#arguably it would be good to do a reset of it all to clean stuff out

[mezzmerizd]

Oh my fucking god i just realised that if i switch to a new phone literally ALL of my writing will be gone,,,

^^^ uses samsung notes like a goddamn lunatic

[gravitywonagain]

Rentals

Sometimes, you’re actually pulling a shift in Rentals...

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“Wei Ying, you know Song Lan, right?”

Mianmian finds him as he’s about to change into his snow pants. She walks right into the room, effectively stopping him from shucking off his jeans. He’s not shy, necessarily, it just seems polite to wait. 

“Yeah! His husband and my mom were good friends.”

That’s putting it extremely mildly, but Xiao Xingchen is somewhat of a celebrity in the community, so Wei Ying tries not to name-drop him too much. In truth, Xiao Xingchen is Wei Ying’s uncle and he’s definitely spent a not-insignificant amount of time with the man, the myth, the legend. It was actually a bit of a toss up whether he went to live with them or the Jiangs. The Jiangs won out for stability reasons. Xiao Xingchen still travels a lot, filming and hunting the best snow. It would have made raising a teenager difficult.

“Great. Can you take a shift in Rentals, today? He’s really short on people and we’re,” she gestures vaguely toward the main room that is absolutely crawling with instructors waiting for assignments, “not.”

Ah. Wei Ying rebuckles his belt around his jeans and starts shoving his snow pants back into his bag. He reaches for his Chucks. 

“Sure. I know all the forms and stuff.”

“He’s probably going to have you tech-ing skis.”

“I can do that, too.”

“Okay.” Mianmian sounds weirdly relieved as she reaches into his bag, “Here, put on your vest, and go find him.”

Wei Ying takes it and salutes with a grin, “Yes, ma’am!”

“Stop that.”

-

Seeing Song Lan at work is still a little bit weird. He’s Uncle Song. He makes terrible jokes and loves his husband and sneaks Wei Ying beer while Wei Ying’s dad isn’t looking. He floats on powder and hates cameras and taught Wei Ying how to put skins on his splitboard. He doesn’t… wear a vest and khakis and help tourists size ski boots. Except that he does. It’s all very jarring and also probably the reason Wei Ying went to Nie Huaisang for an in to working at Cloud Recesses, rather than Song Lan who, arguably, has more pull as a department head. 

Now, he looks overwhelmed and ready to kill someone. He has that eyebrow crease that he usually reserves for snowmobilers in the backcountry. 

Wei Ying just wants to see him smile, so he pokes.

“Mr. Song,” he says, with mock deference, as he approaches. 

“Don’t you fucking start.” Song Lan’s voice is light, but just barely.

“Ah, okay.” Not the time for jokes, then. “What can I do for you, Uncle Song? You look swamped.”

“We are. You can tech and wax, right?”

“You taught me how to wax.”

“Right. Good. Go over there,” he points to a corner with a bench empty of people but absolutely full of skis, “and start working your way through that mess. Talk to Dale if you need anything. But don’t--” he pauses, clearly considering whether or not he should continue the thought. He does, “Don’t ingest anything he gives you. He doesn’t always remember which are his fun mushrooms.”

Wei Ying isn’t sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that. It’s so unexpected that it startles a laugh out of him. He recovers himself, but can’t keep from smiling at the fond exasperation in his uncle’s eyes.

“You got it, Uncle Song. I’m gonna go get fucked up and wax some skis now.”

“Yeah, yeah. Little punk.”

Laughter continues to bubble in his chest as he walks toward the precariously piled bench. First thing’s first: Make sure the leaning tower of loosely paired, sharp-edged skis doesn’t fall over and hurt someone. 

It’s an easy workflow to get into. There’s a steady stream of classic rock on the speakers and the smell of orange cleaner and wax saturated into the carpet. In this corner, away from the customers, he can just lose himself in the practiced motions and the work. 

He cleans the grease pencil marks, resets the bindings, signs off the rental forms, and places the completed skis into piles based on size. Waxing will come later and only as requested. Right now he just needs to get skis back on racks so they can be rented by new people. 

Four hours later, the pile is significantly smaller, even as it has been consistently added to, and Wei Ying is singing along to “Paradise City” under his breath. He glances up at a spot of blue and white moving in his periphery and finds Lan Zhan walking across the shop floor. 

