#i literally told blood its like if you were drunk on a family dinner talking shit about the bible and jesus just walked past and corrected

[the-acid-pear]

really forgot i saw harry's backstory on my first playthrough of 3 like first time i opened the game. No good deed (being a curious little boy) goes unpunished (the most depressing info dump) i guess.

[letterstoseven]

Killer Queen [Ch. 2]

✏︎ pairing: klaus mikaelson x reader, elijah mikaelson x reader, kol mikaelson x reader

✏︎ summary: y/n Silvius –– daughter of the Alpha of the most respected and powerful pack of the first were-witches (werewolf + witch). She needs to find the remaining Crescent Wolf Pack members as the Elders are planning to reunite the seven packs, namely: Crescent Wolf Pack, Northern Wolves Pack, Moon Shine Pack, River Pack, Lycan Blood Pack, Midnight Stone Pack and the Malraux Pack. On her journey, she met the family whom the witches and werewolves warned her about, The Mikaelson Family.

✏︎ a/n: this is sooooo long but this is when y/n talks about her departure to their hometown and her arrival in New Orleans! thank you so much for taking your time to read chapter 1! here's the chapter 2 :)

✏︎ Chapters: one, two, three, four, five

After the meeting with the Elders, you and your family went back to your own homes. "I'm going to pack and then take a sleep. Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad." You hugged them both tightly. "Dear [y/n], come here. Your dad and I would like to talk to you before you start your journey in finding one of the Crescent Wolf Pack members."

You walked towards your fireplace and sat on the floor in front of them, "What's up?" Your dad, Adoff Silvius, sat near you and told you something about New Orleans, while your mom, Leah Silvius, got the book of the Ancient History of the Wolves.

"Back when I was on my way looking for the Moonstone, I befriended some of the folks in New Orleans. His name is Alaric Saltzman, a history professor. Of course, he never knew me. The people in Mystic Falls thought that the wolves are not real. However, when one of the Lockwoods, Tyler, I think, activated his curse by killing a person, one of them saw it and that's when they know that legends are real. Eventually, I was able to lure the young Lockwood and got the Moonstone before Aiden's dad." He smiled at you. However, that smile faltered when he started talking about New Orleans.

"Okay, Dad. Now, what does your story have to do with my journey to find the Crescent Wolf Packs?" You looked at them both. Your mom, opened the book of the Ancient Wolf Pack, and said, "You, my dear, will be the one who's going to unite the packs. One of my friends in the New Orleans, Vincent, has told me that it would be best if you try to not do any magic and even use your wolf side. The guy running the town, Marcel Gerard, is known for killing the wolves and the witches if they did not abide by his rules." You are saddened by this fact. You know that it's hard for the witches and werewolves to leave their territory as it is where their powers reside. "You have to find the brother of the Hybrid, Elijah Mikaelson. One of the Original Vampires. He can help you. My guy, Vincent, has told me that he can be reasoned out to." You are now starting to get curious about these Originals, the Mikaelsons.

"Back in the day, the wolves are powerful because they are united. The seven packs and us, being the leader of the seven packs, was able to maintain peace between packs. While the Crescent Wolf Packs needed to kill someone to activate their wolf side. While us, coming from the Sanguine Pack, the curse chooses us if we are deemed worthy. That's why there are some members of the family of the Sanguine Pack that until now, at their 30s, 40s and 50s, still not able to activate their werewolf side." Your dad explained that the reason why some of the packs left is because of a misunderstanding. Some packs thought that they don’t need the help of the other pack. Now, your mom is the one who's going to tell you about the situation in the New Orleans.

"If they are the Original Vampires, aren't I walking in a sacred place and might as well get killed in the process?!" You are in distress. All these ancient history talks are now spiraling in your head. "The Mikaelsons, as the Elders would tell us, are the dangerous, and well dysfunctional family in the world. Legend says that they will do anything for their family even if it means killing or sacrificing their loved ones." Now you are scared. "However, they are the only chance you have to find one of the Crescent Wolf Pack members as his brother is a Hybrid. The hybrid's name is Niklaus Mikaelson. He's got a witch sister too, Freya Mikaelson."

You thought to yourself, Thank God at least there's a witch in the family.

"Now, dear. Your father and I loves you so much. As much as we wanted to help you, this is part of the process. We believe in you. Our daughter, our heir. You are the most powerful were-witch of your generation. And in no doubt, you will be the first female Alpha of the pack." Your parents hugged and kissed you. Well, being an only child has its pros sometimes. You said your good night to them.

You started packing your grimoires, your weapons, a weapon that is made from the ancient white oak stake - legend says that this ancient white oak stake is the best wood to kill or to protect yourself from. That's why ever since you started learning how to create a weapon, you used them to create one.

The next day, you and Aiden trained in combat and learned protection spells as the next day, both of you will start your journey to become an Alpha. "How are you doing, [Y/N]?" He sat beside you. "You know, Aiden, when we were young we've always been competing side to side. Now that it has come to this, I now wish for us to stay alive in the process. Good lord, vampires out there? Crazy." He drank the water and said to you, "If I become the Alpha, you can still be an Alpha. The wife of the Alpha. Marry me, [Y/N]." You chuckled and said, "Aiden! You're like one of my closest friends in the pack! Never gonna happen!" Aiden smirked, "I know that's going to be your answer. Just stay safe and stay alive, okay? Either of us has only one goal: to protect the Sanguine Pack and unite the seven packs." Both of you hugged and went on your homes for the night. Tomorrow is the day when both of you are going to each of your tasks.

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Today's the day. Before you and Aiden left the pack, the Elders gave you two a powerful protection spell to ensure your safety and whatever happens, the two of you will come back alive. And as for you, your mom made you drink vervain. She said that it’ll help you to not be compelled by the vampires. You bid your good-byes to your friends and family. Your parents told you that if it is an emergency, then you'll have to call them as soon as possible. Your pack's residing in the Appalachian Mountains in Virginia. You thought to yourself that this is going to be a long ride.

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After almost 12 hours of driving, you now reached New Orleans. As soon as you stepped in the New Orleans, you can see that the city’s full of life. Different to the place you’ve grown up to. In the mountains, the life is chill. But in this city, it’s also chill but there’s always a buzz everywhere you go.

Before you go out of the car, you messaged your mom and told her that you just got in the city. After checking in the Palace Royal Hotel, as you were walking, you saw a voodoo shop called Jardin Gris. You went inside and asked for some herbs, and a girl named Sabine asked you, “Are you a witch?” You were shocked by the question, “Uh, no! I was just passing by. I’m a tourist! I’m [y/n]!” Sabine looked at you from head to toe, “Well, I thought you were a witch. You were wearing some kind of necklace that only a person who knows a powerful witch can have. And I can sense it too.” You are now literally breaking into sweats when a blonde girl walked in, “Hey, witch!” You heard the girl talk to Sabine. You tried not to pry but when Sabine asked the girl, “To what do I owe the displeasure, Mikaelson?” You asked yourself, a Mikaelson? The Original Vampire?

“I need a camphor. Now.” You saw the lady Mikaelson wait for the witch. She’s gorgeous, you thought to yourself. You realized that like you werewolves, they’re blending in the humans too. When she went out, you sneakily followed her but you when you went out, she’s gone.

You continued your tour around the place. The night time came and the city’s been livelier than ever. Parties and drinking everywhere. You went inside the bar called, Rousseau’s. A bartender girl named Tanya, greeted you, “Ohhh, new face. What’s up?” You seated at one of the stools in front of her, “[y/n]. Just a tourist from Virginia. Scotch please, thanks.”

After awhile, you feel yourself getting drunk. Someone sat beside you, the blonde girl from the shop and a guy wearing a tailored suit. The guy looked expensive, you thought to yourself.

You heard them talking about a girl named Sophie and about a bunch of witches are plotting against their brother. “We need a witch to do an unlinking spell, Rebekah. It is for the safety of our niece and Hayley.” The girl beside him replied, “We need a witch to do the spell. And after that, I’m leaving this bloody town, Elijah.” You thought to yourself, “Unlinking spell? That’s so basic.” You weren’t sure why but the two of them stared at you, and you asked them, “What?” The guy asked you, “Do we know you? It seems like you’re new in town.” They waited for your response, “What’s with this town and that they keep on asking me if I am new in town?” The blonde girl smirked, “I like her.” However, before they speak again, you left them.

While you were walking, the alcohol starts to leave your system. You sat in one of the bench at Jackson Square. The square is empty, however, there are three vampires who started hovering around you.

“What the hell? What do you want?” One of them started leaning towards you, it looks like they are trying to compel you. But you said to them, “Freaks!” You ran as much as you can but due to you not being on your werewolf form, you cannot ran as fast as you can. “Stop right there! How can you not be compelled? Damn it! Vervain’s in your system. I thought we’ll have a dinner for tonight.” You thought that they were walking away, however, you used magic and you snapped their heads. You ran back in your hotel, and you pray that no one knew that you just practiced magic.

After showering, you heard a knock on your door, you recognize him as the guy from the bar. “Hello, I believe this is yours.” He was holding your necklace, you checked your neck, and you realized that it’s gone. “Give that to me!” The man won’t give it to you. “You realize that you just used magic in New Orleans where a vampire, who runs the town, forbids the use of magic.” You stopped trying to get the necklace and told him, “I just did. I’ll be damned if I let those psycho blood suckers kill me.” The man in front of you gave your necklace, however, there’s a catch. “I’ll give this to you but you need to help me break a link between two persons.” You furrowed your eyebrows and said, “And who are you? Why would I help you then?”

“I’m Elijah Mikaelson, and I need your help.”

[didsomeonesaydaddydraco]

Drown your demons | Draco Malfoy one shot

Request: yes! @daltonacademia (maybe draco with the prompt "are you drunk?"(You don't have to do any of this) but I imagine him drunk on the astronomy tower because his home life is too much and you find him and comfort him maybe???Also ily)

Word count: 2,834 words

Warning: drinking, dark thoughts

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader 

Note: This was a requests from the prompt list. Used prompt: “Are you drunk?” (22.)

Everything has changed since the Ministry announced that He Who Shall Not Be Named returned. Hogwarts, the place that once was home and safety for its students became the main target. Darkness shadowed the place and everyone who was there. It felt like everyone was fighting with their own demons, some of them with even bigger and meaner ones. Students were afraid to walk to class or back to their dorms alone, always going in smaller or bigger groups. The Golden Trio acted even stranger than before, and the Professors kept a closer look on everyone and everything. Everyone had secrets, even those, who looked innocent. Trust became the most fragile and important thing, but they struggled to trust each other. It was impossible to tell who was loyal, and the biggest question was, if they were, who they were to? 

“Hi, guys” Y/N greeted her fellow housemates and sat down next to Pansy Parkinson, who quickly hugged her friend and offered her a cup of pumpkin juice. Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott greeted her with a smile, but immediately went back to their conversation about Quiditch. Y/N looked at the students from Slytherin, seeing familiar facies from higher years, some of her friends, but not who she was looking for. She hadn’t seen Draco Malfoy all day, which was odd, because he never missed a class. They weren’t exactly close friends, but they were in the same group of friends, and Y/N acknowledged the young wizard’s strange behaviour. Draco became even more distant with his friends, and skipped their study sessions in the Common Room. He looked paler than ever, and dark circles shadowed his porcelain like skin. He hardly ever joined them for any of the meals, and when he did, he just played with his food and excused himself shortly after sitting down. 

“Where’s Draco?” Y/N asked her friends, but the look on their faces told her everything. They didn’t know where he was and what he was doing, but they were getting worried about him too. His behaviour wasn’t unnoticed, but every time any of them tried to ask him about his struggles and problems, he shove them away and said they should mind their own business. She sighed and shook her head. This whole situation was affecting their friendship, and she hated to see how her friends chose to act like the problem wasn’t even there in the first place. Their friend clearly needed help, or just someone who checked on him from time to time, just to see that he was alright and wasn’t harming himself “I’ll go and find him” she stormed out of the Great Hall, not exactly knowing where to find Draco. She didn’t know him too well, but she knew he was good at sneaking up to places he wasn’t supposed to. She tried the library, knowing that during dinner time, it would be almost completely empty, leaving it a perfect hiding spot for Draco. But Madam Pince told her Draco wasn’t there, and she hadn’t seen him in weeks. Which was odd, because Draco told them several times, that he couldn’t hang out with them because he wanted to study in the library alone. She was wandering around the castle, trying to figure out where he could be. She even asked Peeves, if he had seen Malfoy, but he only looked at her and vanished away without a word. She was getting worried by every minute, and she almost gave up on finding him, when she remembered something. Draco was fascinated by the Astronomy Tower and he sometimes sneaked up there is the middle of the night when he thought everyone was asleep. Students weren’t allowed to go there alone, but this never seemed to concern most. It was a well liked hiding spot for secret lovers to meet up without anyone noticing them. So of course it was perfect for someone, who wanted to be left alone. She made sure nobody was following her, and Filch wasn’t anywhere to be seen before she sneaked up to the Tower, cursing herself for not bringing her robe with herself. It was the end of October, and the weather was terrible all week. It rained non-stop and the cold headwind of November was already running through the corridors of Hogwarts. The higher she got, the more audible the sound of rain get. She was praying to find him there.

“Y/L/N?” Y/N took a deep breathe and looked up when she heard someone calling her name. Draco was sitting on the floor, his back leaned to the wall. A half empty bottle of Firewhiskey was placed by his side and his long fingers were holding a crystal glass “What are you doing here?”

“Are you drunk?” Y/N was more worried than before. She wasn’t a saint, she knew it. They shared their fair amount of parties that ended pretty badly with a terrible hangover the next morning, but seeing Draco sitting on the ground and drinking by himself alarmed something in her. She felt in her bones that something was wrong and maybe his problem was worse than she imagined.

“You didn’t answer my question” he chuckled darkly and lifted the glass to his lips. She watched as he emptied the glass with only one sip and refilled it right after. She didn’t know if she was supposed to stay right where she was, or if she was supposed to sit down next to him. She just stood there and tried to find the right words or figure out what to do. 

“Neither did you” she bit back and took a step closer to reach the bottle on the ground and take it away from Draco, but the boy was faster and grabbed it before she had the chance “Malfoy, what’s going on with you? You’re not the…”

“Same?” Draco laughed and stood up, but he had to lean back to the wall to stay steady “Oh, please. Don’t act like you know me or care about me” he rolled his eyes and turned his back to her. He wanted to be alone. He wanted to be left alone with his thoughts and sorrow. Everything was getting too much for him, and he knew he couldn’t ask his friends help, because he wasn’t allowed to say anything at all. He was alone in that madness and no-one was there to help him. His thoughts were in a very dark place, and there were days when the only solution he could think of was ending his pain. Hogwarts used to be his safe place, where he couldn’t wait to come back every year to be away from his toxic father. But now, no matter where he was, Voldemort was there. At school, people were whispering about the dark wizard and everyone was waiting for the moment he would show up and kill everyone. At home, Voldemort was walking around their home like it was his own. Draco couldn’t found his place in this world anymore, and the only way he could tolerate that sorry excuse of life was if he was drunk. 

“Stop pushing us away” her tone surprised Draco. He always knew she wasn’t someone you wanted to mess with, because she could turn from literal sunshine to deathly ice in just a second and ruin your whole life is she wanted to, but she never used this cold and demanding tone with him before “You think you’re such a good liar, but the truth is, you’re terrible at it. So please, spare us the unnecessary drama and argument, and tell me what’s wrong with you, so I can help”

Draco watched her. She was standing a few steps away, her hands folded in front of her chest. He watched as her chest rose and shrunk with her deep breathes, the mixture of determination and worry was written all over her pretty face. He always found her the most beautiful girl in the whole school. Something about her made Y/N absolutely irresistible, and he often found himself just watching her basically just existing. She was stronger than she looked like. But she was naive. She wanted to believe everyone was good deep down so she treated everyone the same. And Draco knew this would be the end of her one day. Could he trust in her? Could he just open and tell her how much he hated his sorry excuse of a father for ruining their family? Could he tell her how scared he was that his mother would get hurt or worse, killed? Could he tell her about the burning mark on his  left arm, remembering him about all the bad things he had already done and the bad things that were still waiting for him? Could he ruin her with the truth? Draco scoffed and gulped down the liquor in his glass. He needed the alcohol to numb his pain and silence his thoughts. He loved the floating feeling and how he stopped thinking and feeling for a few hours. But he also knew it wasn’t the solution. Draco was used to pushing people away and not caring if someone wanted to help him, but his mind was so dark, he knew he had to found the light again. Maybe Y/N was the light he was searching for for so long.

“Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep of how much coffee of whiskey I drink, or how long I lie down” he looked at her “Something inside me seems to have give up. My soul is tired” his eyes were fixed on her face, looking for the slightest sign of sorry, but all he could see was calmness. She was actually listening to him. She didn’t try to tell him to get his shit together and stop acting like a whining baby. She looked like she knew exactly what he was going through “Every fucking time I ask myself if this whole thing is my fault, the way I feel” he was raging. His lips were moving without his permission and his words were slipping out. Maybe he was saying too much, but he didn’t care. Not there and then. All he knew was he finally had someone to talk to. He was selfish. He knew this could end up with a tragedy, but he also knew he would never let anything bad happen to her. Just the single thought of Voldemort going any near to any of his friends made his blood boil and without thinking, he threw the glass to the wall with full force. He watched how the crystal fall to tiny pieces, and he ironically found similarity to how he fell apart during summer break, when everything changed in his life “This molten inside me screams at me that of course it is. I am sensitive, stupid. I’m making this worse and worse. Everything is my fucking fault”

“Sometimes the word place you can be is in your head” Draco found her voice rather calming and kind. It was new to him. The last few years, the only kind voice was his mother’s, but after everything that happened, she hardly talked anymore. Draco knew she was trying to stay strong for him, but he heard her crying in her bedroom so many times. He hated that he didn’t know how to talk to her about feelings. He wanted to be there for his mother and protect her. 

