: ^^; "In any case, aside from mirrors and name recognition, we may need more help than just knowledge..."

Mikuni: "Hence why not to get in the way of the vampire experts...Although..."

atsushi: ??

Mikuni: "Hang on--let me whip my snake out..."

atsushi: NO NEED TO DO THAT HERE!

Lucy: "EEEK!" *covers her eyes*

Poe: "Pervert!" *slaps Mikuni*

Mikuni: *KOed*

*a snake pops up behind Rowena*

rowena: oh!

ranpo: dang poe! i didnt think you had it in ya. im impressed.

Poe: -^- "Hmph. I will not tolerate improper men...Now, could someone please get me ice for my wrist!" T~T

Snake: "...Hi."

atsushi: aaand it talks.

Lucy: ._.;

Snake: "Yes. Hi. I'm Jeje."

atsushi: nice to meet you.

Jeje: "Same. And the guy on the floor is my, um, handler."

-elsewhere-

miyuri: *sniff sniff* mmm smells yummy!

Chuuya: "I hope so--Sonia likes it."

miyuri: *nods* are we gonna take some of it up to her?

Chuuya: "I think so--it might help her appetite..."

-phone rings-

Chuuya: "??? Miyuri, keep an eye on it?"

miyuri: ok!

Chuuya: *answers* "Hello?"

teacher: yes, is this mr nakahara?

Chuuya: "Oh, good. You're calling to schedule?" *looking through a calendar...*

teacher: yes, it's this weekend.

Chuuya: "Okay, I'm available around 11 Saturday?"

teacher: excellent!

Chuuya: "I'll have to watch Sonia's sister that day, too."

teacher: well im sure we'd love to meet her!

Chuuya: "Thank you. We'll see you this Saturday."

miyuri: it looks ready, papa!

Chuuya: "?! Sorry, we're making dinner, I have to hang up. Goodbye!"

sonia:....*pokes her head out of her room*

Chuuya: *plating the food, then setting it onto a tray* "Miyuri, can you pour a glass of water?"

miyuri: ok!

Chuuya: *scoops out pasta onto a plate...*

sonia:....*gingerly walks over, wearing a blanket around her*

Chuuya: *smiles* "Hi, Sonia."

sonia: *nods and sits at the dinner table*

Chuuya: *smiles* "Want some cheese or tomato sauce?"

sonia: ...cheese....

Chuuya: "You got it..." *dusts a bit of cheese onto the pasta* "Dig in."

sonia: *nom*

Chuuya: "...Hey, want to do something this weekend?"

sonia: like what?

Chuuya: "Well...Would you like to visit your grandmother while I go to a parent-teacher conference?"

sonia:....i'll go to.

Chuuya: "You're okay to do so?"

sonia: i probably should...

Chuuya: "Okay...Miyuri, you can go with Grandma if you want."

miyuri: miyuri wants to see school!

Chuuya: ^^; "Okay, you can come, too--if you'll stay with Sonia."

miyuri: *nods*

Chuuya: "Great..." *sets plates for himself and Miyuri* "Let's eat..."

miyuri: *nom* mmmm! yummy!

Chuuya: "That's good--try some of the sauce."

miyuri: *slurp*

Chuuya: ^^ *slurp*

-elsewhere-

Kimizuki: "That was an informative lesson."

hyakuya: *reviewing notes* =3= ok, ''beast virus', a rare disease that mutates living things into vicious mutants. it's effects on humans remains as of yet, unknown.'

Kimizuki: "Yes, that is what it is..."

hyakuya: ...do you think that's what has your sister sick?

Kimizuki: "..." *sighs* "I don't know." *holds his head, stares at his notes*

hyakuya:....just a thought...

Kimizuki: "I know. It's been a thought I've had. But we don't know the effects the virus has on humans, now do we?"

hyakuya: well, you did say the doctors werent able to determine what's causing her sickness.

Kimizuki: "I know, okay? Could you... *sighs* Could we talk about something else?"

hyakuya: alright fine.....is that your natural hair? *smug grin*

Kimizuki: >_<# "Ha ha. Do you practice that scary face, or is natural?"

hyakuya: >XP

Kimizuki: "How immature..." *sticks out his tongue, pulls down his under-eyelids*

shinoa: ....when's the baby due?

hyakuya: AS IF!

Kimizuki: "Never!" *slams his book shut--onto his hand* "..." Q_____Q

shinoa: suuure. ^^

Mitsuba: "Is this a private conversation, or can anyone join in with critical remarks about how far behind Hyakuya is on her studies?"

hyakuya: what is this, pick on akane hour?

Yoichi: "I just wanted to fit in." Q_Q

hyakuya: *hug* i am so sorry i didnt mean to upset you you precious bean.

Yoichi: T~T "I'm sorry, too." *hug*

Kimizuki: "..." >_>;

Yoichi: "Let's have ice cream--with sprinkles and chocolate syrup!" TwT;

yumikage: *sips drink* look at them, enjoying their youths as best they can. brings back memories

Tsurugi: *whispers to Yumikage* "You're not young anymore, old man..."

yumikage: you wanna go? -_-#

-elsewhere-

marquis: *knocks* dumas? feeling better yet?

Dumas: *turned over in bed*

marquis: im making pudding~

Dumas: =~= "Pudding doesn't help..."

count: <so you miscalculated, so what?>

Dumas: <...I was nothing more than an 'acceptable loss,' 'collateral damage.' I lost 6 years of my life...and just killed 2 people.>

count: *chop* <oh stop your moping. beethoven didnt create his masterpieces by moping about his deafness. human beings are unpredictable, that's part of how we are.>

Dumas: "..." *chops her on the head* <Music is not killing people! What is your problem?!>

count: <im putting things into perspective! what's _your_ problem?>

Dumas: <I'm not interested in killing other people on this task--just the ones who ruined my life! Don't you get that?!!>

count: *sigh* <look, the world can be an unforgiving place sometimes. in some circumstances, you have to do some shitty things. 'sides, it's not like _you_ killed them directly, it was that crazy old hag that did it. if anything, blame her for fucking up and being an asshat>

Dumas: <...> *nods* <She will pay for this...>

-morning-

Katai: *yawns* =w= ("What good sleep...") *turns in bed*

blair: *snuggling him to her chest*

Katai: "?!" *opens his eyes* O\\\\\\\\\o; *small muffle*

blair: *yaaawn* morning~<3

Katai: .\\\\\\\. "...Hi? Um...What?"

blair: ~? want some waffles?

Katai: "...Yes. So much yes."

-elsewhere-

Kyoka: *staring at Mii*

mii: *snoozing* *cat yawn*

Kyoka: "...Maybe Mii is a vampire cat."

atsushi: hmm...nah.

Kyoka: "Just a thought." *pours tea for Atsushi* "We have the arcades to check."

atsushi: right.

-elsewhere-

liz: *checking grocery list*

Patty: *grabbing apples* "What else?"

liz: we need more milk.

Patty: " 'Kay! And chocolate syrup?"

liz: yep

Patty: "I think the kids deserve something..." *holds up cereal*

liz: *nods*

Patty: "Cool!" *dumps an entire shelf into the cart*

liz: ._.

Patty: "Now for the rest! Wes ask for anything?"

-elsewhere-

Yumi: *pours a glass of orange juice* "Here you go."

shiori: ^o^ thank you mama

Yumi: "You're welcome, sweetie. Kirika, donut?"

kirika: bacon please.

Yumi: "Okay." *serves some* "What are your plans today?"

kirika: *shrug* might just check out the arcade or somethin'

Yumi: "Okay--be safe out there, and call if you're going to be late for dinner."

kirika: i got'cha.

Yumi: *nods* "Well, Liz and Patty are still out. Have you seen Kid?"

kirika: out back.

Kid: *watering flowers in the backyard* "Hey, there, little ones. Ready for the new day?"

-elsewhere-

Cervantes: =w= *swaying with glee...*

benedetto: ???? <is he ok?>

Dumas: =_= <He probably did something stupid--ignore him...> *shoves a waffle into his mouth--then guzzles pancake syrup straight from the bottle*

benedetto: ._.

Cervantes: <The world is such a shinier color! If I could make a crayon of it, I would name it...'Love'!>

benedetto: ._.;;;;

*Dumas is giving off a dark aura while Cervantes gives off a light aura...They are stuck in their moods*

count: *DOUBLE SLAP* <PAY ATTENTION YOU FOOLS!>

Dumas: "OW!" <WHAT THE FUCK?!>

Cervantes: *shakes his head* <Sorry--what did I miss? Lunch?>

count: <you three are here for a reason, are you not?>

Cervantes: <Right! To help our friend get vengeance on his enemies--and avoid the plant woman from hurting us! And maybe having coffee with the pretty police officer...>

Dumas: =_= *grumbles* <Fine. My next disguise will be the smelly sad man. Happy, you recalcitrant jackass. Ugh. I'll go review Danglars's stock prices falling and see him. Boy, put on the dress.>

benedetto: =3= <i have a name you know.>

Dumas: <...'Andrea.'>

benedetto: =_=#

-elsewhere-

edouard: <valentine?>

Valentine: *lying in bed* "..."

edouard: <i snuck a muffin up for you.>

Valentine: "..." <Thanks. Leave it on the nightstand, please.>

edouard:....

-elsewhere-

Kyoka: "Thank you for coming with us, Kenji."

kenji: anytime. ^^

Lucy: *checking the map on her phone* "Chinom is around the corner..."

atsushi: *looks*

*the arcade looks spooky--appropriate for Death City, with some coffins along the exterior and bats on the facade*

sylvia: ....

Lucy: -_-; "Gee, this totally doesn't look like a vampire den at all..."

kenji: it looks nice. ^^

Lucy: "?!!"

atsushi: *steps forward*

*inside are a few teenagers playing games*

Ranpo: "Hmm...Pale people inside who look like they've never seen the outside...Eyes tired as if they are not used to sunlight and daytime hours...I can't tell whether they are gamers or vampires...Oh well!" *pulls out a pouch of quarters* "I'm hitting up Donkey Kong..."

sylvia: .~.

Kyoka: "How shall we speak to the manager? Explain our interest, or pass ourselves as customers?"

atsushi: maybe just look around for now.

Kyoka: *nods...looks at the black lights inside* "Hmm...With the right posters, this would not be bad for the apartment."

Gamer: *playing Tetris...looks back at them...*

kenji: *humming*

Lucy: "Well, if we're playing, who's up for air hockey?"

???: *whispering to Kenji* "Hey. Hey, you, buddy?"

kenji: ??

*someone in baggy clothes and messy hair smiles at Kenji*

???: "You're here 'cause you like games, right?"

kenji: i guess so.

???: "You ever play virtual reality games? They're the latest thing we got in stock."

kenji: oooh, i've heard about those!

???: "They're really neat! I'm testing out the newest one from the manufacturer--real big city operation, first of its kind, hardly anyone has tried it. You should take a crack at it..."

kenji: how much?

???: "For you? If you help me test it out, I'll make it free..."

kenji: wow golly! thanks!

???: *smiles, showing shiny teeth* "No, thank you..." *leads Kenji to the storeroom...*

sylvia: *looking around, nervous*

Kyoka: "Want to try skeeball?"

sylvia: o-ok...

*there's a small child near them, clubbing the whack-a-mole really hard with the mallet while cackling*

sylvia: .~.;;;;;;

*in the food court, someone has dumped too much ketchup onto their fries, as they dig in voraciously*

*someone in a hoodie plays Space Invaders near the air hockey table*

Lucy: "KAH!" *knocks the puck*

Hoodie: =_= ("Too loud...")

atsushi: *bumps into someone* oh, so sorry-

???: whatever...

Ranpo: "Hey! This thing is busted!" *slams a fist against the side of the cabinet*

Employee: ^^; "Sir, please do not hit the machine..."

kenji: ^3^~♫

Manager: "Now, just have a seat...I'm going to secure you into the chair..." *lowers the VR headset onto Kenji*

kenji: oooh, neato.

Manager: *secures straps on Kenji's wrists and ankles* "This will keep you in place when you use the foot and hand controls on your vehicle..." *chuckling to themselves as they look at Kenji's neck...*

kenji: feels kinda tight.

Manager: "It's for your safety...I'm going to start the game..."

kenji: ok!

*the VR headset blinks on, showing a road passing through a peaceful field*

kenji: ooooh.

Manager: "Lightly tap your left foot for gas, and use your hands to turn the wheel..."

kenji: ok, like this?

*the vehicle starts moving along the road*

Manager: "There! What a pro..." *licks their lips, looking at Kenji's neck* ("Scrawny, but that neck looks to be full of it...") "You must play a lot of these games back home..."

kenji: not often.

Manager: *leans in* "I wouldn't know it from seeing you in action..."

*in the game, a cow blocks the vehicle*

kenji: *hits the breaks*

Manager: "?! What?"

VR Cow: O_O "...Moo..." *leans down its head to Kenji, as if it wanted to be petted*

kenji: there was a cow! i have to let them pass through...aww, nice cow! *pet pet*

*Kenji's "petting" breaks the restraint--and punched the Manager through the wall*

kenji: ^^

Manager: *tossed into the arcade, crashing atop the air hockey table*

sylvia: EEP! >~<

Lucy: "?!!! You jerk! You owe me a quarter!" *tosses the puck at the Manager's head*

Employee: D:< "Oh, come on!"

atsushi: ?!

*the Manager has some...sharp teeth*

atsushi: !!!!! um....guys?

Lucy: O_____O;; "Now, let's not jump to conclusions...Maybe they're just a weapon! Plenty of weapons have sharp...teeth..."

Customer: "...Well, cover's blown..." *grabs Atsushi by the shoulder--and bites into his neck*

atsushi: *yells out in pain*

Lucy: "Atsushi!" *picks up billiard stick, breaks it into the Customer's face*

atsushi: t-thanks. *tiger arms*

Customer: "GAH! FUCK!" *crashes into Space Invaders, pulling the plug on it*

Hoodie: "... ... ..." *sighs*

Employee: "You idiots! I'll show you how it's done--" *grabs Ranpo by the sleeve* "Come here, you!"

Ranpo: "??!" *smashes his roll of quarters into the Employee's eye*

Employee: "GAH!"

*vampires chase Sylvia*

???: *pulls out a pistol and shoots the vampires point blank*

sylvia: *ducks* *scream*

Ranpo: "...Nice aim!"

???: thanks.

Kyoka: *using Demon Snow, it's light scaring away vampires*

Ranpo: "And now for you!" *grabs Hoodie* "I've seen you here, and I know who you are!"

Hoodie: "...I just wanted some time away. 'Go out and have fun,' she said...I'm tired now..." *walks up to a vampire*

Ranpo: *smirks*

Vampire: *yells in Hoodie's face*

Hoodie: "..." *a tonfa pops out of their sleeve*

Vampire: "?!"

*POW*

Asher: =_= "I should've stayed home..."

Lucy: O_O; "...Vampires have tonfa?"

Ranpo: "They're a weapon, stupid."

Lucy: *GLARE*

atsushi: actually, i think that person goes to our school.

Asher: "First plant monsters, now vampires...I'm going to lie down in the back for a bit..."

kenji: hehe ^^

Asher: "...Weird." *sits in the manager's chair...* "Zzz..."

atsushi: is that all of them?

Manager: *sits up* "YOU STUPID LITTLE MEAT-BAGS! JUST DIE AND LET US FEAST ON YOUR BLOOD! I--"

sylvia: *throws something at them*

Manager: *KO'ed by a Rubix cube from the prize booth*

Kyoka: "Good work, Sylvia."

sylvia: t-thank you...

Employee: O_X; *tries to sneak out the front door--*

-BANG-

Employee: *SCREAMS, falls forward* "I-I'm sorry! Don't kill me!"

???: alright. i'll give you till tonight to leave this place.

Ranpo: "Before we even find out who they were working for? No way this operation was just these idiots..."

Employee: "I'll leave! I'll leave!"

???: good.

Lucy: *looks at the company name* "Chinom..." *wipes something off the counter--revealing "CHINOMIYAKO"* "???"

???: hmm...

Kyoka: "??? 'Chi No Miyako'? 'Blood City'?"

Ranpo: "..." ._____. "Oh."

Lucy: *smirks* "Now who's the idiot?"

Ranpo: >3< "I can't be expected to catch every bit of writing!"

???: alright, start checking around. there should be a passageway.

Lucy: *looks under the bar at the food court*

atsushi: wait, just who are you?

???: call me doctor belmont.

Ranpo: "..."

Lucy: *opens her mouth--then shuts it* "Too easy."

kenji: *slips the VR headset off* what i miss?

Kyoka: "They were all vampires."

Asher: *yawns* =_= "Too loud..."

kenji: oh.

Ranpo: "So, Doctor, you hunt vampires?" *checking behind cabinets*

belmont: sometimes. i'm more of a hunter for hire. a mercenary if you will.

Ranpo: "We've seen a few of those. We're the Armed Detective Agency of Death City."

belmont: ah, so i've figured, given the samurai ghost and were-tiger.

atsushi: ^^;

Demon Snow: *stare*

Ranpo: "Our reputation precedes us..." *pushes one more cabinet*

kenji: *opens a door that reads 'employee's only*

*stairs lead downward, with candles dotting the sides of the stairway*

belmont: huh, hidden in plain sight.

atsushi: the candles seem a bit cliche.

Asher: "Personally, I was hoping for a TRON reference."

Ranpo: "Well, after you, Doc."

-elsewhere-

Jordan: "I'll take the burger!"

Daisy: "Bloody mary."

louisa: a latte please.

Zuno: "Is the breakfast menu done?"

Assi: "Thanks for treating us, sir!"

Fitzgerald: "...I'm not paying for this."

louisa: ._.

Daisy: "Sir..."

Fitzgerald: "..." *sighs* "I'll pay for nachos--but that's it."

mary: *feeding toby under the table*

Toby: =w= *nom*

Waiter: ._.; <Is that fox a service animal?>

louisa: ...<yes?>

Waiter: <Okay...> ^^; <Not from around here?>

-elsewhere-

Iida: *jogging...then stops* "..." *turns quickly*

*no one is there*

Iida: "..."

mashirao: oh, iida, whats up?

Iida: "?! Oh...You startled me...I thought someone was nearby..."

mashirao: sorry. ^^;

Iida: *smiles* "Not at all. How is your day going?"

mashirao: just getting some groceries.

Iida: "Ah--hope it went well. And that you're dining well ahead of our training camp!"

???: BOO!

Iida: "!!!!" *leaps up*

hagakure: gotcha~

Iida: "Wh-What?! Hagakure?"

hagakure: hiya~ just me.

Iida: "I see your skill at staying hidden is only improving..."

hagakure: ^^

Iida: "Were you also out with Ojiro?"

hagakure: yep!

Iida: "..." *smiles* "Very good..." *looks behind them* "..."

hagakure:...what's up?

Iida: "Sorry...I keep having the sense someone is following me...And doing a poor job of it."

*some muttering is heard...*

hagakure: *looks*

Izuku: *hiding behind a corner* O_O;

hagakure: hey izuku!

Iida: -_-;

Izuku: ^^; "Hi...How is everyone?"

-elsewhere-

aya: booooored.

Kunikida: "I know a fun activity..."

aya: *looks up*

Kunikida: *drops a stack of papers in front of her* "Alphabetize and file." *goes back to typing*

Fukuzawa: *walking by*

aya: hey mr fukuzawa?

Fukuzawa: "Hmm?"

aya: do they have secretary uniforms in a size small?

Fukuzawa: "Yes--we try to keep them for all potential employees of all body types."

aya: do they come in like, kid sizes?

Fukuzawa: "Likely...I assume you want one?"

aya: well if im being expected to do paperwork, may as well fit in, eh? if i cant be on field, then im gonna make some stinkin' income.

Kunikida: "?! Now wait a second--"

Fukuzawa: "Naomi, could you show our newest secretary to her uniform?"

naomi: um....sure. ^^;

Kunikida: "B-But, sir--"

Fukuzawa: "??? Is it not one of our policies that our employees adhere to a dress code? A rule you wrote?"

Kunikida: "..." *sighs* "Yes, sir..."

aya: 737;

Tanizaki: ^^; ("Small miracles...Glad I'm not wearing one of those...again.") >_>;

-elsewhere-

Mori: "Please, Elise! Just try it on just once!"

elise: would you give it a rest already? -3- miura, how about you do it?

miura: i'll have to have a shrinking protocol installed first.

Mori: ._.; "You...You can do that?"

miura: not right now. i'll consider bringing it up with kajii at my next tuning-up.

Mori: "...Call him. Immediately. Now."

miura: *chop*

Mori: >3<

miura: behave yourself. your reputation is bad enough as it is.

Mori: "I was pardoned..."

miura: i meant amongst members of the mafia.

Mori: "...That reminds me. I want to have increased security."

miura: ..very well...

Mori: "Good. And I will be reviewing each member of security thoroughly..."

-elsewhere-

Akutagawa: =~= "This attire is...not my usual."

naoya: better than nothing, right?

Akutagawa: *grumbles* "Some of us lack a wide range of stylistic options..."

naoya: aw c'mon, the rock look is totally slick on you! ^^

Akutagawa: *sighs, looking at his shirt*

-seems to be a grey shirt with a black leather jacket and pants-

Akutagawa: "..." *knocks one of his boots against the wall* "...At least these look durable..."

-elsewhere-

Chuuya: "Want to help me fold laundry?"

miyuri: ok!

sonia: *nods*

Chuuya: "Okay. Miyuri, you can start with towels--fold them twice."

miyuri: ^^

Chuuya: "And Sonia, you can fold shirts..."

sonia: right.

Chuuya: *pulls out the laundry storage bins* "And I'll put some socks together..."

-elsewhere-

Lucy: =_= "Is this going to be a trend that our missions take us into dark underground locations against superpowered people?"

atsushi: at this point, im willing to put it on good authority.

Lucy: "...How is the bite healing?"

atsushi: getting better.

Lucy: "..." *holds his hand*

Ranpo: *whispers* "So, Doc, how do you take out vampires?"

belmont: your best bet is to aim for the heart or head. usually a wood stake or bullet infused with holy water does the trick on the weaker ones.

Kyoka: "Good for anyone with such materials..." *holds up a broken billiard stick*

Kyoka: "..." *rests a hand on Sylvia's shoulder*

belmont: sunlight also is shown to have an adverse effect on most vampires, depending on how strong they are, it's either an instant death or a slow and painful one.

Ranpo: "Hmm...We're a bit too low underground for that..."

belmont: then i suggest taking one of these. *hands him a spare pistol* hope you have good aim.

Ranpo: "..." *holds it*

Lucy: "If this gets too rough, I'm pulling us to Anne's room..."

kenji: *humming*

*some creaks...*

sylvia: EEK! >~<

Ranpo: "Just creaky steps--nothing to worry about--" *shines the candle, revealing multiple coffins littered throughout the cavernous room*

atsushi: ._.;;;

Lucy: O_O;

Kyoka: "..."

Ranpo: "...Yeah, I don't think we have enough for all of these, so let's quietly leave..."

-something lunges at them-

Lucy: "EEEK!"

Ranpo: "?!" *ducking, trying to get away*

Kyoka: "Don't get separated." *stabbing with the billiard stick*

kenji: huh?

*A vampire lunges at Kenji...They look emaciated...*

kenji: hello! ^^

Vampire: *SHRIEKS, grabbing Kenji by the arm, swinging him towards the wall--*

kenji: woah!

Vampire: *slams Kenji into the wall*

kenji: GRK-

atsushi: *swings tiger arm*

Vampire: *tries to dodge--but gets knocked down the stairs*

*the Vampire hits a coffin, knocking out...3 tinier vampires*

atsushi: any plans?

Kyoka: "Stab the heart."

Asher: =_= *still in the back* "Um..."

atsushi: *PUNCH*

Tiny Vampire 1: *punched through the heart*

-elsewhere-

Twice: "I keep digging, and nothing's happening!"

Muscular: "Because you keep shoveling into my hole!"

Twice: "Okay, I'll dig up, then!"

banshee: *checking the map*

Dabi: "Think about what you need down here to put this much dirt over it..." *wipes his brow*

-thunk-

Dabi: "??? Who went 'thunk'?"

himiko: i found something!

Dabi: "??? Is it a case?" *climbs up out of his tunnel*

himiko: looks like it!

Dabi: "Okay. Kirby hid that thing here because it was developed for construction--until it overpowered and knocked down Orion into a ghost town. So whatever you do, don't put it on, and don't use it--"

himiko: *wearing it and punches a rock, which sends her back flying* WAH!

Dabi: "?!" =_=

Twice: "Wow...She went 30 feet! NO, MORE LIKE 10 YARDS!"

banshee: are you alright?

himiko: @w@ awawawawa

Muscular: "Tiny glove, though..." *flexes his fist* "Still...I'd live to test out against it..." *sadistic grin*

-elsewhere-

Tanizaki: "--then put the reimbursement forms in the 'Reimbursement' box for the President's review..." *files some forms into the box*

aya: hmm...

Tanizaki: "It's not the most interesting work, but after the kind of things we've faced, it's nice to do something that is a little less fatal...Oh, that reminds me..." *fills out a form* "You have to fill out a form every time you are treated by Dr. Yosano."

aya: really?

Tanizaki: "Really, so that the reports, um...align with what Dr. Yosano reports happened...And to keep an eye on any weird side-effects..." >_>;

aya: ._.;

-elsewhere-

Lord Wilmore: <Don't fall behind, Andrea...>

andrea: *grunt*

???: <Lord Wilmore, wait!> *huffing and puffing is heard*

Lord Wilmore: "..." *small smile* <At least one good thing is going well...> *turns, smiles widely* <Monsieur Danglars! Good day!>

Danglars: *pushes Andrea out of the way*

*some bystanders look at Danglars, whispering about him...*

andrea: <ah!>

Lord Wilmore: <?!> *frowns* <Sir, I ask you not to push my child out of the way-->

Danglars: *grabs Lord Wilmore by his coat* <Don't tell me what to do to your brat, you bastard! I'm losing a fortune because of you!> *shakes him*

Lord Wilmore: *his eyes go dark* <Unhand me this instant, you ignorant swine!> *grabs his wrists, squeezing*

Danglars: <AH!> *screams, his wrists getting crushed*

eugenie: <papa!>

Lord Wilmore: *stops...lets go, letting Danglars fall onto him, as he supports him* *smiles* <Get ahold of yourself, old man...Now...> *pretends to hold him close in friendship--but is squeezing his shoulder rather hard* <What are you and your delightful family doing this fine day...?> *looks to Mrs. Danglars*

Danglars: Q~Q *squeaks*

hermine: <we were....getting crepes.>

eugenie: <hi andrea!>

andrea: *holding onto 'her' head*

Lord Wilmore: *smiles at Hermine* <I'm afraid Andrea had a nasty stumble--could you keep an eye on her while your husband and I chat about our continuing business?>

hermine: <r-right....come along girls...>

andrea:......

Danglars: *whispers* <That really hurt! Are you trying to kill me physically too now?!>

Lord Wilmore: <??? What's wrong?>

Danglars: <I've taken a beating in my stocks! Fallacious articles lying about my ships! Investors pulling out! But you--you're not suffering like me, you rich, sniveling little shit! Why are you ahead? Why are you always-->

{Dumas: *looking at his compass* <See? If we follow this path, we'll be home before we know it, sir!>}

{leclare: <excellent, alex. i can always count on you.> *smiles*>}

{Danglars: <B-But sir! I had that same idea yesterday--and you told me it was ridiculous!>}

{leclare: <you didnt account for a change in weather.>}

{Danglars: <WHO CAN PREDICT THE WEATHER?!>}

{Dumas: <Hey, it's alright--some of us aren't meant to be meteorologists...>}

{Danglars: <WHAT DO SPACEMEN HAVE TO DO WITH THIS?!>}

{Dumas: "... ..." <Wow. That's just sad...> *turns back to Leclare* <Sir, I think that bottle of Amontillado should've chilled by now--ready to taste it?>}

{leclare: <why yes, morrel, keep an eye on things up here.>}

{morrel: <yes sir.>}

{Danglars: *STARING DAGGERS AS DUMAS AND LECLARE WALK AWAY* <That stupid, stupid, ugly piece of putrid shit! Always getting every pretty face at every port! Getting all the praise for my hard work! He can't even tell right from left--is he stupid or something?!>}

Danglars: *has gotten pale* O_O

Lord Wilmore: "..." *blinks* <My good sir...You look like you've seen a ghost...>

Danglars: ("...No...No way...Just a trick of my mind...") *forced smile* <N-No...I just...came here to ask for some advancement on my investment in your company...A few thousand dollars...>

Lord Wilmore: "???" <I could return on your investment, but that's for shareholders--so, rather illegal-->

Danglars: <DO I LOOK LIKE A MAN WHO IS IMPEDED BY LAWS?!>

Lord Wilmore: "..." *smiles* <Do tell...>

Danglars: <Hmph! I once made sure a man was sent to prison--so I could be the new golden child at our old shipping company! And I did it all with the man who wanted to fuck his fiancee!>

Lord Wilmore: *forced smile* "..." ("HE'S SERIOUSLY ADMITTING TO CRIMES IN PUBLIC--AND HE BRINGS UP MERCEDES NOW?! I'M GOING TO RIP HIS THROAT OUT--")

Bystanders: *walking by...*

Lord Wilmore: "..." *calms himself* *smiles, walking him back to Hermine and the children* <Of course...Now, I admire a man who is willing to do _anything_...but I will not break the law on this. Instead, I'll give you a loan--at a low interest rate, my friend...>

Danglars: *tears of joy* TwT

eugenie: <papa? are you ok?>

Danglars: *picks up Eugenie, tossing her into the air with glee* <We're saved!>

eugenie: *laughs* ^u^

hermine: ....

Lord Wilmore: *writes out the check* <Here you are, sir-->

Danglars: *hands Eugenie back to Hermine, snatches the check--* <Thank you, my lord!> *bows--then gives a wet kiss to Hermine's cheek* <I'll be home later!> *skips away with glee--almost running into Andrea again*

hermine: <ah->

Lord Wilmore: ^^; <He is rather spirited, isn't he?>

hermine: <....i suppose...>

Lord Wilmore: <...> *holds out an envelope with her name on it*

hermine: ??

Lord Wilmore: <Mrs. Danglars...Get out.>

hermine: ?!

Lord Wilmore: <Think. You know he is in trouble, right?>

hermine:....

Lord Wilmore: <These tickets are for you and Eugenie. They'll take you wherever you want to go. But please...don't get hurt in all of this. You can't afford to be collateral damage when he screws up.>

hermine: .......

-elsewhere-

peppino: *looks around*

*someone walks by...seems to be the person she seeks...*

peppino: <hello~>

Beauchamp: "???" *turns* <...Hi?>

peppino: *hands him something* ^w^

Beauchamp: <?!! Hey, I already got in a lot of trouble-->

peppino: <it's just a little audio recording i kept~ and you're probably scared about going to prison again, so maybe you could help me put someone else behind bars? that way, mr vampa and i can leave without problems.> ^^

Beauchamp: <...Okay...Who's Vampa?>

peppino: <...someone important.>

Beauchamp: <'Kay, nothing cryptic there...And if I throw this away?>

peppino: <at least give it a listen first.>

Beauchamp: <...If this audio recording blows up on me, I'm going to be very cross.>

peppino: =3= <it woooont.>

Beauchamp: <...Very well. And after I listen to it, how do I contact you if you _leave_?>

peppino: <you wont have to worry about me after you hear it...>

Beauchamp: O_O; <Oh, God, this is some suicide cult or 'The Ring,' isn't it?>

peppino: *chop* <you're too paranoid!>

Beauchamp: T~T <Okay, okay, fine--I'll look into it...>

-elsewhere-

Yohei: *sets up a mini basketball hoop* "Okay, kids..." *hands a tiny basketball*

toru: ba!

Yohei: "Yep--ball. Care to drop it into the basket?"

toru: ...*drops it*

Yohei: "Good work, big man!" *holds up his hand at Toru's level for a high-five*

toru: ^o^

Yohei: "Hee hee..." *bounces the ball*

-elsewhere-

Vampire: "STOP! MAKE IT STOP!"

atsushi: *WHACK*

Vampire 2: "AAH! MY FACE!"

Vampire 3: *trying to sneak away...*

kenji: *TOSS*

Vampire 3: "GAK!"

Kyoka: *picks up the head of one vampire* "I think this one is ready to talk..."

Vampire Head: Q____Q;

sylvia: *faints*

Lucy: *catches Sylvia*

Asher: *still clubbing a vampire...glances* "...Is that a head? Neat."

Vampire Head: T~T "Just kill me...What do you want?!"

belmont: first off, are you working for anyone?

Vampire Head: "I'm now missing the neck down--do I look like I'm doing this on my own?! Of course I work for someone!"

belmont: who is it?

Vampire Head: "...The Progenitors."

atsushi: progenitors?

Vampire Head: "Really powerful vampires who sire powerful vampires, and so on..."

belmont: why would they have business in death city?

Vampire Head: "..." *small laugh* "You know, for the 'City of Second Chances,' a lot of people sure go missing here, don't they?"

belmont:....

Ranpo: "And when they go missing, you all feed off them..."

atsushi:....

Lucy: "Who knows how many 'missing people reports' may lead right here..."

-elsewhere-

Kimizuki: *cooking lunch* "...Quiet around here..."

mitsuba: maybe everyone's out on missions?

Kimizuki: "...Likely...I think it would be worth asking..."

mitsuba: *looks out into the hall*

*looks like some equipment has been tossed into the hallway*

mitsuba: ugh, so sloppy. *picking it up*

Kimizuki: *not even looking back* "I wouldn't do that--she's busy tinkering again..."

mitsuba: ??

*a giant console is tossed out of the garage, almost hitting Mitsuba's foot*

mitsuba: *jumps back* HEY!

Tinker: *pops her head out, still wearing her mask* "Hmm? Oh, sorry! Could you scoot back a bit...?"

mitsuba: ._.

-elsewhere-

rowena:...edgar? are you sure you're alright?

Poe: =_=# "I'm fine..." *sips long on tea...*

rowena:....is this about mr mikuni?

Poe: >_<# "Who? You mean that lanky cowboy...?"

rowena: why does he upset you so much?

Poe: "I just think someone who is that lackadaisical requires extra vigilance, especially when fooling around with the occult..."

rowena: perhaps, but i think he does mean well. he did help save me from that man...

Poe: =^= "Just be careful around him--such men can be troublesome."

rowena: ^^; *hug* you worry a lot, you know?

Poe: "..." T~T "I don't want you hurt..."

-elsewhere-

Johannes: "Did I get them all?" *he's bandaging his bruises*

metsu: i believe so.

Jeje: "Was it really okay to let non-vampires and non-Eves to pursue those kind?"

Mikuni: *twirling a keychain on his finger* "Why not? Consider it a trial run..."

metsu:...you realize if they die, their blood is on your hands.

