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lassieposting · 4 years ago

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Bit late and random but it's the anon you leave food out for here to give away I am also bi and I think exactly the same as you about bi val pretty much, every time Derek offers me representation my reaction is to slowly, hesitantly take it and say "thaaaaaaaaanks..." while rolling my eyes, in much the same way one accepts their least favourite flavour of sweet from an annoyingly enthusiastic uncle-type-individual. Ironically I feel I had more in common with her before the bi shit started up.

What I find really amusing is that Landy actually did reasonably well at representation when (and only when) he wasn’t trying.

Oh god, this got long, anon, my ass rambled.

tldr; I'm glad actual bi people dislike bi val (or how Laundry handled bi val) as much as me, this will probably offend at least one person but i don't really care, Dirty Laundry wrote better rep when he didn't mean to write rep at all, and if he ever starts trying to "represent" groups I'm part of I'll take him out back like a dying horse and shoot him.

Like, yes. He had stupid and potentially offensive shit - I say potentially because what offends one member of a group won’t necessarily offend all of them. His attitude to mentally ill people is, frankly, disgusting. We’ve had “Skulduggery can’t be abused, he doesn’t have feelings”. We’ve had “eVeRyOnE iS bI eVeNtUaLlY”. We had Ping, who seemed to be pretty much universally offensive. And that's what's always going to happen when a straight, cis, white, wealthy, male author tries to write marginalised groups he doesn't know shit about, because inevitably he's going to fall back on stereotypes.

But we also had:

SEXUALITY REP: Phase One's nonstraight characters were treated like the straight ones, and like, isn't that the whole point? There was no need for a massive Coming Out Story TM to grab for those sweet sweet Woke Points, because sexuality isn't supposed to be important to mages. I never understood why Val needed that whole Coming Out Panic storyline. Like...Des and Melissa are ridiculously supportive, encouraging, loving parents. They accepted you dating a ~19 year old when you were ~16. They accepted you revealing you could do fucking magic and that you'd been lying to them for like seven years. They took your undead buddy in stride and the most pressing question your dad had was whether magic toilets exist. There is zero reason to think that "I'm bisexual" is gonna be the thing that makes them flip and throw you into the streets in disgrace, Valkyrie. Come on.

Tanith had girlfriends and it was just mentioned casually, because it's normal.

China had massive UST with Eliza. That was an opportunity right there to not only include a f/f relationship, but also to bring back one of the few precious surviving characters from Phase One, using characters and a relationship that already had several books' worth of setup and tension and interest from fans.

The Monster Hunters have a casual conversation about which one of the Dead Men they'd date.

Ghastly has a conversation with Fletcher about the pain he's been through being in love. He never uses any pronouns.

It was confirmed at one point re: the Dead Men that at this point, after 300-odd years, everyone's been with everyone else at some point.

Thrasher is gay, and while Scapegrace's...everything...is treated as a joke/comedic relief, Thrasher's love for him isn't. He's completely devoted to Scapegrace, and that in itself is not played for laughs, even though the rest of the scene usually is. Thrasher's description of their first meeting is essentially a love-at-first-sight situation for him.

"ABNORMAL" RELATIONSHIP REP: Age gap relationships are normal for mages. Off the top of my head, using only canon, canon-implied or almost-canon ships:

Ghastly/Tanith (~350 year age difference)

Tanith/Sanguine (~250+ year age difference)

Tanith/Saracen (~350 year age difference)

Caisson/Solace (~250 year age difference)

China/Gordon (~400 year age difference)

Kierre/Temper (~500+ year age difference)

If you include fan ships, there's also things like Mevolent/Serpine or my Mevolent/Vile, which are both ~600 year minimum age gaps based on the timeline, or Valdug (and its variations) which is ~400 years.

Now, whether you consider this kind of rep positive or negative is up to you, but it’s there.

MENTAL ILLNESS REP: more like "Which characters in this series don't have a mental illness or a personality disorder?" I have some of these issues, but not all of them, so this is just how I read it, but:

ADHD: Skulduggery

Dissociative Identity Disorder: Skulduggery & Vile

Dissociation: Skulduggery again, most notably in DD and DB

Schizophrenia (or similar): Valkyrie & Darquesse, Valkyrie "seeing" Darquesse's ghost thing in Phase Two

Impostor Syndrome: Reflectionie

Autism: Clarabelle

Trauma/PTSD/CPTSD: Skulduggery, Valkyrie, China, Ghastly, Erskine...pretty much everyone has a believable, understandable, morally grey trauma response in this series. People struggling with trauma are spoilt for choice of characters to see themselves in.

TRAUMA REP: This series is a trauma conga line, but everyone has a believable, understandable, morally grey trauma response in this series. I see little bits of myself in more than one Phase One character.

Childhood Abuse (of varying degrees & types): Skulduggery, Carol & Crystal, Omen, Fletcher, Ghastly, China, Bliss, Sanguine...

Estranged Family: Skulduggery abandoning his crest, Fergus & Gordon, China & Bliss

Bad Romantic Relationship: Skulduggery is also very clearly an abuse victim. He’s got a solid history of romantic attachments to women who manipulate, use and gaslight him for their own agendas. There's a whole paragraph in SPX about how Abyssinia broke him down, isolated him from his friends and preyed on his desperate need to be loved, all classic abuse tactics.

And I’m personally a huge fan of this backstory for two reasons:

1) Society likes a plucky victim in media. The "My suffering made me stronger" type of victim. And it's not always like that in real life. Not all survivors come out of their abuse stronger or kinder or more understanding. Some of us come out cold and fucked up. Some of us end up as emotionally stunted, bloodied-nails-and-bared-teeth survivors, broken in ways that can't be fixed and sustained by enough rage to power a small sun. But society doesn't like to tell the story of that kind of survivor, because we're not usually a likeable protagonist. When we're shown in media, we're usually the sympathetic villain, or maybe the antihero. But Skug is someone who's done awful things and lost pretty much all his faith in humanity and been burned more times than he can count, and he still makes the conscious choice to try and be the good guy when he could so easily go Evil Supervillain on the world, and I don't know about any of y'all, but I've modelled myself on him in that. I've made the choice to do something good when all I really want to do is just become a horrible, shrivelled ball of nastiness and revenge. And that's because I saw him do it and realised that I could do that too.

Skug is an incredibly capable, strong, masculine Man's Man. He gets in fights all the time, and he usually wins. He's military, an industry that's Really Bad for stigmatizing weakness and mental illness, and he's right up at the top of the hierarchy. Almost everyone is afraid of him. He's a straight up cold-blooded killer. Skulduggery Pleasant is precisely the type of person who's not normally portrayed as a victim of anything. Nothing about him screams "victim" at all. But his abuse history is insidious. He's so conditioned to respond in a certain way to abuse from the women in his life, probably from a very young age, that despite all that strength and capability and stubbornness and ego, he just goes along with it. And it's an established pattern going back hundreds of years. He keeps going back to China, even though he knows she's bad for him and his friends keep telling him to stay away from her. Abyssinia latched onto him when he was traumatized and vulnerable and weaponized it against him to make him easier to control - and when she reappears, hundreds of years later, she jumps straight back into using, tmanipulating and gaslighting him and not only does he let her, he doesn't even seem to realise that behaviour is abusive. He thinks it's normal! That's how he's always been treated by his long-term girlfriends, with the notable exception of Wifey. Even when Val is being fucking nasty to him in the first couple books of Phase Two, sniping and lying and blaming him for everything under the sun, he just takes it. There's no attempt to tell her she's being unreasonable, no telling her to fuck right off and give her head a wobble, no defending himself even when she's bitching over something that isn't even his doing. And this is a man who has an absolutely gleaming steel spine the rest of the time; Skug has no problem saying no to anybody else, but he can't get past the way he's been taught to treat the important ladies in his life. Skug is a walking reminder that anyone can be a victim of abuse, even the ones who seem least likely to be susceptible.

GENDER REP: This one is the most iffy out of the bunch and definitely was not done very well in the eyes of the people who matter most, but I'll include it anyway because it mattered to some.

So there's Nye, who's...agender? Genderless? And uses "it" pronouns? Nye was generally considered horrible rep because it's also a war criminal and experiments on people and I've seen people say "Well I don't want to be seen like that" but? It's still possible to be a war criminal and also genderless. I never saw the two things as being related or relevant to each other.

There's also Mantis, who's in exactly the same gender/pronouns boat as Nye and always seems to be forgotten about, which sucks because Mantis is a war hero. It fought for the Sanctuary during the War and they never lost a battle when it was in command. It's called out of retirement to fight for the Supreme Council in LSODM, ends up fighting alongside Skulduggery during the Battle of Roarhaven, and ultimately dies attempting a very brave, very risky strategy. Mantis is, unreservedly, one of the good guys. It was also my introduction to sentient beings using "it" pronouns, and did it in a way that felt natural, so when I met my first person online who used "it" pronouns and hated to be referred to as he/she, it was...weird, but not as weird as it would otherwise have been, because I was like, "Oh yeah, like the Crenga. Okay."

And then there's the Scapegrace sex change plotline, which...I might have an unpopular opinion on this one. From what I’ve seen, trans people don’t seem to think was handled well or with any sensitivity at all. I’m not trans, so if the trans community says he was being offensive to them, I’m not going to claim otherwise. But...I first read the Scapegrace plotline as a young teenager in a tiny rural school with zero diversity, going through a period of being deeply confused about my own gender identity. He was more or less my first introduction to the idea that genitals =/= gender. I was relieved, at that point in my life, to read someone having a lot of the same thoughts I was having about being in the wrong body. So while it may have been badly done and yeah, the series would probably have been better without it, it did make at least one kid suspecting she might not be cis go “Huh! So there are other people who feel like this.”