“I’m a fucking coward” he punched the wall hard. And again. And again, until his skin was bruised and blood was leaking from the wounds on his knuckles. He felt a soft hand stopping him from another punch. Y/N was holding his nasty fist in her small hands, looking up at Draco with a knowing look. Her eyes were so pure and clear, Draco never wanted to look away from them. He found something in there, that he thought he would never be able to find in his life. He found peace. 

“You wake up every morning to fight the same demon that left you so tired the night before, and that Draco, is bravery” she said in a calm voice. Y/N knew it wasn’t going to help if she starts yelling at him. Draco was in desperate need for a soul, who was there to protect him from his own self. He looked at the bottle in his hand and could imagine how pathetic he would have looked like. Standing there, so drunk he could barely think straight or stand of his own legs. Trying to drown his demons, only to realise, the only demon was at his childhood home, plotting a murder on Harry Potter and everyone who was trying to defeat him. He took one huge gulp from the burning liquor and throw it down from the Tower “Draco”

“I’m a bad person” he turned around to face her again. She was shaking, but it was hard to tell is she was just cold or she was scared. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she was terrified of him. He would have hated to be in the same room as him. 

“You’re not a bad person for the ways you try to kill your sadness” she smiled softly at him. Draco felt a little warmness in his heart. She had a pretty smile, it could lit up the whole Common Room. Such a small gesture, but it was a foreign gesture for him, it almost broke him down is loud sobs. 

“Look at you, so pretty and naive” he said and placed two of his fingers under her chin to tilt her head up so he could take a better look at her. Her beautiful eyes were studying his featured, trying to figure out what was going on in his mind, what he was feeling, what he was fearing, but all she could see was darkness and how lost and lonely he was “I’m not talking about the drinking, darling” 

Y/N caught Draco’s quick glance to his left forearm and it suddenly clicked to her. Everything was crystal clear. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what was going on out there. Everyone knew Voldemort was building his own army, and he needed to followers to join the Death Eaters. She knew about Lucius Malfoy being one of them, but she would have never imagined that he would force his one and only son to be one of them too. Draco was a git. A filthy little, arrogant asshole who enjoyed torturing others with his pathetic insults, and he was brought up in a family who only believed in pureblood, but he was a good person. A good, but lost boy, who was never told how to be good. He did what he thought would make his father happy and proud. Death Eater or not, Draco needed someone. 

“You know” he breathed “In another life, where there is no war, no dark wizards” he shook his head “In another life, I would grab your hand and hop on the first plane to take you away from everything and everyone bad, to marry you” Draco couldn’t believe his own words that were leaving his mouth. They were true though. He found his peace in her, and she was still there. Draco knew he didn’t have to say those words, because she already knew. She couldn’t hide the shock on her face, but she was still there, holding his hand that was still tilting her head up and stroking the side of his palm softly. 

“It doesn’t have to be another life” she sat down on the ground, pulling Draco with her and pushing him down to lay his head on her lap “I’m here now. You’re not alone anymore, Draco” that was it. Draco reached his breaking point and let out a loud sob. He buried his face in her stomach and let out everything. All the pain, all the fair, all the loneliness. He was finally breaking free from his own prison and he was trying to found the answer how he got so lucky to have her by his side in such a dark time. She knew she was getting herself in so much trouble, and getting detention was the less scariest one of them. But she didn’t care. Draco was someone who deserved to be loved, and she was willing to do it. She stayed there with him, leaning her head to the wall of the Astronomy Tower, watching the pouring rain, listening how Draco’s sobs slowly calmed down and turned into soft snores. She held him all night, trying to keep the demons away from him for a few hours. From then, Draco was only scared of one thing. That he was falling in love with someone for the first time in his life - and the last time too.

[scatterpatter]

Corren - 1 through 100 - You did this to yourself.

FUCK YOU *UN-IRONICS YOUR ASK*

UNDER THE FUCKING CUT

1. What do they smell like?

Bad. Do you think their party is able to regularly take showers? I thinketh the fuck not. ... Pine and old books when he can self care tho.

2. What is their voice like?

Listen I know Corren, being taller, would be more likely to have a deeper register but you'll tear "tenor Corren" out of my cold dead hands

3. What is their biggest motivator?

Spite.

4. What is their most embarrassing memory?

When he first met his BFF Alondra, he was so antisocial and good at ignoring people that she actually got the impression he might have been hard of hearing. She never let him live that down. (one day I'll finish this fic i promise)

5. How do they deal with/react to pain?

"I will keep all of my pain in here, and one day I'll die." ... Okay but listen he's squishy so he takes like one hit and is bloodied up. Someone get him a healer. Pls.

6. What do they like to wear?

He likes his cloak. Its weighty and soft(well. WAS soft. got a bit of wear and tear these days.) and like. Who doesnt love cloaks.

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively?

Ohhhhh fuuuccck this one's tough. I might have to go with Torvid honestly. While the entire party has had a positive impact on him(and trust me I was this close to picking Alistair), Torvid's been more of the one to call him out on his bullshit and to, oh I don't know, talk about your emotions? Ever??? Yknow BEFORE they become too much to handle and he absolutely breaks down???

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten?

Alistair's cooking.

9. Describe the way that they sleep.

Good luck finding him NOT cuddled up with at least one dog. Tbh he just enjoys cuddles in general.

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food?

FUCKIN. GIVE HIM A GOOD STEAK. THIS BOY IS MOSTLY CARNIVORISTIC.

11. What do they feel most insecure about?

As tempted as I am to say "His cooking", it's actually his singing.

12. How do they like to dress?

"Comfort over flashiness tbh. I gotta go ADVENTURING in whatever I wear after all."

"... Also don't you DARE perceive me as cishet."

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt?

Call him a genie because he will BOTTLE THAT SHIT UP.

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal?

Denial :D

15. What is their greatest achievement?

Shrike: Killing his dad

Me: NOOOOOO

EDIT: WAIT THIS WAS ANSWERED IN Q99 WHAT THE HECK

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep?

Somehow more of a dick than usual. Snappy and cranky and just. Mrehhh.

17. What are they like when they’re drunk?

Doesn't get drunk often, but when he does I imagine he's actually giggly and a little clingy. It's cute :)

18. What kind of music do they enjoy?

*Opens my Corren playlist* Oh yeah. It's either full edgy alt rock or indie alt "depressed millenial" tracks.

19. Are they right or left handed?

FFFuuhhhhck uhhhh well

Looking over my old art I can't seem to pick a dominant hand(I've even drawn him handling his sniper with either hand???????????) so like oops guess he's ambidextrous.

20. Fears?

The dark, the ocean, dying alone and forgotten, his friends losing their trust of him

21. Favorite kind of weather?

Rain!!!! Especially cool rain like what people often get in fall months.

22. Favorite color?

Indigo!!!

23. Do they collect anything?

Books :3

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more?

Cold weather by far.

25. What is their eye color?

Electric blue!

26. What is their race/ethnicity?

Well his race is a homebrew race known as Marelienth. Uhhh ethnicity? Idk he's from a mountain town way up north *shrugs*

In human aus I imagine him as half-Mongolian half-Norwegian so ayee

27. Hair color?

Black!

28. Are they happy where they are currently?

No :D He loves adventuring with his party don't get me wrong but he still has a lot of trauma to unpack. ... Also he was just possibly broken up with soooo. :/

29. Are they a morning person?

NOPE.

30. Sunrise or sunset?

*motions to above question* Sunset.

31. Are they more messy or more organized?

More organized, actually!

32. Pet peeves?

*unravels a list. It's all shit the party has done. Mostly Alistair.*

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance?

HOOUSIDSJFK- HE- Y-YEAH HE SURE DOES

His amethyst pendant used to belong to his brother, Julian, and he gave it to Corren right before they were separated so you BET it's sentimental as shit and he wears it daily.

34. Least favorite food?

Mecha's usually a great cook but one time trolled him with some absurdly spicy curry he couldn't handle and he's never forgiven them.

35. Least favorite color?

Hmmm. Maybe... yellow?

36. Least favorite smell?

He spent a year with his party in a damp cave and no showers, so uh. I'll give you a guess.

37. When was the last time they cried?

Literally last night in our game's timeline :D Full breakdown and everything!

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried?

Torvid :D He was there to comfort

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured?

One time they were in combat and Corren took a few hits and was down to about 2hp or so. He had a temporary level thanks to Kieran, which boosted his HP a little bit. When he teleported them to a safe town, though, well... Torvid was waiting for them so that's cool. But uh. Yeah that temporary level wore off then and there, dropping Corn Cob to exactly 0hp and he just- flopped down face first in the snow and started dying then and there KJNDKLFNSLKN

40. Do they have any scars?

:)

Do you want to talk about the scar over his eye from a fight he got in with his dad or like. The scars on his limbs from the time he was literally experimented on.

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues?

:)

Undiagnosed+Untreated Anxiety, Depression, DPDR, PTSD, just to name a few

42. Do they have any bad habits?

Running away from his problems, definitely.

43. Why might someone dislike them?

He's a pretentious nerd. He can be a dick if he doesn't care about you.

44. Why might someone love them?

He's an adorable nerd! He's a hopeless romantic and oddly enough an optimist. He's passionate and driven too!

45. Do they believe in ghosts?

Well ghosts are like- a canon proven thing in his world sooo. Yeah.

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives?

His party. Well- most in his party.

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone?

Nethyl :)

48. Are they dating/married to anyone?

He's dating Nethyl and they're in a happy and healthy relationship :) *politely ignores canon*

49. Do they like surprises?

NO >:(

50. When is their birthday?

Heroya 5th! I think. I don't wanna check, assume it's this.

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday?

"You guys celebrate your watchdays?"

Jokes aside, he mainly just treats himself to a nice dinner and a new book or something :)

52. Do they have any family?

Two older siblings: Julian and Mila. His parents are Andreas and Fanya!

53. Are they close to their family?

... *Coughs*. He was close with his siblings, but Mila died and he hasn't seen Julian in 30 years. Was close with his dad but last time they saw each other, they fought and Corren might have killed him so. ... Yeah. :/

54. What is their MBTI type?

FUCK uh. I... N... T... J? INTJ. Sure.

55. What is their zodiac sign?

In Sekrezia: The eagle

In our world: Uhhh. Idk. Capricorn????

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in?

Uhhh. Ravenclaw??? I know almost nothing about HP :/

57. What D&D alignment are they?

THIS ONE'S EASY- lawful neutral!

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about?

:)

Used to have typical nightmares, nothing special. Nowadays though he often dreams of being underwater. Not drowning, though. It's... weird. He doesn't like those.

59. What are their views on death?

He's a necromancer lol.

Death is inevitable, though. It's a necessary part of life. Death is not an entire loss, though. One lives on in the memories others carry of them, in the love they hold in their hearts. Death is complicated, but that's okay.

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at?

Alistair :)

61. When bored, how do they pass time?

Dog time :)

62. Do they enjoy being outside?

... Ehhhhhh?

63. Do they have an accent?

Technically??? It's an accent from where he's from but like. I just barely tweak my own voice when I rp him so? Damn Corren I'm sorry you've been cursed with east coast dialect.

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction?

"Damn who's the rich bastard here?" (cake is kinda a delicacy in their world- not like elites only but not NEARLY as common as it is here)

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say?

Reassurance mode to whomever he's with. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm okay. Remember what I told you, death is a natural part of life, yeah? I don't have any regrets, I'm okay... Just. Thanks. For giving me a chance. Thank you. Thank you."

66. How do they feel about sex?

I SWEAR he's allosexual. I'm just bad at writing allosexuals.

67. What is their sexuality?

He doesn't really know how to pin it down, so he just calls himself "queer". Definitely not straight, that's all he knows.

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood?

AHAHA no. He's hella desensitized

69. Is there anything that they find really gross?

Skulking cyst. Look it up at your own volition. It's. NO.

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them?

It's 12:21 in the morning and I'm NOT about to scroll through a bunch of tv tropes just. just. NERD stereotype.

71. Do they enjoy helping people?

Yyyyes? Only really if it's the people he cares about.

72. Are they allergic to anything?

Bullshit.

73. Do they have a pet?

WINGTHARA!! HIS SKELE-DOG!!!

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they loose their temper?

Oh yeah he's all bark and no bite. He usually just throws a little fit and/or yells.

75. How patient are they?

More than he should be :/

76. Are they good at cooking?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often?

Oh yes he insults the others all the time. No particular favorite, he likes so spice it up.

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy?

Stim. Stim. Stim. His eyes get all sparkly and he. He.

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears?

He will do everything in his power to assure they won't ever have to deal with their fears alone- You afraid of spiders? It's his job to get the spiders from now on so you won't have to deal with them.

80. Are they trustworthy?

Oh yeah. He's like Rapunzel- doesn't break promises.

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it?

Oh yes he tries to hide it. And yes, he's awful at it.

82. Do they exercise regularly?

Yes and no? No like- exercise regimen, but the amount of travelling and fighting they do is just- a workout in and of itself

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look?

Yeah! He's cute and he knows it baybie!!!

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people?

He,,, he likes someone who's physically stong,,, Muscles are,,, aaaaa >///>

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive?

Someone he can nerd out with :)

86. Do they like sweet foods?

Impartial to it. He won't turn sweets away but he's not crazy about them either.

87. What is their age?

43, the equivalent of- I think someone in their mid 30s?

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between?

He's 6'8" :) Which is actually normal for his race

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts?

Sometimes! I like to think he has reading glasses or something like that.

90. Do they consider themselves attractive?

HE'S CUTE AND HE KNOWS IT.

91. What is their sense of humor like?

Julian tainted his sense of humor and now he finds the most dumb shit hilarious. Think very millenial/GenZ humor like "I wish I was Jared, 19"

92. What mood are they most often in?

"I don't get paid enough for this" or Fear.jpg

93. What kinds of things anger them?

People who don't keep their FUCKING WORD. Oh and like. Yknow. Half the shit his party does.

94. Outlook on life?

Again he's??? Oddly an optimist? In the "Things will get better and that is a fucking THREAT" way, but still optimist!

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed?

Talk about his family :) Or the fact that his boyfriend might want him dead :)

96. What is their greatest weakness?

He's squishy as fuck. He goes down easy.

97. What is their greatest strength?

He's extremely intelligent and great with magic and his sniper!

98. Something that they regret?

Not doing more to stop his brother when he tried to resurrect their sister

99. Biggest accomplishment?

Either convincing an entire town his name is Torren or accidentally convincing some very OP people that he's secretly a dragon.

100. Create your own!

FUCK YOU I SPENT LIKE 2 HOURS ON THIS. NO PROOFREAD. IVE ALREADY DESIGNED CORREN'S AND NETHYL'S HYPOTHETICAL KIDS. ANYWAYS THEY'RE TWIN IRINAGA AND I'VE NAMED THEM AFTER THE DNDADS TWINS: THEIR NAMES ARE LARK AND SPARROW.

[minervahopebeyond]

Blood Daffodils.

Chapter 5: The wedding. (Part 3/3)

The ceremony had been beautiful, a perfect mixture of Fleur's culture with the Weasley's traditions...

 

Draco was enchanted with everything, he always loved weddings... The bride's dress, the groom's dress-robes, decorations, the vows... Magic always seemed to surround the recently married couple, bringing them even more together and making them even more in love than before.

 

Of course, that only happen when you got married because of love, not in arrange marriages like it was costumary in the pureblood families. His parents were an exception to the rule, because his mother once told him that she had liked his father since her first year at school. So since that moment, she asked Draco's grandmother, every summer, if she could arrange a marriage with Lucius Malfoy until it became true. His father was taken with Narcissa as well, so as their Hogwarts years went by, they fell madly in love with each other.

 

Draco always dreamed of marrying Harry Potter. He dreamed about having a summer wedding, just like Bill’s and Fleur's, in a beautiful garden, something small intimate with all the ancient traditions; the dances, everything. Now, to that fantasy, he added dancing to 'Love of my life' in their first dance.

 

Not that it would ever happen, of course.

 

He took a sip of his wine as he watched the happy couple dancing in the middle of the dance floor. Everyone was clapping around them as they danced.

 

He could see Mr. Potter smiling softly as he looked at Sirius who grinning wide and beautifully at Bill and Fleur as he clapped to the beat.

 

 Next to them, Remus was trying to explain to Nymphadora that he was quite happy not dancing at all... They were so cute together, it had been quite a surprise to everyone when, last year, after the battle, Tonks kissed him in front of the entire Order of the Phoenix. During the couple of times that they went to have dinner at the Potter's mansion, Draco had taken the opportunity to remind Remus of that scolding, the prior summer, that the blond boy had received for his joke about dating Charlie because of their age difference.

 

Draco's eyes drifted to look at the dragon-tamer. Charlie was laughing at something that Fred and George just said, glass in hand. His dress-robes were almost as dashing as Bill's given the fact that he was the best man, Mrs. Weasley had been quite insistent about keeping the forms and that included the dress-code; the twins were pretty much annoyed about the entire thing. Charlie must had feel his gaze on him because he looked at Draco. The blond boy looked away as quickly as he could, blush appearing in his cheeks.

 

"I think your brother caught me staring at him, be a good friend and hide me, Weasley."

 

The redhead chuckled and waved at Charlie. The blond boy punched him on the arm, which only made Ron laugh before seeing something that seemed to erase his smile automatically. He followed the direction of his friend's eyes to find the source of his discomfort. It was Granger laughing with her international quidditch star ex-boyfriend.

 

Draco brought his glass to his lips before before emptying its content. Hermione was too busy talking with Krum, and Potter was too busy pretending to be a Weasley cousin and talking with Ginevra; hence Ron and him being the bitter bastards of the party. Cheers.The alcohol was starting to low his inhibitions. He didn't mean to drink as much as he had but because of what happened that same morning, he thought that he deserved a bloody break.

 

He turned to look at his friend again.

 

"You know what would be considerably more fun than moping about our love interests, weasel?" The redhead looked at him with amusement in his expression.

 

"Are you drunk already?" Draco only moved his hand, gesturing that yes, more or less. "What's the plan?" Ron asked before leaving his glass on the nearest table. Draco just grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the dance floor.

