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25: Encountering Sachiko [wrong end 8 ★8]

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This is wrong end 8 ★8 from Book of Shadows Episode #5, and would most likely roughly take place at some point during Corpse Party Chapter 2 if memory serves.

Pairing: Bill, Aimee, Schlatt, Wilbur

Word Count: 2105

Chapter TWs: Blood and Gore, Graphic Depictions of Violence/Gore, Implied/Referenced Character Death

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Whatever you do, don’t look behind you.

The note laid neatly beside the candle on the steps, causing Bill to scoff in annoyance.

“Oh, yeah?” He challenged aloud, almost immediately turning to look behind him in curiosity. What’s the worst that could happen?

He blinked as the familiar figure of Aimee emerged from the darkness below, calling his name out in relief as they recognized each other. “Bill…!” 

“Aimee! Where's Schlatt?” Bill asked immediately, recognizing that she wasn't alone when he'd left her at the pool earlier.

“I— I don't know. He was with me until a second ago, but then we found ourselves running from this man with… an axe, I think…? And we got separated.” She explained awkwardly, glancing back over her shoulder and down the stairs anxiously.

“Oh, shit… Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Bill was quick to step forward and start looking over her bloody clothes before she stopped him.

“I'm okay, I'm okay. This… isn't my blood.” She grimaced a little, before staring down at the floor. “It's just… this school… it's even more dangerous than I thought. Whoever that guy is, I'm sure he's been going around killing anyone who gets lost in here.”

Bill thought hard for a few long moments, before realizing he had no idea what she was talking about. “Well I've never met the guy, but I think the fact that he wields an axe is enough of a red flag for me.”

“Bill… I'm scared. I'm scared that… that if I'm by myself, he'll find me, and…” She trailed off, Bill’s imagination quickly filling in the gaps.

“...okay.” Bill nodded to himself, already set on a plan. “Then I'll stay with you!”

“Really…? Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn't I be?” Aimee seemed to perk up at that, Bill relaxing his shoulders to seem as casual as possible. “That way you won't be alone, and I can watch your back.”

“Thank you so much!” Aimee grinned in relief, throwing herself forward at Bill and latching onto one of his arms with an appreciative smile.

“H—Hey…!” Bill felt bad for the way he nearly immediately shook her off, but something about the way she held onto him made him feel uncomfortable.

“Ah, I'm sorry! You have a boyfriend already, don't you? I think you said his name was Ranboo?” Aimee apologized, blushing slightly and backing away from him.

“No no, we're not like that.” Bill tried to correct, shaking his head and his hands. “He's more like a brother to me, you know?”

“Ahh… I bet life would be a whole lot less boring if I had an older brother like you.” Aimee smiled almost dreamily, and Bill did his best to ignore the strange feeling that blossomed in his stomach.

“If by 'less boring' you mean utterly anarchic, then yeah, maybe!”

Methodically checking the next floor as carefully as they could for Schlatt, the two wandered around for quite a ways before the ambient light of the school seemed to dim greatly.

“It's gotten really fucking dark in here.” Bill commented, squinting in the low light only to see Aimee rummaging around her person for something. “...Aims? What's up?”

“Give me a sec... I have a light.” Aimee took her time gathering darkened things in her hands while grumbling, “It's not just dark, but cold, too…”

“Yeah... We should turn back. This hallway gives me the creeps.” Bill shuddered a little, though he wasn't sure if it was his ever increasing nerves or the chill in the air.

“But… the way back is gone.” Aimee pointed back behind the two, Bill’s eyes finally adjusting to the darkness enough to see that yes—in fact—the wooden floor behind them had seemingly rotted and caved in, preventing them from going back, short of jumping the gap.

“Ah, shit…” He groaned, knowing that it would be better to continue on forward than to try any sort of crazy acrobatics, before suddenly turning to his companion with an idea. “Hey, Aimee. Do you still have that alcohol lamp?”

“Sorry, that didn't quite make it.” Aimee apologized, before holding out her hands that held a matchbox and a few candles with a small smile. “I have plenty of candles, though!”

“Oh, I don't know if they'll be enough.” Bill dismissed, her rolling her eyes before begrudgingly putting the items back to where they came from.

“Well… look! There's a room.” Aimee tugged a little on one of Bill’s sleeves, pointing off into the darkness at something he couldn't see. “Let's go see what's inside. Okay?”

“Hey wait, it might not be safe! We need to—!” Bill tried to stop her, but in the process of the two of them heading in different directions and grabbing at each other, they ended up topping over the floor with loud shouts of surprise. As soon as Bill realized he was on top of her, he quickly tried to scramble away as an uncomfortable blush settled across his face and down his neck. He got up to his hands and knees as quickly as he could, panicked as Aimee stared back up at him with a strange look on her face. “Shit, my bad... I didn't hurt you, did I?” 

“I'm just fine.” Aimee seemed all too comfortable where she landed, biting a little at her bottom lip—much to Bill’s confusion.

“Hey, don't get the wrong idea... I— I didn't mean to.” Bill tried to explain, but she shook her head lightly and blinked slowly up at him with a coy smile.

“Never mind that. What say we have a little chat?”

“...huh…?” Bill wanted to get as far away from her as he possibly could, but stayed rooted to the spot as his brain tried to follow her off-putting offer.

“Don't you like me… Billy…?” Aimee’s voice seemed to change pitch suddenly, becoming deeper as her eyes bore holes straight up into him. He felt himself flinch, opening his mouth to shut her down only to notice the first drops of blood forming in the corners of her eyes. 

Any words he had to say died in his throat as tear tracks of blood ran down her face, more blood beading out of her nose and dripping over her lips, a sense of horror washing over him as he came to the conclusion that something was very, very wrong. “Wh—Who… are you?”

“Who do you think I am, Billy?” Despite the blood now pouring out of her mouth, her words weren’t garbled at all, Bill shaking his head as the horror gave way to dread in the pit of his stomach.

“Cut it out…” He tried to play it off and get back to his feet as the words of—Don't call me that!—got stuck in his throat, then pushing off of the floor with his hands only for her to tightly grab both of his wrists to keep him down on top of her. “L—Let me go! How do you know about me? About Ranboo?!”

Whoever this was—it most certainly wasn’t Aimee, at least not anymore—only giggled, a swirling panic beginning in his stomach as he tried to pull away. Her grip on him was unnaturally strong as it bruised his wrists, no amount of yanking able to break the grip for several long moments until a particularly hard tug got one of his hands free, his arm then swinging wide and smacking one of the girl’s bloodstained cheeks.

“Oww! How dare you raise your hand to a girl… Billy…” Her voice distorted as she giggled again, thick trails of blood starting to leak out of every available orifice of her face: eyes, nose, ears, and even more from her mouth. The skin of Aimee’s face began to peel back like burning paper, curling away from the waterfalls of crimson and flaking off in disgusting, bloody patches. A new, blue tinted face was emerging from underneath the peeling, flayed skin—it was young, child-like, and covered in slimy guts and more blood. Whatever was left of Aimee disintegrated to the sides as the rest of the young girl’s figure emerged, though staying half-submerged in the floorboards. Long, dark hair framed the sides of her face, a long red dress covering her body that began to shimmer in the low light of the hallway to make her seem to glow as she grinned up at Bill, his mind finally catching up with the carnage surrounding him as the rank smell of death started wafting up from the piled remains and ever growing lake of blood around him. The girl still held onto him, him swallowing back vomit as the two stared at each other, waiting for someone to make a move.

“You… were you always… her?” Bill stumbled out, anger boiling up fast as he exploded, “You— You bitch! What the hell did you do to Ranboo?”

“Now what did I do to him? Hmm. I remember he wouldn't shut up.” Sachiko mused, giggling to herself as Bill only glared harder at her. “He kept chirping 'Bill!', 'Bill!', 'Bill!', like a bird. But he's not chirping anymore! Wanna see for yourself?”

“Oh, you're so full of shit!” Bill exclaimed, finally able to break the girl’s hold on him and swing a wild punch to her face.

She blinked in honest surprise as his hit connected and forced her head all the way off to one side—as if forgetting she was corporeal at all—before her dull eyes began to flicker red with rage. “I guess I can’t have any fun with you after all.”

His next wild swing missed as she ducked out of the way, rising up out of the floor to grab him by the throat with both hands. He instantly tried to grab her hold and yank him off, but she was now even stronger than when she’d held him down against the floor.

“Shit—!” He clawed desperately at her hands to get any amount of air back into his lungs, dark spots dancing in his vision as—Ah shit, she’s gonna choke me out. What a fuckin’ way to go.

She knocked them both over and pinned him down to the floor, her face gleeful as his attempts to buck her off were slowly starting to weaken. 

He was incredibly dizzy from the fall and lack of air—his vision was swimming and his hearing was turning to a rather discordant ringing—so he almost missed a familiar voice calling out from down the hallway.

Almost.

“Whoa, Bill? That you?” 

Bill craned his head back as the girl slackened her grip in surprise, seeing Schlatt and Wilbur standing shoulder to shoulder in the hall and staring at him in confusion. Schlatt was the one to call out, continuing, “You sure look like you’ve got your hands full!” with a sarcastic snicker.

“A little—! help—! assholes—!” Bill fumed, the brief slight reprieve from the choking giving him enough air to fight against the girl with a renewed vigor.

“She looks rather strong for a primary schooler.” Wilbur commented as the two ran forward, Schlatt rolling his eyes.

“Actually, you're in America, so she'd be an elementary schooler, you Brit.” Schlatt chastised, Wilbur smacking him before kicking the girl hard in the stomach.

“And here I was expecting you to call me a slur.”

Schlatt laughed as he grabbed the girl by the back of the dress in her moment of confusion from being kicked, yanking her off of Bill in one swift movement and throwing her to the side where she landed like a blood-covered ragdoll. “You good, man?”

“Now I am.” Bill panted, taking Wilbur’s offered hand to get back up to his feet. “Thanks.”

“What happened?” Wilbur turned a side eye to the ghost, who glared at them and slowly sank down through the floor. 

“It’s… a bit of a long story.” Bill trailed off, rubbing at his throat carefully. “Wait, where’s Aimee?”

“We got separated at the pool by this psycho with an ax.” Schlatt shrugged, though Bill could see the lines of concern in his face. “After that I got lost an just happened to run into Wil.”

“Well that crazy ghost was… wearing her skin.” Bill gulped a little as he spoke, the slick blood and guts still piled on the floor.

“Oh! Oh shit!” Schlatt coughed, both him and Wilbur recoiling from the smell they were suddenly aware of.

“Let's get out of here before she comes back, yeah?”

Bill instantly nodded, following the two older boys down the hall, trying to ignore his still aching lungs and the burning panic in his chest.

God, this place is fucked…

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Mad World| Chapter TWO

Joker x OC(Jane Parker)

Summary: Jane was in the wrong place at the wrong time and suddenly her life was falling apart. The past and future of a dangerous obsession which changed his life and destroyed hers completely.

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3 years ago...

The sun was shining with all her force through the thick blanket of clouds above us, trying her best to let the people of Gotham City take in some sunlight, to feel the warmth, but still, everything seemed dark and dull. The whole city always had been dull, sad and depressing in my opinion. Everyday you were living the same, boring life, could see how the rich got even richer, how the poor people lose everything, and how the number of crimes increased dramatically. I've heard a lot about this so-called Batman who was fighting evil, who was standing up for us people, but I've never actually seen him and so I wasn't completely sure if he even existed.

Who knows, maybe he was just an invention made by the rich to give us poor people some hope? I couldn't tell, but I kind of didn't care. With or without a Batman, the city was lost.

"Jane." Confused I looked up from my path to the girl with the black hair, who was now walking next to me, wearing a glowing, pink rain jacket over her school uniform, even though not a single drop of rain has fallen yet.

"How can someone be so happy this early a day?" I asked when I realized how happy she seemed to be.

"You would also be happy if you knew that your crush wants to ask you out for a date today," Aimee, that was her name, announced happily.

"Brian wants to ask you out? How do you even know that?" I asked excitedly, but Aimee had a crush on Brian for over a year now, and to be honest, I kind of had lost my hope that they will ever be a thing, but the luck was on Aimee's side, finally. "Sara told me that Brian had told it her brother and oh damn... I'm so nervous, but I have to act cool and relaxed when he is going to ask me," she said with excitement and smiled brightly, and I was a little less depressed now that I saw her this happy. I was the happiest when the people I cared about were it too, and Aimee was my best friend, my only real friend, and to see her this cheerful, made my day.

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"But if he wants to go and see a movie," Aimee continued to tell me about her ideas of how this date will pass while we entered the school grounds, "Then I have to wear something completely different and... oh no, what does Eric wants from us?" I followed her gaze to Eric, an annoying and slimy boy, who was in our class, and who tried to woo me for months now, but I would prefer to die over dating him, ever. He was the worst. Typical, spoiled boy whose parents had more than enough money, and who therefore thought everyone should adore him. He was a jerk.

"Ladies, I think it would be the best if you won't go all by yourself to school anymore," he greeted us, and I rolled my eyes from his arrogant voice.

"We can take care of ourselves!" Aimee said snappily, but of course Eric couldn't let it be.

"Is that so? And if you meet the Joker on your way?"

"Who is the Joker?" I asked and saw how Eric and Aimee looked taken aback at me.

"You are kidding, right? You don't know who the Joker is?" Eric asked and I shrugged.

"He is a complete maniac," Aimee explained, "Sat the last years in the high security area, but when they tried to move him to the Arkham, he escaped yesterday."

"If he is this famous and dangerous, why haven't I heard from him before?" I asked confused, but his name didn't mean anything to me but with all the criminals in the city it was hard to keep track of who was who.

"You only live here for one and a half year, this is when they got him and locked him up," Eric explained, and we entered the building. Everywhere people were talking anxiously about the Joker, he really seemed to be famous. What did he do to be so well known? It looked like he must be really bad.

"But if he really is such a big, evil person, how did they manage it to lock him up for almost two years?" I asked Aimee quietly, while Eric finally left us, and she began to search for her Brian in hope that he would ask her out.

"No idea. Some people say, he wanted to be locked up, that this is all part of some sick plan of his, but I tell you one thing: If you ever meet him, say your last prayers, because this encounter won't be anything you will survive." Her words kept me thinking. I never was this scared of the city, thanks to my older brother and my father who once was in the military. They taught me how to defend myself, how to handle some weapons, but an encounter with the big maniacs of this city was a number too big for me, and I really wanted to keep as much distance as possible between me and this Joker.

Now...

It was weird to think back to this day three years ago. Back then, I was this normal girl, had no idea about the real dangers of the world and had heard for the first time the name of the man who would change my life completely. The man who changed me. I couldn't stop myself from smiling when I thought about him, about everything that was, considering not all was bad, on the contrary. Without him I would be gone from this world for a long time now, without him everything would be so meaningless. He taught me to believe in something, to give life some meaning, but this place had destroyed all his good work on me. I was nothing but some ruined piece of art. Who knew if there was a chance of ever fixing me again? I had no idea, didn't even know if I should hope for ever coming out of here, and even if all of this is true and I had the chance of getting out, what would happen next? What should I do then? Where should I go? So many questions, and I had no idea if I would ever get some answers.

The loud noise of the door opening fetched me back from my daydreaming, and I looked to Officer Cocksucker, Dan, who seemed to be in a very bad mood. Some days had passed by since my meeting with Amanda Waller. I've tried my best to eat my food, to quit my little strike, but I need the power. I was too weak, needed the food, the energy, so I ate the horrible shit they gave me, wanted to gain some weight again for whatever the mission was. It wouldn't be easy, if it was some nice and easy job, they wouldn't recruit criminals for it. We would all probably die during the next days, but at least we would die in freedom, far away from this prison.

"Well darling, here is your big moment," he said, and I stood up, sighing, was kind of unsure about the whole situation, was scared of what would happen out there.

"What is going to happen now?" I asked carefully and walked to him, but he rolled his eyes clearly annoyed and grabbed my arm.

"You will see," he said simply, and I knew he was this unhappy because he didn't want to lose me, his favourite toy when it comes to torture. Oh yeah, he was pissed about it and he should be. If I really get out of here after this whole thing, I will find him, and I will kill him!

"You can spare me with your bad mood," I said boldly while he pulled me through the corridors, and this was probably the first time I wasn't screaming while he pulled me with him. Making a scene wouldn't help me, I would just make everything more difficult for myself, after all I will leave this shithole.

"Don't think you can become sassy now," he said and turned into a new direction. He wasn't going to the familiar torturing room or the doctor's office, but somewhere new. What kind of room was the destination? The exit? I doubted to be released this easy, they won't just send criminals out there without some necessary precautions. Who was going to be part of this group besides me? There must be others, and from my little encounter with Waller I assume that Harley would be one member for sure. Oh boy. I really don't want to see her again.

"I've always been sassy to you," I mumbled quietly, had no strength for focusing myself on the conversation anymore when we entered a room, which was all white. The walls, the ceiling, the furniture, everything was white in here, and it seemed to be some sort of medical office, which wasn't good. I don't like medical offices, they always meant pain, tests and creepy doctors, it was scary.

"I deliver Jane Parker," Dan said, and before I could realize anything more, he pulled me to some weird device which seemed like you would normally transport beverage crates with it. He tied me to it, and first I wanted to scream and defend myself, but it was probably for the best to behave myself and to act more sane than crazy, to cooperate.

"Good, she will be the last," a woman said and walked with a big needle in her hands towards me, which I faced with big eyes. "W-What are you doing?" I asked her scared, but without answering, she pushed the needle in my neck, and I inhaled painfully, but it was just for some seconds, after that it was bearable.

"Good, bring her to the others," she said to Dan, and I was once again shocked to see how bad they treat you here, like you weren't even human, just some sort of thing, and all because you are some filthy criminal.

"Come on darling," Dan said now a little happier, since he was able to slide me in this thing, had some sort of power over me again. Bastard.

"You know that once I come out of here, you will die?"

"What do you want to do? Go to the Joker? He replaced you, and without him you have no chance against me," he said and I couldn't deny that his words were hurtful, and I swallowed uncomfortably, but I didn't want to rely all my life on some man, and I knew that if I train a little bit more, gain more weight again, I will be able to kill him.

"I will manage it all alone," I said quietly, made a promise, but it didn't matter when we finally left the building, entered some sort of yard and nothing was important anymore because I was outside.

For two years I haven't seen the sky, haven't felt the wind on my skin, couldn't enjoy the heat of the sun, and now I was here, was finally out. I inhaled greedily the fresh air, looked around me with childlike eyes, wanted to explore the new environment and felt how I got Goosebumps from the warm sunlight. This was real and still it felt like a dream, it was too good to be true. I was out, I was really out, away from all the sad walls, the horrible building.

