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violaceum-vitellina-viridis · 10 days ago

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i know this is an ask game that other people are meant to participate in, but actually i've decided i'm going to do what i used to do with these on deviantart back in ye olden days of 2009, and just answer all of them myself because i fuckin wanna

feel free to join me!!!

- Song of the year? according to my YouTube recap, it's either I'm Not Dead by P!nk (#1 song on the list) or Only by Imagine Dragons (most repeated), and i think those work. the only other song i can think to name as song of the year would be This Year by The Mountain Goats because i sure have made it through 2024 despite it's best efforts to kill me

- Album of the year? once again, going off of the YouTube recap, it's LOOM by Imagine Dragons, which is in fact a fucking banger so i will let that stand

- Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year? definitely The Warning -- their album Keep Me Fed was another option for album of the year, because it is also a certified banger and i listened to it on repeat a lot

- Movie of the year? mm. i think i have to pick The Passenger for myself, because i got into it this year (thanks @sargassostories) and i've rewatched it a couple of times since

- TV show of the year? ...jesus christ did i even watch any TV this year? Fringe, i think? and I watched the first season of the PJO series for class.... uh. well. i certainly didn't watch enough TV to have an answer for this, goddamn.

- Episode of TV or webisode that defined the year for you? see above, lmfao

- Favorite actor of the year? well, i spent a lot of time being really normal (lying) about Kyle Gallner and Johnny Berchtold? otherwise i, uh, don't really pay much mind to actors. i do think Ariana Grande fucking nailed playing Glinda in Wicked.

- Game of the year? mm. i spent a lot of time playing Slime Rancher (the first one). also really enjoyed Gourdlets.

- Best month for you this year? *vaguely panicked hysterical laughter in the distance* uh. either january, before the migraines hit; june, the first month that the migraines started to noticeably drop in number and the month i went and saw @heronfem for their birthday; or december, because i got to go visit them again and also go see my beloved @queerfictionwriter

- Something that made you cry this year? *panicked laughter continues, louder* how much time do you have?

- Something you want to do again next year? definitely going back to visit vinn and twist again.

- Talk about a new friend you made this year okay the one is a funny story -- so i took a botany class that i totally bombed but that's irrelevant and one day i ended up skipping it but going up to campus to go to another class i had after, and one of my classmates that i'd been sitting next to, and, notably, sharing food with (they like dried fruit and i can't eat it for autism reasons, but the preprepped packs i buy have dried fruit), stopped to ask me a question about my cane. i answered it, but before they could go i was like. hey. this is embarrassing because we've been in class for like three weeks and we've straight up been sharing food. but what's your name. and they looked at me and laughed and were like "it's sage, but great news, i don't know your name either, so --" anyway we spent like an hour and a half chattering at one another and i validated their suspicion that they were autistic (i had clocked that on day one of class whoops)

- How was your birthday this year? it sure happened! it sure wasn't terrible! i think? genuinely i do not remember a ton about it. my memory isn't great to start with and the migraines have made it worse.

- Favorite book you read this year? i haven't read a ton of full books, BUT i did read a short story i want literally everyone to go read immediately: The Six Deaths of the Saint by Alix E. Harrow. it's super fucking cool and rocked my world when read it for class

- What’s a bad habit you picked up this year? honestly i am forgiving myself of any habits i picked up brand new because this year has sucked so fucking badly that anything that wasn't actively detrimental to my health gets a pass

- Post a picture from the beginning of the year

have a campus selfie from spring semester

- Post a picture from the end of the year

airport selfie ft. snapchat filter

- A memorable meal this year? have two: the most stoner ass meal i've ever eaten, which was when i, migrained and craving shit, made a grilled cheese out of eggo waffles and dipped it in maple syrup - it rocked, go try it; and then i tried eggs benedict with cheese sauce at twist's and it was also very good

- What’re you excited about for next year? i. do not even know. next year is so up in the air on what's going on that i'm just kind of staring blankly at it and begging it not to bite.

- What’s something you learned this year? once again: how much time have you got?

- What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year? oh man. i now have a collection of gnomes, i have many new stone animal children, uhhhh there's honestly dozens of things but i have a terrible memory

- Favorite place you visited this year? twist and canada!

- If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be? go find a therapist right now. no, immediately. do not pass go, do not collect $200, do not hesitate, Right Now. drag your spouse to do the same. jesus mary and joseph this year has teeth and claws and hatred in its heart, go

- Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions? not precisely -- the only one i made was to try and buy an accessory so noticable/etc that it made people do a double take. i DID buy a few new accessories (a witch hat, a ring, a few pieces of jewelry) but none of them have been head-turning

- Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one i have ended up with a handful of new OCs this year, but most of them have been only loosely-developed. only one of them has really become a Character: Cytherea Harlow, aka Thea, lovingly known prior to being named as "Idiot Witch", a fat, queer, trans, disabled, goth-hippie witch who makes a deal with a demon to share/use her body :D

#ask game #about me #end of year questions

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seokmins · 1 year ago

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Summarizing my feelings for anyone who cares for the fts concert day 1 since I think I'll only pop in when I feel like it for day 2 (spoilers ofc)

Set list was great and every song had its own flair to be appreciated - live vocals and adlibs always hit differently

The boys def had their mics on and their performance energy never disappoints and can't be matched

They were glowing - literally and seemed to really be enjoying themselves 🥹 I hope they're always happy

Styling was great, a tad simple but not too simple idk I wasn't like blown away but I wasn't disappointed

So much seungkwan love ugh his presence was definitely missed (hi back up dancer with the perm istg u were in smth before) and he most certainly was not forgotten - he even showed up during vocal unit's perf in the audience! And was in the VODs!

LOTS OF FLASHING but the vods were both funny and hot and cryptic but I'm just glad I didn't get a migraine 😭

Vocal unit's performance was so bouncy and energetic and soft and full of love. Their part of the VOD def fit the angelic vocals my god I was sooo soft

idubily fuckin slayed and we got highlight too! They were hot af, served insane amt of cuntiness as expected and chan looked like a goddamn snack, dinner, brekky, lunch, and dessert

Back it up! She never misses! And fire was as amazing as I expected. Not sure abt the fits but cheol's low shirt and necklaces made up for whatever was going on

Vernon absolutely stole the show btw in general. He was so expressive n full of energy and he looked so good <33333

Jeonghan fucking popped off as well I adore concert jeonghan he always looks so good and is so so so dramatic

Jihoon's entrance, vocals, and hair - he is everything to me

Theaterteen! Ugh so full of joy and kidult ugh my heart I was just soft and weepy the entire time...

Until anyone came on and I was like yeah racerteen slaps and I got my center dancer kyeom AND THEN HE TOOK OFF HIS JACKET FOR A BIT ROAR

Beautiful btw was 💔💔💔💔💔 so fun and they make US feel so loved I'll cry again

Hoshi was so annoying remind me he's the introvert but I love him and his hair looked great p sure his whole ass arms were out for no reason and his intro im in tears

Joshua was so embarrassing but he looked so good and sang so well I'll forgive him

They all looked great!

They bullied tf out of wonu and Jun in the beginning lmaooooo I'll save u boys from the menaces 😭

Hao's hair popped off and his nails were painted!

Cheol was SO sweaty ajkslalaksjd and his facial expressions were soooo 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 he had sm love for his members and carats istg it's good he had blonde hair or I would've clawed through the screen when he put glasses on

Seokmin looked so fluffy and cute and he wasn't terribly sweaty despite being dressed in two layers most of the time until the brushed his hair back but whatever 🙄 vocal king and menace to gyu

I fell asleep halfway through the encore and ments but I just love svt sm ❤️

#Anyways #Needed to get that out there 💀#elv's mumblez

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emerysnonsense · 9 months ago

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Hihi sweet tea!

Sending this while I have some time(aka I cannot sleep because my head wants to spontaneously combust)

Life been stupid crazy but is kinda chilling and it now but still not really ^^’

Snatched your Sleepytime playlist to listen to while I try and sleep

Apparently we’ve had the Spotify family plan and I was just never informed so imma start trying to use it more since I no longer have to listen to ads and therefore am gonna look through all of your playlists cause I can

So far very good music much vibes

Ahxbsjbxsjndi

Ah brain running out of words

Hopefully life has been going well over there and is not even close to as chaotic as it has been here

Done anything fun? Anything interesting going on?

Ughhhdhhcbd I’m trying so hard to converse but head says no only pain

Oh the joys of genetic chronic migraines

Love that the new medicine does nothing(not like I really expected it to but still would’ve been nice if it did TvT)

Got work on Sunday so hopefully the migraine is at least manageable otherwise that is going to suck significantly more than it already was gonna

Mmmmm words….uhhhhh

Oh when I get the chance and actually remember and hopefully learn how to actually use Spotify I might go make a playlist of recommendations for you cause like I said it’d be a longgggggg list

Mmm yeah I think I’m outta words now lol

Again hope you’re doing well!!

Lotsssssss of platonic love to you sweet tea!!!!

Love ya tonssssssss!(/platonic)

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hi starshine!!!

hope you're doing a little better and that whatever crazy stuff is going on right now passes quickly

ohhh nice! I hope you enjoy my random playlists!

some of them can be a little random

I have a lot of playlists, but I think I don't have all of them public

not much going on here tbh

people around me have started to notice my lack of self confidence and don't know what to do about it, neither do I

so that's one thing that's happening, but other than that I'm mostly relaxing

I hope your migraines go away soon

I thankfully rarely get those, but I do know they're very painful ^^'

so yeah, hopefully it stops hurting!

if you need any help with Spotify, you can ask me anytime

I know a few things about it bc I've used it for a while now

I'd love to listen to the songs you recommend

maybe I should make a playlist too

hmmmm

I could also add you to the one playlist I made with the songs you, arty and some other people recommended

that way you can add those directly to that playlist

or we could generally make a new playlist we can both add songs to

ye, I'll probably do that

lots of platonic love to you starshine <333333333333333333333333333

you're amazing and I appreciate you a lot

love you /p

#answered ask #starshine ✨

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fromanartistsheart2 · 1 year ago

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I had a hard time

Writing this rhyme

Deciding which stories

To share that aren't gory

2x brain surgery survivor

B4 the age of 2

Family was worried

About what I could do

3 more surgeries

For an ongoing health condition

That doesn't have a cure

Of that, Drs r sure

Raised by a single daddy

Mother nowhere to be found

We heard nothing for years

Not a single sound

My mom came along

When I was just 12

And she is the bomb

About it I wrote a song

Engaged at 19

To a man that was obscene

Going to strip bars

When I would ask where u r

I caught him cheating

In a private room

And that was the end of

The relationship that was doomed

From Carolina

Down n the south

And to go with it

I have a smart mouth

Met my next migraine

Thru their ex

It was insane

That should have been my sign

At age 21, married then pregnant

I was stuck with him

Didn't know where to go

But it was easy to leave, people told me so

First child born with health issues

That I didn't have enuff tissues

For all my tears

Throughout the years

I was wrong to make

My child behave

And to my husband

Was expected to b a slave

After 6 years

Baby 2 came along

I stayed home with the kids

I thought he was working, but I was so wrong

He lied to me again

And expected me to give in

To join in with his sin

And lie to people again

Begging for food

Which I thought was rude

Begging for rides

Or he would have my hide

Abuse and tyranny

The whole time

It even inspired

Lots of rhymes

Met my new husband

Right here on Facebook

Writing my rhymes

Of the terrible times

Baby #3

And oh woe was me

The oldest out of control

And so my temper rolled

Family interfered

And told my child to disobey

My child was on the losing end

Now matter which way

He listens to the people

Who claim to go to the steeple

But expect him to b a sheeple

And listen to the wrong people

I was suppose to let

His behavior slide

And let him do what he wants

Because to him people lied

So in 2015

When things were past obscene

I met a new guy

And to me he didn't lie

He also wrote rhymes

And I responded most of the time

He was there for me

And my kids 3

So we wrote forth and back

And he never gave me slack

Told me like it was

And never lied because

He is a real man

And he came up with a plan

To rescue me

And my babies, 3

Over time we grew

And by now each other knew

That we loved the other

And had to b with one another

So n 2017

My son made accusations (obscene)

So the cops said we had to leave

And no longer have to cleave

The cops never investigated

Never tried, and it's them I hated

He has big connections

But none that I can prove, just suspections

He got the kids back

And kept them n slack

And now their grades they're failing

Like everyone that I've been telling

Everyday I live

It is for my kids

To save them from him

And everything he's did

He's tried to get me to stop the fight

So he can do everything not right

So that I won't report

And to threats he won't have to resort

So f*cked up

He has them

From what

He's done to them

P*ssed off?!

I'm way beyond

And of the court system

I am not fond

They tell me that my kids

R f*cked up beyond repair

And so I just should stop

And not even care

I should just go on

Live my life and forget

But if I do

I'll have lots of regrets

I tell u all these things

Cause it's for my kids that I breathe

And all the things my ex has done

It just makes me seethe

Fill up with anger

To the point of danger

And go full beast mode

And just explode

But if I do that

He will get what he wants

To prove I'm mentally unstable

And get the kids? I won't

Protect my kids?

The system won't

And my ex?!

I KNOW he won't!

So my heart breaks

With everything he takes

Away from my kids

Just like to him, his family did

Heartwarming Hymns

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sternenhimmel-mond · 1 year ago

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Oh dip, there was an attempt to tag me. I'll take care of this, then.

Name: wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy. People mainly call me Stern on here, an easy abbreviation.

Pronouns: They/them

Where do you call home? Northern Nevada in the USofA. That's as specific as I'll get.

