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His Mate Pt.3
Klaus while being part werewolf never believed he would find a mate, while their are werewolves that don’t believe in them, he does, just that he doesn’t have one. That is until he met a young werewolf, friend of the Salvatores.
Warnings: angst and graphic descriptions of gore
Part two: https://emiwrites3reads.tumblr.com/post/189765059236/his-mate-pt2
His mate masterlist; https://emiwrites3reads.tumblr.com/post/190164847716/his-mate-masterlist
Y/n runs out of the house as fast as possible, before any vampire can tell her what to do. Seeing the worry in Romi’s eyes sparked something in her wolf, determination. She could tell someone was wrong. Something bad. And oh was she right.
She practically races Romi to the larger camp. He beta tells her of an attack, but the details go out the other end. She needs to get there and fast, especially with the word “injuries” being thrown around.
Pulling up to the camp, her heart drops. It wasn’t just Sarah, August, and Julia hurt. No, most of the pack was. Blood turns the grass red. A body lays lone near a tree. Seeing the softness of the face, the blood stained blonde hair, and what would be blue eyes, it’s Sanvi. Y/n rushes to the side of her childhood friend, tears streaming from her eyes.
“Your going for medical school right....? You think...” Romi says behind her. Y/N feels her focus shifting, blurring even. Seeing the ruby colored surp covering her friend, leaking from vicious flashes of a wolf. A bite wound showing an animal ripped her friends neck, leaving only half of it. The tactics of the attackers. She has seen this before, only in rumors. A gang of rouges traveling, seeking to rip the hearts of packs to fill their own void. Bone from the spine and the arteries and veins stick out, her pale skin tainted red with blood.
“We need real medical professionals Romi.... I-I don’t think I can handle this...”
“They’re going the ask questions, mass animal attack? That’s going to hunters, which I’m suprised none showed yet” Romi contradicts. Y/n slips out her phone, whipping her tears away and fiery filling her eyes.
“Damon... uuuh I need you to do some compelling.... some friends of mine got hurt and if nurses and doctors start asking questions, it won’t look good” Y/N says, the line going straight to voicemail. The originals are still in control.
“I suppose I might be able to help” Klaus. Y/N turns to the hybrid who steps from behind a tree. Y/N feels her heart start racing. This is the last thing her pack needs. A original helping them, especially Klaus. They only want what’s good for them.
“Right, like your suddenly nice and cheery and wanting to help” Y/N replies. She can feel Romi’s breathing accelerating. “Why help us”
“I-I uh... I don’t know” the hybrid looks down, in thought. He looks up and clears his throat, “but having a pack owing me a favor could do me wonders”
“Of course” Romi’s voice echoes behind her. Y/n feels fear surfacing. Her wolf, telling her to run yet at the same time telling her to trust the original. Y/N believed she could trust her wolf, but now her instincts are keeping things from her. She no longer knows who to trust if she can’t even trust herself.
“Fine. But don’t you dare turn them into hybrids” Y/N practically challenges the originals. His response, suprises her. The hybrid smirks, almost enjoying her fire. He walks past her and to the main cabin. The cabin house. The scent of blood reaks from it.
“You know, I’m not as bad once you get to know me” the hybrids voice picks up. His eyes flash something towards her, sending tingles throughout her. Y/n turns away from his gaze.
Stepping into the house, the survivors are helping those injured. Bringing water, fruits and food, and new bandages. They turn to look at her with quizzical eyes, falling to the original hybrid. “Don’t worry, he’s here to help... why I don’t know”
“By blood will heal them” Klaus turns to Y/N.
“Okay, feed who you can, but remember what I said”
After some hours later, the supernatural blood of the hybrid heals the pack members. Y/n and Romi burry the bodies of those who didn’t make it in time. 5 in total. The pack tells the family of those who know of werewolves and supernatural the truth, and covered it up as a camping accident for those who don’t.
“Why” Y/n looks to close, who sits with her in front of a large bon fire held to celebrate those who’ve fallen. She watches him carefully. His demeanor changes. It softens, showing another side of the hybrid she knows.
“I wish I could say” Klaus looks to her, his eye sparkling. He turns away as Elijah walks in, clearing his throat. Klaus hides the disappointment and annoyance. “Brother”
“Interesting, I thought her blood would of been scattered through these woods but it appears I’m wrong” he gestures to the toe sitting on a log together. Y/n looks over to her Beta who sits with his boyfriend. An unknown feels fills through her as she turns back to klaus.
“No, but the pack’s blood that attacked her will be” Klaus’ eyes flash yellow. Y/n feels at peace with this. Happy even. She can’t explain it. She still doesn’t trust klaus but he seems different when he’s not... afraid.
Klaus walks her into the Salvatore house. The building feels stuffy already and the Klaus she saw at the camp disappears. Damon and Stephen run to her, shock on their faces seeing her unharmed. “Did he torture you and then heal you?” Damon says.
“No, he helped me...... with an issue at my friends” Y/n walks away before they could ask any questions. Everything turns back to normal like nothing happened at all. It almost saddens her.
“What was the issue?” Stephen says.
“His uh.... cat got chased up a tree” as soon as she says it she realizes how lousy of a excuse it is.
“Right, because werewolves and cats mixed really well” Damon says.
“You do realize I have 2 cats right?” Y/n turns to Damon, her brows raising at him. She gives the two brothers a look saying she doesn’t want to talk about it. She throws herself in the couch and scavenges through her tumblr feed.
The weight on the couch shifts and she sees Klaus siting next to her. She closes off her phone and turns to him to see him looks down at her. His arm practically around her neck. “Hey....?” She questions.
“So, I was thinking, staying here isn’t a safe place, we need another and then I remember that place you showed me today, it seemed really safe”
“No- no way, no way are you staying there....you can stay at my house if you really need to” she looks to him, glare and spice flickering in her eyes. A grin spreads across his face, making her regret everything back at the camp.
Klaus gets up and Elijah joins him. The two Salvatore brothers watch curiously at the trio. Leads the way to her home.
When they enter her house, klaus turns to her. “You know why I did that? Do you?”
“Because your still a jerk and will always be?”
“No, I know you don’t want those two knows about your little settlement there, so I figure if we plan somewhere away it’ll get things done quicker” Y/n looks to klaus and to Elijah who seemingly follows him everywhere.
“Fine, lets get planning” Y/n goes over to the coffee table in her living room and opens up her laptop. Her fingers gracefully travel across the keyboard, typing away and clicking away as she searches for rumors of The Blood Stone pack. She clicks on an article, one that has been recently updated.
