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Why is it called Tokyo After School SUMMONERS when the summoning components aren't even important to the main story until they're convenient??? Like, I love Housamo with all my heart but reworking the main story is WILD
Anyway, what's you're guys' biggest things you're curious about/wish they focused on more because I'm curious and I have a whole list lmao
#call on me whenever you need 😤😤#housamo#tokyo afterschool summoners#not a reblog.#fel rambles#I'm already messing with the summoning part because it fucking bums me out that we don't really have any canonical summons#outside of the red oni at least AND I ADORE HIM BUT DEADASS ONLY POPS UP WHAT?? TWICE? IN THE ENTIRE STORY SO FAR#and I know it's because of *how* the game is set up and everything and it's left to the player's imagination for who you summoned#BUT AT LEAST ADD OPHION??? OR ONI OR ZAB???? THOSE THREE ARE LIKE CANON PEEPS THAT YOU CAN FORM A SUMMONING BOND WITH#WHICH LOOK-#*spoilers for chapters 2- 3- and 6 preceeding the next couple of tags#just watch yourself lmaoa#BUT LIKE THAT WAS SO STUPID THAT THEY JUST DISAPPEARED??? LIKE- LOOK- I GET IT- I get it! their wishes were fulfilled their time is done l#it's over BUT MAN- FUCK THAT SHIT- IF THEY CAN JUST GET RESUMMONED LATER ON FOR A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME AND ARE LIKE d#WHAT'S THE POINT#WHAT'S THE POINT OF THEM DISAPPEARING???? BULLSHIT LET ME HAVE MY FUCKING BOYS LIFEWONDER GOD FUCKING DAMN DUDES >:0000000#anyway I know there's a lot of typos in here pls forgive#i was taken over with passion lmao sjjsjsjjs
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IT’S CELESTIEFAN3000 i have to say i like tumblr way more than ao3 so i’ll be using this to comment from now on 😋 But i would like to personally thank you for writing chapter 9, your author voice is genuinely so appealing and HONESTLY you could pass off as a literal professional author if I didn’t know this was fanfiction!
Now for the uglier feelings: (please ignore typos or other mistakes i wrote a lot. I am very normal about kickoff, obviously)
I SOBBED LIKE A BABY MIDWAY AND BECAME A CRYING SOUND EFFECT AT THE END OK OK OKAYYYYYYY 😭😭💫💫 I’m still dizzy and lightheaded from the effect ur writing gives me (THIS IS A GOOD THING) it’s so addicting i need more😭‼️ UGHHHH the way you build that exact RIGHT amount of comfort to compensate for the suffering you’ve but us through but still managed to EDGE US AT THE END . I WISH YOU WEREN’T SO GOOD AT THIS FANFICTION THING, BECAUSE DAMN! 😭😭😭😭
The scenes were so fucking beautiful, I love the peaceful atmosphere that rain gives and how you were able to contrast that as an escape from that horrible loud and noisy bar to just a horrible man!!!!! You really know how to direct scenes and i can not express in words how much they mean to me 🥹🥹😭😭😭
I feel like I’ve overused the crying face emoji too much in my ask BUT I ACTUALLY MEAN IT HERE EVERY TIME I can fill an entire glass up of my tears that kickoff caused me to shed alone 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Everything was just great vegetables, this chapter will definitely be haunting me while I sleep but it ended with an amazing scenario to build off of and dream about RIGHT?☺️ Anyway, my last words here are that I admire how you’ve been working on this project for around a couple months now nonstop, but the quality has not dropped and has instead improved despite it getting really tiring the more you carry on with it! Maybe that’s just how I feel about finishing what I’ve started LMAO but it’s so impressive every time I see someone able to pull that off, I’ve seen some fics succumb to the tragedy of “i-just-want-to-get-this-over-with-because-the-concept-no-longer-interests-me-anymore”-ness 😔 BUT WITH KICKOFF! I’m so happy that the author is as passionate about the characters and plot in their fanfiction as I am, and hard work really does pay off! (for the reader, hard work is waiting 3 weeks for a new fic— but the read’s always better the longer you wait 😉)
My ADHD really came out here I deeply apologize but my ACTUAL final words are: I wish I had a bf like gojo, Oh My God You Are A Legend Ellie, You are most deserving person of meeting Gojo Satoru FIRST if he ever comes to life, it is 1am haha so i’m sleeping now ☺️🤍 Celestiefan300 out!
MY SWEET ANGEL BB CELESTIEFAN3000 😭🫶🏼💕💕 HI DEAR
UMM CAN I JUST SAY IM AB TO SOB ALR JUST FROM HOW LONG THIS ASK IS ??? PLS FORGIVE MY URGE TO RESPOND TO EVERY ASPECT OF IT
thank you sm for the compliments on the writinf omg i rly feel comin into my own now n finding my voice as i continue to write more so seeing u say that esp as a long term reader is just ssooo dhddldfk 🥺💕 brb gonna cry
PLS IM SO SORRY FOR THE SAD EMOTIONSS aaa yes the baby steps to build their relationship has been……baby stepping indeed LOL but it was so nice to write the scene at rhe end where gojo comforts her 😭💕 so excited to write lovey dovey gojo now
OMG STOPPP w the nice words i will literally eat u for breakfast🧍🏻♀️the contrast w the soothing rain & hectic bar scene 😭 u pointing that out just made me soooo freaking happyy and wahh im so glad the scenes resonate w you :””) <33
ME TOO I FEEL IM HOLDING BACK ALL THE 😭😭😭 WMOJIS I COULD USE READING THIS ASK
awhh thanks darling im so happy kickoff has ur continued interest and AW to hear its improving means sm to me 🥺💕 im so passionate ab it, it has been so cathartic to write, and although its also hard to write sometimes bc of the personal aspects, it’s so joyous to me and i look forward to seeing it thru to the end w the same amt of passion. HAHAHA its hard work to read tho damn 😮💨 ur not wrong!! and also yes i too will be daydreaming of what happens next 🤣
my final words: i love u sm, YOU deserve a satoru (but i will gladly have him too if u say so🙈), so blessed to have u as a reader, and please get some good sleep my love <33
eeeeeee 🫶🏼💕
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-Rating and gushing about every Wizard101 “World”/Arc-
Imma just gush about my month of Wizard101 and how I finally got to a close “end” of the game.
24/12 Edit: Fixed some typos here and there and added some stuff.
07/09 Edit: KI decided to fully revamp Wiz city also changing some lore so the rating on that is outdated. Might also put my thought of the new Wiz City there once I’m through all the new content.
Arc 1 - Malistaire - 10/10
Prob my favourite.
The writing really ties in every world, even when you speedquest through it.
Contains a lot of my favourite worlds.
I’m still crying over Mali to this day...
(Old) Wizard City - 10/10
Literally the introduction to the game and the place I spent most of my time in when I was a crownless and membershipless young wizard.
Do you want to farm Nightshade or Kraken?
That graphic revamp really punched.
Fave Places To chill: Nightside, Commons, Ravenwood, Cyclops Lane
Krokotopia - 11/10
This world made me fall in love with Wizard101
Egyptian aesthetic o-o
I was once a balance wizard you know?
