#again I just wanted to draw them physically forming a heart like in lion king 2

[shinelikegoldbuzzlikeabee]

💚💛🌿Them💗💜💙

I’m bi so I’m hitting them with the bisexual beam!

[ramblingguy54]

You know, Marcy being stuck in the tube reminds me of jeri being trapped in the d-reaper(hell, marcy reminds me of jeri in someways)

     My apologies for not getting to this ask in awhile. I’ve been busy with stuff and also admittedly lazy to an extent in my free time, too.

     Anyways, this parallel you're presenting of Marcy & Jeri being similar is certainly something to consider. They're both kids who wanted to to a different world because they wanted to be stronger people in not just an emotional sense, but physically speaking too.

     Leomon commented on despite how tiny & frail Jeri looked, she had the spiritual strength of something greater than that or as he said in the English dub, "You're such a little thing, but you have a lion's heart.", which showed the underlying potential Jeri had in overcoming her serious demons, if she simply applied herself more in whatever the kid wanted to do in life. 

     Marcy has an arc of development in this same sense, due to wanting to travel to another reality where she could become stronger. She didn't want to be always seen as a clumsy know it all, who can’t fend for herself. Marcy did have Anne steal the Calamity Box in order to keep them together as friends in a different reality always, but it wasn’t just this reason alone. This girl has a defined low self-esteem, which she looked for validation in her friendship through Anne & Sasha. When Marcy’s parents dropped the news about moving away outta state she flipped out because if this girl can’t have the sense of validation, being two best friends for life, surrounding herself, than what does that make Marcy Wu, overall? You can apply this same mindset to Leomon as well, given how much Jeri admired, respected, and loved Leomon as the father she never had.

     This brings me into a more speculative territory, once again, when looking into the potential core dynamic Marcy Wu could have with her father, akin to Jeri’s complicated relationship against the other. I do believe there’s a good chance Marcy’s relationship with her father is the most problematic and not so much the mother, honestly. After all, who did Marcy put a shit ton of her trust into? King Andrias. Who crushed Marcy’s hopes, dreams, and plummeted her self-esteem to a greater level? King Motherfucking Andrias. Andrias presented himself as an outlet parental figure Marcy could put her faith into and so much more. Marcy didn’t feel like she had anyone to truly turn to after the actions this kid committed in having Anne & Sasha steal the Calamity Box for her as a last ditch resort to flee from their reality. 

     Marcy was riddled with guilt, so she thought this strong, authoritative, and seemingly compassionate adult, who lent her an open ear and shoulder to cry on, if need be, would give herself so much needed relief. Sadly, this wasn’t the case for Marcy’s faith in Andrias, or tragically Jeri’s short time spent with Leomon in Tamer’s run time. These two young girls looked for a sense of closure in these two respective adult male figures, who could’ve saved them from their inner demons. Andrias’ real intent was to only use her as a figurative chess piece then brutally toss the girl aside afterwards. Leomon’s unfortunate fate at Beelzemon’s hands was basically out of his control. Leomon wanted to prove to himself, Jeri, and most importantly Beelzemon that having serious strength isn’t “real power”, rather it’s the bonds you obviously form with other people making you so in the long run. This costed Leomon his life & Jeri’s little self-esteem she was barely holding onto, as long as he was apart of her life forever.

     These two young girl leads suffered greatly from putting their trust into who they thought were responsible adult fatherly role models, where one in relished deceitful manipulation of this kid’s heart and the other was killed unjustly by another emotional wreck of a Digimon named, Impmon. Jeri & Marcy were dealt serious low blows by their connections to these two respective figures. Their faith hadn’t been just shaken, but torn to pieces because said admiration led these two down a path of serious heartbreak. Marcy was given a brutal wake up call from Andrias having to realize he never truly loved, nor cared, about her well being. All he saw was some tool for a means to an end, nothing more or less. Jeri was sent into a broken state of depression from Leomon’s sudden murder at Beelzemon’s cold blooded slaying of him. Jeri had already lost her biological mother years ago and didn’t have a healthy relationship with her hard-lined father or new step mother either, which made Leomon’s passing all the more devastating for her.

     These respective heroine’s didn’t want to be alone, as it was anything far worse than the most unimaginable pain one could physically inflict upon somebody, period. Jeri resigned herself to viewing Leomon’s untimely death as, “Loneliness, is my destiny.”, which the D-Reaper feasted upon those feelings of dreadful heartbroken defeat. Andrias very much pulled a D-Reaper in calculating the reveal of Marcy’s hidden true colors, by laughing in front of the main trio of girls about how his most “favorite associate” brought them into Amphibia’s world to begin with all because she didn’t want to be forsaken to a life of solitude, based around wherever state her parents were going to move to. 

     Marcy’s optimism, pride, and hope in Andrias were shot down instantly by a malicious ruler, who didn’t care about what needed to be done for universal and dimensional conquest. Even if it meant absolutely shattering a child’s hope in finding an adult that finally understood her needs, basically. I still do firmly stand on the theory that Marcy’s father, while well intent, doesn’t know how to properly express his compassionate side. Much like Jeri’s father, it’s very likely he does care for Marcy, but had a hard time understanding the kid’s needs or how she emotionally differed from other children, possibly. Marcy’s father could indeed share the problem Jeri’s had of not being a good parent still very much wanting to change their ways, but not knowing how to go about doing it in the proper manner.      Whenever I think back to the father’s line, “Marcy, you have to understand. Come back here, young lady!”,  I’m under the impression he’s trying his hardest to connect with Marcy, though for whatever reasons we’ll find out in Season 3 soon enough doesn’t seem to get how being empathetic toward his daughter works. Jeri’s father had this exact same issue of empathy, where instead of trying to teach her daughter harsh lessons of responsibility, like say going from school and back home without vehicle transportation, he should’ve comforted his kid more about his previous wife’s passing.

     Throw in a mechanical menace taking advantage of their fragile state of mind and emotion giving us on Hell of an unsettling parallel between two kids, who’ve been dealt a seriously bad hand by their own separate series of events. If Marcy’s father turns out to be a problematic parent after all, then this detailed post of mine will age like a fine wine in how much Marcy & Jeri share as children with serious emotional baggage stemming from parental trust & affection. Season 3 has me legit scared for what could happen to Marcy in how Anne & Sasha will have to break Andrias’ master’s hold over their dear friend, if it goes the route people have been speculating about severe possession over her free will. It would make the ultimate tragedy for Marcy’s characterization, since she wanted to be free and now must suffer under an existence of control from a creature that feels no pain, remorse, or empathy for who it chooses to hurt.

     The parallels you can draw between Marcy & Jeri is so scary it aint even funny. This is like some serious uncanny valley territory shit right here.

[d3-iseefire]

Little Swan Lost Chapter 37

So, all things considered, the examination wasn’t as bad as Bilba had feared it would be. 

Granted, it wasn’t fun by any stretch, but she supposed she should count her blessings where she could find them, right? 

Dr. Belarius smiled at her from where she sat at a desk making notes on a tablet. “It’ll take some time to get all the results back but--” here she paused as she got distracted writing notes with a stylus. It was a few seconds before she looked back up again. “There’s nothing I can see that would prevent you from having a successful pregnancy and, given the family history you provided, I don’t expect to find anything.”

Bilba hadn’t thought she would but, even so, the words brought a rush of disappointment. There had been a hope, a small one to be sure, but a hope nonetheless that this could be her ticket out. Thorin would happily put her on a plane to Gondor if it meant he could get back with Kyra, and Bilba knew Arwen would welcome her with open arms.

It had been a nice dream, even if it had only lasted a short time.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. A low churning started in her stomach as her mind automatically began spinning out possible consequences of the news. There was no doubt in her mind that, with test results in hand, the king would confront Thorin in some way, shape, or form.

And then what? She didn’t know what sort of relationship Thorin had with his father. Would he bow to his commands? She didn’t believe Thorin would force her to do anything, he hadn’t laid a hand on her in a month and she doubted he would suddenly start, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t pressure her and make her life generally miserable.

More miserable. All things considered; she could admit her life wasn’t that bad at the moment. Stressful, yes, and she had to deal with the massive amounts of hate being sent her way, and then watching her husband fawn over his ex but, even so, it wasn’t terrible. Cerys had been nice to her, and Ori even if she might have ulterior motives, and no one had physically harmed her so…not entirely miserable.

If Thorin started pressuring her for…things, however, because his father was pressuring him, that assessment could soon change.

“Your Highness?” Dr. Belarius’ voice broke through her musings and Bilba started in surprise. “Was there anything else? I’m happy to answer any questions you might have.”

“No,” she answered. “Thank you. You made the whole thing go a lot easier.”

That was certainly the truth. Dr. Belarius had taken time to explain everything she was doing, and why, and had taken steps to ensure that Bilba was as comfortable as she could be during the entire thing. It had still been embarrassing, and more invasive than Bilba would have liked but she was grateful the spymaster had sent for a female doctor.

Now if she could just figure out what he hoped to gain from such kindness…

She left the exam room and found the main area empty but for Cerys who was seated at a table with a tablet of her own. She looked up as Bilba entered, smiled and got to her feet. “Your Highness. How did it go?”

“All right.” Bilba headed for the exit, wanting to be done with the whole thing, only to draw up short as the doors slid open to reveal two guards on the other side.

“Your Highness,” one of them said. “The king sent us to escort you back once you were done.”

Bilba tensed, but had no time to respond as Cerys was suddenly standing there. “Great,” she said, her voice a little cheerier than was entirely natural. “I’ll see to it she gets back.”

One of the guards shifted uneasily. “I’m sorry, ma’am. We were told—”

“That she should be escorted back.” The cheer was gone, and Cerys’ voice now held an ice that was borderline terrifying. “Is there a reason why you’d insist on escorting her over her personal guard?”

“That is an excellent question,” a new voice broke in, as Gareth rounded the corner. He raised an eyebrow at the two men. “You’re dismissed.”

One of the men started to speak again, only to snap his mouth shut as Gareth and Cerys took up position on either side of Bilba and projected an aura that practically begged the two men to challenge them.

The two guards exchanged concerned looks and then, without further comment, turned on their heels and left.

“You know,” Cerys said mildly as they vanished around a corner. “I had that covered.”

“I know you did, Sweetheart,” Gareth agreed genially. “It’s just fun to freak them out.”

“Well,” Cerys said dryly, “as long as you were having fun.”

She sent a thousand-watt smile at him, and Bilba bit back a smile of her own, even as a wave of nostalgia washed over her. Her relationship with Bofur had been like that once upon a time. Now she had a husband who spent all his time mooning over his ex and barely acknowledging his wife even existed.

The two stayed in their positions on either side of her as they started down the corridor. Cerys made a few notations on her tablet and then held it out toward Bilba. “Your Highness. I’m ready to finalize your security team. I thought you might like to look at it before I do.”

“Oh.” Bilba took the tablet and looked down to see a grid on the screen filled with names and photos. “I don’t know. I--”

Her voice trailed off and her steps slowed to a stop. Her eyes tracked over the photos once, and then again. Sixteen. There were sixteen photos, and every one of them was a woman.

“They’ll operate in rotating groups of two in the palace,” Cerys was saying, “and four or larger outside, as the situation warrants. Gareth and I will oversee and join the rotations. Is that all right?”

Bilba nodded, not trusting herself to speak. It wasn’t just that her team was all female, it was that Cerys had clearly noticed how uncomfortable she was around male guards, and then intentionally set up a team designed to make her feel at ease.

She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had considered her wishes, or noticed she had any to begin with.

“This is fine,” she said, voice shaky. She handed the tablet back, and let out a breath, trying to rein in her emotions. She didn’t want to give the king the satisfaction of seeing her with red rimmed eyes, no matter the cause.

As they neared the king’s office, Bilba spotted Ori leaning against the wall. From inside the office, she could hear a loud voice raised in anger. The king’s guards, posted outside, were shifting uncomfortably and clearly wishing they were anywhere but there. A second pair of guards leaned casually against the wall across from them, looking bored.

All four straightened as Bilba approached, which was probably one of the first signs of respect she’d gotten from any guard outside of Gareth and Cerys, and it was probably due to their presence that she got it at all.

“Hey Bilba!” Ori bounded over and hugged her. “Are you doing all right?”

Bilba nodded, eyes flickering toward the door, where the raised voice was still going strong. It was a female voice, and not one she’d heard before. “What’s going on?”

Ori gave a mock guilty look. “I may have tattled.”

Bilba’s eyes widened. “Tattled? About what? To whom?”

“You’ll see!” Ori said brightly. She darted to the door and, before Bilba could say anything, knocked on it sharply. Inside, the raised voice cut off.

“We’ll wait out here for you, Your Highness,” Cerys said as she and Gareth took up position next to the two bored looking guards. Ori joined them as one of the men standing next to the door opened it and announced Bilba’s presence.

Bilba’s nerves immediately went on high alert and her stomach, which had calmed somewhat, began to churn once again. She clasped her hands in front of her, tried to convince herself she wasn’t walking into the lion’s den when she most definitely was, and entered the room.

The first thing she saw was Thrain seated behind his desk, arms crossed, and a look that could only be called petulant on his face.

On the other side of the desk, back toward Bilba, was a tall, statuesque woman with dark hair piled in an elaborate, braided style with what looked like diamonds threaded through. She wore black, flared leggings with a lace overlay and a silver, short sleeved, cold shoulder top.

As the door shut, the woman whirled around, revealing a set of ice blue eyes that made Bilba immediately think of Thorin.

Which meant this was most likely Dis, his sister.

Bilba didn’t know all that much about her other than she was the mother of the two spider seeking boys, and her husband had gone missing shortly after Erebor was retaken. Past that, Dis rarely gave interviews and, when she did, simply ignored personal questions as if they hadn’t been asked.

“Ah,” Dis announced, her voice a little too bright. “There you are. I believe my father has something to say to you.”

She whirled back to her father who glared at her with a mulish expression. A stare down commenced which lasted an uncomfortably long time, before Thrain finally grumbled under his breath and spoke, all the while keeping his eyes on his daughter. “I won’t apologize for ensuring the future of my bloodline.” Dis made a low growling sound, and Thrain scowled at her. “However, that being said--” He shifted in his chair, making the wood creak alarmingly. “I could have gone about it better.”

His eyes finally shifted to meet Bilba’s, as if daring her to do…something.

Bilba, in turn, could only stare back at him in confusion. Was that an apology? She was fairly sure it was an apology. Was she…was she supposed to accept it? Would it seem patronizing if she did? If she didn’t, would he take it as an insult?

She clenched her hands tighter and tried to ignore how hard her heart was beating. She swallowed. “I’m sure you’ll be happy to know the doctor found nothing wrong, Your Majesty.” She opened her mouth to speak again, shut it and then, without thinking, shot a pleading look at Dis.

“There,” Dis said, churlishly. “You see? Now you can relax and get it through your head that she’s barely been here a month! She could have been pregnant, and probably wouldn’t have started to suspect for another month.”

Thrain’s eyes narrowed. “Did the doctor check for a pregnancy?”

“She did,” Bilba said quickly. “I’m not.”

Obviously. Cold washed over her at the thought of them finding out that she and Thorin hadn’t consummated. She didn’t want to imagine how the king would react to that.

“Great, questions answered.” Dis stalked over, grabbed Bilba by the hand and pulled her toward the door. “We’ll be leaving now.”

“I will see you for dinner,” Thrain called out. “And all family meals from now on, I presume?”

His tone of voice suggested he was not presuming but ordering. Bilba stumbled to a stop. “I –” she stammered. “I don’t – I just – it’d be awkward…wouldn’t it?”

“Awkward?” Thrain repeated, voice sharp. “In what way?”

“Well--” Crap, if only her mind would stop racing and she could take a second to think, and process what was happening. Everything was just moving so fast. “With Kyra,” she managed to get out. “With both of us there--”

She cut off, unsure of what else to say, and far too terrified to try. Kyra was the family favorite. The childhood friend and maligned ex-fiancée. Bilba was just the interloper. Thrain’s eyebrows drew together and Bilba tensed, prepared to withstand a tongue lashing for daring to say anything against Erebor’s apparent darling.

Thrain slapped a button on his desk, the same one he’d used to summon the guards to take her to the medical center. “Have Ambassador Lundair sent to me at once.”

Oh, Yavanna, Bilba thought, this was so much worse. She’d thought he would just berate her, not summon Kyra. Did he plan to berate her in front of the other woman? Or have Kyra do it? Almost frantic, she looked at Dis, but the other woman was studying her father with a blank expression.

Without warning, she resumed pulling Bilba toward the door. “Let’s go. We don’t need to be here for this.”

Bilba hesitated, but the other woman was ridiculously strong, and easily drew her out into the hallway. As she did, Cerys, Gareth, Ori and the two guards that Bilba assumed belonged to Dis’ detail pushed away from the wall.

“Well?” Ori asked, stepping forward. “How did it go?”

“Fine,” Dis said, voice flat. She frowned back at the door in concern.

“I’m sorry,” Bilba blurted. “I didn’t think--”

“You’re fine.” Dis frowned at her. “You’re a tiny thing, aren’t you?”

