#hehehe anarchy...

[oll13v3r]

Okay okay okay I'm working on a Spiderverse fic based on if I was in it because the hyperfixation is hitting very hard right now. I haven't figured out what the main plot will be yet but here's what I have come up with so far!! I think I'm going to post it on Wattpad and (maybe) on here chapter-by-chapter!!! Also. Hart is not my real last name. Also some of the ideas are contradictory, my brain thought of them in the order they are listed. There's still quite a few more complex ideas in my brain

HERE IT IS!!!!:

Oliver hart, the one and only spider man.

Started a band with Hobie and Gwen, being the singer and piano player.

Does not like Miguel in the slightest, but is still there to try and change everything, as well to have some control of what is going on in the situation. 

Had to overcome the freezing up aspect of his anxiety

Gets triggered frequently but is able to face through it by wearing the mask

The only ones who have seen him cry without his mask on are Hobie and Gwen.

Hobie and Gwen absolutely adore his art, and he thinks the both of them are the absolute shit.

Finds the disabled spider man really lovely (I don’t remember her line, but I found it really silly that she made the crutch joke because that’s shit I would do heheheh)

Thought that Gwen’s outfit was really cool with the trans colors

Thinks pavitr is fucking rad as hell

Stammers a lot, but is still really silly and good at thinking on the spot

It took him a while to get strong enough to sling himself around, but is not very good at slinging himself through tight spaces because he’s fat.

Compares himself to the other spiders a lot

Genuinely scared of Miguel because of how much he reminds him of his dad.

Definitely helped Hobie get parts for the watches, going out of his way to keep tabs on him because he’s terrified of his band mates getting hurt.

Thinks miles is so so cool from all he’s heard about him from gwen. LIKE, ANOTHER COOL ART DUDE??? WHOSE OUTFIT IS SO SO COOL??

Will not hesitate to complain about a bad texture

Him and Pavitr are in the hair exposed gang.

Oliver does have a hood for his hair, but he prefers not to use it when he can because it’s uncomfortable.

HIs headphones have spider webs from all his friends as a momento, as well as to stick to his head.

He got special gear to have a music player inside of his suit.

Likes to point out that he did not choose to be Spiderman, he just chose to help people because he always wanted to do that.

One of his drawings is on Hobie’s guitar, and Hobie signed his piano

The death of one of his uncles, who is a cop, he felt could have been avoided if he was only more nimble and slim, so that’s one of the big things he compares himself to the other spiders to. If only he could have been fast enough.

Hobie and Gwen both know that holding hands reduces Oliver’s anxiety tremendously

Oliver was in his room, recording a song for release before a portal from spider HQ appeared in his room.

 “WHAT IN THE EVER LIVING JESUS FUCKING-” He yelled.

So yeah that was Miguel’s first impression of him

He was very uncomfortable at hq for a while, until Hobie noticed the anarchy symbol on his shoes and they swiftly became friends.

He had already told his parents that he was spiderman because he actually trusts them and know they wont’ tell the public or anything.

HE immediately shot miguel in the face with his web shooter, apologizing profusely afterwards.

He initially found Miguel really goofy 

but once shit hit the fan he no longer found Miguel goofy. Oh me oh my

OH!! I FORGOT TO ADD!! HERE IS HIS DESIGN!!: (The first one is the most accurate design, but the purple one on on the right is also verysimilar to hsi final design.)

[tiny-gay-satan]

Oh my fucking god, for the last time.

Anarchy is NOT choas.

Anarchy is an ideology formed around the ideas of a non governed collective of people who use their own morals and good faith to help others and to create a thriving community of the entire world, or too say: No government and people use their own good will to make sure everyone has what they need.

In an anarcelctic (i cant spell) community there would be no money, no borders, people would work because they still have too however, poverty would be helped as without money there is no status and if eventually everyone has what they need then there should be no poverty in an anarchist society. And the list goes on.

However so many people believe that since anarchy is essentially "Lawless" then everything automatically decends into choas. Of course in real life situations people would (hopefully) slowly phase anarchist belifes in instead of just taking away laws. Such as slowly starting to put more money into rehabilitation than prisons, stopping pointless mass production, funding refugee programmes, putting more money into redoing housing so everyone can live in it. Again rhe list goes on.