Cries over the plot in the tomb of storms
Also KROKODILES
Fave Places To chill: Krokosphinx, School Of Balance
Marleybone - 10/10
I liked the Wizard version, but the Pirate version is more my jam.
Everyone is lookin dapper.
Home of the Doc- I mean Professor!
The whole worlds feels like Cats, but with dogs and the plot is Sherlock Holmes.
Barkingham Palace Gear o-o
Fave Places To chill: The Museum.
Mooshu 7/10
Japan and China vibes
Your usual warlord chaos
Everything is BRIGHT GREEN
It felt S H O R T
Has pretty nice wand drops
Fave Places To chill: Jade Palace
Dragonspyre 12/10
This is what you get when you throw Roman aesthetic, Prussian History and a pinch of Russia into a pot.
The amount of subtle history references is making me listen to every line of dialogue I can get from this world.
D R A G O N S
Milos Bookwyrm is kinda a darlin
We kill Mali here :’)
Fave Places To chill: The Atheneum, wherever my battle drake chills
Arc 2 - Morganthe - 9/10
Has nice spots here and there.
Writing is still good, but a little less engaging.
Morganthe was so over the top “bad bitch” that it got annoying
Grandpappy spider was the saving grace of the arc
Celestia - 8/10
Solid world, story was kinda meh
ASTRAL MAGIC
Is this Skull Island??? Why are there water moles??? I thought they only exist in Skull Island????
Basically Atlantis
WAND OF STASIS
Fave Places To chill: Watermole Village
Zafaria - 8/10
Jambo Wizard!
The plot is Belloq and crazy tse-tse zebra ruining everyones day.
All they wanted was a nice zafari, all they got was misery and running into Morganthe worshippers.
Flameingo can’t take it anymore...
“Son I’m disappointed”
Fave Places To chill: Baobab Crown
Avalon - 9/10
Love it, but something is missing?
King Arthur, but you’re Arthur.
How to become a knight 101
FINALLY I CAN GET DEER KNIGHT
The source of Morganthes saltiness
Everyone is prob scared of me because I rode a battle badger during my stay...
Fave Places To chill: Caliburn
Azteca - 9.5/10
Hello and Bye...
I will never be able to do casual side questing here anymore...
The plot was nice, but you know, IRREVERSIBLE DAMAGE WAS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED
Do not speedquest through this if you are a plot person, DO NOT
Cries over birb and dinosaur friends...
The music was the best part of it.
Fave Places To chill: N o w h e r e a f t e r�� t h a t d a r n m e t h e o r i t e, almost everywhere before that
Khrysalis - 9.8/10
L O O O O O N G
It was to be expected though
Mouse Guard vibes
The furniture sets for this suck and there is no proper furniture to obtain otherwise...
One Wizard Army (with the help of some deer friends) pls do not kill me for my bad word puns
I’d feel bad about how Morganthe ended, but after Azteca I really don’t have anything left for that whiny bitch...
A lot of people want my head...
Hello there hand- I mean hello there Spider.
Captain Colridge, if you had a pegleg I’d be 100% sure you’re ratbeard gone out of shape.
I love the dynamic changes to the Bastion once you progress
SHADOW MAGIC no one uses though because it’s not worth the pips and time
Fave Places To chill: Last Woods
Arc 3 - Spider And Raven - 6/10
Had solid concepts, kinda threw them out of the window
I do not like the writing in a majority of the arc
I think I was so disappointed, because I hyped these worlds up so much, the expectations did not meet reality
The ending was a no no
Plot was barely engaging
I only pushed through this for the concepts of Mirage and Polaris and wanted to see where Grandpappy Spider went
Polaris - 7/10
WAY TOO SHORT
You spent half of the time in the arcanum anyway
I don’t like Mellori, but that is just me
REVOLUTION TIME!
I don’t like that we had to throw a ship worth of fish into the sea, although they apparently still live? Somehow?
Everyone was at full right to overthrow the Empress though, she was horrible.
Where is Napoleguin???
RA RA RATSPUTIN, LOVER OF- wait w h a t ? ? ?
I don’t like the Arcanum, but I guess I’ll be a part of it.
Fave Places To chill: Walruskberg, Captain Colridges Tavern
Mirage - 6.5/10
The more you hype, the more you’ll be disappointed...
Again the Spider part of the plot was good, the other was e h
If I’m going to have to talk to another snobby over the top whiny cat I’m going to lose it.
Boochbeard, where is Mr. Gandry?
Bara Snakes.
Istar stop whining about bugs.
Ozzy you’re my best bud in this.
House themed GEAR, APARTMENTS and MOUNTS, but you gotta defeat a 100 enemies before that...
Love the world design though
THE MAGIC CARPET RIDE
Fave Places To chill: Caravan, anywhere you can wander through endless sand
Empyrea 4/10
This is what happens when you throw too many things together
S t a r T r e k
Medulla shut up
The idea to have an isle in the eye of a storm is cool though
Zanadu was kinda meh (prob because I remember most of it just happening in a sewer)
That dance session though, Khan rocks
The dwarfes were also kinda meh, just didn’t fit with the concepts of the previous areas
Cthulu island was also kinda meh
Ending of the first half was literally Batman and although I know “The Bat” and “The cabal” it kinda came out of nowhere...
And then I pretty much lost interest in the world
The Reverie got me again, nice and fresh mechanics.
I will make a seperate rant on the ending, but no... I don’t like it at all and I don’t see Spider forgiving Raven as a good ending
Felt really forced
Hit some bad spots with me...
I thought we could fight Raven??? >:O
Fave Places To chill: Reverie
Arc 4 - idk what is going on
Karamelle ?/10
Ja moin, guten Tag allerseits.
Haven’t gotten there yet, but man, I’m not up for dictator Nana... :T
Spells look pathetic o k
If you try denglish one more time I’m going to lose it
At this point it’s obvious that KI has a thing for german speaking countries related stuff
Sentinel Marshmallows, do I have to say more?
Other Worlds
Grizzleheim - 8/10
Vikings
Forshadowing of Raven
It’s ok
Grendleweed
Wintertusk - 8/10
Even more Vikings
Grizzleheim 2.0, but everyone is op and crits
You need the spells, but you don’t want to do it
It’s been too long since I’ve last been there
Wysteria - 9/10
The original snob
At least these weren’t a pain to listen to...
Incompetent teachers make incompetent students.
That hall of fame though.
Actually a nice world to quest through
The aesthetic is nice and they kinda got the cooler library compared to Ravenwood, unless I’m missing out on something.
Fave Places To chill: The library
Aquila - 10/10
Birbs
Was a pain in Pirate, is wonderful in Wiz
SKY IRON HASTA
Secret bosses you seldom find people to fight with
Everyone is salty that you’ve beated them and they don’t even try to hide.
Hades got the best estate.
Cerberus was cute until he became a set of floating heads.
Fave Places To chill: Tartarus
Darkmoor - 9.5/10
“Who hits?” - “Everyone” - *person who asked decides to leave the dungeon*
This happened to me 7 times in a row an U G H
People need to calm down their hitter ego
The dungeons are fun the first times, then they are just an annoyance to farm.