Favorite animal: similar to tea, it's hard to choose. I like a lot of things, many different kinds of birds, lizards, snakes, cats, dogs, a lot of amphibians, I even like a lot of bugs and spiders and such. I would like to have a cat again, but that's not going to happen for me for a while.

Cereal of choice: I can't really choose. I like a few of them, but the ones I gravitate more towards are honey nut cheerios for a simple and easy cereal that doesn't make things worse if I have a migraine, another one of those would be kix, but I do occasionally partake in the sugar-hell fruity cereals, maybe a chocolate one if I really don't care about how it'll affect my head.

Are you a visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? I'm not sure. I like being able to see howthings are done, and hear how they're done, and try it myself. So I guess I'm a mix of all three.

First pet: I can't remember if my dad's rottweiler or our little gray cat came first. The rottweiler died when I was very young and my cat was put down two years ago and she was my age. We didn't have the cat at first, though. She belonged to my aunt before she was ours but my parents are pretty sure she was the same age as me and she was in my life for almost the entire time.

Favorite scent: this is a pretty easy one for me. Petrichor is a very good smell and living in a desert makes it all the more potent when it does rain here. I love it. There are some candles that I've had that I really like the smell of and some old spice deodorants and soaps that I like the smell of, and there's many more I'm sure, but I think I have to go with petrichor as my favorite.

Do you like astrology? Sometimes it's fun to talk about birthsigns but for the most part I do not participate. I know I'm a Taurus and that's all well and good, but I don't go any further into it than that.

How many playlists do you have on Spotify/Apple Music? Well, I don't have either of those, but I do have SoundCloud and I use YouTube for any music I don't have on SoundCloud. And I have so very many playlists on both of those platforms and I'm too lazy to count. I make a new playlist every time I want to hear certain songs played together. I used use Amazon prime music but last November they changed it from being more like prime video where you get a good amount of songs included with your prime membership, and you pay extra for more but now it's more like unpaid Spotify, which I hate. I don't like listening to music exclusively on shuffle, in fact I don't like shuffle at all, especially if I'm listening to a game or movie soundtrack. So I stopped using it. But I only had one playlist on there since I am mooching off of my mom's Amazon prime account and she had her own music on there too. I also used it to listen to some podcasts and albums from artists I like. But not anymore.

Sharpies or highlighters? I haven't used a highlighter or a colored sharpie in years. Being an engineer, though, I use black sharpies a lot.

A song that makes you cry? Hm. Not entirely sure, sometimes a song will make me cry and sometimes it won't. Sometimes I cry while listening to a song for unrelated reasons that the song reminded me of. Last time I cried during a song was I think Gone by Dymer, maybe.

A song that makes you happy? I think I'm going to have to go with anything by ANZE, he's a good musician and does primarily electronic music.

And finally, do you write/draw/create? If so, use this as an opportunity to shamelessly promote yourself!

I used to draw but I don't anymore. I also like to create things, I work with jewelry wire from time to time, I've made a crown of mushrooms for myself and I have made and am in the process of making staves. I'm also in the process of developing a fantasy world, but I've hit a pretty deep rutt with that and sometimes think about showing Tumblr, but then I just never get around to making any posts about it or anything. I am currently working on a project where I'm using a Skyrim character to tell a story, and I recently had a poll asking if anyone is interested based on an outline I provided and it got pretty good results. I'm currently in the "write everything down while I play through the various quests" stage, and then I'll refine and proofread and make any changes I deem necessary. During this first refinement period I also plan on breaking it up into the different acts of her story. If I feel it's ready to start releasing after one round of editing, I'll go through and make the chapter breaks and release them. If not, I'll get some other people involved to help me figure out if it sounds good and what I can do to make it sound better if needed. Help it flow better.

Maybe I'll talk more about my fantasy world soon, maybe I'll keep going about my day to day forgetting to make any posts about it. But I do intend on releasing my Skyrim character, Serelynn's story at some point. I'll also have to make a tag for her. And maybe I'll draw again later on in my life but for now I'm just not feeling it. I do want to keep making things like my jewelry wire things and the other crafts projects I used to do but I like being able to give them to people, and right now I don't really have anyone to give them to.

I guess I'll tag @niiary @c0smicdusk @gameguy20100 @jacks-wack-attack @lady-lessobian @trice-thenobling @pilot-doodles @bread-tab @jkl930 and any of my followers and mutuals who want see this and want to.

Community-building Tag Game

Tagged by: @anchored-trident

Name: Internet safety 101, kids. Keep 'em guessing. ('Tea' is fine.)

Pronouns: he/him

Where do you call home? Northwest Canada! Nice and grey.

Favorite animal: Honestly I love pretty much all of them but if I had to, like. Cohabitate with one? Cats. God's favourite bastards. Also partial to polyphemus moths, the common brown bat, june beetles, golden moles, the silky tree anteater, poison dart frogs, hawks, chimney swifts, and nautuluses, too.

Cereal of choice: I am. Not a cereal person. Fruit loops?

Are you a visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? Visual. 100%. Everything I do and use is organized by color. I will remember your birthmarks and tattoos and piercings and scars long before I remember your name or anything else about you. I forgot my own name once. It's bad

First pet: A big black cat.

Favorite scent: Oh, this is hard. I have a coconut shampoo that reminds me of my mom, and a white musk and oud perfume that makes me think of Cairo, and a plum/vanilla/white musk lotion that smells like the last week of school before summer vacation. A bottle of my dad's cologne he let me keep for my 16th birthday. Frankincense. Lilacs. Sunscreen. Cedarwood. Pine chips. Pumpkin. Clean laundry. I dont think I can pick just one.

Do you believe in astrology? Not even a little bit. Sure is fun, tho!

How many playlists do you have on Spotify/Apple Music? Playlists in general? Too many. Couple dozen, probably. One for every occasion.

Sharpies or highlighters? Sharpies. Though I use highlighters more.

A song that makes you cry: Right now? "Dear Fellow Traveller" by Sea Wolf. Also "Cain" by Cousin Marnie.

A song that makes you happy: "Art Hoe" by Call Me Karizma, "Cannibal" by Naethan Apollo, "Wanted To" by Infected Mushroom, and "Daywalker!" By Machine Gun Kelly X CORPSE.

And finally, do you write/draw/create? if so, use this as an opportunity to shamelessly (😉) promote yourself!

I love to draw and oaint and sculpt and sew, but spend a lot of time at work and have some issues with hypersomnia so it doesn't happen as much as I'd like. Wish I could promote myself better because I miss creating but... I don't know. Maybe I'll make something in the morning.

@anchored-trident thanks for the nom'! ♡ This one was fun :)

Nominations (either because we're mutuals or I find you interesting): @melancholysage @naamahdarling @sterninhimmel-mond @mist-the-wannabe-linguist @smlmsworld @mangotarot @genderfuckedpigeon @twofaced-gemini-withnobrush

#for teaboot #i cant remember if i have a tag game tag and i dont know what else to tag this as

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 2 years ago

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Rainbow In The Dark

A/N- This is another fic from my song fic list :) I went more along the lines of the title than the meaning of the song, but I wanted to write an Eddie fic based on a Dio song because why wouldn't I want to?

Summary- Eddie has the worst day he's ever had and all he wants is to be able to come home and take care of you

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- Cursing, Mentions of throwing up and being sick, pretty sure that's it :p

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @hellfirewh0re @paola-carter @whiplaaaaaaaaash @ladyapplejackdnd @thatlonelypieceoftoast @efvyqrs

Words- 1.5k

Dropping the keys to his van was the last fucking straw.

Eddie took a deep breath to recollect himself before leaning down to pick them up, unlocking his door. He slammed it shut and sighed as he leaned his head back on the headrest.

The day was supposed to go completely as normal. He would wake up next to you, get dressed, eat breakfast, go to work, come home, give you a kiss, eat dinner, and spend the rest of the night with you before climbing back in next to you. Before the day even began it had already gone to shit.

You couldn’t figure out exactly what it was, but you woke up in the middle of the night and felt sick to your stomach. The fact that you were sick only bothered Eddie because he knew he wouldn’t be able to help take care of you. He insisted on staying home from work to help make sure you were ok, but you told him not to worry. That’s all that was on his mind today.

He woke up late and was lucky enough to only be 10 minutes late to his shift. With his thoughts occupied with worrying about you, it was difficult to focus on work. He was slower, he was scatterbrained, he was so lost on things he’d done a million times before and that only irritated him further. He wasn’t able to enjoy his lunch break either, barely eating the sandwich he packed for himself because his boss kept asking him to do extra work since there was a no call no show. Eddie felt tired, overworked, and worried sick about you and dropping his keys was the final nail in the coffin. He felt like screaming but he knew it wouldn’t solve anything.

He sat in the driver’s seat for a moment, enjoying the silence. It was definitely needed after all he’d gone through that day.

He took a few deep breaths and ran his hand through his hair before starting up the van and making his way home. No music. He drove in silence. All that he wanted was peace and quiet after being yelled at and overworked for nearly nine straight hours. The only thought running through his mind was how comfortable his bed sounded right about now. That, and how horrible he felt for leaving you home alone all day to fend for yourself. He knew you were able to take care of yourself without him there, but he loved being able to help you when you were sick. It made him feel like he was your knight in shining armor, nursing you back to health and giving you anything and everything your little heart desired.

He pulled his van into the gravel spot in front of the trailer, his uncle still not back from work yet, but he could see that the lights were on in the living room. With another deep breath, he got out of his van, grabbing the few things he brought with him and slamming the door shut. The gravel crunched under his work boots, the sound calming him just a bit more from his stressful day.

His keys jingled as he looked through them for the one to unlock the door, but when he tried it, it was already unlocked. He was preparing himself for the worst, seeing you hunched over the toilet and throwing up, hungry from him not being able to make you anything while you rested, crying from the pain of your stomach and migraine and congestion all just being too overwhelming for you to handle. But his eyes brightened up as soon as he saw you laying there on the couch, one of his blankets covering your body with a movie playing on the small TV in front of you.

As soon as he opened the door, your lips curled into a gentle smile,

“Hi baby,” you said quietly from your spot on the couch, “how was work?”

He didn’t say a word. He shut the door behind him and almost ran over to you, wrapping you up into his arms, making you giggle.

“Is everything alright?”

“It is now.” He held you gently, not wanting you to hurt any more than you were from your sickness, “What about you, are you ok? How are you feeling?” His hand went to your forehead to check your temperature, making you laugh and move his hand away, leaning up and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“I’m fine! I’m not dying, I’m just a little sick baby, nothing to worry about. I should be better by tomorrow.

“I know that I was just worried about you today, I wasn’t here to take care of you…” He felt awful for not being there to help you, but even with you seeming fine without him, it still made him feel bad.

“Eddie, I’m fine, really.” You brushed his hair behind his ear and gently held his cheek, looking into his deep brown eyes, “I was just a little sick, I don’t want you to beat yourself up about it. You don’t always have to be here and take care of me.”

You reassured him that you were all right, and though he still felt like shit for leaving you alone all day, he knew you were ok. He smiled down at you, his hand going behind your head and leaning you forward for him to press his lips gently to your forehead,

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, I know this morning you felt like shit.” He said with a smile.

You giggled and rolled your eyes, playfully shoving his side,

“Don’t remind me, I almost had vomit coming out my nose and I don’t wanna have to think about it again.”

The two of you sat there for a moment, enjoying each other’s company once again after being apart all day. Even though he knew he was always coming back home to you, he was so lonely whenever he couldn’t hear your voice. He sighed and turned his head to the TV in front of you two,

“So, what’re we watching?”

“The Crazies. I found a channel that’s been doing old horror reruns all day, I think The Texas Chainsaw Massacre is next, you want to go change? I’ll order us a pizza or something and we can watch it together.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead once again as he saw your eyes light up,

“Sounds good to me sweetness.” he stood up and made his way back to his bedroom, calling out to you as he walked down the hall, “Extra cheese?”

“You think I don’t know how you like your pizza?” You asked him with a giggle as you dialed the number into the phone in the kitchen.

As Eddie shut his door to change, he smiled to himself. He was so worried about you all day being all alone without him but seeing you there on the couch with that pretty smile he loved to see, waiting so patiently just for him to return home from work and reassuring him that you were all right just made the stress of the day fade away.

He didn’t have to worry about any of that anymore. No work, no stress, no worries, just him and his favorite person in the world spending the rest of the night together.

He quickly changed out of his work uniform and into one of his old band shirts and a pair of sweats, tying his hair up behind him as he exited his room just as you placed the phone back onto the handset. He approached you from behind and wrapped his arms around your torso, bringing you close to him, your back against his chest. He rested his chin onto your shoulder,

“Ordered?”

“Yep,” you turned around and smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as his stayed around your torso, “should be here in a half hour.”

He just looked down at you and smiled, admiring you for a moment. You smiled back, but furrowed your brows in confusion from his sudden silence,

“You ok?”

His smile widened and he brought you in close to him, his arms moving to wrap one around your torso and the other around your shoulder, his hand gently holding the back of your head to his chest. Your arms instinctively moved around his body, wrapping around his figure as you rested your head onto his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

He held you there for a moment, though he wished it would’ve lasted forever.

Even though you were sick, even though he had to deal with his worry and stress all day, even though he had to listen to constant complaints and bullshit at work, just being able to hold you so close and see that beautiful smile as soon as he got home was enough to give him the strength to forget all the bad things that he had to deal with every day. You made him calm. You made him happy. You made him feel so relaxed and loved, even when you weren’t feeling your best.

You were the peaceful calmness that came right after a harsh storm.