 

The songs were more fun by then, not as fun as dancing to Queen or, well, any other muggle band, but it was definitely more entertaining than spending the entire night looking at Potter with longing eyes. The song was customary danced by couples, Weasley also knew the steps, probably because Molly or Arthur had force their children to practice before the wedding. Draco and Ron twirled and jumped to the beat, laughing everytime that the weasel stomped on his feet and the blond boy pinched his arm in return.

 

After a while, Draco noticed that almost everyone were looking at them, probably because they were laughing so bloody laud that they were interrupting the party.

 

"I feel judged, ferret."

 

"Couldn't agree more, weasel. How about a drink?"

 

"Yeah, no. You are not allowed to drink anymore, I don't want you tripping all over the place."

 

"I beg your pardon? I seem to recall that you were one who couldn't walk straight to your common room." Weasley smiled smugly at him.

 

"Well, at least, I walk straight sometimes." Draco barked out a laugh and nudged him playfully.

 

Suddenly, someone was touching Draco's shoulder. When he turned around, he found Charlie's gorgeous eyes looking at him, small smirk on his lips. 

"Nice dancing, very smooth, not clumsy at all." Draco lifted his chin.

"I'll have you known that I'm a spectacular dancer, your brother is the one who moves like a troll." Draco could hear Ron muttering a 'Fuck off'.

"Well, how about you dance with a more qualified partner?" The redhead said as he offered his hand to take him back to the dance floor.

Merlin, how Draco wished to don't give a fuck. To not care about Potter, to not think about Theodore; because maybe, if he didn't care about anything, Charlie would seem like an awesome choice. Tall, handsome, brave and kind... Good dancer too, he noticed, funny as hell, he kept whispering things in Draco's ear, trying to make him laugh. He praised him too, said that he looked dashing and that his make-up looked beautiful.

It was so fucking frustrating, he wanted to be able to look at people, really look at them. Like he looked at Theodore, and still, everytime that Potter fucking talked to him, the brunette would instantly disappear from his mind. Because there was no comparison. Yes, he loved Theodore but he wasn't in love with him and he definitely couldn't even look at Charlie, not more than admiring and enjoying his company.

A bright  light irrupted in the tend, a silver Lynx announcing what Draco feared since last year.

"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”

No. Not now.

Everyone started to apparate away and in a matter of seconds Death Eaters were attacking them. Charlie was fighting, along with the rest of the Weasleys, except for Ron who was running towards Hermione. Draco almost ran behind him...

Yeah, no. The golden trio could take care of themselves, Mr. Potter on the other hand had already died once and Sirius tended to do reckless shit when someone was in danger. He found Potter trying to help Ginevra, shouting like a mad man and he caught him by his shirt to stop him.

"SHE IS GOING TO BE FINE! GO, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Draco shouted in between the caos, As he pushed him towards Hermione who was already holding Weasley's hand. Hesitation flashed through the girl's eyes when she realized that the blond boy wasn't making any attempt of running away with them.

"GO. NOW." He commanded at her and the three of them apparated away. Draco couldn't miss the panic in Potter's face before they disappeared.

Good. Now let's find the other two reckless Gryffindors.

It was madness, people were taken away and he could hear the Death Eaters demanding for the guests to hand in Potter.  He found Sirius and Mr. Potter fighting back to back, quite literally, great method to avoid being curse on the back but still, the killing curse couldn't be blocked... They needed to leave.

He ran towards them, almost knocking them to the floor as he casted a Fumos Charm. The cloud of smoke started to surround them as Draco yelled at them.

“We have to leave! We have to find them!”

And that was enough explanation for James who caught both of their arms and apparated them into the middle of the living room of the mansion.

Silence. Fucking finally.

“Kid, you are bleeding.”

“I’ll get the Dittany.” He heard Sirius say before running towards the bathroom cabinet.

Everything was moving too fast. He felt the potion drip over the wound on his shoulder, closing it, hurting like hell. He let out a pained noise.

“Sorry, little cousin, almost done.” Draco shook his head.

“Not your fault, I drank too much.”

After Sirius was done, he asked him to fetch the map that was hidden under his bed. His cousin looked at him with confused eyes but did as he was told. Mr. Potter was frantically pacing around him, so bloody nervous.

“Hurry the fuck up, Sirius!”

“DON’T YOU YELL AT ME, YOU BRAT!” His voice sounded muffled because of the distance and maybe because he had his head under Draco’s bed to get the map.

When Sirius got downstairs to where they were, he had a frowned on his face.

“It looks like a regular map.”

“Because it is. Give it to me.”

His cousin put the map on his hand and Draco unfolded carefully to lay it, on the floor, in front of him. Then he grabbed his wand and casted a Diffindo on his hand. He heard the two men gasp, surprised, as he closed his hand tightly, letting the blood drip over the map. Once it seemed like a good amount, he asked for more dittany on his hand.

‘This is going to work, if you could bring Mr. Potter back to life, you definitely can do this.’

He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the spell and only the spell, on the urge to find them. ‘Powerful spells need powerful magic sources, my Dragon prince. Hate or love are powerful enough to kill or save someone, always choose love. Always love deeply, Draco.’His mother’s voice was echoing in his head.

Love. Potter. Weasley. Granger.

He needed to find them.

He took another deep breath before pronouncing the enchantment.

“Reperio ones diligamus, datur nobis ad ones, quae sunt sanguine.” The drops of blood seemed to begin shaking as they listened to Draco’s command. “Reperio ones diligamus, datur nobis ad ones, quae sunt sanguine.” They started to move, slowly, leaving a trail of red as they gathered together and moved towards their destiny. “Reperio ones diligamus, datur nobis ad ones, quae sunt sanguine.” The blood settled on a little spot. Draco frowned.

“Oh for fuck’s sake! They can’t be this stupid!”

His cousin was frowning at the map as well.

“That’s Grimmauld.”

They went to fetch them when Draco said that he was feeling good enough to endure another apparition.

Wands out, entering the old house again, risking being found by Severus again.

They heard Potter casting a stupefy as soon as they crossed the door. Mr. Potter casted a protego just as quick as his son.

“It’s us, Potty. Lower your wand.”

But the three of them were holding out their wands still, and neither Sirius or James lowered theirs.

“What was the first thing that you said about hufflepuff when we met, Malfoy?” The green-eyed boy asked, suspicious.

“That I’d leave if I got sorted into Hufflepuff. When did we meet?”

“At Madam Malkin’s, your mother was looking at wands for you and you told me that you were going to drag your father to look at brooms after.”

Finally, Potter lowered his wand and everyone did the same.

“Why didn’t you come with us? You bloody scared me to death.” The boy hissed at him.

“I needed to find Sirius and your father, Weasley was wearing the necklace,I knew I’d find you after.”

Potter frowned, maybe the weasel hadn’t told him about it... Ron walk towards him and pulled him into a hug.

“This is really the best present that I’ve gotten, ever. Thanks for coming to get us, we didn’t know if we were being followed.”

Draco smiled softly and tightened his arms around the redhead.

“You are not getting rid of me that easily, weasel. I’m just glad that you are safe, really... and don’t you ever dare to take the necklace off.”

“I promise I won’t, ferret.”

Potter face was as moody as it could be, probably mad at Draco for separating him from Ginevra in the middle of the fight. Draco pulled away from his friend and turned to look at the rest of the group.

“Now, how about we really start that horcrux hunt?”

[papitocarlositothirst]

OK SO THIS IS A DAN SOFT ONE (i guess i’m kinda shocked lmao ngl) TRIGGER WARNINGS: CHEATING & DEATH

She was an average girl or may I say, an average 28 year old woman. He was a 30 year old man. A man that could have any other female but yet he stuck with her. Or she stuck with him? She had the chance to let go, but she didn’t. He believed him when he said he was sorry when in reality she could let go and find someone else. Someone new. Someone better. People would laugh at her though. She had the Australian F1 driver and she would want to let go?

“She must be insane if she let him go”

—that’s what her aunt said three years ago on Christmas dinner when she was helping her other aunt to clean the plates. Then her other aunt would say something like “If she thinks no one else is going to cheat on her then yes she is insane. He is the best she can ever have. No one will ever be able to provide her all the stuff he does. With all the money he gets, he can save his family, her, her family and he can even help us as well.”

This is how it was. Her family members would always see pounds pictured across his face. They even believed that she only wanted him for his money. And they were fine with it. They also were fine with the fact that he cheated on her. See, money in their lives were much more important than her happiness. She did go back to him though, a year later. Not because they told her to, or because she agreed with their opinion, but because she saw the regret in his eyes. She saw how sorry he was. She saw how he changed through a whole year they were separated.

The day she left him was Christmas eve. The end of the year was near and he wanted to be honest. He believed that she would forgive him. He didn’t think she would be okay with it, but that she would appreciate his honesty. Three weeks ago he visited Australia on a weekend getaway where he slept with one of his old school friends. He was drunk yes, but not drunk enough to not be able to control himself. He was driving her to the airport that day. She was going home for Christmas. She wanted to take the bus but him being the perfect boyfriend, he wouldn’t let her take an endless bus journey when she could be back home in a matter of a few hours. He felt the need to talk to her about his actions—it’s killing him.

He turned the volume down of the Christmas song that was playing. She stopped her singing and looked at him wondering why he would turn the volume down. He said he wanted to let her know about something before it was too late. She listened to him trying to figure out what it was that had to ruing their so movie-like journey. He said what it was. He said he was sorry. All she could say was “just drive”. She wanted to get to the airport as soon as possible. She was about to burst in tears and she fought it until the moment they got to the airport.

He made a move to hug her, if not kiss her, goodbye. She took a step back and shacked her head in disbelief, hot tears running down her face and an ironic smile placed on her face. What did he expect anyway from someone who just found out that her boyfriend of 10 years just cheated on her. She did remember his last words though—

“At least text me that you are safe back home.”

That was the last time they saw each other for a year. The next day, Christmas day, after she heard her aunts..they made her make her biggest decision. She disappeared. For a year, no one knew where she was and what she was doing. She only kept contact with her parents and a few of her friends, to let them know she is okay. Of course, they would all ask for information for where she was or even when she was coming back, but she would never say anything. Until next Christmas, when she went back home. At the airport? She met him. He was coming back to Monaco after a weekend in Australia again. It was strange, exactly a year ago it was the last time he saw her.

He did look for her. But how can you find someone who doesn’t want to be found? When he saw her again it felt like the universe was giving him another chance. Even if he still didn’t know that SHE would give him another chance. He asked how she was, she said she was fine. She looked different but so did he. He looked more mature, she looked more broken, more empty than even before. She smiled back at him though so he took the courage to ask her to meet him sometime so they can talk. He didn’t expect her to agree but to his surprise she did. And here they are, two years later they are still together. She moved in with him, he took care of her and he never ever laid his eyes on another woman. Everything was fine until the past few weeks. He seemed distant. He would come home more late than ever before. And without an explanation.

She wouldn’t say anything though. She was never the person who would complain. She kept everything to herself. When he would come home, he wouldn’t say much. He did talk to her, it’s not like he ignored her but it wasn’t the same as before. Not to mention the constant secret texting and email sending. She didn’t want to believe that he is cheating again but yet again he didn’t give her any option.

One day she came home from work, another day her boss had been rude to her, another day where he humiliated her in front of every other coworker. All she needed was her boyfriend’s comfort. She got home when he was on his phone, as soon as he noticed that he wasn’t alone anymore, he ended the call.

“How was your day?” he said and walked to the kitchen, no hugs, no kisses.

“As always.”

She said and followed him to make herself a tea. He said that he was glad. If only he knew what she meant with “as always” and was going on at her work place. She could have told him before but he never gave her the chance as he was barely around her the past few weeks.

He sat on a stool and she took a seat for herself in front of him. His eyes were locked on his phone typing as always. She didn’t want to believe that he would be such an ass to sit here, in front of her while texting someone else. She decided to talk about how her days at work have been lately.

“Hey, can we talk?” She looked at him and waited for his answer, he asked her to give him a minute, without even looking at her. Eyes still on the iphone screen.

Five minutes passed. Six. On the seventh, she got up, threw her tea cup in the sink – might have broken it as well – and made her way out of the kitchen.

“What was that for?”

“What was that for? Seriously I don’t even know, Daniel. The fact that for weeks now you barely talk to me? The fact that you come home as late as possible only for you to eat and if not play same stupid game you go straight to bed? Or maybe that you keep being on your phone talking to god knows who while I’m here literally begging for a word to come out of your mouth, even that would be “Shut up”.” She threw her hands up in the air while she felt her eyes watering up.

“It’s not what it looks like. I promise it’s not.” He said and walked close to her.

“Then what is it? I’m losing my mind! I’m losing my patience.”

“I can’t talk about it.” He can’t talk about it. The perfect answer to make her pick her jacket and make her way out.

“Babe don’t do that please I promise you it’s not what you think it its! Trust me. A few days and I can explain. Please.”

“Just leave me alone. I just want to be alone.”

She walked out of the door. He didn’t follow her. He knows better than that. She needed her time alone. Him following her would make things worse.

He didn’t follow her until he heard it.

The annoying sound of car brakes. He didn’t know what made him look out of the window but he did. And what he saw was enough for him to run as fast as possible. He wrapped his arms around her passed out body. He let pointless sounds leave his mouth. He was screaming. The driver had already called an ambulance but it seemed it was already too late. Her breathless body covered in blood was being shaken by her boyfriend, as if his screams and his arms shaking her, would bring her back to life. As if he could love her back to life. As if she was just playing a game trying to scare him off and she would soon open her eyes.

But she didn’t. You can’t love someone back to life. You can’t turn back time.

If he knew what was coming, he would have explained that exact moment she asked him. Because he was right. It’s not what she thought. It was far from what she thought.

But now she was gone. He lost her. She asked him to leave her alone, and it turns out he is the one left alone. What she never found out, was that all this time, he was planning his proposal along with a surprise wedding. If only he was more careful and if only she was more patient and if only she trusted him, she would have been here. She would have been here and married to him in three days.

But she was gone.

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Imagine my OTP

This is gonna be using my two OC’s Mia and Lucian. Sometimes they’re dating, sometimes they’re just friends, its a on and off thing. But, not matter what, they are both adorable little beans, so take these headcannons (technically they aren’t headcannons since this is my universe but still). Also, since the original universe is an apacolypse, this will be a human!au.

1. Acts like they’re dying when they have a cold.

Lucian doesn’t get sick often, but when he does he acts like u the end off the world. He constantly over exaggerates how sick he is, especially when he has to work that day. Luckily for him, Mia is a good sport, and an even better nurse.

2. Gets mad at the TV and throws the remote.

Lucian is no where near “tech savvy”, unlike Mia. He was very sheltered as a child, his family very extreme in their beliefs about technology. Something as simple as a television gets him a little peeved. Neither of them throw the remote around though.

3. Gets the worst road rage.

Mia holds a lot of anger in, afraid that if she shows the littlest bit of irritation, she’ll end up like her mother. So, she bottles it up when around other people, especially at work. On the drive home she yells at anyone and everyone, getting pissed at even the smallest driving error. When she finally gets home, she feels free to vent to Lucian.

4. Spends too much time in the bathroom on their phone.

Mia sometimes gets caught up in being on her phone that she just sits on the bathroom counter and scrolls through her phone sometimes. Lucian on the other hand spend way to much time taking mirror selfies. They’re both big offenders in this category.

5. Packs the whole closet for an overnight trip.

If you called for “an over prepared nerd” you’re looking for Lucian Cain. He will pack the entire house, enclosing the kitchen sink. Mia usually packs for him, knowing that he can’t pack by himself.

6. Hates the in-laws.

Mia is the only child to an abusive mother and a deadbeat father, the former of which is currently in prison. Lucians parents are fanatic cultists who are extreme in their beliefs about race and marriage, and cut contact after Lucian married an African-American woman. They both equally hate their in-laws.

7. Hits the snooze button…11 times.

Mia Cain Hayes her job, and she is not a morning person. Safe to say that even though Lucian also isn’t a fan of mornings, Mia definitely hates them more.

8. Makes the other late for work.

As I just mentioned, Mia hates her job. So, she is in no rush in the morning. She constantly begs Lucian to just stay in bed for a few more minutes, distracting him with kisses and compliments.

9. Uses the television as a babysitter.

Mia and Lucian both have their reservations about kids, definitely not wanting any of their own anytime soon. So, whenever either of them are baby sitting for friends, they have no idea what to do. Plunking them down in front of the TV should work fine.

10. Takes in the stray dog.

“Mia, we have two cats, one dog, one rabbit and eight rats, we don’t need anymore animals of any kind” -a tired and frustrated Lucian.

11. Suggests a 3am trip to McDonald’s.

Ever since Lucian discovered fast food (when he was nineteen) he was in love. If their pulling a late night to finish on of their projects, Lucian always suggests they go out for food or drinks, no matter how late it is.

12. Leaves their shoes out for the other to trip over.

Mia loves her shoes, she has about seven pairs of different heels, running shoes, and hiking boots. Pair that and Lucians constant clumsiness, and it’s a disaster waiting to happen.

13. Can’t make up their mind when it comes to dinner.

It’s very obvious to anyone looking in that Mia wears the pants in the relationship. So, when out to eat, wether it be fast food or a fancy restaurant, Mia always orders for both of them.

14. Needs to be reminded of all their appointments.

Mia has a slight short term memory thanks to head-trauma as a child (thanks mom) so she sometimes forgets basic things like where she was going or what day it is right after being told for the fifth time, so imagine how hard it would be to remember an appointment she booked three weeks ago.

15. Bribes the other into doing chores.

Mia is the queen of getting out of chores. She almost always has an excuse at the ready for when Lucian asks her to do a few things, and when she doesn’t she has other ways of persuading him (😏). But, she is happy to run errands outside the house.

16. Picks the movies.

I’ve already established that Lucian is indecisive as hell, and Mia and headstrong and stubborn. Match made in heaven. Mia pick the movies, Lucian makes the popcorn.