Plot is the Ballad Lenore
GO TO REST MALI
Hit in 5 rounds or say bye bye to your blades
No Feints
Catacombs 11/10
D r a g o n s p y r e L o r e
Valencia, what are you doin there?
Basically KI’s punch in the face of Pirate101 players
“Oh you want an update? Guess you gotta watch how we recycle Valencia in Wiz”
Dragoon gear - Just like Darkmoor, but this time your suffering has a certain end
Also no exp on your quests?
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i am burned out (i smell of smoke) - part three
you are all TOO NICE TO ME i can’t cope with how kind you are!!!
here is part three!
(i'm having a pretty hard time with my own bad brain at the moment so pls don't hate me for the typos, etc. i will fix them when my brain is less yoghurty, pls forgive me)
good news: the next chapter will only be a bit more angst and then it's all comfort from there on out i PROMISE he's gonna be okay <3
i am burned out (i smell of smoke) [on ao3]
summary: in which virgil falls apart, learns how to put himself back together, and realises he doesn’t have to do it alone.
word count: 6.7k ish ( part 1/5 | part 2/5 | part 3/5)
warnings: mental health issues - look so there is some pretty intense mental health stuff in here so please. go careful. also trigger warnings for some super brief suicidal ideation. you are loved and i am here if you need a reminder of that <3
timeline: i suppose this is set in early TAG verse? jeff is missing and nobody is Coping Well.
happy belated birthday, nutty!! <3
iii.
The days that follow are an enigma.
Later, in therapy, he'll struggle to remember a single detail. There is simply a gap that promises pain should he poke it too hard, and he will shy away from reliving a single minute of it.
At the time though…
It’s a waterfall of suffering; he is cascading down, down, down, and every time he grabs a hold, his hand slips on smooth rock and agonising memories. Relentless misery beats down on him until he stops even trying to raise his head, because it is always stronger than him. Hitting the bottom, he is submerged, unable to distinguish the surface from the floor because of the murky grey all around him, and he can’t breathe down here, he’s alone down here, he’s going to die down here.
So. The days that follow feel a lot like drowning - and Virgil would know.
He can’t breathe and his limbs are too heavy and everything is muted, grey, useless, but himself most of all. He cannot feel much of anything at all beneath this crushing despair, but he knows that he is utterly sick of himself, beyond exhausted of feeling so terrible, desperate for a way out but unable to communicate this to his family.
He spends a lot of time thinking about his parents. Not a day goes by where he doesn’t remember them, but it’s usually memories of their lives, rather than grisly and traumatic thoughts of their deaths. But now, he can’t seem to stop himself from fixating on the way his mother turned the snow around her berry-red as she first stopped shaking, then speaking, then breathing. Nor how his father’s final moments must have been elation-turned-fear, how the heat of the flames must have engulfed him all at once, if there was any relief that he would once more be with Lucy -
He never allows himself to think these thoughts. They're too upsetting, too raw, too painful.
But now, he is powerless to stop them.
On the fifth day of this new low - though it is fast becoming Virgil’s norm and that terrifies him - the klaxon sounds and Virgil can barely drag himself to the lounge. He does so anyway, arriving in time to see Gordon disappearing down his chute. Scott casts a glance in his direction as he makes his own way to his ship, concern blossoming at the sight of Virgil’s blank eyes.
“Go to bed, Virg, you look rough.”
(Virgil doesn’t argue, which only tightens the knot of worry in Scott’s stomach, but he shoves it aside in favour of the rescue).
Virgil returns to bed, avoiding all reflective surfaces he can. He knows how terrible he looks and he cannot stand the sight of himself, but he also can’t seem to bring himself to get in the fucking shower.
He’s disgusted with himself - it’s no wonder Scott didn’t want him on the rescue.
*
Or any rescues, apparently.
“You’re sick, Virg,” Scott begins, when he arrives home late that night to find his younger brother hasn’t moved from his bed.
Virgil protests (hardly, weakly), though he can’t find the conviction for the words. It’s like he’s going through the motions of a well-rehearsed play. “I’m not sick. I’m fine to fly.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”
Virgil sighs, rolling away from his brother and that horrible mounting worry.
“You see, the fact you didn’t call me out on that language tells me just how horrible you must be feeling. I mean it, Virg. Grounded until you’re recovered. And I want you to have a medical first thing!”
It doesn’t feel like there’s any recovering from this sickness.
*
Not having the distraction of rescues is punishment enough, but worse is the knowledge that Gordon keeps falling asleep over breakfast because Virgil can’t pull his fucking weight. He feels completely fucking useless - is being completely fucking useless - and yet, he still can’t bring himself to get out of bed. His brothers parrot concerned, loving questions he can’t answer and show him a kindness he certainly doesn’t deserve, and Virgil -
Virgil is a paradox: on the one hand, he is too empty to feel a single damned thing, no matter how much he wants to cry, no matter how hard he tries to put a label on these experiences, there is nothing there and therefore he is nothing. But on the other hand, Virgil is overflowing with raw, live misery so heavy he can’t take a full breath and so awful he stops caring about the fact.
He’s not okay.
He doesn’t know what’s wrong and he doesn’t know why, but he’s so far from okay, it’s laughable.
Only, he hasn’t laughed in weeks, and Gordon has stopped trying to make him.
That realisation burrows into his heart, a sharp nasty sting of guilt and loneliness. He misses his brothers and he knows it’s his fault that they’re withdrawing - isolating yourself from them will do that - but it hurts all the same.
It hurts because when Scott had started to count on neat whiskey to get him through the day, Virgil had dug his heels in and refused to let it be so. It hurts because when John had been relying on study drugs and no sleep to get through his PhD, it was Virgil who refused to let him hide away in shame. It hurts because Virgil has been there for more of Gordon’s panic attacks than he wants to remember, and yet he remembers them all the same. It hurts because Alan is too young to have lost so much, but Virgil refuses to let him shoulder that alone.
Virgil loves his brothers with every single drop of Tracy blood in his veins, and he isn't afraid to show it by any means necessary.
But he's so, so tired.
Not of loving them - never that - but there's something so lonely and sad about this feeling and he’s exhausted by it and terrified of it and it all just hurts.
*
“There’s nothing wrong with him,” says John hesitantly, and Scott looks sharply at his younger brother across their father’s desk. “Don’t try and tell me this is fine, John,”
"I know it's not fine," snaps John, “but I’m telling you that physically, he’s fine. A few bruises, but nothing some rest won’t fix.”
Scott begins to pace, frustration thrumming through his body. “He’s not eating properly,” He runs his hand through prematurely greying hairs in a motion learned from his father. “He’s just not Virgil.”
“I know.”
“I haven’t seen him paint or play piano in weeks, hell he isn’t even trying to get me to talk about my feelings. He’s alone all the time, constantly tired...”
“I know.”
“I just - are you sure? Nothing cracked at all? No signs of-”
“I had Brains run three separate scans, Scott. I’ve checked the results myself.”