Anarchy is NOT choas its a belife and (personally) i think it would work

[oll13v3r]

YIPPEE!!! YIPPEE!! HE LOOKS SO FANTASTIC!!!

peace and love, baby

[zoe-tank-gal]

If you’re not exploiting your school and everything it provides you are you really going to school

[zweetpea]

Freedom or Anarchy? Part 1 of 2 (hopefully)

You guys wanted this you better read it cw: there’s some swears, and allusion to sleep drugs

The air was so crisp, the so grass vibrant, the sun was warm on your skin as you took in the scenery before you. The crystal blue of Starfell lake was gorgeous, and the fish were flipping about in the water; even the squirrels and Crains seemed at peace. Despite this lovely picture you were panicking.

“Heh, POV got sucked into your favorite video game and you don’t know if you’ll ever get home.” you shrug. “Guess I’ll die!” You walk over to a tree and pull on a branch. “I suppose that I should try to defend myself.”

As you say that three pyro slimes appear and chase you down the hill towards Venti’s Statue. “Hehehe, Why are you running? Why are you running?” You walk up to the statue and touch it, but nothing happens. “Wow! Honestly, I thought as a bard you would understand the mentality of “I F’ed my way into this mess, and I’ll F my way out”. Not gonna give me a vision, a shitty knock off of your power, a sword?” As you sat yelling at a lifeless statue (a/n: WTF WERE YOU THINKING? THAT IT WOULD TALK BACK?!) you heard something coming towards you. You looked to the sky and saw Dvalin flying straight toward you. “Oh shit…” You say as storm terror land next to you and rawrs in your face. “Haha, I’m in danger.” He brings his face towards you and you begin to shake  in fear. “Mr. Stark I don’t feel so good.�� You whisper to yourself as tears of fear and regret stream down your face. 

Dvalin inches closer and you close your eyes only to feel something cold and wet on your face. You open your eyes only to close them again as Dvalin licks you. “Ew! Slobber!” He whimpered. You hold your hand out to pet the poor baby. “Oh it’s okay. Just let me clean up first.” You wipe off your face and go back to Dvalin. You go to pet him and a beautiful light shines from your fingers and flows through his fur. 

“Dvalin!” Someone called to him and he picked you with his tail and curled it around you so you’d be hidden and sage as he took to the sky. 

“Wait! Wasn’t that Venti? Don’t you like him?” He took to the sky and bounced you around unintentionally. 

After about 20 minutes you were finally released and found yourself in stormterrors lair. “What have you brought back?” A distorted voice echoed as a cryo abyss mage entered. 

“She is the special. She can heal me.” Dvalin responded. (A/n: do you guys remember that? Dvalin spoke) 

“You fool! Only the abyss Order can save you!” 

As the two fight you try to sneak away but you step on a twig and they look at you. Dvalin quickly pulls you by your hoodie back to his side. “I agreed to help you because the Archons abandoned me as they’ve abandoned you. I still will but it doesn’t seem like you all have found a way to cure me. I need to be at full strength to fight for you.” 

“Dvalin? I thought you liked Venti.” 

“Venti, is that what the barn calls himself now? I used to, I know that he cares for me but he didn’t ever try to help me. I have suffered for 500 years and he now shows his face. Khaenri’ah was destroyed simply because they chose to forsake the Archons. Why should we care for them?” 

You looked down, not knowing what to say. “How am I supposed to help?” You finally said.

“You can heal me.” 

“But if I do, you’ll hurt the innocent people of Mondstadt. Listen, the Tsarista is plotting a rebellion against Celestia. Celestia’s the real villain here.”

“Even so the Archons still chose to destroy Khaenri’ah.” 

“Then take it up with them, please. Those people have nothing to do with it. I’ll help you in anyway I can but please for their sake don’t hurt them. If not for them then for me.” 

“If it’s what the adored one desires then I shall deliver it unto you.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked suspiciously. 