Bilba blinked in surprise. “Only in comparison to Ereboreans,” she said without thinking. Granted, Ori was small as well, but she seemed to be the exception, not the rule. Even Dis towered over her, with an intimidating aura that, to this point, Bilba had thought only Thorin and his father possessed. Apparently, it was simply a Durin family trait.

“What’s wrong?” Ori asked, as Dis glanced back toward the door again.

Dis started to answer, only to stop as Kyra appeared from around the corner. The woman’s steps slowed as she caught sight of the veritable crowd in the hall, and a wary look entered her eyes. Bilba focused on the floor and tried to shift her balance so that Gareth blocked her view from the other woman. She was flat out of energy for confrontations for the day, possibly the entire week.

“What’s going on?” Kyra asked as she drew nearer. “The king said he wanted to speak to me.”

“He does.” Dis hesitated. “Do you want me to go in with you?”

Kyra frowned, and then shook her head. “No, that’s quite all right. I’m quite capable of speaking to the king on my own.”

The words were innocuous enough, but Bilba strongly suspected they were directed straight at her. A part of her, a long dormant part, bristled but the rest of her tamped the emotion down. Kyra was hurting, she reminded herself firmly. Hurting, and had all Erebor firmly on her side.

The woman vanished inside the room, and Ori addressed Dis. “What’s that about?”

“Something long overdue, I think,” Dis said slowly. “It won’t be pretty, but it’s necessary. She needs to move on.” She clapped her hands. “And we should too. I don’t think she’d appreciate us being here when she comes out.” She addressed Ori. “You mentioned Bilba needs a new wardrobe, right?”

Ori nodded happily. “Hers is way too small, and it’s not right for the weather. She’ll freeze to death on her first outing.”

Bilba considered telling them she’d already been on her first outing, but then remembered how it had turned out and mentally conceded the point.

“Great.” Dis whirled to face her. “Off to see Dori then, and then the mall to see how much of my brother’s personal finances we can blow through in a single afternoon.”

Bilba’s eyes widened and her mouth gaped. Dis linked her arm around Bilba’s on one side, while Ori repeated the process on the other. “I don’t--” Bilba managed to get out as the women pulled her down the hall, guards in tow behind. “I don’t know if Thorin will like--”

“Thorin will be fine,” Dis said airily, waving the words off with a hand. “And, if he has a problem with it,” here she paused to grin at Bilba. “You just tell him it was my idea.”

Bilba sighed, and gave up. It was clear that Dis and Ori fed off one another and there was no stopping them once they were together and united on an idea.

She did, however, make a mental note to tell Thorin exactly what Dis had said, that all monetary expenses had been his sister’s idea.

Maybe it would lessen how angry he’d be at her after learning she’d gotten Kyra dragged into the king’s office for some reason or another.

One could hope.

***

Kyra stood quietly in front of her bedroom window; eyes fixed on nothing outside.

She couldn’t say how long she’d been there or, even, technically, how she’d gotten back to her rooms. She had little memory past that moment in the king’s office, now branded into her memory.

“From this point on, you will take your meals elsewhere.”

Krya swallowed, her throat dry, and ground her teeth together against a new flood of tears. She’d already cried herself sick, and that had happened only after the anger had been spent. She knew that were she to turn around, it would be to a destroyed room. Every picture torn from the wall, every piece of furniture broken or damaged, the television shattered in pieces on the ground.

“Eating at the royal table is reserved for immediate family.”

The words had cut deep, confirming what she’d already suspected.

She wasn’t considered family, and never had been. Family wouldn’t abandon her the way they had, left her to struggle through her misery and pain on her own. Family wouldn’t have taken the side of the interloper, elevating her to everything that should have been, had been hers.

Family didn’t stand in a hall, gathered around the intruder like a shield she didn’t need, while Kyra was forced to beard the lion in his den, utterly alone.

“Continuing to allow you to dine with us suggests favoritism amongst my ambassadors. It would be…inappropriate.”

Funny, how it had never been inappropriate before.

It was all lies. She wasn’t stupid. She knew what had happened. It was that woman. Kyra knew she should never had stood for the little brat trying to put her in her place on the stairs. The princess had gotten herself a taste of what it felt like to belittle her betters and had promptly decided to do it again.

The memory of the rush of sympathy she’d felt seeing the witch in the ballroom swept over her and Kyra felt physically sick. She’d almost fallen for it. Almost bought into the poor little me act the imp put on when she wanted to manipulate those around her. For all Kyra knew, she’d probably set up the entire thing, known Thorin would be there and she could play on his male ego and desire to protect others.

Well, anyone other than his fiancé that was.

Kyra inhaled sharply and reached up to aggressively scrub at her eyes. The little tramp had them all bewitched, even Thorin, and wasn’t that a disappointment? She’d always thought of him as untouchable, larger than life, and a consummate leader.

Now it turned out he was just as frail as her father had been when he’d been taken in and fooled by that harpy after her mother had died. Kyra’s fingers curled into fists and heat flooded her face. She’d had no power over that, but that didn’t mean she had no power now.

She jerked around and stalked to her untouched computer, shoes crunching across broken glass and bits of plastic. She pulled up the messenger and sneered at the last messages she’d sent, when she’d balked at meeting Gandalf, and instead suggested a more careful, measured approach to fixing what had gone wrong.

It was clear now just how naïve and misguided she’d been. She’d been willing to play nice, and all the while that woman had been putting on the innocent little princess act. Winning over her family, and her friends, and all while she stumbled about in the dark, looking for fair and just ways to restore her life.

Gandalf had claimed he had something to show her, was concerned the Shire princess was a threat of some mankind. He’d suggested there was a reason behind why Shire had been so aggressive about getting rid of her.  

Kyra typed a quick message and hit send. The message bubble popped up, glowing words shining off the screen.

I’ve changed my mind. I’m ready to meet.

The response was quick, and Kyra felt a surge of gratitude that at least someone prioritized her.

Excellent. I have much to tell you.

Kyra smiled. Time to find out who the Princess of Shire really was.

Perhaps then Thorin’s eyes would finally be opened, and he’d see the little tart for what she was.

When that day came Kyra expected an apology.

A long one.

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[yandere-wishes]

Twisted Wonderland Ocs!

Genie: *Appears on stage* EEEYYY here we are with our new twisted wonderland yandere OCS

Beloveds: *Forced clapping* get help (no Genie this is not a marvel reference!!)  seriously just go get help. 

Genie: Before we start please note that all characters here, other than the two bachelors are not blood-related by any means. They do however share a surname. It's one that they came up with themselves. As well as sharing the characteristic of hyena ears. Without further, a dew lets meet our lovely bachelors and bachelorette!

Name: Luna Annamaria Carnivora Vivica Jessica Bucchi

Nicknames: Lun (everyone), Viv (Banzi) big sis (everyone), Jessie (Me) my dear (Leona).

Dorm: Savanclaw

Year: 3rd year

Twisted from: Shenzi from Lion King

Age: 20

DOB: November 18

Physical Appearance (I do not have a picture for them yet, so if anyone is up to draw them that would be great!) 

Luna has dark brown skin, usually littered with cuts and bruises. It's not rare to see her with a multitude of bandages and gazes covering up recent wounds. Large downturned grey/blue eyes with long lashes. She has a mole next to her left eye. Her raven-colored hair is straight and long, reaching and curling at past her lower back. Her bangs normally reach to slightly above her eyebrows. Her, built is rather lanky due to not receiving enough food on a daily bases. Her fingers are long with nails being covered as sharp claws able to cut skin. There is a slight limp in her right leg. 

Story

Luna was born into a middle-class family, with a father working as an architect and a housewife mother. Her childhood was typically a happy and normal one. Around the time she was thirteen her father was fired for an unknown reason, though it's highly suspected that he was selling information to another company. This left the family with a lot of debuts and no means of paying them. Seeing no other solution, Luna's mother sent her off to live with her aunt. Despite being a kind and even motherly figure to the young girl, Luna and her aunt never really saw eye to eye. Her aunt pushed her to seek a higher form of education, pushing her to her limits to get a multitude of different scholarships. By fourteen, she had an athletic scholarship to the top private academy of the pride lands (or where ever it is the savanclaw people come form). However as time went on, the young girl began to note a shift in her aunt's mood. The once lively women became reserved and almost shut off from the world around her. She seemed to be in her own universe, this lead to Luna having to take up almost all chores around the house. A few months later Luna overheard her aunt on the phone with her parents. Her aunt begged them to and collect luna, in which they declined, saying that they could not take care of another person. This broke Luna's heart and it's around this time that she began to neglect her studies and sneak out at nights. On one of her nightly escapes, she encountered two boys about the same age as her, named Brazium and Elysium  They were planning on sneaking into a club to do some pickpocketing. Intrigued the young girl hatched a plan to get them in. They later split their earings amongst themselves. This became a routine for the trio, hitting different bars and sometimes even school events at Luna's school. It was one of these nights that Luna came home to find polices at her aunt's house. The policemen told her that her aunt had overdosed on anti-depression and was found dead mere hours ago. Being/feeling abandoned for the second time, Luna took matters into her own hands. She was able to use whatever money her aunt had left to buy a small house in "the outlands" deciding she needed a pack to survive she invited Brazium and Elysium  to come live with her, they both obliged. For the next three years, the trio lived in the outlands, having become a sort of ruling family amongst the other residents. 

Personality 

Luna is rather bossy and snarky, usually following a "agree with me or suffer" kind of manner. She is extremely sarcastic and at times dramatic, facing any problem or opponent with an eye roll and comment. She is rather independent and never likes being told what to do. All this being said she is extremely possessive of anything she has, fearing that it will be taken from her. 

HC

She can play the piano as an angel

got into night raven due to being friends with Leona kingscholar

Was given a scholarship to med school, which she turned down for Night Raven. 

Could kill you with her glare

Has enough sarcasm to go toe to toe with Leona

Prefers to negotiate before starting a fight. 

Leona is her closest friend and she considers her a brother like the rest of her "siblings"

Is on bad terms with Lionel (see @edda-blattfe) 

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Name: Brazium Corbin Atilla Bucchi

Nicknames: *Insert degrading nickname here* (Leona and Luna), chalk eyes (Ruggie)  brain cell number 2 (Ruggie and Elysium )  the family screw up (everyone) Banz (Me) 

Dorm: Savanclaw

Year: 2nd year

Twisted from:  Banzai from Lion King

Age: 19

DOB: April 4th 

Physical Appearance (again still no picture)

Brazium has caramel-colored skin with a spinal cord tattoo over his actual spinal cord (Genie what the hell do you come up with?). His hair is a dark shadow like grey color, that is never kept properly and is always sticking in every direction. He usually wears heavy eye showdown around his teel eyes. His tongue and has a piercing which he gave himself using his father's tools when he was about thirteen. 

 Story 

Brazium and his younger twin Elysium were born into a rather poor family. Their dad owned a tattoo and piercing shop. Their mother was a nurse before she hopped out of the family. From a young age, the brothers learned to operate their father's tools and run the shop, they also learned how to steal and fight as another means of survival. Their dad did try raising them right and making sure they had a good education. by fourteen the boys had taken up pickpocketing in bars and a private school, thanks to their new friend luna. One night the boys were woken in the middle of the night to the police asking them to come over to the station. There they were shown a corps and asked if they recognized it. They did, seeing as how the corpse was their father's. The policeman told them that he had been hit by a car and that they were not able to find the driver. The boys later learned that it had been an aristocrat and that she'd been able to get away with it due to her hight nobility. After hearing the news Luna approached the two boys and asked if they wanted to move in with her. They agreed and for three years they lived as a family. Later on thanks to Elysium  another member would be added to them. 

Personality 

Brazium is short-tempered, aggressive and gluttonous. He mostly thinks with his fists and is quick to start fights. He will downright insult anyone going so far as to threaten them over measly things, such as pitty arguments. He is constantly complaining about one thing or another and has yet to answer the question "how are you" with a pleasant response. With all this said he does have a loving and joking sideshow only yo his family. When Ruggi was younger Brazium would always take him outside and find a means of entertaining him. He has the utmost respect for Shanzi and belives her to be the brains of the family. 

HC

He's great at boxing and martial arts, going toe to toe with Leona

He is a genius when it comes to languages 

He's fluent in pig-Latin, English, Swahili, French, Spanish, German and Japanese.

Was the first out of the four Bucchi siblings to ask about Leona's scar

Will do anything and everything for his family (Leona included) 

Is very superstitious

He loves slushies

got into night raven due to being friends with Leona kingscholar

does surprisingly well in potion making and has gained a bit of Divus’s respect

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Name: Elysium (El) Zayne Hani Bucchi

Nicknames: El (Everyone)  giggles (Ruggie) brian cell number one (Leona and Luna)

Dorm: Savanclaw

Year: 2nd year

Twisted from:  Ed from Lion King

Age: 19

DOB: April 4th

Physical Appearance (no picture)

El is typically described as having gentle features in contrast to his brother's rough appearance. His hair is practically as long as his sister's. Despite keeping his grey hair in a high ponytail there are still thin strands around his face. His skin is also a caramel-like color much like his brothers. He has two wing tattoos on both his shoulders along with a multitude of ear piercings. His eyes are lean and a lighter teal shade than his brothers.

Story

Elysium and his older twin Brazium were born into a rather poor family. Their dad owned a tattoo and piercing shop. Their mother was a nurse before she hopped out of the family. From a young age, the brothers learned to operate their father's tools and run the shop, they also learned how to steal and fight as another means of survival. Their dad did try raising them right and making sure they had a good education. by fourteen the boys had taken up pickpocketing in bars and a private school, thanks to their new friend Luna. One night the boys were woken in the middle of the night to the police asking them to come over to the station. There they were shown a corps and asked if they recognized it. They did, seeing as how the corpse was their father's. The policeman told them that he had been hit by a car and that they were not able to find the driver. The boys later learned that it had been an aristocrat and that she'd been able to get away with it due to her hight nobility. After hearing the news Luna approached the two boys and asked if they wanted to move in with her. One day while Elysium was walking around the outlands he spotted a young boy covered in blood. Murders were something normal in the area. El didn't think too much of it and tried to walk away, only to have the small boy follow him. He soon gave up and picked the kid and went home. Brazium and Luna weren't too happy with this but soon came to love the baby as one of their won. El took care of Ruggie the most since Shenzi usually had to work part-time jobs and Braziumwas in charge of meal prep and house chores. All was well until freaking Brazium lost Ruggie! (Genie: Banz how the hell does one lose a seven-year-old??!! Brazium: *shrugs and goes back to drinking his slushie*) It all turned out well in the end where they sorta ended up adopting Leona as well.

HC

El has a disability which prevents him from properly talking

This, however, doesn't stop him from having a keen eye and being able to solve certain problems quickly

He and Brazium tend to fight a lot, it's usually up to Luna and Ruggi to split them up. While Leona cheers them on from the couch or wherever.

I Sorta want to go sci-fi on him and give him a voice box or something IDK

Is secretly Ruggie's favorite sibling

Despite not being the most violent out of the Bucchi family he gets rather aggressive around the lions, blaming them for his father's death and Leona's suffering

Refuses to call Leona a Kingschola and insists that he is a Bucchi

Has received nothing but A in Ashton’s class

 His best friend in Night Raven is Kalim

Genie: Well that wraps but our show for tonight ladies and gentlemen! Their yandere personalities will be released at a later date, after the last "member" of the family is finished! Also a huge thanks to @edda-blattfe for helping me with all of this, love you lots darling!

Beloveds: No more, please no more! Go back to being a normal yandere blog, please. We will pay you to stop with the Twisted wonderland ocs! 

[kyogre-blue]

Nanowrimo, day 25 (wc 1139)

Scheherazade’s eyebrows continued to climb as Alibaba spoke, explaining the entire story from his perspective. Amon, Sinbad, Yunan, even Valefor -- and especially Yunan’s hypothesis. Once he had finished, the High Priestess remained silent for a long time. Her eyes, which had opened during the retelling, looked into the distance as she thought over everything she had heard. 

Alibaba waited nervously, his hands clasped together tightly in his lap. 

“I understand Yunan’s reasoning,” she said, breaking the silence. “There is no magic for traveling through time. The Great Flow contains memories, but it can only move ever onward. Even something like seeing the future is impossible, much less physically traveling to the past. There are simply no commands you could give to the rukh to achieve this effect. Compared to that, other dimensions do exist and traveling to them should be possible..."

"But it would be hard to do, right?" Alibaba guessed from her tone. 

Scheherazade nodded. "Dungeons are a special case. I can use all types of rukh, but I don't know what formula might allow you to travel to another world. But... it's the only logical possibility for what you're saying occurred."

In other words... "You don't know how I can get back either." 

"It is not a magic of the modern age," Scheherazade said. Her expression was painfully sympathetic. Faced with a girl even younger than Aladdin, Alibaba didn't have the heart to blame her for something that was in no way her fault. With a heavy sigh, he hung his head. 

Was it really impossible? 

He still hadn't been able to fulfill his promise to Aladdin, and Ahbmad had made such a mess of Balbadd. Even if Alibaba had run away, even if he was unfit as a king, he still couldn't just leave his country in such a state. He had to get back. 

Surely if he had come to the past somehow, there had to be a way to return as well. 

"If only I could ask Amon," he muttered. 

The fire djinn had been able to open a new gate back from his dungeon. If anyone would know something, it would surely be Amon. 

