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sword-of-summer · 3 years

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All of them answer every question fuck you

ahahaha no i respectfully deny your "fuck you" and i accept the ask and so-

i am 5'10", and i don't wish to be taller or shorter- i am the perfect height for hugs and messy hair, and yep, i like it here-

dream pet would be a mix of golden retriver and a husky called Holly and a chonky cat called Loki- yes ofcourse my future kids have names everyone should name their future pets-

ripped jeans/black pants with a Darth Vader tshirt or a Ethnic Fusion Kurta with black sneakers/artificial leather slip-ons, and if it's cold, a black jacket open obviously- and a black wristwatch i love my black wristwatch.

favourite video game was Clash of Clans and going even back, GTA Vice City and, the og- MARIIOOOO

three things/people are Oreos, Nutella and Pizza. The Holy Trinity-

"Beware me my fingers are smeared with chicken popcorn grease"

you didn't mention an opinion, @chunkybirb, so imma give my opinion on Vanilla ice cream and Nutella- ANYONE WHO HADN'T COMBINED THESE TWO COMBINE THESE TWO THEY ARE FUCKING AWESOME

im either phlegmatic or melancholic bruh idk maybe ik or maybe not

im v v v v ticklish

not an allergy, but an intense hatred for ketchup- i vomit if it gets too close to me fuck you ketchup

im heterosexual

any between tea and coffee but full milk coffee (ik, kill me), never had cocoa- but i love a chocolate or nutella milkshake

both. both is good. (cat and dog)

i would be an elf cause hell yeah, knowledge and wisdom

favourite youtuber is Samay Raina, a stand up comedian turned youtuber who is just awesome-

as i mentioned in 1., i am 5'10"

i would not change my name cause it's the coolest fucking name ever, i am Tanay, and Tanay in Hindi means Son, and my parents literally named their son Son, and hell yeah i like it

i forgot how much i weigh- last i checked it was 75 kilos, but ive gained weight since 2019 so yep, gotta walk in the mornings

yes i believe in metaphysicality cause one- it seems cool- second- me and @theclassyghost discussed a metaphysical life theory that i really really like and metaphysicality gives preservation of knowledge so i believe in spirits

SPACE. SPACE. SPACE.

im not that religious, no

pet peeves no well nah not really

nocturnal def nocturnal i sleep at 4.50 anyway hehehehe

fav constellation is Cassiopeia

fav star is Sirius tho

what the fuck are ball jointed dolls

i do have a fear of losing people that's just anxiety i guess

yep, global warming is real

never thought that much about reincarnation tbh but maybe, i do

fav movie is Spider Man : Into The SpiderVerse and Inception and The Dark Knight Rises and Revenge of The Sith and yes, for my indian gang, 3 Idiots and Gully Boy

yep i get scared v v v easily

i have had no pets but i plan to once i grow up

@chunkybirb 's blog is fucking cool awesome and *chef's kiss* a masterpiece

blue calms me. i love blue.

live in Norway cause pretty lights, snow, and less people than this overpopulated country i am in

born in Mumbai, India

v v v dark brown like it's almost black but no it's dark brown

introvert

horoscopes and zodiacs, i do read them, never believed that much tbh-

HUGS I LOVE HUGS

i really wanna visit my brother i haven't met him in a long time i really wanna play cricket w him just like old times

my sister- she's annoying but well i care for her

nah

tattoos idk bruh im okay idk may get one or may not get one

nope, smoking is ewwww *vomits*

ah my crush- she's cool [ if she exists

when the chalk doesn't write on the board but goes iiiiiieeee I HATE THAT

a sound i love is rain pitter pattering i just hhhhhh sends me into happiness

nope fatass here

favourite actors have to be eddie redmayne, oscar issac and pedro pascal- and margot robbie and winona ryder in the actresses section also yes, elliot page

bruh already answered in 30.

im okayish!! spotify and tumblr, cool combo-

my hair are okay being black for me

yesterday, monday, from 6.40 to 6.50

music

uhhh naah not that i know of

well in Rick Riordan's Magnus Chase books, the sword of Frey aka Sumarbrander TALKS and demands to be called Jack, so here i am

bakwaas, music and comfy

yep, i believe in evolution

unfollow on hate and when they dm me sending nsfw pics ugh why are people like that

follow, well, i like people and they seem cool, so i follow them

fav kind of person is the one who'll sit with me for hours not even talking and just vibing to music

fav animals are beavers, doggos and cats

three fav blogs are @chunkybirb, @theclassyghost, @little-boats-on-a-lake, @aredhel-of-gondolin, @sue-me-imbadass, @alleenkaas, @my-ackerman, @brrrrrrrrrrzone

fav emoticon has to be ☹ this me seeing my stupidity outrank others

fav meme has to be Butternut is a master of psychological manipulation

INTP

Libraaa let's go

no dog, i have

black darth vader tshirt, black pants, black sneakers and black wrist watch

i have no selfies my phone has no cameras i live in eternal darkness

what the fuck are platform shoes

i, uhhh, i remember weird things like what i drew in class in 3rd while i was supposed to be doing english

lazy ass here, no front flips possible

i like birds they fly

nope i don't Iike swimming i like blankets

wrapped up in blankets reading books sounds better than both

ketchup

hyperspace travel

nope none

reading writing eating sleeping

my friend

tumblr seems cool

i have around 60-70 idk

yes i can run but why

yes they do but what's the fun in that

nope I'd fall over

sapphire let's go

koala bear or panda

sunflower or the one on a lemon tree

ketchup store

one cup of coffee is enough, tysm

read minds that sounds cool cool yeaaahh

nope never wore it a black clothes guy here BatMan

winter winter all year long

i don't know and i don't wanna try

i don't know and i don't wanna know

everyone cause they are better than me

bookstores cause bookstores any bookstores

sneakers, black onez

apparently some gas bitches mixed up to form a planet

non vegetarian but i partake meat just twice or thrice in two weeks

i don't know they don't seem like liking

naaaaaaaah

bugs ew

spiders ew

about the fact that i come off as arrogant and overconfident while in reality it's just that my communication skills suck

i can draw averagely whenever im in a mood

this thing im answering but i like answering it

uhhhhhhh brain freeze- idk bruh questions are good they give knowledge

yep, while sleeping

ahh yes calming, they are

cloudy days cause fucking cool vibes

hehehe wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy

CumuloNimbus i really like it's name yknow nimBUS

dark blue, dark blue always or black

naaaah no freckles

fav thing is when they laugh and it's just happy and we're both laughing like shitheads but who cares we're rebelling against depressing life and we laugh

both. both is good [ fruits and vegetables

sleep but i have to answer 170 questions cause @chunkybirb

sky sky sky it's my blog's header duh uh sKy

sweet and sour candy. SWEET AND SOUR CANDY.

dim lights it makes me feel cool

ahhh so here we go- Mooncalfs, Thunderbirds, Phoenixes, Sphinxes, Dragons that seem to be Space Nebulae, and more and more and more

i really feel like a boomer sometimes

i love everything about this site/app it makes me feel happy cause i like the people and the posts

uhhhhh i think too much about everything cause i just do. i like thinking

"He's dead, guys. For the sake of The Force, please watch Star Wars now he wanted to discuss it with you" actually no i would just say "A big shoutout to Garlic Bread he loved Garlic Bread"

myself cause i should be sleeping but sleep is for the weak and i am the weak and the strong i am a paradox-

that i obsess too much on things and try involving people it never works out

nope. had braces for 4 years, that beat out teeth showing smiles

i prefer computer-tv ahahahahaha

never tried them, so IDK

naaaaah not motion sickness- never travelled by sea so idk seasickness

lobed ears

yep i believe that deeds do count in life and beyond

idk bruh i don't believe in physical attraction too much- bodies are fake- mentally/metaphysically tho, im a 7

ahhhhh many many Stupid Genius, Tani, Tanu, Tanya

i still do-

i really want to talk to a therapist. converse. and discover.

im both, i am both.

10:1 is the ratio- giving 10, receiving 1

uhhh nothing just when i am right and people use the old "disrespect" argument

3, Hindi, Marathi, English

girls

uhh no i am not

my hair i love them everyone says things about my hair but i love them

knowledge vibes i give, someone tells me- and that's all i ever wanted

anyone i know tbh, my mutuals, my friends, my discord friends

ahhh no i wouldn't but i wish i was born 20 years earlier

bleh bloo, neither like nor dislike

i don't know if i have one

i don't know, haven't had physical contact in a long long long time in a galaxy far far away

the above point stands but i would like to ig

anything i write, 3 hours later, i instantly hate just idk why

anything i write

that i am normal no i am not and i am not okay hahahahaha

65-70 ish people

somewhere around-

many many many don't ask please but okay if you do ask

somewhat

uhhhhh idr exactly but i won't tell in public duh uh

mediummm hairrrr

last year lockdown i became harry potter

i don't know buddy i seriously don't know

yep i do cause knowledge i like knowledge

naaah never tried

no i definitely cannot stand on my hands or my head for more than 30 seconds

yep, im pretty sure i answered most of them correctly-

og link-

#personal #ask #tumblr

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we-are-the-amb · 4 years

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Alan had never enjoyed bathing. At least, he had never been able to draw a bath he could enjoy. The feeling of wet hair and dripping skin had never been pleasant, but he could endure it with the water at a comfortable temperature. Even now, at thirty-eight he thought he could more easily fold his bathwater that get it to a comfortable temperature. He had never been able to get it right. If ever he had taken a bath that had not near suffocated him, or sent him away shivering for hours afterwards, he could not recall it. This was the reason he so seldom took them. His whole life, since the early days of screaming and thrashing beneath a pouring jug, he had held a reluctance to bathe. He would wait until the greasy film of dry sweat and dirt began to itch like a new skin, before stripping it away. Then, he would usually utilise a basin and dish rag, or better, half a packet of baby wipes, scrubbing and drying inch by inch. Much easier to conduct and control, than stewing in a tub. As both he and Edgar had been similar in their bathing habits, as had Issac and Eleanore, he had rarely noticed his own smell. Outsiders, young patrons of their shop, usually, did notice. Most of them had told him so.

“Ugh, take a shower, Goblin!”

“You fucking reek, gross!”

Alan wondered, idly, if he smelled any worse these days. He thought back to that summer, in the dark bowels of those caves. That stink so hot and pungent it felt like two clawed fingers up his nose. Funny, he had not noticed any such odour coming from Sam, and he could not recall Sam disappearing into the bathroom to fill the tub since he had settled in. Never heard the shower spray, either. There were bottles of cologne in their room, lined up atop the chest of drawers where there had been nothing but dust before Sam’s arrival. Purple, black and golden bottles with names like “Noir” and “Electric” embossed on their sleek fronts. He knew Sam dabbed himself with perfume before he slipped out, because when he returned, engorged and warm, Alan could just make out the alcoholic tang beneath that horribly inviting crust of blood.

Alan shuddered, swallowing the saliva that pooled at the memory. He twisted off the water, not caring to dip his fingers in again to test it, and hurt his pruned skin on the tap. He had taken more baths since his half turn, than he ever had in his mortal life. Not because he was conscious of smelling bad, but because of the sickness. A half turn came with ailments from which (as Sam frequently reminded him) a full turn would free him. As a human he had frequently been ill, weak, unable to rise from his bed. Now, he suffered such familiarities and infinitely more. Frantic desperation had taught him that a hot bath could dull the pain and reign in the destabilising nausea that came with a vampire’s hunger, as well as giving the illusion of fullness for at least an hour. He was no biologist, but he supposed he had remaining humanity to thank for that. Would hot water do so much for a corpse?

Settling down after slowly immersing himself never seemed to get easier, or quicker. He never lay there with every sinew solid as a stone relief and his belly caving for less than twenty minutes, he guessed. Not that he was ever inclined to keep count. Counting, equations, numbers in general, had never done much to soothe him. He just felt himself beginning to numb to the heat, his stomach slowly swelling into it, when the click of the door startled him back into stone.

It opened to reveal Sam, scratching his scalp on the doorframe, like a cat. The faint scent of fresh blood hit, just before Alan glimpsed the blotchy, pink stains around his mouth and chest. He had scrubbed himself as clean as he could before finding him, Alan realised, though saliva filled him mouth once more. He was bare from the waist up. Hopefully, his jacket was wiped clean and his shirt soaking in the kitchen sink, removing any insidious temptations from Alan’s reach.

