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[nerdy-novelist017]

Little Bunny (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)

First time writing fanfic in years but what can I say? I see Austin Butler smoking a cigarette and giving Bedroom Eyes™️ and I'm suddenly a poet. Enjoy!

Part 2 here

Word Count- 2.7k+

Summary- Being surrounded by loud motorcycles, drunk bikers and hungry eyes was not something you'd ever experienced before. Neither was the intense blue gaze of a certain blonde biker.

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You didn’t belong here. That much was obvious. You in your white dress blowing softly around your thighs from the summer’s evening breeze. You in your kitten heels sinking into the mud beneath you. You . . . holding your Tupperware filled with homemade cookies. You felt the eyes of just about every person there burning into you as you walked across the grassy field, trailing slightly behind your friend as she made her way to the picnic benches in the center of what looked to be a makeshift race track. 

This is not at all what you pictured when Kathy had told you last night about a cookout and race she was going to. She had said that it was hosted by one of her friends in a club and that you should come to. You were just going to gently shoot her proposition down, but with one of your New Year's Resolutions being to push yourself to be more outgoing and attempt to break the shy vice that often gripped you tight, you reluctantly agreed. In a pathetic attempt to get the nerves to go away, you were up all night baking, something you found to be therapeutic as it gave your hands a task other than nervously tapping on something. Kathy didn’t specify what kind of club she was in, but she was always friendly and outgoing so you really had no idea what to expect, going in blind. When she made a comment about your choice of heels for the environment, you raised a brow, offering to run back inside to change. 

“Don’t worry about it,” she had said as she grinned at you from behind the wheel. “I think the club is goin’ ta love you.”

Standing here now . . . you would have never guessed this was the kind of club she was a part of. Sure, you noticed how her clothing changed some and she smoked a lot more, but seeing her interact with these bikers was shocking. She was like a different person. No, not different. She was still the same Kathy you had been friends with since 8th grade. She was just more confident now.

“Hey, who’s your new friend, Kathy?” someone called from your left. You glanced over at the many sets of hungry eyes that raked over your body as if they were a pack of wild dogs and you were a small rabbit. Your eyes widened as you looked to your other side to find a crowd gathered there too. “Introduce me to your little friend.”

“Fuck off, Richie,” Kathy called out nonchalantly, not even sparing them a look. You quickened your pace to be right on her heels, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the possibility of being left alone to these people.

“Kathy, I–I don’t think I should be here,” you whispered but if she heard your words, she ignored them. “When you said club, I was expecting a–a book club or something. . .”

“Don’t be silly.” She glanced at you over her shoulder, a smirk capturing her features. “I didn’t think I belonged neither, but look at me now. ’Sides, this club is way more fun than books, trust me.”

Before you could protest anymore, she led you to a table and you nearly collided into her when she stopped abruptly, your eyes still jumping around to the leather jackets and grime covered faces. You move to stand beside her, attempting to grab her arm and signal that you wanted to leave but she didn’t meet your gaze. Instead, she pointed a finger at the man sitting in the middle, legs spread leisurely, cigarette hanging from his mouth. 

“This is Johnny, he runs this club,” she introduced, moving along down the line. “That’s Brucie and his wife Gail. This big dumb idiot is Cockroach.” He throws a beer cap at her but she ducks out of the way. “That’s Cal and Corky behind them. . .”

With each member she introduced, you felt your courage sinking further and further into the ground. They each (including the woman) had an air of intimidation that screamed don’t fuck with me. Their leather jackets and ripped jeans hardened their appearances and you felt extremely out of place with your perfectly curled hair and manicured nails. They looked like people your parents had warned you to stay away from your entire youth. Growing up with difficulty making friends has left you somewhat naive and you’d never been around a crowd like this.  Yet suddenly, here you were, a helpless gazelle tossed directly into the lion’s den. Your heart pounded in your chest and you’re sure every person here can hear it echoing off the metal bikes surrounding you. 

“. . . and that’s Benny,” she finished and nodded in the direction of the person on the furthest left. Your eyes travelled up his long legs which are stretched out over the seat, up to where he’s sitting on the table. Your gaze lingered for a moment over the cigarette smoke pluming from between his lips before finally locking with his, and it took your breath away. It was like all the boys you had ever known in life, the ones you had been out on boring dates with, were just that – boys. This was a man. That was evident in his furrowed brow, his dark and unreadable expression, the way his piercing gaze moved from your face down to your toes and back up again. Trouble, his aura screamed, run far away from me. And you desperately want to grab Kathy’s arm and beg her to take you home, but she’s already moved away, making her way over to a cooler of beers, leaving you standing before them like an offering. You think maybe she had asked you if you wanted one before she left, but it’s hard to hear anything over the pounding of your heart in your ears, and even harder to focus on anything besides not breaking the intense eye contact the blonde in front of you was maintaining. 

“Whatcha got there?” someone from the table in front of you asked and you blinked, snapping back into the present. 

Benny had never seen anything like you. He watched from his seat atop the table as you blinked down at your pink Tupperware bowl. You looked like a doll freshly plucked straight from the box, every hair perfectly in place and not a speck on your pretty dress. The thought of running his hand up your thigh and dipping beneath the hem of that pristine dress, leaving a smudged trail of grease along your clean skin corrupted his mind, setting his teeth on edge with desire. The sun was just beginning to set over your left shoulder casted you in a warm glow that seemed almost ethereal, a picture of innocence and unspoiled charm. Your eyes, almost comically wide, glanced back up to him only for a second before moving to the others to find the owner of that previous question.

“Cookies,” you said so softly that Benny could barely hear you from where he was. And he knew then and there that he was a goner. 

The familiar pop of a motorcycle backfiring echoed through the air and you practically jumped out of your skin at the sound. You were just a little bunny, he mused, a smirk pulling at his lips. In one smooth motion, he pushed himself off the table, flicking the rest of his cigarette butt to the ground and stood to his full height. Driven by a fervor burning deep in his belly, it only took him a few strides before he stood in front of you, close enough to smell the sweet perfume you were wearing, close enough to see the blush tinting your face, close enough to touch you.

“What kind of cookies?” he asked in a low voice, hoping not to scare away this little bunny.

You glanced over your shoulder towards the parked cars and, for a moment, Benny thought you might try to book it, but then you moved your chin back and suddenly you were gracing him with your beautiful gaze again. He noticed the slight tremble of your slim fingers as they removed the lid and held the bowl out in an offer. In that moment, the air seemed to crackle with an unspoken connection, a promise of worlds colliding. No, he’d never seen anything like you.

“They’re chocolate chip,” you replied, eyes fluttering to the middle of his chest to avoid eye-contact. 

He lifted a hand slowly, dipping his head in an attempt to catch your eyes once more. He waited patiently until your gaze fluttered back up to meet his before he raised a brow in question. You gave just the slightest nod, and he dipped his hand into the bowl, retrieving one of your cookies.

You were locked into place, knees weak and head swimming as you watched him bring your cookie up to his lips. You wanted to look away, hell, you wanted to run away. But you couldn’t. You were drowning in his ocean eyes, unable to breathe as he bit into the cookie. Your gaze dropped briefly to his mouth as he swiped at it with the back on his hand, the muscles of his forearm flexing beneath tanned skin.

“Take her for a ride, Benny!” someone shouted from behind him and you suddenly remembered the rest of the group.

“Show her how to ride, Benny!” More egging. You took a hesitant step back, holding the bowl to your chest as if it would somehow deflect their teasing. You peeked around Benny trying to get Kathy’s attention, but she’s already sat down at another table, conversing with a small group of women. The women looked just as mean and tough as the men and you swallowed the lump forming in your throat. You take another step backwards. This was a mistake. You should have never come here. You needed to go home. These people – these animals – would eat you alive. The idea of just walking home crossed your mind briefly. But you were miles from your house, and you weren’t exactly sure where you even were – some farmhouse out on the other side of town. You needed to get Kathy aside to ask her to drive you home. 

“You ever been on a motorcycle before, Little Bunny?” Benny asked you, his voice hushed and almost drowned out by the razzing from behind him.

Your brow furrowed at the nickname. Was he making fun of you? Daring to look into his ruggedly handsome face again, you attempted to read his expression for any signs of malice. Surprised to find something kind swirling in his eyes, your lips parted to say something, but the words were stuck in your throat. “Mm-mm,”

He flashed a glimpse of his white teeth with a secretive smile as he took a step closer. “Can I be your first?”

“What?” Suddenly your mouth felt as though it were filled with cotton. 

He nodded over at the lineup of motorcycles to your left and waited for his question to fully sink in. You tilted your head, wondering if the double inuendo was intentional or if everything that came out of his mouth dripped with an underlying sensuality.

Trouble, trouble, trouble. That word rang out in your head like a siren, attempting to warn you and that’s when you realized that there wasn’t an ocean in his eyes. It was a blazing fire. There was a fire in his eyes and it threatened to burn every complacently comfortable thing inside you, threatened to burn every perfectly built wall surrounding your heart. 

You shook your head. “No, thank you. I don’t like going fast and I know that’s what you . . . bikers do.”

Was that a polite response? You weren’t sure because the smile on his face grew despite the fact that you just declined his offer. Any time you’ve ever rejected a man’s offer, they’d frown, grumble under their breath and walk away. But this man — Benny— just stood there, sliding his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket, tilting his head slightly as he stared down at you with a smile. He was confusing!

“Excuse me,” you muttered as you sidestepped him, quickly approaching the picnic bench Kathy had migrated to. Your cheeks burned as a few members of the crowd whistled. You set the Tupperware bowl on the table and several hands dipped in to retrieve the goods as you planted yourself next to Kathy. 

“Is this a gang?” You whispered to your friend and she laughed into her beer bottle. Since when did she drink beer?

“Gee, that Benny sure is a hunk, huh?” She deflected your question as she raised an eyebrow at you suggestively. 

Feeling his gaze still burning into you, you didn’t risk a glance back at him. “I don’t feel comfortable here, Kathy.”

“Do you want a beer?” She asked as she placed a cold one in front of you. 

“No,” you replied quietly. “Can we go now?”