The sleeves of Wei Ying’s thermal layer are scrunched up around his elbows as he’s wiping down a pair of skis with a dirty rag soaked in orange cleaner. There’s a grease pencil behind his ear and, he’s pretty sure, grease marks on his skin from where the tip bumps his neck sometimes. Four, maybe five, blue pens are stuck in his mess of a ponytail. He has a screwdriver between his teeth. This cannot be a good look for him. 

Lan Zhan’s face seems to disagree. 

He’s looking at Wei Ying like he wants to take him apart. Wei Ying’s hands, specifically, seem to have caught his attention, even if Wei Ying’s notice has not.

A small smile curls Wei Ying’s lips around the screwdriver and he wraps his fingers around the ski he’s holding, stretching his fingers and flexing his grip. He slows his movement, just enough, dragging the rag over the ski tip with his other hand. 

Lan Zhan’s jaw drops open. It’s not as dramatic as it sounds, a tiny parting of lips really, but for Lan Zhan, it’s exactly as dramatic as it sounds. 

Wei Ying sets the ski down on the bench and waves. He’s had enough fun and doesn’t need to make a spectacle of Lan Zhan’s apparent brain stall. Especially not while he’s surrounded by customers and staff members.

Seemingly aware that he has been caught, Lan Zhan shuts his mouth, straightens his posture, nods, and walks over. 

The screwdriver slots easily back into its home next to the vice and Wei Ying leans his hip against the bench. The rag rests back on the orange cleaner pump. 

“Lan Zhan!”

“Wei Ying.” He sounds incredibly calm for someone who was just caught staring, mouth open, in the middle of Rentals. “Did you leave Ski School?”

“You would know if I did.”

“Mn.”

“Mianmian sent me over to help with this mess,” he gestures to the actually fairly tidy array of skis around him. “I’ll be moving on to waxing soon, if you really want a show.” He says it with a smirk, but it’s also genuine. Wei Ying does not mind being the recipient of Lan Zhan’s gaze. 

Lan Zhan clears his throat against the embarrassment turning his ears pink. “Noted.”

He doesn’t seem to mind the flirting, Wei Ying is surprised and delighted to discover. He seems, in fact, to be rolling with it quite smoothly. It’s very sexy. Wei Ying is so into it. 

“I can do yours, if you want.”

Lan Zhan speaks carefully, “I can wax my own skis.” 

“Yeah,” Wei Ying says, meeting Lan Zhan’s eyes, “but isn’t it nice to have someone else do it for you now and then?”

“I believe I can see the appeal,” Lan Zhan says, holding Wei Ying’s gaze.

“Mr. Lan?”

Song Lan’s voice pulls them out of whatever moment was just happening and, from the look on his face, he knows it. Wei Ying suppresses a groan. 

Goddamnit, Uncle Song. Why are you like this? 

“Mr. Song.”

Lan Zhan is, once more, the picture of professionalism. He turns to Song Lan and, if Wei Ying hadn’t been directly involved, he would have no idea that Lan Zhan had just been doing anything more interesting than reading through spreadsheets. He certainly doesn’t look as caught as Wei Ying feels. 

“Can I help you with anything? Does Ski School need its instructor back?”

“No, no, Mr. Song. I was just checking in with him.”

“All good here,” Wei Ying says. Go away, Uncle Song, Wei Ying tries to telepathically project.

“Good to know. Wei Ying, let me know when you get to the waxing, I have a couple of priority customers for you first.” Which is Uncle Song speak for get back to work and stop trying to fuck your boss, you little punk.

“You got it.” Wei Ying, valiantly, does not roll his eyes.

Song Lan nods to them both, fixes Wei Ying with a significant glance and walks back into the main Rentals shop, taking two pairs of completed skis with him. 

He’s not subtle. Wei Ying isn’t sure whether he knows that or not, though he is sure Uncle Xiao has told him. 

Wei Ying turns back to Lan Zhan, “I guess I have work to get back to.”

“You do.”

Lan Zhan looks, for all the world, like a consummate professional and Wei Ying burns to crack that layer of ice again. He will. 

“See you later, Lan Zhan.”

“See you later, Wei Ying.”

Oh, he will. 

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Jack of All Trades

(a Fresh Powder in the Pine Trees story in three vignettes)

Sometimes when you’re working at Juniors’ Club, you’re actually doing any number of other jobs around Cloud Recesses.

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Ski Patrol

Sometimes, you’re just faster than Ski Patrol...

