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nikatyler · 4 years

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𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ✨

I wasn’t going to post this yet, in fact, at first I wanted to keep it a secret until these guys are born in the rebooted Raven Legacy, but I couldn’t resist. Thought you’d never see them again, huh?

Zoey and Isaac’s children. 2017//2021. I always say my sims style doesn’t change at all (also, hooray same face syndrome), but it has changed, even if just a little bit.

Anyway, let me introduce you to these guys again, tell you what’s the same and what has changed. And yes I have classes tomorrow, but I also drank too much coffee today so I won’t be able to fall asleep for a while, let’s do this.

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝑳𝒚𝒏𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏

The main star, heir of gen 3 ✨

Fellow bi 👉😎👉

Walking stereotype but in a good way. We don’t do the harmful biphobic stereotypes here. (We did them accidentally without realizing we’re falling into a stereotype *cough* Ross dating a million people *cough* but we’re careful now. Why am I talking about myself in plural. But also the reason why Ross dated a million people didn’t come from the fact he’s bi at all, he was just a dick in high school. I didn’t connect those two things in my head.)

More piercings?? I kinda want to give her more piercings

And tattoos! She used to have some small ones, but I have since then deleted the files 🙃

Named after her grandma (Lynn) and great-grandma (Carrie)

She didn’t (and couldn’t) meet either of them...if you know, you know

Probably isn’t going to end up with Chris eventually, sorry Chris, you won’t even exist in the reboot

It’s not Carrie. It’s not Lynn. Use both her names or die. (Her words, not mine.)

Plays a violin. Terribly. On purpose. She’s actually really good though.

She was an entertainer originally but I think that when/if we get to her this time, I’ll try a newer career with her. Maybe I’ll want your input on that later.

She would be such great friends with Tyler. I’m so sad they couldn’t ever meet. She’d 100% be his favourite niece.

*takes notes to mayhaps make that possible in the reboot*

No, she won’t take off the hat

𝑨𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏

They/he

Originally, four years ago, I wanted them to be a trans guy, but I chickened out of it in the last minute because I was worried someone would say he doesn’t look trans enough...I’m sorry about thinking that way. I have learned since then.

He’s using they/he in this version to kinda reflect both who I originally wanted them to be in the legacy and who they were, if that makes any sense.

(yes they’re the sim that was called Anastasia previously but they don’t use it anymore so forget it)

I don’t remember much about him from the original legacy. They liked pirates and worked for a charity shop or something like that? Their girlfriend was an adoptive daughter of Malcolm Landgraab and Caleb Vatore. (thanks MCCC, and yes Caleb really wants to be included in all my legacies in some way, it’s his only goal and purpose in life).

Really close with Carrie Lynn

I changed his skintone because no one in their family has it anymore. Elizabeth had it, but I changed it, so I changed An’s skin as well.

𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒚𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏

Originally, for some reason the game made her thicker than her siblings, and I’m thankful for that because knowing 2017 me I’d be too much of a coward to make a plus sized sim myself.

With that being said, cc creators, could you please make your necklaces work on bigger sims?

I changed her traits but I already don’t remember what I gave her. One of them was from Eco Living.

I remember I originally said something like “she wants to be an architect but she hates maths”. So now she wants to be an architect and she actually doesn’t struggle with maths at all because that makes more sense.

Is she a genius? Are you a genius, Freya? 🤔

I can’t tell you much about her tbh. I have no memory of her left. I even memorized her face wrong whoops.

Hey look it’s midnight and also this post is becoming a trainwreck yay

It’s now 0.30 when I’m rereading this. Yay tomorrow will be fun, I wanna get up at 6am

𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝑹𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏

Yes it’s Faye but I changed her name and most of her appearance

It’s like when they replaced Flora with Terra in the terrible Winx live action. Minus whitewashing.

I now realize it’s really a Terra situation minus whitewashing here (what’s there to whitewash, Faye was already white), because I also made Frances a bit chubbier. Like they did with Flora/Terra.

(speaking of which I actually adjusted the bodies of all four of them)

I actually made her bit more tan than she used to be! Originally, all four kids took after Isaac, who is rather pale compared to Zoey. I also gave her Zoey’s eyecolour.

I really like the name Frances tbh

She kinda reminds me of that one girl from Mean Girls. Forgot her name. But you know the one.

“Hello LGBTQ community”

Yeah Faye/Frances has always given me big lesbian vibes so...

Again, I was a coward in 2017

She likes pink, sweets, cats and she’s lazy and that’s all I remember about her

We started this post with me saying “let me reintroduce you to these characters” but like to do that I’d have to actually still know something about them

Okay, so...the moral of this post is: don’t make posts when you’ve had too much coffee so you feel effects of that BUT at the same time you’re pretty tired already.

No, jokes aside, I’m really excited to explore these guys again someday.

Now I have to go do my daily writing because I forgot about it and I can’t skip a day and then I swear I’ll go to bed. Note to self, don’t drink that much coffee tomorrow.

#ts4 #sims 4 #raven legacy extra #carrie lynn raven #an raven #anastasia raven #(just for easier searching)#(when you'll be in the an tag and you'll want to see the old posts you can easily click on the old name)#(though i'll probably use it again when they're born in the game up until he decides to change it)#freya raven #frances raven #faye raven #(again same deal here with the difference that frances will always be frances from now on)

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Fools

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: literally pure fluff

word count: 4,021

a/n: I had the idea for this fic because I was doing a fun all-nighter in preparation for my ochem lab final today, and a song played during my morning hysteria called Fools by Lauren Aquilia, and well this idea was born. enjoy! :D also sorry for the heavy shouto content recently, i’ll be moving on to other characters LMAO

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There was something strange about being in love with someone when you didn’t recognize it.

Lingering gazes, soft laughter, and hesitant touches.

You were in love with Todoroki Shouto and there was nothing you could do about it. The way your heart hammered whenever you looked at him. The way he smiled when he looked at you took your breath away. The way he always seemed to wait specifically for you made your cheeks grow warm.

There was that time he forgot to bring an umbrella, and you couldn’t find yours, so you took on the pouring rain together. Shouto had his jacket lifted over both of your heads, as you both took down the road running.

His jacket over your heads was practically obsolete. The fat water drops kept hammering down on your bodies, soaking through your shirts and making the fabric cling to your bodies. Your laughter echoed through the air as people watched the two of you running by, their smiles widening as they observed your interactions. You were laughing so hard that your stomach hurt and tears were forming in your eyes. You missed the way he looked at you, his grin growing with every second as you finally stumbled into the train station.

Wet uniforms, wet hair, and bubbling laughter.

It was at that moment you realized how deep your feelings for Shouto were. It wasn’t something passable, and the way he grabbed your cold fingers to keep them warm made you freeze. His cheeks were still pinched into a smile as yours fell from your face, your heart hammering away as suddenly your skin felt like it was on fire.

His fragrance overwhelmed your senses suddenly, the deep earthy tones making your head lull as your laughter stopped. His eyes locked on yours suddenly, and you froze as the air felt magnetized. Your nerves were firing away, tingles and shivers flying through your body as his lips pursed. His tongue poked out from his mouth, licking his lips in nervous anticipation, and you watched with excited horror as he leaned in.

His hand still clutched yours, and you found yourself leaning in as well. Your eyes fluttering closed as you rose to your tiptoes.

“Y/L/N-CHAN! TODOROKI-KUN!” A voice that sounded like Mina shouted, and quickly the two of you shot apart.

The static in the air was gone.

“I have your umbrella! I grabbed it by mistake!” Mina laughed as she presented you with a clear umbrella in her hand.

“Thanks, Mina,” you sigh and take it.

“Was I interrupting something?” Mina asks although the tone in her voice states she’s perfectly aware of what she interrupted.

Do you confess?

Do you take that risk?

“Todoroki-kun had something on his face,” you mumble and Shouto immediately agreed with you.

So began the weird romance between the two of you.

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“Todoroki and y/l/n, you’re partners!” Midnight exclaimed as she looked up from her clipboard.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the class whispered in excitement as you stood up.

The Hero Course was taking dancing lessons to prepare for a large reception that was coming up. Hero work meant being able to participate in length at the various parties you’d be invited to, and that included being able to dance.

There was a concern that there was a larger number of males than females, so for the males, to be paired up with someone who wasn’t each other was a victory.

Soon enough, everyone was paired up, and you smiled up at Shouto.

“Hey there,” you say as his hand slips into yours. His other one rests onto the small of your back and your free hand takes its place onto his shoulder.

“Hi,” Shouto smiles down at you.

The instructions are given and the music plays. Chatter explodes throughout the room as everyone begins to dance. You laugh softly as you hear Bakugou yelling at Midoriya from the distance. Bakugou was complaining about if Midoriya didn't get his ‘shit’ together he would take the male part.

“Are we doing this right?” you whisper as you look down at the floor.

You hadn’t stepped on his feet yet and you were grateful. He was so close to you that if you got any closer you’d be pressed against him. His warm hand held yours reassuringly, and you continued praying to the gods that your hand wouldn’t sweat.

Again, his scent filled your nose and you struggled to keep calm as he guided you across the floor.

“I have no idea what we’re doing,” Shouto confesses with a chuckle. “I’m just copying Aoyama.”

You watch as Shouto nods his head towards the sparkling boy. You turn your head to look at Aoyama who is quite literally performing a dance epic with Mina. Of course, they would be the best dancers! Your amused laughter made Shouto smile wider, but it was gone by the time you looked back up.

“As much as I wish we could be that great, I don’t think we compare,” you admit as Shouto spins you around. You’re pulled back into him, but the yank is a bit too powerful and you stumble into his chest. His apologies are hushed as you forgive him immediately. Midnight’s voice yells at the two of you from the distance, and so you two go back to dancing.

Nearing the end of the lesson, Shouto’s long sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, as are yours. The two of you are completely lost in each other.

Maybe it was because the two of you worked well together in the field, maybe it was because there was something not said between the two of you, but you dance effortlessly with each other.

The conversation between you and Shouto was kept at a whisper as this dancing lesson had become a competition at the end. It was down to the final three, Shouto and you, Aoyama and Mina, and Bakugou and Midoriya.

How that last team had managed to stay in for so long was beyond all of you. Everyone swore they had begun swinging at each other at one point during the lesson, but their intense desire to win seemed to be pushing them forward.

Though, as you stared at Shouto, it dawned to the both of you how far into the competition you were in. The two of you had missed the initial beginning of the competition, so when they announced the final three, you two had been surprised.

Shouto’s hands were burning into your skin, electricity flowing from where he held you.

“You’re out!” Midnight declared, and an unconvinced shout from Bakugou and Midoriya made you laugh.

“They’re quite competitive,” you recognize as you rise onto your toes and Shouto spins you around effortlessly.

“They really are,” Shouto reflects with a nod. “I have to admit, I didn’t think we were going to get this far.”

“I think this means I can finally say to Mina that I’m as great of a dancer as hER!” You shrieked as you feel someone slam into you and you stumble into Shouto’s chest. He had been midstep and completely lost his balance as the two of you fall onto the ground.

His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, your fingers fisting into his shirt as the two of you collide onto the floor. Shouto’s body cushioned your fall, but now you’re sprawled on top of him.

Amused cheers and whistles sound from the peanut gallery at the situation that you and Shouto found yourself in. You push yourself up off him, your hand against his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart as your eyes are wide.

There’s something about this situation that makes you freeze.

Shouto’s hands still grasp onto your waist, his cheeks are a slight pink, and his tongue darts against his lips.

Your blood roars in your ears as you stare down at him, your body trembling as you wonder just what to do. You want to kiss him, you want nothing more than to grab his collar and slam this boys mouth against yours. You want him.

“Oi, y/n/n, stop fucking straddling icy hot and wait to get a fucking room!!” Bakugou roared from the sideline.

The spell is broken just like that.

Your eyes widen, even more, your face feels like it should be the color red as you see that you are in fact straddling Shouto. You jump to your feet and stumble back five meters as you try denying the teasing that has begun within your classmates.

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“So you and Todoroki-kun?” Hagakure teases as you come and slouch onto the couches where all the girls are sitting.

It was Saturday night. Which meant no school tomorrow and of course the weekly gossip session you girls had. It took no time for your hands to cover your face and the other girls pine in that they’re curious too.

“I swear to god,” Mina begins her hands clasped by her chin as she has a lovesick expression on her face. “I almost caught them kissing the other day! When I say I almost screamed, I almost screamed!”

“We were not going to kiss!” You deny as you shake your head.

“I caught y/n on her hands and knees in a hallway with Todoroki sitting down!” Uraraka inputs. “Deku-kun about died on the spot.”

“He wanted to try the soba noodles I had made! I was giving him one!” You defended yourself.

“Yeah, but what kind of fucking weirdo does it on her hands and knees? You shuffle over!” Jirou snorts as you slam your head against the armrest. “Besides in a hallway? That sounds super sketchy.”

“Shouto wanted to eat somewhere in private, and everything available outside was being used.” You mumble as you cover your face. “It’s not anything weird at all!”

“Did… did y/l/n-chan call Todoroki-san, Shouto?” Momo asks.

“She did.”

“SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU BEEN ON A FIRST NAME BASIS!” Voices scream at you as you want nothing more than the couch to swallow you whole.

“S-Since the dance lessons…”

“Well, she was straddling him in public for ten minutes,” Tsuyu sighs. “It makes sense.”

“I WAS NOT!” You cry embarrassed as resounding laughter rips through them all.

“Sweetie, you were on his lap for quite some time,” Hagakure giggles as your protesting moans only get louder. “It was not a fall and get up sort of thing! It was a fall, romantic stare and most likely eye sex, then you got up.”

“Good lord,” you sigh as you shake your head, unable to focus on anything anymore.

“I also caught them outside of her room last night! Had it not been for my cockblocking I’m pretty sure they were going to make out on the spot.” Mina sighs as she looks at her fingers.

“We were not going to make out!” You insist as you shake your head. “We went out last night and he was just walking me to my room! Plus he had a question about something personal.”

“Yeah, a question about if you want his mouth everywhere on your body,” Jirou cackles which makes everyone scream. Everyone’s talking at once now, details of your fooled romance being exposed. No one was listening to your protests and every revealed story sent you feeling more and more embarrassed. Were you this obvious?

“Y/n?” Shouto’s voice calls at you, and you whip around so hard you swear you nearly break your neck.

“Shouto!” You squeak as the girls go quiet, everyone turning to face the two of you. The girls had knowing yet neutral faces on, and you wanted nothing more than to tell them to leave.

“I’m going to be studying tonight if you wanted to join me?”

Your eyes snap to Hagakure who lets out a strained laugh.

“S-Sure, what time?” You ask trying to ignore how six pairs of eyes locked onto your body.

“I’ll come to get you?” Shouto suggests, his hands shoving into his pockets, and a kind smile on his face.

“Sounds perfect to me,” you agree with a grin.

Shouto nods and waves, saying a soft goodbye as he left the common space.

You stayed frozen for a bit, your eyes focused on his retreating form. Your eyes shift to the girls as they begin chattering again. They raved about the intense and undeniable chemistry between the two of you. You roll your eyes as you look back towards Shouto’s retreating figure only to see that he’s looking back at you. Like that, your breath is stolen from your lungs.

“If you don’t confess your feelings to Todoroki-kun, you can’t complain when I finally get enough points to seduce him!” Mina shoves you, and you blink, almost confused as you sink back onto the couch.

“I think…” You whisper as they stare at you. “I think I do like him.”

“Girl, if you noticed that now you’re only two years late.”

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Three Weeks Later

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You lay on Shouto’s floor. The math textbook was in your hands as you stared at the different functions that only seemed to confuse you. Math was such a bittersweet subject for you. More often than not you either completely understood the material or you didn’t at all.