Mikuni: *smirks* "Do you honestly think I'd send sheep to the slaughter without considering whether a shepherd joined them? Or a dog to keep them on their path?"

metsu: ....

Mikuni: "Until then, we keep up our work--starting with inventorying the remaining goods--" *spots the dolls for sale* "...And returning the heads to the missing ones."

Johannes: *innocent whistling*

-elsewhere-

Cervantes: <?! What happened to you two?!> *looks at Dumas* <Why are you...smiling?>

benedetto:...*shrugs*

Dumas: *deep inhale* <I feel accomplished...Maybe things will go better...>

-elsewhere-

Daisy: =_= "We're lost, and only one of us knows the language..."

mary: *looking around*

Jordan: *looks at a sign* " 'Circus Maximus'...Sounds fun!"

louisa: *checking the travel guide*

Fitzgerald: *holding his own umbrella* "It's where chariot races were held, before you start thinking of elephants and clowns..."

Jordan: "I-I wasn't..." >_>;;;

mary: ooooh.

Fitzgerald: "There's always the Coliseum for fights to the death and lions eating prisoners..." *sighs* "The olden times..." *looks wistfully*

louisa:...... riiiiight.... >->;;

Assi: "Well, there are fountains, the thermal baths, the Sistine Chapel..."

mary: *snapping pics*

Daisy: "Sending those to Bram?"

mary: yep!

Jordan: "Too bad he couldn't come along..."

-elsewhere-

atsushi: *outside, nervous*

Lucy: "...Hey."

atsushi: hey...

Lucy: "How are you holding up?" *puts a hand on his shoulder*

atsushi:...ok i guess. a bit shaken though…

Lucy: "Y-Yeah...If you didn't have your regeneration..." *shivers*

atsushi:...*hugs*

Lucy: *holds onto him, trying to steady herself* "That was goshdarn intense!"

kenji: yeah, let's get some food. we need to regain our energy.

Asher: =_= ("...Cassidy is going to kill me for this...")

Kyoka: "Good. Ranpo, how many quarters do you have left?"

Ranpo: >3< *holds them to himself*

belmont: *hands atsushi a card; a business card* just something to keep in touch.

Lucy: "???"

-elsewhere-

banshee: *calling on her phone*

Kurogiri: *answering* "Hello."

banshee: we found it.

Kurogiri: "Excellent. Ready for your return?"

banshee: yes.

*Warp Gates open up*

banshee: let's go.

Dabi: "Don't fire it, ever again."

Twice: "Do a dive into it, Muscular--it's fun! WHEE!" *dives in--and slams into a bar stool* "...Ow."

himiko: ^^;

Kurogiri: "Welcome back. How did the first mission for our newest recruit go?"

Muscular: "..." *crosses his arms, grunts*

banshee: it was successful, and we did find this. *hands him the gauntlet*

Kurogiri: "So, this was what was hidden in Orion. How powerful is it?"

himiko: very!

Dabi: =_=; "Reinforce it."

Kurogiri: "I already have storage ready..." *warps it* "But someone needs to deal with our prisoner."

-elsewhere-

Amaimon: "??? Teacher-Niece? Looks like someone is here for you."

stocking: hm?

Kid: *waves*

stocking: kid! *hugs* what a surprise!

students: awww!

girl: get a room!

Kid: ^^; "Hi! I thought I would stop by. I'm not interrupting, am I?"

stocking: we were just about to start class, actually.

Kid: "Then I won't interrupt--see you after?"

stocking: meet up for dinner?

Kid: *nods* "It's a date."

stocking: see you then~ *blows a kiss*

Kid: *blushes, waves*

stocking: ^///^ *ahem* alright, now where were we...

sonia: *stares out into the backyard*

Chuuya: *hammering*

sonia:...papa?

Chuuya: "Hmm? Yes, Sonia?"

sonia: can we put hydrangeas in the garden?

Chuuya: "Hmm...I don't see why not."

sonia: thanks. i think mommy liked them.

Chuuya: "..." *sighs* "Yes. She did. Aunt Ichiyo had said she mentioned them..."

sonia:...im a bit nervous for tomorrow.

Chuuya: *nods* "I know. It can be anxious...The important thing is to face that fear. After all, no one at your school is more important than anyone else."

sonia:...*nod*

Chuuya: "Would you feel better if I spoke to your teacher about anything?"

sonia:...i dont know.

Chuuya: "...Maybe you could show Miyuri some of your drawings? The hallway had really nice ones."

sonia: i'd like that.

Chuuya: *smiles* "You're a good sister."

-elsewhere-

Danglars: *counting his money* "Hee hee..."

hermine:...*sneaking downstairs*

Danglars: *not noticing, giggling like a madman*

hermine:....*steps outside to the car, packing luggage*

Lucian: *whispering* <How much more?>

hermine: <this should be the last of it...im scared, lucian. where do we go from here?>

Lucian: "..." *sighs, holds her hands* <Take the ticket--and get somewhere. Are there any relatives or friends you could visit?>

hermine: ...<i dont really speak with my parents anymore.>

Lucian: *nods* <...I know someone.>

hermine: ??

Lucian: *hands her a business card* <If you give my name, I know he will keep you safe. He is very good.>

hermine: ....<thank you, so much. you're a really good person.>

Lucian: *shakes his head* <No, I'm not. I just can't stand to see this happening to you two...> *looks at Eugenie, smiles* <You'll be a good girl until we see each other again?>

eugenie: *she nods* *hugs* <i'll miss you, uncle lucy>

Lucian: T~T *hug* <So will I...>

-elsewhere-

dulcenia: *examining case files*

Beauchamp: *throws open the door, panting*

dulcenia: ?! <what the->

Beauchamp: <I am here...> *exhales, pants* <Jeez, that was a long run...I-I am here with evidence that is going to shock you!>

dulcenia: <what the blazes are you talking about?>

Beauchamp: <Arson!>

dulcenia: ?!

Beauchamp: <Multiple fires! The criminals are on this tape planning it!>

dulcenia: ??

Beauchamp: *presses play on his phone*

Person 1: <--and now that their check cleared, you know what to do.>

dulcenia: *listening*

Person 2: <Hang on--I'm still confused. When someone 'burns for the insurance money,' since when does the _insurance company_ collect?>

Person 1: <I insure for _higher_ than the value of their property. _They_ pay me more.>

dulcenia: !!! *in spanish* <son of a bitch..>

Beuchamp: <You recognize that voice? Can you check it?>

dulcenia: <provided this isnt some hoax. but yes, we'll take it to Ali to scan it.>

Beauchamp: *nods* <I can describe the woman who gave me the audio...>

-elsewhere-

Kunikida: "Where are they..."

-text message from ranpo-

Kunikida: *reads*

ranpo: [getting food @Ihop. pancakes r hella, will report l8er]

Kunikida: ._. "..." -_-; [we were worried]

ranpo: [had a lil trouble, but we cool]

Kunikida: [very well. submit your report upon your return]

-elsewhere-

???: *holding up a photo of 'Andrea'* <Found him. And the weirdos who took him.>

-inside-

marquis: <ok, so danglars is mostly taken care of, now we have to deal with mondego, right?>

Dumas: *sets his disguises onto mannequins...* <Yes...That's going to take more work...> *picks up a knife, checking its sharpness*

Cervantes: ^w^; <I may have an idea...I met someone who may help~>

benedetto: ??

Dumas: <Who?>

Cervantes: <That angelic police officer! I spoke with her-->

Dumas: <?!!!! WHAT.>

marquis: <what all did you tell her?>

Cervantes: <How we should share a Three Musketeers bar-->

-something is thrown into the window-

Dumas: <?!>

Cervantes: O_O;;;

marquis: !!! *grabs onto benedetto*

Dumas: <Shit!> *smashes the lamp next to him--*

-from outside-

*BOOM*

???: <...> *smiles*

marquis: *lands in the bushes with benedetto* <are you alright?!>

benedetto: !!!!

???: <See? I knew you could survive that, kiddo.>

marquis: ?? <who-?>

???: *pushes Marquis away, grabs Benedetto by the arm* <Don't you have anything to say to me?>

benedetto: <ow! that hurts, uncle bert!>

Bertuccio: <Not as much as this will hurt you...> *pulls back his hand--*

marquis: *tackles bertuccio*

Bertuccio: <?!> *lets go of Benedetto* <Get off me, you bitch!>

marquis: <leave him alone! he doesnt deserve to be abused like that! no one does!>

Bertuccio: <That kid is mine! I made him who he is--a thief who can escape anything, steal from anyone--and has no time for flighty, ugly, weak-ass losers like you!> *swings his fist at Marquis*

marquis: AH! <how could you be so cruel to your own family?!>

Bertuccio: <Ha! Buddy, if you saw that boy's family, I did him a favor!> *kicks at Marquis*

marquis: ??

benedetto: <what do you mean?>

Bertuccio: <...Oh, so now I'm supposed to tell the runaway his origin story? How I found some infant in some treasure box--and the 'treasure' was this little urchin?!>

benedetto: ?!?!

Bertuccio: <So, Bene, which did you want: buried alive to die, or fight to live?>

marquis: ?!?!?!

Bertuccio: <I stabbed that man who was burying you in that garden--and I made sure you didn't go back before some other inhuman monster did worse.>

marquis: <what man?>

Bertuccio: <That judge I always see putting thieves like me behind bars--Villefort.>

marquis: !!!!!!!!

Bertuccio: <I knew I should've blackmailed that judge--but he'd probably kill me like he tried to do to his own son-->

benedetto: .....<what?>

Bertuccio: <??? 'What' what? He tried to bury you alive! Your dad didn't want you except dead! Who knows what mom wanted, burying you in some garden-->

marquis: *PUNCHES BERTUCCIO IN THE STOMACH*

Bertuccio: Q_____Q *collapses*

marquis: *glares at him*

*a groan is heard behind Marquis*

marquis: !! *looks*

Cervantes: *crawling out from wreckage--as Dumas holds up the debris*

Dumas: <Hurry...>

marquis: <are you two alright?!>

Cervantes: <I think so-->

Dumas: <I JUST FINISHED SETTING UP MY DISGUISES! I BARELY HAD ENOUGH DARKNESS TO HOLD THIS! WHAT THE HELL?!>

marquis:.....<this man. have him arrested....>

Dumas: *tosses the debris* <...How are we supposed to do that?! And for what-->

Cervantes: <Hello? Police?> *on his phone* <Put on the angelic officer, please~>

benedetto:........*too stunned to say anything*

Dumas: *grunts, looks at Benedetto* <...You okay?>

marquis:.... <i think things got more complicated.....bene.....is villefort's son...>

Dumas: <... ... ...> *falls back* <You got to be kidding me.>

-elsewhere-

Asher: *unlocks the door to their apartment*

cassidy: there you are! do you have any idea how worried sick i was?!

Asher: "I know. I'm sorry. Something happened."

cassidy: *sighs* im just...i worry about you.

Asher: "..." *nods* "...This city is scary."

-elsewhere-

Kid: *pulls out a chair for Stocking*

stocking: *takes a seat*

Kid: *sits across from her* "I'm happy you're here."

stocking: *smiles* im happy you're here too.

Kid: ^\\\^ "Shall we order?" *opens his menu*

stocking: *nods*

-elsewhere-

yuu uraraka: *posing*

Mr. Uraraka: "Ballerina!"

ochako: flamingo!

Mrs. Uraraka: "A crane!"

Mr. Uraraka: "A Haijima Telescopic Crane 4200 with Hydraulic Extending/Retractable Boom!"

yuu uraraka: that's correct.

Mr. Uraraka: "Yes!"

-elsewhere-

Relan: "Hey." *nudge*

tamaki: ??

Relan: "I think it's my turn to keep watch by the phone..."

tamaki: ah.

Relan: "Going to bed or nap at least?" *sits by the phone, picks up a book*

tamaki: probably.

Relan: "Well, have a good night. I'll hit the alarm if there's anything..." *next to the phone is a camel-shaped alarm with the hump as a button*

-elsewhere-

Danglars: *yawns, walks into the dining room* <Good morning, wife, daughter, Lucian...> *looks* "..." <Lucian? Where are they?>

lucian: <errands>

Danglars: <Huh. Splendid! Glad to see Heloise getting an early start--and with the kid out for the day, I can finally concentrate on important things...> *pulls out his phone, starts scrolling through social media* <...Ha! Funny cat picture.>

-elsewhere-

*Mono's phone gets a text alert*

mono: ??

*It's a pic of Assi and Zuno, posing in front of the Leaning Tower--Zuno is "pushing" it down, Assi is trying to push it back up*

mono:....*small smile*

Yohei: "OOOOOOOOOooo..."

mono: *YELPS*

Yohei: "Looks like Assi and Zuno are having fun..."

-elsewhere-

valentine: ............

-there is various muttering amongst the funeral attendees-

Max: *walks into the Church, looking around* "..."

valentine: *biting her lip, looking down at the ground*

Minister: *shaking the hand of one guest* <Thank you for coming. Thank you...>

Max: "..." *walks up to her* <Valentine...I'm so sorry.>

valentine: *she doesnt say anything* ......

Max: "..." <If you need anything, Grandmother and I are here...>

valentine:.......

-elsewhere-

Cervantes: ^w^ <Thanks for putting us up for the night yesterday...>

Dumas: -_- <This bed is too cramped--move over.>

count: <any time. i even had your costumes replaced if needed.>

Dumas: T~T <Thank goodness...Do you know how hard it is to find the right wig to play Wilmore?>

count: <its understandable.>

Cervantes: <...How's Bene holding up?>

count: .....<he wants to find his mom...>

Dumas: *sighs* <Well, she's dead. Villefort remarried after his first wife died...>

count: <but what about _before_ he remarried? think about it. did bertuccio ever tell _where_ the child was buried?>

Cervantes: <Marquis had said the jerk forbade Bene to go back to that 'garden.' Maybe Bene knows that location?>

count: hmm...<i'll see what else i can get from him.>

Cervantes: ^w^ <Thanks! And let's look on the bright side: we got that jerk locked up...> =\\\w\\\=

-elsewhere-

stocking: *snuggled in bed*

Kid: *smooch*

stocking: i do not want to get out of bed today. im way too comfortable.

Kid: "Well, if I get of bed, I worry you'll get uncomfortable...or lonely." *cuddle*

stocking: *purrs*

Kid: *rubs her arm* =w= "Just 8 more minutes...Then I'll bring you breakfast in bed..."

-elsewhere-

Kazue: "..." *lowers a rope down the side of a building*

Saria: *looking up* "...What was wrong with them taking the stairs?"

lukas: beats me...

Kazue: *lands, pulls out a scroll* <Okay. Where are we heading?>

-elsewhere-

miyuri: *shiny eyes* WOOOOOOOOW!!!

Chuuya: "Now, don't walk too far--I think this may be 30 minutes?"

miyuri: okay!

sonia: *holding onto miyuri's hand*

*the hallway has some other students waiting for their parents*

Student: *glares at Sonia*

miyuri: *peeking into classrooms* WOOOW!

*the lights are off in other rooms, with desks lined up and whiteboards on the walls*

*looks like markers on the whiteboards, too*

miyuri: *GASP* what's that?

sonia: those are the whiteboards.

sonia: ^-^; that's the janitor's closet.

Student: *whispers to another one* "Who's that? Her stupid sister or something?"

sonia:.....*turns*

miyuri: *waves* hiiii! ^w^

Student: "?! ...Weirdo. You stupid or something?"

-PUNCH-

miyuri: hm?

sonia: *shaking, her hand balled up into a fist*

Student: *knocked down, holding his eye* "Ow! What the hell is wrong with you?! Freak!"

sonia: *glaring at him*

mother: arnie!! *hugs him* are you ok, sweetie?!

Arnie: *sniffs* "She hit me! She's a freak!"

mother: *glares at sonia* how dare you! what do you have to say for yourself, you little ingrate?!

sonia:.....

Arnie: "She should be expelled!"

miyuri: sonia? are you ok?

Chuuya: *steps out* "?! Sonia? What's wrong?"

teacher: what on earth is happening here?

mother: this little brat struck my baby!

Chuuya: *glares at the mother* "Sonia?"

sonia:...apologize...

Chuuya: "..." *looks at the boy--glaring*

sonia:...i dont care what happens to me...but i want you to apologize to my sister right now...

Chuuya: "..." *pats Sonia and Miyuri's shoulders*

mother: you expect an apology after you assaulted my child?! i should take you to court for this! *points to chuuya* _you_ need to control your children's wild behavior before they end up in prison!

Chuuya: *narrows his eyes* "I am sorry Sonia hit your child. Now it's his turn to apologize for what he did to her so she couldn't even come to class without fearing getting garbage thrown at her again."

mother: WHAT?! how dare you accuse my baby of such nonsense!

Chuuya: "Your 'baby' comes after my kids, they're going to stand up for themselves. That's how any parent should raise their child. So take your kid out of here now."

mother: how DARE you speak to me like that! do you have any idea who i am?!

Chuuya: "Should I?"

mother: i'll have you know my husband is head of sales at the death city mall!

teacher: and yet you take the subway to work.

mother: !!!

Chuuya: *smirks* "Important work. Maybe your husband should focus on parenting, too."

mother: *speechless*

Chuuya: "...Sonia, Miyuri, the meeting is about done. Ready to head out?"

miyuri: ok!

sonia:......

Chuuya: "..." *pats her shoulder*

-elsewhere-

Fernand: *yawns* *opens his front door--* "?!"

dulcenia: <mr mondego, do you have a moment?>

Fernand: "..." *smiles* <Of course...> *closes the door behind him, stands on front steps* <How may I help you?>

-there are a few officers there as well-

Fernand: <...> *gulps*

dulcenia: <we'd like to ask a few questions of you, if you dont mind.>

Fernand: <Go ahead...>

dulcenia: <we're investigating a recent fire at one of the shops you ensure, and we're trying to determine the cause.>

Fernand: <Ah, I see. It's indeed unfortunate--I've had my investigators checking as well...>

dulcenia: <from what the owner told me, you made them an offer that morning before the fire. how curious.>

Fernand: <Hmm...You think someone is targeting locations that I've insured.>

dulcenia: <it's likely. seems you've been getting quite a lot of money from it, so that should be a bright side, right?>

Fernand: "..." *sighs* <It is a tragedy for my clients. However, also consider the costs for me: the money I receive goes into re-building these businesses, finding what happened and who is responsible...if someone is indeed responsible. After all, I have to make sure my clients weren't faking this so they could collect their share of the insurance money.>

dulcenia: <and how long do you suppose the investigation will take?>

Fernand: <These kinds of things are complicated. Could take a month, even a year.>

dulcenia: *whistles* <i think we can find a much, much, quicker solution.>

Fernand: "..." *narrows his eyes* <With police cooperation, yes...I think this could go more quickly...>

dulcenia: *plays the recording*

Fernand: <?!>

dulcenia: *smirks* <your expression says enough. cuff him.>

Fernand: "..." *narrows his eyes, holds out his wrists*

mercedes: <fernand? what's going on?>

Fernand: <?! Mercedes, I left numbers by the phone--call Robert!>

mercedes: ???

Fernand: <He's a lawyer--get him to the police station-->

Police Officer: <Come along.>

mercedes: <officer toboso?>

Fernand: <!!!>

dulcenia: *nods* <seems your husband here is suspected of fraud and arson conspiracy>

mercedes: !!!! <fernand? is that true?>

Fernand: <Call my lawyer!>

-elsewhere-

Chuuya: "Okay, girls--which flavors?"

miyuri: *face pressed against the glass case* oooooooooooooooooh! *shiny eyes*

sonia:....just vanilla....

Chuuya: "Okay, vanilla for Sonia. Miyuri, how about...You know what, Miyuri, just stick to one flavor for now--don't want to over-stimulate your taste buds..."

miyuri: *looking at them all* miyuri doesnt know which one to have first!

Chuuya: "Chocolate may not be bad."

miyuri: ooh! that one!

Chuuya: "Any toppings? Maybe sprinkles?"

miyuri: can we?

Chuuya: "Sure!"

-elsewhere-

*pallbearers carry the two coffins...*

valentine: ......

Villefort: *stone faced*

Heloise: *struggling to appear morose*

edouard: ...

*the pallbearers bring the coffins to the plots dug up...they are next to the grave of Valentine's mother*

Max: *watching Heloise's face* "..."

valentine: *shaking*

*the coffins are lowered...*

Minister: <Please take a handful of our Lord's earth, so that our friends may be returned to that Earth, until such time that we see them again in the next world...>

-elsewhere-

Asher: "Yo." *waves*

izumi: hey!

Asher: "What're you doing out?"

izumi: just taking a walk.

Asher: "Hmmm..." *walks with her* "Relaxing weekend?"

izumi: yeah.

Asher: *nods...rubs their arm*

izumi: ?? you ok?

Asher: "Yeah--just in pain from a beatdown--er, at the arcade, on a machine...Frogger." >_>;

izumi: ...

Asher: *awkward cough* "So, just recuperating...Making sure not to over-do it..."

izumi:...want to hang out?

Asher: "Hmm? Yeah, sure. Anywhere you heading?"

izumi: hmm, how about the park?

Asher: *nods* "Okay." *walks with her* "Hope it's not super-crowded..."

-elsewhere-

Akutagawa: "Okay, so 2 of them?"

gin: *nods*

Akutagawa: *holds up fingers to the crepe maker* "Two, please." *looks at Gin* "New sundress?"

gin: yeah.

Akutagawa: "It looks good."

-elsewhere-

Lucy: "Cute uniform, Aya."

aya: =3= thank you.

Kunikida: "Take seriously the responsibilities represented by that uniform."

aya: yes sir.

Lucy: "Yeah...I notice the boys here don't exactly have some uniform...Never had any non-female secretaries?"

kirako: a few, yes.

Lucy: "Huh...Do they all have to dress like Kunikida?"

Kunikida: -_-#

-elsewhere-

Kid: *reading*

stocking: *still snuggled up to him* =w=

Kid: =\\\\= *smooch*

-elsewhere-

Francesca: *holding papers to herself as she walks* "..."

valentine:.... !!!!

Francesca: *frowning, her lip quivering*

valentine: *runs over* <francesca!>

Francesca: *holds up her hands, stepping back, shaking her head*

valentine: <francesca, what's wrong? why havent you answered my calls?!>

Francesca: <...You knew about that bastard? Your fucking grandfather?>

valentine: !!??

Francesca: *shoves papers at Valentine* <Noirtier Villefort--member of Mimic--the man who killed countless soldiers, including my dad! Did you know this?!>

valentine: *too stunned to speak*

Francesca: <...You have to be kidding me...You knew your dad and his dad were involved in Mimic?! What the fuck, Val?!!>

valentine: <i didnt, honest!>

Francesca: "..." <How can I believe this? My dad is dead. Your grandfather just laughed at me-->

valentine: <i didnt even know i _had_ another grandfather until now!>

Francesca: "..." *inhales, holds her forehead* <...Old man named Colby? Your dad has kept him hidden for about 6 years since your dad sentenced some guy to a slow death in prison. None of this rings a bell?>

valentine: ........

Francesca: "..." <Oh God...> *falls to her knees*

valentine: <francesca-> *reaches out to her*

Francesca: *shaking all over* <Don't! I can't!> *sobbing*

valentine: ah-....*hug*

Francesca: *shaking, struggling against the hug, but sobbing*

valentine: <it's going to be ok... we can get through this...>

Francesca: <I'm sorry...> *hug* <I'm so sorry...>

-elsewhere-

Chuuya: *opens the door* "Careful not to spill..."

miyuri: ok!

sonia:....*walking upstairs to her room*

Chuuya: "...Sonia? Could we talk?"

sonia:.....

Chuuya: "That was the boy who attacked you that day after school, huh?"

sonia:......*gets under the covers of her bed*

Chuuya: "Sonia, please...I really want to talk about this."

sonia:....yeah...one of them...

Chuuya: *sighs* "I'm so sorry...More than one? I tried asking your teacher about them..."

sonia:...they say im trying to make them look bad by getting answers right...but im not trying to do that. im just doing what im told to do...

Chuuya: *nods* "You're doing the right thing--it's not your fault that your classmates are being asses."

sonia: *sniff* i-im not trying to be better than anyone at all, but they think i am. *shaking* i never asked to be like this...

Chuuya: *hug* "I know...None of us ask to be how we are..."

sonia: *whimpering* i-im going to be an outcast forever, arent i?

Chuuya: "Sweetie, no...No. It takes time to find the people in your life you want to be with."

sonia: w-why couldnt i have been normal? *sobbing*

Chuuya: *strokes her back, holding her*

sonia: *crying into his chest*

Chuuya: "I'm so sorry, Sonia...But this is not your fault. You are you--and you are a beautiful, smart, imaginative, hardworking person who deserves so much..."

sonia: *hic*

Chuuya: *rubs her back* "Sonia...I'm so proud of you, especially for protecting Miyuri."

sonia:...*sniff* im sorry for getting her involved in this...

Chuuya: "I know you are...But there's no way to avoid getting involved in every problem--it's why we have to get stronger to face anything...and that means standing up for yourself and others."

sonia: ....

Chuuya: "...Sonia, are you not happy in your class?"

sonia:....can i be homeschooled for a while?

Chuuya: "If you want, sure. But I think you should consider that offer your teacher had...about you skipping some grades.'

sonia:......

Chuuya: "Just think about it...I'll call Kajii in the morning."

sonia:...*sniff*

Chuuya: *pats her back* "Thank you for standing up for Miyuri."

sonia:....*nod*

Chuuya: "Want to rest a bit?"

sonia:........*nod*

Chuuya: "Okay. Sleep for a bit...Want anything? Water?" *hands her tissues*

-elsewhere-

Max: *walking home* "..." ("What is up with her stepmom...She was weird the entire time...")

???: <maxi!>

Max: "???" *turns* <Oh!> *waves*

-max's sister, julie, and her husband, are there-

Emmanuel: <Hey, Max.>

Max: "..." *nods* <H-Hey...>

julie: ?? <you ok?>

Max: <I-I just came from the funeral...>

julie: <oh...>

Max: *nods* <...Val's not doing well...Not talking...>

julie: <is there something we can do to help?>

Max: <I'm not sure...She needs time to heal, and, ugh, I'm already pressed for time...>

julie: <well we wont keep you long.>

Max: <S-Sorry, I didn't mean it like that...How are you feeling?>

julie: <alright. the little one's growing more and more.> *rubs her stomach*

Max: *smiles* <That's good...How much longer?>

julie: <about two months now...>

Max: <Still some time...> *sighs*

-elsewhere-

Fernand: *handcuffed to the table* "..."

???: <well, look how the mighty have fallen.>

Fernand: <?!> *looks*

-the count stands in a corner of the cell-

count: <a pleasure to meet you, mr mondego.>

Fernand: <Who the hell are you?>

count: <you dont know me, but i believe you knew my father...does the name 'Edmond Dantes' ring any bells?>

Fernand: <?!>

count: ...<i think your reaction says it all...so why? what did he do to deserve such a fate?>

Fernand: <Wh-What fate? I haven't seen Edmond in years...>

count: <perhaps i should introduce myself first. My name is Elena Dantes, my father died by your hand....>

Fernand: "..." *lets out a laugh*

elena: <and now....>

-SHRK-

Fernand: *coughs...looks down*

-there is a knife in his chest-

elena: <...you die by mine...>

Fernand: *gasps, struggling to call for help...*

elena: *takes the knife out and walks toward the small window, her body dissapating into a mist and escaping*

Fernand: *his throat constricts...he collapses onto the table*

-elsewhere-

Bakugo: "I came here, to this mall, one of many malls in this city, just to find socks. SOCKS. And you're still following me..."

eijiro: just thought we could hang out a little bit. ^^

Bakugo: -_-# "...If you delay my shopping, I'm going to put you through the wall." *walks with him*

-elsewhere-

Sakuya: *checking through closet* "You sure none of these are what you're looking for?"

tsubaki: i dont think so.

Sakuya: "Nuts...Maybe buy a new one?" *pulls out a dress tie, looking at it* "Huh. Gaudy..."

tsubaki: i guess. ^^;

-elsewhere-

*there's a mechanical blowfish staring at the 8th*

shinra: ._.

Akitaru: "This one isn't going to blow up, right?"

Vulcan: "Not if it works right..."

tamaki: and _it_ is...?

Vulcan: "It's an ultra wide-band device that can detect breathing even under 100 feet of debris."

shinra: woah!

Vulcan: *presses a button labeled 'Test'*

Blowfish Scanner: *eyes light up as it inflates*

Vulcan: "See? That's what it'll do when it detects breathing..."

nozomi: wow! that's incredible, vulcan!

Vulcan: ^^ "Thanks...I hope it'll help, not just for the next house fire but if we can scope the underground again--or if you encounter Chinese fire worms again..."

tamaki: *sweatdrop*

-elsewhere-

Wes: *rubs Ghost Dog's belly*

ghost dog: =w=

Wes: *smiles...checks his phone's calendar* "Few more weeks before practice..."

liz: got any events coming up?

Wes: "Yeah, a practice first--trying to get some replacements...Before the next concert."

liz: ah.

-elsewhere-

Tezca: "--so I said 'You think I'm under deep cover? No one has even seen Akane and Clay in months!'" *laughs loudly, slapping the table*

clay:....we're right here.

Tezca: "...Oooooooooo! Neat disguises!" *tugs on Clay's face* "I can't believe you disguised yourself as Clay, Akane!"

Akane: *sitting beside Tezca, sipping tea*

clay: >A< MR TLIPOCA!!

Akane: *chop* "Stop that."

Tezca: =3= "Not my fault the makeup is so thorough..."

clay: IT'S NOOOT! >3<

Tezca: "Oh, don't sell yourself short--"

Akane: *pulls Tezca loose, ripping his bear head off--and there's no head underneath*

Tezca: "..."

clay:....*SCREAMS AND FAINTS*

Akane: O_O;

Tezca: "..." *reaches into his dufflebag, pulls out another bear head, puts it on, screwing it in properly* "Ah, that's better..."

-elsewhere-

Anya: *brushing her hair*

ao: anya?

Anya: "Hmm? Yes?"

ao: miss misery is hosting a knitting group downstairs, care to join?

Anya: "Oh...Sure." *stands up* "That would help..."

-elsewhere-

mercedes: ....

Albert: <Papa?>

mercedes:...<papa will be home soon, baby.> *picks him up*

Albert: *sniffles, hugs her*

mercedes: *rocking him*

Albert: *closes his eyes, slowly falls asleep...*

mercedes:...*forehead kiss and puts him in his crib*

Albert: "Zzz..."

-elsewhere-

Hyde: *counting dollar bills* "Okay, where do we want to dine tonight, folks?"

romina: lets get pizza!

Hyde: "Okay! Toppings? Remember, pineapple is still a topping."

julian: =~=

licht: -_-#

Hyde: "??? Okay, fine--one plain cheese for the boring ones..."

-elsewhere-

Hibana: *reviewing child services paperwork* "..."

gabriella: is everything ok?

Hibana: "I'm not sure...Was looking into some kids that Rekka bastard kidnapped and where they went..." *pulls up another file: "Shinra Kusakabe"*

gabriella: hmm...

Hibana: "..." *rests her head on her shoulder*

gabriella:...*hugs*

Hibana: *hug* *rubs her back, quiet*

hanako: *peeks in* mama?

Hibana: "??? Hi, sweetie..."

hanako: can we watch movies?

Hibana: *smiles* "Sure. What you feeling?"

hanako: disney movies? *shiny eyes*

Hibana: "Heh heh...Sure!" *head rub*

hanako: ^^

Hibana: "Pick out the first one, okay?"

-elsewhere-

Assi: *flipping through posters of famous Italian paintings...*

Daisy: "What, finding something for your girlfriend?"

Assi: "?! N-No..."

mary: *snapping photos*

Fitzgerald: "Wait just a moment--you are missing something in that photo."

mary: ??

Fitzgerald: *poses*

mary: ooh! *snaps pics*

Fitzgerald: *more poses*

Daisy: =_=;

Zuno: "..." *whispers* "Who's that weirdo?"

louisa: *staring at an eagle that has landed on mary's head, pecking at her*

Assi: O_O; "...Sh-Should we warn her about this?"

louisa: i dont think she's bothered...

Daisy: "High tolerance for pain..."

-elsewhere-

Akutagawa: *sets down food in front of Q*

Q: thanks for the food! *nom*

Akutagawa: "..." *nods* "Hope it is sufficient."

higuchi: ^^

Gin: "It's good to see them getting along."

higuchi: yeah, it sure is.

Gin: "...How do you think Q is getting along? Seeing as there are few others around his age in the Mafia..."

higuchi: well, there is elise...technically.

Gin: *nods* "Both of them could use more acquaintances...technically."

higuchi: yeah....didnt hirotsu mention a gang of kids that were once scouts for the mafia? the 'sheep'?

Gin: *nods* "I do not know how willing they would be willing to work with the Mafia again after certain poor encounters."

higuchi: and considering how long ago it was, most of them are probably all grown up by now...

Gin: *nods* "Time flies...Q got along well enough with the Sturm kids."

higuchi: yeah....

Gin: "...Maybe something can be arranged for a playdate again."

-elsewhere-

valentine: .......

*looks to be messages from Max, her dad...and one text listed as "Unknown"*

valentine:...*checks*

Max: [<valentine i'm so sorry. please know you have friends and that you are not alone. if you need anything please ask>]

valentine:....[<thanks>]

Max: [<any time>]

valentine:.....*sigh*

*looks like her father's message was just asking when she was getting home...*

valentine:......*checks the unknown number*

Unknown Number: [<hello, child. you and i will talk now.>]

valentine:...[<who are you?>]

*suddenly, she hears wheels creaking behind her*

valentine: ?!?!?! *turns*

*a very old man in a wheelchair rolls up to her...a cell phone is in his lap*

valentine: *screams*

Old Man: "?!" <Shhh! You want to wake up the whole house?!>

valentine: <w-who are you?!>

Old Man: <Gerard's father, Valentine.>

valentine: .....<you....you killed francesca's father....>

Noirtier: <??? Who? ...Wait, was that the name of that 'nurse' who accosted me? Huh...Wait, how do you know her?>

valentine: <she's...._was_ my girlfriend...w-why are you here? what do you want?> *taking a fire poker to defend herself*

Noirtier: *frowns* <Well, this gets more complicated...Let's table the whole 'girlfriend' thing and focus on the fact that your stepmother is likely gunning for you.>

valentine: ?!

Noirtier: <Oh, come on--'gas leak'? That's low-level nonsense...> *takes a medical folder on his lap and drops it to his feet* <Pick it up.>

valentine:....*looks*

*it's a coroner's report, showing photos of her grandparents...*

valentine: *covers her mouth*

*the report lists 'brucine'*

Noirtier: <Shocking, I know...Except you're ignoring the big red flag that the anti-cancer medicine brucine was found in their systems...>

valentine: .....

