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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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I was tagged by @writing-with-melon I hope my answers aren’t complete waste or if time and if so I’m sorry and I love you

Rules: Answer ten 10 questions, ask 10, and tag 10 people

1. What song automatically plays in your head when you look out the window on a long drive?

i dont really have an answer for this. i think i just automatically think about any song ive been listening to recently or any song that has been stuck in my head.

2. Do you have some snacks nearby when you write?

well i live in a two story house so the kitchen is downstairs and im usually lazy busy so since i have a mini fridge upstairs i just usually get water to drink while im writing. its kinda hard to eat and write cuz i loose focus really easily so when i am writing i am writing! i am in the zone! but if i am a little hungry ill usually snack on candy like chocolate kinder joys i love them but they r so expensive or snack on chips but i get like salt on my fingers or i like cheetos so cheetos dust and that just gets everywhere and later my hands and keyboard kinda smell like fart. 3. What do you do to combat creative burnout?

so burnout happens to me a lot so to get inspiration i either read other stories or fanfics which gets my head gears turning or i admire a piece of art or photography or a song. whats so unique and satisfying with writing you can explore and go anywhere with it, hehehe erotic if you know what i mean lol jk there are no barriers with writing just your imagination. there is inspiration any where you go and id advise to never stop writing. even if its a few short sentences or paragraphs about anything even bird poop its still progression and your mind is working and your searching for words like its all good for you bby. 4. Do you use (or like to use) prompts?

i do ill put the link here. im thinking of changing it though to do something different.

5. What is your favorite place to write?

lol boring, i know but my room. my room is really bright in the mornings and comfortable and chill and i have a candle of the pandora ride in disney that smells like the ride so its all good and relaxing and super peaceful plus i have a picture of myself the age of like 9 on my desk idk why but it encourages me and makes me focus to make sure i never get that cringy again.

6. What is a hobby or yous that you usually don’t talk about?

well i like working out HAHAHAHAHA jk that was a joke...get it...cuz i much rather be eatingokillstop. but i really like to draw which i have a art page you can see it if you click here pls look at my failed attempts to be hip and cool with the cool kids and being artsy fartsy. another hobby is i really like to do makeup and nail art, nail art is really tough guys no joke if you do it like you got wizard powers are something. maybe its bc my nails are shorter than pete davidson and ariana grande’s relationship, alright im trying to stop i swear!

7. Do you play an instrument? Which one?

no i wish though. i always wanted to learn to either play the piano or electric guitar cuz H.E.R looks so cool doing it.

8. How do you feel about your handwriting?

it sucks dont even try me. my sister can barely read it like no wonder nobody wants to steal my signature heck they can’t even read it!

9. Can you tell us of a story that marked your development as a person? As a writer?

ok sit back guys, sniff a nice amount of crack and get ready for the most cringy moment of my life but also a time when i knew i was meant to be *inhale* a fanfic writer.

so it was elementary school, i think 3rd grade and for my writing assignment we were given a prompt of idk what the heck tbh i think it was like be outside the box and im like ok imma nail this cuz im a weird child and yeah so i got my papers and pencil and i went TO TOWN on this paper. so i wrote two stories. one short story with a picture to go with it and one long story that yeah i buried years ago. so my first story was about a farmer was about that farming life. he had chickens and dairy. so i cant remember if the cheese was spoiled but doesnt matter. anywho these cheese and a chicken were alive like they could talk in the story and i gave them faces, yikes. but the whole story was the farmer was a b*tch and he was trying to eat the chicken and cheese so they hatched a plan to get away from the farmer. they did it successfully and they ran away. yay happy ending my teacher actually liked that one me too and my school mates were thinking what they heck is this girl on i made a story about how me and justin bieber made cookies for Christmas you know. so then my other story i was more proud of this one cuz it was a tone of paper, sorry trees, and this story was about how a female hippo (girl i was all about plus size and thicker girls and no body shaming) and an male ostrich were kidnapped from their own habitats and taken to become circus animals. failed version of Madagascar hey mine was before the circus movie OK THEY STOLE IT FROM MEEEEE. so they get taken and are treated to harsh punishment and the animals can talk and i think its in the point of view of the male ostrich guy thing. they are in the circus and they start to have this relationship happening. love starts blossoming its all good. im happy with this cuz i believed in love at age of 8. they find a way thru a kick butt scene of the animals escaping and the hippo and ostrich are so in love that they run away together and they have half hippo half ostrich babies and i think i named the species hipstrich or like ostppo idk but i was so proud of this story and when my teacher read it she was worried about me lol i think she thought i might like mate these two animals like secretly idk but she was like it was ok and i was like what this is frickin William Shakespeare writing or like F. Scott Fitzgerald writing. nevertheless it taught me a lesson that nobody else needs to like what im writing the main point and only thing that matters is if your proud of it and you like it and i really did. i will remember that story forever and thats what made me want to be a writer. lol sorry that was a lot.

10. @emdop I’m going to use this great question: Explain one of your WIPs in the most ridiculous way possible.

wellllll im working on my peaky blinders oc story its a lot of drugs money killing weapons jewelry rich profanities like its the show but written from my stubby hands so my oc and whatever its great and so excited to show it to you guys.

MY QUESTIONS:

1. WHAT MADE YOU WANT TO START TUMBLR?

2. IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANYTHING OF THIS WORLD, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

3. WHAT QUALITY IS IMPORTANT TO YOU?

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OUTFIT?

5. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE?

6. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SONG IN THE WHOLE WORLD?

7. IF YOU COULD VISIT A PLACE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?

8. WHAT SHOW OR MOVIE UNIVERSE WOULD YOU WANT TO BE IN?

9. WHAT IS THE SCARIEST MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE?

10. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE IN THIS WORLD THAN ANYTHING ELSE?

im tagging: @thatlittlered, @ardentmuse, @acciosnapes, @lotsoffandomimagines, @collecting-stories, @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms, @naughtyneganjdm, @lenahellgizibe and two random followers @spiritsent, @sucker-for-my-fandoms

i was tagged by @writing-with-melon again ty btw, ps i felt so much pressure lol jk 😊

Rules: Answer 5 questions, Ask 5 questions, Tag 5 people.

1. What is your favorite book?

fifty shades of grey hahaha naw my favorite book is obv you all know this is series of unfortunate events but i never usually cry period and i never cry for books ever so when i read mrs. tom thumb by melanie benjamin, its the part when her sister minnie dies i cried so hard idk it was just emotional the wording the way she described her pain it was so beautiful written yet so sad and that was just amazing to me cuz im like this book made me feel things and im like wow i would love to write a book one day and make someone feel something whether it be sadness anger happiness annoyance anything they are having an emotion and that is super powerful to do that with just words. pls go check out that book its a good read. also im a fan of the greatest showman so i really enjoyed it. there are many other books tho that i thoroughly enjoy so much.

2. What piece that you’ve written are you most proud of?

oh my god ive always wanted to be asked this question hands down i am always proud of my platonic gender neutral tony stark fic called in·con·sol·a·ble window to me i wrote it so sad and i was feeling like depressed lol when i saw peter die in infinity war like i didnt know what to do with my life tbh but im so glad that @impetrichorny requested it tysm i just like how its not based on romance or fluff or happiness it is based on when you lose someone the nightmares and sadness you go through and that there is nothing nobody can do about it except just be there for that person so i really like writing angst and something that was out of the box. ive been thinking tho of doing a part two since the fate of all the characters has changed after endgame. who knows tho.

3. What is the last song that inspired you?

well for art it would have to good news by mac miller when i did that kobe bryant memorial on my art page. i dont want to give it away though but ill just say some very powerful womens music inspired my oc writing and making.

4. How do you feel about letting people read what you write?

at first i was scared cuz i thought i wrote like trash which that feeling kinda doesnt go away like some days i feel that way others i feel confident or it depends on the request it just depends but anyways i was always insecure about my writing so when i started writing it was more like lets see how this goes if not ill delete the whole page. im glad to say it went great but in the begging it was hard cuz i kept putting myself down but i learned to accept or just understand that you keep learning with writing you always learn knew things with writing how you can explain something better or you words get more intricate and people see the improvement and you do too thats why i applaud those who dont speak english that english isnt their first language. you are doing a tremendous job and keep practicing cuz you’re gonna make it to the top. ive also learned that some days are not my days and you can take time off when youre not feeling it when you have writers block. just recollect your juices sip some tea go to the beach relax your mind a little and take as long as you need to come back and give it your all. also comments and reblogs and likes a follows those meant so much to me and encouraged me. thats why i cant express it enough how much all those mean to writers, artist, photographers, anybody who is truly trying their hard in this area of social media. its makes a person happy smile and confident in their writing but first train your mind into loving what you make not what others thing. you have to be happy with the outcome that is what truly matters and what makes your writing the best. look at me getting philosophical.

5. Do you get distracted easily? If yes with what?

yes and with porn haha i get distracted easily like very easily homeschooling was really tough for me. music distracts me, netflix, the urge to watch david dobrik or unus annus or buzzfeed unsolved on youtube, heck my farts distract me. i gotta be like troy bolton i gotta get my HEAD IN THE GAME!

MY QUESTIONS:

1. IF YOU COULD BE NAMED SOMETHING ELSE, WHAT WOULD YOU BE NAMED?

2. WHAT PERSON INSPIRES YOU THE MOST?

3. IF YOU KNEW THE WORLD WAS ENDING TOMORROW WHAT WOULD YOU DO TODAY?

4. WHAT DO YOU OFTEN THINK ABOUT IN THE SHOWER?

5. WHATS YOUR WEIRD COMBINATION FOOD?

im tagging: @thatlittlered, @ardentmuse, @acciosnapes, @lotsoffandomimagines, @collecting-stories AND WHOEVER WANTS TO DO THIS IF YOU FOLLOW ME OR LIKE MY STORIES TAG ME ILL READ YOUR ANSWERS. HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING MWUAH

#ask #@writing-with-melon #rambles #writing #tips on writing #unus annus #david dobrik #netflix #buzzfeed unsolved #peaky blinders oc #kobe bryant #mac miller #tony stark #peter parker #the greatest showman #tom thumb #troy bolton #zac efron

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glacies-tempestatem · 4 years ago

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THE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME.

First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all had witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.

MUN NAME: Hatshepsut/Hats AGE: 23 CONTACT: IM, Ask, Discord

CHARACTER(S): Rukia Kuchiki andKiaen Shiba

CURRENT FANDOM(S): Bleach

BLEACH FANDOM(S) YOU HAVE AN AU FOR: I plan write in the future an ATLA and I have some others AU written.

MY LANGUAGE(S): Spanish (first language) English (fluent or I think so) and I leanrt a bit of Japanese and I’m currrently learning German

THEMES I’M INTERESTED IN FOR RP: FANTASY / Science fiction / Horror / WESTERN / ROMANCE / Thriller / MYSTERY / DYSTOPIA / ADVENTURE / MODERN / Erotic / Crime / MYTHOLOGY / Classic / HISTORY / RENAISSANCE / MEDIEVAL / Ancient / WAR / FAMILY / POLITICS / RELIGION / SCHOOL / ADULTHOOD / CHILDHOOD / APOCALYPTIC / GODS / Sport / MUSIC / Science / FIGHTS / ANGST / Smut / DRAMA / etc.

PREFERRED THREAD LENGTH: one-liner / 1 para / 2 PARA / 3+ / NOVELLA.

ASKS CAN BE SEND BY: MUTUALS / NON-MUTUALS / PERSONALS / ANONS.

CAN ASKS BE CONTINUED?: YES / NO only by Mutuals?: YES / NO.

PREFERRED THREAD TYPE: CRACK / casual nothing too deep / SERIOUS / DEEP AS HECK.

IS REALISM / RESEARCH IMPORTANT FOR YOU IN CERTAIN THEMES?: YES / NO.

ARE YOU ATM OPEN FOR NEW PLOTS?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

DO YOU HANDLE YOUR DRAFT / ASK - COUNT WELL?: YES / NO / SOMEWHAT.

HOW LONG DO YOU USUALLY TAKE TO REPLY?: 24H / 1 WEEK / 2 WEEKS / 3+ / months / years. /DEPENDS ON MOOD AND INSPIRATION, AND IF I’M BUSY I

I’M OKAY WITH INTERACTING: ORIGINAL CHARACTERS / a relative of my character (an oc) / duplicates / MY FANDOM / CROSSOVERS / MULTI-MUSES / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / CANON-DIVERGENT PORTRAYALS / AU-VERSIONS.

DO YOU POST MORE IC OR OOC?: IC / OOC.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WITH FOLLOWING OTHERS?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

BEST WAYS TO APPROACH YOU FOR RP/PLOTTING: You can send me an IM if we’re mutual or an ask in case we’re not. Don’t be shy, I love plot and talk ooc! BTW if you have me in discord,is the best way toplot with me

WHAT EXPECTATIONS DO YOU HOLD TOWARDS YOUR PLOTTING PARTNER: I just expect they reply me sooner or later, and that we have fun writting!

WHEN YOU NOTICE THE PLOTTING IS RATHER ONE-SIDED, WHAT DO YOU DO?: Nothing, at times I lack of muse or inspiration, and sometimes will be that situation on my partner. I mean, it’s okay! It can become complicated if after a lot of time,my partner barely shows interest in plot.

HOW DO YOU USUALLY PLOT WITH OTHERS, DO YOU GIVE INPUT OR LEAVE MOST WORK TOWARDS YOUR PARTNER?: I tend to tell my idea, if our characters haven’t interacted, I find it harder at times, but I think that it’s a perfect opportunity to develop cool ideas and approaches.