“Why do we need to learn calculus?” You groan as the derivative function swam in your brain. “I’m not going to need to know how to do this? My quirk isn’t Calculus!”

“Because it makes us competent and good students,” Shouto chuckles as he writes on his notes. “You understood last week’s lesson better than I did, and it was much harder than this weeks.”

“That’s because I didn’t drink any dumb bitch juice last time,” you quip with a chuckle.

“Okay, what is it that you don’t understand?” Shouto says as he places his pencil down.

Calloused fingers brush against your own as he takes the textbook from you, and you pout as Shouto pats the empty mat next to him. Groaning, you sit up and shuffle next to him.

“I think I have a good enough understanding to get you to understand this,” Shouto says as he writes out one of the problems on a blank sheet of paper. “Try it out, let’s see what you’re doing.”

“Yes, sir!” You salute playfully, your eyes closed as you grin.

Opening them you focus back in on the paper, your eyes staring at the first problem and your brain shrivels.

“This is going to be a long night for you,” you laugh awkwardly as you lean towards the paper, pencil in hand.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind staying up.”

The words are innocent, they’re words from a friend willing to help another out. Yet your stomach tumbles as if he had promised you something grand. You had to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Ignore the way your skin warmed where his breathing hit your shoulder. Math was the best distraction so you began working on the problem.

So it turned out that you had no idea what you were doing as you had properly predicted. Your embarrassed chatter as you tried to defend your thinking made Shouto laugh as he shifted closer to you. That was a mistake, his chest pressed softly against your back, and his voice was a whisper in your ear.

Your stomach began to tangle into a knot as he explained what to do.

His arm was on the table; his pencil pointing and writing in what you were doing wrong.

This was a mistake.

You couldn’t focus.

Shouto’s voice was soft and spun in your mind. His body pressed too sweetly against yours, so you found yourself staring at him instead of the paper.

The math was long forgotten in your mind as you stared at his face, your eyes flicker to his lips and you feel drawn in. You wanted nothing more than to grab the collar of his t-shirt and press a scorching kiss to his mouth.

Would Shouto let you?

Would he let you kiss him silly? Let you ruin a friendship that the two of you had worked so hard to sustain?

Could you ruin it all and love like fools?

“The math problem isn’t on my face, y/n.”

Your eyes widen as you jump startled, you whip back around towards the problem in front of you. Your cheeks blazing as you mumble an apology. Why you had suddenly shied away, you had no idea. The need for you to confess your feelings had never felt this important. It had never made you feel out of breath as you were now.

“Why were you staring at me? Was I not explaining it well enough?”

“No, you were, sorry! I spaced out, can you explain again, please? I’m so sorry!”

Shouto chuckles as he nods, his eyebrows raise as he motions back to the paper. You concentrate this time as he explains it to you. His body leaning onto yours as you did another sample problem, and it clicked.

Your arms shot up in excitement as you celebrated this unlocked knowledge. Twisting around you threw your arms around Shouto’s neck. You were very excited as words spilled from your mouth as you tackled him to the ground.

His words were kind to you, congratulating you on successfully getting the answer. You felt his hands dragging up and down your spine in fluid movements, and you push away. Your hands planted by his head as you grinned.

It was then you realized the predicament of your position, and your joy died as you stared down at his soft gaze.

Shouto’s hand raised as he tucked a few pieces of hair out of your face and you trembled slightly.

“I knew you would be able to get it,” he whispers to you. His smile remained proud on his face as you gulped nervously.

Speak up now.

Your lips part and Shouto’s eyes fall down to your lips.

The drumming sound of your heartbeat in your ears and the rushing sound of the blood makes you bite down on your lip.

You let out a shaky breath, your shoulders tense as you lean down closer. You were ready to put yourself out there and you were going dizzy as he stretched up. You’re ready to kiss Shouto, to finally be able to confess your feelings for the boy who held your heart.

The space between the two of you is diminishing, and you watch as his eyes shut tightly. His breathing hits your face. The warm air fans against your skin in a way that makes a shiver go down your spine.

Centimeters are left and you feel your mouth ghost against his.

“Yo, Todoroki, do you have my manga-- oh my god!”

Sero’s voice cuts through the fog that had been placed over the two of you. You tumble off of Shouto’s lap, your knee banging against the table and you curse as Shouto sits up.

“I can totally come back later, bro! Lock your door next time though!” Sero laughs, his cheeks reddening as you push yourself to your feet.

“It’s fine,” Shouto waves him off as he stands. “You weren’t interrupting anything. Which manga did you need?”

Those words stab at your hammering heart and your eyes fall to the abandoned calculus textbook on the table. Sero wasn’t interrupting anything? The room is awkwardly stiff as Shouto finds the manga volume that Sero had come to find.

“Alright, thanks, man!” Sero chirps as he grabs the manga volume from Shouto. “I’ll, uh, leave you two to it! Just so you know, that the walls aren’t that thick? I can hear things when you’re being louder than normal volume.”

Your eyes fall to Sero’s retreating figure as Shouto is walking him out. “No need to worry,” you say as you take your notebook and textbook in your hand. “I’m actually done for the night, so um, goodnight Sero-kun, Todoroki.” You curtly nod as you push through the two friends.

“Y/n?” Shouto calls for you, and you can feel that his hand just missed your wrist. You don’t look back though; your feelings stupidly hurt as you choose to wave and continue down the hall.

Racing down the staircase, you opened the door to the fourth floor. Your brows were furrowed as you opened the door to your room. Turning on the light, you entered the room. Placing your study materials onto your desk, you picked up your phone.

Whenever you studied with Shouto you never brought your phone with you. That was because you never got bored or had the temptation to be on it around him.

Opening the messaging app, you looked at the sent messages. They were betting on how tonight would be the night something happened.

mina: no offense ladies but if he doesnt make a move on y/n soon ill literally date her instead

tsu: I thought you had a thing for todoroki though?

mina: I can’t make moves on him now!!!!!!

you: something almost happened but lol no

jirou: f

uraraka: f

momo: Oh no, what happened?

you: sero came over when we were about to kiss & my feelings got hurt LOL so i left

hagakure: i was gonna say!!!!!!! She’s typically in his room until 2 am!!!!! How do we know they’re not dating, that’s all i have to say about it

you: :/ i really almost got a kissed and then he said he wasn’t doing anything important

uraraka: oh on :( i can float his bed out of the earth?

mina: do you want a hug??????

you: nah, it’s okay i was probably forcing myself onto him anyways & i would like a hug rn :(

It took three seconds and then there was a knock on the door.

Your eyes flickered over to the door and you were confused.

When did Mina ever knock?

Walking over, you opened the door and came face to chest with Shouto.

“S-Shouto?!” You squeak as you stare up at the boy. His eyes are wide, almost frantic as if there was a major realization within him. “Are you okay?” You ask, your hurt feelings ignored.

“You like me.” He asserts.

“Excuse me?!”

“I like you, too,” Shouto says as he shakes his head, his fingers running through his hair. “I fucking like you, y/n. I had always assumed that you didn’t have feelings for me, but you almost kissed me and--”

You silenced him by pressing your lips against his.

Your lips glided against his own, the smooth friction of your dancing lips made your heart pound. You were on your tiptoes as you kissed him, and Shouto’s arms wrapped around your waist. He drew you nearer and you grasped at his collar.

Fireworks exploded in your mind, and electricity danced between your lips.

Shouto’s head tilts to the right, allowing deeper access to his moving lips. You let out a small gasp as your mind spins. It’s overwhelming you, and you want even more. Your arms move to wrap around his neck as he hums softly against your mouth.

“Ya know, I was trying to comfort my best friend, but I feel like someone beat me to it,” Mina sighs and you break apart from Shouto. Your lips feel numb with pleasure, your eyes finding it hard to focus. “Seems like you both have stopped being weird about this?”

“Mina…” you whisper embarrassed. Shouto doesn’t pull away from you, and your arms remain around his neck.

“Remember if you’re going to be freaky, move the bed to the center of the room!” Mina teases as she sends the two of you a wink. “Have fun, lovebirds.” With that, she left.

“Lovebirds,” Shouto repeats. “Does that mean I can ask you to be my girlfriend?”

The grin that twists onto your face sends butterflies to his stomach as you nod.

“It does,” you affirm as you touch your mouth back against his. Shouto returns the kiss as eagerly as the two of you walk blindly into your room. Your lips never once disconnecting.

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ourimpavidheroine · 3 years

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You always post your writing soundtracks. Mind sharing your top ten albums with us?

I actually laughed when I read this because I’m thinking of the Anon who complained that all of my music was OLD. I mean. I’m old! What did you expect?

Never mind me, I’m easily amused. Thank you for using the word album so I would not feel like Lady Danbury with my lethal cane.

Yes, sure I can do that! I don’t know that these are my forever and ever amen top ten, but they are the ones that are coming to mind right now. So.

Under a cut, it’s long.

In no particular order.

Brutal Youth - Elvis Costello

My ex-husband was in love with Elvis Costello and who could blame him? The man is a genius lyricist. This is not one of his more commercially popular albums but I love every single track. (I also lined up at Ticketmaster in Oakland, CA when the man was touring in order to get tickets for my ex. I got there at midnight and spent the night, meeting a group of drag queens who were getting tickets to see Barbara Streisand. God, that was a fun night, we ate donuts one of them went on a donut run for and sang showtunes for hours. One of my favorite memories.) This verse, from Clown Strike, is one that has resonated with me since I first heard it.

Tell me what you want of me Or are you terrified of failure? You put on a superstitious face Behind all this paraphernalia We're not living in a masquerade Where you only have three wishes It isn't easy to see In a lifetime of mistaken kisses

Unrepentant Geraldines - Tori Amos

I remember the first time I heard a Tori Amos song. It was the summer directly after I’d graduated from college, I was driving my ex-husband’s car and Silent All These Years came on the radio and I was just fucking gobsmacked. I bought Little Earthquakes that day and haven’t looked back. I have all her albums. I am a big, big fan.

Unrepentant Geraldines, though. God. It came out the year before my wife died and it got me through her death. The song Weatherman is about a man losing his wife, and how he sees her in the nature surrounding him.

And.

No, sorry, I can’t write more about this, not right now. But I sing it to her sometimes.

He is not a weatherman But his bride lies with the land And she will whisper to him I'll be dressing up in snow Cloaked in echo it's almost As if only Nature knows How to paint his wife to life With every season's tone "One more look from her eyes One more look can you paint her back to life"

Ray of Light - Madonna

This album got me through my divorce from my ex-husband. I’d go out every single day during my lunch hour, this on my walkman, and walk and walk and walk until I got myself in enough control to go back and finish my work day. It’s a great album and I still listen to it a lot. It empowers me. And then my daughter was born and Ray of Light has always been her song to me, even though that wasn’t the song on the album that Madonna herself wrote for her daughter.

Faster than the speeding light she's flying Trying to remember where it all began She's got herself a little piece of heaven Waiting for the time when Earth shall be as one And I feel like I just got home And I feel And I feel like I just got home And I feel

Seven and the Ragged Tiger - Duran Duran

This one was a difficult choice. For one thing, I really love their album Big Thing, which almost nobody’s heard about but one I love deeply. This one though...I think it’s the memories, including going to see them at the Oakland Coliseum with my cousin during their tour for this album and finding out they were partially filming the video for The Reflex that night. I like to think of us as being one of those girls in the audience. (Although I wasn’t screaming. I am a Capricorn. Have some dignity.) Duran Duran were responsible for my first fanfic and I’ve had a love for them since my Dad bought me their first album for my 13th birthday. I am nothing if not loyal. I have all of their early albums, all of their 12″ singles, too, including Secret Oktober, which I have always loved with a passion.

Also, Roger Taylor can still get it.

Freefall on a windy morning shore nothing but a fading track of footsteps Could prove that you never been there Spoken on a cotton cloud like the sound of gunshot taken by the wind And lost in distant thunder racing on a shining plain And tomorrow you'll be content to watch as the lightning plays along the wires and you'll wonder

Touch - Eurythmics

Another band I still love and listen to on the regular. Annie Lennox could sing me the telephone book and I’d be thrilled. Seeing her at age 14 in the Sweet Dreams video for the first time in my Grandmother’s living room quite literally woke something in me that led to moving across the world for a woman years later. (GOD.) I have all of their albums and choosing a favorite is difficult but this one won by a narrow margin, if only for the song Regrets, which is one of the songs that describes me until I became a mother, really. Like I RESONATED with that song. Still does in certain ways, if I am being truthful to myself.

I've got a delicate mind I've got a dangerous nature And my fist collides With your furniture I've got a delicate mind I've got a dangerous nature And my fist collides With your furniture I'm an electric wire And I'm stuck inside your head

Combat Rock - The Clash

Ah, teenage Impavid first understanding that music can also be political. Listen, I didn’t know much about what was going on outside of my own miniscule sphere - I was young and the internet didn’t exist yet. We got what news we got from our local paper and TV stations and they weren’t really reporting on what was happening in the world, not in 1982, let me fucking assure you. I got this album because my Dad was a part time DJ at a radio station that played mostly country music and the general manager of the station would just toss the rest of the non-country albums they’d get as promotions. My Dad would bring them home to me to listen to. You can imagine thirteen year old me listening to this album that opened with “This is a public service announcement - with guitars!” going WHAT THE FUCK? Let me just say there were a lot of trips to the library to read various newspapers after that.

Not to mention Rock the Casbah. What was a muezzin? I had no idea. I spent half a year reading books about Islam, about the Middle East and Northern Africa, which led to a curiosity about other religions beyond the Roman Catholicism in which I’d been raised, about other cultures as well. This album and The Color Purple by Alice Walker were the two things in my teen years that woke me the fuck up.

Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin' to the top The sheik he drove his Cadillac He went a' cruisin' down the ville The muezzin was a' standing On the radiator grille

Synchronicity - The Police

This fucking album. This fucking album. This album reached deep down into me and pulled out my soul and kicked it around for awhile. Every single song on this album hit me like a brick wall. Still does. Most likely always will.

Listen, you either like King of Pain or you live it. There’s no in between.

There's a little black spot on the sun today It's the same old thing as yesterday There's a black hat caught in a high tree top There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain. I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign, But it's my destiny to be the king of pain...

Sign O’ The Times - Prince

The soundtrack to my University days. Jesus, it starts out with “In France a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name,” and it just keeps going. Pain, sex, wonder, glory, politics, love. It’s all there. I wore the vinyl out on this one. Amazing, amazing album. In fact, I still play it so often my kids practically know it by heart, and they don’t even like Prince!

To this day I think If I Was Your Girlfriend is the sexiest song ever written.

I will tell you this much: Sayuri’s main writing soundtrack song is Starfish and Coffee off the album, the same song I used to sing my kids as a lullaby. This should tell you a lot about her.

Cynthia wore the prettiest dress With different color socks Sometimes I wondered if the mates where in her lunchbox Me and Lucy opened it when Cynthia wasn't around Lucy cried, I almost died, U know what we found? Starfish and coffee Maple syrup and jam Butterscotch clouds, a tangerine And a side order of ham If U set your mind free, honey Maybe you'd understand Starfish and coffee Maple syrup and jam

Nina Simone Sings The Blues - Nina Simone

This was one of my Daddy’s albums. He loved it and so did I. As a child I just loved the sound of her voice - something in it both soothed me and pulled at me, made me want to run and just keep running. She still makes me feel like that. If you don’t know Nina Simone I urge you to change that, right now. There’s nobody at all like her. She’s irreplaceable. All of her material is good, not just her blues songs. Not to mention, she was an absolute brilliant genius at the piano, never mind the strength she had as a Black woman in a time when doors were shut in her face on a daily basis. Seriously. Read about her.