At first it looks like a dead end. the outdated colors and coding of the website, it not even starting about the pack but about legends of werewolves and vampires. The further she scrolled, more comments about the constant odd murder cases being closed off as animal attacks, with bodies drained of blood and bodies torn by bears.
“What’s this?”
“A thread, I think I know who did it, I’m seeing if they are in town but this thread is a dead-“ she stops. A name appears on the thread, Jessica Banes. She is the supposed leader of the pack. She simply states that the local folklore doesn’t have to do anything with vampires and werewolves and that everyone here is speaking nonsense. The replies to that are asking her about Blood Stone pack. “It’s the leader- well supposed leader”
“Interesting” Klaus sits down next to you, his demeanor once again soft yet stronger. He reads the form with her, she continues to scroll but he stops her for a second, placing his hand on hers and then awkwardly pulling away as they both feel tingles climb up their arms.
“Ehem, um this name here, I saw him taking to one of the bartenders here in town, there was a pretty red head with him as well, she seemed to control him like there was a leash on him” Klaus points to the commenter, Jared Jones.
“I think I’ve seen him around too, with a red head as well, tall long dark hair, yeah” Y/N ignores how she feels about klaus calling someone pretty. She wonders how they will get them near them.
“I have an idea, I’ll host a ball” Y/N blinks in response. Confused spreads wide across her face. She wonders, how will a ball help? Sure, maybe they will show up, but there’s so many people.
“How will that help? There’s going to be so many people”
“They don’t knkw we know their identities, and trust me those aren’t rumors, I’ve been alive awhile to know, I’ll have a bouncer check names and sign people in and we can send them to talk to me about a deal when really I’ll be tearing their heart out”
“You mean when I will be tearing their heart out” Klaus smirks. His gaze filled with pride and wonder. Y/n smiles back at him as his smirk turns to a smile.
“I think you’re starting to grow on me” he murmurs.
“I can say the same thing”
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Thank you guys so much for reading this far! I don’t think I ever updated this much with this many parts before. I hope you really enjoy it and I was wondering, if klaus should ever fully turn, what do you think his wolf would look like in the show?
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Heyyy! I have a question! But first I would love to share how I love your work ^^! It's mostly why I come to you with this question... See, I uh- would love to have the courage to share my writing, and my OCs to the world. But I never found the courage to. Do you have any tips? Or do you know any good tags where I can show my work at, so that one day I will just "accidentally" press the submit button? ^^'
Thank you~!
Honestly, I still feel anxious about sharing my stories and blurbs. I still feel like my OCs are pretty basic and not super interesting for others to read about.
But they're my characters and I like them anyway, so I'll keep writing about them. Even if takes me time to put some things out. I've always needed to write and share what I write, and sometimes that need overwrites the fear and anxiety--but it can still be hard.
And you know me, this rambles, so have a cut--
I have a buncha prompts and Ao3 threads with an "unnamed generic WoL" that were in some ways me testing the waters, figuring out what worked. Eventually the "unnamed WoL" in those bits leaned more and more towards being Aeryn, until I was just now writing about my own WoL (and her friends) directly without apology. But even then...Even knowing people like my characters, even knowing people like my OC/NPC ship somehow, it can be a struggle
One reason I like prompts and challenges is they make me write something and post without dwelling too hard on it, in theory. That "Rak'tika Rendezvous" piece? I've been sitting on that for at least nine months. I have other WIPs and Drafts, some even older than that! Some are unfinished--and some I'm just too nervous to post, like that one, which was edited often and heavily revised at least once.
I could just leave my writing in a drawer or a doc folder on my hard drive--and for many years I did. I discovered fanfiction in my teens on some of the earliest sites and webrings in the 1990s. It was a different existence; I didn't have a home computer or know how to make accounts or post. I just wrote, having realized the stories I told in my head could actually exist on paper. Literally, at the time. But they also are all gone, not archived anywhere or saved where I can find them again.
Roleplaying helped me, in learning how to make characters and write about them, and then posting about them. Tabletop, LARP, and online, I've done it all. I got pretty good at editing chat logs into something readable, and sometimes even looking like a story. The forums and Livejournals they were posted on were meant for the specific communities I was in--friends catching up on story beats. My WoW server (Shadow Council) had a community-run website, RP-Haven, for years. I posted modified RP logs and stories about my WoW OCs there; a bit more open than my immediate RP group/guild, but still people whose interests I knew were somewhat shared. So the move to posting on Tumblr and Ao3 for me feels like another step, for a wider audience of people who inexplicably like what I write about. It's been mostly positive in my experience, but I write fairly innocuous stuff and my audience is still pretty small and contained.
The internet has changed over time, so any baby steps process will be different. On Tumblr, sharing writing is a lot of knowing how the Search and Tag functions work. So far as I know you can keep something in Drafts indefinitely, until you're ready to hit that "Post" button. Tags should be simple, direct, and consistent, and only the first 5 show up in the general tag search (though can pull up on your blog easily when going to that tag). Which is why I always go "Final Fantasy XIV", "whatever challenge I'm doing", "NPC Name", "own writing tags", etc. I end up following and getting followed thanks to the FFXIVWrite challenges in the last 3 years, where we're all throwing down whatever springs to mind within a 24 hour deadline to break those anxiety-induced perfectionist habits that keep people from posting. Many folks rewrite/revise their entries later, too, because why not?
On Ao3 a draft can only exist for a certain amount of time, before it auto-deletes or you have to post it to save it from oblivion. I don't know if changing the draft extends that deadline; I don't tend to save things in drafts in Ao3, keeping those in GoogleDocs. Knowing tagging on Ao3 is also a thing (I've yet to figure out as fully). Sometimes I'll share a draft from Gdocs with a friend or two for feedback and encouragement before posting ("That Green Umbral Wind" was one, and "Please" was because hooboy).
Pillowfort is a lot like Tumblr, but has features like making a post non-rebloggable, and also any edits to the post reflect in reblogs. There's a bit more control of one's posts there. Also communities, which are like collectively following a public feed people can post or reblog directly to. Pillowfort's also still smaller/less used than Tumblr, and gives out invite keys regularly. Sometimes starting small, with more controls over how it's seen and shared, can help with the anxiety.
I'm also in a largish writing Discord where there are channels for sharing snippets of one's writing, and people can react with emojis and discuss it in the related channels. That's always nice for feedback, for brainstorming, for encouragement. There are even rules now about self-deprecating and putting down your own work--it doesn't help you or anyone else to put yourself and your writing down. We're all learning and growing the more we practice and try new things, like any other art.