“Could it be a concussion of some kind? He took a pretty big beating in Gen-”
“Scott. For God’s sake, listen. Physically, he’s fine.”
Scott stares at him, wishing not for the first time that the cogs of his brain moved at the same velocity as John’s. “Physically… so you’re saying this isn’t a physical thing?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Scott swallows - this is okay, unexpected, but he can recalibrate and work out what it is that Virgil needs, this is fine. “So it’s a mental thing.”
John smiles in spite of the gravity of the situation. “I don’t think that’s the correct term, but yes, I believe so.”
“What specifically?”
“I’m not a doctor, Scott. Virg’s the one with medical training.”
“Yes, but he’s not telling us anything.” Scott stares at John, fear clawing at his throat, at the thought of his brother - his best friend - hurting so much and yet seemingly unable to voice it. “What do I -” his voice cracks and he clears his throat hurriedly. “What do I do?”
“This isn’t all on you, Scott,” John says, his turn to be sharp now. “He’s my brother too.”
Scott takes a deep breath; the weight of his one thousand responsibilities have never felt so heavy on his shoulders, and yet, they may as well be feathers for how unimportant they are compared to this bombshell. But. John’s eyes reflect his own concern, but there’s a determination in the set of his jaw Scott has come to rely upon - his younger brother has never met a problem he couldn’t solve.
“Fine. What do we do?”
“I… I’m working on it.”
“John. This isn’t all on you.”
“Yeah yeah, Kettle.” John rubs his eyes. “EOS and I are researching. There’s a lot out there and because he won’t tell us how he feels, I don’t - I don’t know if we should get him a therapist like Gordon had or meds like me or… I don’t know what. And our lives aren’t exactly normal, so it’s hard to say what will actually help.”
EOS pipes up, her lights dancing somewhere between turquoise and green (Virgil would know what to call that): “The recurring theme across research is ‘being there’ for the patient. A strange concept since humans are so limited by their physical forms.”
John smiles again, but it’s strained. “I’ll explain later, EOS. But it’s like how Virgil always checks in with me after a bad day.”
The words bring a lump to Scott’s throat that he can’t explain.
“I see. So, you need to ‘check in’ with him now?” EOS asks.
“Something like that.” John catches Scott’s eye again. “Normalcy is also good. Being active.”
“So I shouldn’t ground him?” Scott says, though the thought of Virgil piloting his ship in a poor mental state terrifies him. He’s not afraid of his brother’s skill - that has never been in question - but how is he supposed to protect him from something none of them can even see?
“I don’t know.” John says it like it’s physically painful - perhaps it is, John is always loathe to admit lack of knowledge on a topic. “Maybe not? Though I don’t want him flying a ship if he’s feeling like, well -”
Scott slumps back into his father’s chair - his chair now. “Exactly. I don’t know what to do, John.”
“Me neither.” Uttered quietly. Helplessly.
Scott hates this.
Silence stretches between them - uncomfortable, worried tension that neither of them know how to handle.
Eventually, John sighs, “I should go, Scott. Duty calls and all that.”
“John…” His brother pauses in reaching to cut the commline. “You - he’d tell us if he was feeling really bad, right? This is Virgil we’re talking about. He loves all that feelings stuff.”
“Yeah. Yes.”
But John’s voice is laced with an uncertainty that curdles the worry in Scott’s stomach.
*
Virgil's not sure exactly how long it's been but it must be weeks and he's losing his fucking mind.
Every day is the same and it’s all one neverending nightmare.
With the morning birdsong, he locks himself in his rooms and sleeps - or at least tries to, because it doesn't count as sleep when he wakes even more tired. He rejects his brothers' concern and ignores the trays of food Grandma has taken to leaving outside his door.
Where he's able to, Virgil still attempts to check in with them all after difficult rescues, still tries to fulfill his role as resident caregiver, but it's becoming increasingly hard to field their nagging questions.
He almost caves, when Alan slopes into his room and practically begs him to tell them what's wrong. His brother's wide blue eyes are a weapon all of their own, and it takes all of Virgil's resolve to shrug his worries off. He steeps in self-loathing for hours at the hurt in Alan's eyes.
Virgil doesn't understand why it's so hard to say the words out loud. For someone who has always championed self care and mental well-being, this inability to communicate his own suffering is as unexpected as it is unmanageable. He doesn't know where it's come from, nor how he's going to fix it; all he knows is that he cannot bear Scott's judgement, John's worry, Gordon's probing, Alan's disappointment -
It's too much.
It's all too much.
And he despises himself for that.
*
He endures John’s insistence he has a physical - and a second and third when the results are inevitably fine. He allows Scott’s anxious hovering as he answers Brains’ questions without complaint - another wrinkle to add to his brother’s worry lines, but he doesn’t have the energy to fight it.
For some reason, the medical proof that he is, in fact, fine, is damning. At least if there were some physical cause for his current state, he thinks it would be easier to bear (easier rather than fine, because he’s Virgil goddamn Tracy with a mile-wide stubborn streak) but instead he’s just falling apart with a single good reason.
(He hates himself for it).
*
Scott watches his brother brush past his piano like he doesn’t even notice it’s there, flinch from the sunlight like it burns him, grow skinnier and more hunched beneath those tatty plaid shirts, and his heart aches.
If their positions were reversed, Virgil would know what to do. Virgil knows Scott better than he knows himself, would have probably been able to resolve this before it even started.
But Scott isn’t Virgil - he cannot untangle emotions and comfort weary souls like his brother can.
He doesn’t know what to do with this shell of a man.
Scott spends what little time he has researching, learning, planning, but nothing he tries seems to help at all. Each time he broaches the topic of having someone to talk to with Virgil, his brother simply shuts down. He whines and begs Virgil to play him something but Virgil just sits before the piano, working on muscle memory alone. He stares at the medical reports until they blur and fade into restless sleep.
But he loves his brother just as fiercely as Virgil does him, and so it’s in sheer desperation that he tells John Virgil is back on duty. His brother blinks, schools surprise into an unreadable calm, and Scott feels the need to justify himself.
“I just - maybe giving him a sense of purpose will help. Some structure back, you know?”
“Sure, Scott,” John says, though his tone is anything but.
*
Scott’s announcement that he’s back on duty is a surprise to Virgil. His brother goes from you're not flying Two again until you're fit to, and you're not fit to until you goddamn talk to me to we need Two, now, Virg practically overnight. Alan and Gordon exchange similar looks of confusion, and Virgil is doubly aware of what a burden he has been to them all.
In Scott’s defense, they do need Two - and all of the ‘Birds to be honest.
Virgil pushes through the foggy exhaustion that has become his waking state, and drops into his chute like he’s never been gone. By the time he’s adjusting his uniform, the fog has cleared a little, and when he’s settled in the pilot’s chair - his chair - he feels better than he has in weeks. Gordon flops down beside him, feet somehow already propped on the dash, and Virgil shoves them off automatically.
He feels alive.
Rescues help. For all the pressure and pain they bring, rescues give him a purpose. Even though rescues drove him to - no. Virgil doesn’t want to think about that now. All he knows is that without rescues - well. Actually, Virgil doesn't want to think about that option either.