You were the little bit of light he saw at the end of a pitch-black tunnel.

You were the rainbow he saw when he felt nothing but darkness.

His rainbow in the dark.

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askunderfamilyfrisk · 3 years ago

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Acceptance

(This is part of the canon story for Underfamily. Specifically, this story takes place on the first night when Frisk moved into the skelebros house.)

CW: sensory overload, internalized ableism.

We felt like writing this after receiving a very ableist ask (of which we deleted.) We have diagnosed autism, and do not appreciate ableism being directed towards anyone, regardless of whether they are fictional. There is nothing wrong with being on the neurodivergent spectrum.

Now! Onto the story.

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Frisk couldn't sleep. The couch creaked beneath them with every toss and turn, stiff and frigid in a way they enjoyed for sitting, but not for lying down. Their blanket was too light to give them the stimulation their autism required for proper sleep, nor the warmth they desired in a house surrounded by snow.

But, above all else, they couldn't sleep because of the noise ringing within their mind. Loud, ringing voices, which gave them a migraine.

During the day, it wasn't too hard to deal with. During daytime, there were people to listen to other than the ones inside of their brain. Puzzles to be done. Homework. Cooking. Cleaning. Activities to slip into, to fixate on and forget the world.

But at night, they were too tired to put that effort in, which led them to hear the voices louder than ever.

"Why are they staying with those stupid skeletons anyways? This place is too cold! They could have gone back to The Ruins! Bothered the lady there until she let them back in!"

A gasp could be heard, and the girl Frisk could hear speaking in their mind- Angela - yelped, as if being smacked.

"Papyrus and Sans have been nice to us! You're so ungrateful!"

Frisk made a shushing noise and covered their ears. Slowly, they felt a bubble of shame rise in their chest and lodge itself in their lungs, as they realized how stupid that was. The sound was coming from inside them - they couldn't just block it out.

"...c-can we s-stop arguing p-please? I-I think F-Frisk is t-tired..."

Frisk praised Malo internally, their soul singing a song of gratefulness. He always was the most considerate of their friends.

...

Or, at least...he used to be...before...

...They pulled the thin blanket closer to their chest, hands trembling. Grief bubbled inside of them, washing through them like waves. The tears that fell from their eyes were like the grief sprinkling out with each time it crashed against the shore of their soul.

"SHIT! We made them cry again!" "You mean YOU made them cry!" "p-please...G-Gela, Lulu...y-you aren't helping..."

Frisk desperately squeezed the blanket in their hands repeatedly, trying to use it as a stim toy. But the materiel wasn't right. It didn't squish right. It was too rough...

Frisk suddenly realized just how badly the liquids on their face felt. It was their own tears, they knew that, but it was so gross, gross, gross, gross, they needed it off now.

They tried using their hands, but the teardrops only smeared across their skin, sending a shudder down their spine. The people in their head were arguing, but they were too focused on getting rid of the disgusting tears to care.

They tried to use the blanket, but quickly realized just how much of a mistake it was. The scratchy roughness of the materiel against their face made them yelp, and they tossed the blanket off the couch, bursting to their feet.

They were shaking, their arms and legs were flapping and stomping due to overstimulation, and their face was still wet. It was all too much. They were breathing too sharply and quickly.

They needed something heavy and tight wrapped around them, and they needed it fast. But God forbid they awake and bother the wonderful skeletons who had so kindly allowed them to sleep on their couch.

So, instead of going upstairs, they were digging around the living room. Trying to find anything to help. The couch cushions? No, too big. The spare jackets Papyrus had given them earlier that day? Even all together, they just weren't as heavy as a weighted blanket.

Frisk's vision was getting blurry. They weren't getting enough air in their lungs, and were going to pass out. They shakily forced themself to sit on the floor, their entire body trembling.

Distantly, their friends ...the people in their head were screaming at them, but they couldn't make out what they were saying over their gasping for air, the ringing in their ears, and the pounding of their heartbeat.

Passing out on the floor, with jackets, blankets, and couch cushions scattered around was going to be so embarrassing to explain to the skeleton brothers in the morning.

Their vision was going black, when suddenly, they felt themself get pulled into a tight skeletal hug. The tightness of it was just right. Perfect. It made their body and mind loosen up, each second it went by.

"CAN YOU HEAR ME, SMALL HUMAN??"

The tears on their face were gently wiped off by soft gloves, which they knew belonged to Papyrus. They shakily wrapped their arms around his spine, hoping it would send him the message to not let go. His soul radiated warmth, which Frisk happily bathed in, considering how cold they were.

"I WILL TAKE THAT AS A YES!"

His gentle gloved-hands fell on both sides of their cheeks, lifting their face up towards him. Their vision was cleared enough to just barely make out his kind smile.

Guilt struck through them and twisted in their stomach as they realized their stupid freakout probably woke him up.

"...sorry..." Frisk just barely managed to whisper. It felt wrong, forcing any noise to come out of their throat, especially words. But it would have felt worse not apologizing to him. They always were such a bother...

"APOLOGY NOT ACCEPTED!!"

Papyrus must have noticed how Frisk's lip quivered upon his rejection, so he quickly cleared his throat and clarified.

"BECAUSE!! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE SORRY FOR! WHAT YOU ARE EXERIENCING IS NORMAL! VERY NORMAL!"

Confusion rushed through Frisk like heavy winds. What about flipping out over blankets and ones-own-tears was by any means "normal?" Nobody they knew had ever done that. Just them. They are the weirdo.

Papyrus and Frisk stared at one another, eye-to-eyesocket. Papyrus smiled at them, with an expression of such strong empathy and respect that Frisk had never experienced before, even from their well-meaning parents back home.

"Do you think he's also...yknow..." "You don't have to talk about it like its some forbidden curse, dumbass! Just say 'autistic'! The pause makes you sound bad!" "Well, geez, I'm sorry!" "...p-please stop yelling...y-youre going to t-trigger Frisk again..."

Frisk couldn't help that their eyes went wide. It...made sense. It made so much sense, that they almost wanted to cry again. They ignored the people in their mind, as they continued to argue amongst themselves.

They focused on their own thoughts. Thoughts of Papyrus.

His interest with the Royal Guard was a special interest. His repeated foot-stomp when agitated was a stim. His struggle making friends...his struggle with social cues...the way he took things too literally, or too metaphorically, just as they did...

Was it possible that its true...?

They wanted to ask Papyrus, but without words, was unsure how. So they did the only thing that made sense to them; they pointed at their head with one hand, pointed at his head with the other, and clasped both hands together, as if asking "are our minds the same?"

Recollection and understanding flashed through Papyrus's expression, and his smile grew wider.

"WHY, YES! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, THINK AS YOU THINK! HOW LUCKY WE ARE, TO BE SO SIMILAR!"

That was all the confirmation Frisk needed. They felt tears building in their eyes once again, and hugged him as tight as they possibly could, wrapping their small arms and legs around his spine, as if he were a lifeline. Two of the people in their head - probably Lucielle and Malo - quietly aww'd at Frisk's actions.

Someone was like them. Someone understood. And the best part was, this someone was cool! Not some freak or weirdo, as they always thought of themself to be. He was nice, and gentle, and awesome.

Everything they always wanted to be.

"AH! I SEE THAT YOU ARE OVERWHELMED!! CERTAINLY, IT IS FROM THE JOY OF BEING SO SIMILAR TO SOMEONE AS GREAT AS MYSELF!"

Frisk nodded, giggling and sniffles as they pressed into the warmth of his soul and the comfortable stiffness of his smooth bones. He wiped every tear that fell from their eyes before it could bother them, and gratefulness and appreciation seeped within their soul.

"NOW!! I MUST SAY, YOU SHOULD HAVE INFORMED ME THAT THE COUCH WAS NOT UP TO YOUR STANDARDS! MY LAZYBONES BROTHER MAY SLEEP THERE, BUT THAT IS NO PLACE FOR SOMEONE WITH HIGH STANDARDS SUCH AS YOU AND I!"

Frisk laughed. It was amusing to know that the "standards" Papyrus spoke of were sensory-related and autistic quirks. It gave them emotions they couldn't properly describe, even in thought. The closest word to it they could think of was "validating."

To know someone thought of their symptoms as respectable enough to be described as "high standards"...it gave them a sense of euphoria they knew they'd never be able to compare to anything else.

"LAUGH AS YOU WILL, BUT I TAKE MY GUESTS QUITE SERIOUSLY!...AND YOU ARE A GUEST FOREVER!...OR AS LONG AS YOU SO DESIRE. SO I WISH FOR THE MOST COMFORTABLE OF STAYS, FOR YOUR EXTENDED TIME WITH ME!"

Papyrus blushed, looking away shyly, before stammering on.

"S-SO! I OFFER YOU...A STAY IN MY BED! WITH ME!...ONLY IF YOU THINK IT IS UP TO YOUR STANDARDS, OF COURSE."

Frisk's heart and soul felt as though they leaped in joy. Cuddling with him? In bed? With those big, definitely heavy, soft-looking blankets they had noticed (and craved) during their tour of the house?

It was the best offer he could ever have made. The people inside of them were chatting excitedly; seemed they agreed, too.

They enthusiastically nodded. They nodded so hard, they felt as though their head would fall off. Papyrus grinned, eyes sparkling with joy, a light blush covering his cheeks.

"NYEH HEH HEH! I KNEW YOU WOULD AGREE! EXCELLENT MINDS TRULY DO THINK ALIKE! NOW! LET US GO AND DREAM OF GREATNESS TOGETHER!"

He stood up, scooping them into his arms as if they were a princess. They squeeled and laughed as he skipped towards the stairs with them, seemingly forgetting about the mess they had made in the living room.

Frisk closed their eyes and allowed themself to tune out the world, listening only to Papyrus's soulbeat and the trousling of bones as he made his way to his room. He carefully set them in his bed - it was as soft and warm as they had imagined - and scooted his way under the blankets with them, prepared for sleep.

The voices in their head had finally decided to be quiet. Perhaps the people inside decided it was time for some sleep for them as well.

Frisk would sleep soundly and warmly, from then on. But, above all else, they would sleep cuddled with their newfound hero and idol. With their newfound brother.

And thats all that mattered to them.

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double--cross-d · 4 years ago

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My LOS headcannons

Colored Pencils, Jean-Pierre

In a QPR with Rubber Band

He was the one who decided to have the Earth Vellumental raise the Overlook Tower. The plan? "Ok, I am your average bigender taking my giant folded turtle dog on a walk. Yep. Totally not sus."

Has ADHD and needs to be reminded at times to take a break from drawing and eat something/sleep

The reticle eye? He can't see shit out of it.

Fluent in French and will be insulted if you make fun of it being too hard.

French is his second language.

Eats lots of weird shit that could possibly kill him if he were a human.

Has photocopied his art just to eat it before.

Ate a ton of crayons when he was little and now talks in them. Oh no.

Also has rainbow teeth, but that wasn't from the crayon incident

Likes teasing Tape about their height because what're they gonna do? Punch him in the face? Yes actually. On several occasions, but it's still funny because they had to get a chair for a few of those times.

Scissors is his older sister

Trans-femme, but it rarely comes up because, again, bigender.

Very eager to show off art. If you so much as mention wanting to see it he lights up.

Has a tooth gap and is pretty self conscious about it.

Mainly goes by Jean

Rubber band, Ruby

QPR with Jean

Has a giant hole in its torso. Jean's the only one who's seen it.

Its body is actually made of the electric paint from Sunshine. It has to be careful dolling out hugs.

Has been able to do that twirl clothes change thing on several occasions. Its secret has yet to be revealed...

Big cuddle bug. Body is perfect for hugs when covered.

May or may not have a hand in its brother, Hole Punch, looking halfway decent on occasion.

Can't walk in heels for shit. Concerned that Punch can wear 2 inch platformer heeled boots and wide bottomed jeans.

Your average nonbinary drama student. Lord help us.

Actually doesn't like performing alone. It always has a bit of stage fright, but have at least one other person on stage and it's fine.

Probably doesn't know that gender exists TBH

Can freeze if it gets too cold. It also hates the cold.

Hole Punch, P-Punch

I wasn't creative when choosing xeir name, I know.

The dude at the party that just sits in the least populated room and pets the dog.

Dating Tape, surprisingly.

Honestly hella shy. Xey got that social anxiety. Only really comfortable around the rest of the LoS. Anyone else and xey become really defensive and standoffish.

Punched xeir own face out when xey were twelve. Because xey did it to xemself, nothing changed other than xem becoming very self conscious and getting an LED mask.

Tape is the only one whose not related to xem who has seen xeir missing face. Advice: Keep the mask on.

X3y l1t3r4lly t4lk l1k3 th15.

You don't hear it that way, it sounds like they talk normally, albeit autotuned, but you just know. It can cause migraines if left unchecked whuch sucks because Autism and infodumping.

Mainly uses xeir tail to punch out objects thicker than xeir claws can handle, and faces.

If you have your face punched out by xem, you might as well be dead. Xey have full control over your body like a puppeteer and if xey aren't in the same room as you, you basically become a disco zombie.

The best way to avoid this fate? Keep xem in a good mood, don't make direct eye contact, and if you see what's under the mask without xem noticing don't say anything about it.

Has an exoskeleton about the consistency of rubber mixed with plastic bottles. Xeir back had a fuck ton of scars on it, but when it got ripped off Scissors gave xem a 'transplant'. It still hurts to touch.

Tape, Frankie

Gangster with a big soft spot.

Dating Punch.

The shortest LOS member that is not a dog and constantly gets teased about it.

