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[glittergroovy]

let the flames begin - paramore

[inkskinned]

hello. you left a neon pink post-it with pgs 194-359 due 9/12 in the book, by the way. it is now May 23rd and the library's printer is running out of ink. it jammed and tore my passport application. one of the librarians dutifully blacked out all my information (front and back!) before proceeding to use every unmarred inch as scrap paper.

i think maybe our (plural, inclusive) lives are connected. all of them. i have been thinking a lot about borrowing. about how people move through the world in waves, filling in the same spaces. i have probably stood on the same subway platform as you. we held the same book. all of us stand in the same line at the grocery, at the gas station. how many feet have stood washing dishes in my kitchen?

i hope you are doing well. the pen you used was a nice red, maybe a glitter pen? you have loopy, curling handwriting. i sometimes wonder if it is true that you can tell a personality by the shape of our letters. i'm borrowing my brother's car. he's got scrangly engineer handwriting (you know the one). it's a yellow-orange ford mustang boss. when i got out of the building, some kids were posing with it for a selfie. i felt a little bird grow in me and had to pause and pretend to be busy with my phone to give them more time for their laughing.

i have a habit of asking people what's the last good book you read? the librarian's handwriting on the back of my smeared-and-chewed passport application says the glass house in small undercase. i usually go for fantasy/sci fi, but she was glowing when she suggested it. i found your post-it on page 26, so i really hope you didn't have to read up to 359 in that particular book. i hope you're like me and just have a weird "random piece of trash" "bookmark" that somehow makes it through like, 58 books.

i wish the concept of soul mates was bigger. i wish it was about how my soul and your soul are reading the same work. how i actually put down that book at the same time you did - page 26 was like, all exposition. i wish we were soul mates with every person on the same train. how magical to exist and borrow the same space together. i like the idea that somewhere, someone is using the shirts i donated. i like the idea that every time i see a nice view and say oh gosh look at the view, you (plural, inclusive) said that too.

the kids hollered when i beeped the car. oh dude you set off the alarm, oh shit is she - dude that's her car!! one was extremely polite. "i like your car, Miss. i'm sorry we touched it." i said i wasn't busy, finish up the pictures. i folded your post-it into a paper crane while i waited. i thought about how my brother's a kind person but his handwriting looks angry. i thought about how for an entire year i drove someone to work every day - and i didn't even think to ask for gas money. my handwriting is straight capital letters.

i thought about how i can make a paper crane because i was taught by someone who was taught by someone else.

the kids asked me to rev the engine and you know i did. the way they reacted? you would have thought i brought the sun from the sky and poured it into a waterglass. i went home smiling about it. i later gave your post it-turned-bird to a tiny child on the bus. she put it in her mouth immediately.

how easy, standing in your shadow, casting my own. how our hands pass over each other in the same minor folds. i wonder how many of the same books you and i have read. i wonder how many people have the same favorite six songs or have been in the same restaurant or have attended the same movie premier. the other day i mentioned the Book Mill from a small town in western massachusetts - a lot of people knew of it. i wonder if i've ever passed you - and didn't even notice it.

i hope whatever i leave behind makes you happy. i hope my hands only leave gentle prints. i hope you and i get the same feeling when the sun comes out. soulmates across all of it.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Birthday Buddies - Max Verstappen

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"OK Maxie, here you go," you said, handing him the envelope with his name scrawled on the front. "Thank you, my love," he smiled, running his fingers under the flap to open it. He eyed you suspiciously as he didn't see a card in the envelope, instead seeing a folded piece of paper. 

Unfolding it, he saw the words written on the page. 'Max, as you know, today is your birthday! You're 26, and have already achieved so much, and I am so proud of you! To find your gift, you have to use your brain a bit... So, your first clue is the place we went on our first date,'

"Making me use my brain... Honestly, my love?" he sighed.

"Yes, now, take me to where we had our first date," you smugly smirked. Max figured he may as well play along. You had planned it all out, and he already knew you had put a lot of effort into it. Plus, it was your birthday too, so he had to listen to you just as much as you listened to him. 

"OK, OK, follow me," Max smiled, taking your hand and leading you out of your apartment. He took you through the winding streets of Monaco, the sun slowly setting over the city. You arrived outside of a small cafe that he took you to, because it was out of the way of the world and you could get to know each other, without the prying eyes of the world on you. 

"Good job Max, you have unlocked the next clue!" You smiled, handing him another, identical envelope as he opened it. "So you could just let me skip straight to the end, but you're choosing not to?" 

"Where's the fun in that? I thought it would be fun to take a trip down memory lane," you said, the both of you remembering the magic that was your first night out. Max thought it was a nice idea, since you had done a lot together since you had started going out, and these were definitely some of his favourites. 

He thought he had blown it after your first date, since he was a stuttering, babbling mess due to how much he liked you. He could barely hold a conversation without being gobsmacked that you were there with him. 

He just couldn't get over how much he liked you, but he thought he had ruined any chances with you. Little did he know, you found it endearing how nervous he was. "Yeah, I guess it is fun," he nodded, unfolding the next piece of paper. 

'Well done, but you're not quite near the finish line yet. Next spot: Where did we have our first kiss?' he read outloud. "You really have to make this a bit harder, these are too easy," he shook his head, taking your hand again. 

It wasn't too far away from the cafe, and it was out on the marina. Some of the boats had their lights on, and the buildings behind you were also lighting up. "You're not in the right spot, hang on," he said, placing his hands on the sides of your arms and shifting you so you were stood by the exact palm tree on the marina yacht club walk. 

"There, we are in the perfect spot," he said, standing in front of you. He remembered gazing at you as you looked out on all of the boats, your eyes glittering under the marina lights. You were entranced by the way the sea sparkled, and how the boats gently bobbed on the surface of the water. 

There was no resisting the urge to kiss you when you noticed him staring, and it was the best decision he had ever made. He drowned in the feeling of holding you close, getting to have his lips against yours. It was like sparks flew whenever he touched you. 

"Yes we are, meaning you get the next clue," you smiled, the memories making you feel drunk with happiness. "OK, this is kind of a two in one," you told him, fishing the next envelope out of your bag. 

'You can't have possibly forgotten this one, because I know I can't, and I don't think you'll ever let me! Take me to the first place that you told me you love me...' he read, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Oh I will never forget this one," he smiled, grabbing your arm.

You were almost reluctant to put this as a clue, since it was a bittersweet memory. Max had taken you to the most beautiful restaurant you had ever seen, and it was still one you frequented now. 

Then, he had taken you on a short walk around the streets of Monaco, before stopping you at a bench by the sea. He was so nervous, since he was about to tell you his feelings. You, on the other hand, were nervous because you were sure you were going to throw up. 

You had felt off all day, but you weren't going to cancel on Max, so you just grinned and bore it. But now, your actions were proving to have consequences. As Max stopped you by the bench, you remembered every little detail of the events that unfolded.

He sat you down, just like he did two years ago, and took your hands. As the both of you thought back to that night, it was as if it were yesterday. Max looked beyond nervous as he looked at you, terrified you weren't going to feel the same way.

Current Max started to stutter, reenacting the moment. "So, Y/N, I... Uhm-" he fumbled, jittering around just like he did. "I love you," he blurted out, and you could have sworn you were back there. "I-" you started, before turning around and pretending to wretch into the bin behind you. 

In the memory, Max didn't care that he could have just ruined everything and simultaneously embarrassed himself, he just cared that you were OK. He rushed to your side, before sitting you back down. 

Now, he said the exact same line he had said, "Me saying I love you wasn't that bad, was it?" he said, and it caused a smile to form on your face both times. "I do love you Max, I just feel awful," you said, leaning into him like you always did.

"That was a weird night," he smiled.

"It was. I was surprised you still loved me after that one, it was the worst timing possible," you laughed, looking at his dazzling smile. "I couldn't fall out of love with you for something so small, I was just relieved you felt the same, my love," he said, waiting for the next clue.

"Next up, the penultimate clue," you said, handing him the final of the normal envelopes for the night. 'Since it's your birthday, it wouldn't be a birthday treasure hunt without sending you to the place where we found out we have the same birthday!' 

"This has been the easiest treasure hunt I have ever been on," he smirked, walking off and expecting you to follow him. You had picked all the spots quite close together, so that you wouldn't have to walk too far. 

"OK, here we are," he said, just stopping in the middle of the street. It had simply come up in conversation when you were walking and talking, and the two of you were both shocked, but also excited. 

Ever since, you both went all out to have the best day the both of you could ask for. "Any reason you sent us here or?" he asked, rocking back and forth on the spot. 

"No, I just thought it was relevant," you shrugged, producing the final envelope of the excursion. "This one might be harder for you, but I don't know," you told him, handing him the golden object. 'Finally, take me to the place where I first fell in love with you,' it said.

Max looked confused, and you could see the cogs turning in his mind. "I would have remembered if you had told me where this was," he said, not moving from the spot as he thought. 

