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aita for ghosting 2 of my closet friends?
TL;DR: 2 of my closest/longest friendships ive had were ended by me stopping any and all communication, either unprompted or prompted. i dont feel any urge to talk with these people again, and i do not want to rekindle these friendships.
i (19ftm) have had only 2 friendships were i would consider the other person a "best friend". the first one was when i was in middle school (12-13). this other person, we'll call K(at the time 13F). now back in middle school i was what would be considered as the cool kids say: Cringe. super obsessed with undertale AND homestuck, a big 1-2 punch.
i met K through our homeroom class, and we really hit it off well. she was funny, great at art, and also loved undertale (she was the one who actually got me into homestuck, but thats besides the point). we hung out constantly, always chatting and swapping art tips, that sorta thing.
when i moved schools in 7th grade we became distance friends. not long distance bc we lived 30 min. away from each other, but we didn't get to see each other everyday anymore. eventually we started dating, but i didnt really feel content w the relationship at the time (i didnt know i was trans/gay yet lol).
one day i told her i was taking a break from social media/discord for a while until i sorted myself out, and then i would be back. i never spoke with her again after that and i felt like shit for years for ghosting my at the time girlfriend. i didnt take the break with the intention of ghosting K, it just kinda happened. she deleted her discord and i don't remember her tumblr so i have no way of communicating w her anymore. we knew each other for about 3-4 years, and dated for about half of that.
my other friend we'll call T(ftm). I met T my freshman year, when i was 14. T is 2 years older than me, so he was 16 at the time, a sophomore. T and i really hit it off well, and we hung out all the time after school, and talked over discord daily. he did a lot for me ill be honest, and helped me through an identity crisis when i realized i was trans and also gay.
however, when T graduated he started to drift away. i was still a junior at the time but we stayed in contact the best we could. i started driving so i would visit him in his apartment on weekends. however things really nose dived my senior year. i was 17-18 and all my friends had graduated, so i was already feeling pretty alone.
i kept trying to find comfort in T but he just kinda faded away. he found a new friend group of ppl closer to his age and they started hanging out more. i knew some of these people from our school, and was even friends w one of them, but for some reason he insisted on keeping me separate from them.
things boiled over when our mutual friend from this new friend group decided to throw a halloween party, but had to cancel last minute. time skip to november 1st and im picking up T to go rollerskating, and to my surprise he hops in my car out of breath and says "sorry it took so long, i was cleaning up after a halloween party!" and went on about this party he threw the night before with all his friends from the other group. T explained to me that he didn't invite me bc "i wouldn't know any of them".
i was pissed. really pissed. i stopped making plans to hang out with him, but to my surprise so did he. we stopped chatting daily, and the last time we spoke was april of last year. i sent him a final message in may trying to spark another conversation but he never replied. so i gave up. i stopped talking to him.
then i realized the pattern of me growing extremely close with someone only to ghost them. i know T basically ghosted me but i also stopped putting in the effort so i feel i still hold some of the blame. even when i last saw T in person i avoided him like the plague, and i just pray that if we do see each other again he does NOT recognize me.
What are these acronyms?
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Oh, hey. So. What about a continuation of Come Rain or Shine? “You’re Carrie’s Logan?” “Lilly’s Veronica?” Ummmm ya we need more of that world.
Title: Happy Together, Unhappy Together (a continuation from this fic I wrote five years ago, holy moly what is time??!!) Rating: PG-13 for some swears and kinda some smut glitter Pairing: Logan Echolls/Veronica Mars (mentions of Lilly Kane/Carrie Bishop) Additional Tags: Logan and Veronica probably being schmoopier than acceptable, pillow talk and nonsense Word Count: 910   *** This one is dedicated both to @ayy-ohh​ and @jjmazzy because in a total brain meld they each requested it approximately 10-minutes apart from one another. It was very difficult to reacquaint myself w/ this little universe so I worry L/V are totally different people from the first fic, but *shrugs*. 
Also, there is a lot I left on the cutting room floor (approximately 2,000 words worth) because most of it was trash. I’ll post little snippets of the cuttings in my author room on the VM Fic Club discord if you’re interested.
Have I stalled enough?  *** Carrie and Lilly’s wedding ceremony begins at 5:00 PM. By 5:33 PM, vows are exchanged. The first platters of champagne make their rounds in the largest ballroom at the Neptune Grande at 6:30 PM. Right around 6:55 PM, Veronica Mars makes a terrible first impression (or, depending on who you ask, second impression) on Logan Echolls. And by 10:41 PM, her bra is off, her dress is hitched up around her waist, and Logan has her pressed up against the wall of his hotel suite. 
(Okay, so that leaves almost four hours unaccounted for. She realizes that. It’s just that Logan’s mouth is doing something pretty great at the juncture between her neck and shoulder and—holy shit did she just moan?—so she can’t really be expected to give an accurate accounting of every minute of the wedding reception. Can she?) 
She wakes up the following morning to the sight of Logan’s naked back, his limbs akimbo and cheek pressed into his pillow. It is painfully cute and Veronica has every intention of doing something about it but first, bathroom. She brushes her teeth, pulls her hair back into a messy top-knot, and helps herself to one of the bathrobes hanging on the door. Back in the suite, Logan hasn’t moved. She stands by her impulse from when she first woke up. The impulse that was something along the lines of again, now! 
It’s just—
She also wants breakfast. 
She’s perusing the room service breakfast menu when there’s a knock on the suite door. She ensures her robe is tied and by the time she makes it to the door, looks through the little peephole, there’s a breakfast cart waiting for her to collect. 
Well, she’s not going to say no to that. 
Logan wakes up as she pours herself coffee. 
“Morning,” he says. His voice is deliciously gruff and reminds her of the aforementioned again, now! thought. Then there’s the hair which sticks up ten different ways. He runs a hand through it, making it even more of a mess. 
(There was a moment last night, where he was propped up against the headboard, she was in his lap, fistfuls of his hair in her grip as he—)
She focuses on her coffee, stirring the cream and sugar until it’s the perfect color of brown. “When did you manage this?” she asks. 
“When you were in the shower last night.” 
“God, you’re good.” 
“I know.” 
“Conceited.” 
“Self-assured.” Logan gets out of bed and settles behind her. He rests one hand on her hip and uncovers the breakfast plates. “Sweet or savory?” 
“Sweet.” 
The hand on her hip bunches up her robe, and she feels Logan press his smile into the crook of her neck. God. This is going to be a problem. He is going to be a problem for her. 
Breakfast is a peculiar affair. Peculiar in that Veronica would never think to describe morning afters as easy. But this one is. 
She eats blueberry pancakes and bacon, all while she and Logan joke and jibe about the wedding the night before. They can’t joke about how happy both Lilly and Carrie looked, though. 
“They’re going to make it. Right?” 
Logan nods as he takes a sip of his coffee. “They’re going to make it.” 
“Speaking of couples—”
“—Oh, you already think of us as a couple?”
“Logan.” 
“Do I get a pin or a letterman’s jacket?” 
She pinches his nipple. 
“Ouch,” he says, batting her hand away. “You’re a pest.” 
She shrugs, not denying it. “Speaking of couples,” she tries again, “word is going to get back to Lilly and Carrie about what we told Duncan.” 
“Oh no, Sandy! Whatever will we do?” She goes to pinch him again and he smacks her hand away. “Be nice.” 
“You don’t think that is a problem? That our best-friends are going to hear we told my ex we were dating?” 
“We’ll explain it to them.” 
“Oh.” She runs a finger through the syrup on her plate. “Yeah, that’s logical.” 
“And you find logic to be disappointing?” 
She sighs. “I think I like you.” 
Logan moves the plate away from where it sits separating them and scoots closer. Their knees touch and he runs his hands over her bare thighs, up under her robe. “I would hope so.” He tucks a strand of hair that’s fallen from her top knot behind her ear. “Because if what you did to me last night is what you do to people you don’t like?” 
She pushes at his shoulder and he reaches up to keep her hand there. “Veronica.” She curls her fingers like a fist. Presses that fist into Logan’s skin. 
Her name on his lips is sotto voce. Like a secret. She leans forward and rests her forehead on his chest. “What?”
“Maybe let’s try?” 
“I live in San Francisco,” she tells his sternum.
“I know that.” 
“You live in San Diego.” 
“I also know that.” She looks up at him. “I also know that I am very rich.” 
“Why do I know so many rich people?” 
“It’s a 90 minute flight.” 
“Think of the greenhouse gas emissions.” 
“Veronica.” The way he says her name is part rebuke, part plea. It’s tempting to ignore it. Insist it’s a dumb idea to start a relationship with 500 miles between them. Only, she doesn’t want to. 
“Okay.” She kisses the space above his heart. “Maybe let’s try.”
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amphii-writes · 4 years
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Random Haikyuu Head Canons I Have
these are all taken from my discord server cause i remember to write them there, if you want to request fanfics, my requests are W I D E open! there is also nO order! these are just all the headcanons i could find tbh
warnings: mentions of blood, and just overall wild times, swearing
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Asahi loves knitting sweaters because his shoulders are broad and he also loves seeing the reactions from his teammates when they get a sweater from him! He says he buys them but he doesn’t
Aone likes knitting socks because he has big feet and he loves fluffy knee high socks but his team will never know
Asahi and Aone regularly hang out and knit together! (after asahi wasnt scared of him anyways)
Nishinoya gives you shiny rocks he finds because “your eyes shine like them!”
Yamaguchi likes to have your head rest on his chest while cuddling!
Aone likes to bake
Aone dressed like a polar bear because koganegawa told him to- halloween was amazing
daICHI HAS A KISS THE COOK APRON
Daichi secretly can make some kick ass steak and is amazing at grilling sorry
Okay but real talk, Kenma and Yaku swear like sailors and it scares everyone because they always whisper the most foul, insulting things under their breath. Hearing it is like seeing a cryptid
Speaking of cryptids, Fukunaga and Shibayama are THE most true crime, mythology, and mystery obsessed fanatics on the team and often fanboy about it together 
Fukunaga’s obsession with moth man has gotten to an unhealthy stage
Kenma absolutely had a vampire phase and has read twilight. Only Kuroo knows and has sworn to secrecy via blood pact
Kuroo’s a musical nerd. Knows all of the lyrics to Hamilton, BMC, DEH, Heathers, Rent, Beetlejuice, Etc. Kenma considered dropping him because of it
Iwaizumi tells the worst dad jokes and Kyotani, wanting to beat him, started doing it too and it drives everyone insane
Yahaba and Matsukawa get along surprisingly well. Both are true crime freaks and bond over their forensic files obsessions
Matsukawa didn’t really like his thick eyebrows so he got one of his female friends to pluck it for him, but almost cried and gave up after the first hair. Oikawa called him a pussy for the next year
Hanamaki jokingly flirts with everyone on the team so most of them just got used to it, but it still confuses Kindaichi to the point of mental breakdown
Makki called Kyotani ‘puppy’ as a joke once and now mad dog is truly terrified of him
Kyotani’s dog absolutely ADORES Oikawa and it’s the funniest shit to the rest of the team
Mattsun and Makki play DnD and once convinced Yahaba and Kyotani to join. Kyotani kept rolling to fight everyone and Yahaba was a bard that kept rolling to seduce everyone. They kept yelling across the board so they had to kick them out
Outside of his school uniform, Goshiki specifically wears only plaid
Tendou makes little chocolates for the whole team every once in a while so they don’t think he’s scary
Semi and Shirabu once had a fistfight in an abandoned McDonald’s parking lot while Tendou filmed and Goshiki cheered them on
Everybody makes fun of Shirabu’s haircut but nobody dares to say it to his face. its gotten to the point where they say he got it done by a blind old lady
There’s a running joke about Shirabu also getting his haircut from prison but Goshiki is starting to suspect that it may not be a joke
Yamagata and Tendou are good friends with the mutual goal of collecting as much blackmail on their team as possible
Tendou loves animals generally considered to be ‘ugly’ like rats, crows, reptiles, etc.
80% of Goshiki’s playlist is shit overplayed on the radio. Him, Shirabu, Tendou, Kawanishi and Ushijima have a permanent ban from the aux cord
Nobody watches YouTube with Ushijima because he never skips the damn ads (other than tendou)
Suna once said y’all’dn’t’ve unironically and made a first year cry
Akagi once said UwU unironically and had an identity crisis.
Osamu has one of those rainbow gaming keyboards and is constantly on a discord call. Atsumu always yells weird shit in the background to embarrass him and once pretended to be him
During Seijoh group chat arguments. Hanamaki and Mattsukawa like to drop facebook minion memes in just to piss everyone off even more
mattsun and maki both have separate photo albums in their phones labelled ‘minion memes to piss everyone off’
Hinata carries a pocket knife and no one has no fucking idea why
mattsun and maki both have matching rat fursuits that look like they actually where in a sewer- they chased oikawa around
For all his talk of plant analogies and metaphors, Ushijima cant grow shit
Goshiki’s Bangs are the way they are because his favorite character was Rock Lee from Naruto
Oikawa has watched Ouran High School Host Club front to back so many times and he can quote all of Tamaki’s lines by heart -He keeps bothering Iwaizumi to “be his Haruhi, since you’re shorter than me”
Koganegawa has definitely gone as an Angry Bird for Halloween
Fukunaga has those reflective cat eyes, and he has terrified Yamamoto on several occasion
Hanamaki and Matsukawa have a teddy bear that they pretend is their child and they share custody
Suga always sprays whipped cream straight into his mouth whenever he sees a can
Nishinoya definitely bit people as a kid
Nishinoya would be the guy to wear shorts all year round and even if it's snowing, he'll insist he's not cold
Tendou is still stuck in his emo phase and would fangirl over Creepypasta with me and I appreciate that (me too buddy, me fuckin too)
Kyoutani LOOKS like he’d listen to viking death metal, but in reality he listens to Mother Mother and knows all the words to Ghosting
Sugawara would definitely encourage me to dumb shit and not stop me, and you’re all dumb for thinking he wouldn’t 
KENMA IS NOT ‘uwu owo’ SHY, HE IS ‘your fucking gross’ SHY SO LITERALLY STFU
Bokuto listens to Nicki Manaj. And knows all the words. To every. Single. Song.
Ushijima for some reason knows an odd amount of 90′s-2000′s R&B and he will hum along to the songs if they come on the radio (he also loves Dolly Parton) ((he says he relates to her music))
Bokuto once ate instant ramen for an entire month
TERUSHIMA DID TRY TO FUCK A PLANT WHILE SHITFACED AND GOD I STAND BY WHAT I SAID
atsumu let’s you put makeup on him and pretends to eat the brushes (do yk what im talking about- like n o m)
tendou ran for school president as a joke but actually won
i 100% believe that all of karasuno’s third years apologize when they bump into inanimate objects, but when suga is really tired or stressed out, he’ll yell at them instead.
Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Taketora have a group chat called "Bros who want sum hoes" and they send each other hypebeast memes and shit
Sugawara knows how to do a bunch of flexible shit because he sometimes goes to yoga with daichi and asahi's moms, its fucking hilarious
tanaka and noya both breakdance- they work as a team and sometimes go to tokyo for underground competitions- saeko drives them
Daichi knows a little ballet- nobody other than Kiyoko knows because they saw each other at the ballet class and had to work together- dont tell tanaka and noya that he lifted her though
Osamu once put glitter on Atsumu's pillow- he still finds hot pink glitter on shit
kita knits and crochets with his grandma
Kita's grandma knows everyone's names because kita talks shit bout them, her favorite is Aran
Kuroo has burnt his eyebrows off doing an experiment. His goggles didn't cover all his brows,,, so he just showed up to practice like that. No eyebrows and a chemical burn
kenma has played all kinds of games, but he was dared to play corpse party by kuroo. He wasn't scared because of the gore, he was thinking about the trauma the characters went through. Punched kuroo the next day because that game was fucked up
Lev isn't a strong swimmer, so he often grabs people by the head to keep himself up. happened with kenma and lev couldn't walk due to the force of kenmas suprised water kicks
akaashi has those fancy pens that you have to dip in ink and they're so nice
Bokuto has and will eat pencil erasers again
Daichi once almost lost his shit at his team but instead he lost his shit at the door that decided to stub his toe on the way out of the gym. not the best thing to be found yelling to.