Noirtier: <And neither of your grandparents had cancer...Now, where do you think the brucine came from?>

valentine:....<i dont know...>

Noirtier: <This is why I went through their medical files. The answer? Nope. That brucine was used to poison them.>

valentine: <y-you dont think...>

Noirtier: <Now, you haven't asked me: why do I suspect your stepmother? Where did she visit last, Granddaughter?>

valentine:........<why should i trust anything you say?>

Noirtier: <You have no reason to. So, you can wait for the facts to present themselves--at which point, you'll be dead. Or you can be smart and think whether you have seen anything that proves she wants to get rid of you and your family to take your inheritance.>

valentine:........

Noirtier: <...I never got to talk to your mother. But I remember her jewelry...So exquisite.>

valentine: <i remember her pearl necklace...>

Noirtier: <And where is it now?>

valentine: <it should be in...> *goes to look*

Noirtier: *still in his chair* <...No problem. I'll wait.>

-later, valentine runs back in-

valentine: *shaking* <it's-...it's gone!!>

Noirtier: "..." *small smirk*

valentine: <w-what do i do?>

Noirtier: <Do you remember seeing anything at the scene of the crime...I mean, at your grandparents' house?>

valentine: <i-i'm trying to think...>

Noirtier: <Trace your steps backwards, child...>

valentine: ......

Noirtier: "..." *pulls out a vial*

valentine: <w-what is that?>

Noirtier: <Your medicine...>

-elsewhere-

miyuri: zzzz...

Chuuya: "???" *checks the girls' room*

sonia: *still asleep*

Chuuya: "..." *checks on Sonia first, checking her temperature on her forehead*

-she's a slight bit warm-

Chuuya: "Oh no..."

miyuri: *yaaawn* =.=

Chuuya: *looks* "..." *checks on Miyuri*

miyuri: tacchan?

Chuuya: "..." *sighs*

miyuri: *opens eyes* oh, hi papa.

Chuuya: *smile* "Hey, kiddo..."

miyuri: is sonia ok?

Chuuya: "...I think she may be a little under the weather, so keep up your fluids and wash your hands so you don't get sick..."

miyuri: ok papa!

Chuuya: *smiles, strokes a hand over her head* "Now, get some more sleep. Sorry to wake you."

-morning-

Kid: *kitten yawn*

stocking: *making breakfast*

Kid: *walks into the kitchen* "Good morning..."

stocking: morning hunny~ anything you want?

Kid: *smiles* "Some pancakes with sugar?" *hugs her*

stocking: that sounds lovely~

Kid: "Hee hee..." *nuzzles* "Thanks, sweetie."

-elsewhere-

Danglars: -^- "..." <Do you really think I'm this stupid?>

lucian: .....

Danglars: *holds up an empty milk carton* <Hermine has not bought more! She never came home last night--where is she?!>

lucian: ...<staying with relatives?>

Danglars: <Why didn't she tell me?!>

lucian: <well to be fair, you would have just ignored her.>

Danglars: <?! How dare you!>

lucian: <i'm just being honest.>

Danglars: <Really? How's this for honest?!> *throws the empty milk carton at Lucian*

lucian:...<throwing trash at me isnt going to make your problems disappear.>

Danglars: <Then this will: YOU'RE FIRED!>

lucian: ....<with all due respect, the only reason i stayed is for your family's sake, so that your wife didnt lose her mind and kill herself and eugenie. but all i have to say is; kindly go fuck yourself and die.>

Danglars: <?!!! Y-You insubordinate traitor!> *reaches for Lucian* <Did you take my wife?!>

lucian: grk- <i d-did nothing!>

Danglars: <You probably had a thing with her, you thief! Give me back my money!>

lucian: <i have not! *shoves him off* and besides, i'm not even into women!>

Danglars: <URK! Is that so?! That's just your cover!> *swings his fist--*

lucian: !!! *dodges*

Danglars: *screams--as he falls down the stairs*

lucian: <sir, if you dont calm down, i'm going to call the police!>

Danglars: <CALL THEM! I'LL TELL THEM YOU KIDNAPPED MY WIFE!>

lucian: *ignoring him*

Danglars: <I'll have your head! I'll make sure you get the guillotine! I'll--> *tries to stand, falls* <...Ow.>

lucian:.... <i'd get you help, but from what i recall, i'm out of a job, so i'm just going to pack my things and mosey on out of here. toodles~>

Danglars: *LOUD ANGRISH* <I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS! Ow...I need a doctor...>

-elsewhere-

mercedes: .....

-knocks-

mercedes: ??

Albert: <Papa?>

mercedes: <wait here, baby.> *opens the door* <yes?>

Police Officer: <Mrs. Mondego?>

mercedes: <yes?>

Police Officer: *takes off their hat* <We wanted to let you know something about your husband...Would you like to sit down?>

mercedes: <...please, do come in...>

Police Officer: *enters* <...> *looks at Albert* "..." *sighs deeply* <Ma'am...As you know, your husband was taken into police custody...>

mercedes: *nods*

Police Officer: <...Last night, an officer found your husband in his jail cell, unconscious.>

mercedes: !!!

Police Officer: <Medical attempted to resuscitate him...I'm sorry. They were not able to...>

mercedes: *covers her mouth in shock*

Police Officer: <...We are investigating the cause of death at this time...>

mercedes: ......

Police Officer: <...Do you need a moment?>

mercedes:...<y-yes..please...>

Police Officer: *nods* <I'll be outside...> *exits*

mercedes:...*hides her face in her hands, crying*

Albert: <??? Mama?>

mercedes:...*picks him up and hugs him*

Albert: "..." *holds onto her, looking contemplative*

mercedes:...<papa...papa's gone to heaven now...>

Albert: <Papa? Gone?>

mercedes:...*sniffs and kisses his head* <it's just you and me now...>

Albert: <...Mama...> *reaches for her face*

mercedes: <...we're gonna make things work out, i promise...>

Albert: <...> *sniffle*

mercedes *rocking him, humming*

Albert: *small baby cries before closing his eyes, calming down...*

-elsewhere-

Lucian's Friend: <Good morning, ma'am and young lady!> *smiles*

eugenie: *eating waffles*

hermine:...*nods* <g-good morning>

Lucian's Friend: ^w^ <Was the bed comfortable? I could get a different pillow until the new one comes in the mail...>

hermine: <i-it's fine, really.> *looks out the window*

*Forecast today in Rome looks to be sunny...*

hermine:...*small smile* <thank you again, erm->

Lucian's Friend: <Cavalcanti.>

hermine: <right, right. i really do appreciate this.>

Cavalcanti: <Well, when Lucian called, I was a bit anxious...I mean, not every day I have visitors...> ^^;;;

-elsewhere-

Chuuya: "Sonia? Breakfast..."

sonia: ....

Chuuya: "??? Sonia?" *checks on her*

sonia: *hiding under the covers*

Chuuya: "..." *sits on her bed* "Hey."

sonia:....

Chuuya: "...Need to sleep a bit longer?"

sonia:...*weak nod*

Chuuya: "Okay...Whenever you're ready, come out for something to eat--whatever you want. Need some water?"

sonia:...*nod*

Chuuya: *smiles* "Okay. Be right back..." *exits the bedroom*

miyuri: ~?

Chuuya: "Miyuri, hungry?"

miyuri: mmhmm!

Chuuya: "I'll cook up some breakfast after I get Sonia some water..."

miyuri: ok!

Chuuya: *pours a glass of orange juice for Miyuri* "You can start with that..." *pours a glass of water, grabs a warm washcloth, too, and goes back to Sonia* "Sonia? Here you go..." *holds out the glass*

sonia:...*small sips*

Chuuya: "Need a warm towel for your neck?"

sonia:...im ok....

Chuuya: *nods* "...Want to talk?"

sonia:...i dunno...

Chuuya: "..." *nods* "How about you read something after you wake up? Anything I can get you?"

sonia: ....

Chuuya: "...Would you like me to step out and let you sleep?"

sonia:...*nod*

Chuuya: "..." *nods...hugs her* "I love you, Sonia."

-elsewhere-

[macphairlane]

connecting with profs or nething at this point is not unlike the velvets live at kansas city, its a melodic and more or less productive affair considering lou reed the lead singer had just had electro shock …with friends of old and icons of great value to share ideas with; the record litterally comes fourth as a paranormal entity, in human forms. …but simply; its vinyl.

Shiney shiney, shiney rolls of tape, girls only I could help escape. blue eyes i could never see them take. rollin 365 up the staires, a crackhouse dive dweeb squaires, why whine, rye, a wife in mind. La monde avoir its roots entwined, 1st word; thyme in ice in time greedy pigs and shocks a freak, day in day out don’t miss a beat i love you still white light white heat ill miss your mother’s little feat; you glowies; children of the wheat. telepathy jealousy bahing sheep

one last and first thing to comprehend; to thrust forth and defend, to lash out introspectively, war on our brains unjust effectively we cant depend for they are liars with no morals only wires.

those we are forced to trust however wrong and evil they are to sever. Know that in time the universe will punish their evil doing, karma will get you through the abuse. Let logic steer you away from the danger they have on display the sick drs who will pay fake degrees and up and ha all together to wreck the day.

god bless the youth with their troubled times against them and theyre healthy minds 365 its live now draw a line between the fake malpractice swine and your mind and tricks entwined freed by the knowledge that you’re fine. now 705 thisle and thyme this matters more, to our kind they laugh and make you compromise your life to better fit their knife there gay and you are a good wife to me. someday they’ll go back to pay, and fuck you up a different way,

For that I think ill stay and wait here for alternate ways around the castle i call home and site beside your empty throne.

“love”  and the knowledge that one can be loved and in my case always, I only philosophise with the partial use of solid evidence that I have been loved by the one I love therefore at and for that moment(pretty much after the moment my phone died, after 30 seconds of reading trainpotting aloud, there was a subconscious subjective foggy notion that was there to be discovered by the psyche,  at this moment I can prove using circumstancial evidence and truth know by both partied involved, the dependant factor being me loving her forever, and the independent factor her being a single indesisive woman looking for a man who will love her forever combining to make a positive chemical and psysical reaction, that is the fundamental tradition that is the goal of all living thngs on this plant and its most evolutionary form of it is when it’s “Love based” one giving the other what its most in need of and deprived of, the others love, not the love of a friend, but physical experiments that are love based, expressing love on not neccesarily a physical level (like if ur on the phone or sumthing)but specifically a sexual level. The compounding factors that result in reactions happenings cresendoes babies,, are when the energy isnt circular but moves in one direction, when the one party is starved, an the other has a wealth, and the act of giving not just what the yearning needs, but what  he wants, when the desired with all her wealth, emparts her secret harboured denied expression love though tradional reproduction based activities, that friendship goes from “limbo” into action, even for a moment, through technology that alerts the senses, in this case hearing, wheather the deprived is even present or physically participating, isn’t the point the point is that the foggy notion of true love was expressed transmitted in a traditional and pivitol form, even though I picked up the transmission through one sense,  my ability to hear, the value of those vibrations, though lo-fi and misenterperted until the last few seconds before the line went dead (FUCK), were interperated and acknowledged and the whole venus in furs philosophy of the one party giving the other what it wants so bad, but has been denied, and doing it with love, or what they BOTH KNOW is the kind of love that’s needed and given over finally with effortless,  voluntary participation from the dominant, resuling in satisfaction in bohe parties (in my case the girl and I were more harmonized cause it was love based. Sex based, and send in the sacred medium of sound, and the talisman, the artifact, the memory the high velocity evidence that the message was of high fidelity, was that she didn’t use descriptive words (language) I was unfortunately (my medium at the time) it was her specific instrumental natural sirens alerting me to the intentions that truly lied behind her actions towards me  even if it was for that day only, this medium I collected from the field is highly obvious and irreplaceable piece of art that is regarded by the mind of the homosapien on a natural level as evidence that it not just social interacton, its a higher form of interaction, sexual yes, the highest form, occurs only when the truly loving is truly loved, on a sexual level, which indicates physical involvement,  and it did, only on one side, the side of the desired, the starvd had revieved the intention, and it was love, something metaphysical that can only be cofimed as occurring for ne length of time is undeniable corporeal action, even if its just her, givin er to you reading literature over the phone, the gift of reassurance that you are loved in this memorable case was not through words, but audible expressions from the depths of physical and mental activity from her diaphragm through her vocal chords and into my eardrum, was evidence enough that our seemingly healthy and thriving friendship was being held in limbo while I struggled with life and suffered over the denial of the true real deal love you were harbouring and saving in yourself for the future, didn’t dim and go out like a candle that burned up all the wax. Without official acknowledgement celebration and because I was still fucked up, without the long lasting  relationship that we wished wold follow and planned for, the sound of her primal sirens, sent mono ideo-dnamically from her entire physical being emitting frequencies that resonate with the earth around her and correspond with the stimuli, me, the correspondence being the brief experience of hearing the broadcast of it, acknowledging the fact that no matter how flawed or un aware I was prior to precieving what was transpiring an how classicly themed to fit my experience it was, that the fucking phone died before I heard the end of it, I clued in to what was going on, (id been informed of this “drone”she makes by her ex boyfriend (the other guy) right before he drove his helpful and convenient car out of her life)  Even if it was “her being noisy” it was fundamental sensual body chemistry, stimulated physically by the best means she knew how mentally by the imperative consciousness of the presence of the instinctualy, reproductivly essential of (in her case) a genuine male emitting stimuli, in both of our cases the stimuli was audio. The rare and most modern evolutionary trait is the simultaneous(I say this empathetically because were using language the figure this out not a live experiment going on right now or some shit) Emotional involvemint by both parties “while during coitus” bein, to into words, (I know that you’ve been loveing me so im gunna love you back) tho words are sweet but it doesn’t compare to the same message sent in the biologically, exceptional quality thats essential to the balance of the bodies involved and there connection to one another, the planet and the unverse, sound and where it comes from and the intention or involuntary reason for its presence and amplitude, dissonant or harmonious, perhaps my reading, my being on the line was the drone, and the harmony was her dissonant siren song. Its our new found puprose as humans to when ready reproduce.  Love is highly evolved, and requires corporeal and linguistic and energetic action on both parties to be confirmed as true love. It works like a battery(the casing of the battery is the relationship here), one end needs what the other end has access to; the positive end has its own energy attached to it(the juice in the battery, posetve energy),(in this case this is our one, the girl)attractive body(+end)and a mind (the positive ends underside that’s harboring all the energy in the friendship/relationship (battery casing)the negative port on the other end of the battery on its outside (my mind in this case)is permanently attached through the casing of the battery to the mind of the desired, this girls memories thoughts etc. (the underside of the positive end) and not her body. Why because the casing is plastic,( the friendship) isnt enough to join the two to create a circuit, but the love(the battery juice made up of strange elemets) attracted by her negative mind(the underside of the positive end) and makes her body(the tip) fertile and ready to create electricity(communication) only the casing of battery acid(loving friendship)charged by my positive actions(the acid is positively charged by the underside of my mind(the negative ends underside) which represents my body, which behaves like the warm intentions of my actions, which positively go nowhere unless her mind (negative underside of the top of the battery)gets inspired by the love in the friendship (which is positively charged yearning, my positive actions played lovingly into her open mind(negative underside of the top) inspiring her to do something with her body(top of the battery positive) in response to my positive charge on her mind and all the love it can unleash,  for the sake of warm intentions she turns on a cell phone,, her phone(or wire casing) the copper thread in the wire(the signal) the positive charge in the wire, (her calling me) and her hooking up the wire touching it to the negative end of the battery(her bodies actions and warm intentions inspired by a recognisable charge I embody that she identifies with(my body and life being negatively charged with aa positive mind and her beautiful face and attractive personality.)  my phone rings and I see its her, the one, I immediately am inspired that its her charge the one im missing positively lovely, what is she up to? and i pick it up,

A simple circuit at this point, is her using a tool or wire to send all her positive energy through to her body by using her minds attraction to positive energy, by simply attaching the wire it sends the positive energy not just through her mind and body but back down on her body, when the extension (the wire) is put on my mind(the negative end of the battery in this case, my mind),deliberately by her, sending the energized current of the love in our friendship (juice in the battery) into my mind(the end of the battery with a bump) by way of the wire (cell phone signals connecting our phones and her voice and energy being the current) all the positive energy meets the negative charge of my mind and then that foreign female tone (positive electrical current) the positive energy stemming from the juice, the love, that’s made up of elements like lithium(in the case of the battery and in my case as well) this element and other alloys, the whole chemistry of the battery acid, holds the charge positive because energy flows, and love or acid can be charged by the bi polarity of conducters meaning they are opposing one anothers charge on the outside leaving potential for power over nature,  while on the inside, inside the battery the compounding nature of the universe is seen between you and me, me and the chemicals and elements the acid the love that is positively charged by me and only me, in this battery regardless of proximity my charge is still the key, litteraly loving you moved energy directly making me alternately free but obviously reflects its imperfections symetricaly and quite similarly to your perfect face and body  only introspectively and this thing I call negativity you existentially use to control and manipulate me by means of electrical currents like a shark in the sea, but the ocean currents in our world somehow moved me so far we couldn’t be but as the drone turns up the heat as chemists cure insanity, inevitably the duality of the friendship followed the trail right back to me,  from the beach into the city,  while metaphysical acid rain fell on her black umbrella,  drops of synthetic nightshade provided a ground and a side effect equaled a perfectly balanced sound resembling a circuit around my neck and down to the nervous wreck, I stand and smoke out on the deck, and remember that was how we met I  stop, wait my energys charge self provides, enough energy to survive, with my new social activity the acid, charge, size, speed and proximity and  the voltage of the current and relativity. My positively charged ablilitys that betray the moon like your fertility, a simple circuit cant explain the lovesick emotional pain still forming drops of acid rain only strengthening my brain, its time I have to get reactive, send this to her radically brilliant highly attractive yet negatively charged mind where chemicals of another kind will get inspired as she reads about batteries and his energy (that she secretly lovingly keeps rightfully under her locks and key with her sharp mind and memory should recall the flattery,  the almost dead battery, poetic licence and mad hattery finally gets me through the matter we, lost all sense of pattern, see, the point was electricity, and keyboards I would never see, played like a former prodigy, with drones that resonate with me just barely metaphysically, through my sleep deprived behavior induced heightened state, Ive always been able to wait, epiphanies sometimes come too late, but revelations give me faith that your negative mind and my positive state, memories of how u altered fate, I know theres more to come but wait, don’t get offended by my state , my batteries dead so save the date, remember wiser things I’ve depictions finished in your head, an electrician would have briefly said, what took me hours,  in ten minutes u will have read, I must finish without my meds, theyd knock me out, blow to the head, ill miss away you time instead,  that lilliad inside your mind

DRONe3

.<0_O> — — µ — <_<)))) DRONe³ And other Poems and writings by James McFarlane Telepath/Necromancer James McFarlane·Friday, May 18, 2018 . Telepath may 2018 Pencil sharp, smoke a dart early morning engines start Crescent moon blue grass tunes frost on the window and my spoon. Dopamine and serotonin, pain relief telepath droning, a walk of life, on a limb buds froze until the dawn of spring. Train passing dread grasses, Sage burning sky lasting, electric currents flowing now, necromancer up and down, Dopamine and serotonin pain relief telepath droning, a walk of life on a limb buds froze until the dawn of spring. -Seumas Necromancer May 2018 Floating wearily but in some comfort overhead. Making sheets move on my bed. Conversations in and out, speaking without our mouths. Blue fires light up your darkness please don’t ever find me as heartless I love you always one two three here’s the bass now jam with me Exhale eternally into the mic, angel choirs out on strike. Necromancer up and down, rein / radius across town, soon I will return with thee to this town/life Ville/vie. –Seumas (New Revisions) James McFarlane +Seamus to thee, from my effort unsatisfied underground nothingdrones, its letting go and walking away from it to choose to lose, this is therapy now I need to go, you know it and I got the show on the road I’mtired and now am holding a rose, I’m loosing my grip on the following code DRONe -Seumas (James) Monday, February 22, 2016 OK thisone’s right off the wall: this is a strangely written and personal poem It’scalled “Siren heart Drone” (meant for a mature audience) A’ hem…. I’m nervous, I don’t freestyle often I wish there was a way to put this near the bottom of my timeline, it’ll be my latest and greatest lyric though, + POSETIVE INDUCTION — The positive attraction to your conductive psyche, is a form in itself existing in me, subjective almost ironically, the circuitry, being both electricity and imaginary cranked up high by your fun chemistry by way of the cerebral. (Which is flattering me) The circuitry with chemistry minus proximity, (causing a reaction deliberately) the electrical frequencies that you received from me were; artsy descriptions in accents I read. Other elements of me manifesting masculinity through my dorky frequency, gave off feedback that, officially; for me heralded the dawn of freed energy. So… metaphysical seed, dropped and sewn that day, (I guess what I am trying to say is): My girl my girl, don’t lie to me, oceans away your eyes can see, my bending sending light like this, in response to; the drone from your white laced lips. For the of lack of your treble and charge of your base, my “methadone”, White Light/White Heat, can take its place, anti-acidic mantra chi, surrounding me, a black dot in space. Divided by the curve encased, the metaphysical takes place. The fact that we’re in touch today, makes sirens blare and drones play, I’ll send this over right away, and then appropriately play, ‘beautiful face’ a newer way, I could elaborate for 3 straight days. Now what follows is what’s next on the fret board of your hex. It’s between, us; a fish out of net. So this will be all they get. ok here goes, ya, this is for the ladies in town I know that sounds weak but I blame the moons energy for you cute young women never being around when I finally spit the rhyme on solid ground, neway this is about you, you and the town where I choose, and choose to settle down instead of just stop swimming and drown, no more worries, no frowns, I’m gunna work it on out, cause I’m bound for the tides, not the sound, yea, ok, you know what I mean, yea k here I go, you ready? You steady? I stole the crown from the underground, I thought it would look nice with your gown, I’m upward bound so, are you down with my verbs and nouns? I don’t freestyle rap but this might as well be,flowin literally right now cause i come down hard with a sound that this new town including your highness have minds to breakdown, so get down breakdown, my chic mystique-psychologique will make you turn around and blush while your current boyfriends drunk on the ground cause he substitutes love with down, he doesn’t have an ear, genetically, to hear your siren sound for which I was born to kinetically harmonize, desensitize and heal your weary eyes. This is the treatment we need now ill even show you how, like a bow that goes up and down, helping us resonate these bloody strings, while the clipper ship sinks…… Sinks with the low tide.c’mon lets head home. The moons making my fire rise. That means soon it will be high tide, the ocean spray it stings my eyes, so let’s go inside, its morning time, look at color in the sky the sun is just about to rise. MY clipper ship’s on seas of rye. Empty bottles of scotch catch her in the eye. I’m not afraid of all those guys, they’re lucky they even have a sty. I’ve seen farms that would make you cry. These pale blue eyes are all but mine. And yours are like that brand of dye, that in our last summer together, we ALL tried, permanent like the purple in my mind’s eye or the in the dimly lit sky the night I officially died, all from a med, instead of one I took 10, benzodiazepines, all I wanted to do was compound the prescribed effect at the right dose they make a nervous wreck feel and appear normal so I took them, now I’m in debt, but only tried this cause u have me in check, ready to knock the crown off my head, make it your golden cauldron instead. You know I’m good with shocking steel and know how to forge blend anneal so this golden crown is probably real, and I assure u from the other room that it’s safe to use took a meal. Only cause it’s my deal I leave out the part about removing toxic alloys by melting steel, adding chemicals from the field and as the method never revealed used those same chemicals, that we all feel, all the time in our head to make tiny slow moving particles to turn make gold out of lead. So neways with confidence I said GO AHEAD! But I couldn’t lie to her, so I yelled from the other room, “u should know, that thing is gold but it use to be lead. She laughed, hesitated, placed the pewter cauldron on the stove instead and put the golden crown on her head. She finally walked down the hall and into her room where I was using dust pan and broom, she didn’t say nething, just got up on her bed which was shrouded with purple threads forgetting her glasses, still she picked up my book and read, I said here ill read aloud for you instead, within a few minutes of reading she started to turn red, the stove was on low so she got herself fed THAN served us both breakfast in bed. SUDDENLY I awake and see that we are parked at the end of a pier in some town in Quebec, I yell out stupidly from my stuper, WERE ON A PIER! She had good laugh about that occurrence on several occasions. but ya I took too many pills and was all sleepy on our road trip, all in all, yet again, I fed my head then lost all my cred, it being an accident, it made me sleep like the dead, that’s when I lost you, or you lost me, literally you looked everywhere and couldn’t find me, conscious or not, id soon figure id been stung by the bee, the most painful thing however, and my only memory was later that night when you were beside me, or was it he that got there before me, ok now I must stop and back up, the cheap words pouring from me, telling the details of this pathetic story it’s pissing me off, like losing the love of your life to a drug, and then officially to drugs plural, like 5 years of fucking up pretty much following this one night, the moment you realized you had lost the one girl, the one you compare every girlfriend you get ultimately fucking that up too, the one. its caused ache in whets left of my drug affected love starved blackened heart and caused my excellent poem to go right off the rails, so I’ll get on topic and ill even do it in rhyme, what inspires me to try to try, it’s the ache in my heart that is its key function now when I think of this girl and am reminded of the moment I lost her. ok here goes, regardless, we were in bed together, and from your sleepy head where your soul lies and you can never die, I heard your memories cry, and as I realized all the days I tried so hard to try but wouldn’t, couldn’t try and now I can’t cry is because I was always too shy in your unfulfilled eyes despite being my inspiration for the last 4 or 5 years of drugs and art with your recent if u can even call it that separation the focus intensifies about u and other girls like the sweet PortugueseIrish girl from the only psych ward I recommend at hotel diu in Kingston where I was actually treated properly (maybe cause it’s a catholic hospital, maybe cause I was so fucked up I appeared catatonic for days till this fox brought me down and romanced me for a month) she’s your competition….who contributed to my psychological cardiomyopathy however, a number of “the ones” but evenbefore that I was fucked up, I was the youngest psychiatric patient in Ontario or something, I learned how to smoke inside a smoking room in the shithole Scarborough grace when I was fifteen, I think I checked myself in hen I was twelve just to get away, that may have been what that asshole head of psychiatry was talking about. I also hit the highest highs, and the most demonic abysses of suicidal advanced psychotic depression, and took more abuse for it from nurses drs and the police, not to mention my family, but I still unconditionally love and am loved by my parents and grandparents, Jesus, I sacrificed my life and goals to save my families souls literally offed myself when I was 16 years old to end the devils elaborate foothold on me the people around the household appliances and machines, the behavior of living things the weather and the temperature of the room depending on my tortured state the only common theme is that others hurt and share it with me and my empathy kind of bounces back like an echo, I express and receive the grief while later, I only know this because when I fall, which I don’t do nemore thanks to medical science, its all about them.. but now this, she cried in her sleep and the only difference about these tears the ones that dried before her, is that the tears were for the two of us,not for being hurt but for me getting hurt and that hurt her, and it came out of her in a subconscious later state, kind of like me, this happened something like five years ago and it never gets old, ok , so here’s how THIS sad story goes; back to you, we were basically sleeping on the ground, I was tied up and bound, mothers little helper’s cheque bounced, I stupidly blame the devil in benzos but as of last Chinese new year I now denounce him, clonazepam is free from sin,(the cure), which I am resistant to so even though in the name of a better life I took 1/16th of an ounce I was still wide awake laying beside you, thinking only to myself about how I fucked up, it wasn’t even my own script at the time like u even need to know this it was a gift from the big Mc the tragically crip former editor in chief of legal manuscript, this bug makes the dj tick, and he made me, (sick) so (to this day I thank god for the count and amount per pill per day,,, throw your troubles away and pray that it was ok to stray from your holy bible, “psychology today”) So I was now bound for the pound, complete and total disgrace all around, from the moment u made that sound I knew our plans were going down that I would leave town, shoot smack and somehow return because YOU specifically gave the instruction to COME BACK! But things got whack I dropped out of school after taking philosophy which I passed, took drugs then relaxed let the nothing drone blare and move towards and away from the past managed to stay out of the psycho shack and somehow followed the chemical and psychological path out of the woods, fuck that was one long sidetrack, but it’s over, now, it took a year of wandering to end it but I did so…back before I initially left town your eye lids were down. I’d spent our whole friendship collectively letting you down by being ur favorite one in town and not responding in a way that could let us…. Fuck I was a clown,ever since I pulled a sigmen froid and used white to get off opiates it’s been renown but like the psychologist before me once declared, down (heroin) so satisfying in the right dose, has basically fulfilled their open ended prediction for the drugs future, in one shot like vaccine, the queen of all drugs, administered in the highest healthy dosage intravenously is the cure all found in Montreal, and then a deliberate clean cut from all non prescribed recreational narcotics, that is until the dreaded lady in white shows up on ur doorstep, I say let her in, and move away never to see her again, with the experience and satisfaction of the act of consuming heroin as your catalyst to change your life and only take clonazepam. So before all that we had a healthy friendship, it was doomed but I loved you so u kept me around and there was all sorts of ways we got down without ever fooling around except this time I discreetly describe further down when my phone ran out of batteries while you went to town , I thought I was a fuckin martyr because all id make u do is dance, that’s the gods truth so baaaack to me not being a creep, I geometrically see the opposing symmetrical verticy of our rhombus reveal its true ego as FUCKING TRAPAZOID when I hear your inner pain, I’m no hypnotist (yet) but u were zonked after a day of mosh pitting ultimately falling for the other guy, while I slept in the grass like an ASS. you let out a whimper in your sleep and two out of three of us knew, this chick is deep, from then on I took the title of weak, I had let my biological ancestors down with swords in their hands and in my hand your crown, and still I let you down, AND YOU STILL even tried several sexy and awkward times to make it happen and I let you down, u can tell a social disease when the same set of words are used multiple times to rhyme with other words that have that sound i.e. : I let you down. In that strange little town. It’s been well over a year and to end on a harmonious note after all this purple melancholy. I’m gunna say two words to you and they are not” “I do” It’sI’m sorry. I’m sorry lately for this poem, but mostly I’m sorry for not maturing into the man you thought I could be. I’m recovered from my early episodes now, took 16 years but I used the gear to properly hear and respond without fear, if only I did this within the time frame we had, Now were both sad. And I don’t wanna upset u, ur glowie or ur boyfriend or neone else, soo I’m gunna play a song, it’s called : one thing that keeps this black heart beating””(referring to my heart: that “upturned bass drum” The thing that keeps it beating is the dissonant and strangely beautiful siren song that echoes in my mind as the inspiration, “love” and the knowledge that one can be loved and in my case always, I only philosophies with the partial use of solid evidence that I have been loved by the one I love therefore at and for that moment(pretty much after the momentmy phone died, after 30 seconds of reading trainpotting aloud, there was a subconscious subjective foggy notion that was there to be discovered by the psyche, at this moment I can prove using circumstantial evidence and truth know by both partied involved, the dependant factor being me loving her forever, and the independent factor her being a single indecisive woman looking for a man who will love her forever combining to make a positive chemical and physical reaction, that is the fundamental tradition that is the goal of all living things on this plant and its most evolutionary form of it is when it’s “Love based” one giving the other what its most in need of and deprived of, the others love, not the love of a friend, but physical experiments that are love based, expressing love on not necessarily a physical level (like if ur on the phone or sumthing)but specifically a sexual level. The compounding factors that result in reactions happenings crescendos babies,, are when the energy isn’t circular but moves in one direction, when the one party is starved, and the other has a wealth, and the act of giving not just what the yearning needs, but what he wants, when the desired with all her wealth, imparts her secret harbored denied expression love though tradional reproduction based activities, that friendship goes from “limbo” into action, even for a moment, through technology that alerts the senses, in this case hearing, whether the deprived is even present or physically participating, isn’t the point the point is that the foggy notion of true love was expressed transmitted in a traditional and pivotal form, even though I picked up the transmission through one sense, my ability to hear, the value of those vibrations, though lo-fi and misinterpreted until the last few seconds before the line went dead the compounding nature of the universe is seen between you and me, me and the chemicals and elements the acid the love that is positively charged by me and only me, in this battery regardless of proximity my charge is still the key, literally loving you moved energy directly making me alternately free but obviously reflects its imperfections symmetrically and quite similarly to your perfect face and body only introspectively and this thing I call negativity you existentially use to control and manipulate me by means of electrical currents like a shark in the sea, but the ocean currents in our world somehow moved me so far we couldn’t be but as the drone turns up the heat as chemists cure insanity, inevitably the duality of the friendship followed the trail right back to me, from the beach into the city, while metaphysical acid rain fell on her black umbrella, drops of synthetic nightshade provided a ground and a side effect equaled a perfectly balanced sound resembling a circuit around my neck and down to the nervous wreck, I stand and smoke out on the deck, and remember that was how we met I stop, wait my energies charge self provides, enough energy to survive, with my new social activity the acid, charge, size, speed and proximity and the voltage of the current and relativity. My positively charged abilities that betray the moon like your fertility, a simple circuit can’t explain the lovesick emotional pain still forming drops of acid rain only strengthening my brain, its time I have to get reactive, send this to her radically brilliant highly attractive yet negatively charged mind where chemicals of another kind will get inspired as she reads about batteries and his energy (that she secretly lovingly keeps rightfully under her locks and key with her sharp mind and memory should recall the flattery, the almost dead battery, poetic license and mad hattery finally gets me through the matter we, lost all sense of pattern, see, the point was electricity, and keyboards I would never see, played like a former prodigy, with drones that resonate with me just barely metaphysically, through my sleep deprived behavior induced heightened state, I’ve always been able to wait, epiphanies sometimes come too late, but revelations give me faith that your negative mind and my positive state, memories of how u altered fate, I know threes more to come but wait, don’t get offended by my state , my batteries dead so save the date, remember wiser things I’ve depictions finished in your head, an electrician would have briefly said, what took me hours, in ten minutes u will have read, I must finish without my meds, they knock me out, blow to the head, I’ll miss away you time instead, that lilliad inside your mind….it’s way too late you’re so unkind, but one important thing u need, to know I know u love to read, do not read too much to your seed, it makes a flower yer indeed, with pain killing power guaranteed, but this makes a subconscious need to find a source for output feed, destined to be completely freed ad finally have the urge to read, its therapy apparently, the experiment of reading aloud and they drift off on angels clouds, you think their gunna make you proud, well brace yourself, speakers are loud, they developed and were well endowed, language and its mystic power it not to be strewn on the flowers, this is my dependant variable, the words the use on me were terrible, a bird a seed knowledge unbearable, though every word is understandable, hypnotic methods subconscious dependable, lovely developmental psychology is the cause of my constant source of energy what I was born to do was reap, infinite knowledge in my sleep a steady drone of literature, I’m older now administer reality and life in place of shame rejection and disgrace, aside from my abilities that serve me independently, instinct survival evolution, speed all factors meant to help me breed, but would you read that to your seed, your surly growing potent weed, I’m not a normal human being I spend time speaking hearing seeing, proving while your disagreeing now the sheep are all fleeing, my purpose hear is slowly weaning I’m a negative source of positive energy, that means nothing drones glowies and friends that are enemies, all that I needs a path and an receiver, a sound to ride on, subwoofer and tweeters, it’s the music u shared with me that keeps me going The proof that our signal reached desired objectives, was clear to my ear which contained an elective, my minds using psychology to be less selective, behavioral science removes the block painlessly love, loss and malpractice grew my circuitry aimlessly, evolving survival instincts team with nature, my chemical background makes life like a phase, the instincts resulting are acute like a razor and amplified abilities through manipulating manipulative chemicals without wavers, resulting in behavior that can reach and amaze her… the extent of the damage is to be overlooked, by using knowledge and memory or reading a book design and time weren’t key features its transference of whines from student to teacher, let me out of detention you feminine creature ill read aloud it’s the right way to reach her, the demand and supply was shot at the sky and with lasers for eyes that reflect off her kind I was surprised to find that in no time I heard her wine, go out of her mind, and through her elective design I read junkie sublime and the fidelity was just fine for my desensitized mind. Literally proving her love up against my undying lazerlove therefore, proving that from that moment in time It was (now literally) one(the one) and another(me) falling “in love “officially identified by the subjective and objective forms that equal true love, for a time, which in rhyme and time I now feel it was divine, it’s began and ended in one harmonious line (in a Scottish accent no less) and buried in our minds getting weaker over time the signal is dying the whine and her trying has kept me flying farther away for lack of a sign that she was officially mine, but my nose it did grind on the stone learning life through the drone all on my own stealing crowns off of thrones, almost completely destroying my home, getting dipped in chrome, and then ground to the bone,, but that’s ok now because I how I know, I made her come through a phone, I’ve reaped what id sewn, now I am grown, with skills to hone no more wearing a cone, from the unknown to the known heralded by the morningdrone which is an inaudible tone interacting metaphysical rods and cones in my everlasting home among milestones made of greymatter behind bone in the form of the intangible moan that has royalties owned by the one xylophone a tone so foreign and feminine it may be that of a banshee or crone, the soil of my subconscious, is where I’ve been instructed and shown but my chance was blown there already something growin that knows the suns light is shown, now I’m alone, why did I buy that bus ticket when I could have flown. Another way of iterating this love story is an s follows introduction, obstruction instruction, induction, seduction production reduction destruction I’m trying to link two portions of this production, causing a reaction like a light turning on send notification from yin to yang (2 great friends of the opposite sex ultimately consummating their union in the way nature wanted it to be) but for us it was highly evolved in that even over the lo-fi filter of cell phones she was sending her love, whether she got off or not that id like ton know, but,, I got the drone of her during, (which if I’m not wrong is typically the main attraction for most women, their anatomy makes for a better “during” in her case conveniently, I’ll admit, without my flawed physical presence, I’m sure she didn’t just give up when my phone ran out of batteries, she was by the banks of her own lagoon, , the stimuli for me, the understanding an witnessing this correlative reaction, correlative because based on all the evidence, the great friendship which was WE were In Love,,,, that passes by my standard and I’m a philosophy grad, this Idea of me and this one girl being in love ISNT EVEN PRAGMATIC like most of my theories, the ONLY thing that get in the way of it being classified as nething between us other than, well I’m afraid to word it frankly because it makes y philosophy look dumb, the only factor threatening this TRUTH, this explainable objective form, is.. the time frame, the setting and the timing of the whole ordeal, my argument is that my reserved intense devotion that was pretty much spellbound, was appropriately (although delicately and let’s say modernly)relieved back to square one, literally and true even though it’s in the days ahead, metaphysic means dead.\\ I’m pretty lonely, so I make allot of art these days, like so; since she left me for dead and we both had left town, with thoughts of her crying asleep on the ground, my mind plays a drone, just to keep the pain down, it’s the girls very essence, oh to hear those pipes sound, if I was there this reel could have burned her house down, But our minds were both trying, Scottish lyrics I had, her bagpipes were sighing, and droning like mad, even though I was dying to get under her plaid, her fingers were flying and the lyrics were “rad the sound of her drones blared through the aero phones, I had broken a string and the bow had no rozen, but her body remembered what she had forgotten, string breaking caused her heat up and harden, this dissonant silence was her chance to depart from his flaws and his jigs and his odds and his rigs and ivy wrapped wand honey drippin upon this Venus in tartan who gushed forth the art of his masculine heart, the yin joins the yang and d string goes twang, The key that she played in was the string that I broke;I awoke in a doria mile off the coast. I swear by the sword of Ulysses and QueenMary’s crown you can’t quiet this siren when she fools around. Sending me to the moon and abyss on her sound It’s siren heart drone and that’s written in stone like I said, STELLAR, and you can TELLHER, most likely shell be a be a BETTER SPELLER, most likely ull say THE WORST THING EVER cause you’re a BULLSHIT SELLER, wave got mutual friends that FLOCK TOGETHER, social cannibals up shit creek FOREVER “sharp fanged teeth sheep” identified by Brethr in touch with friends of mine with FEATHERS, who govern karma AND THE WEATHER harmonizing OUR ENDEVOUR dissonance and TAKING PLEASURE in currents charged “+”, sea vessel PROPELLERS droning on for OH SWEET NEVER, nothing “like” inevitably BETTER the next “day, mon” frère, myself sharply dressed, a new pair of ‘GO GETTERS’ high, but fly, “the local YELLER” inscribes, as I dictate the true, (and prescribed), (in “”blood)-”LETER”! …BUY LETTER!”technique””’s psychology thesis of persuasion,-through love cure for; pain from shame stemming from taking the blame for the psychopaths that are perfectly sane who corporally, “embodying hells flames, wicked games to derange, the use of tools to cause pain, so the hands free to gain more control without shame ….and words that confuse and lead them in. vein cutting through lies and psychosomatic pain” making it rain your blood to put out the flames, an empty vessel that openly claims he righteously bears the right to OFFSET karma in his favorite time double negatives stuck on rewind with the fist or the tool of thing without mind, just current flowing into itself sustaining itself by shackling you with a voice that speaks truths that the vessel and devil greedily use to ultimately abduct you consume love your subconscious would refuse to give, to lose, so you wind kicking yourself while he rips on your soul defacing and displacing what’s left of you, what set you apart from a caved in shoe who’s uneven because the others got two, souls are unbreakable but if he breaks you, ill have the words the voice and the truth, the vessel in which to put soul into you, love and affection reflecting on you a new pair of shoes and so basically you feeling loved and in good mood no longer producing that parasite food, by walking and talking, souls in your shoes, while my bare feet support prescribed truth, a chemical network of mes and you ultimately held together with glue your love is the only way I can get through my psychological problems of which I have used to heat cook and serve us both food they drive me to supplementing love with miscues, attempts to draw a good picture of shoes, that drawn the attention of someone like you, or someone who offers a love I can’t refuse, because it me who also has many a bruise, the glue the chemical I trust and I use are prescribed and administered with bruit force and tools, leaving the chemically gifted unloved and unused and undone on the run with the songs you have sung, giving u satisfaction, and leaving u hung out to dry by the sick and the dumb, and the one, that u can give a gift to, is the only way we can say I love you and the fact that we are is what makes it true now I can scrape this shit right off your shoe, here goes, gimme my cloths my cigarettes prescribed glue, a roof over my head a bed and you, and then maybe I’ll start wearing shoes, here’s my complex singing the blues, from my effort unsatisfied underground nothingdrones too, its letting go and walking away from it to choose to lose, this is therapy now I need to go, you know it and I got the show on the road I’mtired and now am holding a rose, I’m loosing my grip on the following code,I’ll let the field talke care I m old, its time to end thiflodi broke the mouldand me with my everything about the shoe, its maker your sou out your soul leaving with bound by psychosocial with day moon SETTERS. home made psychopath GET ER, and lose her to a knitted SWEATER meant to the and if shit hits the fan in my house you become a fuckin CAVE DWELLER you officially for me heralded the dawn of freed energy so metaphysical seed dropped and sewn that day I guess what I a tying to say is seroquel can kill the day and lithium when charged can phase can kill your kidney and your craze over sirens who’ve been underground their perfect face and al around static in the air and sound of talismans and something foud induction tells you write this down what she conducts may flood the town, and this guythatts on the other line isn’t he a project of mine, sais nurse so cute and fine that flirt with my bipolar mind could his stimuli be cut, (if my nurse heard that shed bust my nut the think I’m guna get more worse nuclear winters parallel universe but bipolar ppls irony ill crack the joke an ice your nuclear explosion twice a day while I’m away leading weak dicks astray but giving your negative drones away the moans that I’m familiar with the point is I’m sick, was born with antennae metaphic that can even change channels like sappic girl on girl to girl on me altering duality and that what I get for free cable metaphysically so u better charge your battery, start the car pray she needs a guy with speed, instead of the duality of loving and love being received define love for me because lm low on batteries, finally the irony iron like steel I’m not even funny she gave me a drone that carried me home plate metal armor still that suckers dethroned all because of the ironic poem guaranteed to call my home circuitry and sacred tones, hooked up to my broke dying alone charge that she hears in my voice instinct are what’s the driving force to be my Venus in furs of course striking my eardrums while art of a new form could cure my heart, when deprivation and avant-garde combine to make things into art the the thing that makes drones stop and start my wordsandfingers take a form that independently grows horns, what an art to harmonize your frequencies with, smart, you dirty little butter tart you were supposed to cure my heart at least u got it throughtome you rising storm makes my anteenae start to channel lo-fi forms a and v imnow starting to clearly see I got to hear pure femininity express its love physically, while the ironic truth is easy to see, that my talisman masxulinity had no hand in physically and so my strengths like mediocrity, thisescwe took a short boat that sent out a masculine frequency that was enough to ride that came through the airwaves only a dined, to start your engines, and the elements it’s the charge that ironically subjectively means of a whim of a, separating you from me and that despite ur reaction objective by only induction by the ma lonely ur still a part of me, like the wasted energy of a missing battery that from within bears a charge, that was meant to be, the high voltage current, of hot energy. wat a grT TRIP THIS IS, ALTHOUGH ONG AND UNCOMFORTABLE AT LES I STILL HAVE ROCK AND ROLL AND BY DIVINE TIMING WE TOO A STROLL ADNTALKED A LITTLE THATS MY GOAL AND NOTHING DRONES AND HEAVY STONES WERE LEVITATED WITH THE MOAN OF SIRENSS BUT YOUR NOT A PHONE AND NO SUPRIZE CANT LEAVE ALONE OW I THRIV OFF DIAL TONED CAUSE IM DEPENDANT ON YOU STONE THE TALISMAN YOU CALL MY HHOME AND THAT TIE YOU CALLED ME ON THE PHON YOU WERE IN MY HEAD SAFE IN YOUR HOME BAD TIMING AND A HEAVY TONE BATTERIES DEAD: NOW WERE NOTHING DRONES…………………………………………………………….. thisescwe took a short boat that sent out a masculin frequency that was enough toride that came through the airwaves only a denied, to start your engines, and the elements it’s the charge that ironically subjective by means of a whim of a, separating you from me and that despite urreaction objective by only induction by the ma lonely Seroquel can ‘kill. The day’, and lithium (when charged) can phase, can kill your kidneys and your ‘“crazy” laser ray’s perspective.’ Meant for sirens, waves, underground stalactites, space, and drops of acid rain onto your base. Meant to cauterize with time and phase the straight; your sex, the Vikings take, and that edge they use to reap and waste. ((their secret way through; to slice through the glazed over passageway, that freezes waves of blood they made. Turned to crimson ice seen by my red hot rays, melt into salty ocean sprays) Then not so far away at night I kill the day and reap twilight, my heat turns from red to white like scars that weep acid rain despite my efforts, however insane, you do this over and over again) Relief; from emotional THEN/BY physical pain. In that order, we’re both deranged. here goes, gimme my cloths my cigarettes prescribed glue, a roof over my head a bed and you, and then maybe I’ll start wearing shoes, here’s my complex singin the blues, from my effort unsatisfied underground nothingdrones, its letting go and walking away from it to choose to lose, this is therapy now I need to go, you know it and I got the show on the road I’m tired and now am holding a rose, I’m loosing my grip on the following code, It’s meant for: a couple; of different: ppl 1 knø james ((pérsunµli); ‘(urThInKn èù¹d “Like¹¹ i+ Th0µGh))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) ) — ¹o-² øس=FOUR!!!!!!!!²O_O³⁴!! (0_0)T0o?O_o)❤µ¼FOR¼ldd.”( þ+¹na!’(LOL!)?,X&Y” =ø(þ iN þÉd àvèç¹<>³µ)/(µø+þ²)ùþ³@ — ¹²³¹²³¹²³¹²³ James McFarlane•