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“Lan Zhan!”

Wei Ying waves his free arm around, flagging down Lan Zhan who, to his credit, skis directly over to him. 

He watches Lan Zhan take in the scene as he approaches: Wei Ying, one foot strapped into his board, holding a child and their board in his arms, a small amount of blood running down the child’s leg. There is, also, an adult skier sitting nearby looking suitably chastened. Lan Zhan is smart, he’ll put it together.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan. I need you to watch my students. Take them back to JC, I’ll meet you there. I need to get this little guy to Wen Qing and that guy,” he jerks his head at the skier, ignoring the eight-year-old’s protests at being called ‘little,’ “needs to come with me.” He keeps his voice calm and light, but his face, he knows, shows his anger. 

“Can you wait for Ski Patrol?”

“Lan Zhan. There's blood on the snow and these kids are eight. No. I cannot wait for Ski Patrol.”

“Are you--”

“Lan Zhan.”

“Yes. I will meet you at Juniors’ Club.”

Thank the Heavens for Lan Zhan and his fucking serenity. Wei Ying draws on it for the briefest of moments before he moves again. He feels steadier when he does. 

“Thank you. Here,” he hands Lan Zhan the child’s snowboard, “take this, too.” 

Lan Zhan nods at him and takes it.

Wei Ying turns to the students who are all still sitting so nicely on the snow. They really are being absolutely perfect. Lan Zhan will figure out how to compensate their parents for the truncated lesson, but Wei Ying will make them all extra hot chocolate or something when he gets back to JC. 

He adjust his grip on the kid -- eight-year-olds are not light.

“Okay guys. This is Lan Zhan. He’s a skier, but he’s going to bring you guys back to the Clubhouse and hang out with you until I get back. Don’t worry, he’s super cool. You won’t even know I’m gone. Did you guys know he used to race?”

With that new distraction in place, Wei Ying shares another quick nod to Lan Zhan and skates over to the skier sitting on the snow. The man looks appropriately guilty so Wei Ying doesn’t feel the need to yell at him again. He steps his right foot into the binding -- kicking the straps out of the way with the toe of his boot, resolved to ride like he skates -- kid still in his arms, and nods.

“Come on. Let's go tell Ski Patrol what happened.”

The skier stands and follows him. He’s not quite as incompetent as he seemed when he hit Wei Ying’s student and they make it down the hill relatively quickly. 

It’s awkward as hell, snowboarding with fifty pounds of eight-year-old in his arms. His center of gravity is so off and he can’t quite gather the speed he wants, both because it’s a green run and because he can’t let the skier out of his sight. But they make it to the clinic. The skier stays with him. Everything is fine. 

-

Wen Qing yells at him for not waiting for Ski Patrol to stabilize the child’s leg before moving him. She waits until the kid is safe with his parents and the skier has been dealt with and is gone, of course, but it’s still loud. 

“It’s just a laceration, Qing-jie. Ski Patrol would have freaked out my students and taken forever to get there.”

“A-Ning would have been there as fast as he could, and you know that.”

It’s true. Wen Ning has always been Wei Ying’s friend, but for the last few months, he’s been weirdly attentive. You get a nosebleed and pass out one time and suddenly your EMT friend comes sprinting whenever you call. 

“As fast as he could is still not instantaneous.” 

“Wei Ying --”

“I’m first aid certified, Qing-jie. He’ll be okay.”

“If he has so much as a sprain…” She points a finger at him, accusatory and threatening. 

“If he has a sprain, he got it when the fucking skier hit him, not when I carried him down the mountain.”

“Okay.” Wen Qing seems mollified by this. “You’re dismissed. I want a copy of that incident report for my records.” 

“Yes, Wen-daifu.”

“Don’t put that on me,” she says, exasperated but fond. The accusatory finger is back. “You have to wait!”

She’s starting her bachelor’s degree this summer and then med school. Wei Ying is so fucking proud of her. 

-

Lan Zhan is sitting on one of the tiny benches when Wei Ying walks into the Clubhouse. It’s adorable. He does not fit at all, knees practically up to his ears. He’s surrounded by Wei Ying’s class and they’re all drawing or asking him questions or drinking hot chocolate and Wei Ying can’t help but smile at the scene. Lan Zhan, for his part, looks entirely comfortable. He has a purple mountains’ majesty crayon in his hand, poised above the paper in front of him while he answers one of the junior’s questions about rail slides on skis. 