I knew one thing: I never wanted to live without all of this for such a long time ever again. I never wanted to be locked up again and to end up in this prison. To finally be out, it was some sort of miracle. If I had known back then when I was locked up how bad I would miss all of this, how horrible it would be in captivity, I probably would have enjoyed my freedom more, all of this small things around me. I would never make this mistake ever again.

"I bring Jane Parker," Dan said when we reached Rick Flag.

"Jane Parker," Rick said and eyed me again like he still couldn't believe that he really would work with some child.

"Glad to see you, kiddo," Floyd said and smiled. My heart jumped excitedly to see him, even though he was also tied to this weird device, but he was really here, part of this mission.

"Long time no see." "Way too long." "Ok enough," Rick interrupted us, and I saw to all the others, who were part of this thing. There was one guy who looked like some weird mix between a crocodile and a lizard, next to him was some other guy who looked like a typical petty criminal. Then there was a guy who was covered in tattoos and looked a little bit like he was suffering to be here. Next to him was another weird guy, and on his other side was to my deepest displeasure no one else than the bloody Harley Quinn. She had no idea that I was before her the favourite toy of her beloved Joker, that I was the queen at his side, but still we two knew each other.

"So, we finally see each other again," she said happily to see me, and I couldn't do anything but look at her kind of shocked, but what was I supposed to say? She was the new girl at the Joker's side, and it was painful to even look at her and to know that she was special to him, that she was the one with whom he had replaced me. Yeah, he had no idea that I was still alive, but this didn't make all of this easier.

"Yeah, finally," I mumbled.

Rick started talking and explained to us, that we all got trackers in our necks, and if anyone tries to escape, he will blow us up without a second thought. I had no idea if this was real or if he was just talking, but I wouldn't try to find out.

"You will get your old stuff now, so you will be equipped," Rick said when we finally got free from this scary devices, and before I knew what was happening, Floyd reached me and hugged me. It was a weird feeling, but to be honest, it felt nice to be this close to someone again who you actually cared about. I felt better, it was like some weight left my body and I could breathe again.

"I'm happy to see you all good and well," he said when he brought some space between us again. For him this probably also had been the first freely human contact after a long time.

"So, we will go through this together?" "We two and a bunch full of freaks," he mumbled amused, and I followed his gaze to the others who inspected their old stuff, and I almost threw up when I saw Harley being happy over some of her costumes she definitely got from the Joker.

"Your chests," Rick said and brought us our stuff, and I really didn't want to open mine, see my past in it, but I probably had no other choice. The things inside this chest were the things I wore before my life had changed, this was the stuff I got from the Joker, which I wore the last time I've ever seen him.

Slowly I opened it just to inhale painfully when I saw the black dress, I've worn the day I came here, the day everything had changed. I saw to my knife collection I've always worn somewhere on my body, but the real thing, which made everything so hard, was to see the silver necklace with the letter J as pendant. Most people would assume the J stands for Jane, but I knew it better. It was a J for Joker, and I really didn't want to wear this again.

"I need new cloths," I said, took my knives and also the necklace, even though I wouldn't wear it, but I just couldn't throw it away, I had not the strength to do so.

It was a weird feeling to hold some dangerous weapons again, to have so much power in your hands, but it also reconnected me with my past, and I wasn't ready to relive it.

"What is wrong with your clothes?" Rick asked clearly annoyed because of Harley who made a big show by changing her clothes in front of all of them and standing half naked in the yard.

"This is a dress," I said like the problem was obvious, which it was, after all I couldn't fight in a dress, it would be inconvenient.

"I don't believe it," he sighed annoyed, "Bring her some new clothes, some dark clothes, we need to try being more ordinary.

"I think ordinary won't fit us," Harley said, looking to the crocodile man who seemed upset by this. Oh god. One thing was sure, I would lose my mind during this mission, simply because Harley was part of it, and she would always remember me of things I just want to forget.

Aloha :) I hope you like it. Sorry for any grammar or editing mistakes. The gif is not mine. If you want to be tagged, just ask xx

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So @singledarkshade​ has a Dream Movie challenge where we are given 6 actors from our favorite TV shows (or movies), a wildcard actor, and an object that should be incorporated into the plot. 

I decided to make my movie blurb and character descriptions like a “case file” of suspects as my movie is about a Private Investigator team, so enjoy! :) 

CASEFILE: King Investigations is the best investigative group in the country, and they are taking on so-called “unsolvable” cases, refusing new cases until they solve the one they have. One day, an envelope containing $5,000 is slid under their door alongside a note on a strip of paper. The request? To solve the murder of their recently deceased employee. The problem? Every employee of King Investigations is alive and accounted for, so they quickly get on the case - to solve why one of their own is getting murdered, and stop it before it happens.

SUSPECT: Stephanie Beatriz as Aimee Gonzalez 

Role: Technology specialist

Background: Suspect was hired 5 years ago after offering up her services for a case where a woman had been missing for 43 years. She solved the case within 24 hours of joining the team as a liaison and was immediately offered a full-time position at King Investigations. 

Characteristics: An expert at finding someone, if you’ve left even a trace of yourself online she will work tirelessly to find you. Suspect’s favorite color is pink and seems to have a splash of pink on her at all times, alongside any decorations she ever has laying around. The suspect is an out and proud bisexual woman. Suspect seems bright and bubbly, constantly hugging the other suspects and loudly proclaiming her love for them in public. Genuine happiness or an attempt to throw off the case from herself? 

Close relationships: Adam King (best friend), Nelly Johnson (close friend) 

Further suspects are listed under the cut:

SUSPECT: Tom Ellis as Adam King

Role: Founder of King Investigations

Background: Suspect founded King Investigations roughly 10 years ago, but has a PI background spanning two decades. He previously worked for Perry Co., but left under good terms to create the company with his husband, co-worker, and new employee. 

Characteristics: Suspect is a blunt, to-the-point PI who excels at investigating cases, but is not so great on the whole empathy thing. He is meticulous in every detail, and unlike Suspect Gonzalez’s tech-savviness, prefers everything traditional and vintage - from his work method to his clothes to his furniture. He comes off as sarcastic and dick-ish, and he is, but he’s also fiercely loyal and firmly believes in getting justice in every case. He will not give up, no matter how little he has to go on. 

Close Relationships: James King (husband), Lily Mullins (best friend), Aimee Gonzalez (best friend), Andrew Perry (mentor) 

SUSPECT: Michiel Huisman as James King 

Role: PI - particularly skilled in surveillance 

Background: Suspect has been working at King Investigations for 10 years, and like his husband, he migrated over from Perry Co. 

Characteristics: The more grounded counter to his husband, the suspect is a more quiet investigative sort, who also specializes in something that comes a bit harder to his husband - empathy. His role seems to involve trailing individuals and smoothing over any issues that arise, whether they be due to the case or Suspect Adam King’s own behavior. Further information on the suspect could not be found at this time. 

Close relationships: Adam King (husband), Clancy White (confidant), Andrew Perry (close friend) 

SUSPECT: Malcolm Goodwin as Clancy White

Role: “Bodyguard”, particularly skilled in combat 

Background: Suspect has been working at King Investigations for the shortest amount of time (2 years). Suspect began as the King Investigation team’s chief suspect in an unsolved murder, which he was promptly cleared of when the true murderer cornered Suspects Mullins and Adam King, and White apprehended them. He was offered a job shortly after. Suspect does not have a PI license and is instead employed as a “bodyguard” for the Kings, although he freely aids in investigations behind-the-scenes. 

Characteristics: Suspect is soft-spoken and quiet, but seems to attempt to match the personality and energy of whoever is speaking to him. Suspect is an aromantic man who entered into a queerplatonic relationship with suspect Nelly Johnson, and now lives with Nelly Johnson and Lily Mullins. 

Close Relationships: Nelly Johnson (partner), Lily Mullins (friend), James King (best friend) 

SUSPECT: Emmy Raver-Lampman as Nelly Johnson 

Role: Forensic specialist 

Background: Suspect is the one who originally came up with the idea of King Investigations, though she never worked at Perry Co. Suspect worked at the police department for 5 years and became frustrated with the department, and suggested to King and her now-wife (then girlfriend) Mullins that she would gladly work with them under their own company. Suspect immediately quit her department job after King Investigations was founded. 

Characteristics: Suspect is sharp-witted and seems to match King’s wit. She is clearly confident and has an inquisitive mind, constantly checking and re-checking every bit of evidence that comes her way. 

Close relationships: Lily Mullins (wife), Clancy White (partner), Aimee Gonzalez (friend) 

SUSPECT: Isla Fischer as Lily Mullins 

Role: PI at King Investigations

History: Suspect has been working at King Investigations for a decade. Much like the others, she migrated over from Perry Co. Out of the original founders, she has the least experience as an investigator, having started as an intern for only a few months before moving to King Investigations. 

Characteristics: Suspect is sharp-tongued and has a good poker face. She seems to have strong combat skills and is exceptionally manipulating others into giving her information. She and her wife recently moved in with Clancy White. Suspect is seemingly always on guard, scanning for danger in even the most mundane circumstances. Suspect should be watched closely. 

Close relationships: Nelly Johnson (wife), Clancy White (close friend), Adam King (best friend), Andrew Perry (mentor) 

SUSPECT: Harrison Ford as Andrew Perry 

Role: Former head of Perry Co.

Background: Suspect is the mentor to the Kings and Mullins, who all used to work for him before moving on to create King Investigations. Perry retired shortly before the three announced their business. 

Characteristics: He acts as a father figure to these suspects King(s) and Mullins, and sees them regularly, as well as occasionally visiting the other team members. Suspect seemed reluctant to come out of retirement when the investigative team asked him to come out of retirement to help solve the case, but did so upon realizing that it was a life-or-death situation. Suspect seems reserved, but clearly cares for the founding investigators. 

Close relationships: Adam King (mentee), Lily Mullins (mentee), James King (close friend) 

Item - Lamp 

The lamp is remarked upon by every single member of the investigative team. Clancy believes Aimee brought it in, due to her love of pink. Nelly believes Adam brought it in with his love of vintage materials, Adam believes it was Clancy due to his poor taste in decorations, etc. Each team member has an off-hand comment on how ugly the lamp looks before moving on. 

BONUS: Plot summary (with some scenes written in because I couldn’t help myself) 

We start off with a news-voiceover on King Investigation’s latest bust as we see the team stopping a potential murder. The reporter briefly introduces each character (as we see each doing their own thing in the case), and through the voiceover, we see the team turning in the suspect to the police, as well as discovering valuables of their client’s. She thanks them and provides them with a hefty sum of money. The reporter says the team has solved yet another seemingly unsolveable case and preventing a murder to boot, while we see the team begin to move furniture into a new building. As the voiceover speaks about their professionalism, we see Nelly and Adam arguing, and Nelly throwing out an old vase. Aimee sits on the curb, watching the group arguing and struggling to carry the furniture into the house. The voiceover begins to praise the team for their hard work and perserverance, as we see Clancy turn to Aimee and motion towards the furniture, at which point she shrugs and offers him the chips she has been eating. He accepts and sits down next to her. 

The beginning half hour shows the dynamics within the team - a team that seems to bicker constantly, but are obviously very close with one another. They are at lunch with their former boss, Andrew Perry, when he asks how the move is going: 

[The team is clustered around a round table outside. CLANCY is holding NELLY’s hand. LILY has a pleasant smile on her face, but she is looking beyond the group, her eyes scanning the area. ADAM has his legs stretched out, prompting an eye roll from AIMEE, and JAMES has made himself as small as possible, crossing his legs to provide AIMEE more room. ANDREW sits next to AIMEE, looking at the group with an amused smile] 

ADAM: It’s splendid, really, Andrew, save for Nelly throwing out my furniture yet again - 

NELLY: If you get one more ugly-ass vintage piece I am throwing it out, I swear to God. 

ADAM, indignant: I - ugly? These are pieces of history. 

[ADAM processes that NELLY said she would throw out his pieces] 

ADAM: And excuse me? Throw out the furniture I bring into my office? Need I remind you that I am the boss? 

NELLY [mocking ADAM’s indignant tone]: Need I remind you King Investigations wouldn’t even be a thing if I didn’t suggest it? 

[ANDREW laughs and excuses himself to flag down a waiter and get another round of drinks for the table. As he leaves, ADAM and NELLY have a stare down while the rest of the group ignores them. AIMEE reaches over JAMES to steal a fry from ADAM’s plate, but he swats her hand away, never breaking eye contact. The music swells, until finally -] 

NELLY: Fine. I won’t throw away your stupid vintage shit. 

ADAM: Aha! See, this is why I am the boss, everyone.

[The group ignores him, and JAMES grabs two fries from ADAM’s plate, giving one to AIMEE] 

The team gets settled in, setting up security measures, adjusting things around the office, and giving Perry a tour. We see them in a fully furnished office, pouring over what case they want to take on next. Lily pauses for a moment, thinking she’s heard something, but brushes off the feeling and continues on. The team falls silent when Clancy notices a letter that has slid under their door, alongside an envelope with $50,000 in cash with the message: 

CLANCY [with a confused, questioning tone]: My deepest condolences to losing a member of your investigative team, I trust this amount will be enough for you to uncover who carried out this plot, the remainder will be delivered to you upon the completion of the case? 

[AIMEE furrows her eyebrows and quickly counts up each member in the room]

AIMEE: Well unless one of us drops in the next 5 seconds, I’d say we’re all pretty alive. 

CLANCY: Maybe it’s a joke? 

JAMES [gesturing to the money]: It is a very expensive joke. 

The team determines that the note was sent in advance because somewhere, the murderer’s plot went wrong, and so they work with two goals in mind: Figure out who is getting murdered, and why. 

JAMES: First, we have to figure out who is most likely to be our victim. 

[All eyes turn to ADAM, who is intently pouring over the letter. He stops when he hears the lack of silence, and glares at them] 

ADAM: Oh come on now, I get the job done. 

NELLY: I say this with love, but you’re an asshole, Adam. I think every case we’ve ever worked has at least one person who threatened to kill you. 

LILY: And twice it was the victim we were saving. 

ADAM: Well that’s just - 

NELLY [muttering]: I’d kill you myself over your shitty home decor choices. 

[NELLY briefly motions to the garish pink lamp in the corner, but ADAM is not paying attention, because his attention is on JAMES, who has turned to write down ADAM’s name at the top of his whiteboard, and ADAM gives a sound of protest. JAMES looks back at his husband, an apologetic look on his face.] 

JAMES: Sorry, Adam. You know it’s true. 

ADAM [sighs, waving his hand at the board]: Fine, put me on the board. 

[JAMES writes down ADAM’s name at the top of the whiteboard, then underlines his name three times]

Throughout the movie, the team works to identify who the victim could be. Clancy and Lily tail the Kings, convinced that it is Adam or James who are the intended victims. Adam and Aimee work on the idea that it could be due to one of their past cases, and James and Nelly track down the man who sent the letter - a recent British immigrant who claims that he was told to do so and paid by an anonymous caller and that he never got the face. He admits he realized he got the date wrong - 5/6/2021 instead of 6/5/2021, and they realize it is a month before the supposed murder is supposed to take place. 

Coming to a pause in their investigation, James, Lily, and Adam ask Andrew for help. He is reluctant but agrees. The group continues on, getting frustrated as they track down lead after lead without any further break. It comes to a head when: 

[ADAM slams down a file in frustration, and the other members look up, frustration etched onto their faces as well.] 

ADAM: There’s nothing. There probably will be nothing until the murder is supposed to happen. 

[CLANCY sighs and leans his head back, wincing when he hits the pink lamp]

CLANCY: Okay, I know that you love pink, Aimee, but this is ugly even with the color scheme. 

[The team has a confused look on their faces, and AIMEE and ADAM speak at the same time] 

AIMEE: No, Lily brought it in -                    ADAM: Wait, you didn’t bring it?

LILY: Why would I bring this -                     CLANCY: Definitely didn’t, man.

[There is a brief pause as each team member processes, and the team speaks over one another] 

JAMES: I had just assumed Clancy brought it in as well - 

NELLY: Okay, I thought it was Adam. Figured he was just trying to rile me up with his weird furniture.

ADAM: I have taste, Nelly - 

[LILY shushes the group] 

LILY: So none of us bought this lamp in? 

[The group stares at the lamp, and LILY writes on a slip of paper. The other members write as well, understanding that there may be a bug in the lamp, and Nelly grabs her materials to investigate the lamp.] 

As the group continues, they find a listening device in the lamp. Aimee works to trace where it came from, but Adam stops her, and looks to Lily and James, a look of understanding passing between them, as they all recognize and used to use this type of listening device before - at Perry Co. They dig into Andrew and find out that he was not intending to retire until he found out about King Investigations - a week prior to them actually telling him of their plan, and a former colleague tells them that Perry had lamented that if Nelly hadn’t brought up the idea, this never would have happened. They determine that Nelly is his target and start their plan. 

The next scene, Andrew is visiting the office to help with the case. The team confronts him, laying down the evidence: 

ADAM [his eyes are teary, but his tone is angry and cold]: Rather clever of you, got the lamp in what, during the final move? And you listened to us so you’d be ahead of us every step of the way. 

AIMEE: Once we figured out it was you, it was all too easy to track the phone you used to contact [letter sender]. 

LILY [her tone biting]: And we asked you for help. You played hesitant, but we offered you up the case on a silver platter. 

JAMES: And we know exactly who you were trying to kill. 

[The music swells, and ANDREW’s shoulders slump. He knows that he’s been found out. He and ADAM speak at the same time.]

ADAM: Nelly                                               ANDREW [resigned]: Myself 

[There is a pause, and then JAMES speaks, surprise clear in his voice for the first time in the movie] 

JAMES: What?  

From here, we have the conclusion - Andrew admits that he doesn’t hate Nelly, he respects her for understanding when a change needs to occur. He hadn’t planned on retiring until he found out he was losing his best detectives, but he didn’t want them to go onto their new job with any hesitations or regrets, so he announced his retirement earlier than planned. There was just one problem - he began missing his detectives, who he had come to view as pseudo-children. 

Andrew put a plan into place - he would prove, as Aimee did all those years ago, that he could be useful to the team. He concocted a plan where he would fake his death and lead the team down different twists and turns until they found the culprit, at which point he would reveal himself to be alive. Unfortunately, his letter was delivered far too early, and Andrew had to intervene wherever he could in the investigation. 

ADAM: I can’t believe this. 