Yamaguchi for sure has been dragged to one of terushimas parties because he didnt wanna say no. oh and terushima has like frat boy level parties too. Yams has for sure had some wild nights and doubts anyone other than Tsukishima and the party-goers will ever know
Akaashi can actually flirt very well! He reads romance novels sometimes and has analyzed any and every book in his possession! so he's actually quite charming
Daihsou unironically posted on twitter after mika broke up with him "I still see her shadows in my room"
Mattsun and Maki run a fake oikawa account; its been going ever since twitter even started getting popular and they even started sending messages in spanish. The posts would range from "I love all my fans!" to flirting with them :) Oikawa is pissed cause the account got verified before he did and most of his fans also follow the fake oikawa. Tooru has no idea who runs it JUST IMAGINE OIKAWA JUST LIKE RANTING TO THE SEIJOH 3RD YEAR ALUMNI AND JUST "no Iwa-chan, you dont understand! they run a fake account and pretend to be me!" while makki and mattsun laugh their asses off
Oh, kenma for sure has pretended to be a girl on discord and has gotten someone to buy him stuff. after they do he says in his normal voice "fucking simp" and then hangs up and blocks the other persons discord
Yamamoto, despite his rough appearance, loves kids and has and will be a human jungle gym
suna in middle school had a game with his friends about who could make kids cry the fastest
The twins switched places back in middle school and nobody could tell because of how great they are at acting like eachother
Daichi once arrested coach ukai for public intoxication after a game :|
Daichi has arrested many people from his old volleyball team but the most memorable case was when he arrested tanaka and noya for reckless driving. poor idiots got so scared when they saw their old captains face in their mirror and started to pray
tanaka, while trying to intimidate someone, once said "You dont gotta tell me twice, i may be straight but these hands are bisexual" and he often cringes at night thinking about it
Kageyama, as a comeback to Tsukishima, said "one thing about us royalty is that we love to feast" and he also fuckin hates what he said
the third years made a cult for Kiyoko. they chant every wednesday "i'll do anything for kiyoko, she makes me go loco"
oikawas fangirls are known to be fucking rabid
yAMAMOTO AND KENMA AFTER THEIR FIGHT WERE FORCED BY KUROO TO MAKE IT UP: so they dyed their hair together
Makki and mattsun sang two trucks in front of the entire team. everyone was so confused. Makki: "twO TRUCKS HAVIN SEX!!" Mattsun: "oH yEs!"THEY'D SWITCH OFF AND HAVE LIKE CHOREOGRAPHY TOO LIKE THEY'D DO A TANGO WHILE THE SONG IS LIKE "two beer trucks, making love"
tendou once called Oikawa "mr. no-nationals" and got kicked in the shins before iwaizumi could save him
Tsukishima had a my little pony phase
you work with matsukawa at a morgue and he makes dead people jokes while you fix some dead guys face with wax and makeup he'd be like "so didnt he like,,, stick his head out of the sunroof of a moving fuckin car??" he'd be singing dumb ways to die the entire day
i feel like Kuroo has one crazy accident a year. like it might not be deadly but its fucking crazy like for example: Kuroo for sure has ridden in a shopping cart at past midnight with kenma (who pushed him down a hill) causing Kuroo to get scratched up hella well. he lied and said he spent the night with a girl and kenma fucking hated himself cause he would be the girl if that was true
Mattsun has flirted with the 4th years moms before (AS A JOKE), and because of this: he is known as “fuckin milf hunter” sometimes by the team
Warning, this next headcanon is talking about cannabis, weed, mary jane, the zoink root. so if your uncomfortable, please dont read below :)
dude i wanna get high as SHIT with Asahi 
i think Asahi would be one of those mfkers who takes one hit and is gone 
ASAHI ACCIDENTALLY GOING TO PRACTICE ZOINKED 
IMAGINE HIM SEEING TSUKISHIMA AND JUST "he looks so judgemental,,, im scared" 
OR LIKE A MAD DAICHI AND JUST "i'm gonna,,, im gonna go jump out the window now" 
Noya and Tanaka would know tho, i feel like they'd have a 6th sense when it comes to weed. they probably get some from Saeko cause she'd rather they do it in the house. they'd smell asahi like fucking dogs and just so,,, big guy had fun without us huh? 
DAICHI WOULD KNOW ABOUT ASAHI BEING ZOINKED, SMASH HIS FACE INTO THE WALL, TURN AROUND WITH A RED MARK ON HIS FOREHEAD AND WITH A BEAMING SMILE AND FEUX ENTHUSIASM SAY: "YOSH, LETS WARM UP!"
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coastaldragon · 4 years
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Dragon Diary 1/7/21
So...this is my resolution for the year.
I wanted to start a kin-related diary. I found myself missing how often I used to muse about myself and my experiences here, and have long since felt...detached from myself. Stuck in the loop of going through the motions of “human.”
A week late on my first entry, but so it goes.
These entries will just be flow-of-consciousness blabbles for the most part. I’ll talk about any kin-related thoughts I’ve had that day, how I’ve been feeling, how my otherkinity has affected my day, etc.
I have a lot of catching-up to do with you all, so the first few entries may seem disjointed and a little long. Lets get started. This is long. And a bit negative. But hopefully they won’t all be.
cw for death and drug mention and health talk like needles and stuff
I don’t quite remember why I dropped Tumblr like I did. I think I was getting annoyed at all the UI changes, and just overall very busy with “real life.” These things happen. I slowly drift away from a platform. Sometimes for weeks, months, or years in this case. Then I’ll drift back. Kind of like a scrap of wood on the waves.
In the time I’ve been gone life has been...interesting. The source of the stress that caused me to awaken in the first place is gone. He OD’d in...2014? 2015? Some time around there. My grasp of time is worse than ever.
We hadn’t even known he’d be using anything. Turned out he was stealing my late father’s remaining fentanyl supply. One of those guys who preys on widows like my mother. He lied about everything. His entire past as we knew it was a lie. And he was just leeching off of us.
It was...hard. I was the one who found his body upon getting home from work. My mother is still traumatized, even now. Even after all he did. She did love him.
I think all that hardened me quite a bit. And I’m sad for it. I’m still trying to soften myself again, but my trust has never been shattered like that before or since.
My now health is...poor. I had a great job working at an independent pack-and-mail sort of place for a few years. Very laid back, when the customers were nice. Helped me build a lot of strength and muscle. Quite enjoyed showing off by hefting 50lb boxes onto my shoulders. Helped me feel less weak in this squishy human body of mine.
But about...2 or 3 years ago [again, time is a myth to my brain] I woke up and my shoulders were just.
Locked.
It felt like someone had stuck paint spanners under my shoulder blades or something. Not only that, but I was weak. I barely had the strength in my arms to lift a half gallon of milk in the morning.
We thought I’d just hurt myself showing off, somehow. So we gave it some time. Took ibuprofen, used pain creams. Took a few days off work.
But it didn’t get better. It got painful. And the moreso. And moreso. And then my back began to have trouble as well. It was spreading. I felt...ill.
So. Doctors. Tests. More bloodwork than I’ve ever had in my entire life. [10 vials at once for one appt!]
My primary, who is a garbage person I never wish to see again, insisted it was just a sprain. Or something. Whatever. But I knew it wasn’t. My mother knew it wasn’t. Everyone I knew knew it wasn’t.
Specialist time! At the behest of my cousin, who has a litany of autoimmune disorders, we hooked up with a rheumatologist. Who I will call Dr.M. 
Dr.M is an angel on Earth. I am convinced of it. A full year he spent with me, ordering tests, trying treatments, working with me to figure out what the hell was going on. And we did. And what a mouthful it is.
Ankylosing spondylitis. No, it’s not a dinosaur. [Though I do think I’m ‘hearted for ankylosaurines...I don’t think it’s related lol!]
You can look it up if you like. But basically: My immune system is fucking crazy and attacks all the things. Most places describe it as being a lower spine disorder, and while that is certainly where its centralized in most folks, that’s not all it is.
For example mine is, obviously, centralized in my shoulders and upper back. But it does aaaaaaaaaaall sorts of crazy shit. Every day is different. Joint pain, exhaustion, GI trouble, stomach upset, lack of appetite, murderous migraines. The usual for an autoimmune illness. But also wacky shit like costochondritis [painful inflammation of the cartilage of the ribs], random organ inflammation like in my kidneys [not fun], lungs [I had a 3-month stint of chronic bronchitis last winter], and even my heart [very not fun.] Sometimes it likes to attack my “integumentary system” aka shit like my skin and hair meaning I’ll have weeks where my hair just. Sheds. Like a damn cat. It gets everywhere and w/ my long-ass quarantine hair it’s so annoying.
This attack dog immune system does mean it’s unlikely for me to catch little bugs like your common colds and stuff, which is appreciated. But it also likes to maul anything else it deems foreign. Like medication! I took Humira shots for a few months and had a “paradoxical reaction” aka it did the literal opposite of what it was meant to, because the injections pissed off my immune system so much it went scorched-earth on whatever it could. Mostly my thighs, since that’s where the injections were. I still get stabbing pain in them and it’s been over a year. [No, I don’t think I can sue Humira over this. Though I have discussed it w/ my Dr.]
This also means that if I do get sick, it’s bad news. Something strong and unique like COVID? Death. Deaaaaaaaaath. Would likely trigger something called a “cytokine storm” aka my immune system nukes everything and my organs die and so do I.
So guess whoooooooo’s been locked up at home for almost a full year now? :’)
I luckily am able to work from home, though it barely pays the bills, and my health has suffered from a lack of being able to Do Stuff I normally would.
As a result I decided to get back in touch with myself.
It started with Second Life, because of course it did. A new dragon avatar came out. Shiny and mesh and easy [by SL standards] to modify. So me and a few friends [some kin, some not] made a group for sharing stuff for the av and just hanging out. It’s fallen by the wayside unfortunately but those nights spent chilling in SL with a bunch of other dragons roaring and goofing off felt really really good.
And then I made a kin Twitter. [And found some exceptionally cool kinfolk in the process.] 
Then came Othercon the virtual otherkin convention and OtherConnect, the Discord spawned from the community that rapidly formed within the con. Othercon felt incredible. Panels and lectures about the history of otherkinity and alterhumanity and how we are today and rep in the media and just so! Much! Cool! Stuff! And tons of great kinfolk too! 
To not only be within a community but seeing others like me and speaking with them, not just typing back at words on a screen. It was...so very, very reaffirming. It felt like a second awakening almost. I wanted to cry for finally, truly not feeling alone.
And now I’m here. Because I need to be. Because something, deep down, is telling me I’m going to be needing myself sometime soon. So I’d better get started.
I hope I don’t drift away on the tide again. I’ve missed this site, worse for wear as it is.
But I’m a bit tired today. A nasty headache lingering from yesterday’s nastier flare up. Accursed cold fronts. I used to enjoy them but not so much these days. Ah well.
I know there wasn’t much kin talk in this first entry, but as I said, we had a lot of catching-up to do!
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iankabra · 5 years
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hi all!!
so this year after a good while of being on tumblr i decided “you know what? im gonna initiate conversations w my mutuals.” and i am so DEEPLY glad i did because ive made so many wonderful friends here and had such a lovely time settling into the 1d fandom
first off i want to thank the love of my FUCKING life @touring-is-never-boring,,,, nel i love talking about mika and clothes and lesbianism and gay things and girls and feelings u know??? love u to the moon and back. the SUPERIOR eleanor even tho u dont vibe w that name,, nothing more wonderful than seeing ive recieved several paragraphs of analysis of some random mika song or two people who look alike. LOVE ur mind. thank u for listening whenever i mention two random songs for u to listen to together or when i ramble about harry and louis. & the JOURNEY of this meeks album cycle w you?? the GIFT of mnimh we recieved together? loved it so much. ur beautiful and strong and loevly wanna meet ur ass someday
next i wanna say mx Storm @sweaterxo ,,,, ur SO sweet and kind and have been so helpful and supportive throughout all the dumb issues ive come to u with,, thank u for thinking im funny and that my fashion sense is good. thank you for showing me your nails and things i love them theyre so pretty. your interests are also very cool i will def watch it 2 the second it comes out on digital. also love the occasional spn discussion,,, truly wild as fuck to talk about being removed from t but she was a wild ride. i love u very very much (even tho ur attracted to bill hader)<3
now Cata @smolbirds ur literally SO rad and cool and fun to talk to,, thank you for losing ur shit w me the night harry dropped lights up, for having the kind of hard conversations about politics in chile that we’ve had, and talking w me about linguistics and the spanish language and accents and shit bc thats literally so fun and fascinating. thank u for being my emotional support at the nashville concert when i texted u throughout bc i was losing my fucking shit and thank u for thirsting over becky g w me i love ur ass
SKY @vampireprinceharry i really vibe w you man. like i feel like we just start conversations and im not even thinking about it but then we’re just chatting and vibing and itll last a good while idk idk i like you lots i think youre really great. the talk we had aout dan and phil after dan’s coming out video was genuinely so lovely its so cool to share that kind of experience and reflect on it like that. ily.
and miss morgan @yeehawharry LOVE U BITCH thank u for listening to mika and letting me tell u about him,, also for being my fellow baby bitch in the atl louies gc (cant wait to go to that w you btw) plus the mall was big fun! love last minute christmas (jristmas) shopping with you. ur fun and funny and i really want to hang out again !!
my buddies from the nashville concert,,, alli @velvetsau elsa @cheerleaderharry selena @loudalbum and emphasis on brie @harrp ty for living through that with me and for a wonderful wonderful day. also alli you were one of the first people i started talking to when i decided i was gonna talk to people and u were so nice to me thanku for that.
and of course the entire baby larries group chat, yall are genuinely so sweet and full of positivity and so fun to talk to and i adore all of u i have so much love for all of yall celia @louisprideflag aani @altarrias bia @girlalmightys jorja @yeehawpeacesign charlie @wallsau sophie @twinkofficial hope @chanukahlouis ansh @bisexualhaz and the occasional pop in from bella @dystopianharry
plus,, i literally gotta say <3 to my mate theo @fandom-oracle who ive known a while now!! yes i did nto meet him this year!! bonkers. but ily fellow anti amian warrior. m always here if u need me. shoutout to the rest of the 39 clues discord as well we’re keeping this fandom alive and gay  
and to other lovely people ive talked to this year who i cant wait to talk to even more all the love esp. @holizays @alloutshirt @thepeacering @snflwrgirly @alabamacryptid and all my other wonderful mutuals
madie
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paycies · 4 years
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hello  pretty  peeps  !  i’m  already  so  happy  n  excited  2  be  here  tysm  for  the  warm  welcome 🥺🥰my  name’s  dani  ,  i’m  20  &  i  reside  in  torONTO /  the  6ix  /  best  city  in  da  world  ,  which  puts  me  in  the  est  tz  !  i’m  obsessed  w  machine  gun  kelly  n  that’s  really  all  you  need  to  know  about  me  SJFDSFS .  but  i’m  super  excited  2  be  bringing  my  babyg  paycie  ,  she’s  a  wild card  but  also  a  lil  sunflower  &  all  the  more  info  about  her  is  under  the  cut  +  some  wanted  connections  !  like  this  &  i’ll  slide  in  those  dms  to  plot  bc  i  wanna  plot  w  every  single  one  of  u or  you  can  also  msg  me  on  discord  @𝒎𝒈𝒌'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 .#1958  !!  ♡ ♡ ♡
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» • * — ( madison beer , cisfemale , she/her ) . i think i hear righteous by juice wrld coming from apartment 2308. doesn’t paycie miller live there ?? i heard they are a twenty one year old student/model from manhattan ,  nyc , but they’ve been living in the apartments for three years . they come across a bit - reticent and - stubborn , but they also seem like they could be + quixotic and + adroit . whenever i see them , i think of hoop  earrings , graphic  tees  &  red roses . oh , and don’t forget to follow them on instagram at @payciem !  
*  𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠  .
full  name  :  paycie  anne  miller .
age  :  twenty  -  one .
astrological  chart  :  libra  sun  ,  aquarius  moon  ,  leo  rising .
hometown  :  manhattan  ,  new  york  .
sexual  orientation  :  pansexual .
character  inspo  :  lexie  grey  (  grey’s  anatomy  )  ,  brooke  davis  (  one  tree  hill  )  ,  moe  (  lemonade  mouth  )  ,  mariana  adams  foster  (  the  fosters  )  .