“How are ya, Sweetheart?” Alan’s eyes snapped back up to Sam’s. He saw they were blue, but bright from the feed, and tenderly studying him. He felt he should not be so bashful in front of Sam at this stage, and guilt nipped him as he drew his thighs up to his front.

“Business as usual.” Came his reply, as he rested his chin on his damp knees. Sam hummed through his blunted teeth, his eyes drifting over what little of Alan he could see.

“You want me to get ya a glass?” He asked, then frowned, quizzically. “You won’t throw up in there, if you eat, will ya?”

Hungry though he was, all the more for a bloodstained Sam in the doorway, Alan’s cold guts clenched at the possibility. Sam must have seen him wincing.

“You sure, bud?” Alan nodded, and Sam mirrored him, blinking slowly and lazily in his own, full bellied satisfaction (That was not quite true, Alan thought. Vampires do not digest blood, they circulate it). Silence buzzed between them for a moment, then; “Mind if I slide in with ya?”

Alan considered, his arms tightened around his folded legs. Sam was usually quite insatiable after a feed. The request would have excited Alan, were he not trying to remedy himself.

“Sure. But, I don’t feel like I can do it, tonight.” Sam snorted at his coy phrasing, though there was no mockery in his grin. Alan had long ago begun to use deliberately prudish language, when he realised Sam found it cute.

“Didn’t think so, Treacle.” Sam crossed to the tub, picking at the zipper of his PCV pants. They creaked as he leaned down to peck Alan on the forehead. “Just been a while since I took a bath. Might as well take one with you, huh?”

He braced each foot on the edge of the tub, unzipping his boots. Then he seated himself to peel off the constricting pants. Alan tapped, tunelessly on his shins as he watched Sam undress. How things had changed. He remembered when Sam had been a little wisp of a thing. When he had felt dense and hefty beside him. Even when Sam shot up almost a head taller than him, at seventeen, he had still been willowy, with very little definition from his fondness for dancing. When Sam stepped back into his life almost a year ago, as breezily as though through his own front door, Alan found him transformed in more ways than one. A healthy appetite near the close of his mortal life had given him a generous form. Broad and sturdy, yet soft. He seemed more whole, now. The gangly, doll-like assemble of his youth now properly fitted and smoothed out with age. Alan found himself feeling rather frail and shapeless by comparison. On the occasion that Sam forwent his spot on the ceiling for a share of Alan’s insubstantial bed, Alan felt him at his back and was sure this is how a hermit crab must feel, enveloped in the safety of it’s shell.

Alan was jolted from his meditation on Sam’s now naked body, by the feline shift in his eyes.

“You sure you’re not up to it, bud?” He swatted him, lightly on the knee before he could manage an answer. “Spin.”

Awkwardly, like a swollen cork in an old bottle, Alan shifted himself around in the narrow tub. A low groan escaped him as his head and stomach protested the action. Sam stepped in and settled down behind him with minimal sloshing. He steeled himself to scoot back towards him, but was stopped by a still dry hand on his shoulder.

“One sec.” He heard the splashing and the slick sounds of Sam scrubbing away the last traces of blood from his skin. Gratitude ached in Alan’s chest. On nights when Sam returned from feeding, Alan felt like a starving prisoner with a heaving kitchen, bubbling and sizzling away just outside his cell. Sam reached for him again, careful in touching him with wet hands. He coaxed Alan backwards, easing him down into his chest. His thumbs kneaded him, softly whenever he paused to gulp, or shiver. He purred soothingly into Alan’s ear, when he finally had him cuddled against him. Sam was still warm with his meal coursing through him, so he did not chill Alan and he held him.

“We got any soap?” He asked, after a time of comfortable silence. “I could give you a massage, if you want?”

Alan thought of the encrusted half-bottle of body wash, collecting dust at the foot of the bath.

“I think I’m good.” He nosed at Sam’s temple, restraining a purr rising in his own throat. “Unless you want to get cleaned up?”

“Nah.” Sam chuckled. “Don’t need to.”

“ ‘Was thinkin’,” Alan could feel himself beginning to relax again, in the water, against Sam. “I don’t remember th’ last time you took a bath.” His pillow huffed into his hair.

“Why, do I smell?”

“No, I just...don’t remember.”

“Hm, ‘cause I haven’t taken one since I got here.”

“No?”

“Uh uh, don’t need to, anymore.” Sam pressed a gentle hand on Alan’s thigh. “Straighten out, it’s not helpin’ ya being all curled up.”

Alan submitted to his pressing hand, like a ball jointed doll, his previous shyness melting with his pain.

“Why don’t you have to wash?” He asked “You not get dirty, anymore?”

“I don’t sweat!” Sam said, with the pride of a child who sleeps without a night light. “I mean, I get dirt on me, sure. But I don’t sweat anymore. Don’t you feel it, when ya touch me?”

He lifted a hand, hot from the water to Alan’s jaw. He used one, wet knuckle to nudge his face close to his own, guiding his lips to his cheek. Alan obligingly brushed his lips over Sam’s skin. He had felt it before, beneath his hands, his body. Only now, against the sensitivity of his chapped lips did he feel the dryness of it. Not a flaky dryness, but the sort of smooth, supple dryness that comes from the bite of a winter day. He tutted against Sam’s cheek. Vampires don’t sweat, huh? The stink of those caves flittered across Alan’s mind again, and questioned if the smell really was the smell of those boys. Perhaps, he thought, they had left one of their victims, forgotten and rotting in some corner.

“ ‘M sorry. I must feel like some sort of eel to you, now.”

Sam had to turn away to splutter out a laugh. “Honestly,” He managed, once he had recovered, “honestly, I like it. Feels close to home, ya know?” He kissed Alan on his stubbled cheek. “You’re a nostalgia trip, buddy.”

“You make me sound like some old movie.” Alan sniffed.

“Well, I mean, if you’d rather be compared to a fish-?”

“Alright, okay.”

They did not say anything after that, laying together in a bath that was now only warm. Soon, Alan could sense the incoming dawn. Sam’s purring had become constant and rhythmic, and Alan was finding it more and more difficult to keep his own down. Through a hair thin gap between the window and the cardboard covering, where the cardboard had begun to curl slightly with the damp, he could make out a sliver of hazy blue. Gently, he dug an elbow into Sam’s plump flank.

“We better get out.”

Sam tried to shake his drowsiness away, long enough for him to dry off and head to bed. “You feeling better, Sweetheart?”

“Yep.” It was not entirely the truth. The droning pain in Alan’s head and limbs was somewhat muted, but ever present, and hunger still gnawed at him from every side. Yet, Alan was content for his hot bath. He thought, as he and Sam replaced the towel on the rail and headed to the bedroom through the draughty corridor, that perhaps he could enjoy his baths from now on.

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waywardrose · 3 years

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Hi! May I ask 27 and 76 from the nsfw list, please? I hope you are having a relaxing evening! 🤗

Hihi, M-darling! 💝 I am having a very relaxing evening and totally down to overshare. 😆

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

Yes, a couple of songs. One is titled "Sea of Dolls", because I used to tell stories on my old blog about these Korean-made ball-jointed dolls I owned. The other is "[my former sn]'s Birthday", which is, quelle surprise, about my birthday and how I celebrated by giving gifts instead of receiving them. I was a drunk Santa the whole day and loved every minute of it.

76. What's the sweetest thing you've ever done for someone?

In real life, my love language is acts of service. I don't know if anything I've done has ever stuck with anyone. I'd like to think so, but I suppose you'd have to ask them.

I can tell you one of my favorite sweet things is pampering my partner. I like massaging their backs—or whatever's sore/tight—and bathing them. I like drawing them a bubble bath, lighting candles, and washing their hair, etc., while we talk in hushed tones.

I don't do that with every partner. It's an intimacy that takes a while for me to work up to.

I tend to be dominant, too. I take over things, like cooking, decision-making while shopping, interior design, whatever is needed. I take the lead a lot of the time. Somehow, my anxiety is cancelled out by someone else's. I don't do it to control. Or that I think my partner can't handle whatever. I just don't want them to worry about it.

Maybe that is a form of control. I don't know.

That hasn't always gone over well, tbh. I've trained myself to ask for consent. I can't just assume my partner will be grateful for the assist. My suggestions have to truly be suggestions and not veiled orders—even if I know better. Because, sometimes I don't know better.

So yeah, I like doing for my people. The internet is very frustrating for me. I can't do for the people I like. Words are not enough.

(Asks from vaguely nsfw asks)

#ask

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justasparkwritings · 3 years

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May: TinyDoubt

Previous: April’s The Wild Lillies

Pairing: None

Genre: Creative Angst

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Swearing!

Summary: Creative block is alive and well as you stare at the figurines in front of you, your only comfort? The voice in your head challenging you to soldier on.

Notes: I tried to channel my deep deep writers block for this. Do I hate it? Maybe. Do I feel all those things about my writing? Oh absolute. Is that inner voice how I talk to myself? You bet it is. Is the title so good? Yes, yes it is.

Paintbrush

Sculpting clay

Carving tools

Dry hands

Paint under fingernails

Hair swept back

Slick drying on cheeks

Shoulder’s tense

Should’ve sprung for the expensive chair, the one that holds my legs back and supports my core.

It isn’t too late, I could still spring for it after this batch sells… if I sell it.

I sigh, glancing at the clock, 5 minutes to midnight. How long have I been sitting here? When was the last time I ate or drank anything? Too long. I’ll feel it tomorrow, the ache in my joints, the exhaustion in my body, limbs sore, eyes worn out, all craving nourishment and rest.

Gently, I place the figurine on the clean expanse of my drying rack. Thin and leucite, it supports the variety of creations I’ve been making, each in a different state of disarray. None have ended up being perfect, none are worthy of completing, except maybe, just maybe, this one.

Standing perfectly still at 3inches, somehow, in the bright light of my desk lamp, magnifying lens on its second highest setting, I had perfectly sculpted the manicured swoop of hair. Each strand carved delicately, the part off center, the lingering hair nearly over the left eye, all made from modeling clay. It had taken days to perfect the lift, the arching bow from one side. In its naked form, it looks immaculate. But I know I can only succeed if the coloring is perfect, if the glasses I made, labored over, filling with resin in raspberry pink, fit properly over the new ears I carved days ago.

Ears were always the easy part, a simple structure on the head, never taking more than a pin-head size of clay. Noses too, tiny and dainty drops, always done in the middle of creation.

Staring at this latest iteration, I can’t help but wonder if this is worth it. Meticulously drawing every line, breaking my back mixing yellows to get the golden shade and all the highlights, not to mention the truly painstaking part of it all, hands. Is it worth it, the weeks spent making this tiny, tiny creation, only to deem it unworthy, and left incomplete?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

It’s always worth it, despite what the odds tell me. There’s always that voice in my head, telling me that not only is my skill appreciated, but worth something. The last set sold for five times the asking price. This set could double, triple that… Maybe if it did well enough, I could transition to this, full time. Though the thought of working on perfecting miniatures for 12 hours a day sounds quite possibly like hell.

This isn’t hell, or horrible, you’re too hard on yourself.

The voice in my head tells me. Laughing, I counter that statement. “I am not, they’re all shit,”

They are not.

“I should’ve stuck with wood carving,” I grumble.

You cut yourself pretty badly the last time-

“I know I did!”

I can’t tell if I’ve fully lost it, or if this conversation is going to lead to a creative breakthrough. Though based on my running internal monologue, which yes is voiced by Nicole Byer, I am due for a serious heart-to-mind pep talk. It’s not that I haven’t scolded myself recently, or lamented about how completely incompetent I am, how horrific my work is, or how I am wasting my youth sitting at a cramped desk with coffee I’ve reheated four times. I haven’t had the full ‘this is meaningless, stop wasting your time perfecting the shades of blonde on this plastic and clay figurine and go figure out the next steps in your career’ in at least three weeks. I suppose, staring at these in complete monstrosities, that a conversation with myself regarding what I’m doing is far more enjoyable than listening to my father droll on about how I am in command of my destiny.

Because I’m not in control. If I was, I wouldn’t be sitting here making TinyTan figurines, crying when the paint dries a different color than my swatches or weeping when a miniature dot of adhesive gets stuck on the outside of the clay and chars the entire piece in the oven.