When I became a woman, of course, her songs took on a much deeper meaning for me, one that I could relate to. Isn’t that the hallmark of a good album, though? One that stays with you and changes with you? I think so.

If you’ve never heard her cover of I Put A Spell On You then do yourself a favor and go right now and listen. You’re welcome.

Oh and Buck from this album? Nuo to Wing, right there.

Also one of the sexiest songs ever written, this one. Especially how she sings it. The Hot Frenchman (have I ever told you about The Hot Frenchman? no? OH BOY THERE’S A STORY) told me he thought it was about drugs and I was like, honey, this tells me a whole lot about you, more than you probably wanted it to.

I want a little sugar In my bowl I want a little sweetness Down in my soul I could stand some lovin' Oh so bad I feel so funny and I feel so sad I want a little steam On my clothes Maybe I can fix things up So they'll go Whatsa matter Daddy Come on, save my soul I need some sugar in my bowl I ain't foolin' I want some sugar in my bowl

I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got - Sinéad O’Connor

This is a beautiful album, full of pain and joy, her hallmark. She sings every single word with everything in her; she’s far too intense for many, many people (and while she’s been open with her mental health struggles I’ve often wondered if she isn’t somewhere on the spectrum as well) but never for me. Her raw honesty has always appealed to me. She’s political, she’s a lover, a mother, a survivor of horrific abuse, someone who keeps reinventing herself as a way to find her way through pain. I always feel, when I am listening to her music, that I am bearing witness. I’m not afraid of pain; I’ve survived it as well. This album, one of her oldest, is still my favorite.

The line “You used to hold my hand when the plane took off” is the most evocative lyric I have ever heard with regards to the ending of love. It’s a punch to the heart - she felt it and she shared it with us, her fragile heart in her palms. Oh, Sinéad.

This is the last day of our acquaintance I will meet you later in somebody's office I'll talk but you won't listen to me I know what your answer will be I know you don't love me anymore You used to hold my hand when the plane took off Two years ago there just seemed so much more And I don't know what happened to our love

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“Tiny Lights of Hope”

OOC: First of all, I would love to thank the Anon who put an Ask message about this! Little do you all know, I have been thinking of doing a story concept of this one day. And now this Anon has greatly motivated me.

I hope you all will enjoy! And again, Thank you, lovely! I will try to get in more stories written qq and Art things for Luze/Luka!

(OOC: A story that takes place in Luka’s perspective when both Luka and Luze were around 7 to 8 human years old. Or maybe 10. Depending on what you guys might think from reading this.

Fun fact that I might be so wrong about. Their names apparently means “Light” in different languages. Luka means Light in Latin. Luze might come from Luz, a word that also means Light in Portugal (Spanish??).

So, hence the title. Did their mother think that they were the lights of her life?) Feat. Luze Crosszeria

🎵 - (Music to read through this)

The Crosszeria family has been labeled as traitors among Duras and Demons alike, creating a harsh life style for those who live by the crosses embedded on their left arm. Such a cruel fate can’t be escaped especially those young innocent victims that are born unto the world of Infernus.

Amongst those young victims are Luka and Luze Crosszeria. As they began to grow older within their small age, the more they realize what their lives are like. Cold, isolated, and restricted.

When little Luze began to understand bits and pieces about his family line, he was downtrodded and heartbroken. Fragile as he was compared to his older twin when they were really young, he began to break down in tears. Luka, being the older sibling between the two, sensed something was amiss and approached Luze. He manages to calm him down, but he also realizes and reassures him that they were the only things they had: Each other.

Venture on through the tiny perspectives that children have to offer through Luka’s journey to take care of his young twin. There are always ways where even being stuck in a cage brings out curiosity and longing for adventure. This is just one possible way to display their closeness like a calm before a storm.

The storm raged on outside of Infernus. It wasn’t that bad of a weather to look at. I am just glad that it wasn’t raining outside, or else the windows that were opened in my room would already be shut closed. I am not planning on having my room wet ...

I just love looking at the white lines that stretched in the skies. I wondered if the sky would crack and fall, creating a different colored view rather than the deep blood red we have every day in Infernus. What would the sky look like if it was a different color? I stretched out my hand as my palm faced upward. I sighed. It made me wonder.

I crossed my arm on the window sill and rest my head on top of them. The breeze gently flew as the flash continued. I closed my eyes for just a few moments. I felt like I was going to be drifted away from the wind blowing against me.

Suddenly, my heart felt a little uneasy. I turned around just to see what was behind me. Nothing but the dark room. But it wasn’t totally dark. Through the crack of the door that is slightly opened, I saw a dim light. Could it be coming from the room next door to me?

Did something happened to Luze? I pushed myself from the window sill and made my way out of the room to his room. As I stepped in the middle of the hallway, I heard small whimpering.

My steps picked up the pace as I walked a little faster, worried. I went in front of his room and reached my hand to his door. I pushed the door slowly and gently so he doesn’t get scared. The whimpering grew louder. Then it turned into soft sobs. I took a peek as the door made a low creak.

“Luze?” I said softly. I opened the door more slowly and more wider. The first thing that I saw that made my heart sink was seeing Luze on top of his bed, sitting but curled up as he burrowed his head on his knees. I walked towards him as I saw his body tremble from each sob that came out. I gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

He was caught by surprised as he gasped a little. His face was streaming down with tears as his eyes looked a frightened. “Nii-san.” “It’s okay. It’s me.” I said. I sat on the side of the bed and looked at him concerned. “Are you okay? I heard you in the middle of the hallway.”

Luze shook his little head and looked down in front of him. He sniffed as he tried to wipe his tears away. “I don’t know ... I don’t know what to feel anymore ...” “What do you mean?” I rubbed his back slowly. Luze tried to hold many tears back but I can tell that he wanted to cry some more. “Take your time. I’m here.”

Luze looked up to me and calmed down a bit. But then he looked away once again. The same sorrowful eyes. “Nii-san ... Why do people hate us?”

I gazed at him surprised. It was a question I couldn’t answer but just look sad at him. I didn’t want to say the obvious answer to him: It’s because we’re Crosszeria. Our family has been put to shame for about years now. I’ve lost track. But I heard from my mom that someone in our family broke the rules and so the burden came to all of us. And burdens are a heavy thing to deal with, or so I hear.

“... People look at me weird.” Luze began to say. “Every time I would go outside, there are people on the outer walls that stare at me ... It’s as if ...” He started sniff again and tears built up. “I did something wrong.” His hands curled into fists and covered his eyes as he tried to block his tears. He sobbed once more. “It’s sometimes scary ... I don’t know why it hurts to see them stare at us like that ...” I felt helpless as he sat there, broken and fragile. I had swore I felt tears built up from my own eyes. But I held them back as he continued to cry. “Why does everyone hate us? Do they really hate us?”

“Luze ...” I said as I whispered. “Please don’t cry ...” I couldn’t help as tears began to build up but they didn’t fall. My eyes began to be blurry as I climbed on top of his bed and sat next to him. I pulled him into a hug as I felt his body shaking. I laid his head on top of my neck. I felt his arms wrap around me as he continued to cry. The thunder outside covered his cries as the night continued.

I wish there was a way to tell him ... I really do. I couldn’t stand seeing my little twin brother feeling this way. Even though we are twins, he is still little at heart. I want him to be happy. I didn’t want him to be upset. I want both of us to be happy.

And that’s where an idea hit me.

As I continued to embrace him, I rubbed his back to calm him down. His cries began to slowly calm down into sobs. It grew quieter and quieter until all I heard were small hiccups. “Is it true though ...?” Luze asked again quietly. “... No. I don’t think so.” I answered back. “I don’t know either. I sometimes think it’s scary too. But ... I think it’s best that we try to ignore them. We can always look away from them and pay attention to what we have, right?” I looked to him as his head was still against me. “We don’t need them. Right?” I felt his head slowly nod on my neck. I held him tighter and closed my eyes. “It’s okay, Luze. I’m here.”

I opened my teary eyes and gazed at the window outside. I wondered for a little bit as the skies outside seem to taunt our lives. Maybe ... Just maybe there is a way for our freedom. Not for all of our family. But maybe ... For just the both of us. If there is a way, then I will find a way.

“N-Nii-san.” Luze said quietly in the middle of his hiccups. He gently pushed himself off of me and wiped his tears with one curled hand. “Y-you don’t mind if you sleep with me tonight? ... I’m tired ...” I shook my head and smiled. I put my hand on his head and petted him. “Of course I don’t mind. We’re brothers, aren’t we?” It was at that moment that he quickly recovered and looked at me with gleeful eyes. The eyes that I want to see from this mess. He nodded happily and smiled back with his left over teary eyes.

The night went on as the storm died down in the distance. There was no flash. When we started to lay down and sleep, Luze was already down and out resting on top of my arm. He slept sound asleep with soft snores. I looked at him and can’t help but brushed his bangs away from his forehead. He was the better sleeper than me and sometimes it makes me jealous.

I looked to the window once more as the wind outside began to howl. The noise made me drift off to sleep as it sang through the cracks in the window. My eyes slowly close shut and I felt my body going into a full sleep.

Tomorrow, I have an idea to cheer Luze up from all of this. And I hope he doesn’t mind going a little far from our home.

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I think it has been a couple or more hours or so. But I started to feel my eyes open by itself. I really hate when it happens. I just want to have a peaceful sleep. But I guess it’s too late. I was probably excited about my idea.

What time was it? It feels like it’s midnight. I looked around the room with my tired eyes. I tried to move my arm that Luze was sleeping on only to find out that my arm probably fell asleep. It felt weird as I try to curl my hand into a fist, but my fingers can’t move. I wanted to wake him up but I don’t want to interrupt his sleeping.

But maybe now is the time because everyone else inside the keep might all be sleeping at this time. Or so I hope they all are.

I look to Luze as he continued to sleep. I began to nudge him a little then a little more to wake him up. “Luze. Hey.” He was still knocked out. I began to poke at his cheek. “Luze.” I swore I heard him moan a little as he turned away but thankfully my arm was free. But it felt more weirder as it felt tingly. I tried to put myself upright with my numb arm but instead I laid my other arm over him to the point where most of my body was fully on top of him like a blanket. “Luze!” I whispered loudly. “... You’re heavy.” He tiredly said still with his eyes closed.

“Oh, sorry.” I said as I barely lifted myself up away from him. Am I really that heavy compared to him? I thought we were the same size. Luze lifted himself and sat up as he rubbed his eyes with one hand. His voice was a little sleepy as he yawned. “Did something happen?” I rubbed his head with my hand and he perked up, surprised. I smiled beaming at him. “I want to show you something. And it’s from outside, outside.” “Eh?” Luze blinked twice. “Isn’t it late? Outside too?” “I know. But just follow me.” I quickly crawled out of bed and made my way to the door. “Nii-san! Wait! Why outside? It’s too dark!” As I reached halfway to the door, I peeked halfway inside his room and hurriedly beckoned him with my hand. “Come on!”

Luze was hesitant as he couldn’t decide on what to do. I have already disappeared from his view. He looked back and forth as if someone inside his room would give an answer. But within a few moments, he decided to crawl out of bed and hurriedly dash out of his room to keep up with me. “W-Wait for me!”

He knew it was the wrong decision, but he was also the curious one than me. And I am glad he chose to follow me because of it.

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Lesser Duras howled in the night within the black forest. The trees were thankfully tall enough to block most of the view from our keep so that no one can see us. We continued in front of us and the unseen road seem to swallow us deeper in its blackness. I felt my arm being held tighter by Luze as he followed closely behind clinging to me.

He looked around nervously. “N-Nii-san ... I am not sure about this ...” I looked to him halfway as we kept walking. “You’re the one that followed me.” “Well that’s because you told me to!” Another howl from a Lesser Duras came. He winced and quickly held onto me again. I wanted to laugh at his reaction but I knew how he was so I held back.

“Where are we going, by the way?” “Trust me.” We had reached to a good spot where everything seem to be almost completely black and in the middle of everything. “Okay. I want you to stay here while I come back. Okay?” “Wait, w-what?” Luze sound frightened. I put my finger into a hush position near my lips. “Just sit tight. I will be right back. I promise.” I put my hand on his shoulder and Luze lowered down near the trees and sat by it. I backed up a bit and smiled a little then went inside the forest to gather what I want to show him.

Time passed by. Seconds after seconds. I wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Seconds then to minutes. Thankfully, not even an hour passes as it was still minutes. How long will you say it has been?

Luze began to become worried. He sat up to his knees and tried to look deep where I had ran into. I haven’t come back in awhile. I felt bad being gone for so long, but there was just something that made it difficult to make me come back as fast as I could. “Nii-san?” He stood up slowly. “Where are you?” Luze took a few steps forward. It was dead quiet. “If you’re still there, this isn’t funny! We should go back! W-What if mom finds out that we aren’t in the room?”

Silence.

“LUKA!!” He shouted as he closed his eyes tightly.

Just then, Luze heard rustling in the grass right in front of him. He was about to cry a little until he saw me coming faintly from the distance. My hands were curled in front of me as I huffed and ran to him. Luze didn’t know if he should feel mad or glad to see me again. But whatever he was feeling, he was running to meet me with a worried expression. “What were you doing? You were gone for a long time!”

I tried to catch my breath as I stopped in front of him “I know, I know. I’m sorry about that. But at least I’m here right now, right?” Luze was about to puff his face in anger until he saw that my hands were still in front of me, still curled up. “Did something happen to your hand?” he said.

I shook my head. “This is something I want to show you. Ready?” Luze paused for a moment and stared at me. He leaned closer and eyed my clasped hands inches and inches closer. As I put both of my hands in front of him, I slowly began to open them. Something glowed brighter as my hands released.

A handful of pyreflies escaped my hands and flew upward. Luze backed up a little bit but was surprised and amazed at the same time. He gasped a little as the little lights almost passed his face as they floated. I looked at his face and smiled a little. He beamed brightly as he tried to reach for them, arms stretched high and jumping a little to catch them. “Whoa! What are they?” Luze said as he gazed upwards to them. I looked up. “They’re pyreflies. They are the ones that lead people to them. But you have to be extra careful.” I warned him and he looked back at me. “They can also lead you to nowhere and maybe even get you lost.”

Luze looked worried but at the same time, he seem interested. “How do you know so much about them? I’ve never seen them before.” “Let’s just say I have been here a couple of times when you fell asleep. I asked mom about them too.” “Oh.” He blinked twice. “Wait. You went out here by yourself and told mom about them?” I rubbed the back of my head as I stared away from Luze. “Don’t ... Tell mom about this, please.” As usual, he was always worried about me since I am always up to no good. But he agreed and nodded his head.

He looked to the sky once more as the pyreflies were almost gone from our sight. I stared up too for a little bit then back to Luze. He was too focused to notice I was looking at him. Then, a small smirk came across my face. “Hey, Luze.” “Huh?” He looked back at me. “Think fast!”

I quickly tackled at him and pushed both of us to the ground. He yelped a little bit as we both hit the ground. I held him tight as he was struggling to get out of my tight hold. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Luze began to laugh right after I did and we both wrestled each other on top of the soft grass.

It wasn’t a moment too soon that I let go of him and we both were left facing upward towards the darkened red sky now turned black. We laughed for quite awhile until we started to calm down a bit. Luze turned around to lay his stomach on the ground. I put my arms underneath my head and gazed up as the white pyreflies now looked like stars above with the rest of the red stars. “Did you know? Our names means ‘Light’?” I said suddenly. “Does it?” Luze wondered. “Yeah. I think mom told me. She even said because of that, we were the ‘lights of her life’.” “What does that mean?” “She said it means that we were ‘special’.”