“Funny. Now heal him if you REALLY can!” The abyss mage, snarked from the corner. You climbed on top of Dvalin and put your hands on his horn. White light erupted and Dvalin’s head fell to the ground as he’d passed out. You fell off and the abyss mage ran out of the room screaming about how the day of reckoning was upon them or something. You fell asleep nuzzled into Dvalin’s side and dreamt of lots of yummy food. 

When you woke up you found a pyro abyss mage, and hydro abyss mage cooking some kind of fowl meat. Over a makeshift campfire. The pyro abyss mage brings it over to your and the hydro abyss mage hands you the food and some water. “Is this clean?” You ask the two and they nod.  You take the food and water and start to eat. “Thanks.” You say after you’re finished. 

“Dvalin. Do you want to head out somewhere?” 

“Where would you like to go, Adored one?” 

“Would you hate me if I said Dragonspine?” 

“If that’s what you wish.” He picks you up and flies you over there. 

You direct him to a cave in the side of the mountain. 

“Honey! I’m home!” You say as you saunter into the cave. “Albedo? I guess he’s not here.” You say as you turn to leave. 

“Incredible. Stormterror sitting right outside of my Laboratory.” He only roars at the blonde. 

“Sir Albedo?” You inquire as you step out of his lab. You pet Dvalin to put him at ease.

“Hello, may I help you?”

“Sorry I don’t mean to snoop in your lab, I was just wondering if you were here. I have a bit of a conundrum.” 

“You wish to go home.” 

“How did you-” 

“How did I know?” He cuts you off. “I’ll explain in due time. Please step into my laboratory, I’ll get you some tea. Word of advice though, it can get kinda cold out here so you might want to send Stormterror away before he gets cold.” 

Dvalin growled. “I’ll be fine. You can come get me later tonight okay?” He nodded and flew off. It was about noon so you figured that you had a while before the twins would steal the harp and try to take down Dvalin. 

“How did you manage to tame him?” Albedo asked, as you sat on a stool near a campfire. 

“I healed him somehow.” 

“So Gold’s stories were true.” 

“Rhinedottir knows about this?” 

“Yes, she’s the one who told me. Someone would come down from Celestia and they’d tame the beasts of Teyvat as well as the members of the Abyss Order.” He hands you the Tea and you drink it. 

“I still don’t understand how you knew I’m not from here.” 

“I just told you Gold told me you’re from Celestia. Unless of course, you aren’t.” 

“Dvalin referred to me as the Adored One. Do you know what that means?” 

“Adored throughout Teyvat and the realm above. You are the honored one no?” 

“I don’t… what…?” You started to get lightheaded. “Albedo?” You sloshed as you fell off your seat. 

“I’m sorry Adored One, but I have to put Klee first. Now that you’ve heeled Stormterror you’re a threat to the people of Mondstadt. I’m going to hand you over to the knights for terrorism and endangering the public.” 

[signanothername]

Hello!!

I definitely know of Queer platonic relationships and I absolutely ADORE them! (I definitely have characters that I love to think they’re in a Queer platonic relationship <3333) I didn’t know they were more tho, I definitely would do a bit of research later :D

Never heard of Relationship anarchy either, that’s something I’ll also include in my research, thank you for letting me know they exist hehehe <333

[bittersweet-mojo]

oh my god this is the worst french accent ive ever heard

the anachist youtube channel im using to listen to history books is read by a guy who does impressions every time it quotes a political leader and talks about US's failwars with such glee in his voice truly sir you are a delight

[angelwishess]

Chess Anarchy !

Playing chess with Kyra is a nightmare. And Leona has to deal with that.

Pairing : Kyra & Leona (platonic!!)

When Kyra asked to play chess with Leona, he should’ve known something was up.

Kyra was never one to actually mean what she lead on. Always twisting her words, or hiding her true intentions behind a well crafted smile. Often for the most ridiculous of reasons.

Leona’s eye twitched as Kyra proudly pulled out several other Knight pieces, obviously belonging to another, different set. “See, while you weren’t looking the horses got busy and popped out more baby horses!”

She explained, happily setting down the several new pieces with a self-satisfied grin. Leona groaned, rubbing his temple as his tail whipped back and forth in annoyance.