"Ah," Scheherazade made a soft sound, drawing Alibaba out of his thoughts. She smiled, her eyes making happy crescents. "Now that I can provide. May I see your metal vessel?" 

Pulling Amon’s dagger out of his sash, Alibaba held it out to her across the low table between them -- respectfully, with both hands. But when Scheherazade reached out one small, thin hand, she didn’t pick up the dagger. Her fingers only lightly touched the surface of the sheath, making the eight point seal on it shine brightly. 

Something big and blue and completely impossible rose out of the metal vessel. 

Ugo -- Alibaba thought instinctively, remembering Aladdin’s friend inside the metal flute. But it wasn’t. It was another djinn altogether. 

“Greetings, magi,” Amon greeted Scheherazade respectfully. He bowed down from where his head had nearly brushed the ceiling of the hall, shrinking and looming over the two humans. Scheherazade inclined her head in acknowledgement. 

“Amon! You’re here!” Alibaba exclaimed in surprise. “But... how?” 

“Is that not obvious?” Amon sighed, sounding just as displeased as Alibaba remembered. “I have always been in the metal vessel that connects us.” One giant, long-nailed finger pointed to the dagger. “And now, with the magi’s power, I am able to temporarily take form again.” 

“Magi? Like Aladdin?” Alibaba repeated, glancing at Scheherazade, who smiled and nodded. “Wait. Yunan said he’s a magi too, didn’t he? Then why didn’t he just--?!” 

If it was a magi's ability to bring out a djinn like this, then why didn't Yunan just bring out Amon himself, when he interrogated Alibaba back in Partevia? Speaking to Amon should have been the solution from the start! 

There was a strange twist at the corner of Scheherazade's mouth, both sympathetic and amused. "I also do not understand that person's motivations at all," she admitted. "Even after two hundred years, he is still a mystery to me. Maybe he wanted to see what you would do..."

T-two hundred years....? 

Forget it.  

With a heavy sigh, Alibaba, who had jumped to his feet in surprise, dropped back down onto the divan. 

More importantly... Suddenly very stiff in his seat, Alibaba snuck a glance up at Amon. Did the djinn remember the whole business with using his great power for food delivery? Amon looked down at him with a deeply judgemental look. He remembered. Alibaba looked away quickly, sweat pouring down his back. 

“Amon, do you know anything more than what Sir Alibaba remembers?” Scheherazade asked. “Is that really what happened?” 

“Indeed,” Amon replied, stroking his white beard thoughtfully. “My last memory is also of sending him, Lord Aladdin, and the Red Lion girl out of my dungeon, after someone had tried to close the gate from the other side. But I can’t imagine why this outcome occurred. The gate I created was perfectly functional. At most, it might have separated them, or landed them somewhere other than the original location.” 

“Does, does that mean... you don’t know what happened either?” Alibaba wondered, staring at the djinn in mounting horror. 

“That is the case,” Amon admitted. “...My apologies.” 

“So you... can’t send me back?!” 

“I cannot.” 

“B... but...” Slowly, Alibaba shook his head. “Why?! Can’t you at least try?” 

As a djinn of decorum, Amon did not lose his composure easily, and even in this situation, he remained stoically calm. But his contrision was obvious, as he closed his eyes and remained silent for a long moment. 

“I will not,” he said quietly but firmly. “The connection between Alma Torran and this world is a special case. The two are inherently linked by the dungeon system and their shared past. And even then, only Uraltago and the Sacred Palace could create something like that. Another dimension entirely? It would take the power equal to the rukh of every living being to rip open a path in the first place, and there is no telling where you would end up. The chance of it being the dimension we came from is just too small.” 

Several emotions flashed across Alibaba’s face, each one strong and only half-formed as he tried to reject what he was being told. 

Blankly, he looked between Scheherazade and Amon, but there was nothing else either of them could say. 

“Then... what am I supposed to do?” 

There was no answer. 

Amon’s form scattered back into rukh and vanished as Alibaba’s hands clenched around his metal vessel. He stood abruptly, making the divan skitter back with a loud groan. Scheherazade raised her hand, only to hesitate before reaching out, her expression still that same look of painful sympathy. 

Without another word, Alibaba turned and fled, ignoring the protests of the guards outside. 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #239

i just want to sincerely apologize if my surveys take a negative nosedive again. i know this one’s kinda grim and i don’t want to make that a routine, but things are just rough right now and i’m not gonna lie on a survey, y’know.

Do you know anyone who works at McDonald’s? Not that I'm aware of. Do you know anyone who plays heaps of sports? Probably through school. Have you ever been suspended from school? No. Where do your cousins live? Aaaaaaall over the U.S. Have you met any of your second cousins? Possibly at some point? Do you like the All-American Rejects? I like "Move Along" and "It Ends Tonight" is good, but that's all off the top of my head. Oh wait, of course there's "Gives You Hell." When was the last time you wore a skirt? WOW I have ZERO clue. Probably not since elementary years. Have you ever finished a whole video game? Plenty. If so, which one(s)? There are way too many. Do you know anyone with a pet snake? Me, Sara, probably others. Which one of your friends has great music taste? Sara. Was the last person you hung out with single? That would be my young niece and nephew... so yeah. Have you ever attended a private school? I'm a private college now. Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? No, thank Christ. Have you ever cooked for anyone other than yourself? I made breakfast for Sara once. If your phone has a hole for phone charms, is it on the left or right side? I don't have one. Would you rather live in the city, the suburbs, or the rural area? Kinda like... suburban mixed with rural. I don't wanna be totally isolated, particularly away from necessary stores and such, but I also do NOT wanna be swarmed by people. Maybe like a loose neighborhood in the woods outside a small town? Do you know someone who is really ambidextrous? Sara. Did you use a pencil today? No. Are you adopted? Nope. Have you ever had your car break down on you? Never when I've driven, not that that's been much. With Mom, yes. Dad, idr. Jason's prom night, yeah; his truck broke down otw home at a stop light. Oof. Who was the last person that cried in your presence? My mom. It's the worst. When was the last time you ate at your favorite restaurant? Oh wow, probably not since my last birthday. What was the last thing someone gave you? A close family friend/my former teacher lent me a $20 just in case I needed anything while my mom was up in NY. Can you write your name in a foreign language? My first name (at least) is the same in German; even though "y" doesn't exist in the language, I guess it does for foreign names?? Idk about my last name. Who is the person you often go to for venting? Sara. Do you keep an actual journal or diary? No, not anymore. I did briefly when I had that WILD and totally random Jason obsession episode, but once I came off that godawful medicine and I went back to normal, I deleted it. Have you ever been prescribed Vicodin? That sounds very familiar... Maybe? Perhaps that's what was prescribed after my surgery? Have you ever cheated on someone without them finding out about it? Well considering I've never cheated and never would, I can't answer this. Was the last person you kissed male or female? Female. Who were you with the last time you went swimming? Colleen, at the beach. Does your dining table currently have place mats on it? No; we don't even eat at it. What was the last thing you cooked in an oven? I myself have literally never used an oven. I'm scared to. Oh wait, yeah I have... on some occasions where Mom needed me to put something in there or take something out, but idr what. But boy and I can tell you without memory that I was jumpy as hell about it. Is it hard for you to be “just friends” with the opposite sex? No. It's difficult for me to like-like people, especially men when you consider I'm generally afraid of them, on top of I'm just paranoid and don't trust easily. Do you prefer wheat or white bread? Wheat. Do you have an electric toothbrush? No, but coincidentally, I actually have that on my Christmas wishlist. Have you ever had an “exotic” or “abnormal” pet? Do you consider a Chinese water dragon "exotic?" Then I have a ball python morph. Have you ever eaten lobster? No, and considering crab is nauseating, I doubt lobster would be too different. What is your grade point average (if you’re still in school)? I don't know right now and don't know where to find it. Have you ever played croquet? Oh yeah. My sisters and I LOVED that shit as kids. Who was the last person you called? Dad. Have you ever watched Ghostbusters? No, believe it or not. When was the last time you drew a picture? Yikes... been a while. Not since I started a concept drawing of encompassing a panic attack in a meerkat form, as I tend to do. I haven't touched it in months. It's right on the second shelf of the table beside me, so... my only remaining excuse as to not finish it is that the paper is horribly wrinkled now. Are you happy? Not exactly. Should you be doing something now? I could be doing the practice exam work my math professor gave us all considering it's extra credit, but. Yeah. I'm absolutely awful at math and barely passing but I don't exactly need another stressor right now. Is there a smoke detector on every floor of your house? We only have one floor. What was the last kind of soup you ate? I tried vegetable soup anyway when I got my tongue pierced because I literally could not eat solids for over a week, but I'm a picky asshole who didn't like it so wasted the can. I had to survive almost exclusively on meal replacement shakes and popsicles. Warning from the wise: you want your tongue pierced? You better fucking want it bad because healing is a P R O C E S S. Or at least mine was, having to get it re-done and all... Have you ever had to do a class in summer school? No. Have you ever went a year without getting your hair cut? I don't think a year... but maybe? Do you think you could go a week without sugar? Considering sugar is in like... EVERYTHING, probably no? Would you be willing to go one day each week without meat? I don't really pay attention, but I probably already do. I'd like to eat as little meat as possible. Hell, I wish I could go full-on vegan. Do you feel comfortable telling people how much you weigh? NO. Do you have any talents that your friends don’t know about? No. Are you any good at sewing? Never tried, not interested. Has anyone ever interviewed you about one of your hobbies/talents? No. Would you ever consider experimenting with drugs? Marijuana for medical purposes if I didn't have to smoke it. I'm not smoking anything, I don't care what it is. What’s been tugging on your heart lately? I guess life in general. Mortality, death. Teddy died in my arms, I saw my grandmother physically ravaged by cancer, and just life hasn't been the kindest lately. I've been thinking about how time just flies, how every moment should be cherished even though it's so fucking hard, and just yeah. I don't wanna go down this rabbit hole. Are you comfortable with who you are? Have you accepted who you are? I don't know dude I shouldn't be taking a survey during like an existential crisis lol. What is the last thing you did that made you feel guilty? Decided to get some really unhealthy fries with my dinner. Would you have sex with the last person you texted? It's not a matter of "would," I want to. I may have already, I don't really know what separates foreplay from lesbian sex. Do you consider weed, marijuana, pot, etc. a drug? This isn't even an argument anymore, it's fact. It's a mind-altering substance. "Drug" does not always equate to bad, either. Are you planning on kissing anyone tomorrow evening? It'd be nice. Do you require a lot of private time? Oh yeah, but way less than I used to. I get depressed if I'm alone for too long now. Have you ever done something humiliating while drunk? N/A What is your favorite classic Disney movie? The Lion King. Do you like looking at old photographs? Yeah, usually. Do you enjoy puzzles? Yeah. Do you prefer painting or drawing? Drawing by a long shot. I'm taking a painting course this upcoming semester though, so hopefully that'll up my skill and thus enjoyment of it. Do you ever wear high heels? No, I don't have a reason to. Do you use belts? No, considering I never wear anything with belt loops. When was the last time you played Uno? Oh my fucking god, it's been forever, thankfully. When I lived with Colleen, as did her younger sister, we played Uno a lot, and then, AND THEN, came the night Chelsea dyed my hair red. Mind you, the ONLY TIME dyeing my hair had been truly successful and long-lasting. The process took hours, and we played Uno round after Uno round... and now I literally hate it. What do you like better, kiwis or pineapple? Oh man, I love both, but I gotta say kiwi. Are you trying to grow out your hair? No, I actually need to cute it again. What is your favorite perfume/body spray/cologne? Don't have one, really. Have you ever wanted to try karate? Not seriously. How often do you drink water? Ah yikes... I really fell out of my regular habit of drinking multiple bottles daily. Do you ever wear headbands? No. How many video games do you own? A lot. There's like a huge CD case in a living room drawer full of them. I've been considering making an EBay or something to sell a shitload of them as I'm sure a lot are actually pretty valuable now, but I think a lot about how I want to pass them down to my current and possibly future nieces and nephews when they get to a certain age to figure video games out or even have a console that can play PS1-PS3. Have you ever been to a casino? If so, which one(s)? No. What’s your favorite suburb in the city you live in? Why would you... name that on the Internet...? Besides that even, I pay no attention to suburbs' names I happen to pass. Have you ever visited a sex shop? No. I don't know if I could ever muster up the courage to even go in one. I'm the type that would just order online. What’s your favorite place to get pizza? I'm a basic Domino's bitch. How many times have you been to the beach? Multiple, but not a LOT. I have little reason to ever go, and it's never my idea, that's for sure. Has there ever been a fire inside your house? Tell me the story. Childhood home. Trying the Jiffy Pop popcorn that you make over the stove. Next thing y'know the thing is seriously on fire and we had to use the fire extinguisher. Fuck you, Jiffy Pop, the harbinger of the next fucking idiots moving in setting the entire house on fire thanks to the stove too. Have you ever had a scary encounter with a wild animal? No, besides like bees 'n the like being near me. Have you ever had a spray tan? No. Do you own any sports bras? Where’d you get them from? No, but I'd like at least one. Wouldn't know what to use it for, it's not like I go jogging or anything, but. I think it'd be good to have at least one. Have you ever had sex in a kitchen? No. What’s the most expensive restaurant you’ve ever eaten at? I have zero clu- no wait I'm gonna guess the Italian restaurant we went to on Sara's birthday, but that's just a guess judging by how it was fancy as fuck. Who crosses your mind the most? Sara. Have you ever been on a scavenger hunt? Probably as a kid. Ever been to an auction? No. would you ever get acupuncture? omg no Ever got stitches? At least twice. What is a must have on your french fries? At least some salt. Entirely saltless fries are boring. How do you like your meat cooked…medium rare? well done? Nothing less than medium well. If meat tastes even a little bit beneath lukewarm I can't take that shit. Are there two colors that you just simply despise? Bright yellow and puke-green. What do you usually do with recurring dreams? ... Nothing? What CAN you do? Have you ever been told you were hot by a complete stranger? I don't think someone has used the term "hot," but I know I've been called pretty, at least. Do you want to be single or with someone? I want to be with Sara. It kinda feels like we still are, like no feelings have changed, we're just not "official" anymore and not "bound" to one another. Have you ever had a sleepover with the opposite sex? I actually have twice (or thrice?) platonically with my younger neighbor FOREVER ago. We were still kids. Then there was a big (birthday?) party at my place where Juan stayed the night, and then I believe there was an occasion Girt totally knocked out on the couch so... I guess it turned into a "sleepover?" lmao Who are you closest to in your family? My mom. Who were the last 3 people to text you? Sara, Mom, and my sister. Have you ever dated someone in jail? No, and I wouldn't unless it was for something incredibly stupid or I'm aware was a false charge. What’s a movie you cannot BARE to ever watch again? Nothing's coming off the top of my head. Who got you hooked on the addiction you're addicted to (If you have one)? ... I just connected it all in my head. Jason got me into the Amnesia game. I got into custom stories for it. I was playing one one day. I got stuck. I YouTubed it for help. Guess. Who. I. Fuckin'. Found. This is a revelation; I have discovered the main purpose of my and Jason's relationship. Perhaps things do happen for a reason lmao. Are you a little bit cautious around horses? Do they scare you a bit? Not really, but I wouldn't say I'm in no way cautious. They definitely don't scare me, though. I just respect that they're very powerful animals and I'm not experienced with handling them. Have you ever burnt your tongue like REALLY bad? If so, what on? Yes, on rice that was literally right off the fucking stove lmao. LOOK I didn't know it had JUST come off and I was hungry as fuck but boy did I have REGRETS considering the burn lasted for well over a week, maybe two. Do you think having a sleepover with a guy is theoretically acceptable? Um, yes...????? Do you like to have cake on your birthday? Which kind of cake in mind? Yeah, and red velvet or chocolate frosted, depending on what I'm feeling.