Ideas About mental Illness — James McFarlane Here’s my theory on paranoia. (Usually considered a negative symptom of psychosis) It can help gather information or misinform those who experience it. Even in wellness it is always potentially present in all of us. It’s a survival instinct. It makes us more attentive. My unique experience and understanding is when paranoia and other symptoms are present, heightened and amplified alertness to important information perceived by the senses is collected and whatever data is missing the brain either fills it in with logical thought or logical hallucination in some cases. I will further iterate this several ways for you to better grasp it. For most people there is so much excess data you wind up believing a falsity. Simple logic should let you know best which is most accurate among the extra data collected by suspicion, inner thoughts and hallucination ultimately fitting like Lego into the fractured “factual” data perceived. I believe mostly it is our internal sense of logic that is used to make hallucinations like dreams that appear similar to our regular reality. It is your sense of logic that determines how accurate the thought or hallucination might be compared to reality. It is hard to determine between reality and hallucination because hallucination adheres to reality. But if you can detect like in a lucid dream (aware of being in a dream) that it’s a hallucination you’re ok. It’s not that difficult to determine what thought or hallucination fits if you’re experiencing (or expecting) allot of symptoms having an automatic thought process that simplifies things by showing the most accurate possibility alone to the individual by involuntary thoughts and possibly hallucination. This can be a more accurate depiction of what’s not reachable by the actual senses. The point or idea is that hallucinations and involuntary thoughts mimic reality as best they can, so, they can be used to determine what is beyond our senses reach either corresponding with the senses themselves (hallucination) or through mind talk (which is the method that most mimics what we call telepathy and is much more controlled and has less effect on your behaviour and environment than hallucination). This mind talk or “intrusive thoughts” can be our sense of logic. It’s our sense of what’s real that makes up our involuntary thoughts and hallucinations so they’re may be an ounce or two of truth in them even though they aren’t real they can be identical ideas to what is really there. This is to be used for those who can’t see or hear what are out of reach of their senses like sonar or radar and further aid those who have and impairment or just want to experiment with extending their senses. This only applies to the unwell. Like I have said amphetamine could mimic the hypomanic state in regular people perhaps. This could be a tool for treating a range of mental disorders. Depression, lack of communication in certain critical mental conditions.(Alzheimer’s etc.) It’s not just guessing at involuntary thoughts and hallucinations, the tool combines accurate and distorted data collected by the senses. This extends the senses that help us try to understand. (Only some of us may have this as a mental pattern). You may be calling this a delusion well I call a delusion an idea. And remember, an idea can make the body including the brain do interesting things. Mono ideo dynamics Determining what’s real and what’s not isn’t a problem here, you know what’s a thought and an actual sound or hallucination when this is occurring so if they combine to make a more accurate awareness with good results than it doesn’t matter whether it’ telepathy or a mental tool isolated to the mind its generating data for the individual I assure you. Collecting data even from other people’s minds is definitely a factor in this theory (it’s a tangent but it’s important.) Involuntary thought is inner thought that appears to be info coming from an obvious source or other person. This is when the argument for delusion is most appropriate. Telepathy is a possible conclusion in the case of mind chatter or involuntary or external thoughts unlike ‘sense extension’ which is a potential tool involving similar aspects but also the actual environment. The mind to mind thing doesn’t involve physical reality like the sense extension theory which involves hearing and assuming all five senses if you were sick enough could improve the perception of our environment by way of hallucination corresponding with the senses, verses logical lingual additions to your line of thought (involuntary thoughts) which can be thought alone (mind talk) This opens a window to hybrid hearing combining involuntary thought with semi audible data, this was my first discovery and personal experience along the line of useful mental activity. So I would call it all external or involuntary mental data. The reason I included the telepathy as idea in this was because sense extension which may be provable is using the same material our thoughts are made of suggesting that the other ideas are worth experimenting with. I suggest mental information can be projected into the metaphysical reality affectively by a person just like shouting a person’s name. This is blatantly how it works from my perspective. What we imagine goes out into the air and some of us are there to hear it within our thoughts; mind chatter. Talking to yourself in your head as well as other transmissions or incoming additions. Not something we do all the time. Some people rarely do it or experience it. These are introspective expressions nevertheless they are the fabric of what sense extension involves. So if sense extension, (because it uses the senses, reality and hallucination/involuntary thought) can be tested and valuable info is collected from those tests, because of its use of involuntary thoughts which mimics telepathy, it could help prove or add merit to the idea of telepathy and its other explanations that are as follows. Proving telepathy involves seeing how things like sense extension is in the same weave as actual things we use or experience like thought, mental chatter, hallucination, dreams. This part of the universe is becoming objective when using a hybrid or functional form to better understand our surroundings. Just believing in these functions and experiencing them improves your regular perception and observational skills. These are hybrid metaphysical tools for perceiving your surroundings by use of hallucination and or thought and actual fractured data picked up by the senses. I tackle this mind chatter idea more so because it’s a solid symptom that doesn’t fail, like hallucination often does. Thoughts in the form of language coming from people around you or your multipersonalitied conscience is a good thing as long as it’s a good thing. When it no longer is in the range of being able to be used as a tool, these thoughts can be turned off or turned on by meds and belief or disbelief in the idea. But when it’s happening properly, like in hypomania, it does act as an aid in awareness of what’s most likely going on in other people’s thoughts. It informs you of the most likely thought usually in relation to you, aiding you every time by making you aware of something you didn’t know before. Word for word telepathy is a miracle, mental chatter that informs you of what’s most accurately going on in other people’s heads by way of involuntary lingual statements in the mind is not. It’s worth investigating, it’s a gift that has never led me to harm, only understanding. The fact that it’s in your head makes it a passive process where you have the option of responding or not, verbally or mentally if you’re a believer in telepathy. You can have communications, often in the form of mental lingual impressions from people around you, as long as their chattering in their heads. More often they respond verbally or through body language. (This could be also called a thought related delusion, and it probably is) Like sense extension it helps figure out without effort what’s most likely going on somewhere else but this involves getting a mental impression of what’s going on in someone else’s head and apparently only if It’s about you or directed to you, mostly. Telepathy and sense extension go hand in hand. What’s real and usable and what’s a symptom may need to be looked over and not just thrown in the isolation chamber. Mind chatter and thought insertion are two different things I think. Thought insertion means you think someone or something else is in your head and it is overwhelming. Mind chatter or “telepathy” follows a pattern of logic that is more precise than your own usually, it follows a rule, I am certain of it. That’s why it’s better to use cause it’s your intuition delivered lingualy. Thought insertion is like having someone else in control, whereas mind chatter is somewhat under control and mostly in your control as you are the experienced one. Involuntary thoughts (other people’s voices) could be telepathy and if it follows such a dynamic and structured law it should not be called thought insertion. Sense extension is something more practical and objective than telepathy type thinking, but it is untested and like I said, I deal with mind talk even when I am well and it is always accurate and helpful. The idea of partly using data from the peripheries of our trusted senses shows that these elements are not to be underrated or mislabelled. The fact that we can only see farther stars in the sky by looking off to the side is a great example of use of the peripheries of our senses. Similar is my experience of seeing peoples more true emotions on their faces when using peripheral vision. Is esp or just one example of a passive and informative hallucination? Let us not throw aside my interpretation of the experience of useful and unique mental activity by giving it the unattractive label of thought insertion when the fundamentals of these ideas may be useful for inventing evolution like tools to reach out into parts of the universe we have not yet studied. Distorted senses combined with an inherent logical thought process that is accurate if not pragmatic I my experience in every case. This could be an opportunity to reopen the study of parapsychology. (The fact that these are just an accurate perception mechanism is good enough). To reveal this delusion, we’ll assume all this is still only going on in one’s active imagination. However using a pattern of brain activity that mimics telepathy as a tool to read his/her environment better is cool; the only difference this has to sense extension is that there is no real life data involved. This in my opinion makes it the most commonly used and confronted with, solid, and most effective tool I deal with. (even when well) There are practices like muscle reading which is getting data through seeing a person’s movement that are examples of a semi proven method that mimic things like telepathy. I propose mental activities that are involuntary and positive like some of the symptoms of a mental illness, could be used as a link between what we see as dysfunctional mental activity and a breakthrough into the endeavour to prove that thoughts are part of our dynamic world as a form and can be used as a medical or social tool. This mental activity in serious cases of unwellness can alter the way we operate, not just the way we think. Paranoia could take over and it could be false data, and the repercussions could crescendo. In their reality and in reality itself. I say listening to your thoughts (whatever form they take) and interpreting them, it’s safer than experimenting with hallucination because mind chatter can be a factor in hypomania and in wellness. Only in the case of hallucination being used in a controlled environment with positive energy being present, for instance with a schizophrenic, they can be very well while hallucinations are still present. If in that state the hallucination tends follow what the senses are trying to perceive and use a situation like the sense extension experiment involving hallucination and obstructed hearing it may prove to be a good tool/idea possibly for aiding the hearing impaired in this situation or a similar situation that works. It could work because it could fill in more data where it was lacking and it may inherently be attempting to be accurate. This attempt is evident in other mental processes mentioned here. In the case of experimenting with this type of thing never should you be depressed manic, psychotic or over whelmed with psychological issues. If you are in an unwell state seek help, but be open to the new ideas that may present themselves to you. Know that the brain is elastic and does heal. The hippocampus and you are always growing. If it’s suggesting that its telepathy aiding us and guiding us that makes you sceptical I’m not going to just drop it. Be pragmatic and get a bit more insight into how it worked for me. First off, all that makes it telepathy as I’ve said is that it only involves thought. One thing that suggests that it is a thought from another source is the amount of unusable but accurate information that comes along with these seemingly incoming transmissions. It behaves like a mental environment that doesn’t involve just you; the metaphysical plain. You mostly hear in your thoughts what applies to you from those around you but there is other mental exclamations at times coming from different sources for different destinations, or in most cases mental exclamations just for themselves. Also getting an involuntary thought of apparently what is being said somewhere completely out of reach of the senses is a factor here. This is bigger than the structure of telepathy. If you are being talked about in the other room the brain informs you of it and who is saying it, this is clearly a survival instinct to gain intelligence of what may be out there and what most likely is, this type of sense may be evidently seen and utilized more by animals than humans. Probably because of the invention of language, putting the sense in recession. These ideas suggest that the metephysical plain is not just in my head but is there for everybody (and that privacy may be an issue.) The experienced and well user of the mental functions could actually receive and send out positive and effective transmissions with a ripple effect, real or not. (for what it’s worth, even to gain confidence and boost chemicals, respond and react accordingly to these transmissions and you’ll find it fits and improves your presence and role in the situation, that’s my experience) while the sick are just spiralling and not even communicating because their usually using negative or confusing behaviour or energy. What’s also evident of its existence is the obviousness the transmissions go both ways. I’m not just getting your impression of me in my thoughts; it’s obvious you’re getting mine. Its conjoint mental activity. It involves everyone but I think it requires a guide. If these are just symptoms, they rarely intensify and do dissipate more or less with wellness. I say if it’s not the metaphysical plain it’s at least explained by two minds appearing to correspond by (often coincidentally) one playing out the others activity as accurately as it can within the mind. This as a law would be evident enough to prove telepathy. I see a constant pattern in when the transmitters communicate, that they are thinking that thought and responding to one another (seen though body language and verbal responses. That’s telepathy like activity rationalised. It’s not always word for word because often I ask and they say no I did not think those words. Apparently it’s a mental impression of yourself delivered in the form of verbal thoughts or inaudible expressions from other people in the vicinity or elsewhere. Finally the hybrid hearing idea.The most effective and safe of the ideas here. (Thought and hearing mixed) It would be hard to disprove because of a lack of qualified candidates and the scenarios required. The hybrid hearing idea like I’ve said is not activity isolated only to thought, but the idea that involves using factual data and the imaginary simultaneously. Sense extension without hallucination. Deciphering between actual sense and involuntary thought is easy, you know what you hear and what you think, they become conjoint in some mental states indicating that the possibility of an extension “fill in the blacks” scenario. Know that this involves either an overactive imagination. The logical involuntary lingual thought mental activity combined with the brains attempt to hear the less audible is a marriage that could create the extension of the impaired or out of reach sense (hearing in this case) What I propose is happening here may be hearing the bass of a conversation because bass carries farther, and your mind places the other frequencies (treble) in the form of an involuntary imaginary sound. I suggest this is too intricate and accurate to be delusion. To actually be aware of the volume according to the distance or nature of the info that comes from not the unknown but an obvious source is evident of that intricacy. The psychotic skills talked about here are among the skills we’re all born with. All humans are capable of psychosis. Which is the foundation of these things. I just find mania to be safe, similar and more of an advantage. Our brains and beings all have an inner need and desire to figure out what is reality. Even when that reality is obstructed, it uses other means to get around to perceiving the world correctly. This line of thought has the potential to be a step forward in changing others view of these symptoms. To suggest that they are meant to be enhance to our advantage, not abolished; this is the stuff of change at an evolutionary level because as I said earlier it does involve everybody and anybody. The Chemically Endowed / THE HEALTH SYSTEM James McFarlane June 1st, 2016 Mania is the increasing of one’s “reward” chemicals in the brain chronically (a symptom of Bipolar). A fact about mania is that it is not so often as out of control as we are tempted to assume. We don’t know the limits it can push positive wise. A negative aspect is surely something that we have seen occasionally. An example could be a world leader like Alexander the great. On the positive side of it are people like Van Gough and many other artists, teachers and authors. Making tireless efforts at just causes inspired by epiphany is just one of the activities a bipolar individual has the option of pursuing. (Sometimes with phenomenal results) This can be a positive activity of the broad ranged individual. Mania is an abundant source of potential positive energy. The mythical Greek god Dionysus has been called the god of mania. He partied allot and was the estranged son of Zeus. There were cults formed in his honor and the remanence of them still exist today as a common and highly manipulated, manipulative tradition known as the entertainment industry. Antianxietys, antidepressants, antipsychotics and mood stabilizers; drugs that (have attributes that researchers have neglected to even identify) help and plague the bipolar individual as the most commonly used tool to ward off symptoms. In some cases, recreational drugs like amphetamine ((that seem to force up the mood of an individual) among drugs that are normally oriented with unwellness)) I suggest, could be a surprising aid in speeding up the recovery process of depression (the opposing symptom in bipolar to mania which have psychosis as a common theme at the peripheries of both poles of experience) through cognitive stimulation. This is important because antidepressants take several weeks to take effect and suicide could be prevented by the induction of a more open approach to medical uses of recreational drugs. This activity should be combined with social interaction in the case of recovery because it surrounds the recovery of the social aspects of the self (I do not recommend this as the first option for a recovery process). Like most drugs this behavior may take years off the recovery process but could wind up taking years off your life. If closely watched and tested the medicinal benefits of illegal or unreaserched drugs as well as further data released on drugs in general and their common circumstances may be a great stride in the remedy of mental, psychological conditions and social misconceptions which solutions are still being put off by ignorance of the populous and adverse political agendas. Other treatment options not listed above include electroshock therapy and psychical exercises like cognitive behavioural therapy. These alternatives are used less most likely because pharmaceuticals are a huge part of controlling the populous and funding corporations and government. However, a regimented combination of any of these factors could be a breakthrough for some. Called “consumers” by people that work in the pharmaceutical industry, these human beings endowed with seemingly new chemicular behaviors have a heavy cross to bear. I believe that it is obviously possible that over half the population (just to be fair) are born chemically inclined, but forced under the heel of the majority of the others who are from my perspective, psychologically twisted by ignorance, power over the sick, and unjustified behaviour based (((most likely (just to be fair) for some, subconsciously))) on either inherent or just blatant jealousy. I say this because the majority of people in a position of dominance in our society, (security guards, nurses, the police, doctors what have you) are brutally unfair, unprofessional, and ignorant in most cases. This attitude fuels the biggest and oldest and crudest intolerance ever committed by one group against its own people. The mentally endowed verses the psychologically twisted and everyone in between or strung along is the latest and oldest injustice I can see other than the genocide of the shamanistic cultures of north and south America. The most obviously funded sick lack of justice and care for their own counterpart (ever challenged till present day) by a government is currently at hand. It’s a matter of time and interest among corporations. Their need for money will guarantee that the proper drugs will be the end of this problem. Their survival as a business is the only co-dependent factor for the cause. Once the sick become well, ((the inevitable outcome (already achieved)) the drugs will be reinvented a few times ultimately plateauing as a renewable idea by these scientific salesman and their evil subordinates running the place like some kind of sick joke to themselves. Those who wield tools and permission to inflict pain, bondage and any form of abuse they find delectable simply to put off paperwork (and sooth their own often nocturnal boredom) only assigned to be used in the inevitable malpractice suits soon to be ensued by the just with the just against the corrupt. With blunt force and jealousy against their only threat and reliable witness to the sick twisted 24 hour a day fetish of legally and illegally taking the rights and freedoms and everything that makes life desirable from the ill to make way for a prolonged treatment of abuse and betrayal from the psychologically bent nurses and security guards, doctors, police not to forget your everyday sociopath / psychopath walking the streets and perverting the direction and attention of the staff and patients of mental health wings across the country (Canada). Folks like these who lack the basic right and wrong skills, used obviously and openly by the sick and the meek to inevitably over throw the ranks of sociopaths and psychopaths governing, misusing and perverting the writing of history. All of their efforts put into this “note taking” endeavour to be rewarded with indulgence into the sick pleasures of a dysfunctional beauracracy and political disgrace to be. As for the sick, (and well) the neglect of one’s health and deterioration of relationships is often inevitable during episodes and when being forced against such characters mentioned above. These new victims often leaving the institution with their own newly afflicted psychological scars. This is understandable considering how different and under informed the external world and the unbalanced individual usually are. The unwell individual tends to get overwhelmed with heightened and distorted perception, and the outside worlds clashes with their reality. Inevitably against their will, (usually after lots of experience) and sadly, many forms of legalized abuse from the system that seems to be above all law, they become accustomed to the system and more knowledgeable about medication. This is the only way I’ve seen someone become well, for longer. It’s important to channel the knowledge from their experience into productive endeavours. This is the exceptional goal. Chemicals are a big part of the inclined individual’s life (Pharmaceutical, natural and usually recreational). Often enough a well-balanced person emerges but the fight against unwellness and addiction is ongoing for many. Even once well, the psychological challenges of adjusting to life can set in. Thankfully this is also treatable either with anxiety medicine or therapy (or in the case of the Canadian health system, prolonged and tormenting hospital stays crudely striped with prolonged bondage and isolation chambers. Psychology being the completely unfunded and rightful alternative. Wellness comes with time and knowledge as well as trial and error. The potential experience for these individuals is more than the average prescription. Logically and philosophically looking at these problems is key to understanding them. Stigma; it’s a thing like racism that is rampant in every culture today but especially in western culture apparently. A mild example of stigma is using a negative label or misconception such as “split personality” or “psycho”. These are words attached to now folklore, lies and misunderstanding so this ignorance is apparently the first thing to go. In the case of bipolars, it is often amplified social ability versus depression or other emotional states that is confused with complete loss of judgement. Schizophrenics seem to have an even keel in terms of personality in most cases. I know there is no mood disorder but full on hallucinations. This could be due to an unexplained increased constant source of dopamine in their system I suggest gets used to produce complex distractions that could be used to their own advantage, like poetry etc.. (Unproven connection) The biggest problem is the assumption our government and citizens have; that the mentally ill are violent. This ultimately subjects us to being treated like escaped zoo animals by every authority figure you can think of. This is how they legally get us into straps; the word violent. This word can be used in ways it shouldn’t which is often the case. Once declared violent and mentally ill you’re bound for a living hell most likely for quite some time. All the ugly side effects of the system itself leave you psychologically damaged. You get a fate worse than prison by far, especially if you’re rebellious. I have rarely if ever have seen an act of violence towards another from a person that lives in a society that has them already sedated, and threatened by fearful ignorant authority figures with shackles, tasers, injections and cruelty in general at the ready. I’ve mostly seen vigilance or peaceful protest in those in an unwell state, simply because they have the logic to see what they’re up against. We’ve seen this all our lives. Even those who fight back really never had a chance to show that they meant no harm. I say this because our common goal as this type of person is to be understood. While up against a mass of smug sociopath liars who are constantly projecting joyously in groups that we’re mentally incompetent and incapable. This whole thing makes me want to kick an isolation room wall in and pull out the insulation over and over again. That type of treatment on that scale and for that length of time inspires anger in the most emotionally controlled of individuals. This type of passive brutality cannot be easily understood by people who are on a regular level of unchanging dopamine and serotonin. Basically, it is those who are in control and uninformed that are inevitably inflicted with the stigma for mental illness otherwise these are used as tools by the PhDs that as of late have the audacity to wield side effects deceptively like better acting medication (as well as transference upon their staff). Mania is a powerful source of energy. Success of any kind is a possibility with people that have the genetic makeup of the bipolar individual and quite possibly the schizophrenic and schizoaffective system casualties. Most who blindly submit are in a sedated or in a financially constricted reality for most of their lives. However massive bodies of work that gain quality over time with practice are usually seen with all types of mentally ill individuals. Productivity is a given with excess energy and hopefully with excess dopamine. This is something the bipolar individual has at their disposal. (The excess dopamine, like I stated earlier, being the undiscovered advantage for schizophrenic and hybrid diagnosis individuals). If psychological ailment is part of ones developmental makeup, seek help through private practices in your nearest large city center, like psychologist offices, astrological predictions or the cheaper alternative; fortune cookies. ((all systems more trustable than the political money grab being masqueraded by the Canadian government and god knows where)). Hobbies will get lots of attention and skills like writing will be improved for most. Phenomenal ideas and activities must be given attention. It must come from a desire to be appreciated in a world that sees them as useless and treated as such as well as resentment for the genetic advantage and the mitochondrial patterns I will stipulate below. First off I am compelled to write; things like physical agility are improved as well when new energy comes along. Now, the organelle mitochondria in animal cells produces energy for the cell. Like the patterns of the near solar system and probably menstrual cycles and similar monthly patterns recorded to date, all of these cells (differing by their design) work as groups. Most likely shifting by the behavior and the pressures of the environment and or the environments one is involved with as well as (chiefly) the positive verses negative intentions or energy put forth. The positive being more strong and more apt to gaining velocity compared to negative endeavours while the ignorant become subjected to rapid, (fuelled by culture and social upheaval) evolutionary de-emphasis. Tradition will save many who are open minded. It has been theorized that a person who inherits the bipolar gene may have abnormal mitochondrial activity. I reiterate that this would cause fluctuating energy production for the whole body and possibly more so for the brain, ultimately spiking or dropping essential consciousness related chemicals like serotonin and dopamine. Mainly above the baseline of level as far as positive living goes indicating that it’s an innovative evolutionary trait. (These chemicals and the proper medicine are prime factors for the bipolars however independent) the natural chemicals)) These are known simply as chemicals that affect our mood. Or sometimes referred to as (and in everyone’s experience) reward chemicals (endorphins) and oxytocin (the love chemical). The mitochondrial theories as well as more psychological rather than biological theories (i.e. “mono-ideo dynamics”) are unproven. (most called into question more than 100 years ago left unelaborated but proposing a hypothesis unfinished on purpose, ie. Mono-ideo dynamics meaning that an idea can make the body do anything the body is capable of to the peripheries, any part of the body. The “any” part of course cautiously suggesting the brain) The future of mental health I would say is the extensive categorizing of the dosage and drug or treatment in relation to different types of people or circumstances. (i.e. more than 10 conditions, more like a dictionary of conditions to be) Also, once the medical scam plateaus (due to actual research and political attention) psychology as a treatment method will be implemented beyond nurses attempting some form of cognitive behavioral therapy. It is those employed to work with the mentally ill and the graduates of psychology or related studies who must insist on more data collection and way more research into the possibilities the mind itself can offer in medical treatment of all illness. It occurs to me now obviously that psych has been previously placed on the priority list as secondary to the drug trade and religion so to gain funding for an renewable priceless trade like deduction of illogical pursuits and outcomes. (A basic form of psychology that should aid dangerous things like delusion and the laws of attraction). Psychology research mut be put on the forefront so we can get meds chosen, dosages corrected and diagnoses discovered and made faster and more accurately. (And produce more jobs in all levels of the field of medicine) It’s a century old marriage and divorce between medicine, and free will. Psychology should be treated as equally as important as medicine as it is half the battle against corruption of our society, ecosystem and those who inhabit it. Back to the original induction and pragmatic endeavour of self controlling mental chemicals that have their own agenda, or the agenda of the moon and the weather; the social activities of a manic person can be difficult to put up with for others because it’s constant and overbearing at times. This factor most likely is being brought up because of my experience with passive aggressive tendencies. What is interesting is that it can stimulate chemicals in people around the source (more importantly I say between couples). Basic emotional chemicals like endorphins and oxytocin (excitement, survival and `love` related chemicals in any order) can be increased in other people at higher than normal rates and levels (not to mention the freed individual themselves). These chemicals can be a blissful and natural human experience when people are close to one another. This can be achieved through stylized communication between persons. In cases of manic people with other manic people; it’s a vibrant social atmosphere. It’s manifesting the inner emotion or thought into reality or more commonly manifesting it into iteration. In any case one can activate the other pretty easily without consumption of any substance. Any communication and body language is the stimulation factor here when differing types of people get together. This is what psychology is; ‘Behaviour changing chemicals, changing environment’. Boring and seemingly opposing efforts is also a common occurrence because it’s hard to stay positive for most and for those around them because, it’s been a long battle and opposites attract. Phrases like that as well as phrasing like “everybody’s different” is an indication that intellect and work ethic are also independent factors essential to the coexisting of partners in general. The state best to experiment in as far as is hypomania (medium mania) or even just wellness. Ways to activate a slow rise in your serotonin level if you’re not bipolar would be using a mild stimulant like amphetamine (Dexedrine). This is not something to try on your own. I’m suggesting this to be a carefully overseen test involving chemicals that are dangerous to be used in excess and for prolonged periods of time. If you become manic, know that once your manic states have passed and you’re well you still possess the ability to partake in and test different psychological and parapsychological activities (it does stay with you and up to date). One thing to discover while well is that a person can up their brain’s chemicals at will without the use of drugs, rather, behaviour or behavioural exercises. Once you’ve done that and or submitted to the opposing factors of the weaker you are both freed. This has been going on for billions of years in many forms. Dancing, sex, geometry, sensory deprivation (like vision quests or modern culture traditions) gaining knowledge about the earth from the stars, cultural and group oriented endeavours like art or chemical revolution (i.e. drugs rock and roll all stimulate the body chakras as well as the earth’s). Other theories basically thrown around by the wiser of the eastern west in the form of literature or poetry comes to mind, like; “electricity comes from other planets”, in relation to mono-ideo dynamics in relation to bipolars and nature; “The Gift” etc. (The Velvet Underground, 1969). All of these “foggy notions” are there for usually the reason they’re being inspired, meaning put art intentions and science together and you’ve got something good. Unless you succumb to the marketplace. Only drugs inspire chemicals on command without the need for circumstance (this is a modern cultural tradition). The nature of mania is that you become ‘antennae’ of sorts that more easily gathers information. It’s up to you what you do with your energy or your manic that turns the tides in your favour. Your perception may be higher in this state, but there (as always) is; a down side of it as there is duality in all things in nature. Psychosis depression and psychological problems plague the inexperienced young bipolar individual’s lives until an effective treatment plan is accepted or forced on them. Other ways to cushion this (and to avoid too many episodes) is complying with treatment plans to your liking and staying away from recreational drugs for the most part. Or rather, opposing and cheating the laws of the flawed marketplace. The process as a whole is always a learning experience for most. For sure, unbalanced brains are the next step in biological evolution. The union of the mind and body, the relationship between the physical and metaphysical, and how human culture is merged with the ethereal will occur along with the reopening of the practices originating from primitive psychology like the agenda of the heavenly bodies of fire above. Victim Psychology One thing I have realized over the past many years is that there are two kinds of people in the world; the aggressors and the passive. Like the chimps and the bonobos, the psychopaths and the victimized, the sociopath and the weary guardian, the farmer and the farm animal, the nurse and the sickly the dominant prey upon the weak. I have found the sociopath to be friendly and the psychopath to be gentlemanly and wise at times. This does not condone they’re compulsive destructive social and physical abuse that they inflict upon they’re victims. A psychopath is someone who enjoys committing violence upon another. A sociopath is one who has no care for the wellbeing of others. This is rampant in modern Canadian livelihood. One other thing I’ve noticed about aggressors is that they go in and out of remission. (Which is cooperative behavior) A volatile destruction of one’s trust of others and distorting of one’s actions that is prevalent in victims is sexual abuse of the young and old alike. Next to physical assault it’s the most reactive and high profile to this day of violations of another person therefore it falls in the category of psychopathy from what I can see because of its physical and emotional impact. Victims carry on in public, say profoundly erratic and shocking statements, take up malevolence for those who stand by them and seek a vengeance that has no sympathy in any circumstance against theirs and other persons abusers. Their paranoia fuelles the problem of wrongful accusation cases ongoingly across the board. Usually a current abuser is in the background with these cases fuelling the fire while the victim holds out for some kind of mercy or justice. Wife beating and general abuse of children and animals are the most haness and hated by the public and the spectrum of victims in this country. (Canada) Sexual abuse is the most widely discussed and concerning of abusive behaviors towards humanity, (to the point that it’s an ongoing obsession and topic in the daily conversation in a conflictive situation between persons and within groups of all sizes) breeds decay within the psychological health of the groups themselves(like paranoia to a schitsophrenic) and they revel in it, abusers and all. All the power to the victims for their enthusiasm, but to reiterate what I wrote above, these actions are somewhat on occasion either false puppetry put on by the victim’s close and currently occupied as; violator, or by bystanders who just want a show or to gossip. The falsity and sadly sociopathic act of ‘fish netting’ just about every oddball as a possible suspect of these lowly behaviors is very common in today’s society. However, I have realized that their paranoia is justified by the number of women beating and sexual abuse cases showing up as a reality today and that there is a correlation with the amount of homosexuals that are violently “in the closet” who turn up in our courts and also who don’t (mainly due to victims trying to hold their lives together). Can this be explained by ethnicity clashes? Gangs?Terrorism?Languages? Why this correlation? Is it obviously connected to what was formerly seen as perversion, homosexuality, as a factor in these broken homes. Just because by my census in northern Ontario found that heterosexuality was a minority here and that the abuse rate changed for the worse shows that it is possibly a correlation. How long has this been going on? I find that these men need to use women as a shield, a sexual punching bag that’s worth no more than a cheap roast beef. This is a new social disease. Not homosexuality, but the act of taking a mate of the sex you aren’t interested in for personal gain. The action of these men is typical abuse and the women go on destroying their psychological health through these empty relationships. This one (me) who is looking for a healthy relationship feels ripped off however the sociopathic women choose their life like dolls instead. While the jails hold the psychopaths. The police jail and court workers go on with their corrupt behavior in our region. It’s that that continues to choke our young women into a compromise. They are a social disease, we are under siege from sick nations and countries and our men are allowing our women and children to fall by the wayside to make room for more homosexual dominance. It’s time to liberate the inflicted to avoid more people crossing over to psychological toxicity. As these victims start to depreciate into self destructing and outwardly destructive tendencies. Psychologists must prescribe and teach like never before in this age of lies, abuse and corruption