"Would you like a lifeline? You can phone a friend, take the bonus clue, or have me point you in the right direction," you told him. 

"I'll take the bonus clue," he decided, waiting for whatever it was going to be. 

"You have selected: 'Y/N's Bonus Clue!'" you enthusiastically said, revealing a blue envelope with a big, orange question mark adorning the front.  "Thank you, my love," he smiled, opening the envelope and looking more confused. 

'We've already been here today...' he read to you, taking a moment to think. It could have been any of them, really, but he went for the one he thought would be most likely. "OK, follow me," he skeptically said, taking you back to the marina yacht club walk, next to the palm tree where you had shared your first kiss. 

"Unfortunately, that is the first one you have gotten wrong today. You can still use one of your life lines, those being phone a friend or have me point you in the right direction," you told him, glad you hadn't made it too easy on him. "I'll phone a friend," he said.

"Alright then, phone a friend it is," you said, pulling your phone out of your bag and dialing a mystery number. Well, it was a known number, but you had changed the contact name to mystery number. "I thought it was phone a friend?" he said, taking the phone from you. 

"It is," you nodded as if it were obvious, the mystery person picking up on the other end of the line. "Hi, this is Max, I'm doing Y/N's treasure hunt, and I'm stuck on the last clue. I've been told you might be able to help me?" he asked, feeling positively ridiculous. 

"Hi, yes I can," the person tried not to burst out laughing, "You need to take her to the place where you first figured out she was the person you wanted to spend your life with," he laughed, remembering when Max had told him that. He had found it unbelievably cheesy, yet sweet at the same time. 

"OK, thank you Lan- I mean mystery person, I appreciate it," Max giggled, now knowing where to take you. "Right, off we go," he said, leading you to the final destination. He was hoping the mystery person wasn't wrong, because that would be embarrassing. 

"Here we are," he hummed, stopping you back outside the cafe that was your first place. "I think the mystery caller sent me to the wrong place," he sheepishly said, rubbing the back of his neck. Surely you hadn't loved him since your first date, right?

"No, you're at the right spot," you reassured, letting him figure it all out in his head. "What was the clue, Max?" you prompted. 

"The place you first fell in love with me," he recited, the pieces still not fitting together in his mind. "And where are we?"

"The place we had our first date?" he said, and it sounded more like a question due to his unsurity. "Exactly, because I've always loved you. Even if I couldn't put a name to how I felt back then, now I know it was just because I had never loved anyone as much as I love you," you smiled.

"Thank you, my love, that was beautiful," he smiled, trying to contain tears at how much your words had touched him. "As for your gift, it's back at home," you said, and nothing happened. "I said, as for your gift, it's back at home!" you shouted, craning your neck so your voice would carry further around the corner. 

A man appeared from around the corner, a hood pulled up over his eyes. He dropped something by your feet, and you picked it up. "Sorry, excuse me, you dropped this," you said, but the man kept on walking. "Well isn't that strange," you said, handing him the black, leather book that the man had dropped. 

"It is, isn't it?" Max joined in, catching onto the act. He ran opened the cover, immediately realising what this was. It was a photo album, with all the pictures you had taken at those spots you had sent him to today, as well as others from other good times.

He ran his fingers over your features, noting how you hadn't changed at all in the two years you had been together. "There's not much you can do for a man who has it all," you smiled, hoping he liked it. "You're right, I do have it all, I have you," he said, cringing at himself internally.

However, you couldn't hide the goofy smile and blush that tinted your cheeks. "But this is the best gift you could have gotten me besides yourself," he said, flicking through the pages upon pages of memories, forever recorded through colour. 

"I'm glad you like it," you grinned. 

"Now come on, birthday girl, let's get you home," he smiled, tucking the album underneath his arm, looping the other around your waist as he lead you home. When you got to the door of your apartment, you noticed it was open. 

"I swore I locked this when we left..." You said, worried. You didn't want your birthdays to be ruined by someone breaking into your home. "Yeah, you did," he reassured, but he was awful at hiding the smirk on his face. 

Pushing the door open, you saw that the room was lit up in nothing but candles, and relaxing spa music was playing. "I didn't take you to a single spa while we've been globe trotting, so I thought the least you deserved was the at home Spa de Max," he explained, pushing you through the door. 

"Well I already think Spa de Max is better than any spa you could take me anywhere else," you told him, walking into the apartment. "I hope to live up to your expectations, so, go put this on, and your masseuse will be with you when you are ready," he said, handing you a fluffy white robe - just like in a spa. 

"OK," you zealously nodded, excited for what Max had in store. You did just as he had said, changing out of your clothes and into the robe. When you got back out to the living room, you saw the dining room table in the middle of the room, with what looked to be a mattress topper on top.

"Trust me on this, it is actually very comfy," Max said, standing beside the table. "On you get," he told you, and you clambered onto the table. "May I?" he said, slipping his hands into the robe by your shoulders. "Yeah, course," you agreed, letting him slip the soft fabric off your shoulders, and leaving the rest handing on you hips. 

"Lie on your front for me, my love," he said, as you maneuvered onto your front, resting your head on your arms. "Now just close your eyes, and relax," he instructed. Max dabbed some essential oils on his hands, before running them over the span of your back.

As he worked his hands into your muscles, you were trying not to fall asleep. "How did you know we'd be going out?" you asked, wondering how he had managed to sneak someone in to set the house up.

"Because your little helper is also my little helper. He told me we'd be leaving, so I sent him to set all of this up. But, don't worry, he didn't tell me a single detail about what we'd be doing," he reassured you, knowing you wouldn't want the surprise to be ruined.

"Our helper has been a busy boy," you slurred, trying to keep yourself awake by talking. 

"Aww my love, are you tired?" he teased, moving his hands up your neck and across your shoulders. "This is just so nice," you mumbled against your arms.

"Don't fall asleep just yet, you still have a few more experiences in Spa de Max," he said, his hands ceasing their movements. "That'll be hard to beat," you said, sitting up on the table. "Fine, I'll take that as a challenge," he smiled, 

When you stood off the table, Max pulled your robe back up and over your shoulders, tying the belt back up to keep you warm. "Tonight is finally the night I will allow you to put a face mask on me," he said, pushing you onto the couch and sitting next to you. 

"Really?!" You asked, gobsmacked. For some reason, Max had plainly refused to put on a face mask whenever you did, but now was your opportunity. "Yes, anything for the birthday girl," he smiled, even if it was his birthday too. The best gift for him was seeing you happy, after all. 

You tugged your headband out of your hair, slotting it onto his head as his blonde strands were pushed back out of his face. On the coffee table, Max had differents pots of face masks with pre-sliced cucumbers to choose from. "Which one?" he asked.

"I'll go for blue," you nodded as he picked up the blue pot, unscrewing the lid. Max just dipped his fingers in, practically slapping the thick substance onto your face. He slathered it around until he thought he had covered enough of the area. 

"Max, you have put it on so thickly, it'll never dry," you whined, seeing half the container was gone, meaning half was on your face. "Just means you'll be extra refreshed," he smiled, picking up the green pot and handing it to you.

You did the exact same to him, slathering more than two thirds of it onto his face, before trying to put the cucumber slices on his eyes. Before you could, he pulled you in for an affectionate kiss. "Happy birthday, my love," he smiled, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.

"Happy birthday to you too, Max, I love you," 

A/N - Happy birthday to Maxie! And to me so I guess that's fun... Have a great day!

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A girl can get somewhere in spite of stringy hair or even just a bit bowed at the knees if she can show a faultless…personality! —“Personality,” Johnny Mercer and the Pied Pipers (1946)

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Notes:

ohhhhh my god why did i make this script so long my hand hurts this took forever aaaaagh

Welcome to the Lucky 38! This is a script that has remained basically the same for a long time but went through COUNTLESS extremely small rewrites over the course of production just to really nail Mr. House's dialogue. He's a long-winded guy, this whole issue is basically just him doing monologues, and I wanted to make sure it was all interesting and non-repetitive. I think I took out at least three uses of "merely" from the first draft.

One of the biggest production decisions of this issue was whether or not to cut the scene with Agnes and Cass and Victor, which immediately follows the end of the previous issue. The reason to include it was because it very necessarily established the change in location from the Vegas Strip to the Lucky 38 penthouse, which would have been jarring otherwise; the reason to exclude it was that it the issue was already extremely long and I thought opening right on Mr. House would have been more impactful. Ultimately, I did keep it, which was a good decision, but only because of the literally issue-saving idea to convey it as closed-circuit television footage instead of actual panels. Every single attempt at overlaying them with the lead-in to Mr. House was way too busy, but that idea really tied the page together like a nice rug.