Just earlier, while he wasn’t looking, she had stolen back the pieces he took from her fair and square— and re-placed them back on the board, deeming that they ‘managed to escape’ and ‘tunneled out and emerged in the middle of his royal palace.’

Of course, Kyra would never enjoy a game like chess, Leona was questioning why he didn’t realize that in the first place. “Seriously?” He grumbled, moving his hand just enough to get a peek at the gleeful girl sitting across from him.

“Yep! These are magical horses, so they reproduce fast!! Aand these are newly graduated knights from the training camps.” She continued on with her nonsense, keeping that same annoyingly sweet smile graced upon her lips the entire time.

“…You’re such an idiot, I don’t know why I even put up with you.” Leona growled. Even as Kyra continued, his sharp, green eyes spotted an opening. Even with so many additional pieces and so-called ‘rules’, Leona still had the satisfying chance to end this stupid game.

Her king piece, out in the open. Sitting pretty, and Leona won’t let that opportunity go to waste. Leona smirks, “Hah, whatever. Add whatever rules you want. The fact is—“ He huffs, placing down a rook piece, cornering her king.

Leona grins, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair as he takes in Kyra’s shocked expression, staring down at the chaotic ‘chessboard’, if you could even call it that. Looks like her makeshift ‘rooks’, which were really just thimbles, were of no use after all.

“Doesn’t matter. Cus’ I still win.” Leona chuckled, extremely satisfied that this silly game was about to come to an end.

“….Hehehe.” “…Hah?” Leona perks up, his ears twitching at the sound of Kyra giggling. Not a good sign.

“Ooh, looks like this is a good time to tell you, then…”Kyra looked up from the board, her eyes gleaming with mischief, like a neon warning sign. Leona has to surpress a groan, already feeling a headache forming as he braces for whatever stupid reason she has this time.

“See, before we started playing, my knights and pawns revolted and instituted a representative democracy!” Oh. That was it.

Kyra giggled, leaning back into her chair with a shrug, with the most annoying, smug, punchable grin to match. “So feel free to kill that puppet ruler… Who was the one remaining vestige of tyranny!” She opens her eyes, grinning as she pumps her fists into the sky.

“VIVA LA REVOLUTION!!!”

He’s.. So Done.

“Nope. Thats it. I’m done.” Leona gets up, the harsh dragging of his chair across the floor making Kyra wince. She reaches out to him, “Hey— waait! Big bro, come on the game isn’t over yet!” She whined, stumbling to follow him. “It is now. I’m not playing your stupid game.” He grunts, refusing to even look back at the young girl tripping over her feet just to chase after him.

“Its not stupid! You know this means I win by default, right? Put up a fight, coward!!” “Hell no. I am NOT playing some idiotic game that doesn’t even make sense!”

He huffed, storming off with his tail whipping around haphazardly. “Big brooo!” Her voice echoed through the halls with so much sorrow you’d think she was just dealt the worst betrayal of her life. Kyra dramatically fell to her knees, holding out the chessboard with fake tears in her eyes as she watches him leave.

Well, thats a lesson for everyone. Never play chess with Kyra. Unless you want a headache.

Im just gonna tag everyone who tagged me in their fics before, so please tell me if you dont want to be added, or if you do !!

@screamintoad @babyghoul138 @taruruchi @h0neybane @justm3di0cr3

[silent-raven13]

On Wednesdays we wear pink

Pavtri happily showing Gwen his update vlog on his life: Hehehe, look I totally added this cute cat holding a cup of Chai character on the side! I'm loving this new feature for Spdr So-City app! Lyla is a genius. -Lyla heard this went she sent a happy chibi sticker in his Smartphone being pleased by the new update-

Gwen saw his socials being completely customize: Wow, I just put a black background filter with white fonts, the bright white hurts my eyes at night. -Pav's background had a colorful Mandala pattern and his profile picture being updated-

Pavtri: Awe, no cool posters? No Barbie. Dats pretty boring... it's giving basic!

Gwen fake gasps: Not you calling me basic! I got no time to go all web design like you!

Pavtri: But it's so much fun. Lyla made it like Myspace, very old school but better and advanced!

Gwen: Myspace? Wow, that's so crazy! I wasn't even there when dat happen.