It’s been a while since he’s flown his ‘Bird, but she’s the same reliable dream she always is (a little worse for wear in her left thruster perhaps, from Gordon’s overeager antics, but nothing some tinkering won’t fix later. The fact that he is even interested in tinkering speaks volumes). The thrum of Two’s engines is practically medicinal and he revels in being able to breathe freely, think clearly - it’s been so, so long.
The journey to the rescue zone is quiet, updates from John and occasional witticisms from Gordon are background noise to the beloved sound of Two responding to his lightest touch. Alan and Scott - speed junkies till they die - are far enough ahead of them that Virgil and Gordon exchange their usual eye rolling at Alan’s antics (“and the youngest Tracy takes the lead, a swift manoeuvre from Mr Alan Tracy proving once and for all that he is the true champ- hey, that’s not fair-“) and for a minute, it’s like none of the last few weeks had happened.
Gordon bounces out of his seat as they begin their descent, practically vibrating with adrenaline as he dashes to his own ‘Bird. Virgil drops Pod 4 with a grin at Gordon’s whoop, catches a glimpse of sunshine yellow cutting through murky water, before sweeping round into landing beside Alan’s rocket.
In spite of the carnage around the Thunderbirds, Virgil feels the adrenaline stirring in his own chest, because finally, something he knows how to do, how to help, how to fix.
It's an earthquake, the second one in this area in as many months. The hastily-reconstructed housing never stood a chance against tremors that tickled six on the Richter scale. In places the ground has cracked in two, dark zigzagging lines snaking across the desolate landscape. Piles of rubble, pools of dirty water, clouds of dust, and among them, people staggering hopelessly through the remnants of their houses.
Families who have already lost everything are once again homeless. Virgil’s heart aches at the injustice of it all.
International Rescue's task is simple, in theory. Virgil and Alan are to get the survivors out from the rubble nearest the epicentre, whilst Gordon takes Four up to the dam and assesses the damage done to the wall’s defences. Scott will be assisting with rescues from the sinkhole on the edge of the town - the result of overtaxing the land and the force of nature. And John, of course, as their ever-seeing eye in the sky. Simple.
As simple as it can be when you’re surrounded by desperate people and their frantic hopes that you’ll save their loved ones. A quick word with Alan and Virgil dons his exo-suit, grimacing a little at the familiar weight of the Jaws of Life on his limbs. He’s reluctant to use the Mole given that it is likely bodies will be distributed at different depths in the wreckage - and Jesus, what a bleak thought that is.
Alan begins tackling the top layers of rubble, using a combination of grappling hooks and jet blasters to clear the smaller chunks of rock, wood and dust from the area. Watching Alan work so efficiently and professionally sends a jolt of pride through Virgil’s chest; in many ways, Alan is and always will be their baby brother, but at times like this, it’s impossible to deny the man he is becoming.
Whilst Gordon is Virgil’s usual partner on rescues, Alan is equally capable and hard-working, and between them and John’s careful scans, they begin locating some of the missing. Something loosens in Virgil’s chest at the sight of the first dust-streaked hand reaching towards them through the rocks - bruised, filthy, but unmistakably alive. As much as he tries to avoid superstition on rescues, beginning with a corpse is never a good omen.
(Of course, this isn’t to say they don’t find bodies. A mother wrapped around her child, body misshapen from the weight of the rocks. An unrecognisable man, head bashed to a pulp - Virgil sends Alan to get some water at that point, nausea making them both shaky).
As is always the way, human kindness prevails, and soon the local people are involved in the rescue efforts. Virgil knows from experience that it’s best not to fight it, but he asks in a broken attempt at their language (that John then delivers flawlessly) that they stay away from the more dangerous sites.
As if it’s not all one big danger site.
Still. He’s busy and sweating and focused, and there is no time for self-loathing or guilt in his head at the moment. His arms are aching a couple of hours in, but he keeps going - has to keep going - because there are more people who need him and he needs this. It feels like it takes an age to clear just the stretch of what was once a row of houses, but once they have, Alan and Virgil barely stop for a rest before moving to the next place they are needed.
Virgil forces Alan to eat an energy bar, watching closely despite Alan’s glares to ensure it all goes down, but can’t bring himself to have more than a few bites of his own.
Eventually, God knows how many hours later but late enough that there is but a slither of sun left on the horizon, John’s murmurs of heartbeats in the rubble grow further and further apart, and the number of bodies only continues to rise. Things deteriorate further with the aftershocks that rip through the land and Virgil clings to the person he’s in the middle of rescuing, willing them not to slip from his shaking grip.
(He manages, just, though they have gone ragdoll limp by the time the earth resettles).
(But he keeps going).
Gordon has come to join them, tired but satisfied that reinforcements are in place, and Virgil smiles like it’s normal for him, claps him on the shoulder. “Good job, Gords.”
The grin he gets in return is a little bemused but bright and Virgil feels alive.
*
The sky is velvety black now, tiny pinpricks of silver piercing it, and up there, one of those lights is his brother. Even with Two’s floodlighting, Virgil has to squint now to see what he’s shifting, his arms are leaden, and his head aches with dehydration. The end is in sight though; as brutal as it is to admit it from this point on, they will mainly be pulling bodies, and despite Scott’s insistence that International Rescue will continue their efforts, the local authority is equally stubborn that their crews can take it from here.
(Virgil hears a mutinous, “fat lot of good that did last time,” muttered into Scott’s comm and can’t help but agree).
He sighs, pauses for a second to stretch his muscles, and taps his own comms.
"John, status update?"
"Two more life signs in the vicinity. To your left. Signal's faint… are they beneath that building?"
'Building' is a generous word for the structure that John has identified. Its stone walls are cracked from ground to roof, angry black tears through stone that has started to crumble. In places, the rock has already given way, revealing open sky and starlight through the gaps. It’s been reinforced with wooden shafts, which are crippled under the strain. The building is practically swaying in the breeze: a Jenga stack one block from collapse.
“Building integrity?” Virgil asks, though Virgil the Engineer is already running calculations on structural integrity and coming up with big flashing red NOs. Not even with the proper equipment - there isn’t enough of a structure to even hold onto, let alone hold up.
No way in hell is Alan going in there. Nor Gordon.
But someone has to.
“No way,” John says sharply, just as Virgil knew he would, but he’s already moving, squeezing through the space where a window once was. “Virgil - Virgil, no - at least wait for backup-”
Virgil swipes the connection away - he’ll pay for it later, but for now, he needs to focus and John’s audible yet uncharacteristic panic isn’t conducive to this.
It’s even darker inside, and Virgil makes a mental note to thank Brains for installing the headtorch in the suit. Eerie shadows bounce off the walls but at least he can see where the stairs have semi-collapsed against an internal wall - where the two victims must be buried.
“Hello?” Virgil tries, picking his way through the damage as best as he can in the gloom. “Can anyone hear me?”
There’s a pause, and then - unmistakably - a sob. A stream of words in a foreign tongue, far too quick for Virgil to understand, but he knows the universal language of fear and he moves.