And lastly, the framing device of the tarantula and the tarantula hawk was actually an extremely late addition to the comic. I had already finished the first three pages when I thought of it. My problem was that Mr. House's constant monologuing and Agnes' sad expressions got pretty repetitive. I needed something to break the action up while adding thematic heft and artistic variety. I've become a real enthusiast for wasps and tarantulas over the last couple months, so this one really was just a stroke of luck. It took only minimal revisions to make room for the framing device, with the most dramatic change being the complete replacement of the last page (which was originally just a splash page of the Lucky 38 in Vegas; bookending the first and last pages is so much better). So you see, the only reason for weaving a scene into this issue of a skittish desert-wanderer getting paralyzed and dragged toward a certain demise by a predator almost perfectly evolved to destroy it was just that I like bugs a lot. That's the only reason, yep.

Original Pencils:

Due to all of the photo-collage in the final version of the comic, there's a lot of panels and details that I (thankfully!) didn't have to draw myself. Sorry that the pencil isn't blue on the last three pages, I've been on the move for the holidays so they got scanned in grayscale by accident.

I did experiment with drawing the tarantula framing device myself, but ultimately went with the photo-collage method because the artistic juxtaposition actually made it much more readable when interspersed with the proceedings in the Lucky 38.

Transcript:

EXT. DESERT OUTSIDE OF NEW VEGAS. The city glitters in the distance, nestled between the shadows of mountains, with the spire of the LUCKY 38 towering above all else.

In the wilderness, a TARANTULA emerges from its burrow.

EXT. THE NEW VEGAS STRIP. On closed-circuit television monitors, a SECURITRON ROBOT approaches AGNES SANDS and ROSE OF SHARON CASSIDY, saying

VICTOR: Well howdy, partner! Fancy meetin' again here in Vegas!

CASS: What the fuck?

AGNES: Victor?

Unlike the usual police units, VICTOR's robotic "face" is that of a cowboy.

VICTOR: And heck, ya clean up nice! Sure lookin' a lot better now than when I rustled ya outta the bone orchard back in Goodsprings*--

CAP: *As was explained to Agnes way back in IKROAH #2. --Lou

VICTOR: --so how's about ol' Vic skips the rigamarole, huh? 'Fore all my yappin' makes ya want to go back, heh-heh-heh! I'm the welcome wagon, see. I'm to come and collect ya.

CASS: Agnes--

VICTOR: Boss wants t'see you, is what I'm sayin'.

AGNES: Boss?

VICTOR: Only of all of Vegas, friend!

CASS: Agnes.

MEANWHILE, the TARANTULA crawls beneath the starlight.

VICTOR: So why don't we mosey on over to the Lucky 38? And your good pal can come along, too!

CASS: I need to know what the fuck is going on, right now.

AGNES: I...I don't know.

VICTOR: And y'know, boss ain't ever let a soul inside before, least for not as long as I've been rollin' around on my spurs, so this ain't just an everyday social call, mind...

On the closed-circuit television monitors, VICTOR escorts AGNES and CASS to the entryway of the LUCKY 38.

VICTOR: ...but heck, I reckon ya'll oughta get along like franks on a fire! So come on! Lift's in the lobby here, and up to the top floor--and we can get the formalities out of the way before ya'll get [cut off]

INT. THE LUCKY 38 PENTHOUSE.

AGNES stands awestruck, looking upward, bathed in electronic green light. With horror, she ekes out a single question.

AGNES: ...what are you?

???: A "Hello" would have been preferable, but it'll take more than a crude faux pas to tarnish this moment. Who I am, Agnes--

What AGNES is looking at is a gigantic SUPERCOMPUTER and terminal, flanked by closed-circuit television monitors and guarded on both sides by SECURITRON police units. On the supercomputer's massive screen is the green-lit image of a face. The face

MR. HOUSE: --is ROBERT EDWIN HOUSE. The President, CEO, and sole proprietor of New Vegas--and more to the point, the intended recipient of a long delayed package.

AGNES: Oh, you...you mean the platinum chip?

MR. HOUSE: Correct. It's a...very precious artifact of the old world.

MR. HOUSE: My world, once.

In the back of the room, beyond AGNES, is an oil painting of MR. HOUSE, standing outside in front of what must have been a very large robot.

MR. HOUSE: In that world, I was the founder of RobCo Industries--a titan of innovation. We created a litany of robotic solutions for diverse markets, such as the Securitrons that you see here, and even a line of consumer-grade devices like the wrist-mounted Pip-Boy. But the platinum chip was, more than any other, my design. It was my vision.

MR. HOUSE: But it never left the factory in which it was originally made. Before it could even cool off from its assembly...we had the Great War. An international, thermonuclear bombardment of unimaginable power that annihilated the world in all of two hours.

MR. HOUSE: But not the entire world. Not Vegas. Not my Paradise. From my fortress of the Lucky 38, I saw to that. But as for the rest of the world, and my platinum chip--it took generations.

MR. HOUSE: First for the scarce remnants of humanity to crawl out from under their rocks, and for the world to at least resemble a functioning society again in which to do trade. And then for the work itself--of countless scavengers, treasure-seekers, and the like, all contracted to comb over the wreckage of Sunnyvale. It cost millions of caps, and later, New California dollars. And a not insignificant piece of my pre-war fortune as well. I, quite literally, moved mountains.

MR. HOUSE: I do not believe in providence, Agnes, but I do believe in destiny. How else to explain it? It was pristine when it was found. Neither the bombs nor the passage of time had so much as scuffed its sheen. But still...its value far transcended the mere market price of pure platinum.

MR. HOUSE: Amusingly, despite the discovery, I was still only as close to acquiring the chip as I had been originally in 2077. A final ordeal remained for me: how to ensure the safety of the platinum chip en route to its destination, from Sunnyvale to Vegas, without broadcasting its preciousness to thieves, armies, and raiders--or worse, to heavily armed fetishists for pre-war technology like the Brotherhood of Steel?

MR. HOUSE: Misdirection. Through a network of anonymous liaisons, I contracted the Mojave Express for a batch of deliveries, all superficially similar knick-knacks, to various intermediaries of myself. All but one of the orders were totally worthless decoys. But your identity as the carrier of the one genuine item was somehow compromised, leading to you getting attacked, and to the second disappearance of the chip.

MR. HOUSE: But look around you. Look where you are. You've made it, haven't you?

AGNES, still staring up at the visage of MR. HOUSE on-screen, doesn't respond. She frowns, nervous. The SECURITRONS guarding MR. HOUSE observe her stoically.

MR. HOUSE: Let me clarify: I had nothing to do with Benny's ambush. Heavens no! It goes completely against my interests. It would have been a perfectly quotidian day's work for you if not for his, and I stress, unexpected involvement. The platinum chip...belies its significance. For Benny to have not only discovered its delivery route but possibly enough of that significance to motivate such an act, this constituted a very troubling breach of my security. And I had been looking into it...but in a way, the issue seems to have resolved itself. Hm?

MR. HOUSE: A wild card. Now removed from the deck.

AGNES' gaze sinks to the floor.

MEANWHILE, a small shadow blots out the starlight in the desert outside of Vegas. It flies over the exploring TARANTULA.

AGNES looks back up at MR. HOUSE.

AGNES: I killed him.

HOUSE: So you did. I only wish that we could have spoken before you went rogue on my former protégé: if this story breaks, I can grant you amnesty, but not without controversy. And your infamy as an assassin could make our further arrangements quite difficult.

AGNES: Um...I didn't think there would be more to it than delivering the--

MR. HOUSE: Oh! Of course, of course! My apologies. Two hundred years of anticipation and yet I'm still getting ahead of myself. Well--would you mind? I've been waiting a long time for my mail.

The SECURITRON closest to AGNES wheels forward with its claw outstretched. AGNES reaches her fingers into a pocket beneath the belt of her dress to produce it: the PLATINUM CHIP. She holds it in her hand for a brief moment.

MEANWHILE, the shadow descends; the TARANTULA HAWK engages the TARANTULA.

AGNES relinquishes the PLATINUM CHIP to the SECURITRON.

MR. HOUSE: Thank you--it's a relief to pay for this chip for the final time.

The SECURITRON inserts the PLATINUM CHIP into a slot in MR. HOUSE'S supercomputer, feeding it into the drive with a CLIK.

MEANWHILE, the TARANTULA is fighting the TARANTULA HAWK.

From behind AGNES, another SECURITRON presents her with a stack of NEW CALIFORNIA REPUBLIC DOLLARS, which she gingerly takes in her hand and looks over.

MR. HOUSE: And I trust that you're satisfied with the agreed-upon compensation from the delivery contract, yes?

AGNES: Yeah, it's...it's fine...I'll be going now. Thanks.

MR. HOUSE: Oh? But you've only just arrived. I insist that you make yourself at home.

SFX: KZZSZZZTTT

The faces on the screens of the SECURITRONS in MR. HOUSE'S penthouse suddenly change from policemen to soldiers. AGNES recoils and tries to step away.

AGNES: H-hey, uh--

MEANWHILE, the TARANTULA HAWK pierces the underbelly of the TARANTULA with its stinger.