WHEN A PARTNER DROPS THE THREAD, DO YOU WISH TO KNOW?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. - For me comunication is essential. And I don’t have any type of issue with dropping threads, it’s okay. Just tell me and in case you want to start something new, we do something new, simple.

WHAT COULD POSSIBLY LEAD YOU TO DROP A THREAD?: Lack of muse for the topic, but I rarely drop them.

- WILL YOU TELL YOUR PARTNER?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

IS COMMUNICATION IN THE RPC IMPORTANT TO YOU? YES / NO.

- AND WHY?: I don’t have a crystal ball, so I need you tell me how do you feel about a thread,plot, topic,whatever. ALSO I do trully appreciate if you tell me if I did/said/written something that made you feel unconfortable. Again, I don’t know what I did wrong unless you tell me.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH ABSOLUTE HONESTY, EVEN IF IT MAY MEANS HEARING SOMETHING NEGATIVE ABOUT YOU AND/OR PORTRAYAL?: Yes, as long as the person is respectful,I’m more than fine. Respect is just fundamental.If you don’t likesomething about me/my portray whatever, you can tell it,but with respect.

DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE SUCH SITUATION IN A MATURE WAY? YES / NO.

WHY DO YOU RP AGAIN, IS THERE A GOAL?: Because Rukia is my bae, and in Kaien’s case,I think that aremany things that are necessary to know, and weprobably never know because he died before the anime/manga began.And gosh I enjoy writting their backgrounds

WISHLIST, BE IT PLOTS OR SCENARIOS: Rukia and Kaien childhood.

THEMES I WON’T EVER RP / EXPLORE: I’ll not write rape,non con and similars it’s understandably triggering for a lot of people and writing it glorifies it, Then, I’m not disposed to write either racism or misoginy stuff.

WHAT TYPE OF STARTERS DO YOU PREFER / DISLIKE, CAN’T WORK WITH?: Aslong at I can reply with freedom,I’m fine with your starter.It’s better if is a plotted idea, but random ones are okay.

WHAT TYPE OF CHARACTERS CATCH YOUR INTEREST THE MOST?: Friendly ones, specially if I can write alot of their background.

WHAT TYPE OF CHARACTERS CATCH YOUR INTEREST THE LEAST?: Depressive ones or just distant persons.

WHAT ARE YOUR STRONG ASPECTS AS RP PARTNER?: II want to think that I’m very comprehensive.

WHAT ARE YOUR WEAK ASPECTS AS RP PARTNER?: I’m super slow, and I know that somepersons don’t have much time, so the rp process becomesslow for both.

DO YOU RP SMUT?: YES / NO/ DEPENDS.

DO YOU PREFER TO GO INTO DETAIL?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH BLACK CURTAIN?: YES / NO.

- WHEN DO YOU RP SMUT? MORE OUT OF FUN OR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?: For both, I think that write the sexuality and the sexual life of characters is part of their development.Although I understand that not everyone feels comfortable writing it, so it’s fine for me just talk about some aspect about their relationship.

- ANYTHING YOU WOULD NOT WANT TO RP THERE?: Idk, I suppose that some certain type of fetishes

ARE SHIPS IMPORTANT TO YOU?: YES / NO Ships are first of all,part of character development, and depending of the partner and the ship,can be incredible fruitful to muses. Both can evolve together, or can bring dispiar and traumasto both or one of them, and that change and influence the character and I’mmore than open to write her in both cases.

WOULD YOU SAY YOUR BLOG IS SHIP-FOCUSED?: YES / NO. Ships are funny,won’t deny it. But isnt my focus.I’ve already had that time of my rp life, and sincerely I’m now more into just casual rping and develop my characters.

DO YOU USE READ MORE?: YES / NO / SOMETIMES WHEN I WRITE LONG STUFF.

ARE YOU: MULTI-SHIP / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship — MULTIVERSE / Singleverse.

- WHAT DO YOU LOVE TO EXPLORE THE MOST IN YOUR SHIPS?: How both change with the relationship, their failures and their strong sides. How they individualy grownw or do a recoil.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS?: YES / NO. - DEPENDS I need you tellme a lot of your plan and idea.I prefer developalittle before ship them.But if you come with a good story, background etc I’M IN

► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

- WHAT COULD POSSIBLY MAKE YOUR MUSE INTERESTING TOWARDS OTHERS, WHY SHOULD THEY RP WITH THIS PARTICULAR CHARACTER OF YOURS NOW, WHAT POSSIBLE PLOTS DO THEY OFFER?: Kaien is someone a bit stubborn, but that’s just his facade, inside he has some insecurities and some events from the past made himlike that,so I’d love amuse who tell him ‘man, you don’t need to be like that’.

- WITH WHAT TYPE OF MUSES DO YOU USUALLY STRUGGLE TO RP WITH?: Muses extremely selfish and which will trait my muses like trash towards their point of view.

- WHAT DO THEY DESIRE, IS THEIR GOAL?: Gosh,Kaien hadmany goals he could had never achieve! I think he would be so proud to see Rukia as captain! Rukia has now as goalcontinue incresing her powers and keep the legacy of Kaien and Ukitake alive.

- WHAT CATCHES THEIR INTEREST FIRST WHEN MEETING SOMEONE NEW?: If is just someone that Rukia never met or talked, she is automativally interested in know better that person. But at times she is just rather shy.

- WHAT DO THEY VALUE IN A PERSON?: Loyality over all.

- WHAT THEMES DO THEY LIKE TALKING ABOUT?: Tea,Chappy, fashion,perfumes, LivingWorld. In kaien’s case, fights,cars,movies

- WHICH THEMES BORE THEM?: Noble’s probelms, for both muses

- DID THEY EVER WENT THROUGH SOMETHING TRAUMATIC?: Rukia? Traumas? LMAO she had killed his rolemodel, lived in poverty for many years and experienced countless issues relatedto it. The lack of thelove of parents and near death experience while was just a kid.

- WHAT COULD LEAD TO AN INSTANT KILL?: Just only to hollows

- IS THERE SOMEONE /-THING THEY HATE?: Rukia hates Gin, Aizen and Tousen, and she does not mind that Gin and Tousen redeemed themself. For her will always be traitors. Then there is Ywach and As Nodt. She simply cannot bare them.

IS YOUR MUSE EASY TO APPROACH?: YES / NO. - Best ways to approach them?: With something of Chappy

SOMETHING YOU MAY STILL WANT TO POINT OUT ABOUT YOUR MUSE?: Not really.

CONGRATS!!! You managed it, now tag your mutuals! ♥

Tagged by: Soteln from @skyvar

Tagging: Everybody did at this point lol.Idk who tag

#dash games #gosh took melike forever #But I did it #ooc

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m-602 · 5 years ago

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The One Who Fought Back

((So yesterday I had gotten into a writing mood. There were three ideas in my head for potential stories: a Monster Under the Bed story revolving around Empress lore, a story detailing events M (my character) would go through in his future, or a generic Halloween story (ha ha, boring). I had decided on the M story, and posted it on my blog late last night.))

((But now (since I got permission) I’ve decided to take a crack at the MUtB story anyway. So here you go @kittydoesthings! I love your AU and love RPing for it over on @ask-us-anything-mutb! It’s such an interesting concept that somehow just... works! Consider this a gift for being an amazing person!))

((Warning! Contains violence!))

((Enjoy!))

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Subcon Inc., Empress

It was just another day on the job. It was almost time for Empress to pay her kid a “visit”. All the other monsters were already making their way to the portals - all she had to do was get up and go in once she got the all clear.

Her kid was... an unusual character. When Empress first started scaring her, she screamed bloody murder the first two weeks. It made her feel extremely proud! After all, not too many monsters actually get such vivid reactions reactions from their kids, even if they all succeed in scaring them.

Recently, however, things have gotten... quiet. The child still cowered under her blankets the moment Empress entered her room... But the screams stopped. The child had grown extremely quiet anytime the monster under her bed payed a visit. Not even a whimper escaped the still shaking form. It was... honestly a little discomforting.

And today, that thought rose to the front of Empress’s mind. The fact that her child was acting so strangely, despite still being terrified of her, made her very uncomfortable. It was unsettling, especially with how it developed so gradually, too. She would get quieter and quieter, turning from screams, to whimpers, to utter silence. It kind of made her feel...

She killed that thought as quickly as it came. Her, a monster, scared of her child? It was absurd! What did she have to be afraid of!? There was no way the child could do any harm to her, so there was no need to be thinking like that.

With that in mind, she finally stood up and made her way to the floor. She had a job to do - there was no way some silly doubts were going to get in the way of that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The House, [REDACTED]

She had enough. She couldn’t take it anymore.

This stupid cat monster thing kept getting into her room and scaring the daylights out of her! It just kept coming every night to do... something! It didn’t even touch her, but its very presence seemed to freak her out! Eventually she just stopped screaming and just shook under her blankets in fright, trying to figure out just what the heck it wanted!

She tried telling her parents, but all they told her was that she was overreacting. That she was just making excuses to keep herself from sleeping alone. Shrugging it off as if she was crazy!

But she wasn’t crazy! That monster was there, it was real! There were claw marks under her bed to prove it! And they still don’t believe her!

...

If her own parents won’t help her... then she’ll just have to settle this herself.

...

Where are the knives?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Subcon Inc., Empress

“All assigned monsters, stand by as the portals are prepared.”

*Beep!*

At the beep of the intercom, the portals began to hum with power. They would only take a few seconds to power on, once night reached its darkest. A few seconds until Empress would do the job she’s always done.

Yeah, that was it. Just another day on the job. There was absolutely nothing different. Nothing will happen. Nothing will go wrong. Everything is fine. So she should stop worrying and just do what’s she’s supposed to do.

The portal finally sprung to life. It crackled with the strange teleportation power all the monsters were so familiar with. It’s still not completely understood... but then again, no one really questions it.

She steps forward, fully preparing herself for the task at hand. The task she should have no trouble with fulfilling...

She holds onto that thought as darkness consumes her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The House, [REDACTED]

Night was upon her. Soon the monster would be, too.

She was ready this time. She wasn’t even in her bed.

She wouldn’t be easily seen. She wouldn’t be easily deterred.

...

All she had to do was make it bleed, right?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The House, Empress

Immediately she felt herself on the floor. Immediately she felt herself in a cramped space. She knew instantly that she was in, and that it was time to scare the owner of the room.

Her eyes easily scanned the darkened room, peering through the shadows as if they were never there. She started clawing the floor, trying to unnerve the child above her. Once she was sure that she was ripe and ready, she began to rise from under the bed. She turned to face the child...

Only to be met with a neat, empty bed.

Empress was shocked at first, but then thought it through. The reason was easily discernible.

She probably got up to use the bathroom or something. It happens. I can wait, she thought...

That thought was dashed when she was made aware of another presence in the room.

She knew it was the child - it couldn’t be anyone else. But she felt the kid’s eyes bare into her back. For some reason, the situation unsettle her.

She turned around, ready to scare the life out of her child...

The child just stared at her, their eyes blank and emotionless. The little girl seemed to stare into her very soul. At this point, Empress was a little freaked out at how empty the child’s eyes seemed.

Imagine her shock when the little girl jumped on her.

Caught completely by surprise, Empress was filled with... panic? Why was she panicking? All she had to do was get this suddenly aggressive and psychotic child off her and then-

Her thoughts were cut off by an immense, sharp pain.

It felt cold and agonizing. Empress howled in pain, holding her paws and what she recognized as a stab wound.

She couldn’t believe it. The little girl had grabbed a knife, hid somewhere in her room, jumped her, and pecking stabbed her. She was just about to retaliate...

When she was stabbed again, a seething pain shooting all across her body.

The girl continued before Empress could react, stabbing her again and again and again and she just wouldn’t stop.

There was blood everywhere - it practically coated the entire room, the girl included. Empress was in agony. It hurt so badly, and she was desperately trying to get the little psycho off of her. For the first time in memory... she feared for her life.

In an act of adrenaline fueled desperation, Empress managed to weakly shove the child off of her. At this point she was covered in gashes and cuts, losing blood at a rapid rate. She was terrified at this point, doing anything and everything to just get away.

The child got up swiftly, preparing to rush her again. In a panic, Empress tried crawling her way under the bed, barely clinging to consciousness. Her entire body was racked in pain, but she had to get away. She couldn’t die to a human child of all things.

Just before said child managed to grab her tail, Empress felt darkness take her. Thankfully, she could feel herself being transported back. She could feel that she was conscious, if only barely. And, more importantly, she felt that she was alive and away from that psycho of a brat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The House, C H A R L O T T E

She watched on as that thing crawled away, its tail between its legs. Finally, she got rid of it. She hoped that the utter thrashing she gave it would keep it away.

Now, however... She honestly wondered why she was so scared of it. She so easily managed to mortally wound it. In fact, she felt... exhilarated by what just happened. Her heart was pumping wildly from giving that thing a piece of her mind.

In a way... it felt good.

But now she had to worry about the mess she made. There was quite a lot of blood, after all. She turned away from the bed, taking a moment to look back at it. She raised the knife up a bit, as if threatening anything that could be watching.

She turned to exit her bedroom, looking down the hall. Her idiots for parents were still asleep. Good. It’ll make this easy to clean up. Being extra sure to stay quiet, she went down to the kitchen to do... something about the bloody knife. To clean it, to dispose of it, no one knows by this point. All that can be certain is no one knew of what happened. No one will remember what happened... It shouldn’t matter anymore.

That thing wouldn’t dare mess with her if it valued its life.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Subcon Inc., Empress

She got out the portal, receiving a lot of shocked looks from her colleagues.

She was bombarded with questions from a series of concerned faces.

“What the peck happened to yer!?”

“Oh goodness, are you okay?”

“What exactly happened back there?”

“Did that child manage this!?”

“How is this possible!?”