17. Takes the safety steps when building a pillow fort.

Surprisingly Mia. Lucian tried to make sure the pillow forts they made were secure, but every time he tried, they’d cave in after a few minutes. Mia had taken it upon herself to set them up from that point on.

18. Kisses the other’s injuries better.

Lucian is a very affectionate man, and so is Mia. They both kiss injuries better, Mia just gets injured more so Lucian does it more often.

19. Is addicted to angry birds, game of war, candy crush, temple run, or flappy bird.

Despite his inability to figure out technology, Lucian loves the little games on his phone. He could play them all day, and he often does get distracted before Mia brings him back to earth. His favourite game is temple run, no doubt about it.

20. Kills the spiders.

Mia is a cold blooded killer of spiders and anything creepy crawly. She hates them with a burning passion and she takes it upon herself to personally take them out of this world. Lucian either leaves them alone or puts them outside if the weather was good.

21. Hogs the blankets.

Lucian get super cold at night. He doesn’t mean to hog all of the blankets, he just wants to keep warm in the middle do the night. Mia usually lets him, but if he’s getting to much, she just snuggles up next to him to keep him warm.

22. Takes pranks too far.

Even though Mia was an only child she did plenty of pranking, and she knows how far she can go and for it to still be funny. Lucian, however, has no way of gauging how far his prank is going to go.

23. Makes the dirty jokes.

Oh my god, the amount of innuendos that come out of this women’s mouth is unbelievable. She constantly makes sexual jokes and advances in public or private just to see Lucian blush. This woman has barely any shame, but she’ll stop if Lucian asks her.

24. Keeps a piggy bank.

Lucian. He’s had one ever since he was a kid, and being able to keep his own stuff in his piggy bank was one of the best things about his childhood.

25. Has no problem having ice cream for breakfast.

Mia. I feel like I shouldn’t have to explain at this point, but I’m going to anyways. Lucian often doesn’t have enough time to eat in the morning (thanks to Mia). So, Mia is left with an empty house, and she’ll eat ice cream if she wants to.

26. Gets a tattoo when they’re drunk.

The literal story of how Mia got her first and second tattoos. She got wasted one night, and got a tattoo of a heart on her shoulder. The second time it was a sappy quote about love on her thigh. She’s had both covered up since then, and she never talks about them.

27. Trips over their own feet.

Lucian is a clumsy boy, and he trips over everything. Only when he’s in their workshop does he make sure to be careful, because he doesn’t want to get impaled if he trips.

28. Makes the other go for a walk.

Lucian always asks Mia to walk to dog for him, and she usually does. There is something tense between Lucky and him, as if their competing for Mias attention. Lucian gets along better with their rats anyways.

29. Whines until they get what they want.

Neither of them really whine often, mainly because of their strict upbringing. They both argue their points and bring facts and logic into the discussion. The only time either of them whine is when their tired/just woke up.

30. Tries to act tough but really isn’t.

There have been multiple time where Mia was cat called or harassed on the street, and Lucian tried to be the big guy and act tough. Mia usually tells Lucian to cut the crap and she deals with it herself. Lucian finds it hot and Mia finds it adorable.

31. Talks the most, says the least.

Lucian could ramble on for hours and hours about essentially nothing. It’s a skill he learned when doing school presentations, making it seem like he did a bunch of research when he only did a ten minute look through a textbook.

32. Talks the least, says the most.

Mia does say a lot, especially when it comes to Lucian. She prefers action over words, going for a kiss on the lips instead of an “I love you”. Lucian sometimes wishes she would express herself to him more, but he accepts its hard for her.

[rudemaidenswrite]

Silent Caress

Part 3                      By: @pusantheamazonian

Leatherface/Thomas Hewitt x Blind Reader

Part 1 Part 2

You’ve created a kissing monster. Sorry not sorry.

As soon as breakfast is done, Thomas is dragging you outside.

“How?”  He hastily writes.

“How what?”

“How did you know about the cannibalism?”

“Ah well at first I thought it was odd that Luda had to clarify that I was a guest in the house. Then Hoyt's payer at dinner was a red flag. Then your reluctance and hesitation to say that you're a butcher. And the blood, I couldn't place the smell but it was so familiar. Then obviously last night. When I thought about all the different reasons why. It just kept coming up cannibal.” You shrug it off.

“You are okay with this?”

“It is what it is. That reminds me, I should read you the Red Dragon.”

“Why?”

“It's about a doctor and he's a cannibal.”

“Really?” He pulls you into the shade.

“Yup!”

“I only want to devour you.” He turns, intertwining his hand with yours while the other pulls you close. Kissing his way down your neck.

“Well there's a never ending supply of that.” Giggling you grab his tie to hold him close. It tickles but it’s cute and you love this sweet side of him.

“If you two are going to be neckin’ you might want to do it out of sight.” Uncle Monty chuckles.

“Uncle Monty!” Flustered you can feel the blush spreading. Thomas is still holding onto you but you can tell he's glaring at Uncle Monty. A low growl warns him to leave.

“It's just a suggestion.” You can hear the new found pep in his step. Uncle Monty heads to the kitchen for a beer.

“What’s so funny?” Hoyt asks seeing Uncle Monty chuckling.

“Just caught Thomas and Y/N neckin’.” He nods outside.

“Really?”

“Out behind the barn near the trees.”

“I’ll be damned our boy’s becoming a man.” Hoyt gives a shit eating grin.

In the basement Thomas is sure that there will be no further interrupts for now. He has set you on the usual table. Standing in front of you, your knees pressed against his thighs.

“The bruise is going away.” He rubs the area gently.

“That’s good, I forgot all about it.”

“How?”

“It doesn't hurt so without being able to see it regularly. I forgot about it.”

Thomas frowns, why are you so pretty and cursed with your own troubles. If it was any other way he would have thought you were a model. Like the ones in his Mama's magazines. But you shy away from discussing how you look. When you had so desperately needed to know what he looked like. Praising his body before and after you had known his face. Maybe you just need to understand how he sees you.

“Soft Y/H/C hair, prettiest big Y/E/C eyes I've ever seen.” He holds your hand tightly.

“What are you talking about?”

“A smile brighter than the sun, and body with curves in all the right places. Like you were made for me.” With each word the more flustered you become, pulling at his grip.

“Where… where did that come from?”

“You said you didn't remember what you looked like. That's what I see.”

Burying your face in his chest, the tears start flowing. You can't believe he remembered that. Concerned he pushes on your shoulder.

“I'm fine… I just never expected someone to describe me like that.” Emotions boiling over you don't deserve him.

“It's true.”

“You shouldn't say things like that... when I've lied to you.” Thomas turns to stone, literally stops breathing. The fear takes him, wondering if you've been lying about loving him. “I'm alright now but… something happened when I was out with Uncle Monty.”

Thomas relaxes slightly to wrap his arms around you. The fear has turned into anger that someone hurt you.

“My cousins found out I was leaving, that's where the bruise came from not that escapie. Uncle Monty had to intervene.” A hand gently strokes your hair and you relax into his touch. “And those friends I told you that left me. They were actually my cousins, the same ones that tried to stop me.” His hold tightens. “I was scared that I would never see you again. I love you and I hate it when we don't talk.”

“You love me?”

Gasping, you didn't realize you said it. You had been thinking hard about the L word. Now you're embarrassed to say anything. Until he raises your head to figuratively look at him.

“You love me?” He cautiously write it out. Hoping he didn't hear you wrong.

“Yes.” Your face heats up and it's not because of the heat.

In a moment of pure joy Thomas kisses you. Ecstatic that you do love him. Fisting his shirt with both hands, the worn fabric threatens to tear as you lean into the kiss.

The creaking of the floorboards above pulls him away. He doesn't like having all these interruptions. Releasing his shirt you fidget with the hole forming on your pants leg. Both waiting for the all clear.

“You're staring.” Straightening up you poke his belly.

“How do you know?”

“It’s just a feeling, as if the air has changed and it’s only in your direction.”

“You have a problem with that?”

“No, I want to know why you’re staring.”

“You're beautiful. Why shouldn't I?”

“Such a complimenter but that doesn't explain why.”

“I… was thinking how lucky I am that you love me.”

A blush sets in. “That's a silly reason, everyone should be loved.” In the silence he caresses your cheek, running his hand through your hair.

“Well look at the love birds.” Hoyt jokes. Your face immediately becomes hot and you turn away. “I hate to break up this beautiful moment but Thomas has some work to do and Y/N you better be getting on upstairs.” The stairs creak as he goes back up. With a small groan Thomas lifts you off the table, setting you down at the stairs.

“I’ll see you later then. I’ll be my room if you want to come up when you’re done.” Biting your lip, you reveal in hesitancy he has to let you go. Delighting in the way he stalled when you mentioned coming to your room.

“I will.”

Upstairs you grab a book from your backpack. Which is still on the ground by the door where Thomas left it. Climbing onto the bed, you move the pillows so you're able to prop yourself up against the headboard. It's a long time before you hear anyone come upstairs.

The footsteps lead right to your door. There's a knock followed by a soft grunt as they move closer.

“Hi Thomas. Are you finished?” Another low grunt as he sits on the bed. “That sounds sooo exciting.” Teasing, you pretend that he told you all about it. But you already know that he's not going to tell you any details since he doesn't like it in the first place.

“What are you reading?”

“Don Quixote.”

“What?”

“Don Quixote it's a story about a middle-aged man from La Mancha, Spain. Obsessed with the chivalrous romantic ideals he has read about, he loses his sanity. Deciding to become a knight to defend the helpless and destroy the wicked while reviving chivalry.” The confused silence  from Thomas let's you know that you went way over his head in the literature department. “Basically this elderly guy decides to become a hero. He's old, forgetful and clumsy but does things to help people. And nothing goes as planned for him.”

“Uncle Monty when he's drunk.”

“Possibly.” You try hiding your laugh. It's a funny picture to imagine.

“Will you read it to me?”

“Sure, I'll start at the beginning.” Closing the book, you restart the story. Your fingers softly grazing the braille. “In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla of rather more beef than mutton, a salad on most nights, scraps on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays, and a pigeon or so extra on Sundays, made away with three-quarters of his income. The rest of it went in a doublet of fine cloth and velvet breeches and shoes to match for holidays, while on week-days he made a brave figure in his best homespun. He had in his house a housekeeper past forty, a niece under twenty, and a lad for the field and market-place, who used to saddle the hack as well as handle the bill-hook. The age of this gentleman of ours was bordering on fifty; he was of a hardy habit, spare, gaunt-featured, a very early riser and a great sportsman. They will have it his surname was Quixada or Quesada, although from reasonable conjectures it seems plain that he was called Quexana. This, however, is of but little importance to our tale; it will be enough not to stray a hair’s breadth from the truth in the telling of it.”

Pausing you put the book down, the snores coming from Thomas are soothing. With his head in your lap, he fell asleep almost instantly. Playing with his hair you wonder why anyone would be mean to him. He’s a big softie with super strength.

There’s another knock and your head snaps up.

“Oh how precious. Do you want me to wake him?” Luda whispers not really wanting to interrupt this picture perfect moment.

“No its fine. I’m still reading.”

“Well if you need anything let me know.”

“I will. ”

You feel a little uneasy about this. His family seems to pushing you two together but cautious while still teasing the two of you. It’s not like the two aren’t already attached at the hip. It’s probably just their way of protecting him, since they don’t want him to end up alone and hurt.

~

You wake up with Thomas’s arm around you. His breath tickling your hair while you feel the rise and fall of his chest with your hand. This moment feels perfect, sighing you snuggle closer. It maybe the hopeless romantic in you but you’ve fallen hard for him. You just hope he feels the same way you do. His arm tightens around you and buries his face in your hair.

“Hello.” Chuckling at his action. There's a low rumble from his chest. “What time is it?”

“Early.”

“Good. That means we can stay right here.” Pressing yourself closer. “I told you, you would be great at cuddling.” Smiling you breath in his scent slowly drifting back to sleep.

Thomas woke up before you this time. Softly trailing a finger down your face. He can't help but to wonder if you're really an angel. You may not be able to see but you know his true face and still called him handsome. Only his mama calls him that.

There's so many questions he has but there's not enough time for the answers. Why do you love him? Why do you trust him so much? Do you really promise to stay forever? He can't shake the feeling that you have bewitched him somehow, no one as perfect as you would willing be with him. But he knew he had to have you the moment you first smiled at him during dinner. The surprising amount of optimism you had to communicate with him is what did him in. That was the moment he knew he was in love.

Fidgeting you bury your face further into his chest. But the light touches on your face don’t stop. Mindlessly swatting at whatever it is you wearily open your eyes to feel Thomas staring. Just staring at you with no real purpose.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Awhile.”

“And you’ve just been waiting?”

“Yes.”

“Such a softie.”

“You should get ready before they wonder why you’re not up.”

“Why? I’m pretty sure they already know that there’s something going on between us.”

“All the more reason.”  He places a kiss on your forehead.

“Uh huh.” You reluctantly detach yourself and go to the dresser.  “Well then you can pick out what color dress I'm gonna wear today. Since you're still here.” You pull out a couple dresses and lay them on the bed.

The bed springs creak from movement and soon the floorboards do as he hands you one.

“Blue.”

“Thank you. Now shoo so I can get dressed.” Smiling you give him a quick peck on the lips and nod at the door.

“Why?”

“Thomas Hewitt you are ornery this morning. You will not see me naked unless there's a ring on my finger.” Surprised at his stubbornness and boldness you push him to the door. More like you lean against the unbudging wall of muscle. Thomas chuckles at your attempt to push him out.

“I'll see you later.”

“Ok-” He steals a kiss while you're mid sentence. The door closes and you can hear his footsteps go down the stairs. “That sneaky... he's sure become confident in stealing kisses.” Sighing you might have created a kissing monster. Putting up the other clothes up, you slip on the dress he picked. A blue short sleeved sundress with pockets. It's always a good idea to have pockets.

Finishing up your heart beats faster as you get excited. You started wondering if later the kissy monster will take off his mask so you can get some proper kissing going on. Walking down stairs you come up with some back up plans if he says no.

~

For the past couple nights Thomas has begun sneaking into your room at night to cuddle. Holding you tightly against him like you were going to disappear. It's nice waking up to someone else in the morning. It strangely makes you feel complete.

Coincidently Luda has started bringing you to the station with her. Saying you could do with some routines so you wouldn't have to be stuck at the house all the time. Thomas comes and fetches you after lunch time. He takes what he calls a shortcut back to the house. It's not much of a short cut since it goes through some woods and a pasture. Reaching the woods he picks you up and carries you the whole way, only setting you down when he's reached the edge of the yard. You tell him every time that he doesn't have to carry you, you're fine with walking the long way around. You don't want him to injure himself. But he won't listen to it, he just holds you tightly. Positioning you so you can sit upright and see him. In these moments you lean against his shoulder playing with his hair. Asking simple yes or no questions, or just talking about random things on your mind.

But today you had remembered a joke you wanted to tell him. With Luda back from her break you know he would be here any moment know. It may not seem like it but he likes to stick with routines. It makes him feel safe and calm when there's a routine.

The husky breathing and creaking floorboards coming from the back alert you to Thomas's presence. He prefers to enter from the back to avoid people. The slow sliding of fingers down your arm confirm it.

“Hi Thomas. Oh! I have a joke to tell you. I've been thinking of it all morning.” He squeezes your hand wanting you to continue. “What do you get when you cross a vampire with a snowman?” He draws a question mark. “Frost bite.” There's a long pause before he answers.

“What?”

“Frostbite. You know a vampire bites people and a snowman is frozen, made of snow. Frostbite is when your skin is exposed to freezing temperatures too long…. Any of this making sense?”

“You're not good at jokes.”

“Oh how rude. I should punish you by telling you all the corny jokes I know!” Poking him you act offended. You know they're corny that's the whole point.

The bell over the door rings and you ignore it. Luda's here so you don't have to worry about trying to help the person. But that changed when the confused voice of your cousin Derick pulls your full attention from Thomas to the front door.

“Y/N?”

[skyhopedango]

Random thoughts on Sirius ep 9

It’s episode 9, and you know what that means: an arc three plot-heavy episode to set up the finale! In other news, it’s taken Sirius 9 episodes to finally find its own voice and start standing (wobbling, I guess) on its own legs. I guess it’s inevitable, with 9 episodes under its belt even the most derivative show can grow some sort of a personality... but at least Sirius's personality is likeable, and as predictable as the main plot directions are, and how I wish the show had done some things differently, I do like the smaller details.

So let’s see what we have to work with for the last arc of the show. Keyword for the day: “father”.

Yuliy fights the loli twins. Maybe it’s because it’s really late and I’m tired, but damn their constant giggling is annoying. Yuliy gets one of them, and has a chance to kill her...

...but he doesn’t. As he tells whatshisface later, it’s simply that he couldn’t handle the look in her eyes. I suppose this is to show that he has a Good Heart™ but for someone who had been repeatedly described as a vampire killing machine who used to see killing vampires as his only goal in life (...would’ve been really nice to actually see that instead of having it brought up in dialog only...) this kind of rings false. I mean, I could buy it we also learned that killing vampires was something he’d always struggled with because thou shalt not kill and whatnot, but if this is supposed to be some sort of character development... nah.

Meanwhile, the Jaeger gang is on a train, traveling to... not Sakhalin! Ha! They’re actually on the way to Yuliy’s ancestral home, Dog... Dogville? Is that how the name of this vaguely Siberian ethnic tribe’s village is supposed to be romanized? I hope not, partly because why English, and also... Dogville. Werewolves. Don’t.

While Fallon and Philip stupid banter like the filler characters they unfortunately are, Dorothea takes on Yuliy’s role as Person Willard Can Sit And Talk Exposition With. Willard tells us, for like the millionth time by now, that Yuliy is finally finding himself a real purpose in life instead of living for revenge and killing vampires. Yes, we got it. We got it. Dorothea is like “lol you’re like father & son” because Yuliy going “YOU’RE LIKE A FATHER TO ME” and whatnot on that rooftop surely didn’t make that clear enough.