You can only get better by keeping on writing, but there's only so far you can get without any feedback. Even if it's just a Like/Kudos, someone read and cared. Comments and tags like "I like this line" or "I love you wrote X part" or "I like how they interact" can really help figure out your strengths, maybe what of the other bits could be worked on more, and of course bolster the confidence to simply keep posting. Trusted friends or finding good beta readers to ping things off of can make a difference, depending on how you write.
But in the end, it's making the love of your OCs and wanting to write matter more than that fear/anxiety. Giving yourself the freedom to make changes when needed, to know it's not written in stone and can be edited, or even rewritten and reposted when you know you can do it better--I see it often. Sometimes you sit on something for awhile tweaking it until it's ready, sometimes you yeet a new piece into the void as soon as you finish typing.
Knowing that if nothing else, on a day when you need to, you can go to that page on your device and reread that thing you posted and remember you still love your characters, even years later, and maybe even think of something new to write for them.
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There comes a point in the life of an internet project where we lose momentum, where we coast past the sweet spot of pure and exhilarating writing and begin to devolve into apologies, false starts, reaffirmations of the original manifesto, and benign neglect. That’s where we’ve found ourselves for the last few years here. It’s not that the fun stopped, it’s just time to figure out a better balance between what’s good for you, my readers, and what I want to be doing.
I remember the thrill that writing for the internet had back when I was in high school. I cringe at the immaturity of those old pieces, but what gets forgotten is how joyous it was to stay up late scribbling into the digital void, racing the cursor against drowsiness. I think a lot of this had to do with the anonymity of the process, the magic potential of developing a readership without stooping to figure out distribution or promotion, being discovered solely via the strength of the writing. But the most important thing was the idea of a readership, or rather the presence of the imaginary implied reader on the other end. That someone might actually encounter, parse, and form an opinion on a piece was the greatest part of the excitement—stuff that stays put on the hard drive has no potential to communicate, to be read, and therefore can never be as exciting to produce.
But a lone Blogger account does not a big splash make; thus the seduction of Tumblr. Here we had community, reblogs, likes! And beyond these social network affectations I had readers: y’all. Moving to Tumblr was a symbolic way for me to acknowledge that throwing writing anonymously into the depths of the internet is just about as effective as keeping it unpublished. I wanted to make it easier to get my stuff out to the people, to share and share alike through those aforementioned affectations, perhaps to even label something with a hashtag. But Tumblr has never really been a place for egregiously long blocks of text. I’ve always felt bad about dropping something longer than the length of your computer screen into the pipeline of infinite photos and gifs, and as the broader community shifted to focus on images and short posts my stuff felt more and more like the weird experimental track at the end of the album.
I wrote some short things. It was an interesting exercise. But at what point does it make sense to let the platform dictate what you write? As fun as it was to court the instant validation of likes, Tumblr doesn’t seem like the right internet space for the long-form rambling that I gravitate towards—it’s not worth the pressure to curtail the writing to fit the interface, nor the temporal challenge of a post getting lost among all these other folks jockeying for position in your feed as time goes by. Besides, the whole reason I work on these random little pieces instead of doing my real writing is to have the space to go down the mental rabbit holes, to think like a feral academic and have fun with the digressions. I’d like to share these with you, but I don’t think that this is a good place for both of us. I want a space where you can stop by (if you’d like) and spend some time with my stuff when you feel like it, and where I can run wild with the length and post as sporadically as I want.
So we’re moving back to Blogger (yes, it still exists!)—come check us out every now and then at The Feral Imaginary. Maybe I’ll use this space to let everyone know when something new is going up over there, but I suspect that this is the end of the line for this particular corner of the internet. Until next time, onwards my friends.
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hello & good evening everyone ! my name is monse, and i have been awarded the privilege of writing with you. this is bellatrix ( bella, for short ) and so under the cut you’ll be able to find more details about her. here you can find her pinterest board and her musings blog. // EDIT: i love plotting, and chances are that i’ll be down to write mostly anything. i’d love to flesh out connections, i’m super chill with going witht he flow, i’m happy to write your own plot ideas -- like i said, i’m happy to write a lot of things ! i’ll be contacting you ( probs tomorrow ??? ) but still, if you’d like for us to plot, HIT ME UP ! feel free to send something through the ask box or tumblr dms, or discord ( monse / bella 🕷#7358 )
* △ — the dark lord has targeted [ BELLATRIX BLACK ] ! the muggles say she holds resemblance to [ CRYSTAL REED ]. the [ 29 ] year old [ CIS-FEMALE ] was [ SKILLFUL & PERSEVERANT ] before the war, but have now become [ MALICIOUS & UNBALANCED ]. though they were once a part of [ SLYTHERIN ], they have now taken up the position of a [ METAL CHARMER ]. whispers throughout the ministry claim that the [ PUREBLOOD ] is actually [ A DEATH EATER ], but i wouldn’t report that to the daily prophet.
�� 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆...
( THE BASICS )
.— name: bellatrix black
.— age: 29 years old
.— wand: 12¾", walnut, with a core of dragon heartstring
.— profession: metal charmer working at some dodgy establishment in magical london. however, it’s a mere mask used to keep suspicions away -- the only ‘position’ she dedicates herself to is that of a death eater, she’s fully committed to the group.
.— amortentia: humidity, copper, old wood
.— height: 1.73
.— gender: cis-gender female
.— sexuality: pansexual demiromantic ( but closeted due to her family’s beliefs )
.— previous house: slytherin.
.— boggart: the two most important male figures in her life ( her father & her master ) being disappointment at her
.— patronus: * is unable to produce one *
( THE AESTHETIC )
.— moonlight seeping in through dark curls ; black velvet ; sharp citrus perfume ; bruised and bloody knuckles ; ‘you’re better than them’ muttered into a young girl’s ear as her mother combs her hair ; laughter echoing down a dimly lit hall; dark shades of lipstick ; wood burning in a fireplace ; smirks that whisper ‘i know something you never will’ ; cold, empty rooms ; self-made haircuts ; thunderstorms ; a hatred for all things sweet ; a beckoning void ; dimly lit alleyways ; taste of copper in the mouth ; mysterious knocks in the middle of the night ; curling your hands into fists to keep the tears from falling ; a sheltered heart ; the chilling glint of a pair of eyes amidst the darkness ; your father’s daughter ; ‘you’re purer than them ’ ; heels hitting the elegant marble floors ; ignoring opinions foreign to your own ; a mother’s disappointed looks ; boxes and boxes of jewels that will rot away with rust ; the smell of the burning tapestry on the wall ; deceitful grins ; ‘i’m better than them’ ; treasuring the sister you’ve got left as though she’d been the only one from the beginning ; feeling as though there were something lurking in the shadows ; a starless charcoal night sky ; inked skin ; power’s taste so fresh and addictive on the tongue ; mocking thoughts and voices clouding one’s mind right before going to bed ; a child infected by her parents ambitious ; bottles and bottles of liquor kept inside the night table drawer ; ringed agile fingers with ; black lace ; dead flowers ; and candles on bedside table ; the smell of incense ; the half-moons engraved on the palms ; eyes that were raised never to cry ; talk back, get slapped ; long dark gowns ; ‘ always pure, always better ’ ; wicked sisterly love ; unparalleled devotion ; blood before family.