Thrasher is also implied to be legitimately trans/gender-questioning, and that's not played for laughs either.

So? Phase One, while it absolutely had faults and issues and things that were just "Oh god why", was actually full of rep, at least compared to the other series that I read as a child/teen. But? As soon as Dirty Laundry started trying to be woke? He fucking sucks ass at it. Aside from confirming Phase One's hints that Skug has a background of abusive relationships, every single attempt at shoehorning rep into Phase Two is Bad.

The painfully OOC, forced, badly-written awkwardness of Val suddenly being rabidly horny for women out of fucking nowhere. The stilted, forced cringiness between her and any of the women she's flirted with - contrast that with Sorrowscorn's interactions, full of natural chemistry that had us all like 👀 I mean, I never shipped Val/Melancholia, but I could always see why people did - they had miles more chemistry than Val/anyone in Phase Two.

The fucking mess that is v*litsa, because if someone says "I'm really not interested in friendships/relationships right now", clearly the route to true love is to bulldoze their boundaries and forcibly insert yourself into their life and proceed to treat them like a delicate soft uwu flower, completely ignoring the horrible things they've done, while gleefully damning their best friend as an irredeemable monster for the exact same things, which is. You know. Gonna affect your so-called love's self-confidence and self-esteem because she knows she's no different to him. Y'all know I love an angsty ship, an unhealthy ship, a ship with fucked power dynamics, but I literally cannot roll my eyes any further back in my head at this shit. I never read Demon Road, but from what I've heard from friends who did, it does seem like every time Laundry tries to write an f/f ship, he comes up with a cringey abusive/manipulative caricature and tries to call it rep, and he needs to Stop.

Val's Mental IllnessTM arc. It's funny how he wrote Skulduggery as a wonderfully complex character with deep-rooted psychological damage and long-lasting trauma, but believes he wrote a character with "no feelings" - but when he tries to delve into the damage the world of magic has done to Val, he turned her into a weak, whiny drug addict who treats everyone around her like garbage and is so selfish and dislikeable that I? Honestly can't even reconcile Phase Two val with Phase One val. They're two completely different people. He's shown on Twitter that he doesn't have any respect for mentally ill people, and it shows. Other mentally ill people might see it differently, but the whole thing just makes me go "yikes".

Never, who has no personality outside of being genderfluid, and whose pronouns make no sense. I'm sorry, I have never met an nb person who insists that you change from male to female pronouns multiple times in a sentence, every time you refer to them. It's confusing as fuck. Now I have been told that Never has apparently received some character development in the last couple books, and if so, fair play, but I quit reading after Midnight, and Never and the rest of the personality-less new characters introduced in Phase Two who just seemed to be 2D Stereotypes to snag Woke Points were a big part of why, so. Development too late, I'm afraid.

(Now, if anyone is looking for a well-written genderfluid character, I recommend the Tawny Man trilogy by Robin Hobb. I have a lot of issues with her as a writer, and unfortunately I hate her POV character which puts me off the series as a whole, but she wrote the Fool/Amber/Lord Golden and their gender identity/approach to sexuality with so much more respect and realism. That is the kind of rep nb people should be getting: 3D, complex, realistic characters whose gender is only a tiny fragment of their personality, not the be-all-and-end-all of their existence. You know. Like cis people get. Nobody wants to be represented by a 2D cardboard cutout stereotype.)

Anyway idk how much sense this makes it just really amuses me that Laundry would include all this rep completely unintentionally and then go on Twitter and remind us all that actually he's a massive asshole via insensitive/offensive tweets about the groups he'd actually done a fair job of including (i.e. Skulduggery has no feelings, mentally ill people should find another series to read, the bullshit about Val being "heteromantic bisexual" on Twitter and then spouting all the "the woman she loved uwu" shit in the books (proving he has no idea what he's talking about), eVeRyOnE iS bI eVeNtUaLlY. He can only write half-decent rep when he's not trying and he inevitably outs himself as having a really shitty attitude towards those people anyway, proving that ultimately it's all either unintentional rep or performative wokeness.

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thelordofdarkreunion · 4 years ago

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Magnificent Scoundrels- Let Us Begin

Here we go! The first meeting! If you have any confusion or want any clarification, feel free to ask. If you have any requests, comments, concerns, questions, or criticisms, feel free to tell me those as well. Enjoy the story!

“There’s no way that this is gonna end well.”

“Really? You think? Governments from nine different separate realities, crossing every political spectrum imaginable, from theocratic xenophobes to neo-socialist utopians to democratic federalists and everything in between meeting in the same space with a ton of guns? What are you talking about? There’s no way this could end poorly!”

“Are we ready to go?” The cameraman gave a thumbs up. The news anchor smoothed a back mop that was probably more gel than hair at this point. “And here we are, outside the beautiful Citadel Tower, where the governments of the nine new galaxies are meeting for the first time! We already covered their arrival on the station, and what an arrival it was!” he continued with intense fake-cheerfulness. “Now, they are meeting to discuss policy and open diplomatic negotiations. And while we aren’t allowed inside, I’m sure it would be a sight to behold!”

Well this is certainly a sight to behold, thought Commander John Shepard to himself. Not necessarily a good one, but a sight to behold nevertheless. The meeting had started out well enough. The various governments had filed in accordingly, filling the enlarged space completely. He had been shocked at the sheer amount of different factions and races; there were over a hundred by his last count. Governments he worked for, governments he knew of, governments he didn’t, governments that he had been told to keep an eye out for: everyone was here. Dear lord.

They all had their own bodyguards, of course, so the Council had ordered the Spectres all back to the Citadel. Most of them, Shepard included, were now standing watch over the meeting. Guns were out, ready to fire if something should happen. The bodyguards were all tense, accustomed to being watched by professionals. Well, most of them. The mercenary Pilots hired by the Frontier Militia and the IMC looked relaxed enough, as did Drake. The Galactic Empire’s Death Troopers were completely unreadable. And the Imperium’s Tempestus Scions? They seemed to be lining up firing solutions, eager to kill a room full of heretics and xenos on the drop of a hat. Bloody great.

The meeting had started off as well as could be expected. The Council had opened with a greeting, welcoming everyone to the Citadel in the name of peace and cooperation. Most of the governments had responded in kind. Shepard had to admire the Imperium, who had given a rather weak and sickly greeting, then settled back to give death glares at everyone else. At least they were honest, for the most part. (Or maybe not. He still didn’t know what was on board their ship.)

It had steadily gone downhill from there. The United Federation of Planets had objected to most everyone else's governing practices, especially the exclusion of other species. The Galactic Assembly had pointed out that they let everyone join, no strings attached, and the Federation had conceded the point. The IMC and Militia had objected, stating that there simply weren’t any aliens in their galaxy, otherwise they would let them join. The Imperium had taken offense to this, stating that if a galaxy was ruled by humanity, there should be no reason to give it away to filthy xenos.

The Nova Empire diplomats and Asari Councillor snapped back that their governments were older than humanity itself, and much more advanced, so show some respect. The “sit down and let your betters talk” was left implied. The Imperium had pointed out that they were ten thousand years old and ruled the galaxy with a fist of iron, and had actually told their detractors to shut up and sit down. Adam Vir had interrupted with an utterly magnificent speech preaching the benefits of tolerance and cooperation. That bought some respite… at least until the New Republic pointed out that since the entire delegation of the Galactic Empire was made up of war criminals, shouldn’t there be some restrictions on them? The Militia had quickly followed suit, saying that they would not deal with the entirely criminal Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation. At that point, all semblance of order had broken down.

Currently, it was a scene of complete chaos. The Imperium of Man was alternating between very pointedly not speaking to any non-human diplomats and screaming at the non-human diplomats about the honourless nature of aliens. The Militia and IMC were yelling at each other about territory disputes and war crimes, and threatening to air out each other’s dirty laundry while Cooper and the 6-4 bodyguards of the Militia talked in underhanded tones to Kuben Blisk, leader of the IMC’s bodyguard detachment. Why that was happening, Shepard had absolutely no idea. Cooper and Blisk seemed to have some sort of history, and the 6-4 seemed nice enough.

Thomas Drake and the Merchant’s Guild were presently sitting back with shit-eating grins on their faces, probably wondering how much money they could make if they sold weapons to everyone there. Getting involved was bad for business.

The New Republic was relatively calm, any of their diplomats who seemed to be ready to start something being stared down by Leia Organa, their de-facto leader. Luke Skywalker sat nearby, looking alternatively amused at the chaos and annoyed at everyone’s incompetence.

Their opposite number, the Galactic Empire, was one of the calmest groups present. Several of the obviously military members of that delegation were itching to join in the conversation, nodding along with the Imperium of Man’s points. However, every time one of them seemed to be on the verge of speaking up, their leader, a neatly uniformed blue-skinned man (Grand Admiral Thrawn, if Shepard remembered correctly) glared down at them with such intensity that they meekly went back to their seats. At least someone had control of what they were doing.

The United Federation of Planets seemed to be split evenly into two groups. One was arguing constantly with everyone, pointing out with shocked voices all the horrible things each group had done. They wore the faces of people who believed that they were completely morally superior in every respect, and having groups whose idea of a good government was “if they’re different, they’re inferior” did not resonate well with them. The second group was made up of Kirk and several of the more level headed individuals trying to keep the peace. They had just convinced the first sub-faction not to bring up the subject of xenophilia; if they had, Shepard was almost certain that a war would have started. So thank whatever gods are up there that Kirk can read a room.

The galactic Assembly was presently fractionated and trying to argue with just about every group present, including themselves, simultaneously. Adam Vir sat with his head in his hands, hopeless expression on his face. At least he tried, though Shepard, unlike literally every other person here.