*  𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦  &  𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡  (  death  tw  ) .
ok here we go
paycie was born an only child to the most loving parents
born and raised here in manhattan
her mom was an aspiring model when she met paycie’s rockstar father
they got married only after knowing eachother for a few months , but they were so deeply in love it didn’t even matter
they had paycie about a year after being married
and they couldn’t have been happier to have a lil girl!!
her mom and her were two peas in a pod growing up , her dad would always find them playing dress up together ,  doing  eachother’s makeup , etc
they acted much more like best friends than like a mom/daughter , but there was never a problem w it
paycie was a very well behaved child , always having a soft demeanour even from the very beginning
so ya growing up was great for her , her dad’s career was at it’s peak , her mom stayed home to take care of paycie , so she always had her mom around , she ended up in private school that she enjoyed , made lots of friends & couldn’t have wished for anything in life
( death & car accident tw ) fast forward , paycie’s now 17 , while her dad’s away on tour  ,  her mom dies suddenly in a car accident . this was by far the worst day of paycie’s life , she never in a million  years  imagined that her mom would be taken from her , and with absolutely no warning
her best friend in the whole world was gone and she had no idea how to move on from that
obviously her dad’s tour was cancelled & the tabloids went crazy with the story
the two of them struggled to get any privacy  , paparazzi always waiting outside their house , etc sstuff like that
it was horrible n they hated it
but paycie quickly fell into a depression, stopped going to school , BARELY made it through her senior year but by some miracle she did end up graduating ( she didn’t attend however )
( anxiety tw ) she had to go on medication for depression & anxiety during this time as well , as she was struggling w panic attacks and such and still does sometimes to this day
her dad’s career diminished because he too was lost without her to work , & he wanted to stay home 24/7 to take care of paycie
it took a long time for the two of them to be able to figure out how to continue living life , but they did it together & as a united front
paycie and her father’s relationship continued to grow much stronger after her mom’s death , obviously both of them needing eachother to lean on
fast forward abt a year or two paycie decides she wants to go to college to study fashion , something her mom always loved & got paycie interested in
she’s taking a few music courses as well 
so now she’s here living in her lil apartment that she adores and trying to live a simple life .
she really hadn’t been interested in being in the spotlight like her dad was , although her instagram following is what allowed her to gain modelling gigs after she turned 18 , being able to book a few big ones , to get money to help pay her tuition and other expenses 
she enjoys it a lot but at the same time lowkey hates the idea of being famous , after how the media had such a big affect on her w her mother’s death
so she’s conflicted and tries to focus on school most of the time
*  𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦  &  ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠  . 
paycie is a very kind and gentle soul
she’s quiet and tends to keep her thoughts to herself , when she’s around people she doesn’t know well
don’t get me wrong she can converse very well , but when it comes to meaningful conversations , you’ll only get that out of her if she completely trusts you
ummm she wears her heart on her sleeve tho and dreams of an epic love like her parents had although she gets scared of being hurt the way her dad was
which stops her from forming attachments easily
but at the same time her heart is so huge she can quickly form a soft spot for people once she gets to know them
if you’re her friend she will literally go to the ends of the earth for u , she will do anything for the people she cares about
she’s always experimenting w different outfits !
but she also loves hanging out in a hoodie and sweatpants w her hair in a messy ass bun , it’s her fave
on the weekend you’ll likely find her watching friends for the 100000 time in her apartment w a box of donuts 
she does love to have fun and go out and get drunk w her girls and dance all night yk , 21 year old stuff <3
i’m still developing her always but yAH .
* 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠  .
i want all da connections pls so like if u have anything ur dying for lmk & paycie can fill it  !  i also have my own wanted connections  HERE  , so  pls  come  plot  w  me  hehe  ♡
& ty for reading this whole ass mess , ily  !
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magmahurricane · 5 years
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A decade of friends - in no order, here’s to all the amazing people in my life old and new!
@shinkumancer : I remember following your work waaay back in the Archie Comic days. I had always been too shy to approach you, but I loved your work. I still remember so much of your Egg Boss art and it’s insane how far you’ve come. You’re still one of the sweetest, kindest people I know and I always enjoy the little drawpile sessions we have! 
@zlatis-art : We haven’t been friends for very long - it’s roughly been a year, now, but it feels like we’ve been friends longer. Something just... clicked when we met, and god I came on strong looking back! I don’t regret it tho - taking the plunge and letting you into my life was such a good call. You’re super patient and you strive so hard to treat everyone fairly and give people so much love. You’ve come such a long way with both your OCs and your art, and our calls are always so much fun! 
@sege-h : Would you believe I actually don’t remember exactly how we met...? I know it had something to do with the Sonic RPC iirc. But you’ve always been such a wonderful source of optimism and joy, and I love our talks! You’ve always been so supportive of me and I don’t know how to thank you for it?? I need to draw Storm and Carey doing more shenannigans when I get better!
@rainingautumn : I also don’t recall how, other than vague recollections of the Sonic RPC I think. I feel like I learned so much from you - you’ve provided me with different perspectives, which really helped me open my eyes to a lot of things. You’ve always been such a warm, positive presence while still standing firm and speaking up for yourself, which is so hard to do. I love your little messages, even if I don’t always know how to respond to them!
@boy-of-silence : You’re legit one of my oldest friends around and looking back on where we started it’s honestly kind of insane? We met on dA and we were practically babies like??? It’s insane, I remember so much and it all blurs together like mad, but we’ve always just sorta stuck by each other and I’m always so happy to see you on my dash. You got me into Homestuck, and you made me curious about Bioshock (I still need to finish Infinite), and I still remember the little art collabs we used to do...! I got nothing but good memories!
@kismeti : We don’t talk much, but I’m hoping to change that soon! I love your work, and you’ve put so much into your OCs. Seeing you tweet about petsites makes me think about Neopets and I age 500 years every time,, You honestly seem so sweet and kind and I can’t wait to see what more you’re gonna share with us in the new year!
@fini-mun : I don’t talk with you as much as I should (purely because I’m shy as all get out) but you’ve honestly been such an inspiration to me. You’re so incredibly kind and patient -- I still have that doodle you sent me while I had been down in the dumps. I remember I found you so intimidating when I first met you on dA, when I first tried to commission you -- and watching you grow as an artist and getting to know you has been so great! You don’t know how much I smiled that night when I expressed how I knew nothing about BatIM and you up and streamed the entire game live. I know we were both excited to play FO76 together and that was a let down for like, the entire fandom. But we should definately hang sometime and do stuff! Give your ratties my love!!
@oddpastrys : JAAADE,,, I vaguely remember meeting you in one of Kaden’s streams,, and then in Joan’s weird campaign. You’ve always been such a fun, energetic person and you always bring the best jokes. Deadass, watching RWBY with you both ruined it and enhanced it. You’re so much fun to be around and you always work so hard to cheer everyone up and please everyone, and we don’t say thank you often enough - I don’t thank you often enough. You’re so sweet and fun to be around and I’m 100% not sorry about all the horrible, horrible things I’ve made you see. 
@calderscauldron : Kaden!!! You’re another one of my oldest friends, and it’ll never be wild to me how insanely lucky it was that I happened to move to the same state as you. I remember when we were dumb kids on dA, and how you used to joke about kidnapping me -- and how my first thought when getting to Texas was “I should see where this guy lives and meet up!” sjkfdjkfs It’s been a helluva ride and I don’t regret it. We had our bumps and fallouts but we’ve always worked through it all -- and your art has come such a long way. You’re always so sweet and so much fun to be around.  You deserve so many nice things and I can’t thank you enough for sticking by my dumb ass for so long!
@haunted-pixel : Yet another decade-old friendship! Bronwyn it’s been such a fucking wild ride. I still remember your old OCs from back in the day; I remember our gryphon friend group, and our lizard group and screaming about digimon, I remember getting really into Kimba/Jungle Emperor Leo cos of you and your OCs, I remember all the drawings of Z and Miki. I remember Nuki and the others. It’s been such a long time and so much has changed around us both. We don’t talk as much anymore but I’m always thrilled when we do hit eachother up on twitter!! I seriously gotta draw more Carey x Zanity sometime. You’ve also just, improved so much as an artist and branched out so much?? Your plushies and your fursuits are absolutely amazing and I can’t believe how far you’ve come! I also still have the sketches you and your sister did for me when I was technically homeless and stuck in the hospital and I’ll always treasure them - and the Nack you made for me is still sitting cozy on my shelf, along with the yeen and Sonic you sent!
@nuttyrabbit : My absolute best friend!!! And probably most unexpected friend! I remember seeing your posts in the Archie Sonic tag way back when, and how my asshole ex used to rant about how she hated you for w/e reason. I used to be so intimidated by you because you told it how it is, and I respected your opinion so I was always lowkey afraid you thought I was stupid and hated my ideas/OCs. But even before we got close, you stuck your neck out for me when things got bad between my ex and me. And in 2018, we finally just started to click with our OC stuff.  Lady Luck became a huge comfort dynamic for the both of us. You always argue against it but I still say you’re one of the kindest people I know. You always try to look out for me and find ways to lend a hand when things get tough, you’re always trying to help me when I’m down and you go out of your way to cheer me up and I can’t thank you enough. Meeting you at RTX this year was incredible.  Thank you so much for being you. <3 
@finitevus : We don’t talk much but I can’t not add you!!! You’ve been so kind and supportive to me, and artistically you’ve always been such a big inspiration. I love your character designs and your writing is so so good, and you always strive to be so positive and warm to others and I promise I’m not ignoring you when you reach out; I’m just very shy and dumb ankjdjkfs I need to,,, say hello on discord sometime. And draw you many things!
@lightdax : You’re always a whole lot of fun and I refuse to apologize for your eyes with half the shit you’ve been exposed to by proxy. You’ve always been really sweet and you’ve really been pushing to improve this past year and it shows! Take time off your mayoral duties for the town of Cuckoldia and put up your OC bios tho! @nvllspace : I,, gotta tag ur RP blog cos IDK ur personal but JACKKIIEE. You’re so sweet and fun and your art is always such a treat. You came through with helping me realize just how toxic a certain person I needed to cut out of my life was, and you’ve always been so kind and supportive. You’re always a blast in our calls and I love your AUs so much! Also you need to stop having so many gorgeous characters cos holy shit,,,
@frecklefacefromouterspace : Nixe!  You’re usually busy these days but whenever we do catch you it’s always fun. If it wasn’t for your old server, the current server wouldn’t have even existed and you brought us all together! You’re always so sweet and bubbly and you have one of the cutest, most distinct styles I know.
And to all my other mutuals - thank you all so much for sticking by me!  I’m having difficulty typing now so I’m sorry I couldn’t get to everyone but sincerely: thank you, all of you, for making these past years such an amazing ride. I’ve learned so much from each of you and I can’t wait to see what’s in store for 2020!
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nostallgias · 4 years
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        ☆ . * (  kristine  froseth,  cis  female,  she  /  her  )  hey,  look  !!   indigo  ‘indie’  dahl  aka  @nostalgias  is  online  and  ready  to  write  another  anonymous  post  on  the  broken  hearts  club.  rumor  has  it  they’re  here  because  she  ran  away  from  her  hometown  to  escape  her  family  and  ex  lover.  out  in  the  real  world  she  is  a  musician  /  bartender.  the  22  year  old  is  known  for  being  flighty  &  impetuous  but  make  up  for  it  by  being  vivacious  &  determined.  if  they  were  to  describe  themselves  they’d  say  they’re  chipped  nail  polish,  lipstick  stains  on  cigarettes,  driving  with  the  window  down  and  their  favorite  song  is  gold  dust  woman  by  fleetwood  mac.
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        hello  everyone,  i’m  so  happy  2  b  in  this  rp   !!!   my  name  is  diana,  i’m  twenty  yrs  old,  a  libra,  and  reside  in  the  est  timezone.  some  quick  facts  abt  me  ...  i  am  a  girl  group  stan  and  lana  del  rey  enthusiast.  i  also  luv  cats.  anyway,  enough  abt  me,  u  can  learn  abt  my  muse  indigo  under  the  cut   !!!   my  discord  is   missing blackpink hours#5522  so  pls  hit  me  up  there  or  in  the  im’s  for  plots   !!   i  cannot  wait  to  get  started  <3   tw:  briefly  mentions  alcoholism  &  drugs
☆ . *   𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔    !
full  name :  indigo  dahl
nickname(s)  :  indie
zodiac  :  sagittarius  sun,  gemini  moon   (  click  )
sexuality  :  bisexual
alignment  :  chaotic  good
pinterest  :  click
☆ . *   𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅    !
indie  grew  up  in  a  small  town  where  everyone  knows  everyone.  she  was  restless  and  curious,  but  there  wasn’t  much  to  do  in  a  town  that  small
her  parents  were  really  big  on  music,  so  there  was  always  something  playing  in  the  household.  it’s  safe  to  say  music  took  over  her  life.  she  started  to  learn  guitar,  then  later  bass
but  sadly  her  dad  left  them  when  she  was  still  young.  she  wanted  him  to  take  her  with  him,  so  she  could  finally  get  out  of  that  stupid  town,  but  he  left  her  with  her  mother  and  never  looked  back  :/
indie  and  her  mom  didn’t  get  along  too  well.  she  basically  planned  indie’s  entire  life  out,  down  to  who  she  should  marry.  after  her  father  left  them,  her  mom  wasn’t  rly  able  to  cope  with  it  too  well  and  she  kinda  turned  to  drinking,  and  the  music  that  was  always  playing  stopped  :(
indie  spent  her  middle  and  high  school  years  taking  care  of  her  mom,  who  was  too  drunk  to  function  at  all  times.  she  couldn’t  keep  a  job,  which,  was  fine  at  first  because  indie’s  grandparents  (  her  mother’s  parents  )  were  fairly  well  off,  and  they  could  live  off  of  them
that  was  until  her  grandparent’s  cut  them  off  after  finally noticing  their  daughter  was  an  alcoholic.  so,  they  were  pretty  much  left  with  no  source  of  income
indie  started  working  as  soon  as  she  was  old  enough.  she  worked  two  jobs  in  high school,  which  didn’t  leave  her  much  time  to  focus  on  school.  she  never  cared  for  school  anyway,  her  focus  was  always  music,  but  she  didn’t  even  have  much  time  for  that  anymore
her  mother  seemed  to  have  a  new  boyfriend  every  week,  men  who  always  acted  like  they  were  here  to  say.  all  of  them  tried  to  control  indie,  but  she  resented  every  single  one  of  them.  she  could  see through  the  lies
she  spent  most  of  her  time  away  from  home,  she  didn’t  even  like  sleeping  there.  it  didn’t  feel  like  home  anymore,  and  it  hadn’t  for  a  long  time
one  day,  one  of  her  mother’s  boyfriends  actually  stuck  around.  indie  just  kept  waiting  and  waiting  for  the  day  he’d  leave,  but  he  never  did.  her  mother  remarried
after  remarrying,  her  mother  kinda  got  her  life  back  on  track  again.  she  immediately  went  back  to  trying  to  control  indie  again.  indie  absolutely  hated  it,  but  she  was  happy  to  see  her  mother  in  a  good  place  again,  so  she  tried  to  fit  the  mold  
indie  barely  graduated  high  school  and  never  went  to  college.  she  continued  working  for  the  next  few  years,  saving  up  money  and  working  on  music
she  started  dating  the  guy  her  mother  chose  for  her.  it  was  okay  at  first,  but  the  spark  was  always  missing.  the  longer  she  was  with  him  though,  she  began  to  realize  that  he  wanted  to  stay  in  that  stupid  little  town  forever,  and  the  idea  of  spending  the  rest  of  her  life  there  terrified  her  so  much  she  decided  to  runaway
so,  she  packed  all  her  things  and  ran  away  in  the  middle  of  the  night.  she  drove  through  the  night  to  find  her  father,  but  when  she  found  him,  she  learned  he  had  remarried  and  started  a  new  family
deep  down,  she  always  knew  he  didn’t  want  her,  otherwise  he  would’ve  made  an  effort  over  the  years.  but  she  really  had  to  see  it  to  believe  it
and  that’s  how  she  found  her  way  to  chicago.  she  never  told  her  mother  where  she  went,  but  she  knew  she  was  looking  for  her  and  so  was  her  ex
her  grandparent’s  send  her  money  every  once  in  a  while,  and  although  they  aren’t  close,  they  understand  why  she  ran  away  and  want  her  to  have  the  chance  to  start  fresh
she  stumbled  across  the  forum  one  day  and  decided  to  join  it,  because  she  was  starting  to  feel  a  little  lost  and  it  has  helped  her  a  lot
☆ . *   𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚    !
indie  is  extremely  extroverted.  she  is  a  social  butterfly  and  will  befriend  literally  anyone.  the  tricky  part  is  getting  close  to  her,  though.  she  tends  to  keep  her  emotions  to  herself.  she  presents  a  version  of  herself  to  the  world,  one  who  is  always  happy  and  alive  because  she  thinks  that’s  the  only  version  of  her  that  people  will  like
she  has  such  a  curious  soul  !!  all  she  wants  to  do  is  explore  and  experience  new  things,  so  she’s  always  down  for  an  adventure.  she  loves  a  good  party  because  she  loves  to  be  around  people.  she’s  a  social  drinker  and  drug  user  (  except  for  weed,  which  she  smokes  a  lot  )
indie  doesn’t  have  any  idea  about  what  love  is,  but  she  knows  she  wants  it.  she  wants  a  great,  interesting,  devoted  love,  but  is  having  trouble  finding  it.  so  she  tends  to  have  a  lot  of  lovers,  but  they  mostly  end  up  being  casual.  she  gets  bored  easily,  so  if  it  isn’t  exciting  at  all  times,  she  kinda  dips  akjsdhsdjhk  it’s  her  fear  of  abandonment  
she  is  obsessed  with  the  70′s,  from  the  music  to  the  aesthetics.  stevie  nicks  is  her  inspiration.  she  loves  music  of  all  eras,  though.  she  loves  thrifting,  and  her  style  is  heavily  influenced  by  70′s  fashion
she  can  be  pretty  spontaneous,  but  also  reckless.  she  wants  everything  in  life  to  be  an  adventure,  so  it  has  gotten  her  into  trouble  in  the  past
hates  authority  figures,  literally  she  has  so  much  trouble  with  respecting  authority  now  because  she  feels  like  she  wasted  her  entire  life  doing  that  for  people  who  didn’t  respect  her
has  a  hard  time  taking  things  seriously,  except  for  music  because  that  is  her  entire  life
☆ . *   𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔    !
party  buddies  -  they  always  go  to  parties  together.  maybe  they  don’t  see  each  other  outside  of  parties,  maybe  they  met  at  a  party  and  became  close  friends  afterwards
drinking  /  smoking  buddies  -  someone  she  can  drink  or  smoke  with.  maybe  they  have  a  more  casual  friendship,  but  anytime  they  hang  out,  they  share  some  interesting  conversations
confidant  - someone  who  confides  in  her  or  someone  she  confides  in,  or  they  confide  in  each  other.  they  don’t  necessarily  have  to  be  the  closest  friends  ever,  but  they  get  along,  trust  each  other,  and  maybe  they  talk  more  in  private
frenemies  - they’re  friends,  but  maybe  they’re  always  trying  to  one  up  each  other.  they  might  gossip  behind  each  other’s  backs.  sometimes  they  get  along  perfectly  well,  but  maybe  sometimes  they  get  into  stupid  fights
protective  friends  - friends  who  feel  extremely  protective  over  one  another.  indie  will  literally  fight  anyone  who  hurts  them
sibling-like  friendship  - indie  is  an  only  child,  so  i  would  love  for  her  to  have  someone  she  sees  like  a  sibling.  they’re  there  for  each  other,  look  out  for  one  another  and  always  have  each  other’s  backs
dynamic  duo  /  best  friend  - ride  or  dies.  platonic  soulmates   !! this  person  is  probably  the  closest  friend  she  has  and  actually  knows  her  well  !   a  power  duo
partner  in  crime  -  someone  who  always  goes   along  with  her  antics.  someone  who  she  bounces  off  of  and  they  do  dumb  /  fun  shit  together   !!!   her  adventure  buddy
online  friends  -  her  favorite  person  on  the  forum.  she  is  always  interacting  with  them  and  is  literally  always  the  first  to  comment  on  their  posts  or  something.  maybe  they  confide  in  each  other
bandmates  -  if  your  muse  sings,  plays  guitar,  bass,  drums  or  keyboard,  they  can  be  in  a  band !!!  indie  plays  guitar,  bass,  and  also  sings  so  she  can  do whichever  of  these  is  needed  !!  she  also  likes  to  compose  music,  but  with  bandmates  they  will  collaborate  and  make  stuff  together  of  course
groupie  love  -  i  didn’t  know  what  to  call  this  plot  so  pls  ignore  the  name,  i  went  for  a  lana  del  rey  song  title aksdhsdjkh  but  basically  maybe  ur  muse  was  there  at  one  of  the  little  gigs  she  played  and  they  became  acquainted  after  that  !!!  this  can  be  romantic  or  platonic,  we  can  plot  it  however.  but  maybe  they  keep  going  to  her  shows  and  she’s  always  happy  to  see  them
flirtationship  - they  flirt  constantly,  but  nothing  serious  has  come  out  of  their  flirting.  maybe  they  have  good  chemistry,  but  haven’t  really  tried  to  explore  it  further
ex-fling  - maybe  they  ended  things  more  recently,  or  maybe  they  ended  things a  few  months  or  a  year  ago.  they  could  have  ended  on  good  or  bad  terms.  maybe  someone  or  both  of  them  still  have  feelings,  or  maybe  they’re  just  friends  or  don’t  talk  now
current fling  /  friends  w  benefits  - someone  she  is  currently  seeing.  could  be  no  strings  attached,  or  there  could  b  some  feelings  there.  maybe  they  don’t  want  to  make  it  anything  serious,  or  maybe  they’re  ready  to  take  it  to  the  next  level.  maybe  one  person  is  ready  to  go  further,  and  the  other  isn’t
requited  /  unrequited  crush  - maybe  she  has  a  crush  on  ur  muse,  whether  it’s  a  deep  crush  or  a  more  surface  level  crush.  OR  ur  muse  could  have  a  crush  on  her  and  maybe  she’s  oblivious  to  it  !!!   maybe  our  muses  have  crushes  on  each  other   !!!  maybe  it  isn’t  super  serious,  or  maybe  it  is
will  they,  won’t  they  - there’s  feelings  between  them,  but  they  haven’t  made  the  plunge  to  pursue  whatever  they  have.  longing,  yearning,  lingering  glances
take  care  -  someone  who  looks  after  her  when  she  parties  a  little  too  hard   !!!   someone  she  trusts  who  keeps  her  out  of  trouble  when  she’s  under  the  influence  and  feeling  too  reckless  for  her  own  good
enemies  w/  benefits  -  there  was  always  underlying  tension  between  them,  even though  they  couldn’t  really  stand  each  other.  maybe  they  hooked  up  at  a  party  and  now,  despite  their  personal  feelings  towards  each  other,  they  still  continue  to  hook  up
cyber  sex  -  once  again,  i  didnt  kno  what  to  title  this  so  i  went  for  a  doja  cat  song AJKSDSJKH  but  basically  someone  on  the  forum  she  has  a  crush  on.  i  think  it’s  funny  because  she  has  noooo  idea  who  they  are  irl  but  maybe  they connect  super  well  online
ex-friends  - someone  she  used  to  consider  a  best  /  close  friend,  but  they  had  a  falling  out  for  whatever  reason  n  maybe  they  strongly  dislike  each  other  now.  maybe  they  want  to  re-kindle  their  friendship  but  don’t  know  how
dealer  -  someone  she  buys  drugs  from,  they  could  be  friends  or  it’s  strictly  business
bad  influence  -  someone  indie  is  a  bad  influence  on.  she  maybe  influences  them  to  party,  drink  or  do  drugs,  or  do  stupid  reckless  things  with  her
good  influence  -  someone  that  is  a  good  influence  on  her  and  gets  her  to  keep  her  act  together.  she  has  trouble  caring  about  anything  that  isn’t  music  related,  so  this  person  can  keep  her  on  track
roommates  -  one  to  two  people  that  she  lives  with  !!!  they  can  get  along,  or  maybe  they  don’t  vibe  super  well.  but  if  they  do  get  along  they  can  do  cute  stuff like  bake  and  watch  movies  together
coworkers  -  indie  is  a  bartender,  so  she  can  work  at  the  bar  or  restaurant  that  your  muse  works  at
meet  me  at  the  bar  -  someone  who  frequents  her  job  a  lot.  maybe  they’re  her  favorite  customer  and  she  loves  whenever  they  come.  we  can  plot  this  out  however !!!
congratulations  !!!  you  have  finally  reached  the  end  of  my  unnecessarily  long  intro  aksdjhsdjhk  i  would  like  to  thank  u  for  reading  and  apologize  for  all  the  rambling  i  did  <3  anyway  i  would  luv  to  plot,  so  i’ll  send  message  u  asap  if  u  like  this  post   !!!  we  can  definitely  plot  over  im’s,  but  i  am  partial  to  discord  if  u  wanna  add  me  there:    missing blackpink hours#5522
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victoria pedretti, she/her, cis female ✧*:・゚did you see josephine “jo” walker the twenty-seven (104) year old ghost walking around halloweentown? they’re known as the romantic, makes sense since they tend be quite sentimental & mystical. they work as a florist & (failed) poet and spend a lot of time at halloweentown cemetery listening to what are you doing new year’s eve? by ella fitzgerald. they’ve always reminded me of new flowers on a decaying gravestone, a fallen chandelier in the middle of a mansion. wonder how they’re taking all the disruption in the town. ( may, 19, she/her, est )
triggers: death (she is a ghost), (mass?) murder, suicide
disclaimer: i’m bad at math and figuring out years and ages required a lot more math than i was ready for, so i’m hoping i get my timeline right ! pray for me !
born in 1915 (march 5, 1915 to be more exact - gotta get that chart), josephine’s family (the ‘nickname’ didn’t come in until later) came from generations of money earned and establishment garnered. also i have no clue what i just wrote i’m writing this first bullet last asdfhjl
when she was six, she had her first encounter with the dead or dying. she’d come across a baby bird who’d been pushed out of his nest too early and, unable to find the nest itself, decided she would pick it up and cradle it in her hands until it evidently passed on. it looked at peace. 
this is unnecessary information, but it’s good to note.
anyway, if you have the money, why not spend it? when josephine was seven, the walkers moved into a victorian mansion. the patriarch was fully under the belief that he would be the next nathaniel hawthorne –– he wasn’t worried about the family going broke while he forced them to let him focus on his writing, what considering all of the money they had at the time had been simple inheritance from generations of walkers.
(kind of important to note that the victorian era was actually... pretty recent? it ended in 1901 and this is all going down in 1922 so!)
within the mansion, they also has some much needed help –– it came with two butlers, two nannies, two maids, and two groundskeepers. they seldom had any use for the nannies.
there was definitely something off, though, and that ‘off’-ness just kept increasing over time. her mother claimed to hear things. she and her siblings claimed to see things. her father began retreating into himself... 
which is why they couldn’t move! he still had work to be done! a great novel doesn’t write itself in one year, silly! they couldn’t leave! he still needed advice!
i don’t want this intro to get super long so we’ll skip ahead about a year. suffice it to say that everyone was still on their bullshit. 
in 1925, when josephine and her twin brother were 10, her older sister was 12, and her older brother was 14, her dad full-on “heeeere’s JOHNNY”d them, then killed himself.
josephine and her twin brother (who’ll just be referred to as ‘her brother’ from this point forward) were the lone survivors of the walker family. as 10y/os, they both still fit in plenty of places that their father could never.
that being said, one of the maids had also made it unscathed. an agreement was made: they helped clean up the mess – she just couldn’t handle messes! – she would act as their guardian. josephine knew they were probably doing something wrong by cleaning it all up – cleaning up a whole-ass crime scene that included their family members – before any authorities arrived, but was she in too much shock to argue? maybe so.
after that, there were zero buyers. it was already expensive, but now there’d been a mass murder? who. 
considering the maid never left the grounds, this did put her out of work. they still had the walker inheritance to fall back on, something that had been unlocked to josephine and her brother five years later, but that was it.
we’re gonna skip ahead a little bit because this is getting long. all that’s happened of note between now and the next bullet: the maid literally never left the grounds. jo began getting called jo. she tried to go to college using some of the inheritance then dropped out. she trained to become a florist.
throughout the next many years of her life, jo began trying her hand at poetry. she ultimately failed at it, but... some people just really don’t know how to market themselves. even past attempting to truly become one, she continued writing in the hope that she might finally –– after over ten years –– make peace with the massacre.
by the time she was 25, she’d gotten married. by the time she was 25, she’d pushed everything to the back-burner. by the time she was 25, she hadn’t seen or thought of the maid in years. by the time she was 25, she was discussing starting a life with her new husband.
by the tail end of her life at 25, her brother had died.
because this is a wanted connection on the main, i’m going to leave the cause unclear.
just when she thought she’d gotten over everything, as emeril would say, ‘bam!’
her husband and friends tried to be of help, but it got to the ‘beyond’ point when she started seeing her brother
another note: on the wanted connection blurb, i made it utp whether he was ~haunting~ her or if she was just hallucinating, so we also gonna make that unclear!
two years, a divorce, and multiple burned bridges later –– jo thought she finally knew what had to be done to get it to stop. she had ‘rationalized’ it as best as she could. in a lot of lore, ghosts couldn’t move on to the next plane of existence until they’d made peace with something or other. maybe there was something integral about her?
so she greeted the maid who hadn’t aged a day in the past 27 years, then proceeded to hang herself.
 this would be kind of bittersweet tragic if it’d actually worked.
 instead, this bitch was suddenly just looking at her own body like “FUCK. I REALLY DID THAT FOR NOTHING.” and gained this sick scar that wrung around her neck like the noose had.
the maid was like “i mean ur never gonna have to worry about aging now tho so??”
as it turned out, they were just in the middle of plenty of families who’d gone mad and died in that house... as she had only figured out after she killed herself.
boy, was she mad!
all of this partial humor out of the way, for the next decades upon decades, she was at a loss. the maid said that, yes, she was physically capable of leaving, but why would she when it felt so magnetic anyway?
with this in mind... jo left. it took an extremely long time to understand how to turn visible, and then even longer to understand how to turn invisible again. apparently she didn’t need doors – like, that was new.
anyway. once she had gained an understanding of what she could and could not do (rest in peace, salt), she began just... doing everything she’d been doing while she was alive... over and over again...
every morning, she made bouquets that she wasn’t paid for. every afternoon, she visited the cemetery to lay them on the most derelict graves. every night, she went back to the mansion.
did she need to find a purpose in her ‘life’ in order to move on? was there something she needed to make peace with? or was she doomed to ‘live’ forever, doing the same things, feeling trapped by the same place?
and that, my friends, is where we leave off.
personality, we’re just going to use various tests/ideas: i knew she was a pisces, kae said she sounded like a scorpio moon – so pisces sun, scorpio moon, capricorn rising (i have a birth chart now) ; total and complete enneagram type 4 ; i honestly don’t use mbti that much anymore but probs infp ; i’m undecided between hufflepuff and gryffindor... then again, i never read the books i just know she isn’t a slytherin and ppl always forget about ravenclaw ; i think melancholic? possibly phlegmatic? j definitely not choleric or sanguine
my mind! it’s so powerful!
connection ideas:
twin brother wc is on the main !
her ex-husband... but make him some immortal or undead being that, therefore, would still be alive.
other writers she’s met through the years, be they in ‘recent’ years ( any time after 1942 adhsjfl ) or in what she’d consider to be ‘her’ years.
idk just. friends. some pretty loose stuff!
any type of connection can be w/ any gender btw!
i’m. not great at wcs, but i’ll keep them coming!
i’m also so open to brainstorming or checking yours out!
like this or hmu to plot !
*my discord is also @ john donne’s whore#5590 if you prefer discord! psa that it literally won’t let me use the mobile version tho which makes plotting there! harder!
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The Reunion
This is an RP I did on discord with the fabulous @agena-sinclair-zexal​ with Eshra and her Vector. Her replies are in bold. Under the Read More is where it gets... Spicyyy. So you’ve been warned!!!
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"It... was a long time ago."