( THE HEADCANONS )
.— you were the firstborn, the eldest daughter, the one to set the examples. that didn’t mean your parents’ slaps on the cheek and disappointed gazes hurt any less. you came first, and although many would think it’s the firstlings who experience new parents’ clumsy mistakes, this wasn’t your case - you were modeled after what your parents believed in, shaped to their liking by feeding you their wicked ideology like it was gospel. they vowed to raise you as perfectly as possible, and perfect was pure. “don’t mingle with them, bella. you’re better than them,” your mother said to you over and over, and although young, you were perfectly able to see past the soft, motherly tone and absorb the warning, the so-called ‘truth’ you’d follow later on in your life. your upbringing was stained by opulence and wealth, your family displaying you and your sisters like rosy-cheeked porcelain dolls. your father’s daughter, you became far too much like him. your youth was not yours, but his and your mother’s to mold like clay. you frequented balls and events with your family, gatherings you’d never care for or worry over. this was the only good you knew, the only truth, so you never blamed them for what you turned out to be, for what they turned you into. much too absorbed by the mirk, your distraught urges caught up with you - but you let them. you let your shadow friends embrace you and carry you. the darkness was light to you - so tempting, so satisfying to the touch, so addictive -, and so you’d eventually make your home amidst the fog.
.— ever since you were young, you’ve always shown brilliant skills in whatever it is that caught your attention. your parents enrolled you in violin, harp, and piano lessons. it was a matter of a handful of years before you were playing like the most prodigious of musicians. you mastered italian and french, and calligraphy. you began displaying signs of magic at an early age - flickering lights, shattering vases with a look -, and so your parents could not be prouder at the sight. you’d always been talented, skillful, and determined to excel at whatever you got your hands on, so it was only expected of you to thrive during the time you were to study at hogwarts. you had an enviable knack for charms and transfiguration. admittedly, your parents never doted nor coddled, but you found pride and fulfillment in the envy projected by your fellow classmates’ eyes. your mother’s words were a self-fulfilled prophecy: you were better than them, after all.
.— you couldn’t shrug off that mixture of frustration and confusion when you first managed to boil a successful amortentia potion. your classmates were in awe, describing scents like poppy flowers, cinnamon bread, cardamom – all you smelled was humidity. similar to the scent of moist soil, you couldn’t help but feel perplexed at the scent. it seemed miserable, dull. you managed to pick up other smells - old wood, like the one your family’s piano was made of, and copper – you were annoyed, mostly because you couldn’t comprehend what these scents indicated, and secondly, because you felt as though they lead you nowhere. to this day, the smells haven’t changed, yet you’re still puzzled by it.
.— you’ve been known as one to have a short-temper, but nothing had set you off like the inability to produce a corporeal patronus did. you felt the others’ gazes engraved on you as you tried and tried to achieve it during class, each attempt more frustrating than the previous one. you took in a deep breath each time. your mind always projected an image of your family - so noble, so strong, the only support you knew and had -, of your mother. you saw her singing to you as you practiced the piano, yet the memory soon became bitter, as it was followed by her getting upset at your mistakes and scolding you to no end. you thought of your father, the powerful, intelligent man he was and the massive shadow he cast on your path, yet all you could think of were his words about those less pure than you, words expressed at every gathering, words him and his inner circle constantly shared and nourished you with. you thought of your sisters, of andy and cissy, the three of you playing outside your family home. nothing seemed to be enough, and so after what seemed like an infinite number of attempts, you ended up throwing your wand across the room. many years later you tried, the first two memories resurfacing and soon becoming stained by the torment that followed those moments, yet you landed in the same place. now you couldn’t think of your siblings without feeling disgust for andromeda take over you, her carelessness, stupidity, and stubbornness costing you a sister. the image of her would be forever stained, and so you found yourself out of memories to use to try cast the spell effectively. you treasured your youth, you weren’t raised an unhappy child – were you? you told this to yourself over and over, and for a couple of moments, it eased the sting of pain failure had left you with.
.— a boggart managed to sneak into the garden adjacent to your family’s house one afternoon, while you and your sisters were out enjoying the pleasant weather. it hid behind a nearby bush, catching your attention. you didn’t scream when you saw, you simply froze, too consumed by fear to move or make a sound: you saw your father’s figure, with bloodshot eyes that showed the clearest shades of disappointment and hatred, his head shaking in discontent. “i thought we’d compromised, bella,” he said, approaching you in a way you found menacing and terrifying. “i thought we’d agreed you’d do your part…” and right then, the monster before lounged forwards, making you lose your balance and fall down. the creature seemed confused, changing form in a tornado-like way, and it was until you turned to look at one of your sisters, who had just approached and had managed to throw the boggart off. you shrugged off their worried inquiries and pushed the memory to the recondite of your mind. years later, however, the two of you met again: it’d hidden in an old, dusty closet, and so as you unknowingly went to open the door, the figure stepped outside. it wasn’t your father anymore, however. it was a different silhouette, with different features, the creature no longer taking after the man who’d fathered you. it was no stranger, and this time, you found yourself slipping and crawling away from it in the most pathetic manner. you whimpered like an injured animal as tears welled up in your eyes. “i thought we’d compromised, bella,” it was the same sentence you’d heard as a teenager, that day in the garden with your sisters, but before stood the man you’d developed a fascination toward, the man who’d managed to corrupt you more than your family ever did, the man who’d implanted himself amidst your thoughts and ideas, the man you were completely and utterly devoted to, the man you referred to as your lord. the distorted features showed you nothing but disapproval and discontent, the pale, waxy skin glimmering and planting fear in your heart in a way you’d never experience. you sobbed until a foreign noise sent it storming out of the room, your limbs still shriveling.