She sighed. “Alright, fine. Can I finish my beer at least?”

You nodded but your relief was short lived when another biker woman sat down from across Kathy and began talking with her. Agonizing minutes ticked by. You drummed your fingers on the worn wooden table top, watching as Kathy sipped leisurely from her beer. Someone shouted as the racing bikes fired up, startling you. That’s it. 

“I’ll wait for you in the car,” you told Kathy and ignored the disappointment on her face as you stood and spun. You halted in your tracks when you find Benny still standing where you left him, still watching you. You kept your head down as you walked past him quickly making your way to the car. 

Weaving in between other cars and motorcycles parked in the far field, you breathed a sigh of relief when you made it to Kathy’s car. Once sitting inside the passenger seat of her pickup truck, you slammed the door shut behind you. Embarrassment burned your core and you groaned as you brought your hands up to cover your face. They probably thought you were some niave girl who was afraid of her own shadow. And you probably were but you clung to the slight relief that you would never have to see any of these people ever again. 

You jumped at the knock on your window. A tall figure stood outside your door and your heart jumped into your throat as you scrambled to roll down the manual window. Benny stooped over and held up your pink Tupperware bowl. 

“You left this.” One side of his mouth quirked up. “I’d say they were a hit.”

You glanced down at the empty bowl in shock. You had baked two dozen cookies and they were gone within minutes of leaving it on the table. A smile tugged at your lips at the thought of someone appreciating your hard work. “Thank you.”

You reached for the bowl, fingers brushing softly against his. A jolt of electricity traveled up your arm, through your chest before settling hotly in your lower belly. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as he lowered himself to lean against your door, arms resting over the window frame. His eyes roamed over your face as if he were trying to memorize every detail. Your mind struggled to find something to say to him to get him to go away but all thoughts were halted in their tracks as his eyes found yours again. Instinctively, you felt yourself leaning in a little closer to him, your faces only inches apart. 

“Can I at least give you a ride home?” His gravely voice broke through the thick silence. 

“Kathy is—” you started as you glanced over his shoulder to the direction of where you left your friend. Your words died on your tongue as you noticed her surrounded by a small group now, a fresh beer in her hand. 

Your gaze returned to him and you felt heat creep up your neck. “I—I’m wearing a dress though. . .”

“I’ll be sitting in front of you. Nobody will be able to see anything.” 

You fixed him with an incredulous expression before looking away. Silence settled between you again and you waited for him to walk away. Only, he never did. He just . . . waited.

"Are you just going to keep asking?" you griped as you turned to look back at him.

"I like to think of it as more of an offer." There was a teasing undertone laced in his words and you narrowed your eyes at him to keep from smiling.

“I won’t drive fast,” he said softly and your heart fluttered at the gentle promise. 

Trouble. Your head still reminded you even as you found yourself getting hypnotized by the intense blue of his eyes, so close to yours. Despite the sincerity in his eyes, there was still that darkness, that fire that burned through. That burning fire, threatening to cover a dark past. And you could see it, there was a dangerous undertone in that fire. Trouble, and yet you couldn’t hide the smile as your fingers reached to open the door. 

This fire you needed to touch — at least once, just to see how hot it truly burned. 

[layla4567]

Hello there! I love your May The Force Be With You so much that I am requesting one! Here’s mine: The reader calms Cal down when he is using the Dark Side (During Jedi Survivor near the end when he’s chocking Lan Denvick) but you choose the reader calms him down.

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Pairing: Cal Kestis x Fem reader Summary: Cal seeks revenge by using the dark side of the force against the hidden base of the Imperial Security Office. You arrive just in time before he does something crazy Warnings: Blood, violence, fight, chocking, spoilers of jedi survivor, angst but fluff ending kinda (If I forget something let me know) A/N: This is my first request, sorry for the delay, btw I had to research the game to write this lol

Cal walked with sure and furious steps towards the base, wielding his saber that now shone bright red ready to attack anyone who crossed his path. The red light contrasted with his green eyes and gave him a menacing look, Cal wanted revenge, to avenge the death of his friends and his seething anger toward embracing his dark side. You stayed on the ship praying that nothing bad happens to him or that he doesn't cause a lot of blood to flow. You understood Cal more than anyone and how painful it is to lose a loved one, especially when they had already lost someone before.

Finding Lank Denvik sitting behind a command desk, Cal approached him with BD1 slung over his shoulder. The redhead's gaze showed no compassion or patience.

"Cak Kestis"-Lank said

"Listen carefully, deactivate the alarm system now"

"Or what? You're a Jedi, I know what you're capable of and what you're not capable of."

Denvik took out a blaster that he had hidden but Cal was faster and took it out of his hands thanks to the force. The freckled man took out his own gun without stopping pointing it at him.

"On the comms. Now"-The redhead said impatiently and intimidatingly, knowing that one mistake and he would just have to pull the trigger.

After deactivating the alarm Cal explained that he was there because of Bode, and saying that he found him thanks to a tracker. Unsurprised, Lank, as if accustomed to her pathetic carelessness, simply casually commented that Bode's reports indicated that the two of them had become quite close since Coruscant. Cal's gruff expression softened slightly as he lowered his gun slowly, something in his brain clicking, as if his gears had been set into motion.

"You were the one who sent him to infiltrate my team.."

"That's right, he was my weapon for a long time, he was very effective. Not like those armored idiots in the inquisitorious"

"So it's true, Cere died because of you"-Cal's gaze became hard as steel again as he gritted his teeth.

Lank leaned forward in his seat. "No, there are still months until Operation Jedha"

"You're lying!"-The redhead used force by clenching his fist to push Lank's back against his seat and immobilize him.

"The empire burned the archives led by Darth vader!!"

"Lord Vader? I have to stop this while I can"

The man approached the commandos again but Cal extended his hand firmly and pushed him back again in anger.

"Don't you understand? He lured you here to destroy me! They're coming! I'll be a dead man unless-"

The redhead clenched his jaw, tired of listening to him speak, without thinking twice he drew his fist towards his chest and Lank's head hit the table making a thud. Cal looked at him with a sullen expression, the only thing he felt was displeasure for that man. With his black inquisitor suit, to go unnoticed, he decided to head towards where Bode was always with his droid at his side. When she arrived she saw Bode's daughter Kata packing her bags, the little girl explained that that was what her father had told her to do because they were supposedly going on a trip. At that moment Bode entered the room, when he saw Cal his muscles tensed, the redhead took a step with a predatory look in his pupils but Bode extended his hand in a stop sign and explained his past. That he was a Jedi Knight assigned as an undercover agent during the Clone Wars. Bode also talked to him about how he met his wife and they had Kata and the deal with Denvik. Cal let his guard down a little at Bode's story but that was his only mistake. Using force, Bode pushes him making him fall on his back and escapes with Kata and the compass alerting the imperials.

Cal, flushed with anger and with dilated pupils, leaves the room without being able to stop Bode and his daughter, just at that moment dozens of imperials are preparing to shoot him. Cal wields his saber embracing the dark side and faces the soldiers, dodging and blocking each blow while with his red saber he cuts the armor and flesh of the Imperials. He is an unstoppable beast, like an enraged bull he cuts the skin and impales several imperials without much difficulty, the desire for revenge and anger moves him as if he were carried away by a wave or ocean currents. Memories of all the people he received love from and then lost came to his mind. He no longer knew how to differentiate between anger and sadness, a whirlwind of emotions debated inside him but an emotion stronger than the others surfaced and won everything. Hatred.

Meanwhile in the Mantis

You and Greez were waiting for Cal to finish his mission. Since you were used to fighting you already had your uniform and your blaster on your belt, you nervously felt it to know it was still there. Greez reassured you by telling you that Cal knew how to defend himself and that he would be fine, but Cal knowing how to defend himself is exactly what worried you. Many times you had seen him succumb to the dark side of the force and you had to hug him so that he would return to the light, you hoped that this time it would be different, that Cal would not make too big a massacre. But you couldn't blame him, if he were you you would have done the same, he was just hurt and he needed to somehow vent those feelings into something to make sure Cere's death wasn't in vain.

Suddenly a roar and screams shook the Mantis and made the ground vibrate. You two had to hold on to your seats to keep from falling to the ground. You looked at Greez with concern and fear, you had to get out of there as soon as possible. After the tremor passed you jumped up from your seat and headed towards the exit of the ship. Greez stopped you screaming

"Wait! where are you going!?"

"I need to find Cal, he's the one causing this."

You adjusted the blaster to your belt and were about to leave when he grabbed your arm firmly, you turned to look at him with a frown.

"No, no no wait! Don't do anything stupid. Trust him"

You removed his hand with a distressed gesture.

"You don't understand, he is in contact with the dark side, he has no self-control. I am the only one who can stop him!"

Before Greez could say anything you jumped off the ship, landing on one knee on the cold floor of the base and ran like hell. Greez yelled something at you but you didn't listen, all you thought about was finding him. You ran and ran with your hair flying in the wind wishing it wasn't too late. At your sides there were imperialist soldiers on the ground dead and bleeding, you looked away in horror.

"Please don't let it be late"-you prayed in a low voice without stopping running

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Cal continued massacring soldiers, he was breathing heavily and his hair had stuck to his sweaty forehead from the effort. The lightsaber gave off red sparks like fire and hummed with every cut and movement, the freckled man did not notice the fatigue, the hatred and aberration he felt was like pure adrenaline injected into his veins and drove him to continue attacking no matter what. When there was no more imperial, Cal, breathing like a rearing horse, deactivated his saber. You were still running around the corpses when you finally saw him, you felt your heart beat out of your chest and with slight relief you trotted towards him. Cal saw you and a look of surprise wrinkled his forehead, he didn't expect to see you there.

"Cal!"

You shouted his name as you quickly approached him with a small smile and great relief, at least he was still alive. You were not even a meter away when your smile faded and with horror you saw how Denvik was approaching Cal from behind with a blaster in his hand.

"Watch out behind you!!"