When they do cut their hair they do it with a knife. Not to be tough or anything, it just turns into adhesive the second it's not attached to their body and it's easier to clean off a knife than a pair of scissors

Their arms are tape prosthetic at the elbow down to their hand and can be torn off. It hurts like hell, but at least their hands are disembodied.

The prosthetics naturally grow back.

Their tougue is also tape. Their mouth is just a weird tape dispenser that's constantly full

Has probably said, "Ey! I'm transin' my gender 'ere!" At some point.

Can extend the fucking pompadour like an extra stretchy limb and grab things with it. They don't do this often but it has happened.

Only wears a shirt under the jacket if it's really cold out. Otherwise, there's no shirt because it make them dysphoric and the transitioning scars are on full display

Yes I am implying they had sniddies at one point. Shut up.

Likes the look of smoking, but can't stand cigarette smoke or the taste of candy sticks. They constantly have a bag of suckers on them at all times.

Their teeth have always been made of metal. Literal. Fucking. Metal. And they're fucking sharp too.

Mechanic

Scissors, Eddie

Romance Repulsed Aro/Ace

Is a surgeon, and sometimes makes highly unethical experiments because she can. She sewed a eye into a hand and sewed that onto an anaconda and called it her pet.

Her blades are her arms. Her sheathes are also working arms with hands attached.

Eats bugs.

*looks at a literal cryptid* "I'm adopting that."

The tallest of the LOS. She can launch Frankie across the room.

Got the scar on her eye from messing with her blades when she was younger and putting way it too close to her face.

How this happened is up for interpretation as both she and Jean-Pierre are robots

Would probably put a kid in a blender if her moral code wasn't stopping her.

Major Overbite.

Favorite song is ironically The Dismemberment Song. Everyone is concerned about this.

Calls herself Eddie Von Scissorfingers because even her sheathed hands are sharp. She has murder on the mind 24/7 and she wants you to know that.

Really susceptible to frostbite.

Most definitely has those sarcastic coffee mugs and constantly drinks out of them.

Stapler

Sevice dog! Because whoever said that a literal child can run a kingdom without stress is a damn liar.

Very aloof.

Probably a German Shepard/Great Dane Mix.

That's it.

#legion of stationery #colored pencils #Jean-Pierre #Rubber band #Ruby #Hole Punch #Punch #Tape #Frankie #Scissors #Eddie #Stapler #paper mario origami king

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atxlxs · 3 years ago

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Beyond The Veil: Chapter 15

Panic.

The only thing Muska could process as she was flung into the air by a conveniently placed portal to god knows where, was panic.

Muska had not retracted her hand from it’s clasp on Midoriya’s arm, thus, the two of them stuck together as the mist man opened a portal (Why did it feel familiar yet not?) and they were encased in darkness. Floating in an abyss. That’s when, as if someone flicked a light switch, the world gained color and flooded with light. Opening their eyes to discover that the world was moving rapidly past them.

They were falling.

Well, Muska was starting to understand Eras’s wariness of schools now. It didn’t help that the two of them were falling towards the water. Her phone’s not waterproof thank you very much.

Quickly, Muska took in her surroundings, first she saw water. Then she saw the boat which was infinitely closer than the shore. Vaguely, she was aware of the numerous other people in the water which also tossed that off the list. Also, Midoriya doesn’t have control over his quirk. That’s an important thing to note.

“Midoriya,” pine-green and terrified eyes snapped to her own, “Hold the fuck on.”

After hands returned the vice grip that she had on Midoriya, Muska dragged all the energy in the area and pushed. Their bodies were sent flying in the direction of the boat, like a plastic bag during a hurricane instead of drifting in the wind.

Now was not the time for a K*ty P*rry song.

Muska definitely wasn’t strong enough to continuously slow their descent, so she had to make due with bare minimum. Turning towards Midoriya, she yanked him in front of her and climbed onto his back.

“I CAN ONLY SLOW US DOWN SO YOU’LL BE IN CHARGE OF STICKING THE LANDING”

Not even waiting for a yes or no, though she got a quick and firm nod, Muska sent up a wall of energy over the boat and braced for the loud *SMACK* of them hitting it head on. Stopping their horizontal momentum.

Next, they were falling out of the sky. Again.

A small headache was building in the back of her head but she pushed on. A headache was better than becoming a concrete pancake. Planning on using the energy around them as friction to slow their descent down, Muska took a deep breath to prepare for the absolute fucking migraine she was about to have.

Or at least, that was the plan until a tongue (What the fuck?) wrapped around them and yanked them towards the boat at a way slower speed than the one they were previously traveling at.

Oh, Tsu.

As Muska and Midoriya were safely deposited on the deck of the boat, thank the forest, Muska had made a decision.

Tsu deserves the fucking world.

—-Midoriya—

The world gets some kind of sick perverted pleasure from ruining his life.

This conclusion was made at the exact moment he had felt his body make contact with solid ground. Well, as solid as they could get for now. As Midoriya groaned and sat up off the wood deck of the boat, he was never more grateful to the feeling of his feet on a steady surface than at this moment, he cast a quick glance at Muska. She wasn’t doing much better but the usually blank facial features were pulled into an expression of awe as she gazed at Tsu-san. He understood the sentiment intimately.

“Thank you Tsu-san,” he muttered, relieved and anxious all at once. The worst combination to have, really.

“Tsu I would give you the fucking world and you deserve to know that,” came the deadpan tone that hid none of the nerves Muska was feeling at the moment.

“Thank You, kero, but I’d rather we got out of this place instead,” was Tsu’s equally flat response.

Right.

They were stuck here.

How fun.

Muska mumbled something under her breath but nodded and Tsu looked out over to the water. Midoriya followed their gaze and wanted to ‘Detroit Smash’ his face into the ground.

There were several villains in the water. All had obvious water based mutations or quirks that were put into effect. They circled the boat like hungry sharks before feeding and Midoriya was very much not going to like being Shark bait so he observed. He needed a plan if they were going to get out of this alive.

There was a good chunk of distance between the boat and the shore. Sitting between them was an unknown amount of villains that were obviously chosen for this zone for a reason. Which also means that there was prior planning involved and leaked information but that was for future Midoriya to wonder about. Tsu had a frog mutation quirk, which means that student information was either not taken or they messed up considering the zone they found themselves in. The former option is more likely so that adds a point in their favor when buying time, which also explains why the villains are hesitating right now. That means their greatest advantage is how their quirks were a secret. If he could just knock out the villains while providing a boost for Tsu-san….

Broken bones it is.

He snapped his head up to meet Muska’s eyes and opened his mouth to speak before Muska sighed, cutting him off.

“Greenie, I didn’t want to do this considering quirks are personal and shit but can you give me permission to manipulate the energy you have a bit? I may have a way to keep your bones from breaking but there is also a very real possibility of it failing and this situation is life or death. We need you in top condition but I’m still gonna respect your decision.”

Honestly, Midoriya is starting to believe that Muska’s quirk allows her to read thoughts. She was way too accurate in reading him.

Wait a minute.

“Borrow my energy? Prevent bone breaking?”

He’s pretty sure that he may have had a bit too much excitement in his voice for the situation but he can’t help it. Muska’s quirk was so cool!

“Your quirk relies on energy Greenie. I manipulate energy. I can also see energy. I have a pretty solid idea as to why your bones break like overcooked bread and as long as I act as a regulator I may be able to keep you at a manageable level while also reinforcing your bones with energy to prevent the breaks.”

Midoriya didn’t notice the small yet feral smile that oozed onto his features. Didn’t notice the shiver Tsu-san had when she saw it. Nor did he pay much mind to the knowing smirk on Muska’s face. The only thing he paid attention to was the golden ticket that was just waved in front of his face.

“Alright, here’s the plan…”

Yea…

Muska’s quirk is a god send.

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merakiaes · 5 years ago

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See You On The Other Side - John Shelby

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Requested: No.

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: A bit of angst maybe? Idk hahah. This is something I had lying around in my drafts. I haven’t been able to do any requests today because I’ve been busy with my family, and I’ve also had a migraine sooo yeah, this is the best I can do today xD Not read through, but I hope you like it xx

Wordcount: 1982

Summary: A letter to John.

I remember the first time I looked into your eyes and felt my entire world flip, the first time I saw you smile, and knew that I was in trouble.

I had been across the room, tangled up in my own imagination, when came up to me. By the time you had said hello, we had already spent a lifetime together, and from the moment we started talking I knew that I wanted you around.

I knew right away that you were it for me. There were no reservations or second thoughts, I saw you and in an instant knew in my bones, my soul had known your soul lifetimes ago.

I had never experienced such a true and genuine state of happiness until I met you. Every day, I woke up with a smile on my lips, wondering what trouble you were going to get us into today.

I was there for all of it, the countless of scoldings from Arthur, the cuffs around the back of our heads from Pol and running from the coppers whenever you thought it wise to steal me a bouquet of flowers from old Anderson’s flower shop.

It’s those memories I treasure the most. The times we would go on midnight walks, kiss under the starry sky or in front of the fire, and wake up in each other’s arms would leave my chest and stomach fluttering with butterflies, too.

But it was when you were up to no good that you were truly yourself. Truly free. If only you knew how much those little moments with you mattered to me, how treasured they are.

It’s two in the morning when I write this. I can’t sleep, because I miss you so much. I miss you so much it physically pains me, just like I did last night, and just like I will tomorrow when I wake up without you. Again.

Polly, your brothers, and the kids help me through it. God, you should see them, John. They’re growing so much, so fast, and they look more and more like you for every day that passes.

Every time I look into their eyes, it both pains me and makes me feel all warm inside. They’ve got your eyes, all of them. Your deep, sparkling Shelby blue eyes. The very same ones I fell for.

They miss you, too, but they’re doing good. Better than me, at least. I guess it’s because they’re not really old enough to know what’s going on.

Katie and Harry understand the situation for what it is, but they’re still too young to really be able to grasp the seriousness of it. And Isabelle, Mia, Eric, Noah and Nick don’t understand it at all.

They don’t understand why you’re not coming home at night, why you’re not there to help them get ready in the mornings.

And even though I know it’s wrong of me to keep them in the dark, I can’t bring myself to tell them the truth when they come home from school every day with notes and drawings for you. It would break their little hearts and I can’t bear the thought of them feeling like this.

Katie and Harry write you letters, to back up my lies and make them more believable for the others, and all of it has just been piling up at the back of the wardrobe, stored away behind your clothes behind the loose wooden panel where you used to hide the cigars you told me you quit countless of times.

I bet you didn’t know I knew about that, huh?

The truth is, I always knew. I could smell it on your clothes and hands every night when you came home, no matter how much you tried to hide it with soap and cologne. That, and Harry came and told me the second he had caught you and you had made him promise not to tell me.

He truly is a mommy’s boy at heart. I always tried telling you.

But Katie was your girl. Everyone misses you, but she’s taken it the hardest.

I gave her the locket you gave me for our two year anniversary. The one with the picture of you and me on our wedding day. The only time she takes it off is when she sleeps, but even then, she never lets go of it.

She stopped wetting the bed, though, and she’s doing great in school. Harry, Isabelle, Mia, and Eric are, too, and all of them like math the best, just like you did.

Nick just learned how to write his name. He writes the ‘K’ backward, but he still learned earlier than the others. I’ve been teaching him a few short words myself, and I’ve started to teach Finn how to read.

He misses you really much. He blames himself. I don’t know why. He had nothing to do with what happened. But then again, I guess there’s no logic in grief.

He’s grown up a lot, both mentally and physically. He’s taller than all of your brothers now, and he’s added some muscle by boxing. But he’s still the same, sweet boy he was when you left.

He tries to be hard, though. He drinks, smokes, fights, takes drugs, and he’s been seeing prostitutes and taking on a much bigger part in the Peaky Blinders.

God, he tries so hard to be you. But every time he even comes close, he breaks down again, and every time that happens, he comes here.

He’s been staying over at our house more often than he’s home this past year, but I’m not complaining. He helps out around the house, keeps his cousins happy and occupied while I get the things I need to do done, and in return, he gives me something else to think about.

Polly says he feels your presence through me and the kids. She tells me they all do.

They’ve all been coming around for dinner every Sunday, and I have to sit in your chair every time. It makes me dizzy because I feel your presence stronger there than anywhere else. But I have no choice because Noah starts crying if anyone else even comes near it.

Those dinners are the only time during the weeks that I’m able to get my thoughts off of you, but it doesn’t last forever.

The minute they’re gone and the kids are asleep, I’m alone again, and being alone was never this hard before I met you.

Ada’s been trying to set me up with other men, but I can’t even bring myself to imagine giving my heart away to someone else.

I know that, when we thought you were going to be hanged for blowing up the train, you said that you wanted me to move on and be happy when you were gone.

I know that was your last request. Your dying wish. But I just can’t honor it.

When it comes down to it, you’re the only one I want. You’re the only one I can imagine myself with. Your hands are the only hands I want to hold, your lips are the only lips I ever want to kiss. You’re the only one I think about when a love song comes on the radio and the very last thought running through my head before I drift off to sleep. You’re the absolute only person I could ever see myself happy with.

I won’t ever be able to move on from you, because no amount of time, distance, nothing could separate us. Because I know that we were right, that we were real, that you’ll be waiting for me among the stars, and that I’ll come to find you again when I’m ready.

I just want to go back. To the time before it was too late.

There were a million things I wanted to say to you, but goodbye was not one of them. But even a million words will not bring you back, and neither will a million tears. I know because I’ve tried and I’ve cried. God knows I’ve cried.

I think of you every night before I fall asleep. The words you said. The way you looked. The things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. And when I dream, I dream of you. Because it’s about you, it’s always about you.