LO-FI Music Explained JAMES MCFARLANE·SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 2016 LO-FI MUSIC EXPLAINED The additional distorted data collected from the peripheries of our senses deliberately recreated and reproduced by means of adverse, outdated and unintentionally altered technology and style. Recorded or preformed ideally in the form of what we know as music and or film. broken record? More like audible snowflake. The geometry of nature get betrayed and expands when recording art under predetermined and active circumstances at the whim of the conditions of the environment and it’s setbacks. LO-FI Music/Media is the effect that the decay of our technology has on the pristine conditions in which we perform and record our visual and audible experience and the deliberate recreation and reproduction of these anomalies. Atonally thrusting forth with a foggy notion that these new audio and visual recordings of patterns that emerge from the more primitive forms of technology over time vaguely and remarkably respond to and compliment the setting of the reality intentionally being recorded on an almost conscious level. The question of how to activate them and where hey come from arises when artists of our own age with a knowledge of the recent technological and cultural past attempt the avantgard. Using predominantly analogue and traditional technology affected by time itself that we can alter ourselves in combined with natural (random) rate, voltage, velocity selection what have you to reproduce art AND what the ultimate effect of the recording process has on these works of avantgard art is the idea behind and the method LO-FI Music/Media. -James McFarlane (Seamus) I blew up Einsteins theory on insanity — James McFarlane (Seumas) JAMES MCFARLANE·SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 2016 Einstein said that the definition of insanity was repeating ones actions over and over again, expecting different results. I say that this behavior is far from insane. It is the fundamental law of how our development, bodies, daily lives, cultural traditions, reproduction, evolution and solar systems function. When looked at closely we see that even the most repetitious behavior is constantly changing at various rates. This is a law in all things in our universe therefore nothing ever really repeats itself. Rotations beautifully exist in nature and follow an imperfect geometry that we mimic in our cultures according the the schedules of the massive bodies above. Rock and roll, like opium or the moon have differing effects on the geometric patterns of our lives and evolution. Some rock an roll music by use of musical instruments (science) has combined the harmony of natures repetitious behavior (the drone) with the ever changing distortion factors like; time, mass, pitch and amplitude that are essential and fundamental to the evolutionary principle of repetitious behavior. Its the repetition that is the foundation we stand on, as long as your standing on it, expect something new to come about. Simply our presence in a scenario changes the physical and metaphysical environment at some rate, its our behavior and descisions that change that rate what manifests as the artwork or reality. — James McFarlane (Seumas) lyrics — James McFarlane (Seamus(Substreet Drones)) JAMES MCFARLANE·SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 2016

NEW — weird song (2016) the reaper, put the beat on hold, bones dug up just like the sunflowers in the snow, now deeper into the river of sight, if you go in that cave dont turn out the light, white light shines bright, no stars tonight, behind the vox stack, their singin heart is black, subwayswhislting over my head, thank god i climbed aboard instead, reap what you sew 4x (coda) Heart is black ive been had (ive been had) ive gone mad (ive gone mad) ths is war, (this is war) i told you all this before i beg you, i want you too, write me back heart is black face the facts, art is black, heart is black face the facts, art is black, oohicant stay, (ooh icant stay) cant go your way, (cant go your way) i felt you sweet smack, Your smoke is black (smoke is black) i beg you, i want you too, write me back heart is black face the facts, art is black, Beautiful face she thinks shes alright, butshes out of sight, swim in for a bite, underneath the white light, thining of fashons, and still looking smashing appealing to fools, out of all kinds of schools, lo frequency base, mixed with the acid taste, no it couldnt compare, to your beautiful face. you left a hole in my chest, a better shot than the rest, do you have five minutes, for a warhol screen test, at dawn i see a star burning not lie the rest, cant help but sit and wonder where its going next 4x cant help but sit and wonder where shes going next 4x Blue Haired BelleBlue Haired Belle, hangs around the gates of hellMorning stars get lost, in the flow of your blue sky locksDon’t despair, you’ve been on a track please take care, Come fly with me, its your blue sky that’s pure dont you see. Its alright You, me , everybody,we, see, only moonbeams,comets not so high,eathquakes in the sky,lalalight n short in hight and , nananight and it’s alright,lalalight n short in hight and , nananight and it’s alright, You light the way, through tunnels, try not the scrape, the gunnels,on the right a cave in sight, it’s alright not this timeon the right a cave in sight, it’s alright not this timelalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala lalalalaooooaaaaooooaaaaaooooooooooaaaaooooaaaaaooooooooooaaaaooooaaaaaooooooooooaaaaooooaaaaaoooooo Main Street When you called me up hereIdidnt feel like walkin, Now your sayin to me,youdidnt feel like talkinwhy are we so clumsy,so clumsy with our breadnow you tell me honey, how you keep your stomach fed, always lending yourself out, to the freaks that dot our lives,honey when you gunna shout, at those drones in out beehive,take a walk uptown, to the bucket where they drown,gunna tell them when they get out,to get theiur handouts downtown MorningAt the dawn of a new age,Sun comes up, smell the burning sage,take a step foreward, turn the pagesay goodbye to all those dark dark days, MAking a brew I stare a the fire,stir the pot, and then connect the wires,turn on the amp, the music inspires,got to free my mind from all the cheats and all the liars. Morningdrone You, you know what I mean, when isay,that nothings gunna happen today,and you, you know what imean,wheni tell you it’s just not my scene, you, yeees you, what the hell are we gunnado?and you, the only one you listen to, is a man, by the name of, Lou. We, yeees us three, could make it at a defferentpace,I, know that, it’s a discrace, Lord, take us to another place, So grab your stuff, your record albums,you take the wine, and ill take the guns, and into the ocean, we will go, cause you know, were headed, for the coast,so raise up your glasses, for a toast,ha, which one of us can drink the most,the father, theson, or the holy ghost,and you say that this car can race,but can it take us to that other place, a different side of mother natures face. take me to another place. Nothing drones honey comes from lots of work, sticky feet moving berserkpatterns form in crude beauty, drones fulfill a pointless duty, honey drips, from the hive, golden jkelly feeds their wife, pretty flowers messy home, nothing drones on like the cone, back and forth, in and out, dancing like we use our mouths,the pay is small and so are you, results of that sweetens my tooth, the task is never ending, constantly descending, dripping in the mouths of those not worth defending. Oppenheimer park Rolling down the open road, to the end of the line,end of the world, end of the illusion of time,I go down to the water, and feel the cool surf,hear music in the air and take it for what it’s worth, cant understand why people, could live on so little,when so much goes through them, and through the needle, so hasty, with the selling of their saved souls,the western downtown is bright, blunt, and bold. Walk up and down throughout the day, out of your mind,think of your home nevermore, till the end of timethe loop drones on and on like a broken clock,don’t need to climb the montain, cause your at the top Hastngs is not coming for you, your coming for it,like hell it bewccons like the incline of a pit,the east side, sits a nd people come from near and far,to sit, and sink, into the grass, in oppenheimer park oracle so your torched,your hanging by a thread,don’t scorch, your pretty little head,wishing through your lips that it worntpass,feels like your turning from a liquid to a gas, take a trip right to the edge of your mind, consciousness poured out and left behind,take a break from all the flats and all the sharpd,ride a cloud of nothing, and numb your broken heart To thew edge of your mind, distortion blurrs the line bettweenwhats out there and whats inside, deep in the cave, breath in the cold air,see shadows on the wall,… stare bring news just like homing pigeon,come down, and start a new religion, leave now, and speak out, littereally or metephorical,the knowledge you posess will make you the oracle. Pipe Dream A science experiment gone totally wronga weather balloon with some kind of evil about it,all the kids at school could see it above the horizon,my friends and i knew we’d be better off without it, king kong, walked along high street, where the freaks and thugs call home,if he could reach this floating disaster on time,he knew he would never have to die alone,hethough about it and realised the people wouldntunderstandhe knew their alien nation would turn this ape into a man, darkened minds turn on a dime, revolve in time along thin white linesyin and yang drip from a wolfs fang, one pulls the trigger the other goes band why can we get to the meaningof this philosophy of feeling, how do we break the silence of the checkerboard of violence. Darkened fool has lots of toolsd, dead at the deep end of the pool, boring times and pouring rhyme, the question, is this really mine? why can we get to the meaningof this philosophy of feeling, how do we break the silence of the checkerboard of violence. Psych em out Psychem out like rabid vermin, make em shout a phony sermon,see right through their simple game,right to their core their thoughts of shame, watchem blow upon the fire, rocks explode right on the liar, social change brings end to war, housewife trembles on the floor,backwardsforewards, up and downvoisc encircle all aorund, observeprecieve hear see know learn mirror be, identify possible flaws, of the menace with no causethe time is now, so try to learn how to bend the rules they use to keep you down. Rabbit hole Salvage you mind while it is illuminated, a fire out of control,a cabbage in ttime, right now it is fumigated, wired and housing a soul,badhabbits in line, schedualed to be terminated, inspire you out of your hole, A rabbit , redefined and underrated but higher than ever before, drink up while the tea is hot and bright blue, the flesh of the gods makes it so,3 caps and some stems is all i can do, to see shooting stars upon the snow, think sweetly of me, with emotions so true as yu stand and look through the window,think of thinkgs to do when im gone for good now, waving at the bus watching it go, Im down in the southland, with deep curving valleys and bridges all rusty and crumbling, with grasses all dying and rivers of green and subways whistling under me. a spot on the corner , a 30 dollar gutar, a case and a cigarette too, is all that i need to get usedd to my home and bring my mind closer to you. The last of this song, is all out of place, but the pace rings true to the rule, of the verses before i shut tight the door on the patterns lost and misconstrewen,becauseits all backwards and forewards like this, its in shambles but its not a ruin,the end of this 4 verse song has arrived, to the point you might not clue in. Sea of lights Rockj and rave, through the night,on speed in a sea of lights,jump spin contort thrust,black white pain lust,spent a week there last might, maybe more,steal yourself a holy death crouching by the door cause we all live in sin but it makes music sound new, go out on a limb, and let the world surround you, we rave through the atonal thrusts and the booms,tonight the flowers of evil are in full bloom, Standing there all in white, she sings in the spotlight, in darkness and style, we strum all the whilestanding all in black behind the vox stack, from behind sunglasses, we inspire the masses, cause we all live in sin but it makes music sound new, go out on a limb, and let the world surround you, we rave through the atonal thrusts and the booms,tonight the flowers of evil are in full bloom, Walk and talk it through the park,whiplashgirlchild in the darkrun run run, take a drag shoot your speed while you brag i’ve been orchestrating behind sunglasses,immitatingprodogy, and writer, man, tomboy and a throusand fans zeppelin spotlights on my brain exploding plastic in my veinhypnotyic tones as the propellers drone,mind bending sounds, resonate undreground, dak circles never weed, new york 1963, Chcmysic, velvet freak desensitize alter tweak, no money car moon or sun, sell your blood for heroin,if she ever comes now now, moe beat on that drum now now,pink perfume, mantra neumes silk screen factory tunes superstar test only the best wine coffee speed heroin rest,darkcircl;es never weep, new yourk 1963,theyve been up for weeks, in the white light the tweak, in 63 Skeleton Here we are again, moneys all been spent, you don’t know where hesbeen,hes trying to fend off things that dwell within, hes a skeleton. at the end of days hes been here before he says, narrow in mannyways,hes a skeleton,andidont know where hesgoin, or why he thinks itssnowin, he can see the wind thatsblowin, hes a skeleton, Spotlight Reap what you sew,snakes and poppys in her hair,sun flowers in the snow,make you look like your not so old,it had been so long i could not recall her face,she came outside to meet me though iwas’t her case,nowi sit and wonder if I’m out of place,the memories i had of her, are in outer space Standing all in white, she sings in the spotlight, in darkness and style, we strum all the while,on the odd days I could talk to her,harmony and dissonence, a modern venus in furs,up and down that hallway, rotating the earth,waiting there for hours and hours, for her the quench my thirst. Sweet grass summertime,see the star shine, and i don’t mind revisiting those times,although my mind is blown, i play the drone,saying goodbye while you’re getting stoned. Vicious lips oooooo what to do,iwanna see you too,i think imgoin mad, ooooim not that sad noooi wonder sometimes where you are,what moon what planet under what star,id like to think your not that far, but we both know that trip was hard your vicious lips, eard on the airwaves, waking the dead, from their graves,your sweet, but your toxic, been three weeks since you dropped itI found it in my pocket, your trains comin I cant stop it You Made Me the reaper, put the beat on hold, turns to dust when they turn to dope,promises, he couldntkeep,to save a life, only three feet deep,you’re my catalyst, myonliness, decemberbaby,im the creep you made me,you’re my catalyst, myonliness, decemberbaby,im the creep you made me,the reaper, put the beat on hold, turns to dust when they turn to dope,promises, he couldntkeep,to save a life, only three feet deep,you’re my catalyst, myonliness, decemberbaby,im the creep you made me, Come Back Around JAMES MCFARLANE·FRIDAY, MAY 13, 201610 Reads The process as a whole is always a learning experience like no other. Ultimately, like the brain has a recognition and physical atribute that corresponds with most chemicals in nature (possibly even synthetic chemicals) the psychological functions that a person can aquire are almostordaned and recieved in a timely fashion by the organ and im assuming the subconscious effortlessly and for evolutionary purpose. So I will assume everyones own, (however existential), growth experience is interesting. Having the atribute of spiking and deminishing of at least two of the brains most important chemicals related to experience, and behavior… and the awareness of the (most obvious to you) potential for not only chemical related occurances and their ripple effect, but the behavioral methods that the acute brain, manic brain, almost has a natural function to excercise and use usually either for a better survival or further expansion into astonishing existential and soon to be investigated parapsychological, social behaviors that tend to stick as long as they serve in a new type evolutionary (ie “Counter intuative”, productive and humanistic beavior that the mind eagerly draws in like an antennae recieving and storing up valueable energy. Setting this agenda and also surviving the early episodes, of bipolar, (which are usually the most drastic) are two hurdles to get over, let alone the crude, almost sickening archetectural features in our community hospitals, thats purpose cannot be desguised as heathcare to the human eye. A grossly overused assortment of bondage equipment and isolation chambers (not to mention your absence of any dignifying articles of clothing( also to be moved and set in place on occasion) nowadays plate glass walls, a whole dungeon setup designed by those people involved no less, who really probably care wheather the colour they chose or how their design would function better than the decaying sweat soaked ultimately in our home towns case, my favorite case, dried blood stained, apparenty approved for use by some dr, a single hallway, to alk up and down seemingly endlessly, untill not suprisedby the inevitable dread code white, that is the delight for the predominantly, …listen t me… dominated, by your average practicing as ferociously as they can with as little effort as possible, sociopath and more importantly to re ognise, violent violators psychopaths, who pretymch have the real pl working there stressin over what could possibly be these ppls capabilities, and are alienated inside by this evil thay cannot risk their ,,, virtully anything valuable, like a job or who knows, omg… thats why she left,,,,, so, yaa, these ppl rise like cream, annnnnd they have a really good time eeeehm, .. now nurse practitioners or legends, thir former dominator look like theyve aged, well lets say i was convinced they had beeen using prolongued use on heavy stimulents, like crack. iloldrewaout a blueprint with symboldsfr the patient advocate, neaysi mostly wantd to write and its alot of shit thats gone no doubt as home with ,,,lets say u know like fat cat. what, i was 15, and he was fat then, now hes the last one standing up there that i know of. oh yea… so i would say if u want out, and as of late i thing the design is perfect for the right ppl, socios included, fuckers, but, the dr, they are jst as careless as the security guards who cant hide haw stupid the really are and the odd couple who are revealing that their ok, still, idicovered, ,, maybe not in north bay, but in a proper community, like the city, ………..lost my train,,,, i think that i was getting at how just to be fair and …eyea 50 percent of the staff endowd with the ability to weildstrapps, and are encouraged by their no doubt under educated superiors, to always have the wrist ready to be broken if, now this brings me back,,,, they chokeyou, than comes the bondage that betty page would think is very unatractive, idk,,, the thing is,,, ya the drs, oh waut,, ok…. 1/3 of all of them are,,,, exculding the drs, and the janitors, who if ihaventdiscosedya are always there to pile up on a code white, and i know,, listen to me, no janitor ive met would grab my ass so hard on such a numerous a pile up, i have eyes in theback f my head,,,,,,, italalot,,,,,,, ppl that work so hard tp climb so not that far up the ladder in society, yes, sum of them are costume rocking witchcrftprodiges, who, will, 1 take the whole bunch of guys .. it may have been the forensic unit,,, this little thing is known by ,ppl, ive talked to about the psych who are inderectyl told by their others who work it, and ave stories about the oddity of us. iduno,, alot went down, but,, boring s yea she walks me throught e bysantine conduit iup to the floor, and the police have to walk somewhere behind to uncuff me and ta da, , y o iwanna bring up corporeal action when the best times,,, due to the conditios of bondage uuuuuuuuuuh were strictly through plate glass,,,,, ie. rare appearenced that are pretty much the only way. i really was bloody fucking thirsty 8percent and i mea ya,, when i was younngti chewed up braaaaan and drank my watttaaeer, and drew peace sighnsandd 7 days laterrrrr, after she sumhow managed to get an earbud into my head screaming for any colour you like by pink floyd, and playd the fungsonhggg, badassss. straight jacket. prolly day 4,,,,, i still think cough syrop is good for teenagerswhatver,,m took me to the top. ok… to get offf, the ward do as such; by Ultimately drawin on to no apparent end in crayons complete with nicotine gum (smokes,, the only freedom, not yet a right, that is so hard to get,,,,, and i learned to smoke in side the scarborough general hospitol,,, that room soon became the chamber, i would be locked in, for manny weeks, at different times,, thats where alot also hapened, is where the nude bondage asianfemaldr, ..whati mean i s theatwwhatwuldlou reed say… they never forgave us for nagasaki.,,, newaysive never spent more time in a i also a what appears to be and have bben told by assdocter of the north bay pstychwhi took to court at the hospitol and he got yelled at by a panel while my dad defended him and i ate cookies cus ii was really manic,,,, i also was 15 1/2… he later let me try and commit suicide,, thats a story of a different colour,, sounds like sprockets, idk,, idontwafe war with very real religiossympomatic shat, iuuuuuhm , so,,,, hereswahat krb8tujvcklwelbutrin.,,, ya, it istaken orally it shoul get right to work in three ad a half weeks, if suicidal,,,,, pray, oooir if u cant get dxedrine,, or sum speed beane drink a bottle of childrensgeapecoughsyrup once a day,,,, this acts as a seritonin reuptake inhibitor of a differrentcolour. 2 to 4 hours,,,iu get the mental stimulation,, it reall is a mellow buzz butttttyupppidecare fuck cough syrop…… dexedrineisnt out there and i know it couould really bbe used and they aslso do,, ie. jfk, addisons disease, dexedrine/anphetamine. so,, it will make y0ur 90 year old great aunt we all frogot about over in blind river get up from the abyss of alzheimers and dementia and sing thins is the day that the lord hath made,, ,but with real and concious interaction,,, without memory of course. however,,, she does that,,, did that anyway , but,,, im sure every month not every day,, at least one trial of … iuffingadhd adults can take it,,, why cant she. smeared into the grate of every window and the classy bubble rooom which actually was made with enough pride according to the regionnsid say, to have an even more, almost funny, and certainly battered scratched and spat on bubble for the head psychiatrist t poke his head into every few days. Lets not froget how that scene ended. like my father and grandfather before me who conditioned and alterred the correctiona institutions for fifty fife years now a conmfortablevacatin for psychopaths and whoever, not even the hole could stand up to point blank restraints naked, with your flimsy gown around your chest. at least in the bubble room there was lots of privacy, u know, to each institution their own, glass , bubble blood stained, probably 60 years of ppl that somehow said something that attracted the attention of their nurse, who no doubt vollynteered after printing your file which is most likely epic thick, there is no room for any of their creative stylings in that no, i did just smash the wall into pieces and ya all the insulatin is everywhere, high five and respect from my cute transference mistress, (and a couple others.)

Perverts Dictionary (O_o))))))))))))) Trilateral — jinx No doubt — yes, super Doble- adorable, dobles, adobles Straight up — forthrightly, correct, right, or goof Throwing babies makes them gay Avant garde — protect the old (art) stay the same Downtown, — quiet not ratting Technology — rewind/splice mp3 interchangable Right up — shooting up Not up — free (not in trouble) Word — “my promise” new word, yes Naw — ya goof / no Buzz out — use vibrator / get high Drone- parapsychological anomalie Phe — speed (methanphetamenes) Stellar — awsum / the sun / single thing Figure — shape (claivoiance) One — god / goof Out-gay or leaving No doubt — ur gay / im gay. (For sure (im a whore)) straight up In — a goof out “my thing ‘ — claivoiant animation (repeated) Pentagon/circuit — terrific Duality — love or contrast in nature Straight — not gay or no drugs Up-in torouble/retarded/fucked Goof — crazy p/pedophile / molester/rapist/asshole Pervert-whore/hooker Asshole-incessant talker(mean) Solid-honest reliable Ethereal — heavely, sticky, Bird- girl pervert , moron Badass-pervert/violent, missile Idiot –saying nething Toad- smaker (heavy) old vagina A hard — a stiffy Eh eh- turning vol down and then up to trick parents in the 70s in quebec Bonhome — dildo, goof, good man Ein — get in /out (here) goof (French) ass hole/vagina Institution/church shouting= good Tabernacle-chest Coalis-chalise Zeut-fuck Fuck- rape/damnet or sex Stomping — raping Bang out- beat on Beat up — gay kids trying to get their frieing off violently Rank out — make someone stink by working them or hurting them / cast someone out canadian military style (gay) , gang up on someone till they freak out (psychopaths do it all over Canada)’ Trast- drunk /party/water Dai-morning, cool, fun, ausum, hello! Good-goof Story along-paranormal happening involving ancestral memory Psychic-all in one, prophet telepath Telepathic — mind to mind talker, thinker Telekinetic- moving things/ ppl Claivoiance- seeing colour from other ppls minds Rod-skyfish/fast moving anomaly animal Vaj-old or young vagina Oss — dog or baby vagina Grandma- bag in tree Candy — transsexual My honey — sexy (on the wind(throwing laughter(female))) Beating off — complex Wacking off-pervert Jerking off — solid (female) Move-walk / go Mullet-militia Freak –goof (black word) Ca — crap — crow call Germ freak-someone who forces germs on ppl Quay-(beautiful woman (cunt) — woman) latin Mead-morphene Rin — heroin (dust / cookie crumble) Beans — speed pills Rids — Ritalin No shit- of course Jib-meth Hellfire — run off meth (bad) Food — crack Molly-mdma /e Bombs — ecstacy cid — Acid (lsd) shrooms-magic mushrooms sterl — brother (little) afgan weed — brown pot kife — bad weed (shake) leaves) shibby — cool/goof cool-gay/awsum fade white — see white on od (heroin/mescelin(go to heaven/hell)) road — freedom — out of institution the suck — mescalin myth ast — perversion telekinetic- asty sortof meta/physical movement from the brain outwardly god — goof — one or christ lady stink — female deodorant leave it — shirt on chest (gay /bi) stop it hiboit gland — make you fat cured with amricain medicine merican — goof citizen of America Canadian- a sovereign citizen of Canada (incestewous clown) Were done — end releationship British — gay mongerers Nono –nig mistake Famished — thirsty / starved Sent — innocent Pervert — to change something and make it last nothing — absence, bipolar universai — multiple universes psykinetics — telepathy / telekinetics/claivoiance geniupsy — psykinetic offspring genius — generating new thought (brilliant) bipolar- up and down serotonin and dopamine, psychopath — violent person sociopath — not caring about neone oppositional defiant — opposing help borderline personality — victim misbehaving schitzophrenic — high fixed dopamine, fixed seretonin (normal)\ drone — unpiloted airplane, good worker, artist , schitzophrenic dick — enlarged clitoris get out of here — come here little child aced — gay men trying to get pregnant, daughter , sqaired away k — ketamine ass — dad/grandfather hun — little stut( skank) brecky — greek (breakfast) supper — jewish (Dinner) brecko — Italian (breakfast) avatar — ethereal image of oneself asshole — girl or boy or rapist (north bay / Chicago)\ goof — sad or sexy ethereal image from shame can be cured with desensitization (knumbaning) (telepathic) ya — pedophile dude — black pedophile Italian cowboy, fake doctor (candadian) huffin — pretending to be someone else while using telekinteicks in a sexual fashion. sadomasochist — paingiver/enjoyer earphoning — hearing ppl in ypur speaker — hold speaker up to ear and hand over other ear, psychopaths recommendation pur — rapist/pervert uggz — ug;y phile — pedophile ace — gays — rape — sister — grandma-brother path — telepath or a psychopath/sociopath, can — male whore cop- fake police (pedophile) musac — music laid — losing virginity glowie — acid victims (creep) ente old stupid goof dex — cough syrup bed down — tie to bed (north bay) fuck right off — screw my girlfriend\ fuck off — go cop the u- universe no shit — definitely mangina — friend spect-respect right up — repect straight up — disguise Italian — scot Adisguzi — disgusting excuse me No shit- really? Love — goodbye