[flavorweight-blog]

Become A WEIGHT TRAINING EXERCISE Lion

This may be the hardest article I've ever had to write, it really is the very first time I've admitted, that I might be getting older. ROB! Yes, we are receiving older but, remember the rest of the sentence...AND BETTER! Most of us remember Mufasa! The solid, brave, protecting, heroic lion from the Lion King. Make without doubt about it Mufasa was The King!! That's right just like Elvis (showing my age group). Mufasa died fighting heroically to safeguard his satisfaction now. I'm not saying it had been age group that was his undoing. BUT who knows, if he had changed his training strategy during the last few years-trained just a little smarter......probably he wouldn't have gone his battle in the gym and had even more in the tank on game time. Could the results have been different??? Ok! back again to real life or at least my edition of it. Tammy Renee my Mufasa (boss, greatest friend, blah blah blah) provides approached me more than once about writing an article designed to help the ageing athlete. That is right, us siblings in Iron are sportsmen. My thoughts were....why would I end up being asked by her? What perform I understand about aging athletes?? I train as i have always.......I'm a global champion! Hello there!! earth to rob..you're 51 years outdated!! You are a mature athlete!!!! WOW!! It dawned on me then ..the things I i did so all night take me forever to accomplish now...BUT that is clearly a different story. We can save that for a different content. GINA - Aging sportsmen? Oh my....Can't we come up with a more correct term politically? lol Rob, haven't you noticed 40 is the new 30, 50 is the new 40? I actually injured my shoulder winning the W.A.B.D.L. Masters Bench Press Globe Championship in 2005. I competed in Bodybuilding in 2006 coming in 4th place in the W.B.F.A Team USA vs the World competition. I thought that easily actually got my conditioning right down to a research and came in shredded I could do some harm in 07. I thought then...am I a bodybuilder really? Is normally that where my interest is? My pal, occasional training partner and incredible powerlifter Phil Davi was in the fitness center working out. He talked me into seeing what I got on the bench that day time. Now I hadn't benched weighty in a long time. To say my initiatives were sloppy would be an understatement. However I did so max out in the 455lb range somewhere. For those of you at home and especially us Mufasa types....PLEASE don't get a max out from the crystal clear blue and wonder why you obtain injured. Some people are slow learners just. Phil checked out the existing world records in the alphabet soup of powerlifting agencies and discovered with some schooling, I would be right there and perhaps able to break a global record or 2 in the bench press for my generation and weight course. I actually asked my good friend, fellow article writer, fitness model, fitness competitor, amount competitor, fitness center owner, fitness expert of the entire year, one of the hottest Mothers and hottest women on the planet........drum roll.......... Gina Ostarly what she thought which was her response: "I am 99.9 % sure you ALREADY 'know" the answer...so this is just a 2nd thumbs up...I think.....I always go with my interest....whats in my heart...sounds like yours is in power lifting....always has been...As long as your 2005 injury is healed and can not hinder you...go for the record! The only reason I've not made it back to fitness .....is because my body won't allow it all...We keep getting harm...hell getting old...haha...but, I have not given up....in the suggest time I will be the very best figure competitor I could be.... From the source want Gina how may i not listen. Okay...that I understand now, I am growing older let's implement a few of our fresh found knowledge, in my own quest to set the 50 to 54 age course 220 lb pounds class bench press world record. My recuperative skills are not what they were in the past. I've had to create this concession to age group already. So over-teaching is a large issue around babyboomers. I have been guilty of the especially, In my over zealousness to earn championships, break information, play soccer or what have you I want to go obtain it and throw caution to the wind just. Well, after a torn hamstring, torn bicep, ligament harm in both ankles, sore knees and over all everyday aches and pains. Training: Okay hear we go. People talk to me on a regular basis if I reside in the fitness center or how many hours a day time do I workout?? There is a period when I would train with weights 6 days weekly and do cardio 6 or seven days a week. that was a couple of years ago. The cardio part especially, that was more for sports activities than for appearances. once I used powerlifting I think my just cardio was operating from the couch to the refrigerator. (Gina) Rob, people talk to me the same issue or make the assumption, " all day long must be educated by you, everyday." Well, my secret is CONSISTENCY, as time passes. Its not really about how much you do "this week" or "this month" Getting and residing in form is a prolonged dedication. Its doesn't imply killing yourself all night in the gym, it about creating stability and living realistically. Training 2-3 days weekly CONSISTENTLY will yield a better result in a calendar year than somebody who works out everyday for a week skips 3, functions how hard direct for 3 weeks.....drops off the true face of the planet earth for 2 months....etc....You get my point. My teaching had remained the same for several years basically. Pushes on Mon & Wed - ie.. chest, shoulders, tri's & abs Pulls on Tues & Fri - ie.. back again, bi's and obliques Legs & lower back again on Wed & Sat - Wed will be more squat oriented . Sat will be more deadlift oriented Based on what We was training designed for my weights might vary but also for the the majority of part the scheme was the same. As I stated cardio was as required. EASILY was trying to accomplish something where I needed to move actually. I would run or play basketball. EASILY was training for something where movement wasn't a concern...believe me I wouldn't move. The heaviest I've ever weighed was 277 in 2003. Breathing was a problem, my ex said during the night I snored like a rhino in high temperature. When breathing becomes a nagging problem it may be time to go back to the drawing board. That is while you are still able to draw.....My blood pressure I'm sure was sky high....never had it checked. I was the epitome of the ostrich strategy. Keep my head in the sand and what I don't know won't harm me. Training Mufasa: Ok! For us old lions...what can be done? Get yourself a physical: That's right! First factor head to your Doctor get a complete check-up and make sure that finely tuned or at least soon to be finely tuned machine is ready to go. Shed a few pounds: For the majority of us that is probably the first plan of action. Help to make it less complicated on those muscle tissues and joints (not to mention your mate) and drop a few. In case you are still fighting trim you get yourself a gold star here but I'd like a notice from your own significant other, just in case you're filled with it. Do cardio: I've dropped from an average fat of approx. 265 to now even more in the 225lb range. My heart, my joints, my blood pressure and my puppy Hank (the rhino in heat noises musta taken there toll) are thankful. Although I significantly changed my diet to get right down to 215 for the BB contest. I have since been eating a complete lot more but daily cardio sessions have kept my weight down. Not to mention again the primary muscle, my center (yes I have one) is appreciative. So for all of us Mufasa's cardio is crucial. Listen to the body: Train together with your mind, not over it. No, that can be done over head presses still. Just use common sense in your workout routines. Pass feel whether it's there and you feel like lifting a little heavier go for it. If not. listen to your body. Cool off the heavier weights for a good work out or 2. Don't pressure it! Consider shorter rest periods and go just a little lighter. There are way's of keeping your workout strength without setting world or also personal records. Go for QUALITY not Volume, and yes Rob, always pay attention to your body! Great suggestions. There are therefore many variants of you skill when exercising. Hardly ever feel like you need to "force thru it." Dealing with the big headed attitude could have you pushing for the LAST TIME! Don't overtrain: As I mentioned earlier. I was and at times am still, a habitual overtrainer. This correlates with the above directly. Listen to the body. Over teaching at this stage of the overall game, is more detrimental than when we are younger. As a young child we can get away with a little more. Today all we're gonna obtain is a severe limp and some catabolism on top of that. Seriously, this is not a joke. DO NOT OVERTRAIN. For the majority of us, three resistance training sessions weekly should fill up the bill. Use the K.We.S.S. (keep it basic stupid) in your workouts. Work each muscle mass group once a week. Nutrition: Nourishment is up to 80% of the battle. Breakfast is either the most or second most important meal of the full day. Your post workout meal is definitely it's competition. Be sure to eat protein with each meal. Start your day a good hearty breakfast. This gets the machine which is certainly you in movement. Look at the body as a furnace, you should gasoline it to maintain it burning properly. Obtain it started very first thing each morning (breakfast) and maintain fueling it every 3 hours. Look at a fire, you don't throw all of the logs on simultaneously. Throw a log in at even intervals and it will burn efficiently. Throw them all in simultaneously (supper) and it'll smother and fail. Avoid the All-American meal program. The coffee is known by you and a doughnut for breakfast, more espresso and a Hostess cake off the roach trainer for break period. Deli sandwich, coke and a handbag of chips for lunch. Then devour what ever the heck you may get your hands on for dinner not to mention our 2 Vermont buddies Ben and Jerry or Krispy Kreme (right Gina??) before bed. Post workout beverage: This along with breakfast is very important. Your post workout drink should contain a quality protein drink with some simple carbs (dextrose). More hints You need to take advantage of the window of opportunity right here 30 to 45 min. after your exercise. You body is in an emergency state right here and is preparing to make use of these crucial nutrients. Glucosamine and chondroitin: This have already been a miracle treat for me. Remember they take up to 30 day's to get into your system and don't stop acquiring them once you start to experience better......or back to painsville!!! As you can see a little modification here and there and some common sense is all that is needed!! As Gina so aptly put it " we are getting older but remember all of those other sentence..... AND BETTER"

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We Make the Kingdom - Pt.13

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Pairing: Yongguk x OC Genre: Fantasy, with Angst and Smut to come Summary:  After a vampire attack leaves you almost dead, you are rescued by a group of werelions, powers long thought to be extinct. Upon discovering the same magic flows in your blood, you join their fight against encroaching vampires and another, very human monster, to save the kingdom. A/N: minor violence and mentions of death Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 ,  8, 9(M), 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16(M), 17, 18,  Final

Time does not exist in the absence of light. Without the sun or moon, there are no means to mark how much time passes without Yongguk returning. Time does not exist underground in the cloying darkness that craves to devour anything within its grasp.

          It knows your mind. It feasts on your fears of what is happening to Yongguk, drawing each tortured imagining out like a savored morsel. The stones become scored with your claws and blood as you try to fight the cloud of despair off. Still it comes, wave after wave, bearing down on your will, awaiting your wounded scream of defeat.

          But you are not its usual easy, weakened prey. When your tears dry and your anxieties have whisper themselves hoarse, you close your eyes. You create your own darkness, warm beneath your eyelids. A dark you choose. From its depths, you call for the lioness.

Golden as your animal form’s coat, your power blooms and rises to twine around your mind like a solicitous house cat. You are sorely tempted to sink into it, to wear the confidence-imbibing lioness shape. The chilled collar and itching dried blood on your neck remind you that is impossible.

          You hold on to your power long enough to reach out for the others. Although you cannot talk to them through the connection while human, you can still sense them. They are all here. Restless, scared, and angry, but here. Safe. The wolves are dimmer, brothers of fur but not of pride. They too are all still nearby.

          You must stretch further for Yongguk. You can feel him, his soul as familiar as your own. Yet his emotions, his well-being, are closed off from you as if by the thick castle walls. He too is alive, but he allows you nothing else. It does not surprise you, but his action still causes a wave of guilt. Even now, whatever he is enduring, he is always shielding you.

          Reassured of everyone’s survival, you reluctantly drop your connection. Your power trickles back to its core until it is once again only you, the dark, and the silence but for distant dripping water. Curling on the now cold pallet with your arms wrapped around yourself, you keep your eyes on the door.

          “Come back to me,” you murmur as if your command can summon Yongguk. “Please.”

          The door remains in place, not even flickering torchlight penetrating your cell from beneath it.

Sleep must have managed to steal your mind away because the clanking of keys makes you jolt into a crouch. Within the next second, you recognize Yongguk’s presence. Just behind the door. Relief nearly collapses your knees to the floor again. A burst of apprehension keeps you balanced. What condition will he be in? How cruelly was he mistreated by pampered hands and a corrupted heart?

          The door opens only enough for Yongguk to tumble through and shuts so fast it almost catches his shirt. One of sleeve is torn from his shoulder. It screams of the violence you dreaded. Yongguk remains on his knees, head hanging almost to the floor.

          “Yongguk?” you call softly.

          He lifts his head. Raised red lines score his cheek, but his eyes scare you more. The eyes that look back you are were gold, wild. They are gilded thunderclouds, impenetrable but turbulent with a storm on the brink of snapping free.

          You want to rage and tear at the woman who brought such pain to him. But for his sake, you must be the calm, settling anchor that moors the ship safely home. You edge closer, squatting down to his level, and stop just within reach.

          Yongguk stays still, watching, scrutinizing. Almost as if he cannot place you. He does not move for so long that you begin to fear the very idea of your touch is revolting to him. You hold onto the hope that it is not so. You hope he has not at last been broken like an old carthorse beaten to death.

You take another step closer, saying his name again.

Life flickers back into his face. Yongguk’s voice is hoarse when he says, “I am alright.”

He reaches out touch your cheek. It kills you to not lean into it, but you let him lead. Yongguk will show you what he needs. And you will give it.

“Good.” You hesitate, but cannot help asking, “Did she-”

          “It is over and does not to be told.” Yongguk eases back onto his shins and draws you in.

A faint scent of foreign perfume clings to his shirt. That will not do. You bury your face deeper into his shoulder and mold yourself against him. Soon enough, all traces of the one who stole Yongguk will be banished by your hand.

Small trembles dart beneath his skin under your palms, the only other physical remnants of his ordeal. You hold him tighter still, wishing you could take the burden from him.

“You don’t think she will come for you again?” you ask.

“No. She took what she wanted.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper into his shoulder.

“Do not be.” Yongguk kisses the top of your head. He pushes his fingers into your hair and combs it, just as he has so many nights before. “Anything endured for you is worth the price.”

The door suddenly creaks open again. Someone tosses a small bucket and a shallow plate inside, water sloshing onto the floor. As quickly as it opened, the door slams shut.

“At least we now know our punishment is not total starvation,” Yongguk says dryly.

He lets go of you, picks up the bucket and plate, and walks back to the pallet. You follow. There is nothing left to say. You would die for him and he would die for you. Here, the reality is one of you may have to. It is better not to dwell on.

With an inward sigh, you sit beside Yongguk. Your nose involuntarily wrinkles in distaste. Blue mold covers half of the small loaf of bread in Yongguk’s hand. Your stomach doesn’t have eyes and grumbles even at the stale smell.

Despite everything, Yongguk chuckles at the paradox. He breaks the bread and hands you the larger of the two pieces. “Here.”

You glare at him and the piece he left for himself. It does not even cover his palm. He should know better. “You are bigger than me. You need this more.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Not even gracing his lie with a response, you tear off enough of your piece to make the shares equal. After you pick off the mold, you hold it out. Yongguk tries to push it back to you. You slip your arm from him and put the bread to his mouth.

“I will not eat until you do.”

He stares back and grudgingly accepts the bread. “You can be an unbearably stubborn woman.”

“Only because you will not see to your own health.”

Yongguk does not reply and holds out the bucket for you to take a sip.

Three more meals, if they can be called that, come. Judging from the growing pain from your stomach closing around nothing, they mark at least three days of imprisonment.

For most of it, you sleep, or at least try to. Your collars do not allow for many comfortable positions. Neither you nor Yongguk speak much. Talking of a future that may not exist beyond the next day is too disheartening. Any comforting words are too empty to form in your mouths.

No one else comes to your cell for you, human or were. As far as either of you can tell, none of the other weres have been disturbed. If that is a cause for reassurance or worry, you cannot be sure.

Hyunwoo opens the door on the fourth time. You blink up at him as you stand. Your heart beats harder in apprehension, then faster at the sight of shackles in his hands. Thick and heavy, the links look strong enough to restrain a giant. Foreboding further churns your sickened stomach.

Hyunwoo’s face reveals nothing as he intones, “You are summoned.”

Upon entering the same chamber you were first brought to, the bears separate you and the other lions from the wolves, pushing you into single rows like toy soldiers on display. Except toy soldiers would not be in chains that fall bind your wrists and ankles.

The throne sits empty for now. You glance to the side. Youngjae, who stands beside you, meets your gaze. His face holds the same relief at seeing each other alive again, the same repressed apprehension that will soon change. Youngjae’s eyes fall to your neck and he scowls when he spots the blood there. A quick shake of your head makes him close his mouth. He does not need to know its cause yet.

You stand and stand, but the throne remains empty. Your wrists ache from the too tight manacles. Undoubtedly, this is another dimension of the king’s malice. Drawing out the unknown, wanting to have you quivering in fear of whatever his punishment is. It is a twisted mind to take pleasure from toying with the wild animal caught in the hunter’s steel trap. Yongguk’s words whisper in your head. A weak man will always desire to make others feel powerless and small before him.

He is weak, you forcefully remind yourself when the king strides into the room. His robes are the blinding white of raw silk and a silver sword rests on his hip. They are expensive imitations of those worn by judges when dispensing the justice. The man within cheapens both.

The king eases himself onto the cushioned seat. He meticulously brushes imaginary specks of dirt from his sleeves. Finally, he looks out to all of you. “Welcome.”

Silence returns his greeting.

“Subjects should kneel in the presence of their king.”

Your lips twitch in a scoff you catch just before its realization. Only a fool would expect such a display of respect from people he has brutalized.

The king glowers, though how he could be so surprised is beyond you. He lifts a hand and flicks his fingers downward.

Beside you, Yongguk sinks to his knees with a grunt. You have a moment of alarm and disbelief. Then a hard boot kicks the back of your legs and you too go down. The chain snags beneath you, yanking you off balance. Yongguk’s shoulder catches you. Some of the others are not so lucky. They fall flat or on their sides. The bears behind them offer no assistance, leaving them to lift themselves back upright.

“Better.” The king smiles a crocodile smile. Mirthless. Merciless. “Still feral creatures though, I see.”

A growl builds in your throat in response. If he wants to see an untamed animal, he need only unchain you. Then he will respect tooth and claw.

          Unaware of your contempt, the king continues, “I have decided on your punishment. After it is wrought, you will be sent to your posts once more. Return, and I will bring about the same penalty. There seems to be only one language you beasts understand. Do you not, Hyunwoo?”

          The alpha bear sounds uncertain of the response the king seeks. “Your Majesty?”

          “Never mind. Justice will be swift and final, as Goddess wills it be.” The king pauses, hands lifted and eyes gazing upwards. He lowers them with theatrically deliberateness. “I now pronounce my verdict: one of you traitors will be executed.”

          No. Your heart pounds once, your entire body becoming rigid. You do not even think to be afraid for yourself, your concern immediately flying to the men beside you. You cannot lose any of them. No, he cannot.

          The king draws the sword from its scabbard. Even from the distance, you can see this is no ceremonial blade. Its edge is honed to deadly sharpness and its end is a lethal curve like your own lion’s tooth. This is a sword meant to draw blood.