She managed to tell her story as best she could, already feeling herself start to black out. She told them how the child was acting weird. How the child jumped her and stabbed her. How the demon looked so emotionless and terrifying as they did it.

Eventually, the blood loss was too much, and she blacked out, oblivious to the world around her. The little brat was the last thing on her mind as she did it. She wouldn’t tell anyone but those closest to her... but she never felt more terrified in her life.

The portal was immediately closed off, and the child decommissioned due to the threat they posed to other monsters. Empress’s story would spread like wildfire. It eventually became a legend among monsters; a horror story for the young ones and old alike.

The story... of The One Who Fought Back...

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((I sincerely hope I didn’t botch up any lore. I really tried to incorporate as much as could and capitalize on it. However, I didn’t want to add too much. I simply wanted to give this piece of lore some life, as I found it fitting for Halloween (even though it’s November 1st at the time I’m writing this). If I got anything wrong, I’m sorry in advance!))

((If there’s anything else you want me to write anything else for ya, feel free to ask! I really want to get into story making (it’s, like, the one creative thing I could probably do; I’m not super talented imo). I’m always up for writing stories, so send me some prompts if you want!))

((Also, please feel free to add some criticisms. I want to get better at doing stuff like this. Just be sure it’s something constructive if you’re going to criticize this story.))

((Have a beautiful day! :D ))

#ahit au #monsters under the bed au #empress #fanfic #kittydoesthings #tw violence #tw blood #kinda long

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sapphoslibrary · 6 years ago

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so today, march 11, 2019, marks the anniversary of the day @ashes-and-ashes-dust-and-dust came into the world (that's my stretchable way of saying iTS ASH'S BURFDAY) and she, for reasons still unknown to all of us, wanted angst as a gift.

buttttt first imma gush about ash for a sec.

i found ash through tara's blog about two months ago and holy hecking heck i am so happy i did. i fangirled over her and all her fics, and for some reason we just... became friends sort of?? ash is the other half of the very first ship i was a part of (ashly) and she is so sweet and supportive all the dang time, and for some reason still puts up with my shit. ash, i love you so very much and hope you have the greatest birthday ever.

(huge thanks to @confunded-gryffindor for reading this through)

watching of a werewolf

Chains held him to the ceiling, dangling him from the wrists, so high his toes couldn’t reach the floor if he tried. He was fed only enough to keep him at a healthy weight, keeping him alive for reasons he didn’t know. He almost wished they’d let him die.

The neglect went on for days and days, maybe even weeks. He’d stopped counting after four. The captors didn’t even know his real name, or at least they didn’t show it. He was always it or the thing or the monster, never Remus.

A few hours before the moon rose, Remus caught his first glimpse of the captors’ son.

“Hey,” the son greeted, sounding out of breath. A chair was dragging behind him, his knuckles white where he gripped it. He set the chair down beneath Remus’s feet, the chair just tall enough that his feet could reach. The son stood on the chair behind him, standing on his toes and reaching up to undo the chains. “Fall into me if you need to.”

Remus did; as soon as his left wrist was free, he fell directly into the boy. “What are you doing?” Remus rasped. The boy picked him up fully, holding him, the most gentle arms he’d ever been in. The boy stepped down from the chair, setting Remus back down on it.

“I’m sorry, Remus. You’ll be out of here soon, I promise,” the boy said, deflecting the question. He proceeded to help Remus sit upright, then clamp his hands down to the chair, the metal cuffs barely touching his wrists. Even in his state, Remus could see the pain on the boy’s face, and he caught himself wondering if he’d been threatened.

Remus moaned as the boy flicked his wand and spikes dug into his wrists and ankles where the clamps were, digging deep into his flesh. The boy bit his lip as Remus winced. “I’m sorry they’re doing this to you, I really am. The moon goes up in fifty eight minutes, then they’ll let you go.”

“Mm. How do you know?” Remus asked, at this point not believing he’d ever be freed. He’d likely never admit it, but he was scared. As the boy opened his mouth to reply, the woman captor yelled from the other room.

“Hurry up, boy! We haven’t got all night!” Remus was wondering if the son had a name at all at this point; no one ever seemed to use it. Anytime he heard anyone speaking to him, he was called boy.

The boy moaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. “I have my ways. Gotta go. Coming, mother!” he yelled back, sounding for all the world like he hated his mum as much as Remus hated her. Remus couldn’t blame him.

Not twenty minutes later, the door opened again, and the father stepped through.

“What now?” Remus moaned, unable to hold it back. If he was going to die in a few hours anyway, why would he need to hold back? He couldn’t deny his impending mortality anymore. Even though the son had told him they’d let him go once they were finished, he knew it wasn’t true.

The father sneered, using his wand to set up the small box on the wall - a camera. “You’d better watch it, boy. You want to enjoy the rest of the night, don’t you? Don’t make me take away your comfort,” he said. Remus snorted, leaning his head back.

“Sorry, what comfort? There are spikes in my wrists, sir.” Remus was really pushing his luck and he knew it.

“Oh, I can make it much worse, kid. You are pretty lucky,” the father replied cruelly. He flicked his wand toward Remus, hitting him with a shocking curse. Remus groaned but refused to scream, refusing to give him the satisfaction. The father slipped out, leaving Remus blissfully alone again.

As the moon rose over the manor, Remus felt the usual pains of transforming, except they were a million times worse due to the restraints. His bones rubbed against each other, popping out of their proper places, tearing through his skin. Hands turned to claws, and he was able to tear through the metal restraints, freeing his arms.

Everyone was watching from upstairs and Remus knew it. That thought carried over to the wolf’s mind, as his last thought before transforming always did, leaving the wolf feeling exposed and scared.

The wolf tore itself to shreds, scratching the metal walls of the room he was stuck in, clawing at the magically locked door. Even as the wolf, he wanted to get out of this place, to get back home with his family. And so, most of the moon was spent scratching the door, trying to find any way to free himself from the arms of his horrible captors. He just wanted out.

When Remus turned back to a human, he felt worse than he had in years. He laid on the floor, curled in a tight ball, his breathing heavy and raspy. The silence was painful; he was so used to soft voices fussing about him, helping him.

Minutes later, Remus heard a voice from just outside the room. “That is all we need. Sirius, take the thing out to the pit. If it fights, you may use magic. You are expected back within ten minutes, no more than that,” the woman instructed cruelly. Remus heard the son gasp, then a loud slap.

“Yes, mother,” the boy - Sirius, apparently - muttered. Remus closed his eyes. He thought of how upset his parents must be, how they must be looking for him, how they’ll never get his body back once he’s killed. How broken they’ll be. They fought tooth and nail to be able to keep him alive, they had to steal supplies because they couldn’t keep up stable jobs. And it was all in vain, because here he was, at age of eighteen, about to be killed.

The door eased open, creaking a bit as the boy slipped in, a rope attached to his belt. Remus saw him flick his wand toward the camera, breaking it. “I’m not here to hurt you. You’ve got to trust me, mate,” the boy whispered, his voice barely audible.

Remus nodded, knowing he had no other choice. He let the boy drape the rope over his head, tightening it a little bit around his neck. He undid the metal clamps around Remus’s wrists and ankles, discreetly healing the holes made by the spikes. He offered Remus his hand, pulling him up.

“Lean on me if you need to.” Sirius wrapped the rope around his wrist, pulling Remus through the living room where the rest of the family sat. The dirty looks they shot Remus were ones unlike he’d ever seen before.

Sirius led him out the sliding glass door in the back, out the fence and into what looked like the air conditioning unit, but Remus knew it wasn’t. “You have so much more to do with your life, so much longer to live, and I won’t be the one who takes that away from you.” Sirius’s voice was firm and slightly… pained? Or maybe that was just what Remus heard.

“This is going to be uncomfortable, but hold onto me. I’m getting us out of here.” As soon as he knew Remus was secure, Sirius turned on his heel, Apparating away from the house he hated now more than ever.

They landed in the bathroom of Sirius’s flat, the only part of the house with no protective wards. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. We’re safe,” Sirius assured gently as Remus fell into him.

“Where are… where are we?” Remus’s voice was raspy from disuse. Sirius shook his head and used the knife in his pocket to carefully cut the rope from around Remus’s neck, giving Remus an instant sense of relief.

“My flat. C’mon, let’s get you healed, then we’ll decide where to go from here, yeah?” Sirius grabbed Remus’s arm, pulling it around his shoulders, and led him to the couch in the den.

“Stay here, I’ll be back in a few.” Sirius came back a few minutes later with his small first aid kit. Remus was in the same position he’d left him in, curled up with his head on the arm of the couch, his arm draped over his stomach.

Sirius helped Remus up into a sitting position, leaning him against the back of the couch. Remus closed his eyes. “Thank you for…” Remus paused. “Not killing me.” Sirius chuckled lightly, pulling his wand out from his sleeve and opening the first aid kit.

“It’s no problem, mate. Let’s assess the damage, shall we?” Sirius pulled Remus’s ripped and dirty jacket off carefully, throwing it down on the couch beside him.

Remus’s whole torso was bruised and scarred, some fresh cuts littered here and there. Sirius healed those easily with his wand, pulling out a bandage for the one larger cut on his hip. He taped a piece of the bandage down to the wound and slipped a bit of cotton inside.

“What did they want from me?” Remus finally asked tiredly, staying as still as possible, letting Sirius heal him.

“They want to rid the world of werewolves, think they’re harmful to the wizarding world, wanted video to prove it.” Sirius decided it would be pointless to sugar coat, opting to tell all. Remus moaned a bit, and Sirius continued. “My father works for the Ministry, so he has access to all the registry papers. He stole them, and found you.” Sirius kept his explanation short, focusing more on healing the lacerations all over Remus’s body.

Remus sighed quietly. “‘Course,” he breathed. “So why are you helping me?” Remus opened his eyes, suddenly untrusting. Sirius shrugged, gently pushing Remus back down. He cut the side of Remus’s khaki pants, exposing more bruising running up and down his leg.

“Because I have basic human decency,” Sirius answered simply, shrugging and working on healing the bruises. “And I believe everyone deserves a chance, no matter what, and people with lycanthropy are no exception.” People with lycanthropy. Remus didn’t know why that sounded so nice.

Sirius let Remus search his eyes for a lie because he knew he wouldn’t find one.

At this point, Remus was fully convinced this boy was not the son of those awful people. This boy was sincere, he was good. “Thank you,” Remus repeated. He knew he shouldn’t be so trusting of this stranger, but he was. If Sirius wanted him dead, he would’ve killed him.

“With pleasure, mate. I’ve healed everything I can, you need to eat and rest now,” Sirius instructed, his voice firm but gentle. He sat on the other side of the couch, giving Remus his space.

“I need to tell my parents I’m safe. They must be so worried, Sirius, I need them to know I’m alright,” Remus pleaded. He moved closer to Sirius subconsciously.

“Remus, we can’t. Not yet. They’ll be watching my floo, it’s too dangerous. And anyway, I don’t think it’s safe for you to live in that house. My parents will be able to find you if it’s the house you lived in at the time you were registered,” Sirius explained. Remus made a noise that sounded like a mix between a sigh and a groan and leaned his head back.

“What the hell am I meant to do, then? Just let them think I’m dead for the rest of their lives?” Remus knew he shouldn’t be taking his frustrations out on the boy who’d just saved his life, but he was.

“Please calm down, mate. I promise you, I’ll find some way to contact your family before the end of the day. But for now, you need to sleep,” Sirius soothed, his voice gentle. He hesitantly laid his hand on Remus’s comfortingly, barely touching him. Surprisingly, Remus didn’t pull away.

“I… I’m sorry.” Remus closed his eyes. He turned his hand over, gripping Sirius’s with what little strength he had.

“Don’t. It’s okay.” Sirius closed his eyes briefly, then stood, releasing Remus’s hand. “Let’s get you in bed, yeah? Can you walk?” Remus opened his eyes and shrugged, getting shakily to his feet.

“Guess we’re about to find out,” Remus breathed out, his voice slightly pained. Sirius wrapped his arm around Remus’s shoulders, realizing that no, he couldn’t walk. He led him down the hall, keeping his pace slow so Remus could keep up. It took some time, but they got to Sirius’s room, to the comfort of his bed.

Sirius let Remus down onto the unmade bed. It definitely wasn’t the most luxurious bed in the world, but it was a bed nonetheless, and it was definitely better than hanging from chains. He hoped Remus saw it that way as well.

“Hope you don’t mind it’s a bit messy in here. I wasn’t really expecting company, y’know,” Sirius said, a bit sheepishly.

“No, it’s fine, you should see my room at home. Looks like a tornado ran through it, honestly,” Remus joked lightly, leaning back against the pillow. He weakly pulled the heavy comforter over himself. “Thanks again, for everything. I really do owe you one.”

Sirius brushed the grateful comment off again. “Dude, don’t worry about it. Just rest, yeah? I’ll make us some food and tea while you sleep, then we’ll decide where to go from here,” he assured gently. Remus nodded and Sirius ran his hand through Remus’s hair once.

“Thanks,” Remus repeated, his eyes slipping shut. Sirius chuckled softly and shook his head.

“G’night, Remus.” With that, Sirius slipped out of the room, feeling so much lighter than he had in weeks.

#HAPPY BURFDAY GIRLIE #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #au #wolfstar angst #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar one shot #wolfstar drabble #writing #sirius black x remus lupin #sirius black angst #remus lupin angst #wolfstar headcanon #walburga black #regulus black #orion black

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franeridart · 6 years ago

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what program/brushes do you use for your art? it's so damn pretty

Easy Paint tool SAI and the default pen/brush/marker tools, mostly! and thank you!!! ;^;

Anon said:When I was a kid I would've had a crush on Akane

HECK that’s such a compliment!! Thank you!!!