ANDREW: I know, I know, it was stupid, I just wanted to show you I was sharp and could still do it. 

ADAM: You could have just applied, like a normal person. 

ANDREW: I could have, but that wouldn’t be nearly as fun, would it? 

JAMES: A murder plot is not fun, Andrew. 

The team forgives Andrew, knowing that his intentions were good, but say that they need a bit of time before seeing him again, and he agrees. In the last act a few months later, they are having lunch again, sans Andrew. They return to the office. When they open the door, they see a paper, and Adam sighs before he realizes what it is. It’s a job application, filled out with a resume for an Andrew Perry attached, and he grins. 

[ADAM picks up his phone and sits down, the ugly pink lamp right next to him, and the phone rings, until someone picks up.] 

ADAM [smiling]: Hello there, I’m calling to follow up with your application to King Investigations. It is rather impressive, and we’d like to call you in for an interview.

[Muffled sounds of a voice coming through the phone, and ADAM grins wider] 

ADAM: Wonderful, we’ll see you at 8 AM sharp tomorrow. We look forward to having you on board Mr. Perry 

This was so fun to write! Thanks to @ginnxtonic​ for helping me choose between my two endings lol <3 

[zoequeenz]

Won’t Get Fooled Again (Part 3)

A/N: I would like to apologize for the 3rd Person POV that dominate this chapter. I feel to get the whole story you must know everything you can and sometimes that includes when Percy is not present. I am sorry in advanced. But please enjoy the few moments with her and let me know if I need to figure a better way to write said moments. Also, Tumblr readers, would you prefer I change Persephone to (Y/N)? I know I enjoy those fanfics much better on Tumblr. Please let me know! Thanks, Zoe.

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3rd Person POV at Aimee and Emily’s House

As Agent Jennifer Jareau gives her press statement, young mom Aimee is busy stocking the fridge while her daughter draws at the table. Though she is busying herself, Aimee is listening to what the agent says. The details of the package and label it would have. Her daughter, Emily, asks when her dad will be home. Aimee tells her soon and that he needs to clean up the beach home for the next renters. Aimee asks Emily to unpack her suitcase.

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3rd Person POV at U.S. Penitentiary

Jason sits down.

“You were more ruthless than I expected. If you hadn’t pushed that button, you might’ve had a chance at parole someday.” Gideon tells Bale.

“Yeah. You know, I’ve thought a lot about that day, and there’s one thing I still can’t understand. You trusted me. Why?” Bale asks.

“I never trusted you.” Gideon counters.

“You listened to me.” Bale responds just as quick.

“I made an error.” Gideon tells him.

“I calculated you wouldn’t do it, and you did. Whatever you think, I’m gonna walk outta here, and you never will.”

“Here’s what I think.” Bale starts.

“Sending those agents into that warehouse, it just doesn’t make sense. I mean, I’ve read your books. I had all those things, what did you call it? Um… a homicidal triad. I even came from a broken family, classic sociopath, so when I had the chance to kill six agents plus a hostage, I mean, just because I gave myself up doesn’t mean that I was finished with those people. I still had the remote. You...you should’ve known that. And the emotional release I would feel by pressing that button...well, that was just a little too overwhelming to pass up. Why didn’t you search me before sending those agents in? Why didn’t you do your job, Agent Gideon?”

Bale smirks and turns away.

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3rd Person POV at Aimee and Emily’s House

“Mommy, there’s a present for you.” Emily calls out.

“A present? What does it look like?” Aimee asks back.

“It’s brown with blue letters. Can I bring it to you?” the little girls asks.

The look of horror washes over Aimee’s features as she realizes it was the very same package as the one the blonde lady had just spoken about. Aimee screams out a “NO!” as she runs to the door where her baby girl is standing with the package in hand. Aimee calls the police then goes to Emily, who is now crying. She puts her hands under the package to help her support it. It was getting heavy and if Emily dropped it the poor girl would not survive. When the police show up Aimee tells her daughter to keep holding on. Aaron Hotchner, who just arrived on the scene tells the ATF men to get the mother out of there and tells the person he is on the phone with to avoid bringing armed officers. They do not want to scare the little girl. As the ATF workers approach the mother and daughter, Emily complains about the package being heavy again and Aimee tells her to keep holding on and that she is doing a good job. Tracy, the ATF worker, assures the girl that it will only be a few more minutes as he slides a table-like instrument under their hands. When Emily makes another remark about the weight of the package her mother assures her she can hold on. Tracy asks Aimee to step back. Of course, she is reluctant. He asks for her trust and tells Emily not to move. As Tracy reassures, Aimee does too. Only a few more seconds. Everyone holds their breath as Aimee removes her hands and the table is slowly lifted to under the package. They were safe. Aimee grabs Emily and they are ushered away.

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Persephone Chase’s POV

While Hotch went to the house Elle and I stayed back at the station and continued to look through evidence. It didn’t seem too long before Hotch came back. He was on the phone with Gideon. As Hotch approached Elle and I told him of some new information we had found.

“We might have something. Barbara Keller was having trouble insuring some coins she bought.” Elle starts.

“The insurance company thought they might be fake.” I finished.

“So the insurance company’s blowing up annoying clients?” Hotch asks, confused.

“What if someone sold her the fake coins? She’s on to him...he shuts her up.” Elle responds.

“Were these coins valuable enough to kill over?” Hotch asks another question.

“She told the insurance company she thought they might be worth $12,000.” I tell him.

“All right. Do you two have any idea who sold her the coins?” Hotch questions.

“No, but she had an appointment with a coin dealer scheduled, I’m guessing to challenge the insurance company’s appraisal.” Elle answers. “A guy named David Walker.” I add.

“So maybe he can help us figure out who sold her the coins.” Hotch says.

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3rd Person at U.S. Penitentiary

Spencer Reid makes a phone call to Penelope Garcia for information on Bale and who he may have been in contact with.

“Office of supreme genius puzzle solver. Do you have a riddle for me?” Garcia greeted.

“I found out Bale has been accessing the internet by getting around a firewall that’s set up on a prison library computer. The guy even has an email address.” Reid explains walking through the prison.

“Wow. Sneaky bastard.” Garcia responds.

“Yeah. He’s headed to the library right now, maybe to contact the unsub. Now, is there a way to possibly monitor his keystrokes while he’s online?” Spencer asks.

“I can send him a virus, but he’ll have to open the email for it to work.” Garcia explains.

“Let’s do it.” Spencer answers.

“What do you want in the subject line?” she asks.

“Hm, let’s think.” he responds.

“Something that’ll make him open it.” she explains.

“Yeah. He’s impotent, something that’ll make him feel in control.” Reid answers.

“I got something.” the woman says with a wicked smile growing across her features.

And she did. When Bale went to the computer to check his inbox he had an all too interesting email waiting for him. What man could pass up a hot willing woman who is looking for an inmate.

“You got this guy’s number, he’s visited six porn sites in the past half hour.” Garcia informs Reid.

“Anything else?” he asks.

“Hold on. He’s posting to a message board. Naughtyhobbies.net. Looks like some sort of website for bomb enthusiasts. “To all my friends out there, beware, they are onto you.” she read.

“We need the names of everyone who’s been on that message board in the past month.” Reid tells her.

She begins working her magic. Reid then calls Gideon. He tells him all he and Garcia have been able to find while going through Bale’s computer. He says that the people he had been talking to weren’t from Palm Beach. Gideon asks about the occupations. Reid tells him it wasn’t required so most don’t have it listed. Gideon says the unsub would fill it in because of the pride in his work. Reid agrees. He then lists off the known occupations. Gideon stops him when he mentions an antiquities dealer. Why?

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Persephone Chase’s POV

Elle and I made our way to the Walker residence. When we got there we met up with David’s wife.

“Personally, I couldn’t think of anything more boring than coins and old papers.” she says.

“Are you two single?” she asks us.

“Yes.” we both reply.

“I have a word of advice. Don’t marry the first guy that proposes.” she says.

“I wanted a pool table back there, but David insisted on making it his workshop.”

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3rd Person at Palm Beach Police Station

Aaron Hotchner was at the station waiting for agents Chase and Greenaway to get back to him about the meeting with David Walker when he got a phone call from Reid. He is given a name. David Walker, a potential suspect. He stops writing when he realizes that two of his agents are currently at Walker’s residence and don’t know he is who they are looking for.

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Persephone Chase’s POV

We were about halfway to the garage when Elle’s phone began ringing and a car was starting up.

“Oh what’s he up to now?” Mrs. Walker asks aloud.

“It sounds like a car.” Elle says.

“I hope he’s not committing suicide.” Mrs. Walker says.

I won’t be able to collect life insurance.”

Elle answers her phone and I lean in to hear.

“Elle, it’s him.” Hotch says.

“It’s Walker.”

Just as Hotch finishes, the garage door opens. David’s car comes speeding out.

“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” Elle screams, moving and taking me with her.

When I look up from where I am on the ground I see him hit his wife. Holy shit, he hit his poor wife. Only stopping to get her off his car. Elle and I collect ourselves and ready our guns to shoot at the car. He speeds off without a single hit to it. It was only a few minutes later that Hotch, The EMTs, and the police showed up. I was still kind of shaken from seeing Mrs. Walker get hit and really needed Spencer but he was at the prison with Bale.

“You two okay?” Hotch asks.

“I’ll be okay.” I answer.

“Yeah, I’m all right. But Mrs. Walker…”Elle starts.

“Yeah. Guy’s a real peach.” Hotch responds.

“Morrison’s got a county-wide search out for the car, uniforms are gonna try to find out where his haunts are, and ATF should be here any minute.”

“You sure you’re alright?” he asks again.

We nod.

“Mrs. Walker said her husband spent most of his time in the garage.” I say.

“Let’s check it out.” Hotch responds.

We all head over to the garage. It looked like a typical garage. Tools on the wall. Plywood walls. However, it wasn’t as messy as normal garages.

“Well, we got the organized part right.” Hotch said.

“What’s this?” Elle asks pointing to a contraption.

It looked like a battery type thing with jumper cables attached connecting to a dime.

“I’ve seen these. It’s for electroplating.” Hotch says.

“Look at the date on the coin.”

“It’s half gone.” I say.

“He was using this to build up the metal so he could change the dates on the coins.” Hotch explains.

“To increase the value.” Elle says.

“Exactly.” Hotch responds.

“Like what he did with Barbara Keller’s coins.” Elle says.

“Look over here. Check this out.” an officer says.

We all go over. It was a cork board of newspaper clippings. He was keeping track of who made the best bombs. Surprise surprise it was Bale.

“So this is why he chose to use Bale’s design.” Hotch says.

“He was working on something.” Elle says, pulling away a sheet.

Under it was materials for a bomb. On the board, clippings from the explosion Bale caused that killed the six agents.

“Make sure Morrison tells your officers that this guy is smart, dangerous, and he has absolutely nothing to lose.” Hotch says to the officer.

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3rd Person POV at FBI Headquarters

As Penelope Garcia lays out her lunch and gets ready to eat Derek Morgan throws down a big stack of papers.

“You ready to do some work?” he asks.

“Why not? I haven’t slept this week. I might as well give up eating, too.” she answers, defeated putting her sandwich down.

“Oh, poor baby. Try not to let the tears hit the paper. It gets a little messy.” Derek teases.

“Hmm. What are they?” she asks.

“These are emails from Bale’s account. Reid forwarded them to me.” he tells her.

“What are we looking for?” she asks again.

“Well, right now, this guy Walker’s in the wind, so we gotta look at him from every angle, see if we can figure out his next move.” Morgan explains.

“Signature behavior. If Walker got bomb making tips from Bale, then maybe he got tips on staying clear of the cops.” Garcia says.

“Uh-oh somebody’s been taking notes.” Derek says teasingly.

“Medical school, schmedical school.” Garcia responds.

“Ha, ha, well, don’t hurt yourself, Garcia.” he laughs.

“Now find me something.”

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Persephone Chase’s POV

We made it back to the station. Gideon is now with us and Morrison tells us they have yet to find Walker.

“What do we know about Walker?” Gideon asks.

“He’s a quiet career criminal. Spent four years in prison for a series of forged checks when he was in his early 20s. He’s now 46. Past 18 years, he owned a store which sold coins, maps, and historical documents. We raided the place as soon as you gave us Walker’s name. Most of his inventory was fake, forgeries valued in the millions.” Morrison explained.

“But the walls started to close in on him. We talked to some of his clients, and he was in debt up to his ears. And promising stuff he didn’t have time to forge.” Hotch adds.

“The Barbara Keller found out that the coins he had sold her were fake. She threatened to out him.” Elle adds.

“And if she had, all the forgeries would have been discovered. He would have done 20 years.” I say.

“So he had to shut her up?” Gideon asks.

Hotch nods.

“He planted all those bombs just to kill one little, old lady?” Gideon asks, confused.

“Yeah, and to throw us off, he made it look like it was much bigger than it was.” Hotch adds.

“You hear me? I said stop now!” an officer yelled, grabbing everyone’s attention.

It was a man with a bomb around his neck.

“Please...help me.”

“Everyone back...Now. We need bomb squad in here.” Morrison says as he and the other officers pull out their guns.

“Please...it’s not me.” the man pleads.

“Don’t come any closer.” Morrison warns.

“Put your hands up and walk slowly back out.”

“I can’t. He’ll kill me.” he says.

“Who will?” Gideon asks.

“I don’t know. He held a gun to me…put this on me. He said...you’ll know who he is.” the man explains.

Gideon shrugs. “Well, what does he want?”

“A helicopter. A passport. He’s watching.” the man tells us, motioning his head towards the door.

“Once he gets what he wants, he’s got instructions to defuse the bomb.”

“Walker’s close by.” Gideon says.

Morrison orders for snipers around the perimeter. Gideon tells the man we understand and we won’t leave him. He pleads again to get it off. Gideon explains we need to know how it is built first then we can get it off. Tracy came in and quickly took a picture. The room was at a standstill. The poor man whimpered. Let’s hope we can figure this out, saving this man may help wash the imagine of Mrs. Walker out of my head.

NEXT CHAPTER

[thealternateuniverse]

Mr. Brownstone (Slash) Part I

It's been a month of craziness here in the island. I love the place, if only I could live here forever.

A lot  changed during our stay here like Katherine got knocked up by Steven, their affair started the night when Axl beaten up Slash and then that's it they are expecting a baby. We don't know what's the real score but Steven seems to care.

The band is on off tour that's why they are staying here and working on some new music too.

"Wes I didn't know you can cook?" I turn off the stove wipe my hands on my apron.

"Too bad, they didn't give me a chance to cook here."

Charlie is here in our place (that I share with Slash) for lunch. Axl and Slash went to L.A yesterday to attend some matters Charlie is feeling alone in their place so she is here.

I can see that they are so happy together especially Axl, he seems in a good place now. We also found out that they had a sex tape, the one Axl and Slash were fighting last month.

I don't know how Charlie handled the scandal but by the looks of it it didn't bother her.

"I just miss him." Charlie pouted. She is talking about  Axl. They were inseperable.

"They will be back tonight for sure."

I assured her. Slash said they won't be long.

"Yeah they better be cause I can't bear everytime I hear Steven and Kath fucking." We both laugh.

Now I know why Slash loves her.

She is bold and never backs down but she is dense and too inlove with the other guy.

I know that rock n roll involves drugs, I just never thought that it already get the best of some. I've seen paraphernalias in the bathroom and I know Slash is doing shots I just hope he won't take it too far. He's always high, I even wonder how does he deal with me or us everyday in that state.

"So how do you deal with Slash? He's the second one I wanted to kill after Axl."

We are in the Patio eating our lunch together.

"We're going along fine. He's funny and....well interesting."

Charlie looks at me unbelievably. "Ohh nice one even though he is a pain in the ass."

That's because he loves you.

Slash was high and drunk one time, he thought I was Charlie and just confessed to me his feeĺings. I was shocked at first cause Axl and Charlie is together now. The next day he didn't remember a thing but everytime he is drunk he keeps mumbling about Charlie. I wish I had a reason to hate Charlie because she is one of the reasons why Slash can't just stop the heroine and coke, but it is Slash's choice to fuck up his life. It just scares me that one day we'll find him dead in this place.

I care about Slash you know.

"He is really nice. If he is not just high always I think he is the most stable in the band." Charlie and I both laugh at my remark.

"I think you two will be a good pair." I almost choke to what she said. If she only knew that the guy loves her.

"Nah. I don't think so. Plus he likes someone already."

Her eyes widened. "Really? Why the hell he didn't tell me this?" Because it's you.

It was around 4 when Charlie went back to their place and I was left here alone again. I went to my room and retrieve one of Slash's bottle of Jack.

The villa is dead silent and it will be boring if I will drink alone so I bother the next door. Izzy's and Aimee.

Aimee is crazy is as everyone, just break in a little to her bubble and you'll see that side of hers.

"Too early for drink eh?" Aimee is the one who opened the door.

"I'm bored." She rolls her eyes.

"Come in."

She led me inside her place, I found Izzy in their living room strumming some chords in his guitar.

"Hey Iz, be a good friend and let's have some drink."

I sat on the single couch across him.

"God I am here in this place cause I want to lay off some booze so spare me."

I rolled my eyes and Izzy continued playing his guitar.

"Bummer."

Aimee went back with a glass and a coke. While Izzy left us and went to Aimee's room.

"Err- that's the first time." I said when he closes the door of Aimee's room.

"I don't understand him sometimes." Aimee shrugs off. I guess it's just Izzy's time of the month.

We shared the bottle of Jack Daniels and we drink our asses off until it is empty. I'll crash here later when I'm too drunk to get to my place.

Aimee keeps cracking corny jokes but I also find it funny.

"Shit this is so unlady like of us." Aimee said while wiping her tears from all the laughing.

"I have something for us."

She drunkenly stood up and pick out something from her bra.

"Ta daaaa."

I think I sobered up when I saw the cocaine and the fancy straw.

"What the fuck? Where did you get that?"

She swayed the object as if it's the most magical thing in the world.

"Well don't tell Izzy. I saw him doing this and you know why not try some."

Aimee hiccuped. She put down the drug on the table.

"God Aimee. Is this even legal?"

She rolled her eyes. "Duh we are in some remote island as if the cops will patrol here." Aimee made some line of the coke on the table and started snorting. I put my palm on my face. What are we getting into?

Aimee wipes her nose after and handed me the straw. "Your turn."

I look at the straw and hesistated.

"Fuck you Aimee."

I took the straw from her leaned down and tried snorting this white substance that is about to change my perspective of life.