The redhead already saw it coming, so returning to his sullen and enraged gesture, he unsheathed his saber and blocked the shots with ease while he attracted Lank with the use of force, preventing him from moving. Cal raised his saber and held it tightly dangerously close to the man's neck, the red glow shining on Cal's face and giving him a menacing look. You closed the distance between you and Cal and came to stand close to him at his side, scared of what he might do.

"Come on Jedi, if you're going to kill me, do it now. Do it!!"

But Cal had other plans. He put his saber away and raised his clawed hand, levitating Lanken as he writhed and put his hands on his neck, coughing. Cal was choking him.

"Cordova, CERE! THEY ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!! And now you're going to pay for it..."

Lank was beginning to cough and gasp for air, his face was turning slightly purple while his eyes wanted to pop out of their sockets.

"Cal, enough is enough..!"

Your cries of fear and anguish were words inaudible to Cal as if they had been carried away by the wind. He couldn't listen or even reason, he only had eyes to see Lanken die, the man who made him suffer so much and took away his friends, his family. Cal's gaze fell on the man's face as it went from violet to pinkish red, and a slight grimace of satisfaction crossed the redhead's lips for a moment. Cal seemed to enjoy his suffering, using force was much more pleasant than if he had impaled him with his saber, a slow and painful death was what Lanken deserved. You, horrified, placed a hand on Cal's tense shoulder, hoping he would listen.

"Cal listen to me, I'm here, please don't do it. Don't become a murderer like him."

Cal didn't seem to listen, he just kept seeing his enemy, you tried to attack from the other side.

"Do you really think this is what Cere or Cordova would have wanted? Prove that you're better than him."

You grabbed the freckled man's cheek, forcing him to look at him. He looked back at you, blinded by fury, but you didn't care.

"Cal look at me, this won't make them come back, please come back to me, I'm begging you"- you cried.

The redhead's face softened and he released Lanken who fell abruptly to the ground while holding his chest and coughing and retching. For a moment Cal seemed to come back to himself, as if a blindfold had been removed from his eyes and his gaze softened, once again showing that sweet and gentle look that made his green eyes shine with heavenly intensity. He looked around as if seeing it for the first time, realizing the damage he did, feeling a little guilty under the sad sight, you approached him and rested your forehead against his, grabbing his cheeks gently.

"It's okay, it's over"

You rubbed your forehead against his like horses would and then hugged him tightly, burying your face in the crook of his neck, not wanting to let him go again. He sighed, holding you and he relaxed his body as if you had lifted a great weight off of him. As you slowly peeled yourself away from the hug, you noticed that his eyes were watering. You tenderly wiped away the tears that surrounded his cheek with your thumb. You understood Cal's pain more than anyone and you didn't want him to suffer alone because he wasn't alone, and he never was. You gave him a sweet kiss on the lips to reassure him and assure him that you would always be by his side supporting him and then feeling slightly better he gave you a shy smile, the one you missed seeing so much.

"Let's go back to the ship, Greez must be worried"

You told him as you placed a hand on his back and you both walked tiredly towards the Mantis.

[sableon]

How my day went today!!!

8:30 am : woke up

9:20 am - 10:40 am : walked the dog

11:30 am - 1:30 pm : gym

3:00 pm - 3:45 : showered and shaved legs

4:00 pm - 5:00 pm : worked around the house / did laundry

6:00 pm - 7:30 pm : ran errands / shopped

8:30 pm - 10:00 pm : put clothes away / packed for trip

10:10 pm - whenever I sleep! : tidy up room and work on job test process

Goals met :

Be out of bed before 9 am ✅️

Go to the gym ✅️

Drink lots of water ❌️

Fast the entire day ✅️

Shower / shave legs ✅️

Do laundry ✅️

Run errands ☑️ *didn't return library books

Clean room ⭕️ *in progress

Clean bathroom ❌️

Job app. process ⭕️ *in progress

Stats :

Cals consumed - 0 cals 🎉🎉🎉

Cals burned - 1,005 cals *may be more or less, calories burned in the weight room were a guess

Steps - 12,930 (not including gym activities)

And that's all for today! If you've scrolled this far thank you so much :D

*All pics are from pinterest

[vivienne-28-love]

July 30th, day 17

🧋Meals of the day🥙

🥜Breakfast

• Pavesini cocoa biscuits - 96 cals

🌽Lunch

• Corn and Pepper Salad - 300 cals

• Lemonade - 13 cals

🍅Dinner

• Salad and cherry tomatoes - 100 cals

• Pavesini cocoa biscuits - 96 cals

Steps taken: 4.468

Calories burned: -125 cals

Total: 480 cals

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These days I feel like a fat girl, I find it hard to calculate the calories of what I eat because I don't prepare them as usual and in addition I feel I have eaten more than normal, even if in my estimates in theory no. I think maybe I'm not doing enough, for example I don't do workouts, I just HATE gymnastics, I rather walk or run slower and I still struggle to find the time, I'm always from side to side and doing a thousand things different, it's as fun as it is exhausting (right now plus the second thing), then my desire to eat these days is relentless, I've been to my boyfriend's house and his house is full of temptations of all kinds, it's not like a my house which is 80% vegetable and dietetic stuff, his house is full of junk food, in fact I much prefer to eat at my house, where I can also avoid lying constantly about what I eat, because at home mine is enough for me to say I don't eat and they don't care, I make stupid excuses and they believe it, while at my boyfriend's house it's much more difficult. I'm now on my way home but it's a long and tiring journey, I just want to eat a whole pack of chips and then vomit them, too bad I can't vomit on command (I've already tried it)

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[floripire]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE(S) SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

@founderscouncil's jed is a big one, considering i came up with flori after reading about one of ace's wanted plots. i also like @d3adthings' pj and flori together because i think they'd be great. also, @ofvalor and i made flosie a thing - josie and flori - and i love everything about them. there is also @fatecrafted's werewolf, sylas priestly, who i love. sweet werewolf himbo who comes from a huge pack and has a lot on his shoulders. @loetise's allie is also someone that i very much adore and consider an otp for flori. platonically, flori loves the anti squad (mia, loren) so fucking much. she'd fight, die and kill for them. they are her family. they're my platonic otp for sure.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

flori's in her late teens, early to mid twenties. so i would prefer to ship with muses in that same age range.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

when the clothes come off and stuff below the belt gets mentioned. i may rb nsfw posts on here but i mostly write it out on discord.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

sorta kinda? i mean, ideally i would love for our muses to have chemistry but truthfully? if you're okay with it, i'm okay with it. so long as we keep each other in the loop about it. i've said it before and i'll say it again: i'm here to write and have a good time and i would like that to be the case for both/all of us.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

bear in mind, this is me throwing characters out there that i would think go well with flori - this is not me saying this should happen asap: - xavier thorpe - scott mccall - kira yukimura - maybe even liam dunbar - tory from cobra kai - hawk from cobra kai - michelle jones-watson - mcu!peter parker - mcu!harley keener - across the spiderverse's hobie brown - any of the 1996!yellowjackets ladies - olive stone - season 4!cal stone - tj morrison - apollo burns - juan ruiz - tilda weber - jack morton - alyssa drake - lilith bathory - hamish duke - randall carpio - tally craven - abigail bellweather - scylla ramshorn - raelle collar - your oc(s) and i am forever patiently waiting for the day where someone picks up colton gobbo as a fc so we can ship together lmao. look at how he looks at her in the gif.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

just let me know that you'd like a ship and we can get the ball rolling. see #4 for more information.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

i'm ship obsessed! not just about my own but about your ships as well. if we're mutuals and you've got a ship going? chances are i will ask about them. prompted, unprompted. i will love them as much as you do, i can assure you that.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

heck yeah!

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

tvd: bonnie x happiness, first and foremost because bonnie's my girl. bonora has always intrigued me. klaroline seems fun. steroline. forwood. i've also read a couple of tylena fics here and there. i could see bonnie x elena x caroline. also bonnie x caroline. i haven't read as much bonnie x elena stuff yet, i don't think. to: i've always been a huge fan of gia x elijah and i will mourn the fact that they weren't endgame forever. i also ship @witchfirst and @savagevillain's characters together. legacies: i shipped emma x alaric for a minute before i jumped ship to dorian x emma who are, imho, superior. when it comes to the students, these are my ships: josie x rafael, mizzie, mizziethan, hosie, hafael, handon (as written out on the dash by my mutuals, specifically because i'm not as much of a fan of them in the show), handosie (forever mourning the fact that they did not go there), i'd be cool with hizzie too. cleo x kaleb. kaleb x jed. i shipped both kaleb x alyssa and jed x alyssa. and also kaleb x alyssa x jed. i was also - and mind you, this was way before cleo was even introduced - a big lizzie x kaleb stan. josie x jed is also adorable. idk if jed x lizzie was ever a thing but i'm putting them on the list also. jed x hope. cleo x hope. ethan x hope. hope x maya. i wanted more for finsie to be honest. brock x wade has always been a beloved crackship of mine; they never talked in the show but in my head, they are in love. dana x sasha x connor; sasha x connor; dana x connor; dana x sasha.

stolen from @witchwrld & @seesgood

[undead-bluejay]

Day 16

840 cal in

226 cal out walking

Okay, I found out why I'm burning fewer calories on my walks. My last 2 walks I took with my bf, and apparently I walk slower while talking to him lol.

Anyways, I still had a good day! I've been packing lighter lunches (100 cal or less) and trying to save more cals for dinner. I need to get more Halo Top UGH.

Goodnight, girls, gays, and theys.

[fabledenigma]

In the Source Link, you can find a complete gif pack of Imani Lewis in Netflix series First Kill, episode one.

Imani plays the role of Calliope Burns, a supernatural hunter trying to earn her way in the group her family hunts for when she meets Juliette Fairmont. Juliette turns Cal's life upside down.

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Target Warning - Teen Angst, Family Drama, Horror, Supernatural

Source: FabledEnigma

[fatalitysficbakery]

Runaways. Calliope Burns x Black Fem!Reader

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; Mentions of abuse, manipulation, favoritism, etc.

Synopsis; You and Cal have had enough.