I wish I could see you one more time, see you come walking through the door, so that I can say goodbye the way that I wanted. But I know that’s impossible because I realize if I got my way, I’d never say goodbye at all.

Today is the three year anniversary of the day that I lost you. And for a time it felt as though my life had ended too.

But the loss of you has taught me many things and now I face each day with hope and happy memories to help me on my way. And even though I’m full of sadness that you’re no longer by my side, your influence still guides me and I still feel you near.

I found a picture of you that I hadn’t seen in a while yesterday. I held it in my hands, lost for a moment in your smile.

It made me cry, but for the first time, not out of sadness. I cried from happiness because I knew that wherever you are now, I know in my heart that you’re still laughing and smiling like it’s your last day alive.

Rather than grieving that what we once had is now gone, I realize how truly lucky I am to have had something that makes saying goodbye this hard, and I smiled through my tears. A genuine smile, as I thanked God for the memories you’ve given us.

What we shared will never die. It lives within my heart, bringing me strength and comfort while we are apart. And I know that we will one day be together again.

I hope that you can see me, see us, and know that you’ll never be forgotten, that we’ll hold on until the day we get to see you again. Because there’s no one like you, John Shelby, and there will never be another that we can love like we did you.

I love you. It will only ever be you. As long as I live, as long as I breathe, with every beat of my heart, I will be yours and yours only, because you’re my forever. Forever my forever.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

You felt the warm, salty tears sting your eyes as you gazed upon the letters engraved into the gray, smooth stone; seventeen letters that built the name of the man who had changed your life forever.

Your legs were aching from having crouched down for so long, but you couldn’t be bothered to care, the violent thudding of your heart and the flurry of thoughts running through your brain pushing away everything else.

When a careful hand clasped down on your shoulder from behind, you flinched, the light touch bringing you back to reality and forcing you to blink the tears of your eyes.

“It’s time to say goodbye, love.” Polly spoke from behind you in a soft, careful tone, giving your shoulder another squeeze.

You swallowed, giving the stone another long look before finally pushing yourself back up into your full height.

Sniffling, you reached down and shakily put the flowers in front of the stone, tucking the letter you had written only hours before behind them to shield it from the rain.

Straightening yourself up, you shook your head. “No. It’s not goodbye. It’ll never be goodbye. It’s simply a ‘see you later’.” You said and finally smiled, because you knew deep in your heart, that you would see him at the other side of the stars.

#John Shelby #john shelby imagine #john shelby x reader #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blidners #peaky blinders headcannon #finn shelby #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #ada thorne #ada shelby #thomas shelby #polly gray #michael gray

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sarahsmiles1991 · 4 years ago

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Xena Sharptooth - Critical Role Fanfiction

Summary: Though she was banished by the clan, Lady Kima asks her to join on her quest to Kraghammer to go into the depth below to stop a great evil within. Reluctant to go but agrees, Xena Sharptooth joins her; what dangers awaits her down there and who the hell are these clowns?!

Character Info Sheet

Name: Xena Sharptooth 30 ft Walking AC: 19

Class: Paladin lv. 9 Oath of Vengeance God: Bahamut

Race: Half-Orc Background: Urchin HP: 94

Armour: Mithril Breastplate Weapons: Animated Shield

Brooch of Shielding Flame Tongue Short-sword

Holy Symbol of Bahamut Platinum

Dragon attached by leather string and

hangs from her neck under her armour

Abilities

Strength: 20 (5+)

Dexterity: 16 (6+)

Constitution: 18 (4+)

Intelligence: 15 (2+)

Wisdom: 15 (2+)

Charisma: 16 (3+)

Saving Throws

Strength +8

Dexterity +6

Constitution +7

Intelligence +5

Wisdom (P) +9

Charisma (P) +10

Introduction/Background

Xena Sharptooth has lived as an urchin most of her life and being abandoned by her own mother she took to the street and stole food from the markets and earn gold by singing. However her luck rang out when the fruit seller caught and prepared to chop her hands off as punishment, but then an old Paladin by the name of Sir Alistair Brightworth, servant to Bahamut stopped this a says that he will take this half orc and make something out of her. With little to no choice but to go with the old paladin he takes her to the monastery and begins her training. As she grew she became a strong and skilful with a shield and sword and was given the test to become one of the generals.

Unfortunately, being a half orc the some of paladins and clerics were terrified, disgust and jealousy that such a creature would become one of the leaders. Before she could even start the test the head of the monastery struck a trial of scandal and murder on her; to her horror and sadness no one, not even her brothers and sisters in training took a stand with her and she was banished from the one place she thought was her true home. Now older and bitter Xena took to the mountains, killing bandits and evil creatures to take her mind off her anger and ignore the voice of a being who asks for forgiveness and redemption.

In town for a drink and supplies Xena comes across an old companion of hers, Lady Kima who she trained with. She pleads to Xena to come with her to Kraghammer to find a great evil that could be hidden within it’s depths; with great hesitation and a migraine from the voice in her head she agrees and goes with her to find this darkness and hopes that not only she makes it out alive but to have the voice stop talking to her.

Prologue

Xena Sharptooth was having a good day!

Not only did she get rid of the rest of the bandits that have been terrorizing a village but also found a bag of holding! How the bloody hell the leader came by such a thing is beyond her but she didn’t question it cause she can only imagine the vibrating purrs in her head would do.

Oh yes, ever since her banishment from the Paladins of Bahamut the Platinum Dragon, the stupid lizard has not let her forget that they have not forsaken her. No matter how much she tries to ignore them they seem to insist on sticking around, it didn’t really help that she was helping villages and other unpopular areas with their troubles for only a few things like food and sleep. Hell in a few minutes she is about to head out to farmers home and help them harvest their goods in exchange for a sack of vegetables, can’t exactly tell a god to fuck off when you are doing good deeds left and right.

Oddly though, as they tore her holy symbol from her armor they allowed her to keep it along with her weapons.

“The Platinum Dragon gave you those tools, though you have used them for your own gain than for others they are still yours.” one of the head ass-holes had explained as they dragged her out.

Scoffing at the whole situation, she puts the last of the goods in her new bag of holding, she puts the strap over her shoulder and makes her way to the village.

The breastplate, though showed it has seen many battles with scuff marks and a few dents here and there one could tell it was kept after Xena thanked the heavens that it was made out of mithril one of the sturdier metals in the world.

Xena hums, as she walks through the animal, made trail, feeling pretty good besides the few scars added to her body; particularly the one at her cheekbone almost making her lose her eye were it not for turning her head the last second.

There’s a spark inside us

that we can all ignite

and all that’s dark inside us

will flicker into light

Like any warrior who has been in battle; scars and wounds were merely accessories and reminders that they have survived her learned in a library that Orcs regard battle scars as tokens of pride and ornamental scars as things of beauty. Her light green colored skin showed all her scars with no help and also being like a beacon if any sort of light took a shine to her and as if she wasn’t so horrific to humans, the orcs gave pause at her green flesh while they had their grey pigmentation before charging at her to attack.

Of all the healers and friendly scholars she would come across none of them could explain what was going on with her skin, she can only assume it had something to do with her parents or a mutation.

There’s a power in every breath

there’s a power in every note

a power that starts within the heart

a power that rises through the throat

Her tusks though not prominent still like to remind people of her background when she grinned in amusement or gave a sneer at a threat. She was of course teased for her features and there had been times where she wanted nothing more than to file her tusks, they did help her in a pinch when she had to bite an offender who thought covering her mouth was a good idea, she still chuckles at that memory. Her wild black hair still a mess after one of the bandits cut the string holding it up, got a stab in the foot for that, cascaded down her shoulders and to the middle of her back. Normally she would either has it in a ponytail or a plait to keep it out of her face, never once considering getting it cut.

And when it sails up through the air

more beautiful than any prayer

this power can right all wrong

and it will always thrill the ear

of those who have the power to hear

the magic of a song

Now it was her eyes that gave her confounded her; wolf eyes some called them with the yellow glare piercing one's soul if you got close enough to her. No other orc or even half-orcs had the eyes she had, maybe it was the gods' idea of a joke since her skin already make her freak why not throw in wolf eyes, she could feel the lizard admonish her, it gave the locals the idea to nickname her Einn ulfur, Lone Wolf.

There’s a strength inside us

that tells us wrong from right

becomes a song inside us

to chase away the night

By the end of her singing, she made it to the village, it was still midday so there not a lot of people about what harvest time being near and going about their own life. Xena frequent the village a lot so no one really balked at the half-orc heading straight for their elders with a slight smirk on her face. The elders consisted of three female halflings; Shaena Underbough, Portia Tosscobble, and last and certainly not the least Lavina Goodbarrel. Lavina is the eldest of the three and was the first to welcome Xena into the village with open arms, even offering her a place to stay in her home after her banishment from Paladins.

“Ah! And there she is!” Elder Lavina crowed. “Merle! You owe me a pint!”

Merle, husband to Lavina chuckles. “Aye I never should wager against Ulfer, especially against you love.”

“The bandits are no more.” Xena reports, placing the bag of holding to the ground and pulling out all the goods and other useful things for the elders and village to use. “They will not be bothering you a moment longer and I have found some trinkets and the like for you all.”

Lavina raises an eyebrow at the goods. “For bandits going after a small village as ours makes one wonder why they even bother with all this shit.”

“Them swords will be of help for certain.” Shaena says, watching the pile of weapons grow. “Heaven knows our people need them when you go off into the world again, I must say again how much we appreciate your help luv.”

“Mmm.” Portia mumbles, placing her pipe next to her knitting project before getting up and going to inspect the goods. “Plus Jeorge will getting more than enough supplies for the winter with these, did you find your own trinkets to take?”

Xena presents the bag of holding to them with a smirk. “The leader somehow got his hands on this, it is enough for me to-”

“The pretty bag is not enough of a reward for what you have done Ulfer!” Portia interrupts, frowning up at her. “Shaena may just let you do that but I and many others will draw the line if we must! I am sure there is enough gold for you to take.”

With that along with a sound of offense from the other lady, Shaena picks up a rather large sack of what is clearly gold and places it in a bemused Xena’s hand. Shaena though the youngest is the much stricter of the three and much more wary of strangers; when Xena first arrived in the village after months on her own after banishment Shaena was very hesitant to lend a hand to the creature that limped it’s way to their little village with nothing but armor and weapons on her person asking for a simple cup of milk in exchange to help any way she can. Lavina swooped onto Xena before the other two could say anything and the next thing they knew they had a mean green fighting being who protected the village and provided help to others.

“Jeorge will be heading for the city early in the morning, best get cleaned and well-rested for the trip.” Lavina informs Xena, picking up what looks like a bottle of fancy wine.

Xena smiles at the ladies, giving them a nod before heading for Lavina’s townhouse to do just that. Many of the halflings who live in the village greet her as she passes by, along with thanks as she left.

The next morning as she ate the last of her second breakfast Xena Sharptooth was ready for the road along with Jeorge. It took nearly a day to reach the city and Xena slips a gold to Jeorge in thanks as she leaves to the nearest tavern for a late dinner and sees if there were any jobs for her to do.

The Hanging Man was a dwarf-owned tavern so the place looks more made of stone than wood but with how many brawls and fights started one was pretty smart to not have many things made of wood. A large fire pit where many types of meat were being cooked in the middle of the tavern sizzled through the air and made Xena’s mouth water as she could taste that goat leg she had been eyeing as she entered.

One of her favorite meats in the world before her and the bag of holding? Maybe the old lizard was onto something.

“Hello!” a bright-eyed elf wench greets from over the booth with a smile. “Welcome to the Hanging Man! My name is Amelia how may I help you?”

“Leg of goat and a pint of ale.” Xena orders, taking a seat.

“You mean lamb?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.

Xena gave it back. “No I mean that goat leg you have in the fire pit.”

Amelia looks over to the fire pit before shaking her head. “I am sorry but that is for a customer-”

“Actually it is for her.” a soft familiar voice beside from beside her. “Please get it for.”

Xena’s whole body freezes at the voice. Are you fucking kidding you lizard!

A light purr was her reply.

“Three years away and I still know one of your weaknesses, Xena. Never understood your taste in goat than a lamb but to each their own.”

From the corner of her eye she watched as the halfling woman climbs onto the stool beside her, her dirty blond hair tightly braided, complexion darker than the usual halfling with a big scar across the side of her face along with other, smaller scars and of course wearing armor representing gold, silver, and blue of Bahamut.

“Oh like your weakness isn’t teriyaki chicken wings?” Xena mutters, tapping the booth waiting for her drink.

“Oooh don’t remind me, I haven’t had those in months!” the Halfling woman laughs.

Thankfully Xena didn’t have to wait long as her pint arrived along with the goat leg... though it looks magnificent and just asking to be devoured.

“What brings you here Lady Kima?” she asks, sipping her ale. “Don’t you and those dumb-asses have to keep Emon protected since you failed that last time around, also well done on that.”

“What? Can I not wonder about my vacation?” Lady Kima asks with a small smirk completely ignoring Xena’s comment.

“Not when you have Lady Allura waiting for you at home.” Xena was quick to reply.

Lady Kima’s dark complexion became darker as she clears her throat looking around nervously. “She is busy with her own things and I am not here to talk about such things. I am here for you though.”

“Oh? What happened? Is there something else they wanted to accuse me of?” She asks rolling her eyes. “Did I throw Timmy down the well?”

“No Xena this doesn’t have anything to do with the order and more of a personnel matter.” Lady Kima sighs. “I was given a vision... a dark one.”