Meanwhile, Yuliy and whatshisface try to talk to the old guy, turns out he knew Yuliy’s dad (Alexey), and knows where he is and what happened to the box. But he’s not telling anything, so Yuliy & blondie retire back to the town for the time being. And of course they just happen to run into Iba and Ryouko. They have dinner (? lunch? breakfast? what time of the day is it supposed to be?) where we learn, to the audience’s incredible surprise because who could have predicted this, that the old guy is in fact the Japanese army officer who disappeared 15 years ago. Somewhere along the line he developed a unibrow.

Later Yuliy and Ryouko have a heart to heart about family and fathers, and geh, this is still the weakest part of the show. Even as the other plotlines are progressing fairly organically at this point, this scene was as if the episode just ground to a halt.

I guess it was needed because Yuliy needs someone to spout exposition about how he feels. Family, protecting those important to you, blah blah blah, basically now that his brother, and eventually father are back in the picture once again, Yuily has Family Feelings, and it’s portrayed about as delicately and elegantly as a sledgehammer handled by a drunk rhino. (Also: father. Because his mom didn’t do shit raising them, or what?)

Speaking of family, Mikhail has learned that Yevgraf is planning to use Yuliy to get the box (and he’s hilariously upset about it, like come on dude, how long have you known Yevgraf? also did you seriously not think that he might do something like this after what happened in the last episode?) so he tries to sneak off of Yevgraf’s Blimp of Evil to do something about it. And god help me, his shirt is even worse from the back.

Just... why? What was the character designer thinking? Like, what’s even the point of the shirt being like this? I’m all down for edgy designs but this is literally the most pointless tattered outfit ever. If at least the rest of his clothes were like that too, but no! They’re perfectly fine! It’s just this shirt! 

Anyway.

Of course he gets caught by the others, but suddenly one of Yevgraf’s goons starts coughing up blood and collapses. Turns out that this is the symptom of the disease that is killing off the vamps. Yevgraf tells the lolis to clean up that shit, and haha, they’re like “ewww I’m not touching that!” One of them just throws her knife at him and tries to make him kill himself, but he shakes off her control, turns into a monster, and ends up being gunned down by his former colleagues. Ouch.

Yevgraf walks away, telling Mikhail that if he doesn’t want to end up like that he should behave himself. ...End up like what? Gunned down, or manifesting the symptoms, losing his sanity, and then getting gunned down. I’m assuming the latter, going by what Mikhail told Yuliy on the train, but is Mikhail carrying the disease or what? If yes, how can Yevgraf keep him well? (What’s he doing to him that can’t be done for the rest of his people?)

Meanwhile (...I think? I’m starting to lose sense of time) Yuliy & Co, now with Iba and Ryouko, visit the old guy. Iba is quickly proving to be the only reasonable person in the cast, but old guy only budges when he learns that Dogville(?) had been completely destroyed by the vampires. He gets all emotional over that, how Alexey did all that, for this...! Yeah, turns out that he was Alexey’s boyfriend there when Alexey sealed the box, and he stayed in Sakhalin because he didn’t want to leave Alexey. 

Yuliy is like “omg what a wonderful friendship” and old guy goes... “’Friendship’... yes, I guess that’s one way to call it.” 

(OK, he doesn’t say that, but let’s face it, we all did.) 

Meanwhile...(?????) the Jaeger gang arrives at Dogville, where the prof is searching for something, while the others bury the dead that have been lying there for... how many years now? One would think that Mother Nature had already taken care of that, but I guess we needed an emotional beat here for some reason.

I know I’m like a broken record, but I really wish that instead of the obviously forced thing with Ryouko, or the Hyakko clownery, the writers had spent more time on the Jaeger group. They’re supposed to be important for Yuliy, there’s supposed to be bonds here, but... it just comes off as forced because we never actually saw those bonds.

The next morning Iba is brooding by the window, being all tall dark and handsome, when Ryouko bursts in and tells him that Yuliy and Blondie have disappeared with the map they got from the old man. Iba is like “OK, we’ll go after them, I sorta remember the map after having glanced at it for a split second”. Okay. 

(Btw, Iba & Ryouko already have more chemistry than Ryouko ever had with Yuliy.)

Yuliy & Blondie are indeed out there in a blizzard, but suddenly they stop in their tracks because they find themselves facing a zombie army led by...

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SIGH.

...huh, this was long. Lots of stuff happened in this episode.

[alicedoessurveys]

VERY long survey

Where have you lived throughout your life? 

Birmingham UK

Do you find your job rewarding? 

N/A

What kind of cake did you have for your last birthday? 

chocolate

To you, which is better: English muffins or bagels? 

I enjoy both, but bagels.

Do you paint your nails? 

yes. although they're not painted at the moment because ive been cleaning the house so much the past couple days and its stripped my varnish off

What’s the last website you signed up for? 

a dating thing

Do you check your email everyday? 

yes, I cant stand having the little red number above the mail app 

Have you created any pages on Facebook?

yes but I dont have them anymore

Is there a subject that you absolutely suck at? 

every subject, but especially maths and science 

What’s your favourite song by Dave Matthews Band? 

I dont know any 

Are there people you have absolutely nothing in common with, but still enjoy talking to? 

I dot particularly enjoy talking to anyone :’)

Have you ever wandered around drunk with your friend? 

yes, we wondered around through the middle of Birmingham at 4am 

Are you good at holding back your laughter if needed? 

haha nope

Have you ever been so unfortunate to suffer from a hangover?

yes

Have you ever had a panic attack? 

many, I had to drop out of college because of them 

Are you deathly allergic to anything? 

nope

Have you ever had a mouse in your house? 

nope

Do you know anyone who DOESN’T have an ex? 

myself 

Is anyone you know really religious? 

my family

Are your eyebrows naturally thick? 

yes

Has speaking in front of people ever made you sick? 

not physically sick, but definitely felt it. the worst experience Ive had with speaking was in college when I had to give a speech then teach a 10 minute class. my throat totally dried up and I literally couldnt speak. everyone just stared at me and I was trying so hard not to cry. longest 10 minutes of my life and as soon as it finished I legged it out the room and burst into tears. 

What was the last movie that made you teary-eyed? 

Mary Poppins Returns almost got me but the last film to actually make me cry was Coco. That shit had me SOBBING!

Have you had two friends that absolutely hated each other? 

yes 

Has a laptop ever burned your legs? 

not really, I put a cushion on my lap normally

Do you know anyone who has a scar through their eyebrow?

no

Who was the last person to flip you off? 

probably rhys, as a joke

Anyone’s birthday coming up soon? 

my dad turns 50 next week

Would you ever wear fake eyelashes? 

I have done a few times but they annoy me

Are you good at following directions? 

no no no I get confused very easily

Do you have someone that you can just act a fool with and not care? 

yes rhys 

From where you’re sitting, can you touch a wall? 

if I reach behind me 

When at a restaurant, do you put your napkin on your lap? 

occasionally, it depends where I am and what im eating 

Do you prefer electric or manual pencil sharpeners? 

manual 

Are your biceps at all noticeable? 

they used to be before they went into hiding under a layer of fat 

Have you ever seen a walrus? 

nope

When it comes to dropping food, do you believe in the 10 second rule? 

no, I believe in the ‘what food is it’ and ‘how dirty is the floor’ rules

If given the opportunity, would you ride on a camel? 

yes. I was supposed to have gone on a camel ride in Tunisia ages ago but I was ill so we didn't get to go 

Do you believe that cellphones actually do cause cancer?

they could be. the number of people getting cancer has gone up a lot since everyone has mobile phones 

When people you know cry, does it make you feel like crying too? 

depends who it is 

Do you tend to jump to conclusions? 

yes. Im an anxious person so im constantly overthinking and I also find people really hard to read and can get

Are you good at remembering your friends’ birthdays? 

yes my brain cant remember important things but when it comes to dates its like a sponge 

Is there something you need to do, that you’re trying to avoid doing? 

getting a job

Ever pop someone else’s pimple? 

ew no

How long does it take you to fall asleep? 

about 15 minutes depending on how tired I am 

Do you crack your neck often?

no that freaks me out 

Did you have a weird dream last night? 

not that I can remember, I have been having a lot of weird dreams this week because im ill

Who do you sometimes compare yourself to? 

everyone. especially when im at the theatre, im constantly watching other people and wishing I could act like they can or look like them or have their style 

Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things? 

both

In what way are you your own worst enemy? 

every way, I dont look after myself at all 

What activities make you lose track of time? 

sims

When you help someone do you ever think, “What’s in it for me?” 

not really 

Who do you tell your secrets to? 

these surveys 

Who do you live with? 

my parents and our foster kids 

When did/will you graduate? 

I didn't 

When are you moving next? 

I have no idea. probably never 

When is the last time you took a vitamin? 

this morning, im fighting a cold 

Why are you stressed? 

im not too bad right now tbh

Do you need to return anyone’s phone call? 

nope

Where do you keep your birth certificate? 

no clue, my mom has it somewhere 

How many books are in your room?

a lot. I have quite a few on display and a whole bunch hidden away in my closet because theres no space for them anywhere else. I'll include some photos of the books in my room;

(the book on my bedside table in the second picture is actually a lamp that lights up when you open it)

Have you ever been IN a wedding? 

nope

What was the last thing you laughed out loud at?

probably my mom 

Do you have a nickname? Why? 

my family call my bongy or Ali bong, I dont know why.. (my name is Alice)

Have you ever had a bad concert experience? 

nope

When was the last time someone told you that you were beautiful/good-looking? Do people often tell you this? 

my mom tells me almost every day but Im like youre my mom of course you would say that 

Are you missing someone of the opposite sex atm? 

no

Want someone back in your life? 

meh

Are you currently sad about anything? 

actually nope

Are you wearing anything shiny? 

my pj top has glittery silver letters on

How important is a sense of humor in a significant other? 

very, I fall very easily for people who make me laugh

How many followers do you have on Twitter? 

198 (@alicethenerd if ya wanna follow 😉)

Do you sleep with the door open or closed? 

closed. I aint about letting those murderers and monsters just waltz straight in easy peasy 

Have you ever been to the beach? 

yes every summer since I was a kid 

Can you handle blood? 

nope

Do you pay your bills or do your parents?

I pay my own bills. no way my dad would be up for paying my bills, he already digs at me constantly about the fact that I live rent free even though I look after the foster kids and tidy the house more than he does

What’s your best friend’s middle name? 

Connor

Has any place hired you underage for a job? 

not officially

Have you ever barely passed a grade/year in school? 

yes

Have you ever carried a concealed weapon? 

no

Have you ever tried to sell something overpriced to someone? 

no

Do you plan to become very wealthy some day? 

I hope to become wealthy enough to not worry about having enough money to put fuel in my car anymore and to be able to pay back my parents and grandad for everything they've done for me 

Do you remember your first time going to the movies? 

no, but my earliest cinema memory was going to watch Monsters Inc with my dad when it was first released 

Does eating breakfast make you sick? 

if I try to eat before a certain time yes

Are you dying to say something to someone right this minute?

not dying to nope

Book series you enjoyed reading recently? 

im reading eve of man atm which apparently is going to be a series

Do you enjoy lying in the grass during the summer, and just existing? 

I prefer lying on a blanket, I dont like the feel of grass and I dont like the bugs crawling around 

Do you have a passport? If so, how many stamps do you have in it? 

yes, it doesn't have many stamps in because I lost the one that did have lots in and I havent been away much since getting the new one 

Are there any keys on your keyboard that have letters fading away? 

nope

Do any of your close friends have children? 

no

What do you plan on having for dinner?

we already had dinner, we had chippy

Do you like Chinese food, or do you find it disgusting? 

I only really like one meal 

Have the police ever come knocking on your door looking for someone? 

actually yes, literally a few weeks ago

Know anybody who works in a tattoo parlor? 

yes, my second cousin 

Have you ever played flashlight tag?

ive never heard of it

Could you call yourself a movie buff?

not really, im a huge movie fan but theres still a lot I need to see 

Have you ever had a piercing get infected?

never had a piercing 

Do you check your fire alarms when you’re supposed to? 

dad does it

Are you a shorts wearing kind of person? 

nope nope nope, my legs are not suitable for public viewing :’)

Is your grandparents’ house obsessively tidy?

not really no. my nan and grandpa’s house is always neat but not obsessively neat. my grandads house is full of clutter because my nan was a hoarder 

About how much can you bench press? 

I dont know, I havent lifted in years 

Have you ever had your phone die on you in the middle of a conversation? 

yes

Is anybody in your family a carpenter? 

no

Are you avoiding someone? 

yes

Do you call your boyfriend “Monkey”? 

I dont have a boyfriend but if I did I doubt id call him monkey

What’s your favorite primary color? 

yellow #hufflepuffpride

What were you for Halloween? 

nothing, I didn't dress up 

Do you have any clothes from Walmart? 

nope, we dont have Walmart here

When did you get a Facebook? 

about 10 years ago 

What color are your eyes? 

green/hazel

What motivates you? 

happiness

Can you walk in heels? 

nope

When was the last time someone asked you your age? 

the other day, my own mother forgot how old I was

Do you keep a journal? 

not really

Have you ever tried a weird flavor of vodka? 

never had vodka

Do you wear a ring on your finger? 

occasionally

What are you doing? 

watching ‘the greatest dancer’ and wondering if this survey is ever going to end 

What’s the last kind of soup you ate?

tomato 

Do you currently have a sunburn?

no. its winter

Who did you last text? 

my sister

Who’d you last call? About what? 

my mom, to ask her to come downstairs and let the dogs out because the baby was asleep on me and there was no way I was going to risk waking her up

Are you currently frustrated with someone? 

yes

Do you drink water or soda more often? 

water

Do you straighten your hair?

yes

When did you last talk to your brother or sister? 

today

What is your least favorite vegetable? 

all of them

Outside of family, name 3 people that make you smile/laugh often. 

Rhys, Addison, Jacob

In school, what subjects did you achieve your highest grades in? 

IT

Was there a subject that you enjoyed, but weren’t too good at? 

I didn't really enjoy any subjects at school

When was the last time something didn’t go to plan? What happened? 

today. I had planned to deep clean the bathroom but I went super dizzy and had to give up half way through cleaning 

Do you have any children? If not, at what age do you think you’ll feel ready to be a parent? 

I dont but I am seriously considering adopting one of our foster babies atm. I want to adopt anyway, theres no way I could be pregnant 

When was the last time you bought a new item of clothing?Describe it. 

I honestly cant remember, im due a shopping trip

Was your last Facebook friend request from a male or female?

female

Do you have an item of clothing that makes you feel especially beautiful? Describe it. 

not really no

Think of the last person that betrayed you. If they said they were sorry, would you forgive them? 

I would cautiously forgive him but I would also make sure he knew that how he treated me was not okay and that he really upset me and this would be his last chance. but tbh I think hes done with me so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Nastiest thing you’ve ever done? 

I dont know, I dont like being nasty

Have you ever been in a lighthouse? 

nope

What colour is your shower? 

I think its silver, ive ever actually noticed

Where do you order your pizza from?

dominos

When is the last time you had a serious talk with someone?

few days ago 

Do you find that you have a certain meal you eat every time you go to certain restaurants? 

yes, im a creature of habit

What colour is your bike?

silver & purple

What word can you not stand to hear people say? 

the c word, I cant even type it

What room of your house are you in? 

living room 

What is the temperature in your city right now? 

9°c

When did you last use a post-it-note?

last week in the script for the show im currently working on 

Would you ever want to own your own restaurant? 

yes

Do you have a fan in your bedroom? 

no I dont like them, they make too much noise 

Who is the last person that you took a picture with? 

one of our foster kids 

When is the last time you were stuck in a fairly long traffic jam?

the weekend before christmas 

Do you have certain friends that you hug every time you see them? 

not many

When was your most recent trip to an aquarium? 

almost two years ago 

What do you like in your salads and what dressing do you prefer? 

I dont like salads

If it has one, do you ever use the notepad function in your phone? 

all the time, Im constantly writing lists or reminders to myself 

How good would you say your memory is?

long term good, short term bad

About how many times during the night do you wake up from your sleep? 

a few times

Are there any air fresheners in your house? What kinds? 

multiple, we have plugs in and sprays and those automatic ones that go off every 15 minutes 

What’s one thing you’re glad you’ve done recently?

done my laundry :’) im on my last pair of pants!

Have you ever done something sexual that you regret? 

no

Do you like to sit in the sun and tan when it’s hot out? 

not really, I dont like being too hot

Ever had a person who was obsessed with you so much that it scared you? 

no

Can you drive, and if you can, do you like it? 

yes, I love driving most of the time 

Have you ever said anything to the last person you kissed that you regret? 

no

Do you like french fries?

yes

Have you ever eaten so much you puked?

not since I was a kid 

Do you care about what others think of your physical appearance? 

annoyingly yes

Would you rather go to Greece or France?

greece

[our-happygirl500-fan]

You mentioned Kichi’s parental issues... Could you expand upon that, even if it is just headcanon?

Well there’s the general headcanon of abuse but my idea for Kokichi’s backstory isn’t actually my own but from a fic I read on AO3, I can’t remember the name of it, I think it might have literally been called Dysphoria or something similar and not a lot of people read it and the author took it down like a month after finishing it because it touched upon some really sensitive and frankly uncomfortable stuff and I had only clicked on the story because the notes made an Umineko reference but the story despite its content was actually really well written and always kind of stuck with me. It’s very much like a WoH backstory and considering I always felt a similarity to Kotoko and Kokichi it kind of just stuck in my head.

I’ll put a read more, to sum up, what I remember of the story but tw for mentions or, rape, abuse, suicide attempts, and gender identity and confusion.

So the story was actually really well written and is from Kokichi’s POV from childhood to his time in the killing game to death and there is this reveal where you learn about Koharu along with Kokichi though I’m not sure if it counts as a big reveal because there are a lot of hints in the bits leading up to it but I’m not entirely sure how to do that with a summary.