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—The air humid, mist hanging thick in the air, two figures stand behind a jam packed SUV with suitcases almost bursting through the back. Their hushed tones are hurried and their banter tense with the situation at hand. For so long they’d been controlled and living in the image of their families legacies for so long, the thought of leaving seemed impossible until now.

“It’s not gonna fit. We’re going to have to leave it”.

A heartbroken sigh leaves the lips of one of the figures as they nod, a tear sliding down their eye.

“Yeah I know…Let me just get everything out of it first, please? If I can’t bring the entire thing, I-I want the pictures and jewelry”.

“Of course. I’m sorry, love” Moving the others hair from their face, they kiss their forehead before giving them a moment to mourn the loss of their most beloved possession.

↳

The music box had been the last thing Y/n inherited from her real father, the only Fairmont she knew that had never cared much for the entire traditional vampire thing, he wanted her to live as her true self and had no qualms of showing it; It’s why he left. She didn’t know specifically where he’d gone but he’d left her the music box with letters, pictures, and jewelry. He kissed her forehead, and made her a promise.

For the longest, she’d cherished that music box as the thing made her remember she was different from her controlling family members whilst hoping to one day break away and search out that promise her father made her.

The music box meant the world to her, and it was the reason she knew she had to leave.

The pink and golden box was indeed not a small music box, her mother would scoff at the sight of it everytime she entered girls room. At first it was only snide remarks, pettiness that reminded her of her mother’s narcissism and simply why her father had to leave her behind.

When she met Calliope, it had turned from smart remarks to a tool of abuse for her mother and golden child of an older sister. They at first only threatened to take it away if she kept seeing Cal —something she took with a grain of salt, until that day.

Being caught with your forbidden girlfriend was bad, but being caught with your forbidden girlfriend by your controlling abusive narc of a mother, and your yes man of a sister? That was worse. They’d dragged her home, sat her down, forcing her to watch as Elinor took your music box and berated her as she sobbed for hours, begging for it back.

—

“Hey, I’m sorry we had to leave it”. Cal squeezes your thigh in comfort. You looked out the window, trying to will yourself not to cry. Not in front of Cal, you thought. You knew why you had to leave it, but nothing comforted you more than the nights spent listening to the music whilst going through pictures of you and your dad.

“We had to. I know we had to. I’m just…I stole it back just to leave it, Cal.. That’s the last thing of my father I had” She sniffs, mumbling against the sleeve of her sweater, “We had to leave our phones, we had to work for this. I’m fine”. You told her, mostly reminding yourself in a hushed mantra.

~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~ + ~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~

I remember clearly when hunting went from being my favorite thing to the most dreaded part of my days. How I longed for my first kill, to rid the world of what I thought was evil. I had never considered it wasn’t as black and white as I thought until I met Y/n. The battles between good and evil had now become a line I felt both sides could cross, and it I saw it be true in ways that terrified me. The vile, greediness of a hunter seemed just as bad as a vampires greedy lust for blood —I, now, saw more than a cause in my families eyes; they were thrilled to be killing and could do it with a smile, yet the monsters we fought were the evil ones.

When I met Y/n, it was all so clear. I looked in the mirror and I saw a greed in myself I didn’t like. A bloodthirsty evil that had been instilled in me since I could walk. As young as 2, I could walk into a room and see weapons and trinkets from old huntings. Souvenirs of a kill. The day I cheered with my family after killing someone else’s (no matter the species), I knew I couldn’t live like that anymore. I couldn’t live knowing killing was something for me to cheer about.

I had to go.

—

“Do you ever wanna do something besides hunting”?

Truthfully, after she’d outed Y/n and I to my parents, I didn’t understand why I was asking Tess this. She valued hunting more than anything in this world, and I knew this would raise red flags to her but…Maybe that’s why I said it. I knew soon, this would be the end.

Her eyes shot up from her phone and I could feel her judging me, reminding me I was an outcast in my own family.

“Not this shit again. They killed my parents, Cal. Open your fucking eyes —They’re monsters”.

But were they? Or were they just trying to survive?

I fiddle with my nails, mumbling to myself, “But We were trying to kill their family too…”

I could feel Tess’ eyes burn a hole through me, and I knew she’d probably run and tell my parents, my brothers —I no longer cared.

~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~ + ~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~

Before the day we left, Cal and I had been planning for months. We barely got to see each other but we’d meet up once a month to secure things for the day we’d leave. We had to get jobs to pay for new phones because ours were too easily tracked. We had to buy new wardrobes so our rooms would be left untouched. We started decorating an old cabin my father had, one not even my mother knew about.

I’d spent so much of my life feeling different than my family; taking blood pills to feel normal, to not take my cravings out on the innocent. My family wanted to be monsters, they wanted the thrill of killing humans —Especially Elinor.

I had to fight for my spot in the light, always in her shadow, being compared to her was something that made me the insecure shy girl I am currently. Elinor was my mothers doll, shaped into the image of her own reflection; she could do no wrong, but I could.

The fact I didn’t want to kill was laughable to my mother, and she let me know it constantly. How shitty a legacy vampire I am.

I needed to be a monster or I was a failure.

In the eyes of Calliope Burns, however. Me not being a monster was something I should take pride in, to be proud of. I could be me with no judgement.

It had never been so easy to choose to run away with someone.

—

After 22 hours of driving, you and Cal finally arrived at the cabin. You knew your family would be aware of your disappearances by now, and you wondered if your mother or Elinor would even care —Or would they be happy that the weakling was gone? The one who tarnished their legacy with her disdain of tradition?

Similarly, Cal wondered of her mothers reaction. Of her dad and brothers. Of Tess. Would they be relentless in finding her or would they finally let them be?

Snapping out of her thoughts, Cal is confused when she sees a figure on the porch of the cabin —tapping Y/n.

↳

“I know you’re not still sulking about that…hunter. We have someone much more suitable for you to meet, and they’re your own kind”.

“Yeah, baby sis, and I know how much you like girls. Picked her out myself”.

Margot and Elinor open your room door, expecting to see you still sulking about your little girlfriend, and plenty ready to mock you for it. Forcing you to do what they want once again.

Instead they found a white envelope on your bed, neatly wrapped in a golden ribbon.

—

“W-where is she”!? Talia’s voice trembled, looking at Tess with eyes watery and her voice quivering.

Tess flinches, holding up a note to Talia who shakes her head, immediately knowing. Guilt rushes through her as she begins to read.

“I love you. I love you mama, I love you dad, and I love Tess, Apollo, and Theo. That said, I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t feel truly human in a family so happy and willing to kill without thinking twice. Swearing it’s on moral grounds based off closemindness and a rivalry that started long before my birth. I’ve watched and participated in savage killings, saying it’s to protect humanity while grinning and taking souvenirs. Killing others families under the guise of protecting mine. Truth be told…Neither side is innocent, but Y/n is. Y/n makes me happy. Y/n isn’t a monster, and you all can’t seem to understand that —The more you control my life, the more I’m pushed away. I believe in not judging others before seeing their heart…At least that’s what you taught me, mama. Right? Keep an open mind?

You won’t be able to find us, and I suggest you don’t. I’m not coming back unless changes are made…I can’t keep distorting my reflection in the mirror for a legacy I never asked for. I want to feel my humanity again —Let me be human again.

I love you.

-Signed, Calliope.”

Talia finishes reading aloud for the family as a tear drips down her eye. The air is thick, and there’s a moment of silence before Theo speaks.

“Well!? Come on we have to find her”!

Grabbing the keys, there was a commotion as everyone left for the car. Begrudgingly, Talia follows with no hope in her heart; knowing her daughter like her own heart, she knows it’s futile to search.

They won’t find her.

~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~ + ~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~

Y/n looks out the window in disbelief. It couldn’t be. Nearly falling out of the car, she runs up to the figure with tears immediately falling down her cheek.

“P-papa”!? You throw yourself into his arms to which he holds onto your tight, kissing your hair.

Cal watches in happiness. She hadn’t seen your smile since you’d gotten your music box taken that night.

“Hey Little Dove”.

↳

I stared down at the paper in disbelief, the Fairmonts had a strong, all powerful family that dealt in dirt and blood whilst hidden in plain sight. I had to push Oliver out after seeing what a weakling he was —But Y/n? I had to admit, although she was weaker than Oliver, I had a soft spot for my “cute” baby sis. She couldn’t harm a fly let alone finish her first kill in time for the ceremony. Ever the goody 2 shoes. I didn’t expect this, and by the look on our dear mothers face; neither did she.

“Elinor. Gather the others”. Mothers demands usually fell on deaf ears when it came to our relationship, but I could tell she was serious. So I did.

—

I scowled. Betrayal. First we’d lost Oliver and now Y/n was rebelling because of that hunter thing. I knew she couldn’t handle this, from the moment I’d given birth to her. From the moment Greg left and that god awful music box became the equivalent of a stuffed animal to a toddler for her.

“Hi mother, Elinor. I hope this finds you well after I’m gone. I don’t want to be found. I’ve been belittled and controlled in this family long enough. Time and time again my pleas of living a normal life seemed to go unnoticed —Forced to mask myself as the monster you molded Elinor into. Your little golden girl.

Truth is, I’m not a killer. I don’t want to go down the path you and this family have taken with horrible reasoning of it being tradition. For so long I’ve put on an act to please and obey you; smiling and trying my hardest to be the legacy vampire you wished I would be.

I know why my father left. I bet you thought I didn’t. Do you remember the night he left? You scolded me for coming home late, and the next day you found me listening to the music box…You looked disgusted with me. I could never forget that look.

That night dad took me to the lake, we had a picnic and watched the stars —He read to me one last time, and then he broke the news. How you tried to mold him into the husband you so desperately wanted for the validation of your mother. The source of how your narcissistic personality came to be, no doubt.

He told me everything, made me a promise, gave me the music box and dropped me off before he’d disappeared.

From the time I was a toddler you’ve controlled every aspect of my life, compared me to Elinor, and drained me of the happiness I once knew. I was your doll, I filled the place dad had left purposely. You always did pride yourself on being nothing like your mother —You ARE your mother. You’ve transferred the abuse she gave you and sent it back to me tenfold. You’re that monster you always wanted to avoid turning into, Margot. How does it feel?