SECURITRONS surround AGNES.

MR. HOUSE: You are the first guest ever through the doors of the Lucky 38, you know. Nobody has so much as checked a coat inside since the war, so this meeting confers you a significant level of privilege...and inevitable celebrity. The people of Vegas have always gossiped, after all. Many have even clawed at the door desperately with dreams of being where you now stand. Surely you can comprehend how this compulsion to leave after such a deliberate and remarkable invitation risks considerable insult--to both myself and my citizenry? And very deliberate this invitation was. Don't you realize: if handing off my package was all for which you were needed, why wouldn't I have just had Victor relieve you of the chip outside? No, no, you see, as necessary as its acquisition was, the chip is ultimately just a key, for unlocking a new frontier...of possibilities.

MR. HOUSE: Possibilities for prosperity, peace, and technological advancement that haven't been seen in two hundred years. Possibilities greater than anything the New California Republic or Caesar's Legion could dream of, let alone achieve, by playing pretend in the clothes of their forebearers and convincing everyone else that it's statecraft. Possibilities--which if they key is turned by human hands--become certainties.

AGNES (a whisper): Are you not human?

MR. HOUSE: Don't let the video screens and computer terminals fool you: I am a living human. No less so than you. I just live with a particular set of, well...handicaps.

AGNES: You said you'd waited hundreds of years to--

MR. HOUSE: One could argue that the world has been waiting hundreds of years for this moment. Waiting for me. For the chip. For the long-dormant doors of the Lucky 38 to finally open, to a single and specially ordained individual: you, Agnes. And there are tremendous things waiting for us, waiting for us to accomplish them, together. I certainly couldn't do them with Benny. What do you say?

MEANWHILE, the TARANTULA has become completely paralyzed by the TARANTULA HAWK'S venom. The TARANTULA HAWK seizes its prey.

AGNES: ...no.

MR. HOUSE: I'm sorry--"No?"

AGNES: Yes--I mean, no. No! I don't want to help you! I...

Tears well in AGNES' eye.

AGNES: ...I just want to go back home.

MR. HOUSE: ...I see. Hmm.

MR. HOUSE: How do I put this in a way you'll understand?

MR. HOUSE: The die is cast.

AGNES, crying, looks up at MR. HOUSE again. Fear bulges on her face.

MR. HOUSE: Throughout the long delivery of this chip, several precise plans and fortuitous coincidences have aligned in just such a way as to make you, you specifically at this exact juncture, an irreplaceable asset in the ongoing endeavor of this wounded world's recovery from otherwise hopeless ruin.

MR. HOUSE: Your cooperation going forward is not merely crucial to this endeavor's success, but it's utterly non-negotiable. Should you entertain the moral issue of what's at stake, it's obligatory, even. It's why your refusal comes as such a...genuine surprise. Can't you see?

MR. HOUSE: I'm not a fascist, Agnes--I would never force you. But given the circumstances, I'm entitled, wouldn't you agree, to at least a brief demonstration of my vision? The vision that the platinum chip promises? Victor has surely seen your companion to the presidential suite by now--my other Securitrons can escort you to the basement, where I'm sure you can make a...properly informed decision.

The SECURITRONS close in on AGNES, who screams in protest.

AGNES: No! I said no! I already delivered your chip, I--I killed Benny! I-- I-- ...what do you want with me!?

MR. HOUSE: Haven't you been listening? I want what's best for you--for us. I know it's a lot, but bear with me for one moment longer, and I can assure you--that this is the beginning of something very incredible.

MEANWHILE, the TARANTULA HAWK has dragged the paralyzed TARANTULA back to the entrance of its own burrow.

The TARANTULA HAWK shoves its helpless prey into the hole, and then crawls in after it.

The TARANTULA is not seen again.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 173 & 174

Welcome to Weeks 173 & 174

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 45 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Peanut - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Not normal photos - @nekoannie-chan

Impossible - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

The Sanctuary of Hope - (Jake x Reader) - @peyton-warren

Grumpy Sandwich - (Ari x Reader x Curtis) - @adulting-sucks

His Silly Princess - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Payback is Sweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Neglected - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That - Baking Cookies - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That - Eating Pie - @/sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis and Honey Autumn This or That - Misty Mornings - @/sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Temporary Job - (Ransom x Reader) - @navybrat817

Just a Dream - (Nick x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Tipsy, smutty headcanons w/ cevans characters (pt. 1) - @levans44

Tipsy, smutty headcanons w/ cevans characters (pt. 2) - @/levans44

Glitter - @/nekoannie-chan

Do not read - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Oh What A Night - (Jake x Reader) - @adulting-sucks

In Sickness and In Health - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Just What I Needed (3) - (Bucky x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Jackpot - (Curtis x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18

Bloodbath - (Ari x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18

Leather jackets and love - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @holylulusworld

Heart of a Wolf - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Collared part 23 - @spnexploration

His Inheritance - Part 26 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Just Right - Chp 8 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 22 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Though I Have Never Read It - Part 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Let You Down - (Ari x Reader) - @navybrat817

missing you - (Bucky x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

Bound To You - (Bucky x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Undead - @/nekoannie-chan

Something else - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Competition - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Kiss Me If You Can - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Surrender - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Without a Single String Attached - (Bucky x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Teacher's Pet - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Cause That's When I'll See You Again - (Ari x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

His Inheritance - Part 27 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 24 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Though I Have Never Read It - Part 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Collared part 24 - @spnexploration

Halloween Nightmare - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

[foxes-that-run]

Taylor Swift Hits 2013 AMAs in Same Gold Dress Rosie Huntington-Whiteley Wore on Shoot With Harry Styles Singer wears same Julien Macdonald frock that model wore in Glamour spread with her ex-boyfriend

eNews (x) Nov 26, 2013 | Glamour August 2013

Taylor Swift made for one very glam golden girl at Sunday night's 2013 American Music Awards in her Julien Macdonald mini dress, but she wasn't the first leggy lady to rock the sexy look.

Yep, before Swift walked the red carpet at the annual awards show in the glittering design, model Rosie Huntington-Whiteley stunned in the teeny-weeny number—with Swift's ex, no less!

The British babe posed alongside Tay-Tay's former flame Harry Styles and the rest of the One Direction boys in the pages of Glamour's August 2013 issue in the strapless metallic number.

Huntington-Whitely flaunted her cleavage with the frock's plunging neckline, but the singer took a more modest route, having a sheer illusion lining added that was sure to aid in the prevention of any unwanted wardrobe malfunctions. (No nip slips here!)

Nevertheless, both gals proved the sultry look was made for the cameras, with Huntington-Whiteley stealing the spotlight from her 1D costars in the Glamour shoot, and Swift heating up the AMAs red carpet and even landing a spot on our best dressed list.

[lydskisses]

🌟PO [Part 1] - Genshin Impact Sumeru Theme Clothes (Alhaitham/Kaveh/Tighnari/Cyno)🌟

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That said, if you’re still keen to risk it, each perfume set is SGD$40/ea and SGD$26/refill. I won’t be responsible if the parcel is discarded, so no refunds on item and shipping costs.

For Singaporeans, I’m able to take order for it.

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[sliptohk]

Prompt# 26: Zip

One would be forgiven for feeling disappointed at the state of Raahdi Naseem's sitting room. The refreshments were simple tea and spiced crackers rather than the elaborate culinary display of wealth one expected among influential members of Ul'dah society. An almost unpleasant scent of old pages curbed what appetite one may have as old parchments in varying states of restoration lay spread out on several desks. Whatever had once sat on top of them were tucked into the corners of the room to make way for the loving attention such documents received. Ample space was given to the impressive collection kept in glass display cases, and meticulously numbered drawers, but no such consideration was given to visitors.

Largely, because Raahdi was a collector. Not a merchant. If anyone visited, they did so with purpose and nothing there would deter them from that search. Folks of similar mind to the aging man himself.

"You and your companions performed admirably, Mr. Clay. I am well pleased."

Had the lot of them been stuffed into one room it would have made for a tight fit. But given the absence of their two largest members, the Winds of the Broken Mountain fit well enough. A bit awkwardly, as an ancient urn in the midst of repair could not be moved from its place near the divan they were given to share, but it was comfortable enough. More so than Crater and River were undoubtedly having to deal with while escorting a still-recovering Silent back to Dravania for proper convalescence. After only a brief detour to collect the rest of her belongings, that they had short-sightedly not gathered when Ellory claimed only a single linkpearl from the luggage. It had been quite an argument.

"It was a pleasure to be of service, sir. Might I inquire if the item was up to your satisfaction? The courier did have an unfortunate encounter with brigands that may have resulted in some damages to the packages in her care."

Considering the surroundings, it was fitting that the man's laughter resembled the crinkling of old paper, "I appreciate your honesty, but you need not worry. It works splendidly." There was a sparkle of some sort of mischief in his eye as he gestured to the little box between them, "Would you like to experience it yourself?"