The story kind of starts out from a woman’s point of view where she married an older man straight out of high school living in a small house, the man is abusive and often drinks but the woman has convinced herself that he loves her and their three-year-old daughter. She’s at the park trying to keep the other park patrons from noticing her daughters bruises worrying that her daughter will make trouble for her husband; she then notices another child with bruises, a boy who other mothers coo at and make comments about how boys always get up to mischief and roughhouse. The mother seems to have a realization and when she goes home she throws out all her daughters dresses and cuts the child's hair.

The story then jumps to a six to seven year old Kokichi’s POV where he’s making up some kind of story about a black eye that he has the other kids in his class ignore him a tell him that no one believes his lies anymore, a teacher who is implied to be new at the school later asks him if everything is alright at home and Kokichi remembers people coming by the house to check on his parents which led to his parents yelling and hitting each other and him so he starts spewing nonsense and annoying the teacher until the teacher doesn’t want to talk to him anymore.

Then there are a couple of scenes about Kokichi avoiding home and some thoughts about his parents, he wonders why his mother tries so hard to lie to everyone to pretend they’re a normal family and then wonders if none of the families are normal and everyone is just lying. 

When he finally does get home his mother is at work and his father is drunk, things get slightly violent and then there is what is very much implied to be a rape scene.

Later Kokichi tries to tell his mother what happened and his mother suddenly goes very quiet and calls him a liar, the mother gets more and more hysterical and starts hitting and beating Kokichi until he passes out calling him a liar the entire time.

He later wakes up with him mother repeatedly dunking his head into ice water so that his face doesn’t bruise telling him that they’ll all call her a bad mother if he goes into school like that. Later there is another implied rape scene and afterward, Kokichi decides not to tell his mother.

The story jumps to Kokichi being 8 or 9 in the middle of what is implied to be another rape scene by Kokichi’s father only for his mother to walk in and get into a fight with the father over what she saw, things get violent and the father ends up accidentally killing the mother right in front of Kokichi. The father horrified at what he’s done runs out of the house in a panic leaving Kokichi frozen in shock still on the bed staring at his mother’s corpse.

A neighbor walks into the house when she notices the front door left open and screams at the sight of the dead woman and child naked on the bed.

Police get involved and take Kokichi into custody and he has to explain while still implied to be in shock what happened, the police start calling social services and Kokichi hears two officers angrily talking about Kokichi’s dead disgusted that he raped his daughter and murdered his wife, the first part confuses Kokichi. Hospital scenes are then described with social services uncovering all the abuse and x-raying all the parts of his body. One of the doctors calls him a brave girl and Kokichi corrects him saying he’s a boy and the doctor suddenly goes quiet.

An investigation reveals Kokichi’s mother’s diary where she decided to raise her daughter as a boy because bruises are less noticeable on a boy and even expected than they are on a girl, some social workers try to explain this to Kokichi and even show him his birth certificate that says Koharu Ouma instead of Kokichi Ouma like he expected but it’s shown that he can’t really comprehend what they’re saying and thinks they’re lying.

They catch Kokichi’s father and he’s put on trial, Kokichi’s father insists repeatedly that he did not kill the mother and Kokichi notes the obvious lie because he saw it happen, Kokichi is brought in as a witness and describes what happens only for his father to angrily interrupt him and call him a liar. Kokichi is removed from the courtroom because he’s getting upset but he hears his father still yelling saying Kokichi is lying even as he’s led through the halls of the courthouse. Later Kokichi is told that his father committed suicide in his cell.

Kokichi ends up at what is implied to be Maki’s orphanage where he’s suddenly forced to wear girls clothes, placed in the girl groups and called Koharu. Kokichi tries to explain that he’s a boy and his name is Kokichi but every time he does the adults give him pitying looks and explain that he’s a girl and his name is Koharu. One of the older girls is put in charge of him and she grows very attached and possessive of him, she tells him about her best friend implied to be Maki who used to be so good at taking care of all the kids but left the orphanage suddenly one day. It’s shown that she misses Maki a lot and Kokichi literally thinks that she’s trying to use him to fill the hole that Maki left. Time passes and Kokichi’s hair grows longer and he starts looking like a girl. The girl who takes care of him will often do his hair and dress him up in dresses and tell him what a pretty girl he’s growing up to be and he will internally think that he’s a boy.

By age 11 Kokichi has started to comprehend what his parents did and starts thinking about how his identity as Kokichi is a lie but being Koharu feels more like a lie to him than being Kokichi and he mourns the fact that the truth feels like a lie and the lie feels like the truth. He walks to a bridge in the rain and contemplates jumping and ending it all, the girl who takes care of him suddenly appears and stops him but she ends up losing her footing and falling instead. She ends up drowning and the caretakers at the orphanage think that they were playing around and it was an accident but that she ended up saving Kokichi. Kokichi is horrified that his actions caused a death and feels no better than his father. Later Kokichi steals a pair of scissors and some boys clothes cuts his hair and runs away from the orphanage.

Kokichi lives on the streets for a while and ends up meeting another slightly older boy with hair covering one of his eyes who is working on something to earn food and cash. Kokichi wants in but the other boy looks at him doubtfully and says that a kid wouldn’t really help him Kokichi decides to lie about his age and say that he’s 13 instead of 11 to be taken more seriously. The two boys introduce themselves to each other and Kokichi uses the name Kokichi Ouma for the first time in a long time.

It then goes on about Kokichi picking up more people who are described to be the future members of DICE and Kokichi notes that he’s making his own family, one his mother would never have approved of but a family no less. He then notices that his chest is growing and panics not wanting DICE to ‘know about Koharu’ he starts skipping lunch and binding his chest, he doesn’t miss the meal since he couldn’t taste it anyway. Kokichi then panics again when he gets his first period, he then reads that anorexia can stop girls from receiving periods and he stops eating dinner. He deals with the hunger pains by drinking liquids his favorite being carbonated drinks like panta. He starts wearing white to ‘play the game on hard mode’ to put more pressure on him to stop his periods because if blood appears on white clothes he won’t be able to hide it. DICE member notice Kokichi is eating less but they think he’s reorganizing food to give them more to eat and note that their leader cares more about them than his own health Kokichi lets them think that and feels guilty for lying to the people he cares about and he begins thinking that any admiration they have for him is based on his lies to ‘keep Koharu a secret’.

He feels like a terrible person for lying to the people he’s close to and then starts thinking he must be a terrible person because of all the shit that life has thrown at him and it must have all been because he deserved it and this causes him to start thinking of himself in a more villain like persona.

Then the killing game starts and that goes about the same as most fics describe, he actually likes Tenko calling him a degenerate male. He has complicated feelings about his attraction to guys and whether that means he’s really Koharu or Kokichi but decides to lean into it sort of like a whole ‘I’m so comfortable in my own masculinity I can flirt with guys’ but that means he slightly overdoes it. He feels slightly uncomfortable if not angry at Momota and his idea’s of masculinity. He recognizes Maki as the girl who left the orphanage and a lot of the anger he directs at her stems from his own guilt over the death he feels he caused.

The hanger happens and Kokichi takes off his shirt and Kaito notices his bindings but doesn’t seem to know what they mean, instead asking Kokichi if he’s hurt or something. Kokichi waves off Kaito’s concern but is releaved that he’ll die as Kokichi Ouma instead of Koharu Ouma.

He says his final speech to Kaito on the fact that he’ll do anything to end the killing game and says ‘I had to lie to myself to keep myself sane’ and there’s a flashback of Kokichi’s mother calling him a liar for telling her that his father raped him, ‘I had to lie to myself to stay alive’ and there’s a flashback to him lying to teachers asking if things were alright at home and his parents arguments. 

He then finishes his speech and watches the press lower, he wonders what would happen if the first lie the lie that he was Kokichi Ouma had never been told and wonders what he would have been like if he had been raised as Koharu and if he would have been an honest person that anyone could like and get along with, he then decides it doesn’t matter because even if it was a lie being Kokichi Ouma was who he was and he was a liar afterall and it makes sense that his existence was a lie in and of itself.

I did a really poor job describing the fic because it was seriously well written and it’s deleted now so this is only from memory it was really emotional and I’m crying just remembering it but I really liked it so part of me always feels like this is Kokichi’s backstory. I also like the idea that he’s so thin because he’s deliberatley starving himself and the idea that he lied about his age and is tecnically younger than everyone.

[breathtaeker]

No one but you (Namjoon, You)

“I don't want a Christmas I'll forget Don't want it to be just me I don't need another pretty gift I don't even need a tree ‘Cause all I ever wanted Was a single dream come true And darling that's you No one but you” 

Song: No one but you by Daniela Andrade 

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,833

A/N: I wrote this in Namjoon’s point of view. The song inspired me to write this one and I found this song when Daithi De Nogla covered it.

Namjoon sat up groggily from his bed when he heard someone knock on his door. Someone needs to calm down. He thought when the knocking wouldn't stop.

"Namjoon-ah!" Someone called from outside.

He massaged his temple to ease his headache before sighing. "I'm awake. Please stop knocking!"

He took off his blanket revealing his bare torso and his pants from last night. He glanced at his night table and saw a glass of water and a couple of aspirins. He mentally thanked whoever left it in his table before taking a big gulp of the water with the aspirins before standing up and walking to the door. When he opened it he was met by Hoseok's bright smiling face which gave Namjoon more headaches that he had to look away. "Man, you look wasted."

"Thanks." He said, running a hand over his disheveled hair. "What do you want?"

"I want you to get cleaned up, so we can all talk downstairs."

Namjoon groaned before leaning his head on the door. "Already? But it's too early in the morning."

"Dude it's 2 o'clock in the afternoon." Hoseok chuckled. "Fix yourself. I'll meet your downstairs." He said before walking away, leaving Namjoon almost crawling back to bed.

Why did I even agree on going to that party. He asked himself trying to look for his phone. He shouldn't have agreed to come to a college party like that, but he knew the boys wouldn't take a no for an answer even though Jungkook almost threw his whole computer at Jimin when he dragged him out. Everyone needs to come to this party, even the introverts. It was their last party since everyone was going back to their home town to celebrate Christmas.

It would've been exciting for Namjoon, going back to meet old friends and his family. But the problem is, everyone was going away for the holidays even his family. So he wasn't meeting any of them soon. It was cool if you ask him, but what made him upset was he couldn't celebrate Christmas with the only person he wished and been dreaming to spend it with.

"Y/N," he mumbled. "Why won't you answer my calls."

Namjoon and Y/N planned to spend the Christmas together, but it all went downhill when they got into a fight after jealousy kicked-in in Namjoon's system that led him drunk in a stranger's Christmas party. He was so wasted that the boys had to carry him all the way to their shared apartment. He knew he didn't have to get jealous of anything knowing that Y/N only had her eyes on Namjoon, but when he saw Y/N's pictures with the way her guy friends looked at her made his blood boil to the point that he called her in the middle of her last class just to tell her to stop making guy friend. Y/N didn't liked it and they ended up having an argument that would haunt Namjoon for the rest of his life.

He regretted everything he said to her and wanted to make up for it, but Y/N suddenly pretended that he didn't exist and wouldn't answer any of his text nor his calls and Namjoon was about to lose his mind if it wasn't for his friends assuring him. "Everything will be fine, just give her some space to breathe and reflect on the things that happened." Jimin said, when he saw Namjoon looking at his phone still waiting for her response.

Now it was the last day before everyone was going back home tomorrow to celebrate Christmas and Y/N still hasn't taken notice of his presence.

When Namjoon went downstairs everyone was already waiting at the dining room, laughing and eating snacks. Seokjin saw him walk inside and invited him to sit down before he gave him some food to fill his stomach.

Namjoon was quiet during the whole conversation until Taehyung asked, "Hyung, do you want to come with me to my home town?" Then the whole attention was on Namjoon.

"Oh, yeah! What's your plan, Namjoon?" Seokjin asked, taking a seat.

Namjoon shook his head. "Nothing, I guess. I'm still waiting for Y/N."

"Did she called yet?" Taehyung asked and Namjoon sighed

"Let me guess.. nothing?" Yoongi said and Namjoon nodded.

"Well you can't just stay here and be lonely for Christmas." Hoseok stated.

"And what do you propose to our Namjoon-hyung then?" Jimin asked.

Hoseok shrugged. "Come with one of us. I assume everyone will be glad to welcome you to our home town anyway." He looked at the other boys and everyone nodded.

"Then what? Be lonely with you guys?" Namjoon asked before shaking his head. "I appreciate the invitation but I don't want to ruin anyone's Christmas just because I'm sulking that Y/N wouldn't talk to me because of my own dumb actions."

Everyone was quiet until Jungkook spoke, "So you're staying here?" Namjoon nodded.

"Dude, that would be so lonely." Taehyung whispered to Jimin.

Namjoon shrugged. "It's just another Christmas I won't remember anyway. It's fine."

"Do you want us to put up a small Christmas tree?" Hoseok asked quietly and Jimin nodded.

"Yeah, so we can at least give you a gift."

"I can let you play on my computer if you want." Jungkook suggested and Taehyung agreed before saying, "You can use mine too."

"We can cook you a Christmas dinner tonight if you want so you could at least feel a little bit of the Christmas spirit." Seokjinn suggested and everyone agreed. Namjoon smiled but shook his head.

"It's fine guys. I'm good--"

"Obviously," Yoongi started. "He doesn't want any of that; he just wants Y/N."

Namjoon sighed looking at his food. "Yeah." He muttered and everyone looked at each other. Taehyung raised his eyebrows when everyone just started nodding at each other before smiling knowingly.

"What?" Taehyung mouthed before giving the boys a What's-going-on-I-don't-get-it-help-me look. Jimin chuckled and elbowed his side before wincing.

"Alright, then." Hoseok said, standing up making Namjoon look up. "I need to pack up my things." He said before walking away, followed by the a giggling Jungkook and Jimin who was dragging a confused-looking Taehyung, "I'm confused." Namjoon heard Taehyung say in the distance.

"Finish your food, Man." Seokjin said before walking out of the dining room as well leaving Namjoon and Yoongi alone.

Yoongi stood up and put his plate on the dishes, "Call me if you changed your mind."

When yoongi left him alone, Namjoon sighed for the nth time today and looked at his phone again. Nothing. He thought. "Come on, Y/N. If you reply with a dot that would be more than enough."

~---~

The boys were carrying their luggage with Namjoon helping them carry Jimin's bag. "Hyung, you sure you don't want to come with any of us?"

"I'm positive." Namjoon said giving him his bag.

Hoseok snorted. "Well, you don't look anything positive right now."

"Shut up."

"How are you going to survive if there isn't anyone to cook for you." Seokjin asked. They were currently outside the building putting every luggage in two cabs because they're obviously not going fit in one cab.

Namjoon shrugged. "The convenient store is right there, hyung." He pointed out.

All of the sudden Taehyung hugged namjoon, "Merry Christmas, Hyung. Don't worry, our gift is on its way--"

Jungkook suddenly carried Taehyung away from Namjoon. "Alright! Time to go."

Namjoon watch Jungkook literally shove Taehyung inside of the cab followed by Jimin who wouldn't stop laughing. "Bye hyung! Everything will be alright!" He said, the other two turned around to wave happily at them.

"Well, at least they're positive." Hoseok said, before giving Namjoon a brief hug. "Give me a call if you changed your mind and I'll come back here to pick you up."

"I'll be alright." Namjoon assured.

"Yeah, you will." Hoseok said sarcastically before opening the car door. "Merry Christmas, bro."

"Take care of yourself." Seokjin said before seating on the shotgun, followed by Yoongi who was taking a seat next to Hoseok.

"Don't beat yourself too much, man."

Namjoon nodded and the boys gave their final waves before the cars started to move away from him with no idea what to do next.

"I wish Y/N was here."

~---~

Yo don't forget to eat. Hoseok texted.

Namjoon would've did what he said but he didn't really have any energy to do it and just laid on the couch watching cartoons.

He was planning on walking around the town to at least see what was happening this Christmas eve but his guts told him to just stay put, so he did. But he would be lying if he said he didn't feel lonely, sad, and more guilty than before because Y/N still wouldn't talk to him.

"Damn it!" He muttered when the call went straight to voice mail. "At least I know she's alright" He assured himself.

After the boys left, namjoon went straight to give Y/N's bestfriend a call asking if she was with her, and Namjoon had never felt so relief when she said yes.

"Can you please tell her that I'm sorry for being a complete asshole and I shouldn't have said any of those words to her." He asked before.

He sighed and walked lethargically to the kitchen to grab a beer. Might as well get drunk. He thought.

He heard a knock on a door but ignored it anyways assuming that it was the delivery guy. "He can wait." He muttered to himself, but as a good guy he went out to get his food so the delivery guy wouldn't wait too long. I can't believe I'm nice to some delivery guy but not to my girlfriend. He thought jogging to the door.

"Hey sorry I took so long--" He stop mid-sentence when he realized that it wasn't a guys; it was Y/N. Her hand was raised for another knock when it froze mid-air before her eyes landed at him. "Y/N."

She smiled. "Merry Christmas, jerk."

He pulled her into an embrace and Y/N laughed. "Y/N!! I'm sorry for what I said. I really I'm. Please forgive me." He said, hiding his face on her neck. Y/N laughed as she struggled to hug him back.

"Joon-ah, I can't breath." She said, and he loosened his grip and look at her.

When he saw her smile, he hugged her again and she laughed. "God, I'm really sorry. I was jerk. I shouldn't have said any of that to you. I promise I didn't mean any of it. Y/N please forgive me."

"It's fine, Namjoon. I know it was Jealousy talking." She assured hugging him back, but Namjoon shook his head. "What now?"

"You shouldn't forgive me." He mumbled and she laughed. "You should like punish me or something."

"That sounds kinky." She joked but Namjoon held unto her tighter. "It's fine. I still love you." She said and stopped when she felt her neck wet and heard quiet sniffing. "Wait.. are you crying?"

"No."

"Let me see." She said but Namjoon wouldn't budge. "Namjoon."