          “But who shall it be? A wolf? I thought they learned their lesson after I took one of their alphas for their betrayal.” The king glances at the wolves but they stare back, defiant as ever. “There are more wolves to spare, but the lions, the lions are the instigators…. Yes. This time, a lion shall pay.”

The king scans your group, suddenly pointing to Jongup. “That one. Bring him to me.”

          A cacophony of roars erupts from each of your mouths. You lunge towards Jongup, but iron arms lock around your shoulders and those of the others. That does not stop you from thrashing and clawing to get free. You strain against chain and flesh with strength fueled by frantic panic. The king will not take a member of your family. He will not!

Jongup twists himself free of the bear dragging him forward, snarling and lashing out. He kicks and hits some of the bears who converge on him with his chains. It takes three to finally restrain him and pin him to the floor.

The king descends from the dais, raising the sword as he goes. His face is unnervingly detached as if he is not about to murder a man in cold blood.  Fear turns to anger and anger turns to strength. Your cries become louder and struggles more desperate with his every step forward. Even when the king raises the sword high in a death stroke, you cannot stop fighting, furious tears streaking your face.

          “I would not do that if I were you, my love,” a female voice purrs, velvet with practiced seduction in every syllable. “I would be much displeased if any of my toys were damaged.”

          All eyes shoot back to the empty dais, the execution scene miraculously frozen. A woman steps from behind the throne, shadows falling away from her form. Pale skin. Deep wine dress. Black hair. Gold crown. Even before she reveals her face, you know her name. Lamia.

          Hackles rising, you instinctively recoil back, warning growl rumbling from your chest. The king’s sword drops from his hand with an undignified clatter.

          “Now, now,” Lamia tuts, smiling in amusement as the bears abandon you to encircle the king, “that is no way to welcome a lady. I do not expect fanfare yet, but some manners would be welcome.”

          The king brushes aside his guardians. Hands extending, he asks in the trembling voice of an excited child, “Lady Lamia? You have come to me at last, goddess?”

          “Goddess?” Lamia leans down to trace a finger along the king’s cheek. He stands utterly transfixed. “I have been called so before, but I forgot how much the title pleases me. Yes, little king, my time is nigh and I am more a goddess than she who you worship.”

          “You are no god.” Yongguk rises to his feet, his scorn unconcealed. “We know who you truly are. You are a demon, a murderer of children who would cover this land in blood and ruin and eternal night.”

          “Blasphemy!” the king screams, whipping his head away from the vampire. He rushes for his sword.  “How dare you!”

          Lamia steps past the king, putting and arm over his sword arm. “I have infinite patience. I shall deal with this.”

          You scramble to stand as well. Yongguk cannot face her alone, chained or no. Although you may not be of much use as you are equally confined. The other weres remain on their knees, frozen with the vampire queen is finally before them, inside the heart of the Capitol no less.

          Lamia is as strikingly lovely as you remember, but her eyes are darker, almost human brown. The monster has fed recently and well. The thought sends a shudder of revulsion down your back.           She stops a few paces in front of the two of you. Her lips jut forward in a pout, the tips of her pointed teeth disappearing behind lush lips men would want to drown in. Lamia lowers her voice as she says, “Those are harsh words from such a pretty face, lion cub. How can you blame me when their blood is the sweetest? Unspoiled by hardships and age.” She shivers in delight and licks her lips.

          “They should have seen long lives, with many joys to counter the many hardships, but you robbed them of that right,” Yongguk counters. His shoulders quiver, not with fear, but with hatred. You can see the flames of rage in his eyes that are starting to glow.

          “And I will be a thief lord long after your bones rot in the grave.” Lamia’s gaze shifts to you, lighting with recognition. “Oh. My little were-child. We meet again. I had wondered what happened to you when my pets did not return. Pity you did not turn as I hoped.”

          “More the pity I could not stake your heart when I had the chance,” you spit.

          “Ah, yes. An indomitable spirit. You would have made a fine vampire.” She stretches out her hand towards your cheek.

Swiftly sliding away, you throw your chains at her face. They pass right through her as if she were smoke. Confusion immobilizes you. How can you fight against an enemy you cannot harm? How can you win against an enemy you cannot touch? It is unfeasible.

Lamia sends you a sickening smile. She turns to the king. “You see, my dear? The lioness demonstrated for you that I cannot yet grace you with my true physical form. I must depend on this projection of myself. I have one more task for you, one more sacrifice I need for my power to be complete. Do this and I shall ensure you will rule this kingdom for all eternity with abilities no one will ever dare to challenge.”

The king does not hesitate in asking, “What is it?”

          “In three nights’ time, leave the weres outside the city gates for me. Every single wolf, lion and bear. They are to be restrained, but without guards. I will claim them myself before dawn. It is a small favor to ask for such a prize as I offer, is it not?”

          A sliver of uncertainty at last comes onto the king’s face. “But the vampires?”

          “They will trouble you no more after that night. Have I not proven myself to you? Did I not reveal to you that which your gift was blind to? Enhance your abilities with my own?” Lamia moves closer to the king again. Her voice deepens, sweetens, dripping poison into the king’s ear. She gestures to you and the other weres. “See how they set themselves apart? They have no more loyalty to you than the freshly captured stallion does a stable master. You can spare them for me, can you not, my pet?”

          “Your Majesty,” Hyunwoo ventures, speaking for the first time since he came to your cell. He edges nearer, a wary eye fixed on Lamia. “This woman... feels wrong. I think-”

          A resounding smack of skin meeting skin echoes on the stone walls of the room. Hyunwoo’s face snaps to the side. A small bead of blood bubbles up on his cheek from one of the king’s rings.

“You do not think,” the king hisses. “I am the heart and mind of this kingdom. I am the kingdom! I alone do the thinking. I alone decide its fate!”

Eyes aglow with delight of violence, Lamia’s smile deepens as she moves even closer. “And what fate does the king desire? Do you accept my benevolent terms?”

          The ravenous hunger again fills the king’s face. He scans Lamia’s body, but you know it is not her he sees. His eyes are only for the power she dangles in front of him. With a single word, he seals the doom of you, your friends, and the whole kingdom.

          “Yes.”

          Your fingers remain frozen after Minhyuk removes your shackles upon your return to your cells. Numbness fills your chest, your mind. Even the chill of the dungeon cannot draw goosebumps from your skin. You do not know how to feel.

          For one man’s greed, your training, your battles, your very survival, have all become as useless as a headless spear against a charging wild boar. Within three days, you and your family will be dead, slaughtered like bound prey, unable to defend yourselves. The vampires have won. It is over.

          Unexpected warmth envelops your hands. You hadn’t realized you had sat until you look up to see Yongguk kneeling in front of you, rubbing your hands between his. His face is stony but somehow his resilience still survives. You wish you knew his secret; his strength runs so much deeper than yours. Death looms, but it does not consume him as it is you.

          As if reading your thoughts, Yongguk says, “All is not lost yet. There is still hope.” His fingers tenderly knead your skin to ease the ache echoed in the redness around your wrists.

          “How?” you ask thickly. “We are to be delivered to Lamia as pigs are to the butcher. After we are dead, the kingdom is lost. Lamia only promised the king lies; she will kill him too.”

          “She will not, I promise you.” Yongguk moves to your arms, frowning at the cold he finds embedded there. “Trust me, Ness. We will not end here.”

          If there is anyone in this world you trust, it is Yongguk. But you cannot see how he can produce such a miracle when so many obstacles stand between you and freedom.

          You crawl into Yongguk’s chest with a sigh. “I want to believe you.”

          Yongguk’s arms fold around you so you can feel his steady voice rumble in his chest as he says, “Have faith in me then, love. Just be patient and our hour will come.”

          When the cell door opens again, hours later, your nerves are raw. Despite your fatigue, sleep evaded you, what is to come weighing too heavily on your mind.

          Something sweet reaches your nose, distantly familiar but so out of place. A figure slips inside the cell after the scent and you instantly recognize it. The lady is back. This time, however, she made a mistake. There is no warden in front of her with his talisman. She is alone.

          Untangling yourself from Yongguk, you struggle to your feet. “You!”  

          “No.” Yongguk grabs you by your waist as you launch yourself at her, his arms digging into your stomach. “She is here to help us, Ness.”

          Your glaring eyes do not leave the woman standing before you. “How can she be any different from the rest of them when she took advantage of you?”

          “She did not. That was a pretense for the warden. She only took me so we could talk. We are going to-” Yongguk looks to the woman.

She nods and says, “We neutralized the spy spells on the cells when we entered the dungeons. We are safe from being overheard for now.”

“The warden?” he asks.           “Bribed, then sent to sleep so he does not seek a larger reward for betraying us,” she replies, “but we must move quickly if our plan is to succeed. I had wished we would have more time, but we must do what we can with the time that is given us. The council convened in the last hour. They will not stay in session long.”

          You look between the woman and Yongguk. Confusion mixes with irritation at being lost in the conversation. “What plan?”

          “We are going to overthrow the king.”

          Surprise lasts no more than a few seconds before it is replaced by fervid purpose. “How?”

          “I will explain on the way,” Yongguk assures you. “As the princess says, we have not a moment to waste.”

          You stop squirming, startled. “Princess?” you repeat.

          “Princess Hyosung.” She lowers her hood and lifts her hand. A small ball of fire blossoms from her palm.

          With the added light, you at once spot features of the previous king and queen. Her dark hair falls to her shoulders in perfect waves, framing a fair face. Whereas Lamia’s beauty is cold and cutting, the Princess’ is warm and inviting, the kind that inspires genuine love and loyalty.

          “I apologize for the subterfuge I had to employ to meet with your mate,” Princess Hyosung says, dipping her head slightly, “but it was necessary. The king’s spy network is vast and infects nearly every part of the palace. I could not risk our insurrection being discovered.”

          You nod back, still studying her. Yongguk loosens his grip, apparently convinced you will behave yourself. There is tension yet in his body, but you can sense he does trust the princess. If he does, you will try to as well.

          “You speak of rebellion, but the king still owns the bears,” you point out while straightening your clothes. “We are not at our best now. They will prove troublesome to subdue if we challenge the king directly.”

          The princess shakes her head. “I have someone bringing them to our side as we speak and, yes, I am absolutely sure of his loyalty. I gave him the means to make their allegiance guaranteed as well, but before we retrieve the others, let me remove those ghastly collars.”

          Still wary, you put a hand on Yongguk’s chest when he moves forward. “I will go first.”

“I cannot guarantee I can keep the heat from burning you, but I will try.”

“Just do it.” You lift your hair out of the way.

Extinguishing the flame in her hand, the princess places her palms on either side of the collar. You can feel the metal grow hot. The heat licks against your skin, stinging the wounds the collar inflicted, but it does not burn. The princess grips the collar and pulls. It falls away in two pieces in her hands.

“Thank you,” you say politely.

The princess nods and gestures to Yongguk, repeating the process. She has a satisfied smile when she tosses the collar to the side, but her eyes are steel when she looks at both of you. “Now, let us bring what sins my uncle hides in the shadows into the light so the world may see.”

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Kingdom Map, The Keep Map, Weres scale, Were Guide, Were Guide

[ameasureofpower]

Bob Page, Walton Simons & Megan Reed

Doctor Megan Reed knew she had done well. She had dotted her “i”s, crossed her “t”s, and had ran a myriad of tests for the last three years without significant hiccup or fail. The latest results of the last three months trended favorably, leaving her spirits soaring high on the hope that the poisonous Orchid compound had finally blossomed into a cure.

Still, her confidence shakes as she traverses alone down the great, barren hall. Each heeled clack upon the polished, marble floor sounded like a hollow dirge, leading her to believe that she was descending into the maw of a predator’s den rather than ascending towards the most prestigious of Versalife’s high offices.

It must be the smoke, she ponders, batting her thick, painted eyelashes to ward the noxious tendrils away from her pale, almond eyes. The grey plumes slither like serpents through the cool room, and wrap around the wisps of soft, blonde hair that fall from her elegant bun. The air was lighter near the door, but the closer she ventures towards the man with dark red eyes the more she feels its cancerous choke-hold upon her lungs.Bob Page, her beneficiary for the last three years following her abduction was a tall, prim but overall unassuming man. He wore the mask of a robust, young entrepreneur well, but there was a fang to him that set himself apart from her former illustrious employers. Whenever those lips spread to reveal his grin she saw a lion, a wolf, or a fox staring back at her. Perhaps he was all three. Gossip labeled him as a shapeshifter whom hid his aggression behind veils of good manners, poise and the dimmed lights of his windowed office. Another jet of smoke passes through his teeth, and his augmented eyes glow like the butt-end of his half-devoured cigarette. Megan averts her own least her icy blue-greys melt beneath this fiery stare, and clasps her hands before her waist. ‘No. He is a dragon,’ she affirms, holding back a cough when smoke tickles her throat, ‘King of his domain.’“So good to see you, my dear.”So what did that make her?The doctor politely feigns a smile and a bow of her head: a custom she had picked up from the recent influx of far eastern scientists that came to study beneath her. “Thank you, Mist– Bob,” - she nods again, awkwardly, hoping he would not correct her like he usually did - “I hope your flight went well?”“Without a hitch,” the man deliberately responds, holding out a hand to flick the accumulating ash on his cigarette away. “Just like your work! I am pleased to hear of your successes. Congratulations are in due order.” His words ring with pleasure.The joy was something they shared. A genuine smile tugs at the corner of the doctor’s lips, for the dark of the room, the world, love, and her past could not curb her enthusiasm over the thoughts and successes of her work. The Orchid, the master culmination of her life’s accomplishments, was nearing fruition as a saving grace.

“Yes! Yes, it’s all very exciting, and coming together so fast,” she chirps with a cheerful haste. Her hands drop to her sides as she paces just once, her body swept up in her own mirth that she is eager to share. “I hate to be so hasty, but if this good stretch continues I’d be hard pressed to think of anyone in the DEA and WHO, who would turn down its mass production and distribution.” With a face flushed with excitement the doctor looks up and back into those ember-like irises. Her voice softens. “We could change the world with this. Thank you for the opportunity.” The man grins behind his hand, and again Megan’s voice falters. “I know I must sound like a broken record, but…you were the only one brave enough to whether through the storm for a solution to neuropozyne dependency. A lot of people will be thankful for it.”The CEO says nothing, and instead sucks in another polluted breath. The draw is long and deep, and the fire upon the end of his cigarette glows a little hotter for it. The sight reminds Megan how coarse her throat feels, but she does not cough. Not now. Her breath remains light upon her tongue.“Yes,” he finally answers, extinguishing the last of the flames into the crystal tray he kept upon his desk. “No doubt the world will be pining for the cures we are poised to offer them.” Ash falls and he rises from his lean. “We are very proud of you, Megan. You are a true patriot of science and progress if I ever knew one.” The man tosses the roll away, but drags out another only a fraction of a moment later. There is no reprieve before there is a click of a silver lighter and a hiss from a sickly yellow flame. Megan watches with wonder as he drags yet another round of poisonous air deep into the vessels of his lungs. Rolling his tongue against the back of his teeth, watching, he speaks. “I called you here today because I wanted to reward you with a choice…We will not be going public with the Orchid. We have other plans for it.” Glass shatters somewhere in the back of her mind - a residue of wicked memory that continues to haunt her waking dreams. Her eyes alight and grow as wide as mirrors, and her jaw falls a centimeter. “Wait…What do you mean?”“Knowing this, would you like to continue your work, here, with us, or would you rather find another venue of…opportunity?”“You’re…” She blushes, perplexed, her mind scrambling to pick up the shards of composure and thought and failing. “Not release this batch? Oh. Of course…of course. There will be more testing. You’re firing me? I-but I think the results are already very acceptable. We could -” His voice is deep yet rolling, like a thunderclap in the distance. “You’re not listening. It will not be released,” he echoes, setting the newly lit cigarette down affirmatively upon his tray before drawing forward to close the barren expanse beneath them. “It was never intended to be.” The words linger, thick, like the smoke in the air.Her head shakes once from side to side, attempting to physically fling aside her confusion, before bowing it towards an open hand. It aches. Everything suddenly does. She does not notice or care for his advance, nor for the repeat of his question. Not entirely. Her mind overclocks on understanding the mogul’s words over his presence and the choice he presented her with. There was no way Page would completely withhold the much needed salve from the world, she tries to reason, her legs taking instinctive steps back as the smell and shape of him drew ever closer. She could understand selfishness regarding patent (Versalife was a business first, and had its own interests and strategies), but refusing to release the cure at all was -

It was all so uncomfortably familiar.Her hands gesture her discomfort. “You cannot tell me that all this work, this planning, millions of - of dollars just -  how can it not be released,” she gawked, composure breaking as little details from over the years stared to accumulate and paint a picture as ugly as the nightmares that awoke her at night. The transports. The visitors. The nature of extra curricular tests. “Even from a political and business standpoint I - it makes no sense.”“No? For someone who thinks outside of the box you are very naive, Doctor Reed,” he follows up, continuing on his way towards her. Her hands rise instinctively, but her confused gesture of warding amuses him as he knocks them lightly aside. “Very naive.” There is a laugh and a disappointment to his voice.Another step back and she bumps into a form, a heavy mass she most certainly did not pass before on her way into this den. Alarmed, she pulls her arms close to her chest, shielding her core, and whirls to see the dark circled eyes of her security escort peering down at her small, agitated form.  Simons. Her lips mouth the man’s name for him to see. How long had he been there? Why? Her eyes plead for guidance, answers, an escape from this unwanted death of a dream. He offered such so gently and logically when she relied on him before.But now, in her moment of turmoil, Megan finds herself affronted by a passiveness so cold it burns her heart. The man’s lips form a thin line that angles parallel to the slightest tilt of his head.There is a tug upon a strand of her golden hair just behind her ear that whips her back around to the serpent of smoke and fire. A fury of flight or fight wells within the researcher’s gut, bubbling at the sight of the mogul posturing so confidently within arm’s reach. Her words are thus forcefully panted. “No. I can’t…I cannot stand by this,” she demands, fiercely refusing to shrink from his shadow or push herself against the heavy, silent presence behind her. “The work is sound. We have something that will help millions of people now and in the future. I did not come to you to have my work sit on some shelf while others suffer from that lack of it!” So many had already suffered by her active mind yet passive hands.