How does it feel to know you’re just like grandmama? That I left because I couldn’t stand being in that house with you anymore? With you and Elinor? Whose just the same as you and grandmother.

Try to find us, and you’ll regret it.

Give my regards to grandma, oh wait… Well. Have Sebastian tell her for me.

-Your Loving Daughter, Y/n.”

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she’d be back, groveling at the feet of the Fairmont family to give her another chance. I should’ve known she was a weakling.

Just. Like. Her. Father.

~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~ + ~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~

Spending time with my father was like the old days, he’d promised to come back and now that he was here in the flesh, I had so much curiosity in my heart.

He played candyland with Cal and I and seeing him get along with her was the most beautiful view. For once I felt as if I was in a space of comfort where I could be myself without worry of judgement and the nitpicking of my every choice. I still felt the bitter sweetness of being away from my family, however. A tug in my chest that kept telling me I needed to go back; I was happy for once. Happy to be away. Yet the guilt ate at my soul like a buzzard to a Bambi’s corpse.

My dad saw the look on my face, and asked Cal to give us a moment. For the first time in years I sat in my dads lap with my head cradled to his chest —I was his little girl again, to be protected from the harshness of this world.

“Did I make the right decision, Papa”? I asked meekly, looking up at my father, no doubt still seeming like an 8-year-old in his eyes.

He sighed.

“Bubble. I made a promise to you, you made a promise to me. I promised I’d come back and you promised me to never end up like your mother, her mother, or her sister. It was sooo hard for me not to scoop you up and take you with me, but I never stopped watching over you…Protecting you”.

My ears perked up in confusion, looking at him with my eyebrows creased in confusion. He nods in return, booping my nose like old times.

“I was always near, watching to see the young woman you’d become. I knew you’d never turn into them, sweetheart…It’s not you, and I am so proud of you for that. I saw you’d found Cal and knew it only a matter of time before it was time for me to hold up my end of our promises; getting to witness the new you in reality? That was all I needed”.

I could feel my eyes watering, I could feel every emotion from sadness to anger at the world coursing through me —all I ever wanted was my dad to see me now and say he’s proud of me. I sob into his neck, leaving a mess of tears and snot on his shirt. He rubs my back and says the five words I’d been aching for.

“I’m proud of you, Bubble”.

↳

You see forbidden love stories and wonder when it’s your turn. You sit around reading the novels and daydreaming of something you think is impossible. With you and Calliope went through reminded you that it was the two of you against the world.

“We made the right decision, right”?

Cal chuckles, tilting your head to look at her, smooshing your face in her hands and pressing a kiss to them.

“The fucking best”.

~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~ + ~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~

A/N: for dré because dré supremacy is so real.

[justabigassnerd]

You've got to be more careful

Pairing - Cal Kestis x reader

Word Count - 780

Warnings - mentions of injuries, angst, guns, mention of death

Summary - Cal hates it when you get injured

A/N - wow I've risen to write my first request in ages! I'm sorry for taking so long. Again, no excuses just me listening to Myles Erlick music and watching High School Musical: The Musical: The Series a crap ton (maybe I'll start writing for hsmtmts characters...). I apologise in advance if the quality is shite I'm getting back into writing fics again but I'm doing my best it's just been a while. Anyway's I'll stop rambling and please send in requests and enjoy!

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“y/n, are you okay?” The worried voice of your boyfriend Cal Kestis cuts through the air as you lay on the forest floor of Kashyyyk after having been attacked by a group of Stormtroopers. They were the last unit of soldiers left on the planet and two of them managed to land a shot on you, one blaster bolt hitting your left leg and the other grazing your right arm.

“I’m doing just fine Cal, thanks for asking.” You say sarcastically as you attempt to sit up, groaning as you do so. You hold your right arm with your left before having to let go to use your left hand to push yourself into a standing position. Seeing you struggle Cal is over to your side in an instant, wrapping your good arm around his shoulder and hauling you to your feet. He then bends down to pick up your lightsabre and attaches it to his own belt to prevent any further injury happening to you.

“Let’s go back to the ship. I’m pretty sure we got them all and even if we didn’t that doesn’t matter right now because I need to patch you up.” Cal says, glancing at you before helping you limp your way back to the Mantis.

Upon your arrival to the ship, you were immediately ushered into your room where Cal sat you down on your bed and asked BD-1 for some bacta which he gave to the Jedi.

“This will probably sting a little.” Cal says, applying the bacta to the wound on your arm, apologising quietly when you hiss in pain.

“I think a little was an understatement there Cal.” You grumble through clenched teeth. You weren’t meaning to be snappy with him, you were just in pain, and the bacta stinging your arm wasn’t helping. You bite down on your lip as Cal moves to apply some bacta on your leg, wincing as the burning sensation spreads across the wound. Once Cal is satisfied that the wound is clean, he starts to bandage you up, being careful not to injure you further by putting too much pressure on your wounds.

“Thank you, Cal.” You say when Cal finally sits back, satisfied with his work.

“You’re welcome y/n.” He replies, a smile on his face as he begins to pack the medical kit away. You both remain silent for a minute or so, the only noises being the rustle of the bandages being put away and BD-1’s quiet whirring.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you Cal. It just hurt… a lot.” You say, apologising for your treatment of Cal during the patching up.

“It’s okay y/n. You’ve got to be more careful, those Stormtroopers really caught us off guard and if they hit anywhere else you could’ve…” Cal trails off, unable to finish his sentence because of the thoughts in his head.

“Hey, those troopers can’t shoot straight to save their lives. Those two just got super lucky.” You say, trying to assure Cal that you’d be okay and that Stormtroopers aren’t going to be what ends your life.

“Troopers are what killed Master Tapal…” Cal manages to say, making you stop and stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out what to say.

“Cal… what happened to Tapal isn’t going to happen to me, or you, or Greez, or Cere. We’ve got each other’s backs and we’re going to get the Holocron and make sure the Empire doesn’t find out about the force-sensitive children.” You say, taking Cal’s hand gently, smiling softly as he looks up at you, concern written all across his face.

“You can’t promise that.” He says quietly, his eyeline moving from you to the floor.

“I know I can’t, but I can promise that I’ll be there for you until the day I die. I’m not leaving you until this world tells me otherwise but that won’t be for ages. I got you watching my back.” You say softly, smiling as Cal lifts his gaze to meet yours once more.

“I love you.” Cal manages to say after a brief silence.

“I love you too.” You reply, leaning in to kiss him quickly. You both pull away from the kiss with a smile on your face which only grows when BD-1 hops on the bed, trilling happily at the two of you as you laugh.

You knew the fight against the Empire was going to get tougher, but you had Cal by your side every step of the way. The Empire better know that they’re in for a fight against the two of you, because you weren’t going to back down until they were defeated.

[space-mermaid-writing]

The Anchor - Chapter 8 [Doctor Strange x Reader]

Summary: Every Sorcerer Supreme has an anchor. Someone whose magic is compatible with theirs, ensures that he is additionally protected and prevents him from falling prey to evil forces. You grew up in Kamar-Taj and studied the Mystic Arts there, but then you traveled the world looking for a more quiet life, a life away from magic and superheroes. When you return and meet the new Sorcerer Supreme, it soon becomes clear that you share a special connection.

Tags: Slow Burn, Reader is a master of the Mystic Arts, Magic!Reader, spells and magic

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Chapter’s Notes: No Beta this week. I‘m actually looking for a new one. DM me if you can help me out.

Also I recommend the Song Hellhound by Shawn James. It does not quite fit the pace of the chapter, but I love it and listen a lot to it when writing this part.

Chapter 8: Hellhound

You dodge the attack of the hellhound and then place your hands on the asphalt floor. With a short spell, the surface begins to soften, and while you remain on solid ground, the animal sinks in with its legs.

Baring its teeth, it howls and snaps at you. It has to use a lot of strength to move forward, and you gain a little time.

You need to lure the hound to Strange so that you can take care of this problem together. Ideally, you'll send it back to where it came from.

You step out into the street, directly into the field of vision of the Hellhound, who is now redoubling his efforts.

The animal looks really scary, its saliva black and slimy. Definitely not recommended as a pet, you think, and wrinkle your nose in disgust.

The beast reaches the edge of your spell and sets a paw on solid ground. You create a portal behind you and leap through it and sideways out of the way as it follows you through.

You roll off the ground and are immediately back on your feet, dodging a second hound that snaps at you from the other side. You stumble a bit, and the beast uses this to attack you again.

Way too late you raise your arms to protect yourself, when golden ropes wrap around the troublemaker and pull him back. He braces himself, baring his teeth and flinging his black saliva at you.

Above him in the air, hovers Stephen and uses all his strength, pulling the beast backwards with the magical ropes.

You hurry to get out of reach and climb onto a bus lying on its side abandoned by its driver and passengers.

"Thanks," you call out to Stephen. He doesn't answer as the hellhound is rearing up, throwing itself on the ground, rolling around, and generally doing everything it can to get free. A bumpy ride for the doctor ensues.

You realize that this hound also has half-open areas on its body, especially on its neck and front legs. There is also a third one whose entire right side is black burned. Concerned, you keep an eye out for civilians who might be targeted by them, when you realize that you've switched to the mirror dimension.

At least one thing less to worry about.

"If we keep the pack in one place, I can perform a ritual to send them back to hell."

Stephen appears floating in mid-air next to you. He has given up on the rodeo and looks grim as he creates a dome-shaped barrier around the hellhounds. It won't last long.

"We need more people for that," you reply, shaking your head. Your arm is scraped and bleeding, but not bad enough to worry you. "I can't take care of all three of them at once and keep them from eating you during the ritual... unless…"

"Unless what?"

"I have an idea, but you won't like it. Can you make sure they don't kill me for the next two minutes?"

Without waiting for an answer, you sit down and speak a longer conjuration.

Strange moves in another direction, but you are too focused to hear his muttered complaint.

Smoke forms around you, briefly obscuring your view, and the familiar smell of sulfur rises. A moment later, you have a warm snout on your face.