"I thought you wouldn't forgive me." He said in a small voice that made Y/N's heart break a little. "I'm really sorry."

"I told you," she started, moving away from Namjoon who was actually sobbing. "It's fine. I understand. You don't have to beat yourself up, I literally ignored you for a whole week. I think that was enough punishment."

"I'm just really sorry--"

"If you don't stop saying that I'll lock you outside while I eat the food that I brought for you inside your apartment." She threatened and he chuckled wiping his tears with the back of his hands. "Man, I can't believe you actually cried. I didn't think I was worth anything like that." She laughed and Namjoon took her hands.

"You are worth everything."

"Oh shut up and just kiss me already." She smiled before wrapping her arms around his neck and tiptoeing to give him a kiss which Namjoon gladly accepted.

Y/N wanted it to be a quick kiss but when she was about to move away Namjoon pulled closer and angled his head to deepened the kiss. When it ended both of them were breathless but Namjoon was about to dive right in again when she put both of her hands on his chest. "Whoa there, tiger."

He chuckled. "Merry Christmas to me."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Are you gonna let me in or are we eating this chicken here?"

All of the sudden he realized that they were still outside and immediately pulled Y/N in before taking the foods in her hand and placing it on the table.

"Wow," She started. "No decorations, huh. Not even a tree."

Namjoon shrugged before taking her hand for her to seat. "I don't want that."

"Then where would you put your gift then."

"Don't want that either." He said and Y/N looked at him weirdly as if the words coming out of his mouth was foreign to her.

"Dude, we're talking about Christmas here." She said incredulously and he nodded.

"I know."

"Then how come you don't have anything that actually feels like it's Christmas? Christmas is like one of the best time to make memories and--"

"I'd probably forget it." He said nonchalantly and Y/N gestured vaguely looking both offended and speechless. Namjoon chuckled and took both of her hands. "I don't want a Christmas tree or any fancy gifts and Christmas won't make me any happy memories; you would." He said and Y/N's mouth form in an 'O' shape. "All I want is you, no one but you."

Y/N was too speechless to say anything and just looked down trying to hold in a grin. "You know, you didn't have to be that cheesy, right?" She chuckled.

"I know but you look really cute whenever I say something cheesy." He said and she rolled her eyes before smiling.

"How dare you attack my weakness."

He shook his head. "No. Your weakness is when I do dumb aegyo for you and then I get really embarrassed." He pointed and she laughed.

"Whatever. I'm going to eat already." She said opening the paper bag full of food and he chuckled before reaching out to take it from her.

"Let me do it for you." He said before standing up and walking away. Namjoon came back with plates in his hands with food in it.

"That was quick."

They ate and talked happily, even laughing out loud as if they were the only people on the planet. Of course when they were done eating Namjoon took out the beer and the two of them drank it all.

"By the way," Namjoon started, pulling his drunk girlfriend closer as they watch the Simpsons. "What made you come here even though I was a big jerk to you."

"Your brothers told me.." She slurred.

"What?"

"Your brothers. You know, your buddies? Hoseok, Yoongi, Jin and the other cuties. They called me yesterday."

"They did?" He asked and she nodded snuggling closer.

"They called one by one. Each one of them tried to convince me to come here, Hoseok even said the exact words you said about being a jerk."

"And what were those words exactly?"

"Oh you know being an asshole."

He nodded and hugged her tighter. "I can't believe they did it."

"Well they did. They told me that I was their gift for you." She chuckled.

"What?"

"Yoongi said that you refuse to accept any gift so they asked me to be your gift or something–I don't know–I'm going to sleep." She slurred trying stand up and Namjoon helped her stand. Namjoon half-carried her to his room before tucking her to bed.

"Merry Christmas, babe." He muttered before kissing her forehead. Namjoon walked outside to grabbed his phone and dialed a number, he walked in front of the room waiting for the receiver to pick up.

"Hoseok." He called, smiling.

"What's up?" He heard from the other line.

"Thanks for the gift." He said sincerely.

Hoseok laughed. "Did our gift came?"

"She sure did." Namjoon muttered looking at Y/N. "Thanks, man."

"Well then you better call the others because they did their fair share in convincing her." He said and Namjoon heard someone call Hoseok's name. "I got to go, we're in the middle of a game. Merry Christmas, Joon!"

"Merry Christmas, man." Namjoon muttered not wanting to wake Y/N up and then he ended the call.

Namjoon went on to call the others and thanked them. He was thankful for everything they did but Yoongi cut in saying that they were just giving him the only present he'll take.

Namjoon chuckled. "You know me well, hyung."

"Well the only thing I know about you is your dream to be with Y/N all the damn time." Yoongi said and Namjoon laughed thinking how lucky he was to have brothers that made his wish come true and it was no one but you.

END

Masterlist

[star-blossom]

85 questions tag

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people  i really don’t know who tag so i’m gonna tag some random people, you do it only if you want to and even if you’re not tagged, you an do it  - @qianloveclub, @softforjungwoo, @osakaprinceyutaa, @nanasboi, @renjunchokingnct 

stole from @norencult

* Last…?

1. drink ─ coke (i always drink for dinner)

2. phone call ─ telepizza (okay but really, i was getting my dinner but unfortunately it didn’t work)

3. text message ─ a friend (we were talking about me listing to Avril Lavigne)

4. song you listened to ─ what the hell - avril lavigne (^^^)

5. time you cried ─ this might sounf dumb for you but it was yerterday because of renjun: i was watching to the 5th ep of 5th season of nct life (nct life entertainment retreat with nct dream) and one of their “missions” was talking about their memories and that stuff around a campfire, and their liders (SUJU’s Leeteuk and Shindong) asked renjun to send a video-letter to his family and, in the middle of that video-letter, he started crying and i’m such an emotional bitch and i literally started crying with him...  you can also ask to @nanasboi because i was talking about it with him and even sent a video ahahgsjhag 

* Ever…?

6. dated someone twice ─ nop, i’m not that type of person

7. kissed someone and regretted it ─ yes lmao, the person i lost my bv ahahaa

8. been cheated on ─ yes

9. lost someone special ─ yeah.. not from my family it was SHINee’s Jonghyun and, from my family, it wasn’t a person but my dog.. i miss her :(

10. been depressed ─ i don’t think so..

11. gotten drunk and thrown up ─ N O P i don’t drink okay kids :) 

12. fave colors ─ blue (any shape of), pink, red, black.. 

* In the last year have you…

15. made new friends ─ YAS and i’m so happy i met them all!

16. fallen out of love ─ yes 

17. laughed until you cried ─ A LOT AHAHAHAJ it’s so easy to makeme laugh tho

18. found out someone was talking about you ─ a lot as well, and almot all the times were bad things specially because in the morning when i’m going to school i always walk with a fucking bad bitch face and don’t talk to anyone and people like to creat lies over me lmao

19. met someone who changed you ─ hmm yes, not in bad things like drugs and that stuff but mentay you know? 

20. found out who your friends are ─ unfortunatle, yes, and they’re not good people as i thought

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list ─ yeah :v 

* General

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl ─ idk ???????????

23. do you have any pets ─ yes, i have a withe cat called mingas

24. do you want to change your name ─ no, i like my name actually (daniela)

25. what did you do for your last birthday ─ i.. i don’t remember ????? OMG WHAT I DON’T REMEMBER AHAHAJHAJ 

26. what time did you wake up today ─ 9am

27. what were you doing at midnight last night ─ probably talking with alo about nct 

28. what is something you can’t wait for ─ i don’t have anything now that i “can’t wait for” to happen actually.. but, maybe, see my friends because i haven’t  seen them for so long :( 

30. what are you listening to right now ─ star blossom - doyoung feat. sejeong (gugudan) (omg i love this song so much :(() 

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom ─ no hajhahjajh 

32. something that’s getting on your nerves ─ when someone doesn’t let me talk and that happens a lot on my daily routine (unfortunately)

33. most visited website ─ my school blog ? 

34. hair colour ─ light green and a little blonde in the middle ahsjahsga

35. long or short hair ─ medium 

36. do you have a crush on someone ─ taking kim jungwoo out,no idon’t have, i’m more focused now on school tbh

37. what do you like about yourself ─ my kindness and friendliness i think

38. want any piercings? ─ yes i want, at leats, one on my mouth

39. blood type ─ idk :c 

40. nicknames ─ nini (only alo can call me this!!!!), danny and compal ahdgaj compal because my last name is Silvestre (wild in english????) and we relate my name with red fruits like blackberry and things like that and smeone started to calling me compal and it stayed 

41. relationship status ─ single pringle

42. zodiac ─ scorpio (best sign cof)

43. pronouns ─ she/her

44. fave tv shows ─ stranger things :) but k-dramas maybe W - two worlds, the lover, while you were sleeping, she was pretty, strog woman do bong soon, weightlifting fairy kim bok joo

45. tattoos ─ i want some and, for now, i have one (1) idea and it’s a black paw it a “Z” on it with my skin tone in memory for my death dog :(

46. right or left handed ─ right handed

47. ever had surgery ─ no 

48. piercings ─ refer to #38

49. sport ─ i don’t play nothing because i’m a lazy girl

50. vacation ─ i want to visit asia in general :( mostly japan and thailand 

51. trainers ─ wait what

* More general

52. eating ─ whell if its what a ate today was rice with chicken i think at lunch and rice with croquettes at dinner 

53. drinking ─ coke as i said

54. i’m about to watch ─ my life ending :)))

55. waiting for ─ ending doing this and go to sleep tbh it’s getting late and i’m sleepy (it’s 1am)

56. want ─ TO SLEEP

57. get married ─ please no

58. career ─ something related to photography and, joking obviously, i told to my mom once “if everything goes wrong here, i’m going to do an audition for sm as back up dancer” and she agreed so,,,, why not? :) 

* Which is better

59. hugs or kisses ─ both i just want affection ;((

60. lips or eyes ─ eyes, for sure

61. shorter or taller ─ taller or the same height

62. older or younger ─ older or the same age even i dated 2 people younger than me ahsjah 

63. nice arms or stomach ─ idk, i don’t really like a muscular person

64. hookup or relationship ─ relationship 

65. troublemaker or hesitant ─ team too-lazy-to-be-either (agree with ren tho,, can i call you like this?)

* Have you ever

66. kissed a stranger ─ uh yes on the cheek jahsja but not in the mouth lmao

67. drank hard liquor ─ no i DON’T DRINK

68. lost glasses ─ everythime, everywhere

69. turned someone down ─ hm... probably yeah... 

70. sex on first date ─ no, please no

71. broken someone’s heart ─ yes....

72. had your heart broken ─ a lot

73. been arrested ─ no habjs

74. cried when someone died ─ hummmmmmmmm i have feelings, okay? 

75. fallen for a friend ─ who never??????????????

* Do you believe in…?

76. yourself ─ uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh not as musch as i wanted to :) 

77. miracles ─ eh,,

78. love at first sight ─ yes, it happened with me with jungwoo so :))) 

79. santa claus ─ no :) he’s not real kids, i’m sorry

80. kiss on a first date ─ sure why not ?

81. angels ─ renjun is a walking angel on earth (OKAY IM GOING TO  LET THIS HERE AND OFC I HAVE TO AGREE WITH REN)

* Other

82. best friend’s name ─ david and christianne

83. eye colour ─ vvvv dark almost black actually 

84. fave movie ─ the conjuring 

85. fave actor ─ am i the only one who doesn’t have a fave actor/actress????? yeah maybe 

OKAY I CAN FINALLY GO TO SLEEP bye loves :) 

[pagesoflauren]

A Thousand Years (vampire!Jack Lowden x reader AU) - Part 8

Part 7 Masterlist

“I bought us tickets to go to the history museum,” Y/N states plainly one evening as she’s eating dinner. Jack is amusing himself with one of Socks’s cat toys when she says this and he stops. “Which museum?” “Museum of Modern History.”

Jack snorts a laugh.

“What?” “Nothing, it’s just…some of my stuff’s there.” “What do you mean?” “Like, I told you I sold some of my stuff to collectors and museums? That museum is one of those places.” “Did they pay you well, at least?” “Oh yeah. They paid for the TV, its mount, the couch and this table.” “Why did you even get a dining table if you didn’t eat?” “We didn’t see the point in getting another couch to face the kitchen. Plus, if we ever moved out of the house, we’d just leave the table and then the new family coming in would have one.” “How generous of you,” she quips. “Anyway, I got the tickets for the ‘overnight hours’ for you vampire folk so that we don’t have to worry about the sun coming out while we’re there. We’re going Friday night at 10:00.”

“What in the freaking world,” Y/N says, tilting her head to look at a teapot that was meant to look like an elephant, but looked more like an elephant that got its body parts mixed up. “The 1700s was a wild time,” she says sarcastically, filling out the questionnaire her professor had given her.

She had to be here for an assignment as part of one of her classes to complete a history minor, which didn’t have much to do with her psychology major, but she liked history, so why not minor in it?

“I’ve made better teapots than that,” Jack critiques, wrinkling his nose. “Do you know how to do pottery?” “Yeah, it was the, um, what do you kids say? The ‘OG’”—he uses air quotes—“pottery wheel and kiln. No electronics, just a bunch of gears attached to a tabletop and fire.” “I can’t believe you just used the term ‘OG.’” “I’m trying to be hip and with it!” “Shh,” she hushes when his voice gets too loud, “Yes, dear. You’re catching up nicely with the modern lingo.” “Thank you,” he says, smiling a closed lipped smile, causing his dimples to appear and eyes to crinkle up.

Y/N giggles. “Whenever you smile like that it reminds me of a teddy bear. Or Winnie the Pooh! Like a little Pooh Bear,” she says, patting his cheek, “It’s so cute.”

Jack’s eyebrows immediately knit together, his face dropping down into a frown. “I’m not cute,” he says as she rolls her eyes and begins walking away. “I’m a vicious, blood-drinking monster with...with fangs and a body count!” “You’re a 167-year-old grump with a fluffy black cat who fusses over his girlfriend and acts all bashful when she kisses his face.” “I do not!” he says indignantly.

She balances on her toes and presses a light kiss to his cheek. When he doesn’t soften immediately, she kisses him repeatedly until he melts under her touch. “Told you,” she says, her face plastered with a smug look. “Come on,” she smiles, grabbing his hand and tugging him to another exhibit, “I gotta answer questions about your time.”

She leads him to the 1800s wing. There’s a slideshow of old photos projected against a wall while other artifacts litter the floor in glass cases. “Y/N, here, look,” he says, finger pressing against the glass to point at an old opened diary, the pages yellowed due to the passage of time and faded curly handwriting scribbled on it. “Is that yours?” “No, it’s Thomas’s.” “Hm, yeah, I don’t think your handwriting’s that nice,” she said sarcastically, a teasing smile on her face. “I’ll have you know I had some of the best handwriting in Oxton.” “Right, and that town has how many people in it…?” “Anyway, what’s the next question on your paper there?”

She laughs at his not-so-subtle attempt at changing the subject, her eyes scanning the paper before landing on the question she needs to answer. “‘What two occupations did John Cochrane have?’” “Oh, I had a beer with him once. He was a lawyer and a chess player. Smart guy but he’d drink himself stupid. I think he preferred just playing chess and hated his job being a lawyer, but I dunno.” “What was he doing in Oxton?” “Passing by. He had to spend the night at an inn before going to Edinburgh.” “How old were you?”

Jack thinks for a minute before answering that he was sixteen.

“Dang, look at you, brushing shoulders with Scottish greats and all.” “Not just Scottish ones, had dinner with Winston Churchill once.” “You had dinner?” “Well, he had dinner, I was just sitting at the table.” “What was he like?” “Didn’t really care much for me. There’s a bit of a stigma against vampires if you can’t tell. But your generation isn’t as bad as previous ones.” “Lucky for both of us,” she smiles and he leans down to kiss the crown of her head.

They’re pulled from their conversation when a tour group passes by and the tour guide gestures to a portrait of David Dunbar Buick. Jack’s heightened hearing sensitivity allows him to pick up a small tidbit of what the guide is saying: “…he was known to be a very generous and kind man, very intelligent, obviously…” Jack leave’s Y/N’s side and begins walking over, “Actually he was a cocky zounderkite who got lucky.”

He feels Y/N’s warmth coming towards him before he feels her hand tugging at his arm. “Jack,” she warns quietly. She’s comfortable around Jack, but at the moment there’s a crowd of vampires looking at him and now her. She could be imagining it, but it seems like they’re eying her as if she were a Christmas feast.

“Just a second, love,” he says dismissively, patting her hand, “He wasn’t generous at all! He flaunted his money everywhere because quite frankly he had nothing else to his name.”

“Actually, I wasn’t gonna say anything but it’s true,” another vampire speaks, coming to the front of the group with a boy in tow. Y/N’s eyebrows raise in curiosity; this boy isn’t quite as pale as the rest of the group.  “I grabbed a beer with him once and all he had to talk about was his money. He wasn’t very nice at all.” “Gentlemen, please, I’m just giving a tour and following a script,” the guide says, shrugging exasperatedly. “Yeah, love, c’mon,” the boy says, tugging the other vampire’s arm. He huffs and leads him towards Jack and Y/N, and she shrinks a little more behind Jack.

“Hey, mate,” the other vampire greets. “Hi,” Jack replies, holding his hand out, “I’m Jack.” “Garrett. This is my boyfriend, Ash.” “Nice to meet you, Ash,” Jack smiles, shaking his hand as well. “This is my Y/N,” he says, bringing her to his side. She smiles and shakes both their hands. Ash’s hand is warmer than Garrett’s. He’s human.

“Have you got Anderson as well?” Ash asks, pointing to Y/N’s clipboard with her homework packet on it. “I do! I’m in his 10:00 class.” “I am too. I sit in the back, though.” “Oh, no wonder I’ve never seen you, I sit in the front.” “What question are you on?” he asks, coming over to Y/N’s other side and looking at her paper. He’s only a little bit behind and she catches him up with her so that they can finish the worksheet together.