Vector blinked rapidly at that information, either Don Thousand had screwed with his memories more heavily than he thought, or this was an alternate reality. Either way, he gave her a faint grin and a pat on the shoulder. “I still find it bizarre, though I’d be willing to hear more about it, if I can get to know you better in the process ~ that is~"
Eshra's face lit red at his words, causing her to bury her face in her hands. "O-okay… Em... so, in this world... you weren't friends with Nasch?"
"No… we  are enemies."
"Ah... But... you are both... Barians?"
"Yes both of us are Barians… to put it simply we hate each other and want the other dead."
"Oh. Hm... How strange. Are you certain... he can’t forgive you? Forgiveness doesn't mean you have to forget... it helps you move forward. It's something I've had to learn to do a lot. Not a lot of people like gypsies, you see."
“Some things you just can’t get over, and I’m one of them. I don’t expect forgiveness either."
Eshra turned back to him, her hands clutching her stomach. "I forgave you. In my realm... I forgave you because... I knew it wasn't you. You're eccentric, certainly, but the Phecta I knew was never cruel. Mischievous? Yes. Malicious? Heavens, no." She explained. "I don't think you should force it, forgiveness can't be forced, but... maybe think on it a little? It doesn't mean you have to be friends again, but it does mean you won't have to carry that burden in your hearts any longer."
Vector looked off, unable to stop a wry grin at the female’s words. “For you, my lady? Sure.. I’ll think about it."
She smiled, giving Vector a warm hug. "I can help you if you would like."
The fourth Barian Emperor was not used to being given such affections, so he tensed the slightest when she held onto him, though a strange calm returned just after. He returned her hug slowly but firmly. “..I think I’d like that.” Vector chuckled. 
Eshra blushed, almost snuggling into his arms. It had been a long time since she'd held the man she loved. If only... if only he remembered. 
Vector held her back, feeling a vague pang of familiarity to the action, but it was buried deep in the recesses of his being, too far away to grasp fully at the moment. 
"So then... em... a-about this... duel game..." she began, blushing furiously, finally looking up into his eyes. Ooooh, fuck. she'd forgotten how flustered he could make her. Shit.
Now his smirk was returning, eyes crinkling with amusement which sparked brighter purple shades in his eyes. “Uh huh~? What would you like to know~?"
"U-uh... um... how does it work? I mean... the last time I saw a duel was-.... um... well, a long time ago." she replied, thinking of the battle he had with Nasch in the Labyrinth. "It... doesn't use stone tablets anymore, does it?"
“Nope~ It’s done with these sorts of cards now.” Vector unlatched his Umbral Horror deck from his belt and showed it to her.
"'Umbral Horror?' What is that?" she asked, inspecting the cards in his deck.
“Oh, that’s my deck archetype. The theme, basically.” Vector explained, watching her carefully as she examined the cards. Why was she so familiar yet felt like a stranger.
"You can have themed decks? That's amazing! Do you think they'd have gypsy cards?" She laughed.
He laughed with her, “I’m sure they do! You can find archetypes of pretty much anything these days. We.. um..” Vector scratched the back of his head and looked off. “...We could go out and, you know, look for you some cards.. no better place to start than at the beginning... if you wanted?” Lord, when was the last time the Vector felt this awkward?
She looked up at him, wonder in her pretty lavender eyes, and grinned with excitement. "I-I'd love to! It's been a while since we last went out together! A-and things have changed a lot..."
Another pang. Another sense of deja-vu mixed with a fuzzy dream-like remembrance. What was this sensation? “Great!” Vector flashed a rare, true smile at the beautiful gypsy.
She practically squealed, grabbing his hand and tugging him onward. She wanted to see the city, absorb all the new sights, and most of all spend time with the man she loved. Hopefully... maybe he'd begin to remember.
Vector let himself be tugged along, finding his heart was far less heavy when in this lady’s company. He did not want to go long without being near her ever again, and the intensity of that truth surprised no one more than him.
She slowed once they came to the edge of the downtown shopping district, marveling at all the lights and massive buildings. Eshra practically bounced with excitement, turning to Vector with a big grin. She paused a moment, looking at this necklace, a fond smile lighting her eyes. The gypsy girl reached up and carefully picked up the ring hanging from the chain, giving a breathy chuckle. "You... you kept it. All this time..."
More pressure was accumulating in Vector’s skull, like a memory trying to force its way out from its locked place in the back corners of his mind. In his rebirth he had always favored the necklace for a reason which he was never truly certain of. “...is this yours?” He whispered, breath becoming unsteady by her close proximity.
She gave a slight laugh. "It used to be... but I gave it to you... as a promise that I-... I'd find you again someday. I... guess the meaning is a little lost since you don't remember. But that's alright! My promise still stands. I'll help you remember... and then we'll b-be together again." Eshra replied, blushing.
“I..” He looked down to her hands, taking them into his with a serious expression. “I think I want that."
Eshra blushed again and, after a moment of hesitation, she stood on her toes and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, her eyes glittering with love and cheeks tinged red in both excitement and embarrassment.
There was, the barian emperor knew, at least a half a moment where he went completely brain-dead. The kiss was somehow everything he had never known he wanted, and something he’d been yearning the return of. Nothing made sense to him anymore, and Vector found that he did not give a damn. His arms snaked around her waist practically on their own accord, dipping the gypsy back a little to deepen the kiss when Vector reciprocated.
She squeaked in surprise but after a moment, she hummed and melted into his touch. Home. This was where she'd been yearning to be for hundreds of years.
Just like that, Vector felt something within his mind snap and break free, carrying him away towards a distant voice which he had all but forgotten in his rebirth. “Y-you did it… you fought back. I saw it… You’re s-so much stronger t-than you think, Phecta.” Vector broke away from the kiss in shock, holding his head and panting hard as his heart raced. A feeling of whiplash nearly sending him to his knees. “Wh-What..?"
"Vector? Are you alright?" Eshra asked, placing a hand on his cheek and the other on his forehead. "Are you unwell? W-we don't have to do anything today if you're feeling ill. Oh, God, I-I should have known this would all be too much."
“I... I hear your voice...” Vector muttered, “..in my head, it...... you’re dying.."
Her eyes widened, that spot on her stomach twinging ever so slightly. She looked around at the other people milling about, slightly panicked. Carefully, she supported him on her shoulder and walked into an alley, letting him sit in the shade. "I... em... I-I did... I did not want to overwhelm you... but... if you would like... I can try to explain... what happened." she offered, pulling her knees up to her chest.
Vector was breathing restlessly still, his hand clasping over Eshra’s even after they sat in the dark alley. Whether this was to calm her down or to center himself, he wasn’t sure. He just needed to feel her. “Yes.” He managed after a pause.
She took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright. I... I did know you a very long time ago. You were the prince of a kingdom along the coast. Your... father wasn't pleased when we arrived, but I think your mother convinced him to let us stay for a while, after all we did have goods to trade. We often brought with us a festival to the kingdoms we visited, and decided to hold a performance as a thank you. T-That... was when I met you." She started, looking to him.
As she spoke, Vector felt he could see all of this happening before him, in his mind’s eye. Just from a slightly different perspective. The gypsies arrival. His father, angry. His mother, understanding. A festival that he should not have been at, watching a girl dance her way towards him. He was remembering.
She laughed a little, glancing away as she blushed again. "I ah... spotted you in the crowd a-and... I thought you were just a very handsome commoner s-so... I gave you my scarf. When you came to find me, I still didn't recognize you. Your disguise was... very well done. I showed you around the festival and... it truly was one of the best days of my life. It got even better when you asked to meet near the palace. I found that a little strange but I just chalked it up to you working for the royals. God.... I nearly fainted when you approached dressed as a royal. Never in my life did I think..."
They'd toured the garden that night. She’d complimented the vines of flowers which climbed the walls of the courtyard. Her skirt swished with every skip-like movement she made. Vector couldn’t stop staring at her lips. He felt like he wanted to cry, or laugh, or be sick.
"I came to see you frequently, and you told me of your friends across the sea, of your lament that your father's war had separated you, and your dreams of ending the wars. I... I was captivated. You doubted yourself at times, but I told you I believed you were destined for greatness. I knew that... that you were supposed to bring peace to the realms. When your father fell ill and you were made regent... God, I felt awful, but part of me rejoiced. He was too weak to harm anyone anymore, and you could finally make your dream a reality. A-And then... you... you offered me and my people something we have yearned for but have never been able to find... you offered us a home." Eshra continued, her voice wavering with emotion, a few joyful tears spilling down her cheeks at the very memory.
Vector’s hand gripped hers tighter, images swimming behind his eyelids in tune with what Eshra spoke of. It was dizzying, but he couldn’t stop now. He needed to see and hear this through to the end. He needed to remember the worst along with the good.
"I was so excited... I went to tell my fellows the news, and we all rejoiced. But then... then some of your guards came and told us to pack anything we could carry and come to the docks. They told us... the King and Queen were dead. They said you'd requested us there so... we went. When we met, you had us all ushered onto a ship, and said that it wasn't safe for us, but that you would send us somewhere that was safe. You looked... so ill, and I begged to stay with you, but you insisted. So... I gave you my ring as a promise that I would return to you again. You gave me a letter and... and I kissed you goodbye. God, I felt like my whole world was collapsing as that ship set sail." She recalled, shuddering.
He had too. Don Thousand’s hold on him was new enough that he managed to fight back at least to get Eshra and her family of travelers to safety. But even as he had kissed her farewell, Phecta felt himself slipping deeper and deeper away. As soon as she had left his sight, the madness  began to creep in, and by the time Eshra and her ship had sailed beyond sight into the horizon, The Mad Prince was shaking with barely concealed laughter. Vector pulled her into his arms as she continued, hating this story but needing to hear it’s finish.
"Nasch was... surprised to see us, but when he read your letter, he didn't hesitate to take us in. He and his sister really were very kind to us... but those months I spent there didn't even feel real. Haha... at one point I feared I was losing my mind because I swore I heard and saw a mermaid. She sang beautifully." Eshra said, smiling softly. "Anyway... my people and I stayed in Nasch's kingdom for 5 long months, but I never once gave up hope that I would see you again. I... I was right. We began hearing news of a ruthless Mad Prince who was tearing a valley of carnage and headed our way. I knew... I didn't want to believe it, but I knew i-it... it was you. And again, I was right. Two days later, your fleet of ships converged on the United Lands. Nasch tried to keep me in the palace, but I needed to see you. I hoped I could help end this before anyone was hurt. I escaped the palace and had to fight the waves to get to your ship." Eshra shuddered, but snuggled into his arms. "I was dragged aboard and thrown at your feet... I feared for my life, but to my shock and terror, you ran the guard who had manhandled me right through, as if he were mere cattle. Oh... Vector, your eyes. I couldn't see you in your eyes. It was as if your very soul was gone. Even so, you welcomed me, helped me to my feet, and... and promised the United Lands to me a-as... a wedding gift. My heart shattered. I begged you to end this, to call off your monsters and to just... go home. I had no desire for riches or land... all I wanted was to be with you. I could see you fighting it and... and for a moment I had hope. But then, you lashed out, called me weak... s-said your... your father was right about us... but I was not going to be scared away so easily. I just... let you rant. When youd finished, I just... opened my arms to you. I still believe you would have come if Merag hadn't-... h-hadn't sacrificed herself. But she did, and you, driven by a rage I knew was not yours, drew your sword... and ran me through."
A compression built in his chest the closer Eshra got to the end of her story, Vector shut his eyes hard while cradling the gypsy girl to ease her shaking, but the barian was in no better shape. “...Eshra..” He grasped at the right thing to say, but found nothing save the bitter taste in his mouth which accumulated when she said those final gut wrenching words.
"And then... I looked into your eyes, and I saw you. You were... horrified. You started screaming and caught me as I fell... but I was so happy. You were back." She said, caressing his cheek and turning his head so she could see his eyes. It was so eerily similar to the scene on the ship, but this time there was no danger of death. Just two souls basking in one another's presence.
“I know.. Eshra...” He bent down to rest his forehead on hers, breathing in and out deeply while their arms were tangled up around each other. The redhead couldn’t recall the last time he felt this whole. “...I remember."
"Even as I was dying... I felt at home. Do you... remember my last words?" She asked curiously, her breath warm against his neck.
He swallowed hard, fighting back the sting behind his eyes. “You said.. you said it was going to be okay. That.. you loved me... you said..” Vector met her gaze then, his hand sliding up to weave gently through her dark hair, tilting their faces closer and closer.“...I will always love you.”
She let out a breathless laugh and closed the distance.  He remembered. She wasn't too late. She nearly laughed aloud, oh how she would have loved to see the look on Don Thousand's arrogant face. He had failed. She pulled back for a moment, her breath heavy. "I promise you... I will never leave you again. I love you, Phecta. My beloved Prince."
Vector finally let out a laugh of his own, rising to his feet and spinning Eshra around in the air happily. When he finally set her down again, he kissed her with all the love he had been unknowingly holding locked away.  “You’re damn right you’re not leaving me again,” He smiled, peppering her face with smaller loving kisses. “We’re back.. we’re both back, Eshra!"
Eshra squealed, laughing and holding him close. "I knew I'd find you! I knew you'd return to me." She giggled, caressing his face. "You went through so much... I'm so sorry I wasn't able to return sooner. That cretin Don Thousand  did his damndest to keep us from you. But he failed! He failed, and he can never harm us again! Vector we.... we can have a second chance. We can have a life together." She laughed breathlessly, tears of joy in her eyes.
Vector held her face firmly but carefully, pecking away her tears and smiling through his own watery violet eyes. “We can, we will! I won’t let anything take you away from me again.. I swear it, Eshra, on my new life."
She hummed happily, snuggling into his arms. "Do.... do you have somewhere to stay? If not... I think a friend of mine can help us."
“I’ve been staying with Nasch and the other emperors at his manor.” Vector explained, frowning as he realized he may have to try to be buddy-buddy with his former greatest enemy. But that was a can of worms for another evening. “I don’t want to leave your side, not now. Where are you staying?"
Eshra laughed, kissing him softly. "Funny enough... I've been staying with the Spirits of Light. Avina has a rather lovely house on the edge of town, large enough for us. I guess her music career pays very well."
“The Spirits of... Light?” He had heard the name Avina  before too, Gilag listened to her music along with that other pop singer Scarlett Starling, who had that dreadful ‘Take A Chance’  song. “That’s fine, Eshra. I’ll stay anywhere so long as it’s with you."
She giggled, taking his hand and walking with him to the city edge and leading him to a lovely looking house, definitely modern architecture. A girl with bright magenta hair sat out on the porch, plucking the strings on an electric guitar. She noticed the two and grinned, waving at Eshra. "Hey Esh! I see you found ya boi. You two love birds need a room or something?" she crowed, giving a playful wink. Eshra's face lit bright red as she buried it into Vector's chest.
He smiled in a soft way down at his girl and slid his arm more securely around her waist, then addressing the new female with a much more, well, Vector  smirk. “Supposing we do~ How soundproof are the walls here~?”
Avina's brows rose, a huge grin spreading across her face, Eshra sputtering like a flustered mess. "Weh-he-helll, I think I can help with that~~" She replied, setting her guitar down and leading them into the house. She took them downstairs and into a room at the end of the hallway. The inside was nicely decorated and the walls had these plush wall hangings. Avina leaned on the door frame and winked at Vector. "This should be eh.... quiet enough for ya. Well, quiet for us, I'm sure that won't be the case for you two."
Vector flashed a teasing smirk to Eshra, nodding to Avina in thanks as he surveyed the room. “Yep~ this ought to do nicely~ I’ll try to keep it down, but you know how it goes when you just can’t help it~"
Eshra wheezed while Avina laughed. "Just be sure to play it safe you two~~" she cooed, winking. "Hhhhnnn, thank you Avina..." Eshra mumbled, nuzzling into Vector's chest.
Vector gave her a fluttery fingered wave goodbye until Avina closed the door, looking down at Eshra in satisfaction. “What~? I snore.” He purred, then laughed at his girl’s face. “So-rry, dear~ Couldn’t resist~"
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Eshra fairly pouted, but rather suddenly snaked a hand behind his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. "Is that so? Well, maybe I'll just have to make sure the room gets used for exactly what Avi thinks, hm? Or would you rather I just tease you? I never got to hear you... sing last time we were together~" she countered, giving a mischievous smirk of her own. Turns out the little gypsy could be quite a vixen behind closed doors.