Pavtri giggles: Me neither. Anyway, I'm seeing everyone's page and some of them had already updated their page! -Showing Gwen of their close friends' So-City pages- I really like Peni's

Gwen nodded: Yeah, I think her's is pretty sweet. -Her blue eyes spotted Hobie wearing pink along with Miles- Ohh looks like the love birds are here.

Miles holding his boyfriend's hand with a smile on his face: Hey guys, what's up!

Pavtri: OMB, you two look so cute in pink! What's the occasion?

Hobie shrugs: On Wednesdays we were pink! -This made Miles laugh-

Gwen caught the joke and giggle: Ohhh I get you.

Pavtri looks confused: What? Is that a thing?

Miles: You never watched Mean Girls?

Pavtri: No! What is dat? Wait, I don't think my world has that... maybe... ugh, curses multidimensional changes!

Hobie chuckles: Neither my world. Sunflower was joking around with Ganks and I was miffed.

Miles: I had to explain to him about some Mean Girls joke since Danika, Ganke's girl loves that movie. We always watch it when she's in the mood for it. Anyway me and Hobie watched it, and he thought it would be funny to wear pink since today is Wednesday.

Hobie: Movie was okay. Not my cup of tea. Found the jokes tasteless.

Gwen: I never knew she would like Mean Girls then again, she does like Heather.

Hobie arched his eyebrow: What's that one about?

Miles rub his chin: It's an 80s movie and I think you'll like it. Same concept three mean girls name Heather and a girl name Veronica. Veronica like this bad boy and they kill the main Heather, it's focus on toxic love? -He eyes Gwen thinking he got the movie-

Gwen: Kinda. There's a lot going on.

Hobie didn't look pleased: I can't stand Bullies, Sunflower.

Miles: Then maybe you'll like But I'm just a cheerleader. -he knows his boyfriend has a complex taste in movies. Sometimes he criticize the shit out one if he doesn't like it and he rarely watches them. If anything he mostly stick to Horror/thriller or psychological films. Anything that he can dissect. Comedy is always a hit or miss, he did find Hangover assuming.-

Pavtri whines: I wanna see Mean Girls! Can we have a movie night to watch!

Miles: Sure! It's a cult classic!

Gwen: Maybe we should watch Rocky Horror Picture Show, too. I know, you haven't watched it yet.

Hobie gasps at his Sunflower: LUV, you never saw it! -Now that's one of his favorite movies-

Miles: Sorry, bae! I never felt ready to watch it... I dunno doesn't-

Hobie cut him off: No, we're gonna watch it! You'll find it amazing! In my world, we do a full blown show and wreak havoc on the streets all for Anarchy! We'll watch it tonight!

Gwen: Maybe we can do Saturday? I'm free that time.

Pavtri looks at his schedule: Me too!

Miles nodded: Same.

Hobie: Alright, Saturday. At your place, luv?

Miles agreed: Sure, I'll let Danika know. She loves that movie like gurl will make a Mean Girls party. I wouldn't be surprise if we have to dress up.

Pavtri's eyes gleam: I still have my Barbie shirt! We can all wear pink!

Gwen: I totally want to be Janis.

Miles: Hahaha, I'll let ya know.

Hobie kisses his boyfriend's cheek: Luv, you would have to wear the Christmas outfit. -His body turns even more brighter and sparkling hearts appeared-

Pavtri blushes: Opp! I dunno what that means but by the looks of it, it gotta be dirty!

Gwen cracks up seeing Miles' shocking face: Hahaha, Miles have to do the dance and wear knee high boots!

Miles flick his boyfriend's forehead: BONK! Go to Horny Jail! -he huffs-

Hobie whines and begs for his sweet Sunflower to wear the outfit, but Miles ignores him. Gwen had to show a picture to Pavtri about the outfit and dance scene so he understood. Of course, the two were teasing Miles to do it, too.

[tonight-i-may-see]

Wip Game :3

rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit

(enjoy this wolf webcam screenshot, his name is nikai)

I was tagged by @hotchfiles HEHEHE

- King of moon.

Unsub!Rossi!Reader, I wanna have each part titled using lyrics from Sick Child by Siouxsie and the Banshees.