He grunts as he begins shifting rocks. “I’m Virgil, I’m with International Rescue. I’m going to get you out.” He repeats it in a clunky version of their language, and gets a further panicked babble.
John appears again as he spots the leg of one of the victims - torn trousers and tiny feet, a child - and he does not look impressed. “Firstly, Virgil, what the fuck? Second, Scott is on his way and he will kill you for not waiting for backup-”
“We might not have time for that, John,” Virgil pants, shoving slab of the wall away. It has uncovered the whole lower body of the child and it’s a sharp twist in Virgil’s chest to see the duck patterns so dirty and ruined.
John pinches the bridge of his nose and breaths out noisily. “This is incredibly dangerous, Virgil.”
“So let me do my job and get out of here,” Virgil snaps back, and John recoils. Virgil regrets the words the second they leave his mouth - he’s tired and dehydrated and stressed and he didn’t mean it, of course he didn’t - but John’s already gone blank with carefully-concealed hurt.
Virgil hates when he does this.
“John, I-”
“Don’t, Virgil. Do your damn job.”
As John closes the connection, Virgil swallows down his guilt and focuses on the task at hand. There will be time to make it up to his brother later.
They’re both children, it turns out, wrapped up in each other’s arms, tear stains tracking their cheeks, and scared shitless, but alive. The boy has a head wound that’s bleeding sluggishly and the girl is cradling her arm protectively, but it’s okay, Virgil got them out, they’re going to be okay.
“I’m Virgil,” he tells them, kneeling before them and tapping his chest. “What are your names?”
“Faroqh,” the girl says, pointing at the boy and then at herself. “Leila.” She adds something on the end - a plea, he thinks, though it’s too quick to catch anything.
“I’m going to get you out,” Virgil says, keeping his voice calm and soothing. He holds out his hands and the boy reaches for it, scrubbing at his eyes.
John pops up again and the girl leaps back in shock. “Virgil - get out, aftershocks incoming, get out-”
The ground is already moving beneath them, juddering, groaning, and Virgil seizes the boy, scooping him against his chest, tries to reach for the girl through the clouds of dust rising -
Quiet.
For a split second, he thinks they’ve escaped it.
And then it all goes wrong.
The ceiling caves first, then the walls, collapsing inwards like dominoes. There’s no time to think, Virgil just reacts, throwing himself blindly in the direction of the girl, cushioning both children as best he can against himself as the rocks rain down.
In his mind, he’s vaguely aware that this is more of a Scott-move than a Virgil-move. Scott is the one who’ll fling himself into danger without a second thought, if it means someone else gets theirs.
And yet, here he is.
Even with the suit, it hurts. Jagged lumps crash into his back, pelt his already aching arms, bash his head further into the rocks.
It doesn’t matter, he doesn’t care, just let them live, take him instead -
(Wait, what-?)
He doesn’t remember losing consciousness, but the next thing he can recall is a ringing in his ears and the realisation that the ground around them is still.
“Virgil, get out of there!” John’s voice cuts across his comms, and Virgil opens his eyes.
“Faroqh?” he murmurs. “Leila?”
He feels one of them say something in his chest, senses slowly coming back online. Unfortunately, the fact that every single part of his body is in agony also makes itself known, and Virgil groans, shifting against the weight on his back.
“Virgil? Jesus, Virgil, talk to me. Scott - do you have eyes on him?”
“Almost,” Scott’s voice is tight with poorly-concealed anger and concern. “Virgil, do you copy?”
“Y- yeah,” Virgil manages, then coughs harshly.
“Status?”
“I think - I think they’re both fine. One is definitely c-conscious.”
There’s a pause and then Scott says, even more tightly. “And you?”
“Nothing broken I don’t think.”
“You’re a fucking idiot,” Scott says grimly.
Virgil closes his eyes again, because he’s so tired and he doesn’t have the energy for Scott’s hypocritical bullshit right now, but he must have lost more time because the next thing he knows, the weight on his back has lifted and strong arms are dragging him upwards.
His older brother is there, eyes a battleground between worry, fury and yet more worry. Virgil loosens his grip on the children, looking up at Scott. “Scott, I had to, they’re just kids-”
Faroqh stifles a cry and Scott’s eyes snap to him. “Give them to me.”
“I just - can you - Leila wasn’t speaking - is she-?”
Scott presses his fingers to her throat and there’s an agonising pause. “She has a pulse.”
“Thank God,” Virgil murmurs, slumping back and releasing his grip on the children.
“Thank God?” Scott repeats incredulously. “Virg - I don’t - I -”
“Don’t do this now, Scott,” John’s voice is quiet but authoritative. “Wait for me, please.”
Scott closes his eyes briefly. “Deal,” he mutters, and then picks up Leila’s body, stretching his other hand out to Faroqh. “I’m going to take these two out to Gordon and Alan. And then I’m coming back for you. Don’t you dare move.”
Faroqh accepts Scott’s hand but looks anxiously at Virgil, who does his best to smile encouragingly.
And then Scott is gone and Virgil is alone in the mess he’s created.
The weight of realisation comes crashing down around him, even harder than the building fell, and it’s a punch to his already fragile ribs. He does his best to focus on breathing rather than the swell of shame and self-loathing that’s ballooning in his chest because he really fucked this up. Virgil can feel his control beginning to slip and digs his fingers into the bruises on his legs. The pain grounds him momentarily, but only leaves him emptier when he stops. And so he only stops when Scott’s silhouette fills the entrance once more.
As Scott approaches, furious concern has him practically vibrating with emotion. Virgil takes a deep breath, choking down his own self-loathing for now, accepts the hand up and staggers into his brother’s side as the pain hits him in full. He may not have broken anything but his entire body feels like it’s been used as a punchbag and it hurts.
Scott’s grip tightens around his waist and the worry intensifies. “Can you make it out?”
“Yeah,” Virgil says. (Probably is more honest).
Leaning heavily into Scott, they make their painfully slow way to the door, out to where a pair of anxiously-hovering brothers are waiting for them.
Alan barely restrains himself from lunging at Virgil, eyes overly bright. “Virg - are - are you okay?”
“Fine, Allie,” Virgil says, pointedly ignoring Scott’s irritable snort of disbelief.
Gordon’s expression is caught between relief, worry and anger, but the former wins over and he hurries to Virgil’s other side. “What were you thinking, Virg? Going in without backup?”
“Not now, Gords, I promised John we’d wait for him. Let’s just get this moron home first.”
Virgil’s mind is struggling to compute the words whilst also concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. “Wait - John’s coming.”
“Yup.” Scott’s mouth is so thin it’s a grim slash.
Well, shit.
*
“You’re not flying home. No fucking way.”
“She’s my ship.”
“I. Don’t. Care. You just got injured and you’re not fit to fly.”
“Scott, it’s just bruising-”
“And a probable concussion,” chimes in Gordon, standing his ground when Virgil shoots a glare at him.
“You’re not flying and that’s an order.”