.— there must be something in the water, or rather, in the way children of the black and lestrange families are raised, something that plants in them an attraction to the dark. despite having a seemingly-calm exterior throughout your earliest years, you always knew there was darkness inside of you. like a void holding what you desired the most, whispering to catch your attention and draw you in, you grew up with a fascination with matters that were too complex and far too obscure for a girl your age. your family made no effort to cease these thoughts, but rather, they fostered them, encouraging you to believe in exactly the same things as they did: purity and destruction. it was a matter of time before your malice bloomed - you were shoving your playmates aside, finding amusement in their suffering; you’d stare at the hues in the bruises and scratches you gave yourself in fights and duels, much too amazed at the unnerving yet pulchritudinous allure. it was the force and power you exercised over others, the thought of your judgment determining their state and place, that what you’d always lacked and thus that you could not resist upon getting the opportunity to experience. it was the electricity to the pain what kept your heart beat fast and your temples pounding & what caused you to develop a tolerance and fascination for it. you’d find ways to entertain yourself and encourage the growth of this evil within you, and so it was no surprise you joined the death eaters upon leaving hogwarts.
( MISC. )
character inspirations: anakin skywalker ( star wars ), elena de la vega ( zorro ), elizabeth swan ( pirates of the caribbean ), nebula ( guardians of the galaxy ), harley quinn ( dc comics ), o-ren ishii and gogo yubari ( kill bill ), magenta and riff-raff ( the rocky horror picture show ), count olaf ( asoue )
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 13
Summary: Jensen tells the truth of what he thinks it happened in Rome.
Author: sleepywinchester {prev; deanwinchester-af}
Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.
Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)
Words: 1.5k
Warnings: Hella Angst.
Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!
Note: Guys… Don’t hate me? ITALICS IS FLASHBACK.
Title: It’s All Too Much.
MASTERLIST
After having another successful and fun weekend with the fans in Rome, the cast decided to go out one last time to celebrate. Jus In Bello was everyone’s favorite convention of the year, they let them sing, curse and even drink booze as they spent quality time with their fans.
“I have to do a toast,” Jensen stood up from his seat, raising the glass of bourbon to the sky.
Everyone turned remained silence as they heard him speak.
“We had a blast,” he said, “thank you for being such an awesome group of people to work. I love y’all!” Jensen shouted.
The cast laughed and cheered for him. Jensen was noticeable drunk, he laughed and hugged everyone. It was almost three in the morning and Jensen was still up for adventure and partying. Jared took it as cue to take his best friend out of there when Jensen began to dance with strangers. He wasn’t doing anything bad, he was just having fun, but alcohol was taking a toll on him. Jared drank the last of his drink and hold Jensen by the shoulders.
“Hey, brother!” Jensen grinned. “I love you, brother.”
Jared laughed, “I love you too. Let’s go back to the hotel.”
“Why?! It’s-,” Jensen glanced down to his watch, his eyes squinting. “Dude, I forgot how to read the hour… Good thing I don’t need that skill for acting. Am I right?” He laughed, stumbling and almost not feeling his legs as they walked.
Jared grabbed Jensen’s arm and placed it over his shoulder, guiding his very drunk best friend to his hotel room. On their way he winked, spoke and even sang to everyone who would laid eyes on him. Jared grunted throwing Jensen over the bed and taking his shoes off.
“Dude-,” Jared looked up to find Jensen already passed out. He laughed to himself, scratching his head as he walked out. “He’s gonna’ be so hungover tomorrow.”
The constant knock on the door woke Jensen up. He stumbled his way to the door and opened without checking it. He looked down, his mind and eyes still fuzzed with alcohol. He smiled back to the woman standing in front of him.
“What’s up?” Jensen said.
She bit her lower lip, “Nothing much… I just- couldn’t sleep and I heard noise in your room.”
“I don’t even know how I got here,” he chuckled.
“Do you have booze? I drank all mine,” she looked inside Jensen’s hotel room.
Jensen turned back, his eyes finding the mini-fridge. “Yeah! I guess- come in, Claudia.”
She smirked, “Sure.”
Jensen shut his eyes tighter when he heard his phone ringing. Slowly he began to open his eyes, noticing he forgot to shut the blinds of his room off. He shook his head, scratching the top of it as he rolled over and stumbled into a body.
“What the-,” Jensen’s eyes went wide. “Who the hell are you!?”
The woman groaned under her breath, turning over to look at him.
“Hey, handsome,” she smiled.
Jensen’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Claudia laying naked next to him.
“What the hell are you-,” his phone continued ringing. Jensen turned to see Y/N’s picture in the screen. She was face-time calling him. He swallowed and stood quickly from the bed and going into the bathroom. “Hey! Babe!”
“Did I wake you?” Y/N noticed his nervousness.
“Yeah,” Jensen cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. “Um-, babe, can I call you later? Jared is at the door and I have to get dressed.”
Y/N glanced down at her uncovered chest, “You’re seeing that I’m practically shirtless over here, right?”
Jensen looked down to her chest, the corner of his lips perking up. “Oh, I see it babe… but,” he looked at the door, “I really can’t now. I’ll call you later. Promise.”
A sigh crawled up Y/N’s throat, “Sure… Bye.”
Once Jensen made sure the call was over, he walked out of the room to see Claudia lounging in his bed. She wore a white robe and her eyes were on the TV screen.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Jensen snapped. “How- What the hell happened?!”
Claudia looked up to Jensen, the corner of her lips perking up into a seductive smirk. “Hey.” She stood up from the bed, it was in that moment when Jensen noticed her robe wasn’t tied.
He shut his eyes and turned around, “Get dressed.”
“Why?” Claudia pressed her body against his. “You didn’t mind last night.”
“I don’t know what happened last night!” Jensen shouted turning to look her in the eye. “What the hell happened last night?”
Claudia tied her robe, “You really don’t remember?”
“No!” Jensen yelled frustrated.
“We had sex, Jensen.”
Jensen’s entire world collapsed when the words came out of Claudia’s mouth. He didn’t want to believe it but it was obvious. She was naked, he only had his boxers on, and last night he was too drunk to think clearly. He walked by Claudia, his eyes on the window.
“No, no, no, no,” Jensen kept repeating. “This can’t be happening.”
“Jay-,”
“Don’t you call me that!” Jensen turned to her. “I don’t know how this happened but-”
“It’s okay, Jensen.” Claudia said totally calm. “I won’t say anything.”
Jensen shook his head, the urges to cry building up inside him. He couldn’t believe he had betrayed Y/N. He felt like the biggest scum bag. Jensen dropped on the seat, his eyes staring at the floor. He was lost, he couldn’t even think straight.
“I can’t believe I-,” he run his hands through his hair. “I can’t believe I cheated on Y/N.” Jensen was overwhelmed with guilt.