The UNSC delegation looked lost, clearly seeming to think that the human supremacists had a point but realizing that it would be politically unwise to say anything. Master Chief stood behind them, gold visor as expressionless as ever. In fact, if Shepard did not know for a fact there was a man inside that suit, he might have mistaken the Chief for a particular large and detailed green statue.

And his own government? The Citadel Council? The Turian representative was vehemently arguing with Anderson over the issue of human military supremacy and treaty violations while the Asari and Salarian Councillors shouted at everyone present, including each other.

Quill and his crew were seated in between the human diplomats from his galaxy and those of the Nova Empire, and kept trying to make probably snide and inappropriate comments every time someone said something, only to be slapped down by an annoyed Gammora. Vir actually mouthed ‘help’ in Shepard’s direction, as if he could do anything about this.

Utter madness. Fun times.

It was around the point where people began going towards the extremely hot topic of A.I. legality when Shepard noticed something out of the corner of his eye. One of the Spectres, guiding a group of armed figures in black body armor and full face masks into the room. He looked closer. The Spectres weren’t supposed to leave their posts unless it was for a very good reason. What the… The black armored soldiers stepped into the middle of the room, and in one fluid motion, drew their weapons from their hips, each aiming at a different delegation box, ready to fire… and were promptly turned into red paste from at least twenty different points.

Every diplomat in the room stopped what they were doing, looks of utter shock plastered on their faces. It was quiet for one single, eternal moment, then everyone began shouting at once. The bodyguards still had their weapons raised, ready to open fire on command.

“What is this? You had us come to kill us?”

“Treachery!”

“You obviously paid them off! No one except you would do this!”

“How did this happen? How did they get in here?”

“Inside help! Who did this?” Aw, shit. Guns were at the ready, various guardians and even some of the diplomats squaring off against each other.

“Whoh, hey!” A singular voice called above the din, startling everyone. Thomas Drake, black coat billowing, hands raised placatingly, addressed the various stunned and still twitchy diplomats. “Calm down, everyone. If any of you decides to do something stupid, we all lose.” At least that had bought a little time. “Now, if any of you actually noticed before you started to jump to conclusions, there was at least one assassin aiming at everyone present. They were planning on killing everyone here. I know quite a few of you present, and I know for a fact that none of you had anything like this planned.” A few more bodyguards lowered their weapons. “The question is, who did this, and why?” Some of the diplomats nodded along with him. Shepard saw Vir and Quill moving towards his position for a better vantage point. But before anyone could say anything, the console of the Council started rapidly beeping. Tevos answered it with alacrity.

“Yes?”

“Councillor! The Citadel is under attack! We have unknown and armed hostiles in the open! There’s some sort of fleet coming, too!”

“Great,” muttered Shepard. But before anyone could react to this new information, the message abruptly cut off, along with most of the power save the lighting.

“Double great,” muttered Vir, as he slid into position next to him.

And here. We. Go.

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astarryon · 7 years ago

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Just Drive!

Pairings: Peter Parker x High school!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: In which Peter Parker, a boy you’ve literally gone to school with for nine years, apparently thinks you don’t possess basic logic.

A/N: Okay, so this one was actually such a joy to write! As someone who recently graduated high school, I guess you could say this was a bit of a love letter to senior prom, which was arguably one of the best nights of my life to date. Plus, Peter Parker is an adorable boy and everything about him just demanded a fluffy one shot. I’m not very used to writing stories that aren’t about Bucky, but I’m super happy with how this one came out! I hope you enjoy, and if there are any questions or comments, feel free to shoot them my way!

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Realistically, Peter knew there was a first time for everything. It was just how the world worked. Humans made contact with the moon for the first time in the 1960s — unless you believed that the moon landing was an inside job, which Peter wholeheartedly did. Beyoncé had been the first black woman to headline Coachella, which Peter knew because MJ had insisted he and Ned stay the night at her house so that the three of them could have a viewing party of the livestream. Peter had complained at first, but had quickly found that there was a reason people referred to Beyoncé as a queen, and had promptly downloaded her three most recent albums. Aunt May kept talking about how Peter was shortly going to become her first kid to graduate from high school, and Peter never did have the heart to point out that he was her only kid. The big smile she got whenever she brought it up was enough to make Peter let the technicality slide.

So, yeah, Peter was pretty familiar with the fact of firsts.

The one first he hadn’t expected to come to pass, though, was running out of his web fluid while being actively pursued. Peter knew his supply had been running low, but he could’ve sworn that he had at least a week’s worth left. Earlier that morning he might have been willing to bet money on it, even.

He’d found out the hard way that he had been horribly wrong.

Saturday mornings were free range crime fighting days. Mr. Stark had told Peter that if he could commit to going to school and keeping his grades up, then the weekends were his to fight crime with as he pleased, and so Peter had agreed. His GPA was up, much to May’s delight, and petty crimes were down, much to Peter’s satisfaction. Spiderman was now getting as much media love as Captain America — before Steve had become a war criminal, that is.

He’d been out in the mid morning sun, creeping around the rooftops of Queens and surveying the scenes below. Nothing much was out of the ordinary as far as he had noticed, and so Peter was free to bask in the sun, its rays shining down on his suit and lending him a pleasant sense of warmth. If it stayed slow like this, breakfast might be his next pursuit. Peter had been awful about eating in the mornings lately, and today he was particularly hungry. Crepes sounded good; he could really go for a crepe, in fact.

“Hey, Karen?” he inquired, dragging out the ‘a’ in the AI’s name. Absentmindedly, he used a foot to kick rubble from the edge of the rooftop, watching as it hurtled towards the ground.

“Yes, Peter?”

“Can you tell me if there are any restaurants that sell crepes around here? Or maybe—“

“Hey, stop!” a high pitched voice called from the streets below. Searching for the source of the distress, Peter scanned around until he saw the form of a white haired, elderly woman. “Someone help! That man took my purse!”

“Okay, scratch that, Karen,” Peter corrected, already flinging himself over the ledge of the building. His left arm extended, shooting webs out and lifting him through the air as he pursued the man running down the street. Peter was thankful for the action on what was otherwise a horribly slow day, but the motive of the crimes never failed to baffle him. Stealing from an old woman? Seriously? Some people had zero boundaries.

He made quick work of stopping him, allowing his body to arc through the air and crash down on the offender, Peter’s momentum sending the both of them tumbling over the rubble. Peter’s suit, thankfully, protected him from the scratches and bruises which might have resulted, ultimately saving him from the freak out May would’ve had once she caught sight of them. The guy Peter had taken down, however, hadn’t had the luxury of a full body suit made of Stark tech, and so he was bound to be a bit more... irate. Peter wasn’t about to concern himself with that, though. He’d be out of here in thirty seconds or less.

“I’ll take that,” he told the guy, yanking the woman’s purse from the man’s hands. “You know, I’m willing to bet your mother wouldn’t be very proud to know you’re stealing from old ladies.”

“I’ll kill you, you fucking son of a bitch,” the guy hissed, trying to reclaim the breath that the impact of Peter’s body had knocked from his chest.

“Mouthy,” Peter taunted, letting out a low whistle. He used his web shooters to send the purse flying backwards, attaching it to the brick wall which was just beside the woman, failing to notice the stringy quality of the substance which was indicative of the fact that he was running on reserves. Peter raised his hand in a farewell wave as the old lady called out her thanks. “Sorry to say you aren’t gonna get the chance, bud,” he aimed back at the criminal. Then, raising his hand to the sky, Peter directed his wrist toward a tall building and fired his webs.

Six feet of silk released before detaching from Peter’s suit and falling to the ground like a cut ribbon.

“Uh,” Peter started, ignoring the sense of panic in his chest. No need to freak out yet, right? This could totally just be some weird fluke. “Karen? Can you switch my web shooter setting to normal? Kind of have places to be that don’t involve salty criminals.”

“Web shooter liquid has been depleted, Peter,” Karen informed him. “No webs can be formed without an immediate refill.”

Okay. So maybe he was a little justified in freaking out.

“Why didn’t you tell me how low I was?” Peter demanded, slowly backing away from where the purse snatcher was now beginning to stand. The guy was eyeing Peter like he was an easy target — which he kind of was, thanks to the loss of his main mode of transportation.

“I did recommend you switch canisters this morning.”

“Karen, can you do me a favor and not sound so smug right now?”

The purse snatcher lunged at Peter, narrowly missing, and Peter broke into a full on sprint, pushing the guy as he ran passed him and surveying the area, looking for an out. The street wasn’t overly busy for a Saturday morning. In fact, there were only a few other people out to witness the current spectacle, but that did nothing to reassure Peter. The guy chasing after him had been willing to rob an old lady in broad daylight; god only knew what he was capable of doing to a teenager in a superhero suit.

Peter wasn’t much for swearing, but this was an absolute bitch of a bad situation to be in.

“Shall I alert Mr. Stark to the trouble?” Karen asked, pulling Tony’s contact information into the corner of Peter’s field of view.

“Absolutely not!” he screeched, turning to look over his shoulder for a moment. The man was still in hot pursuit, seeming to barely be out of breath. Determined, wasn’t he? “Just... let me think for a sec!”

He couldn’t keep running like this. His lungs already felt like they were burning, and Peter had never been much for long distances anyway. His web shooters were out of fluid, so his normal out wasn’t an option. No way would he be able to match up with this guy in a fist fight at the moment, not with how scattered his brain was with adrenaline. So what could he do? What could he come up with that wasn’t going to get him murdered?

Mercifully, the answer appeared just a few feet ahead of him in the form of a light blue Prius, parking by the curb at the end of the street.