So I’m not in charge of my fate.

You make your own luck.

“Alright, I didnn’t ask you.”

Who did you ask then? Jimin? Yoongi? Oh wait, they don’t have mouths and they’re made of plastic!

“See, they don’t have mouths because they fucking suck and I should give up.”

They’re probably better than you think, you’re just too close to it.

“I think that’s actually incorrect and there is nothing wrong with how close I am to these figures,”

You are though

“What do you suppose I do? Capture their souls? Summon them with a knock off The Power of Seven Will Set Me Free, while I hold their tiny little plastic hands?” I throw the ball of clay I’ve been rolling onto the table, the small glob sticking to the side of a larger block I had been carving from.

Do you always have to be so difficult?

“You’re inside my brain! You know how creatively frustrated I am! And you know how absolutely fucking bitchy I get when I’m upset!”

Why are you frustrated?

I groan, standing up from my chair and walking to the kitchen sink. The hot water scalds my dry hands, melting the clay and paint off, the extra judicial scrubbing peeling back layers of grime I’d let build in the last 10 hours.

Why are you so frustrated? Is it because you aren’t good enough? Are you scared it’s going to be your senior year showcase again, where that girls sister didn’t understand you collage and made snarky comments?

I dry my hands, unwilling to answer the questions my mind was asking.

If you don’t talk about it you’ll blow up like a volcano…

“Because! Fuck, because I can’t get any of this right. I just got the hair done, and that’s taken me two weeks. All I’m doing is chipping away, carving away, fucking up and starting again. When I’m not working on it, all I’m doing is thinking about it. They haunt me in my sleep, their little round bellies body rolling to Mic Drop, trying to get me to eat the mini quiches they’ve carved their initials in. My life is consumed by these tiny fucking figures and it’s making me absolutely hate them.”

Hate them?

“Whoever decided TinyTan needed to be a thing,”

Shouldn’t you be mad at whoever told you to create your own versions of them?

“Oh, so you want me to be mad at myself? Aren’t I already?”

Okay, point made.

“I just stare at them, their little body parts, heads on a platter like the Addams Family.. Everything I make is ugly, everything I make isn’t good enough. Every curve, every cut… garbage.”

Do you want to quit?

“Give up on my project?”

Yeah, say fuck it, toss them out, never come back to them.

“I, should’ve gotten into doll houses,”

Why?

“They’re easier, the rules aren’t as rigid, it’s an interpretation and you can do that 1000 different ways,”

So quit, move to doll houses, sell all your tools. But, answer this, what happens when you get upset or frustrated making doll houses?

I sigh. “I don’t quit craft projects.”

… didn’t you just say you wanted to?

“I don’t quit crafts. Relationships and friendships, that’s another story. But art?”

Then why are you bitching?

“I just,” I sigh, slumping into my couch. “If I finish them, and they don’t turn out, what kind of artist will I be? What does that say about my craft? My ‘talent’?”

What kind of artist do you want to be?

“This Socratic method is really fucking annoying.”

I’m your mind, stop doing it if it bugs you so much

“I just, what does it say about me if they aren’t any good?”

I’m not sure it says anything about you as a person.

“Me as an artist?”

I don’t know if we can answer that.

“Maybe you’re right,”

About?

“Maybe I just, I’m too hard on myself. A set of figurines isn’t going to break my hobby… even if it’s broken my spirit,”

If it’s broken your spirit, why keep doing it?

“I love the finished product, but I love the process more,”

Then keep going.

The thing about the voice inside my head is that no matter how hard I try to lie to it, it always knows. It always comes back with wisdom and truth, shining a light on exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid.

“Tonight?”

No bitch, you need sleep. TinyTan will be there tomorrow.

“Is this when we sing Zero O’Clock while we brush our teeth?”

Only if you want to.

I rise from my couch, slipping my apron off, putting it on my crafting chair and clear my throat.

“Oo- and you’re gonna be happy,” I sing as I move through my apartment, miniatures drying, waiting for another day of scraping, molding and painting, my broken spirit stitching itself back together as the clock resets.

Next: June Pride

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jubilantwriter · 4 years

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Jaspvid Week 2020: Day 5 - AU Day

(AO3) @jaspvid-week

this is so late AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

And They Were Supposed to Waltz Together Under the Light of the Moonlight as Fate Foretold

Summary: Being a toy, Jasper is aware that there are only so many things he can look forward to in life. One of which is being adopted by a child. But that was pretty much all he expected from his life. That is, until a new set of toys come into the shop. And suddenly, there is so much more to his life that he wants from it. And so much more he wants to share with the doll behind the glass.

Word Count: 6082

There is a little toy shop just off the beaten path, where the busy city folk forget to glance down as they make their way to and fro from place to place. Hidden away in an alley, tucked between the quiet coffee shop and secondhand bookstore that only a few know to take solace in, this little toy shop houses a few forgotten joys and wonders that the old, wrinkled man calmly cares for day in and day out.

And every night, when the old, wrinkled man leaves to go home, the toys come to life.

For in this tiny shop lies life beyond what the mind knows to be true.

A little toy soldier, wooden and dusty, blinks before he looks around, making sure that the coast is clear before he stands up and stretches. Life begins again, and he begins the same routine he’s followed since the day he received his name.

But today is a little different, isn’t it? He looks over to the display case across from his shelf, where new residents are hiding from the rest of the shop.

"Jasper!" A soft plush of a cat calls to him from the ground, stretching her limbs like a real cat would and yawning as she does so. "Have you heard?"

"Hey, Gwen." The toy soldier smiles as he lowers his arms, the springs inside his wooden limbs squeaking slightly as he does so. "I didn't need to hear, I'm high enough up here to see everything perfectly fine."

"Whatever. Just hurry up and get down here." She rolls her beady eyes as she sits up on the floor. All around them, the toys begin their daily bouts of getting up and moving around. Dolls and other stuffed animals gently lower themselves from their bins and greet friends from the other side of the store. Plastic action figures begin tugging the pillow off the old man's chair behind the counter. With it, they carefully place it under the shelves and call for their friends to jump off and onto the cushy surface. Right on cue, the pillow is dragged over to the shelf housing Jasper and his companions, all of them leaping to the floor with practiced ease. Gwen pads over to him as she lowers her head. He laughs, gently petting her fluffy head with his formless hand. She quickly lays down and lets him climb on, his hands and arms slipping safely under her ribbon collar. "All tucked away?"

"As well as I can be."

"I'd say hang on but you don't have fingers."

"Haha." Nonetheless, he smiles as she trots over to the glass display case behind the counter. Already a group of toys have gathered on top of the counter as the biggest bear in the shop carefully lifts them up. Gwen waits her turn as the bear hoists them up silently, nodding to them in greeting as the pair look towards the display case with the others.

A new group of toys have made it into the toy store. While this event itself isn't too uncommon, what catches everyone's attention is the fragility of these toys. Hand-painted with decorative clothing and ball joints for easy moving and posing, the collection of precious porcelain dolls sit quietly in the display case.

Not moving.

The toys whisper among themselves as they watch with unease.

"Why aren't they moving?"

"Do they not know?"

"How new are they?"

Jasper keeps silent, the light of the moon highlighting the porcelain dolls with a soft shine he's rarely seen in the shop. There's two of them, sitting side by side against an ornate castle that looks too decorative to be played with. Their clothing looks just as gorgeous - one has a long, beautiful gown of royal purple, with golden vine-like designs curling and climbing up to rest gently by her waist sewn in, and of course, a layer of lavender tulle that seems to be common for all princess dolls nowadays. The princess is beautiful, Jasper won't deny that, with her curly hair falling in waves onto her bare shoulders, and her proud, golden eyes framed by her long lashes.

As beautiful as she is, however, Jasper finds more of his attention taken by the prince standing next to her, wearing a navy tunic with similar golden embroidery, a cape to match, and a decorative sword hanging from the belt around his waist. Red hair is styled proudly as it can't decide whether to clash or compliment the clothing the prince wears, and emerald eyes stare straight ahead, looking nearly gentle in nature.

And, like all good princes do, his arm is looped to let his princess hold onto him inside the case.

Beautiful.

Jasper continues to stare, head tilted to the side as he watches the two dolls remain lifeless.

"Do you think they need someone to tell them to wake up?"

"Probably. Doesn't look like they'll do it themselves."

"Maybe it's the glass." He slips his arms out and pats her head, pointing with his hand. "Maybe they can't hear us, so they don't know there's life out here."

"Maybe." She tilts her head slightly to get a glimpse of him. "What are you planning?"

"You make it sound bad." He grins and looks to Big Bear. "Mind giving me a lift?"

"Jasper-"

"Relax!" Big Bear gently picks him up while Gwen watches with an annoyed glare. "I promise, it's nothing big. Heya Big Bear, put me down in front of the case. Right on the ledge there." As the bear puts him down gently, Jasper looks over himself. He's presentable, right? It's not like his outfit can change much. Everything is painted on with care, but he's sure there's bits of him chipping somewhere.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, he's pretty bottom-tier for toys when compared to the porcelain dolls inside the case.

It makes him hesitate, suddenly wondering if it's too late to back out. He wanted to greet them, welcome them to the shop, but maybe he's not the greatest looking toy to welcome them. Gwen could have worked much better - her dark brown fur is shiny and new, even though she's been here almost as long as him. The dust just doesn't settle on her like it does on him and dang, actually, is he dusty too?

He looks back to the toys on the counter, and they all watch him curiously. Will he do it? Can he do it? He looks back to the dolls encased in glass, and it's when he notices that, up close, the red-haired doll has the softest smile on his face.

And for a minute, he wonders how the doll will look when he smiles a real smile, a smile that isn't painted on and is the result of the sweetest laughter, the gentlest of spoken reminders. Jasper thinks he'd like to see the prince smile at him with a soft smile that's caused because of him.

He lifts his wooden hand to the case and knocks on it.

At first, nothing happens.

So he knocks again.

...Nothing.

"Try knocking harder!" A voice calls out behind him. Murmurs from the rest of the toys agree. So he does.

Still nothing.

Frowning, he lowers his hand and sighs. Maybe the glass was just too-

Movement. A blink.

Jasper rubs his eyes. No. He didn't imagine that, did he? He knocks again.

Golden eyes blink again. Then green.

And then the princess looks at him.

"They... they're awake." He turns back to the toys behind him, waving excitedly. "They're awake!" The toys cheer as he turns back to the case and gestures for the dolls to come closer. "It's okay!"

For a minute, neither of the dolls seem keen to move. But the princess takes a careful step forward. Swings her free arm. Looks to her prince curiously before saying something Jasper can't hear. Her prince looks more hesitant, but he too takes a step. Then another. Swings his own arm before releasing his princess to look at his hands. He touches his face, before reaching up to gently cup his princess' face. She grins and cups his in return, and though Jasper can't hear them, he swears that they must be laughing together.

He knocks on the glass again, drawing their attention. The prince keeps his smile as he looks over to Jasper and he swears that there's something about the prince that takes his breath away. As the prince approaches, Jasper notices that there's a little hop to his step. Instead of dignified strides, the prince walks with a giddy little bounce so unlike the image he is supposed to present that it makes Jasper chuckle. The princess takes her time in coming over, just as curious as the prince but more wary. He waves to the both of them and smiles.

"Hello!" The two dolls look to each other before turning back to Jasper with confused stares. Frowning, he cups his hands around his mouth and yells. "HELLO!"

The dolls on the other side say something, but he can't hear a word.

Oh no.

The glass is that thick?

"They can't hear me." Jasper turns back to the toys on the counter. "And I can't hear them!"

"Is there a way to get the case open?" Gwen stands from where he left her and explores the counter with the other toys. "Is it locked?"

Jasper looks around the front of the case and spies a silver keyhole near the top corner of it. He runs to it, trying to raise himself up high enough to reach it, but it remains well out of his reach. Frowning, he examines the bottom part of the case, trying to find where the case can be opened in hopes of wedging something between the spaces. He runs around the front of it, unable to examine the sides or top part of the case. The prince follows his movements, looking where he looks and turning back to talk to his princess every once in a while.

Jasper tries to wedge the edges of his hand into what looks like a possible opening and grunts.

Nothing.