Luze began to think. “Special ...” He rested his chin on top of his crossed arm laying flat on the grass. “Are we really that special though ...?” I shrugged a little bit. “I think about that too. But if it makes mom happy, I don’t mind being called special. Whatever that means.” I giggled a little. He looked at me then back down. He smiled a little and giggled at the same time. “You’re right.”

We both started to lay down on top of the grass and tried to take a nap. I was thinking for a little bit and gave out a sigh. Luze laid down with his back towards the sky, the soft grass making him comfortable. The breeze blew gently passed us as the leaves from the trees rustled. It seems like the Lesser Duras that howled began to sleep. It was really quiet.

“Hey, Luze.” I said as I broke the silence. “Hmm?” He opened his eyes. “... Let’s escape. From Infernus. Just you and I.”

“Huh?” He lifted himself up a little to look at me surprised. “What do you mean?” “I want to leave this place. There has to be another world out there that I keep hearing about too. The Surface, was it?” I reached my hand to the sky as I did when the storm happened way earlier. “I want to see if there is a different colored sky. Maybe it’s brighter and more colorful. You know? But also ...” I clenched my hand into a fist as if I caught something and put it down gently. “I don’t want to be trapped anymore with sadness. I want to be a different person. Not a Crosszeria. And I want to be able to do that if we can get a chance to escape and runaway from all of this. I want both of us to be happy.”

Luze stared at me for a little bit and started to wonder as he looked to the grass in front of him. He looked at me again but with a wry little smile, confused. “How are we going to do that though? Aren’t we stuck here forever?” I turned myself around to the same position as he was, laying down on my front side on the grass. “We might be for now. But not forever. I’ll find us a way out. And maybe ... I will find a way to let every one of us be happy.”

He looked at me with doubt. I understood his expression as he looked away from me all sad once again. He was unsure about all of this even though he was the one that got upset from the beginning. I didn’t want anything like that to happen to us again. Moments passed as he looked at me again but this time, he seemed a little determined. Even though he might be unsure about my idea and it might be really hard than saying it out loud, but he knew right away to trust me.

I will make sure that both of us will get out of here for good. No more anger, no more sadness.

“Is that a promise?” Luze said. He reached his hand out through the grass to me. “I want everyone to be free and happy too.” I looked to him and nodded. I reached my hand out and laid it on top of his.

“That’s a promise ...”

#OOC: God. Going into child perspective is a little tricky #Unheard Words #Answered Letters #Luze #Luze Crosszeria #Luka #Luka Crosszeria #Forsaken Twin #Uraboku #Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru #Betrayal knows my name

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charlies-crashcourses · 5 years

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Charlie’s College Crash Course #1: How to write a 10-page paper in 1 day

Background info first: I’m in the last year of my English undergrad degree and I’ve had to write at least 3 dozen 10+ page papers in that time. That being said, I’ve never once started writing a paper more than a few days in advance, and 9 times out of 10 I go for one day only. Honestly, this should be considered my trademark at this point because after all my high school AP courses and my English degree, it’s been going on 7 years of 1 day papers.

and so, dear friends, I would like to pass on this skill to you all. I should mention, none of this will work if you’re not already pretty solid on paper writing, i.e. if you only ever get C’s on your papers now this isn’t magically going to get you up to an A with one day. This is just to streamline the process, allowing for more time for other things or, more commonly, allowing you to not freak the fuck out when you realize the deadline is tonight at midnight and you’ve procrastinated all month on the final paper for your class.

(I should also mention that I’m currently procrastinating a 2.5k word paper due tomorrow night that I’ve only read one of two books for, so. There’s that.)

Anyway, without further ado, here we fucking go:

Step 1: Prep for the Day

this is going to be a marathon, not a sprint, so make sure you prep the day accordingly. Ideally, you’d wake up before noon, make sure there’s nothing else planned for the day, and tell your roommates/parents to leave you alone until you officially reemerge at midnight (or, if you’re in college and have a 24 hr library, try going there. Mine has closed off study rooms that I can chill in, but if you’rs doesn’t just find a relatively comfy quiet spot). If you’re at home, pick one spot, clear it off super quick, grab some snacks and energy drinks, make sure you have everything charged and ready to go. I don’t recommend cafes or the like simply because there’s lots of distractions and also those places close before midnight, so you can’t stay there the entire time and therefor waste time moving halfway through.

Also, I would recommend taking a break between all the steps after this one. Don’t let the break take too long, but just long enough to walk the block, or grab another snack, or do some stretches, or watch a ten minute video, something like that. I personally never break at a natural stopping point, because then I’ll never get back to it, but how you break is up to you.

Step 2: Preliminary Research

now normally I do some preliminary research beforehand. Basically looking into the topic, figuring out generally what resources would be best, etc. That can usually be done in five to ten minute bursts throughout the week or so before the due date, whenever the topic comes to mind.

But then again, I’ve also procrastinated that until the very end as well, so. Usually all that takes if you go for the day of is some quick google scholar searches, or if you have access to the MLA database that works as well. Or, if you’re more like me, you could just deep dive on wikipedia and check out what relevant facts pertain to what numbers in the bibliography, then go ahead and cite those wherever possible.

Basically, get a good base knowledge of the big facts. This step should be quick and dirty. For instance, for my paper my sophomore year on Robespierre (14 pages written in a record 6 hours) I combed through his wiki, some websites on the French Revolution, and watched the Crash Course youtbue video on the subject. The rest of the research was done after I did my first outline.

Step 3: Outline #1

This is just a basic “What the fuck am I talking about” outline. It can be bullet points, numbers, stream of consciousness, i don’t care as long as it works for you.

For the Robespierre paper, my first outline was something to the effect of: -born poor -school -elected to govt -took over govt -killed people -got killed

and that was it. It’s like, before you build a house you have to clear off the right amount of land, make sure there’s nothing in your way, and give yourself a vague area in which to build. Super simple stuff.

I did get some advice, from somewhere I can’t remember, that a paragraph is basically equal to half a page, and so (excluding one page length for your intro + conclusion) you should have around two paragraphs or ideas per page. So my outline above would need some more points, there, to keep me on track for my page count. I eventually added a whole paragraph about how he was chosen to read for a visiting King Louis at his school and was then ignored which made him hate the monarchy, and another about what happened after he died what with the government in shambles, etc etc. So two bullet points per page should do it.

Step 4: More Research

This is where you get a little more in depth. Look at your bullet points and learn everything you need to about them.

For my first bullet, I found stuff like: “Robespierre was born in France in 1758 as Maximilien François Marie Isidore de Robespierre (the third of this name), to a lawyer and the daughter of a brewer, he had two siblings, and he could read by age eight. he also loved pigeons and started a lifelong feud with his sister over one that he gave her that she let die."

and then I would move on to the next bullet point, and so on and so forth, filling in the gaps. Make sure to keep track of where your info comes from, as well. It doesn’t have to be a full citation, but just the hyperlink after the fact is going to save you so much time, i promise

Pro Tip: don’t throw out anything as irrelevant just yet. Just gather all the facts, no judging. Trust me on this.

Step 5: Better Outline

this is where you start to have fun with it. I would like to remind you that no one, unless you have some crazy micromanaging professor, sees your outlines. This is for you and you only, so write it in whatever way makes sense to you. It can be colorful and fun and whatever you need it to be.

I actually took screenshots of my outline for that robespierre paper (hence why i chose that one as an example) so here’s a look at what I do:

so, really, honestly, as shitty as you need this to be, or as many jokes, or whatever works for you my dude. Explain it like you would if it were a story you were telling, not a biographical/argumentative paper. Get informal with it.

Step 6: Write the Damn Thing

Okay to now that you did the research and wrote your fun outlines and all that, all you have to do now is write it! I tend to do this in the same doc as I do my outline, but starting again from the top so I can see what I need to add next right under where I’m typing, then delete it once I’ve covered the material.

If you did your outline well, this is really just cleaning that up so it’s “school appropriate” and “not an affront to people’s eyes and sensibilities” or whatever. At this point, it should go super quick, maybe 2 hours max to finish up writing what you need to write, here.

Pro Tip: do your citations as you go. Better yet, make your bibliography first so that A its already done and B you know what your in text cites will be from the start so that you don’t have to add them in later. If you kept your hyperlinks next to your research, just open up citationmachine and get those cites, then replace the links in your outline with the actual citations so it’s easier to line them up with in text cites while you go

Step 7: Fudging

oh, you thought we were done after writing the paper? nah fam. Chances are, you didn’t hit the page count you wanted to, you’re probably around 1 full page short, unless you love long sentences. This is where my pro tip from all the way back on step 4 comes in.

First, before you do anything drastic, make sure your formatting is correct. If your prof wants the big long “name, date, class, assignment, etc” in the top left then that adds a lot of length. Fonts will also change your page length, and so will footnotes and citations.

If you did it right and saved all the less relevant details, congratulations! Just sprinkle a few of those in there and you’re magically at your page count. This is the only reason I included the pigeon story in my paper (and this post), because I was about 3/4 of a page short of passably saying I got to 14.

If you didn’t save those inane details, don’t go looking for them now. Trust me, it’s much more pain than it’s worth. Your best bet, then, would be to either A. Add one more point if you can think one up, B. do some more research for relevant details to add in, or C. expand on the details you already have with more examples or effects or whatever applies.

do not, i repeat do NOT, just try and expand the words you use, like changing “to” into “in order to” or whatever those deflate your phrases charts tell you Not to do. They tell you not to for a reason. 1. it sounds stupid adding them in after the fact, and 2. your professor absolutely 100% will know and will mark you down if you do that in excess. Inflated phrase charts like that are well known by professors, and also adding them in after the fact won’t fit in at all with the voice that the rest of your paper was written in, so it’ll stand out like a sore thumb. just don’t do it unless it’s your last possible “i have ten minutes to turn this in” effort.

Step 8: Celebrate!!

And that’s it! If you did it right, this whole process should have taken you around the equivalent of 1 hour per page you had to write or so, so in a regular twelve hour day you’ve got time to take breaks and eat and all that shit. Go turn it in and celebrate your victory!

#study tips #adhd studying #paper writing #don't procrastinate kids #crash course #charlie's college crash course

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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Grossest thing you’ve seen in a bathroom? pee, poop and blood mixed with vomit all over the place Do you consider your family dysfunctional? all families are toxic, more or less Do you hate people who act like everything is fine when its not? I hate those people, they both want you to leave them alone and guess, they’re annoyed with the fact you wanna know as much as you not caring about them, never satisfied, then blame everybody else, how are we supposed to act if we feel you don’t trust us enough to tell the truth? it’s your own fault! we also have problems, not everything’s about you, if you prefer to kill yourself than speak up, that’s your choice but it means you’re a coward, I’m tired of that behavior

Ever had a body piercing ripped out? never had a piercing so I’m lucky not to be bullied this way

Can you sew/croshet/knit? I know basics but I have no patience so it’s not my hobby Do you put the cap back on the toothpaste after using it? of course :o Have you shot off a firework? never, it’s dangerous, I prefer to look and from afar Are you offended when you see women breast feeding? no

Do you hate when people keep things from you? if we’re close then sure Can you multitask? I can XD

*działam na dwa fronty, boobs, albo na tyłach* Are you too sensitive? hypersensitive Who wears the pants in the relationship? who wears the socks and cowboy hat tho?

If you were given three things to make you happy, what would these be? health, money and no worries How would you rank the following in importance: family, career, love life? family and love life then career as I’m not interested in it

Which would you prefer: having a baby without a partner or a partner without a baby? partner without a baby but tbh it would be better to raise a baby without a partner if I decided to have a kid (I don’t want children though) as there wouldn’t be disagreements on how to nor risk of arguments and then divorce in general which would be super hard for the little one

Do you think God is real, and why? sigh...

Do you believe in giving people second chances, and why? rarely as it’s like putting your hand into fire hoping it will be cold this time, people usually change for worse - not better Do you think people fall in love because the right person has arrived, or because the time is right (regardless of whom the person is that they fall in love with)? because of other reasons usually as I wouldn’t call their relationships LOVE, they’re just desperate, scared of being lonely How important is trust in a relationship? I don’t think I can trust someone completely but still it’s very important to me to trust them as much as I am capable to - if I can’t trust them at all then it won’t work How do you feel about infidelity? it makes people feel like they’re not enough and they also get paranoid later, it causes trauma, person who was cheated on will always be afraid to trust another human being in case someone “better” will show up, nobody is perfect but it’s better if you break up than do smth romantic or sexual behind your partner’s back, nobody deserves it, if you can’t be with one person only then either do open relationships or polyamory or just don’t commit to anyone - one night stands or something - infidelity is caused by wanting more and being impulsive, liking adrenaline, risky behavior, you are some sort of an abuser, not just a liar, because you’re hurting someone who’s supposed to be closest to you, intoxication isn’t an excuse, if you can’t keep it in your pants when you’re drunk then don’t drink too much or publicly - simple as that, love is a promise and you’re breaking it for fun, someone said today that it’s like checking if another branch will snap while still holding another - sounds careful but that’s not the point - it’s just that you should sit on it (stability) instead of jumping trees after you already commited to one of them and made a nest on it, you will break all of the branches (other people) and you will end up on the ground anyway - alone, who wants to be with a cheater? honestly - rapist will always stay rapist even if he won’t rape again and so is the cheating person - they might change but fear will always be a part of their partner for sure, dating is like a competition for many, trying until you find the best match, always looking around, never warming up to anyone in case there’s a better opportunity, constant game that make us anxious, showing off you’re the best player among all and... you actually are a player in both of this word’s definitions, sadly What quality in a person do you fall in love with? it’s not a single separate thing but someone whole I believe, I tried to explain that to myself but it’s very hard, there are some traits I might like more, go for, see as necessities but I’m unable to list them for now - maybe later/someday Do you find it difficult to admit that you are wrong, and why? I am - I don’t care about winning, I want truth and justice, I prefer to be right but without admitting I’m wrong that can’t happen Which would you prefer in a romantic partner: a dreamer or an achiever? dreamer, I dislike overly ambitious and workaholic people What do you think are the two things that prevent people from realizing their dreams? money issues and health problems or time

So the world is dying to know the longest you’ve ever been on an airplane. 0 hours

Speaking of airplanes, can you sleep on them easily or no? no idea

So if I were to touch the place you last itched, would it be awkward? sorta

Have you ever come close to drowning? it was close in my opinion

Is the window in this room currently open or closed? closed

Is your phone fully charged right now? it is indeed

If you gave yourself a symbol (ex: star) to represent you, it would be…? not sure

Combine your two favorite animals. What kind of animal do you get? raccoon + elephant?