—

“So can you come dress shopping with us today?” Davina asked you, her voice filtering through the speakers in your car. You thought on the question, debating as you made a smooth right turn onto the next street. “Or would it be better for us to wait until this weekend so we can all go together?”

“Honestly D, I’m not even sure I want to go,” you admitted. Prom was cool and all, and you loved watching your classmates and friends make fools of themselves on the dance floor, but you just weren’t feeling it this year. Which was a damn shame, considering the theme was particularly kick ass and all your friends who had graduated the year previous had taken to social media to express their discontent with their senior prom theme in comparison. “You know I’m all for partying, but I just... I don’t know. It’s in a week and a half and I haven’t even bought my ticket.”

Davina wasn’t exactly the correct person to say this to. You may have liked school dances and football games, but Davina loved them. They were essentially your best friend’s way of life, given she was president of the school spirit committee. She set up the decorations, coordinated fundraisers, and essentially worked her ass off in order to give everyone an amazing senior year. You admired her for her ambitions and her will to provide a great experience for everyone, and you were curious as to where the drive for it all came from.

“Y/n, seriously? I’ve been reminding you every day for like a month! It’s not because you don’t have a date, is it?”

You rolled your eyes, thankful she wasn’t present to see. “No, Davina, I just—“

“Because you know you could ask anyone you wanted and they would probably say yes, right? You’re a fucking catch.”

“That’s what you keep saying,” you sighed. Swinging a left, you drove to the end of the street and parked, trying to figure out the best way to tell your friend that you really just weren’t feeling prom this year. Maybe it was a subject saved for another day. “Listen, D, I have to go inside and get to my dentist appointment, okay? I’ll text you after and let you know about dress shopping for sure.”

Moot point; you knew she wasn’t going to take you bailing out of prom for an answer.

Davina said goodbye and you hung up the phone, twisting your keys in the ignition so that the car turned off and unbuckling your seatbelt. It was such a beautiful morning, sunlight streaming through the windows of your car. Shame that you had to spend the best parts of it in a dentist chair; by the time you finished, the streets were sure to be filled with families and laughing children, adding a noisier element to the otherwise peaceful part of town.

Just as you had twisted to open your door and exit the car, your passenger side door was thrown open and slammed shut in under a second, a body wrapped in red and blue having been deposited into your passenger seat. For a moment you said nothing, looking up and taking a second to process the person beside you, the insect like eyes of their mask staring right back at you.

And then you screamed. Loud.

“Look, I’m really sorry,” their voice filtered through the mask, slightly high pitched and out of breath. He reached across you as he spoke, pulling your keys from your fist and inserting them into the ignition before harshly starting your car. The engine sputtered to life, the familiar hum of your vehicle now present beneath your legs. “But this is an emergency and I don’t have a lot of time to explain, so just drive, okay?”

You continued to stare and couldn’t form words, opting to just scream again. Normally you weren’t so jumpy and scatterbrained, but what could be expected of you in this moment? Somebody dressed as Spiderman was essentially carjacking you.

They placed a hand on your shoulder, shaking you hard. “Y/n! Fucking drive, okay? Drive!” That last exclamation was punctuated by someone slamming their body into the passenger door of your car. From what you could see of the offender, they were a large, middle aged man, and they possessed the unmistakable light of malice in their eyes. Your fight or flight response kicked into overdrive, and without even really being conscious of your actions, you reached down to shift your car into drive, stomping on the gas pedal and shooting your car forward, tires squealing against the pavement as you peeled out of your parking spot.

Okay. So, no dentist appointment for you today after all.

Fake Spiderman owed you a teeth cleaning appointment.

“Thank you,” he sighed, his masked head leaning back and hitting the head rest in relief. You couldn’t see his facial expression, but you imagined it was reflective of his voice. “Man, that guy was not happy with me.”

“Wait a second,” you started, trying to stare at the man — the boy — beside you while simultaneously keeping an eye on the road, still totally unwilling to stop the car lest that man catch up with you guys. That voice. You knew that voice, had heard it a million times in AP US History. “Fucking— Peter Parker? What the fuck are you doing running around Queens in a shitty Party City Halloween costume?”

Though his face was obscured, it was easy to picture the look of offense present there. “Okay, you don’t have to be mean, alright? Mr. Stark spent a lot of time making—“ He cut himself off in a panic. “Wait, how do you know who I am? I thought—“ Once again, he cut himself off. This time around, he attempted to deepen the tenor of his voice. “I mean... who, who’s Peter Parker? I don’t know a Peter Parker.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you threw at him, the right turn you made a little harsher than expected. Thank god the streets weren’t busy this morning. “You called me by my name and we’ve literally been going to school together since we were eight. You really think I’m not gonna recognize your voice just because you’re wearing a shitty mask?”

“It’s not shitty!” he insisted, reaching up to pull the mask from his head in order to shoot you a dirty look. You recognized the kind, brown eyes which peered at you, the messy hair which was usually a little more styled. His cheeks were flushed, a testament to how out of breath he had been before jumping into your car. “This whole suit is made of Stark tech! It’s, like, the smart phone of super suits. I really am Spiderman!”

“Whatever you say, Peter Parker,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes and focusing back on the road. Davina would flip if she knew what was happening right now; not because Peter himself was in your car, but just because Peter was in your car and happened to be a guy. “If you’re really Spiderman then prove it. Show me those web things you use to get around town.”

Peter’s cheeks suddenly flushed even redder, and you were slightly taken aback with how cute the sight was. “I’m kind of out of those right now. It’s why, uh, it’s why I had to ask you for a ride.”

“A likely story,” you scoffed, unable to help the tiny smile which resulted. Practically nine years of school together and Peter Parker remained the same sweet, shy boy as always. “And this is more along the lines of kidnapping, if anything.”

“It was an emergency,” Peter defended himself, directing his gaze over his shoulder. You knew he was looking for the guy he’d been running from, and you also knew that he wouldn’t find him; you’d turned far too many corners for the guy to have kept up at this point, unless he had super speed abilities. Once he was satisfied with what he saw, Peter turned back to you, offering a smile which made him look like a happy puppy. “Um, so... how’d you do on that history exam last week?”

You couldn’t help the laugh which escaped you, allowing it to roll through your chest. This whole situation was just so comical. The craziest thing was, you were pretty sure you’d had weirder experiences with Peter Parker. “Got a solid C, dude. Swanson’s a bitch when it comes to grading. I swear I never get anything over an 85 on his assignments.”

“Oh,” Peter responded, reaching a hand up to scratch at his neck. “Well I could tutor you, if you ever wanted. I know we only have a few more months left in the year, but finals are gonna come up pretty quick.”

“I might actually take you up on that,” you told him, shrugging a shoulder to yourself. It was no secret that Peter was smart. He was just shy of having top grades of the senior class, second only to Michelle Jones. “So...” Why was it so hard to find topics to converse about while you drove? Was it because you hadn’t been expecting company? Was it because your fight or flight response was still acting up? Was it because you hadn’t had a real conversation with Peter in a couple of months, now? Your previous conversation with Davina echoed in your mind, giving you the perfect topic to fill the silence. “You, um, you excited for prom?”

Surprisingly, Peter’s face became indifferent, and he used a blue and red shrouded hand to rake through his hair. “As much as anyone else, I guess. I’m kind of thinking about not going, but May would throw the biggest fit if I skipped out on senior prom. She says making memories is real important, or whatever.”

Huh. You’d been told the same thing by Davina a little over a million times.

“Well, you could ask someone,” you suggested, internally rolling your eyes at yourself. Hadn’t that been what your best friend had suggested to you? And hadn’t you wanted to make it clear to her that a date wasn’t going to make you want to go to prom any more than you already did? “You’re really good friends with Michelle, right? She’d probably say yes if you asked her to go as friends or something.” You’d seen the two of them around in the hallways plenty of times, always tipping their heads together like fiends toiling away at some master plan.

“Nah,” Peter responded, “Ned asked MJ forever ago. Some kind of pact the two of them have. I’d just be third wheeling it if I did end up going. Prom’s in a week and a half, and pretty much everyone has a date by now.”

You laughed to yourself, shaking your head and guiding your car back onto the main road. Not that you had realized it previously, but this was the route to Peter’s house; you must’ve started on it once you’d realized who had dive bombed your car. “Not everyone, Peter Parker.”

He gave you a strange look, arching a brow up out of curiosity. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“What, your name?”

“My full name,” he pointed out. “That’s like the third time you’ve called me Peter Parker.”

You shrugged, not having realized what you had been doing but unwilling to admit this to Peter’s face. Not that he could judge much; he was the one running around in a fake Spiderman costume, after all. “Keeps you on your toes, I guess.”

“Sure,” he laughed. “And did you say that you didn’t have a date to prom yet?”

“Not in so many words,” you told him. “But, uh, yeah. No date for me. I’m not really sure I’m going to prom either.” And somehow? Admitting this to Peter didn’t automatically make you feel embarrassed, as it had when you’d dared to speak the same words to Davina. When had Peter become such an easy person to talk to?

Peter only smiled, suddenly and pointedly gazing out the passenger window. “Weird. I figured Flash would have talked your ear off asking you to go with him.”

You were unable to help the snort Peter’s words dragged out of you. “As if. Flash is sweet, I guess, but he’s... not really my type.”

“And, just out of curiosity,” Peter mused, seeming to have found the courage to look back at you. Same goofy smile as always; charming, really. Had been since the third grade. “What exactly is your type?”

You blinked a couple times, trying to contain your amusement. “I’m sorry, but if you’re trying to make a pass at me, you might wanna wait until you’re not sitting in my car wearing a Halloween costume.”