Anon said:Couldn't Akane technically Control/move Kiri's hair since it's dyed? I mean it's like his hair is stained meaning it's not alive! so Akane finally warms up to him and messes with him or plays with his hair?

She can and she did! I drew her doing just that both in the first and in the fourth thing I posted about her! :D

Anon said:okay i don't know if this is coming through but i have just looked through your entire blog(can only go 4 years back) and let me just say you are wonderful, I absoluty LOVE how you paint/draw like its sooo pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi i cant describe it, (part 1) || like you are wonderful, I absolutely LOVE how you paint/draw like it's so pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi I can't describe it like it's absolutely Fabulous, Stunning, Amazing, Lovely and it looks so smoooooth like what????how??But anyways love your art and love you keep being Amazing! (part 2)

AH GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! This is such a sweet ask to get TT^TT (and you can only go 4 years back because the blog is 4 years old! Can’t believe you actually went through it all!!)

Anon said:I really love your art style and your comics are so cute and I love how you draw older Bakugou and Kirishima!! It’s all so wonderful! Thank you for sharing it with everyone!

Oh man thank you!! ;;; I’m so happy yo know you like them!!!!!! TTOTT

Anon said:the level of FLUFF and KOOKIENESS and SOFT and MARSHMALLOW and MY HEART CAN'T TOOK THIS IS is so much I could die.

PLEASE DON’T DIE I LOVE YOU !!!!!

Anon said:I love everything about Akane's au. Her, her interactions with Bakugou, how she dislikes Kirishima but is beginning to warm up to him, the boys' aged-up designs. Everything. It's all amazing. Thank you for bringing it into my life!

Nggghhhhhhhh no anon thank you for liking her!!!!

Anon said:Currently procrastinating on my essay to go through your blog because it de-stresses me and I love your art so much like seriously h e l p

GAH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! /////

Anon said:There's something I'm not understand in your AU children kiribaku. She adopted by bakugo or she is a kid bakugou have with someone. ( I'm really really sorry for my English )

Adopted!

Anon said:Your comics are so cute and funny! I'm loving the story with Akane, the last update was great! I really like the way you draw the characters, like your style is so nice. Thanks for making my day better with your art!

G o d thank you So Much!!!!!!

Anon said:Akane is adorable, and I absolutely love the comics that you upload of her, but also on top of that your mohawk Bakugo has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and brought me back from the dead at LEAST twice.

I’M REAL GLAD TO HEAR THAT because mohawk Bakugou owns my whole soul and it’s nice to know I’m not alone in that hahaha

Anon said:What are some ways Akane messes with Kiri (or used to) when he wears red clothes? Does she often do that? Does she do it when Baku's not home, or when he is so that she can hammer in just how much she dislikes Kiri? Has she ever done anything major that caused her to be really reprimanded by Baku, but being the best person in the world Kiri did not get angry?

She really only ever gets pissy (or used to! they’re starting to get along better !!!) at Kiri when she feels jealous for whatever reason, and that doesn’t happen as often as it seems through my doodles, so it’s not like she’s always antagonistic towards him! Mostly she just ignores him, so no, it doesn’t happen often at all! And she’s never gone further than messing his hair up or tugging a bit at his clothes, since she doesn’t have the strength to move Kiri all that much haha the only reason she managed to have him fall the first time was because he was balancing already, but generally Kiri weighs way too much for her to move him around or pull at the red stuff he’s wearing enough for him to notice it all that much

anyway, Baku never reprimended her for it - not more than he did in the first comic I posted with them, at least, specifically because the damage she can make is so minor that Kiri and Baku barely consider it something to tell her off for... if she were ever to act that way towards someone she might actually hurt (say, a kid her own age) then Baku might reprimend her more seriously, but as long as she’s just tugging at Kiri’s clothes they don’t see it as anything worth fighting her over :D

Anon said:Just sent an ask, so forgive me for this one, but I'd love to get this straight: in the Akane AU Kiri and Baku graduated and share an apartment, are madly into each other, but they neither has made a move on the other yet? Perhaps that should be sad, but it's 100% adorable.

I know I shouldn’t say this as I made the au myself, but I find the arrangement pretty dang adorable too haha they act like a married couple anyway, so it’s like... pining while the rest of the world already considers them an item? and the pining is mostly about stuff like ahhhh I wanna tell him I love him or ahhhhhh god I wanna kiss him, but then they’ll fall asleep on the couch together or hold hands just for the hell of it or cook for each other or make plans that always involve each other and all in all act as each other’s partner, so it’s mostly just like *Kaminari voice* “God these oblivious idiots” hahaha

Anon said:That latest Akane comic melted my heart like you often do. Though for a moment, I expected Eijirou to say "I don't want Katsuki to be my dad, I want him to be my daddy" XD Though that would not sound like him. Props for his adorable interactions with Scarlet Death Queen Witch.

Anon you don’t get it that’s exactly why I had him say “be his son” instead of “be my dad” LMAO it was like, a conscious wording decision hahaha thank you so much for liking my girl, btw!!!

Anon said:Fran! I was just wondering if you would be willing to post your Demon Kiri and Angel Baku art on Redbubble? I'd love to buy a print of it!! Totally understand if not. Also your newer Akane comics are killing me, they're so damn cute!! So yeah love you and your beautiful art! Hope you have an awesome year!!

I CAN TRY I think I did try last time I updated my rb? But the format of the pic made it hard to use it for a lot of things so I gave up??? I can try again tho!!! Thank you for being interested in buying it!!! And thank you for liking Akane too!!!!!

Anon said:is katsuki and kirishima not together in the adopted child comics or is there gonna be a plot to them getting together? 👀

I’m not really writing anything cohesive for it so I wouldn’t call it a plot point, but yeh they still aren’t together! And I wanna have them get to the point in which they are together!!! :D

Anon said:I'm gonna die why do you do this with your adorable art my god

PLEASE!!!!! DON’T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Your Akane + KiriBaku comics are adorable and I love the relationships that exist between them. I can't wait to see more of them!

Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!! I hope I won’t disappoint!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I love your art so much!! Especially the little Akane au (so freaking cute!!!!). Random question: if you’ve ever seen Lucifer, who do you think would fit his character? Have an awesome day!

I haven’t seen it, sorry :((( but thank you for liking my girl!!!!!!

Anon said:I apologize if this has already been thought of but i feel as though when akane gets older and if she decides to be a hero, part of her costume could include useful red objects mayhaps?? Such as a shield or daggers or handcuffs so if there’s a lack of red around her she isn’t in a complete ditch. But i love your work sm ahhh💕💕

Yes!!! That’s the plan!!!!! I don’t think I’ll ever draw a teen version of her character but I MIGHT mention this idea in the current timeline, I like the idea so much TT^TT

Anon said:Hey there, I am absolutely obsessed with Akane like I love her so much wow but anyways I was wondering if you've ever drawn tododeku/ will in the future?

Thank you!!!! And I have drawn them in the past (under my tododeku tag!) and I might draw them again in the future, though currently I’m in a pretty big izu//ocha mood so I dunno when that will happen!

Anon said:I love your art so much like??? Help???

THANK YOU TTATT

Anon said:Y'know it could be gayer c'mon

This ask has been in my inbox for 17 days and I still don’t know what it means ??? but I laughed a lot when I got it so thank you anon and yes, definitely, everything could always be gayer that’s just how the world goes

Anon said:I swear you drew an older version of the krbk kids and it wasn't a fever dream I'm currently frantically searching through your blog rn help

I DID that post is CURSED anon, you can look it up through any of the tags I used to tag it and it won’t show up it won’t and I don’t know why!! I always lose it exactly because of this reason I have zero idea why it does this but??? okay I guess???????????

anyway if you still want it it’s here

Anon said:If Akane can control red things, does she low-key also have control over things that are pink and orange depending on how reddish in hue they are? I love her btw. Such a smol bean who could probably kick my ass!

What a good question you got there!! She has control over everything that has a color that falls in the red wavelength of the visible spectrum - that does include certain tones of pink and certain tones of orange, but there’s a point where orange gets too yellow or pink gets too white that her powers stop working. As long as the red in the color is more than any other hue, though, her powers work!

Anon said: im just imagining if baku takes akane with him when he is going to work and is there with kiri and akane help kiri with his hair bc she is suffering when he tries to style it himself

Once they start getting along better Akane and Kiri actually start helping each other with their hair! They’re both very particular about it so they understand each other as far as that topic goes haha

Anon said:Hi I just wanted to say I’m really enjoying what you are doing in your latest drawing. The contrast with the thick sketchy lines and the thinner crisp ones and the spaces that have no defined line! It’s cool to see you experiment with your line work while staying true to your natural style! Sorry if this came off weird but I love seeing talented artists try pushing the boundaries of their style it’s really visually/conceptually interesting! :)

AH MAN thank you so much I’m so happy to know you like that tool TT^TT it’s really super comfy to use, so it’s nice to know someone finds it visually appealing too!!! thank you!!!!!

Anon said:Is there any chance you could make a masterpost of the aus you do? It's a lot to scroll down to the beginning of a concept u have sometimes and it can be unclear when they start

They all have a tag they’re under, tho? If I’ve made more than one post about them! I have so many AUs going around that making a masterpost with all of them is a bit... mostly so since I don’t know for how many I’ll actually go back on! But if the tags don’t really work for you (generally the link is gonna look like https://franeridart.tumblr.com/tagged/[here goes the tag]/chrono to have it in chronological order) then I can try? I can’t promise I’ll find a comfortable way to do this, tho orz sorry!

Anon said:This might be an odd ask but does Akane like Jirou? I feel like they would get along really well. And how about her grandma Mitsuki? Since she takes after Katsu who takes after her, they could make an adorably angry trio

She hasn’t spent much time with Jirou yet so right now she’s mostly meh about her (though right now she only actually likes Bakugou, and she’s warming up to Kiri, but that’s about it). She doesn’t mind Mitsuki, but she hasn’t spent too long with her either! She yells a bit too much at her dad tho, which Akane isn’t particularly fond of (protective bean that she is, she doesn’t get that that’s just their way of communicating just yet), so out of her grandparents she prefers Masaru, after all~

#fran answers #a bunch of asks i had forgotten about after closing the inbox!!!#jesus im a disaster #i was sure i had a couple asks more in here but i can't find them so...???#ah well #either way i'm sorry these took so long my brain is seriously all over the place lately #go d s #anonymous

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stephicness · 6 years ago

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What do you think of the way some of the xv fans handled the verum rex thing? I saw that one blog had kind of called them out and I'm glad about that

Well, as a FFXV fan myself – and one who went through not only KH’s long wait, but also FFXV’s massive wait too – I actually found it rather fun that Nomura was able to slip in something as majestic as the Verum Rex trailer into the game. At first, I was absent-mindedly waiting for the boring intro dialogue to appear in the game to introduce Toy Box, but then I suddenly look up and goes ‘What the fuck? Visual Works?!’ I dropped my phone and burst out laughing because that commercial was so try-hard compared to the rest of the game.

But funnily enough, it didn’t dawn on me the FF Versus XIII comparisons until I came onto Tumblr. Silly to think about, considering that I was there from the very first E3 reveal when Versus XIII was a concept along side Final Fantasy XIII. I ended up looking again and then I began to see the influences of what Versus XIII was in what Verum Rex showcased in that commercial.

Supposedly, it was Nomura’s ‘screw you’ to Square Enix for leaving Versus in developmental hell, and I honestly don’t blame him for that. Nomura’s already been pretty open about how disgruntled he was having to leave the project, but it was for the better, I feel…

I have a more detail explanation below the KEEP READING, since I love rambling more than a monologue Xemnas and Xigbar combined. So kick back with a cold one, and get ready for me rambling. c:

Though a starting statement/summary before you go into this: I like Verum Rex. I like FFXV. I like Kingdom Hearts. I don’t like the ridicule and blame game being put on everyone and anyone.

For me, I don’t feel this is necessarily Nomura lashing out for the sake of lashing out/spite. So FFXV fans being grumpy over the Verum Rex trailers – despite their bitterness over Versus XIII being lost in developmental hell – is kind of not justified, kinda is? Despite it not being an official game, Versus XIII/Verum Rex is technically still Nomura’s ideas and concepts. And I dunno about you, but modifying an old idea and shaping it into a new idea truly isn’t anything unheard of. I know I like to do it myself with OCs, re-purposing them into new stories/concepts if they didn’t have much use before and all. Nomura, I feel, had the right to do so, considering that he was pretty much one of the main honchos to write, design, create Versus XIII before Square executives took the project from him.

Perhaps a rather unpopular opinion overall, but I actually think that it was good that Nomura was taken off the project. And no, I’m not saying Square violating Nomura’s right to his characters and creative ideas was right. What I mean mostly is that with Nomura being taken from Versus XIII/XV to focus on Kingdom Hearts was a good idea. The sheer scale and promise for both games from two of Square’s most massive franchises is overwhelming in general for one person to manage and oversee completely. And despite me respecting Nomura and his ungodly skill at game design and art, it’s alot of pressure over all. Heck, I can barely handle designing the one game I’ve been trying to get together. But he was given two major titles to try creating? That’s alot of pressure overall.

And that’s why the two games took so long to begin with, I feel. Versus/XV and KH3 were both in developmental hell, and – from the gossip I recall – Square Enix didn’t even want to keep pushing on with Final Fantasy Versus/XV. Nomura, as much as he wanted to keep it alive, couldn’t be the one to do it when Kingdom Hearts was a bigger priority to Square.

So that’s where I think Tabata came in. Not to steal Nomura’s thunder or characters or concept, but he stepped in to make sure that the Final Fantasy title people have been waiting for would finally be released. Kingdom Hearts 3 for sure was going to be released, but FFXV could have died six years ago were it not for the hard decision to keep FFXV alive – at the expense of the four years of prior concepts being scrapped.