- Sympathy for the devil

Biker!reader I started for marchhotchness, was gonna be sons of anarchy adjacent, cocky reader flirting with his interrogator

- autistic!reader

this is a hc post I'm building, pretty self explanatory.

- two-headed boy

a mammoth of a task, really. I plan to rewrite and replot spencer's addiction arc (it would be written in a similar way to my Hotch fic, the archer, where there's no reader!character)

tags: @ralvezfanatic @softhairedhotch @mandarinmoons (I'm not sure who else to tag...don't feel like u gotta do this btw!)

[the-incapable-hero]

Eek, sorry for poking you but your au is so good??? I'm so invested!! Question: how are Mayoi and Tatsumi in the story? We know that Aira is a Doll and Hiiro is a Spirit, what's the rest of ALKALOID looking like? :3

Don't apologize! I adore answering these asks!

And I'm more than happy to talk about ALKALOID. I'm actually really excited to talk about them hehehe

Let's start with Mayoi, since he's both easy to explain and serves an important role in the story, though it's not really obvious at first. I based his character off of his Dead End of Timid Soul card. Mayoi is a Spirit! Specifically, he's a masquerade Spirit. His gift lies in illusions. He lives in the wasteland, in an amusement park that has long since been overtaken by corruption and abandoned. He hasn't left, but he provides an illusory haven to wasteland Artists who go by. Mayoi is especially unique because he's extremely powerful for a Spirit, and oddly enough, can be seen by regular people, which is practically unheard of. Unbeknownst to him, his illusions act almost like a siren's song and several wasteland Artists have lost focus or dehydrated while spending time at the park.

As for Tatsumi... he's harder to explain lol. To properly tell you what exactly his role is, I'm going to tell you about a walled city. It's strict and tolerates no corruption or trouble. Getting in is hard and getting out can sometimes be harder. The leaders of this city are one of two: Family heads and the Judges. Family heads are unofficial but have a lot of financial and political power. Judges are official and enforce laws.

I based Tatsumi off of his Composed Droplet card. Tatsumi is a Judge. More specifically, he's the highest ranking Judge in the city. At the same time, this position is not one that he's able to use freely. For lack of a better term, he's a puppet leader. It was by his order that the city was walled off, but it was not his idea. It was also his order that two important figures were given empty titles as distractions and trapped in the city. The idea is to not encourage false hope and the despair that follows. That's not to say he's a villain in this story, he's not. In fact, in small moments when he's more able to act freely, it's his efforts that allow further investigation into corruption. He tries his best to keep that glimmer of hope, though he's not sure if doing so is helping anyone at all.

And since you're interested in ALKALOID, I'll tell you more about Aira, too!

Like you've read, he's a Doll! I based his character partially off of his first feature scout and partially off of his Unlucky Bunny card. He's sort of a local celebrity in the anarchy that he lives in. He's not confined by any particular person, and instead roams around putting on street performances. He's loved enough by the general populous that if someone were to confine him, there would be a huge backlash. He's their distraction from reality, basically. Those in his favor could be gifted exceptional charisma, just like the abilities he has. He's possessed by a passion Spirit, and is in the favor of a few other Dolls and Spirits who have asked to stay with him. And while not super often, he sometimes assists in rescuing kidnapped Dolls, since he has knowledge of the tunnels underneath the city.

aaaaaand that's all for now! I'm super glad you like the AU, and I'm always willing to talk hehe

Many thanks for the ask!

[uroborosymphony]