“This is a real— you know what? Forget it.” For a moment you were worried you had offended him, but a sideways glance told you Peter’s mind seemed to be working a mile a minute. He looked amused, looked like he had a secret he wanted to tell you but wasn’t sure if he should. Eventually he let it go, glancing at you and making your heart flutter a bit in your chest before gesturing to the windshield. “Next street’s mine, in case you didn’t remember. Just, be careful when you make the turn; there’s roadwork ahead.”

And before you could even use common sense to stop yourself, you were already saying, “Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does.”

This reference won you a hearty laugh, one which seemed impossibly too big to have come from the slight boy beside you. “Amazing,” he breathed in between fits of laughter. Funny; Peter laughed like you were the funniest person in the entire world, though he was sure to have head the reference a million times before. “You’re amazing.”

“And you’re just saying that,” you told him, pulling up to the curb outside his apartment building. You put your car in park, twisting your keys in the ignition and looking over to Peter once you were no longer obligated to be conscious of your surroundings. “If I ask why that guy was chasing you through the streets, are you gonna tell me the truth?”

He shrugged a shoulder, toying with his mask down in his lap. Was it just you, or did Peter seem a little more nervous now that he had your full attention? “I was stopping him from robbing an old lady. He tried to steal her purse, and I made sure that didn’t happen. Because I’m—“

“Spiderman, right, got it.” If Peter wanted to stick with his story, you supposed it was all you could do to play along. “Whatever you say.”

“You don’t wanna believe me, that’s fine,” Peter offered. “Keeps my secret identity protected anyway. God knows I do not need Mr. Stark breathing down my neck about endangering civilians.” He paused for a few minutes, unsure of what to say next, and he still wouldn’t look at you directly. You weren’t exactly naive as to why; you were pretty, and Peter thought so. It wasn’t you being vain, it was just a fact. The blush on his cheeks was the same one that appeared each time he glanced your way in class, each time he supplied you with a pencil to borrow. “Anyways, thanks for helping me out back there. Don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been around to save my ass.”

You shook your head and shrugged a shoulder. “Only cost me a dentist appointment, so no sweat. I’m sure you’ll figure out some way to make it up to me.”

Peter gave you a nod, and another nervous laugh. “Yeah, that, um... yeah. I’ll think of something. So, uh, I’ll— I’ll see you in Swanson’s class?”

“See you in Swanson’s, Peter Parker,” you affirmed. You stared after him as he gave you a wave, then climbed out of your car, carefully closing your passenger door behind him and making his way towards the door of his apartment building.

Just as you were about to turn your car back on, your phone buzzed with a text message alert. Leaning down to pick it up, you saw Davina’s name appear on the screen. You could’ve sworn you had just hung up the phone on her; had it really already been a half an hour?

So is dress shopping a go, or should Elle and I wait until this weekend for you?

Well...

Peter Parker.

What the hell?

Scrambling to open your door, you did your best to quickly stand, calling out to the boy you’d just said goodbye to. “Hey! Peter Parker!”

Peter whirled around, having just made contact with the door to his building. Abandoning it, he walked a few feet back towards you, just so you the both of you wouldn’t have to yell back and forth quite as much. “Yeah, Y/n?”

You threw your hands up in the air, your smile wide and perhaps a bit flirtatious. “I was dropping all these hints and you were really just gonna take off on me before asking me to prom? Seriously? It’s the least you could do for getting in the way of my dental health, don’t you think?”

For a few minutes, Peter stared at you blankly, seeming genuinely confused. For the second highest grades at Midtown, Peter was just a bit dense, wasn’t he? “Oh, you...” He came closer, until he was stood just a foot or two away. Now you had the chance to take in his entire suit, and while you had originally thought it was a fake... the more you stared at Peter, the realer his suit looked. Well, Spiderman or Fake Spiderman, there would be time to deduce that later. Right now, your priorities were set in a bit of a different motion. “Well, I mean, did you— did you want to go to prom? With me?”

Had you been inclined to go to prom previously? Not really. Now that Peter Parker had quite literally dropped into your car and the possibility of going with a sweet boy stood? Well, now you were a little more interested.

“I would love to,” you told him, smiling knowingly. Was this how flirting worked? Would Peter Parker even know? “You still have my number, right? From that time we did that group project together a few months ago?”

“R-right,” Peter told you, nodding once before smiling widely. “Yeah! So, um. I’ll text you? MJ and Ned were thinking of going out to dinner, so maybe we can all just pick a place together and double date it? Or, if you wanted to go by ourselves we could do that, too? And I don’t, um, I don’t have a car, but I could ask May to borrow hers for the night? I bet she wouldn’t mind, but—“

“We have a week to figure it out,” you laughed, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. His suit definitely didn’t feel as Party City as you thought it would. “But, yeah, going to dinner with Ned and MJ sounds like loads of fun. Saves me from having to deal with Davina’s asshole boyfriend anyway. And we’re, um. I’m about to go dress shopping, so I’ll text you what color I end up picking so you can coordinate, okay?”

Peter’s smile only grew wider and brighter. “That’s great, yeah! So I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around, then? Like... not just in Swanson’s class?”

You nodded, climbing back into your car. “See you around, Peter Parker.” You started the engine, your car humming to life. Peter was still staring at you, seeming absolutely dumbfounded at what had just taken place. Looking at him just then, so excited and unsure, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to roll down your window and say, “And as for the corsage, I like lilies! You forget that and you’ll have to find yourself another date.”

“Noted,” he laughed. He waved again, this time for the last time, and hurried back to his apartment building, slipping through the door and out of your sight. Smiling to yourself and unable to completely comprehend just what this morning had thrown at you, you reached down to grasp your phone, typing out a message to Davina before buckling your seatbelt and driving off and toward the mall.

Looks like I have a date to prom after all. Dress shopping is a go.

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autumnsidhe · 6 years ago

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Answer all the things

D&D Ask Meme

ah fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this.everything’s going under a read more b/c it’s gonna be long as all fuck

2. Your favorite character that someone else has played.ollie……….. little shit idiot i love him? he and james are both anarchist dumbass but in different ways. brothers in arms.

3. Your favorite side quest.oh christ. there’s no real particular side quests but my fave side plot in general is what i’ll summarise as “alora is a rat bastard.”

alora met a hot rich socialite guy who seemed really into her and she decided she was gonna play the long con on him b/c he might be useful

she and james both agreed to side w/ king clockwork, but when the king actually mentioned it alora gave james a Look™ and he was mad as fuck. he’s still kinda mad as fuck

she decided to be pals w/ a main antagonist (gluto) and didn’t tell us until days after it happened that he’d talked to her in his dreams

alora was told to not tell anyone abt the repugnant’s secret organisation. she immediately spilled the info to everyone

she was told to not mention the organisation’s meeting or anything that went on there. she immediately spilled the info to the motley and literally sent us a photo of the repugnant on his throne speaking to everyone

she was told to keep a specific person away from castle repugnant. she let him waltz right up to the castle w/ everyone else and seemed confused when they said he couldn’t go in

she broke into somewhere w/ gluto and then left him in a room full of very important documents b/c she somehow didn’t think taking him there to begin w/ wouldn’t backfire

the last thing james said to her was literally “i take it back, you’re a stupid shit idiot and i hate you”

4. Your current campaign.random sideplots get to go here this time! most of them are james or ollie b/c we interact the most w/ npcs

james and galant romance sideplot and the sheer amount of wild scenes that have happened as a result (the date, le fway showing up, addy’s dating advice, “ollie, you’re pretty ignorant”, “so you killed your boyfriend”)

ash coaches a baseball team

ollie tries to handle pink drugs, fails to provide any evidence that he’s not the cause

alora helps the repugnant, always immediately regrets it b/c he’s a little bastard man

the gang trying to figure out what’s going on w/ the repugnant’s amnesia

james accidentally making friends w/ a black spiral dancer and being heavily in denial abt why cylus probably got so attached to begin w/ (hint: it’s the anarchy and the horrid rebellious streak)

james nearly sides w/ the main antagonist b/c he’s got the right idea but his methods are fucked

ollie goes to fairy prison, makes friends w/ a vampire and some old sidhe, is currently in the middle of trying to break out

5. Favorite NPC.unfortunately it might be cylus? cylus is like 6 levels of batshit at any given moment and was introduced to us as a nameless dangerous prisoner that galant was holding for some sort of treaty? and james and addy were told to not listen to him for any reason and to not let him free. and of course james let him free. he shifted into a giant 9ft-ish tall war form and then james realised he was really in over his head. upside: he went back in his cell afterwards. downside: he got attached to james. also downside: james didn’t actually get warned that he was a dangerous war criminal until after all this went downthen cylus literally showed up in james’ dream to tell him a few things and warn him that he was planning to escape? and there was nothing james could do b/c “i heard it in a dream” isn’t exactly a solid claim esp when he doesn’t have any sort of future sight. and of course cylus broke outthen james ran into him in the dreaming and james was losing his mind the entire time b/c cylus is an absolute freak and james was stuck walking w/ him for like 2 hours. then like an hour after they parted ways james got flung into a ditch on the edge of town (in the real world) and cylus carried an unconscious james like a sack of potatoes into waffle house and just let him sleep on the table for a bit. then like 3 days later cylus broke into his apartment and made him breakfast.and then james got flung out into the middle of nowhere again for reasons and cylus was there and james had the choice of dealing w/ cylus or being horribly lost in the woods so he chose the first one. and he nearly got caught in the middle of a big werewolf fight that cylus orchestrated. and also nearly got caught in some extremely violent family drama.throughout all of this cylus is acting like he’s james’ best friend and last time they spoke cylus really wanted to do buddy cop stuff! they’re pals! totally! and james wants absolutely none of it but he can’t explode on him b/c he’s a skinny little twink and cylus could snap him like a twig w/ no effort

to summarise:

6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc).we actually haven’t had many deaths! the only ones i can think of in game that aren’t random monsters were the old bastard and nor nan, which. were both interesting in their own ways, but nor nan’s was mostly tragic and i don’t wanna get feelsy so i’ll just use the old bastard here.to set the scene: we’re at a fancy party. ash and marike (an npc, he’s an unseelie lord and overall a hell of a time) are off on their own trying to catch chimerical creatures that stole their weapons. marike curbstomps one, meanwhile the other has climbed up onto a curtain rod. the place has really high ceilings. his solution? pick up ash and toss him at the creature. ollie and the old bastard (who owns the house) walk in just as this is happening, and the old bastard sees ash tear down the curtain rod for no damn reason. of course he demands answers. ash tries to bullshit a story abt an entire family of raccoons they were trying to chase outthen the old bastard gets shot in the head. ollie and marike are splattered w/ blood. he hits the ground, ash makes a joke abt “telling his wife the bad news”then he notices his wife is the one who just shot him

7. Your favorite downtime activity.the entire arc’s taken place over the course of 15 days in-game, including downtime. we haven’t had any specific downtime activities per say, but the best moment we’ve had during downtime was when ollie broke into james’ apartment and now he refuses to let ollie anywhere near his apartment complex

8. Your favorite fight/encounter.i’ll stick to generally hostile meetings for this since we’ve only a small handful of solid fights? but it’s either “james nearly dies” or “ollie is a good distraction”

to set the scene for the first one: the hospital chimerically burnt down, so the motley decided to investigate and sneaked in as janitors. james ended up alone down in the morgue after finding a body covered in chimerical burns getting wheeled down there. he checks it out, takes a couple photos on his phone. then the door opens.james starts cleaning and stuff, but it turns out the person who came in (gluto!) was also a changeling and very easily noticed the fact that he’s got really noticeable pointy ears in his fae mien. and of course he starts threatening james. and after he pulls out a massive scythe. james sends everyone an sos but they all get stuck in the elevator. so james pulls a gun in a fucking hospital. and he gets called on the bluff but before he can put it away, in bursts galantgalant starts kicking a bit of ass, and then gluto ripped the (already weak from the fire) chimerical ceiling down on top of them! galant did some shit to lift the rubble off them with little to no effort and james was kinda like “oh no he’s hot” for a second before galant kicked a bit more ass and gluto ran like hell!then he next night galant literally died for james (it’s okay, he got better) and confessed that james is his true love and just. man.

for the second one: there’s 3 assassins after galant. he fucked off to lovescreek in order to avoid them, but when ollie found him, one of the assassins had found him! so ollie joins the fray against this troll (who are like 8′ at the shortest), and after a short bit gluto joined in as well to distract ollie from the main fight! so what did ollie do? start loudly singing “i’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts” for a chicanery bunk to turn galant invisible. and of course both assassins turned on him and he ended up having to run like hell but when he lost them galant reappeared and was like “well that was fun”

9. Your favorite thing about D&D tabletop RPGs.i’ll keep it real, i’ve disliked every dnd system i’ve experimented w/ and i’m not a fan of most fantasy so it’s unlikely i’ll every actually play a proper dnd game but god… tabletop stuff is just so much fun? mostly the story and the fact that joe is absolutely godly

10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most.cylus may be my fav npc but my fav antagonist is definitely king clockwork? ic my very first encounter with him led into him and james talking about their beliefs and ideals for like 2 hours straight and when he was getting ready to leave james was ecstatic that he’d finally met someone who fully understood his mindset. then the bomb dropped that he was the boss of the other antagonists and james was hit w/ this utter horror. and then james considered siding w/ him for a long ass time before eventually trying to kill him to put a stop to everything. yeah. yeahmy fav enemy/antagonist is absolutely gluto b/c he’s creepy as shit. during anyone’s first encounter w/ him i was completely solo and it was horribly unsettling and i simultaneously love and despise him

11. How often do you play and how often would you ideally like to play?we meet once a week! what game we run varies but recently it’s been changeling every week since we’re still waiting on player characters to start hunter the reckoning lmao

12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.we have a bunch of them but uhhhhh random ones off the top of my head

“it’s always sunny in coolville” b/c i realised early on that we were going to be up to a lot of dumb shenanigans and it was easy to make it’s always sunny title cards based on each session

#saveduke b/c there was a whole thing at one point where we had to keep him from getting kidnapped. spun off from that are #SaveDukeFromHimself, #SaveGalantFromJamesStupidity and #SaveDukeAgain?

“appearance 4, captivating” b/c dom said it regularly for multiple sessions until his character dirty danced with a hot guy at a party, after which he decided that alora was a lesbian

“does [insert art] let me throw fireballs?” b/c dom wanting to throw fireballs down the street is a running joke but also he unironically asked if primal 2 would let him throw fireballs

“james got norted” b/c he nearly joined the main antagonist, which devolved into “[insert random character] got norted” at the most random times

james and galant touching tips b/c at one point while they were casually talking ollie just started going 👉👈 in the background and james got really mad and flustered abt it so everyone started doing it

“ultra instinct ash” b/c he’s our shaggy and also has done like fuck all nothing productive in game so him going fucking super saiyan to kill the final boss is hilarious

“i got two hands!” b/c people regularly ask why ollie dual wields broadwords

#OllieOllieOxenFREE b/c ollie got himself sent to fairy jail

“i did [stupid thing], can i buy [half related skill]?” like “i attempted murder, can i get chronos 2?” or “i was an assassin in a past life, can i get melee 3?”

“people, let me tell you bout my best friend!” abt james and cylus b/c boy does james have bad taste in friends

14. Introduce any other parties you have played in or DM-ed.uhhh exalted is the only one i’ve been a part of that’s been solidly active, but we’ve got characters for scion for when 2e drops, and i’ve got characters set up for chaos reigns when joe starts the next arc b/c i didn’t wanna peter parker myself into the finale. i don’t remember the rest of the scion crew well enough but i love them

15. Do you have snacks during game times?we almost always grab food on the way there and eat before we properly start

16. Do you play online or in person? Which do you prefer?in person! it’s the only way i’ve ever done it but i’m 🙏 that maricopa gets running online b/c……….. vampire good………..

17. What are some house rules that your group has?the big house rule for changeling is “ run things fast and loose.” joe knows the characters well and what’s on their sheets so we don’t do too much dice rolling except for arts. joe also takes some artistic liberties w/ some things, mainly wayfare and the inanimae, b/c his main goal is to make a good story and he’s sure as fuck succeeding

18. Does your party keep any pets?do addy and duke count? they’re a white rabbit and a beagle. beyond that, addy’s got pet rabbits, and ollie might be feeding a stray cat

19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions?not really. dom claims that dice rollers hate him but he also keeps using his dice roller rather than pulling out physical dice

20. How did you get into D&D? How long have you been playing?i got into tabletop years ago when harley introduced me to the dystopia rising larp and i decided to check out the tabletop version for more lore. the current tabletop system sucks but onyx path is handling 2e and i’m so hyped for it. at some point a bit later i played vampire the masquerade bloodlines, and it got me into the world of darkness and well. i still love it.as for how long i’ve been playing, uh. around a year i think? i forget when we started exalted the borderlands-ing. i’d been sitting in on the group for around a year before that, mostly getting a feel for things and also we were trying to figure out a good jumping in point for me and i wish i could’ve started earlier but it let me mesh w/ everyone a bit easier and also have an outsider’s viewpoint when it came to certain issues

21. Have you ever regretted something your character has done?oh absolutely, “i fucked up” is the semi-catchphrase for james for a reason. he theoretically has common sense b/c i usually say “this is gonna be stupid/bad” either ic or ooc before i do some shit and well. yeah it doesn’t usually go well but we have fun

23. Do you use premade modules or original campaigns?i think the only thing not original we’ve run since i moved up is strange aeons and maybe a coc scenario? everything else has been original campaigns

24. How much planning/preparation do you do for a game?not too much, really. i sometimes plan out a little of what i’m going to do, but half the time i never actually have the chance b/c stuff moves in a different direction than i was expecting. however i also write the summaries of the shit we’ve gotten up to every session so there’s that

25. What have your players done that you never could have planned for?i’m not a dm but i’m answering this for joe b/c he flat-out admitted that he couldn’t predict what was going to happen in at least half of changeling b/c we’re an unpredictable mess but everything’s come together to make a really interesting finale

30. Are your players diplomatic or murder hobos?answering this one too even tho it’s still a dm question b/c the players themselves are half diplomatic (me, mal, joe depending on game) and half murder hobos (fredy, dom). dom’s been going more diplomatic w/ alora but also she’s so bad at it and it’s wonderful

31. What is your favorite class? Favorite race?classes aren’t a thing in changeling but out of the kiths ouuuuuuuugh i love sidhe a lot. like they’re honestly cool as hell and i fucking love the house lore? i’ll also do houses b/c fuck it, my fav house is beaumayn b/c they have no chill and every bit of house lore they have is brutal as hell

32. What role do you like to play the most? (Tank/healer/etc?)just looking at my trends of characters i’ve got currently (re)built, i have:- the face (james, rex, val)- support (henri, caoimhe, river kinda?)- the antisocial son of a bitch (nomi, neil)- “i’m going to wreck anything you point me at” (hound, oliver, elliot but not by his own choice)- pure chaos (nora, glitch mage)gemma is kinda hard to put into any category b/c she’s babey?