Wei Ying absolutely does not want to disturb any of this. But, alas, it is his job that Lan Zhan is doing and, no matter how outwardly calm he looks, Lan Zhan is probably very tired of eight-year-olds and their inexhaustible curiosity. 

It’s almost time for their parents to come pick them up, anyway. Wei Ying will just sit there with them until it’s time. Maybe he’ll take them back out to the practice hill, but getting all of their gear back on sounds fucking exhausting. 

One of the kids notices him and yells out, “Wing!” effectively ending the calm. The table turns to him, big smiles on the kids’ faces, something almost soft on Lan Zhan’s. Surprisingly, nobody spills their hot chocolate. 

Lan Zhan raises an eyebrow and mouths, wing? at him, which is fair, but they’re eight and he only has them for like four hours so what are you going to do? 

“Hey guys!” Wei Ying smiles brightly at Lan Zhan and the pack of juniors. “See, I told you you wouldn’t miss me. Lan Zhan’s pretty fun, isn’t he?”

A quick survey of the various hot chocolate levels in their cups leads Wei Ying to decide to spend a little bit longer inside. He settles himself down on the bench across from Lan Zhan, straddling it and dropping his knees almost to the floor, and starts engaging with the juniors. One of the kids shows him their drawing. Another very nearly spills their hot chocolate, but Wei Ying catches it just in time. He brushes off questions about their missing classmate and steers the conversation back toward snowboarding. 

He looks up to see Lan Zhan’s eyes on him again, or maybe still, and suddenly the room is way too warm. 

“Who wants to go out to the hill and get a few more turns in?”

The kids start jumping up, excited to go back out to the snow. Wei Ying busies himself with helping them gear back up for the cold. Lan Zhan helps, too, and soon everybody is ready to go. 

On their way out the door, Wei Ying stops Lan Zhan and says, “You know you don’t have to stay with us, right? I’ve got it from here. I’m sure this isn’t how you expected to spend your afternoon.”

Lan Zhan nods, but it’s a confirmation of Wei Ying’s ability, not an agreement. “I will stay,” he says, “I need to speak with their parents anyway.”

Which is a totally valid reason and Wei Ying tries not to notice the way his stomach swooped at Lan Zhan’s easy “I will stay.”

Wei Ying leads the line of juniors out to the practice hill and gets the Magic Carpet running again. The rest of the hour passes easily: Wei Ying child wrangling and filling out report cards, Lan Zhan helping to catch kids and soothing parents’ concerns with promises of free lessons or ticket vouchers or something. 

It’s easy, working with Lan Zhan. Too easy. Wei Ying could get used to how easy this is. 

It’s a shame, really, that Lan Zhan mostly sticks to adult lessons. He’s so good with the kids. Bullying Lan Zhan into taking more JC lessons seems a bit out of Wei Ying’s self-appointed mission for this season, though. Maybe it’ll be his goal for next year. 

Next year.

Wei Ying smiles to himself at the thought before an approximation of his name pulls him back to reality and he jogs to the top of the hill to help one of the juniors clear ice out of their toe clip. 

-

“Someday you’re going to tell me how you got a bunch of eight-year-olds to sit and color for an hour,” says Wei Ying once they’re finally back inside.

“I told them it was useful for developing fine motor skills.”

Wei Ying raises an eyebrow, “And that worked?”

“I may have implied that refined fine motor skills would improve their reflexes in the terrain park.”

Wei Ying puts down the bright green vest in his hand and turns to Lan Zhan. “You told them coloring would make them better athletes?”

“I did.” 

“I… I don’t know enough about childhood athletic development to dispute it.”

There’s a hint of a smile curling Lan Zhan’s lips, “Neither do I.”

.

[Next: Hot Chocolate Machine Whisperer]

[beyondthetemples]

Horror Headcanons

✘ Have they ever committed a murder? Believe it or not, the answer to this is yes. On purpose. Because she wanted to. (Or, the part of her that was in control at the time wanted to.) This was during the period she considers to be the absolute worst time of her entire life, and she regrets it to no end. Granted, this was during DDD, and sometimes when RPing, I reset Dove's "timeline" in certain 'verses, to long before she meets the Titans, or after she's JUST met them, or before she chooses to become an active hero.

But in any default setting, in the canonical stories, and in basically any setting that has Dove beyond Azarath and outside the Tower: it's actually DEPENDENT on DDD having happened, because that remorse is what drives her to become a hero at all.