“So, how’d you meet?” Garrett asks as they trail after their significant others who are laughing animatedly and jotting down their answers to the questions. “Oh, I work at the bar across the street from campus, I don’t know if you know it, the Lion and Rose?” “Oh yeah, yeah, Garrett’s gone there with a couple of his mates after exams and stuff.” “Yeah, she just needed something to help her sleep and it was just me and her.” “Oooh, nice, did you tap it?” “What no!” Jack laughs, “No I didn’t. What about you, how’d you two meet?” “We met through a friend at a club. You know the one on Grand Avenue?” Jack shakes his head, “No, no, I’ve been—what is it the kids say—‘off the grid’ for the past twenty years or so. I’m catching up now since I’ve met her.” “Ah, I see. Well, yeah we met there, got a bit drunk at a club and did karaoke. I took him home and he asked me to stay, and I mean…I did, of course, cuz I mean, look at him, he’s adorable.”

Jack follows Garrett’s gesture to find them a good distance away, talking gesticulatively about a typewriter.

“And then he made breakfast for me and I just ate it away because I can’t say no to him—“ “I know that feeling.” “Right!? It’s so hard to deny him anything. I literally bought him a pair of shoes he didn’t need because he batted those damn eyelashes at me.” “Oh, I just spoil her. She gets mad at me then I just smile at her and then it’s fine.” “Aww, that’s so sweet. Oh, wait, right, the story. I mean, I didn’t wanna come out and meet the other uni students he lives with so I just stayed his room. We talked, watched movies and he kept feeding me. Then when the sun went down I was leaving and he started realizing that I didn’t eat. He started blushing—they’re cute when they blush, aren’t they?”

Jack chuckles and nods.

“Yeah. He kept apologizing and I just thought it was really sweet and endearing. We’ve been together for about four months.” “That’s so sweet,” Jack says.

“Do you know any other couples like…us?” Y/N asks. “I don’t, actually. But not a lot of people have really turned their nose up at Garrett. There were just issues when he met my parents.” “Yeah, I had the same thing. My dad is still such a stickler about it.” “I think they’ve come around to it now. Can I ask you though, have you thought about…the biting thing?” “Oh. Yeah, I have. I don’t want to be a vampire. Not yet, at least. I might change my mind later on. I’ve been wrestling with the idea of having kids. I’ve always wanted a family and I’d love to have one with Jack but I don’t know if it’s possible.” “Well I’m sure you guys can figure something out. I don’t think it’s impossible.” “Yeah. We’ll see. I’m just trying to graduate now.” “Same here. What’s the next question?”

Later, when Y/N and Ash have finished their homework, they make plans to have dinner together, Ash making a joke about how he’d love to actually eat with someone instead of eating while Garrett sits across from him.

“You know I can hear you, right?” Garrett says as he frowns. “Oh, please Garrett, you can’t possibly get upset over me actually wanting to eat with someone. And don’t worry, you’ll have Jack to grump about shit with.” “I am not grumpy!” both vampires say, scowling and crossing their arms. Ash and Y/N just laughed. “I’ll see you on Monday!” Y/N says, “And I’ll sit next to you now.” “Thank you, the people who normally sit around me are like rocks. They’re so boring.” “Don’t worry, we’ll be in the back talking shit about these two,” Y/N says, pointing at their boyfriends who only frown more. “Alright, that’s enough chatting for tonight, let’s go,” Jack says, reaching out for Y/N’s hand, who grabs it as she shares another laugh with Ash at their boyfriends’ eagerness to get the two gossiping humans away from each other.

They walk to the car, Jack having shed his coat to keep Y/N warm.

“You don’t actually think I’m a grump, do you?” “I don’t know, you’re kinda grumpy sometimes. But you’re also a big dork. And I love you, anyway. You’re like Hades and I’m Persephone,” she giggles. “Yeah, and Socks is Cerberus.” “And we’re all one happy little family.”

He laughs at that, leaning to kiss her cheek as he brakes at a red light.

“One happy, grumpy, mischievous little family.”

[neither-rat-nor-human]

@thxvoidwalker​ liked the post and thus twisted my arm. 

Used the heart’s quotes for Sam a lot as inspiration. the first bit is literally when he’s pretty young, 19-20 something or other. I wanted to kinda chronicle his life a little? IDK but yeah.

Things to remember: 

"Samuel Beechworth went to sea to forget a hopeless love. He succeeded."

Samuel talking about his wife, whose moods were akin to that of the temperament of the Wrenhaven River

Here you go:

Earth 1, 1791

          The Fugue Feast finally ended, it's about damn time too. The people running around naked, some people spilling guts on the cobblestones more than normal--I'm just glad that that Abbey finally called it off. Never did like the Abbey much but they're better than just chaos. Anyways it's the start of a new year I suppose and Ma got me this book to write in for when I go out to sea or out on the river. "Bring back good stories" she tells me, but there's hardly anything to tell about. Not really.           Cassie came around this morning after the Abbey was done with its prayers and songs and the like. Asked me to dinner, which I of course accepted. Family and folks I work with are expecting us to wed, which I honestly wouldn't mind one bit. Cassie is a sweet woman, only a little younger than myself. Don't mind that, hate the idea of marrying a 16 year old girl anyways like what's sometimes expected. The only complaint I have is that Cassie is like the sea; sometimes she tossing and wailing and having a temper that would make a storm shy away. Most days she's sweet as honey, so I can't complain.

          Speaking of women, my brother Vernon found a woman while he was running around with the other Feasters or whatever you can call them. I've seen her in the market a few times while bringing in a haul for Old Man Jones. She's a sallow looking creature with a dark look in her eye. Like she knows too much about something. Sells charms and spells and the like. She might be a wicked thing but I can swear by what she sells. One of the other men, he's got one of her charms. Says he bought it last Clans and I'll be damned if he hasn't brought in some of the best haul in the last few months.

          Maybe I'll look into one?

Earth 4, 1791

          Ma says I need to write every day, keep myself well-read if I've ever going to get anywhere. Well at least she's not disappointed that I wasn't chosen to be an Overseer. Pa wanted me to be one so damn bad and I know it shamed him that I ain't one. But being a fisherman ain't half-bad either. It's good honest work, get to spend time to myself a lot and thing. Mind the river and such. Old Man Jones is thinking about putting me on a charter soon, go out on a big ol' boat and bring in a massive haul. Him and a few other market folk are talking about going in together. The further out the bigger the fish they say. Stars know how big.

          The dinner with Cassie went without incident. She made a pheasant, which is out of season so who knows how much that set her back. But it was damn good. A stick-to-your-ribs sort of good. I'm proud of myself I guess, not being boastful or anything, but to have a lady like Cassie wanting me for her husband? Well I guess I'm a better man than I thought I was.

          Dinner's nearly finished. A Hagfish Casserole. Most folk would turn their noses at the thought, but Ma always did know how to make 'em. 

          Maybe I'll tease Vern about his crazy lady-love later.

Earth 5, 1791

          Jotting this down--teased Vern about "Mag" last night after dinner. Nothing bad, No names. Nothing like that.

          He called Cass a crazy, two-bit cunt. We both got black-eyes but only he ended up in the river.

Earth 6, 1791

          Was too tired and too pissed to elaborate yesterday after fishing for Jones but all I know is that for now I'm sleeping in my damn boat and ain't no one can stop me from it neither. I only said she was a funny, wild bird that was all. And that I hoped she wouldn't get caught with all that occult business. I earnestly meant it too. Jackass caught me right in the eye. Called Cassie what he did and now I'm so pissed I could spit all the bile out of my damn belly. I don't want to look at his sorry ass when I get up to head out to bring in fish for Jones. I'd probably wring his blasted throat.

          Good riddance

          Cassie came to the docks today, to talk before I shipped off. Not used to that but I should be, we're talking about maybe Month of Seeds, haven't talked to anyone yet about it, just her folks but we told them to keep it hush. For the best honestly until we really get to it and start trying to get things prepared. I wish I could say Pa or Vern could be the best man but neither is looking like too good of a chance.

          Maybe Bernie or maybe Old Man Jones, he's always done right by me, even in the lean times. Gave me work when other places said they didn't need none. "I knows a sailor when I sees one" he told me. Always did have a thing for boats and the sea and learning about it. I'm getting ahead of myself now, just getting lost in thought. Anyways should dim the lantern and get some shut eye. 

          Thankfully it's still warm out.

Earth 7, 1791

          It fucking rained.

Earth 10, 1791

          Cassidy found me huddled under my boat in a makeshift hut, writing from her house still trying to shake the chill from my bones, might catch ill considering it's been a cold rain that last few days. She asked "why is my husband sleeping outside like some homeless fuddy when I know damn well he's got himself a Ma, a Pa, a Brother, and a good warm cot to sleep on every night?". Told her what happened with Vernon, but left the words out. Said it came to blows and that was that. She understood, but from the look in her eye she knew I was holding something back from her. I don't want to repeat those words that Vernon spoke to her. I love her too much to put her into one of her dark, melancholies.

          I really do love her don't I?

Earth 14, 1791

          Been sicker than I thought I would be. Cass first went to Jones, told him the news but thankfully he says that I still got a job once I'm back on my feet. Then she got Ma. And Ma came today, didn't question why I wasn't home, I guess anymore I'm the good son but she wants me to come home as soon as I'm well again. That's fine. I want an apology from Vernon first, don't care if I have to get him sticking drunk to do it either, I'll beat it out of him if I have to. 

          Cassidy is a good woman, not some wanton thing who hunts in the bars for something to take home with her.

          Told Ma what Vernon did when I don't think Cass was in ear shot, after telling her my side of it, still remember to a T what I said and I hid none of it. She turned red as a Morley Apple. Pretty sure she'll rip his ears off dragging him here to share his apologies.

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          Evening now. Ma dragged Vernon here and he apologized to not only me but to Cassie as well. Not surprised that when I explained to her what he said it put her in a right foul mood. Thankfully she couldn't stay too mad for long, least I don't think she did at any rate. I'm still weak from hacking so much, was worried I would bring up blood but none came. Just a horrible cold that will go away eventually. I'll be better in a few days’ time with all the care that Cassie is giving me. The Sea-Woman is a gentle tide these past few weeks.

Earth 16, 1791

          Was finally able to return to work today, though Jones had me working at the market. "You just got well!" he says to me, "best to let yourself recover out of the Wrenhaven's air!" I don't think he understands that the river is my blood. It's always been good to me. But I won't go and step on toes. I don't like working with people too much, not in this kind of business. But I'll do as Old Man Jones asks and do the bargaining side of things for a while. It didn't go too bad today. The Day before the Abbey Sermons is always quiet. Seems as if people tend to fast on these days, heard a passing Overseer say once that it was to "hunger all the more for the words of truth the abbey can provide". Bunch of piss if you ask me, not that I would ever say it out loud.

          Cassie asked last night when I was gonna get a ring for that lovely hand. I told her it was a surprise, a bride ought not know when she'll be getting her promise ring just like a groom ought not see his bride's gown. Bad luck and all that. Really it's more of the fact I want to save up for a pretty thing for her. Something she'll be proud to look at and wear. She would probably marvel at a plain iron band but I want Sweet Cassidy to wear something silver or gold. She deserves that, my dear storm of a woman.

Earth 17, 1791

          No work today on account of it being a Sermon Day. Pa dragged me to it this time since I missed the last few ("on yer boat or with yer head in the clouds! They could see it in your eyes that you were just a fool from birth!" then ain't he a fool too for putting me in Ma's belly?). I'm glad that it's over and I'm out on the dock now at the pier. It's a good day and the water of the Wrenhaven is warm to the skin. It's like the water itself missed me as much as I missed it. Will go to see Cassie tonight, see if she might want to come to dinner next Sermon Day. Ma always tries her best to make a good meal and she'll appreciate Cassie's help in the kitchen to I'm sure of it.

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          Cassie wouldn't see me, her mood's gone sour. Mrs. Bould told me she had been fine this morning and then around lunch she turned on a coin, threw a fit, and took to bed. My poor girl, I know she'll give me grief eventually but I'll deal with it best I know how.

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92 things!

yiKes im so late to this but i was tagged by @craighsiao, @kittenmusicals, @pbophelia, @zigisbisexual, and @mermaidwarriorqueen yall are so crazy i love yall thank u w all of my heart :’)))

THE LAST:

1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: my mom 3. Text message: "dont watch princess bride” w a pic of it buffering from my friend lmao 4. Song you listened to: fetish by selena gomez my newest bop 5. Time you cried: an hour ago bc of my shit eyebrows that got Ruined!

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: lol

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: lol no

8. Been cheated on: LOL 9. Lost someone special: yes 10. Been depressed: hooyeah 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: not yet djfakld

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. millennial pink lol 13. periwinkle 14. maroon

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: hooooo boy yeAH irl and on tumblr!! 16. Fallen out of love: specifically w thomas hunt sry bb 17. Laughed until you cried: me 24/7 18. Found out someone was talking about you: hajdhf yeah but she cried and apologized so we’re cool now 19. Met someone who changed you: omg yes so much 20. Found out who your friends are: yesyeysyes i luv them 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: who still uses fb

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: none?? 23. Do you have any pets: an inside cat, 3 strays outside that we just feed and they just chill out here, and also some fish that are like 6 years old 24. Do you want to change your name: i wanna switch my first and middle name 

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: i went on vacation in florida and new orleans with my best friends hfjakdhf 26. What time did you wake up: 12:30 my sleeping schedule is fucked 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching makeup vids lol 28. Name something you can’t wait for: TRR CHAPTER 15!!!!! 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 30 mins ago idk 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my ability to talk to people bc my anxiety!! ahhaha!!!! 31. What are you listening to right now: FETISH BY SELENA GOMEZ A BOP!! 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: no?? 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my fukxign eyebrows that the lady messed up ughggjkhsd 34. Most visited Website: is this even a question lmao tumblr and youtube 35. Mole/s: ugh i have one on my stomach and it bothers the shit out of me but i have more in other places im just too lazy to look 36. Mark/s: do cat scratch scars count bc i got a lot of those 37. Childhood dream: my mom told me my 1st grade teacher asked what i wanted to be and i remembered the episode of curious george that i watched before leaving the house and said an ice cream girl in the park but either that or become ariel 38. Hair color: rly dark brown but in the sun it turns rly light like into like honey brown idek 39. Long or short hair: ive had both but long hair is such a chore so short bc i have like medium rn 40. Do you have a crush on someone: who needs that when ur already married to henry cavill but chris powell, drake, the prince, maxwell, dick grayson, jason todd... 41. What do you like about yourself: i DID like my eyebrows smh its ok theyll grow back 42. Piercings: lol i didnt even get my ears pierced so none 43. Blood type: who are u identity theft fuk off m8 44. Nickname: CATLYN, kk, kalina bc me and my friend have a 824 snap streak and its our #goals ship name 45. Relationship status: single married to henry cavill i even had to organize my own wedding for a project in floral design sophomore year 46. Zodiac: cancer im a crybaby ik 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show/s: pretty little liars, grimm, young justice, the big bang theory, two broke girls, sherlock, and family feud lmao 49. Tattoos: i want somethin smol but not yet 50. Right or left hand: i was gonna be a lefty but my daycare person literally treated me like shit and made me use my right hand so now im a righty and she got her ass fired :)) not like i remember anything tho lmao

51. Surgery: ortho surgery bc my mouth was too small and my teeth were so fucked up but braces gave me a glo up lol 52. Hair dyed in different color: omg no but i have these rly cool brown streaks on the side of my head and its also underneath my hair but its rly pretty ppl always ask me about it bc its like genetic idk its cool 53. Sport: i fucking live for watching football om Fg

55. Vacation: im guessing this is where ive been?? so uh hawaii, florida, mississippi, louisiana (and bish i been to shreveport, louisiana home of my boi jake mckenzie dshfjs), texas aka my home, las vegas, california, cozumel, jamaica, belize, and soon the bahamas!! 56. Pair of trainers: oh my god i have like 30+ pairs of shoes i love shoes!!

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: nothing rn i ate steak for dinner tho 58. Drinking: water! 59. I’m about to: start watching a youtube video 61. Waiting for: my bday party w my friends on wednesday (lowkey those choices chapters too i wish my bb chris powell could wish me happy bday :’)) 62. Want: a BIG FAT bank account 63. Get married: to a nice rich husband yuh finished the sentence

64. Career: im a senior in hs and i got accepted into my pharm tech class aaaah were gonna get to go to hospitals and and wear scrubs and shit im so excited i wanna be a pharmacist or like somewhere in the med field bc they make BANK and also they help ppl :’)) 65. Hugs or kisses: from my future bb kisses 66. Lips or eyes: eyes yus 67. Shorter or taller: im 5′5 so im smol and theyre tol 68. Older or younger: mmm i prefer older but only like a year younger if theyre worth it dhfgsk 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: this is so hard but arms bc abs arent a requirement but arms,,,, yes 71. Sensitive or loud: how am i both sensitive and loud (tru) 72. Hook up or relationship: lol relationship i want it all 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant but troublemaker when im feelin big mood

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: uh kinda 75. Drank hard liquor: not yET LMAOOO 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: nope 77. Turned someone down: jkasjdf lowkey yeah 78. Sex in the first date: no omfg sfdhgj 79. Broken someone’s heart: wym 24/7 lmao jk no 80. Had your heart broken: by many fanfics lord lol 81. Been arrested: nonoono 82. Cried when someone died: im making animals count so yes 83. Fallen for a friend: almost but skrtskrr were still friends

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: if i try really hard YUH 85. Miracles: 11:11 twice a day for extra good luck yuh 86. Love at first sight: lol no 87. Santa Claus: yeah until i was like 14 88. Kiss on the first date: YUH WHY NOT if theyre not shit 89. Angels: meh not really

OTHER:

90. Current best friend’s name: omg irl alina and caroline my bbs and online @evisms i rly love u,, so much 91. Eyecolor: brown 92. Favorite movie: the man from uncle that ive seen 7 times!!, wonder woman!!, ex machina, hidden figures, coraline, and moana

im not gonna tag anyone bc prolly the entire choices population has done this but hit it up if u wanna!!