Ara watches Yoona catch the helmet in a clumsy manner that is expected. A month and a half ago, the Quinn would have scoffed, take a little bit of pleasure in laughing at her for the simple task of catching something with her hands. Instead, her eyes remain on the other, pensive. There is nostalgia in her gaze if contemplating a sight that belongs to the past already. Grief. The weeks Ara has spent spiraling on her own slowly yet surely lead to Grief, the end of a chapter, the beginning of a new one. One she has decided to write without him, without Black Fang, one where the grandiosity of her insanity should be used for the final destination, her purpose. Yoona tries to hand the helmet back, declining the other, it is no surprise to Ara, again, in the end, Yoona does belong to a past she should leave behind. Loyalty is a beautiful thing, Yoona remains loyal to Black Fang and to that, Ara can only respect that. Black Fang has been remored to turn into a sinking ship ever since her departure : to stay on the deck is either hope that it might sail again, too. It might seems new as well - Quinn who would always leave a member in the cold for daring Not to follow her word, she's always been a tyrant. Today she is different, her army is Not her family, they are soldiers on the field with a task to take down every single strategic nest of the government. There is no sentiment, no attach, she knows these soldiers marching with her do not need for intimidation nor fear, as they all, collectively believe in an ideal that they consider stronger, grander than themselves.Her goal is to be efficient not loud - they are everywhere, construction workers, teachers, doctors, waiters, unsuspected and at night, they put their masks on to work on their part of the mission. She does not need to yell nor humiliate anymore, Faith is what guide her followers. If Yoona does not have faith, she wouldn't' be able to do what they do.

"Keep it. In the memory of me." Simply answers Quinn, understanding Yoona will never learn how to ride nor ride by her siide but... this helmet can stay with her, as a reminder of Quinn, if she cares that much. "From the background, you can actually. Our operations are all already in place, we are everything. We are waiting for the right moment to press the button. Soon, the city will be plunged into endless nights of chaos. A beautiful chaos we have orchestrated to escalade like a symphony of anarchy. Doom's day will be our final operation - we will march to Cheong Wa Dae. The Blue House will fall, and so will the persecutors in charge. My life will constantly be on the line. When I give you a call it will be a question of life or death, answer to it, yes? This place might be doomed, there are still useful means Black Fang possesses even if they don't seem to use it anymore. In the meantime, stay safe." Quinn closes to cabinet she was picking items in. Her job here is done. Her step hit the ground again, putting her new helmet on her head to complete her biker attire - the red dresses and the high heels are far gone. Ranger boots, and a full leather apparel. She then stands besides the door, her hand against the frame, not able to leave before asking that one and last question, looking above her shoulder. "Before I go. How is he..?"

[star4daisy]

trick or treat :)

heeey ;)

an old rosekiller fic idea based off sons of anarchy and a book I had no business reading when I was 15 that I do not remember the name of rn lol

so Barty works for the FBI cuz his father is also an agent and he's basically his lap dog, and Evan is an enforcer at the black brothers biker gang. Barty is sent there to infiltrate the gang by seducing Sirius cuz they think he's the easier target, but Barty ends up catching the attention of their resident murderer aka psycho Ev, they want to just terminate the attempt and send someone else cause Evan is that dangerous but Barty is just insane enough to go for it heheh

trick or treat

[storiesoflilies]

ahhh thankyou for the tag my darling kairo!!! this was fun ehehe :3

favorite colors: neutrals, white is my all time favorite color!! beige is also just soooo pretty too!! i love pastels too, especially green n pink n blue. sage green is wonderful as well.

favorite genres: fiction, fantasy, sci-fi, and drama!

favorite movies: please refer to my about me page!

favorite series: house of the dragon, white lotus, anne with an e, sex and the city, sons of anarchy.

anime: jjk, demon slayer, castlevania, aot.

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For the ask game, 9, 10, & 34 !!

from this ask game!

9 - Tell a story from your childhood.

I'll admit, this ask sat in my inbox because of this question. I've realized I remember mostly only snippets and themes and flashes from my childhood, and I think I've taken the word "story" too seriously in this context; the actual "stories" that remain are either that of horror, or teenage mischief (in which I am not about to be a bad influence on the internet heheh), some of which I would need help from my friends to recall in detail. I tried to maybe find my old photos of when I dressed up as Crona for Halloween when I was about 12 years old, but they must be on my old computer. (For the record, I don't remember that Halloween, I just know it happened. My two best friends dressed up as Medusa and Eruka.) My memories seem to be that of a zoetrope with a lot of the frames cut out; don't get me wrong, I spin them, still, all the same, but I must say it took me a whole month to think up of something to answer with...