▼ What is their greatest fear? Well, giving into her demonic side, losing control, and hurting people are all among her worst fears. But, you know. DDD happened. (She's also afraid of thunder, very loud/sudden percussive noises, large dogs, and vomiting, but if she had to choose between any of those and hurting someone, she'd gladly subject herself to these terrors.)

✿ Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic? Here's the thing about having great psychic power that comes from a heritage of evil and darkness inside your own soul: Your idea of 'dark" is quite different from everyone else's. Dove trusts "dark" magic when it's being wielded by Raven, or anyone else she learns to trust. The energies and power don't bother her. (Though it might be an unnervingly intense experience the first time she's around them, she isn't afraid of the dark power itself.)

"Wicked" magic is hard to answer, because, believe me: there is no "magic" that is inherently "wicked". Even the most harmful of deeds are sometimes done with the best intentions. Morality is subjective. If something was "Wicked" in Dove's morality? She'd wonder at its impact. (If it was, say, a painful binding spell to stop somebody from terribly hurting another, she'd consider it.) But, this might be a moot point anyways, because Dove flouders terribly with magic, and would much rather have someone more qualified to perform it.

△ Name one thing from their past that they regret. Leaving her mother to die alone... but, that's only half a regret, because the alternative (being found, and possibly used, by Trigon) was much more terrible. And for the other half a regret, we can fill in DDD. (Dove's Dark Discovery, the title of the story. It can't be said that she regrets discovering how terrible the darkness in side her can really be... It was a terrible lesson, and the revelation alone was traumatizing. It's never easy, discovering the worst you're capable of... But she knows the discovery itself was necessary. She just regrets that people, animals, and children had to die, and almost herself, before she understood exactly what was happening.)

✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be? Confidence. (She's a pacifist, you can't ask a pacifist to carry a weapon. But confidence and certainty make her powers work a LOT more smoothly, strongly, and makes her a lot more capable of UTILIZING her power.)

☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to? That would depend on many, many, many things. (WHY would she have to kill them? Would she have time to prepare beforehand? Would it be able to be done from a distance? Would they KNOW it's through a method SHE can pull off skillfully? Does she have to watch them die? Is she able to be psychically numbed so she doesn't sense their pain, fear, anger, and death? Is it a mercy killing, euthanasia, or murder?)

Physically, she is capable of killing someone, definitely. Motivation, it could be found. But emotionally, it would destroy her.

☢ Would they survive an apocalyptic situation? Been there, done that. (She fled the destruction of Azarath, but she was on Earth when Trigon took over. Ever wonder why there were two rings form Azar in the comics, and only one in the show? The other had been a family heirloom of sorts, in Dove's possession. Protected by Azar's power and her mother's spells, Dove was able to survive the apocalypse on Earth... if, only just barely.)

❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? Most likely, no. Canonically, Dove after Leyla, after Srentha, after her mother of course, and she has no living family left. She outlives all of her lifelong friends, and spends her last 50, 60 years or so feeling isolated, lonely, and desperately trying to keep busy with travelling and training to keep herself sane. Only Raven outlives her, and, well, arguably she does have that power. But Dove wouldn't want her to, no. But that's canonical.

Now, in a situation where Leyla would be orphaned, Kary would be detained, Raven would be in danger, or anyone she has bonded with can only be saved by her: She would want them to bring her back, of COURSE she'd feel a keening, desperate NEED to be there with them! It would be a terrible and unpleasant process, but if she is needed: She would endure the entire thing. (Also, both Trigonic and Azarathean souls aren't very good at staying down after they're body's death, but she would feel potently useless and borderline FURIOUS if she wasn't able to help due to an incorporeal form.)

☠ Do they fear death? Not really, no. Not her own, anyways. But after the vision, and especially after DDD, which forces her to psychically experience more than six deaths, empathically, like it's her own, and every single one of them was a panicked and unpleasant experience: She fears "death" AROUND her.

♱ What do they think awaits them after death? This is something Dove tries not to think about. When she was younger, she was sure her soul would be with her mother's, and they'd be spiritually in Azarath again, without having to worry about living, eating, breathing, cleaning, or any of that physical body stuff. But the older she grew: the more she wondered... Does Azar know she exists? Her father's essence resides in her soul; it's evil, and would Azar ever let that essence near the rest of the deceased Azarathean souls? It's a huge paradox for her, and it's not like she could ask. (There's a story upcoming that brings her in Azar's presence, actually, but I've yet to work out the details. For now: Dove doesn't know, at all, what her soul is even worth... especially after DDD. All she knows for sure is that she hopes she sees her mother again.)