"Sounds great to me!" Ellory leaned forward, jostling Oliver slightly with the motion. It was best that she have a seat near the arm of the divan, otherwise it would be both hyur on her sides getting bumped each time she shifted or shuffled.

It was the proper response, as the well-pleased man turned the arm on the side of the ornate music box. Despite its years, the mechanism was either well-oiled, or magnificently crafted, for it hardly sounded a pop or click with each circle he made. The worn silver too dull to flash in the light. Perhaps someday it would glitter as nicely as the other pieces of jewelry about them.

Once satisfied with the priming, Raahdi withdrew his hands. Light danced within the box, a beautiful waltz of vibrant colors about the outside of the contraption in an ever-tightening spiral toward a tarnished silver medallion set into the middle. There was no sound, so far as Ellory could tell, though the others around her reacted to something. Astonished looks spreading across Arlette and Oliver, eyes widening and mouths parting slightly. Their patron was more restrained, that twinkle in his spreading to reflect in the glistening tears forming in them instead.

Furrowing her brow, the hyurgadyn leaned first in one direction, then the other. Tossing their head like a hound on the hunt for some odd sound just out of hearing range. And ultimately failing to identify it. Only when the arm stopped it slow movement did the display of color cease. Fading away like dying embers. Whatever seemed to capture her companions attention was not so swiftly extinguished, as it was some time until they jerked back to awareness, practically speaking over each other.

"I could have sworn I heard my grandfather's voice!"

"My mother. It was my mother."

A finger tip tapped at the medallion, as the elderly collector gently touched it, "I have heard several. Family and friends. Do you know the tale behind the box?"

"The box and its story got somethin' in common! I never heard either! Happy to get that bit outta ya though!"

"Then your life has either been very blessed, or very lonely, Ms. Sparrow." He removed his finger, collecting a fine cloth to apply a light coating of oil to the object. Each pass made it a touch glossier. "I shall not ask what either of you heard, nor shall I share my own revelations. But this object is called the Beloved Voice of Clarity. It was first referenced in an inventory of gifts received by an ancient king named Kokolata Gogolata. A complicated man at a time when his land was in need of steady guidance."

Pouring himself a cup of tea, he took a sip before launching more fully into his recount.

"Early in life, Kokolata was often judged to act rashly. He lived as if no moment could be spared, and often rushed decisions that warranted deeper consideration solely to free time for more base pursuits. You see, his lordly father passed when they were only a boy and thus could not offer a guiding hand to his beloved son. It left him vulnerable to the wicked machinations of advisors that saw the opportunity for personal gain, without regard for the suffering it caused to their people. His Royal Rashness was uttered disparagingly in the corners of the kingdom."

A slight chuckle escaped him, before Raahdi continued, "In time, unrest began to take root. The two eldest friends of the former king joined together in a great undertaking to save the boy that was like a nephew to them. One crafted the box before you, while the other wove intricate spells into the components as they were fitted. Neither weapon, nor toy, they created a gift out of love for Kokolata for his birthday celebration."

"When first spotted, the king had only passing regard for the offering. It was well-made and pleasing to the eye, but he was taken with the gifts of his other guests. Exotic beasts to hunt and fine garments to wear. The most pleasing of performers to grip his fleeting interest as it leapt from one thing to the next, and intoxicating wines and food that lulled Kokolata into hedonistic excess. Only once he had sampled all that his advisors had coaxed him with, did he absently turn the arm of the music box."

"A great change came upon the king that day. Tears flowed from his eyes and he demanded the removal of those men and women that had used such low desires to control him. Disconsolate, he retired to his chambers and did not return for four nights. Each one spent playing the music box over and over. Only upon the fifth morning did he emerge with steel in his spine and pride in his bearing. 'My father has spoken to me.' He stated to a grand assembly of his people. 'In my grief I sought poor comforts when I ought to have shown filial respect toward those he loved so well. My people. My country.' Taken aback, some did not belief in the young lords swift change. It was difficult to believe the words of a man that had already engraved their mark upon them through actions. But Kokolata was possessed of great vigor, and change came swift when turned to the good of his people."

"Alas, the greed of wicked men was not so easily changed. They tempted their king over the years when the chance came. And while possessed of such vim, his strength of will was less robust. Whenever he began to stray, he would play the music box once more. Once every few moons. Soon every day, until one morning when he hurled the gift from his balcony into the shifting sands of Thanalan. 'Who are you to chastise me?' He shouted, as winds began to cover the music box with sand. 'A king is possessed of absolute goodness! All that I do is thus good!' Such words made his elderly supporters weep, men who only had love for him. 'Why do you seek your end with such speed? Why have you forsaken the gift of wisdom we granted you?'"

"Once tamed flaws rose to prominence, becoming great fissures in the moral fiber of the king. He demanded the two explain themselves. 'We have created for you an unimpeachable counsel! It speaks with the voice of those you loved and lost. It shares the wisdom they would impart upon you! It serves as a sorely-needed guiding hand for those who stumble and fall upon the path of goodness!' Despite their earnest defense, Kokolata would not be swayed. He cast out those two honest men, with a declaration that would haunt him the short time he would live until his death. 'My hand is the only guidance this country needs! My instincts shall guide us more surely than the needling complaints of the dead!'"

Another sip of tea, before Raahdi sighed, "The people he neglected soon rose up to cast down their king. He spent the last of his days performing great austerities in a vain attempt to earn back their trust. But as quick as his Royal Rashness had been to change his ways, he was just as swift to fall back into old habits once more. And sporadic acts of hedonism betrayed the earnestness of those acts."

"So you see…" He gestured to the box once more, "The Beloved Voice of Clarity is just that. It speaks to you in the voice of one you lost and offers direction to those willing to hear it. Not out of judgement, but formed of your own loving memory to see you thrive."

"I can see why ya wanted it! But dunno why its so quiet for me!" Ellory would have been lying if she claimed she weren't a touch miffed by the lack of guidance she received.

Oliver chewed on that thought for a moment, before offering, "Have you lost a family member you loved dearly, Ellory? Or perhaps a cherished mentor?"

"Those I know are still skyside of the earth!"

Raahdi laughed once again with a rueful shake of his head, "Then it seems you are blessed, Ms. Sparrow! And may those that guide you in life carry on for the whole of your life!"

[thatweirdbitchjax]

OC DICTIONARY

Cole Jane Rhue

Age: 17

Nicknames: C-4

Species:Cow

Occupation: Murderer

Fandom: slasher_jax

Taken: Nope

Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them

Them as a quote I've heard before:

Its hard to turn the page when you know someone won't be in the next chapter, but the story continues.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Cindy Clare Collins

Age: 26

Nicknames: CC, Ghosty

Species: Ghost

Occupation: Being dead

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: Nuh-uh

Pronouns: She/They

Them as a quote I've heard before:

I know I have friends, but I feel like I have no one to talk to about the shit that goes on in my head.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Genie Uzu Xyno

Age: 19

Nicknames: Gene, Z

Species: Cat

Occupation: Witch

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: She/They

Them as a quote I've heard before:

Not friends, not enemies. Just strangers with some memory's.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Vincent Zeno Clark

Age: 1000+

Nicknames: Spidy, SPIDDER, Z, Vin

Species: Arachnid

Occupation: Webmaking

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: Nope

Pronouns: He/Him

Them as a quote I've heard before:

Enjoy life, there's plenty of time to be dead.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Voy

Age: unknown

Nicknames: Little guy, little baby, cutie pie

Species: Alien

Occupation: Being cute ans ruining lives

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: Ze/Zeno

Them as a quote I've heard before:

ÆæææÆæÆÆæ

(You'll never know someones true intentions until its too late)

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Jordy Clark Stevens

Age: 17

Nicknames: Jord

Species: Vampire

Occupation: High School Student

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: Yes

Pronouns: He/Him

Them as a quote I've heard before:

If I can't have you, no one can.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Zara Trudy Freeman

Age: 17

Nicknames: Zar, Mars

Species: Human

Occupation: High School Student

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: Yes

Pronouns: She/Her

Them as a quote I've heard before:

I don't wanna be here anymore, but I'm trapped by a delusional man

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Jaxon

Age: 15

Nicknames: J, JJ, Jax-o-Lantern, Jax

Species: Human

Occupation: Author/Artist

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: Nope

Pronouns: He/Him They/Them

Them as a quote I've heard before:

Sleep isn't just sleep anymore, its an escape.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Jared Ford Thompson

Age: 25

Nicknames: Jare, Jade, Jady

Species: Part Goat

Occupation: unknown

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: He/She

Them as a quote I've heard before:

I'm not a milf chaser, she just happens to be a milf.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Bones the Skeleton Clown

Age: unknown

Nicknames: Skelly, Bo

Species: Demonic Clown

Occupation: Clown

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: He/Him

Them as a quote I've heard before:

If you tired of me, then go take a nap, cause I ain't going no where.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Winifred Iris Afton

Age: 15

Nicknames: Winnie, Mini William, Raven Inkwell

Species: Soul/Animatronic

Occupation: Animatronic Mechanic

Fandom: FNAF|slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: She/Her

Them as a quote I've heard before:

Be careful who you trust, sugar looks exactly like salt.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Rosabelle Krista Stuarts

Age: 6

Nicknames: Rosy, Belle, Krissy, Stu

Species: Human

Occupation: BEING ADORABLE

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: She/Her

Them as a quote I've heard before:

Never let anyone treat you like you're regular glue, you're glitter glue.