“Hey,” Claudia hold his chin, “Is okay. I won’t say anything… It’s really not a big deal. We were drunk, we had a couple drinks, shit happens.”
“You don’t get it, don’t you?!” Jensen glared at her. “I have a daughter with her. I’m supposed to get married with her! I love her!”
Claudia cocked an eyebrow, “I’m sorry but- you weren’t thinking about that last night.”
Jensen clenched his jaw, the guilt and rage building up inside him.
She sighed deeply, “What is done… Is done…”
Once completely dressed she turned to look at Jensen. He was still sitting on the chair, lost in his own thoughts. Claudia cleared her throat to gain his attention.
“I’m gonna’ go…” She pointed at the door with her thumb.
“Yeah,” Jensen scoffed with unbelief. “You do that.”
Claudia stood in front of him, “If you ever-”
“This - won’t happen ever again,” Jensen cut her off.
“I’m just saying if you ever feel like it… I’m down.” Claudia spoke freshly. “We had fun and I’m a good secret keeper.” She bit her lower lip, “Nobody has to know.”
“Get the fuck out of my room,” Jensen growled at her.
She nodded and shrugged, before turning and stroll out of Jensen’s room.
You took a moment to process everything Jensen just said. Tears went down your cheeks on their own. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t think straight, all you could do is stare into his broken eyes. You could see how heart broken Jensen was. You also could listen to your own heart shattering.
“Y/N,” his voice broke. “Say something.”
Your lips parted yet you couldn’t form words. You were completely in shock.
The two of you stood in the dark for a while, both keeping your silence but Jensen couldn’t take it anymore. He took a step forward, trying to hold you down yet you couldn’t hold him back.
Jensen dropped on his knees, hugging your legs, mumbling how sorry he was. He never stopped crying.
“Don’t touch me.” You spoke emotionless and with disgust.
Jensen looked up in an instant yet didn’t said a word. “No, baby, ple-
“Get out.” You said but he kept trying to hold you. ”I SAID GET OUT!” You screamed, pushing him backwards.
Jensen stared at you, sitting on the floor, his eyes only showed one thing: he was terrified.
“NO,” he let out, “let’s talk-.”
You leaned forward, the shock turning into anger. “I SAID GET OUT!” You yelled even louder and began to push him and throwing punch. “GET OUT!” You blacked out, letting yourself drown in the pain. “GET THE FUCK OUT!”
You continued to punch him until someone hold you backwards. It was Genevieve who hold you down as you tried to go forward and keep pushing him away. You watched Jared grab Jensen from the floor, confused of what was going on.
“GET THE HELL OUT!” You kept screaming. “HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO Me?! HOW COULD YOU CHEAT ON ME?!”
It was in that moment that Jared’s eyes went wide as he carried his best friend out of the house. Once they were out of your sight, you dropped on the floor, crying inconsolable. Genevieve hold you down into a hug, trying to console you with words but it was worthless.
You didn’t heard her, you didn’t understand her, all you felt was a void inside.
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SasuNaru and the pin hole
(semi anti ending but not tagged as such as its mainly pro, so beware..vv semi tho)
@sasuke-prevails
Okay, so I’d reblog your post with a reply but my computer always freezes up when I do that and try to add pictures and I can barely use the tumblr app as it is so gaaaah. Plus, I’ve always wanted to make this post debunking everything SNS claim anyways. So here you go. sorry about the wait, i was so lazy..sorry about some shakey images i have GAD
First off, I’d like to say that when I say I am a Naruto fan, I don’t mean the character. I mean, don’t get me wrong I love Naruto too, but I am referring to the series. I genuinely love this series despite all of it’s inconsistencies, I am late on the band wagon but I prefer that since it allows me to think objectively. SNS tends to view the series with what I like to call pin hole vision where the entire series is naruto x sasuke, they are the center bond because they represent everything the series itself stands for. They are not together all the time, they haven’t had the healthiest relationship but they’re the centre bond because as proven by the first and final battles in the VOE, both at the end of part 1 and part 2 respectively it’s a ‘it boils down to this’ type of thing. However, when I say I am anti romantic SNS it does not mean I am anti their friendship. Do I think its unhealthy? Some aspects of it, yes. Problematic, yes tbh.
These are good examples I think. Narutos worst fears early shippuuden were disappointing his comrades, and this. Why is is problematic on Narutos side? I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it
I’d like to mention what naruto as a series stands for, and always consistently stood for.
‘Nande?’
‘Onagi dakara’
‘why?’
‘because we are the same.’
-Narutos first bond, Iruka
‘Konoha o mamoroto tsuyui ishi’
‘strong will to protect the hidden leaf village.’
-Hiruzen
‘sato wa nanda?’
‘what is a village?’
-sasuke, ill get to it
‘Kono hi no ishi mote oru kagiri kono sato no mono wa subete kazoku sono mono nanja’
‘as long as one has this will of fire everyone in this village is family.’
‘Iruka sensei? Nande hito wa hito no tameni inochi o kake- ah fuck this translation takes too long im sorry omg
‘Iruka sensei why do people risk their lives for other people?’
‘When one person dies, their past , their present and their future disappears along with them----those people who die have dreams and ambitions, but everyone else has something just as important. Parents, siblings, friends, lovers..those who are dear to them. They trust each other and help each other—that string gets which connects those people gets stronger and thicker by time. It’s impossible to explain why, those who hold those strings just do it, because it’s important to them.’
‘yeah. Somehow it’s clear even to me.’
-Iruka and Naruto when Hiruzen died protecting the village
‘When someone has something they want to protect, their true power comes along’
-Haku
It’s because we help out when they’re in trouble that we can count on them to come running when we need it.
-Shikamaru, about Suna
‘If comrades that you trust gather around you, hope can take physical form and become visible. That`s what I believe...’
-kakashi, to obito
I won't allow my comrades to die. I'll protect you with my life. Trust me.
-kakashi
The next generation will always surpass the previous one. It's one of the never-ending cycles in life.
-kakashi
If you don't share someone's pain. You can never understand them.
-Pain
‘A long cycle of hatred humans have come to call history’
Just by living, people hurt others without even realizing it. So long as humanity exists, hate will also exist. There is no peace in this cursed world. War is just a crime paid for by the pain of the defeated...
-pain
Now there's something I understand a little better. Hate, sadness, even joy. To be able to share it with another person... Naruto Uzumaki. From fighting him I learned that. He knew pain like I did and then he taught me that you can change your path. I wish that one day I can be needed by someone. Not as a frightening weapon... But as the sand's Kazekage.
-Gara
People's lives don't end when they die. It ends when they lose faith.