If I gave you a box of chocolates, which would you hope to get? I prefer something else than a box of chocolates

Have you ever caught your clothes on fire before? omg luckily not

Are you any good at improv? been told

Do you have any special handshakes with friends? I don’t have... friends :x

Are you better at writing fiction or nonfiction? I’m good at both but I prefer fiction

How many times does the letter ’t’ occur in your full name? once

Last song you heard? Crystal Castles - Suffocation Reason you last threw up? meds withdrawal How many pairs of flip flops do you own? zero Do you ever pick up pennies for good luck? I pick up all coins that I find and give them to my dad Something you wear all the time that you’d feel naked without? panties

If you have younger siblings, how old were you when your siblings were born? not applicable Would you ever pick up gum from the ground and eat it? hell no Have you ever gotten stitches? nope

Think back to the last thing you drank. Did you drink it using a straw? I didn’t Is the sun shining? it’s almost midnight Where did you go today? shopping Have you ever taken a survey while under the influence of drugs or alcohol? I don’t drink or take illegal drugs Where will you be in an hour? in my bed Is anyone irritating you? not atm unless I can count myself Have your parents ever threatened to throw your things away because your room was messy? sorta Is your shirt pink? it’s mostly white Are you going to do more surveys? it’s late and I’m commited to finish this one Who is the most complicated person in your life right now? ... me? Have you ever video chatted with someone you met online? yep Are you hungry or thirsty right now? thirsty Do you own a pair of gumboots? eww, gross Have you ever worked somewhere where you had to clean the toilets? I might Do you rate people’s attractiveness on a scale of 1-10? rating 1-10 is very hard for me Is there anything that you could cry about right now? shitload of reasons When was the last time you used Facebook? today like every other day Do you have a PO Box or does your mail get sent straight to your house? our house How many vowels are in your street name? 4 Did you share baths with your siblings/cousins when you were a child? I did not Have you ever been a member of an online dating site? couple Do you know what your neighbours even look like? obvi Do you put ketchup on your fries? yuk

What color was the last swimsuit you wore? uh oh I should check that in my photo album in pics from middle school

Is your dream job attainable? they ain’t

Have you read a newspaper today? we don’t buy/read newspapers

Do you have to go to school or work tomorrow? I’m done with school and am unemployed

Have you ever been to a drive-in theatre? no

Have you ever taken classes for a musical instrument? guitar

Have you ever been on vacation with someone other than your family? camp

Do you live with your parents? still

Are there any embarrassing school pictures of you anywhere in your house? there are

What moment in your life have you been most scared? constantly now last half year

Do you have any exes you can’t stand anymore? What happened to cause you to feel that way about them? long story

Do you ever make your own surveys, or just take them? I make them but barely ever

Are you more of a phone or a computer person? computer

Do you like to cook, or do you prefer when other people cook for you? prefer them to cook for me

How old do you think you’ll be when you move out on your own? hope that this will happen soon

Do you have a job? If so, where do you work? If not, do you want one? I need one

Have you ever ripped your pants in public? even recently

Have you ever thought someone was talking to you, but it turned out they were on the phone? Did you play it off? possibly

Do you know anybody that has severe allergies? can we not talk about it?...

Who was the last person you slow danced with? my gf

Do you ever ride the city bus? How much does it cost you? often, nothing as I’m disabled

Do you say ‘like’ a lot? used to

Do you scream out the answers while watching game shows on TV? at times I did

Do you ever go into photobooths? yay!

What bill do you hate paying the most? I’d hate paying rent as it’s idiotically high

What’s the best place to eat a romantic dinner? everywhere can be romantic with a right person

What was your first car? none yet

Favorite guilty pleasure? personal

What celeb do you think resembles you best? basing on look? Cole Sprouse or Maisie Williams but with Juno Temple body

Who from high school would you like to run in to? hmm...

Start a new career or relationship? just get a job as I’m taken

Are any of your toes connected? I don’t have webbed toes

What was the last thing you dreamed about? running from the police... w klapkach

What color is your bedroom carpet? no carpet Have you ever had a black and white cat? all black Would you rather have an STD or share a bed with Michael Jackson? life chose for me and honestly this is probably the first time I’m happy about it Do you have any wallpaper in your house? I wish How many pairs of underwear do you own? lots of panties but not enough bras Who was your primary/elemantary school’s most popular girl? E.O. and A.M. Would you like to learn to play the harp? meh Are your feet ticklish? very and I hate that Do you have a black dog? it’s partially black Who has the prettiest toes, that you know of? feet are disgusting What’s your least favorite season? winter

Do you enjoy walks? sure Can you roll your tongue? I can Would you eat a live spider for one million dollars? gimme Would you forgive someone for cheating? hard to tell Have you seen A Clockwork Orange? not interested Do you like to read? occasionally re you a grumpy person? often Do you like cotton candy? never tried and don’t wanna Rap or pop? pop What’s the weirdest flavor of ice cream you’ve tried? rose, amazing! Love or lust? love Do you remember lyrics easily? am I the only one who don’t? :(

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AURORA’S BATTLE-READY DREAMY POP IS POISED TO CHANGE THE WORLD

Interview by Rachel Morris for nite life online (November 1st, 2019). Growing up in relative isolation in the woodlands of Os, Norway; singer and producer Aurora Aksnes weaves an ethereal yet battle-ready brand of dreamy pop music that is connecting with a growing fanbase across the globe.

If on the surface her subject matter conjures Nordic fairytale-style images of wolves, moonlight and flowing rivers; it’s her surprising juxtaposition of emotional vulnerability and warrior-like resolution that has resonated with a world, at least in part, concerned with mindfulness, social and environmental responsibility – and ready to change for the better.

A WORLD, AT LEAST IN PART, CONCERNED WITH MINDFULNESS, SOCIAL AND ENVIRONMENTAL RESPONSIBILITY – AND READY TO CHANGE FOR THE BETTER

Aurora’s latest project comes in two parts or, more tellingly, steps. Aurora doesn’t shy away from a singular message. Rather than leaving her work open to interpretation, Aurora is happy to say that her music is instructive.

2018’s Infections of a Different Kind – Step 1 and summer’s A Different Kind of Human – Step 2 are ‘two parts of one emotional process’ Aurora explains. ‘They’re related, but they’re different steps on the way – different steps that you have to take to end up where I want you to end up emotionally.

STEP 1 IS WAY MORE INDIVIDUAL AND PERSONAL, WHILE STEP 2 IS MORE POLITICAL

‘Step 1 is way more individual and personal, while Step 2 is more political and it’s more about looking around you and seeing what you can offer the world. You have to see what you can offer yourself first and become a warrior for yourself, and then you should become a warrior for the world and for everyone that needs you out there.

BECOME A WARRIOR FOR YOURSELF, AND THEN YOU SHOULD BECOME A WARRIOR FOR THE WORLD

‘Step 1 was kind of a gift from me to the fans I already had. I wanted to release it as a surprise, so that my fans would be the first ones to hear it, rather than reading reviews in the papers. And then Step 2 has fuelled my fans in a really, really fun way. I can see them all. I feel like all of my fans are such kind and wonderful people, and many of them share in common with me how it feels to be an underdog. So it becomes a very instinctive thing to fight for anything else that is an underdog in this world.

WE’RE ALL A PART OF THAT CHANGE, BECAUSE IT’S OBVIOUSLY UP TO THE INDIVIDUALS NOW

‘A Different Kind of Human – Step 2 is about standing up for everything we love and believe in. So it’s been really fun to see them grow more passionate about the situations and the world that we would all like to change. We’re all a part of that change, because it’s obviously up to the individuals now.’

While most of us find inspiration in musical or artistic reference points from what has come before, Aurora finds a muse in herself and in nature. To such point, in fact, that she doesn’t like listening to music, which becomes like a noisy distraction from the music that’s innately in her head.

‘I just don’t need music in that way right now in my life. When I grew up, we didn’t have MTV, we didn’t have radio in my house, I didn’t really have any natural way of discovering new music.

‘I have so much music in my head all the time – every second of every day, I’m always making an album. The second I released Step 2, I started on my next one, even though it was midnight. I’m always in the process of making a new baby and then I find it really distracting to listen to music. It almost becomes noisy, even though it’s beautiful.

I FIND IT REALLY DISTRACTING TO LISTEN TO MUSIC. IT ALMOST BECOMES NOISY, EVEN THOUGH IT’S BEAUTIFUL

‘I listen to Enya, because she’s very reliable, she gives my brain calmness. I listen to her when I’m on an airplane, because they’re noisy, I like to replace the airplane or airport noise with music. So I like to listen to Enya – and heavy metal’ she adds.

Shut off from outside influence, firstly by circumstance and now by choice, if a modern day artist was ever born to music, surely it’s Aurora. Since childhood, music has been a very natural way for her to translate emotion.

‘I never wanted to be famous, I didn’t want to do anything with the music, I just really enjoyed writing and making music. It was something I knew from a very young age. It made me feel very powerful and in control – and also without control.

I THINK I WOULD BECOME SICK WITHOUT MUSIC

‘It makes me feel like I know why I’m here. It feels like now pain has a purpose and happiness has a purpose, when I can write about it and make it into sound. Music gives everything I experience and everything I see purpose, so I don’t know what I would do without it. I think I would become sick without music. I don’t think I would have a good time on this planet.’

Despite its Nordic complexity, mysticism and themes, Aurora’s music has reached all corners of the globe, touring throughout UK, Europe, US, South America and Asia just in 2019. While on one hand, she can’t understand this level of success – ‘it’s so strange’ – in the same breath, Aurora solves her own riddle: nature taught her to be a philosopher.

EVERYONE SHOULD LISTEN MORE TO NATURE

‘I think everyone should listen more to nature, because once you’re out there, nothing else really matters. How you look or what you’re doing tomorrow, the things you didn’t manage to complete, or the things you feel like you’re not doing well enough, or the clothes you’re wearing.

‘I solve most things in life by just thinking until I have a solution. I was in the woods for at least nine hours every day my whole childhood, it’s just fascinating and it gives you perspective. You realise how small the stupid problems are and you realise how beauty is free. And that you’re smaller than the big trees and you’re bigger than the tiny bugs and it just lets you exist.

NATURE IS THE ONE PLACE I’VE DISCOVERED (…) THAT GIVES ME THE CHANCE TO BE NOTHING MORE THAN A BEATING HEART AND A BRAIN

‘I think this world is very demanding of us and we as people are very demanding of ourselves. It’s hard to be a human these days and nature is the one place I’ve discovered, so far at least, that gives me the chance to be nothing more than a beating heart and a brain.’

The power of nature is also something Aurora can invert to encourage self-reflection, recording the whole of A Different Kind of Human – Step 2 in a small, dark room.

‘A Different Kind of Human is a more political album. I felt like I had to reach more within myself and figure out where I stand and figure out my own opinions,’ Aurora explains. ‘That’s why I wanted to be in a small, dark room, because there’s no big field for your energy or your thoughts – they just hit the wall and then come back to you like a bouncing ball.

I HAD TO REACH MORE WITHIN MYSELF AND FIGURE OUT WHERE I STAND AND FIGURE OUT MY OWN OPINIONS

‘With every album, it’s very important for me to make them in different spaces so they don’t touch. For my next album, that I’m making now, I’m writing the skeletons of my songs and the soul of them wherever I go. But when I sit down and actually produce them and make the album into one whole baby, then I’ll have to go somewhere else. I know where I’m going, I’m not going to say yet, but it’s going to be a very different place again from every other place I’ve made an album before.’

As an artist that evidently pours so much of herself into her music, you’d imagine that making an album is an exhausting and somewhat draining process, but for the born music maker, it’s quite the opposite. Though Aurora had hinted at a possible 2020 follow up after Step 1 was released, Step 2 hit shelves less than half way through 2019. It’s also the first record that Aurora has co-produced every track, having dipped her toe in with two tracks on Step 1.

‘I find very energising. When I’m in the studio, I’m there for at least twelve hours every time – until late, late night. There is no deadline and there is no finish line when you create. The possibilities are endless, especially now I’ve learned to become a producer.

THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS, ESPECIALLY NOW I’VE LEARNED TO BECOME A PRODUCER

‘I find producing extremely fun and extremely important too. I know in this world, many women have struggled with being able to be given space to produce their own songs and music. So I find it really important to step up for myself and my music. I would love one day to teach more female artists how to begin.’

It’s hard not to feel empowered both listening to and talking to Aurora, who so beautifully presents the idea that a better you and a better world is within grasp. As she says, it’s down to the individuals – and those that inspire them. She opens her the two-step project: ‘I will be your warrior’, and this is no doubt just the beginning of Aurora’s Queendom.

#aurora #aurora aksnes #Interviews #step 2 #ioadk

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borisbubbles · 5 years

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Eurovision 2010s: 60 - 56

60. Emma - La mia città Italy 2014

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Emma is short for “Emmanuella”. 😍 Clearly the inspiration for this act:

You may not know this, but “La mia citta” is probably my favourite song out of 2014? It’s ROCKIN’ A RIDE (na na na na na na) of high voltage energy that I instantly became addicted to. 😍 Of course we were also immediately forewarned that Emma couldn’t sing her own song (which is hilarious, but yeah 😬) so I was expecting a ready disappointment. What I did NOT expect however was that Italy would yank UP the fun factor by trapping Emma into the direct-to-video sequel of Tinto Brass’s Caligula and letting her steal the show even more. 😍 ITALY <3 <3 <3

The vocals may have been beyond subpar, but Emma flailing herself around the stage, contorting her body in IMPOSSIBLE angles, dismissively pushing the beta manfolk around like the boss she is gives me SO MUCH LIFE. If she had sung in a key that suited both her voice and the song, she would’ve ranked even higher, but a spot right outside of the highest tier will have to do. ALL HAIL THE EMPRESS OF TERRIBLE TASTE.

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59. AWS - “Viszlát nyár” Hungary 2018

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[2018 Review here]

GIVE ME FIRE, I’M A FIGHTER!

2018 may not have been as great of an experience for me as it has been for many others, but good god did it NEED AWS. A 2018 without AWS has no high voltage, uptempo, loud, aggro ENERGY. “But Boris there’s also Toy” yeah no. Na na banana I do what I wanna :-)

and honestly, why shouldn’t we love “Viszlát nyar”? Loss songs that instead of mourning solemnly burst into a primordial tempest of ire and flame. IT’S INTENSE, all thanks to Orz’s excellent performance.

and this comes WITHOUT the consideration that AWS were the backstage deities for the 2018 contest as well, providing many hilarious interviews and other moments of levity.

AWS were great, because they weren’t a typical Eurovision entry. They are an indie metal band from Hungary that won A Dal by accident and in doing so were thrusted into an adventure beyond their wildest expectations. They never took Eurovision seriously, but regardless they had loads of fun with it and so did I. We will continue this line of thought when we get to a certain deadpan Slovene duo, much, much later in this ranking. 🤭

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58. Loïc Nottet - “Rhythm inside” Belgium 2015

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Cutting Loïc means I have my change my t-shirt into the one my friend gave me for my 25th birthday (😍)

and I mean what is there to say about Loïc? He’s widely regarded as one of the most artistic and memorable entrants in recent years, sparking a hot streak of entries which ended when Sennek refused to rehearse her song/come up with an act.

I may as well use this moment for a little confession: Avant Garde is one of my favourite Eurovision genres. AG entries are always interesting, always delivering, always different from what we’re used to. They are brave and inspired. When well-executed they can easily becomes some of the all-time best Eurovision entries.

“Rhythm inside” also falls into the category, taking a fairly simple subject (the beating of the human heart) and turning it into a metaphilosophical journey of discovery, star matter and mindblowiness. Loïc launched “Rhythm” into greatness, providing excellent vocals, dancing and miming.

and also like all amazing things in life, it contains a small dose of SuRie:

However, avant garde often comes with one massive problem: poorly-executed AG tends to frame every twirl, fart and headturn as a testament of some highly ~artistic vision~ when it adds nothing of value. In other words, fuckin’ meaningitis. “Rhythm inside” is actually one of the worst offenders, imo. For every epic moment of Loïc gazing into the camera or twirling around like an ebon cygnet, we get a tryhard one in which somebody lays themselves down and starts kicking their feet into the air for no reason and *sigh*.

It saddens me that “Rhythm inside”, despite being a very innovative composition that explores the boundaries of music, tries too hard to sell its own artistry and well... it is that moment of self-doubt which prevents me from ranking it inside the elite tier. BELIEVE IN AND LOVE THYSELF!!!