Vector’s teasing smirk turned positively wolfish, snatching the girl by the hips and tossing her onto the bed, making quick to climb over her with a deep growl rumbling in his throat. “Keeping talkin’ like that, sweetheart~ I’ve seen the way you dance on your feet, but how about on your back~?"
Eshra giggled, her arms sliding around his shoulders and pulling him down so their bodies were flush against one another. She gasped softly. "Ah- oh god! I-I missed you so much. I hated watching from afar. Oh God, Vector, please!"
As if he needed more  encouragement. Vector was already tossing away his jacket and sliding his hands under the fabric of her shirt before Eshra was finished speaking. His heart was drumming wildly in excitement and love towards the girl beneath him, as translated in his eager but gentle movements. He intended to prove she belonged to him and that he was hers just as much.
Desperate hands pulled at the laces on her vest, quickly discarding the article of clothing. She pressed a passionate kiss to his lips before laying back, her hair splayed out like a halo, an open invitation to her beloved. She trusted him. After everything... she trusted him. She'd gladly put her life in his hands a thousand times over, no hesitation at all. Her shirt rose up on her torso, revealing a flat stomach... and a scar.
Vector hesitated when seeing the mark of her past death, a hitch cutting in to his breathing like the sight wounded an unseen part of him. He bent down to press his lips to the scar, a husky but emotional apology spilling from his lips between each loving kiss.
Her hands lovingly stroked his hair, urging him to move back up to her. "My love... I forgave you. Nothing can change that. I have no regrets, and I would do it a thousand times over... if it meant that I would get to have you one day kiss my stomach for another reason..." she cooed, blushing softly. Her hands trailed up and down his sides, admiring the feeling of his bare skin in her hands.
“..I know, sweetheart. And you have waited long enough~”  He purred, a hand dipping down around her back to press their bodies closer as he rose back up to meet her lips with a searing kiss. A mix of his barian powers and his free hand quickly beginning to peel off the remaining clothes separating them. Adding teasing caresses here and there, coupled with deepening the kiss and pinning Eshra to the mattress.
Eshra gave a wanton moan, arching into his touch. She squirmed out of her shirt and skirt, laying against the soft sheets, panting and insanely aroused. "Vector... Vector~"
Her moans were met with another growl, one filled with desire and impatience. Vector nipped at Eshra’s lower lip longingly, trailing his warm mouth down her delicate neck to her collar. His hands roaming her bare body whilst he positioned himself over her, “Eshra~” 
Her hands slid down his sides and back before quite suddenly grabbing his ass and squeezing, giving a coy smile. 
Vector grunted and then chuckled, peering down at the gypsy girl with a rogue smile, “Naughty girl~” Arching his body, the red haired male moved his hips so their lower halves pressing and grinding together teasingly, his mouth moving to suck and kiss along Eshra’s breasts in retaliation. 
Eshra gasped, arching into him and closing her eyes in ecstasy. She then got an absolutely sinful idea. She sat up slowly, pushing him so he lay against the pillows while she kissed a trail from his neck on down, down, down. She looked up at him through thick lashes, seductive and mischievous intent lighting her eyes. "I... I want to try something." 
Oh Vector was well acquainted with sinful intent, and his eyes grew alight with desire and lust. “Very well, my dearest gypsy~ Just remember, don’t dish out anything you yourself cannot handle~ It’ll be your turn before the night is over~” 
Eshra grinned, freeing him from his pants. She moaned in anticipation, wrapping her fingers around the heated length. With her heart hammering in her chest and her mind clouded with lust, Eshra took him into her mouth, easing down so as not to choke. Christ, this feeling was addicting. She could taste him got God's sake, and this alone had her moaning around him.
Vector could not stop the cry that left him when he felt her mouth over him, he had to force himself not to buck up as a spark of pleasure zapped through him. “Ah-!.. God.. Eshra!”
She chuckled slightly but continued to take him in. She sucked every so lightly as she pulled back before swallowing him again. Her hair bounced slightly as she moved, her hands stroked from the crease of his thighs, down and back. She wanted to drive him mad in her own way, she wanted to see rapture on his face, she wanted to give him all the pleasure they had been denied.
His hands fisted into the covers tautly, head tilted and adam’s apple bobbing, groaning with the girl’s every intake of him. He couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling, just jolts of pleasure cascading up every moment Eshra moved. And Numeron Code, her mouth was so warm! “Fuck~! Eshra~ Mmh~ Yes, sweetheart, just like that~”
Eshra moaned at his praise, deciding to kick it up a notch by humming around him. Her own center burned with need, and every groan and twitch from him only served to stoke the fire in her. She was consumed by him; his taste, his scent, his touch, his voice and his look all converged on her senses and, God help her, she never wanted it to end.
There was a knot building up from the repeated onslaught of Eshra deep throating him, and his moans and growls were becoming sloppier with the intensifying friction. His fingers massaged into her scalp and tugged gently on her raven locks. “Ah~ M-Mh! God, Eshra~ Sweetheart~ I’m going to--“
She knew it was coming, and God did she want it. She bobbed her head a couple more times before she stilled, ready for him.
Vector released with a sharp breathy cry of overwhelming fulfillment. Dropping back against the pillows and panting hard, enjoying the afterglow of pleasure still echoing in his body from the experience.
Eshra moaned, feeling him pulse and flood her mouth. She looked up at him, his length still in her mouth, and swallowed before slowly pulling back. She panted softly, admiring her work. He looked like the god Eros himself, and her heart soared knowing she was the cause.  She kissed up his chest, settling for sucking a little hickey into his neck since she doubted he wanted to taste himself on her tongue.
Vector hummed contently, letting her kiss over his chest and neckline while his hands roaming over her body, giving her  ass a quick but gentle teasing smack. Grinning down at her devilishly as he leaned up suddenly so Eshra was seated in his lap. “Your turn~”
Eshra squeaked, biting her lip in excitement. Fuck, he was hot. She wasn't entirely sure if she'd fallen for an angel, or a devil. One look at his captivating eyes, and suddenly she just didn't care!
He started slow, grinding his pelvis against her womanhood while his hands roamed up and down her backside. Sucking and licking Eshra’s collar and chest, teasing her nipples to coax out more of those delicious noises she made.
She moaned softly, leaning into his touch. His hands on her breasts felt so good, her vision going hazy. "V-Vector~ Don't stop~ I-I... I need more~" she breathed, sucking softly at the skin on his neck.
Smirking against her smooth skin, Vector dipped his head to move his warm cavern over Eshra’s left breast, bucking up more so that his tip brushed her entrance.
She threw her head back, crying out in pleasure. She ground against his length, her center aching for relief. Lost in a haze, Eshra couldn't help herself, a string of incoherent moans and words spilling from her kiss-bruised lips.
“This may hurt~ tell me if you need it slower~” Vector murmured huskily in her ear, arms tightening around her hips to lift her slightly. With an eager thrust, he pushed inside of the girl he loved, grunting at how hot and tight she was.
There was pain, but this was something she knew would happen. Her mother and the women of her band had taught her all they knew about maturing bodies and reproduction. The brief pain of the first time was an honor, and really only served to heighten the pleasure. She bit her lip at the sting, but moaned loudly, burying her face in his neck. She felt him inside of her. They were one. Her body squeezed him ever so gently, eager to take all he had to offer. "Oh- oh my g- ah! Oh, Vector! I love you, I love you so much! Oh fuck.." Eshra panted.
“And I love you,” Vector moaned lowly, picking up his pace involuntarily while just being mesmerized by how gorgeous and erotic she looked while riding him.  His member hitting different areas within her in search of those special bundle of nerves. ”Sing for me, sweetheart~ call my name~”
"Nnn, Vector~ I-I- ah! Phecta! My Prince! Mmn!" She cried, meeting his thrusts as best she could in her pleasure-hazed state. Suddenly, she yelped, seeing stars. "There! There! Oh, my god!"
There. Vector purred to himself in triumph, that was the spot. He hit that place deeper, moaning in adoring towards Eshra as he made hard but sweet love to her. His movements were getting subtly sloppier, faster in anticipation and want to send his girl over the edge with pleasure.
Eshra could feel something coming. She gasped, his thrusts filling her and hitting that spot within her every time. She took one of his hands and guided it to her center, showing him exactly what spot would push her over the edge. Overcome with passion, she pressed herself as close as she could get, kissing him with abandon.
A breathy purr left his lips, watching in devotion as she came undone at his touch, each motion like he was worshiping her with every fiber of his body. Their kiss was burning and passionate, the rhythm of their souls entangled and in sync. Vector hit her good spot as hard as he could, going faster and stronger, groaning her name with mindless fervor.
She opened her hazy lavender eyes, and the look in his eyes alone nearly undid her. She caressed his body, his shoulders, his neck, his sides. It felt like an eternity and yet only a few brief seconds... and she was at her peak. Her eyes rolled up and a scream of pleasure tore itself from her lungs, her release crashing over her like a tsunami. She gasped, her whole body trembling in ecstasy. "Vector~!!"
If he could have released again, he would have. The feel of Eshra tightening around him and being driven to her limit by his hands was a feeling Vector was doubtful he wanted to go a day without again. He kissed her lip softly, slowing his pumps to a steady rhythm before exiting her carefully.
She slumped against him, panting in satisfaction, her fingers trailing along his skin. "I-... T-that was... oh, Vector... I'm so happy. I don't know what I did to deserve someone as wonderful as you... but I thank whatever god saw fit to bless me with you." she murmured, one hand toying with his necklace absentmindedly.
Vector fell back into the pillows, cradling her close while they bathed in the wonderful feeling of completion with one another. “It’s me who doesn’t deserve you , sweetheart. This night was by far the greatest thing that has happened to me, and I don’t just mean the sex. Though, let’s be honest, we killed it.” He flopped on his side to give her a bright-eyed smile. “But we returned to each other... we’re together again.."
She smiled, snuggling into his arms and kissing him, her movements slow and leisurely. "No matter what happens... I'll never leave you again. I will not let anything take you from me. Hell will freeze over before I let you go." Eshra replied, caressing his face. "I love you, Vector. I will always love you."
“I’m not leaving you ever. Never again Eshra. It’s you and me.” He murmured tiredly but happily, kissing her damp forehead. “I love you, more than I thought I could ever love anything.."
She giggled, nuzzling his neck and sighing. It was only a few seconds until her soft breathing confirmed she'd fallen asleep. Upstairs in the dining room, Avina and Larissa clinked their glasses, taking a drink in solidarity for their friend. SongLi knitted in a seat across from the other two, a knowing smile on her face. Eshra and Vector certainly did make a lovely couple...
Vector fell asleep soon after her, just utterly enraptured by her beauty, and who she was as a person. His dreams were filled with her, of them together, and he kept his arm about her the whole night.
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Fanfiction Writer’s Appreciation Day
When I saw some other people making posts screaming positivity into the void of Tumblr, I knew that I couldn’t rest until I had too.
I don’t have near as much time to read fanfic as I used to, and I can’t remember the last time I regularly read fics that were longer than drabbles. If I read a long fic now, it’s solely because I want to see more by the fic’s author, and I want to spam all of their works w love.
In fact, my entire involvement w the fandom community has changed a lot over this calendar year: I’ve begun to actually interact w other creators and fans in the community, and that has come to be the most important part of fanfic for me. I’ve always loved the content, that’s what brought me here, but I’ve stayed for the people I’ve met and friends I’ve made.
So! This is a fairly-inclusive list of a WHOLE BUNCH of authors that I love and why I love you. <3 <3 In the spirit of Fanfic Writers’ Appreciation Day, here we go!
There is no one I can start w besides my irl best friend @strangenscary. Hanged Man convinced me to get a Tumblr, first off--I wouldn’t know any of you guys if she hadn’t talked me into that. And she’s also the reason I read Harry Potter! And, beyond just being a fantastic friend, she writes really awesome Kpop drabbles (that you should 100% check out if you like Kpop fandoms).
Then, next in the chronological order, is @jbankai89. I found their fic I Will Save Myself while searching for really angsty fics and have kinda been along for most all of the ride? The fic just ended a week or so ago and I rec it wholeheartedly--it’s got one of the best journeys through mental health healing and learning how to work out a relationship of anything I’ve read. I’m really glad I got to follow along w it!
I made a personal resolution to start commenting on fics and interacting w other authors about halfway thru I Will Save Myself. It was this decision that gave me the courage to leap into HP’s corner of Tumblr this past May, and by asking into Drarry fests I met @lettersbyelise! Elise is a beautiful lovely human being and I’m really glad I know her now! She introduced me to the Drarry Discord, which is how I met most all of the rest of you guys I’m about to rec.
@drarrymylove... Jeni is absolutely fantastic. I actually did follow her and read all of her everything before joining the Discord, and I was over the moon to get to interact w her. I beta’d her Drizzle and was internally fangirling so hard I had to take a break and chill out. You’re a super cool and special person I’m really glad to have met!!
@xx-thedarklord-xx is a fandom giant for really good reason. All of Sam’s fics are literary gold. She beta’d a drabble for me a couple months ago and I was starstruck, remembering spending long nights binging all of her fics. The Flower War fic was the first one she wrote since I’ve been following her and it’s one of my absolute favorites. If you’ve never read her stuff go find her!
@aibidil I’ve never interacted w much but seems like the helpful Mother of the Discord. She swoops in to save the day all the time and I’m always amazed. Not to mention her fanfic is incredible.
@l0vegl0wsinthedark, @goldentruth813, @snortinglaughter, @erin-riwen, @lqtraintracks, @carpemermaid, @synonym-for-life, @violetclarity, @bixgirl1, @writcraft, @parkkate, @harryandhislittledragon, @foularcadebanana, spookywoods and tari_vilya are all really cool peeps I know but haven’t interacted w enough to tell you specific awesome things about them, but they’re all great too! And their fic!!! All of their fic is entirely worth your while to check out!!
@drarrytingz, @ladybraken, @yosoylaborinquena, @gnarf, @unicornsandphoenix, @restlessandordinary, @slythrns-heir, @maesterchill, @breathofmine and @ununquadius are all fantastic people I’ve met thru beta’ing. Either I beta’d for them or them for me. Betas are such a huge huge part of fanfiction and such important people to writers I wanted to give y’all you’re own paragraph, but a number of you I’ve also gone on to get to know some of the best out of all of my online peeps!
ununquadius, goodness, I always get super excited when I see that you’ve written something! Every time! And even more when I get to beta it! <3 <3 We have, like, an actual author-beta thing going on and I think that’s the absolute greatest.
drarrytingz, gnarf, yosoylaborinquena, y’all are so nice and supportive and I love seeing you guys in my dash!!
@slythrns-heir deserves more accolades than I can come up w--from beta’ing to just generally appreciating authors and fans SO MUCH and doing so much for us and the community--you’re an absolute gem. <3 <3
@call-me-hopelesss is an awesome writer and I’ve been slowly chipping away at their Ao3 works for several weeks now, but that’s not what I think is the coolest, most mind-blowing thing about them. They leave some of the best comments I’ve ever seen, and they leave them all over!! I remember reading thru HD Birthday Bash and being really touched by how they’d left a really thoughtful comment on every fic. That kind of support is amazing, and you just blow me away. <3
@doubleappled, @nifflers-n-nargles, @llap115, and @harryromper are really really cool mutuals who I’ve really noticed thru fests. I always get really excited to see them on an author list for an anon fest, or commenting, or anything! They’re all as awesome as their works, and you should totally go check them out too!
But all of these peeps have been Drarry Discord peeps!! A few weeks after joining over there, I also joined the Tomarry Discord. As much as I love my Drarry friends my awesome Tomarry friends are a lot louder and talk a LOT so I really kinda know them a bit better.