"Will you help us, Cal?" you ask the Levion, standing up to pat his neck. "It's urgent, so we can't negotiate for the price, but you'll get a bucket of innards later. I promise."

You get a sneeze in response. That will have to do and you swing onto his back. Now you're much more mobile and a less easy prey.

Callum jumps down from the bus, and you steer him, as best you can without his harness, toward Stephen, who is still busy with his dome.

"I thought there’s a rule against conjuring the Levion in a city," he growls.

"Sorry, I can't hear you under all that noise of panic and destruction," you shout back as you jump on the ground for a moment to repeat the 'the ground is lava' trick from earlier.

Instantly, all three dogs sink their legs into the softening asphalt.

"Okay, I've got them. You can start."

Since you're in the mirror dimension, any damage is inconsequential. Using magic, you retrieve car parts and pieces from buildings to build a fence all around where the magical dome was just seconds ago, hoping to keep the animals inside like a herd of sheep.

Callum, meanwhile, moves in circles around them so you can secure all sides equally.

Strange hovers in the air, sitting, and has begun reciting in a demonic-sounding language with his eyes closed.

You pay no attention to him, as you have enough to deal with the pack before you. One hound fights its way dangerously close to the edge of the field, despite its sunken legs. Callum snaps at him and growls menacingly, whereupon all three hellhounds burst into loud howls.

You steer your mount to the opposite side, create the same glowing golden ropes as Stephen did earlier, and pull the beast back to the center, causing it to fall to the side and now sink in with its body. That's good.

You repeat the whole thing on the next hellhound, which is also about to fight its way free.

"Hurry up, Stephen," you mutter, because you can't keep all three at bay forever.

Fortunately, Strange's incantation is already having an effect, as signs of a ritual circle form on the ground, from which small flames are now flickering.

It's time to send the beasts back to their hell dimension.

You create a shield on your left fist and hit one of the dogs on the snout with it, while Callum bites it in the neck at the same time. The creature yelps and recoils, stepping into the flames. Immediately the yelp turns into a growl, and with horror you see the animal's black saliva start flaring up. Smoke is rising from the nostrils of the others as well.

"Oh crap!"

You forgot about that. You quickly back away as a jet of fire lands where you and Callum were standing two seconds ago.

Another hound aims upward, and you throw your shield up into its path – almost like Captain America. It gets hit, lights up, and then disappears. But Stephen remains safe.

The Sorcerer Supreme has his fingertips together and stretches his arms out to the front. His movements are fluid, and his voice grows louder. Another pair of eyes appears on his forehead, blood red like the eyes of the beasts he is about to banish.

You do your best to intercept the fire of the furious hounds.

Then suddenly they sink even deeper, this time through Strange's work. The flames flare higher and blaze brightly, and then the hellhounds are gone.

It's over.

You breathe a sigh of relief.

You slide off Callum's back and pat the still growling Levion's neck until he calms down.

"Good boy. You've earned your treat."

Stephen floats down beside you, his face now looking normal again with just two regular eyes.

"That was a ride," you say to him. "Do you know how they got here?"

"There was a portal in that parking garage over there when I arrived." He points to the building you tore pieces from. "I sealed it right up, but the question remains as to who opened it."

You nod. Callum sniffs in Stephen's direction, who has kept his distance, eyeing the Levion suspiciously.

"He wants you to thank him," you explain to Strange. "After all, it’s thanks to him, you and I didn't get grilled.”

Strange furrows his brows. "You want me to shake his hand, or what?"

"Sure, that’s a start."

He looks from Levion's two extra claws to his gloves, then hesitantly extends a hand. Callum takes a step toward him, but the Cloak of Levitation wraps around the outstretched arm to protect Strange.

He listens to it and pulls his hand back, to which Callum bares his teeth. You quickly step into his field of vision, drawing his attention.

"He doesn't mean it," you say to the Levion, petting his head until he's calm again. "I'll send you home now, and later we'll meet in Kamar-Taj. There you'll get your reward. What d’you say?"

He nudges your shoulder, and his ears wiggle. "That's what I thought. See you later."

It’s easy for you to transport him back to his own world. Then you turn to Stephen, who has been watching you.

"I'm really knocked out. Let's clean up over here and then go to the Sanctum," you suggest.

He nods in agreement, and you leave the mirror dimension to step back onto the streets of the real New York, which looks far less destroyed.

Strange undoes some major damage, and hopefully the authorities will take care of the rest. After all, there's an entire department that specializes in that.

You're far too tired to walk the few blocks home, so you create a portal. And back in the Sanctum, you drop into the nearest chair.

"Whew, I forgot how exhausting it is to save a city."

Strange also looks tired, but he still cuts a fine figure doing so. It’s the same when he fights, you’ve noticed. It makes him look younger, more alive.

You yawn, glad he can't read your mind.

"You're hurt," he suddenly says.

Your eyes fall to your right arm with the bleeding scrape and you notice that half your sleeve is torn off and a few scratches have been added.

"Nothing serious," you wave it off, but he approaches anyway and sits down on a chair that appears out of nowhere next to yours.

"Take off your jacket," he says.

"You should save that for the bedroom," you joke, but push the fabric off your right shoulder, fully exposing your injured arm. You wear a sleeveless shirt in a similar color underneath, all in Kamar-Taj's signature layered style.

A regular first aid kit appears next to Strange, from which he takes a few things.

He disinfects the wound and also wipes off the dried blood from the rest of your arm. Then he puts a bandage on the arm.

"That should do it."

"Thanks, doctor."

You smile gently. With magic your arm would be like new in a few moments. Maybe you'll even try your old healing spells later. But it's nice that he's taking care of you.

That's when Wong enters the room.

"Where have you been?" you ask him, not without reproach.

"You had the situation under control," he merely explains, then turns to Strange. "No comparable incidents elsewhere. Seems to have been a one-time incident."

Stephen nods and leans back in his chair. He magically creates a stool to put his feet up. "Good." Apparently he doesn’t plan on moving anytime soon.

And though you want nothing more than to lie down and sleep, you still have a promise to keep.

"Do any of you know a good butcher?"

~~

An hour later, you're standing on one of the smaller training areas with a sandy floor, Callum at your side. You haven't bothered to change out of your torn robe.

While you sit on the sand and eat a pizza you got yourself, the Levion digs into the promised bucket of innards you brought him. It’s still fresh, and blood drips off his mouth and onto the ground.

You're glad to have a solid stomach, because it's kinda gross.

Afterwards, Callum curls up at your side, and you pat him with one hand. With the other, you make sure the last slice of your pizza stays out of his reach.

"Good boy! You did a great job today. Showed those hellhounds who the alpha is, didn't you? No, that's my food!"

You push back Levion's little extra claw, which he uses to sneak a nibble of your food. He makes an annoyed sound.

"Didn't you have enough? I went through such trouble to get you the best parts from the butcher.”

You rub his belly and he contentedly puts his little claws on your arm, clawing a little. It scratches your bare skin, but only on the surface. Nothing you can’t endure with some willpower.

"I'm sure you'll make friends with Strange. He's actually quite nice. A bit like you: hard shell, soft core. And even deeper inside, unpredictable."

Callum sneezes because sand has gotten into his snout.

"Yeah, I know," you reply, "We'll go on a ride again next time. But today I'm too tired for it."

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Tagging list: @calsjack, @onebatch--twobatch

[skinniexminniexo]

Breakfast-

nothing

Lunch-

watermelon 🍉 60 cals

Trail mix pack 🥜 100 cals

Dark chocolate square 🍫 50 cals

Dinner-

Kofta 75 cals

Molokhia 60 cals

Total : 345

Did some weights in my home gym

& barre class at the gym

Walk while carrying my 25 lbs 1 year old son for about 40 minutes

Idk how much I burned but I was dying in the barre class…lol

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

Twenty-Seven Steps, Chapter 8: She’s An Investor [October 1974]

Series summary: Callahan is an American living and studying in London. When Freddie befriends her and brings her into Queen’s inner circle, she finally learns what it’s like to have a family. But love and loyalty aren’t always black and white, and Calla must navigate conflicting desires and obligations as she accompanies John, Roger, Brian, and Freddie through their interwoven lives.

Chapter summary: Freddie sets the record straight.

Chapter warnings: Language, mild violence.

Link to chapter list HERE

“Guess what.”

“Um...you’ve impregnated someone. No, multiple someones.”

“We’re going to America.”

The phone slipped out of Calla’s hands. She fumbled to grasp it as it bounced on the cord. “You’re what?”

“America, Cal!” Roger’s voice was positively triumphant. “Reid got us a tour of America! Killer Queen is already getting nonstop radio play, I’ve heard it three times today, it’s going to be huge!” 

Calla covered the speaker with her palm and screamed into the empty apartment, jumping up and down. Freddie had been kicking around lyrics to what Roger derogatorily referred to as “The Gelatin Song” for years; but once it finally came together, all Rog could see were dollar signs. Killer Queen had smash hit written all over it. And it could carry Queen’s soon-to-be-released third album, Sheer Heart Attack, into the charts.

“I’m so happy for you, I’m so happy, I can’t believe this!” Calla struggled to catch her breath. “When? When do you go?”

“We leave in six days.”

And that hit her like an avalanche. She would lose them again, Calla knew. From here on out she would always be losing them: to France, to Germany, to Austria and Italy and Spain, to America, to the world. The higher Queen soared, the farther they would land from her.

“Come with us,” Roger said.

“What?”

“Come to America with us. We’d all love to have you there. You’re an American, you can be our tour guide, teach us about the culture, help us better connect with the fans...make sure we avoid the dodgy bits.”

“Well, there are lots of those,” Calla observed solemnly. “I can’t go to America, Rog.”

“Sure you can.”

“No, really. I can’t.” She could feel her throat starting to burn, her eyes blurring with tears.

“Quit your job,” Roger said. “God knows they’d love to be rid of you and your erratic scheduling. Give up your apartment. Sell your stuff, or put it in storage...I can front you the cash if you need it. Come on the road with us.”

Calla stammered, trying to find her words. “You...you can’t mean that. I can’t burden the band that way. You’re barely hanging on.”