It sucks when your idea is ultimately discarded for a reason beyond your control – or outside meddling too – so I don’t blame Nomura and his spite. But at the same time, instead of viewing it as nothing more than a revenge trailer/easter egg to get back at Square, I like to imagine it more as Nomura re-channeling ‘old OCs’ and plot points to fit it into something that, you know, actually works for everyone – especially him and the ideas he wanted to bring to life before Square Enix made him focus on one project.

If anything, I feel like Tabata was given the short end of the stick in all of this too. And before you guys get on me for being a Final Fantasy XV apologist or… Whatever the term is… I’m not, by any means, saying that FFXV is a superior game over KH3. I know XV has its flaws and strengths, just as KH3 has flaws and strengths too. But I feel like people don’t give Tabata enough credit for, you know, trying to make what he was given work, so both games wouldn’t have to suffer such insane developmental periods and hells. He was basically thrown into a dying project and was expected to revitalize it with characters that weren’t his, a plot that he didn’t establish entirely himself, and a world that he couldn’t really modify after Square’s notorious habit of releasing trailers way too early for their own good.

If Tabata was allowed to start from scratch with his own timeframe and plot, and give everything that Nomura worked on back to him, you probably would have gotten an amazing game then too – and one that would have annihilated your feels, because Tabata (still not over Type-0 and it’s damn opening…!).

But I feel like regardless of my defense of FFXV, it doesn’t matter. Because regardless of the comparisons between what Versus XIII and FFXV has and what Verum Rex became, it’s not either of them. Verum Rex is Nomura’s idea, just re-purposed because of how passionate the man is for his game. People should be pleased with the fact that instead of one game or the other dying to developmental hell, we were able to get both. And getting Verum Rex – whether as a bonus in Kingdom Hearts or as its own concept in the future – should be a bonus too!

I think the only thing to blame for the conflict overall is Square’s terrible way of over-hyping things to the point of disappointment, and the people that Square, unfortunately, made bitter and saddened with their actions…

#asks #dear anon #kingdom hearts #final fantasy xv #kh #ffxv #verum rex #kh3 spoilers #kingdom hearts iii

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ssminibang · 6 years ago

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Suggested "The Sea" prompts for your convenience!

Not sure what to draw for the Senshi & Shitennou Reverse Mini Bang 2019? Well, lucky for you we have a heck of a lot of prompts!

By the way, sign ups for Artists and Authors will remain open until Sunday 31 March 2019! Just go to our blog and click on the useful links in the description for more information! (We’re not using links here because Tumblr won’t let the post appear in searches if we do 😭)

Beach volleyball

She sells seashells by the sea shore

"The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea." - Isak Dinesen

Sandcastles

Shipwreck, alternatively “Ship To Wreck” - Florence + The Machine

Lighthouse

Siren song

"But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls." - Kahlil Gibran

Pirates, Buccaneers and Privateers, alternatively, Ching Shih (aka Cheng I Sao)

(S)he's a shark!

Canon ball

“That figurehead on the prow is beautiful!”

Sports Illustrated, Swimsuit Edition

Unleash the Kraken!, alteratively, Legendary sea creatures/sea monsters

"A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea." - Honore De Balzac

Moonlight skinny-dipping

Swimming with the dolphins

“Some people long for a life that is simple and planned / Tied with a ribbon / Some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land / To follow what's written / But I'd follow you to the great unknown / Off to a world we call our own.” - The Greatest Showman

Tropical vacation getaway

"A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor." - Franklin D. Roosevelt

Marooned

"I slathered on SPF 75 every hour, faithfully, and still cooked like an oversized fucking lobster."

Surfing

Palm trees

“A frog in a well does not know the great sea.” - Zhuangzi

The Spanish Armada

Message in a bottle

Thalassophobia

"Just keep swimming" - Finding Nemo

“Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini” - Brian Hyland

“Consider the subtleness of the sea; how its most dreaded creatures glide under water, unapparent for the most part, and treacherously hidden beneath the loveliest tints of azure. Consider also the devilish brilliance and beauty of many of its most remorseless tribes, as the dainty embellished shape of many species of sharks. Consider, once more, the universal cannibalism of the sea; all whose creatures prey upon each other, carrying on eternal war since the world began. Consider all this; and then turn to the green, gentle, and most docile earth; consider them both, the sea and the land; and do you not find a strange analogy to something in yourself? For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half-known life. God keep thee! Push not off from that isle, thou canst never return!” - Herman Melville

"Only An Ocean Away” - Celtic Garden cover of Sarah Brightman

Sex On The Beach

Sea shanty, alternatively, “Cardiff Rose” - Roger McGuinn

The Age of Exploration

Tantallon Castle

Merpeople

Saint Emlo’s Fire

“Plenty more fish in the sea”

Namma, Mesopotamian goddess of the Cosmic Ocean.

Pearls

Stowaway

The long journey home

“A ship should not ride on a single anchor, nor life on a single hope” - Epictetus

Tying knots

"Time and tide wait for no man.” - Geoffrey Chaucer

"The whole business of love is to drown in the sea." - Rumi

Smuggling/trafficking

Beach glass and driftwood

“Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?" - Shakespeare

"His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed." - Dean Koontz

"Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink.” - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Washed up ashore

“I need you like water in my lungs.”

Go with the flow

Creatures of the deep, alternatively, “With its untold depths, couldn't the sea keep alive such huge specimens of life from another age, this sea that never changes while the land masses undergo almost continuous alteration? Couldn't the heart of the ocean hide the last–remaining varieties of these titanic species, for whom years are centuries and centuries millennia?” - Jules Verne

You are my true north

With only the stars to guide us

The mournful cry of seagulls

“Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, / even so I will endure… / For already have I suffered full much, / and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. / Let this be added to the tale of those.” - Homer

Cruise ship shenanigans

“Well, someone's feeling salty about something, hmm?”

“Join the navy, see the world!”

“In a sea of faces, I always look for yours."

"Missing you comes in waves, and tonight, I'm drowning."

Hidden depths

“It’s called ‘wayfinding’, Princess. It’s not just sails and knots, it’s seeing where you’re going in your mind. Knowing where you are by knowing where you’ve been.” - Moana

"I followed the waves to you." - Melissa Auf Der Maur

If you put a conch shell up to your ear, you can hear the sound of the ocean.

Drifting away

Interesting/creepy discoveries while scuba diving

"The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its close, soft embrace." - Kate Chopin

"The sea is as close as we come to another world." - Anne Stevenson

Storming the beach at Normandy

As faithful as the tides, alternatively, "Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away." - Sarah Kay

Feast of the Seven Fishes

“Heart of the Ocean" - Gaelic Storm

"This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, / Sails the unshadowed main,— / The venturous bark that flings / On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings / In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, / And coral reefs lie bare, / Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair." - Oliver Wendell Holmes

Sand between your toes, alternatively, Sitting under a big umbrella with sand between your toes and a trashy romance novel

"Go jump off a cliff, preferably into shark-infested waters, asshole!"

“Uh, who is the ship named after, Captain?”

The palaces and treasures of the Dragon Kings (Chinese mythology see Journey to the West by Wu Cheng’en)

The Bermuda Triangle

The Four Winds and the Seven Seas

Between Scylla and Charybdis

"It was many and many a year ago /I n a kingdom by the sea..." - Edgar Allan Poe

Starfish and Sea Horses

Steampunk ocean travel

"Red Sky at night, Sailors delight; Red Sky in the morning, Sailors take warning."

Ship's cat

A hasty shipboard marriage, alternatively, "(S)he has a girl/guy in every port."

Ghost Ship

Shore Leave antics, alternatively, Yacht party

Quaint coastal towns

Ship in a bottle

The Lost City of Atlantis

View through the spyglass

"Come unto these yellow sands, / And then take hands / Curtsied when you have and kissed" - Shakespeare

Sea Noir: “There's not much to do on the open sea. Play cards and bet away your last dollar, the shirt off your back. Pray for good weather. Work, day in, day out. Sing it again, Sailor. Maybe this time, the gods will take mercy on us. Maybe someday, we'll make it home.”

May Day! May Day!

#prompt list #ssrevmb19 #sea #sailor moon #senshi #shitennou #thank you caffeineivore!!!!#(she helpfully provided the prompts)#use or ignore they're just here to help and inspire!

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journeywithmo · 5 years ago

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Obedience

For me I’m a little bit of a private person. I don’t like a lot of people in my business. I tell what I want to tell to who I want to know it. For one I don’t like being judged so my business is mine. Secondly, I don’t want anybody feeling like they have one up. Thirdly, I don’t want anybody using my words against me or have any ammunition to hurt me. But with saying yes to God I must become open; I must put my reservations to the side. So here I am letting yall in on my life. Being as open and forthcoming with yall that I can be. I knew it would get to a point where we would get deep and I would have to tell some of my secrets, but I didn’t think it would be this soon. Shoot we just met each other a week ago. I was thinking we would take baby steps first, but the thing about God is everything is on his time. The only thing we can do is prepare ourselves for that time and most importantly Obey his word when the time does come. Look at me, ready and willing to share my story with ya’ll so that you can obey when he calls and not be like me and learn the hard way. Now before we get into me telling my story I want yall to know the meaning of obedience.

Obedience- Compliance with an order; request, or law or SUBMISSION to another’s authority.

So now you have a clear understanding of what that word means let’s get into me telling yall all my business. So, we all know that this blogging thang was given to me by God. I also told yall that before he gave me this vision, he gave me another one. We’ll call that one SCS for now. He gave me this idea mid-February. I began doing my research on it for the next week or so just ready to dive into this thing God had called me to do. Slowly but surely, I started to get distracted. I started hanging more, partying my life away and drinking like a fish! In result the idea altogether got neglected. One day at work I started drinking with one of my homeboys, which was nothing out of the ordinary. One pint turned into two pints and two pints turned into a fifth. After the second pint I knew I was drunk, but I couldn’t stop I wasn’t done “having fun” right. So, on lunch I went to the store and got a fifth of Hennessy. I went back to work and drank the bottle with my homeboys in what I’m told less than 10 minutes. You’d think I had enough right? Wrong! We got off work early on this day and went over to the bar across the street and drank some more. Fast forward to a couple hours later, because I was blacked out and couldn’t remember anything. I’m standing outside of my car talking to a police officer and doing a sobriety test, which I failed miserably. After failing that I was put in the back of a police car and taken to jail where I had to sleep it off for 8 hours. Now while all of this is happening to me. Both of my sisters are calling my phone, which is dead, now they are at house waiting for me to walk in at any moment but of course I never make it. Six o’clock in the morning rolls around and my brother comes to my house to drop off my niece before he goes to work and there is still no sign of me. At this point everybody is worried, concerned and just scared because imagine not hearing from you loved one for 12 plus hours. Not knowing if they are okay, not knowing where to look, not knowing if they are dead or alive. Just the feeling of being helpless. I believe I was released from jail at 10:00am and that’s when I finally called my sisters to come get me. Some would ask the question “Why didn’t you call anybody?” I was pilt okay. Talking about through. I blew a .19 which in legal terms is super drunk. After being released from jail I had to go get my car out of the impound. My brand-new car that I prayed for and worked hard to get out of an impound. I get my car and I barely recognize it, the front bumper is hanging off on one side and completely missing on the other side. My trunk was smashed in and the inside of my car was full of throw up. I literally broke down right then and there. I was filled with embarrassment, hurt, disappointment and shame. I was like how the heck did I get here how did I do this? Remember I told you I was blacked out so I couldn’t remember much? Well after going to court and reading the police report. I was driving and a car saw me weaving in and out of traffic hitting different things. The car followed me from Bloomfield to Novi never leaving me until I decided to pull into an empty CVS parking lot and sleep. She then called the police on me and that’s how they found me. Now just to let you all know. I work in Warren, MI I live in Southfield, MI and on a normal day that ride is about 15-20 minutes. Bloomfield and Novi are about another 15-20 minutes away from my home. Therefore, I was drunk driving for about a good 30-40 minutes before realizing I couldn’t do it anymore. I was sentenced to a year of probation, I must randomly do drug and alcohol testing once a week, I have an intermission interlock on my car. For those who don’t know that’s the device in which you have to blow into before starting your car so it can detect if any alcohol is present. I must complete 6 weeks of substance abuse counseling (which I finished), go to 20 AA meetings, do 25 hours of community service and some weekend program, in which I can’t remember the name of. I cried when I got sentenced, I was embarrassed and just feeling like why me? People do it all the time I see It on Instagram every day! So why me? It wasn’t until the other day that it dawned on me why. God gave me a vision, he told me to do something and I disregarded everything that he said and started doing my own thing, so he had to get me in alignment one way or another. The words “obedience is better than sacrifice” played in my head and it all made sense. When God tells you to do something you have to do it there’s no other way around it. You can either do it his way or your way, but it has to be done. Had he not sat me down I would not have been doing this, I would have not started school, I would not be getting baptized tomorrow. I feel like in this last quarter of the year God is having his way he is doing everything he wants to do. Rather you like it or not it’s going to be done. Take it from me sister it’s so much better if you go ahead and do it his way. In this month the word Gratitude is the only thing I can use to describe how I feel. I’m grateful that God shook me up just enough and still spared my life. I’m grateful that even when I threw in the towel, he never stopped fighting, I’m grateful that his will over my life is greater than any force in this world. I’m grateful that he loves me enough to discipline me, I’m grateful that when I gave up on myself, he still believed in me, I’m grateful that he handcrafted me in my mother’s belly and handpicked me to carry out his works. I’m grateful that he is who he says he is and that he never switched up on me.

Luke 11:28 But he said, Yea rather, Blessed are they that hear the word of God, and keep it.