@mirandaflamel, my wonderful owl wife, all of my love to you and your beautiful stories. @kuffymik, you and Meb terrify me just a little and I occasionally flee from your convos, but your writing is fantastic and I love you too. Same goes to @lord-of-the-snakes, tho I actually think I’ve known you the longest and that you’ve staked a place at the very very bottom of the Tomarry pit, so everything I said to Mik tenfold, really. @nencenedril, you sometimes seem to be the sane one and sometimes surprise me with how unusually creative you are. You’re really cool. <3 @cybrid, I followed your fics way before I realized that was YOU, and then I squeed a lot. But! You’re a fantastic author and mod and I’m really happy you stick around and join in on our insanity. I send my love to all of the other lovely writers I know on the Tomarry Discord whose Tumblrs I don’t know. (A special thx on this special day to Itsy’s perseverance w all of us)
@batsutousai gets a paragraph. If you’ve never read anything by Bats, you really really should stop everything and go read some of Bats’ fic. Any of Bats’ fics. They’re all legendary and deserve odes to be sung to them. I’ve held it in for this long so I might as well reveal that I’ve actually genuinely been following Bats since 2015, way before I knew anything about Harry Potter, bc her Marvel fics are also fantastic. When I got into HP I remembered that she’d also written for that fandom and went and read all of her stuff and that’s genuinely how I fell into the Tomarrymort pit. (thx Bats.) SO yeah, again, go check her out!!!!
While we’re on Marvel, @veliseraptor is someone I don’t think I’ve ever had the guts to speak to, but she is an utter legend as well and is rather solely responsible for the Stoki ship. I’d suggest giving her works a try if you don’t mind being pulled into a new ship--bc I would bet money you can’t read Lise’s works without getting pulled into Stoki, they’re so good. Kudos to a fandom goddess over there.
Back to HP, @asexual-lovegood and @rose-grangerweasleyisbae are my two all time favorite Tumblr drabble writers, so if you can it’s totally worth it to check them out. All of their stuff is gold. All of it.
To close up my really really long Author Love post here, I present to you Lomonaaeren, @renderedreversed, and wynnbat, who I’ve also never spoken to but when I try to think of mind-blowing, I-can’t-put-this-down fics by people I don’t really know, these are the three authors that come to mind.
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So! Lots of love to everyone! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Fandom community is brilliant and amazing and you awesome authors are a huge part of what makes us exist. Thank you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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hogtowned-blog · 6 years
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( MAIA MITCHELL. FEMALE. SHE/HER. )  —  oh, you mean sierra murphy, the 25 year-old cosmetologist? they live in L203 & have been here for one year. i know they’re an aquarius and when i see them, i can’t help but think of weakly woven beaded bracelets, creased concealer barely covering dark bags, and the ritualistic removal of the glitter and glitz of a long night out. but go say hey, get to know them for yourself! 
hey hey! my name is liz aka admin l and i’m so excited 2 rp w/ u !! i’m a 21 y/o living in the cst timezone and i’m down w/ she/they pronouns. i’ve got a few kids to hit you with but im caught up on the main a little so they may be spaced out. i’m down to plot just about anything!! feel free to hit me up here but if u got one i rly prefer discord where u can reach me @ rebel, rebel #5957 :))
A HISTORY
sierra grew up middle class as they come. her parents went all in on it: the house in the suburbs, the nuclear family, the dog and the picket fence. she was born their first child, and grew up with her little brother just behind her. there were no great tragedies in her childhood. they were happy and they got by, and that’s something she’ll always remember.
sierra always strove in the spotlight. she’s always loved getting a little extra attention. she took up cheer in middle school and used it to her advantage: she wasn’t cruel, but she certainly soaked up being able to create a cool girl persona for herself. her parents were glad she had the extracurricular, and she reveled in becoming one of the faces most well known of her class.
high school comes around and it’s more of the big same. she continues to be generally well liked and popular. for three years, she frequents party scenes, tries to get to as many people as she cans, but all the while, she never really stopped to make like. meaningful lasting connections. like she’s the kinda girl to say she loves you the night you meet her but then you don’t hear from her for weeks. she was kind of that person that everyone knew and was pretty much cool with but asides from a few exceptions didn’t have many real friends just casual pals and people she could party with.
her senior year, someone wrote on the third stall in the one nice girl’s bathroom at school that she was a superficial bitch. no one paid as much mind to it as she did. because in all reality, it was right. she cared about the wrong things for the wrong reasons. she drove around for a couple hours listening to kelly clarkson and really trying to figure her ish out and ultimately decided to try to be more real with people. she wanted things to be honest and she wanted the people that liked her to like her for who she was not just because she was cool to hang out with sometimes.
a side effect of making her circle small was that she really got clingy to people who were nice to her plain and simple. enter noah. they met a while after that, but while she was still kinda trying to find herself beyond trying to be the most likable person in a room. he took to the amount of her real self she showed, and he made her feel special. but it got super serious super fast once she found out she was pregnant.
pregnancy tw when she found out she was pregnant, she prepared to take it in stride. with noah, she really felt like maybe she could pull all of this off, and be the kind of person who roots themselves in family, because it’s how she got by as a kid. she knew that an unplanned pregnancy as young as they were wasn’t really the most statistically sound foundation for her family and the rest of her life to be built on, but she figured it was worth a shot. she started to pursue a more serious relationship with noah and finished up obtaining her cosmetology license and really tricked herself into feeling like she had this on lock.
things were okay for a while. and then they weren’t. sometimes the strain of moving that quickly tears things apart, and before their daughter ava’s first birthday, noah and sierra had called it. they’re still amicable to coparent, but it’s undeniable that things are vastly different in sierra’s life as she functions largely as a single mother.
she’s sort of in a catch in her life now where she wants to be the mature adult her daughter needs her to be, but she’s also still twenty-five, single, and finding her footing in the world. yes, she watches more doc mcstuffins than most people her age, but she’s also not afraid to take a night off and head out on the town with her girls when she needs it. so bottom line is her life at this point is all about working to find that balance and allow herself to be both a mother and her own person.
A LIL MORE
make no mistake, sierra’s never taken being miss Thing to a mean place. she was never cruel, but there was always something just,,, kinda spacey about her, because she was nice enough and fun to have at a party but she really is the chameleon type of person to adjust 2 whatever her surroundings were. she’s a little fake in that sense and there are times people have been able to scope cracks in her facade to see that she’s more shallow than she lets on
she’s weirdly zen now like she worked out her stuff and she’s come back a lot less high strung than before catch her doing yoga on the beach in the early mornings with the oldsters
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she can find herself slipping back into old habits and kinda just agreeing to things for the sake of being agreeable and likable or acting out because of the attention it brings so look out
week days she pretty diligently devotes herself to keeping up work and her family but the weekends unless she has explicit plans that require her 2 keep it Professional and good influence-y she’s probably throwing down some….. old habits die hard
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debu-neko-kun · 6 years
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This was a commission for somebody on Discord. I was given the prompt “Guy grows huge from magic underwear” and, well, we have this! One of my favorite growth methods, I gotta say. Anyway, enjoy a slender Korean lad growing quite large. 
Kae yawned and stretched his slender arms, squinting against the bright sun as he awoke. Despite the rays on his pale, freckled skin, he shivered like an ice storm bore down on him and shuffled to the bathroom on zombie-like autopilot. The light above the sink flickered as he waited for the bathtub to fill, his tailbone pressing uncomfortably against the seat cover of the toilet. Just as well, he thought as he stared at the same thin, sunken features as always. Sharp, boring jaw lines, a sharp chin, piercing blue eyes. Narrow, cold, lacking… something. But what? As he sank into the warm water, he pondered this. What could possibly make him love himself? What push, nudge, poke in the right direction could he possibly find? He had a nice job, a decent apartment, time enough for himself. Sure, he didn’t exactly have an insane amount of friends… or any… and sure, his love life was lacking… severely… but what was stopping him from just going out and finding somebody? He had options! There was Steve in accounting… no, he was with Brad, right. Tom, in publishing? Zip, he was straight as an arrow. John? Forget it. Kae sank deeper into the steamy bath water, out of the stream of morning light. There was only really one man he wanted… “Don’t think about it.” he murmured to himself. Too late. James. The name curled around his mind tight as a noose, bringing a fresh red flush to his cheeks. He’d first laid eyes on the gentle creature nearly a month ago, after a particularly tiresome night at work. Muscles too weak to craft a meal from the fridge, he’d ordered out: a small pizza. When it arrived, he’d expected the same variety of highschool punk. Instead, he’d opened the door to find a cute, flustered, slightly-overweight cupid staring back at him. “Oh, uhm… hello there. Kae, publishing.” He’d smiled, offering his hand to the confused worker. “Uh, hey. Guess this is for you, Mr. Kae. Enjoy.” He responded softly, lips curling into a slight smile as he placed the pizza into his outstretched hand. “Yes… right, thank you. Goodbye.” And that was that. One awkward meeting on his doorstep and his heart was sent reeling, rolling into an abyss that bowled any thoughts of work for the next several days. Was this what a crush felt like? There was never any time for them before now, only flings, but something about James sparked a flame in his lonely heart. A few days later, hungry and bored, he skimmed through the advertisements on the community page, spotting the same pizza place he’d ordered from a few nights earlier. They weren’t far, and the food was good…   Before he could consider other options, Kae was already at the front counter, ordering a medium cheese from a 400 lb highschooler. He gave him a smile and waddled to the back while Kae found a seat, and that’s when he saw it: The kiss. James, pizza boy James, cupid James, “Would you like a coffee with me?” James, wrapped up in the arms of a man at least five times his weight, exchanging soft, passionate kisses beneath the neon light of the arcade games in the corner. The lights stained the memory pink, made his stomach flip just thinking about it. The way James grabbed his overflowing backfat, the way their chubby chins pushed and rubbed together, the way their massive thighs intertwined… Kae submerged his head beneath the lukewarm water in the present. Be happy for him, he thought. You were just too late. Too late and not his type. Just as he thought his eyes would explode from holding in hot tears, the buzzer sounded out at the door. Kae quickly surfaced and slipped out of the tub, wrapping himself in an absorbent blue bathrobe before rushing off to the door, just as the buzzer rang again. “Who is it?” he asked, holding down the call button. “Delivery!” sang a voice from below, high and excited. “Delivery? I didn’t order anything. You must have the wrong house-” “One package for a mister Kae Chi-gon, 8th floor, Room 255. Special delivery, I need a signature please!” Kae sighed and leaned his head against the buzzer panel. “Come on up. It’s unlocked.” He heard a boyish giggle before letting up on the button, moving to unlock the door. Before he could even slide the latch back, a tiny knock rapped at his door. “What the-” he started, quickly pulling the door open to reveal a short, wide-hipped boy in what appeared to be some sort postal uniform, only far more gothic. Kae’s eyes were immediately drawn to the black khaki shorts that snugged tight against his bottom, doing nothing to slim the basketball butt and thick hips, only serving to accentuate his unnaturally pale thighs that bulged against his striped knee-high socks. “Allow me to introduce myself, mortal man! My name is P.M. Crowe, with the Incubus Delivery Service. I couldn’t help but feel your heart breaking, and deemed it necessary to invoke my services to get it back to tip top shape!” Kae squinted at the boy as he stood in the doorway, hand on one hip, his other slender arm clutching a box decorated with gold foil. “Is this some kind of prank? Did somebody at the office send you?” he scoffed. “I don’t think it’s very funny, now if you’ll excuse me-” Kae moved to shut the door, but Crowe quickly grabbed the edge of the frame. “W-Wait, don’t shut me out yet!” he begged, his tiny demon wing hair clip clinking against the door. “I can give you anything you want!” “I don’t want anything you can give, now go away!” he grunted, pushing harder on the door. “James is single!” Kae suddenly stopped pushing, heart catching in his throat. “…What did you just say?” With a little grunt, Crowe slipped his way inside, walking around to face Kae who now leaned with his back to the door. He took a moment to dust off his varsity jacket and straighten the tie beneath before continuing. “James is single. His boyfriend of three months left him, and he’s been rather sad. Heartbroken, actually, like you… which is why I’m here. To bring you two together and patch up some hearts!” “Yeah, well, good luck with that. I’ve seen his type. They’re… heftier… and look at me.” Kae gestured, pulling back his robe to reveal his ribs. “Not exactly a perfect match.” “You know, it’s not about-” Crowe began, but stopped as his watch beeped. “Oh great, I’m already behind schedule! Come on, man; sign for the package, and I can give you something to help with everything. Promise!” Kae eyed him suspiciously, arms crossed across his slender chest. “…Fine. Got a pen?” Crowe lit up like a match and produced a golden pen from his pocket. “I promise you won’t regret it! It’s the code of every Incubus Delivery Service postal worker to fix, mend, and otherwise bring light back into the hearts of the sullen, whether it’s by bringing together true love or creating a new one! And I, P.M. Crowe, promise to-” “Done. Didn’t you have somewhere to be?” Kae huffed. “Oh, right! Here’s your box, and remember to always be true to yourself! Gotta go, be seeing you, Mr. Kae!” Crowe called out as he squeezed past Kae and ran out the door, which quickly closed by itself, leaving behind a comical puff of pink smoke.   Kae stood for a few moments, box under his arm, trying to process what just happened. Incubus? James? This is all too bizarre… could anything he said have really been true? Only one way to find out. Kae cautiously peeled the tape back, letting the cardboard flaps spring open. Too dark to see inside, he put his hand in and grabbed a clump of thick fabric, pulling it out to the light. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” he sighed, letting the box fall to the floor. In his hands, stretched out further than his body spanned, was a pair of white briefs big enough to wrap around a couch. The tag on the back was nothing but a dozen Xs and an L, a testament to their size, surely signing itself as nothing more than a gag gift. Flipping them around, he could see a massive heart print on the back, hanging loosely like a spent parachute. “That little…” he began, lips tightening in frustration. Suddenly, he stopped himself letting out a long, breezy exhale. “Don’t lose it, Kae. Just some… weird little punk from the pizza place, an elaborate prankster. Unless- no, no.” he shook his head, retreating to his bedroom with the garment still clutched to his fingers. He quickly set to work, laying out his clothing for the day: one pair of black socks, one pressed shirt, slacks… …and an empty underwear drawer. He cursed his luck and lack of laundry planning, spinning around to scan his pristine room for any stray undergarments that may have escaped (as unlikely as that may be.) He searched, moving around through other drawers and over the wardrobe before giving up, retreating back to the bed… and the oversized underwear. “I… guess If I fold it correctly, nobody will notice…” he murmured to himself, letting his robe slip to the floor. He put the underwear down and inserted one leg, then the other, feeling like a dainty cheerleader in a football locker room as he pulled the undies up to his waist and nearly to his chest. “Heh… looking good, Kae.” He chuckled, turning around to admire his cloth-cloaked backside in the full-sized mirror. He shook it a few times, giggling as it bounced back and forth gently. Wait… bounced? No part of his body had bounced a day in his life. He was, and always had been, for all intents and purposes, a stick. So why is he now staring at a pair of quickly thickening ass cheeks and a roll-covered back? Kae rapidly spun himself back around to face the mirror, the new additions to his body nearly dragging him over. His stomach sagged out, quickly filling up the empty space in the once-roomy waistband with blubber-packed belly. He slowly reached down in disbelief, gently prodding at the ever-expanding rolls with his dimpled fingers that quickly plumped into thick little sausages. “How is this happening?…” he breathed, moving his hands up to feel his cheeks thicken and swell against his rapidly disappearing neck, the space of which replaced by a blossoming second chin that seemed to get closer to his blobby man-breasts by the second. The underwear that seemed so impossibly large only a moment ago now began to tighten against his belly, the band squeezing between two overhanging lovehandles at his sides and hugging his lightly-sweating doughy buttcheeks like a pair of scanty panties. Kae was lost, lost in himself, in the moment, in the sensations. He should be panicking, he thought. Scream, call an ambulance! But… His arm fat dipped down like a pair of flabby bingo wings, patting against the massive dollop of sour cream that was his belly as he reached up to squeeze his breasts, pert pink nipples and luscious, creamy fat bulging between his bloated fingers. …it feels so good! His cheeks flushed rose red as he slid his hands back, into his waistband, squeezing his cellulite-laden butt fat in his palms. Warm, sweaty fat, at least 500 pounds of it and steadily growing, all him… gone was the sharp chin, replaced with a double that jiggled with a quick turn of his head (not that much of anything about him would be quick anymore.) Sunken ribs were swapped with an unending expanse of rolls and lovehandles that contained so much lardy flab, thin thighs with bags of fat that smooshed and sagged well past a defining line. He hugged himself, the growth jolting forward in one last jump of weight as if to reach out and hug him back, rewarding him with so much more warmth and total comfort. Just as the weight climb trickled to a rapid halt, a knock sounded at the door. “H-Huh?… Wait, that boy, Crowe!” he muttered, snapping back from his warm daze. “Coming!” he called, voice somewhat deeper than it had been before, taking a wobbly step out of the bedroom and into the hall, holding onto the frame for comfort. Every booming step was accompanied by a resounding creak from the floorboards and a jiggle from his near-naked body, butt swaying and belly patting against his thighs. By the time he reached the door, his flabby body had accumulated a slick shine of sweat, and his heavy chest heaved with exhausted breaths. This is going to take some getting used to… he thought, opening the door for his visitor. “Ten large pizzas for Kae-” James. The two stood, staring into eachother’s eyes, in complete shock. “Oh… my god… K-Kae? What happened to you? Are you okay?!” James blurted, rushing into the apartment, leaving the bag of pizzas in the hall. “Just… gained a little weight, is all.” he replied, putting his hands on his belly, the flabby pale flesh blushing pink like a christmas ham.   “B-But you were so thin! What happened?” “Well, I just decided to pack a bit on. Nothing else to it.” Kae shrugged, turning away. “It, um… it looks really cute on you.” James blushed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “You… really think so?” Kae looked back over his pudgy shoulder, whole body practically blushing. “Well, y-yeah… y-you want to, umm… well, do you want to get something to eat sometime?” James rushed, holding onto his hat like a life preserver. “Well, I do have ten pizzas now, don’t I? I could use a hand.” he purred, tugging on the sides of his waist band, the design pulling into a perfect heart between his huge cheeks. “…l-let me just call my boss.”