Lore:

Basic

Test Subject 1593

Age: unknown

Nicknames: The fish

Species: unknown

Occupation: Unwilling Test Subject

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: Any

Them as a quote I've heard before:

Never stop fighting, it may feel hopeless, but if you keep trying you will succeed one day.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Gina Clark Lewis

Age: unknown

Nicknames: GG

Species: unknown

Occupation: Assassin

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: She/Her

Them as a quote I've heard before:

You never truly know someone till you've heard them beg for mercy.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Francine James Graham

Age: 17

Nicknames: Franny, Fran, Jay, Ceene

Species: unknown

Occupation: Killer

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: She/They/He

Them as a quote I've heard before:

Sometimes, happy memories hurt the most.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Vesper Hugo Daniels

Age: 23

Nicknames: Ves, V

Species: Human

Occupation: Military

Fandom: slasher-jax|COD

Taken: Yes

Pronouns: They/Them

Them as a quote I've heard before:

Judge me when you are perfect.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Vivian Hill Daniels

Age: 23

Nicknames: Viv, Hill, Vivvie

Species: Human

Occupation: Seductress

Fandom: slasher-jax|COD

Taken: No

Pronouns: She/They

Them as a quote I've heard before:

I son't miss you, I miss the person I thought you were.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Caecilius Alastar Mori

Age: 25

Nicknames: Cae, Cil, Al, Mori

Species: Ram

Occupation: Assassin

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: They/Them

Them as a quote I've heard before:

The mind replays what the heart can't delete.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Bowie Daniel Remington

Age: 15

Nicknames: Rem, Boe

Species: Owl

Occupation: High School Student

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: Any

Them as a quote I've heard before:

It's called Karma, and it's pronounced "HAHAHA FUCK YOU!"

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Celyn Hira Pekkanen

Age: unknown

Nicknames: Cel

Species: Eye?

Occupation: Anti-Hero

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: Them/They

Them as a quote I've heard before:

I got betrayed while my heart was pure, I'll never forget that.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Christina Babirye Nolan

Age: unknown

Nicknames: Chris, Tina, Nol

Species: Human

Occupation: Hero

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: They/Them

Them as a quote I've heard before:

I'm tired of fighting. For once, I want to be fought for.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Courtney Imani Paige

Age: 22

Nicknames: Court

Species: Human

Occupation: Barista

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: She/They

Them as a quote I've heard before:

I've learned to be done with people. Not mad, not bothered, just done.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Porphyrios Hadriana Hepburn

Age: 16

Nicknames: Porphy

Species: God

Occupation: Training

Fandom: slasher-jax| Percy Jackson

Taken: No

Pronouns: Any

Them as a quote I've heard before:

One lie is enough to question all truths.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Chrissy Carolina Mollown

Age:21

Nicknames: Caro

Species: Deer

Occupation: College Student

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: She/Her

Them as a quote I've heard before:

Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Valeria Nikhila Janda

Age: 14

Nicknames: Val, Ria, Rena

Species: Demon

Occupation: Middle School Student

Fandom: slasher-jax|South Park

Taken: No

Pronouns: She/Her

Them as a quote I've heard before:

I don't trust easily. So when I tell you "I trust you", please don't make me regret it.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Caroline Zitkala Merkel

Age: 27

Nicknames: Linny, Kayla

Species: Sheep?

Occupation: Assassin

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: She/Her

Them as a quote I've heard before:

You can hide a lot behind a smile.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Isabelle Erna Nicholson

Age:28

Nicknames: Isa, Belle

Species: Human

Occupation: High School Teacher

Fandom: slasher-jax

Taken: No

Pronouns: She/Her

Them as a quote I've heard before:

Don't talk to me about loyalty, I'm still holding secrets for people who throw dirt on my name.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Florian Herminia Cano

Age: 19

Nicknames: Skuller

Species: Dead

Occupation: Proxy

Fandom: slasher-jax|Creepypasta

Taken: No

Pronouns: They/Them

Them as a quote I've heard before:

No one knows how much I cried that day.

Lore: Not yet, soon tho.

Tags:

@zeroisreallygood

@puppet200

@purpleeggyboi

@th3-r4t-48

@im-a-simp898

[womanofwords]

Masterlist

OC dossier

Tobey’s Community Service (COMPLETE)

Synopsis: as penance for the many times his robots have destroyed the city, Tobey’s community service is to teach the basics of robotics to children. (This is a WordGirl fanfic.)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Ghost Hunters Series (COMPLETE*)

Synopsis: two boys go ghost-hunting in an abandoned, dilapidated mansion and stumble across something amazing that changes their lives. (Based on a series of artworks by @shyticklemonster and listed in reading order.)

Ghost Hunting

Ghostly Vengeance

Ghost Tricks

A Taste Of Halloween Candy

*I will add to this series if @shyticklemonster makes more artworks for me to base my writing on.

The Offer of a Lifetime (COMPLETE)

Synopsis: Hero and Sidekick stumble across a superpowered civilian and recruit them into the team. There’s just one problem: they don’t want to.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

High School (COMPLETE)

Synopsis: Frustrated by their behaviour, Superhero turns Hero and Villain into teenagers and sends them to high school to learn some important life skills.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Glitter (COMPLETE)

Synopsis: Hero has always been a guy’s guy. That is, until he gets assigned the girliest female sidekick to ever live. The worst part is, it’s beginning to rub off on him, and that could spell disaster for his image! What’s a guy to do?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

STEM Kids Shenanigans (COMPLETE)

Synopsis: When the principal of Marbleton Secondary School created a STEM club for the best and the brightest, she expected prestige and respectability to come to the school. When the students heard about it, they expected it to be filled with nerds.

But the four members of the club find themselves making tight friendships and awesome inventions. They also find themselves in a war with the most relentless prefect to ever be a prefect.

Chapter 1: Making STEM Club

Chapter 2: Introductions

Chapter 3: Change

Chapter 4: Spice

Chapter 5: Trinkets

Chapter 6: Parent Observation Day

Chapter 7: Study Group

Chapter 8: Subtle Messages

Chapter 9: The Unseen

Chapter 10: Day Of The Pink

Chapter 11: Connections

Chapter 12: Slime

Chapter 13: Surveillance

Chapter 14: Public Opinion

Chapter 15: Flight

Chapter 16: Front Page Fallout

Chapter 17: Paint

Chapter 18: Melanie’s Cousin

Chapter 19: Bird’s Nest

Chapter 20: A Very Grounded Young Man

Chapter 21: Adult Supervision

Chapter 22: Matching Patches

Chapter 23: Gloves

Chapter 24: Layla’s Plants

Chapter 25: The Other Secondary School

Chapter 26: The Hated One

Chapter 27: Monitoring Melanie

Chapter 28: Feral Newspaper Hound

Chapter 29: Acting Out

Chapter 30: Bugged

Chapter 31: Checking In

Chapter 32: Stephan’s Black Book

Chapter 33: Engineered Dramatics

Chapter 34: Talking To The Sainsbury Girls

Chapter 35: Stashed Secrets Spilled

Chapter 36: Principal’s Office

Chapter 37: Celebrity and Confessions

Chapter 38: Apologies

Chapter 39: Unwanted Appearances

Chapter 40: A Proper Conclusion

The Poisoned Prodigy (COMPLETE)

Synopsis: When normal Vincent Song is invited to his best friend’s school’s end-of-year awards ceremony, his only real worry is whether or not his brother’s old tux will fit him. But when said best friend, Renaissance boy Patton Reynolds, collapses at the podium after drinking some tainted water, it’s obvious that he was poisoned.

Patton names someone just before he passes out and at first, it seems like the genius solved his own murder attempt. But something’s not right. It’s up to Vincent, described by his own brother as ‘the lamest teenage boy in the world’ to navigate a world of geniuses to find the true culprit and get true justice for his best friend.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Nerd Juvie (IN PROGRESS/ON HIATUS)

Synopsis: Marco, a troubled yet gifted young man, gets sent to the Lazarus Institute after getting caught drag racing on a bike that he made himself. The Lazarus Institute is a rehabilitation centre run by Dr Bertram Lazarus especially for gifted teenagers on the wrong side of the law, and for a while, it seems like everything is looking up. But when Marco stumbles across sinister plans for the residents, he is forced to question everything. Is Dr Lazarus the benevolent man everybody believed him to be?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Primary Objective: Friendship (IN PROGRESS)

Alexis’ life was going pretty normally until her Uncle James introduced her to Project Nikola, the robot he had made. When Nikola expresses a desire to go to school, James enrols him into the school Alexis goes to . . . and chaos ensues.