"It's locked!" He calls back to Gwen as she and the other toys mess with the cash register. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to figure out how this thing works." He hears her grumble before her paw slaps at the keys. "Damn!"

"You think the key for it is in there?"

"Yeah, probably. A few of the toys mentioned seeing a key in here once or twice before, so it might be for that case." She looks back at him with a disgruntled look on her face. "We're gonna mess with it for a while, but it might be a few days before we figure it out."

"You think anyone on the shelves saw how the old man used it?"

"We'll ask. What are you gonna do?"

What is he going to do?

There's not much he can do from the outside of the case - all he knows is that it's locked, and there's nothing he can do to wedge it open. But maybe...

"I'm gonna try and see if they can do anything from the inside!"

"But how?? Didn't you say that they couldn't hear you??"

"I'm just..." He looks back to the prince, who hasn't stopped following him the entire time. Up close, he notices that the doll has little dots adorning his face. Freckles, he realizes, as the doll tilts his head to the side and presses a delicate hand up to the case. He watches as the doll pushes, frowns, and pushes again. A panicked look crosses his features as he turns to his princess and calls to her. From this close, Jasper can almost hear his voice, muffled and faint but still there.

He wishes he can hear the prince's voice in full clarity.

The princess comes over with a frown as she pushes at the glass. When it doesn't budge, he can see the creases in her brow deepen. She turns back to the prince and says something, which in turn makes the prince freak out. As she holds her hands out to placate the panicking doll, Jasper looks over to where their castle stands and wonders what props and little toys could be hiding in there. He taps on the glass to get their attention, and both dolls look over to him with varying levels of stress and anxiety.

He looks to the both of them and presses a hand up to the glass.

And he smiles. Comforting, he hopes. Gentle, he prays. And hopeful. Because with the reality of their situation settling into their minds, they need all of that and more.

"Don't worry," he says, mouthing the words carefully as he speaks, "we'll get you out."

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Days in the store are slow, usually. All of them sit still and watch as maybe a customer or two pop in, and if they're lucky, a few of them may even find new homes to go to, with children who are excited to play with them holding the lucky few close to their chest. But the ones who remain now have a different goal in mind.

To free the two dolls trapped in the glass case.

A few dolls have placed themselves closer to the cash register, slowly edging themselves closer as the days go by to get a glimpse at how the old man operates it. Gwen has been talking with the other stuffed animals, trying to see what they can do about the case from the outside without making it too obvious that something was off about the toys.

And Jasper?

He kneels by the case, working with Big Bear to try picking the lock. One of the toys had said that they've seen on TV of humans using paperclips and the like to open locks, and while they didn't have any paperclips lying around, Jasper was willing to try using whatever was thin and small to wedge it into the keyhole.

"Annnnd..." Big Bear holds him up silently, Jasper's arms working as he tries to hear a clicking sound from the lock. Instead, he hears a snapping noise as the little plastic sword he was given breaks. He sighs, pulling out the broken pieces and letting them drop to the floor. "...nothing."

"Nothing?" Another wooden soldier similar to him helps him out of Big Bear's paws and back onto the glass case ledge. "Damn, I thought that would work."

"It was worth a shot. I guess it really does have to be something metal?"

"Maybe." The other soldier points him to the case. "I'll keep looking around for other things to use. Maybe the Barbie dolls have some things we can use. The prince has been waiting for you, by the way."

"He has?" Jasper perks up a bit, making his friend snicker at his eagerness.

"Yeah, keeps watching you trying to unlock their cage and making these scared gestures every time you looked like you were going to fall down. Here he comes right now."

Right on cue, the prince comes to a halt by his side of the glass, hands pressed up against the glass as he looks over Jasper worriedly. The blonde soldier salutes Jasper with a smirk before letting Big Bear carry him off to the floor.

The prince knocks on the glass delicately, grabbing Jasper's attention. Jasper smiles and presses his hand up on the glass in greeting. The prince wastes no time in gesturing for Jasper to turn, making the brunette roll his eyes as he complies. He turns on the spot slowly, showing to the prince that he is, once again, unharmed from his endeavor. The prince's shoulders relax as he visibly lets out a sigh of relief, his smile more calm now that he's confirmed that Jasper was okay.

When there's nothing left for Jasper to do, he tends to find himself back in front of the prince. Just like now, he sits down as the prince joins, happily watching as the ginger gestures wildly about something. The prince is saying something, but his lips are moving too quickly for him to read his words, and despite not knowing what the hell he’s talking about, Jasper finds that he doesn't mind. He's oddly satisfied with just watching how excited and happy the prince is, a warmth settling in his chest as he smiles and watches the prince no doubt recounting something he saw - the customers in the shop, a new thing he found in his castle maybe. As if on cue, the prince pulls out a small flower from behind him.

It looks delicately made, a prop rather than a toy Jasper believes. The prince gently clinks it to the glass, smiling sweetly as he looks to Jasper.

Jasper places his hand over the spot of the flower, his own smile softening as he gazes into eyes greener than anything he's seen in the shop. He wonders if there's green outside the shop that matches the shade the prince wears.

It must belong to something incredible, something as wonderful as the prince himself. Jasper has always wanted to leave the shop, but he never really found a reason to leave himself when it was much easier to let a child pick him up and take him home.

There are wonders out in the outside world, he's sure of it. Outside of this shop.

Outside of this case.

He wonders what the prince sounds like. Gentle? Strong? A high voice? Maybe a lower one? What kind of laugh does he have?

And how does his hand feel? He's heard porcelain feels cold and hard, but when he looks at the prince and his soft features, he finds it hard to believe.

A knock on the glass brings his attention back to present. And the other resident in the case looks to him with a smirk on her painted lips. The prince greets her enthusiastically, and she softens her smirk into a smile, patting his hair carefully before gesturing for Jasper to follow her. He follows after the princess, curious to see if she's found anything. Instead, she just takes him to the corner of the case, pointing at the bottom corner with an eager grin. He looks to her, a question in his eyes as he watches her kneel down and-

He yells as he presses himself up against the case, her fist colliding into the corner. There's enough force to elicit a small crack in the corner, but as she pulls her hand back, he can see the hairline fractures that litter her hand. The prince is losing his mind, taking her hand and turning it this way and that, frantic as he examines each crack carefully. The princess shrugs off his concerns, shooing him away gently as she points to Jasper, and then to the damaged corner.

She wants him to... hit it?

Her smile widens as she takes her cracked fist and punches her own hand, and he swears he can hear the prince scream in fright.

He's not sure what she's planning, but if it'll keep her from punching at the glass like that...

Jasper lifts his own hand. He can't ball it into a fist like the princess, but he sure as hell can jab as hard as he can. With a quick thrust, he slams his hand into the corner. Instead of creating more cracks, however, the corner bites into his hand and leaves a dent. He pulls back, rubbing it with a hiss as he hears banging from the glass. The prince looks downright horrified, and the princess herself looks guilty for even suggesting the idea. But he's only made of wood, it's not like he'll shatter to pieces in an instant. He waves his hands to show that he's fine, it's just a little dent, it's okay. But the prince presses up against the glass and gestures desperately for Jasper to step as close as he can. Knowing what he wants, he presses his damaged hand against the glass for the prince to see. He turns it this way and that in accordance to the prince's gestures, and when the prince finally stills his hands, Jasper looks up to see that there's still worry and concern on his features. Jasper taps at the glass lightly and smiles when the prince looks up at him. With a little bonk, he presses his forehead against the glass. An answering bonk from the other side is all Jasper needs to hear as he closes his eyes.

He's okay, it's alright.

He wants to comfort the prince with his words, but sometimes, all he can manage are these little actions.

Little movements that they've both used to replace those words that can't hear from one another.

And if Jasper were to press his hand up on the glass, he knows that the prince would do the same.

He's here for him.

And he won't be leaving any time soon.

\\\\

"So that lockpicking thing is a bust." He sprawls out on Gwen's back, feeling as she moves across the store, looking around for other things they can use. "But, the princess gave me a new idea."

"Did she now?"

"What if we just, broke the case open?"

"Then the old man would know something was up and freak out."

"What about we break it a little. Just a tiny bit."

"And that would help us... how?"

"Imagine this- thank you." A toy dragon hands him a plastic shield. He tosses it up and down, judging its weight and hoping for the best. The dragon straightens up with a proud puff of her chest before ambling away. "Anyway, so, if all the sound is trapped in that case with them, then if there's like, a little hole, wouldn't it technically be possible to talk with them better?"

"Just talk?"

"Yeah, Gwen! It'd be easier to work with them, maybe see what they got in that castle of theirs and actually find out what's useful in getting them out."

"I guess so." Gwen sticks her face into a toy house while Jasper waits. "Hey is- oh there you are. Did you find that-? Oh thank you so much. Yeah yeah, I promise to give you a ride tomorrow." A static-like voice chirps happily inside the doll house as Gwen pulls back with a quarter in her mouth.

"Nice!"

"Yeah well, one of us has to have a real plan." Gwen tosses a smirk over her shoulder and clambers over to Big Bear, letting them pick her up onto the counter carefully. "One of the toys thinks that if we push these buttons in the right order, it'll get the register to open up. And in case it doesn't work, maybe money will do the trick."

"You've got a back-up plan for your real plan."

"Yeah, because my brain isn't just fluff, you block of wood."

"That's Over-Glorified Block of Wood to you." Gwen merely snorts in response as he slides off of her.

"Hey, hold on a sec." Jasper comes up to her face with an idiom ringing in his head for his curiosity.

"Got more than a quarter?"

"Yeah, actually." She drops the coin and picks up a familiar car. He drops the plastic shield and hugs the car to his chest.

"No way. Where did you find this?"

"I didn't. One of the other toys did." She smirks as he rolls one of the wheels, testing it as it clicks back far enough to start speeding in the air. "Didn't know what to do with it, so we kept it hidden behind the register." Already, Jasper's mind is spinning up a new plan as he looks around the counter.

"Did they find tracks too or-?"

"I don't know if the old man has any laying around."

"We can improvise. Those wooden train tracks- those gotta be around somewhere, right?"

"What are you planning now?" Gwen slides the quarter to one of Legos hopping around the cash register. "I don't think those ever got sold, but I haven't seen them in months."

"Maybe the Conductor knows. He's hiding in one of the houses, isn't he?"

"Probably. Been moping since the old man took apart his whole setup. But what are you planning?"

"Momentum." He points to the ledge of the case to one of the shelves across the store. Gwen looks between starting and ending points before looking down at Jasper's eager face. And then bats his head. "Hey!"

"You dumb block, it'll just fall apart in the middle! What's going to keep the tracks up in the open air?!"

"Big Bear!" The stuffed bear turns to them and Jasper quickly waves his hand at them. "Nonono, don't worry, I don't need your help yet."

"Yet," she repeats dryly. "What's Big Bear supposed to do?"

"Hold it up!"

"They can barely move from their spot - there's too much fluff, not enough stuffing to keep them upright for long!"

"But the other teddy bears manage to move just fine."

"That's because they're a normal size. Big Bear is ginormous compared to everyone else, stuffed bears aside!" She shakes her head with a frown. "I don't think they'd be able to keep themselves standing, nevertheless the damn tracks."

"Aha, but what if..." Jasper gestures to the chair behind the counter. "...Chair?"

"...Will it be enough?"

"Now you're just being a sourpuss." He ignores her hiss and gestures for Big Bear to come pick him up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find the Conductor and hopefully get this show on the road!"

It's easy for Jasper to put his plan into action. Ever since the dolls came to life and were stuck behind that glass case, every toy found it in them to try and do their best in getting them out. Devising plans, working together, finding bits of forgotten and dropped items hiding under shelves for only the toys to find - each and every one of them was going to do anything it took to get those dolls out, even if it was only for the night.

So with the gray-haired Conductor leading the way, he was able to grab the old, dusty tracks and carefully start connecting the straight pieces together. With the help of his fellow toy soldiers, they manage to shove and push the chair right in the middle of the small store. Other toys pitch in, helping them nudge the chair in the right spot while a handful of the stuffed animals carefully guide Big Bear to their spot on the chair, plopping them upright and still. Toys clamber about the store noisily as Big Bear holds up the unconnected middle part, a group on the counter carefully steadying the last section onto the ledge of the case, and Jasper's group carefully situated on the closest shelf to the counter and steadying the first section to match up with Big Bear's section.