Now that I have been walking in obedience and according to the word of the Lord my life is at peace, I’m lighter, free, and less fearful. Sister do what God has called you to do because if he called you, he has equipped you. No matter what distractions come your way stay focus on the promise stay focus on the vision. If he called, you to it he can get you through it. Stay obedient, stay inspired and stay focus.

I believe in you; I support you and I love you!

#Girlonajourney JourneywithMo BrownGirlswhoblog purposeledpassionfilled soulsearchingSunday Obedience GodsChild HealwithMo

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pevchaya-i-knyaz · 6 years ago

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Alive

After a century ofc. But you know what? Part of me still doesn’t wanna come back. Honestly, I feel like I screwed over my mainverse... Plus, my new workplace is barely giving me time off; my last day off was Monday and I won’t have another one till Thursday (which will be used to get my dog neutered and shots renewed). So what will be the fate of this blog? I don’t know tbh... I was never really that social to begin with, I’m pretty much a cryptid but less cool. I don’t know if anyone would want to interact with these OCs if I do start over. I do wanna keep my Karelian research masterpost available to those who would be interested, so I’m not deleting especially since that info is so scarce.

I don’t know, so if you made it this far reading, could you give me ideas on how to improve these character? Heck, how do I need to improve myself, other than try to be more social? I wanna be more than tolerable as an rp partner

#kinda negative I guess #ooc #life update #it's less how do I socialize and more how to stop making convos either robotic or depressing #and when is it actually too late to say the thing when it seems like everyone has moved on #I don't like making people uncomfortable or ruining their fun so I tend to keep to myself even when I really do wanna be a part of it #ranting in tags forgive me

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a-slightcatchoflightning · 6 years ago

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January Thirteenth.

It’s been 365 days and it still hurts to think about it sometimes, but I think that’s normal. I was a kid, trapped in an abusive relationship with another person, 4 years older than me. I know you always hear about it on the news or horror stories from parents and teachers - and those boring presentations at school about internet safety, right?

I know it seems so distant and you know how to stay safe online, and you’d never ever give personal information away online, but it can happen and you don’t necessarily know it’s happening until it’s all too late, and then over.

This is my story, 365 days after it all ended:

They approached me around 3 years ago now, and we made friends. They were 18 and I was 13. It felt normal, they were just being friendly and we both liked Casualty.

They’d been on Tumblr for 4 years already, and they’d built up a massive fanbase - it was weird because, at the time, I was in absolute awe of them. They were good at that, making you feel like you were less than them, but I didn’t see it at the time - I was only 13 and it shouldn’t have been my job to protect myself against people like them. Dangerous people.

After a while, they followed me back and I was so excited, it felt like they’d noticed me and I’d earned some sort of special privilege from their recognition when they were such a big name in the fandom.

Around this period, I was vulnerable. I’d had a mental health crisis at age 13, started self-harming and I was diagnosed with anorexia. I’m pretty sure they were aware of my vulnerability, being a young teenager on the internet, with various background issues at the same time.

Once they followed me, they began making conversation with me occasionally, sending me songs and such. I didn’t see it at the time, but my low self-worth let me become trapped in a web as the conversations grew more frequent, and the music more depressing. I think, in hindsight, they knew I was going through a lot, and they played up to that a lot.

Slowly, they became more toxic - little things could make them fly off the handle, like if I had a therapy appointment and forgot to let them know in advance and didn’t talk to them, or lost wifi when out and about. They’d kick off arguments that would last for days and days.

Around this point, I was on a psych ward, and one day got so sick of that treatment, I fought back and said (and I remember exactly) “not everything is about you”.

They didn’t say anything back for a while, and I was almost relieved to just be able to focus on treatment for a bit. My team were pretty sure I was going to die by this point, and I was let out of the ward for one day with my parents, and a supporting charity. My kidneys kept packing up, and I was allowed to pick a place to go, sort of like a “last day” event. I chose a trip to Kew Gardens, because I wanted to see the nature and I knew my parents would be happy there.

Naturally, they decided to poke their nasty head, and started an argument. I spent the entirety of my would-be “last day” arguing with them, and then talking them down when they threatened suicide.

Fast forward a few months, and I made it through and was ready to go home. Honestly, to this day, I have no idea how my body pulled through, but here I am.

Their suicide threats were often as they could pull them off, and in October 2016, they even deleted their blog and blamed me for it, over something silly. We weren’t even dating yet, but they had me where they wanted me, and they could control me in whatever way they wanted.

On December 21st 2017, they asked me to date them. I was 14, and they were 18. I said yes, because I thought they loved me, and they promised me a million times that they “weren’t like other adults”, and that the age gap was unimportant because they loved me, and it didn’t mean anything. We first met on December 16th, just over a week before, and it had been exhilarating, being treated like that by somebody for the first time; we’d hung out all day and had a lot of fun, and even filmed ourselves and uploaded it online.

Things progressed throughout the whole of 2017, and bad things happened - things I won’t mention here, because I’m sure they aren’t the sorts of things people want to hear about online. The suicide threats, and responsibility for their breakdowns continued and continued, and while I continued to recover from the anorexia (until I was discharged in September 2017 woop!!), my anxiety grew.

I’d never ever been one to use my phone in school because they were banned, but it got to the point of having to be in contact with them 24/7, that they told me (told, not asked), to talk to them while I was at school. I was emotionally forced into being on my phone under the desk at school when we were meant to be working, and it was exhausting. By this point, I was 15 and sitting my GCSE’s a year early, and not even able to concentrate in class. I was literally responsible for keeping someone 5 years older than me alive, every moment of the day.

Once my GCSE’s were finished, I fell into a huge depressive episode that spanned the whole summer, and relapsed into ED behaviours a couple of times. It didn’t help that my partner starved themself so they could look like me (part of the reason), and I felt I always had to compare my weight to theirs because they constantly brought it up. We hung out at least once a month, and they’d make a point of not eating anything, making it emotionally impossible for me to eat anything, all the while constantly talking about how rubbish their mental health was etc etc.

When I started at sixth form, it was taking too much of a toll on me and a close friend (I won’t name) could see the relationship was wrong. They were 19 and I was 15, and exhausted. They would make me stay awake until 3am every morning, and force me to write stories pretty much every day through blackmail, and suicide threats, just so that I wouldn’t succeed with my A-levels. They were terrified of me going to university to become a doctor, because they knew I’d have to separate off from them, so they put everything in my way that they could manage.

In October 2017, they pulled what I thought was the final straw, calling me a girl, and I flipped out, spending my leave from work at my friend’s house instead of theirs to make them see what they did wrong.

They ended up making me apologise, with their emotional vice screwed tight around me, and I ended up staying over at theirs about a week later.

Things continued to go downhill from there, with them making every day a living hell with the emotional abuse left right and centre. On December 9th 2017, I broke up with them, and they called me repeatedly, every minute of every day pretty much, so my phone kept going off while on silent at college.

After four days, I got back together with them. They made me feel so embarrassed to have conceded to their abuse again that I couldn’t bring myself to tell my closest friend until December 16th, when coincidentally I was at his house with them.

Some bad things happened that weekend that I won’t detail, but after that, I fell apart.

I ignored them on and off for weeks, barely speaking to anyone truth be told, until the new year.

Once I was then back at school, it got to January 13th 2018. 365 days ago.

I was on skype to my friend, talking about how I had to wipe them out of my life by the time the February mocks came around, because I had a goal (and still do!!), and was never going to reach it with them dragging me down constantly.

I’d grown a lot since 2016, and realised that what he’d been saying all along was true, and it was wrong for a 15 year old and 19 year old to be together.

That night, I sent them a message, breaking up with them and then blocked them on every social media site I could. Since then, the police have been involved and we haven’t spoken.

I implore you, if you’ve read this, and feel you might be in a similar situation, please heed my advice. I know it can feel impossible to escape, and I know whoever it is you might be thinking of might be loving, or it could seem scary to break up with them. What if they follow through with threats? Or they find you? Or they do something bad because of you?

I promise you, the threats are all empty. And believe me, there is someone on this planet who will not only help you get through it, but who will want to help you. Heck, let it be me, I want to help you.

If you’re going through the same thing, or something similar, please speak to a teacher, or a parent/carer, or anyone you think might be able to help you. There are childline-related services in every country who can help you.

Please, if this resonates with a personal experience of yours, don’t let it get to the stage it did for me.

And if you’re an adult reading this, please for the love of god, save the kids and signal boost this.

Ollie.

#important #safety #anti map #tw abuse #tw relationship abuse #tw paedophilia #tw emotional abuse #tw 13

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devilsnwitches · 6 years ago

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SSDD - Ch4 Crack the Shell

AO3 <Link - Written by @lynxtigerwritings & Me

Tags - Alternate Universe / Canon Divergent

Pairings - Vergil-OFC / Dante-OFC / Nero-Kyrie / V-OFC / Nero-V

(idk why the heck there’s like a constant link to a blog I don’t know? just ignore it?)

He didn’t need a babysitter, Charlotte knew that. The silence had rung out loud when he left, and Charlotte was a little concerned. She could guess that’s how he came to be so wounded. She knew that he probably wanted space, to clear his thoughts and mind, but she also wanted to offer a support system. It wasn’t hard to catch up with him, but she hoped that the distance she kept wasn’t too much and too weird. She also hoped that it gave him some comfort that someone was there.

The silence was hard. It was cold. Uncomfortable. Yet Charlotte didn’t feel like he was trying to push her away. They went around the block and then they went a different direction altogether. It was interesting to see the city as a pedestrian. The buildings were a little more crowded, held a lot more life. The landmarks she used to drive felt different too. Like she was seeing them from a whole new point of view. “I should do this more often.” She murmured to herself. Even the sun reflecting on the glass held a different sort of scene.

“Not many walk simply to walk, or see just to see,” Vergil cracked the silence on his end, hands buried into his jacket pockets and shoulders drawn tight, “It helps me think. Puts this energy, good or bad, to use.”

She could understand it. She used her own energy in a different way, but still comfortable. Charlotte jogged again to catch up. His legs were much longer than hers, so he took better and quicker strides. She brushed her hand against his shoulder but withdrew it quick. “Better than destroying something out of agony.”

“Such as a wall? Plates and furniture?” Vergil glanced at her from the corner of his eye, sighed through his nose and slowed his walk for her to a more casual amble, “My agony is how I lost my Yamato. Too blind to care to go back for it, and by then I was too far and I had tunnel vision.”

Charlotte felt his story was on the brink of being told. Her eyes went to his back, where the wound was still healing. The black veins and the skin flaking off. The air suddenly felt cooler, or maybe she recently felt the change in temperature. She was grateful for the slower pace, she could finally keep up without needing to jog. The walls and furniture were Yvette. Charlotte already knew that she was the glass breaking and the screaming. Screaming most definitely was her thing. “...I know it’s bold of me.” She said softly. “But you can lean on me. Nothing you say will pass my lips. You have my word.”

“I take people who give their word extremely seriously.” Vergil tensed a bit, “I’ve already been asked. I have not told much of anything.”

“I don’t believe in take backs.” Charlotte countered. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, just know that I’m listening, and if you don’t need me to listen but to support you in some way, I can do that too.”

A long drawn out silence stretched between them, his focus straight ahead for some time. He was used to people pestering, but Charlotte willingly kept her mouth closed, stubbornly or patiently waiting for him to crack again, either or both. It was mutual, but Vergil felt his chest tighten. His pain affected his demon, too. “I had no idea how long I had been gone until Dante informed me Nero hasn’t seen me for seven years.”

A long time. Charlotte blissfully stayed silent, knowing that there was more to this and Vergil didn’t need her to go poking at him. Seven years. That was a long time. Dante and Vergil were infamous for their relationship. Almost everyone in the demon hunter community knew that they didn’t really keep tabs on one another unless they had a reason. Seven years and Nero not even hearing a word? Now that was alarming. Charlotte wasn’t sure if she could handle waiting that long. No. She mused. She didn’t think she would. He was a strong man, who could handle a lot of things thrown his way, but he was half-human. He wasn’t invincible, even if the Sparda boys pretended that they were.

God, she wondered where that idea even came from. The idea that their father was a worshipped cult god or the facts of his military prowess. She supposed if it was her, a month would be enough to make her worry. It’d make her worry enough to go search.

“I never meant to leave him for that long. I am certain he knew things went downhill if he found the Yamato. It was always with me.” A turn down another street. “I am aware I missed a lot of things. Him growing closer to Kyrie. Becoming a man. Dante told me about what happened in Fortuna and that’s why they’re both here. I am proud he has done well for himself…” yet he had missed it all.

Charlotte gently brushed her hand against his arm, a passing motion, a soothing one. She felt the regret that was ringing loud between them. Of how much time he had missed, and of what was going on. While the “secrets kill” comment bothered her, she found herself unable to ask. Maybe she herself didn’t want to know, or maybe she knew that he’d tell her when he was ready. This was going to be the hardest hit for them both. She knew that. “As long as you’re alive,” she spoke up for once, breaking her vow, “You’ll always be able to make up for the lost time. No matter when. Seven years is a mere blink of an eye. There’ll be seven more after that, and after that, until we stop breathing and we’re on our funeral pyre.”

“I intend to, which is why I have yet to leave.” He looked up at the sky, “What led me running into Stolas was chasing the demon that took me from Fortuna and on a wild hunt. I was focusing on gaining the power to kill him. While fighting him, Abaddon showed, and Stolas took my distraction as an opportunity. I hate attacking and being attacked from behind.”