It’s not often that Scott pulls rank on him - it’s a cold day in hell when he has to - and it’s the shock of it that causes Virgil to spit “yes, Commander” with such venom. He loathes himself for the hurt he knows will be in Scott’s eyes but stalks to the passenger seat without meeting his gaze. Scott watches him for another few seconds and the stare burns right down to Virgil’s soul, scorching across his anger and burrowing right into his guilt.
But he still can’t meet his brother’s eyes.
Scott turns, leaves and Virgil sags in his seat. He doesn’t say a word whilst Gordon starts Two’s engines, not even when he revs a little harder than is necessary. He can’t bring himself to answer a single one of Gordon’s attempts at humour and eventually, Gordon lapses into silence too.
Virgil’s head is in turmoil and his chest is heavy - heavier than it’s ever been. There’s a mounting dread about the screaming match he’s about to have with his brothers (because he knows it’s coming). Guilt and shame over what he put his brothers through with his antics (because that haunted look is back in Scott’s eyes and Virgil hates that he put it there) battling a self-righteous assurance that he did the right thing in rescuing those kids. Embarrassment that he fucked up the one thing he thought he could do. Gnawing anxiety over nothing he can place specifically but it’s there and it’s overwhelming. Misery that he failed, yet again, sending him straight back to the pit he’d been stuck in before all of this happened.
Above everything though, spreading insidious arms and draping its poisonous cloak over all, is an exhaustion so intense and so absolute that Virgil does not want to exist.
(God, he’s so tired).
*
In the infirmary, Scott helps Virgil out of the exo suit at last, sucking in sharp breaths at the sight of his brother’s skin mottled purples and blues.
(“Jesus fucking Christ, Virg”).
Scott is as gentle as possible whilst checking for cracked bones and yet Virgil still has to grit his teeth not to wince at his touch. Eventually, Scott seems satisfied with his findings - as satisfied as it’s possible to be when his younger brother looks like a messy oil painting of angry bruising - and allows Virgil back into a sitting position to run through some mental exercises.
It’s as Virgil is answering Scott’s questions without complaint that John bursts through the doors, heading straight for Virgil like a missile.
John grabs him by the shoulders and shakes, uncharacteristic panic blazing in his eyes. "What the hell, Virgil? It's never you! You're supposed to be the one I can trust not to pull stupid shit!”
“Johnny, you - you shouldn’t be up yet,” Virgil says weakly, “gravity-”
“No, you don’t get to tell me to take care of myself right now-”
“Less of the shaking please, John,” Scott cuts in. He’s taken a step back, arms folded.
John nods, releasing Virgil apologetically, but the verbal assault continues. “What were you thinking? No, scratch that, you obviously weren’t thinking at all.” In contrast to Scott’s, John’s anger is quiet. Virgil would rather be shouted over by Scott than reprimanded by John any day; John knew exactly how to let you know that you had disappointed him.
Virgil takes a deep breath in spite of this. “I was thinking that there were two people who needed to be saved.”
“Are you being serious? That’s your excuse for going in alone, without telling anyone where you were going or waiting for backup? That aftershock could have killed you, Virg.” John’s voice trembles and he swallows viciously. “For a moment, I was so afraid it had.”
There’s a pause, in which the guilt might swallow Virgil whole, chew him up, spit out his bloody remains before his brothers. There’s nothing he can say but Scott and John look so expectant that he feels compelled to justify himself.
“I didn’t know there would be an aftershock.”
“That’s not the point, Virgil, and you know it!” Scott explodes. “You didn’t tell us what you were doing, you had nobody watching your back-”
“They were children. They were children and they needed me.”
“We need you.”
“Stop acting like you wouldn’t have done the same, Scott!” Virgil doesn’t know when they started shouting but now he can’t stop. “Don’t act like you haven’t pulled this shit on me a hundred times! Stop being such a goddamn hypocrite-”
“It’s not the same, Virgil. It’s just not.”
“Oh sure, because you’re Scott Tracy, you get to do whatever you like, fuck the consequences-”
“Because I have you watching my back,” Scott yells.
It all goes very quiet and Virgil’s mind is blank.
“What?” he whispers.
Scott looks physically pained, forcing his answer out like pulling glass from a wound. “I’m not saying it’s fair or right, Virg. But I know that whatever stupid thing I do, I have you stopping me from going too far. Pulling me out when it goes wrong. And I know it puts too much pressure on you, and I am sorry for that - I am. But what you did today - you didn’t let us help you. You didn’t let me help you.”
(This is about more than just today and Virgil can feel it in every exhausted cell of his body but fuck, he doesn’t have the energy to hash that out now. He just wants to go to bed and sleep and sleep (and never wake up?)).
John speaks up now, holding Virgil’s gaze with the same anger, only it’s not really anger, Virgil realises. It’s love, marred by fear and stress. “Going into that situation without backup was suicide, Virg.”
A pause.
“I’m not - you don’t think that I’m -” Virgil splutters, though he doesn’t know if the denial is more for his benefit or theirs. They’re wrong, he’s sure of it, they have to be wrong.
“We - we know there’s something going on with you,” John says, glancing at Scott. “And - and after today, we’re even more worried.”
“We care about you, Virg.” Scott’s eyes are wide, pleading. “Why won’t you let us help you?”
(Because I despise every single thing about myself, but most of all how much I’m burdening you all. Because you deserve better than my weakness. Because it’s not worth it).
(He says none of that, obviously. Even if he wanted to, his throat has gone dry and his brain seems to be stuck on John’s words like a scratched record).
He needs to get out.
The realisation sucks all the air from his lungs.
Anxiety rising so fast he thinks he might be sick, Virgil stands. “I - I can’t -” (breathe)-
Shove past Scott and John who are looking at him with such lost expressions Virgil can’t bear it. Inhale around the tightening band of guilt and panic-
Almost at the door and they haven’t tried to stop him - he’s not sure why this hurts more than their protests would have. Exhale and feel lungs constrict even further-
He makes it to the door, and now, exit strategy in his grasp, he can breathe. He stops, one hand on the doorframe and half-turns. Scott’s eyes take on a hopeful gleam and Virgil feels terrible for being the one to stamp that out. “They were children. Tell me you wouldn’t have done the same.”
He doesn’t wait for a response, stumbling on autopilot back to his room, sinks down into his duvet and succumbs at last to the panic attack.
When it’s done - for now, at least - he lies in his own sweat and taut muscles, drained in every sense of the word.
What the fuck is he doing?
Virgil doesn’t understand why he’s pushing away all the people who love him, nor why the thought of exposing this ugly, aching part of himself to them is utterly unbearable. Existing like this - so miserably and shamefully - is unbearable and he can’t face it anymore. He wants to cry. His chest aches with it and yet he can’t even muster the energy to do that.
Instead he lies there for hours, mind racing with reminders of his uselessness, body aching from his failings, soul longing for an endless sleep.
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Child pls… I’m gonna put these under a cut because holy shit that’s a lot of questions and I’m not flooding anyone’s dashes (forgive any typos pls. It’s late for me)
1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?
That would be you, so nah bro
2. You talked to an ex today, correct?
Fuck no
3. Have you taken someone’s virginity?
I think so? I was told yes but I don’t know if that was true or not
4. Is trust a big issue for you?
Sometimes, but it depends on the situation
5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?