"Yay!" Aimee jumps from her seat and bounce on the sofa. Damn she is already high.

I wipe my nose and stop myself from sneezing. I almost sneeze. The drug started it's effect. I feel dizzy all of a sudden, hell I could even hear my heart hammering down to my ribcage. It also started to feel hot and I could see fairies. Fucking fairies.

"Wes!! Wes!"

Aimee's words echoed to my ears, Jesus! Even Aimee has wings.

"Aimee you have wings! You have fucking wings!"

God this feel so good. Am I in fairytopia? Everything smells fruity and feels fluffy.

"Shit! We need to fly Wes! We're fucking flying!"

Now I know what Slash feels.

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Izzy's POV

I heard a thud and some breaking outside. The two must be drunk already their laughter said so and I can't fucking concentrate on the technicals I'm doing. Axl wrote a song, me Slash and Duff are already working on the technicals but the two women outside is making it impossible because of their chattering.

Another crashing came from outside and I stop what I'm doing. That's it. They haven't eaten dinner yet the two of them are drunk already.

I unlocked the door and checked them in the living room, my eyes widened when I saw how messy it is but one thing caught my attention.

"Where the fuck did you get that?"

There were excess of cocaine on the table, it's a lot and a straw and already four bottles of Jack Daniels. Where the fuck did it came from? I thought they only drink one?

"Izzy, Izzy so easy!" Wesley sing songed. She look so fucking high and drunk. Her pupils are dilated and made her eyes all green.

"Wes, he had wings too! Fuck! It's the fairy godfather!"

Aimee caught me off  guard when she lounge her self to me causing us to fall on the floor.

"Jesus Aimee!" I held her waist to get her off me but the woman is heavy and stubborn.

"Aims! I'm flying to the sea!"

Wesley jumped from the couch and ran outside in her drunken state. God forbid what if she will get into the sea it's dark already.  Slash will kill me.

I helped Aimee first and made her sat on the couch. "Aimee. Stay here."

She nodded slowly and I ran after Wesley.

-

Axl and Slash just got back from L.A. and the place is awfully quiet. It's over dinner time so Wesley must be with the other girls, Slash thought . But he is wrong because she is running towards the beach and Izzy is after her.

Izzy look like he's chasing after his chicken escaped. Wesley probably didn't saw him and ran past him with Izzy yelling behind. He wanted to laugh because they look childish plus Izzy don't play childish games.

"Damn it Slash! She's high and she wants the beach fucking chase her!"

It didn't take him time to think about what he said and ran after Wesley who is already sprinting to the beach

"Wesley!!!" 

Slash managed to keep up with her and got her before she could step into the water. They both stumble and fall to the sand.

"Jesus I thought she's gonna drown."

Izzy also came running after him.

"A-aww!" Wesley remained lying on the ground but Slash pick her up and carried her bridal style to their place with Izzy following behind.

He place her on her bed and went back to Izzy who is waiting on the living room.

"What happened Iz?"

He is suddenly curious what they did the whole day that end up Izzy chasing her.

"They were drinking then they were snorting."

His eyes widen. He think he heard Izzy wrong. "What the hell?"

Izzy shook his head. "I think Aimee sneaked some from me then they used. I swear Slash it was a lot."

Damn these women gave Izzy a mini heart attack. He don't know if they already tried before but thank the heavens no one is dead and he is slightly pissed because Wesley is high. 

"You should take care of Aimee Iz. I'll handle Wesley."

Izzy's eyes widen. "Shit I forgot the other one! Goddamn these women."

Izzy ran back into their place. Maybe this is the reason why he didn't drink today and miraculously sober. He don't know how Wesley handles him when he is drugged up but he always woke up harmless.

Now he had to deal with her. He went back to her room and found her sitting on the floor.

"Wes, you okay?"

He asks. Wesley look up to him and held her both arms up.

Slash help her stand. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

She ran into the bathroom and vomits on the toilet bowl. Slash followed her.

Wesley is hugging the bowl as if her life depends on it. He helped her by massaging her back and held some of her hair that comes in the way.

"I'm not drinking again." She mumbles before puking again.

"Oh yeah? Tell that to Izzy." He clenched his jaw and stop himself from speaking.

Wesley stopped puking and leaned on him passed out.

"Hey pumpkin. We gotta clean you up first before sleeping."

He taps her cheek lightly but Wesley is dead at her feet.

Slash has no idea how to take care of a woman when drunk. It's always women who takes care of him when he is drunk and high.

"Shut up Slash! Go to Bed." Wesley mumbles.

Slash grins. This woman had no idea what she got herself into. Coke always fuck you out.

"Yeah I'll go to bed. But you need to clean yourself first."

Wesley leaned away and stand up. Slash thought she's gonna fall but the woman lie down on the bath tub.

"Fuck. Help me." This is a long night for Slash.

[kyidyl]

Can we talk about art for a second?

I’m pretty sure none of you are following me for art content because that’s just not what I do normally, but I’ve been working on some stuff and I just wanted to share. Here’s my current WIP:

I’m using sketchbook on my iPad Pro, and...can we just talk about process for a second? I’m gonna put this behind a cut just in case it gets long and because this isn’t my normal content. 

So I’ve been drawing almost my entire life, but I didn’t really start teaching myself anything good until around 9th grade (which is like...14 years old.). I started by copying Disney characters and then I was introduced to comic books and I copied those. I was in college when digital art start making its way into the art world. People would color their pencil drawings (this was shortly before tablets, so...with a mouse.). I grew into an artist around the time people like Aimee Major and Stephanie Lostimolo were really starting to stand out. And I don’t know about other fandoms, but I was in the gargoyles fandom and from what I can tell...a LOT of modern digital art has its genesis in that fandom. Anyway, what I’m trying to say here is that I started using photoshop with version 3.0 and I’ve had a Wacom tablet almost since the day they came out (gen one graphire tablet represent!).

I’ve never, in all that time, gotten the hang of digital painting. I have a hard time with tablets because you can’t tilt them like you can tilt a paper and it takes a weird sort of hand-eye-screen coordination that I just never mastered. But digital art is so beautiful that I’ve always WANTED to be able to do it. I can make graphics and edit photos but I have a hard time with painting. I have seen the million myriad ways of doing it, and most of them start with the same idea: lay down flats and then lighten or darken as necessary. And this never worked for me because a, the airbrush tool isn’t painterly enough for me and b, it takes for goddamned EVER. For. Ever. And I’m a fast artist! I can spit out a whole line drawing in like a half hour-45 mins with traditional media. But I have adhd, and so finishing long term large scale detailed projects is often not in the cards for me. So dumping like 48 hours of work time into a painting isn’t going to work for me.

But recently I’ve gotten back into art again and I’ve been watching the sky artist of the year and I decided I was curious about oil painting and, well, one hyperfixation later, here we are. I don’t have the money or space for actual oil painting, so I went to sketchbook to see if there was an alternative, and there is! So because I wanted to learn how to oil paint I finally figured out how to digitally paint and I’m gonna share that with you in case you, like me, struggle with the time input and focus required to do digital art.

First, I started practicing poses by drawing an outline over any image that caught my fancy. I have a good understanding of human anatomy because of my science background, but my poses aren’t creative and I especially struggle with perspective and multiple figures in an image. So I started to do line drawings over an image. Here’s the stock image I used for the WIP:

Look at all that fabric! Look at the movement! I love it. So I traced it:

Yes, TRACED, because tracing is a tool like anything else.

Then I choose colors. I pick 5: a midtone (the color you want the thing to be perceived as. In my case, you can see it in the WIP at the top.), a slight dark, a slight light, a blackened tone for deep shadow, and a very light tone for highlights. I always default to white light when choosing these colors, and I’ll get to my reasoning further down. The palette for the robe looks like this:

(Ignore the tan and blue, they’re for another project)

Then you start to lay down flats. Now, I do this with the synthetic oil brush in sketchbook because I like the texture (this image though I’d laid down the flats with the airbrush months ago and didn’t want to redo it, hence the lack of texture and the 100% opacity.), and as with oils, my approach to digital now is to layer rather than cover. Staying in the lines isn’t important. In fact, you should go outside of the lines because it will help you get shadows and highlights along the edges later. What IS important is putting everything on different layers. When in doubt, new layer. I work from back to front, which means that the base layer is the background. In front of that is the skin, in front of that is the robe, in front of that is the teal inside of the robe, in front of that is accessories. Hair varies depending on what’s going on with the image. Here I’ll probably put it between the skin and robe. Ask yourself: what is this covered by? And the use that to decide layer placement. Special effects are a whole other thing, as are highlights. I’ll get to that in a second tho.

The next step is to create an oversketch. This serves much the same function as an undersketch in oil painting, only in reverse because your reference photo is under - and covered - by your work. I started doing it because as I was painting I was flicking the layer on and off, making it transparent, whatever just to see where the shadows are on the reference image. It was a real pain in the rear. So I started making the blobs and borders of the highlights and shadows with an oversketch. You don’t need a method for telling which boundaries are for shadows and which are highlights because for that you can just turn the layer on and off. Just mark where the General shapes are. Here’s the oversketch for this drawing:

See? Blobs of General Area. When you’re painting, use them to lay down color and then turn them off when you’re blending because they’re not part of the final image and you don’t want to end up with gaps that were covered by the over sketch. To do this, I use the 9b pencil tool and black, but tbh just se whatever you like. That’s just my preference.

Now, for the shading. I started by trying a bunch of different natural media brushes but I eventually ended up sticking on a kind of weird choice: the fan brush. I keep the flow around 20%, which gives me these nice textured marks to lay down color, but then if I don’t lift the pencil up it stops laying down color and instead starts to blend. This means a, I can make it as smooth or painterly as I like with one tool and b, I can paint and blend with the same tool. No more muddying up my drawings by over-blending with the smudge. No losing the texture while blending because it blends with the texture. And the shape of the fan brush allows me to be smudgy with I like, but also will do hard edges. Plus the blending thins out the colors so I can get neat effects by laying down colors on top of each other because it stays a little transparent. You end up needing to lay down a lot of “paint” to get opacity but that’s ok because it allows you to make more complex colors. That’s good, because things like skin aren’t a color. They’re chemical: they’re melanin in cells over blood vessels and muscle and skin is transparent. Even very dark skinned people have undertones. So when you build up paint this way you can capture undertones without ruining your painting. Which, I’m pretty sure, is how it works in oils. But it translates well to digital.

So at this point, painting your image is basically a calming adult coloring book. You lay down color, blend, check your reference, repeat. But a few things to keep in mind:

- Take note of the darkest and lightest areas of the image. Nothing should be lighter or darker than these areas. Nothing in the drawing above will be darker than her back because that’s the darkest area of the painting.

- See the trees and the forest. Sometimes a detail doesn’t make any sense until you’ve seen it in context. Trust your guide and your photo reference. But also make sure that you don’t get so stuck in the details that you can’t relate one area to another. A fold that goes through two areas should be consistent across those two areas, even if you painted them separately. An area might seem dark in comparison to what’s next to it, but it isn’t as dark as the darkest area of the image so don’t go whole hog. Keep it in context.

- Folds in clothing aren’t nonsensical. They are a result of the movement and weight of the fabric. Ergo, the shadows and highlights that create them should also make sense.

- If you’re having a hard time figuring out where the highlights and shadows are, make a copy of the reference image layer and desaturate in, then turn off the colored reference layer.

Lastly, I’m finding it helpful to keep the highlights from colored light on its own layer. I didn’t used to do this, I used to use the colored light as one of my highlight colors. But the truth is that most objects are shaded by more than one light source, and so I’ve decided to do all the shading as white light and then the green (which will eventually be from some kind of green magic.) is on a different layer. My reasoning for this is that it helps keep the integrity of the shading and it prevents the colors from bending too much and getting muddy. So if I add a green highlight and I don’t like it then it’s easy to remove. I don’t have a highlight and shading that’s now ruined by green because I’ve been using light flow brushes. So colored light on its own layer. How much of a highlight you give it entirely depends on how strong your light sources is and whatnot. So far I’m satisfied with just hitting the high points, but I may change that later on.

When you’re done painting the area, go ahead and erase all of the excess paint around the edges of it and clean it up. I like to leave the black outline as part of the image, but if you don’t want to do that you should turn it on and off as necessary while painting so you can make sure to fill in gaps and get clean lines between the areas of color.

So if you made it all the way down here, thanks for reading my ramble. :)

[bookenders]

11/11/11 Tag Game: 16/17/18?

Back again to spill the tea about myself for all you lovely people.Thanks @cataclysmic-writer, @maybeillwriteit and @aurisadventure for the tags!

My answers are under the cut. 😊

Rules: Answer the 11 questions of the person who tagged you, make up 11 questions, then tag 11 people to answer them. 

Bilbo Taggins: @brittanyisart, @quilloftheclouds, @brittanyisart, @brynwrites, @creatvrae, @elisabethrosewrites, @elizabethsyson, @ren-c-leyn, @yetmorestories, @pinespittinink, @timefire25

My Questions:

What are your thoughts on throw pillows?

Do you have any podcast recommendations? How about TV shows?

What month would you be on a calendar, and what would the picture be?

What is one book that you absolutely love, no matter what anyone else has to say about it? 

What’s your favorite kind of scented candle?

What’s your favorite urban legend?

Would you ever go on an arctic expedition?

What’s the furthest from home you’ve ever been?

What is the best snack?

How purple do you allow your prose to be/get? What’s your purple limit? Is there one?

What’s one word/line/scene/character that you want to put in a story, but you haven’t found the right place for yet?

@cataclysmic-writer‘s questions:

What do you eat or drink while writing? It varies depending on how I’m feelin’. Usually a big giant glass of water. I used to have coffee and/or tea, but it always got cold because I forgot about it. That’s actually how I used to measure my progress, by how cold the drink was.  And coffee got me too jazzed to sit still, so I stopped drinking while writing. Good for academic papers, though.

Best piece of advice you ever received? Like... ever? Okay. People are more interested in themselves/absorbed with themselves to really care what you’re doing. Very empowering for someone with real bad social anxiety (like myself heyooo).

Which book inspired you to write the most? I’ve talked about Laurie Halse Anderson’s Wintergirls before, and I’m gonna mention it again. And that I went to a signing for her new book Shout and I got to thank her and my life has been enriched a thousand-fold.

Which author do you try to emulate when you write? Oh, man, I do not do this at all. Okay, well, not at all, because I find it to be a valuable writing exercise to practice with. But I super don’t. I’ve done projects where I’ve emulated Walt Whitman, Philip Levine, Tolkien, Dostoevsky, Poe (eugh), and Anne Valente. Those were super fun. I like imitating styles and I’ve gotten pretty darn good at it. Sometimes I tell myself to put a Gaiman-like twist on a section, though, or describe something like another author if it fits the tone for funsies. But I like writing like me! 

Where did you get the idea for your current wip? I’ve already talked about Heart to Heart, so I’ll talk about “Fish Food!” This one happened when I was pondering superheroes, James Bond, tropes, evil monologues, and the like. I had the image of a hero tied up and dangling over a pit of piranhas while the villain detailed his evil plan. But the hero didn’t follow the script. And then, like every one of my short stories, it spun way out of control. I started to think of what heroes would inhabit this world that erupted from the fertile soil of my brain and suddenly I had a big complicated story that I was excited about. And it was funny, which is a change for me.

Do you have a go-to beta reader/writing buddy you bounce ideas off of? I do! One of my goodest friends is a fellow writer and she’s my spaghetti wall if I need assistance. We went through the same creative writing program one year apart and had different teachers, so we offer each other pretty different advice, and it’s great. She’s super into fae lore, too, which is ridiculously helpful for me, a nerd who is writing a light fantasy story with fae in it. We operate in different styles and genres, though, so sometimes idea-bouncing is a little tricky.

Which of your WIPs is your favorite? Of the ones I’m working on right now? Probably “Incarnate.” Partly because it’s closer to my usual writing fare, partly because it’s weird and disturbing in my favorite ways, partly because the ending is really cool and surprising in a way that hits you long after you finish it. I also like it because it’s hard for me to write. Yay, challenges!

Tea, coffee, or soda? Tea for chillin’, coffee for workin’, soda for pizza times.

If you could have any fantasy creature as a pet, which would you have? A brownie to clean my house, or a domovoi to act as a weird home security system would be neat. For non-practical purposes, I’d also say a pegasus. I can ride pretty well and it’d be so convenient to just fly everywhere on my awesome horse buddy.

Do you like creepy/scary movies? NOPE. I am a big chicken shit when it comes to spooky things. As a kid, I was terrified of E.T. That’s how bad it was. 

What genre do you have yet to write in, but want to write soon? Hm. Maybe historical fiction? I already play with it a little bit without actually going into the history part of it too deeply. Maybe I’ll give it a shot in the future.  I’ve always wanted to give magical realism a good try, though. It’s always been hard for me to write. 

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@aurisadventure​‘s questions:

1. Who is your favorite oc? Why?

Right now, it’s Lithium from “Fish Food.” She’s just so fun. I also just figured out a big part of Jill’s character that I’m excited to add to H2H!

2. What is your favorite thing to do when you’re not writing?

I got into cooking a while ago, and that’s pretty fun. I do yoga sometimes. I read a bunch. I also like putting things together. Honestly, I’m a big giant nerd who likes learning in their spare time.

3. What is your least favoured genre?

Hard sci-fi is really hard for me to get into. And some contemporary stuff, but it’s not as bad as hard sci-fi.

4. Top three favorite video games? (Any console)

DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS (with Awakening DLC, obvs) (except for the goddamn Mage Circle Fade part I hate it and it deserves to burn in hell)

Ori and the Blind Forest (I’m stuck on the last stupid fire volcano level and I’m so mad because it’s hard but this game is beautiful)

To The Moon (so many tears, such good story)

Honorable mention to Assassin’s Creed 2. 

(I love RPGs.)

5. What’s the craziest thing you’ve done for inspiration?

Hm. I don’t really go out and seek inspiration like this. I just consume a whole lot of art in varying mediums. 

I went to a poetry slam one time. Does that count?

6. Buggy or Cart?

Horses, buggy. Oxen, cart. As much as I’d like to be Gandalf...

7. Have you finished any of your wips?

I am so goddamn close to finishing “When Your Song is Over and Done” I can taste it. I’m hoping to write that last stupid scene this week. It’s been the one WIP that’s been kicking my ass lately. How rude.

I’m a short story writer, so I finish a lot of my WIPs. It’s kinda nice. That’s also why longer projects scare me.

8. But like… can I read it?

😉

In the meantime, you can read these!