Let's see, how do I start this story... I suppose I should preface that I was a bit of an anarchist in high school, in the ways that I could be. An example of which, with the help of some friends, we started two clubs, one of which was an under-the-table incognito after-hours ordeal that was meant for queer kids to have a space with like-peers--especially if their homes were unsupportive and unsafe--and the second was the art club. Now, an "art club" may seem pretty standard, but it was more or less based around a similar idea to the former ^^; But the reason I am describing all of this is because the art club--being comprised of a bunch of other-minded LGBT and ally kids--simply didn't want to (or couldn't, due to their idenities) go to prom. Sooo, instead, we organized a trip to Volcom (RIP), an art studio, an outdoor art museum, and--the headlining event--the graffiti park (also RIP). The graffiti park was just as it sounds: Tiered rows of walls where the public could just come by to make art. We all dressed up in thrifted formal wear (yknow, stuff we could get paint on, dresses and button ups) and played around with spray paint for the afternoon. I caught a glimpse of what makes Austin TX that day as a guy sat at the foot of the hill with a typewriter--you could pay or trade him anything to have him write you a poem (I didn't get a poem from him, but I did get one from an artist last year ^^), and... A guy and his friends who spotted my buttons. He asked if I wanted to trade pins with him. Being a kid, I cautiously declined, but he departed with words I still hold very close to me to this day:

"Peace, love, and anarchy."

10. Would you say you're an emotional person?

This is a fascinating question because I have no idea how to answer it. When you initially sent this, I paced around about it until I got tired. I feel inclined to say "Yes, undeniably," and simultaneously "absolutely not." I'm mentioned before that I'm schizoaffective--one part schizophrenic, one part bipolar--but, I'll admit, the latter has hard for me to get my head wrapped around and conceptualize, I've only very recently have been able to observe and acknowledge when more intense emotions come and go, arrive and vanish without notice. But this is just the thing, right? Observation? I don't know how not to compartmentalize my emotions, so while I might feel something intensely, I sincerely don't know how to express it in a way that's adequate (or "appropriate"), so oftentimes I just don't. Or I get ahead of myself and know I am going to feel completely different--and very starkly so--so my subconscious tries to constantly find a middle ground to rectify future confusion for anyone else involved, or to mitigate the damage of whiplash. How do I explain this? It's hard to excite me, but very easy to interest me, and I often worry that discourages folks sometimes because I tend to have a flat affect about things. "Mania vs happiness" is a very new concept I've been trying to untangle and decode within myself, too. For whatever it's worth, the only emotion I have a firm grasp on is rage--nothing makes me more level-headed and laser-focused than pristine anger, hahaha, and, really, I don't know why. Am I emotional? I don't know. I guess on paper, at least, I am. I come upon social situations and obstacles and I can't help but break them all down to fact and observation. A sort of disorganized tidbit here, but, too, if anything, I struggle to name the emotions I do feel; when people ask how I am, I don't know how to answer other than describing whatever activity I'm doing or project I'm neck-deep in. With both constant compartmentalization and a broken affect (either generally flat or I can't stop grinning about nothing), it's hard for me to pin it down. Perhaps I should ask for an outside perspective... I hope this starts to answer your question.

34. Any pet peeves?

I could ramble on about how much I can't stand small talk from strangers or when my colleagues use work-specific lingo in trying to communicate with patrons, but I've got one better: It blows my mind (/neg) when people seemingly don't have a shred of curiosity about anything. Nothing? Really? NOTHING is fascinating? Okay, yeah, maybe plants are boring to the next guy and maybe they don't care about how the cogs in a machine work, but when I drop a foreign word at work or a patron comes in with a wacky hat or we watch birds court on the sidewalk or we hear a questionable factoid on the news and nothing makes you go, at the very least, "huh..." ??? Rocks my world in a bad way. And I'm not talking about someone with low energy or someone who has a hard time focusing to absorb these kinds of things, I'm talking about "Hey, do you ever wonder--" "No." WHAT. Nothing at all? And curiosity doesn't have to be factual, "why does the moon revolve around the earth?" it doesn't have to be social, "What's your favoruite color?" Curiosity can be dragging a pen across paper just to watch a line appear; so when someone has absolutely no fascination? Maybe it's just something I don't understand. Tell me, AITA? Curiosity is the only thing that keeps me sane, I swear by it.

Thank you so much for the asks and for your patience. ^^