Little toys clamber all over Big Bear as they climb up to the sections and carefully make sure that everything is connected and secure, before giving the thumbs up to Jasper. Together, he and the rest of the soldiers pull back on the car as far as it can go. He looks down towards the case and sees the prince pressed up against the glass, watching it all unfold as the register group continue on their problem solving venture.

Jasper knows this little plan of his won't free them. He knows for a fact that Gwen's idea is the better of the two by a longshot.

But.

As he releases the car with his friends and watches it race down the wooden slope, he hopes at least.

At least the prince's voice can be freed.

And he can finally ask him what his name is.

A resounding crack greets everyone's ears as they all hold their breath. Big Bear is the first to react, dropping their section of the bridge and having the stuffed animals guide them back to their place by the counter. Jasper reacts next, ignoring the clatter of wood as he drops onto the cushion on the floor and races over to Big Bear. Without him needing to say anything, the bear picks him up and gently places him on the ledge. Jasper runs to where the car remains still by the case and holds his breath as he kneels down to assess the damage. The princess is already there, looking excited as Jasper pulls the car away from the case. It's... not quite shattered, but there are definitely cracks spidering out from the impact. Jasper is ready to feel put out, because all that scheming certainly feels like a waste of optimism when he hears a knock grab his attention. His eyes meet with a pair of golden ones as she balls her hands up and punches into the air.

She wants him to punch the glass again?

Well, it might be weaker than before.

He winds up his arm and jabs at the glass with all his might. His wooden hand makes a soft "tink", but it ultimately does not go through. He pulls his hand back, the springs in his wrist feeling a bit bent out of shape, similarly to his mood as the case refuses to give. The princess frowns for a moment, before brightening and sitting down in front of Jasper. He watches as she kicks out her leg, the bottoms of her shoe meeting the glass daintily with a tap. At first, Jasper is prepared to shake his head, thinking that the results will just be the same.

But then he realizes that his foot is more solid. More built than his feeble, pointed hand. He can put more force into his kick. He can rely on more than just the swing of his light arms to make a sad excuse for a punch.

He positions himself right by the crack, leaning back on his arms as he sucks in a deep breath and-

SMASH.

For a brief, wonderful moment, he feels time stop as he watches his foot break through the glass. Cracks grow from the small break he makes, but he hardly finds them worth any worry as he pulls his leg back and immediately starts to clean the area of glass. Cheers erupt from behind him as he shoves the glass down to the floor.

Finally.

Finally!

He's getting somewhere!

"David! David, come over here!" A voice he's never heard before calls out from inside the case, and he can hear her, a voice that's rich and deep with a slight thrum to it, nothing like he'd imagine her sounding, but her voice sounds right, feels right, it just matches her unwavering determination, the strength that she holds, which means, which means-

"Bonnie, he! He did it!"

Jasper turns towards that little hole, that little hole that he made that gives him a glimpse into their little world, let's him hear them for the first time, hear him for the first time, and he's-

He sounds so wonderful.

Sweet, melodic, like he could burst into song at any moment, a bit higher than he'd imagine, but not so much that Jasper would miss how full of life and energy his voice holds. The prince sounds a bit more nervous than he imagined, but that's normal, right? Because, because Jasper is a little nervous too. No more silence.

Just.

Being able to listen to him. To each other.

Green eyes meet his blues, and he wonders, not for the first time, if his eyes were always meant to be painted such a vibrant green.

"...Hey."

"Hi."

The prince smiles as he kneels in front of the hole, his voice finally, finally, carrying through, loud and clear, no longer muffled, no longer inaudible, but here, here for Jasper to listen to, he wants to listen to his voice forever if he could-

"I'm... My name is Prince David."

"You can call me Jasper."

Carefully, the prince- no, David, reaches through the hole, his porcelain hand real and beautiful and dainty and open for Jasper to take. Jasper's own hand is nothing but a small, ovular block, nothing detailed like David's, nothing as carefully made and constructed like David's, but as he reaches forward hesitantly, he feels David grab his wooden hand like it's the most fragile material he's ever handled. Small fingers trace the little dents and scratches that mar the surface of his hand, and he's handled so gently, so carefully that Jasper forgets that David is the more fragile of the pair.

"Jasper." David breathes his name out like a precious treasure, and Jasper's breath gets caught in his throat. "That's such a pretty name."

"Thanks, I... um, I chose it." Green eyes stare at him curiously, and he thinks of that idiom that Gwen loathes for him to repeat out loud.

"Really? You were made without a name?"

"Well... my entire group was made in bulk. I mean, some of us were colored differently sure, but none of us had names. And... we decided when we woke up that we should have names to make us feel more... individual. And so it'd be easier to refer to each other without getting confused."

"How'd you come up with it?"

"...A little boy." He remembers a small child from ages ago - dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, excitable, eager, curious of the world and all of its residents - picking him up with a grin, turning him this way and that as he debated with his mother on whether or not he could get another toy. His mother put Jasper back on the shelf, but the little boy continued to stare with a promise in his eyes to one day take him home.

It’s been so long since he’s seen that little boy. He can’t help but wonder how his namesake is doing, and if he ever remembered Jasper sitting here in the toy shop.

"A little boy had that name. And I liked it. So I named myself after him."

"Ohh." David hums as he squeezes Jasper's hand. "If he's your namesake, then I bet he was a good kid."

"I bet." Jasper holds David's hand between his own, careful not to press too hard less he cracks something. "I like your name too. It's nice."

"I mean, it's not as special as yours. I was made with mine. Just like Bonnie." He turns to wave at the princess behind him, the woman looking smug and proud as she waves back only to walk away.

"I think it's special regardless." Jasper brings David's hand up to his lips, breathing lightly on it as he looks into his eyes. "It means your creator put thought into you. You have a whole story to you, I bet."

"Maybe." David laughs, a slight blush dusting his cheeks as Jasper sighs at the sight. "But if you think that's all it takes to make it special then... then I'll take your word for it."

"Believe it," Jasper says with a wink, making David laugh again. He's about to say something else when Gwen yowls a warning.

"The sun is rising! Everyone, back to your shelves!"

Jasper drops the hand he was about to kiss quickly, looking over to Big Bear as they begin lowering the other toys first.

"...I should get going."

"Oh, right." David looks as downtrodden as Jasper feels, but he places his hand over the glass, right where he imagines he could cup David's cheek to comfort him. At least now, he can say words of comfort, even if he can't fully touch him just yet.

"Hey." He smiles, bright and full of hope for the days to come. "I'll talk to you again later, okay?"

"...Okay." David places his hand against the glass, smiling with Jasper as neither of them pull away. "I can't wait to talk to you again."

“Same.” Jasper presses his forehead up against the glass and closes his eyes. He doesn’t need to open them to know that David follows in suit.

Because there are just some things that words can’t replace. Small gestures. Small movements that words just can’t encapsulate well enough.

And sure, maybe there’s a glass wall between them now.

But soon.

Soon.

He’ll find a way to free them both for good.

#camp camp #cc jasper #cc david #jaspvidweek2020 #jasper #cc gwen #and some unnamed characters #whom you can guess as you'd like #god life has been pretty #ROUGH lately huh guys #world sucks shit #but now that i've gotten over my uhhh #crippling inability to cope with how the world runs #im gonna finish the rest of the prompts regardless #i don't know if they'll brighten someone's day but #i know for sure that distractions can help for just a little help a mind not be overwhelmed #also yes this is #a toy story au #and it was supposed to have a very specific scene but this was getting too long already #because this was very inspired by a vocaloid song #ai think so #i wish i could have gotten to that scene #one day i might turn this into a two shot #legit tho i have an entire plot line with more involved characters and a conclusion and yes david DOES get out of the case bu #spoilers lmao #links will be updated later once the rest of the prompts are DONEZO

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Sickeningly Sweet (Bang Chan VampireAU!

Stray Kids Bang Chan Vampire AU!

summary: You were born to a single mother who you knew very little about. She worked a lot and was always gone before you woke up. You meet a vampire friend of your mothers who is set out to protect you. You find out you’re a Pureblood Vampire, and your time is coming

No warnings rn but the next part will be smut almost for sure lol :)

PART 1

You were 7 when you first saw him. One second you were holding hands with your mother walking through the busy streets of New York and the next you were alone, being pushed in every direction. You made your way through the crowds and stood on the side of the street against a little shop, cornering an alley. You were starting to look in every direction for your mom when hands slipped over your mouth and waist. Whoever it was held your arms against your side with a bruising strength and no matter how much you struggled, he didn’t budge. You watched the entrance of the alleyway get farther and farther away as the man carried you in deeper.

“You smell delicious, darling.”

The man moved to hold your hands behind your back with one of his and he turned you to face him. You were shaking and you could feel tears well up in your eyes. He leaned forward and sniffed up your collarbone to your neck.

Within a second he was on the ground, a pale blonde man standing over the two of you. He looked unreal. The blood red pupils over the stark white of his eyes made it seem like they were glowing, bringing an eery red hue to surround him.

“If you touch her again, I won’t be so gentle. Feeding on kids? You’re disgusting. Get out of my sight, now!”

Your savior wasn’t yelling but his voice was aggressive and demanding. The other man scrambled out from under the blonde mans gaze and almost disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Let’s go.”

He used the same, dominant tone and reached a hand out to you without looking down. You didn’t know what else to do so you grabbed his finger and immediately you felt yourself get swept up into his grip and it felt like you were on a rollercoaster. When the feelings faded you were balled up in this mans arms hanging on for dear life.

“Go inside, call your mother. Tell her you’re safe at home and you’ll be okay alone. Tell her Chan’s got it covered.”

You stared at the man with wide eyes and a blank expression.

“Are you Chan?”

Your voice was little and weak, you sounded terrified and the vampire before you took notice.

“My name is Christopher Bangchan, you can call me whatever you’d like doll.”

He smiled awkwardly at the end of his sentence and you giggled.

“Chris, thank you for saving me.”

You shuddered at the memory that popped into your head at that statement and Bangchan put a hand on your shoulder.

“Forget about it kid, and don’t worry. Ill be out here to protect you until your mother returns.”

He nodded and slightly pushed you towards the house, disappearing from your view as you walked in the front door. You locked it behind you and called your mom.

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The next time you saw him you were 15. Your friends had gotten together and were going to a big party. They convinced you to sneak out and join them, so after your mom fell asleep, you shimmied out of your bedroom window on the second floor and walked to the edge of the roof. Below you, your friends stood holding their hands up to catch your legs and help you down. Once safely on the grass, you took off running in the direction of the trail in the woods.

“Party’s this way!”

You giggled and kept running, hearing your friends behind you. Wearing a plaid miniskirt, a white crop top and a pair of white knee high boots, running was a bit difficult. Your best friend ran past you and stuck out her tongue on your right, then two more of your friends passed by your left.

You felt gushes of wind blow past you as if someone was running by, but you couldn’t see the edges of the trail anymore, your surroundings blurring into a green mess. Putting your hands over your ears and squeezing your eyes, you yelled. Screamed and begged for your friends to come back.

When you opened your eyes, you were laying on your back and your friends stood in a circle over you. Past them, you thought you saw figures perched in the trees, watching you. You blinked the thought away and sat up. After having to reassure your group multiple times that your were fine, you guys continued to walk towards the sound of music.

After reaching the house, you and your best friend went shot for shot with the two star football players of your high school. Seeing as you two were tiny school girls you became quite drunk very fast. You swore you could see a flash of red cross Seungri’s eyes as he tossed another vodka shot back and stared at you. You shook your head and excused yourself to the bathroom. Head spinning, you made your way through the house and into the small guest restroom.

Splashing water on your face you decided it would be best to leave, you’d been here drinking straight vodka for over an hour now and were starting to feel woozy. You wiped your face off and left the room, making a beeline for the front door. No one was out front except a girl two grades above you, with wild red hair and beautiful skin, smoking a joint. She looked up at you and nodded, familiar red flashing through her gaze. You turned back forward and started almost running, back in the direction of the trail you knew all too well.

There, standing at the entrance of the trail, was the girl from the front porch. She smirked and you could see fangs poking out of her red painted lips.

“Where do you think you’re going sugar? I smell something sweet.”

Her voice sent chills down your spine as you tried to take off running past her. Her hand gripped into your bicep and you felt her nails dig into your skin. She was strong, almost impossibly strong.