Nope
6. What are you excited for?
Right now probably my next skating day
7. What happened tonight?
I shut myself in my room and watched vine compilations while fighting with a drawing and then decided I deserved alcohol and snuck into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. And got harassed by my cat because she’s ridiculous
8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?
I guess it depends on what happens when they get really wasted? I’m usually the one drunk and don’t remember a lot so I couldn’t say
9. Is confidence cute?
In the right situation yea, but not if the person is being cocky and rude
10. What is the last beverage you had?
I’m switching between a white wine and water because the wine isn’t cold and keeps drying out my mouth
11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?
Maybe 3 max?
12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?
Yup
13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?
If I can’t make it to skating probably just watch YouTube and draw
14. What are you going to spend money on next?
It honestly depends when I end up getting a job, but I do need more wood panels for mosaics so probably those
15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?
Nope
16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?
I fucking hope so
17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?
You tbh
18. The last time you felt broken?
Probably within the last week? It was recent and it’s been a shitty week so
19. Have you had sex today?
Nah mate
20. Are you starting to realize anything?
Not really? I’ve been trying to keep busy with things so I can’t think of anything
21. Are you in a good mood?
I’d say a decent one
22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?
If it was totally safe and controlled then yea sure
23. Are your eyes the same colour as your dad’s?
No, mine are a really dark brown and his are hazel
24. What do you want right this second?
Probably some motivation tbh. Or a pita
25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?
I’m not interested in/looking for anyone right now so it wouldn’t matter?
26. Is your current hair colour your natural hair colour?
Partially. I still haven’t cut off the bleached bits yet. I really should
27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?
Depends on their other qualities. I’m not totally in touch with emotions so something could make me laugh one day and not the next
28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?
My cat shoving her paw under my door because she heard me quietly singing
29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?
Not really? Like I miss you but I usually do so?
30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?
It depends on what they did/want a second chance about
31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?
It was my brother so no not really
32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?
I don’t have feelings for anyone right now, I’m trying to figure myself out before I worry about that
33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?
I haven’t been drinking it a lot because I’m actually kind of taking care of myself and paying attention to a diet lately
34. Listening to?
Waltz Op. 64 No. 2- Chopin (because it’s in the ost playlist for a fanfic I like)
35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?
I do in sketchbooks or randomly on my walls if I don’t have paper or my phone
36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?
I don’t know who the last person I kissed is so no?
37. Do you believe in love at first sight?
Not really. It seems like it’s more based on appearance than anything
38. Who did you last call?
I think you?
39. Who was the last person you danced with?
Definitely you, we were dancing in the car a bit ago
40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?
I’m not sure since I don’t know who it was
41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?
Oh god probably some time last fall?
42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?
Yup
43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?
I’ve embarrassed myself in front of a crush more times than I haven’t
44. Do you tan in the nude?
I don’t tan at all if I can help it
45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?
I don’t think so, I think I was done bitching about sai a couple hours before I actually fell asleep
47. Who was the last person to call you?
I think my mum… She decided she needed to call me instead of texting me and scared me because my ringer was on
48. Do you sing in the shower?
Really quietly because there’s always someone here but yea. It’s honestly more of a performance tbh
49. Do you dance in the car?
Not wildly, but it depends on the song
50. Ever used a bow and arrow?
Yup. You need to remind me to let you try mine btw
51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?
At last year’s Lions convention I think
52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?
Sometimes, but they’re nice
53. Is Christmas stressful?
Hell yea it is. I have more than one house to get ready for Christmas
54. Ever eat a pierogi?
I literally had those for supper tonight… One of my favourite things tbh
55. Favourite type of fruit pie?
I don’t like fruit pie all that much but I don’t dislike apple pie as much. As long as it’s drowning in caramel and warm
56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
The only ones I definitely remember are figure skater, astronaut, astronomer, and palaeontologist
57. Do you believe in ghosts?
Oh yea
58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
Literally more often than not I do
59. Take a vitamin daily?
No but I should be
60. Wear slippers?
Usually only if I’m sick
61. Wear a bath robe?
Not often tbh
62. What do you wear to bed?
Sometimes the clothes from that day, but usually boxers and a shirt or nothing, depends how much I can get off
63. First concert?
I’ve never been to one oops
64. Wal-Mart, Target, or Kmart?
Target was always the best when I was in the states for competitions but I haven’t been in ages so Wal-Mart I guess?
65. Nike or Adidas?
Nike because I like the name more. I don’t even really know what these brands make
66. Cheetos or Fritos?
Cheetossss. That’s how I corral my little cousins
67. Peanuts or sunflower seeds?
Sunflower seeds if they’re not too much work
68. Favourite Taylor Swift song?
Bad Blood or Shake it Off
69. Ever take dance lessons?
I took ballet and tap when I was younger. I was kind of thinking about starting ballet again because I like it and it’ll help with skating
70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?
Nope, I don’t even entirely know what I’ll be doing
71. Can you curl your tongue?
I can now. I couldn’t until I was like, 13 for some reason
72. Ever won a spelling bee?
Never been in one
73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?
My cat touched my nose with her paw and closed her eyes and purred the other day so yea
74. What is your favourite book?
I guess Dragon Rider by Cornelia Funke because I always go back to it and it doesn’t get boring to me. I feel so bad because my favourites are definitely Harry Potter or Artemis Fowl but not a specific one, just the entire series really
75. Do you study better with or without music?
I never studied at all because that was always a guarantee that I’d screw up the test/exam
76. Regularly burn incense?
I wish, but my mum gets huge headaches from smells
77. Ever been in love?
More than I’d like to admit or think about tbh
78. Who would you like to see in concert?
Maybe Panic! at the Disco, but I’ve heard that the tour Adam Lambert has been doing with Queen is good too. And it’s Adam
79. What was the last concert you saw?
I’ve never been to one
80. Hot tea or cold tea?
Hot tea
81. Tea or coffee?
Usually I’d prefer tea but sometimes I need the higher boost from coffee
82. Favourite type of cookie?
I really like these double chocolate ones my grandma makes. They’re so bad for you but they taste really nice and they’re super soft and gooey
83. Can you swim well?
I think pretty decently, but it’s not impressive or anything. I don’t like being in the water anyway
84.Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?
Yup. But I have to hold my nose if I’m diving into water because of my piercing
85. Are you patient?
It depends what I’m supposed to be patient about but usually I am
86. DJ or band at a wedding?
DJ, they usually have a nicer music selection
87. Ever won a contest?
Competition yes, but I’m not sure about a contest
88. Ever have plastic surgery?
Nope
89. Which are better, black or green olives?
I just got back onto olives and I only had green ones so I’ll say those
90. Opinions on sex before marriage?
It’s fine as long as you’re careful. I’d be such a hypocrite if I said something against it omg
91. Best room for a fireplace?
Family/living room. Or a study
92. Do you want to get married?
It’s not off the table, but I’m not overly concerned about it at this point
I hope you appreciate that this took me 2 hours man I’m dying
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