9. What is your favorite animal? Why?

Highland Cows! Just look at them. 

I’m sure I have a more interesting answer for this, but honestly, cows are all I can think of. I love cows. 

10. Name one place you want to visit more than anything.

Norway! Not sure why. Seems like a really cool place to be.

(I lied I love space and want to go to the observatories.)

11. What is your most cherished childhood memory?

Saturday mornings curled up in my grandfather’s armchair watching TV and eating Burger King before we go visit the animals at the farm.

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@maybeillwriteit‘s questions:

1. Which oc would you most like to go for a drink with?

I don’t drink, but I think Treena would be an excellent conversation partner. 

2. Where do you like to write? Bed? Desk? Cafe? etc etc

I have a desk in my room. Not that I usually write at it. I’m good anywhere I can sit up straight and rest my arms.

3. Which of your ocs do you think people are most likely to make fanart for?

Eventually, I hope Mel. I love her character design. Or the superheroes and villains from “Fish Food.” They all have really distinct appearances and cool costumes/uniforms.

4. Favourite piece of writing advice you’ve received?

Probably the time my mentor also admitted he hated writing dialogue, but that sometimes you just gotta. 

5. Which place in your stories would you like to live? (i’ve read this sentence ten times and i ain’t convinced it’s grammatically correct lol)

(maybe: In which place/where in your stories would you most like to live? I dunno this one’s freaking my brain.)

Linsay would be the best place to live, I think. A very chill small town that has everything you need, very supportive soon-to-be friends, an apothecary on stand-by, and lovely weather. Its residents are fiercely protective and are very willing to look the other way where the law is concerned if it helps someone.

6. Do any authors/books influence your writing? Which ones?

Oh, tons. Jim Butcher, Laurie Halse Anderson, George Saunders, Anne Valente, Tolkien, Gaiman, Matt Bell, Aimee Bender, and a whole bunch more authors. And, if you wanna get all heartfelt about it, every single book I’ve read has influenced my writing, whether it’s learning how to do something, learning how not to do something, or finding a new technique that jives with my style.

7. Pick one song that represents your wip.

I’ve done a bunch of song stuff with H2H, so this is for “Fish Food:”

Honestly, my first instinct is “Superboy and the Invisible Girl” from Next to Normal. But it’s not quite right.

I also wanna say “Super Friends” from Holy Musical B@man. 

But in my heart, I know the true answer is “Under Pressure.” How could it not be?

8. Favourite thing about being a writer?

The feels! I love writing things and getting my own feels out, then making other people feel things. It’s so satisfying. 

9. Characters or plot, what came first?

Characters! Oh my God, always characters. And before characters, concept and theme(s). Sometimes a scene just pops into my head and I have to figure out who these people are and why they’re there.

10. Do you like writing prompts?

I do indeedy. They’re pretty helpful when I’m stuck. I only write for the ones that instantly spark an idea in my brain, though. All the ones I’m getting for my 800 followers celebration are insanely good. 

11. Part of your wip that you’re most excited to write?

Oh, man! So many!

H2H: The climax! Well, one of them. The one of the magic incidents and Mel and Gemma’s relationship, to be specific.

Fish Food: When my main two dudes meet Lithium! And figure out what’s going on with her. Or anything about Lithium’s real life. Her story is wild.

WYSiOaD: The goddamn rooftop scene that’s been kicking my ass for a month. It’s gonna be so emotional and poignant and great and I can’t wait for it to be over.

[cosmicteadust]

[LOGH fic] Guys Like Me

Fandom: Legend of the Galactic Heroes

Pairing: Oskar von Reuenthal/Yang Wen-li

Wordcount: 2600+

Summary: The opening scenes of an artist!Reuenthal and history professor!Yang modern AU for @beingevil. It’s incomplete for the time being and I don’t know when I’ll be able to pick it up again, but I wouldn’t consider it abandoned. Title from this song by Aimee Mann. 

i.

The human form is intimately familiar to Oskar von Reuenthal. He’s been studying it for as long as he’s allowed his past to stretch out; beginning in his adolescent days—devouring anatomy books and committing the various muscle groups to memory, back when he thought he might want to become a physician. The time he’d spent meticulously copying diagrams from those books soon gave way to an interest in drawing for drawing’s sake. Eventually, he found himself in an art college, his eye for detail insatiable despite the twice-weekly figure drawing classes he attended.

He’s been making a living as an artist for close to ten years now, still popping in to live drawing sessions whenever he can. He thought he’d mastered the various ways in which it was possible to draw the human body, clothed or unclothed. Thought he’d been confident in his ability to capture any posture, any curve of musculature, any drape of fabric or lock of hair. Until he met the stranger who would change that.

The human form was intimately familiar to Oskar von Reunthal, before he saw the man perched cross-legged on the top step of his front door, taking shelter under the awning.

Reuenthal’s breath catches in his chest.

“I’m sorry,” the stranger murmurs, glancing up before Reuenthal can speak. He has sorrowful eyes, a smile like a peace offering. Hair that looks like he’s threaded his fingers through it countless times before the rain plastered it to his face. Plain dark sweater vest over a cream-coloured shirt.

The man shakes his head, sending beads of water gracelessly flying in an arc around him. Doesn’t help the state of his hair. He twitches from a sharp inhalation before raising his arm to his face, muffling a violent sneeze.

Reuenthal is staring. He’s thinking about the wetness on the stranger’s cheeks and how the late afternoon light catches it. For the first time in a long while, he’s so captivated by detail that he can’t appraise the figure as a whole. The subject is eluding him. Reuenthal clears his throat. “You’re in my way,” he says firmly. To emphasise the point, he marches up the steps and plants a foot within millimetres of the stranger’s knee. If he made to kneel, it’s likely that he would end up straddling him. Reuenthal is tall, but his imposing silhouette is mostly accounted for by his oversized black umbrella. Raindrops slide off the waterproof coating, landing obnoxiously on the stranger’s face.

“You really didn’t have to do that,” the stranger says unhappily, head bowed. He shifts, revealing a crumpled sheaf of paper stuffed under his cardigan. “Just let me get these in order and I’ll go. It took me the better half of the morning to photocopy this lot, not that the fact is of any relevance to you.”

“It could be.” The words slip out before Reuenthal can stop himself. He moves back, then steps under the awning into what little space has been left for him, closing the umbrella as he turns to face the front door. The sheaf of paper is added context. With every new detail he notices, his curiosity about the stranger heightens. His dispassionate facade is starting to crack, and it won’t be long before he loses his resolve to send the stranger on his way.

He can almost hear Mittermeyer’s voice in his head. Every great artist needs a muse, idiot. You can’t keep drawing anonymous people forever. Reuenthal grudgingly admits to himself that Mittermeyer may be right. An intimate knowledge of the human body isn’t intimacy. But Reuenthal always thinks he knows better.

**

Yang hears the sound of a key turning in a lock somewhere above his head. He angles his body to peer up at the owner of the house, waiting for a cue. The door swings open behind him. A slow wall of heater-warmed air nudges invitingly against his back. A gesture from the owner as though to direct him inside—a single, decisive flourish, index finger extended to indicate that this is indeed a command to enter.

Yang levers himself off the step with an arm while attempting to stand on legs that have fallen asleep. The sheets of paper start to slide out from under his cardigan. Turns out, the world doesn’t tilt in slow-motion the way it does in films; it’s an artless backward tumble against a carpet that only marginally cushions the bump to his tailbone. “Ah...” Thousands of years of written history are now sprawled across the floor and his thighs. “Sorry. Thank you. Sorry,” he says. “In that order.” Added after a brief moment of thought. He rearranges himself, starts to shuffle the fallen sheets back into some semblance of a pile.

The owner of the house has moved past him and is already making his way up to the second floor. His overcoat has been hung on the coat stand, the umbrella deposited into a tasteful steel mesh holder beside it. His furniture seems purposeful, like his stride. Every movement he makes. “Wait in the living room. And close the door when you’re done,” he calls to Yang without even turning back to look. Yang feels his cheeks burn, but he’s too exhausted to be humiliated. He gets to his feet, groaning at the prickling sensation of pins and needles in his calves. Shoves the door shut with his free hand, defiantly using more force than necessary. Slowly, he hobbles further inside.

The house is sparsely furnished, the decor a blend of minimalist aesthetics and accents inspired by brutalism? Baroque architecture? Yang isn’t sure. Wooden floorboards, concrete feature walls, a large mirror with an embellished frame. A curious yet coherent mixture of the angular and the ornate. He can identify some of the design elements present thanks to the elective art history module he took as an undergraduate. An incongruous splash of colour by the far window catches his attention. Two generously stuffed cushions resting on a window seat—one red, the other royal blue.

A window seat! He heads toward it eagerly before remembering that his clothes are still damp from the rain. Comes to a stop by the table and rests his precious sheets of paper down on it, lets out a soft, wistful sigh in the general direction of the window.

Still standing, Yang starts on the arduous task of sorting through his notes. They’ve gotten hopelessly jumbled, many pages sporting dog ears and splotches of moisture that threaten to smudge the printed text beyond legibility. He’s made copies of chapters from at least fifteen ‘Reference Only’ books and had left a mess in the library’s photocopying room. Ms. Greenhill hadn’t been pleased, but she’d slipped him a cling-wrapped home-made sandwich which served as his lunch later on in the staff lounge.

**

Reuenthal pauses on the way down, leans casually against the banister to watch the stranger in his home. The other man is too absorbed in his task to notice. He’s a strange sight in his mismatched outfit. The top is alright, but the slacks simply don’t match. On the whole, they produce the effect of a student in an ill-considered public school uniform. He’s of average height and build, has an admittedly plain face. What, then, makes him so compelling?

“Here.”

The stranger nearly jumps when Reuenthal appears beside him and offers him the change of clothes. Reuenthal doesn’t apologise, waits patiently for him to take the clothes off his hands before pointing him round a corner. “There’s a bathroom on the left. Light switch is behind the door.”

“You’re really too kind.”

Reuenthal waits until the man is out of earshot before scoffing.

**

The clothes smell faintly of mothballs. For no reason in particular, Yang buries his face into them and breathes in. They remind him of his childhood. His father was always moving for work. They lived like nomads, on the move so often that his clothes spent more time in boxes than out of them. He didn’t mind. The only thing he cared about was his father’s mouldering collection of old history books.

Yang has been given a plain black shirt with long sleeves and a pair of dark grey sweatpants. He wouldn’t have guessed that his host had these lying around. Not with the way he was dressed: fitted black jeans and a black turtleneck shirt which made his arms and torso seem endless. Though the broad shoulders did not escape Yang’s notice. Their recent interaction was the first time he’d been able to get a good look at his host since the kerfuffle in the doorway. Up close, the shimmer of blue in his left eye seemed almost supernatural.

Genetic quirk or vanity lens? He wonders as he struggles out of his own clothes. Lost in thought, navigating his vague first impressions of the man, it takes him longer than usual to get dressed. He puts the shirt on inside-out on his first attempt, wears it back-to-front on the second. It’s a little too large for him, but comfortable.

When Yang finally leaves the bathroom, damp clothes tucked under his arm, his host is seated at the table, leafing through his notes. “Would you like a comb?” He is asked, in a tone that seems to imply that hair tousled dry with a shirt is not a good look on him.

“I’m fine, thanks.” Unconsciously running his hand through the offending unruly hair, a reflex he found impossible to rid himself of. “If you don’t mind, I’ll stay till the rain stops.” Yang slides into a chair, leaving an empty seat between himself and his host.  

“As you like.” His host gives him a lopsided smile, eyes crinkling into an approximation of genuine contentment. “I never did introduce myself. Rude of me.” He leans back to ease a leather cardholder from the pocket of his jeans, offers a name card elegantly poised between index and middle finger, like one would ash a cigarette over an ashtray. It’s printed on high quality card stock; Yang satisfies his tactile nature by enjoying the marvellous texture, stroking his thumb over it appreciatively.

Oskar von Reuenthal. Portrait Artist.

“It’s pronounced Reuenthal,” the man says. His deep voice wraps around the name possessively, as though daring Yang to speak it aloud himself. “You can call me that. I’ve been told I don’t look like an Oskar.”

“Honestly, you look like less like an artist than you do an Oskar.” The comment bubbles to the surface before Yang can stop himself. He’d been expecting something else. Real estate mogul. Surgeon. Lawyer. “That was uncalled for. My apologies.” Hand in hair again, fussing. “Uh... I don’t know much about artists. My father was an art collector who never directly liaised with anyone who made art. He didn’t think it was necessary. Turned out, he’d been purchasing forgeries.”

A piercing stare from Reuenthal. “As an artist, I find it difficult to extend my sympathies.”

Yang laughs in spite of himself. “There’s no need for that. He died before anyone found out what his collection was really worth, or if they even knew he’d been duped. Who knows what he was thinking? He was always so earnest about that particular interest of his. I never understood. Never understood his actual work as a stock trader either. Business. Money.” He shakes his head.

“So, what do you do?” Reuenthal waves a hand over Yang’s notes for emphasis. “You seem unusually preoccupied with events and warfare of ages past. Or is this just a hobby?”

Nervous laughter. “I’m an adjunct professor. Working towards a second Ph.D. in Military History.” He reaches out across the table, fervently hoping that Reuenthal recognises that a handshake is being initiated. He does. “I’m Yang, by the way. Yang Wen Li.” The language of his childhood rarely sees use these days, but it lives on in every self-introduction; he’s careful to enunciate well, employing the tonal lilt of the Mandarin tongue. People in this country tend to iron out the intonation of his full name. While they  aren’t to blame, he resists in his own way.

“Yang.” Reuenthal repeats. And Yang never thought he’d want to hear another person speak his name over and over again, but he does. Reuenthal says it like an incantation that would seek his soul out if it were lost and anchor it to his corporeal form.

They sit in silence, allowing the hum of the radiator to fill the room. Without a word, Reuenthal continues to sort Yang’s notes. Most of them are easily discernible as belonging to disparate sources. His attention to detail comes in useful, picking out minor differences in typeface, line spacing, margin width. Yang puts each smaller pile in order by page number. Sometime during the afternoon, a pot of unsweetened black tea is brewed, the contents duly contemplated and consumed. Reuenthal mentions nothing of his preference for coffee, nor does Yang drop the slightest hint that his choice of beverage contains a warmed shot of brandy.

ii.

Yang returns home just past twilight, moments before Julian would have hit the dial button on his phone to check up on him. “There you are!” The adolescent exclaims. “If you’ll tolerate my saying of something completely disrespectful, I’ve been thinking about getting you a collar with my number on it for easier retrieval.”

“You could have called, if you were worried.” Yang mumbles, his tone tinged with guilt. He tosses his notes onto the couch (neatly organised and filed in the thickest ring binder Reuenthal could spare him). As discreetly as he can manage, he slides his hand behind the cushions in search of his own misplaced phone. There it is, wedged beside the remote. He suspects that the crafty Admiral had noticed it and taken it upon himself to paw it out of sight for Julian’s sake.

“I’ll start on dinner!” Julian calls from the kitchen. “You’re getting the Yang Household Special: Quick and Creatively Re-purposed Leftovers for Adult Students and Child-Like Educators.”

“If it’s edible, it’s good enough for me,” Yang answers. He privately resolves to bribe Walter and Alex with decent whiskey so that they will, in future, refrain from being openly sarcastic around his impressionable young housemate.

Later, over creatively re-purposed ratatouille with a side of pasta:

“I met a man,” Yang confesses.

“Good. So you’re finally ready to settle down?” Julian teases, with shades of Caselnes.

Yang frowns. “Settle down...? Oh, you meant a relationship. Aren’t those the very opposite of settling down? I’m too tired for that sort of thing. Upend my comfortable way of life? Not a chance.” Hastily, he shovels a forkful of pasta into his mouth so as not to segue into an unintended monologue. He’s reminded uncomfortably of the talk he and Ms. Greenhill had about a month ago, after she’d confessed her attraction to him in a quiet corner of the cafe two blocks down from the administrative building exit. In short, it seemed clear to Yang that he did not feel as strongly for her as she did for him, nor could he even promise that he had the capacity to identify and reciprocate expressions of affection. “My heart’s more like a part of my mind,” he’d mumbled into the beret he’d nervously pressed to his mouth, wishing that he could shrink and crawl under it to hibernate. “And my mind is near constantly on my work these days, and will continue to be for the foreseeable future.”

Julian butts into his reverie with a statement that comes out of nowhere. “Things always happen to you,” the youth observes.

“Don’t things happen to people as a general rule of life?”

“No, not like that.” A serious look that makes him appear well beyond his years. “I mean, you don’t steer yourself very much. Or navigate currents. You’re like a leaf drifting along a river.”

Yang is surprised, but not offended. “So you think that I lack direction?”

Julian winces. “Not that either. You’re just... you.”

Yang blinks at him.  

[truemanblack]

A/N: hi um, so i’m writing a 3 part blurb for a prompt I got! so here’s part one! it’s high school harry au!!

7. “Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.” pt. 1/3

I hated group projects – more importantly I hated group projects where it was important to work outside of class. I hated the idea of spending my Saturdays with someone I barely knew. Only forty-five more days until graduation. Mrs. Ryes, our art history teacher, never let us pick our own partner, I was usually luck enough to get someone who had an idea of what we were doing – instead I got Harry Styles. There was a rumor about getting him, a lot of the girls wanted him. (Mainly, because he was attractive more importantly, he had a class with Veronica and he ate her out if she did all the work).

              “Fuck,” I muttered to myself as I picked up the layout of the project. This wasn’t just any project to me – it was the project. I had just got accepted into Temple University for Fine Arts, so fucking around with this class, isn’t a no go for me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw Harry, smug and cocky as usual.

              “It’s gonna be good workin’ with ya’, O’Keefe.” I rolled my eyes at his nickname for me.

              “I’m not Veronica, so I hope you’re ready to work.” I shrugged walking to my assigned seat. I was thankful we sat on opposite sides of the room from each other. I was feverishly writing notes while we were talking about projects and what she expects, and she expects nothing but the best from me – since she did write my letter of recommendation. A little square of folded paper fell on my desk from the person next to me.

              “It’s from Styles,” They whispered, and I rolled my eyes shoving the note to the side and focusing back on the teacher. Finally, the bell rang, and I could walk home and prepare my armor for dealing with Harry for the next forty-days.

              “O’Keefe, wait up!” I heard Harry coming after me as I was b-lining to my locker. “Amelia,”

              “Aimee,” I turned around and corrected him. “And what, we don’t have to start interacting until tomorrow.”

              “Did you read my note?” He smirked putting his arm around my shoulders, which I quickly shrugged off.