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57. Madame Monsieur - “Mercy” France 2018

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[2018 Review Here]

Every year is defined by its political zeitgeist, and in 2018 there were two defining themes: #MeToo, covered by “Toy”, and “Transmigration” covered by Madame Monsieur. I soon was convinced one of them would win 2018, which happened, but sadly it was the weaker of the two entrants 😭

Regardless, Madame Monsieur deserve all the praise they can get. It is SO easy to take a topic such as “migration” and turn it into an Americanized story of Wrong And Right. It’s SO easy to turn it into a sob story. It’s SO easy to cheapen the plight over others for self-gain. It is important to remain authentic, austere and respectful.

Which is exactly that Madame Monsieur did.

Using a peppy synthpop beat as a platform to carry their haunting lyrics (”je suis ces enfant que la mer a pris” ::shivers::), Emilie and Jean-Karl turn “Mercy”, a tribute to a baby born at sea to refugee parents, into a true humanitarian hymn, focusing on their message and letting this speak for itself. The end result is pretty potent. THE SEA OF FISTBUMPS <3

So naturally I really fucking love “Mercy”. However, I also think it was lacking in the little area of staging. While I do think the intent of keeping it sober and free of gimmicks was a clever coice, the gut-punching message didn’t exactly come across.

The act was too subtle. It’s the Hassani story of France getting outclassed by Italy at the last second, but much stronger than with Bilal. I don’t think the lack of LEDs was the issue though, like, just bring stage props? Work the camera more? It sucks that I have to nitpick so close to the highest tier, but the fact that I do proves to me that “Mercy” can’t make it that far. RIP sweet synth angels.

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56. DiHaj - “Skeletons” Azerbaijan 2017

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[2017 Review here] Another lovable avant garde angel, morph! DiHaj improved quite a bit for me on the rewatch, but I can’t let her move onto the elite tier for reasons that I think are obvious. (If they are not, please unmute your computer.)

HOWEVER, I do think “Skeletons” a great, dark moody song that is highly entertaining. It is, for the most part a great example of how to do novelty at Eurovision: It displays the greatest strength of modern Azerbaijan: the visually stunning SPECTACLE. Music is supposed to a form of expression and DiHaj goes ALL OUT.

Of course, I understand that the act isn’t to everyone’s taste and it does suffer a *little* bit from Fuckin’Meaningitis™ , which is fair enough. At the same time... the story told here is pretty obvious? There is no dispute that this song is about a broken relationship and the moral dilemma that often comes with it. Azerbaijan stuck with the source material provided by the song and that makes Skellingtons’ act much better than that of “Rhythm inside”. It’s a captivating story, because it makes sense.

Too bad those Professional Swedish Backings sounded like crap tho...x

And that was the last of Azerbaijan,

After a pretty terrible start of the decade, Azerbaijan reinvented themselves as trash angels and the rest is herstory. I hope they continue to dazzle us with ridiculousness in the years to come. 😍

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And now we move on to the higher tier. CONGRATULATIONS TO THESE (nearly) FLAWLESS ANGELS:

2010

Juliana Pasha - “It’s all about you” Tom Dice - “Me and my guitar” Kuunkuiskaajat - “Työlki ellää” Jessy Matador - “Allez ola olé” Giorgos Alkaios & Friends - “OPA” Paula Seling & Ovi - “Play with fire” maNga - “We could be the same”

2011

Dino Merlin - “Love in rewind” Poli Genova - “Na inat” Lena - “Taken by a stranger” Maja Keuc - “No one”

2012

Ott Lepland - “Kuula” Pasha Parfeny - “Lăutar” Loreen - “Euphoria”

2013

Elitsa Todorova & Stoyan Yankulov - “Samo shampioni” Koza Mostra ft. Agathonas Iakovidis - “Alcohol is free” Gianluca - “Tomorrow” Who see ft. Nina Zizic - “Igranka” Anouk - “Birds” Zlata Ognevich - “Gravity”

2014

Aram MP3 - “Not alone” Conchita Wurst - “Rise like a phoenix” Cleo - “My słowianie- We are slavic” Tinkara Kovač - “Round and round” Ruth Lorenzo - “Dancing in the rain” Sebalter- “Hunter of Stars”

2015

Elina Born & Stig Rästa - “Goodbye to yesterday” Nadav Guedj - “Golden Boy” Aminata - “Love Injected” Polina Gagarina - “A million voices” Bojana Stamenov - “Beauty never lies” Måns Zelmerlöw - “Heroes”

2016

Iveta Mukuchyan - “LoveWave” Laura Tesoro - “What’s the pressure?” Poli Genova - “If love was a crime” Nika Kocharov & Young Georgian Lolitaz - “Midnight gold” Hovi Star - “Made of Stars” Francesca Michielin - “No degree of separation”

2017

NAVIBAND - “Story of my life” Blanche - “City lights” Joci Pápai - “Origo” fusedmarc - “Rain of revolution” JOWST ft. Aleksander Wallmann - “Grab the moment”

2018

Rasmussen - “Higher ground” Elina Nechayeva - “La Forza” Ieva Zasimauskaite - “When we’re old” DoReDoS - “My lucky day” Lea Sirk - “Hvala, ne!” ZiBBZ - “Stones”

2019

Kate Miller-Heidke - “Zero gravity” Mahmood - “Soldi” KEiiNO - “Spirit in the sky” Zala Kralj & Gašper Šantl - “Sebi”

#Eurovision #Eurovision Song Contest #Azerbaijan #Madame Monsieur #Loïc Nottet #AWS #Emma Marone #DiHaj #France #Belgium #Hungary #Italy #Skeletons #mercy #Rhythm inside #Viszlat nyar #la mia citta

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nikvs-blog · 5 years

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pov rp: i try to wink at u but i close both eyes like jinsoul in this gif <3 SBJDWBDJWBDJ hello im xan im 22 & from the est timezone i use she / her pronouns & ur watching disney channel. is this super late ? yea...but thats super on brand for me its fine its fun its sexy so * jugkook vc* let’s get it !

— jung jinsoul. she/her. cis female. | was that niko seo i just saw in the hideaway lobby ? i hear the twenty-two year old spends most of their time working as a waitress, but i’ve always just seen them scribbling poetry on napkins. they live in 3A and i often see them in the halls. they always give me a vibe of making wishes on falling stars, silk ribbons adorning messy ponytails, and breakfast at midnight.

BACKSTORY

so miss niko was born in a teeny tiny suburban town in north carolina to a pair of young high school sweethearts ! unfortunately her mom passed away during childbirth so it was a very bittersweet arrival into the world for baby niko

her dad was a mechanic who never made it to college since his girlfriend got pregnant towards the end of their senior year. they got married before niko was born though because they were pretty serious abt raising her right but they never really got the chance to /: but her dad loved his job he loved working with cars & it was something his own dad did before him plus it was a job the town really valued since it was so tiny ( u really only needed one of everything )

when i say tiny i mean everyone knows everyone tiny. growing up the town kinda pitied niko bc of her mom dying so to compensate everyone kinda tried to do their part in raising her ! her neighbors were just as much of a parent to her as her own dad was, and everyone had stories abt her mom so niko kinda appreciated how small the town was.....sometimes

that changed as she got older ! when she started high school her dad kinda entered a rough patch & started drinking more with his buddies, started working less, and niko started getting calls from the sheriff at 2 am like “hey we’re gonna keep ur dad for the night he didnt do anything crazy but he got a little too drunk u can pick him up tomorrow” sort of thing

she was there for him every time but it got kinda overwhelming knowing everyone was in her family's business & how much kids would gossip at school or adults would give her sad looks

basically she kinda just....became very disillusioned with her reality & began to realize no one around her was really.....happy or had big dreams and their entire lives revolved around this tiny town which scared her

but also ? it had started becoming her life, too. she was voted prom queen senior year, she had a job at a diner where the same people ate everyday, she’d been dating the same boy for four years and everyone talked about how they’d probably get married soon. she’d become exactly like everyone else without even realizing it....she didnt have some big dream.....she didnt even have plans for college she was just so stuck

and then disaster hit the summer after she graduated high school. her dad had crashed right into a tree on a rainy night trying to drive home after a night out drinking & died on impact. the news honestly didnt feel real to her until her grandparents were helping her clear out her house so she could come move in with them

which is when she finds her mom’s old diary ! and boy was that thing . fat & juicy ... it had all four years worth of her mom’s high school years inside and niko became ...obsessed with it. all she did that summer her dad died was read her mom’s old diary learning more abt the woman from those pages than she ever had from the mouths of everyone in her town

thats how she found out her mom had always dreamed of moving to some city like seattle and starting this new life once she found out she was pregnant with niko ! so niko was like ok this has to be a sign....told her grandparents she loved them but she couldnt stay in north carolina.....and boop ! she pretty much disappeared from the town, didnt tie up any lose ends ( including her bf of four years who she was kinda engaged to ? JSDBJBDJ ) because she just had to leave that bad.

cue a scene on bus with niko looking out the window as some dramatic song abt new beginnings plays . JSDBJSBDJW seattle was truly her new start at 18 ... and all she wanted to do was just ... reinvent herself

so she did ! first thing she did was get a job as a waitress bc uh ur girl was BROKE broke but she knew she was good at serving. the first year was.....pretty rough there’s no sugar coating it niko was struggling bad, probably living in some questionable apartment when she wasnt coach hopping at her coworker’s places. despite all this she was....insanely happy she really believed ( and still does ) seattle is magic !

she was working at a diner ironically, just like she had been back home, but this diner changed her life about a two years ago. one day one of her regulars ( a very well off lawyer who worked downtown ) told her she was way too pretty and charming to be serving at a place like this & that he had a buddy who owned an upscale restaurant near his job downtown & that he could probably get niko a job there if she wanted

so she was like UH hell yes....showed up the next day at this fancy restaurant, charmed the pants off the owner, and the rest ? is history ! she moved into hideaways a bit after getting this new job & has been there ever since <3

PERSONALITY + TIDBITS

personality wise niko is kinda ....hard to figure out. she doesnt do it on purpose, she’s just still learning about who she is and what she really wants. back home in north carolina she was kind of the small town golden girl, loved by everyone type of deal but also very romanticized by those around her ??? ppl thought she was brilliant and knew so much about everything when the truth was she just knew a little about a lot. she would read to escape the suburban boredom of her reality & took a special interest in things like art and poetry and astronomy. shes the type to want to share the stuff she’s learned with those around her

in seattle since no one knew her the way they did back home, niko decided she wanted to keep it that way. because of this and because shes so hesitant to talk about her family sometimes she can come across as mysterious but she’s a surprisingly open person !! she’s naturally super curious and friendly and she’s found it really helps to be the kind of person people want to get to know and trust when working in the service industry. she’s got the type of aura about her that makes you feel as if maybe you’ve known her forever, even if she’s only told you one thing about herself ( which is often the case) . can probably make anyone feel at home within five minutes of talking to her & you won’t even realize how she’s doing it. her boss swears she’s charming enough to sell honey to a bee !

she’s also got a flighty side though that comes out when you get too close. niko’s great at relationships when they aren’t deep, but the moment you start and figure her out and see past the smiley walls she’s got up she recoils fast. in a way she’s terrified of anyone knowing too much about her because she’s scared that once they do they’ll pity her, and niko can’t stand being pitied. she’s also super good at dishing out affection but not so good at receiving it. the type to fall in love then right back out of love in one day. kinda a heart breaker bc of this but she doesn't mean to be, she just gets infatuated kinda easily & isn’t very good at keeping things serious ever since literally running away from her long-time ex in north carolina JSBCSJBDJW

some fun facts: she wants to get a cat and name it cat so bad but she’s not sure she’d be a good pet mom so she just settles for petting stray cats in public. 100% that weirdo crouching in the street making kissy noises because she saw a cat and wants to pet it. she can name just about every constellation & loves to sit outside and look at the stars on clear nights, usually while smoking a joint . she’s a hardcore lightweight .... im talking one tequila shot and she’s floored ... two glasses of wine and she’s taking her top off then crying kinda deal like she CANNOT handle her liquor so she tries to keep partying to a minimum. she’s got a collection of napkins from work were people have scribbled their phone numbers onto as well as a collection of napkins niko herself has scribbled on. she mostly writes poems and sometimes she even leaves a napkin with a poem on it behind at a table like a little gift for whoever sits there next. she’s probably always writing poems for all her friends or infatuations so if you’re in her life....you’ve gotten one at some point !

the only thing she brought with her from north carolina were all her records. she’s got a pretty extensive collection that ranges from donna summer to louis armstrong to led zeppelin & when she finally got a record player of her own in seattle it was probably the best day of her life <3 she really likes to watch scary movies but also they scare her so bad so it’s a cycle of oh yes lets watch this.....fuck why did i do that.....im sleeping with the lights on rinse & repeat. she really likes to cook ! she learned at a pretty early age out of necessity but now she does it for her own pleasure also because of her growing interest / knowledge in the restaurant industry. her wardrobe is 95% thrifted and 5% stolen from miscellaneous people ( her dad, old boyfriends, hookups, friends, etc. ) is a notorious hoodie thief so dont lend her yours......

and this is WAY too long im.....so sorry this literally always happens aha <3 yes i ramble but thats bc . i have a lot to say and i also have a lot of love to give ! spare some plots ? we can im on tumblr but i am 100% easier to reach on discord @ EL i love u 💖✨🌙#8172 so hit me up there & lets get this show on the road baby !

#╰ ♡ . 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒔𝒔 ── ooc !#lets not talk abt how long or late this is .... x #JDSBJBDJWBJDW i got carried away perhaps didnt even wanna start adding wanted connections this is already so much 2 read </3 #niko is.....my baby im so excited for her and so excited for this rp so plot with me perhaps ? hehe...#hide.intro

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Hope’s Savior ( John Seed x OC ) | Part 9

Summary: Trinity-Hope Johnson finds herself in the middle of a holy war, leading the Resistance, while having a complicated relationship with one of the cult’s herald. And she thought her first case would be easy. Oh how wrong she was!

Pairings: John Seed/Fem!Deputy, John Seed/OC, Earl Whitehorse & OC ( uncle&niece ), Joseph Seed/Fem!Deputy ( kind of ), might add more later

Warnings: mild language, violence, eventually smut, masturbation, oral sex, you know guys the usual, use of drugs ( bliss and other, thanks to Sharky ), fluff ( does that even need a warning? ), manipulation, angst, mention of mental illness ( insomnia, depression ), mention of child abuse ( from John’s side ), torture, I think that’s it? I swear it’s not so bad!

Word Counter: 1681

Notes: some angst coming up, because I’m a cruel person *nervous laugh*

Hope sits at the bottom of the ‘YES’ sign, radio in hand, and her head clouded by her previous arousal. John Seed waiting for her response from the other end of the call. The situation couldn’t bee any more crazy, but she does actually stop to think about his offer, listing the pros and cons in her head. Cons: it might be a trap, he is the enemy, he’s a sadistic fuck who has kidnapped her coworker, he wants to torture her as well, what if people find out... Pros: she can have sex with John Seed. Yeah, no!

“You’re crazy if you think I will agree to this. Hell no. You interrupted my private moment, which by the way is not cool! You called me in the middle of the night, being smug that you’ve been watching me through cameras. Not cool either! And now you think I will sleep with you, because what?! You asked me nicely?”

She gets angrier by every second, raising her voice at him. A long sigh comes from the other end, a dissappointed sound as John starts speaking:

“So your answer is...?”

She shouts at the radio angrily:

“No!”

An angry huff comes from the other end and Hope can imagine him, knuckles turning white as he holds the radio in his hand:

“Fine! I will find my fun elsewhere!”

She laughs at that, a fake laugh. She seriously though he wanted her, but here he goes, just wanting to get layed, nothing else. Hope doesn’t even know why she feels hurt or dissappointed, angry at the man’s actions.

“Go ahead! I’m sure you can find a volunteer in your fucked up cult. What was her name again? Molly? Holly?” She asks angrily, mocking the Baptist with the rumors she heard about his late night activities.