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“love”  and the knowledge that one can be loved and in my case always, I only philosophise with the partial use of solid evidence that I have been loved by the one I love therefore at and for that moment(pretty much after the moment my phone died, after 30 seconds of reading trainpotting aloud, there was a subconscious subjective foggy notion that was there to be discovered by the psyche,  at this moment I can prove using circumstancial evidence and truth know by both partied involved, the dependant factor being me loving her forever, and the independent factor her being a single indesisive woman looking for a man who will love her forever combining to make a positive chemical and psysical reaction, that is the fundamental tradition that is the goal of all living thngs on this plant and its most evolutionary form of it is when it’s “Love based” one giving the other what its most in need of and deprived of, the others love, not the love of a friend, but physical experiments that are love based, expressing love on not neccesarily a physical level (like if ur on the phone or sumthing)but specifically a sexual level. The compounding factors that result in reactions happenings cresendoes babies,, are when the energy isnt circular but moves in one direction, when the one party is starved, an the other has a wealth, and the act of giving not just what the yearning needs, but what  he wants, when the desired with all her wealth, emparts her secret harboured denied expression love though tradional reproduction based activities, that friendship goes from “limbo” into action, even for a moment, through technology that alerts the senses, in this case hearing, wheather the deprived is even present or physically participating, isn’t the point the point is that the foggy notion of true love was expressed transmitted in a traditional and pivitol form, even though I picked up the transmission through one sense,  my ability to hear, the value of those vibrations, though lo-fi and misenterperted until the last few seconds before the line went dead (FUCK), were interperated and acknowledged and the whole venus in furs philosophy of the one party giving the other what it wants so bad, but has been denied, and doing it with love, or what they BOTH KNOW is the kind of love that’s needed and given over finally with effortless,  voluntary participation from the dominant, resuling in satisfaction in bohe parties (in my case the girl and I were more harmonized cause it was love based. Sex based, and send in the sacred medium of sound, and the talisman, the artifact, the memory the high velocity evidence that the message was of high fidelity, was that she didn’t use descriptive words (language) I was unfortunately (my medium at the time) it was her specific instrumental natural sirens alerting me to the intentions that truly lied behind her actions towards me  even if it was for that day only, this medium I collected from the field is highly obvious and irreplaceable piece of art that is regarded by the mind of the homosapien on a natural level as evidence that it not just social interacton, its a higher form of interaction, sexual yes, the highest form, occurs only when the truly loving is truly loved, on a sexual level, which indicates physical involvement,  and it did, only on one side, the side of the desired, the starvd had revieved the intention, and it was love, something metaphysical that can only be cofimed as occurring for ne length of time is undeniable corporeal action, even if its just her, givin er to you reading literature over the phone, the gift of reassurance that you are loved in this memorable case was not through words, but audible expressions from the depths of physical and mental activity from her diaphragm through her vocal chords and into my eardrum, was evidence enough that our seemingly healthy and thriving friendship was being held in limbo while I struggled with life and suffered over the denial of the true real deal love you were harbouring and saving in yourself for the future, didn’t dim and go out like a candle that burned up all the wax. Without official acknowledgement celebration and because I was still fucked up, without the long lasting  relationship that we wished wold follow and planned for, the sound of her primal sirens, sent mono ideo-dnamically from her entire physical being emitting frequencies that resonate with the earth around her and correspond with the stimuli, me, the correspondence being the brief experience of hearing the broadcast of it, acknowledging the fact that no matter how flawed or un aware I was prior to precieving what was transpiring an how classicly themed to fit my experience it was, that the fucking phone died before I heard the end of it, I clued in to what was going on, (id been informed of this “drone”she makes by her ex boyfriend (the other guy) right before he drove his helpful and convenient car out of her life)  Even if it was “her being noisy” it was fundamental sensual body chemistry, stimulated physically by the best means she knew how mentally by the imperative consciousness of the presence of the instinctualy, reproductivly essential of (in her case) a genuine male emitting stimuli, in both of our cases the stimuli was audio. The rare and most modern evolutionary trait is the simultaneous(I say this empathetically because were using language the figure this out not a live experiment going on right now or some shit) Emotional involvemint by both parties “while during coitus” bein, to into words, (I know that you’ve been loveing me so im gunna love you back) tho words are sweet but it doesn’t compare to the same message sent in the biologically, exceptional quality thats essential to the balance of the bodies involved and there connection to one another, the planet and the unverse, sound and where it comes from and the intention or involuntary reason for its presence and amplitude, dissonant or harmonious, perhaps my reading, my being on the line was the drone, and the harmony was her dissonant siren song. Its our new found puprose as humans to when ready reproduce.  Love is highly evolved, and requires corporeal and linguistic and energetic action on both parties to be confirmed as true love. It works like a battery(the casing of the battery is the relationship here), one end needs what the other end has access to; the positive end has its own energy attached to it(the juice in the battery, posetve energy),(in this case this is our one, the girl)attractive body(+end)and a mind (the positive ends underside that’s harboring all the energy in the friendship/relationship (battery casing)the negative port on the other end of the battery on its outside (my mind in this case)is permanently attached through the casing of the battery to the mind of the desired, this girls memories thoughts etc. (the underside of the positive end) and not her body. Why because the casing is plastic,( the friendship) isnt enough to join the two to create a circuit, but the love(the battery juice made up of strange elemets) attracted by her negative mind(the underside of the positive end) and makes her body(the tip) fertile and ready to create electricity(communication) only the casing of battery acid(loving friendship)charged by my positive actions(the acid is positively charged by the underside of my mind(the negative ends underside) which represents my body, which behaves like the warm intentions of my actions, which positively go nowhere unless her mind (negative underside of the top of the battery)gets inspired by the love in the friendship (which is positively charged yearning, my positive actions played lovingly into her open mind(negative underside of the top) inspiring her to do something with her body(top of the battery positive) in response to my positive charge on her mind and all the love it can unleash,  for the sake of warm intentions she turns on a cell phone,, her phone(or wire casing) the copper thread in the wire(the signal) the positive charge in the wire, (her calling me) and her hooking up the wire touching it to the negative end of the battery(her bodies actions and warm intentions inspired by a recognisable charge I embody that she identifies with(my body and life being negatively charged with aa positive mind and her beautiful face and attractive personality.)  my phone rings and I see its her, the one, I immediately am inspired that its her charge the one im missing positively lovely, what is she up to? and i pick it up,

A simple circuit at this point, is her using a tool or wire to send all her positive energy through to her body by using her minds attraction to positive energy, by simply attaching the wire it sends the positive energy not just through her mind and body but back down on her body, when the extension (the wire) is put on my mind(the negative end of the battery in this case, my mind),deliberately by her, sending the energized current of the love in our friendship (juice in the battery) into my mind(the end of the battery with a bump) by way of the wire (cell phone signals connecting our phones and her voice and energy being the current) all the positive energy meets the negative charge of my mind and then that foreign female tone (positive electrical current) the positive energy stemming from the juice, the love, that’s made up of elements like lithium(in the case of the battery and in my case as well) this element and other alloys, the whole chemistry of the battery acid, holds the charge positive because energy flows, and love or acid can be charged by the bi polarity of conducters meaning they are opposing one anothers charge on the outside leaving potential for power over nature,  while on the inside, inside the battery the compounding nature of the universe is seen between you and me, me and the chemicals and elements the acid the love that is positively charged by me and only me, in this battery regardless of proximity my charge is still the key, litteraly loving you moved energy directly making me alternately free but obviously reflects its imperfections symetricaly and quite similarly to your perfect face and body  only introspectively and this thing I call negativity you existentially use to control and manipulate me by means of electrical currents like a shark in the sea, but the ocean currents in our world somehow moved me so far we couldn’t be but as the drone turns up the heat as chemists cure insanity, inevitably the duality of the friendship followed the trail right back to me,  from the beach into the city,  while metaphysical acid rain fell on her black umbrella,  drops of synthetic nightshade provided a ground and a side effect equaled a perfectly balanced sound resembling a circuit around my neck and down to the nervous wreck, I stand and smoke out on the deck, and remember that was how we met I  stop, wait my energys charge self provides, enough energy to survive, with my new social activity the acid, charge, size, speed and proximity and  the voltage of the current and relativity. My positively charged ablilitys that betray the moon like your fertility, a simple circuit cant explain the lovesick emotional pain still forming drops of acid rain only strengthening my brain, its time I have to get reactive, send this to her radically brilliant highly attractive yet negatively charged mind where chemicals of another kind will get inspired as she reads about batteries and his energy (that she secretly lovingly keeps rightfully under her locks and key with her sharp mind and memory should recall the flattery,  the almost dead battery, poetic licence and mad hattery finally gets me through the matter we, lost all sense of pattern, see, the point was electricity, and keyboards I would never see, played like a former prodigy, with drones that resonate with me just barely metaphysically, through my sleep deprived behavior induced heightened state, Ive always been able to wait, epiphanies sometimes come too late, but revelations give me faith that your negative mind and my positive state, memories of how u altered fate, I know theres more to come but wait, don’t get offended by my state , my batteries dead so save the date, remember wiser things I’ve depictions finished in your head, an electrician would have briefly said, what took me hours,  in ten minutes u will have read, I must finish without my meds, theyd knock me out, blow to the head, ill miss away you time instead,  that lilliad inside your mind

DRONe3

.<0_O> — — µ — <_<)))) DRONe³ And other Poems and writings by James McFarlane Telepath/Necromancer James McFarlane·Friday, May 18, 2018 . Telepath may 2018 Pencil sharp, smoke a dart early morning engines start Crescent moon blue grass tunes frost on the window and my spoon. Dopamine and serotonin, pain relief telepath droning, a walk of life, on a limb buds froze until the dawn of spring. Train passing dread grasses, Sage burning sky lasting, electric currents flowing now, necromancer up and down, Dopamine and serotonin pain relief telepath droning, a walk of life on a limb buds froze until the dawn of spring. -Seumas Necromancer May 2018 Floating wearily but in some comfort overhead. Making sheets move on my bed. Conversations in and out, speaking without our mouths. Blue fires light up your darkness please don’t ever find me as heartless I love you always one two three here’s the bass now jam with me Exhale eternally into the mic, angel choirs out on strike. Necromancer up and down, rein / radius across town, soon I will return with thee to this town/life Ville/vie. –Seumas (New Revisions) James McFarlane +Seamus to thee, from my effort unsatisfied underground nothingdrones, its letting go and walking away from it to choose to lose, this is therapy now I need to go, you know it and I got the show on the road I’mtired and now am holding a rose, I’m loosing my grip on the following code DRONe -Seumas (James) Monday, February 22, 2016 OK thisone’s right off the wall: this is a strangely written and personal poem It’scalled “Siren heart Drone” (meant for a mature audience) A’ hem…. I’m nervous, I don’t freestyle often I wish there was a way to put this near the bottom of my timeline, it’ll be my latest and greatest lyric though, + POSETIVE INDUCTION — The positive attraction to your conductive psyche, is a form in itself existing in me, subjective almost ironically, the circuitry, being both electricity and imaginary cranked up high by your fun chemistry by way of the cerebral. (Which is flattering me) The circuitry with chemistry minus proximity, (causing a reaction deliberately) the electrical frequencies that you received from me were; artsy descriptions in accents I read. Other elements of me manifesting masculinity through my dorky frequency, gave off feedback that, officially; for me heralded the dawn of freed energy. So… metaphysical seed, dropped and sewn that day, (I guess what I am trying to say is): My girl my girl, don’t lie to me, oceans away your eyes can see, my bending sending light like this, in response to; the drone from your white laced lips. For the of lack of your treble and charge of your base, my “methadone”, White Light/White Heat, can take its place, anti-acidic mantra chi, surrounding me, a black dot in space. Divided by the curve encased, the metaphysical takes place. The fact that we’re in touch today, makes sirens blare and drones play, I’ll send this over right away, and then appropriately play, ‘beautiful face’ a newer way, I could elaborate for 3 straight days. Now what follows is what’s next on the fret board of your hex. It’s between, us; a fish out of net. So this will be all they get. ok here goes, ya, this is for the ladies in town I know that sounds weak but I blame the moons energy for you cute young women never being around when I finally spit the rhyme on solid ground, neway this is about you, you and the town where I choose, and choose to settle down instead of just stop swimming and drown, no more worries, no frowns, I’m gunna work it on out, cause I’m bound for the tides, not the sound, yea, ok, you know what I mean, yea k here I go, you ready? You steady? I stole the crown from the underground, I thought it would look nice with your gown, I’m upward bound so, are you down with my verbs and nouns? I don’t freestyle rap but this might as well be,flowin literally right now cause i come down hard with a sound that this new town including your highness have minds to breakdown, so get down breakdown, my chic mystique-psychologique will make you turn around and blush while your current boyfriends drunk on the ground cause he substitutes love with down, he doesn’t have an ear, genetically, to hear your siren sound for which I was born to kinetically harmonize, desensitize and heal your weary eyes. This is the treatment we need now ill even show you how, like a bow that goes up and down, helping us resonate these bloody strings, while the clipper ship sinks…… Sinks with the low tide.c’mon lets head home. The moons making my fire rise. That means soon it will be high tide, the ocean spray it stings my eyes, so let’s go inside, its morning time, look at color in the sky the sun is just about to rise. MY clipper ship’s on seas of rye. Empty bottles of scotch catch her in the eye. I’m not afraid of all those guys, they’re lucky they even have a sty. I’ve seen farms that would make you cry. These pale blue eyes are all but mine. And yours are like that brand of dye, that in our last summer together, we ALL tried, permanent like the purple in my mind’s eye or the in the dimly lit sky the night I officially died, all from a med, instead of one I took 10, benzodiazepines, all I wanted to do was compound the prescribed effect at the right dose they make a nervous wreck feel and appear normal so I took them, now I’m in debt, but only tried this cause u have me in check, ready to knock the crown off my head, make it your golden cauldron instead. You know I’m good with shocking steel and know how to forge blend anneal so this golden crown is probably real, and I assure u from the other room that it’s safe to use took a meal. Only cause it’s my deal I leave out the part about removing toxic alloys by melting steel, adding chemicals from the field and as the method never revealed used those same chemicals, that we all feel, all the time in our head to make tiny slow moving particles to turn make gold out of lead. So neways with confidence I said GO AHEAD! But I couldn’t lie to her, so I yelled from the other room, “u should know, that thing is gold but it use to be lead. She laughed, hesitated, placed the pewter cauldron on the stove instead and put the golden crown on her head. She finally walked down the hall and into her room where I was using dust pan and broom, she didn’t say nething, just got up on her bed which was shrouded with purple threads forgetting her glasses, still she picked up my book and read, I said here ill read aloud for you instead, within a few minutes of reading she started to turn red, the stove was on low so she got herself fed THAN served us both breakfast in bed. SUDDENLY I awake and see that we are parked at the end of a pier in some town in Quebec, I yell out stupidly from my stuper, WERE ON A PIER! She had good laugh about that occurrence on several occasions. but ya I took too many pills and was all sleepy on our road trip, all in all, yet again, I fed my head then lost all my cred, it being an accident, it made me sleep like the dead, that’s when I lost you, or you lost me, literally you looked everywhere and couldn’t find me, conscious or not, id soon figure id been stung by the bee, the most painful thing however, and my only memory was later that night when you were beside me, or was it he that got there before me, ok now I must stop and back up, the cheap words pouring from me, telling the details of this pathetic story it’s pissing me off, like losing the love of your life to a drug, and then officially to drugs plural, like 5 years of fucking up pretty much following this one night, the moment you realized you had lost the one girl, the one you compare every girlfriend you get ultimately fucking that up too, the one. its caused ache in whets left of my drug affected love starved blackened heart and caused my excellent poem to go right off the rails, so I’ll get on topic and ill even do it in rhyme, what inspires me to try to try, it’s the ache in my heart that is its key function now when I think of this girl and am reminded of the moment I lost her. ok here goes, regardless, we were in bed together, and from your sleepy head where your soul lies and you can never die, I heard your memories cry, and as I realized all the days I tried so hard to try but wouldn’t, couldn’t try and now I can’t cry is because I was always too shy in your unfulfilled eyes despite being my inspiration for the last 4 or 5 years of drugs and art with your recent if u can even call it that separation the focus intensifies about u and other girls like the sweet PortugueseIrish girl from the only psych ward I recommend at hotel diu in Kingston where I was actually treated properly (maybe cause it’s a catholic hospital, maybe cause I was so fucked up I appeared catatonic for days till this fox brought me down and romanced me for a month) she’s your competition….who contributed to my psychological cardiomyopathy however, a number of “the ones” but evenbefore that I was fucked up, I was the youngest psychiatric patient in Ontario or something, I learned how to smoke inside a smoking room in the shithole Scarborough grace when I was fifteen, I think I checked myself in hen I was twelve just to get away, that may have been what that asshole head of psychiatry was talking about. I also hit the highest highs, and the most demonic abysses of suicidal advanced psychotic depression, and took more abuse for it from nurses drs and the police, not to mention my family, but I still unconditionally love and am loved by my parents and grandparents, Jesus, I sacrificed my life and goals to save my families souls literally offed myself when I was 16 years old to end the devils elaborate foothold on me the people around the household appliances and machines, the behavior of living things the weather and the temperature of the room depending on my tortured state the only common theme is that others hurt and share it with me and my empathy kind of bounces back like an echo, I express and receive the grief while later, I only know this because when I fall, which I don’t do nemore thanks to medical science, its all about them.. but now this, she cried in her sleep and the only difference about these tears the ones that dried before her, is that the tears were for the two of us,not for being hurt but for me getting hurt and that hurt her, and it came out of her in a subconscious later state, kind of like me, this happened something like five years ago and it never gets old, ok , so here’s how THIS sad story goes; back to you, we were basically sleeping on the ground, I was tied up and bound, mothers little helper’s cheque bounced, I stupidly blame the devil in benzos but as of last Chinese new year I now denounce him, clonazepam is free from sin,(the cure), which I am resistant to so even though in the name of a better life I took 1/16th of an ounce I was still wide awake laying beside you, thinking only to myself about how I fucked up, it wasn’t even my own script at the time like u even need to know this it was a gift from the big Mc the tragically crip former editor in chief of legal manuscript, this bug makes the dj tick, and he made me, (sick) so (to this day I thank god for the count and amount per pill per day,,, throw your troubles away and pray that it was ok to stray from your holy bible, “psychology today”) So I was now bound for the pound, complete and total disgrace all around, from the moment u made that sound I knew our plans were going down that I would leave town, shoot smack and somehow return because YOU specifically gave the instruction to COME BACK! But things got whack I dropped out of school after taking philosophy which I passed, took drugs then relaxed let the nothing drone blare and move towards and away from the past managed to stay out of the psycho shack and somehow followed the chemical and psychological path out of the woods, fuck that was one long sidetrack, but it’s over, now, it took a year of wandering to end it but I did so…back before I initially left town your eye lids were down. I’d spent our whole friendship collectively letting you down by being ur favorite one in town and not responding in a way that could let us…. Fuck I was a clown,ever since I pulled a sigmen froid and used white to get off opiates it’s been renown but like the psychologist before me once declared, down (heroin) so satisfying in the right dose, has basically fulfilled their open ended prediction for the drugs future, in one shot like vaccine, the queen of all drugs, administered in the highest healthy dosage intravenously is the cure all found in Montreal, and then a deliberate clean cut from all non prescribed recreational narcotics, that is until the dreaded lady in white shows up on ur doorstep, I say let her in, and move away never to see her again, with the experience and satisfaction of the act of consuming heroin as your catalyst to change your life and only take clonazepam. So before all that we had a healthy friendship, it was doomed but I loved you so u kept me around and there was all sorts of ways we got down without ever fooling around except this time I discreetly describe further down when my phone ran out of batteries while you went to town , I thought I was a fuckin martyr because all id make u do is dance, that’s the gods truth so baaaack to me not being a creep, I geometrically see the opposing symmetrical verticy of our rhombus reveal its true ego as FUCKING TRAPAZOID when I hear your inner pain, I’m no hypnotist (yet) but u were zonked after a day of mosh pitting ultimately falling for the other guy, while I slept in the grass like an ASS. you let out a whimper in your sleep and two out of three of us knew, this chick is deep, from then on I took the title of weak, I had let my biological ancestors down with swords in their hands and in my hand your crown, and still I let you down, AND YOU STILL even tried several sexy and awkward times to make it happen and I let you down, u can tell a social disease when the same set of words are used multiple times to rhyme with other words that have that sound i.e. : I let you down. In that strange little town. It’s been well over a year and to end on a harmonious note after all this purple melancholy. I’m gunna say two words to you and they are not” “I do” It’sI’m sorry. I’m sorry lately for this poem, but mostly I’m sorry for not maturing into the man you thought I could be. I’m recovered from my early episodes now, took 16 years but I used the gear to properly hear and respond without fear, if only I did this within the time frame we had, Now were both sad. And I don’t wanna upset u, ur glowie or ur boyfriend or neone else, soo I’m gunna play a song, it’s called : one thing that keeps this black heart beating””(referring to my heart: that “upturned bass drum” The thing that keeps it beating is the dissonant and strangely beautiful siren song that echoes in my mind as the inspiration, “love” and the knowledge that one can be loved and in my case always, I only philosophies with the partial use of solid evidence that I have been loved by the one I love therefore at and for that moment(pretty much after the momentmy phone died, after 30 seconds of reading trainpotting aloud, there was a subconscious subjective foggy notion that was there to be discovered by the psyche, at this moment I can prove using circumstantial evidence and truth know by both partied involved, the dependant factor being me loving her forever, and the independent factor her being a single indecisive woman looking for a man who will love her forever combining to make a positive chemical and physical reaction, that is the fundamental tradition that is the goal of all living things on this plant and its most evolutionary form of it is when it’s “Love based” one giving the other what its most in need of and deprived of, the others love, not the love of a friend, but physical experiments that are love based, expressing love on not necessarily a physical level (like if ur on the phone or sumthing)but specifically a sexual level. The compounding factors that result in reactions happenings crescendos babies,, are when the energy isn’t circular but moves in one direction, when the one party is starved, and the other has a wealth, and the act of giving not just what the yearning needs, but what he wants, when the desired with all her wealth, imparts her secret harbored denied expression love though tradional reproduction based activities, that friendship goes from “limbo” into action, even for a moment, through technology that alerts the senses, in this case hearing, whether the deprived is even present or physically participating, isn’t the point the point is that the foggy notion of true love was expressed transmitted in a traditional and pivotal form, even though I picked up the transmission through one sense, my ability to hear, the value of those vibrations, though lo-fi and misinterpreted until the last few seconds before the line went dead the compounding nature of the universe is seen between you and me, me and the chemicals and elements the acid the love that is positively charged by me and only me, in this battery regardless of proximity my charge is still the key, literally loving you moved energy directly making me alternately free but obviously reflects its imperfections symmetrically and quite similarly to your perfect face and body only introspectively and this thing I call negativity you existentially use to control and manipulate me by means of electrical currents like a shark in the sea, but the ocean currents in our world somehow moved me so far we couldn’t be but as the drone turns up the heat as chemists cure insanity, inevitably the duality of the friendship followed the trail right back to me, from the beach into the city, while metaphysical acid rain fell on her black umbrella, drops of synthetic nightshade provided a ground and a side effect equaled a perfectly balanced sound resembling a circuit around my neck and down to the nervous wreck, I stand and smoke out on the deck, and remember that was how we met I stop, wait my energies charge self provides, enough energy to survive, with my new social activity the acid, charge, size, speed and proximity and the voltage of the current and relativity. My positively charged abilities that betray the moon like your fertility, a simple circuit can’t explain the lovesick emotional pain still forming drops of acid rain only strengthening my brain, its time I have to get reactive, send this to her radically brilliant highly attractive yet negatively charged mind where chemicals of another kind will get inspired as she reads about batteries and his energy (that she secretly lovingly keeps rightfully under her locks and key with her sharp mind and memory should recall the flattery, the almost dead battery, poetic license and mad hattery finally gets me through the matter we, lost all sense of pattern, see, the point was electricity, and keyboards I would never see, played like a former prodigy, with drones that resonate with me just barely metaphysically, through my sleep deprived behavior induced heightened state, I’ve always been able to wait, epiphanies sometimes come too late, but revelations give me faith that your negative mind and my positive state, memories of how u altered fate, I know threes more to come but wait, don’t get offended by my state , my batteries dead so save the date, remember wiser things I’ve depictions finished in your head, an electrician would have briefly said, what took me hours, in ten minutes u will have read, I must finish without my meds, they knock me out, blow to the head, I’ll miss away you time instead, that lilliad inside your mind….it’s way too late you’re so unkind, but one important thing u need, to know I know u love to read, do not read too much to your seed, it makes a flower yer indeed, with pain killing power guaranteed, but this makes a subconscious need to find a source for output feed, destined to be completely freed ad finally have the urge to read, its therapy apparently, the experiment of reading aloud and they drift off on angels clouds, you think their gunna make you proud, well brace yourself, speakers are loud, they developed and were well endowed, language and its mystic power it not to be strewn on the flowers, this is my dependant variable, the words the use on me were terrible, a bird a seed knowledge unbearable, though every word is understandable, hypnotic methods subconscious dependable, lovely developmental psychology is the cause of my constant source of energy what I was born to do was reap, infinite knowledge in my sleep a steady drone of literature, I’m older now administer reality and life in place of shame rejection and disgrace, aside from my abilities that serve me independently, instinct survival evolution, speed all factors meant to help me breed, but would you read that to your seed, your surly growing potent weed, I’m not a normal human being I spend time speaking hearing seeing, proving while your disagreeing now the sheep are all fleeing, my purpose hear is slowly weaning I’m a negative source of positive energy, that means nothing drones glowies and friends that are enemies, all that I needs a path and an receiver, a sound to ride on, subwoofer and tweeters, it’s the music u shared with me that keeps me going The proof that our signal reached desired objectives, was clear to my ear which contained an elective, my minds using psychology to be less selective, behavioral science removes the block painlessly love, loss and malpractice grew my circuitry aimlessly, evolving survival instincts team with nature, my chemical background makes life like a phase, the instincts resulting are acute like a razor and amplified abilities through manipulating manipulative chemicals without wavers, resulting in behavior that can reach and amaze her… the extent of the damage is to be overlooked, by using knowledge and memory or reading a book design and time weren’t key features its transference of whines from student to teacher, let me out of detention you feminine creature ill read aloud it’s the right way to reach her, the demand and supply was shot at the sky and with lasers for eyes that reflect off her kind I was surprised to find that in no time I heard her wine, go out of her mind, and through her elective design I read junkie sublime and the fidelity was just fine for my desensitized mind. Literally proving her love up against my undying lazerlove therefore, proving that from that moment in time It was (now literally) one(the one) and another(me) falling “in love “officially identified by the subjective and objective forms that equal true love, for a time, which in rhyme and time I now feel it was divine, it’s began and ended in one harmonious line (in a Scottish accent no less) and buried in our minds getting weaker over time the signal is dying the whine and her trying has kept me flying farther away for lack of a sign that she was officially mine, but my nose it did grind on the stone learning life through the drone all on my own stealing crowns off of thrones, almost completely destroying my home, getting dipped in chrome, and then ground to the bone,, but that’s ok now because I how I know, I made her come through a phone, I’ve reaped what id sewn, now I am grown, with skills to hone no more wearing a cone, from the unknown to the known heralded by the morningdrone which is an inaudible tone interacting metaphysical rods and cones in my everlasting home among milestones made of greymatter behind bone in the form of the intangible moan that has royalties owned by the one xylophone a tone so foreign and feminine it may be that of a banshee or crone, the soil of my subconscious, is where I’ve been instructed and shown but my chance was blown there already something growin that knows the suns light is shown, now I’m alone, why did I buy that bus ticket when I could have flown. Another way of iterating this love story is an s follows introduction, obstruction instruction, induction, seduction production reduction destruction I’m trying to link two portions of this production, causing a reaction like a light turning on send notification from yin to yang (2 great friends of the opposite sex ultimately consummating their union in the way nature wanted it to be) but for us it was highly evolved in that even over the lo-fi filter of cell phones she was sending her love, whether she got off or not that id like ton know, but,, I got the drone of her during, (which if I’m not wrong is typically the main attraction for most women, their anatomy makes for a better “during” in her case conveniently, I’ll admit, without my flawed physical presence, I’m sure she didn’t just give up when my phone ran out of batteries, she was by the banks of her own lagoon, , the stimuli for me, the understanding an witnessing this correlative reaction, correlative because based on all the evidence, the great friendship which was WE were In Love,,,, that passes by my standard and I’m a philosophy grad, this Idea of me and this one girl being in love ISNT EVEN PRAGMATIC like most of my theories, the ONLY thing that get in the way of it being classified as nething between us other than, well I’m afraid to word it frankly because it makes y philosophy look dumb, the only factor threatening this TRUTH, this explainable objective form, is.. the time frame, the setting and the timing of the whole ordeal, my argument is that my reserved intense devotion that was pretty much spellbound, was appropriately (although delicately and let’s say modernly)relieved back to square one, literally and true even though it’s in the days ahead, metaphysic means dead.\\ I’m pretty lonely, so I make allot of art these days, like so; since she left me for dead and we both had left town, with thoughts of her crying asleep on the ground, my mind plays a drone, just to keep the pain down, it’s the girls very essence, oh to hear those pipes sound, if I was there this reel could have burned her house down, But our minds were both trying, Scottish lyrics I had, her bagpipes were sighing, and droning like mad, even though I was dying to get under her plaid, her fingers were flying and the lyrics were “rad the sound of her drones blared through the aero phones, I had broken a string and the bow had no rozen, but her body remembered what she had forgotten, string breaking caused her heat up and harden, this dissonant silence was her chance to depart from his flaws and his jigs and his odds and his rigs and ivy wrapped wand honey drippin upon this Venus in tartan who gushed forth the art of his masculine heart, the yin joins the yang and d string goes twang, The key that she played in was the string that I broke;I awoke in a doria mile off the coast. I swear by the sword of Ulysses and QueenMary’s crown you can’t quiet this siren when she fools around. Sending me to the moon and abyss on her sound It’s siren heart drone and that’s written in stone like I said, STELLAR, and you can TELLHER, most likely shell be a be a BETTER SPELLER, most likely ull say THE WORST THING EVER cause you’re a BULLSHIT SELLER, wave got mutual friends that FLOCK TOGETHER, social cannibals up shit creek FOREVER “sharp fanged teeth sheep” identified by Brethr in touch with friends of mine with FEATHERS, who govern karma AND THE WEATHER harmonizing OUR ENDEVOUR dissonance and TAKING PLEASURE in currents charged “+”, sea vessel PROPELLERS droning on for OH SWEET NEVER, nothing “like” inevitably BETTER the next “day, mon” frère, myself sharply dressed, a new pair of ‘GO GETTERS’ high, but fly, “the local YELLER” inscribes, as I dictate the true, (and prescribed), (in “”blood)-”LETER”! …BUY LETTER!”technique””’s psychology thesis of persuasion,-through love cure for; pain from shame stemming from taking the blame for the psychopaths that are perfectly sane who corporally, “embodying hells flames, wicked games to derange, the use of tools to cause pain, so the hands free to gain more control without shame ….and words that confuse and lead them in. vein cutting through lies and psychosomatic pain” making it rain your blood to put out the flames, an empty vessel that openly claims he righteously bears the right to OFFSET karma in his favorite time double negatives stuck on rewind with the fist or the tool of thing without mind, just current flowing into itself sustaining itself by shackling you with a voice that speaks truths that the vessel and devil greedily use to ultimately abduct you consume love your subconscious would refuse to give, to lose, so you wind kicking yourself while he rips on your soul defacing and displacing what’s left of you, what set you apart from a caved in shoe who’s uneven because the others got two, souls are unbreakable but if he breaks you, ill have the words the voice and the truth, the vessel in which to put soul into you, love and affection reflecting on you a new pair of shoes and so basically you feeling loved and in good mood no longer producing that parasite food, by walking and talking, souls in your shoes, while my bare feet support prescribed truth, a chemical network of mes and you ultimately held together with glue your love is the only way I can get through my psychological problems of which I have used to heat cook and serve us both food they drive me to supplementing love with miscues, attempts to draw a good picture of shoes, that drawn the attention of someone like you, or someone who offers a love I can’t refuse, because it me who also has many a bruise, the glue the chemical I trust and I use are prescribed and administered with bruit force and tools, leaving the chemically gifted unloved and unused and undone on the run with the songs you have sung, giving u satisfaction, and leaving u hung out to dry by the sick and the dumb, and the one, that u can give a gift to, is the only way we can say I love you and the fact that we are is what makes it true now I can scrape this shit right off your shoe, here goes, gimme my cloths my cigarettes prescribed glue, a roof over my head a bed and you, and then maybe I’ll start wearing shoes, here’s my complex singing the blues, from my effort unsatisfied underground nothingdrones too, its letting go and walking away from it to choose to lose, this is therapy now I need to go, you know it and I got the show on the road I’mtired and now am holding a rose, I’m loosing my grip on the following code,I’ll let the field talke care I m old, its time to end thiflodi broke the mouldand me with my everything about the shoe, its maker your sou out your soul leaving with bound by psychosocial with day moon SETTERS. home made psychopath GET ER, and lose her to a knitted SWEATER meant to the and if shit hits the fan in my house you become a fuckin CAVE DWELLER you officially for me heralded the dawn of freed energy so metaphysical seed dropped and sewn that day I guess what I a tying to say is seroquel can kill the day and lithium when charged can phase can kill your kidney and your craze over sirens who’ve been underground their perfect face and al around static in the air and sound of talismans and something foud induction tells you write this down what she conducts may flood the town, and this guythatts on the other line isn’t he a project of mine, sais nurse so cute and fine that flirt with my bipolar mind could his stimuli be cut, (if my nurse heard that shed bust my nut the think I’m guna get more worse nuclear winters parallel universe but bipolar ppls irony ill crack the joke an ice your nuclear explosion twice a day while I’m away leading weak dicks astray but giving your negative drones away the moans that I’m familiar with the point is I’m sick, was born with antennae metaphic that can even change channels like sappic girl on girl to girl on me altering duality and that what I get for free cable metaphysically so u better charge your battery, start the car pray she needs a guy with speed, instead of the duality of loving and love being received define love for me because lm low on batteries, finally the irony iron like steel I’m not even funny she gave me a drone that carried me home plate metal armor still that suckers dethroned all because of the ironic poem guaranteed to call my home circuitry and sacred tones, hooked up to my broke dying alone charge that she hears in my voice instinct are what’s the driving force to be my Venus in furs of course striking my eardrums while art of a new form could cure my heart, when deprivation and avant-garde combine to make things into art the the thing that makes drones stop and start my wordsandfingers take a form that independently grows horns, what an art to harmonize your frequencies with, smart, you dirty little butter tart you were supposed to cure my heart at least u got it throughtome you rising storm makes my anteenae start to channel lo-fi forms a and v imnow starting to clearly see I got to hear pure femininity express its love physically, while the ironic truth is easy to see, that my talisman masxulinity had no hand in physically and so my strengths like mediocrity, thisescwe took a short boat that sent out a masculine frequency that was enough to ride that came through the airwaves only a dined, to start your engines, and the elements it’s the charge that ironically subjectively means of a whim of a, separating you from me and that despite ur reaction objective by only induction by the ma lonely ur still a part of me, like the wasted energy of a missing battery that from within bears a charge, that was meant to be, the high voltage current, of hot energy. wat a grT TRIP THIS IS, ALTHOUGH ONG AND UNCOMFORTABLE AT LES I STILL HAVE ROCK AND ROLL AND BY DIVINE TIMING WE TOO A STROLL ADNTALKED A LITTLE THATS MY GOAL AND NOTHING DRONES AND HEAVY STONES WERE LEVITATED WITH THE MOAN OF SIRENSS BUT YOUR NOT A PHONE AND NO SUPRIZE CANT LEAVE ALONE OW I THRIV OFF DIAL TONED CAUSE IM DEPENDANT ON YOU STONE THE TALISMAN YOU CALL MY HHOME AND THAT TIE YOU CALLED ME ON THE PHON YOU WERE IN MY HEAD SAFE IN YOUR HOME BAD TIMING AND A HEAVY TONE BATTERIES DEAD: NOW WERE NOTHING DRONES…………………………………………………………….. thisescwe took a short boat that sent out a masculin frequency that was enough toride that came through the airwaves only a denied, to start your engines, and the elements it’s the charge that ironically subjective by means of a whim of a, separating you from me and that despite urreaction objective by only induction by the ma lonely Seroquel can ‘kill. The day’, and lithium (when charged) can phase, can kill your kidneys and your ‘“crazy” laser ray’s perspective.’ Meant for sirens, waves, underground stalactites, space, and drops of acid rain onto your base. Meant to cauterize with time and phase the straight; your sex, the Vikings take, and that edge they use to reap and waste. ((their secret way through; to slice through the glazed over passageway, that freezes waves of blood they made. Turned to crimson ice seen by my red hot rays, melt into salty ocean sprays) Then not so far away at night I kill the day and reap twilight, my heat turns from red to white like scars that weep acid rain despite my efforts, however insane, you do this over and over again) Relief; from emotional THEN/BY physical pain. In that order, we’re both deranged. here goes, gimme my cloths my cigarettes prescribed glue, a roof over my head a bed and you, and then maybe I’ll start wearing shoes, here’s my complex singin the blues, from my effort unsatisfied underground nothingdrones, its letting go and walking away from it to choose to lose, this is therapy now I need to go, you know it and I got the show on the road I’m tired and now am holding a rose, I’m loosing my grip on the following code, It’s meant for: a couple; of different: ppl 1 knø james ((pérsunµli); ‘(urThInKn èù¹d “Like¹¹ i+ Th0µGh))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) ) — ¹o-² øس=FOUR!!!!!!!!²O_O³⁴!! (0_0)T0o?O_o)❤µ¼FOR¼ldd.”( þ+¹na!’(LOL!)?,X&Y” =ø(þ iN þÉd àvèç¹<>³µ)/(µø+þ²)ùþ³@ — ¹²³¹²³¹²³¹²³ James McFarlane•