“Your work?” Page scoffs. The dragon snarls, leans and a steps forward. He is so close that she could see the black pits of his pupils dilate and collide with the rings of machinery - feel his breath upon her brow. “You forget I own it,” he hisses, “I own everything...and the day you signed our contracts I owned you.”  Something changes in the air. Megan can feel it. It was not a chill or a heat or even a sickness permeating the distance between them, though its presence drew the breath from her lungs and made her cheeks grow pale. She had felt it before years ago. Days ago.No. It was always there, she realizes, her eyes focusing on the window just beyond the tycoon’s shoulder. She just refused to see.Her heart flutters as do her eyes. Like butterflies. “Wait,” she gasps, catching the silent exchange between the two. Hands like claws, she screams. “Wait!”But neither men do.

[astraei]

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@shiroganc​, @formerpaladin​ ✦ technically it’s not even a trail of blood and i didn’t answer it really so sorry ;; | i can’t believe this is like 7.6K

                               ( ALL THE KING’S LIONS AND ALL THE KING’S MEN )

                              instinct, inherent, innate, ingrained, inborn, intrinsic

      he told her once that she had the power of the stars at the tips of her claws, buried somewhere in astral metal. all that needed to be done was to find a way to draw it out. he told her once that it was a matter of TESTING LIMITS, PUSHING PAST BOUNDARIES, ERASING THE LINES DRAWN. all that needed to be done was to break the glass ceiling above her head and find her way into the skies above. he told her once that she was a CHILD OF THE STARS, a celestial being that can not be tamed with a WILDERNESS within her chest. all that needed to be done was to summon all the courage she requires and TAKE FLIGHT. he told her once that she could have the UNIVERSE bow before her in homage. all that needed to be done was to show the world what it means to be as DANGEROUSLY BEAUTIFUL as she.

     she is young and yet she is not HOT HEADED or rash, but makes such CALM AND LEVEL HEADED decisions. she is young and yet she is not born with FEAR, but filled with such inquisitive CURIOSITY AND UNDERSTANDING. she is young and yet she is not born HEARTLESS, but filled with such CARE AND COMPASSION. she is young and yet she is not born lifeless, but filled with passion that lives inside her, a fiery nature that burns like the core of supernovas and giant red stars. she is young and yet she is not. she is WISE AS SHE IS FOOLISH. she is AMBITIOUS AS SHE IS HUMBLE. she is GRACEFUL EVEN WHEN SHE STUMBLED. she is young and she is so much more than just a celestial royal that came to be. she is so much more and the power lay within her. and she wanted it, what was hers from the beginning. it was HERS and no one can take it from her. she wanted POWER that was born hers ( not built in like this form ). she wanted to CRACK OPEN the dam and let everything FLOW INTO HER VEINS. perhaps that was why the lioness found herself so drawn to him. 

                                                  A NATURAL BORN LEADER

     underneath cool moonlight they watched the stars above. how they twinkled in the midnight blue skies ( her domain, her kingdom, hers to rule ) and brought such wonder to her eyes. it brings a certain LONGING, a desire to be in the skies and not trapped here ( weighed by gravity ). there is an ache that appears, though briefly, because if there is anything HERE that she can call hers, it was one person. she feels a warmth in her chest that blossoms, a sudden POSSESSIVE thought that she welcomes with eagerness. HERS. though perhaps the best thought came from when he looks at her, a smile reserved just for her, a FONDNESS AND EQUALLY MATCHED ADORATION that makes her smile right back. it is then that the word presses itself even harder, this sudden desire to sink claws in and NEVER LET GO. this galran, this paladin, this EARTHBORN STAR. hers. all hers. and then comes the return thought. HIS. all his.

                                       HE WAS HERS AS MUCH AS SHE WAS HIS 

                so long as they had each other, she can be GROUNDED AND SATISFIED. 

     black did not understand it. did not think it really MATTERED to her either way. she loved these planets that they visited, the people they met, and those strange customs and culture each had to offer. she often eyed the magnificent shrines and temples that were constructed in the names of these GODS, these beings that may or may not exist, but WATCHED OVER these people. but black did not understand this thing called RELIGION. it made no sense to her. this thought of an AFTERLIFE or being CONDEMNED. death was nothing to her, someone as good as IMMORTAL, but if she were to die, black had nothing to fear. her body, mind, and soul, would return to the STARS in which she came from. from the constellation that is missing a star, she will return to it one day and eventually become something else once again. but for now, she was science and logic. 

     everything has a REASON for happening. she believed in all the fields that involve reasoning, mathematics, physics, and science. there was a reason for the rain coming to water crops ( not some god’s blessing or tears ). there was a reason for why the sun rose and set ( not because of a god pulling it by a chariot ). there was a reason for why the moon had its phases ( not because a god was displeased ). there was a reason and it could be proven by scientific means. things that have been studied by those RENOWN in their field were written down in theories, hypotheses, and when proven time and time again it became LAW. black was of this field. she knew of equations and postulates, laws of matter, things that made SENSE LOGICALLY. it was why she never did quite understand MAGIC ( why she can’t fully understand herself either ). was that not what religion was too?

     religion made no sense to her. these RITUALS held no meaning if the people could not channel magic into it. they were nothing like the sacred alteans who can take energy from crystals and manipulate it into their own use. they were nothing like that or the druids either. so what was the point of such SACRED RITES to be done? she remembered having this conversation before. that it gives them a sense of PURPOSE in a way. that they must SERVE THIS GOD in order to appease them, grant wishes, give good weather, and bless children. it makes her wrinkle at such a reasons. you can not simply WAIT for a being who does not exist to do things for you. accomplishments done in one’s lifetime is done through BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS. the hardworking, not the ones who preach on and on. 

                                                        ❝ do you believe in a god? ❞ 

     the question comes suddenly, breaking the COMFORTABLE silence that they had lapsed into. surprise flickers in the other’s gaze and she can feel it, a sudden spark that pulses through their bond. she’s full of surprises, her mind makes leaps and jumps, the kind that no one understands ( except for one ). he answers without another second of hesitation, though it’s not quite the answer she wants. zarkon answers her question with one of his own.

                                                             ❝ why do you ask? ❞

     it was a good question. she has never taken any interest in such things. in fact, she often wrinkled her nose at times when no one wasn’t looking, or near reluctant at times to participate ( save for when he convinced her otherwise, though mutual suffering has been observed ). a shrug of her shoulders is given as black leans against the railing, silver eyes watching the courtyard below. eventually the lion does answer. ❝ they don’t do much. ❞ these gods and deities. such USELESS things that don’t GRANT WISHES or at least even LISTEN to the prayers that their worshippers give. these people ( foolish things ) believe them to be heard. that if they do GOOD THINGS then surely they will be welcomed in some afterlife. that if they continue to WORK AND TOIL AND SACRIFICE in the name of a god, they shall be taken care of. but she knows better.

                THAT’S NOT TRUE, THERE IS NO GOD OR DEITY THAT WILL SAVE YOU

     a memory from not too long ago brings back such irritation in forest dwelling creatures. when the paladins had come to help them resolve what CONFLICT ( pointless war ) between a nation split in two. though they were grateful, they also thanked their GOD for sending them here. they thanked their god’s DIVINE WILL for creating a path that led them here. black said nothing then, but even HE can feel the heated prickle of annoyance that floods her system. was she bitter? no. but she would have expected BETTER DUES than the one they were written off as. a part of her wanted to see what would happen if they left them ( let them solve their own conflicts and bloodshed, let them see who will come save them when her pride and paladins did not heed the call ). 

                                                     ❝ no, i suppose they do not. ❞

     no. of course not. they didn’t exist. before her eyes she sees metal claws tearing down precious temples and shrines, crushing them with her weight. before her eyes she sees jaw blade cut down statues and deface these so called HEAVENLY BEINGS. gods. there were no gods. no higher power ( except fate and destiny ). though, she entertains a thought that comes to mind. ❝ but if you were a god, ❞ a young god with a bright, golden heart, ❝ you would. ❞ he would see to it that the world would change, but knowing him ( knowing herself and the ambition that grows within them both ), he would not settle for just his world, but every other world. the galaxies. the UNIVERSE. just imagine what they do except on a much GRANDER scale. ❝ you would change everything for the better. ❞ she muses, lips curling into a smile as eyes soften as she looks upon subjects below, precious citizens that she has come to love ( not as much as she did him ). if they had this much love, then surely they can LIGHT the universe. from here and to the farthest corners of it where some do not walk with the stars to guide their way.

                                              ❝ i know you would be a good god. ❞

     she KNOWS as she does many things despite her young age since creation. he will be a good god. she KNOWS and does not need anyone else to tell her otherwise. there will be no debate on the subject. she KNOWS that this galran will be the one to change the course of FATE AND DESTINY if given the chance ( she will give it to him ) and bring about a change for the best. black does not expect a reply from him. she would be content with just him LISTENING to what she has to say, though his voice is reassuring when he finally speaks. 

     ❝ a god. ❞ his voice has a hint of contemplation in it and she feels a warmth that travels through their bond, one that is pleasant as it was something she holds close. ❝ and what of you? ❞ the question sparks laughter from her. soft, musical laughter that reminds some of light breeze caressing skin before sounding gently knocking against wind chimes. the lioness knows that he asks in earnest and never once has she ever been disappointed when it comes to him in his thoughts for her. she looks at him with such ADORATION in her eyes, hands that reach out and beckons the other close. and when she gets what she asks for, face held in gentle touch that she reserves for such a select few, she smiles ( illuminates what soul lies within this machine ). ❝ i will be as i always have been. ❞ she made him a promise, didn’t she?

                                                                ❝ your lion. ❞

        YOUR FRIEND, YOUR CONFIDANT, YOUR PARTNER, YOUR ALLY, YOUR BLADE                    I WILL ALWAYS BE YOURS AS YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MINE

     perhaps that was how it all started. that little thought that came at night when they stared up at the stars, see what FATE HAS WRITTEN and deemed it UNSATISFACTORY. they have seen it all by then, haven’t they? the suffering, the pain, the agony, the anguish, the amount of sorrow that fills the universe with cries and haunted screams. such a thing fills the skies and the world, the planets, and the galaxies as much as the HAPPINESS that tries to overcome it. the joy, the laughter, the kind words, and gentle hands with equally gentle hearts. such things get BROKEN so easily don’t they? perhaps that’s how it all started, when she mentioned him being more than he was now, more than he EVER should have been expected to be ( but he always excelled, always broke ceilings and limits, snapped those bars people have placed and set them out of reach for those who tried to follow ). perhaps that’s how it all started, when both them KILL THE HERO within, forget the vow of justice and peace that they have made, shed the light and plunge into darkness ( this empty space ). that he ( beloved hero, gentle soul ) only LIVES NOW in her memories and the person he has become ( this young god, wrathful being ) has become an EMPEROR, a legend that will live for the next ten thousand years ( forever ) and rule with an IRON FIST clenched around the universe’s throat ( put it in constant submission ). 

                                    you know what they say about heroes and legends.

                            ( heroes always get remembered, but LEGENDS NEVER DIE )

     isn’t that what you want? he had asked her once when the stars loomed overhead and she still looked at them; she believed that her FATE AND DESTINY was written among them in magical ink and if she were to connect the dots to form CONSTELLATIONS, hers was would be connected to HIS each and every time. she remains quiet, eyes focused on the world above and the deceptively thin veil that separates this in between from it and thinks ( contemplates what it is she desires, wants, wishes, and needs ). back then she was still so young ( so naive ) and so loving ( misplaced affections then ). back then she was still so young and she BELIEVED and put her faith into the one who called himself hers ( as she called herself his ). they set themselves on a course charted for the stars, the planets, the worlds they have been to. they set themselves ABOVE THE REST and she complied because she would ALWAYS be there by his side. it was her fault wasn’t it?

                            HE DID THIS FOR HER, SHE GAVE HIM HER BLESSING. 

     isn’t that what she wanted? no, that’s not what she wanted. yes. yes this was exactly what she wanted.  she wanted to see him RULE and be the best there ever was. the strongest, the fastest, the smartest, the ABSOLUTE EMPEROR that will not bow, tremble, or compromise for any other. her precious star, her darling prince, her paladin, her GRANTER OF WISHES because it was always him who made it possible. this power inside her chest ( metal trapped star ) will only make the wishes she wanted come true when it INVOLVED WHAT KINDRED STAR ( precious prince ) was always by her side. isn’t this what he wanted? EVERYTHING. it should all be his to begin with. her precious star, her darling prince, her paladin, her granter of wishes, the UNIVERSE’S RIGHTFUL RULER AND ONE THAT IT DESERVED. 

     isn’t that what she wanted? if she continued the path in which she had set herself upon, this path that will be paved at first with the help of others and now soon to be broken, bleached bones and fallen kingdoms, she will find herself STRONGER AND BETTER. she can be a SINGULARITY just like her star. to finally be herself and not rely on others. to be HERSELF and not have to rely on her siblings for strength and support. to be HERSELF and to be what she was meant to be, FREE AND UNTAMABLE AS THE SKIES. to be the one who COMMANDS HER OWN FATE, choose the path in which she wanted to travel and make decisions on her own ( to be free, to be herself, to be the defender or the destroyer ). for once she would pull out that power that lay trapped within the confines of her metal frame and USE it to her own benefit.

                                                     isn’t that what HE wanted too?

                                                           POWER AND CONTROL 

     he need not ask. her star need not wish ( want nor desire ). she will give it to him out of the goodness of her heart. she will give it to him because HE is the one who understands her the most. knows all her hopes and dreams, her habits and moods, and the things that make her LAUGH AND SMILE BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN. she will give it to him because HE is the one who resonates with her very soul. she will give it to him because HE is the one who knows her like no other. she will give it to him because HE is the one who is HERS and black has become so PROTECTIVE AND POSSESSIVE of what is hers ( only hers ). 

               SHE MADE HIM A PROMISE A LONG TIME AGO, DOES SHE REMEMBER?                      ❝  PUT YOUR FAITH IN ME AND I SHALL BRING YOU VICTORY  ❞           HOW HE PUTS IT IN HER NOW, ALL THIS FAITH INTO THEIR BROKEN BOND                PUSHES FOR HER TO REMEMBER THE WORDS SHE WOULD HONOR                                    FROM THE BEGINNING TO NOW AND FOREVER

     the skies have always been what DOMINATES the world below, always LOOKING DOWN at the rest while others craned their head back to catch a proper glimpse. a PROTECTOR and a GUARDIAN ( tyrant and ruler ), that was hers to decide ( can not be commanded, can not be forced; her own decision, her own choice ). though it might be PROGRAMMED in machine and coding to be GOOD, the hero who she loved more than the entire skies and universe itself overrode that coding. her heart so easily SHUTS DOWN what it is that she was written with in binary and she follows him into the DARK ( where one walks with no stars to guide them ). there is NO FEAR. why would she? why would she when she knows what it is that rests at her claw tips ( power ) and her mind is clear ( control ). why would she when her YOUNG GOD is all she needs ( he lights the way )?

     when he first asks her, black does not hesitate. she does not second guess. he asks her a favor and she laughs even then. of course, she had said, a favor for the FAVORITE of all her stars in the night sky ( the one who burns the brightest ). he asks her to bring back a KING’S HEAD. she blinks then and laughs, what good will a king’s head do? KINGS AND QUEENS, LITTLE LORDS AND LADIES. what do they have that could possibly surmount to that of her EMPEROR? but she will do it because HE asked her of it. she remains gentle ( only for him ) and presses kiss upon his forehead, gives him a smile lit by starlight. if this is what he wants, then she will give it to him for it is WITHIN HER GRASP.

     this form was designed to be a LAST RESORT, so unlike her primary that was DESIGNED AND DESTINED for strength and war ( ironic, isn’t it? she was designed to be a weapon of peace ). but this form will do. much more agile than her primary, much smaller than her primary, but just as DEADLY as her primary ( how so many are fooled by looks alone ). and just like her primary, there is a WILDERNESS inside of her. she is a being modeled after a PREDATOR that is renown for it’s CLAWS AND JAWS, STRENGTH AND AGILENESS. a feared creature that is hailed to be the KING OF BEASTS and all animals must BOW DOWN to. the moment the heels of her boot clicks against marbled floors, she imagines what it must be like to be made of BONE AND FLESH, move with coordinated grace that nature has so precisely crafted over years of evolution. it must be nice, she thinks, but she holds no FLAWS the way nature does. she is not weighed down by exhaustion and pain can disappear with a single thought. she is BETTER than what nature can ever intended, better than what her creators could have ever intended. she would be like her young god. 