“The money will roll in!” Roger said confidently. “It’ll come, don’t you worry. In the meantime we’ll make it work. You’re no great hardship. You don’t eat much, and you don’t smoke, and you don’t need nearly as much booze to be falling down drunk. And if we can make room for that tosspot Paul then we can make room for you.”

Calla smirked into the handset. “I hope this isn’t some elaborate ploy to get me to sleep with you,” she said, not at all seriously.

“Well, I’m willing to pay, but I think intercontinental plane tickets would be a little steep.”

“Does anyone else know about this grand idea of yours?”

“We’ve already discussed it. Green lights all around.” Then he added: “Well, Paul’s opinion doesn’t matter.”

“EMI’s opinion does matter.”

“Freddie’s matters more.”

Calla’s fingers twirled around the spiraled phone cord. “Are you really sure about this, Roger?” Despite herself, she could suddenly see it all, flickering through her mind like a movie reel: midnight milkshakes at Midwestern diners, dragging equipment onto stages in Miami and LA and New York, introducing the boys to the wonders of Waffle House, fans screaming in accents that she could recognize.

“Pack your damn bags, Yankee.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Darling, we can’t do it that way live,” Freddie pointed out. “Take the pitch down a notch. Speed it up a bit there...yes, right, good, now let’s go again.”

Roger chanted: “Faster, faster, faster!” John spun around in a circle, stepping lightly over the cord that bridged his bass and the amp.

Brian rolled his eyes but obliged, the sixpence he used instead of a pick dancing over his strings.

Queen were squeezing in one last rehearsal in the London studio before the tour. Calla was dabbing paint over a crack in the wall where Roger had hurled a chair a few days ago; if management noticed it, they’d bill the band. Paul was sitting on the couch, gnawing at his fingernails like a rodent, glowering at her.

Calla didn’t hate Paul because he was gay. She’d figured out his orientation pretty quickly, and suspected that the others had as well, though it wasn’t something they discussed. Calla had no malice towards people like Paul; in fact, her heart ached for them. Being different was always difficult, and for the son of Irish Catholics? She couldn’t imagine the secrecy and pain his life would be shrouded in. No, Calla didn’t hate Paul because he was gay; she hated him because he was a sycophantic parasite, and a jealous one at that. Brian, Roger, and John felt similarly, though they didn’t see everything that she did; they didn’t see the way Paul watched Freddie like he was a carp to be gutted and forked piece by piece into dripping mouths.

“Where is she going to sleep?” Paul asked. The music halted.

“What was that, Paul dear?” Freddie said.

Paul pointed his rolled-up newspaper at Calla like an archer taking aim. “Sleeping arrangements?”

“I won’t be sleeping on the bus often,” Roger said. “She can have my spot.”

Brian rolled his eyes again. Calla wondered how he didn’t sprain them.

Freddie waved his hand impatiently. “We’ll have two buses, right? One for us and one for the equipment? That’s plenty of room to spread out in. If we have room for roadies, we have room for her.”

“She’ll weigh you down.”

“You think Calla will be lounging around eating bonbons all day?”

“That’s strictly under my purview,” Roger quipped.

“She’s cleaning up our messes as we speak.” Freddie gestured to where she knelt by the now-nearly-imperceptible crack in the wall, rolled rag in her hands. “Calla’s always made herself useful. She’ll do the same in America.”

Paul snorted and propped his feet up on the coffee table. “It’s a mistake”

Calla rose and approached him. The others’ eyes tracked her, like rabbits watching hawks. “You’re so kind to be concerned,” she said. “I’m just a weak little girl after all. I’d be much better off if you made all these pesky decisions for me.”

“I think you’d be better off not on tour.”

Calla laughed. “Bold words from somebody who no one wants there.”

“Freddie wants me there!”

“How many people do you think there are in Queen?”

Paul stood and towered over her. His eyes were dark and seething. On the periphery of her vision, Calla could see Roger walking towards them. John and Brian unslung their guitars.

“Do you know what happens to loud-mouthed bitches in Belfast?” he asked her, circling. “They get black eyes.”

“I’m just shocked you can handle that many syllables at once.”

Calla turned to walk away. Instinctively—it must have been, because it happened so quickly—Paul struck out and shoved her into the wall behind the couch. Calla heard shouts firing out as she collided with the wall, pain exploding through her forehead and wrapping around her skull. She yelped and felt for the couch, lowering herself into the cushioned seats. Her right hand came up to her face, searching for blood.

The world went black, then flashed into color again.

Instantaneously, Paul was pinned against the wall, his feet kicking eight inches off the ground, Roger’s right hand hooked under his jaw. Paul screamed soundlessly, clutching at his throat. Roger’s voice was deep and searing.

“Touch her again and I’ll fucking castrate you.”

“There will be no castration in this band,” Freddie said. He lit a cigarette and placed it between his lips. He sounded so nonchalant that one could make the mistake of thinking he didn’t care; but Calla knew it was de-escalation he had in mind. If this didn’t get walked back soon, it would be a firestorm. And Paul wasn’t just a prick. He was an EMI employee. “For once in your life play well with others, Rog.”

Roger released Paul and he collapsed to the floor, gasping.

John rushed to Calla, gripping her shoulder and running his thumb gently over her forehead. It throbbed wildly, but she could feel that it hadn’t split open. “Are you alright?” he asked, his eyes seeking.

“Fine, fine,” she said, but the room was lopsided. “Just give me a minute.”

John sat beside her, elbows resting on his knees, glaring at Paul. “You must feel so brave, beating on women half your size. Where’d you learn that, your father? You didn’t even need to empty a few pints down your throat first. Well done.”

John did that sometimes; he’d say things so abrupt and cutting that they almost hurt to hear. He had never directed that talent towards Calla, and she hoped he never would. Brian looked on with his arms crossed.

“Calla is one of us, Paul,” Freddie said. “You’ll treat her with the same respect you show me.”

“I don’t get it,” Paul said venomously, standing and rubbing his neck. Bruises were flaring there, dark and irregular. “What makes her so fucking special? What even is she? A roadie, a friend?”

“She’s an investor.”

Paul recoiled. “A what?”

“An investor,” Freddie repeated. He locked eyes with Calla from across the room.

Don’t, she mouthed, holding her head in her hands.

“She helped finance our first record. She’s been financing us for years, actually. In return, I’ve promised her ten percent of my personal earnings—whenever it is that we start seeing earnings, anyway—in perpetuity. She deserves to see her investment carried out to fruition.”

All eyes were suddenly on Calla. The silence was deafening.

“Is that true?” Roger asked her.

Calla stared at Freddie, shaking her head. He grinned unapologetically at her. “Well I didn’t want it advertised, but yeah.”

“Cal!” Roger cried out, laughing. He soared to the couch and dragged her to her feet, embracing her.  

“Careful,” John said, but he was smiling.

“You did that for us?!” Roger said. “Really? As if I needed another reason to love you!” He spun her around, the tips of her toes skating across the linoleum floor.

Love? Did he just say love? Calla’s thoughts whirled dizzily, like moons around Saturn.

“Roger, Rog please,” John pleaded.

“Right, right, sorry, are you okay? I didn’t give you an aneurism, did I?”

“That’s not how that happens.” Brian came to her, long arms outstretched. “Thank you, Calla.” He hugged her tightly, his massive cloud of hair tickling her nose and cheeks. Paul was standing on the other end of the studio, watching them. Freddie whispered something to him, and Paul nodded. He wasn’t scowling; he looked thoughtful, maybe even tactical. And Calla didn’t like that at all.

“Okay,” she said as Brian pulled away. “Okay that’s enough, no more thank yous. Everyone can repress these fond memories and go back to not knowing anything about it. Thank you kindly.”

Another wave of pain rocked through her. Before Calla could stop herself, she winced and touched her forehead.

“Alright, darling,” Freddie said, spiriting to her side. “Time for you to go drown yourself in ice and Tylenol. Get some sleep. We’ll see you at the airport on Friday, bright and early. Wear something fabulous. I’ll bring the polaroid.”

“Fred,” Brian said, “no one dresses up to fly anymore.”

“It’s a milestone, Brian!”

John grabbed Calla’s jacket off the couch and handed it to her. “I’ll walk you home.” She gazed at him, and her mind went blank, and it had nothing at all to do with hitting her head.