Ideas About mental Illness — James McFarlane Here’s my theory on paranoia. (Usually considered a negative symptom of psychosis) It can help gather information or misinform those who experience it. Even in wellness it is always potentially present in all of us. It’s a survival instinct. It makes us more attentive. My unique experience and understanding is when paranoia and other symptoms are present, heightened and amplified alertness to important information perceived by the senses is collected and whatever data is missing the brain either fills it in with logical thought or logical hallucination in some cases. I will further iterate this several ways for you to better grasp it. For most people there is so much excess data you wind up believing a falsity. Simple logic should let you know best which is most accurate among the extra data collected by suspicion, inner thoughts and hallucination ultimately fitting like Lego into the fractured “factual” data perceived. I believe mostly it is our internal sense of logic that is used to make hallucinations like dreams that appear similar to our regular reality. It is your sense of logic that determines how accurate the thought or hallucination might be compared to reality. It is hard to determine between reality and hallucination because hallucination adheres to reality. But if you can detect like in a lucid dream (aware of being in a dream) that it’s a hallucination you’re ok. It’s not that difficult to determine what thought or hallucination fits if you’re experiencing (or expecting) allot of symptoms having an automatic thought process that simplifies things by showing the most accurate possibility alone to the individual by involuntary thoughts and possibly hallucination. This can be a more accurate depiction of what’s not reachable by the actual senses. The point or idea is that hallucinations and involuntary thoughts mimic reality as best they can, so, they can be used to determine what is beyond our senses reach either corresponding with the senses themselves (hallucination) or through mind talk (which is the method that most mimics what we call telepathy and is much more controlled and has less effect on your behaviour and environment than hallucination). This mind talk or “intrusive thoughts” can be our sense of logic. It’s our sense of what’s real that makes up our involuntary thoughts and hallucinations so they’re may be an ounce or two of truth in them even though they aren’t real they can be identical ideas to what is really there. This is to be used for those who can’t see or hear what are out of reach of their senses like sonar or radar and further aid those who have and impairment or just want to experiment with extending their senses. This only applies to the unwell. Like I have said amphetamine could mimic the hypomanic state in regular people perhaps. This could be a tool for treating a range of mental disorders. Depression, lack of communication in certain critical mental conditions.(Alzheimer’s etc.) It’s not just guessing at involuntary thoughts and hallucinations, the tool combines accurate and distorted data collected by the senses. This extends the senses that help us try to understand. (Only some of us may have this as a mental pattern). You may be calling this a delusion well I call a delusion an idea. And remember, an idea can make the body including the brain do interesting things. Mono ideo dynamics Determining what’s real and what’s not isn’t a problem here, you know what’s a thought and an actual sound or hallucination when this is occurring so if they combine to make a more accurate awareness with good results than it doesn’t matter whether it’ telepathy or a mental tool isolated to the mind its generating data for the individual I assure you. Collecting data even from other people’s minds is definitely a factor in this theory (it’s a tangent but it’s important.) Involuntary thought is inner thought that appears to be info coming from an obvious source or other person. This is when the argument for delusion is most appropriate. Telepathy is a possible conclusion in the case of mind chatter or involuntary or external thoughts unlike ‘sense extension’ which is a potential tool involving similar aspects but also the actual environment. The mind to mind thing doesn’t involve physical reality like the sense extension theory which involves hearing and assuming all five senses if you were sick enough could improve the perception of our environment by way of hallucination corresponding with the senses, verses logical lingual additions to your line of thought (involuntary thoughts) which can be thought alone (mind talk) This opens a window to hybrid hearing combining involuntary thought with semi audible data, this was my first discovery and personal experience along the line of useful mental activity. So I would call it all external or involuntary mental data. The reason I included the telepathy as idea in this was because sense extension which may be provable is using the same material our thoughts are made of suggesting that the other ideas are worth experimenting with. I suggest mental information can be projected into the metaphysical reality affectively by a person just like shouting a person’s name. This is blatantly how it works from my perspective. What we imagine goes out into the air and some of us are there to hear it within our thoughts; mind chatter. Talking to yourself in your head as well as other transmissions or incoming additions. Not something we do all the time. Some people rarely do it or experience it. These are introspective expressions nevertheless they are the fabric of what sense extension involves. So if sense extension, (because it uses the senses, reality and hallucination/involuntary thought) can be tested and valuable info is collected from those tests, because of its use of involuntary thoughts which mimics telepathy, it could help prove or add merit to the idea of telepathy and its other explanations that are as follows. Proving telepathy involves seeing how things like sense extension is in the same weave as actual things we use or experience like thought, mental chatter, hallucination, dreams. This part of the universe is becoming objective when using a hybrid or functional form to better understand our surroundings. Just believing in these functions and experiencing them improves your regular perception and observational skills. These are hybrid metaphysical tools for perceiving your surroundings by use of hallucination and or thought and actual fractured data picked up by the senses. I tackle this mind chatter idea more so because it’s a solid symptom that doesn’t fail, like hallucination often does. Thoughts in the form of language coming from people around you or your multipersonalitied conscience is a good thing as long as it’s a good thing. When it no longer is in the range of being able to be used as a tool, these thoughts can be turned off or turned on by meds and belief or disbelief in the idea. But when it’s happening properly, like in hypomania, it does act as an aid in awareness of what’s most likely going on in other people’s thoughts. It informs you of the most likely thought usually in relation to you, aiding you every time by making you aware of something you didn’t know before. Word for word telepathy is a miracle, mental chatter that informs you of what’s most accurately going on in other people’s heads by way of involuntary lingual statements in the mind is not. It’s worth investigating, it’s a gift that has never led me to harm, only understanding. The fact that it’s in your head makes it a passive process where you have the option of responding or not, verbally or mentally if you’re a believer in telepathy. You can have communications, often in the form of mental lingual impressions from people around you, as long as their chattering in their heads. More often they respond verbally or through body language. (This could be also called a thought related delusion, and it probably is) Like sense extension it helps figure out without effort what’s most likely going on somewhere else but this involves getting a mental impression of what’s going on in someone else’s head and apparently only if It’s about you or directed to you, mostly. Telepathy and sense extension go hand in hand. What’s real and usable and what’s a symptom may need to be looked over and not just thrown in the isolation chamber. Mind chatter and thought insertion are two different things I think. Thought insertion means you think someone or something else is in your head and it is overwhelming. Mind chatter or “telepathy” follows a pattern of logic that is more precise than your own usually, it follows a rule, I am certain of it. That’s why it’s better to use cause it’s your intuition delivered lingualy. Thought insertion is like having someone else in control, whereas mind chatter is somewhat under control and mostly in your control as you are the experienced one. Involuntary thoughts (other people’s voices) could be telepathy and if it follows such a dynamic and structured law it should not be called thought insertion. Sense extension is something more practical and objective than telepathy type thinking, but it is untested and like I said, I deal with mind talk even when I am well and it is always accurate and helpful. The idea of partly using data from the peripheries of our trusted senses shows that these elements are not to be underrated or mislabelled. The fact that we can only see farther stars in the sky by looking off to the side is a great example of use of the peripheries of our senses. Similar is my experience of seeing peoples more true emotions on their faces when using peripheral vision. Is esp or just one example of a passive and informative hallucination? Let us not throw aside my interpretation of the experience of useful and unique mental activity by giving it the unattractive label of thought insertion when the fundamentals of these ideas may be useful for inventing evolution like tools to reach out into parts of the universe we have not yet studied. Distorted senses combined with an inherent logical thought process that is accurate if not pragmatic I my experience in every case. This could be an opportunity to reopen the study of parapsychology. (The fact that these are just an accurate perception mechanism is good enough). To reveal this delusion, we’ll assume all this is still only going on in one’s active imagination. However using a pattern of brain activity that mimics telepathy as a tool to read his/her environment better is cool; the only difference this has to sense extension is that there is no real life data involved. This in my opinion makes it the most commonly used and confronted with, solid, and most effective tool I deal with. (even when well) There are practices like muscle reading which is getting data through seeing a person’s movement that are examples of a semi proven method that mimic things like telepathy. I propose mental activities that are involuntary and positive like some of the symptoms of a mental illness, could be used as a link between what we see as dysfunctional mental activity and a breakthrough into the endeavour to prove that thoughts are part of our dynamic world as a form and can be used as a medical or social tool. This mental activity in serious cases of unwellness can alter the way we operate, not just the way we think. Paranoia could take over and it could be false data, and the repercussions could crescendo. In their reality and in reality itself. I say listening to your thoughts (whatever form they take) and interpreting them, it’s safer than experimenting with hallucination because mind chatter can be a factor in hypomania and in wellness. Only in the case of hallucination being used in a controlled environment with positive energy being present, for instance with a schizophrenic, they can be very well while hallucinations are still present. If in that state the hallucination tends follow what the senses are trying to perceive and use a situation like the sense extension experiment involving hallucination and obstructed hearing it may prove to be a good tool/idea possibly for aiding the hearing impaired in this situation or a similar situation that works. It could work because it could fill in more data where it was lacking and it may inherently be attempting to be accurate. This attempt is evident in other mental processes mentioned here. In the case of experimenting with this type of thing never should you be depressed manic, psychotic or over whelmed with psychological issues. If you are in an unwell state seek help, but be open to the new ideas that may present themselves to you. Know that the brain is elastic and does heal. The hippocampus and you are always growing. If it’s suggesting that its telepathy aiding us and guiding us that makes you sceptical I’m not going to just drop it. Be pragmatic and get a bit more insight into how it worked for me. First off, all that makes it telepathy as I’ve said is that it only involves thought. One thing that suggests that it is a thought from another source is the amount of unusable but accurate information that comes along with these seemingly incoming transmissions. It behaves like a mental environment that doesn’t involve just you; the metaphysical plain. You mostly hear in your thoughts what applies to you from those around you but there is other mental exclamations at times coming from different sources for different destinations, or in most cases mental exclamations just for themselves. Also getting an involuntary thought of apparently what is being said somewhere completely out of reach of the senses is a factor here. This is bigger than the structure of telepathy. If you are being talked about in the other room the brain informs you of it and who is saying it, this is clearly a survival instinct to gain intelligence of what may be out there and what most likely is, this type of sense may be evidently seen and utilized more by animals than humans. Probably because of the invention of language, putting the sense in recession. These ideas suggest that the metephysical plain is not just in my head but is there for everybody (and that privacy may be an issue.) The experienced and well user of the mental functions could actually receive and send out positive and effective transmissions with a ripple effect, real or not. (for what it’s worth, even to gain confidence and boost chemicals, respond and react accordingly to these transmissions and you’ll find it fits and improves your presence and role in the situation, that’s my experience) while the sick are just spiralling and not even communicating because their usually using negative or confusing behaviour or energy. What’s also evident of its existence is the obviousness the transmissions go both ways. I’m not just getting your impression of me in my thoughts; it’s obvious you’re getting mine. Its conjoint mental activity. It involves everyone but I think it requires a guide. If these are just symptoms, they rarely intensify and do dissipate more or less with wellness. I say if it’s not the metaphysical plain it’s at least explained by two minds appearing to correspond by (often coincidentally) one playing out the others activity as accurately as it can within the mind. This as a law would be evident enough to prove telepathy. I see a constant pattern in when the transmitters communicate, that they are thinking that thought and responding to one another (seen though body language and verbal responses. That’s telepathy like activity rationalised. It’s not always word for word because often I ask and they say no I did not think those words. Apparently it’s a mental impression of yourself delivered in the form of verbal thoughts or inaudible expressions from other people in the vicinity or elsewhere. Finally the hybrid hearing idea.The most effective and safe of the ideas here. (Thought and hearing mixed) It would be hard to disprove because of a lack of qualified candidates and the scenarios required. The hybrid hearing idea like I’ve said is not activity isolated only to thought, but the idea that involves using factual data and the imaginary simultaneously. Sense extension without hallucination. Deciphering between actual sense and involuntary thought is easy, you know what you hear and what you think, they become conjoint in some mental states indicating that the possibility of an extension “fill in the blacks” scenario. Know that this involves either an overactive imagination. The logical involuntary lingual thought mental activity combined with the brains attempt to hear the less audible is a marriage that could create the extension of the impaired or out of reach sense (hearing in this case) What I propose is happening here may be hearing the bass of a conversation because bass carries farther, and your mind places the other frequencies (treble) in the form of an involuntary imaginary sound. I suggest this is too intricate and accurate to be delusion. To actually be aware of the volume according to the distance or nature of the info that comes from not the unknown but an obvious source is evident of that intricacy. The psychotic skills talked about here are among the skills we’re all born with. All humans are capable of psychosis. Which is the foundation of these things. I just find mania to be safe, similar and more of an advantage. Our brains and beings all have an inner need and desire to figure out what is reality. Even when that reality is obstructed, it uses other means to get around to perceiving the world correctly. This line of thought has the potential to be a step forward in changing others view of these symptoms. To suggest that they are meant to be enhance to our advantage, not abolished; this is the stuff of change at an evolutionary level because as I said earlier it does involve everybody and anybody. The Chemically Endowed / THE HEALTH SYSTEM James McFarlane June 1st, 2016 Mania is the increasing of one’s “reward” chemicals in the brain chronically (a symptom of Bipolar). A fact about mania is that it is not so often as out of control as we are tempted to assume. We don’t know the limits it can push positive wise. A negative aspect is surely something that we have seen occasionally. An example could be a world leader like Alexander the great. On the positive side of it are people like Van Gough and many other artists, teachers and authors. Making tireless efforts at just causes inspired by epiphany is just one of the activities a bipolar individual has the option of pursuing. (Sometimes with phenomenal results) This can be a positive activity of the broad ranged individual. Mania is an abundant source of potential positive energy. The mythical Greek god Dionysus has been called the god of mania. He partied allot and was the estranged son of Zeus. There were cults formed in his honor and the remanence of them still exist today as a common and highly manipulated, manipulative tradition known as the entertainment industry. Antianxietys, antidepressants, antipsychotics and mood stabilizers; drugs that (have attributes that researchers have neglected to even identify) help and plague the bipolar individual as the most commonly used tool to ward off symptoms. In some cases, recreational drugs like amphetamine ((that seem to force up the mood of an individual) among drugs that are normally oriented with unwellness)) I suggest, could be a surprising aid in speeding up the recovery process of depression (the opposing symptom in bipolar to mania which have psychosis as a common theme at the peripheries of both poles of experience) through cognitive stimulation. This is important because antidepressants take several weeks to take effect and suicide could be prevented by the induction of a more open approach to medical uses of recreational drugs. This activity should be combined with social interaction in the case of recovery because it surrounds the recovery of the social aspects of the self (I do not recommend this as the first option for a recovery process). Like most drugs this behavior may take years off the recovery process but could wind up taking years off your life. If closely watched and tested the medicinal benefits of illegal or unreaserched drugs as well as further data released on drugs in general and their common circumstances may be a great stride in the remedy of mental, psychological conditions and social misconceptions which solutions are still being put off by ignorance of the populous and adverse political agendas. Other treatment options not listed above include electroshock therapy and psychical exercises like cognitive behavioural therapy. These alternatives are used less most likely because pharmaceuticals are a huge part of controlling the populous and funding corporations and government. However, a regimented combination of any of these factors could be a breakthrough for some. Called “consumers” by people that work in the pharmaceutical industry, these human beings endowed with seemingly new chemicular behaviors have a heavy cross to bear. I believe that it is obviously possible that over half the population (just to be fair) are born chemically inclined, but forced under the heel of the majority of the others who are from my perspective, psychologically twisted by ignorance, power over the sick, and unjustified behaviour based (((most likely (just to be fair) for some, subconsciously))) on either inherent or just blatant jealousy. I say this because the majority of people in a position of dominance in our society, (security guards, nurses, the police, doctors what have you) are brutally unfair, unprofessional, and ignorant in most cases. This attitude fuels the biggest and oldest and crudest intolerance ever committed by one group against its own people. The mentally endowed verses the psychologically twisted and everyone in between or strung along is the latest and oldest injustice I can see other than the genocide of the shamanistic cultures of north and south America. The most obviously funded sick lack of justice and care for their own counterpart (ever challenged till present day) by a government is currently at hand. It’s a matter of time and interest among corporations. Their need for money will guarantee that the proper drugs will be the end of this problem. Their survival as a business is the only co-dependent factor for the cause. Once the sick become well, ((the inevitable outcome (already achieved)) the drugs will be reinvented a few times ultimately plateauing as a renewable idea by these scientific salesman and their evil subordinates running the place like some kind of sick joke to themselves. Those who wield tools and permission to inflict pain, bondage and any form of abuse they find delectable simply to put off paperwork (and sooth their own often nocturnal boredom) only assigned to be used in the inevitable malpractice suits soon to be ensued by the just with the just against the corrupt. With blunt force and jealousy against their only threat and reliable witness to the sick twisted 24 hour a day fetish of legally and illegally taking the rights and freedoms and everything that makes life desirable from the ill to make way for a prolonged treatment of abuse and betrayal from the psychologically bent nurses and security guards, doctors, police not to forget your everyday sociopath / psychopath walking the streets and perverting the direction and attention of the staff and patients of mental health wings across the country (Canada). Folks like these who lack the basic right and wrong skills, used obviously and openly by the sick and the meek to inevitably over throw the ranks of sociopaths and psychopaths governing, misusing and perverting the writing of history. All of their efforts put into this “note taking” endeavour to be rewarded with indulgence into the sick pleasures of a dysfunctional beauracracy and political disgrace to be. As for the sick, (and well) the neglect of one’s health and deterioration of relationships is often inevitable during episodes and when being forced against such characters mentioned above. These new victims often leaving the institution with their own newly afflicted psychological scars. This is understandable considering how different and under informed the external world and the unbalanced individual usually are. The unwell individual tends to get overwhelmed with heightened and distorted perception, and the outside worlds clashes with their reality. Inevitably against their will, (usually after lots of experience) and sadly, many forms of legalized abuse from the system that seems to be above all law, they become accustomed to the system and more knowledgeable about medication. This is the only way I’ve seen someone become well, for longer. It’s important to channel the knowledge from their experience into productive endeavours. This is the exceptional goal. Chemicals are a big part of the inclined individual’s life (Pharmaceutical, natural and usually recreational). Often enough a well-balanced person emerges but the fight against unwellness and addiction is ongoing for many. Even once well, the psychological challenges of adjusting to life can set in. Thankfully this is also treatable either with anxiety medicine or therapy (or in the case of the Canadian health system, prolonged and tormenting hospital stays crudely striped with prolonged bondage and isolation chambers. Psychology being the completely unfunded and rightful alternative. Wellness comes with time and knowledge as well as trial and error. The potential experience for these individuals is more than the average prescription. Logically and philosophically looking at these problems is key to understanding them. Stigma; it’s a thing like racism that is rampant in every culture today but especially in western culture apparently. A mild example of stigma is using a negative label or misconception such as “split personality” or “psycho”. These are words attached to now folklore, lies and misunderstanding so this ignorance is apparently the first thing to go. In the case of bipolars, it is often amplified social ability versus depression or other emotional states that is confused with complete loss of judgement. Schizophrenics seem to have an even keel in terms of personality in most cases. I know there is no mood disorder but full on hallucinations. This could be due to an unexplained increased constant source of dopamine in their system I suggest gets used to produce complex distractions that could be used to their own advantage, like poetry etc.. (Unproven connection) The biggest problem is the assumption our government and citizens have; that the mentally ill are violent. This ultimately subjects us to being treated like escaped zoo animals by every authority figure you can think of. This is how they legally get us into straps; the word violent. This word can be used in ways it shouldn’t which is often the case. Once declared violent and mentally ill you’re bound for a living hell most likely for quite some time. All the ugly side effects of the system itself leave you psychologically damaged. You get a fate worse than prison by far, especially if you’re rebellious. I have rarely if ever have seen an act of violence towards another from a person that lives in a society that has them already sedated, and threatened by fearful ignorant authority figures with shackles, tasers, injections and cruelty in general at the ready. I’ve mostly seen vigilance or peaceful protest in those in an unwell state, simply because they have the logic to see what they’re up against. We’ve seen this all our lives. Even those who fight back really never had a chance to show that they meant no harm. I say this because our common goal as this type of person is to be understood. While up against a mass of smug sociopath liars who are constantly projecting joyously in groups that we’re mentally incompetent and incapable. This whole thing makes me want to kick an isolation room wall in and pull out the insulation over and over again. That type of treatment on that scale and for that length of time inspires anger in the most emotionally controlled of individuals. This type of passive brutality cannot be easily understood by people who are on a regular level of unchanging dopamine and serotonin. Basically, it is those who are in control and uninformed that are inevitably inflicted with the stigma for mental illness otherwise these are used as tools by the PhDs that as of late have the audacity to wield side effects deceptively like better acting medication (as well as transference upon their staff). Mania is a powerful source of energy. Success of any kind is a possibility with people that have the genetic makeup of the bipolar individual and quite possibly the schizophrenic and schizoaffective system casualties. Most who blindly submit are in a sedated or in a financially constricted reality for most of their lives. However massive bodies of work that gain quality over time with practice are usually seen with all types of mentally ill individuals. Productivity is a given with excess energy and hopefully with excess dopamine. This is something the bipolar individual has at their disposal. (The excess dopamine, like I stated earlier, being the undiscovered advantage for schizophrenic and hybrid diagnosis individuals). If psychological ailment is part of ones developmental makeup, seek help through private practices in your nearest large city center, like psychologist offices, astrological predictions or the cheaper alternative; fortune cookies. ((all systems more trustable than the political money grab being masqueraded by the Canadian government and god knows where)). Hobbies will get lots of attention and skills like writing will be improved for most. Phenomenal ideas and activities must be given attention. It must come from a desire to be appreciated in a world that sees them as useless and treated as such as well as resentment for the genetic advantage and the mitochondrial patterns I will stipulate below. First off I am compelled to write; things like physical agility are improved as well when new energy comes along. Now, the organelle mitochondria in animal cells produces energy for the cell. Like the patterns of the near solar system and probably menstrual cycles and similar monthly patterns recorded to date, all of these cells (differing by their design) work as groups. Most likely shifting by the behavior and the pressures of the environment and or the environments one is involved with as well as (chiefly) the positive verses negative intentions or energy put forth. The positive being more strong and more apt to gaining velocity compared to negative endeavours while the ignorant become subjected to rapid, (fuelled by culture and social upheaval) evolutionary de-emphasis. Tradition will save many who are open minded. It has been theorized that a person who inherits the bipolar gene may have abnormal mitochondrial activity. I reiterate that this would cause fluctuating energy production for the whole body and possibly more so for the brain, ultimately spiking or dropping essential consciousness related chemicals like serotonin and dopamine. Mainly above the baseline of level as far as positive living goes indicating that it’s an innovative evolutionary trait. (These chemicals and the proper medicine are prime factors for the bipolars however independent) the natural chemicals)) These are known simply as chemicals that affect our mood. Or sometimes referred to as (and in everyone’s experience) reward chemicals (endorphins) and oxytocin (the love chemical). The mitochondrial theories as well as more psychological rather than biological theories (i.e. “mono-ideo dynamics”) are unproven. (most called into question more than 100 years ago left unelaborated but proposing a hypothesis unfinished on purpose, ie. Mono-ideo dynamics meaning that an idea can make the body do anything the body is capable of to the peripheries, any part of the body. The “any” part of course cautiously suggesting the brain) The future of mental health I would say is the extensive categorizing of the dosage and drug or treatment in relation to different types of people or circumstances. (i.e. more than 10 conditions, more like a dictionary of conditions to be) Also, once the medical scam plateaus (due to actual research and political attention) psychology as a treatment method will be implemented beyond nurses attempting some form of cognitive behavioral therapy. It is those employed to work with the mentally ill and the graduates of psychology or related studies who must insist on more data collection and way more research into the possibilities the mind itself can offer in medical treatment of all illness. It occurs to me now obviously that psych has been previously placed on the priority list as secondary to the drug trade and religion so to gain funding for an renewable priceless trade like deduction of illogical pursuits and outcomes. (A basic form of psychology that should aid dangerous things like delusion and the laws of attraction). Psychology research mut be put on the forefront so we can get meds chosen, dosages corrected and diagnoses discovered and made faster and more accurately. (And produce more jobs in all levels of the field of medicine) It’s a century old marriage and divorce between medicine, and free will. Psychology should be treated as equally as important as medicine as it is half the battle against corruption of our society, ecosystem and those who inhabit it. Back to the original induction and pragmatic endeavour of self controlling mental chemicals that have their own agenda, or the agenda of the moon and the weather; the social activities of a manic person can be difficult to put up with for others because it’s constant and overbearing at times. This factor most likely is being brought up because of my experience with passive aggressive tendencies. What is interesting is that it can stimulate chemicals in people around the source (more importantly I say between couples). Basic emotional chemicals like endorphins and oxytocin (excitement, survival and `love` related chemicals in any order) can be increased in other people at higher than normal rates and levels (not to mention the freed individual themselves). These chemicals can be a blissful and natural human experience when people are close to one another. This can be achieved through stylized communication between persons. In cases of manic people with other manic people; it’s a vibrant social atmosphere. It’s manifesting the inner emotion or thought into reality or more commonly manifesting it into iteration. In any case one can activate the other pretty easily without consumption of any substance. Any communication and body language is the stimulation factor here when differing types of people get together. This is what psychology is; ‘Behaviour changing chemicals, changing environment’. Boring and seemingly opposing efforts is also a common occurrence because it’s hard to stay positive for most and for those around them because, it’s been a long battle and opposites attract. Phrases like that as well as phrasing like “everybody’s different” is an indication that intellect and work ethic are also independent factors essential to the coexisting of partners in general. The state best to experiment in as far as is hypomania (medium mania) or even just wellness. Ways to activate a slow rise in your serotonin level if you’re not bipolar would be using a mild stimulant like amphetamine (Dexedrine). This is not something to try on your own. I’m suggesting this to be a carefully overseen test involving chemicals that are dangerous to be used in excess and for prolonged periods of time. If you become manic, know that once your manic states have passed and you’re well you still possess the ability to partake in and test different psychological and parapsychological activities (it does stay with you and up to date). One thing to discover while well is that a person can up their brain’s chemicals at will without the use of drugs, rather, behaviour or behavioural exercises. Once you’ve done that and or submitted to the opposing factors of the weaker you are both freed. This has been going on for billions of years in many forms. Dancing, sex, geometry, sensory deprivation (like vision quests or modern culture traditions) gaining knowledge about the earth from the stars, cultural and group oriented endeavours like art or chemical revolution (i.e. drugs rock and roll all stimulate the body chakras as well as the earth’s). Other theories basically thrown around by the wiser of the eastern west in the form of literature or poetry comes to mind, like; “electricity comes from other planets”, in relation to mono-ideo dynamics in relation to bipolars and nature; “The Gift” etc. (The Velvet Underground, 1969). All of these “foggy notions” are there for usually the reason they’re being inspired, meaning put art intentions and science together and you’ve got something good. Unless you succumb to the marketplace. Only drugs inspire chemicals on command without the need for circumstance (this is a modern cultural tradition). The nature of mania is that you become ‘antennae’ of sorts that more easily gathers information. It’s up to you what you do with your energy or your manic that turns the tides in your favour. Your perception may be higher in this state, but there (as always) is; a down side of it as there is duality in all things in nature. Psychosis depression and psychological problems plague the inexperienced young bipolar individual’s lives until an effective treatment plan is accepted or forced on them. Other ways to cushion this (and to avoid too many episodes) is complying with treatment plans to your liking and staying away from recreational drugs for the most part. Or rather, opposing and cheating the laws of the flawed marketplace. The process as a whole is always a learning experience for most. For sure, unbalanced brains are the next step in biological evolution. The union of the mind and body, the relationship between the physical and metaphysical, and how human culture is merged with the ethereal will occur along with the reopening of the practices originating from primitive psychology like the agenda of the heavenly bodies of fire above. Victim Psychology One thing I have realized over the past many years is that there are two kinds of people in the world; the aggressors and the passive. Like the chimps and the bonobos, the psychopaths and the victimized, the sociopath and the weary guardian, the farmer and the farm animal, the nurse and the sickly the dominant prey upon the weak. I have found the sociopath to be friendly and the psychopath to be gentlemanly and wise at times. This does not condone they’re compulsive destructive social and physical abuse that they inflict upon they’re victims. A psychopath is someone who enjoys committing violence upon another. A sociopath is one who has no care for the wellbeing of others. This is rampant in modern Canadian livelihood. One other thing I’ve noticed about aggressors is that they go in and out of remission. (Which is cooperative behavior) A volatile destruction of one’s trust of others and distorting of one’s actions that is prevalent in victims is sexual abuse of the young and old alike. Next to physical assault it’s the most reactive and high profile to this day of violations of another person therefore it falls in the category of psychopathy from what I can see because of its physical and emotional impact. Victims carry on in public, say profoundly erratic and shocking statements, take up malevolence for those who stand by them and seek a vengeance that has no sympathy in any circumstance against theirs and other persons abusers. Their paranoia fuelles the problem of wrongful accusation cases ongoingly across the board. Usually a current abuser is in the background with these cases fuelling the fire while the victim holds out for some kind of mercy or justice. Wife beating and general abuse of children and animals are the most haness and hated by the public and the spectrum of victims in this country. (Canada) Sexual abuse is the most widely discussed and concerning of abusive behaviors towards humanity, (to the point that it’s an ongoing obsession and topic in the daily conversation in a conflictive situation between persons and within groups of all sizes) breeds decay within the psychological health of the groups themselves(like paranoia to a schitsophrenic) and they revel in it, abusers and all. All the power to the victims for their enthusiasm, but to reiterate what I wrote above, these actions are somewhat on occasion either false puppetry put on by the victim’s close and currently occupied as; violator, or by bystanders who just want a show or to gossip. The falsity and sadly sociopathic act of ‘fish netting’ just about every oddball as a possible suspect of these lowly behaviors is very common in today’s society. However, I have realized that their paranoia is justified by the number of women beating and sexual abuse cases showing up as a reality today and that there is a correlation with the amount of homosexuals that are violently “in the closet” who turn up in our courts and also who don’t (mainly due to victims trying to hold their lives together). Can this be explained by ethnicity clashes? Gangs?Terrorism?Languages? Why this correlation? Is it obviously connected to what was formerly seen as perversion, homosexuality, as a factor in these broken homes. Just because by my census in northern Ontario found that heterosexuality was a minority here and that the abuse rate changed for the worse shows that it is possibly a correlation. How long has this been going on? I find that these men need to use women as a shield, a sexual punching bag that’s worth no more than a cheap roast beef. This is a new social disease. Not homosexuality, but the act of taking a mate of the sex you aren’t interested in for personal gain. The action of these men is typical abuse and the women go on destroying their psychological health through these empty relationships. This one (me) who is looking for a healthy relationship feels ripped off however the sociopathic women choose their life like dolls instead. While the jails hold the psychopaths. The police jail and court workers go on with their corrupt behavior in our region. It’s that that continues to choke our young women into a compromise. They are a social disease, we are under siege from sick nations and countries and our men are allowing our women and children to fall by the wayside to make room for more homosexual dominance. It’s time to liberate the inflicted to avoid more people crossing over to psychological toxicity. As these victims start to depreciate into self destructing and outwardly destructive tendencies. Psychologists must prescribe and teach like never before in this age of lies, abuse and corruption

LO-FI Music Explained JAMES MCFARLANE·SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 2016 LO-FI MUSIC EXPLAINED The additional distorted data collected from the peripheries of our senses deliberately recreated and reproduced by means of adverse, outdated and unintentionally altered technology and style. Recorded or preformed ideally in the form of what we know as music and or film. broken record? More like audible snowflake. The geometry of nature get betrayed and expands when recording art under predetermined and active circumstances at the whim of the conditions of the environment and it’s setbacks. LO-FI Music/Media is the effect that the decay of our technology has on the pristine conditions in which we perform and record our visual and audible experience and the deliberate recreation and reproduction of these anomalies. Atonally thrusting forth with a foggy notion that these new audio and visual recordings of patterns that emerge from the more primitive forms of technology over time vaguely and remarkably respond to and compliment the setting of the reality intentionally being recorded on an almost conscious level. The question of how to activate them and where hey come from arises when artists of our own age with a knowledge of the recent technological and cultural past attempt the avantgard. Using predominantly analogue and traditional technology affected by time itself that we can alter ourselves in combined with natural (random) rate, voltage, velocity selection what have you to reproduce art AND what the ultimate effect of the recording process has on these works of avantgard art is the idea behind and the method LO-FI Music/Media. -James McFarlane (Seamus) I blew up Einsteins theory on insanity — James McFarlane (Seumas) JAMES MCFARLANE·SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 2016 Einstein said that the definition of insanity was repeating ones actions over and over again, expecting different results. I say that this behavior is far from insane. It is the fundamental law of how our development, bodies, daily lives, cultural traditions, reproduction, evolution and solar systems function. When looked at closely we see that even the most repetitious behavior is constantly changing at various rates. This is a law in all things in our universe therefore nothing ever really repeats itself. Rotations beautifully exist in nature and follow an imperfect geometry that we mimic in our cultures according the the schedules of the massive bodies above. Rock and roll, like opium or the moon have differing effects on the geometric patterns of our lives and evolution. Some rock an roll music by use of musical instruments (science) has combined the harmony of natures repetitious behavior (the drone) with the ever changing distortion factors like; time, mass, pitch and amplitude that are essential and fundamental to the evolutionary principle of repetitious behavior. Its the repetition that is the foundation we stand on, as long as your standing on it, expect something new to come about. Simply our presence in a scenario changes the physical and metaphysical environment at some rate, its our behavior and descisions that change that rate what manifests as the artwork or reality. — James McFarlane (Seumas) lyrics — James McFarlane (Seamus(Substreet Drones)) JAMES MCFARLANE·SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 2016

[dailyymoon]

My 15 days personalized diet:

Starting on the 17th of January 2020:

Stats:

SW: 60kg after a binge

CW: idk

Height: 157cm

Day 1: Chocolate mono + 1 hour dancing. (I had an apple because I was at my friend's and was forced to eat oops)

1 and a half Milka (700 calories)

some teaspoons of chocolate powder (100 calories)

Small apple (60 calories)

Total= 860

Day 2: Liquid fast with some soft food? + 30 minutes dancing

Two cups of hot chocolate (100 calories)

Two cups of herbal tea (0 calories)

One fat-free yogurt (60 calories)

3 dates (60 calories)

8 teaspoons of Chocolate powder (150 calories)

100 ml Pepsi max (0.25 calories)

One small sweet yogurt 40g (40 calories)

Total= about 420

Day 3: Intermittent fasting + liquid fast (just liquids this time) 

Still hadn’t eat anything since yesterday and I’m now on my 24th hour of fast.