              “No, I was writing good notes, because I knew you wouldn’t.” I crossed my arms, hoping that would send the message.

              “I paid attention, smarty pants.”

              “Mhm, passing me a note.” I got to my locker, which I regret going to my actual locker because now he knows where to find me.

              “Yeah, I was too busy watching you tug at your bottom lip with your pin cap, or how you’ll bite at your lip when you’re focusin’ too hard.” I was glad that the locker was covering my face, I could feel my face get hot. “Too busy focusin’ on the cutest girl in class.”

              “Oh, shut up.” I mumbled putting my books away, taking my time so he would get fed up. “Don’t you have soccer practice or something?”

              “I do have football practice, but I have few more seconds to spare.” I closed my locker and he was smirking at me, of course he was – when does he not smirk.

              “Don’t you have some cheerleaders to harass then?” He ran his fingers through his chocolate locks, shaking his head.

              “Do yeh think I only flirt?”

              “Yes.” I nodded and put my headphones on walking away from him. It was weird that suddenly he was speaking to me, I’m going to blame the project. I had to get home quickly to walk my dog and finish up some homework, so I needed to brush Styles off for a bit.

+               +             +  

              “Football practice was great, thank you for asking.” Harry spoke as I was sitting at a computer in the library.

              “I had no intention of asking you, but I’m glad I guess.” I shrugged giving him a small smile. I was going to let Harry pick the movement we were speaking about, I was hoping he would pick something I actually enjoyed and not like – Mannerism or something. “Have you thought about what you wanted to do the project on?”

              “I like Romanticism, I think it’s raw.” I was shocked, that was one of my favorite movements too.

              “Wow! I say the same thing, I love how they capture everything that’s happening in that era, when history and art bleeds together.” Harry was grinning at me as I spoke, which made me tone myself down a bit – but with art there’s passion.

              “I know you’ve said that before, because I remember you said it. And I know you like it.”

              “I’m not doing the whole project, Styles.” I shook my head, so I went with the second idea, something I was good on, but I could learn more about – Impressionism. “I hope you’re happy with Monet!” I grinned as I signed up for our movement – half the class was going with Pop Art anyway, I couldn’t wait to see so many explanations of Andy Whorl’s Campbell’s Soup. I could feel his eyes on me as I was finding some citable sources for us when we’re getting to writing the paper. “What, you’re just staring,”

              “Nothin’.” He grinned, and I squinted at him. “Just got my own piece of Art right here.” I groaned, if he really thinks I’m going to do the whole project, he better ask for a new partner.

              “Stop, nope, that’s not going to work!” I sighed as I started pulling my hair into a ponytail. “You’ve got to stop, because that’s not gonna work on me, Harry.”

              “What am I doing? I’m just tellin’ the truth.”

              “You’re trying to get me all doe-eyed and on my knees for you. I’m not like every girl who you get your little fingers and smooth accent on.”

              “What type of girl are you then?”

              “Not your type.”

              “I beg to differ”

              “Pfft.” Once again, saved by the bell. I quickly gathered my things and ran to printer to grab the articles I printed out. I tried to lose Harry in the crowd of students.  Which worked while I was putting my things away but was quickly startled by him behind my locker door.

              “Can I drive yeh home?” He asked me as he reached out for my backpack, “I won’t pull any funny business, I promise, petal.”

              “Ugh, do you even live my way? Don’t you have soccer practice?” I put my backpack on my back and he quickly pulled it off me.

              “No, I don’t have football practice, and I do live near you, so it’s not a big deal.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him, “Please, you walk every day, we can organize the project if you want.”

              “The project only, that’s it.” I agreed, and we walked to his car, which was way too nice for a high schooler. I had a feeling he grew up with money – probably the reason he can be entitled sometimes. The sound of Pink Floyd was playing, and I couldn’t help myself from humming as we were driving towards my house.

              “You like Floyd?” I nodded, and he titled his head at me for a second before looking back at the road. “Who else do you like?”

              “Hmm, Fleetwood Mac, The Ramones, Elton John, I’ve been listening to Lou Reed for the last week with a little Tom Petty.” He turned down my street and nodded, turning up the music a bit. We reached my house and I quickly got a sense of déjà vu – wasn’t sure why, but I could feel it taking over my body, it all felt too familiar.

              “You’re gonna get out the car?” Harry laughed as he sat with his door open.

              “Yeah, yeah, I am.”  I nodded quickly getting out the car and walking on the path to my house. Harry followed behind me with both our backpacks, giving his car a lock as I unlocked the door.

My mother, Ann, loved to decorate. The house was warm color with hints of blue, and being an only child, there was a shrine of me. I was getting embarrassed forgetting about the baby photos of me in the living room. One above the fireplace, one on both of side tables, my senior photos having their own section by our potted plants.

              “Your parents love you,” Harry laughed scanning all the photos of me, “You were cute what happened?”

              “I’m adopted, so I’m like their favorite thing, and I’m still cute.” I smirked walking over to the photo he was looking at a bit to long. I was probably around five in the photo, with my bum out laying by a slip and slide.

              “You’re right, you’re still cute.” I shook my head at him furrowing my eyebrows at him and turning to make us a snack in the kitchen. “Just the project, okay.” He was a flirt, and I didn’t want to fall into his sticky trap of it. HE was so damn cute though, I’ve always noticed him, how he walks in a room like he owns the place but will talk to you like you’re the only person in the room. How he remembers things I said in class, so he could just talk to me, I never really had the nerve to walk up to him – maybe the fear of rejection took me over, or I’m not his type, which I’m not. I have to keep reminding myself that, I’m not his type, nowhere near it.

              “What are you twelve?” Harry asks as I put some snacks in front of him, a bowl of pretzels, apple slices and bottles of water.

              “No, I’m just saving the good snacks for myself.” I pulled out some of the notes from my backpack and sat next to him at our dining room table. He smelt good, like minty and cologne. He was extra close to me moving his finger under each word as I read along or giving me good input. We deiced to even make our own piece as an example, Harry agreed to help me paint it as well. We had a good base, so I felt good, we were ahead most of the class.

              “Hey, I have a question,” Harry asked me as I was skimming through his notes to find something worthy.

              “What’s the question?”

              “We have a game coming up on Friday, and I was wondering if you’d wear my jersey?”

              “Isn’t that like a ‘boyfriend girlfriend’ thing to do?” I moved a bit from him and he moved some of his hair out of his face.

              “It can be, but I was thinking more about luck.” I could feel my face get hot from the nervousness, why was he asking me this?

              “Why do you want me to wear it, it’s not some gross ‘Carrie’ prank is it?”

              “No, I really want you to wear it, I see you in the stands sometimes, and no one ever wears my jersey, so I want you to wear it.”

              “But-”

              “Please don’t think about what other people will think,” Harry was close to me, his face inches from mine and I could smell his breath, like oranges and mint, not the best combination but it was nice from him. I couldn’t help but to move closer as well, but to our luck, I could hear the door open and my mom waking in.

              “Anyway, sure, I’ll do it, but we can’t do this.” I motioned between us quietly as I moved back to my respected area, trying to collect my thoughts. Harry cleared his throat and started gathering his things. “You’re leaving?”

              “What else did we have to do?” he was being a bit cold, maybe from the rejection, but I would be cold too. He couldn’t like me, I was too shy, too different from him.

              “Um, I don’t know, I was thinking we could start on the painting in my room?” He perked up hearing my room, my mom walked past us giving us a small wave. And I gathered my stuff brining Harry into my room. I was secretly hoping to kiss him, maybe just a sick small incentive for working with him. His lips looked so nice, they were plump, had so much color in them it was like he would stain me if he kissed me. The hormones where getting to me, as we got to my bedroom. I closed my door and Harry was face to face with me, close. My back against my door, his hands on both sides of my head.

              “I wanna kiss yeh, Amelia.” He whispered moving closer to me. “I’ve been thinkin about kissin’ yeh since junior year, when I first got here, you were in my art class, wearin’ a mini skit, I loved it, sweet little thighs, summer tan, I think about yeh all the time.” I closed my eyes and listened to him speak, it was weird with him admitting all this to me. I didn’t dislike him, it’s just we never crossed paths enough for him to make a large impression on me, just the hot arrogant boy who was funny sometimes. “I had to know yeh name, a lot of the guys tease me fo’ it, but I wanna kiss yeh so bad.”

[channiechanchan]

1 Year Anniversary of Survival

*TRIGGER WARNING!! I MENTION SUICIDE AND DEPRESSION(NOT A LOT BUT STILL BEWARE) so please don’t read this if you suffer from this*

For those who don’t know what I meant by survival, I was involved in a car accident with 2 of my friends last year in this very same day. This is gonna be long so I’m gonna put a cut oooooof

I sustained many injuries both emotionally and physically. Luckily I didn’t break any bone okay except my right collar bone. I do have a traumatic brain injury, which caused my brain pressure to go up and I was in and out of the operating room. Because I could not lie down flat for a very long time. Honestly I was in the hospital for a good 3 months, but no worries I’m all good now at least I think I am… I do have another surgery to do but I don’t think I’ll do it due to future consequences such as painful pregnancy and I don’t want to be in more pain during the recovery, plus I don’t want to stay in the hospital again. 

Okay there was a point in my hospital days where I thought that I shouldn’t have survived that day…There were times when I was alone in my room in the hospital, I would look at myself in the mirror and I hated myself… Silently yelling at myself that I should’ve died… I blamed myself because my best friend had a hard time walking and I am able to walk. I hate seeing her in so much pain and how she gets frustrated because it hurts to walk. She is working on her walking this summer so that she can attend college in person. I love her to death! She’s like a sister to me, so if I had lost her that day I don’t know what I would’ve done to myself, maybe I wouldn’t be here today.

But anyways stop with all the sad stuff… I wrote this to show people that whatever you’re facing right now, just know that you are not alone. Yes I know that people face different problems and they face them differently, but I just want you all to know that you will overcome it. I know that it’ll take some time but time heals everything and I know that sounds cheesy af but I know you will! So keep fighting~! Don’t give up on yourself.

I also covered this song because this is one of my favorite 3RACHA song that helped me with depression.Honestly Stray Kids, Wanna One, JBJ and all of my mutuals and the people who I stalk lol helped me with my depression

This is gonna get longer ooof

Okay first of all: Em, @realstraykids I found her blog when I found out about SK and they literally swallowed me whole lol, I really love seeing her content when I was feeling sad and then I saw that she was making a  grandma line kkt gc, so I  joined. I met wonderful people, especially Ruby, @changbeanie idk I think I got closer with her more because of her content that I may have stalked before lol and I followed her blog and stalked it again and read everything, I still reread all of them from time to time. Idk… Her content just made me a little bit happier and made me want to write too and thus @/channiechanchan was born lol. I also left her some anon messages without names and then I made an anon name lol but then Lou, a.k.a @felixmahdork found my identity. So then Lou and I got close. Honestly she makes me happy too, with her randomness and her stories that I read over and over too, her works are amazing, even if she says it’s not. 

And to the mutuals I have not talked to but we like or tag each other on those tag games, I LOVE YOU ALL!! Phoebe, @strayboys your content makes me laugh even when I was having a bad day. Also Lauren, @cocacolamemebois just seeing you in my dash makes my day and you tagged me in those tag things which just made me happy and feel appreciated

I then started to join networks and they were very welcoming! I would like to thank @straysunshinesnet people(cause there’s a lot of you lol) for welcoming me to their family. I love you all so much!! 

Aimee @arqueritefrost we just started talking but I already love you a lot~! I still can’t believe I took your bait… Ooof but it’s fine I guess lol JUST KNOW I LOVE YOU AND YOU’RE CUTE AF

Jess @spearkook hii my other daughter oof okay so the first message you sent me melted my heart and it really made me happy!!

I would also like to thank Yenni, @every1studio I stalked her during the summer when she was using her old account lol and let me tell you how her blog made my life bearable, summer was my really bad days. I love you so much and take care of yourself

I would tag the SK blogs I follow but then I’d be exposed, ehh fook it  Okay so like Kris (@hey-hey-chan) and Cici (@hyyunjinn) I found your guys’ blog when I was looking for SK blogs and I just fell in love with both of your content, so I stalked you guys all throughout fall till now lol I’d tag more but this is already getting long…

To all my followers if you see this just know that I love you all so much!! YOU ALL MEAN THE WORLD TO ME!!

So here I am standing for the very first time after 2 months of being in bed(I look like a mess don’t @ me about it lol)

And here is the video of me walking

[galadrieljones]

from your writing prompt list, how about some Solavellan for the "unfamiliar perfume on her wrists" prompt?

Thank you, @providenx! “It is these empty spaces you have to watch out for as they flood up with feeling before you even realize what’s happened; before you find yourself at the base of her spine, different.”

Empty Spaces Between

They hadn’t kissed yet. It wasn’t like that, not at first.

In the Hinterlands there was this little side-door tavern that nobody really knew about, not unless you were from there, and it was about a half mile outside Redcliffe, just a little door in the side of a canyon and a heavy metal sign engraved with the words: Red Fox. Lace Harding knew it, had used to go there a lot when she was a teenager and selling arrowheads for pennies to the local Wardens, and so she took them there, to the Red Fox, when they were tired the night after dispensing with a Templar Camp off the West Road. They wanted booze and food, and it was too crowded in Redcliffe Village still, with too many suspicious eyes and the mage rebellion that yet remained a mystery. The Inquisition was not a trusted entity, not yet. Everything was still very new–the friends, the enemies. But warriorship will bond you in ways that are fast, and intense, even if you’d never been there before.

It was pretty inside this bar, with a tree growing in the middle, and hanging lanterns–a cave with a ceiling that opened all the way up through the mountain and into the stars. There were a lot of surface dwarves around, and they were mostly aloof to the Inquisition. Some of them knew Lace from childhood. She entertained them with tales of her newfound valor while Solas and Varric sat at a table toward the back, and Sene and Cassandra shared a bottle of rosé  at the bar.

Varric was shuffling a deck of cards. “Our redhead has good instincts,” he said, glancing at Sene from across the crowded room. She and Cassandra were both tall women. They were unmistakable. She had a loud laugh. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”

“You seem to know her,” said Solas, chewing on a toothpick. He leaned with his elbows on the table, waiting for Varric to deal the cards. “Or of her, at least. How?”

“Sene’s father is a pretty prominent Dalish scholar in the Free Marches. He does a lot of business with my family on behalf of the Lavellan Clan.”

“They’re vintners?”

“More like just straight up farmers. Great big elves, salt of the earth. A lot of money. They coordinate most of the liquor sales in the Marches. We run the caravans that distribute their booze into Kirkwall.”

“Impressive,” said Solas, now staring at Sene. She was pretty. She liked butterflies. She was nervous sometimes. Good with a bow. Tall. Easy to laugh. And pretty. That was about what he knew so far. “Especially for Dalish elves.”

“Yeah well, Sene’s clan isn’t really what you’d call typical, if you know what I mean.”

“I am learning,” said Solas.

Varric dealt the cards. They played Diamond Back by the light of a candle. When it began to burn low, Solas snapped his fingers and kept it going with his small magics. The bard played her mandolin nearby, little red love songs. The serving girl came around to refill their whiskey. The men had bruises from the fight but it was nothing special. Solas had his raw knuckles wrapped in a linen bandage. Varric was smoking now, the joint hitched to the side of his mouth as he gave Solas a run for his money but lost Diamond Back three hands in a row.

“Sneaky fucker,” he said, puffing, blowing the smoke into the air between them.

Solas just collected his pot, a subtle man. He smirked.

The girls came over then, not long after. Sene pushed into the booth on Solas’s side. She pushed right into him, bumping his shoulder in this charming way, and he bumped her back before scooting all the way to the wall. Meanwhile, Varric made polite room for Cassandra and then made some big to-do about her perfume.

“Is that lavender, Seeker?” he said. “Or is it jasmine? You two smell like the botanical gardens of Hightown.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes and sipped her wine. “There are some things men need not be privy to, Varric.”

“Like the scent of a woman’s perfume?” He tipped his head toward her, put out his joint in the ash tray on the table. “I thought the whole point of perfume was to get noticed. By men especially.”

She scoffed. But she was a woman made of feelings and she blushed as well. Of course he was, to some extent, correct. It annoyed her. “Sene wanted to try my perfume,” she said. “Yes. That is what you are smelling.”

“Ah,” said Varric. “The truth comes out.”

Solas had his hands folded in front of him on the table. He glanced to Sene, her fat red curls plumping right out of her braid. “Hello, lethal’lan.”

She smiled. “Nobody wears perfume where I’m from,” she said. “It’s bizarre.”

“Not at all?” said Solas.

“Nope. Maybe some mint or something.”

“I’m not terribly fond of it myself,” said Cassandra. “But this particular scent, I like. It reminds me of home.”

“That’s beautiful,” said Solas, earnest. He smiled very easy and took a clean sip of his whiskey. “It is a good thing, to keep reminders of home.”

“Thank you, Solas,” said Cassandra. She glared at Varric, smoking again and smiling as he re-shuffled the cards.

Sene finished her wine. Cassandra poured her some more, and that was the end of the bottle. Sene had been smelling her wrist compulsively. It had only been a little dab, but it filled her senses with rainstorms and purple fields. On instinct alone then, she held out her wrist to Solas. “It smells so good,” she said. “I can’t stop smelling it. What do you think? Am I crazy?”

He was a little surprised, but it was funny. He stared at her, and then at her wrist, and he took it gingerly into his own hands because there was nothing else to do. It was freckled and long, and she had cotton straps around her hands and fingers and knuckles. The straps were dirty and coming loose–archer’s hands were not soft, not even on a girl like her. He brought her bare wrist to his nose, and he inhaled, just a little. He smelled the jasmine, and the lavender, like Varric had said. It was new and pretty and simple. Just like Sene. He smiled. “You’re not crazy,” he said. “It smells good.” He gave her back her wrist and took a very deep drink. The whiskey rushed his brain cells, and he closed his eyes. He thought of home.

“What are we playing?” said Sene, wide open. Just like a window, or a book, snapping him right back into reality.

“Diamond Back,” said Varric. “You ladies in? Bets are low, but I must warn you. The elf plays for keeps.”

Solas smirked.

“We shall see about that,” said Cassandra, swallowing more wine and glancing at Solas over the rim of her glass. “We need another bottle.”

“I’ll go,” said Sene. She got up right away without awaiting confirmation. She walked to the bar, very tall. She leaned into it on two elbows and Solas watched as she said something little and the bartender laughed. He was a young man, and an elf, maybe a little older than Sene. Solas could tell they were talking about the perfume, but she did not offer the bartender her wrist. She was served another bottle of rosé , those fat red curls plumping at her temples and the back of her freckled neck.