It was only then she realized that since Paul had pushed her, John hadn’t left her side.

~~~~~~~~~~

Chrissie knocked about in the kitchen, slamming cabinets open and shut, dropping mugs noisily on the counter. It was about as subtle as the D-Day invasion.

“I know this must be difficult for you,” Calla said. Her apartment was nearly empty; only the kitchen was left to box up.

“What? You mean the fact that you’re going with the band to America for three months while Mary and I sit at home waiting for the phone to ring? Oh, that. Yes. Difficult might be the right word.”

“Chrissie, I’m going to be working,” Calla said quietly.

“Yes, there’s room for you. Because you’ve always been there to talk music with them, something I could never do.”

“There’s more to it than that.”

“Yeah?” Chrissie pitched a glass into the sheet of newspaper she was holding and began wrapping. Calla watched her, knowing it was fear and not spite talking.

“Do you want to tell me what you’re really upset about?”

Chrissie sighed, setting down the glass and resting her hands on the countertop. She looked up at Calla with glistening eyes. “I know what musicians do when they’re on tour.”

“No, Chrissie, no. Brian wouldn’t. That’s not him.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he’s too moralistic not to beat himself up over it afterwards but not too good not to stray in the first place.”

That hit close to the mark, and Chrissie could read it on Calla’s face.

“He won’t,” Calla said, willing it into truth. “And even if he did, Chrissie...that wouldn’t mean that he doesn’t still love you.”

Chrissie gaped at her, her eyes scorching. “Really, Calla? And are you keen to be fucked around on? That’s why you’re not with Roger, isn’t it? You don’t want to join the list of infinite girls he’s been with. Try to count them sometime, it’s like trying to number the fucking stars.”

“I’m aware of that,” Calla said shortly.

“I’m sorry,” Chrissie said, burying her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, Calla. I’m just so scared.”

“I shouldn’t have said that. It was brainless of me. I do that, I don’t think things through before I say them.”

“No, you don’t. You’re blunt. And I’ve always liked that about you.” Chrissie wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “I don’t mean to take this out on you. Really, I don’t.”

“I understand.”

“I want you to have an incredible time across the pond,” she said, smiling faintly. Her face was flushed and glowing in the golden light of the lamps that speckled the floor, the desks and tables they once lived on long gone. She was so beautiful. “I want you to see it all, to take pictures, to help Queen be the best they can be. And then I want you to call me and tell me everything. And remind Brian to call too.”

Calla laughed. “I won’t have to remind him, Chrissie.”

Chrissie bundled Calla into her arms. “Good luck over there,” she whispered. “Take care of them. I would say especially Brian, but I know you can’t do that for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know he’s not the one you’re in love with. God, that smooth, blond, womanizing demon. He’s going to be the death of you.”

“You’re right. I love one of them.” Calla drew back. Her voice was raw and trembling. “But it’s not Roger.”

[elf-in-the-mist]

TW:ED

TW:ED

today i ate:

2 slice of frozen dominoes pepperoni and pickle pizza 323 cal

Silk - No Sugar Added Soy Milk, 1 cup 80 cal

Coffee, 4 cup  no cal

1 mini pack of cadburys animal cookies 120 cal

total: ..532 cal

sorry if this foods deppressing af ive not cooked in a few days now n cba, half my fridge has rotted rly dont wanna go near it tho lol im a disgusting goblin lady judge me i need it lmao

im going on a 30hr fast at 8am, im off to go for my last hr walk ready to sleep thru the first few hrs. then after ive finished tht im gonna do another 25hr fast this is pretty much what i did last week and i lost weight dunno how much cos ive gotta replace the battery in my scales but hoping i can lose more. ive been measuring each week and ive lost like 5 on my hips n belly and 4 off my waist. i want a 25 inch waist eventually. im at 30 atm. i wanna see if i can get there by next week

My Rules for this week:

1) ...walk for at least 3 hrs a day, in two halfs or three. burns around 600 cal

2) ...food wise only veg and protein plus soy milk, no more that 80g of carbs

3) ..No more than 800 cal each feeding window

4) ...20 sit ups, 30 push ups 2 min plank and 50 squats daily

5) ...3 cups of water at least a day (ive not been drinking any, all i have is black coffee or soya coffees all day lmao need to stop tht my kidneys are angry)

Ive not been walking so much but im sticking to the workouts n usually keeping it light so i can add more if im not as fatigued. n my bro got me a pizza n had to eat in front of him so i froze the rest n said i was full n he believed me so thts aceee. gotta put more effort in tho. im dumb af n my body hurts when i eat so hoping this massive fasting will help ease pain when i eat, take care of urself as much as is pos n drink lots of water <3 <3 <3

[vivienne-28-love]

July 19th, day 6

🍒Meals of the day🍒

Breakfast🧊

• Coffee greek yogurt - 110 cals

• Banana - 52 cals

Lunch🥙

• Vegetarian croquettes - 198 cals

• Salad - 56 cals

Dinner🍵

[Fast]

👟 Steps taken: 1866

🔥 Calories burned: -82 cals

Total: 334 cals

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Nothing out of the ordinary today, appetite bearable thanks also to the countless green teas. Compared to the first days now I don't feel too hungry anymore and I find it easier to refrain from eating, I think my body is getting used to a lower calorie intake and that's a good thing, because I remember the first two days were quite bad , especially the second one, I was very weak and I was also struggling to walk, but now everything is fine. Then a moment ago I weighed myself and the scale read 45.5 (100.3 lb) and I'm very happy about it, at least slowly I'm getting closer to my goal!! I also ordered today a pack of biotin to prevent hair thinning. So in conclusion very positive day :)

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[skybournerp]

Congratulations Cal, and welcome to Skybourne University! You’ve been accepted as your desired character Victoria Hernandez. We loved the headcanons you had for Victoria and your reasons for picking her. Be sure to set up your main account by our opening date, 5/19, and sent it to us with the ask box open so we can send you a link to the OOC blog. Also be sure to do everything on the new member checklist.

OOC INFORMATION

nickname: Cal time zone:  MST age: 22 pronouns: she/her contact: removed password: removed how did you find us?: the Seychelle Gabriel fc tag do you have any triggers that need tagged?: removed

sample in character:

“I’m telling you, Gabi, you have to visit some time.” Tori said as she puttered around the kitchen of her cramped apartment, doing her best to clean around the cat that had taken up residence in her sink. She didn’t mind the stray all that much—he seemed like a good omen, even if he was a big, black cat.

“I don’t know it’s so far away.” Her sister whined.

“Trust me, it’ll be amazing. I’ll take you to some of the super cool neighborhoods around here and I know this great little kitchen that makes the most amazing gumbo you’ll ever taste.” Tori said as she stroked the fur of the cat in the sink. “It’ll be so much fun, pleaaaaase? Please come, it’ll be so good to see you.”

“Okay, okay!” Gabi laughed. “I’ll ask Mom and Dad about it, but I’m definitely tempted.”

“Alright.” Tori smiled, tickling the cat under the chin as he purred. “Well, I should probably get to work. My client’s await.”

“Have fun!  Have fun predicting the torrid love affairs of the locals!” Gabi sang.

“It’s not always love affairs!” Tori protested but laughed all the same. “Bye, love you!” She said and hung up the phone. She flicked through her calendar as she idly scratched at the cat’s head, checking to see who her appointments for the day were. As Victoria read up on her client’s profiles, the cat hissed suddenly and swatted at her hand, drawing blood with its claws.

“Ouch!” She cried out, pulling her hand back, staring at the suddenly annoyed cat. Troubled, Tori grabbed her bag from where it sat by the window and put her crystal necklace on.  So many people had told her that it was silly to believe in the power of crystals, but the idea of purity and protection was definitely appealing to her, given some of the less than stellar things she had seen in some of her visions.

“See ya later, crazy.” Tori murmured as she headed out of her apartment towards her shop. As she walked towards her shop, a strange feeling of unease settled around her. It didn’t make any sense why—the only thing she was wearing was something of hers. Unless something bad was going to happen to her? Surely… surely she would have received some sort of vision sooner?

As she neared the door to her shop, she noticed passerby’s whispering in hushed tones, some of them glancing back behind them. And as she approached, she saw why.

“No…” Tori gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth. Glass, shards of glass littered the front sidewalk of her shop and there was a trail of destruction inside. Decorations had been obliterated by the path of the object that had been hurled in through the front window, now shattered on the floor.  Tori unlocked the door and ran inside, tears welling up as she tried to sort through the wreckage. Picture frames had been knocked over and—

Tori stared, wide-eyed, at the brick that lay in the middle of the mess. A paper was wrapped around the center, very clearly a message from whoever had sent the brick soaring through her front window. She reached out with shaking hands and pulled the piece of paper off, staring at the message. “I know what you really are. Pack your bags and leave or I’ll expose the truth.” She whispered. A shiver went down her spine as she stared out the window. Whoever was out there, they knew. They knew and she was… she was dead. All of her work, all of the time she’d spent scraping money together, the sleepless nights where she worried whether or not it would all work out… All for nothing.

Tori bit her lip and hurried into the backroom of her shop and collapsed onto the chair she used for her fortune telling. The second the door was closed behind her, she burst into tears, sobbing for the death of her dream.

Canon Character Information:

character name: Victoria “Tori” Hernandez

sexuality: Bisexual

major: N/A (Preselected as Business)

hero name (if up to roleplayer): N/A

secondary choice: Logan Reynolds

why this character?: I was intrigued by the fact that I haven’t really seen too many over-achieving characters who experience burn out, which is a very relatable topic to me. I also found her backstory for wanting to go to SkyU interesting because she doesn’t want to be a hero/hero support, she just wants to learn how to blend in better!

headcanons:

Even though she can predict the future and understands how genetics and science plays a roll into things, Tori is very much a spiritualist. She uses crystals, incense, and other seemingly “witchy” objects not only for the fortune-telling aesthetic, but because she genuinely believes that they have some form of power.

New Orleans is Tori’s dream destination; she honestly can’t imagine ever living anywhere else because it is a place that is so incredibly unique and strange.

One of her more unorthodox interests that runs counter to the hippy vibe that she often gives off is the fact that she is incredibly serious about accomplishing whatever task it is that she sets her mind to, whether it be dance, soccer, or even one of her more recent interests, which is mechanics.

Tori bought and repaired her own motorcycle when she left New Mexico. It was something that she always wanted and it represented the freedom that she craved. It’s been with her through thick and thin and she treasures it dearly.

additional connections?: None that I can think of! anything else?: None!

[prider-parker-imaginations]

Imagine Cal finding out about your sexuality and you being unsure about what is going to happen to your job because of it.

You ducked your head, face burning with humiliation, “I’ll pack my things,” you mumbled, fully prepared to leave if they wanted you to.

But Cal did the unexpected when he frowned and asked, “Why would you do that?”

You swallowed thickly. Was he mocking you? “You want me gone because of my sexuality,” you stated, the words bitter on your tongue.

Cal’s frown deepened, his brows knitting together, “Why would you think I want you to leave?”

You clenched your fists at your sides and shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Cal scrutinized you carefully, studying your face for an uncomfortable moment, “You’ve been shamed for this before, haven’t you?” He asked at last.

You gave a reluctant nod, eyes burning.

Cal pressed his lips together, “Not just shamed. You were kicked out of your last job, weren’t you? When they found out you weren’t heterosexual.”

You swallowed and gave another stiff nod, your entire body tight with shame. “People aren’t always as progressive as they’d lead you to believe,” you admitted, forcing your voice not to tremble.

Cal sighed, his expression turning sympathetic, “Well, I’m sorry about that, love, really I am. People love to find ways to disappoint us, don’t they?” He rested a hand on your shoulder, “I’m not gonna fire you, [f/n]. I promise. No one is going to shame you here. If anyone says anything, just tell me and I’ll handle it.”

Gif Credit: Cal