Charlotte kicked a rock off of the sidewalk, her frown speaking volumes. She wasn’t very fond of demons attacking from behind either. Less because they were cowards, and more because that was her weak point. She could only focus on so much during a fight, as long as it was in front of her face, they had nowhere to go, but the minute they were out of sight? That was when battles got dirty, and dirty fighting was never her style. Yvette handled those fights better, even if they did tend to get on the gory side, much to both sisters’ displeasure and distaste.

She slipped her hands into her short’s pockets and pulled out a hair tie. Quietly she started to tie her hair back up in a makeshift bun.

Vergil had looked at her then to see what she was shuffling for, and the mere moment she swept her dark hair from her neck, baring it, he sucked a quiet breath and pointed his eyes forward. She hadn’t even meant to tempt and that was rude of him. “Would you like to head back, or are you hungry?”

The sudden choice made her pause in tying her hair back. She had been so caught up listening, it threw her for a loop. It took a bit for her brain to reset and then she nodded, “If you feel up to it, let’s stay out a bit longer.” She offered. She wondered if he saw her scar, and that was why he had sucked in his breath now that she thought about it. It was a nasty scar. Really, even Yvette tended to not be too pleased when she saw it.

A reminder of an amateur's mistake, but Charlotte couldn’t find the heart to be ashamed of it. She didn’t feel like talking about it, and she also didn’t think that was quite the reason why he suddenly gasped. Then again, could’ve been the memory that he was at too. Whatever the reason, she decided to let it slide as she finished tying her hair back.

“When Dante brought me here from Nero’s, he took me to a diner. Fredi’s. Do you know it?” Vergil asked as he changed course, catching her elbow to turn and lead her down a crosswalk, then put his hand back in his pocket.

For a brief moment, she wondered what it would take for him to actually touch her in return. Though she was pretty grateful he led her. “I don’t think so. I normally cook at home.” She admitted, gently kicking the sidewalk again, this time more out of shyness than anything. “I never found a reason to...go out. So it’ll be a nice change of pace.”

A softer expression and his shoulders weren’t so tense, “Then let us enjoy ourselves while we can. You did say you want to do this more often. So do it.”

“Only if you come along for the ride.” Charlotte couldn’t believe herself. Why. Why did now of all times had to be the time she channeled her inner Yvette. She made a mental note to throw a pillow at her sister when she got back. Or smother her. Whichever was fastest. Well, she didn’t believe in take backs. Better live with this.

“As it will get me away from Dante and keep me from killing him, I accept.” Vergil rather enjoyed watching her have an internal debate with herself. Both sisters seemed to be expressive and it helped. Fewer bushes to dance around.

Looked like Yvette was only going to get a pillow tossed at her. In the face. Charlotte mentally cheered though. Score. “Awesome.” Why. “What do you normally get?”

“This will only be my second time, but they offer more than strawberry sundaes. I ordered an orange cream parfait.” Vergil shrugged a shoulder, “I tend to go for more orange-flavored things. Dante is all about strawberries.”

Oranges. Charlotte wondered if she had anything in her recipe books at home that called for oranges. “Huh.” She knew that there were a lot about strawberries. The last time she did anything orange was homemade orange juice because she was ticked off and she didn’t feel like screaming and needed to burn off energy faster than baking bread would ever allow. “I’m keeping that in mind.”

The city was quiet. Well, quiet enough. He did land a few gigs. Some demons were tearing up the place, but not at an extreme measure that Lysander spoke of. At least, not yet. They were small fry, easily taken care of, and yet Nero still couldn’t help but feel like there was something really wrong with the scene. Maybe it was how weak the demons were and how they were flocking. Maybe it was his father’s paranoia finally kicking itself back into gear now that he knew what caused those black veins to begin with.

Regardless, Nero deserved the damn twenty-minutes it was taking Nico to get a carton of cigarettes when he saw Alexina walking down the street. It was fast how he could recognize her with an extreme style makeover. He rolled down his window, just as she was passing. “Yo. You dressed as a pinup girl for a costume?”

“Save it los-” Alexina’s head turned and her cheeks flushed. “Hey, Nero. I thought you were-”

“Some catcalling idiot that doesn’t know when to stop? Sorry about that.” Nero gestured at her outfit. “You look nice. Did V take you out?” The immediately raised eyebrow made Nero swear in his head. That “someday” wasn’t “today” it appeared. Damn, he wasn’t sure he’d have the patience that V had for this. “Never mind.”

Alexina huffed a laugh. “I used to get those questions a lot back when we were in school together.” She shook her head fondly. “We’re friends, Nero. That’s all. Hey, speaking of friends. I got a question for you since I have you pinned.”

“That’s not at all suggestive but you can hit me with your best shot.” Nero offered, leaning against the door.

“You and Kyrie. Are you two closed or open?”

“Closed?” Nero hated that was even a question, but he was pretty taken aback by Alexina’s question. “Do I even-”

“I was just curious.” Alexina waved it off. “I thought that...well...never mind.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint ya.” Nero rubbed the back of his neck. Oh boy, and here V was just telling him that he had plans. He was thankful that he probably could cut that off quick. “Hey, there’s someone that I know who has a crush on you.”

Alexina looked taken aback and then she smiled ruefully. “A friend of a friend?”

“Nope. Straight up friend,” Nero was going to get V to pay him back for this, he was certain of it. “He’s a little eccentric, but he has a good heart. He has his way of throwing you off your game if you’re not careful, but other-”

“Hey.” Alexina reached into the car and gently placed a hand on Nero’s arm. “I see what you’re trying to do.” She gave him a gentle smile. “Anyway, I got a favor to ask you.”

“Can’t say I didn’t try. What favor?” Nero asked.

“Let him down gently.” Alexina let go of his hand. “He really likes the both of you.”

“Wait, what?”

“I should get going. Bye Nero.” Alexina waved.

“No, wait! Lex! LEX!”

“Jesus, what are ya shouting for?” Nico came towards the van and looked over to see Alexina’s retreating back. “Was that Lexi?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh shit! She was here?! You didn’t give her Silver Wings did ya?”

“What?! No! I didn’t think you were done with it.”

Nico smacked the door. “Damn it, Nero, you’d lose yer head if it wasn’t screwed on.”

“Says the lunatic that drives like one.” Nero snarked back.

“Yeah yeah. Here hold on to these will ya?” She tossed her cartons into his lap and headed towards her side of the door. “What was that conversation about anyway?”

“Honestly Nico? I don’t have a fucking clue.”

“Hathaway, you should be fucking pleased as peaches.” Griffon flapped onto the counter in time for a scrap of meat to be flung towards his direction. She had a knife in her hand so Griffon knew that he had to be delicate with this. Careful even. If she got hurt it was his feathers that’d get roasted. “Whatcha making?”

“Food.” Alexina gave Griffon the side eye. “Off my counter, Griff. You’re in my way.”

Griffon stole another food scrap and flew himself to the other side of the kitchen, using his talons to peel into it. “Still you gotta be jumping for joy. Because Vitale, le gasp, touched Nero!”

Alexina had been so focused on slicing that when she heard that she accidentally had placed her finger a bit too close to the blade and sliced her skin open. Cursing, she placed her finger in her mouth and glared at Griffon. Her heart stuttering in her chest. V...that didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean anything. She felt her throat feel a bit thick. “What do you mean?” She asked around her finger as she started hunting for bandages.

“I mean, Hathaway, you should be more careful when handling sharp objects.” Griffon taunted and wasn’t surprised when she threw a carton of...something at his head. Medicine of some sort. “Rude! I was trying to tell you how V got snuggly with a demon hunter and looked cute doing it.”

V was cursing when his door opened down the hall and he appeared shortly after, holding his hand and frowning, “Xina? Griffon? What is going on?” he kept his hand close to his chest and bent down to swipe up the thrown bottle off the floor.

“She tossed that at me!” Griffon tattled.

Alexina glared at the bird, “You distracted me. I’m alright, V.” She assured as she finally found the box of bandages and fished one out. “Sliced my hand on a blade is all.”

“I was telling her about you and Hotshot.” Griffon taunted proudly. “You know, how you two got cozy enough to give cavities.”

Closing his eyes, V internally groaned and when he opened them again he went to Alexina, taking her hand before she could try and fumble the box open, her blood now all over it, and for the first time he tried. Tried to focus on his energy and feeling hers together. They were tied. He knew that. Focusing on what he wanted, he watched the purple shimmer and light before his finger was the one with the cut and hers was perfectly fine. “There.”

It felt like deja vu. Always looking out for her. Her heart stuttered in her chest again and she quietly went back to the box of bandages, getting one. “It was only a minor cut.” She murmured to him as she unwrapped the bandage. “You didn’t have to do that, V.”

Griffon cooed softly in the background.

“I will be the painting of Dorian Gray if necessary, minor to major.” V was dead serious.

It wasn’t the first time Alexina wondered what life was going to be like. She slowly bowed her head, taking a breath. His boyfriend would be upset about that, wouldn’t he? Or did they talk? They must have talked if this Nero was close to him. He probably agreed. Otherwise, V wouldn’t have done it. She bandaged his finger, trying to be careful since touch was so hard. It made her jealous that Nero could….but she shoved that right down so fast she nearly got dizzy from it. Nope. Nope. Nope. That wasn’t happening here.

He deserved happiness for once in his life. Alexina looked up at V, eyes searching. She knew too well how this battle of wits would go. She also knew to bow out. “Tell me about him.” Was all she could offer. “He sounds nice, and Griffon’s torturing me by withholding information.”

“Shadow liked him nearly as much as she loves you.” V brushed her bangs from her eyes, “He called Griffon a chicken, much like Charlotte did.”

“He’s a pain in my ass is what he is.” Griffon ruffled his feathers. “He fucking got the cat to stick her tongue out. The affection whore!”

Alexina laughed genuinely. He couldn’t be that bad of a man. She was upset over nothing and she knew it. Deciding right then and there that maybe it was time her and Griffon teamed up, she nodded over towards the kitchen. “Tell me more? I’m cooking dinner so you can tell me while I’m doing that unless...is it the deadline you’re working on?”

“It can wait, I made quite a bit of progress before I was...distracted. I will go back when my finger heals.” He had been grateful that at least small hurts healed fast, though of course, he wasn’t looking forward to the big hurts later. “Nero offered to help me train.” He started off as he pulled a chair from the table, “I said something that struck a chord in him, and he immediately said he would help me. Not offer, but told.”

“They’re both addicted to damsels in distress,” Griffon said as he flew back towards where she was cutting again. “Be careful with that knife girlie.” He teased and she pretended to swat at him with it. “They’re both dumbasses Alex. Both. Dumbasses. I can’t handle it.”

“Sounds like you have your wings full.” Alexina teased and glanced behind her shoulder. “So he saved someone too and that’s what the connection is?” Wait a moment. Now that she was thinking about it. She glared at Griffon. “Hold on a second. Isn’t Nero with Kyrie?”

“Mm-hmm,” V hummed as he watched Griffon grin as best a bird could grin. Of course he would freak Xina out so he could comfort her fears. “Nero’s way of saying her name tells me all I need to know about how much he loves her. That is part of his motivation to train me. He understands.”

Griffon shook his feathers out. “You told him about you being sick, Hathaway? You even got a Nero nickname too. He seems pretty fond of you.”

“I’m defeathering you later,” Alexina muttered under her breath.

“Hey V, how long do you think it’ll take you for you to steal Nero from Kyrie?” Griffon turned his attention to V.

“I don’t know, Griffon. I might fool all of you and steal Kyrie.” V deadpanned.

“You fox!” Griffon crowed, flapping to V’s shoulder.

Alexina bowed her head for a moment before taking a breath. Weirdos. They were all weirdos. “Do you have a crush on Nero or on Kyrie?” She asked curiously. “There’s no shame here, you know...if you do. You know that right?”

V stood up again and came up behind her, his hands lightly skimming over her shoulders, “I don’t know that I do. You cut your hand and threw a pill bottle at Griffon.”

Griffon trilled softly, as though following the motions of the conversation.

Alexina tossed the vegetables into the pan carefully so that the grease wouldn’t fly up and hit them both. She didn’t want him to take on another minor wound. Even if he was willing to be the picture of Dorian Gray. She was grateful that he was patient, he knew to wait her out, especially when she was working near a stove. His happiness over hers. She vowed that damn it. If he could take on her minor hurts, then she could damn well give him this. “Mistakes.” She said after a moment. “Griffon caught me at a bad time and he decided to make it worse by being mouthy. Everything else though? I’m not lying. I won’t shame you for loving someone V. Not a single person. Or people even if you’re that way. I care about you too much for that.”

“People,” V said immediately, latching on to that tightly. It was the smallest opening that offered him both, and he wouldn’t let it slip away.

“And do you see me going ballistic?” Alexina smiled lightly at him. “See? I told you. No judgment.”

“I quoted Wolf and Flame from Nikita Gill to him,” V finally admitted to her, stepping back to give her room and watched her, the safety net of ‘people’ beneath him now. The last thing he wanted was for her to be upset with him; even though she hid it well, he still knew her.

“That’s a good one. It matches him really well too.” Alexina said as she carefully added the meat to go in with the vegetables, tossing another scrap towards Griffon who caught it mid-air and pleased. “He really is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. No one really sees it, but I guess we did. You did for sure.” She tossed him a smile from over her shoulder. “Need me to be a better wingman than Griffon?”

Griffon squawked, “What the fuck, Alex.” He rarely used her name, but when he did, it was for a purpose.

V barely stifled a chuckle behind his hand, “I believe I have it handled. We talked for hours on our own, and you know it takes a lot for me to talk to someone. You had a hell of a time.”

Nero had it easier. “Mom certainly knew how to crack you. Five minutes alone and you two were laughing.” She ached suddenly. Griffon even felt uncomfortable all of the sudden and he trilled, not pleased with the mood fall.

Tilting his head to the ceiling, V’s following sigh was longer. “I was shy with you.”