-itachi
‘ill never let my comrades die, those words and the conviction behind them are not lies, because neji was able to store those words in his heart. Brother Neji died! It’s not just you Naruto, we all hold those words and feelings in our heart.That is what binds our lives together and makes us comrades. If we all give up those thoughts and feelings Nejis final act would have been for nothing. And that is when your comrades truly die.’
-Hinata
The pain of being alone is completely out of this world, isn't it? I don't know why, but I understand your feelings so much, it actually hurts.
-Naruto
That void is something that everyone helps you fill. Just because you face adversity and hardships, is no reason to give up on this world. A person willing to throw away all those memories... of their friends and comrades, will never find peace of mind. Resorting to something like that isn't going to bury that hole. If you persevere and endure, someone will be there to support you!
-Kakashi, to obito
I love sasuke. I love all of his bonds, and despite the shit he dealt with in the series he really does represent the message of the series really well…an atypical antagonist, an incredibly well written character who fills not only his shoes in the story, but the shoes of many other characters.
You say Sasuke offered his food to Naruto because he cares about him and I agree, empathy stems from care. But going by your argument.
Despite this
He did wait for her to wake up, also risking elimination and a halting of his revenge plans.
It’s important noting that before any of this, their goals were very self centered and none of them were playing by teamwork..except sasuke, who boasted that he was better than them to Kakashi, but was still the only one who linked them together, by feeding naruto and by saying the whole ‘we are a 3 man cell aren’t we?’
That’s another thing I love about this guy, he really brings people together despite the fact that does not talk for 98% of the series. Taka developed because of him and so did 7.
A constantly relevant theme.
the first mission bought light to what their relationships would be like very early on, and also imprints these guys as personal bonds based on friendship and affection that sasuke shares, a feat that no one else in the series was able to do aside from his family.
From the tree climbing exercise that combined their rivalry and their friendship to this moment that made a grown ass man cry
ENCOUNTER WITH FRIENDS WHO CAN EASE HIM FROM LONELINESS!!
【仲間】 「それまで恋や友情に見向きもしなかったサスケは、ナルトやサクラと出会い、少しずつではあるが、仲間を受 け 入れ始める。サスケにとってナルトは、いつの間にか互いの能力を高め合う良きライバルとなり、 また大蛇丸の 邪悪な呪印にのみ込まれんとするその心を、サクラに救われたことも... 」
↳ 【COMPANIONS】 Though until then he had taken no notice of either love or friendship, after meeting with Naruto and Sakura Sasuke begins to accept them as nakama, even if only little by little. In Sasuke’s eyes, before he even noticed it, he and Naruto became mutual good rivals capable of boosting up each other’s skills - and also, when his heart was about to be swallowed by Orochimaru’s wicked cursed seal again, he was rescued by Sakura…
‘as they go on countless missions together, he sees her strengths and weaknesses and views her as someone he needs to protect’
「呪印の影響で暴走するサスケを身を挺して鎮めるサクラ。サクラのサスケを想う心が、邪な力を 包 み込む��」
↳ Sakura willingly and bravely calms the rampaging Sasuke under the influence of the cursed seal. Sakura’s heart, thinking of Sasuke, devours the wicked power.
For Naruto who was considered a failure, Sasuke was more than an annoying guy who got the best grades: he was also the rival that won Sakura’s heart, for whom Naruto is in love …! That’s why he always gets annoyed with Sasuke
Sasuke, who only had power for revenge, becomes stronger because of his companions. His true place would have been a future among them.
Growing distant, towards darkness. The one to appear before him as he began leave was Sakura. To the back of a Sasuke that tried to avert from what was being left behind, Sakura desperately conveys her feelings. Bright and earnest feelings - feelings that did not want to lose Sasuke. The one who filled his lonely existence with the emotion called love was Sakura. But, as expected, Sasuke cannot respond to those feelings. Sasuke was only able to leave a single word of thanks as word of parting.
Friendship and love, a future filled with warmth. But as long as he is there, he cannot make his dream come true. This is why he throws away a future with his friends. To make dreams of revenge a reality…
As is confirmed by the databook.
Sasuke risked his life for them both, and he would have done it again no thinking what so ever, partly because he is a selfless person and also because they already imprinted on his mind. Sasukes relationship with Naruto is given a rivalry mixed with friendship context early on and my friend who had 0 to do with naruto burrowed volume one from me and in school while she was reading asked me if sasuke and sakura end up together, because authorial context is clear
In fact this scene builds up a very good argument I have for this ship that I will get to, where we first learn of his entire stance in the story and sakura is like? Mind you, this was at a time before sasuke ever spoke about these things to anyone…he made me cry is not something he ever told anyone other than sakura. She was intuitive to he him, even during the war when she had a feeling he’d start shit up early on.
You could argue he is blushing bc he is embarrassed… but he has had girls thirsting after him since he was fresh out the womb. ‘he came off stand offish’ well, yes naturally when a person is suffering from trauma and survivors guilt they tend to isolate themselves and become reclusive and irritable. Now, add the fact that the trauma happened at such a young age and you have a sasuke. But he still, took out the time to say he’s emo (a joke ofc)
The only ‘romantic context’ ever given to Naruto and Sasuke was the ‘accidental kiss’ which ended up like this
Over the course of the series we see Sasukes attachment to team 7, in the same context given before. Best friend and rival, girl he feels protective affection for.
however, the context between sasusaku was always romanticized
Part 2 : http://sasukeuchihayas.tumblr.com/post/160820240389/this-comes-full-circle-in-the-gara-fight-when
Part 3 : http://sasukeuchihayas.tumblr.com/post/160820241909/if-we-do-a-time-skip-to-after-the-akatsuki-arc
#sasuke#pro sasuke#sasusaku#pro sasusaku#pro sakura#pro naruto#pro kakashi#anti sns#pro sns brotp#lol this person blocked me#can u believe
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Here is an apology in advance for any potential incoherentness found in my answers. In my defense it is relatively late, I have not slept for two days, I have not eaten for one, and I may not be in the right state of mind because of aforementioned factors.
☝ - How tall are you?
About 5′8″.
🚬 - Do you Smoke?
I’ve answered this and the answer is no.
🍷 - Do you Drink?
Mhm.
♒ - Do you Take Drugs?
It isn’t really my thing, so no.
😳 - Age you get mistaken for?
For some odd reason I am usually mistaken to be somewhere around the teenage years. I suppose it has to do with how soft my face looks but it makes going to the bar more annoying than it should be.
💉 - Have Tattoos?
My skin as about as clear as a crystal after it’s been polished and refined multiple times. So, no.
✏️ - Want any tattoos?