“Mhmm you’re staying with me tonight, treat.”

Struggling was useless, her death grip on your arm now drawing blood. You slumped down and growled, staring up at her with a glare. Her gaze was fixed on your arm, warm, red blood running over her fingers and down your forearm. She used her other hand to swipe some of it off of her nail and she licked it, closing her eyes for a second.

“Let her go now or you’re going to regret it, Jennie.”

She opened her eyes and rolled them, sighing and popping her finger out of her mouth.

“Awe Channie, coming to try and steal my dinner?”

She laughed at him and dug her nails deeper into your arm, pushing more blood out and over her hand.

“She’s mine. Back off.”

Jennie locked eyes with Chan for a moment and saw it in his eyes that he wasn’t kidding and she wouldn’t win this. Her hold loosened, and then disappeared. She forced you to look her in the eyes as she sucked your blood off her fingers and smirked, wiping a bit of it on your cheek.

“Don’t let me find you alone again, sweetheart.”

You ran to Bangchan’s side and hid in his coat. Even through all of the commotion, you were still a good few too many vodka shots deep and felt like you couldn’t stand. He wrapped his arms around you for a moment and breathed in. He let out a low, deep growl and stepped back from you. Digging in his pocket, he grumbled to you.

“We need to wrap your arm. Let me.”

He kneeled down and rested your arm on his shoulder, firstly wiping off the blood that had dropped out and around your wounds. He then did something you didn’t expect, he leaned forward and licked up your bicep, covering each mark with his tongue before moving on. It burned for a moment each time, but only bad enough for your grip on his shoulder to tighten. When he pulled back, the wounds were gone, replaced by thin white lines in the shape of crescent moons.

“I guess I have some explaining to do..”

Bangchan was still sitting in front of you, one hand resting on your forearm and the other on your waist. He looked up at you and you could feel his burning gaze as you studied him. How? He hadn’t changed a single bit since the first memory you have of him from all those years ago.

“So.. you’re a.. vampire?”

He sighed. It wasn’t that he didn’t expect your question, he just didn’t expect you to be so straightforward about it.

“Yes. But not the dumb shit they put in your movies. We don’t turn into bats, we don’t sparkle. We can be in sunlight and eat garlic, we just have to moderate certain things. I know it’s a lot so don’t feel like you need to take it all in at once.”

Chan didn’t take a single breathe till you finally met eyes with him. Then, you started crying. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know what he did to cause such a reaction. But you were drunk, and therefore emotional.

“T-thank you for t-telling m-me, I’m s-so sorry you h-have to live like t-that.”

You threw yourself around him and cried. Chan was taken back, surprised your tears were due to his own possible situation. Sure, at first being a vampire and having to feed on humans blood and outliving everyone you meet kinda sucks, but it’s not the worst thing ever. You get used to it and years turn into days after some point.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. It’s not really a bad thing I just move around a lot and live.. forever.. it’s really not a huge deal i hate for you to be so upset over me..”

You looked up at him with wet eyes and blinked. You wiped your face, and shivered. It was snowing, and your crop top and mini skirt weren’t fit for the winter outdoors. Chan noticed and immediately was wrapping his jacket around your shoulders.

“You’re drunk, I take it (y/mom/n) wouldn’t be happy with you stumbling in at this hour blasted. I’ll shoot her a text and tell her i got you and you’re safe, okay? You’re safe with me y/n, you don’t have to worry.”

You weren’t in a position to argue, Your mother would have you by the throat if you walked in the door in your current position.

“I-I trust you Bangchan. I have a question though.”

He grabbed your hand and turned your body towards him.

“Give me a moment to get us home and warmed up inside my place and i’ll tell you anything you’d like.”

He swooped you up into his arms, even though you weren’t 7 anymore, your frame still fit very snug against his. He towered over you by at least a foot and lifted and carried you around like it was nothing. Once he had his arms wrapped tightly around you, he took a moment to look at your face, how you’ve grown over the past few years he wasn’t guarding you for your mother.

“Are you ready? You might want to tuck your head down, it’ll definitely be windy.”

He smiled at you and you returned the gesture before slipping your head between his chest and your own. The trip felt the same as you remembered from all those years ago, like a super windy rollercoaster. When he came to a stop, you lifted your head and realized you were on top of a building somewhere in the city.

It was beautiful up here, you could see all the other rooftops that stretched out over the concrete jungle, you could see the city lights that decorated all the trees and city center for the upcoming christmas holiday. You stepped out of Chan’s grip and towards the edge of the roof. Looking down, you could see cars driving in all directions, blinkers and horns going off at every corner.

Focusing in on where you heard the last car horn, you leaned forward a bit to hear people shouting. Trying to catch what they were saying, you bent down a bit and leaned farther out over the edge. You pushed a bit further forward and felt yourself start to tumble forward, losing your balance.

In a split second Chan had launched himself over the edge of the building, caught you by the waist, and grabbed onto the ledge of the rooftop.

“You’re still drunk, darling. You have to be careful.”

He pulled the two of you over and onto the roof, his grip never faltering. You also had a death grip on him, terrified of falling from this high. He carried you through a gate and over to a trapdoor. Setting you down on your feet, he twisted the handle and swung the door open to reveal a hole leading into what looked like a kitchen.

“You can go first, I have to close this behind us. Don’t worry, the island sits right under this door so you should be able to reach it.”

You nodded and sat down, hanging your legs down into the room. Sliding forward, you put your hands on the edge and swung down into the hole.

“I-i can’t reach!”

Bangchan was at your side in a second, taking both of your hands from the ledge to hold in his own. He had a gentle but strong grip, careful not to let you fall, he lowered you until your feet touched down on the countertop. You stepped aside and let Chan slip down next to you. After closing the door, he hopped down and looked up at you. Reaching out a hand, he stepped towards you and grabbed your waist. Lifting you over his shoulder, he carried you into what you assumed to be his room.

“Get some rest, you’re gonna feel like hell in the morning. I’ll be on the couch if you need anything.”

He flashed you a smile and tucked the blankets around you before heading out the door.

“Chan, wait! I w-wanted to say t-thank you for saving m-me tonight and s-sorry you’re stuck baby-*hiccup*- sitting my drunk ass..”

By the end of your sentence you were giggling, already half asleep. Chan admires your little laughs for a minute longer before taking his spot on the couch in the living room and falling asleep as well.

You wake up wrapped in a thick, navy blue comforter. Taking in a deep breath, you paused for a minute. This... isn’t your room. This is very obviously a boys room, a suit hanging on the mirror and the wonderful smell of cologne being enough for you to figure that out. But... who’s? What happened last night? The last thing you could remember you were trying to find the bathroom at the party.

Climbing out of the bed, you held the comforter wrapped around your body and stepped out of the room. The lights were on a red and blue setting, painting the walls in a calming aura.

‘If there’s anyone else here they’re definitely asleep’ You thought to yourself. Waddling towards the back of the couch facing you at the end of the hallway, you tried to be quiet. Sprawled out on the couch was none other than the man who’s face wouldn’t leave your dreams.

“My name is Christopher Bangchan, you can call me whatever you’d like doll.”

Everything about him was familiar and you knew exactly who’s house you had just woke up in. You reached forward and brushed some of his hair out of his eyes, causing him to snap them open and catch your wrist in a killer grip. You instantly flinched away from him and cowered back. Realizing who you were, he immediately released his grip and jumped over the couch to cradle you.

“I’m so sorry, i didn’t realize it was you, i didn’t expect you up this early.”

He played with your hair and sat with you on the ground for a bit, calming you down from his unexpected attack.

“C-Chan, I need a bathroom, im gonna throw up.”

Within seconds your hangover was hitting you full force, nausea and a splitting headache overtaking any fear you had left in the moment. He had carried you into the bathroom and set you down in his lap, facing the toilet. He pulled your hair out of your face and held it back as you emptied your stomach. Once you were finished, atleast for a moment, Bangchan ran to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and some advil for your head. When he came back you were gagging again and he knew what was coming. Placing his hand in the small of your back, he rubbed soothing circles into your shirt while he held your hair with his other hand.

Finally able to keep down the little water and medicine you took, Chan carried you from the bathroom into the living room, tossing you and his comforter on the couch.

“Will you watch a movie with me?”

You looked at Chan with big doe eyes, begging him with your stare. He shook his head and laughed.

“Sure sicky, do you want food or anything?”

You scrunched your face up at his nickname and he laughed. Then, his phone rang.

“Oh I-uh, I gotta take this hold on.”

He disappeared into the hallway and picked up the phone. You could immediately hear a woman’s voice screaming and Chan trying to calm her down.

“BANGCHAN Y/N IS GONE SHES NOT IN HER ROOM BUT HER WINDOW IS OPEN DO YOU THINK SHE SNUCK OUT OR DO YOU THINK ONE OF THEM TOOK HER BANGCHAN WHAT DO I DO IF THEY TOOK HER SHES ALL I HAVE SHES NEVER SNUCK OUT BEFORE WHAT DO I-“

“Y/mom/n, She is here with me, safe. I found her out last night alone in the cold. She said her friends ditched her and she was just enjoying the snow. Don’t freak out, she stayed here and i slept on the couch. She might be sick from being out in that weather but other than that she is perfectly fine.”

Bangchan smirked to himself for coming up with such a believable excuse for you. Your mom on the other hand was still not happy, but Chan decided that could wait.

“Listen, you can come get her if you want or you can leave her here, i’ve got an eye on her and if you’re worried about them getting her at your house she’s probably safer here anyway.”

“Okay fine. I have to go to work so i guess she can stay with you. Don’t let her do anything stupid, and don’t let her do anything you would do!”

“Yeah yeah, have a good day at work y/mom/n.”

Chan clicked off the phone and walked back into his living room. There you were, sat on his couch looking up at him with fear evident in your gaze.

“W-was that my mom?”

Your lip quivered as you asked, your mind overwhelmed with everything you just heard. Who was trying to get you? Why was your mom so scared for you?

“Yeah uh, I told her your friends ditched you so you took a walk and i found you. She doesn’t seem super pissed and i think you’re staying here, atleast for the day, so get comfortable.”

He flopped down on the loveseat across from you and flashed you a smile.

“How do you know her so well? My mom, i mean.”

Chan let out a loud sigh before turning to look out his window.

“It’s a long story really. I have a question for you before i start.”

You were too intrigued by his relationship with your mother to turn down this chance.

“Alright, shoot”

He raised his eyebrow at you and gave a little laugh.

“Do you know what your mother is?”

Oh shit, that’s not what you expected. What does he mean ‘what she is’? She’s your mother, your human mother... right?

“She’s uh, a human? Right?”

Bangchan shook his head and sighed again.

“This isn’t my place to tell you but seeing your mother hasn’t yet, and your time is coming, I don’t really have a choice. Your mother and I are vampires, we started out in the same village around the 1800’s. Which, inherently, makes you atleast half vampire. I wish I could tell you I knew your father but I never got to meet him. Your mother is very secretive about many aspects of her life and I’ve learned to just accept that. Anyway, when our whole village was slaughtered by hunters we made it out with a few others. After a couple hundred years people get tired of each other, but your mom and i have always stuck together. She’s like my sister, we might not be blood related but she’s all the family i’ve got. You too, sicky.”

He leaned forward and ruffled your hair with his last sentence. You would’ve stuck your tongue out or done something but what he said stuck out vividly in your mind.

“What do you mean...my ‘time is coming’?”

He hadn’t realized he had let that part slip, it’s not his place to explain this to you.

“Uh, I-uh.. Give me a minute and i’ll tell you, swear.”

With that, he was out of his seat and taking off down the hallway again. Whoever he was talking to was speaking in a whisper, as was he. You leaned in to hear as much as possible.

“-I didn’t mean to! It slipped out!”

“I can’t go back on it now, i swore i’d tell her!”

“Listen, you knew this was coming up, why didn’t you tell her?”

“Well it’s too late for all that now, I’ve got to tell her and you’ll just have to explain when you get here.”

You could only hear Bangchan’s half of the conversation but it made enough sense. He was obviously talking to your mother again, apparently about some big secret she was supposed to tell you and never did. When he came back to the living room you tried to look casual, picking at your nails with your head down.

“Okay y/n. I need you to listen and i need you to listen well, alright?”