Varric dealt the cards. Solas collected his hand and studied the suits, his brain totally quiet now. It was all emptied, in a clean way. Sene made their tasks and their long days go by easier, that’s what happened. He could feel it in his gut, how much he liked her, and how the scent of that perfume on her wrist undid him just a little. It was worrisome, and yet it was not. It was almost mundane in its simplicity. How, when he smelled the pretty floral scent on her skin that night, it made him realize that he actually missed the way she smelled without it. Without flowers in alcohol. And it was a revelation when you, a man like the man that Solas was, realized that you actually remembered her true smell, underneath it all, underneath the perfume, that you’d spent maybe two weeks with her and already you could remember how it smelled when she would smooth the aloe vera onto her hands and into the roots of her hair to make the braids stick, the subtle familiarity of her sweat on the breeze.

Sene and Solas: Masterpost | The Dead Season at AO3

[survivor-tierradelfuego]

Ep. 7: “The LIES” - Amy A

Pedro A

omg so i have 10 coinssssss....and kalle has 9...she just needs to get one more coin...and we can open the jewerly box...and see whats inside....at this point i accept anything....a steal vote ..an idol..whatever...chillleeee this is a mess im going insane...and i hope we win this next challenge

Cody A.

https://youtu.be/gQAhK73mjRc

Cody A.

https://youtu.be/GGtNE0x87pQ

Pedro A

we really need to win this challenge im scared af

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcvdxZYYvZU

James Hayden

We finished our immunity challenge about twenty minutes ago and now we wait. We got a score of 48, which I think is a solid score. Ryan was great at final guessing, Najwah and Amy were great at helping put the questions in the best order, and as a tribe we worked well together. I hope that 48 is enough for us to avoid tribal and for me to make the merge. If we have to go to tribal, I think it could be me. Let's hope 48 is enough to make me dateable. 

Ryan

Once again, I am very proud of my tribe. Honestly, if we were to lose I wouldn't mind it, I might actually rather that, maybe that will be my plan for the next challenge. We need the numbers back on Maolas side

Pedro A

omg i hope the other tribes did worste than us...cause chillleeeee im in danger Olivia A.I’m super bummed about losing but also not too worried. As long as Maddison and Grae stick w our original 3 we should be fine. It’s just a matter of whether to vote out Aimee or Sarah. I’ve grown to like them both a lot so this sucks but it is what it is I guess.

Kalle N

I didn't compete in the challenge bc I'm currently moving across the country by myself and I honestly have no idea what happened today. I know Zack was gunning hard to vote me out but we won so oh well. hopefully we merge soon.

Ryan

Soooo i am very happy with the outcome of this challenge. We don’t have to go back to tribal, but Maola do. Hopefully the pre-swap Maola can band together cause I still have faith for my relationship with Maddison and Grae, but I wouldn’t mind seeing Olivia leave (even though she’s sweet)

Ryan

sooooo... fml

Ryan

I should really stop making confessions before I know what’s happening

Ryan

AHHHHHHHHH

Zack M

oh look. another challenge that's a survivor super fan's wet dream. and again, i didn't really contribute because i hate survivor wiki. BUT WE CAME IN 2ND! so we are safe. i honestly knew that james was the biggest threat and i'm not surprised his team won. i'm glad. clap clap for you james! now that means sarah and aimee are in trouble because i don't see the original maola tribe turning on each other. truly hoping sarah has talked her way in and it's aimee unless something crazy happens. i just want my original 5 alliance to be reunited! pedro opened up a little more and said he was down to work together going into the merge. he wants revenge for john being voted out and not being part of the vote? i think. regardless, i did not watch all 4 seasons of revenge on abc for no reason. i'm here to help him get that revenge because then that also give hanuha the numbers again and BAM. back to my 5, then to my 4, and then to my 3. could this actually work? please god let it for my ego. excited to see what comes out of tribal tomorrow. 

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3SDeVmuzJ8

Zack M

scratch that last confession. new scores and the palena tribe is going to tribal again. i think? maybe it will change again but this is the last time i'm confessing. 2 original maola and 2 original hanuha. hopefully james has the idol because i see najwah flipping so quickly. but it will be interesting to see where she stands going into the merge. i will get justice for you james if she takes you out! again, excited to see what happens at tribal tomorrow. 

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjRxkFkAuQI

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBg5F786DK0

Sarah

Wow! The Guess Who challenge tonight was so close and at first, we were going to tribal. After advantages and disadvantages were factored in, we were BARELY safe! 😅 During the idol hunt today, I knew that I obviously couldn’t find another idol but I knew that this challenge was going to come so close and that I needed to buy advantages to ensure that I was safe another round. I honestly don’t know where everyone’s head is at on my tribe because they are so quiet so I needed to buy those advantages because I really don’t want to have to play my idol before Merge.... Buying those advantages could be my subtle move in the game. I am so hoping for Merge time soon! I miss my alliance and I miss talking to my best friend for hours about everything. 

Ryan

I was planning on voting out Amy, but something Najwah said irked me. She seems very sure that she doesn't want to vote James, which doesn't fill me with confidence if we go to tribal again next challenge. idk what I'm gonna do

Ryan

I genuinely don't know if im cut out for this game. I'd feel alright with cutting most people, but Najwah and Amy seem so genuinely sweet, it'll break my heart to betray either of them

Amy A

This tribal is going to be INSANE. It’s 5 odd hours to tribal council and I DON’T know who I am supposed to vote for. Ryan told me he and James are voting Naj and she told me she and James are voting Ryan and then Ryan told Naj he’s voting me! I know it’s a lot to take in! The only one I’ve Not been told to vote for is James and I don’t even wanna vote him cos he was an absolute rockstar at yesterday’s tribal. I know I’m the reason we’re here so I’m kinda bummed out about it and I trusted Ryan so much I shared my steal-a-vote with him but someone has to go and fingers crossed it isn’t me. 

Amy A

Convincing the whole tribe I didn’t get the DA has been hilarious so far. Once Jay confirmed she wouldn’t reveal the name, I was set. The LIES 😂😂😂😂😂. Even insinuated Ryan cos he was scrambling so much today. Didn’t know I had it in me but I guess survivor brings out the best in you. Anyway, all the best to myself for tonight. Hope I’m still here 24 hours from now  

Pedro A

im so tired...i havent been sleeping well..i just hope the next challenge is due tomorrow....rn i feel like im fourth in the tribe, which is good

Maddison

Got some good advice on my game and looking forward to implementing strategies to minimize my threat level until the end of the game.

Ben Kessler

I am hoping merge is at 12. After tonight 13 people will be left, and who knows who will have the numbers advantage. I'm currently working on Pedro who wants revenge on his old tribe and I cannot wait to break up those 3 old maolos that are on new maolo. Hopefully if we lose Pedro will be an easy vote out. And then I can slither my way in.

Najwah Last night's challenge was a real bummer. I mean, we were SO CLOSE. It's getting harder to vote people out now and even harder to trust anyone so hopefully the plan tonight works itself out. Whichever plan that is. There are a few plans floating around. Either way, whatever the outcome, I'd just like to sleep in peace tonight. I'm tired. 

Ben Kessler

Pedro said that me and him were talking too much game and to "talk about ourselves". I didn't want to tell him I did not want to discuss the vacation that he is on. So now I need to vote him out next. People like talking about themselves I guess.

Pedro A

okay so i have talked with ben, zack and cody LOL.....and they all seem cool...one thing i noticed in bens profile ..is that he only has 2 contacts...that i have....weird...maybe im thinking too much

James Hayden

https://youtu.be/oGcQdHpBzhY

Aimee

https://giphy.com/gifs/gIlUSzpqN9xVhekR2r/html5 Whew!!! Just when I thought we lost this last challenge, Jay really went “GOTCHA” and gave us all whiplash. Looks like advantages and disadvantages really can make the difference in these challenges! This tribe swap really did provide a new opportunity for me in this game. Everyone here is so kind, fun-loving, and have similar vibes with me, I love it! We really all get along on a personal level and are bonding on things that aren’t game related, which is a breath of fresh air. Despite being in the minority on this tribe and coming into it with a tribe number disadvantage against three others who I suspect are aligned, it was still honestly such a blessing swapping out with less neurotic people that aren’t constantly draining me for their attention. I feel like a giant weight is off my shoulders and I can focus more on having fun. Even Sarah has been great now that we swapped and is more active, and is now chatting with me daily. I’m so relieved we haven’t had to go to tribal yet as I truly would work with each one of these people if we could all make it to merge!🌈💞 https://sinnohqueen.tumblr.com/post/166307617197 I love that the Hail Mary Reem guess really saved the day. She is iconic! A word we all love to say on this tribe 😊

Grae G

Thank god we didn’t have tribal! I’m really liking all the girls I’m playing w but my allegiance lies w my OG girls for now

Ryan

I think I’ve finally made up my mind

[rodislandpsychic]

Virgin Singer Madonna Befriending Rosie O’Donnell (ROD) in “A League of Their Own”

I met someone who really inspires me named Rosie. I’ve thought a lot about her for the last 2 days to where I couldn’t sleep. I’m probably running on maybe 3 hours of sleep total in the last 3 days.

The problem with very little sleep is that you get cranky and short-tempered. My crazy ex-girlfriend Rebecca and I have had nasty fights as a result of lack of sleep.

I asked Rosie to give me an honest opinion on my situation. She gave it to me. I thought about it while she went off to get something to eat. I had to write some thoughts down.

I had told her that it’s hard for me to keep what I want to say down. I feel I have to express myself. However, it’s different with me. If I don’t vent or release pressure, it triggers my Psychic Abilities. If I just sit on information or something gnawing at me, it starts to leak.

Since my Psychic Abilities behave like a Microphone plugged into Earth’s Electromagnetic Field as a PA System, it will get blared out across the news.

PAUL WALKER’S DEATH 11/30 OF 2013

One of the things I said in my letter to Rosie was about the fights Rebecca and I used to have.

One of the people I didn’t mention was Aimee on Second Life in 2013. The TV Show “We Are the Millers” with Will Arnett was on for a brief time.

I had only known from 7/13 of 2013 to 11/30 of 2013 when Paul Walker died in his car crash. News for 1/17 of 2020 talked about Walmart under fire for a joke about the late Paul Walker.

I haven’t really told Rosie about how it works with my Psychic Abilities where I echo the news every 24 hours. I just realized that the news about Paul Walker points back to Aimee.

I really liked Aimee born 4/23, but I had to cut ties with her. We had only known each other 4 months. When you know someone for less than 2 years in the Psychic Field, you can’t really tell them to stop what they’re doing because it’s disrupting the Psychic Field.

Since Aimee didn’t really know what happened, I had to voluntarily leave. I talked to her about the Psychic Field, but it was very superficial.

VIRGIN SINGER MADONNA AND ROSIE O’DONNELL

I just realized where Rosie surfaces in history. It’s the friendship of Virgin singer Madonna and Rosie O’Donnell. They were kind of an odd pair but they hit it off.

I think it’s because I’m Virgin and align with Virgin singer Madonna and Rosie O’Donnell is Rosie who’s Atheist. The two of us get along even though we really shouldn’t.

However, Rosie also had a daughter tag with me as her Daddy. Rosie O’Donnell’s initials as “R’O.D” for my name is that parent theme and how Rosie’s daughter won’t speak to her.

That’s kind of muddled because Rosie in the daughter position is mingling with Jordan as my other daughter.

I know Jordan as my adopted daughter doesn’t want to talk to me and has muted me on Social Media, but I can’t tell yet what that means about Rosie.

CHRISTOPHER TOLKEIN DIES

I had mentioned in my letter to Rosie about how news for 1/17 of 2020 said the son of J. R. R. Tolkein passed away.

I told Rosie about the “Lord of the Rings” Two Towers Prophecy that is surfacing. While I may not be important, that is something that is moving forward.

It’s unfortunate that the person who spotted it is not getting support and is forced to get a part-time job to afford food and a roof over his head while other people and organizations are raking in tons of money.

For something this important, there’s no funding.

This isn’t a dig at Rosie. She’s being practical and realistic. But it’s just so unfortunate that this is the how things are. Things that really needed to be funded just die on the vine.

If people don’t get it and if you don’t give a good enough explanation, you miss your shot. And that’s it. Even if it was something that could impact the world and have devastating repercussions.

Because people didn’t know what Cryptology was or that there was a Math Language that Earth uses, people just shrug it off as something low priority or not very important.

There’s this disconnect. I once flagged Greta Thunberg down on Instagram with the information, but it just got lost or ignored. I suspect it’s just because I don’t have have any Liknes and only have 30 Followers. So what I say has little or no value because you get graded by how many Followers you have determining whether you have something worthwhile to say that people should listen to.

People say you have to be upbeat and bright. You attract more flies with honey. You need your slick polished video so you look legit. You try but you get other people’s work dumped on you or told to do other chores like Cinderella.

ROSIE ON CALIFORNIA AVENUE BY MY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

I actually know where Rosie is when I was in Elementary School. This was back in like 5th or 6th Grade. So I was about 11 years old around 1986

I went to Manchester Elementary that was on California Avenue. I’m in California. Rosie ***tea lived right by the school. The Rosie I met on Second Life is in London where they drink tea.

Rosie on California Avenue had a huge crush on me. My mom was the one who told me how the mother said something and Rosie would always say hi. She really liked me.

I was only 11 so puberty hadn’t kicked in. Rosie was Filipina like me. It was weird having someone like me that much. She eventually outgrew her puppy love crush on me and she married my classmate Dale B.

So somehow that has to do with Rosie.

AUNT NONITA’S DAUGHTER ROSIE.

I also realized that Rosie on Second Life is my Aunt Nonita’s Rosie. My mom had to make a title page for one of her ebooks.

I didn’t want to do it or didn’t have time or something. But Rosie who had some kind graphic design business offered to do a book cover.

So Rosie did it and E-mailed it. My mom wasn’t really keen on it. So I said, “Fine, I’ll make it if I get a chance then.”

So I whipped something up in about 2 hours with the family picture and a rose that symbolizes the family with the petals. My mom fell in love with that one and how much time and thought I put into that.

So my mom thanked Rosie for her services, but my mom felt bad and still paid Rosie while I didn’t get paid anything and even though my mom thought my book cover artwork was better.

I suspect that Rosie doing graphic design taking a few days to make up a cover that my mom didn’t care for and me who was busy but whipping something up together in 2 hours back in 2012 was talking about Rosie on Second Life.

It’s comparing Rosie’s skill level with the Psychic Field and her stuff about Meditation and things she was suggesting I do compared to my experience and skill level that is higher that hers.

I think the reason why Earth would point that out is because Rosie and I switched positions, Rosie with her meditation techniques would still leave her ill-prepared for managing the Electromagnetic Field on an international scale.

MALL COP PAUL BLART VS. JAMES BOND

While I may come across as flaky, depressed, and moody, I have strong Mental Discipline when it comes to stabilizing the Psychic Field. If you don’t have strong Mental Discipline, you’ll broadcast and it will cause disruptions or a shock wave where you’ll see shooting, a plane engine falling from the sky, or a fire that is marked with those tags.

With all due respect to Rosie and the conversations I’ve had with her, she didn’t seem to indicate that she’s had any experience with using Psychic Abilities or the Occult like a firearm that can inflict injury or death. You need a steady mind because if you’re jittery or nervous, you could accidentally squeeze the trigger on your mind as a firearm and kill someone.

Talkin to Magical and Mystical people worldwide who have never used their Abilities to injure, maim, or kill someone is not the same as actually talking to someone who does and actually doing it.

It would be like Paul Blart as a Mall Cop giving James Bond who has a drinking problem advice on how to calm his nerves. While it’s true that James Bond has deep rooted psychological issues, brooding, and getting wasted, James Bond is still a trained assassin with a higher skill set than Paul Blart the Mall Cop.

Although Rosie meant well suggesting Meditation, that is what it feels like.

SUN MAKING A SQUARE HOLE

I know Rosie was just trying to help. But I believe the reason why I’m shown this is because Earth has a very specific program She showed me. She doesn’t want me questioning my judgment.

If I allow Rosie to get in my head where she establishes that her skill set and abilities supersede mine, she could end up giving me bad advice when she really doesn’t understand the caliber or level that I’m working at.

I didn’t tell Rosie the whole story or the extent of how far my Psychic Abilities reach. My Abilities go behind Planet Earth. I’ve seen it go as far as Jupiter.

Rosie doesn’t realize that I’ve had the Sun that is 109 times the size of Earth acknowledge me.

The day I made my Second Life avatar profile picture 5/5 of 2014, I superimposed an image of Superman on the surface of the Sun.

I posted the quote from Jack Kerouac

"Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes... the ones who see things differently -- they're not fond of rules... You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can't do is ignore them because they change things... they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do."

The quote cited “square holes” and that’s when NASA scientists were surprised that a square hole appeared on the Sun. I could’ve explained why that square hole is there if people asked me, but people don’t.

That’s what it looks like when the Sun acknowledges your post and your Superman title.

I’m very proud of that accomplishment where the Sun acknowledged me.

But it’s also mixed with sadness because it shows how people really don’t appreciate things I know or what I have to say.

If people realized that the Sun and Earth are both alive and they acknowledge me, then it hints that I must be pretty special to have earned the respect of the Planet you stand on and the Sun in the Sky.

ROSIE AT THE WORKPLACE

There was another Rosie whom I met who was really sweet who I met in 2000. It was a year after I ran my branch office Summer 1999.

Rosie and her brother were new employees at my old manager’s office. My old 1998 manager looks like actor Brett Jordan Dier as Michael Cordero in “Jane the Virgin.”

I’m willing to bet that’s Rosie again. Our boss Pat born 2/6 when the 6th State of Massachusetts was ratified means 6th State Postal Abbreviation MA or Virgo Mother as the Virgin Mother. That’s the Virgin Symbol tied to me.

I LIKE ROSIE A LOT

I like Rosie a lot but I wonder if I made an error in judgment in telling her too much.

It could interfere with us blossoming a decent relationship if Rosie thinks I am being lazy and spoiled when I don’t carry out the things she suggests.

I just feel it’s like “Spider-Man 2″ where Mary Jane is unhappy with Peter Parker. Doctor Connors  as Peter’s college professor is disappointed in Peter’s failing grades and alawys being late to class. Peter can’t hold down a job.

But if you knew that Peter is Spider-Man who is like a firefighter on call and has to drop everything he’s doing to go save someone, people wouldn’t be so hard on him.