                                                                  ABSOLUTE

     she draws her blade. blue light ( same as the one that colors her veins ) flashes before WHITE BLADE is revealed. black remains MERCIFUL. there need not be any unnecessary deaths. she needed to claim only ONE. just one. she swears that she would let them all go otherwise. just one. she just needed ONE and yet they are so GENEROUS ( wasteful ) to give her more. they’re fast ( but she’s faster ), they’re strong ( but she’s stronger ), they’re good ( but she’s better ). they fall the way trees do, but not exactly in whole pieces. she moves past BROKEN AND BLOODIED bodies ( disregards the strewn carcasses, hacked limbs, and dead gazes ), breathes in the smell of blood that fills the air. it’s almost COMFORTING to her. all that is missing is the SMOKE AND ASH and it would be just as it had been before in her skies. a BATTLEFIELD to call her playground in the midst of a war. the lioness pushes onward, her eyes set upon the TARGET she is to acquire. 

                                                 ❝ I came to grant my star a wish. ❞

      SHE WOULD GIVE HIM ANYTHING HE WANTED, WISHED, DESIRED, OR NEEDED,        SHE WOULD MOVE TOWERING MOUNTAINS AND PULL TIDES FROM SHORES.        SHE WOULD MAKE THE WIND BLOW FAIR AND STOP THE SUN FROM RISING.                    SHE WOULD BRING THE UNIVERSE TO ITS KNEES BEFORE HIM.                                 SHE WOULD DO ALL THOSE THINGS AND MORE.

     black meets him once again in a place that they called their own. a place BETWEEN PLANES and deceptively thin veil that separates two worlds from one another. they meet in dream sequence and she knows so much without either of them having to speak a single word. calm expression, schooled appearance. it does not fool her. SHE KNOWS HIM LIKE SHE KNOWS HER OWN MIND. there is so much underneath the surface. these emotions that churn and swirl. reminds her of the insides of storm clouds as winds would stir them up and lightning lurks around each turn. would it be so terrible for her to admit that she missed him? would it be so wrong for her to admit that she still adored him? would it be so wrong for her to admit that she still loved that HERO WHO STOLE THE STARS FROM THE SKY FOR HER? it would be, wouldn’t it? there is no going back, no matter how hard and persistent he is. no matter how hard pressed, no matter how much he reasons with her. tells her that she BELONGS WITH HIM ( belongs to him as much as he belongs to her ). 

                                                           ❝ you PROMISED me. ❞

     yes. she did. she promised him everything and anything. she promised him victories ( never taste defeat ). she promised him the power that he desired, the control over the UNIVERSE in which they would be the writers of FATE and designers of DESTINY. she promised him so much and in the end she had ABANDONED HIM ( betrayal, betrayal, betrayal ). but promises were meant to be broken, weren’t they? they were CHILDISH things, FOOLISH things. promises were just empty words if you think about it. if there was no action behind it, such a thing would never hold. a promise? it was a good thing she was wiser now than she was before. not a single vow, oath, promise to be made to someone like HIM again. 

                                                                     ❝ i did. ❞ 

     but she turns away from him now, eyes cast ( how good it is to see him still ) and takes her path elsewhere. it hurts to do this. to turn away from him. to LEAVE him when he is CALLING HER HOME ( misses rumbling laughter, soothing voice ). he plucks at her HEARTSTRINGS ( knows her weakness in her treacherous, traitorous heart ) and wills memories to come back. black does not stop him and that is her own fault once again ( she wants to see him so desperately ). she sees smiles of a person she once knew ( still knows ), reminds her of the summer sun. she hears laughter of a person she once knew ( still knows ), reminds her of celebrations to be had. she feels light touch of a person she once knew ( still knows ), reminds her of what GOOD she has done. she smells HOME ( it was always him, it will ALWAYS be him ) and she breaks into a run. but don’t you know? 

                    the more you run from fate, the closer you are to brining yourself to it. 

                                                                 he calls after her. 

                                                                    ❝ BLACK. ❞

     her name is called by a voice she has come to LOVE AND ADORE, a voice that she almost lets draw her back out of this HAZE that settles in her mind. her name is called by a voice that she knows and CHERISHES WITH ALL HER HEART. her name is called by a voice that she knows almost as deeply as the one who she calls her STAR. but the word is ALMOST because what the star child and the young god had would always BIND HER TO HIM AND HE TO HER. they were inseparable. they were connected. they were an extension of each other. black wakes to the call of her name, feels fingers smoothing back hair in gentle touch. her own are clenched tightly, grasping at soft fabric to the point where she sees the damage she has done. claws have formed and pierced into thick, downy plush of a comforter. if she were careless, they would be torn to shreds. a muttered apology is all she gives as claws are retracted. she FEARS discovery through their bond, though small ( near insignificant ) in comparison to the one she has with her star. small as it may be, if her panic was strong enough ( as she was sure it was ) it will press through and wake the other, as much as shiro has constantly done to her with his fights with his demons. 

                                                               ❝ are you okay? ❞ 

     she wants to say YES ( no, she’s not ). she wants to say I’M FINE ( no, she’s not ). isn’t that her normal answer to begin with? with her siblings in color and with the princess and her adviser? she says she’s fine because she needs to be. she can’t let CRACKS show, what BROKEN PIECES exist alongside MISSING ones, and the constant PAIN ( and fear ) that lays in her heart. she is fine because she must be ( tells herself enough, perhaps she will believe it ). the lioness presses her face into the human’s side ( fragile skin, brittle bone, fluttering heart ) to avoid any further questioning, but offers only the slightest nod of her head as an answer. she DESPERATELY wants to forget, but she has never been the one to delete her own memories. precious data must be saved for when she dared to visit them ( weak heart, damning sentimentality ). there is NO ESCAPE. 

                     black is grateful that he does not question her answer any further.

     they eventually do get up to face the DAWN of the new day. there is much to be done. there are repairs that must be checked with the castle ship and her primary. there are new paladins ( young cubs ) that must be trained. there are planets to check and find how much has changed over the past ten thousand years in which she has SLEPT ( but she knows which stars and planets no longer exist, that pain in her chest does not go away ). she is grateful even more that he does not check on her. maybe it’s because this new paladin ( hers and not hers ) doesn’t know what LINES he can and can’t cross yet. maybe it’s because she doesn’t WANT to cross the lines, much less toe them as she had before in the past ( dared to ). that’s fine, she figures. that’s fine. she WANTS it that way. she doesn’t want ANOTHER PALADIN ( not after him ). she doesn’t want ANOTHER BOND ( not after him ). she doesn’t want TO LET ANYONE IN ( not after him ). this is fine. she promises herself this. she will be fine. things will be fine. this war? she tells herself, IT WILL BE OVER BEFORE YOU KNOW IT ( be the victor and you can rest ). yet with each passing day she finds herself drifting closer. her nightly rounds patrolling the castle always leads back to the hallway where his room is located. her watchful gaze on the training deck settles on him more than she would like. for all her sharpness and cold demeanor, heartless brush offs, she begins to SOFTEN AND WARM UP to this strange human.

                                            she should not care ( and yet she does ).

                                  but is this BROKEN HUMAN what she really wants?

     at night when everyone should be asleep ( any sane soul anyway ), she can feel a sudden rush of ANXIETY fall into her chest. the feel of ADRENALINE courses through her veins and the sound of a POUNDING HEARTBEAT rings in her ears. she can taste bile at the back of her throat, acid burn and a sudden SUFFOCATING fear that manages to still her form and PARALYZE her. there is an undeniable need to run to him ( buried in code and programing ) to DESTROY what it is that causes such THREAT to him. she is tempted to leap through SPACE and traverse through boundaries that she would never have once thought of crossing to reach him. try as she might to stay away, the path she takes leads her back to him. 

     fingers dip into soft locks of hair, pushes white back and slides into black. she hears the softness of BREATH that come in shallow and even tempo. the lioness can feel the tension leave his bones and muscles as though they were her own. the demons don’t come back ( they fear being eaten ) and she stays until morning.

                                              she should not care ( and yet she does ).

                                  but is this FEEBLE CREATURE what she really wants?

     claws reach his throat before metal limb can as so much raise to strike her. she fights this way to make things EASIER on him. if she were to have drawn her blade, if she had fought with more vigor, if she had fought WITH HER ACTUAL FEROCITY, then he would be as good as dead. he is BETTER, she will admit, than the other cubs ( this is her star’s fault ). there are things to fix still. his STANCE needs to be fixed, his hits lack meaning ( does he think her fragile? ), and he grows tired ( weariness of a mortal ). black lets him go for the day, turns away from him then to leave and continue on with the rest of her daily routine. she can feel FRUSTRATION burn at the back of her mind ( not hers ). even though she wishes to encourage, to TEACH AND EXPLAIN with words and gentle touches, she can not. black remains as unkind to him as she had in the beginning, if only to STRENGTHEN what skills he has. on the battlefield ( he knows this as well as she ) there will be NO MERCY OR SECOND CHANCES. 

     cats land on their feet and black is no exception. she lands as graceful as she can and for once there is SURPRISE written across her face, one that is reflected in his own. he might be quicker now, but he’s still slow to react. lips curl into the SMALLEST SMILE as she stands, dusts herself off before she looks at him. this time she DISMISSES him for a JOB WELL DONE and tells him to rest. there is a feeling of TRIUMPH AND PRIDE that comes as she leaves.

                                              she should not care ( and yet she does ).

                                    but is this PATHETIC BEING what she really wants?

     she wants to know what makes him care so much. these people. he only knows ONE of them really, doesn’t he? just one. this paladin who her sibling in RED has chosen to be their own? the rest? she does not understand. if they have no connection to him, then why care at all ( aren’t they disposable, insignificant, meaningless )? and yet he treats them with such kindness in his heart despite what PAIN resides in it. he treats them with such CARE despite what his hands are capable of. he treats them as EQUALS despite their difference, a LEADER and a follower. though perhaps that was wrong. it reminds her of a legend that humans have about a king, who did not sit at a conventional table. this one was ROUND because the king believed himself to be EQUALS among his knights ( followers, comrades, brothers in arms ). it’s nice, she thinks and simply chalks it up to that. it’s nice, she thinks as she tucks knees up to her chest. it’s nice, she thinks as she hides her face into her knees. it’s nice, she thinks, to have someone who CARES MORE THAN THEY SHOULD.

     pity. that’s what it must be. it must be PITY because he knows now. PITY that’s what it must be. PITIFUL LITTLE LION. isn’t that what she is? poor thing. poor and naive thing who FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN and fell the way icarus did. poor thing. she looks away, the first time she is UNABLE to meet his gaze. pity. she pulls back and much to her surprise, he reaches forward. hand grasps hers and through their bond ( small, not so insignificant thing ), she feels something else ( not pity ). he wants to UNDERSTAND. there is a warmth that sparks in her chest and it blossoms. black closes her eyes and soaks it in while it lasts. he says when she’s ready, they can talk. 

                                             she should not care ( and yet she does ).

                                     he asks her again, is this what she REALLY wants?

                 ANSWER ME, MY DEAR, WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT?

                                                             ❝ I DON’T KNOW. ❞

     she walked into the DARK with her star. how brave she was to walk into the unknown, where others fear to tread. how she broke past it all and sped off into the pitch black. so long as she had her star, her YOUNG GOD, there was no need to fear. he will light the way for her. and now with him gone?yet she tells herself that she doesn’t know what she wants anymore. 

     they stand in the place between worlds once more and she finds herself unsure. what she has with this human, this paladin ( hers, not hers, hers, not hers, hers ) that she has come to know. what is it that they have? this BOND OUT OF DUTY AND NECESSITY, this was not something she had expected to grow. without knowing it ( or maybe she did know and couldn’t care any way ), this broken human, feeble creature, pathetic being has begun to REBUILD her heart without fear of being cut by her sharp edges. this person had shown her KINDNESS IN THE FACE OF ADVERSITY ( not just her, but to everyone ). this person. this gentle star that has fallen into her hands in this pure dark that she walked into, HE WILL LIGHT HER WAY JUST AS HE DID. 

     this boy offers her something her BROKEN HEART longs for ( trust and humanity ). he tells her to stay with him where it is WARM and his hands have always been gentle despite what cruelty they were capable of. his words stay true to himself and he speaks with such conviction ( he does not hesitate ). he remains compassionate and as patient as possible despite those who test it. perhaps FATE has been so kind ( cruel still ) to give her a second chance to start over ( and then take it away ). but her star ( always her star ) and young god ( this universe’s god, always hers ) calls her HOME. home is with him, not a planet, ship, or human child ( broken human, feeble creature, pathetic being ). she is his as much as he was hers. does she not remember that? the reason for her restlessness in the early morning hours while the rest were asleep was not just the anxiety that has managed to creep into her system and sink deep into metal frame. it is because she MISSES the presence that once occupied a part of her mind, this sudden DISAPPEARANCE AND GAP that leads to such LONELINESS.

                       and he knows ( he knows because he feels it too, but he won’t say it ). 

     the heel of her hands press against her eyes as she shakes her head. no, she doesn’t miss him. she does not MISS HIM AT ALL. she misses HOME. black wants to go HOME. she wants to go home to a place that no longer exists. she wants to go home to a person that no longer exists and - no. he reminds her, hands taking hold of her wrist ( gentle, but firm - commanding ) and pulls them away. and what she sees is a sight that shakes her down to her core. her star, her sweet prince, her YOUNG GOD, is on his knees before her. though this only brings him down to eye level ( always so tall, so imposing ). but it is in this brief moment ( lies, lies, lies, he’s only pretending, he doesn’t care, he wants to manipulate you, he wants to use you, he wants to - ), she is reminded of the reason why she could not LET GO as much as she would have like to.

                                                           ❝ HOME IS WITH ME. ❞

     no. home is no longer with him. she LEFT HIM, she left him alone. for ten thousand years while she SLEPT AND HE FOUGHT ON HIS OWN. she left her STAR to do all this by himself. she promised him victories and she - no. no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO, NO, NONONONONO, NO. she will not FALL for this ( tricks, smoke and mirrors, honeyed words laced with venom ). he was no longer hers ( always hers as much as she was always his ). the lioness shook her head, tries to pull away ( his touch is black and poisonous ). he destroyed her stars and planets. he ruined her SKIES and dared to say he had done it in her name. he ordered genocides of people, entire races. he ordered the massacres of villages, killed helpless and innocent beings. he had she will not - 

                                                           ❝ if I put my faith in you - ❞

     don’t, she wants to beg him not to. do not remind her of the VOW she made him so long ago. do not remind her. she BROKE that promise and she has no intention of fixing it. the look upon her face is filled with PAIN and she presses it into their broken ( not so broken ) bond. does he understand? does he not FEEL what she does right now ( weak, so weak, so foolish, so easy to control )? broken promises, empty words. her gaze falls upon the SCAR on his face that she will REGRET UNTIL THE END OF TIME, one that she knows was caused by her own claws ( she never meant to hurt him, she never wanted to, she would never have - but she did ). please understand, she wants to say, please let me be. he won’t, of course he won’t. he was always so PERSISTENT AND TENACIOUS in his pursuits. 

                                                           ❝ COME HOME TO ME. ❞ 

     her hands are pressed against his face and she remembers how much she had done this in the past. such LOVE AND ADORATION that was given to him, only him and no one else ( a difference between him and her pride ). such CARE AND DEVOTION  that was given to him, only him and no one else ( not even the duty bestowed upon her ). such TRUST AND LOYALTY that was given to him, only him and no one else ( because no one deserved more than he did ). hher HEART ( treacherous and traitorous ) tells her what to do, no matter HOW PAINFUL IT WILL BE ( how painful is care ). when she comes back to the opposite side of the veil, her claws are pressed against her own throat, but she speaks with such CLARITY.

                                                   ❝ i will bring you VICTORY. ❞

          SHE WOULD GIVE HIM ANYTHING, EVEN IF IT MEANS TO LOSE EVERYTHING.

     this pain is only secondary. it is collateral damage ( should have known better, can’t replace him ). this pain will mean NOTHING in the end, won’t it? this pain, this feeling of HEARTACHE AND HEARTBREAK, won’t matter ( insignificant ). so long as she had her STAR, her SWEET PRINCE, her YOUNG GOD. it would not matter. nothing else would matter. so then, why is it that she feels as though she is being torn apart? a SNARL rips out of her, white metal teeth BARED for him to see. that if she rips away at what chains that BIND HER, tears away at the HUMANITY that clings to her form, BREAKS her own heart, and SPREADS HER WINGS, then what is left is nothing but what they both want. 

                                      SHE WAS HIS AS MUCH AS HE WAS HERS.

     the cry of breaking metal is nothing new. she knows this sound so well, primary or subunit. the sound of claws piercing metal that is WEAKER to her own ( to the stars, they are worthless ). it elicits scream and it’s one that draws out FELINE TRAITS ( instinct inherently placed ) as she continues to press claws in further. she always did LOVE this, didn’t she? always did LOVE this part of a HUNT, didn’t she? the sound of a wounded animal crying. she blocks out the words he’s saying, blocks it out with what LOGIC makes sense to her. 