Chan had bent down in front of you and grabbed your hands, stopping you from fidgeting any longer and forcing you to look up at him.

“Alright”

“I don’t have all the information, there’s still a lot your mother won’t tell even me. But to be blunt, your father was the last of a royal bloodline among vampires. He had unfinished business when he.. left us.. and you, being his only descendant, are now to be held responsible.”

You nodded, urging him to continue.

“But the real problem is your blood. When your fathers DNA crossed with your mothers it created something special. There’s something about you that draws us in. You smells sweet, like candy, and it’s strong, almost impossible to ignore when you’re around. Whoever was after your father is using your scent to get to close to you and your mother and I have been protecting you for years. There’s a catch though;”

He paused and locked your gaze to his.

“You. Because your parents were both vampires, you too will turn. Once you reach your prime, which is different for everyone but females generally mature during their early adulthood, you will become a full blood vampire. After that you’ll be much safer, your blood is useless to a vampire once you’ve turned, but until then we have to keep you protected.”

Chan took a deep breath and leaned back in his seat, looking up to the ceiling. You sat there in shock, staring at him with your jaw dropped.

“Wait, wait, wait. So the ass who left me and mom alone, also left me screwed with all of his problems? Is he dead? We should kill him. People are trying to kill me? Because of shit he did? Oh, no. Let’s kill him.”

Bangchan was surprised by your reaction to say the least. Amused, almost. He shook his head and let out a sigh, running his hands through his pale blonde hair.

“We don’t know where he is y/n, he could be alive somewhere in hiding or he could be dead, but no one has seen him in 16 years. He disappeared off the face of the planet the same night he left your mother, and no one has been able to track him since.”

You leaned back into the cushions and pondered this for a moment.

“Ahh, I probably wouldn’t be able to kill my own father anyway. Moral dilemma or whatever I think.”

Chan laughed at you and turned towards the START screen on the TV. Snuggling into the comforter from his bed, you focused on the opening credits of the movie you picked out.

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After everything that happened following the party, your mom explained quite little compared to what Chan said. She also forbid your from hanging out with Chan until you were fully turned. She said she ‘can’t trust anyone around your blood,’ which shocked both you and him.

You wouldn’t see Bangchan for a couple years after that. Once you graduated high school, your mom recommended you go to a college outside of the city so it’d be harder for them to find you. So, here you were, 20, in a new city 2 hours from your home, living alone and going to classes with your head down. You made a few friends, a guy in your history class who always asked to borrow your pencil had finally gotten your number, and the girl assigned as your lab partner in biology was really sweet, and you’re starting to think this new beginning will be good for you.

It seemed that was only the calm before the storm though, because two weeks into the semester you were no where to be seen in any of your classes. Lilah, from biology, tried calling you the first two times you missed and she was beginning to worry. On your third absence, she decided, as a friend, it’d be nice to at least come check on you. When she reached your hall though, there was a man, black hair and pale skin, banging on your door.

“Yah! What’re you doing?”

Lilah wasn’t sure what her plan was but she needed to get in that room and he was in her way.

“My friend hasn’t been to class in days! I’m worried about her, she hasn’t texted or called me back since Friday! And she won’t answer the door either!”

He yelled the last part, banging on the door with each word. Lilah shook her head and pushed him out of the way. When she reached your door, she knew why you’d been in isolation. She could smell it.

“Listen dude, I don’t know who you are or what you know but you should probably let me handle this and I’ll tell y/n to call you when she’s feeling better.”

She spoke in almost a growl, trying to scare off the poor human boy from witnessing you in your current state. He stubbornly shook his head and stomped his foot, proving to her he wasn’t going anywhere until he was sure you were okay.

“Fine. At least wait until I come out and get you, give her a chance to get it together.”

She was already on her knees, face to face with the doorknob into your apartment. Slipping a bobby pin out of her hair, she bent it around a bit and wiggled it into the keyhole. Fidgeting around a bit, she felt it click and the knob turned, allowing the door to creak open slightly. Lilah turned to the boy before she entered.

“Stay out here.”

Upon entering your apartment Lilah confirmed her suspicions. Your clothes were strewn everywhere and the smell of your blood was painted along the room, sickeningly sweet. She walked towards the cracked door across the living room, already spotting the blood on the door. She slid it open enough for her to enter and stepped inside. There you were, balled up in the fetal position, naked, at the head of your bed. The sheets and curtains were stained red and your hair had taken on a strawberry hue.

“Oh darling, why didn’t you tell someone you were transitioning? We need to get you cleaned up and fed, soon.”

She had made her way to the bedside and was brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. You looked at her with bright red eyes, shaking and teeth chattering. She grabbed your hand and led you into the bathroom, running a shower for you. Once you were settled inside, she began wiping blood off of as many surfaces as possible.

‘It must have been horrible to have to turn alone.’ She thought. The first transition of a maturing vampire is a brutal one, your body expelling its mortal aspects. Blood no longer circulated through your veins but splattered everywhere around your apartment bedroom. Shaking her head, she starts for your front door.

“Alright kid, she’s in the shower and she needs a bit before she’s ready to see anyone, especially some boy. What’s your name? I’ll have her text you when she gets out and is ready to see you.”

The boy standing patiently outside your apartment didn’t like that at all, he was your friend too and he felt the need to see you to believe you were okay.

“I’m Jungkook, and I’ll wait out here as long as I have to, I want to see her before I just take your word.”

He would never admit it, but Jungkook had grown a bit of a crush on you during your time together in class. He loved the way your hair bounced when you laughed and the way your eyes lit up every time he asked you a question. So yeah, here he was on a Wednesday afternoon, sitting outside your apartment because you missed another day of class.

“Whatever lover boy, just don’t barge in uninvited.”

Lilah flashed Jungkook a glare before returning to your apartment and locking the door behind her. She had been through the transition herself, getting stuck at the age 19 forever she decided to explore all the colleges and pick her favorite. So, she knew how to clean up vast amounts of blood. She also knew you needed to eat.

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initcne-arch · 4 years

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She’s too loud.

She’s too needy.

She screams and cries all the time.

Isn’t there a medication you can put her on to make her behave??

Why does she act like this??

I just don’t understand why she’s such a problem child. She has everything she could possibly want and need.

There’s a bruise on her forehead from where she hit her head when she threw herself on the floor and a bruise around her wrist from where her mother grabbed her and she tried to pull away. She barrels around the pediatrician’s office like a little wrecking ball. Her mother is annoyed. Her father is worried. Darlene’s parents ignore her again to speak to the pediatrician, and when they don’t respond to her screams, she throws a doll at her father. The doctor’s expression is masked with concern. She asks the Aldersons if they’re responding before Darlene starts screaming. This warrants a, “There’s absolutely no excuse for her behavior. She’s impossible to deal with. Can you help us or not??” from her mother.

The pediatrician cannot help Darlene because the change needs to start with the Alderson parents. They don’t receive this well.

When they leave the office, her father hoists her up under one arm and says, “Should we stop for ice cream, kiddo??” But her mother shoots him a fevered look and exclaims, “After she behaved like that in the office?? Absolutely not. This is why she acts this way. You coddle her too much. We’re picking Elliot up and we’re going straight home.”

She sits sullen and silent in the backseat on the ride home, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Her parents don’t acknowledge her silence. Her father asks Elliot how school was when he gets in the car. “Good,” Elliot says before falling back into his own silence. Their parents try to get more out of him--what was good?? What was the best part of the day?? What was the worst part of the day?? Darlene leans over and pinches Elliot’s arm. He tells her to stop it, but then he opens his backpack and pulls out a piece of paper with a crude drawing on it.

“We can hang that up when we get home,” he says. Darlene doesn’t remember what the drawing was but she remembers it made her happy.

She becomes more withdrawn when her father dies. Her mother doesn’t seem to notice, or perhaps she’s relieved that Darlene is finally leaving her be. She yells at Darlene for spilling orange juice on the floor. It wouldn’t have happened if her mother would have helped her when she asked, and Darlene did ask, she did tell her mom that she was hungry and thirsty and her mother responded by lighting up another cigarette and turning her head the other way. She grabs Darlene roughly by the wrist and drags her from the kitchen. Darlene kicks and screams and there are tears in her eyes when she says she’s still hungry. Her mother says, “You shouldn’t have made that mess in the kitchen then.” Darlene sits in her room and kicks the wall and hugs a pillow to her stomach. Her eyes burn from crying.

“I have ballet practice today.”

“Can’t you get a ride from the Mosses??”

“Angela’s in the older group now. She goes at four o’ clock instead of five.”

“You should have gone with her at 3 then. I’m not giving you a ride.”

She goes to Elliot’s room. He’s tinkering around with some old game system, tools strewn out in front of him.

“Walk with me to ballet.” He looks up, annoyance clear on his face. And why shouldn’t he be annoyed?? He’s not Darlene’s parent.

“Now??”

“Mom says you have to.” He sighs, and he rolls his eyes, but he stands up and walks with Darlene out of his room, out the front door, down the street. He tells her to hold his hand while they’re crossing the street. She’s always nervous that he won’t show up to pick her up, but he’s always there waiting for her. He always has a few dollars pocketed so they can stop at the diner and buy milkshakes and French fries. Darlene looks forward to this more than she looks forward to ballet sometimes.

Eventually, Elliot stops telling Darlene to hold his hand. Eventually, Elliot stops walking Darlene to her ballet recitals.

Elliot’s not here right now. She holds his hand until he comes back.

Their mother leaves for her first job well before Darlene and Elliot need to be up for school. Elliot doesn’t always get up, though. Darlene pours him a bowl of cereal. When they’re older, she pours him cups of coffee as well. She creeps into his room and leaves them on his desk. When it’s almost time to go to school, she goes into his room and tells him it’s time for them to leave. Sometimes he gets up. Sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes Darlene stays home with him. Sometimes she doesn’t. When they’re younger, on some of the days where he gets up, they steal money from one of their mother’s various hiding places and play hooky to go watch movies or play games at the arcade all day long. They usually invite Angela along. She tags along some days, other days she doesn’t.

She chases the school bus when her brother and their best friend leave for school. She chases the train when her brother and their best friend leave for college.

She rides the train out of Washington Township when she is eighteen years old and she won’t be back until she receives a frantic phone call from her best friend childhood friend this girl she used to know, Angela, saying your brother disappeared again and we need to check his spots in Washington Township.

Darlene is not eighteen years old. She is eight years old and it is the first time she runs away from home. Her mother drives her to a lake and hands her a bag with the squirming kitten Darlene’s been hiding in their yard for the last few weeks.

“It’s just a fucking cat. It’s not capable of complex thought and it isn’t capable of loving you. You shouldn’t have kept the thing in our yard. They’re full of fleas and diseases.”

She’s choking on her sobs and shaking her head back and forth.

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to.” Her hands tremble and through tear blurred eyes, she can see her little cat peering out at her from inside the plastic bag. Moonpie’s eyes are wide, light green, innocent. This little kitten has shown Darlene more love and attention in the last few weeks than anyone has shown Darlene in her eight years in life. When Darlene goes outside, Moonpie runs to her, stands in her lap, headbutts Darlene’s chin. Adults are supposed to know more than kids. She thinks her mother is wrong about Moonpie. She thinks her mother is wrong about a lot of things.

Darlene is eight years old, and she is still quite small, but she shoves her mother with all the force in her tiny body and starts running in the opposite direction. She doesn’t look back to see if her mother fell over. She only hears her mother screaming her name and obscenities. She hears the car door open and a second set of footsteps and her brother’s voice joining her mother’s. Darlene clutches the kitten to her chest. The cold air stings her wet eyes.

When the police leave, Magda digs her nails into Darlene’s arm and drags her up to her room. Darlene screams and kicks her legs, screams, “I hate you!! I hate you!! I hate you!! I wish you were dead!!” Her mother slaps her hard and Darlene feels the familiar sting of open cuts on her face. Her mother hisses, “You stay in your goddamn room until I say you can come out,” and slams the door. When Darlene turns the knob, she’s met with resistance. Magda must have installed a lock on the outside of the door at some point over the last three days. Darlene kicks at the door until she’s too tired to kick anymore, and then she curls up by the door and sniffles until she falls asleep.

She wakes up to Elliot gently shaking her shoulder.