Chapter 1: Meeting Nikola

Chapter 2: School Enrolment

Chapter 3: School Shopping

Chapter 4: Nikola’s First Day

Chapter 5: Mom v Robot

And here are the spinoffs:

A Robot’s Family

[hccn-overseer]

Issue 26, 10/12/2023 - The Overseer

Issue Masterpost About the Overseer

Weekly Weather Report

By Lydia

Temperatures are represented using Celsius. Sorry, Americans!

Wednesday: Temperatures will reach a high of 11 degrees and a low of -2 degrees. Skies will be sunny throughout the day with patches of pink and orange hues tinting all areas during the late morning.

Thursday: Temperatures will reach a high of 6 degrees with a low of -4 degrees. Skies will be mostly cloudy throughout the day with hints of mysterious haze.

Friday: Temperatures will reach a high of 8 degrees and a low of 0 degrees. Skies will be clear throughout the morning with showers throughout the afternoon and evening.

Saturday: Temperatures will reach a high of 12 degrees and a low of 2 degrees. Skies will be partly sunny and windy throughout the day with wind speeds up to 31 miles per hour.

Sunday: Temperatures will reach a high of 3 degrees and a low of -9 degrees. Skies will be mostly cloudy throughout the day.

Monday: Temperatures will reach a high of 13 degrees and a low of 5 degrees. Skies will be mostly clear throughout the day with occasional flashes of spider web clouds.

Tuesday: Temperatures will reach a high of 15 degrees and a low of 2 degrees. Skies will be rainy throughout the entire day with constant downpours.

Wednesday: Temperatures will reach a high of 10 degrees and a low of -4 degrees. Skies will be partly sunny throughout the day with high winds up to 27 miles per hour.

Now onto other news below the cut!

Lost and Found

By Lydia

All of the following items have been brought to The Overseer staff’s office for safekeeping until they are claimed. If you recognize one of these items as yours, please visit us to receive your items, or contact us at lostandfound@thehermitnews.org. Lost items will be sent to Twinkly Trash if not picked up after two weeks. Thank you! *Not a real email address.

Item 1: A collection of Modigliani paintings These long-faced paintings, reproduced for commercialism in the Shopping District, were found scattered throughout Scarland. They depict various men and women in sitting poses with relatively uninterested expressions and exaggeratedly long necks.

Item 2: A beard shaving kit This kit was found in Etho’s ruins and includes a double edge safety razor, pre-shaving oil, after-shave balm, a badger brush, and a beard trimmer. This kit was taken out of a shulker box and left near Impulse’s Dwarven Keep.

Item 3: Three hotel luggage carts These luggage carts were found with several empty unused trash bags piled on them near Hypno’s base. It is unknown what the intended purpose was for these luggage carts, and they are on the brink of falling apart.

Item 4: A book about keeping iguanas This reptile pet-care book was found in Pearl’s tree house and was published in 2022. There are illustrations on each page and the book appears to have been very well-loved over the past year. The illustrations are fully colored and appear to be as detailed as humanly possible.

Item 5: A headband with three skulls This headband has three plastic skulls attached to them and is covered in glitter. The headband itself is black and the skulls are bright orange, purple, and green.

Item 6: A group of miniature pumpkin stress balls These stress balls in the shape of miniature pumpkins were found near xBCrafted’s base and have been painted with various geometric patterns using a rainbow color palette. They glow in the dark and appear to have been ordered from a very old magazine catalog.

Item 7: A cursed box This box, fused shut with an intricate golden vine pattern on the lid loop around the front, has launched its finder into a wall upon them attempting to open it. The finder suggests burying it if opening it is not possible.

Fun and Games

This week's fun and games are once again brought to you by Lydia!

And that's all for this week folks! Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day!

[glittergroovy]

Age of Delilah - Ethel Cain

[patstevens5]

Attendance Prompt, Secrete Lives of Color page 82. “In its glittering natural form, which was thought to resemble gold, it was one of the mineral pigments and one of two yellows, along with ocher, used in ancient Egyptian art.” This quote from the passage made me wonder what colors I associate with what and so on, I would simply never see any color and associate it with mineral pigments or ancient Egyptian art despite maybe that being it’s true origin. I would be far more inclined to see a yellowish gold color and think of the Pittsburgh Steelers or WVU or the 49ers. It’s interesting to think of how each of us could be looking at the same color and thinking of two completely different things.

1. The animal I incorporated into my drawing was a whitetail deer. Growing up, hunting and fishing is something basically everyone lives and dies for in my town. We had the first day of deer season off of school as it was basically a holiday. I spend a lot of my time in the fall and winter chasing these beautiful creatures as I learn their habits and schedules hoping for the opportunity to be able to harvest a mature deer.

2. Fall for me means college football and deer season as I don’t get to amped up for any of the Halloween festivities. It’s gotta be one of my least favorite holidays but with that being said nothing beats a chilly night around a fire with my best friends listening to country music legends like Jason Aldean, Luke Bryan, Zach Bryan, Luke Combs and more.

3. I was born on August 16th, 2001, exactly 26 days before our country changed forever. My mom was from Long Island and went to an all girls school in NYC before coming to college at Bonas where she met my dad. My grandfather was a NYC fireman for 30+ years. On the day that I was born they rushed to Meadville and stayed for a week or so but then had to go back home for a little while. On September 10th they got in the car and drove back to Meadville meaning my grandfather wasn’t going to work the following few days. On September 11th our country changed for ever and despite me not only being a month old that idea of patriotism is forever bedded in my roots.

4. “Take it easy, take it easy, don’t let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy” is a line from the Eagles hit song “Take it Easy” that always stands out to me. I think it today world people are always so caught up in their little problems and road bumps in life that they let things change the outcome of their days and really affect them. I’m as easy going as it gets and you really couldn’t ruin my day if you tried. Nothing in life is worth getting upset over to a point where it drastically changes your mood or day, just take it easy and everything will always work itself out.

[grymmnox]

week #36

i forgot it was saturday,, oopsies. tbf im tired

fandom(s): bungo stray dogs, good omens, supernatural

ship(s): soukoku, ranpoe, ineffable husbands, destiel

Oneshots

leaking red glitter; crispy_ceasar - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 2k words | READ TAGS summary: dazai wakes up and he feels like a miracle.

Sunlight; thewritingotter - good omens/spn fusion

teen and up | 12.6k words | aziraphale/crowley, castiel/dean summary: It’s only been a couple of days since their first kiss (the memory of which is seared forever in Crowley’s infernal heart, something he knows he will never allow himself to forget -- not when it’s similarly the most amazing and frightening thing that’s ever happened to him), and while Crowley craves affection and hand holding and all of those soppy things demons aren’t supposed to be in want for, Aziraphale is drastically and very firmly on the other side. He’s stiff and unyielding, and even though Crowley is one of the few who are allowed to touch him, these instances are few and far between. -- Crowley and Aziraphale go on a much needed holiday after the Apocalypse That Didn't Happen.

You're Still A Dream Of Hope To Me; BlackUnicorn - good omens/spn fusion

not rated | 10.1k words | aziraphale/crowley, castiel/dean summary: “There you go, love.” A plate with a generous slice of apple pie was set on the table and the man-shaped being across from Crowley made a face that looked like it was trying very hard to be both exasperated and excited. “You told me to order for you, so I did,” Crowley said, innocently as you please, “And I happen to be rather fond of apples.” *** “What can I get ya?” the waitress asked. “Well – Molly,” Dean read her nametag, “How ‘bout some of that apple pie?” “’fraid that was the last slice,” Molly said and Dean could feel the smile steadily dripping of his face, “We still have cake, though.” “No, thanks,” Dean answered, “Just coffee is fine.” *** It was supposed to be a holiday. Crowley and Aziraphale make a trip to the States for a little change of scenery. Sam and Dean are still recovering from everything that happened. Things sort of go downhill when the Winchesters think they're on a Hunt for a Trickster, then uphill, depending on where you stand, and then they just go sideways.

All In The Pronunciation; Dr_Wahoo - good omens/spn fusion

teen and up | 2.4k words | implied aziraphale/crowley, dean & sam summary: Sam and Dean make the unenviable decision to summon Crowley. However, the demon standing in their summoning circle is decidedly not the right Crowley — or so they think at first.

Complete Fics

I'll crown your inner child with laurel; acuteguwu - bungo stray dogs

mature | 26 chapters, 197k words | chuuya/dazai, chuuya & dazai, poe/ranpo, poe & ranpo | READ TAGS summary: “I didn’t get my education in the best culinary school of France for some mediocre apprentice to tell me how to cook my dishes.” “Just shut it, Chuuya, and salt your goddamn béchamel.” (AU in which Dazai and Chuuya are both competing in the famous culinary contest, but it's more about childhood traumas and attempts to fix them with adult lovestories.)