Xena turns her head to Lady Kima, showing that she was paying attention. It wasn’t really all surprising that paladins got visions or messages from Bahamut it was just rare when they do give it so when one says they got a vision, you listen.

“I saw darkness taking root beneath Kraghammer, the dwarven city northeast of Emon in the Cliffkeep Mountains. I have been hiring a couple of mercenaries to accompany me into the mines and into the Underdark, and I want you to join me.” Just as she finished the sentence Xena choked back her drink.

Coughing a bit, wiping her mouth with her arm Xena looks over at Lady Kima in shock. “Okay first off you owe another ale, second of all wherein all your vision did it say ‘It’s dangerous to go alone, bring the half-orc that your order banished years ago!’ like seriously Kima.”

“Xena, the Order has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with my visions and they certainly have nothing to say about who I bring with me. Besides, in my vision; within the darkness, I saw a figure of a wolf within it, guiding me through the caves of the deep.”

There was a silence between the two.

“And the last murmurs I have heard here and in neighboring villages, that there is a half-orc wondering the area, helping the less fortunate, caring for those in need with the strength of ten men and eyes like a wolf, they call her Einn Ulfer... Lone Wolf, Now I wonder would such a person does not help her old mentor in her quest to suppress the darkness from taking hold in this world?” Lady Kima asks, gently placing it beside Xena’s hand.

Xena looks down at the object, taking a deep breath as she stares at her the most precious thing that was taken away from her, her holy symbol. The lizard her head purrs comfortingly, encouraging her to do what is right and help her Lady Kima.

Reaching over she picks up the symbol, grasping tightly to it as she feels the vibrating purrs in her head transfer slowly from her head down her body and into the item in her hand.

Xena sighs. “So, Kraghammer huh?”

Lady Kima smiles.

#critical role #vox machina #fanfiction #oc x canon

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snowdice · 4 years ago

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Study Fic Chapter Names

Hi everyone. I want to have chapter names for the current study fic and I have some ideas I want your opinions on for when I’m editing them. I’ll put chapters 1-3 under the cut so you can see them easier. Feel free to suggest any other names for the chapters! I’m not at all decided.

I decided to name the fic Folds in Paper (for reasons yet to be made clear).

Chapter 1:

Burnt Rubber Poptarts (Because Janus saying how he can’t even tell the difference between the burnt rubber and other flavored poptarts really brought home his current mental state.)

Chapter 2:

Paper Faces on Parade (Line from Masquerade from the Phantom of the Opera. Wouldn’t work well with the Eye of Gold chapter 3 title because they’re both from the same song)

Green Light (Green lighting the mission as well as Janus saying he had ‘all green’ which we’ll talk about in chapter 4, but basically means he’s had no incidents unlike the yellow, red, and black designations. Also alludes to the green light in Great Gatsby which symbolizes Gatsby’s love for the unattainable Daisy.)

Chapter 3:

Eye of gold; thigh of blue. True is false; who is who? (Line from Masquerade from the Phantom of the Opera.)

It’s a lopazoo. (Line from The Charleston. There isn’t really a strict definition for ‘lopazoo,’ but you can kind of get the vibe just from reading it.)

Our dance is surely a comer (Line from The Chareston except “our” replaces “that.” Comer means a person or thing likely to succeed.)

Chapter 1

The words in front of him seemed to squirm back and forth across the screen as he watched, despite the fact that he’d bought this screen to prevent that exact thing from happening. The ‘d’s and ‘p’s and ‘b’s seemed to blur together into a sludge of incomprehensible nonsense, just like the voices around him seemed to. He wasn’t quite sure how long he’d sat there staring at this report. Time itself seemed almost like the words and the people, it swirled past him in a blur of sounds and colors, but he never could quite grab ahold of it.

Something smacked him in the forehead, and he startled, looking up. “Remus,” Janus sighed. He picked up the projectile that had just been lobbed at him. “Did you steal paper from the 20th century supply again?” he asked, staring at the folded-up piece of white paper in the shape of a crane. It was one of Remus’s favorite designs. “That’s not what it’s for.”

“There’s a message inside!” Remus replied, happily.

Janus glared at him and carefully unfolded the paper. He squinted at it, and yeah, that was way worse than the screen. Maybe it was worth his money. Or maybe Remus’s handwriting was just horrendous.

He squinted at it for a few moments and then looked back up. He blinked at his surroundings. The note had said ‘Go home. Work ended three hours ago.’ and that certainly seemed accurate considering he and Remus were the only people left in the office.

“I still have to finish this report about the New Easter Island mission,” he said to Remus.

“I’ll do it,” Remus said. “You’ve been working without a break for hours, and I probably owe the agency some time since I took a coffee break to 22nd century France this afternoon.”

“You what?” Janus asked.

”They have the best coffee,” Remus said, and then grinned wolfishly, “and the best guys.”

“Stop doing that stuff,” Janus hissed. “Your lucky I haven’t reported you already.”

“You wouldn’t,” Remus said, very sure of himself. “You like me too much. Plus, without me, you’ll forget to go home and sleep every night. So, it’d be a loose-loose. Now up! It’s time for you to go home.”

Janus sighed and stood. “Fine,” he said. “I’m going, but that report better be done like you said or I will report you for your coffee excursions.”

“Sure, you will,” Remus said. “Now shoo.”

Janus spared him one more glare before standing from his desk and waving his hand through the air. The machine at his wrist buzzed softly and the display screen lit up around him. He jabbed a finger at the last of the three pre-set locations and, with a feeling like he’d just stepped into a pool of softened butter, he was home.

He groaned and fell back onto his couch immediately. “Time?” he asked.

“1:57am,” a soft voice said from his ceiling. He groaned. Considering the agency liked to keep their schedules aligned even though his house sat almost 2 millennia before the agency even existed, he’d have to be up in 4 hours to head back to work. They said it was to ‘stop them from experiencing time jet lag’ and ‘maintain their circadian rhythm,’ but with Janus it usually just ended up with him ‘not getting enough sleep’ and ‘suffering greatly.’

Sure, he had been fine with it, encouraged the policy even, when the agency was created, but that had been before he’d had to live it.

His stomach suddenly grumbled, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since before the mission he’d been on earlier that day. He was exhausted, but he also knew trying to go to bed this hungry would result in him not being able to sleep at all. He dragged himself to his feet and into one of the barstools at the kitchen island. He didn’t want to wait for the auto cook feature to cook him something and he especially didn’t want to cook something himself, so he pressed a few buttons on the side of the counter and a protein infused, still cold pop tart popped out of the table.

He thought it might be a Hot Fudge Sunday one, but he honestly couldn’t tell. The protein infusion made all of them taste rather horrible. For all he knew, it was one of the Burnt Rubber pop tarts Remus had once snuck into his pantry. To be fair, he hadn’t even noticed until he’d went to go stock his pantry and realized that there was half a box of those things. It was just another example of Remus using time travel for things he shouldn’t. They were a year 2513 delicacy.

The 2510s were an odd set of years.

He chewed on the possibly chocolate, possibly rubber flavored pastry and glanced out the window. Though it was dark, one could still see the water of the man-made lake his home sat on thanks to the floating lights that hovered above it. Each agent working for the TPI received a home and alternate identity in a time and location of their choice. (Within reason, that is. Remus’s request to live among the dinosaurs was quickly denied and new rules were put into place immediately after.) Janus had chosen the late 24th century with a moderately sized home on Lake BlueBox. He didn’t have many close neighbors, but the ones he did know thought he was an accountant who went by the name of Declan Banks.

No, he had not chosen the last name. Yes, everyone got those types of names. The Agent Management Office had a sense of humor or were just not creative. Janus only knew one employee in the AMO and he’d been avoiding him for the past three years as much as possible. Cowardly, maybe, but he knew if he gave the man too much information about his general lifestyle, he’d be dragged into the AMO to talk about his mental state and feelings, and honestly, that would make everything worse.

As soon as he finished the poptart, a glass of water popped up from the table making him jump despite the fact that he had been the one to set it to do that automatically years ago. He downed half of the water and picked up the glass to take it to his bedroom. He should probably clean himself off before bed, but he couldn’t be bothered today, and just stripped off his uniform and collapsed into bed in his underwear. The morning was going to come far too soon, he knew. Yet, his mind would not quiet. His brain kept filling out the report he trusted (well, hoped he could trust) Remus had already finished by now.

He eventually groaned and rolled over in bed. “Play something,” he requested. The screen by the side of his bed lit up.

“Randomizing the ‘Something’ video playlist,” the soft voice said from the ceiling.

A dance recital which he knew had been recorded in 2033 started playing. The images moved on the screen in front of him, but the sound drifted from all around him. He let his eyes linger over the way the dancers’ bodies moved as the sounds washed over him. The image of elegantly twisting limbs remained in his head long after his eyelids drifted shut and he finally fell asleep.

Chapter 2

The morning was just as torturous as Janus had expected it would be. He chewed through another poptart, this time bothering to actually check and see that it was a cinnamon-sugar one and drank three cups of caffeinated orange juice. Then, he waved his hand through the air and selected the 1st saved location on his device. He popped up directly behind his desk where he’d been standing the night morning before.

Someone, probably Remus, had shut his integrator down. He swiped a finger across the power button, and it flickered back on, scrolling through its morning start up routine.

The machine scanned through all of the data in the three main system it was connected to and sorted all information into things that concerned him, could concern him, and did not before then sorting the first two categories into order of importance. As it did, he set up his screen reader so he would hopefully not start the day with more of a migraine than he already had. It took about 3 seconds for everything to turn on and settle.

Sitting down in his desk, he dismissed the notification that Remus had finished and submitted the report from their mission the day before.

A mission had been scheduled for him today, and the details were in his inbox. A piece time travel technology had been accidently dropped by an archology student in the 1890s during a trip. It was an earlier model of emergency time travel given to time travels that would dump them back into the Registration Office in the year they originated. It wasn’t extremely dangerous, but could pose some problems, especially if someone who didn’t know what it was activated it.

Surveillance agents had tracked it down and found that it had been picked up by a local and sold. Though no one from that time had known what it was, they had identified that it was made out of a precious metal and it had been crafted into an expensive necklace. Janus and Remus were supposed to retrieve it today. It had been pinpointed that the most opportune time for the extraction was 1923 during a masquerade ball held by those who had bought the necklace.

It was a fairly low stakes mission. He wasn’t set to leave for another couple of hours, so he clicked through the rest of the important notifications and then set off to meet his missions coordinator, Rhi, in her office.

Rhi and Janus got along fairly well. She was a well put together woman who took her job incredibly seriously. It was fair as her job was to organize all information and materials from every other department and make sure the agents she was assigned to got and understood all of it. A mistake from her could lead to an agent’s death or something far worse.

This, of course, made her relationship with Remus… interesting to say the least. Janus could never place whether they were nemesis, frenemies, or mortal enemies, and he doubted he would ever know.

“Okay, but it’s the 1920s America,” Remus was already in her office arguing when Janus arrived. “There were so many gangsters! I could be a gangster. I would make a fantastic gangster! Just give me a gun, a snazzy suit with a white hat, and a buttload of alcohol. I will be running Chicago with Al Capone in five minutes.”

“Al Capone didn’t become a crime boss until 1925 and you are going to 1923,” Rhi said, sounding bored, “you aren’t going to Chicago, and as I have already stated, your cover is already decided.”

“But-”

“It is nonnegotiable, Agent Clockson,” she said firmly. Remus pouted, but seemingly accepted his fate.

“May I come in?” Janus asked.

“Please do,” Rhi said. “You have been to the 1920s before, correct?” she asked Janus.

“Yes ma’am.”

She tapped the screen on her desk in response. “In the last two years?”

“About two months ago,” he responded. She tapped something else.

“Any blacks, reds, or yellows?” she asked.

“All green.”

“Great. Do you need a refresher course on basic cultural or linguistic procedures?”

“No.”

She pushed one more thing and then swiped the check-in document over to him. He glanced at the report stating he’d had no incidents of any level the last time he visited the 1920s and had opted out of the optional refresher course, and then pressed his finger against the screen to sign it with his fingerprint.

The document returned to her side of the desk automatically. “Okay,” she said swiping another document from her left over to be in front of her. She twisted her wrist to copy it and slide copies to Janus and Remus. “Here are exact details on the time, place, and event you are going to, as well as details about your cover.” Janus scrolled through his quickly. It wasn’t as detailed as some he’d had considering this was a brief in-and-out missing, but he still took care to memorize everything on the page.

As he and Remus read through their things, Rhi got to her feet and turned to the storage compartments behind her desk.

She grabbed out two packages and when they’d both signed that they’d read and understood the paperwork, she slid them across the desk to them. “These have everything you need,” she said. “Clothes, money, and an invitation to the party you’re off to attend. You are to get changed now, have a last check in with costuming to make sure everything is in order, and then report to decontamination in 23 minutes. Your set to leave in 38 minutes. Any questions?”

“How much-?” Remus started.

“None, agent,” Rhi said.

“But-”

“No alcohol,” Rhi said. “It is the prohibition era in the United States anyway.”

“Like there’s not going to be alcohol at the rich people party,” Remus said sullenly.

She pressed her lips together. “It is an in-and-out mission,” she said to both of them, and then turned to glare at Remus. “Do not get arrested.”

“I don’t know,” Remus said joyfully. “I think I still have room for a 1920s mug shot on my wall.”

“Behave,” she said, “or I’ll report you for the cat you smuggled in from the 1800s.”

“You’d never,” Remus said. “You enjoy the cute pictures of Diesel Fuel I send you every day too much, and you know it!”

“Just… don’t get arrested.” She turned to Janus. “Don’t let him get arrested.”