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Part 4 of things my friends do that make me love them even more:
- both rachel and cristine are artistically talented and i cant fucking wait to see them become famous doing the things they love (i know theyll becoem famous i believe in them tht much) (rachel has a great singing voice; cristine has a great singing voice, knows how to play various intstruments, loves acting, and can paint/draw amazingly)
-seth tells me some catchphraes his fav youtubers say whenever we talk
-none of my friends (nor I) knows how to react or what to say most of the time, especially when it comes to gift giving and compliments; we’re all oblivious and awkward people that don’t understand society
-andy messes up on what to say to customer service people when its evening/night time cus we usually go out around tht time but he’s used to sauing have a good day
-andy also hates intersections so he’ll pretend hes walking in the other direction (away frm the intersection), stand on the sidewalk and pretend hes doing something, or take a whole other route if theres a car nearing the intersection bc he says it feels awkward
-rachel’s favorite animals are dogs and raccoons so when i send her a post abt raccoons she gets rly excited and says she wants to hv a raccoon as a pet when she grows up. She also gets excited when i point out a dog to her in public (she cant see it cus no glasses but still excited by its genert presence)
-dina is scared of lightning so I always try to ask her if shes alright when theres a thunderstorm
-when we go to the park, rachel almost always tries to make tiktoks. We always end up interrupting and annoying her while she makes them though, sorta like our little routine.
-last time we went to the park, rachel ended up accidentally hitting meng and I directly on the face with the volleyball (its ok though cause im pretty sure we’ve ended up accidentally hitting each other with the ball at least once)
-when i got hit with the ball dina asked me if i was ok but as she moved towards me she went for the ball (we were playing monkey in the middle and she was one of the monkeys); its just funny and i love that our friendship is at a point where we could laugh about it and everything is fine
-i told my friends that i was depressed before going to the park to hang out w them. when i got there i kinda just sat on the ground looking through reddit with music on high. they all tried their best to talk to me and tell me funny stories (they said they overheard a group of kids talking about how they pantsed another dude) to cheer me up. Dina and Rachel both decided to give me a hug at the same time and i toppled over. Dina gave me a hug again. I love them so much
- Andy called me while i was in class to tel me to look at the sunset. Its something that both of us have done a few times because we both love sunsets and usually see them when we’re out. Its a small thing but it makes me love my friends even more.
-I was on voice call with Rachel on discord and she laughed then sent the group chat a link to a tiktok
-(not my friend but my mom) She knows that i hate it when things are thrown out when they’re still good or can still be repurposed. Someone brought flowers home for some reason (i forgot why) but she was putting the flowers in a vase one day. Some of the flowers broke off the bigger portion of the stem and couldn’t be put into the big vase but she put a bunch of them into a small container for me and gave it to me. I loved it even though we did hv to throw it out like a few weeks later.
-My friends and I were at Central Park and we were waiting for my two friends to finish up taking pictures. Meng and I were taking a short nap (him sitting down w his elbows on his legs and me w my head on his shoulder) while we waited. We also shared my earbuds to listen to my music. I was p sleepy so I was on the verge of sleeping my also sorta aware of what was going on (mainly cus we were guarding our stuff while everyone else was taking pictures elsewhere). I was doing that thing you do when you’re nodding your head while trying to stay awake/go to sleep. I kept on doing that until he eventually sat up a bit more and pushed my head onto his shoulder better
-Samir looked at a shirt with george washington on it and confidently said that was benjamin franklin
-Dina was talking about how she kept on eating shrimo and peanuts even though she has a mild allergy to it. Rachel and I were telling her to stop and tht we’re not bringing it to the picnic on sunday cus we dont want her dying. She responded, very confidently, tht she “hasnt died before”
-Samir calls dina “d-money”
-Rachel gave me a hug as an im sorry for taking so long. (I genuinely didnt care cus even tho they do take a long time i still v much love them)
-Rachel takes tiktoks and videos of us while we’re out
-Rachel and Dina both got v the excited when i wore a skirt out today because I usually dress more masculine
-A few weeks ago (i think) my friends and I were at the park. I was trying to do something to meng and tripped and fell on the park ground (the part where there’s basically a bunch of tiny rocks on/in the floor). Meng was also trying to do that thing where two people hold a person’s arms and legs and swing them back and forth with me but forgot that if you take someones legs off the floor with no one else holding my arms, i would fall head first onto the park ground, which i did. Both times I laughed at myself but everyone rushed to me while laughing. Idk why but it made me feel like I was ok and safe, even if i was in so much pain, srsly i couldve had a concussion.
- Rachel and I both got excited bc we both wanted to got to the same college
-I call andy when im walking home by myself at night (or when the route im taking doesn’t necessarily hv a lot of people of lights) and he just vibes with me (sometimes talks to me abt how i should b home) until i get home safely
-idk if i already put this but Andy and I have a safe word when we think there might be someone behind us following us at night bc one time when walking home we thought tht and used our now safe word to see if there was someone
-Rachel and Dina do this thing where they take their hand and go from the side of someone else’s body (where the arms are) to the bottom of their legs rly fast while theyre walking. They call it “full body stroke”. They shared it w me and now we do it to meng almost every time we go out. Sometimes we do it together (one person per side).
-While at Central Park there was a dude that was singing (he was rly good). He started singing “Lean on me” by Bill Withers and my friends started singing along with him.
-Rachel sent me a tiktok knowing full well that itd make me gay panic bc yk ✨w o m e n✨
-Dina, Alan, and I stayed out after everyone else went home cus yk they were tired. Dina and I decided to talk like white girls/pick me girls the rest of the night with their stereotypical voices. We laughed the entire time and created weird storylines including: Jessica (Dina), Olivia (me), Jayden (Jessica’s boyfriend and brother that created on Jessica with me and Nicole), Nicole (Jessica’s friend), Olivia’s dad (a convicted felon in all 50 states and is dead), Jessica’s dad (a lawyer that’s also running for president, and Alan (he was just roped into our bs and was there to act like the dude that we both wanted to have as our bf).
- When we were in the bathroom and washing our hands, Dina waited until after the other woman in the bathroom to leave before coming up to me and, in a discreet whisper, told me that the soap was what “good pussy sounds like”
- Rachel, Dina, and I saw a few cats on our way to meet up with Alan and we played w the cats for a bit before one of them said “pspspspsp come here alan” to one of the cats. We now do this frequently to each other even though we hate it.
- We have corrupted each other to the point where we cannot hang out without someone saying “that’s what she said”, something about Dina being white, “just like this dick”, and “deez nuts”. We laugh about it a lot
- Rachel and I are both reasonably out of energy both mentally and physically after our jobs so when I walked w her to a mall w the rest of her friends, we both walked silently with a bit of catching up cause we both understood how the other felt
-We had a water balloon fight today at work (Alan, Rachel, and I work together). Obviously, I took the chance to pop as many balloons over rachel’s head and dump water on her. She tried to spray me w water using a water gun though. Afterwards gave the towel i brought to rachel cause she needed it to change. It’s important to note that rachel has purple hair right now and that the towel was white. key word: was. The towel was now stained a light purple (I dont mind but damn)
- i made rachel a purple raccoon by crocheting it (purple and pink actually). I finished it yesterday (sunday) and gave it today to her at work (monday). I opened the door a bit and peeked my head in with the raccoon just below me in my hands. She was confused at first but then saw the raccoon and her eyes lit up. It was rly cute🥰🥺 to see her get excited. We both nicknamed the raccoon “pimp jr.” and i made a lil name tag/from to tag that said it.
- rachel likes to lip-sync to music shes either listening to or hears in store and sometimes does a little dance with it. Its so cute and I love looking at her do it because it reminds me of why I adore her. She also goes hard when it comes to singing at karaoke. Like damn her vocal range is astounding
- dina got so excited when i asked her if she wanted to binge watch all the twilight movies with me. She looked so cute cus its one of her favorite movies. ugh i love my friends.
-a lot of dudes have crushes on rachel and dina and the both of them usually just try their best to avoid the person or avoid confronting them. Idk why but it kinda makes me feel grateful that I’m close friends with them because I used to have a crush on both of them before when we first met. When I told them i used to have crushes on them they didn’t act weird about it or anything and we continued to be friends. I’m so fucking grateful I’m their friend despite my initial crush on them cause they’re two of them most amazing people I’ve met my entire life.
-rachel, meng, alan, and I went to go watch Shang Chi in movies. In the last few scenes (which were v tense btw) rachel nd I both got rly anxious and squeezed each others hands bc we were scared out favorite characters were gonna get hurt. She squeezed the fuck out of my hand to the point where I couldn’t feel it anymore and neither could she. I’m ok with that though cus I’m glad she finds comfort in squeezing the living fuck out of my hands.
-dina, rachel, and I have matching bracelets from hot topic and i see them wear it almost every time we hang out. Alan and I have a matching pair too but I dont think he’s going to wear it very much (issok tho).
-We went to karaoke yesterday and I dont know how I just realized this but while she’s singing, dina likes to move around a lot. It’s not exactly dancing but not particularly just moving around. Its kinda like that tiny thing ppl do when they’re alone and playing their favorite songs on blast. She’s so cute when she does it, esp because she seems so happy when she does it. Even though I absolutely despise Justin Bieber, I would play his songs over and over again on blast if it made her as happy as she has made me.
-dina and I like to go to the swings and blast “Happier Than Ever” with earbuds in (we share a pair for this) and she screams along to it for the second half
-it’s become a “tradition” for us to go to the swings (most of time) after we’ve done the initial things we already planned out because dina and I love the swings.
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@itsaaudraw Ayy, thought I’d tag ye in this so you could see the Bad Dad in full! Hopefully this also gives you an idea about the rest of my Clown fellas!
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Alright, it’s time for Nonkinaverse Bad Dad #1: Sir. Andross Ironvein, Field Marshal of the British Armed Forces.
You might remember a few days ago I posted his son, Alfred, and made mention that Al’s story ties heavily into Andross’. Well it’s time to get to that, as well as learning what made this Bad Dad so Bad.
And just a heads up: It’s not a pretty story. There will be mentions of Child Abuse and Neglect, so if you’re sensitive to that stuff, here’s the TL:DR;
Andross was attempting to create Super Soldiers by putting his men through hellish trials, but to no avail. He then had Alfred and got the idea to train his son from the moment he could walk on his own two feet, eventually turning his son into the stoic, hammer wielding Soldier he is.
Now for the real nitty gritty.
Andross’ came from a poor family in London’s east end. They lived in a shitty flat with barley any money to their name. They barely had enough to send Andross to a good school, but he proved to be quite the bad egg.
Andross was smart, with an IQ soaring over everyone else, but was as stubborn as a mule. He was rude, bragging about his greatness, and always came to classes late or left without being excused.
His parents lacked back-bones and only let their son grow more and more vile, up until his teens. By then he had become a violent street punk, getting into fights and muggings. His folks had enough of their son and planned to ship him off to Military school to get him straightened out.
Luckily for Andross, he had heard of his folks plans and ran away from home into the night, winding up in Scotland where he met a very peculiar Clown. A Japanese Clown by the name Jigu-Jo Momotaro, martial arts practitioner and master of a mysterious fighting force that Clowns can tap into: Clown-Po.
Jigu-Jo saw promise in Andross’s street fighting skills and offered to take him under his wing as a student. Andross saw this as an opportunity to increase his brutal strength and accepted the offer. For months Jigu-Jo trained Andross, forming an almost father-son relationship with the youth, but that all came to an end when Jigu-Jo had found out that Andross was a run-away being looked for back in England.
They had their real first and final fight that ended with Andross being victorious. AFter that Jigu-Jo moved to the mountains of Diamond Star, New Yo-Kyo, while Andross returned home and willingly went to the Military academy with his new found power.
He graduated at the top of his class and quickly joined the British Armed Forces, where he rose to the top of the ranks within 10 years: Field Marshal, even being knighted by the Queen herself. And it was all thanks to his Clown-Po abilities (of which we’ll get to later).
He was jokingly touted as England’s Super-Soldier, a fact that he took to heart and mind. But soon he realized that one day, he will die, and England’s pride would be forever lost. With that in mind he began a top secret program within the Forces where he trained soldiers in hellish conditions, hoping to spark more Clown-Po in Clown soldiers.
Many showed promise, but it was all to no avail. No matter how tough they were, they could never get that spark to light into a mighty flame. It seemed to Andross that England’s Super-Soldier would be without a successor...That was until he got married to his long-time partner from Military school and they bore a child.
His son Alfred was born onto this world, and the idea sparked in the back of Andross’ head: Train Alfred to become the successor.
And so he did.
Once Alfred was able to walk on his own two feet and speak, Andross began his harsh training. Pulling hellish hours and tasks on his son, putting his young body through hell back with tasks such as (but not limited to) wrestling a bear into submission in the middle of a Category 5 snow-storm, fish out a shark with his bare hands and NOT losing said hand, and holding up a giant pneumatic press for hours on end, latter of which caused Alfred to reach his breaking point, turning him into the stoic fighter he is today.
And now we jump to the present.
Alfred has reached his peak performance, finally able to best his dad in a one on one fight. While the win gave Andross the satisfaction he had hope to achieved through his training of Alfred, it wasn’t enough. Andross was the only Clown-Po user Alfred had fought against. How would he stack up against others?
That’s when Andross creates The Great Team Grapple Royale: A Clown-Po User only Free-Style martial arts tournament to find a Clown-Po user strong enough to truly test Alfred’s capabilities.
And it just so happens that Grand Stand Tournament winner Ace Nonkina and his friends have been invited to participate in the Grapple, and oddly enough their teacher Jigu-Jo seems to have a score to settle with Sir. Ironvein...
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Andross’s fight style is his own mixture of his old street fighting style (which focused on strong power and hard defense over speed), Jigu-Jo’s teachings of Shorinji Kempo and Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist), his training of Gōjū-ryū, CQC (Close Quarters Combat) and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
That’s not to mention his Clown-Po abilities: Pure Wind and Electricity Manipulation, both of which give Andross an advantage with distance. Not to mention his Wind Manipulation is strong enough to cause storms.
What? You thought that Cat.5 just came out of no where?
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Now I’m sure you’re asking “He can’t be that much of a dick?” to which I say: He’s Major Dick. There is no good bone in this man’s body.
And I love him so much for that.
But don’t worry, we got an even WORSE Dad in the Nonkina pipeline~!
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OTHER FAX:
-8′1″ -Likes to lounge around in his dumb, Wolfgang Krauser ass looking armor -Fav. Book is Lord of the Flies -Prefers Star Trek over Star Wars -Fav. cut of streak is Chuck Eye Roast (Well Done) -Punched a bullet hard enough once to light the gun powder inside and fire the round -Character Inspirations: Jaki Daiguin, Heihachi and Jinpachi Mishima, Wolfgang Krauser, Geese Howard, M.Bison, Rugal Bernstein and The TF2 Soldier.
Can you guess which characters influenced which parts of Andross? You already have one hint!
Guess correctly and you’ll get nothing but my admiration for your sharp eyes!
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