Incomplete Fics

The Whim of a Cat; Stormlight8 - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 10/? chapters, 18.1k words | natsume & oda, ango & dazai & oda, dazai & oda, atsushi & oda, ango & oda summary: All it took was a few lines in the Book to change reality. Natsume Soseki, using the page held by the government, wrote a change that came into effect when the Decay of the Angels stole the page: the revival of Oda Sakunosuke. Having not been killed by his battle with Mimic, but believed by everyone to be dead, the ex-mafioso became committed to fulfilling what he had previously failed at. In order to save more innocent children, he had to keep the balance. With the Decay of the Angels disturbing the balance, it was finally time for Oda Sakunosuke to step into the fray. And hopefully, he'd meet a few old friends along the way.

nothing, the wind, the sky; lilydaze (Icosagens) - bungo stray dogs

mature | 2/7 chapters, 19.5k words | chuuya/dazai, (once again, and i cannot stress this enough, past & unhealthy.) dazai/mori | READ TAGS summary: "There's this moment, right before you do it, where your body tries to save you. It's not fear, or hesitance; it's a biological desire to survive that wells up in you and tries to overwhelm you into quitting. It rises up to become this... nearly insurmountable mental block. It's very powerful. It... possesses you. There's a lot of willpower involved in committing suicide, if you didn't know." "Does it," Chuuya asks quietly, "get easier? The more times you do it?" Dazai looks him in the eye. "No," he says. "It doesn't."

[aevyk-ing]

I'm bored and I need to get my mind out of stuff (life's getting impossible again, thanks), so I'm doing a whole bunch of questions to distract myself:

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

I tend to listen again and again to the last songs that I've discovered recently, so I'm going to share my favorite ones:

Patience- Take That

I want my tears back- Nightwish

Take on me- Aha

Spirit in the sky- KEiiNO

Moonlight shadow- Mike Oldfield

Yo contigo, tú conmigo- Álvaro Soler

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

My soulmate.

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

The book closest to me it's actually the last one I've written and I'm revising it so it's not published yet... I'm going to take the second nearest... huh, The Neverending Story:

Original line (Spanish): (Lle)vaba en la mano derecha una diminuta bandera blanca, que tremolaba a (sus espaldas).

Gonna search for the English version...

In its right hand it carried a tiny white flag, which glittered behind it. 

4: What do you think about most?

About how lonely and unlucky I am.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

Morning!!@ thank you

It's from a group and they weren't talking to me.

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

Eh... skip!

7: What’s your strangest talent?

I can detangle the cord of headphones (the tiny ones) quite fast.

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

Okay, I'm actually having trouble with this one. Remember about my last book? It has a lot of gender identity issues, so...

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Does it count if I'm the one who wrote it? I used to write a lot of poems while I was in high school and depressed (I still write some from time to time). And guess what? I collected some of them in a book.

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

LOL, last Tuesday. It's actually the last dance move in one of the songs from my Zumba videogame.

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

I have trypophobia.

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

Nope. But in my first nose surgery, they stuck like one meter of gauze there.

13: What’s your religion?

I'm baptized, but I don't believe in God since high school (guess why?). Right now, I define myself as a pantheist. I like to believe in the energy of the universe that surrounds us.

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Doing errands.

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Behind.

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Probably Nightwish, but KEiiNO has been fighting hard for the spot.

17: What was the last lie you told?

That I hadn't try the last sweets my mother bought. I had carefully opened the bag and took one the day before.

18: Do you believe in karma?

Yes. But I think it takes its time.

19: What does your URL mean?

First it was "aeviking", which was literally my two initials "AE", plus "viking". I used that name for my drawings and stuff. Since I change it to Aevyk, my URL is now "aevyk-ing", which is like "doing my own thing".

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

I have a really low self-esteem. I'm stubborn, so if I want to do something, nobody is going to stop me.

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

I don't have one. It used to be Orlando Bloom.

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

Nope.

23: How do you vent your anger?

I listen to really loud music and write.

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

Maybe books? I have too much stuff anyway (even thought most of it is in boxes right now).

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

On the phone. It's bad enough trying to do your best when you don't see the face of the other person, but I hate seeing myself while video chatting.

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

I don't know. I'm glad I'm stronger and I've improved in a lot of ways, but I'm still not 100% (not even an 80%) happy with who I am.

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

Babies crying. Hearing the first notes of my favorite songs when they play on the radio.

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

"What if I had known I'm neurodivergent sooner?"

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

Not ghosts per se, maybe spirits or spiritual forces. I do think there has to be another planet with life, even though not in the way we expect it.

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

My stylus pen. My desk lamp.

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

I think it's the rest of the watermelon milkshake I had one hour ago.

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

Anywhere with scorching sun and no shade, like that time I went with my sibling so they could skydive and I was so pissed off I was waiting in the sun they thought I was the one whose jump had been postponed.

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

Spain doesn't have an West Coast (we limit with Portugal there, if you don't count Galicia). If you're referring to the USA, I'm going to say East Coast.

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

Shawn Mendes.

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

Finding what you will be remembered for.

36: Define Art.

Letting your soul show while creating.

37: Do you believe in luck?

I believe I have the worst luck ever, so I guess so.

38: What’s the weather like right now?

Sun, not a cloud in the sky, too hot for this hour and month.

39: What time is it?

19:52.

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

No, I hate driving (I wonder why?). I've had a lot of dreams where I crash my father's car.

41: What was the last book you read?

Howl's Moving Castle. It was nice, but too convoluted at times.

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

I don't mind it.

43: Do you have any nicknames?

Aly.

44: What was the last film you saw?

The Cat Returns. It was weird.

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

I broke my nose when I was four years old. It was too bad my nose grew crooked and it needed several surgeries to make it look normal.

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

No. I like them, but they're still bugs and I don't like touching them (only ants because we used to have a lot of them in our garden).

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

One of the Webtoons I'm currently reading: Your smile is a trap, Ghibli movies and the last songs I've discovered, including Escaping Gravity by TheFatRat.

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

I'm straight and ace.

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

Yes. A lot of them. All of them bad.

50: Do you believe in magic?

I try to, but it's getting hard to keep on believing. Also, I mean "magical" moments, like when you have some good luck or something good happens to you. For me, it happens almost never, so it does feel like magic.

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Oh, yes. I don't forgive easily.

52: What is your astrological sign?

Leo, but I don't identify with it.

53: Do you save money or spend it?

Both?

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

Some fabric for a commission.

55: Love or lust?

Love.

56: In a relationship?

No.

57: How many relationships have you had?

Zero (can we please switch topic?).

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

Nope.

59: Where were you yesterday?

I went to a shopping mall.

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

A rubber or eraser.

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

No.

62: What’s your favourite animal?

Cats.

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

I try to make them smile.

64: Where is your best friend?

My ex- best friend? I'd love to know.

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

evermore-fashion, akindplace, justgotawesome, folkfashion and chibird.

66: What is your heritage?

I did a heritage test a while ago. I'm mostly Iberian, with North and East European blood. I also seem to have Jewish and Central American blood, according to my parents' tests.

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

Trying to sleep.

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

He doesn't have one.

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

(I had to Google the meaning) WTH? Skip!

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

I'd do everything for a friend, so I guess so.

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Save the dog and take a picture so they know I have a good excuse.

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a)I won't tell anyone because they usually don't trust what I say. b)I'll put my projects in order and try to do what makes me happy. c)It might be because I'm feeling quite down right now but... sometimes, I wouldn't mind dying.

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

Love.

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

The Nights, by Avicii.

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

1617.

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Caring about what the other person wants and needs.

77: How can I win your heart?

Listen to me and hug me.

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Yep. I don't recommend it, though.

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Going to therapy.

80: What size shoes do you wear?

A 38.

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

Maybe one of the lines from my Legends of Gingaria books.

82: What is your favourite word?

I don't have one. But "rielar" comes to mind. It's the Spanish word for when the moonlight hits the water.

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

"Heart and soul..."

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

I don't know.

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

Escaping Gravity by TheFatRat.

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

Blue. Also purple, turquoise and quinacridone.

87: What is your current desktop picture?

It came with the computer. It's a road in a field at sunrise.

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

Not going to say names but it's someone that has been hurting my family from a year or so.

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

"What's wrong with you?"

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

I'd try to talk to them and show them the door.

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Shape-shifting.

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

I'd go back to the worst time of my life and make sure it doesn't happen.

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

What I said before. If you need to know, it involved my crush and the rest of my schoolmates. And it ended up with me depressed.

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Guess what? I'm sticking with Shawn Mendes.

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Disneyland Paris.

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

No. Two of them are actually cops.

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

According to my mother, once when I was little.

98: Ever been on a plane?

A lot of times.

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

Read and buy my (Legends of Gingaria) books!

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