“I’ll do my best,” Janus promised, standing. “Now come on, Remus, we need to get changed.”

“You just want to see me naked,” Remus replied with a wink, but he did stand.

“If I see you naked one more time in my life Remus, my eyeballs will fall out of their sockets,” Janus said, waving to Rhi as he pulled Remus out of the door.

“Kinky.”

Janus’s eyeballs almost did fall out right then and there with how hard he rolled them.

They got changed quickly, Remus complaining and saying if he couldn’t dress like a gangster, he should at least be allowed to wear a flapper dress. Janus had long ago learned to ignore his ramblings. He did seem enthused about the included mask for the masquerade. It was a silver fox shaped mask with green accents that reminded Janus of the Egyptian God Anubis.

Janus’s own mask on the other hand, was only designed to take up the left half of his face. It was mostly golden with a black swirled design. Attached to the side there was a plume of golden tipped white feathers. He had to give it to the costuming department, they did have good taste.

Once they were both dressed, they were poked and prodded by one of the costumers to make sure everything was accurate, fit right, and had been put on correctly.

After that, they went to the decontamination area to have themselves and everything they were taking with them sterilized so they didn’t accidently take any pathogens to the 1920s. They also received an oral vaccination to be sure they didn’t pick up anything from the 1920s and bring it back.

Then they were ready to go. The correct time-space coordinates had already been sent to their timepieces. With a push of a button, they were off.

Chapter 3

Janus and Remus both appeared at the same moment a couple of feet apart in what looked like the inside of a garden shed. There was already a man waiting for them a few feet away. “Sup babes,” Remy said, just like he always did. The T-Agent looked their costumes up and down and whistled. “Now that,” he said, “almost makes me want to be one of you time jockeys.”

“They wouldn’t let me have a gun or a canister of moonshine,” Remus pouted.

Remy snorted. “Sorry, babes, but that makes my job a lot easier. If I’ve gotta fish you outta the 1920s criminal justice system, I’d rather it not be because you shot someone on accident ‘cause you don’t know how to use the safety.”

Remus groaned dramatically. “Everyone is lame.”

Remy just shook his head. “Meet back here when you’ve got the necklace,” he said. “Don’t make a move until after 11:05pm and before 11:17. That’s your window.”

“We know,” Janus said. “See you then.”

“Have fun at the party boys,” Remy said and then lowered his shades to look at Remus, “but not too much fun.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Remus, already towing Janus out of the garden shed. The way had been specifically cleared for them, so they met no other people before they’d rounded the house the party was taking place and had gotten onto the driveway in front of the house.

Without missing a beat, they strolled up to the front of the house, just as a car pulled into the end of the driveway. Janus rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, a man who was clearly the butler answered the door. They handed over their invitation, and the man immediately let them in.

The party had already started when they slipped into the medium sized ballroom that had been decked out in streamers and other decorations. Janus’s nose immediately wanted to scrunch as the smell of sweat from all the dancing already going on as well as the too strong perfume meant to cover that stench wafted over him. It was by far not the worst smelling time period, but he was pretty sure some people still weren’t aware deodorant had been recently invented.

He checked his time piece which had been disguised as a fancy wristwatch for this trip. “Okay,” he said. “We have about two hours before we need to make our move. We should…”

Remus’s attention was already being dragged away by a young man who seemed to be providing guests with food. “I’m going to go ‘mingle’,” he said, winking.

“No!” Janus hissed. “Re- Richard! No!”

Yet, he was already disappearing into the horde of stinky bodies, likely to go scandalize a bunch of rich folks, and leaving Janus alone. Janus mumbled a curse under his breath that he was sure no one around him would understand even if they could make it out.

Unsure what to do with himself, he wandered over towards where the live musicians were playing jazz music, being sure to keep out of the way of the dancers. He was edging around the makeshift dancefloor, when one of said dancers must have misstepped and knocked into another one. The second man stumbled right towards Janus, arms pinwheeling. Janus reached out on instinct to catch the man as he fell.

There was a moment where the two of them just stared at each other, surprise evident on the other man’s face. He was wearing a mask that just covered the area around his eyes and the top of his nose, revealing a smattering of freckles across his cheeks that Janus imagined extended to his nose.

The mask was a light blue velvet with a flower stuck on the side near his right ear, and a trail of curled golden ribbon bobbed down around his chin. The party continued on around them, a blur of movement and sound.

“Are you alright?” Janus asked.

The man blinked up at him and then tilted his head slightly to the side as though confused, before a smile slowly grew on his face. “Oh, I’m fine Dove.”

“Dove?” Janus asked.

He giggled. “You have dove feathers on your mask,” he explained, reaching up a hand to touch one. His finger brushed the tip of Janus’s ear, “and I don’t know what else I am supposed to call you.”

“My name is Lee,” he automatically lied.

“Is it?” he asked, sounding amused. “Doesn’t seem to fit you well. I like Dove better.”

“Oh?” asked Janus. “And what’s your name so I can not call you that?”

The man chuckled. “Call me Pat.”

“Hello Pat,” Janus said.

“I thought you didn’t want to call me by my name.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Hmmm,” Pat said, finger tracing idly across Janus’s forearm which was when Janus realized with a start that he was still holding the man in his arms. He quickly went to release him, which Pat allowed with clear amusement.

Yet, instead of completely stepping away, Pat grabbed Janus’s arm. “What are you doing all the way over here by the way?” he asked. “Don’t you want to dance.”

“Oh,” Janus hesitated. “I don’t really dance.” Or at least not in the way the people around him were. He’d had basic training for this style, but it had been a while and he was a bit rusty.

“Everyone dances Dove,” Pat claimed. “At least if they know the steps and have the right partner.”

“But I don’t know the steps,” Janus said with an eyebrow raise.

He hummed. “Well, I know the dance pretty well by this point,” Pat said. “Why don’t I teach you how it goes.”

He was agreeing with the soft beseeching tone before he even realized it. Pat pulled him into the middle of the throng of people. He seemed to think, bopping his head to the music playing for a moment, before looking back at Janus. “Heard of James Johnson?”

Janus inclined his head.

“Well, have you heard his new song? Because there’s a dance that goes with it.”

He took a few steps away from Janus and started to dance. Despite his claim to know the steps, he wasn’t particularly good, but he made up for any loss of rhythm with pure enthusiasm.

Janus found himself smiling at the man, and after a few moments, joined in with the dance. Despite his lack of practice, he ended up having a better natural rhythm than Pat. Pat didn’t seem to mind that he was being outperformed, however. On the contrary, he giggled at himself the couple of times he stumbled.

When he fell into Janus’s arms for the second time that night, Janus decided he’d probably had enough dancing for the moment and pulled him off to the side to get something to drink and cool down a bit.

He watched the man take a snack and some punch from one of servers and thank him happily before turning back to Janus. Pat was easily able to keep Janus’s attention as they chatted. He was bubbly and soft, and Janus found himself enchanted as they talked.

He was explaining the steps of a different dance, a couples one. “Knowing how to perform the tango will entrance any girl you want,” Pat said, something mischievous sparkling in his eyes. “Assuming you’re that type of fella.”

“As opposed to what?” Janus asked.

Pat leaned in a bit closer. Not too much, but enough that he was definitely in Janus’s space. “A different type of fella,” he said simply, before smiling and leaning back.

Janus let out a shaky exhale and took a sip of punch. He glanced over at Pat. “Tell me about yourself, Pat,” he said.

Pat hummed in contemplation. “Well, I went to France recently.”

“You did?”

“Oui, c'était amusant, mais j'ai eu des ennuis”

“What kind of trouble?” Janus asked curiously.

“Oh, the kind with a pretty boy and crepes that were way too sweet. Anyway,” he continued. “Other than that, I mostly help out my friend. He’s an inventor.”

“And how do you help him.”

He shrugged, “Running errands mostly, and making sure he gets enough sleep, because otherwise he gets distracted and forgets. And you?”

“I’m a banker,” he said, remembering his cover, but felt compelled to add, “but I like to travel as well.”

“You do look the type?”

“And how is that?”

Pat shrugged. “I can always tell a wandering spirt from the masses, and you are easy to spot.” Pat looked at him then with a secret smile on his face, and Janus felt suddenly known, like the man in front of him had known him for years even though they’d only just met. Looking at him then, he wanted suddenly for that to be fact and not a flight of fancy.

He was brought firmly back to reality in the next moment. “Lee,” a pointed and familiar voice said. Janus’s head snapped up to see Remus, staring at him. He tapped his wrist. Janus glanced at his own wrist: 10:58pm. He just barely managed not to curse.

“I,” he said looking up at Pat. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“That’s okay,” Pat said easily. “It is getting rather late.”

“Yes,” Janus agreed. “Well… goodbye.”

Pat, titled his head, a half smile on his face. “I’ll be seeing you around.”

Janus nodded, and turned away from him towards Remus. He didn’t look back as they excited the ballroom. They snuck into a small side closet for coats that wasn’t being used as it was summer.

“So,” Remus said when the door closed behind them.

“Don’t,” warned Janus.

“I’m not one to judge,” Remus said.

“Shut up.” He glanced at his watch. It was 11:02. “We’ll go in 5.”

“I have to give it to you. He was very cute.”

“We’re not talking about it.”

Remus just laughed joyfully, and Janus did his best to halt the blood rushing to his cheeks.

At 11:07, well into their window, they slipped back out of the closet, and towards the stairs as the party raged on.

Despite how Remus usually never shut up, he was able to be quiet when it counted. They snuck to the master bedroom of the home’s owners in silence. The door was already wide open by the time they got there, and Janus didn’t think anything of it. At least, he didn’t until they entered the bedroom, and there was someone already there.

He turned from the dresser he’d been standing in front of to face them, sending Janus the same smile he had down in the ballroom. Janus and Remus both froze. “Sorry, sweetie,” Pat said. “Were you here for this too?” he held up the necklace they’d been sent for. He closed his fist around the charm made out of time travel tech.

“What?” Janus said.

Pat giggled and winked. “Unfortunately, I need it a bit more than you at the moment. So, I’m gonna have to go.” Janus stepped forward, not really sure what he was intending to do, but Pat just smiled. “See you some other time, my Turtle Dove.” With a snap of his fingers and loud crack, he disappeared. The mask he’d been wearing fluttered to the ground.

#study break stories #not writing #folds in paper #folds in time universe

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fromanartistsheart2 · 1 year ago

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I had a hard time

Writing this rhyme

Deciding which stories

To share that aren't gory

2x brain surgery survivor

B4 the age of 2

Family was worried

About what I could do

3 more surgeries

For an ongoing health condition

That doesn't have a cure

Of that, Drs r sure

Raised by a single daddy

Mother nowhere to be found

We heard nothing for years

Not a single sound

My mom came along

When I was just 12

And she is the bomb

About it I wrote a song

Engaged at 19

To a man that was obscene

Going to strip bars

When I would ask where u r

I caught him cheating

In a private room

And that was the end of

The relationship that was doomed

From Carolina

Down n the south

And to go with it

I have a smart mouth

Met my next migraine

Thru their ex

It was insane

That should have been my sign

At age 21, married then pregnant

I was stuck with him

Didn't know where to go

But it was easy to leave, people told me so

First child born with health issues

That I didn't have enuff tissues

For all my tears

Throughout the years

I was wrong to make

My child behave

And to my husband

Was expected to b a slave

After 6 years

Baby 2 came along

I stayed home with the kids

I thought he was working, but I was so wrong

He lied to me again

And expected me to give in

To join in with his sin

And lie to people again

Begging for food

Which I thought was rude

Begging for rides

Or he would have my hide

Abuse and tyranny

The whole time

It even inspired

Lots of rhymes

Met my new husband

Right here on Facebook

Writing my rhymes

Of the terrible times

Baby #3

And oh woe was me

The oldest out of control

And so my temper rolled

Family interfered

And told my child to disobey

My child was on the losing end

Now matter which way

He listens to the people

Who claim to go to the steeple

But expect him to b a sheeple

And listen to the wrong people

I was suppose to let

His behavior slide

And let him do what he wants

Because to him people lied

So in 2015

When things were past obscene

I met a new guy

And to me he didn't lie

He also wrote rhymes

And I responded most of the time

He was there for me

And my kids 3

So we wrote forth and back

And he never gave me slack

Told me like it was

And never lied because

He is a real man

And he came up with a plan

To rescue me

And my babies, 3

Over time we grew

And by now each other knew

That we loved the other

And had to b with one another

So n 2017

My son made accusations (obscene)

So the cops said we had to leave

And no longer have to cleave

The cops never investigated

Never tried, and it's them I hated

He has big connections

But none that I can prove, just suspections

He got the kids back

And kept them n slack

And now their grades they're failing

Like everyone that I've been telling

Everyday I live

It is for my kids

To save them from him

And everything he's did

He's tried to get me to stop the fight

So he can do everything not right

So that I won't report

And to threats he won't have to resort

So f*cked up

He has them

From what

He's done to them

P*ssed off?!

I'm way beyond

And of the court system

I am not fond

They tell me that my kids

R f*cked up beyond repair

And so I just should stop

And not even care

I should just go on

Live my life and forget

But if I do

I'll have lots of regrets

I tell u all these things

Cause it's for my kids that I breathe

And all the things my ex has done

It just makes me seethe

Fill up with anger

To the point of danger

And go full beast mode

And just explode

But if I do that

He will get what he wants

To prove I'm mentally unstable

And get the kids? I won't

Protect my kids?

The system won't

And my ex?!

I KNOW he won't!