There’s that scene where Peter has to get an order of pizzas to an office in less than 30 minutes. Because he had to stop to save someone, the receptionist isn’t going to pay for it. So Peter loses his job.

Peter was saving lives and doing something really important but to everyone else, he just looks like he was slacking and not taking his job seriously.

It isn’t until Mary Jane sees that Peter is Spider-Man that she sees him in a new light and that he wasn’t as irresponsible as she thought he was.

JOJO SIWA’S $10 MILLION DOLLAR MANSION REVISITED

I tried to explain to Rosie in my exhaustion that there’s something terrible brewing. There’s a movement to create another “Lord of the Rings” 2nd tower to be set up by the 1st tower.

When I tried to warn people about it, my Twitter account got suspended.

While Rosie may have a point about having to take a part time job, it’s just so sad that everything has to come to a grinding halt because Rod needs to work to buy food and put a roof over my head.

That’s why when I saw news 1/9 of 2020 about Jojo Siwa showing off her $10 million dollar mansion, I just felt this crushing defeat.

Jojo = Jordan’s nickname

Siwa = SI/WA = Is not WA

Rod is from WA

7-Eleven = Virgo Psychic = Virgin Psychic

People just want to be entertained. If it’s not something fun, then they really don’t care or don’t want to see it.

I don’t know Jojo Siwa. She may be a nice person. But you still can’t help but ache knowing that you get shoved to the back and have to go get a part-time job while a 16 year old is living in a mansion wearing your computer program tags.

ROSIE AS MY AUNT ROSEMARIE

I even suspect that Rosie is my Aunt Rosemarie. She’s my mother’s younger sister born 10/3.

I suppose that’s nice because it means that Rosie is a major part of my Life if I can see her name surface in my Family Tree.

She actually goes by the nickname Sarie. Jordan links Aphrodite Statues for Love found in the country of Jordan. My aunt is born 10/3 as the 10th 3rd Letters JC for Jordan’s initials.

Love is never having to say you’re “Sarie.”

“EVERYTHING’S ROSIE”

Rosie asked if I was autistic. I did my last post about the Valentine, Texas Earthquake 8/16 of 1931.

The film “Everything’s Rosie” came out the same year 6/13 of 1931, which is the birthday of my stepdad’s eldest son born 6/13 who is autistic

That movie came out 80 years ago. If I’m reading that right, it means Earth already knew about Rosie.

That’s how I use my 6th Sense to read people. Earth knows who will be born on what day and what kind of personality that individual will have.

I’M NOT TRYING TO BE A SMART ASS

Some people may think I’m trying to be a smart ass toward Rosie who was trying to help. But it’s just me reading the Math Language.

This is how it’s supposed to work when you confront and address sly politicians and corrupt world leaders who don’t think they have to answer to anyone.

Rosie compares herself to Greta Thunberg.

You need stuff like this to lay down the law and be firm with slippery politicians. THey’ll try to wheedle out of things or give you the runaround.

By showing a date in history of a tornado, hurricane, or earthquake, it establishes that Earth knows what people are doing.

“CANDLE IN THE WIND” BY ELTON JOHN

I told Rosei in the letter about the song “Candle in the Wind” by Elton John where I’m like a Virgin version of Marilyn Monroe.

It would be like Marilyn Monroe who is downtrodden and lonely and turns toJoe DiMaggio for comfort. But instead, Joe tells Marilyn that she should go on a diet, take fewer pills, and drink less. Instead of Joe being a shoulder Marilyn can lay her head on, Joe just starts trying to “fix” her.

But then again, maybe that was my fault. I just asked for her open and honest opinion and she ran with it and started to lay out a plan.

All the while, you’re bleeding or hemorrhaging financially. You’re exhausted all the time. You set aside time to do stuff but other people don’t think you’re doing anything important so they shove chores and tasks on your plate. By the time you’re done, you’re just wiped out.

You don’t have enough money to buy food so you have to eat whatever is served or you’re made to eat other people’s leftovers. This is while other people are making money off of you using stories based on your Life or where if you knew how to read the Language, it points to the person’s identity.

I even likened it to a pregnant woman. It would be like someone criticizing a pregnant woman for not working hard enough.

The pregnant woman is really supposed to be resting and trying to get ready for the birthing process, but instead, the pregnant woman is branded as a spoiled and lazy.

That’s why you can’t relate to anyone and you just go it alone because it’s better to be alone than be around people who make you feel bad about yourself and feel even more isolated and alone.

That’s how you get Rodney Dangerfield as “Rodney who works with the Dangerous Electromagnetic Field.” I get no respect! I be Rod who gets no respect Maybe it was hinting that someone VIP named Rod was coming and nobody would give him the respect he deserved :)

BOB HOPE AND BING CROSBY PROPHECY

Bing Crosby and Bob Hope had a comedy duo. Bing Crosby is for the Bing CHerry as Virgin. Bob Hope is born 5/29 on my birthday. It’s the Virgin 5/29 Symbol for me as Virgin born 5/29. Bing Crosby was from Washington State like me.

Bob Hope said of Bing Crosby “For those of you unfamiliar with Mr. Crosby’s career, and there must be millions of you, let me say that no one has ever done so much with so little for so long for so much.”

I just keep working like an intern. People get paid millions for doing a fraction of what I do and I don’t get paid anything. I’m not even worth a dollar on Patreon LOL

[i-amusemyself]

All 100 Questions.

Bloody hell okay thank you!!! 😄😄😄

1. Is a kiss considered cheating?Yeah, Id say so.

2. Have you ever faked orgasm?Aint never had anyone to fake it with 😂 Ngl tho its the sort of thing id do (which is terrible i know)

3. If you could have one super power, what would it be?Mind reading.

4. Do you think youre gonna be rich in 7-8-9 years?I’d be worried if I didnt have more money than I have now, but idk.

5. Tell us some funny drunk story?Oh jeez erm, I don’t really have any 😂 My friends occasionally remind me of the time at the school christmas ball one of the business teachers turned up and I quickly ran away while aggressively whispering “oh no he knows im a lesbian, aimee told him”.

6. Why are you no longer together with your ex?We work better as friends, its less stressful.

7. If you had to choose one way to die what would it be?See I’m really torn with this question. Part of me thinks itd be nice just to go in my sleep, with a heart attack or something. Its quick and painless you know.But equally I wonder if it would be better to maybe, like, have something where I knew I was gonna die. Because then I’d have time to try and do everything on my bucket list and say goodbye to everyone. Also maybe at that point I’d welcome death lmao.

8. What are your current goals?Idk? Im waiting on A level results which I really hope I’ve done well in.I hope to make lots of new friends at uni and learn how to look after myself quickly I guess. I dont know.

9. Do you like someone?I like a lot of people 😆

10. Who was the last person to disappoint you?Im really not sure??? There arent many people I expect anything from and even then my standards are pretty low. So like, I dont really get disappointed by people, only occasionally by situations.

11. Do you like your body?I could hate it a lot more, but I wouldnt say I’m happy with my body or general appearance. I struggle a lot with my features and my weight and the scars I have (which is ridiculous but thats what mental illness is)

12. Can you keep a diet?I mean if I wasnt on the diet im on rn (with lots of restrictions) id probs be in hospital 😂

13. If the whole world was listening to you right now, what would you say?Honestly id pass out under the pressure of it 😂 idk, id tell them all to take a chill pill but no one would listen.

14. Do you work?Nah, i had 3 jobs at once last yeah but now I’ve ended up with none.

15. If you could choose only one food to eat for the rest of your life what would it be?Either garlic bread or chocolate I cant decide!

16. Would you get a tattoo?I’m v much planning on getting one in the near future so yh!!

17. Something you dont mind spending all your money on?Plane tickets.

18. Can you drive?Yeah! I havent driven since I passed my test, but hopefully I havent forgotten how to that quickly!

19. When was the last time someone told you youre beautiful?…I cant remember. Thats depressing (not that I blame them).

20. What was the last thing you cried for?Argh I have no idea why I was crying, my brain just wasnt doing its job so everything made me stressed and sad.

21. Do you keep a journal?I keep a blog for diary posts but besides that nah

22. Is life fun?If you allow it to be, yeah

23. Is farting in front of people irrelevant?Tf is that supposed to mean? I guess if you know the person well it is.

24. Whats your dream car?I dont know about Dream Car, id have to research it loads to decide what my absolute fave it. Although rn I’d really love a ‘67 VW beetle bc theyre small and cheap on insurance 😂

25. Are grades in school important?My own grades are super important to me, (to the point its probably unhealthy) but in terms of how the people around me do, it doesnt really matter to me. I mean, I want everyone to do well, but I dont judge people based on it.

26. Describe your crush.She’s funny and all around awesome and interesting and good at deep convos and beautiful and way out of my league.

27. What was the last book/movie that really impressed you?The last one I read called The Bell Jar. It was unlike anything I’ve ever read and made me think about a lot of things. Also I related a lot with the main character.

28. What was your last lie?Eh, probably “im fine”.

29. Dumbest lie you ever told?Idk?? I only keep track of the good lies 😉

30. Is crying in front of people embarrasing?It shouldnt be but yeah, I try my best not to.

31. Something you did and are proud of?Umm, idk im p proud of playing basketball and representing my region/training with england. But i quit that so 👏 dicks out for my regrettable decisions 👏

32. Whats your favourite cocktail?Never had one

33. Something you are good at?Annoying people and being clingy 😂 also maths ig

34. Do you like small kids?It depends on the child, the day of the week, the lunar cycle, my menstrual cycle, how hungry I am…Yh legit sometimes I hate them sometimes I love them.

35. How are you feeling right now?Great omg I just got my best friend to watch mamma mia and now shes high on life next to me.

36. What would you name your daughter/son?🤐 there are a couple of names for girls I like and like 2 boys names? But i dont wanna say bc theyre embarrasing.

37. What do you need to be happy?Good company, good food and possibly music.

38. Is there someone you want to punch in the face right now?Theres always at least 3 people I would love to punch 😂

39. What was the last gift you recieved?My best friend got me a necklace and I almost cried its so beautiful

40. What was the last gift you gave?The gift of my company @only-slightly-dangerous 😉😉😉

41. What was the last concert you went to?I went to to see Amber Run in february

42. Favourite place to shop at?Um, as in shop? A place called blue banana probs (england’s hot topic smh)

43. Who inspires you?Kaitlyn Alexander bc they helped me to understand who I am and how I feel and to be loud and proud about it.And Luke Cutforth bc he’s so open about his mental health and struggles with self harm but hes so happy now.

44. How old were you when you first got drunk?18 lmao

45. How old were you when you first got high?It aint happened yet (and i dont really want it to)

46. How old were you when you first had sex?It aint happened yet smh

47. When was your first kiss?As far as im concerned never

48. Something you want to do until the end this year?What….does this mean….? Idk???

49. Is there something in the past you wish you hadnt done?It’s more stuff I wish I had done tbh. I suppose I said things I shouldnt have or got too involved in drama, but you kinda need all that secondary school shit to learn from it

50. Post a selfie.Lmao nah fam

51. Who are you most comfortable around?My best friend by a mile. Privacy who?

52. Name one thing that terrifies you.Abandonment without explanation.

53. What kind of books do you read?Anything non fiction about medicine/being a doctor/disease/psycopaths.Besides that whatever has been recommended.

54. What would you tell your 12 y/o self?1. Youre gay2. You and I both know you arent joking about being “a dude trapped in a girls body” stop laughing it off and confront it.3. Stand up for yourself.4. Chill out.5. Laugh a lot more omg

55. What is your favourite flower?It’s between petunias and roses

56. Any bad habits you have?Not answering peoples messages unless theyre Certain Person A or Certain Person B.

57. What kind of people are you attracted to?Ones that are out of my league and could kick my ass apparently. Also ones that are kind, listen and think a lot I guess

58. What was the last thing you cried for?Already answered

59. Is there something you dont eat? A food that truly disgusts you?I dont eat loads of stuff bc my guts hate me 😂 but besides all that I’m actually the worlds least picky eater. The only thing I dont like is raw tomato. Thats it.

60. Are you in love?I wish

61. Something you find romantic?All the clichés ngl 😂 just anything that says “i love you” or “i was thinking about you” really

62. How long was your longest relationship?Like 4 months? Barely long term.

63. What are 3 things that irritate you about the same sex?Oh jeez i hate these theyre so stereotype-y1. Bitching2. Not supporting each other3. ….?

64. What are 3 things that irritate you about the opposite sex?1. Not supporting each other2. Massive egos3. Yelling

65. What are you saving money for?Uni so I dont starve to death!

66. How would you describe your bad side?Hmm, idk, it depends what someone did to get on my bad side. I’d say stubborn, bitter and angry tho usually.

67. Are you actually a good person? Why?I could be wrong but I think so long as someone has morally good intentions they are usually a good person, whether they always succeed or not. So yeah, I like to think I am.

68. What are you living for?My friends and the hope I have for my future.

69. Have you ever done anything illegal?Piracy? Thats it.

70. Do you like your money?….did I type this question wrong or??

71. Have you ever made someone feel bad about themselves intentionally?Okay, the honest answer? Yeah. When I was a lot younger and less mature and someone said something that hurt me, I tried to retaliate with equally hurtful comments. I like to think I wouldnt do that now.

72. Ever sent nudes?Lol no

73. Have you ever cheated on someone?Hell no

74. Favourite candy?All candy hates me 😂

75. Is there a blog you visit everyday or almost every day? Tag them.Yeah @oneshappyplace knows I regularly spam her with notes in search or Quality Memes (im so sorry)

76. Do you play any computer games? Whats ur fave?Nah, as if I have time 😂

77. Favourite TV series?Argh I canny choose? I love the IT Crowd, I love supernatural, I love Sherlock, I love in the flesh…

78. Are you religious? Does God exist?I’m not religious and personally I don’t believe there’s a god or higher power but I could be wrong.

79. What was the last book you read? Did it impress you and why?The Bell Jar. See 27.

80. What do you think about vegetarians and veganism?I respect it I guess? At one point I was p much a vegetarian until I had to restrict my diet sooo. Tho I could never be one now, let alone a vegan.

81. How long have you been on tumblr?Too long 😂😂😂 Like 3 or 4 years?

82. Do you like chinese food?Love it!

83. McDonalds or Subway?(Never been to subway so) McDonalds.

84. Vodka or Whisky?(Never had whisky so) Vodka.

85. Alcohol or Drugs?(Never had drugs so) Alcohol.

86. Ever been out of your country?I’m currently in the USA so yeah 😂

87. Meaning behind your blog name?It’s p self explanatory and also v true

88. What are you scared of?Abandonment, deep water, knives, toys with battery packs.

89. Last time you were insulted?Ugh, probs like when I met up with a load of school friends for our leaver’s ball.

90. Most traumatic experience?I’d rather not answer that lmao (plus itd take a long time to type)

91. Perfect date idea?Chilling and listening to each other’s favourite songs while coexisting and eating fast food 😂 that or ikea ngl

92. Favourite app on your phone?Tumblr. Even though I hate it, it also keeps me sane.

93. What colour are the walls in your room?White and blue.

94. Do you watch youtube? Who is your favourite youtuber?I love so many youtubers omg. Lukeisnotsexy, mileschronicles, realisticallysaying and filthy frank are faves

95. Share your favourite quote.Pick your fights.

96. What is the meaning of life?To live life to the fullest so youre happy and have minimal regrets. Also to be kind and helpful so even if you dont change the world you might help someone else to.

97. Do you like horror movies?I think….? But I’m not good at watching them alone 😂

98. Have you ever made your mum cry? What happened?Eh…again, would rather not answer (we got some nice supressed memories here)

99. Do you feel lucky or special in any way?I’m still totally in awe of how lucky I am to have met my best friend from 3000 miles away. Like, the probability of it was so so slim and yet here we are.

100. Can you keep a secret?I think so yh! It’s something that I consider super important.

[youseffs-blog]

this is the last thing i’m going to say about any of this. i have a new blog now, i’m wiping my hands clean of all of this bullshit and you guys because i’m tired of this. the reason i stopped rping with you in the first place was because i felt i didn’t belong (which, if you wanna get into the whole ‘trying hard’ thing. i wasn’t the one who reinserted myself. i was INVITED back to roleplay with you guys [and i have screenshots if i need to pull them out]. it wasn’t like i was thirsting after you at all. don’t invite people you don’t like to rp with you. that’s idiotic.)

- i won’t go over why i’m using aaron taylor johnson and why aimee is using karen gillan again. that is solely a coincidence, and if jess is offended, i’m sorry. but adrian is mused off of jay halstead because the verse is based on chicago pd. aimee and i wanted to ship linstead, hence why adrian is mused off of jay. i didn’t go back on jess’ blog and read through her posts trying to find things i could jack from her. the verse was created without any of the ‘salt girls’ in mind while paige and i were fangirling over law & order, grey’s anatomy and the chicago series. it has absolutely NOTHING to do with any of you.

- amanda was mused off of a character named natalie ainsworth. i see why andrea was initially ticked off because there are similarities but they are not the same person. in fact, here’s her bio if you’re curious to find out where she originated from. her place here was essentially the same, but instead of pageantry it was going to be centered around her not living up to royal standards (if anything, she was supposed to be more like andres than anyone else). being in england was not malicious. at no point was i like, “hey, andrea has bess, i should put mandy there too.” in fact her country matters very little to me, because that has little to do with the character she actually is.

- andres and ana - that was, and admittedly so, me being a bit butt hurt about the beheading of audrea and calling andres a traitor. i was confused as to why in every other instance, you’ve had no issue acting as though my characters never existed (which i am more than okay with). but chose the one (where you knew it would hurt) to slander a character i have loved since the beginning. and i don’t want to hear anything about ‘i slandered ana first’ because refer to lexi’s post if you want screen shots of the timeline. i said andres was divorced, without naming anyone. you straight up cut off someone’s head and called andres a traitor. no correlation.

- the douchegang. this along with the andres thing is the only other thing i will take full responsibility for. while the intention wasn’t to be malicious, i see why it bothered you guys. i used the ‘douchegang’ because it established where donnie was in high school. the current donnie i’m playing is a continuation of the donnie that you guys knew in your mumu. i apologize for using it without your permission, but frankly i didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. now i see that it is, and i apologize.

so yes, i can admit fault. i know when i’m wrong about something, but i also know when people are taking jabs at me for no reason. i won’t let this get twisted into i’m the only one doing anything wrong. you @’d me. you guys followed gats. i left you alone months ago. 

so leave me alone now, thanks.