Why is she even getting angry at him? What did she think? That suddenly John Seed had a crush on her and wanted her only? Course not! He just wants to get laid, because he’s high. And I was the one he saw masturbating, that’s the only reason he asked, so yeah... Great.

“How do you even know about Holly?” He asks annoyed.

She huffs. So it’s true. Great, I almost said yes to this fuckboy...

“Rumors come and go, John! I wonder what would Joseph think about his little brother, one of his Heralds indulging in such a sin!”

And there she goes again. Making herself more trouble that she actually needs to be in. Joseph seems to be his weak point, and now she dared to say that she’ll tell on him. Probably with the ending that Joseph would be angry with his little brother, again. A sharp inhale can be heard and she knows she’s in trouble:

“Oh, I atone for every sin I commit, don’t worry... But you, Deputy! Your soul is stained by your sins... I was wondering if you were born a sinner, and Deputy Hudson was nice enough to share the information, that yes, indeed you were! Do you ever wonder that God took your parents so they didn’t have to watch their child turn everyone’s life into hell?”

At that Hope’s anger goes away, like it was never there, leaving her empty as she sits there in the grass. It feels like she just took a punch into her stomach, making her feeling sick. Her heart turning cold, lips and hands shaking, vision starting to blur as tears gather in her eyes.

She could say something back, something that would hurt the man, but she doesn’t want to. He used the only card that works against her, and now she just wants to get far away from people, far away from him and his cruel words. She feels defeated, broken...

“I...” She wants to speak but a sob follows through and she lets go of the radio, she doesn’t want to cry right into it.

‘You’re weak!’ She can hear Jacob Seed’s voice in her head, but another memory fades it.

‘Please, baby, please don’t come yet... It’s not time yet, please, please...’ She hears her mother’s painful voice as she pleaded for her daughter to not to be born yet. Hope listened to her parent’s last phone call that has been recorded by her uncle’s answering machine. The last one when they were both alive, the one during the car accident... the one when they both died and Hope was born.

Everyone in the world being happy when a child is born, but when Hope was born there were only tears from sadness.

And those tears are now covering her face, light sobs leaving her mouth as she buries her face in her hands. She kind of expects the younger Seed to make fun of her misery, mock her while she weeps, but he doesn’t say a thing. Minutes pass like this, but it feels like hours to her.

The young girl wiping away her last tears from her surely red eyes looks up at the sky: to the stars, the moon. She is trying to find comfort in anything, really. And comfort she gets from the same source that gave her the reason to cry her eyes out.

“I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have...” John’s voice is weak, ashamed that he caused her to cry. He doesn’t know what to say, which for him seems to be a big deal, considering he loves to talk and he always knows what words to use. So this, that he can't find the right words, has to count for something, right?

She sniffs then grabs the radio from the ground, standing up and walking towards her chopper.

“Well yeah, we shouldn’t have said or done anything tonight, so let’s just forget about it.” She says but knows the only person who might forget tonight’s encounter is John, considering the man is still high.

She opens the chopper’s door and takes a seat, while there’s nothing but silence. She half-expects the man to be asleep or he might just ended the call with that. Then he speaks, his voice low, but not intimidating, just tired.

“Yes, maybe that’s for the better.”

Hope doesn’t know how to deal with this situation. She feels uncomfortable, not just awkward and heated like before, that was intense, usual even for them. But this silence, this odd behavior for both of them is a change and she doesn’t know how she should feel about that.

“Goodnight, then.” She says awkwardly then chuckles, half fake half not. “And happy birthday, I guess... How old are you even?”

It’s such a normal, domestic question that it makes her cringe a bit. They always talk about other stuff like: ‘I will kill you. I will torture you. Say yes. Fuck you.’

“Thirty two... and it’s over midnight already, so you're a bit late.” John replies and Hope rolls her eyes at the man's teasing voice, but feels kind of happy that he’s back to his normal asshole self. No more uncomfortable silence.

“Well how would I know that? I don’t have a fancy home where I can watch the time go by... I lost my watch, so if it’s night time or day time, that’s all I know.” Hope laughs, annoyed by the fact that her watch has been taken when Jacob's hunters brought her to... to where ever the fuck they brought her for his evil presentation.

The junior deputy starts the engine of the chopper and takes off from the ground.

”I'm giving you this night, Deputy. Then tomorrow my people will come for you, they will bring you to me. Please don't fight it. You can't run from your confession, my dear. Either way you are going to say yes to me and then, I will free you from your sins. That is the will of the Father, the will of God.” John says and Hope groans out, annoyed by his speech.

Does he practice this in front of a mirror? Because it starts to sound like something he had to memorize and repeat it, like a good little student.

”Goodnight, John.” And with that Hope turns off her radio. She doesn't want to think about John Seed and their conversation. But she can't help but think about it, until she lands right outside of Fall's End.

I need some sleep. I need to forget about tonight. She thinks and she gets out of the chopper. The town looks empty, only the muffled music from the Spread Eagle is the sign that people live here. No one is outside, everybody sleeps probably.

Hope walks up to the entrance of the bar and steps inside. The air is filled with the scent of beer, sweat, but also the delicious smell of hamburger. God, I'm hungry!

Mary May looks up from behind the counter and greets the Deputy with a smile:

”Pastor said you were coming, but I thought only in the morning.” Hope sits down on a stool. ”Never mind, I'm just happy to see you in one piece. Heard you were busy in the Henbane and the mountains. Good, people need help everywhere.”

Hope is a bit tired hearing about this. People need help all the time, yeah, I know. Everyone keeps reminding me of it, not like I could forget about it.

”You got something to eat? I don't even know when was the last time I ate something.” Her stomach hurts just at the thought of her last meal. Mary May looks back to the kitchen through the window and shouts to the cook.

”Make a hamburger for our Deputy here.”

Her mouth waters when she gets her food in front of her. When she takes her first bite she moans out in pleasure, the incredible taste filling her mouth. She appriciates every bite and when she's finished she feels like she's in heaven.

Saying thanks for the food and the talk Hope leaves the Spread Eagle. And even now, full and feeling a bit more relaxed she still can't help but think about John Seed.

A/N: I wrote this on mobile and tumblr deleted a lot of parts that I had to rewrite. So if there are typos, I'm sorry. Also I wanted the chapter to be longer but I also wanted to post it, because I wont have my lap top for days. So yeah.

Tags: @onl-you

#hope's savior #trinity-hope johnson #my deputy #john seed x deputy #john seed x oc #john seed x female deputy #far cry 5 fanfiction #far cry fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #far cry 5 #my ocs

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Chanwoo prince!AU

[ Part 1.0 of the SEVEN KINGDOMS Series. ]

Welcome to the kingdom of the lost sun, Arenvour. It's basically the darkest kingdom among the seven kingdoms because rumor has it, no one saw the sun rise in this country. The country's basically ontop of a snowy mountain, and it's a.) cold, b.) dark c.) hard to go to and from but hey they're one of the richest countries because of their manpower, and wealth from the gold the ancestors got from a cave ontop of the mountains.

It's also the country's main source of income.

So here comes the crown prince Jung Chanwoo.

To be honest, no one knew that he's the prince actually.

He's a fan of acting so you can see him in the kingdom, roaming around, performing from one theater to another.

With bodyguards

In his trench coat and his favorite checkered scarf

But the other reason why no one knows about him being the prince is because of his unprincely actions.

Have you ever seen a prince skip out of his royal duties because he has a PLAY to perform in???

Have you ever seen a prince act so slyly with his staff?

Have you ever seen a prince who blatantly disrespects the king and queen easily as he does?

Yeah, he's pretty much a rebel, and a spoiled brat, but that's just his facade.

The truth is, he's really caring towards his kingdom, to the point that he goes "fuck the duties" just to help out in the kingdom.

Once, he went on a disguise as his actor self and helped out in the mines.

He also learned economics on his own by buying books from the kingdom of lost seas

He also helps out in making fire, hunting for festivals and such

It's the reason why his father allows him to brat out

But his mother hates that he's not royal-ish but does chanwoo care?

"Hell nah, I can do myself, thank you very much." he'd say.

So here's where you come in hehehe

You came from a family of hunters. And since you're the first female-born in the family, the entire family's protective of you

But you learned hunting from them so name a weapon, you can handle it.

And you wanted to try for knighthood but your brothers HATED that idea bc HEY YOU ARE THEIR BABY SISTER

But you reasoned "Shut up, i'm not a baby anymore!"

After 1234567890 years of practically blackmailing your family, you finally convinced them that you'll be a knight.

Oh, males and females are very equal in Arenvour basically because of Chanwoo and his equality agenda, so going to knighthood was fine for you

Anyway

You're now assigned to Chanwoo as one of his bodyguards because you're a prodigy at fighting, anyway.

On your first day, in front of the king and queen, he gave you his schedule and you went "Oh, he's pretty norm--"

Scratch that normal.

The moment you two got out of the throne room, he pulled the schedule out of your hands and ripped it right in front of you with a cheeky grin.

"What the fuck?!"

You held your hand on your mouth when you realized that you said something rude. His grin turned to a stern look

And you knew you were doomed

"Terrific, you're getting fired on your first day, congrats." you told yourself

But

HE SMILED AND CHUCKLED HEARTILY.

LIKE BITCH WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS

"You're funny Y/N, I like you already!" He laughed out loud before heading out first and you, ultimately following him, confused.

"You're not firing me?" you asked as he shook his head.

"Nah, why would I? And I think you'll be fun to be with for a change."

Turns out, his old bodyguard retired so he looked for a new one and you caught his eyes because you're pretty and you're from a family of hunters and he reasoned that he thinks he'll never go hungry as long as you're with him.

And he was brutally honest when he explained this.

Where did the shy chanwoo go?

and so you were flushing to death thanks a lot chanwoo

But you shook this thought off and back to work

After a week, you realized that his prince schedule is a 360 of his actual schedule. In the morning, when he has an ongoing play, he's usually practicing in town. If not, he's either helping out somewhere. In the afternoon, he goes out for lunch while reading economics books in the library (you wondered how he got access to the vip room but you remembered he's a prince, sooo) and in the evening, instead of eating in the royal banquet at that time, he performs or eats with the townspeople. At night, he'll just head back and sleep.

Which totally shocked you.

Actually, when he ripped out the sched, you thought he'd play around and mess around in the country.

"Oh, he's better than I thought."

And then his image in your eyes just went A++ for the next week because he's been treating you nicely.

"Oh, mister, how can you let Y/N carry that?" He grabbed whatever you were carrying and carried it himself.

"Y/N, it's dinnertime, what do you want?"

"Y/N, you're here to guard my body, so just watch me over from somewhere, i'll be fine."

"Y/N, I know you're tired so sleep while I perform"

But that doesn't stop him from bossing you around to be honest.

"Y/N, i'm hungry, get me chicken, but I want it fresh so hunt for one."

"Y/N, I can't shoot the pig, shoot it for me."

"Y/N!!!!!! My clothes won't fit!!! Sew it for me!!!!"

You basically got a manchild. He'd sometimes visit your quarters asking you to hunt something for him or make him tea or milk

Then he would also joke around you, like "OMG what are you WEARING dear knight you look like a FUCKING BROCCOLI"

And in general, he's what you'd call a prince-on-top with the royal family and staff.

But little did you know that the prince tends to be like that with the people he genuinely likes.

And he really adores you! Like he'd think it's fun to joke around and when you whine about it, he'd be even happier.

He began to really like you because of your advices though. Like, your advices makes sense and he likes that so much.

And your love for children!!! Heck, when you two helped out in an orphanage, you didn't hesitate to pick up the paralyzed kid who's thought to be cursed and his heart fluttered in amazement.

So the day for the royal ball held by Arenvour finally came. The night before that night, the prince visited you in his quarters with a wide smile. "Your highness, I'm off-duty right now."

He nods. "I know, I'm off duty right now, too." He said as he raised his arm, revealing that he's not wearing the royal brace. He smiled beautifully. "I came here to tell you that you should dress nicely for tomorrow, no need to be my bodyguard, just be there for me."

"Ok???" ofc you raised a brow at him and nodded in acknowledgement before leaving.

So the next day, you didn't get to act as a bodyguard because he sealed himself in his quarters, but you still guarded his door.

The night came and you dressed nicely into the dress your mom made, chose a nice hairpiece that your younger brother formed with gold and a good pair of shoes that your older brother made for you. (tbh your dad had a hard time sending you off.)

"DAD I'M NOT GETTING MARRIED U KNOW"

"i KNOW BUT SOMEONE'S SLICING ONIONS MY BABY GIRL IS ALL GROWN UP"

YOur brothers drag you out before your dad starts ranting about everything again.

Ok so now the ball. The palace changed drastically for the ball. Everything's suddenly anti-cold and all. You didn't get to see chanwoo immediately, but you saw some of the other princes from the seven kingdoms. Like Hanbin from the kingdom of the lost grounds, who made it clear from his ring that he's not single and not ready to mingle.

Then the music started to play. Everyone's chattering with someone, and you were with some of your fellow knights, like Mingyu for example. Or Kyulkyung, maybe, who are bodyguards for the royal family, too. And these two didn't hesitate to ask, "Ok we get it you have an affair with the prince"

And you were like "bhItCH what ths fuckkkk????"

Kyulkyung, who's the queen's bodyguard, kept asking "the queen asked me about you, about which family you came from or what lineage you're from because she thinks that her son likes YOU BITCH"

And you went "LOL he LIKES me??? I think it'll pass if you said he likes to annoy me u know"

Mingyu raised a brow. "care to explain the midnight visitations in your quarters and the laughing?"

"You heard that?!"

Mingyu nods. "You guys were LOUD." you mentally rolled your eyes and reminded yourself never to open up your quarters for him next time. "Anyway, I think you'd make a good couple."

"lol says who?"

Mingyu winks "says the guy who's the son of a matchmaker." before glancing somewhere. "looks like someone's mad at me for winking at you."

Before you can say anything you felt someone grabbed you by the wrist.

Surprise, surprise, it's chanwoo looking hot, flustered and slightly upset with a pout on his face as he ultimately pulled you away from your co-knights.

"Your highness, what's with you?" you asked when you finally were left alone on the dance floor.

"Y/N, what did we say about the your highness thingy when we're alone?"

"oh, right, Chanwoo." you raised a brow at him as you two began to slow-dance. "So, care to tell me why you pulled me away from my friends when we were chatting?"

He cutely pouted making you smile a little. "I told you to be here with me, for me, not to chat with them." his pout became longer. "you see each other almost every day!"

"not as much as I see you, though."

He rolled his eyes. "fine, you made your point."

You began to notice his outfit. It's not his usual clothes, it's his prince uniform. You took note of this fact as you remembered that the royal family only wears the royal uniform during ------

The coronation. Holy shit. "The reason you wanted to have me here is because you're going to be crowned tonight?!" OKAY BEETCH YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING

"shh!" he scolded you. "you did your homework, didn't you?" he smiled at you before he did his curtsy. "i also came to get a queen." but before he can explain further, he walked away and headed for the podium, further confusing you.

[ Part 2 here! ]

[other members: hanbin || jinhwan || bobby || yunhyeong || junhoe || donghyuk ]

[other princes: Chanwoo (1)(2) || Jaehyun || Seungcheol]

#chanwoo au #chanwoo scenarios #ikon au chanwoo #ikon fanfic #ikon scenario #ikon scenarios #ikon au

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The Hogwarts Revolution // A Next Gen Story

For my friends in here as always: @always-blame-jefferson , @hannahbakcr and @allthebrighteststars

Also, @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky , for making me feel the happiest I’ve been in a couple of weeks.

Let me not forget @ravenclaw-nerd-105 for ramdomly geeking out over Harry Potter with me.