So my heart breaks

With everything he takes

Away from my kids

Just like to him, his family did

Heartwarming Hymns

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starflyfarm · 5 years ago

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(hmgh the inbox is empty n im kinda bored so have sum incoherent thoughts n ideas abt lou under the cut)

(i think ive mentioned a few times tht lou likes singing but that is admittedly an understatement. he loves singing. he hears a song he knos the lyrics to and he feels incredibly compelled to sing tho his lack of confidence stops him in public spaces. u may hear a bit of humming when no ones paying attention to him tho)

(going off that there are certain kindsa songs he likes singing more than others, think its been mentioned that he likes higher energy music generally speaking so naturally thats the kinda music he likes to sing to but he REALLY likes songs he can just belt to it feels so satisfying to him. he is surprisingly good at adele songs)

(he cannot sing really rough throaty songs to save his life tho like just thinkin abt it makes his throat hurt. he likes a fair bit of metal and screamo n stuff but his voice is just too smooth to sing it. smooth but lightly textured. like vanilla icecream w the lil vanilla beans n stuff still in it. hes also not very good at whistling)

(hes mostly a tenor but he does have a pretty decent range and his falsetto is p decent tho it does hurt his throat)

(its also been mentioned that hes alright at guitar but i like 2 thnk inbetween whatever actual lessons he took the very first songs he taught himself were probably sum very embarrassing sappy little love songs w simple chords. u kno how it is when ur a repressed gay teenager)

(idk how any of yall read his voice but generally he talks kinda quietly, very much not a very loud or present person, which is good for not getting caught committing crimes but not very good for socializing as he has discovered.)

(his semi soft voice is decently reflective of his physical characteristics too, i think i mentioned like once that his hair is very thick and soft, but his skin is also p soft with the exception of some scars here and there)

(speaking of his more notable scars are a burn scar on his right forearm from when he was really young, no one remembers exactly how he got it but it had something to do with a kitchen accident, and sum cut scars on his left shoulder from shortly after he’d moved out of his mom’s house. he also has various minor scars on his hands and wrists from handling/playing with cats and getting into the occasional knife fight back in the city as well as a very small scar on his upper lip from a time a dog bit his face when he was young)

(u might not guess it but he is incredibly clumsy and does not have the best spatial awareness when it comes to like. objects. he does fine not crashing into people but hes probably bumped into a lamp post at least once)

(idk if its ever come across but he also does lots of hand gestures when hes talking. snapping his fingers or shaking his hands when hes tryna think trying to illustrate what hes talking about with vague motions. he does a lot of shit w his hands in general, tapping fingers on surfaces drumming his hands on his legs, doin peace signs n finger guns and playing with his fingers/clothes mindlessly)

(hes also the kinda person who has an idle animation™ when hes not distracted by talking to someone or just paying attention to something he’ll probably rock back n forth on his feet or bobbing up and down probably to the rhythm of a song stuck in his head or something, speaking of songs, again, humming is a thing he does too)

(if u read the previous 2 points and thought “that sounds like stimming” ur exactly right)

(he stumbles over his words a bunch when hes excited, even if hes trying to keep his cool stumbling and stuttering are some of the most tell tale signs of him being excited tho it also happens when hes anxious or flustered. id say it applies to strong emotions in general but it absolutely does not apply to stuff like when hes real angry or sad)

(when hes real angry or sad his speech tends to actually be much more concise, he’ll speak slower and take time to really consider his words. when he’s angry both his expression and the words he chooses have the potential to cut like a hot knife thru soft butter, and when he’s sad hes more considering his words to try and keep from bringing the person hes talking to down)

(ive drawn him with a sketchbook a couple times but he probably has a journal with some writing in it too, nothing serious just thoughts he has sometimes phrased with flowery words but its not like. super amazing poetry or anything. hes no elliott)

(speaking of sketchbooks he absolutely draws his friends from time to time. hes incredibly embarrassed by it and hed never show anyone but he does it. a lot of his doodles are accompanied by lil thoughts and comments he has while makin em)

(back when he worked for joja i like to think he was like a phone operator for like. the joja help line or smth which is an oxymoron and he probably spent most of his work day getting yelled at by ppl over the phone. he does not like talking on the phone. much prefers texting)

(idk how clear ive made it on the blog but he absolutely hates morris. morris is probably the only person in town who hes like physically threatened. morris has thusly elected to avoid fucking with him as much as physically possible)

(i think its been mentioned he carries some kinda pocket knife on him at all times but he also likes to carry one a those novelty combs that looks n acts like a switchblade but its not. mostly just to fuck w ppl. pull out what looks like a switchblade then open it and hah uve been fooled it was a comb all along)

(speaking of combs bcus his hair is thick and wavy as mentioned before hes gotta take real good care of it or it gets. Unmanageable. when he was a teenager he didnt take care of it for a while n it got so long and tangled it broke like 2 combs it was awful)

(that in mind he is prone to getting wicked bed head. catch him when he first wakes up and its like a rat king was planted on his head)

(also did i mention he has several knives? pocket knives switchblades hes probably got a decorative dagger in a box somewhere, and ofc his monster fighting sword. he probably has a pair of brass knuckles somewhere too)

(its defintiely been hinted at more than a few times but lou is a huge foodie. he is always hungry and loves food but he cant stand mint or bitter tastes sometimes he has a hard time w sour stuff too. he likes spicy and savory/umami/w/e foods best, and while he does have a decent sweet tooth he can make himself sick off sugary stuff pretty easy especially w really dense sweets like fudgy brownies n shit)

(the reason hes not so good w mint and bitter things is cus his senses r very keen and bitter and mint are very unpleasant to his mouth and nose. theyre intense and stick around much longer than theyre welcome and it just feels bad ykno. this in mind he could not explain to u why he likes spicy stuff as much as he does)

(hes also really sensitive to like actual temperatures, especially heat. if it gets too hot and humid it can make him real nauseous n give him a migraine, hes better in the cold but even then it makes him really sneezy n sniffly. this is moderately ironic considering the previous point)

(jhjh im gonan stop here bcus this is getting super long but this is absolutely not all the stuff ive thought of. its mostly just the more lighthearted n mundane stuff that i could remember off the top of my head lmao)

#ooc #not asks #sdv oc #(this is incredibtyl random n probabyl incoherent but w/e)#(its MY blog and I get to choose the content hfjghjd)

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szopenhauer · 4 years ago

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If someone has bad breath, do you tell him or her? doubtful, I don’t wanna hurt anyone, it’s awkward and a lot of ppl can’t change how they smell

Do you have an item that comforts you when you are sad/scared? used to have one special object, I still hold it sometimes, I suppose I might again at night from Friday to Saturday

When are you likely to hide your emotions? when I’m face to face with an authority figure like boss, teacher or doctor, policeman too but I never been in a situation like this with them, I also hide my emotions from abusers at times to not show I’m afraid of them and to not provoke them more as well

Which is scarier: Dying of thirst or of starvation? I guess starvation as it takes longer

Have you ever tried to help someone quit smoking? it’s their decision to smoke, I don’t approve but I won’t get involved, I can only avoid them

Have you ever had to talk anyone out of suicide? self harm more likely, I mean... I was talking with suicidal people about them wanting to kill themselves but never at the moment when they were doing it so I don’t know if that counts

When you think of tomorrow, what feelings come to mind? packing, last day with my parents before I go to the hospital

What is the last thing you complained about? probably health related issues

What was the last curse-word you said? kurwa

When you fake sick to get out of school, what do you say or do to convince your parents that you are sick? I don’t fake sick, I might exaggerate but I won’t lie, I don’t want to worry my parents and because I’m chronicall ill I often was going to school even though I didn’t felt like it

Do you still talk to your very first best friend? no

When was the last time something went terribly wrong? basically everything goes wrong

How do you console someone when he or she is upset? depends

Choose one: Trip to outerspace, or trip underneath the oceans? no thx

How often do you feel overwhelmed? all the damn time

How do you deal with everyday life? poorly

Who in your family do you act like the most? my dad

What is the most romantically sweet thing someone has done for you? my gf is doing many sweet things

Have you ever been confronted by a mall cop for your behavior? I’ve never been confronted by the store guard - elseway I would never go back there out of anxiety

Is there someone that makes you feel like you’re walking on eggshells? my mom

Were you ever afraid of one of your past teachers? sorta XD

Have you ever been in a physical fight on school grounds? I was attacked but I didn’t fight back so...

A homeless man asks you for 50 cents; how do you respond? dunno

When was the last time you visited a thrift store? recently

Can you handle constructive criticism? I can’t handle any criticism :(

Who is the most sensitive person that you know? me?...

When was the last time you wrote someone a note? few days ago

Do you tell your parents before you go somewhere, or just leave? I always tell

What was the last thing you tried to get out of doing? not sure what was last hmm...

Which season do you dread the most? winter

Is there a foreign culture you’d like to learn more about? maybe

Have you ever seen a famous painting and thought “I could have done that?” abstract art

What is the scariest thing about attending your school? which one?

Are you a good judge of other people’s intentions? I got better with time

Shopping: best with friends, parents, bf/gf, or alone? depends

When was the last time someone told you to turn your music down? my mother sometimes asks me to because she has migraines

When you don’t know how to spell a word, do you look it up? not always *ashamed*

Are you one to spend a lot of time in the bathroom? nope but I’m the one that often goes to the bathroom

Do you ever consider the challenges other races go through? sure

When was the last time you doubted your abilities? I have... abilities? :o

What was the last thing you wished for? health... not gonna happen tho :(

How many times a day, on average, do you look at the time? several, when I wake up then when I eat and between meals and then when I go to sleep and in the middle of the night if I go to pee

Where do you first remember living? I never moved

First fandom? woah I don’t remember

First otp/ship? neither

How old were you when you first when on a plane? -

What was your first tattoo? -

Do you remember the last movie you saw while on a date? show - She-ra, movie - A lot like love

Did you lose your virginity before you were sixteen? nooo

How many purses do you own? too many lol Are you bi? am not Who was your prom date? I never had one, I didn’t go to prom

Who was the last person to see you cry? parent[s]

Have you ever been used? yep

Do you like when girl takes you by surprise and kisses you? I like consent but... those were the best kisses ^^’’

Have you ever gone for someone despite knowing they were bad for you? I didn’t think about the future nor that I deserve love What kind of gift can win you over? what do you mean by WIN ME OVER? Are diamonds really a girls best friend? not mine, I don’t care for diamonds

Have you ever dated someone with a child? no way Have you ever dated someone shorter than you? Sarah was shorter

Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you? my parents and my current partner

What sound is annoying you right now? it’s quiet :3

What gives you a peaceful feeling? sleep?

Would you rather live in the city, suburbs or the country? country

Are you more of a maker and giver, or a taker and user? taker and user I suppose

Do you buy holiday gifts early or at the last minute? early

If someone else were to describe you what would you hope they would say? the truth

Do you think it is harder for a parent to outlive their child or for the child to outlive their parent? parent to outlive the child because it’s not common

When do you do your best thinking? evening/night

What was a choice that you didn’t want to make but you had to? majority of decisions are smth I’d prefer not to make

What age do you think it is most difficult to be? to each their own

Do you think you could handle a day in jail? who knows

Have you ever been on a trampoline? I have not

Do you pretend to be something you’re not to make friends? I’m being myself and that’s why I’m friendless :P

Are you more of a shy or outgoing person? I’m introverted antisocial and a loner but I’m not shy, I can be loud and talkative

Are you more of an athlete or artist? artist Are you the type to procrastinate? I put PRO in procrastination Do you believe that you’ll always be a kid at heart? ;) What is something you want to improve on this year? health, I’m trying How many times a day do you get angry? uh oh... If you could eat any food you want right now, what would it be? personal Can you sleep with your eyes open? I’m no Gandalf

Do you still have any living grandparents? If so, how old are they? I don’t wanna talk about that

What’s your favorite computer game genre? simulations Do you have any exes your parents never liked? pfft Do you ever keep things just because they might be useful someday? we are hoarders

Are you frequently in a bad mood? sorry... Do you ever fill out surveys while in a bad mood? I go through soooo many moods before I finish one survey Are you a fast or a slow eater? slowest among my friends, fastest in my house How old were you when you had your first relationship? no idea what I should call a relationship and what not Do you get dental checkups at least once a year? yup Is there anyone in your family/household whom you frequently argue with? mom, sister before she moved out Have you ever used chewing tobacco? tha hell? that’s disgusting!

Do you play Pokemon Go? If so, what level are you and who’s your buddy? not applicable Do you ever sit indoors and wear sunglasses or a hat? hat Are you putting off doing something right now? If so, what is it? drying my hair, drinking water and going to sleep mostly

Are you like me and hoard notebooks and pens? pens now, I stopped buying notebooks... oh wait... no... I just got one because I wanted to save bees, nvm... Are you sitting in front of or by a window? What can you see out there? by, it’s dark but there’s my neighbor’s house Are there any coasters on your table? If so, do they have text or pictures? flowers Do you have a song playing in your head right now, too? not really Don’t you hate it when people answer to surveys with one word answers? lame *I realized I did that myself *facepalm* Ever watched a cat or a dog sleep and run/twitch in their sleep? adorable <3 What’s something we do every day but they don’t depict in movies? it bothers me that in fantasy/sci-fi movies there are no toilets and meals are rare

Is your style feminine, masculine or somewhere in the middle? in the middle, childish yet of an old person haha Do you usually carry a backpack, a shoulder bag or something else? shoulder bag or tote Do you wear glasses? If so, have you ever tried to fix them when they’ve broken? helped my dad fix his glasses couple of times Are there a lot of dragonflies around your house? they don’t show up frequently

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