“I remember.” Alexina’s voice changed. Soft. Gentle. “Mom didn’t let you stay shy. She was all up asking you all sorts of questions. I remember being embarrassed. She got you open and I was so freaking happy about it. You looked good smiling. I wanted to keep that.”

Griffon looked over at V, head tilting silently as he watched for his reaction. The familiar knew of demons of the underworld. This was something strange, and unfamiliar to him.

“You do, Xina…” V whispered, shoulders dropping, looking tired and sadness swimming in his own eyes, but he closed them, “I smile every day seeing you here.”

“No. You smirk.” The lightheartedness came back so swiftly, Griffon felt a headache coming on. Humans were so freaking weird. So weird. Their emotions were weird, this was weird, and he couldn’t say anything snappish about it. He knew where he didn’t understand. “Dinner’s almost ready. Want to set places?” She asked lightly.

“Of course.” No hesitance, taking the attempt at humor for what it was and headed for the cupboards.

Alexina doubted that Nero and V were there since the van wasn’t in the garage. She had half of the mind to head back to the apartment when she thought about what V said a few nights ago. She knew it wasn’t her place. She slipped through the garage and headed up towards the stairs like she had the first time. Nico was crazily organized and messy at the same time, Alex noted. She was pretty sure everything had a place, no matter how out of place it seemed.

Using the back of her hand, she rapped a rhythm against the door. It had once been an inside joke between her and V back when they were teenagers, trying to knock to the beat of the other’s favorite song that they heard on the radio.

“I’m coming, just a minute!” Kyrie’s voice echoed through the door. As promised, it didn’t take long for her to swing the door open, chest heaving as though she’d ran. When she recognized the face, she perked a little, “Alexina!” Then she drooped, “Oh, I’m so sorry but I was about to head to work. Everyone’s at Dante’s place.” Indeed she was wearing a nice blazer and a pencil skirt, tights underneath and mary janes, not heels. She’d dealt with that before and it didn’t end well. Stupid demons.

“You look professional, I like it.” Alexina smiled warmly, “Do you need a ride?” The offer came quick and she was a little taken aback. Normally it would’ve been an apology and an offer to come by another time. She wondered if it was because this girl was someone V might have a crush on one day. Nero certainly was already on his list.

“I work at the orphanage. I can give you directions,” Kyrie nodded with a sweet smile, “I need to grab my purse. I’ll meet you at your car?”

Alexina nodded and quietly headed back to her car. Her heart was beating rapid fire in her chest. She already could tell she was nervous about trying to make a new friend. Near death and hospital stays didn’t exactly make for good conversation starters, and she was mostly left alone. Shrugging it, she decided to enjoy it. The nervousness, the butterflies that were in her stomach, the mere fact that she was going to go on a different route. She was probably a little crazy to love that. Yet months and months ago, this wasn’t a concept. This wasn’t even an idea. Not even a discussion. She waited patiently for Kyrie to approach the car and she smiled. “I suppose I came in the nick of time.”

With the garage door closed and locked in place behind her, Kyrie felt secure their place would be left intact until someone came home. She nodded to Alexina and slipped into the passenger side, breathing a sigh of relief, “I thought I was going to be late. I enjoyed my shower a little too much and had to blow-dry my hair.”

Being a firm believer of natural dry hair, Alexina grimaced at the mere thought of it. “The shower was worth it.” She determined after a moment. “I’m more of a bath person myself, but showers can be real nice too when-” She cut herself off, remembering there was no when anymore. “Well, I suppose it’s one of those days today. V’s gonna hate this.”

“What exactly do you mean? What will he hate?” Kyrie pulled a tie from her purse and put her hair up, then searched for her favorite clip to go over it.

“I keep thinking of things I used to not be able to do when I was sick,” Alexina admitted, leaning back into the seat as she reversed the car out of the driveway and headed down the road. “Today’s been a real good day. Every day’s been a nice little reminder of...hey I’m here still. You know? Things feel more real.”

“I’m glad today’s been a good day, but you still seem troubled.” Kyrie pulled out a small tube of gloss, a sheer pink and she put it on with practiced ease, “I don’t want to pry into your life, Ali. Looking out for everyone’s a self-imposed job I won’t give up. You don’t have to tell me anything, but I’m here to listen. Everyone knows that, so now you do, too.”

Alexina’s grip on the steering wheel tightened for a moment before she breathed. Nero had the best girl. V would adore her to pieces. “Then...do you mind taking V under your wing and looking out for him? Nero and he seem to be close and…” She trailed off slowly. “He’ll take on too much with me. He already did and he still takes on more. He’s like you. A little more on the selfish side, but he looks out for people he’s close to. Since he doesn’t really...have that. I’m mostly saying this because he’s...a gentle spirit. A really good person. And...he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or hurt Nero or anyone. If anything, he’d feel bad that he couldn’t take your pain too.”

“Nero takes on my pain well enough. After all, it’s a pain we share. My brother, Credo, was his best friend.” She didn’t need to elaborate on that one. The tone in her voice already said he was dead. “I did notice that Nero talked quite a bit about V when he came home that night. It makes me happy Nero has his family back and is gaining more friends. Would I be wrong to say you sound like you could use some friends, too?”

Alexina startled a laugh. “I could probably use some.” She admitted. “I’m a little bit worse for wear on the social train, but I can try.”

“Then don’t be a stranger, Ali. Come around. Talk to us.” The songstress giggled softly and smiled at the orphanage, “Are you busy now?”

“No, my last client was an hour ago,” Alexina said, glancing at the clock and then at the building that Kyrie had directed her to. She could see some kids playing on the playground. This wasn’t a school, she noted. She recognized this. “If V finds out I adopted five kids, we’re not saying a word.” She warned Kyrie. “Also, if I come around sometime, let me do your makeup?”

“I’ll keep track of what ones you adore because Nero’s the same way,” she laughed as she popped the door open, “I’d love to have my makeup done, and maybe Nico, too. We could have a girl’s night?”

When was the last time Alexina had such a thing? “I’ll be happy to come.” She assured as she got out of the car. She wondered how V would take Nero adoring kids. She supposed it’d go on the cute list.

Nero had to take a breath after getting shoved back by Shadow’s blades and having to immediately dodge Griffon’s lighting attack. Nightmare was agreed to be used “as a trump card” so Nero had focused his attention to distract the poet from saying too many poems to rev himself up to being the golem out. “Take five.” He held his hand up. “That nearly killed me.”

Griffon cackled as he went to V’s shoulder. “What hotshot you can’t take us?”

“That mouth of yours is what’s gonna get V killed if you don’t shut up every once in a while.” Nero pointed at the bird before glancing over at the building.

“They are meant to protect me, so I doubt that,” V tucked his book under his arm and when he felt Shadow bump his leg he knelt down and rubbed her ear, “You did well. Good teamwork between the two of you.”

“Always prepare for the worst. They can take a hit, but they can only take hits for so long before they gotta rest up and then leave you vulnerable.” Nero offered as he flopped down to the ground to take his own breather. “Gotta admit, I’m glad that you can hold on your own. For a while there you had me worried that Lex would beat me near death for breaking a bone of yours.”

“I am fragile, but I will not break so easily.” V shook his head and stood up, walking over to Nero, Shadow trailing by his side. “In fact, training has helped me feel a lot better than I have been.” He picked at his sleeveless coat, “I do not wear this as a fashion statement. Not anymore.”

Nero glanced over at the sleeveless coat, and he remembered that question that he had wanted to ask. Yet he also remembered why he didn’t ask it. V was...complicated. He only gave information, took information, but anyone’s questions could be met with a poem, a dismissal, or honesty. “You really don’t consider lying do you.”

“There really is no point in it. I can avoid the truth, but I won’t lie.” V agreed, carefully easing himself to sit down beside Nero and looked out at their training ‘field’ of sorts. Broken stone and upturned dirt everywhere.

“So…” Nero knew this was absolutely none of his business. “Lex has self-esteem problems doesn’t she.”

“I was severely reminded of that the other night.” V rubbed his temple, “It is difficult when I want the slow burn. I was debating on stopping by the store to see if they have her favorite flowers.”

“What she got jealous?” Nero huffed a soft laugh. Shadow took that as a sign that she could lay over his stomach and he grunted. “Over who? I wasn’t aware you had any other lady friends, and I’m pretty sure Nico doesn’t count, considering she looks at everyone like they’re hot meat. Shadow, why?”

V released a soft laugh and toyed with Shadow’s tail, twisting it between his fingers like one might twist and spin a pencil, “Griffon told her about this. About you and how I told you my name. Xina even cut her hand.”

“I’m not sure if I should be worried that she’s jealous over this, or if I should be worried that you’re hiding something.” Nero petted Shadow absently in his thoughts. “You know, that explains the conversation.”

That startled V and he furrowed his brows, “Conversation? Care to elaborate, Nero?”

Nero stopped petting Shadow and looked over at V curiously. “She asked if Kyrie and I had an open relationship of sorts.”

Shoulders tensing, V licked his lip and tilted his head, “What did you say in response to that?”

At that, Nero softened. “I told her about someone that might be interested in her. A little on the eccentric side. Can summon demons, has tattoos, made a deal. You know the works.”

V shook his head, relaxing back down, “Thank you for trying, Nero. At this point, I doubt she would believe anybody or anything until I…” he cleared his throat, neck warm, “Until I kiss her. She can be...obtuse that way.”

“You know, not everyone would set aside their life and make a deal with a literal devil to make sure she’d live.” Nero mused quietly. Shadow got up and started to make her way to V’s lap, already abandoning him. He supposed Shadow felt his distress. He wondered if V knew how often she got catcalled. The insult that nearly passed her lips. “If you’re determined about this slow burn, I got an idea for you. Those flowers you mentioned? Do it. Then do something fun. It doesn't have to be a date, but she needs out of the house for sure. Just don’t kill anyone.”

“Why would I…?” V trailed off as he came to the conclusion Nero knew something he didn’t. That was alright. He was keeping his attraction to Nero a secret as well. “I will take your advice. After all, you have a pretty successful relationship with Kyrie. How long have you two been together?”

“Five or so years. I had the worst crush,” Nero groaned, putting his hand over his forehead. “I tried to do the whole ‘I’m broody and mysterious and I don’t talk to people’ bullshit. I mean, I had a huge chip off my shoulder anyway, but I was...I was awful. Somehow someway she was charmed by it. I don’t know if she knew it was an act, or if she was because we were childhood friends and she saw right through me. I gave her a necklace for her performance the day things went to shit and after that...I threw all those reservations away.” He pulled his arm away from his forehead. “You know what I mean? You think, “I could’ve lost her, and what would’ve I said”. You think, “never again”. You think, “She doesn’t have anyone now. You couldn’t save her brother, so you gotta save her...cuz no one else is going to. No one’s gonna care.” You think, and you just...stop. You stop thinking. Best thing I ever did really. Straight up told her that I wanted her to be with me. Now she helps out an orphanage. I know all those kids and what happened to them, because in my eyes...they’re hers. Every single one of them. So I got a lot of people on my back, wanting me to protect them. I’d be fucking stupid now to lose all that. I thank my lucky stars every damn day and night for her. For her putting up with my dumbass, cuz I know I scare her.”

“I love the way you talk about her. It tells me so much about you.” V couldn’t even deny that. Nearly everything hit so close to home and a shaky breath left him, “I was an orphan. Xina’s mom took me under her wing around our high school years.” He brushed his bangs behind his ear only to have them fall right back in place, “Kyrie’s brother...loss is hard. Xina’s mother...there was an accident. Neither of us...really know. It was a closed-casket funeral. They would not let us see her body, say goodbye properly. When we asked, faces were grim and there were no answers.”

“What the fuck?” Nero looked at V torn between anger and sadness. Anger for the dismissal both Lex and V faced for wanting to say goodbye. How fucking hard was it? Nightmares could be fixed. “I would’ve kicked their asses and then some.” That explained a lot now. The closeness. V couldn’t do that again. Alex couldn’t be another body buried without an improper goodbye. “Jesus.” He let out a sharp breath. “No wonder. No fucking wonder.” He let out another breath. “What about her dad? Anything on him?”

V shook his head, “Nothing. Xina doesn’t know anything and her mother never said a word. I suppose you’re wondering knowing what you do about me why I haven’t made her mine yet. Your words make me wonder that myself.”

“It sounds like to me,” Nero said after a moment of thinking as he let V’s words wash over him. “You’ve been playing big brother role for a long time, and you don’t know how to step out of those lines. If you even can.” He looked over at V, taking in how the sun made him look a little younger. The tattoos looked as though they had a life of their own, but Nero couldn’t determine if that was the light that was reflecting on them or if they really were slightly moving. “You’re scared because you’re risking everything. Nothing will ever be the same the moment you have her. I always thought of Kyrie as my younger sister and believe me...that was a fucking hard line to erase but the moment I did I realized no. I never really “saw” her as my younger sister, it was easier to say it. It was easy because it meant I had her in my life somehow, someway. I guess the same goes for you two. Making a deal with a demon is a whole lot easier than to rip your heart out of your chest and say “here this is yours”. Maybe that was a little graphic.”

The back of his knuckles covered V’s mouth as he laughed. It was easy to laugh with Nero. Xina could make him laugh as well, of course, but Nero’s quirkiness had its own charm. “What you say holds some truth to it. Perhaps taking her on a date after presenting her with flowers is a good first step to try and see her in that different light, to see if I can step over that line, if only a little bit.”

“Oh my god fucking finally!” Griffon who had been oddly silent during the exchange appeared onto V’s shoulder. “How did this happen without me bashing you into walls.”

“Oh great the chicken’s back. Does that mean I get to beat you again?” Nero asked dryly.

“Try it, hotshot!”

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