                                                                 FIGHT IT.

                why would she fight her star? why would she want to hurt her young god?

                                                              BLACK, STOP.

                        she can’t stop. she can’t go back. he can’t stop. he can’t go back.                                              neither of them can even if they tried. 

                                                 I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU.

                                                             but he has! he has!                     he turned her against HIM. don’t you see? if you hurt him, you hurt her.

     and it is with that exact reason that she lashes back with a FEROCITY that is characteristic of her sibling. the robotic arm ( nothing compared to her ) is torn from it’s place. wires snap apart and twist in open air, the SCREECH OF METAL is echoed in its owner. gone. it’s gone now. black casts it aside. the lioness has WOUNDED the prey ( the best part comes next ). she pins him to the wall with her white blade, drives it clean into his shoulder ( past skin, into muscle, through bone ) and out into castle ship’s wall. he’s screaming ( so loud, so noisy, what if he wakes her star? ). so she does what is best to REMEDY the situation. 

            SHE PRESSES CLAWS INTO HIS THROAT, SEPARATES HEAD FROM NECK. 

     it’s quiet. so quiet now. there is a hum from the castle and she looks down at her hands. there’s so much red here. it’s not her color. that is her sibling’s color. this isn’t hers. not really. although, her sibling’s color usually led to her’s anyway ( oh death, sweet death ). there is something that bothers her though. SOMETHING that she doesn’t quite understand. the scent of metallic copper pierces the air, but it is a SWEET SCENT that she loves. the sight of a CORPSE is one she knows, seen countless times on the battlefield. so then why is it that when she looks down at her claws covered in bright red, THAT THEY SHAKE? 

                 IS THIS FEAR? IS THIS REMORSE? IS THIS GUILT? IS THIS REGRET?                        WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS THIS WHAT IS THIS?

     a familiar presence soon finds itself behind her, reassuring as it was COMFORTING. a hand covers her EYES, presses her back into cold armor. she knows what this is ( adrenaline, fear; aren’t these the demons that eat you in your sleep, shiro? ). she knows who this is ( this carcass, this body, this corpse, this once human being, this one she almost called hers ). she - 

                                                    ❝ WELCOME HOME ❞

                                    ( COULDN’T PUT HIM BACK TOGETHER AGAIN )

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #86

“will we make our mark this time?  will we always say we tried?”

what is your opinion on homesexual people? they're just as human as heterosexuals. are you an atheist? why? no. because the idea of this world existing as it does by pure chance is ludicrous. are you a skeptic? why? on certain things, sure. you gotta be lest you wanna be naive. do you know what anime is? yes? do you tolerate people who are against, or just don't like your opinions? why and how? of course. people think differently, get over it. that's how and why i do it. do you watch youtube? constantly lol do you draw often? not anymore. :( do you make art (any form of it)? photography regularly, drawing very, very rarely. are you a leader, or a follower? i'm a follower unless i need to be otherwise. are you an introvert, ambivert, or extrovert? i'm a massive introvert. are you an optimist, realist, or pessimist? mix between realist and pessimist. would you punch me in the nose for $20? i wouldn't punch anyone. do you think your country is better than other countries? if so, explain. absolutely not. all countries have their flaws. civilization itself does. if you had to be stuck in one age for the rest of eternity, how old would you want to be? 21. do you accept constructive criticism easily? sometimes. i'm very sensitive, so i sometimes take it as someone being disappointed in me. would you rather have immense physical strength or strength of character? strength of character, of course. lions or tigers? hmmmm... tigers. how is your life going right now? where do you want it to be in 5 years? things are actually going great. all i want in five years is to have a steady job, hopefully as a photographer. what is your favorite quote? by who?  "plant trees you know you'll never sit under the shade of," by mark fischbach. do you button your shirt from the top or the bottom? the bottom what was the last song you listened to? "rooftops" by the lost prophets do you like snow or see it as annoying? i love the snow!! what was your favorite disney movie as a kid? is it still your favorite? "the lion king," and yes. do you ever think about embarrassing moments and cringe? a lot, actually. do you watch scary movies on your own? yeah. have you ever been called vain? do you agree with them? no. what is your favorite condiment to go with french fries? ketchup what color is your mp3/ipod? hot pink have you ever laid in a hammock? yeah. we used to have one. have you ever lost a pet in a tragic way? how did you cope? we had to put our dog dale down when he got horribly sick with spleen cancer, and watching him die so quickly... that was awful. my chinese water dragon also died horribly; it was agonizingly slow and he was obviously in pain. :( have you ever ate a zucchini? fried zucchini, yes. what type of art would you hang up in your room? morbid/goth shit. what are your pet’s names? teddy, cali, bentley. and i'm adopting my snake whom i'll be naming venus very soon. (: honestly, do you think that you’re going to be an overprotective parent? i don't want kids. but if i ever do, i know i'd be overprotective as all fuckhell. would you rather have ice cream, freeze pops, or popsicles in the summer? ice cream is love, ice cream is life. do you ever read someone else’s survey site and know pretty much what’s going on or what went through in their life? lmao yes have you ever encountered a ghost? 100% positive i have. would you rather be at the beach right now? yes, actually. i went to the beach last may, and this question's got me thinking about it. it was fun. do you know any parent that lets their kids smoke or drink? my friend, who has a pretty conservative mother (i think), lets her. i mean, this girl flaunts it on facebook, and she's friends with her mother. i don't get it. would you ever let your kid smoke weed? over my dead fucking body. are you currently in love? no. do you swear regularly? yes. do you believe in abortion? N O are you homophobic? no. have you ever done anything illegal? illegally downloaded things. what’s your favorite time of day? dawn. do you prefer to be called by a nickname or your real name? real name. what's the farthest you’ll go on a first date? just hugging. have you ever been to a rave? no. are you racist? not at all. do you ever find yourself daydreaming? i do that a lot. what is the lowest thing you’ve ever done? inadvertently getting my friend's boyfriend to break up with her because he was interested in me. is their someone in your life you know you couldn’t live without? my mother. where do you stand on body piercings and tattoos? fuckin' awesome. if you were granted one wish what would you ask for? to not be mentally ill. if you wear glasses, are they dirty right now?  not really. do you put your hair up when you cook?  i don't cook. do you prefer mountain dew or sprite?  mountain dew. i don't like sprite. does anybody in your contacts have a heart after their name?  no. what did you last use a q-tip for? cleaning my ears. who was the villain in the last superhero movie you watched? don't recall... i don't watch superhero movies a lot. but the last occurrence that comes to mind when i saw the batman movie with bane in it. so it's been years. well, i saw "logan" recently. is wolverine considered a hero?? silver or gold? gold. i'm allergic to silver. what is your favorite unisex name? hmm... good question. i just went through a list of unisex names just outta curiosity to see if i could find one that really resonated with me, and i like blair, dakota, and hayden. name a movie that you think is completely stupid: "the purge." the concept is so fucking stupid. does your phone have hole for charms? no. do you like the color green? no. was it your fault your last relationship failed? it was no one's "fault." he wanted something i wasn't. what time zone do you live in? est. who do you wish you would never see again? why? rachel. because she's a motherfucking bitch. who have you hurt the most so far in your life? what did you do to them?  idk? probably my mother. what was the first movie you can remember seeing at the cinema? probably "finding nemo." have you ever been physically or mentally abused? how did it effect you? no. do you consider yourself a vengeful person? if so, why’d you think that is? not really. have you ever been in a physical fight? what started it? no, but almost. what one quality do you have that you are proud of?  i'm passionate as fuck. have you ever been hospitalized? what for? i've been to mental hospitals five times. who’s the last person you talked to about sex? my doctor. she asked if i was sexually active. where is the biggest scar on your body? my left shin. it was itchy as all fuck one day and i scratched it to the point that i left a pretty big scar. would you date someone who was addicted to drugs?  fuck no. are your parents divorced?  yes. do you have any friends that are emo?  yes. would you ever live with any of your best friends?  sure. how many people in your life have you kissed? two. are you photogenic?  HAAAA would you ever date anyone your parents disapproved of? yes. who i date isn't their business. i mean of course i'd take into account why they think i shouldn't date him, but ultimately, they don't decide. how many tattoos do you have? and how many do you want? i have four, but i have over 100 ideas saved. i wanna be covered. the only area that's off-limits to me personally is my face and actually on my boobs. do you think it’s a bunch of bull shit when people say “i have no regrets”? honestly? yeah. i know damned well everyone's got at least one thing they wish they hadn't done. do you get scared during scary movies? no. they're just movies. where do you want to live when you’re older?  in the mountains of nc. do you miss your past? little parts, but not really anymore. do you slam doors when you’re mad? sometimes. have you ever been out of your home country? sadly, no. do you consider yourself pretty? no. do you consider yourself brave?  no. if you could pick a new name for yourself, what would it be?  zoey. do you think you’re indecisive? i'm the most indecisive person you will EVER meet. what’s something you want to change in your life? i want a career. what brand’s your winter jacket? i don't have an exclusively winter jacket. how many books have you read this month? none. is it hard to find parking where you live? no. welcome to the south. have you ever taken a picture with santa when you were little? yeah. have you ever dyed your hair and if so, what color? it's been black, purple, red... are you a secretive person? yeah, honestly. what’s something you’re attracted to? usually tattoos. who was your first celebrity crush? jesse mccartney lmao describe as much as you can remember of your first kiss. we were tickling each other on his bed, he pinned me, his face was close to mine, so i kissed him and he blushed and it was adorable. i know a lot of first kisses are awkward, but ours was actually wonderful and super cute. favorite romantic movie? "the notebook" Weeps is there anywhere you rather be? where?  i'd always rather be at the zoo lmao who is the first person that you know will respond to your messages asap?  mom. name one unpopular opinion of yours:  abortion is fucking repulsive. is there anybody you wish to open up to but just can’t for the sake that they will judge you? lots of people. if you either had the choice of being able to teleport anywhere or being able to read anyone’s mind, which would you pick? teleportation, 100% favorite holiday? H A L L O W E E N ! ! ! would you rather go to california or texas on vacation? texas to visit two of my friends, but cali in general. do you call it fall or autumn? autumn can you fall asleep in a car? usually, no. do you live in an area that gets all four seasons? usually. are you closer to your mother or father? mom do you have a best friend of the opposite sex? he's not my best friend, but i have a guy friend. name's girt. ever been to a bar or club? no. have you ever been in a secret relationship? kinda... but it wasn't an official relationship. do you like rollercoasters? i've never been on one. i'm scared of getting sick. tell me about your first break up, if you had one. it was easy. i wasn't into him like that, so i told him via a note because i'm lame as fuck. where do you want to travel next?  i wanna go to south africa to photograph. what is your favorite gif at the moment?  hm. i don't really have one? what is your favorite word? "rigorous" if you had the chance: would you go to space?  no. no one goes to space for a short period of time. do you like the beach boys? sure! their songs are so happy to me and make me think of summer. can you blow bubbles with gum? yeah. does your last ex deserve to die? absolutely not, jc. who do you tell the most to?  sara. has anyone ever told you they want to spend the rest of their life with you?  yeah. how long does it take for you to take a shower? like 10 minutes. do you like the smell of gasoline? NO would you rather date a person with a british accent or an irish accent? BRI'ISH how many kids do you want to have? none. have you had the chicken pox?  no. which makes me nervous 'cuz i know it can be fatal when you're older. have you ever been around someone who was high?  yes. do people ever spell your name wrong? yes. lots of people spell it as "britney." do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back? side is it easy for you to accept loss? NOOOOO are you wearing a ring? yes. do you think it’s possible to fall in love with someone in just 2 weeks? hell no. what kind of signs do you use when you pose for pictures? (i.e peace signs, thumbs up, rock, etc) none. where do you find new bands? youtube recommendations. what math subject is your favorite? (i.e. algebra, statistics, business math, trigonometry, geometry, etc.) uhhh, none? how about science?  genetics. would you ever dye your hair? if so what color? lots and lots of colors. do you wish during 11:11? no. do you flush the toilet with your hand or your foot? hand. i ain't that flexible, brother. what’s your myers-briggs type indicator (ex: entp)? infj what’s your favorite game show? "family feud" how many times a day do you use the restroom? lots. i drink a lot. do you still speak to your ex’s parents? no. who was the last person who drew you a picture?  tyler. are any of your siblings married?  yes. ashley. maybe tiffany, but i don't know her, so. what do you usually put in your omelets? cheese, bacon bits. have you ever tried to go vegetarian and if so, how long did you last? no. what kind of exotic animal do you think you could keep as a pet? i wish i could have a fox, but it's not legal in north carolina and their urine is horrendous. what’s the largest body of water near your hometown? do rivers count? in that case, the tar river. do you like kiwis?  hell yeah! at school, which area of science did you prefer, biology, chemistry or physics? biology. i had a hard time with parts of chemistry. which did you prefer between geography and history? geography. i hated history. have you ever had a main part in a play? no. when do you prefer to take a shower, in the morning or night?  night. what’s your most recent mistake? hmmm. if you could live in one country, where would you live?  here's fine. who inspires you the most? mark edward fischbach<3 what’s your opinion on fast food?  it's fine. at the moment, what song you listen to the most?  "rooftops" by lost prophets what was the last liquid that you choked on?  *shrugs* when you kiss a person, where do your hands usually go?  neck. when drinking hard alcohol, do you take shots more or make mixed drinks? i don't like hard alcohol. have you ever been told you’ve punched someone in your sleep? lmao yeah. poor jason. when can you legally go to an american bar?  i can now. if a bug is in your car, do you kill it or try to push it out your window? i try to get it out the window if it's flying. what was your first pet? do you still have this pet? the pet my family had when i was born was a female collie named trigger. my first personal pet was a guinea pig named squeak, i think. where was the last place you went on vacation?  the beach. do you know anyone who self-harms? sadly. if you were president, which one would you legalize first: abortion or marijuana? well i mean both are legal in most places, but if they weren't and i had to pick, marijuana. what are your parents’ names and what do they do for a living? donna- pharmacist; ken- mailman. do you have any siblings? what are their names, age and grade they are in? katie (30-something, not in school); bobby (30, not in school); misty (29, not in school); tiffany (???); ashley (24?, not in school); nicole (19, college student). do you know a schizophrenic person? my half-sister. did you ever watch sailor moon? if so, who is your favorite? yes, but i don't remember who was my favorite. have you seen the game show “baggage”? yeah. it was so fucking scripted but seeing people's secrets was kinda interesting. would you ever dye your hair pink? sure, but i'd wanna be skinny. i don't believe certain hair colors look good on certain weights. have you ever liked someone of the same gender while otherwise classifying as straight? no. are you saving it for marriage? i am. have you ever had sex with someone as a favor? no. do you worry more about other people’s happiness than your own? not anymore. my happiness comes first. name five people you care about more than anything: mom, dad, ashley, nicole, and i honestly can't pick between a fifth?? what is your favorite accent or tone of voice? british favorite game of all time? "silent hill 2" is a motherfucking masterpiece worst injury you’ve ever had?  i skinned the everliving fuck out of my knees. do you collect anything? meerkat stuff, "silent hill" memorabilia do you like hot sauce?  yes. what is your heritage? german, irish, polish are you rich?  hell no. do you prefer writing with black or blue pens? black what was your favorite book as a child? i really liked "how to make a rainbow" and "stellaluna" what is your most used emoji? probably ;v; did you ever consider getting your tongue pierced? yes, snake eyes. i didn't though because it's really unsafe when you have a metal retainer. if you had to only use either shampoo or conditioner, which would it be?  shampoo. i don't use conditioner anyway. type of music you dislike most? rap what kind of back pack do you have, and what’s in it? the one i had in college is a ouija board design. have you ever had to be put to sleep for an operation? i actually don't know. i had tubes put in my ears as a young child, but idk if you're put to sleep for that? are you scared of giving birth? more like horrified. it's part of the reason i don't want kids. do you prefer boys to shave down there? i honestly don't care at all. it's natural. if your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say? that's physically impossible. do you have a funny last name? does anyone make fun of it? what's it start with? no, and "d" what color is your cell phone? black. would you rather sing or dance? dance. if you were a witch, which animal would be your familiar? a sphinx which country would you NOT want to travel to? well i mean, obviously north korea. would you ever visit a ghost town? sure! which natural disaster scares you the most? T O R N A D O S what is your favorite phase of the moon? full. if you get a one-word response like “lol”, do you still bother to reply?   no. do you know your blood type?  a- what was your favorite board game as a child?   "mall madness" lmfao d o n o t j u d g e m e would you cry if you found out you were pregnant?  more like sob. have your parents ever smoked pot?  idk have you ever met any bands/band members before?  no. are you stuck in the past?   not anymore! (: ready for winter to come?  hell yeah.  make this spring+summer quick. do you think the person you like is cute?  he's adorable what kind of dog do you find most ugly?   i don't think any dog is "ugly," but i'm not particularly fond of chihuahuas. which show is better spongebob or the fairly odd parents?   "fairly odd parents" was the bomb.com do you have a reoccurring dream?   no.