33. How do you write your backstory, or do you even write a backstory?it depends on the character? some characters don’t have backstories (caoimhe, nora), some i’ve fleshed out heavily (james). it’s usually assembled from a bunch of random snippets written over the course of however long. some of it’s heavily thought out, other parts are just kinda arbitrary. i also tend to run some more important chunks past joe or mal just to see how they feel? james being from house gwydion was originally arbitrary and wasn’t really gonna matter (joe himself said it would just be a bit of flavour) then he figured out how to fold it into plot and i’m thriving b/c le fway is wild

34. Do you tend pick weapons/spells for being useful or for flavor?flavour, though use is also a bonus? artswise james currently has naming/chronos/contract, which are all useful in their own ways but also reflect his past lives / him as a person

35. How much roleplay do you like to do?yes. if i’m not able to embrace the character i’m playing is it really that fun? is it really? no b/c when that happens to this group we get the dumbed down version of chaos reigns and i go fucking batshit b/c of the fact that combat takes way too long

#anon #ask to tag #i love changeling so much and i will absolutely infodump abt it whenever i have the chance #that sweet hyperfocus mood

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tinybibmpreg · 6 years ago

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Day 77 // ft. Christi, Andre, Skip, Amla, Praetorian Kreax

#26 / Decide

“You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?” the child asked, speaking for the first time since they had been left in her care. Christi gaped at her, surprised at the sheer amount of voices that seemed to come from their mouth. They looked down, their claws digging into their arms.

“Sure, I’d appreciate it.” Their void filled eyes sparkled, and she leaned over so they could carefully pluck something from her hair. When she lifted her head, she could see that it was a leaf. “Oh! It must have landed in my hair when I stopped in the garden earlier.”

Their eyes widened, and they made an inquisitive chirp.

“Once I’m done looking over this report, we can go down to the garden if you’d like.” They nodded.

“These are the succulents that Mr. Valentia grows. Don’t touch them, he’s very protective of them.” The child crouched down to look closer at all the plants, and their tail wagged slightly. “They’re very interesting plants, aren’t they? Which one do you like best?”

They carefully looked at each one, and then smiled and waved their hand over all of them. Christi laughed and knelt down next to them. “They are all very nice.” She pointed to one of the smaller succulents. “That one is my favorite- it’s an Earth succulent, called a living stone, or lithops. It’s very simple looking compared to the others, but I like it a lot, and they can grow beautiful flowers.”

The child gestured for her to give them her hand, so she did. They covered her palm with their clasped hands, and the stars in their eyes all shifted. They opened their hands, and a lithop flower dropped down into her palm.

“Oh! It’s beautiful, little one. Thank you.” They tapped behind their ear, then pointed at the flower and then at her. “It needs a stem for me to tuck it behind my ear, kiddo.”

The tiny stars rotated again, and a stem grew off of the underside of the flower. Christi tucked it behind her ear, and let the child adjust it for her. They smiled at her, their facial scales coloring green with happiness. It was a welcome change from their upset red tone.

“Are there any plants you want to ask Mr. Valentia about? He should be around to check on them soon.” They pointed at a blue and white one that went up in all sorts of coils and spikes, with tiny, dark blue flowers lining its sides. Christi didn’t know what kind it was, nor what planet it came from. “That’s an interesting one! I don’t know anything about it. Hm… which ones do you think your parents would like?”

“Knowing her mum, I bet he’d be damn fond of that one with the black thorns.” Andre Valentia came up to them, holding a bottle of water in his hands. “That one’s from his home planet, after all. Genuine Snake succulent.” Christi shot him a warning glance, but he just shrugged and pulled out an eyedropper from his pocket.

He began giving the plants their specific amounts of water, and the child watched him. They pointed at the blue and white plant. “Oh, do you like that one?” Another nod. “That’s one I produced myself. I’ve been hybridizing that strain for years, and I think it finally looks perfect, though I’ll keep playing with it.”

“Nn…” They gestured to the plant, and then put their hands out and slowly moved them together.

Andre stared, and then made a little ‘o’ with his mouth once he understood. “I should make it smaller, huh? What if I made it really big? Maybe… half a meter tall.” Their tail wagged even more. “Good idea, kid. Now, you’ve got your parents freaky powers, right?”

The green coloring began to fade, and their tail slowed to a halt.

“Think you could fix up this little guy? It’s a real rare type, and I can’t get it to stop rotting. It came into contact with some kind of infection.” He picked up the pot of a tiny succulent, colored an iridescent orange. It had a white, dead patch on its underside, close to the dirt.

The child touched the top of the plant, and the white patch began to disappear, until the whole plant looked plumper and brighter.

“Thanks, kid! Do you like plants?”

They turned to Christi and gestured for her to lean closer. She did, and they whispered in her ear. Christi relayed their message to Andre, “They do! Their, uh… Their mother taught them about the plants from his homeland when their father wasn’t home one day.”

“Really? The, uh… The Praetorian likes plants?” The green coloring began to come back. “What else does he talk to you about when your dad’s gone?”

The child didn’t have hair for a flower to be put in, nor the proper ears for one to be tucked behind, but Andre had them make a copy of one with beautiful orange and pink coloring, and then pulled out a light pink headband for them to wear. He tucked the flower into that, and the child hugged him, a wide smile on their face. Their tail was wagging as they followed Christi into a lift, and they made the traditional sign of thanks to the head gardener. He gave them a thumbs up in return.

“Did you have fun looking at the plants, little one?” They nodded excitedly, and reached up for her wrist. Christi let them hold onto it as they walked. “I’m probably needed in the conference room, so we’ll head there next, alright?”

It wasn’t so hard to play babysitter to an omnipotent four year old while captaining a massive Eco Ship, and Christi was grateful for it. The child was very well behaved, and seemed to enjoy following her around and learning about the ‘primitive’ plane of existence. They didn’t need to be fed, capable of creating their own food out of thin air, and could easily be carried if they needed sleep before they got back to Christi’s bedroom at the end of her work day.

The only difficulty Christi had was keeping them happy. They missed their parents, even though their parents had told her, while their child was sitting in the same room, that they were leaving them with her while they decided whether or not they were worth keeping alive and training to be a part of their father’s omnipotent society that existed outside of their timeline. It was difficult for their father to deal with existing as the ‘primitives’ did, as his child did. Her mother hadn’t said anything about it, and instead had told Christi what his child needed in order to be cared for.

The Praetorian had been pregnant, and looked to be quite far along. His omnipotent lover had told Christi that they were preparing in case they decided their living child was a failure. Neither of them had said goodbye to their child before leaving.

Christi had assumed that the child’s father would have been the one to care for and spend time with them, but the child had slowly been revealing that their mother indeed took on an involved and maternal role in their life, but only when their father was gone, suggesting that the omnipotent being didn’t like seeing his ‘primitive’ lover act in an emotional way.

She’d wanted to argue with them, tell them that even if they decided their existing child was a failure, there was a strong chance that the next one would be the same, another failure.

“Oh, Captain!” Her second in command was surprised to see her walk in. “I didn’t know you were going to be here. We were actually just-”

“-About to call me. I know how this works.”

“Ah… Yes. We’ve noticed a problem with the engines…” Christi let the child wander around the room while they discussed the issue. After they came up with a plan, the conference was over. Her second in command crouched down in front of the child and asked, “Hey, kiddo, how are you doing?”

They gave him a thumbs up.

“That’s good. Hey, I heard your mommy’s having another baby. Are you excited to be a big sibling?”

Christi had left out the part about the child’s parents debating on whether or not to kill them when she told a few of her staff about their visit. She now regretted not telling the full story to her second in command as the child stared at him, tears welling up in their void-filled eyes. They covered their face and began sobbing.

“Skip, can we talk in private for a moment? Ella, watch over them for a few minutes, will ya?”

“Sure, Captain.”

Christi led Skip into an adjoining room. He looked confused, and asked, “Did I say something wrong? I swear I didn’t mean to make the little guy cry!”

“No. Yes. Kind of? It’s not your fault, you didn’t know, but… Oh, geez, it’s kind of fucked up.”

“What?”

“I… kind of lied about why the kid is here. Their parents didn’t just leave them here to learn about primitives while they sorted out some problems with the rest of the Detached.”

“Then why’re they here?”

“They’ve been left here while Amla and the Praetorian try and decide whether or not the kid is worth taking care of.”

Skip furrowed his brows, still confused. “I don’t understand.”

“Their parents don’t want to put in the time and effort needed to raise a kid that might not be good enough to live with the rest of the Detached. If they decide the kid isn’t worth it, they’re going to kill them and try again with the next kid.”

“Kill them? Captain! We can’t let them do that!”

“I know! But Amla is omnipotent. If he wants his kid dead, I don’t think we can stop him. All he has to do is think about it, and they’re gone.”

“Gods… I can understand him being able to do it, he is a Detached, and emotional attachments are primitive, but… the Praetorian? He’s a person, like us. Ophidrians are very protective of their young. I know he’s a horrible person responsible for the deaths of millions, but… how could he want to kill his own child?”

“He was a heartless military leader and war criminal. I think he’s perfectly capable. There were rumors that he killed his own family to keep anyone from trying to use them against him. If he could do all those things, then I think he could go along with killing his four year old.”

“How long does the kid have before they make a decision?”

“Amla said it could take anywhere from a few days to a Terran week or two. It’s been six days. Tomorrow will make it a week.”

Christi took the child back to her quarters after she was done talking to Skip, picking them up and carrying them the whole way. Their crying ceased by the time they got there, reduced to some sniffling and the occasional hiccup. When they entered the room, the child pointed towards their bed. Christi set them down, and helped them take off their shoes and headband, placing the latter and the flower onto a table. She tucked them in, and got a cloth to clean off their face.

“There,” Christi said, voice soft. “Now, how about you get some sleep? I always find that sleeping helps me feel better after I’ve been crying.”

“Mhmm…” She called for the lights to dim, and then got up. “Christi, wait…”

“Yeah, little one?”

“Can you kiss me goodnight like my mommy does? It helps me sleep better.”