Word count: 1900

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Part 8/ ?

Cast / Masterlist

AN: I’m sorry for the time between chapters for those of you who are reading this story. College has been hell, I’ve just started a new job and I’m pretty sure anxiety has become a permanent resident. That being said, please enjoy these chapter and give me some validation.

October Second, 2015

11:35 PM

“It’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine…” He murmured the mantra, holding onto his legs, pressed against the corner of the room. But he knew it was coming.

How had the night ended so terribly, Albus thought to himself as he watched Scorpius sleep on the infirmary bed with rose by his side. They were all having fun until James showed up, he could feel his breath come out in short puffs, his heart beating erratically in his chest, his head began to swim as thought clouded his mind.

It’s all my fault, my fault, my fault.

If he hadn’t insisted on going to the party, maybe his best friend wouldn’t be in this situation.

What would he do if Scorpius hated him once he woke up, of course Madam Pomfrey had assured him it wouldn’t happen but what if? The tingling in the tips of his fingers increased and he wiped the sweat away on his pants.

The boy’s head rose when the sound of footsteps was heard entering the infirmary. While Lyra went to talk to Rose and Scorpius, Lorcan went to talk to the frightened kid, the older girl was only able to mutter a few words due to the intense anger she was feeling.

“I am going to kill James Potter.”

TWENTY SIX HOURS EARLIER

It was another ordinary day at Hogwarts. Well, as ordinary as it got in a school for witchcraft and wizardry. Currently, Teddy was presiding over a meeting with the prefects about the school, it seemed that lately the tension between the houses had risen to a whole new level and Minerva had made finding some sort of solution their responsibility. The group was made up of twenty four people in total: Teddy (Edward actually but calling him by his full names was weird) and Elena Cortez, Head Boy and Girl, Elena was one of the nicest girls anyone had ever met, plus extremely brilliant academically, of course she would be the head girl.

Then there were the prefects, for Gryffindor they were Lorcan Scamander and May Winston in the fifth year, a muggle born girl that was one the triplets best friends, the sixth year prefects were Linda Prince and Christian Cortes, seventh year was represented by Liana Verita and Mason Carter; the Ravenclaw fifth year prefects were none other than Lysander Scamander and Victoire Weasley, secretly everyone hoped they’d somehow end up together, sixth year had Roxanne Weasley and Wes Blythe, it had been a surprise to everyone when the girl had been sorted into Ravenclaw given her parents were both Gryffindors, lastly Hayley Fields and Carlos Valente were the seventh year prefects.

As for the Hufflepuff representatives, they were Augusta Longbottom and Castor Spinnet in fifth year, both of them were incredible people, for year six the representatives were Cassandra Lenn and Spencer Morgan, Molly Weasley II and Rafael Vidal finalized the Hufflepuff representatives. Lastly, for the Slytherin house, fifth year prefects were Lyra Scamander and Lin Pisani, sixth year had Philippa Chou and Rami Nadeau to represent it and to close the group came Tish Diggle and Ezra McKean for the seventh year.

“This week we had four unauthorized duels, three fist fights and the prank the Gryffindors pulled landed three people in the infirmary with allergic reactions.”

On Thursday morning, during lunch, James and his friends decided that it’d be a fun idea to make Puffapods appear on the Slytherin table, an otherwise harmless prank had it not been for the fact that three people had ended up in the infirmary because of it, Lyra included among them; the fumes the plant emitted while blooming triggered a reaction similar to asthma. Lorcan sat beside his sister, who still was a bit shaken. Everyone in the room was infuriated but there was virtually nothing they could do, at least during the day.

“I suggest an integration party.” Said Wes Blythe, soon being followed by murmurs of agreement. “Maybe a costume party where upon entering you are put under a spell to be virtually unrecognizable until a certain time.”

The idea was nice. Maybe without the labels of the houses people would learn that there was more to each other than where they were placed, if everyone could do that life would be much easier.

After the meeting it was decided that the party would be held at the Great Hall on Saturday night, students of every age would be able to attend under the supervision of the prefects and head students. The use of a costume was obligatory but you could go literally as anything you wanted, the magic was that no one would be able to tell it was you. At midnight, the spell would be lifted. After the last details were set, the students sent an owl to Minerva, which she promptly answered with a positive feedback.

“Let’s go to bed everyone, we have very busy day tomorrow.” Not that Teddy himself would actually go to bed, he just had to give a somewhat good example. Truth was that just like he had inherited his father’s gentle and calm personality, he had also inherited his mother’s lack of ability to behave, it was just better concealed.

He then walked to his best friend, who was still shaken from the sever allergic reaction from the previous day.

“Hey Eddie.” This nickname only surfaced when she was either very tired or sick. Lin, her housemate that had been talking to her until now took his leave and went away.

“Come on, Ly.”

Lorcan and Lysander watched from a small distance as the pair left, the boy’s right arm draped around their sister shoulder, the girl barely being able to stand upright. Sure James was one of their best friends despite all of his actions but now he had crossed a line.

TWELVE HOURS EARLIER

The last month had been hard for all of them.

Albus was fairing very well academically, along with his friends Rose and Scorpius but since his father had heard of his sorting, he hadn’t sent a single letter to him. As impulsive as she was, Lyra had nearly sent Harry Potter a howler sevral time, if it wasn’t for Victoire she’d probably have sent at least three. Rose, Scorpius and him had become very good friends but somehow he still felt left out most of the time.

Not today, today there would be a sort of costume party and after a lot of nagging on his part, his friends had agreed to go with him, neither of them were exactly party people but the idea was rather fun. So Rose would go as Jesse Quick from The Flash, not that she liked the show that much but she loved Jesse’s character; Scorpius as a Jedi, after he had been introduced to Star Wars at one of the Slytherin Movie Nights it was pretty much the only thing he could think about; and Albus was going as Percy Jackson, because he had become his favorite character over summer. Lyra helped the younger kids get ready with Tori, Dominique and a bunch of other people.

When everyone from year three and under was ready to go, the older ones got ready, Tori was going as Supergirl, Dominique and Michelle were going as Korra and Asami, Lorcan and Lysander thought it would be funny so they were going as Thing One and Thing Two, Lyra was going as Anastasia and Teddy as Dmitri, others like James, Carter or Fred would decide their costumes fifteen minutes before it was time to go.

THREE HOURS EARLIER

Before everything began, Headmistress McGonagall passed by the Hall to check everything, she had to say that the group had impressed her greatly. The ceilings echantment had been temporarily altered to display fireworks instead of the night sky, the tables had been pushed to the far walls and were covered in black tablecloths with colorful tableware. All in all, the hall looked great, they had surely made great choices with the prefects and head students.

It wasn’t long before the students began gathering in front of the doors to enter the party, Lorcan and Lysander were already under the charm that made the person unrecognizable so they had been in charge of putting everyone else under it. The prefects and head students however, were under a different version of the charm, they could recognize themselves between them but to other students they would only look strangely familiar.

James, whose last minute costume was Gaston from Beauty and the Beast, had only gone to the party for the sake of it. He thought that the whole point of it was ridiculous, if they weren’t supposed to care which house a person had been sorted into, why were there houses in the first place? But then again, his brother had been sorted into Slytherin and he wasn’t all that he had been taught, neither was Lyra or Dominique.

Still, better safe then sorry. During the party he had steered clear of anyone who looked suspicious to him (that meant anyone who looke like a Slytherin), however he did have fun. At about ten in the evening, the girl prefects and Elena, the head girl were sitting in the corner of a table talking about their respective crushes (some of them had far too many, while others had none when Augusta asked Lyra who was her crush.

“Merlin, Auggie, it feels like we’re all the way back in first year.”

“You didn’t answer her question, Miss Scamander. Is it a certain seventh year Hufflepuff?” Retorted Hayley, the girl was wearing a very extravagant Ursula costume. For some unknow reason, Lyra blushed.

“I don’t know, maybe. The thing is I’m not really certain if I like Teddy in that way, but I could fall for him so easily that it’s kind of scary.”

Lyra and Teddy knew that they woould somehow end up together, it was one of the things you just know deep in your heart, there had never been another option for either of them.

At about fifteen minutes until midnight, they began going to their positions around the hall to lift the charm. The excitment in the atmosphere was nearly touchable, James was blissfully unaware of the fact that the people he had been hanging out with for the past couple of hours were all in Slytherin.

When midnight hit the charm was lifted and the reactions wer mostly good but one in particular caught everyone’s attention. James Potter who until now was animatedly talking with the small group around him took a step back, the people around him were people he remembered seeing around the castle wearing green and silver.

Suddenly, everything he believed wasn’t as clear anymore and everything he wanted was to leave the party. In his haste to leave he ended up pushing several people out of the way, one of them being Scorpius Malfoy. In that moment several things happened, the first one was Lyra yealling James’s name, the second was his arm swinging when he turned around, the third was his arm hitting Scorpius which in turn made the small boy stumble and fall to the ground awkwardly bending his leg. A resounding crack was heard. James disappeared like a ghost.

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Billy - A Short Story

It was many years ago when the child was born; the exact year I cannot say. His father was a simple man by the equally simple name of Bob. He had only two loves in this world: biking, and his wife. He loved to feel the wind surround him as he rode through the landscapes of the country; he was never one for city life, and so he did not live near one at all. Things such as gas-burning cars and loud subway systems angered him, and he most defiantly did not want to raise a family in such a place.

There was only a few disadvantages that came with living in the country: the stores had few things to offer by way of variety, and the doctors were not as well trained as most would like. But Bob didn't mind. He stocked his closet with a simple green polo shirt and brown shorts, taking no care in fancy clothes anyway.

All was well for Bob and his wife, and it was not long after their marriage that “they” became pregnant. The doctor was old and in a wheelchair, but assured the young couple that he was more than able to help with the birthing process.

When the day came, Bob's wife labored for hours, and screamed on into the night. It was midnight when the child was born, and the doctor rolled out slowly, holding the child in his hands and presented it to Bob.

“It's a boy,” he said solemnly.

Bob held the boy up in wonder as he smiled, seemingly unaware of the doctor's attitude. “He's beautiful. My little Billy...”

“Sir there...there is something you should know.”

“Yes? Is something wrong with the child?”

“No no he's...he's fine. It's your wife, sir. She...she didn't make it. The child...Billy...came with such a force that he...took some of her organs out with him. She saw his face before he died. She must have been happy at least for that.”

Bob held his boy close and fel to his knees. His wife had been all that he had, and now...she was gone.

“Billy...” Bob whispered, sobbing gently “I'll never leave your sid as I did hers. You shall be with me always. I swear it.”

In the following years, Bob kept his promise. He built a small port on his bike and attached a seat for Billy to sit in.

“See? Now you can go with daddy everywhere. We'll never be apart.” Bob smiled, wanting nothing but his son's safety. In fact, any and every time Billy was hurt; even in the slightest, Bob would shout out “dammit” to himself as a chastising for his failure to protect.

Every day Bob would take Billy with him on his rides through the country, and one day he passed a rather tattered looking bum in a wheelchair on the street. Bob stopped and made sure his son looked at him.

“That's Willy. He used to be the local doctor until...” Bob sighed sadly “You stay away from that man. He's nothing but a drunkard now, and he deserves no better.”

Billy nodded and started at the man, who looked up at him with eyes that showed nothing but regret. Billy looked down at his old but stable wheelchair and smiled as his dad rode off.

That night Billy snuck out of bed and walked the long country rode to the 'town red-neck's' house. She was a fat old broad by the name of Betty, and kept all sorts of foolish things around her trailer. Billy had seem some old fire-works in a rusted-out shed there before, and went now to retrieve them. Instead he found something much better. There was a rocket of sorts in her shed; probably smuggled in from some forsaken country by her local dealer, Larry. Billy took it, along with a few tools, and wandered out into the night.

It didn't take him long to find Willy, who was slumped over his many bottles in a drunken stupor of a sleep. Billy smirked once more as he attached the rocket to his wheelchair, then hurried back home.

The next day on Billy and Bob's ride through the country, they saw a strange sight for their part of the world: several police cars and an old ambulance were parked around a strange, burning heap. Bob got up and wheeled his bike over slowly, telling Billy not to un-buckle himself.

“What's going on?” He asked, trying to sneak a peak at the wreckage.

“We think it's a kind of...radical suicide. Old Doctor Willy attached a...ROCKET to his wheelchair and bolted straight for Betty's trailer. He died on impact and, unfortunately, took Betty out with the blaze.”

“My God...” Bob looked over at Billy, not wanting him to see such horrors. But, to his surprise, Billy was smiling. It was a strange smile, and it reminded him of the smile Billy had when he first held him in his arms, after his wife died. He decided to take Billy home.

The next few weeks were strange ones, as the local newspaper reported odd deaths around town. Larry, local dealer by night and lawn-mower for hire, had apparently slipped and fallen right under his lanmover as the blades were running. A local couple of tourists from the city, Mike and Mary, had a tampered fuel line on their scooter and it exploded. There was even a report of the local nut-job scientist, Harry, having his head cut off by his new “self-serve helicopter”. Every day Bob got more and more worried for the safety of his son and, one night, decided that they had to get out of this town.

Bob hired a moving company to take care of their personal affairs for them, and took Billy on his bike to make a sort of adventure out the move. The rode for days, stopping at motels and various diners, all the while laughing and trying to bond. Billy, however, was not having that much fun. In fact, he seemed to be a tad depressed. With every day that went by he got more and more bored with the entire situation, and eventually Bob had to ask him why.

“I want to go home.” Billy said, staring off into the empty distance “There are no people here.”

“I know, but we're off to a new town. There will be new people to play with.”

“But I want to play with them NOW.” He shouted back in a strangely demanding voice “I miss...the excitement of it all.”

“I''m sorry Billy, but too many...accidents happened there. It wasn't safe.”

“There'll be accidents where-ever I go...” Billy muttered.

That night Billy snuck out of the motel room and went towards his Father's bike. He hadn't planned on hurting his father, but the boredom was too much for him to withstand. He loosened a bolt on the bike's chain and went back inside, preparing for tomorrow.

The next day Billy and Bob went out for breakfast, then Bob strapped his son onto the seat before heading off.

“Be careful not to move around too much back there. We have to ride on the highway for a bit.”

“Highways are dangerous, right dad?”

Bob smiled. “Yes they are. So we'll be super-EXTRA careful, right?”

Billy smirked. “Of course.”

It didn't take long for the pair to reach the highway and, when they did, it didn't take them long to pick up speed. It was as if they were being boosted forward, and Billy enjoyed it. The speedy, but gentle ride came to an abrupt halt though as the bike chain snapped, sending Billy and Bob twisting wildly towards an on-coming truck. They flew towards it so fast and seemingly out of nowhere, that it could almost be called a...turbo dismount. Needless to say, they didn't survive the crash.

Billy awoke a few hours later in a warm place surrounded by fire. The very walls seemed to be oozing it, and he called out for his dad.

“Bobby isn't here, Billy.” A strange voice called out, emerging from the shadows. It was a large, red demon who smiled down at Billy with rancid teeth.

“Where am I? Where's daddy?”

“He's gone to a MUCH better place then this, boy-o.”

“Then why did I come here?”

“Because you were a bad boy in life, and so must be punished now, in death.”

Billy looked up at the monster with true fear in his eyes and his own form seemed to shrink and change.

“I'm sending you to a place where you will be surrounded forever by the tourture that you love so much, but where you will also be a part of it. I have chosen the best person for the job of punishing you for eternity; a soul who has the ability to hate you, and you alone, with such a passion that you will surely feel maximum pain.”

“But...if I am already in Hell, where am I to go?”

“Oh, to a lovely place,” the creature smiled “Happy Wheels.”

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