I’ve considered it but I’m not quite sure what it is I would get.
✂️ - Got any Piercings?
Actually, yes. I have four. Two on my right ear, one on my left, and one on my tongue. I don’t quite wear the tongue one as much as I used to, though.
✌ - Want any piercings?
I think the ones I have are quite enough.
👌 - Best friend?
You say that like I even have friends.
♥ - Do you like anyone?
Romantically, no. Platonically, yes. There are a few I do like in a platonic sense.
🎤 - Top 5 favorite bands?
The most of the songs I listen to are sung by individual people so I suppose this doesn’t really count.
🎶 - Top 5 favorite songs?
I don’t particularly have any favorites but I suppose I could just list the first five songs that come up on shuffle to substitute.1. Claude’s Girl by Marika Hackman2. Afraid by Neighborhood3. Tag You’re It by Melanie Martinez4. Gasoline by Halsey5. Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly
😒 - Biggest pet peeve?
When people get out of their seat but do not push their chair back into the table upon standing.
📝 - Story from your childhood.
Once when I was younger Dirk convinced me that the computer mouses turned into actual mice during the night and would nibble and bite me if I got too close. He even went as far enough to pretend that he, himself, had been bitten before and described it as the worst possible thing that could be experienced. I, being still young and naive, was too terrified to go on the computer for months until Bro finally got Dirk to knock it off.
💬 - I wish…
I wish I could make people happy.
‼️ - Something you’ll change?
The dorm policy on having no pets whatsoever. I’ve had to turn away many cats because my landlord refuses to allow animals in his premises.
💦 - What makes you horny?
When I make a cone out of paper and attach it to my forehead I am horny.
🌟 - A wish you’ll wish for?
I’d wish for a raise, maybe. That would be nice.
🔥 - Something spicy you like?
Spicy chips are always a favorite of mine. Except for “Spicy” Doritos. Those are satanic creations that deserve to be burned because of how terrible they taste.
👃 You hate the smell of ….
Garlic. It is such a pungent scent I absolutely despise it.
👊 - Something you hate?
Do I count?
🚶 - Are you single?
The last I checked, yes I am.
💬 - Can we text?
Sure. Though, I’d imagine it would be a lot easier to text if you were off anon.
💌 - Fan mail me?
Does fan mail even exist anymore? Or has it been lost to the void of perpetual Tumblr updates?
💍 - Marry me?
Whoa, there. Take me out on a date first.
💘 - Be my tumblr crush?
What, exactly, constitutes as a “tumblr crush”?
💭 - Favorite foods?
I am particularly fond of cinnamon buns, actually. The scones at work are also rather nice with a cup of coffee.
☀ - Story about your day.
My day consisted of me waking up, checking my phone, writing my reports, forgetting to eat, loitering on social media, and going to work. A fairly inactive day.
💘 - Top 5 celebrity crushes?
I can’t say I really have any.
🎥 - Top 5 favorite movies?
In no particular order:1. 2001: A Space Odyssey2. 2010: Odyssey 23. I, Robot4. The entire Star Wars series5. Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
📺 - Top 5 favorite TV shows?
I think you will find that I do not watch many TV shows.
✏ - Random fact about yourself.
My left pinky is 3 millimeters shorter than my right pinky.
✈️ - Where are you from?
The planet Earth, I presume.
🚀 - Where do you wanna visit?
Outer space is and always will be the end goal for visiting locations.
😍 - Do you have a crush?
I actually do have an Orange Crush with me right now, excellent guess.
😷 - Something you hate eating?
Cold coffee is the food of sinners and heathens. To drink cold coffee is to commit sacrilege.
🙈 - What makes you shy?
I’m not quite sure I am the most qualified to answer this question as my answer will be nothing because I hardly ever feel shy.
💃 - Can you dance?
Being in the Drama Club, dancing is practically a requirement in all of our musicals, so yes I can.
💏 - Do you love anyone?
Perhaps. I haven’t decided yet, I’ll get back to you on that.
👟 - Favorite shoe(s) to wear?
I am rather fond of wearing my heels but it seems they are an unreasonable choice to choose when one intends to be rushing around all day.
🌴 - A island you would visit?
Japan is an island the last I checked so perhaps there so I can satisfy my weeabo needs.
🌎 - A country you would visit?
I’m not quite sure, they are all the same amount of boring to me.
🌀 - Favorite type of weather?
Clear skies and bright stars are the best type of weather to have.
🔮 - Do you believe in luck?
Not entirely. Everything that happens is for a reason. One thing causes the other. There is no such thing as luck.
📱 - What kinda phone do you have?
I own a smartphone, obviously.
📅 - Favorite time of the year?
Early spring is rather nice because the weather is still cool but not too much.
📚 - Career goal you want?
I would love to end up working for a major astronomy based organization.
🍴 - Favorite food(s) to eat?
As I stated before, cinnamon buns are a rather nice food I like to eat.
🍭 - Favorite Candy?
I favor just about any type of chocolate. It is the food of the gods.
🍇 - Favorite fruits?
Cherries are nice but I don’t get to eat them all too often.
🚘 - Dream car(s)?
I’m not particularly interested in specific car brands. I prefer to travel by the bus or subway. It suits my purposes better than owning an actual car.
🚔 - Have you ever been arrested?
Once I have. I attended a college party for the first time in my freshman year. Little did I know, the party hostess were notorious for causing trouble and before I knew it there were sirens and I was throw behind bars. Dirk wasn’t too pleased to have to come retrieve me from a prison cell three hours away from his home.
🚑 - Have you ever driven in an ambulance before?
Three times. Once it was because I forgot to feed myself for an extended period of time and literally collapsed from malnutrition. Another was because I had picked a fight with the wrong person and ended up severely messed up. The last was because someone had gotten injured and I rode the ambulance to accompany them to the hospital.
🎫 - Do you have a license?
I’m almost ashamed to admit that I do not. I never bothered to take the time and pass the test.
🚼 - Do you have or want kids?
Absolutely not. Children are horrible monsters filled with screaming rage and idiocy.
🔞 - Are you under 18?
No, I am actually over 18. Would you look at that. Who would have known.
🐶 - Do you own a pet?
Unfortunately I do not.
😔 - Something that makes you sad?
The lack of cats in my apartment is always saddening to see when I come home from work.
😡 - What pisses you off?
Many things, really. For the most part, deliberate ignorance is particularly grinding on my nerves.
😏 - What turns you on?
Wouldn’t you like to know? ;)
😈 - Are you a freak?
What does being a “freak” mean, really?
💪 - Do you work out?
Absolutely not. I despise anything involving physical activity.
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