Christi found it hard to imagine the Praetorian tucking in a young child and kissing them goodnight, but apparently he did. “Sure, kiddo. Does he do it every night?”

“Yes.”

She sat back down on the edge of the bed. She almost went to kiss the child’s forehead, but then realized that was probably something only humans did, and that the child had said ‘like my mommy does.’ So she paused, and asked, “How does he do it?”

“It’s an Ophidrian thing. Um… I could do it to you… Lean in close.” Christi brought her face close to theirs, and they rubbed their cheek against hers, breathing in slowly with their mouth open. Christi knew Ophidrians had scent organs in their mouths, just like Earth snakes did. They did the same thing to her other cheek, and then pressed their foreheads together.

They laid their head back down. Christi readjusted their blankets, and then patted their shoulder. “Goodnight, little one.”

“Live through to tomorrow, miss.”

#oblio's fics #original #mpreg #male pregnancy #Captain Christi #Andre Valentia #Praetorian Kreax #Sweetling (PA)#Skip (PA)#Amla (PA)#Paradoxical Attachment

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Wow this is a lot but okay200: My crush’s name is: Bernie Sanders 199: I was born in: 1999? Is this what this is asking  198: I am really: gay 197: My cellphone company is: AT&T 196: My eye color is: green  195: My shoe size is: 7.5  194: My ring size is: I forgot. Something small 193: My height is: 5'3" 192: I am allergic to: bullshit and republicans. Other than that, nothing  191: My 1st car was: a 2000 chevy cavalier. It was red and I loved it except it was a piece of shit  190: My 1st job was: OfficeMax  189: Last book you read: Why Does The World Exist? By some guy 188: My bed is: soft and filled with dogs and orange and great 187: My pet: I have prim, my soul mate and axel, a sweet dummy. I also have fish named Rex and Rocko and a snake named Jasper 186: My best friend: is amazing and great and I miss her 185: My favorite shampoo is: my recent favorite is the tea tree shampoo but I colored my hair recently and had to witch to shampoo safe for that  184: Xbox or ps3: Xbox but I don't play either enough to really care 183: Piggy banks are: pretty nice. This reminds me of the time my house got robbed and the police took my piggy bank for prints and promised they would give it back but never did  182: In my pockets: my wallet and chopstick  181: On my calendar: a lot. This is a busy month. But Colorado soon :) 180: Marriage is: I wouldn't know  179: Spongebob can: okay spongebob is the shit 178: My mom: isn't perfect but is great  177: The last three songs I bought were? I don't know about individual songs but the other day I got tired of the radio and bought a bunch of CDs for my car 176: Last YouTube video watched: I don't know exactly but I've been watching a lot of John Oliver videos  175: How many cousins do you have? Too may to count  174: Do you have any siblings? I have 3ish stepsiblings  173: Are your parents divorced? Yes since I was 4 172: Are you taller than your mom? I wish  171: Do you play an instrument? I kinda sorta used to but no 170: What did you do yesterday? I don't remember? I think I worked?[ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight: maybe a little  168: Luck: sometimes  167: Fate: no  166: Yourself: nope 165: Aliens: hell yeah 164: Heaven: no  163: Hell: no  162: God: I actually very strongly don't believe in god  161: Horoscopes: no  160: Soul mates: maybe  159: Ghosts: not entirely sure but probably not  158: Gay Marriage: fuck yeah  157: War: depends on the situation  156: Orbs: what 155: Magic: why[ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: both? Depends on my mood  153: Drunk or High: high  152: Phone or Online: online  151: Red heads or Black haired: black hair  150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunettes 149: Hot or cold: cold 148: Summer or winter: winter 147: Autumn or Spring: spring!! 146: Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla  145: Night or Day: night 144: Oranges or Apples: apples 143: Curly or Straight hair: straight  142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds 141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: milk chocolate  140: Mac or PC: Pc 139: Flip flops or high heals: flip flops 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor:  Stop attach a persons value to their economic status/ wealth :) 137: Coke or Pepsi: neither  136: Hillary or Obama: Obama 😍 135: Burried or cremated: I want my body donated for organs and/or science. Although I like having just a spot so maybe just a tombstone  134: Singing or Dancing: singing  133: Coach or Chanel: ew 132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who 131: Small town or Big city: big city for sure 130: Wal-Mart or Target: target  129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: I don't even care  128: Manicure or Pedicure: pedicure? 127: East Coast or West Coast: west coast 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: birthday 125: Chocolate or Flowers: bothhh 124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney 123: Yankees or Red Sox: I don't sport[ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War: depends on the situation  121: George Bush: no  120: Gay Marriage: always 119: The presidential election: it was awful, vile, and disgusting. The results were bullshit because fuck the electoral college but also it made me lose faith in humanity  118: Abortion: it's always the persons choice what to do with their body 117: MySpace: never had one 116: Reality TV: it's stupid  115: Parents: they exist 114: Back stabbers: I think we can all agree they're trash 113: Ebay: I'm indifferent  112: Facebook: its gotten annoying lately but it's a necessary evil 111: Work: I like getting paid  110: My Neighbors: they're okay for neighbors. I feel bad that our dog barks at them all the time.  109: Gas Prices: they're high but whatever  108: Designer Clothes: you do you im too broke  107: College: it's gonna put me in debt forever but I'm excited  106: Sports: I don't understand the interest but whatever  105: My family: they're okay 104: The future: we are all gonna die [ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: tidy my teacher hugged me because she was happy to see me  102: Last time you ate: I had pizza like 5 hours ago 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: I saw a friend two days ago I haven't seen in a while 100: Cried in front of someone: I don't remember exactly  99: Went to a movie theater: it's been too long  98: Took a vacation: since a year ago 97: Swam in a pool: about a year ago. Well, swim isn't necessarily the word because guess who can't do that. I just chill in the water  96: Changed a diaper: gosh it's been some time. A year or more? 95: Got my nails done: a lot of years ago 94: Went to a wedding: a year ago was my moms wedding  93: Broke a bone: never  92: Got a peircing: my nose about 2 years ago  91: Broke the law: technically I am now  90: Texted: now[ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: I don't laugh much 88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my dogs 87: The last movie I saw: some horror movie with my mom  86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: leaving this town 85: The thing im not looking forward to: so much  84: People call me: I don't really have a nickname 83: The most difficult thing to do is: go through major depression  82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: I've had 2 81: My zodiac sign is: Taurus 80: The first person i talked to today was: my mom  79: First time you had a crush: technically my first was a ginger in kindergarten but my first real one was in middle school  78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: prim 😂 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: yesterday! I remember that part but not who it was or what it was 76: Right now I am talking to: a group chat and 2 other people  75: What are you going to do when you grow up: not entirely sure yet but I want to be a trauma surgeon  74: I have/will get a job: yes? I'm not sure what this is asking  73: Tomorrow: I have school and class in the evening  72: Today: I was at school  71: Next Summer: hopefully I'll be doing something fun  70: Next Weekend: next weekend is surprisingly kinda free  69: I have these pets: I answered this  68: The worst sound in the world: someone saying goodbye  67: The person that makes me cry the most is: myself  66: People that make you happy: my friends I don't know  65: Last time I cried: earlier today  64: My friends are: great  63: My computer is: falling apart. I need a new one but still broke  62: My School: is actually garbage and I can't wait to leave  61: My Car: is much nicer that my old one  60: I lose all respect for people who: physically, sexually, or emotionally abuse people, are racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc. support Trump, actually there's a lot I don't respect many people  59: The movie I cried at was: okay I used to always cry at the notebook it was horrible  58: Your hair color is: red now  57: TV shows you watch: lately shameless but all time fav is greys anatomy. Also watch a lot of criminal minds  56: Favorite web site: google.com  55: Your dream vacation: Traveling all over the world. I want to be in the south of France again  54: The worst pain I was ever in was: when my heart broke  53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium well  52: My room is: pretty chill. Representative of me  51: My favorite celebrity is: Demi Lovato  50: Where would you like to be: anywhere but here  49: Do you want children: maybe possibly 48: Ever been in love: yup 47: Who’s your best friend: gabby  46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls I guess 45: One thing that makes you feel great is: drugs  44: One person that you wish you could see right now: nobody  43: Do you have a 5 year plan: haha I barley have a 5 minute plan  42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: sort of. Just traveling  41: Have you pre-named your children: yes 40: Last person I got mad at: Ryan  39: I would like to move to: California  38: I wish I was a professional: everything [ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: Reese's  36: Vehicle: camaro  35: President: Obama  34: State visited: New York  33: Cellphone provider: I don't care  32: Athlete: really don't care  31: Actor: probably Leonardo DiCaprio  30: Actress: Not sure. Drew Barrymore maybe? Maybe Sandra bullock  29: Singer: Demi Lovato  28: Band: Nirvana  27: Clothing store: everything here and there  26: Grocery store: HyVee 25: TV show: Greys Anatomy 24: Movie: 21 Days  23: Website: Tumblr 22: Animal: Penguin? 21: Theme park: don't know  20: Holiday: Fourth of July, not for the patriotism but the blowing stuff up  19: Sport to watch: basketball 18: Sport to play: basketball 17: Magazine: not sure  16: Book: Impulse by Ellen Hopkins  15: Day of the week: Saturday  14: Beach: beach in saint marie de la mer 13: Concert attended: Demi Lovato  12: Thing to cook: pasta 11: Food: Italian  10: Restaurant: Olive Garden or IHOP  9: Radio station: 96.5 the buzz  8: Yankee candle scent: I like ocean scents  7: Perfume: stuff I got in France  6: Flower: who even knows  5: Color: orange  4: Talk show host: Ellen  3: Comedian: not really sure  2: Dog breed: Doberman  1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes

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