Magda locks Darlene in her room a few weeks later, when Darlene starts screaming again. She couldn’t tell you why she’s screaming, only that she’s sad and angry and by God, why won’t someone listen to her?? She remembers Magda screaming back, “I can’t deal with you anymore!!” Darlene picks her lock open with a bobby pin she finds tucked in her desk. Magda is sitting in her recliner smoking a cigarette and doesn’t pay any mind to Darlene when she comes stomping down the stairs and storms into the kitchen.

Magda doesn’t pay much mind to Darlene when she’s a teenager, visibly high or drunk and stumbling home in the middle of the night. Darlene will walk out the front door well after whatever established curfew Magda has for her with Magda sitting in that recliner, smoking a cigarette, and watching one of her shows, and Magda won’t say a word.

Darlene leaves a glass on the counter instead of putting it in the dishwasher. She’s asleep in her bed when Magda wakes her by throwing the glass against Darlene’s wall and starts yelling. You lazy, ungrateful piece of shit. You come and go as you please and leave messes everywhere you go. You never help out around the house. You expect me to do everything around here. Darlene’s still hungover from the night before so she squints at Magda through only partially opened eyes, waiting for Magda to finish her rampage and slam her bedroom door shut. She picks up the larger shards of glass that fell on her bed and rolls over. She finds little shards of glass in her sheets throughout the day.

Darlene is a teenager dancing on the table of a classmate’s dining room table. Darlene is a young adult dancing on the tabletop at a club. Her vision is blurry and her head is foggy. She smiles, she laughs, she takes another hit off the joint that’s passed to her. She leans against the bathroom door with her legs tucked tightly to her chest as she screams into her knees.

She rides the subways all day because there’s nowhere else for her to go. She sits with her headphones over her ears and her head lolled to one side. She closes her eyes and abruptly snaps awake a few minutes later. She dozes off again. Wakes up. Dozes off. Wakes up. Dozes off.

Her partner grabs Darlene by the wrist and tries to spin her around for the last time. Darlene balls her hands up into fists and starts pounding on their chest. She screams at them and tells them she doesn’t want to hear from them ever again. She hopes the next time she sees them they’re dead in a fucking ditch. They’d be doing the world a fucking favor. She bursts out of the apartment door and starts running.

She creeps out of Elliot her brother a stranger’s apartment in the middle of the night. He pays her little mind when they’re both in the same space. She feels panic in her chest when they’re in the same room now. She struggles to find words to say to him when they’re in the same space. It’s easier to leave, it will be better for both of them if she leaves. Living with a stranger is hard.

#this is like........2000 words #i don't even know what it's about anymore #it started off with like. outbursts and running away.#┆❛ SHE SAYS YOU DON’T WANT TO BE LIKE ME. / abt.doc #uhhhhhhh #abuse //#drug mention //#LMFAO i started this like over a month ago and left it half finished but #i felt inspired to finish it tonight

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thotsforvillainrights · 5 years

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Matchup, please! Jun Fukami! He/they pronouns (he doesn't really mind). Half Korean, half Japanese. Tall lanky boy with large black doll-like eyes. His mutation gives his whole body doll-like ball joints. Was bullied a lot for it. His quirk allows him to control people through dancing to his favorite music! Essentially they move like he moves when he is jamming to his fave songs. He is a bit childish and has a flair for flamboyant things. Loves cute things like Sanrio, and ADORES k-pop.

(Sidenote: I wasn’t really sure if Jun liked guys or gals so I just used personality as a factor like usual. If I messed up, then please let me know so I can fix it!)

Match-Up #69

I match Jun with Slice!

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Jun is the current center of Kiruka Hasaki’s world right now. He’s her better half and he balances her out just perfectly. She doesn’t know what she’d do without him and has been eternally grateful to be by his side ever since the two started dating. He helped heal her from damaging past relationships and he built a life the two could be happy with together.

-The two of them are almost like night and day. Entering their apartment you can see each person’s style coexisting together. While Jun has plushies and glitter strewn about, Slice has scented candles and thoughtful paintings littering the home. Even though she may seem more mature than Jun, she still likes cute things. This is probably one of the reasons she loves Jun so much!

-Slice will never judge Jun for his quirk because she doesn’t think it hurts his appearance. If anything, Slice thinks he’s almost like a living doll. If he’s having moments where he feels insecure thinking about all the bullying he endured, Slice is right there to reassure him that there is nothing wrong. Sometimes she might even surprise him with his favorite Sanrio character or a fresh Kpop album (one he doesn’t already own of course).

-Slice spends too much time admiring Jun and will sometimes draw him or paint him. She is always eager to present it to Jun because she knows he will support it no matter what. Jun has a stack of artwork that Slice has gifted him with. He’s preparing to hang it all up in a gaming room when the two eventually move into a bigger apartment.

-DANCE DATES ARE A MUST!!! Jun doesn’t worry about having to use his quirk on Kiruka because she will dance on her own free will. The two becomes regulars at a Korean themed club down the block. Some night, they even get into the club for free. This makes for fun and easy dates!

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dibidibidismol · 5 years

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do em all, coward

on the one hand: yay! i get to do the ask game! on the other; @acutest-angle, i’m so sorry for doing this to you. i aint gonna fill nobody’s dash, so the qna is under the break. these are like really undetailed. ill be more specific for individual numbers

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? im pretty happy being 163

2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) i love my lil baby so much. i wouldnt trade my pupper for the world

3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? i wear a lot of black, and generally dress such that i would be good to go for any job interviews/public speaking events. this is in large part to make up for the fact that my go-to shoes are heelys. like i wear my heelys during professional presentations that count for a large part of my grade. my teachers think im “something else”

4: What was your favorite video game growing up? idk. we didnt do all that media shiz. maybe pvz.

5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: my doggo, my child(useless friend needing guidance) and my tumblr-famous friend. hmu for her url. 6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say?absolute weirdo, but like in a socially acceptable way. can and will debate you into submission.7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]?i support gays.8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic]

9: Are you ticklish?a bit10: Are you allergic to anything?some cats, all homophobes11: What’s your sexuality?ace, homoromo12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?tea babe. like i have so much. like a cubic yard. its a problem.13: Are you a cat or dog person?im multifandom(not a furry)14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson?elf15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber?amber liu16: How tall are you?160cm17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?my chinese name18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]102-105 i’m smol.19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?normally no. when im home alone….a lil.20: Do you like space or the ocean more? i have a large fear of the ocean. 21: Are you religious? no22: Pet peeves?poor work ethics/mansplaining/poor hygiene.23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]?diurnal24: Favorite constellation?orions belt25: Favorite star?shinee26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls?not particularly27: Any phobias or fears?germs, the dark, men, large non-pools bodies of water, spiders28: Do you think global warming is real? yea, but “climate change” is more accurate29: Do you believe in reincarnation?no30: Favorite movie?tangled, the lorax, shawshank redemp. , hairspray, legally blond, mulan, mama mia, in that order.31: Do you get scared easily? yea32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?3 fish 3 dog33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.] im gunna rate @acutest-angle cuz she did mine. 10/10 would be 11 but she aint stannin shinee.34: What is a color that calms you? purple35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? oregon suits me fine36: Where were you born? oregon37: What is your eye color?brown38: Introvert or extrovert?idek. im really good at people, but idk abt energy gaining or wtv.39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?no40: Hugs or kisses?hugs41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?my doggo.42: Who is someone you love deeply? see above43: Any piercings you want? i already have doubles. might get belly button in the future.44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? hnngg45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? hell no. i take drugs/alcohol v seriously.46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! gorl. so beautiful, so smart, so utterly perfect. also taken.47: What is a sound you really hate? the whit boi in class mansplaining shit to me.48: A sound you really love? pitter pat of paws on hardwood.49: Can you do a backflip? no.50: Can you do the splits? no51: Favorite actor and/or actress?idkrn52: Favorite movie? see 3053: How are you feeling right now?tee hee54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? i really like my hair as is.55: When did you feel happiest? talking in front of many peeps.56: Something that calms you down?tea57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] none diagnosed. ask me about my brain later for more deets. 58: What does your URL mean?that i smol and i luv shinee59: What three words describe you the most? witty, caring,quick.60: Do you believe in evolution?yes61: What makes you unfollow a blog?too many posts/mediocre content/no longer aligned interests.62: What makes you follow a blog? posts63: Favorite kind of person:girl64: Favorite animal(s):dogs/cats65: Name three of your favorite blogs. @lolfunnykpop @acutest-angle @27-umbrellas66: Favorite emoticon: thumbs up67: Favorite meme: ive connected the dots68: What is your MBTI personality type?pic69: What is your star sign?my wut?70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog?yes71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?its black, its formalish, its a pushup bra, dress, and heelys.72: Post a selfie or two?i like dont have any, and im in no statye to be taking them rn.

73: Do you have platform shoes?no?

74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?i forgot a wholeass language75: Can you do a front flip?no76: Do you like birds?y77: Do you like to swim?ew78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?no79: Something you wish didn’t exist:homophobia80: Some thing you wish did exist:universal translators81: Piercings you have?double in each ear82: Something you really enjoy doing:read83: Favorite person to talk to:dog84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?no rules here.85: How many followers do you have?all together, a thousand or two?86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? idk87: Do your socks always match?no88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?ill cry89: What are your birthstones? the lite blu one90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?i aint no furry.91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?a rose92: A store you hate? chick fil a93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? i got addicted, so ive been coffee free for 3 yrs now94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? fly95: Do you like to wear camo? no96: Winter or summer?winter97: How long can you hold your breath for?40sec98: Least favorite person?trump99: Someone you look up to:amber liu100: A store you love?office depot101: Favorite type of shoes? heelys102: Where do you live? oregon103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?vegetarian, environment/animal right, eggs for health.104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? sparkle105: Do you drink milk? yea, calcium.106: Do you like bugs?i respect their existence but stay tf away107: Do you like spiders? no108: Something you get paranoid about?spiders, water, germs109: Can you draw: sure110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?do you shave ur vag?111: A question you hate being asked?whos ur boy friend?112: Ever been bitten by a spider?no113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?yea, from a distance114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?sunny, from a distance115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: doggo116: Favorite cloud type:cotton candy?117: What color do you wish the sky was?this is fine118: Do you have freckles? like two.119: Favorite thing about a person:personality120: Fruits or vegetables?fruit121: Something you want to do right now:crochet122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?sky123: Sweet or sour foods?sweet124: Bright or dim lights?dim, i have oddball vision issues.125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?love126: Something you hate about Tumblr:no dates on anything/ALL THE FREAKING PORNBOTS THAT ARE STILL FOLLOWING ME REGULARLY127: Something you love about Tumblr:shitposts128: What do you think about the least?i feel like this is a paradox129: What would you want written on your tombstone?list of my achievements in life(born:xxxx died:xxxx)130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?ice131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?how my brain occasionally forgets to filter132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?sometimes133: Computer or TV?computer134: Do you like roller coasters?ew, all that sweat and vomit baked into the seats.135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?no136: Are your ears lobed or attached?lobed137: Do you believe in karma?idk, i like to be nice but secretly with passive aggressive motives.138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?7139: What nicknames do you have/have had?dictionary, lee, tumblr girl, dibi, mom, my child, heely girl (i have a reputation at school)140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?yea, i dont remember them, but apparently i invented myself a butler.141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?way back in the day142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?good143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?giving144: What makes you angryamerica145: How many languages do you speak fluently? 1146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? girls147: Are you androgynous? no148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: figure/hair149: Favorite thing about your personality: i think im funny150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. my friend’s mom/my coach, my rolemodel/friend, my past self.151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? all the eras sucked for people like myself152: Do you like BuzzFeed?love/hate153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.]sexy free and single154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? o yeah155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?yessss156: What embarrasses you?my mouth157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:the internment camps158: Biggest lie you have ever told:so many159: How many people are you following?153160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?10000+161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?1000+162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?how do i find this?163: Last time you cried and why: today. latest superstore episode.164: Do you have long or short hair?long165: Longest your hair has ever been:2.5 ft166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon?like the community it provides, dislike a lot of values taught, dislike the exclusivity, dislike the way religion is treated as a default. 167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? only in regards to what we can do to save it.168: Do you like to wear makeup?i like sparkly eyeshadow n mascara. but dont wear regularly.169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? no170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? yea sure.

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