¿ Are they easily frightened? Dove and "being frightened" is a very complicated topic. Of course she's easily frightened when confronted with something regarding any of her phobias, nightmares, past trauma, etc. But traditional things, like darkness or death or spiders? She's very rarely afraid of any of that. It's safe to say that when her vulnerabilities are involved, Dove is VERY easily unnerved. But she HAS spent her entire life learning to not let her fear out of control, and she's also very good at denial, so truly frightening her takes some work. It's possible. But not as easy as her timid demeanor implies.

╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed? Oooooh, boy. Not very well. Not well at all. Immediately on sensing demonic energy, she would be fighting back panic at the sensations alone. Then there's the fact that it would "call" to her own power, and despite all morals and restraining, it's tempting. (Because it means power, and freedom, and putting down the fight she struggles so hard in every day, and so it's relieving as well....) And all she knows of possession is what she relates to "being possessed" by her own inner demon during DDD-- murders, sadism, death. Things she can't abide. And she has no education whatsoever on how exorcisms, demons, or anything involved in them work. Let's ju8st say we'd all be lucky if Dove doesn't lose control in this situation, at least once.

☹ Name one person they would kill for. Nobody, willingly.

☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose? ...I don't think Dove would choose anyone, really... Dove has no desire to be immortal. If it was mandatory immortality, she'd chose Srentha, or Leyla, or Raven. (Probably Raven, if she knew what kind of chaos would come into her life around year 120, 150.)

☎ How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one? Disbelief... vehement disbelief. And then tears, grieving brought back... and needing-- NEEDING, to know if it's real. Wanting to meet them and make sure.

★ Do they have a favorite scary movie? Book? Show? Dove isn't a huge fan of horror movies. A lot of them involve things that disgust, frighten, or traumatize her-- blood, v*mit, sadism, death... Psychological horror BOTHERS her, because remembering when she was in a mindset phase so sadistic and power-hungry that she actually WANTED to hurt people, feel their pain... It brings up way too much she'd rather forget, and she can't watch it. It hurts too deeply.

♣ Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil? As forces of nature, no. She has a more objective perspective that prioritizes neutrality and existence, patterns, and much, much more than morality in the universe (or, multiverse, as it were).

♥ Have they ever acted out of heartlessness? Only during DDD. She's far too compassionate to do something heartless, at least on purpose.

☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night? Favorite: It's comforting. Least favorite? It's too quiet, sometimes, and the quiet makes room for nightmares, memories, and flashbacks that she just wants to forget.

ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings? She does. She really, honestly does. (Especially right after DDD; she actually tries to convince the others to kick her out, send her away, and lock her up in punishment. She basically locks herself in solitary confinement in her own room.) After healing, it's less that she thinks she "Deserves" it, than she thinks others want to inflict it, and if they did, she wouldn't blame them.

ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain? DDD, but never, besides then.

♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil? That's something she struggled with for MONTHS during the DDD time. She did. She genuinely, honestly did. "If there's evil in me, if it's really a PART of me... How can I ever be GOOD?" And that's where the lesson comes in and changes her life: that "who" you are is more important than "What"; that she didn't have to be efined by being Trigon's daughter, and that all people are good and evil to some degree, but it's what they choose to act on that determines WHO they are. And that difference, that realization, changed her life.

♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go? Peacefully. Quietly, probably in her sleep, knowing everyone around her was safe and wouldn't be hurt or upset by her death.

™ Are they possessive? Not at all.

✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone? Herself, honestly... but that's about it.

◯ Do they believe in ghosts? Very much so. (Her spirituality very much prioritizes existence and life far BEYOND the physical body. Its death doesn't mean the end of a soul.)

✦ Who is their favorite villain? She doesn't really have one. (Unless Elphaba from the "Wicked" story counts.)

☄ While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to? Depends on the movie. Usually she withdraws, and either walks away voluntarily or pulls into herself. She doesn't like being touched if she'd that afraid, and if she's not trying to hide herself away, more likely it's just gross and not scary. (And she doesn't like being that afraid.)

웃 Do they believe in aliens? She lives with one. That would be a bright neon YES.