EDIT: I broke my fast ater 24 hours, I felt like dying tbvh heheh

Apple puree (120 calories)

Hot chocolate (50 calories)

Herbal tea (0 calories)

A sip of Pepsi max (0 calories)

Some teaspoons of chocolate powder because im desperate for chocolate lol (100 calories)

Fat-free yogurt (60 calories)

Total= 330

Day 4: LF duh kinda

Hot chocolate (50 calories)

Coffee with one little cube of sugar (10 calories)

1 small date (20 calories)

1 cup of pineapple juice and orange (100 calories)

1 small millefeuille oops my friends bought it ( I’ll over assume it’s 200 calories)

half a small bowl of Cabbage soup (about 50 calories) and EWW IT GAVE ME NAUSEA

3 dates (60 calories)

A few sips of Pepsi max

Some teaspoons of chocolate powder oops (100 calories)

1 fat-free yogurt (60 calories)

DANG THAT'S FREAKING A LOT OF EATING I DID THERE EWW

Total= 650

Day 5: I'll hang out with my friends and have a pasticcio (I guess It's about 500 to 600 calories + I'll take laxatives when I get beack home.

EDIT: my friends left me out :))))

EDIT: not like they left me out on purpose but damn thats what It feels like.

Pasticcio (over assume it to be 600 calories)

One potato grilled (over assume it to be 300 calories)

This leaves me with a total of 900

EDIT: As long as I as planning to eat a pasticcio, I felt like I have to eat eat since if i don't i will def binge and hate myself. So here goes a little cheat day.

Day 6: IF (fuck, i ate a lot)

4 dates (120 calories)

100ml of milk (60 calories)

Some type of milk called lait caillé in French so idk what it is in English (overestimating it's 300 calories)

One mandarin (40 calories)

A tablespoon of scrambled egg (overestimated it to be 50 calories)

Some sweet crackers uhh idk their name too (about 50 calories too)

Lentil soup (100 calories because i had only half a small bowl of it)

Total=720 but i feel disgusted ughh

Day 7: 

I don’t remember what I ate exactly but it was about 700 calories

Day 8: Danced for 1 hour

Coffee with milk and sugar (40 calories)

3 dates (60 calories)

One small flavored yogurt (40 calories)

A half of a small bowl of lentil soup (60 calories)

One hard-boiled egg (90 calories)

A big bowl of turkey breast salad (2 tomatoes 40 calories, Some leaves of lettuce 10 calories, 80 gram of turkey breast cooked in a pan without oil and with seasonings 150 calories)

Coffee with one small cube of sugar (10 calories)

3 dates (60 calories)

One mandarin (40 calories)

Half a fat-free yogurt (30 calories)

3 dates oops i ate a lot of them lol (60 calories)

Another coffee with sugar (10 calories)

Total= 800 or more idk it’s things are accurate but yeah I’ll add some just in case lol...

Day 9: ughh

Popcorn (200 calories I guess because I added oil to pop it)

4 Pancakes (70 calories each): I made them using one banana 100 calories, one egg 70 calories, 50ml of milk 30 calories, 4 tbsp of flour 150, and a dash of salt. -I threw away some of it because my mom said “oh you started eating again? even sugar?” It was a normal thing, she meant no harm, but it triggered me and I felt like I’m not worth eating normally lol what a mind I have!

Strawberry jam (30 calories)

Yogurt (40 calories)

(Okay, lemme explain. We had to visit my sister and I had to nibble on some few things there but I promise it wasn’t that much so I guess I went over 550 calories)

Total= It was supposed to be 550 calories, but let’s make it 900 calories (just an additional amount of overestimated calories)

Day 10:

I broke my 23-hours fast with:

Barley soup (100 calories or so)

3 dates (60 calories)

Banana (100 calories)

Mandarin (40 calories)

Yogurt (40 calories)

Coffee with milk (50 calories)

3 dates (60 calories)

Total=450 uhh okay, could have been less but just in order to not binge I ate some fruits and dates.

Day 11: Uhh i somehow lost track of my calories but I would count it as a treat. It’s not over 1000 calories I hope. But, tomorrow Im having an appointment with a nutritionist heheh I’ll try to recover and clear my mind in this period of time, as I will try to make it a healthier lifestyle, because Im so sick of me batteling with my ed alone for about 8 years now ... best of luck to whoever is reading this, you’re amazing hun, just keep being strong!!

Oops edit: it was a bad idea to actually go and see a nutritionist, she didn’t even understand what’s happening with me and made me doubt my ed, that was the worst part. But overall, she talked with me from a psychological perspective, which is something I didn’t really need but okay, I paid for nothing lol

 Day 12: Today was a bit more than 1000 so lets say 1200 okay? I will try to add some calories every day just so that I up my calories intake and fix my wrecked metabolism. I did a little bit of abs workout too.

Day 13: 1100

Day 14: 1400 or even more 

Day 15: 1500

Weigh-in: fuck i didn't lose a shit

[ryodan]

SasuNaru and the pin hole

(semi anti ending but not tagged as such as its mainly pro, so beware..vv semi tho)

@sasuke-prevails

Okay, so I’d reblog your post with a reply but my computer always freezes up when I do that and try to add pictures and I can barely use the tumblr app as it is so gaaaah. Plus, I’ve always wanted to make this post debunking everything SNS claim anyways. So here you go. sorry about the wait, i was so lazy..sorry about some shakey images i have GAD

First off, I’d like to say that when I say I am a Naruto fan, I don’t mean the character. I mean, don’t get me wrong I love Naruto too, but I am referring  to the series. I genuinely love this series despite all of it’s inconsistencies, I am late on the band wagon but I prefer that since it allows me to think objectively.  SNS tends to view the series with what I like to call pin hole vision where the entire series is naruto  x sasuke, they are the center bond because they represent everything the series itself stands for. They are not together all the time, they haven’t had the healthiest relationship but they’re the centre  bond because as proven by the first and final battles in the VOE, both at the end of part 1 and part 2 respectively it’s a ‘it boils down to this’ type of thing. However, when I say I am anti romantic SNS it does not mean I am anti their friendship. Do I think its unhealthy? Some aspects of it, yes. Problematic, yes tbh.

These are good examples  I think. Narutos worst fears early shippuuden were disappointing his comrades, and this. Why is is problematic on Narutos side? I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it

I’d like to mention what naruto as a series stands for, and always consistently stood for.

‘Nande?’

‘Onagi dakara’

‘why?’

‘because we are the same.’

-Narutos first bond, Iruka

‘Konoha o mamoroto tsuyui ishi’

‘strong will to protect the hidden leaf village.’

-Hiruzen

‘sato wa nanda?’

‘what is a village?’

-sasuke, ill get to it

‘Kono hi no ishi mote oru kagiri kono sato no mono wa subete kazoku sono mono nanja’

‘as long as one has this will of fire everyone in this village is family.’

‘Iruka sensei? Nande hito wa hito no tameni inochi o kake- ah fuck this translation takes too long im sorry omg

‘Iruka sensei why do people risk their lives for other people?’

‘When one person dies, their past , their present and their future disappears along with them----those people who die have dreams and ambitions, but everyone else has something just as important. Parents, siblings, friends, lovers..those who are dear to them. They trust each other and help each other—that string gets which connects those people gets stronger and thicker by time. It’s impossible to explain why, those who hold those strings just do it, because it’s important to them.’

‘yeah. Somehow it’s clear even to me.’

-Iruka and Naruto when Hiruzen died protecting the village

‘When someone has something they want to protect, their true power comes along’

-Haku

It’s because we help out when they’re in trouble that we can count on them to come running when we need it.

-Shikamaru, about Suna

‘If comrades that you trust gather around you, hope can take physical form and become visible. That`s what I believe...’

-kakashi, to obito

I won't allow my comrades to die. I'll protect you with my life. Trust me.

-kakashi

The next generation will always surpass the previous one. It's one of the never-ending cycles in life.

-kakashi

If you don't share someone's pain. You can never understand them.

-Pain

‘A long cycle of hatred humans have come to call history’

Just by living, people hurt others without even realizing it. So long as humanity exists, hate will also exist. There is no peace in this cursed world. War is just a crime paid for by the pain of the defeated...

-pain

Now there's something I understand a little better. Hate, sadness, even joy. To be able to share it with another person... Naruto Uzumaki. From fighting him I learned that. He knew pain like I did and then he taught me that you can change your path. I wish that one day I can be needed by someone. Not as a frightening weapon... But as the sand's Kazekage.

-Gara

  People's lives don't end when they die. It ends when they lose faith.

-itachi

‘ill never let my comrades die, those words and the conviction behind them are not lies, because neji was able to store those words in his heart. Brother Neji died! It’s not just you Naruto, we all hold those words and feelings in our heart.That is what binds our lives together and makes us comrades. If we all give up those thoughts and feelings Nejis final act would have been for nothing. And that is when your comrades truly die.’

-Hinata

The pain of being alone is completely out of this world, isn't it? I don't know why, but I understand your feelings so much, it actually hurts.

-Naruto

That void is something that everyone helps you fill. Just because you face adversity and hardships, is no reason to give up on this world. A person willing to throw away all those memories... of their friends and comrades, will never find peace of mind. Resorting to something like that isn't going to bury that hole. If you persevere and endure, someone will be there to support you!

-Kakashi, to obito

 I love sasuke. I love all of his bonds, and despite the shit he dealt with in the series he really does represent the message of the series really well…an atypical antagonist, an incredibly well written character who fills not only his shoes in the story, but the shoes of many other characters.

You say Sasuke offered his food to Naruto because he cares about him and I agree, empathy stems from care. But going by your argument.

Despite this

He did wait for her to wake up, also risking elimination and a halting of his revenge plans.

It’s important noting that before any of this, their goals were very self centered and none of them were playing by teamwork..except sasuke, who boasted that he was better than them to Kakashi, but was still the only one who linked them together, by feeding naruto and by saying the whole ‘we are a 3 man cell aren’t we?’

That’s another thing I love about this guy, he really brings people together despite the fact that does not talk for 98% of the series. Taka developed because of him and so did 7.

A constantly relevant theme.

the first mission bought light to what their relationships would be like very early on, and also imprints these guys as personal bonds based on friendship and affection that sasuke shares, a feat that no one else in the series was able to do aside from his family.

From the tree climbing exercise that combined their rivalry and their friendship to this moment that made a grown ass man cry

 ENCOUNTER WITH FRIENDS WHO CAN EASE HIM FROM LONELINESS!!

【仲間】 「それまで恋や友情に見向きもしなかったサスケは、ナルトやサクラと出会い、少しずつではあるが、仲間を受 け 入れ始める。サスケにとってナルトは、いつの間にか互いの能力を高め合う良きライバルとなり、 また大蛇丸の 邪悪な呪印にのみ込まれんとするその心を、サクラに救われたことも．．．  」

↳ 【COMPANIONS】 Though until then he had taken no notice of either love or friendship, after meeting with Naruto and Sakura Sasuke begins to accept them as nakama, even if only little by little. In Sasuke’s eyes, before he even noticed it, he and Naruto became mutual good rivals capable of boosting up each other’s skills - and also, when his heart was about to be swallowed by Orochimaru’s wicked cursed seal again, he was rescued by Sakura…

‘as they go on countless missions together, he sees her strengths and weaknesses and views her as someone he needs to protect’

「呪印の影響で暴走するサスケを身を挺して鎮めるサクラ。サクラのサスケを想う心が、邪な力を 包 み込む。」  

↳ Sakura willingly and bravely calms the rampaging Sasuke under the influence of the cursed seal. Sakura’s heart, thinking of Sasuke, devours the wicked power.

 For Naruto who was considered a failure, Sasuke was more than an annoying guy who got the best grades: he was also the rival that won Sakura’s heart, for whom Naruto is in love …! That’s why he always gets annoyed with Sasuke

Sasuke, who only had power for revenge, becomes stronger because of his companions. His true place would have been a future among them.

Growing distant, towards darkness. The one to appear before him as he began leave was Sakura. To the back of a Sasuke that tried to avert from what was being left behind, Sakura desperately conveys her feelings. Bright and earnest feelings - feelings that did not want to lose Sasuke. The one who filled his lonely existence with the emotion called love was Sakura. But, as expected, Sasuke cannot respond to those feelings. Sasuke was only able to leave a single word of thanks as word of parting. 

Friendship and love, a future filled with warmth. But as long as he is there, he cannot make his dream come true. This is why he throws away a future with his friends. To make dreams of revenge a reality…

As is confirmed by the databook.

Sasuke risked his life for them both, and he would have done it again no thinking what so ever, partly because he is a selfless person and also because they already imprinted on his mind. Sasukes relationship with Naruto is given a rivalry mixed with friendship context early on and my friend who had 0 to do with naruto burrowed volume one from me and in school while she was reading asked me if sasuke and sakura end up together, because authorial context is clear

In fact this scene builds up a very good argument I have for this ship that I will get to, where we first learn of his entire stance in the story and sakura is like? Mind you, this was at a time before sasuke ever spoke about these things to anyone…he made me cry is not something he ever told anyone other than sakura. She was intuitive to he him, even during the war when she had a feeling he’d start shit up early on.

You could argue he is blushing bc he is embarrassed… but he has had girls thirsting after him since he was fresh out the womb. ‘he came off stand offish’ well, yes naturally when a person is suffering from trauma and survivors guilt they tend to isolate themselves and become reclusive and irritable. Now, add the fact that the trauma happened at such a young age and you have a sasuke. But he still, took out the time to say he’s emo (a joke ofc)

The only ‘romantic context’ ever given to Naruto and Sasuke was the ‘accidental kiss’ which ended up like this

Over the course of the series we see Sasukes attachment to team 7, in the same context given before. Best friend and rival, girl he feels protective affection for.

however, the context between sasusaku was always romanticized

 Part 2 : http://sasukeuchihayas.tumblr.com/post/160820240389/this-comes-full-circle-in-the-gara-fight-when

Part 3 : http://sasukeuchihayas.tumblr.com/post/160820241909/if-we-do-a-time-skip-to-after-the-akatsuki-arc

[mktravellingcurator-blog]

Day two.

  So day one has been and gone.. I wake up the next day, on a Saturday, with a bizarrely nonchalant feeling. I message one of my best friends and tell him I'm probably not moving to Bristol as I had vaguely planned. I was excited about this move, I'd finally be leaving Devon after the cold and gloomy winter!

The winter was a time when I spent a lot of time alone and basically hibernated. It was one of my darkest times in recent memory and nothing about it was pleasant or fun. I felt like my soul had visited a dark place, one of black sticky self hatred and in that hell my soul was stuck. I battled my demons alone in my small room, which my mind had turned into prison cell. Things were okay, I had a house, a bed, a family, all the food I could need, I was safe, I was loved, I was beyond cared for and looked after- and yet nothing made sense and everything was black. I could see the hurt and pain this caused my parents but I just didn't care. I knew all they wanted to do was 'make me better', but mental illness doesn't work quite like that…

 They tried and tried to help and I kept resisting. I cried almost everyday for little to no reason other than I knew I was screaming inside and this was the only socially acceptable way to express it. Tears can be very cathartic, but not when they're masking a bigger problem. I didn't know why, but I felt lost and trapped in the beautiful bubble world of my home town, Totnes. I didn't fit here any more, but I didn't know where I could go in the state I was in. These were my thoughts at my lowest times, between late December and late February... 

 I don't feel like this anymore, but I know the demons will always lie in the shadows, and when there is light there is also dark. This is all part of the balance of life and the big game we play. Although I feel 'better' now, I know mental illness does not work in this way and I do fear stepping back. I know I could potentially wake up tomorrow with little to no self worth because sometimes the spiral opens up this quick. But I also know fear is only our own creation and if you fear anything you really can’t live life fully or in the present.

Luckily, by the end of February the daffodils were out in Devon and slowly, slowly, as winter turned to spring I could sense my mood shifting. The clouds slowly became thinner and danced back and forth. Rather than being the thick grey cloud which had covered my mind for months, now I could finally see blue skies (literally and metaphorically- this is a beaut way/image to meditate with, our clear minds are the blue skies and all the rest, happy, sad, angry, horny, scared emotions, any 'clutter' that may arise while you try to clear the mind, are the clouds floating along through the clear blue sky of your mind.).

With blue skies there somewhere again finally I start to talk with friends. Even the closest people in my life didn't know the extent to which I was struggling, apart from my parents and maybe two or three others. I just had no energy to communicate, and what was the point when I had become a mono- syllabic zombie? So, finally I start seeing what my friends are up to. A few people I know live in Bristol now and this seems like a good place to move to after the boredom of Totnes. I make a tentative plan to perhaps move there in June. Until then I'm free and have some money saved to travel Europe a little. Im not sure why I want to go to Europe, but with Brexit looming and Italian food to eat, I know I must go now. I have some friends who happen to be passing through, Europe is fairly small and in three hours I can be hanging out with an incredible woman I’d met on my long travels in Guatemala, who shines immeasurable light into my life. It's something I just need to do, so on March 23rd I fly from Bristol to Budapest and get picked up by the incredibly wonderful Zsofi and her father.

I have done it! I have survived the winter, I have visited a friend and I have encountered another foreign country. Success. From Budapest via train to Prague, where I stop for a day or two and then another train to Berlin. Now I’ve filled you in on back story, back to day two.

I message my friend in Bristol and tell him tentatively that I am considering moving to Berlin, sorry about Bristol but I'll keep him updated and I just wanted to give him a heads up and make my thinking clear from the beginning. It's the only half commitment I'd had at the start of my trip, a freedom I know that is beyond rare and which I couldn't be more grateful for. This was the only thing that I could perhaps do when I got back to the U.K. I could move to Bristol and find a job in a cafe or restaurant, even a bakery perhaps (you have never seen such a shining C.V for service work I promise ya. Over ten years in the making and I can carry three plates with my eyes shut and remember stupidly long orders. I'm sure I can get a job any where in the world.). I know I can move to Bristol, I know I can do an array of okay things in the U.K, which over half the world would give up anything to do.. But I just don't want to do it. It doesn't feel right, let alone inspiring.

I've been in Berlin for still less than 24hours at this point but I know I don't want to leave.. Day two is spent enjoying the surprise freak hot weather on Tempelhof and generally rejuvenating myself/ thinking about life here. Weighing up, but not really, life in Berlin and life in the U.K. As an 'unskilled' worker, someone who has done an arts degree with no bigger vision of what to do with it, someone who has gone traveling for more or less two years and had left any kind of internship or graduate program long behind I didn't see what the U.K could offer me that Berlin couldn't.

This is what I 'weigh up' on Saturday as I drink fresh peppermint tea in the sunshine next to the park. The tea pot and cup I drink from are both retro and cool and my drink is the brightest green I've ever seen. I hear many languages as I walk around and the farmers market is brimming with amazing smells and foods. I buy a falafel and go and sit in the sun again. A simple day by myself of stillness and peace. Something happens, a phone call that goes on for too long with some one I don't fully understand. Afterwards I feel deflated and exhausted, I notice I am extremely sensitive but this is okay. I absorb things sometimes if I let people 'in'. I chose to have this conversation, I am determined to learn from it and see how and why it has had these 'negative' effects. Also, I’ve been travelling for a few days at this point, walking around a lot and it might be this as well as the conversation which exhausted me.

In the evening I stay in Johanna's flat and could not be happier doing just that. Everything was perfect, it's just very easy to not notice at the time. We had a beautiful time with some of her other friends, just talking and talking. At this point my voice was still stuck, so I didn't converse too much but the conversation which flowed around me was truly some of the most inspiring and creative I’ve maybe ever heard. There are strong, powerful women around me and nothing has inspired me more in a long time. I really, truly feel so home.

[redruffs]

brace yourself it's a long q&a

1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now? •I can't remember where I put something and I'm just- 2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone? •Not really 3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care? •Probably not . I don't think it's something I'd ever want to do, but if they're happy and not addicted or relying, I really don't mind. 4: Do you find it easy to trust others? •It just depends on the person, I guess. I think everyone is wonderful and good and worthy of trust until proven otherwise. 5: What were you doing at 11PM last night? •Watching Harry Potter :P 6: You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you? •Probably no one, I do a lot of things alone. 7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on? •I take things like that pretty hard. Not because of I was hurt, but because my trust was broken and that's what hurts the most. 8: Are you close with your dad? •Absolutely not. He left when I was 10 after CPS was called on his wife for continued child abuse, and we've spoken once since and he doesn't care to contact/acknowledge me. 9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right? •Nope. 10: What are you listening to? •'Glass Bead' by GFriend. A bop. 11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it? •tea! 12: Do you like hickeys? •I've never had one so I guess I don't have a personal opinion. 13: What time do you go to bed? •11-1ish 14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down? •Yeah. 15: Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both? •Oh gosh, no. I'm a mess with one hand. 16: Do you always answer your texts? •I try to!! 17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? •No not at all! She's still one of my favorite things in life and I love her dearly. 18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? •Last night we talked about pooping. (: 19: Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them? •Yes!! 20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? • 'what if teddy was a werewolf' 21: Is anyone else in the room with you? •my dog! 22: Do you believe what goes around comes around? •holy avacados yes 23: Were you happier four months ago than you are now? •I think I'm happier now. 24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? •Oh, definitely. 25: In the past week, have you cried? •YEP LAST NIGHT. I saw this cosplay gif set of Teddy/Nymphadora/Remus Lupin and it seriously made me shut down for about ten minutes. 26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing? Black :P 27: Do people ever call you by your last name? •No? 28: Is anyone ignoring you right now? •yes and it hurts like hell. 29: Do you have a best friend? •yeah! they both live in different states though. 30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? •I've never kissed anyone, so. 31: Who was your last call/text message from? • I think it was from @efrabbit ! i haven't read it yet oops ily 32: Are you mad at anyone? •Not really, there's no use. 33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you? • ^^ 34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? • ^^^^ why do these all include kissing 35: How many more days until your birthday? •69 days! (oh god.) (may 8th btw) 36: Do you have any summer plans yet? •I think I have summerschool bc I failed the first semester of biology, but I don't usually do much in the summer besides read and watch movies haha. 37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex? •Woah, not really. Gotta fix that 38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? •I don't think so? 39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone? •Not really? I'm pretty open with my friends. 40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone? •stOP 41: Do you think age matters in relationships? •I mean,,, okay, if it's like a 14 y/o with a 20 y/o or something like that, I think that's not great, just because of maturity. But otherwise no, not really. 42: Are you available? •No, I'm out of stock. Sorry. :P idek 43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended? •Still in it, but one?? 44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? •I want the side of my nose pierced so bad. 45: Do you believe exes can be friends? •Yeah! I'm seriously really good friends with two of them. You had stuff in common for a reason. :) 46: Do you regret anything? • "Never regret anything, because at one point it was exactly what you wanted." I've lived firmly on that for a long time. 47: Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? • TONKS ! DESERVED ! BETTER ! 48: Did you ever lose a best friend? •Actually yes, and it hurts me really often that I lost her. But I'm glad she's happy. 49: Was your last kiss a mistake? • ): 50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? • She lives elsewhere, but that's going to change one day. 51: Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? • no but all these kiss questions will make me cry 52: Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? • OH COME ON 53: What was the last thing you ate? • I had an egg roll 54: Did you get any compliments today? • I don't think so? maybe today has been fuzzy, I've been super sleepy for some reason. 55: Where are you going on your next vacation? • I think Austin for my cousin's awards 56: Do you own anything from other countries? • YEAH. I own so much kpop stuff, some other Korean items, stuff from Mexico I got on cruises, and whatnot (: 57: Are most of your friend guys or girls? •girls! 58: Where have you lived most of your life? • I have only ever lived in this kinda smallish town in Texas. 59: When was the last time you took a long drive? •Last weekend! My mom and I drove a few hours to a super small town to go shopping and to go to like four Bucky's :P it was fun ! 60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle? •no & no thank you 61: Have you ever TPd someone’s house? • Oh gosh no I could never 62: Who do you text the most? •My two really good friends :) 63: What was the last movie you saw? •I watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban this morning! It's my favorite along with GOF. 64: What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex? • I'm single lmao. 65: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011? • Probably one or two power rangers, since I was like, nine. 66: Is the last person you kissed younger than you? • im- 67: Do you curse around your parents? • Sometimes? but it's like the not terrible ones 68: Are you happy with where you live? •House-wise? No, not really. We've never had a house of our own or anything that wasn't an apartment, and I'd like to get a house someday. 69: Picture of yourself? • um... ugly. 70: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships? •mono 71: Have you ever been dumped? • No 72: What do you most like about making out? •I'm actually going to cry why me 73: Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with? • stop. 74: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other? • B y e 75: What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive? •their soul yall. 76: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed? • my best friend <3 77: Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour? • virginvirginvirgin 78: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name? • goodbye 79: What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face? • her 80: Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? •yeah ofc! 81: Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you? • yeah 82: Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush? • it depends 83: Do you miss your last sweetie? • I read that as sweet and looked over at the lollipop stick so yes I want it back 84: Last time you slow danced with someone? •I haven't 85: Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met? •yeah lmao oh gosh 86: How can I win your heart? • Tell me a cheesy Harry Potter pickup line and you're golden 87: What is your astrological sign? • I'm a Taurus! 88: What were you doing last night at 12 AM? •sleeping 89: Do you cook? • yeah!! 90: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication? • Yes. She contacted me again and we've been just as close as we were ever since and I love her so much. 91: If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship? • Only of it was with someone particular. Otherwise no. 92: Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? •Not really sure? 93: What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest? • honestly I really don't nitpick like that, it just depends on who the person is. 94: Name four things that you wish you had! •confidence, •a freaking brown mascara, a skirt for this thingy, and my Hogwarts letter than is reasonably late, but it's okay, I'm patient. 95: Are you a player? •no 96: Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day? •no 97: Are you a tease? •I mean no not really ? 98: Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr? •nope 99: Have you ever been deeply in love with someone? •yepyep 100: Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with? •myself because I'm great stop sleeping on me, world 101: Hugs or Kisses? •hugs. hugs are amazing. 102: Are you too shy to ask someone out? •No, I'm really not 103: The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? • I always notice how tall someone is 104: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe? •I guess 105: If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it? • no ! no ! no !!!! that would break an innocent person's heart over my own shitty lust and that's not okay, I could never 106: Do you flirt a lot? •I think sometimes how I talk to people comes off as flirting but I'm really not trying to flirt 107: Your last kiss? • ((': 108: Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012? • I hate this 109: Have you kissed anyone in the past month? • naiwjwosjsjshwk 110: If you could kiss anyone who would it be? • nymphadora tonks. I would kiss her on head and promise that I'll always fight for her. 111: Do you know who you’ll kiss next? • nah 112: Does someone like you currently? •yes? 113: Do you currently have feelings for anyone? •yes 114: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? •serious shit man 115: Ever made out with just a friend? • take a wild guess 116: Are you happier single or in a relationship? • I'm not really sure tbh 117: Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.

[agent-of-empathy]

ALL the numbers >:3

1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now?

My situation with mom is all kinds of messed up

2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone?

I don’t... I wish I did tho

3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care?

I probably would... sorry to any potsmpking future SOs

4: Do you find it easy to trust others?

no

5: What were you doing at 11PM last night?

ART

6: You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you?

I mean I don’t drink but if I did... you 

7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?

cry

8: Are you close with your dad?

yee

9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right?

lmao I wish

10: What are you listening to?

Nothing, I’m watching firefly

11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it?

cream soda

12: Do you like hickeys?

can’t tell, haven’t had one

13: What time do you go to bed?

11-12 on week days, 1-2 on weekends

14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down?

....yeah

15: Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both?

pretty much

16: Do you always answer your texts?

no... sorry @ anyone who hasn’t gotten a reply after messaging me I’m v forgetful

17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for?

no

18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?

5 minutes ago... to you :P

19: Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?

mhm

20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

“holy hell my head hurts”

21: Is anyone else in the room with you?

a kitty :3

22: Do you believe what goes around comes around?

yee

23: Were you happier four months ago than you are now?

yes and no

24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with?

yeah... well... they’re sort of fixed but... there are still cracks. We can’t talk about the things we used toOhand another personI don’t think it’ll ever be fixed with them...ok now that I think about it there are a lot of people I wish i could fix things with 

25: In the past week, have you cried?

mhm

26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing?

green and gray

27: Do people ever call you by your last name?

yee

28: Is anyone ignoring you right now?

probably

29: Do you have a best friend?

you

30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed?

I haven’t kissed anyone

31: Who was your last call from?

i havent had a call in months my phone isn’t working

32: Are you mad at anyone?

mhm

33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

no

34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday?

haven’t kissed anyone

35: How many more days until your birthday?

idk man it’s in a few months

36: Do you have any summer plans yet?

sort of?

37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex?

most of my friends are so ye

38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now?

if I was why would I tell you here :P

39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone?

mhm

40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

Ihaveneverkissed

41: Do you think age matters in relationships?

to an extent

42: Are you available?

VERY MUCH SO WHY DO U KNOW SOMEONE 

43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended?

one

44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get?

hmmmmm... lip

45: Do you believe exes can be friends?

of course

46: Do you regret anything?

buddy you have nooooooo idea

47: Honestly, what’s on your mind right now?

....let’s not go down that rabbit hole

48: Did you ever lose a best friend?

I think I just did...... (not you, an irl friend)

49: Was your last kiss a mistake?

haven’t kissed

50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like?

we both agreed not to have a relationship

51: Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry?

i have said this many timesno kissy

52: Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed?

no kissy

53: What was the last thing you ate?

cake :3

54: Did you get any compliments today?

yee

55: Where are you going on your next vacation?

FLORIDA BISHES

56: Do you own anything from other countries?

yeeeamerican shit my dude

57: Are most of your friend guys or girls?

gurl

58: Where have you lived most of your life?

the country

59: When was the last time you took a long drive?

i can’t even remember... but I’m takin one soon :3

60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle?

no

61: Have you ever TPd someone’s house?

nop

62: Who do you text the most?

if we count messaging? you

63: What was the last movie you saw?

Rogue One if I’m not mistaken 

64: What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex?

not

in

a

relationship

65: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2010?

let’s see if i add... with the square root of.... then you apply.... if x serves.... then that gives usssssss....

00 bf0 gf

66: Is the last person you kissed younger than you?

NO KISSY >:(

67: Do you curse around your parents?

ye

68: Are you happy with where you live?

no

69. Picture of yourself?

have an old one from december

70. Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?

mono

71. Have you ever been dumped?

sort of

72. What do you most like about making out?

the idea of it... since i haven’t done it

73. Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?

no

74. When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?

NO

KISSY

75. What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?

the whole package :P

76. Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?

I don’t remember

77. Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?

no

78. Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?

no.

79. What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?

LITERALLY ANYTHING NICE

80. Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?

yee

81. Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you?

yes

82. Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush?

no

83. Do you miss your last sweetie?

didnt have one

84. Last time you slow danced with someone?

prom.... with my mom

85. Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met?

no

86. How can I win your heart?

be nice

be my age

know me

be like... average-looking

that’s it im urs

87. What is your astrological sign?

geminu

88. What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

A R T

89. Do you cook?

ya

90. Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?

no

91. If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?

yes

92. Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?

monooooooo

93. What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?

idk?

94. Name four things that you wish you had:

a girlfriend

a boyfriend

money

an army of puppies

95. Are you a player?

no

96. Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day?

no

97. Are you a tease?

no

98. Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr?

yeeeee i met @emh-milo

99. Have you ever been deeply in love with someone?

not yer

100. Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?

so many

101. Hugs or Kisses?

y not both

102. Are you too shy to ask someone out?

mhm

103. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?

idk

104. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?

VERY

105. If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it?

no

106. Do you flirt a lot?

yes

107. Your last kiss?

I have said this many times and I will not say it again

NO.KISSY.>:(

108. Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2011?

no

109. Have you kissed anyone in the past month?

no

110. If you could kiss anyone who would it be?

not tellin

111. Do you know who you’ll kiss next?

no

112. Does someone like you currently?

you’d know more than I do

113. Do you currently have feelings for anyone?

yes

114. Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

srs bsns

115. Ever made out with just a friend?

no

116. Are you happier single or in a relationship?

idk I have nothing to compare

117. Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.

BRO U DIDN’T WRITE ANYTHING SMH