#i might have missed some who have it buried in their blog but still im happy about it

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went through my followers & got rid of everyone i explicitly know to be under 16 or has it listed on their profile la la la

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So I mentioned it in another post but who wants to hear my horrific angst for aus or season 5? No one? TS this is my blog

Long post under the cut

Ok so my thought is very much around how vecna has his victims lined up as trophies in his mindscape. They can't JUST be trophies right? Vecna is a loon but he's too pragmatic to be so vain. They must serve a purpose. He needed 4 of them to open the gates so they must have some significance that his other victims don't.

Which brings me to my theory. Vecna needs his s4 victims to power the gates, like uh totems or human battery packs, that's why he needs them close to hand in his mind and not buried in some forgotten hole like the ones he killed in the lab. So he can keep them trapped in bad memories, keep tormenting them so their misery keeps the gates open. That's why he tormented them first. We know from Kali fear and anger are powerful emotions but from el and Mike we know love is stronger. Henry doesn't understand love, so he's basically using scare power like he's in monsters inc.

SO HERE IS MY HIDIOUS ANGST IF THAT WASNT BAD ENOUGH

Once vecna opens the gates, he's got his first set of 4 victims powering them, but it's not enough. We know El has a longer range wither her powers and even she needed to piggy back on max to reach him. My idea is that to keep his influence spreading he needs to piggy back on others too, more victims to act as human relays. Think some sort of torture based radio tower or the shield of Morty suffering from Rick and Morty.

My idea is that he has people sort of strung up to towers made of flesh like the mind flayer, being kept alive and 'protected' by demogorgons like Will with the tube down his throat in season 1. Vecna is using their nightmares, their mental scapes as pitstops for his abilites. Jump from the upside down where he's safe ,like the creel house scene, into their mind scapes and from then onto whoever he wants.

Next question is, who would he choose as victims? Well I'm glad you asked:

Eddie(maybe)

disclaimer, im more on the side of kas eddie than this but lets just run with it.

Fairly self explanatory, Eddie was a choice of convenience, there's a person, might as well use them. Dying in the upside down, vecna is sure he'd agree to anything to live. Imagine his suprise when Eddie pulls a fuck you and fuck your plan too out of his flack jacket. Now vecna is determined to keep him alive out of spite. If he'd just been good and done as vecna asked maybe he'd give a nice dream to his little human relay but no, now Eddie gets to watch Chrissy and Dustin die over and over until vecnas finally done with him or his body gives out under the strain. i guess if u wanted kas eddie, this could be punishment from vecna for disobeying him . maybe doesnt have the same effect since kas eddie is already dead but hey ho its still not pleasant.

Jason

I think Jason's death was bullshit. Not in the way Eddie's, bobs, or Billy's was bullshit but bullshit all the same. So I'm bringing him back in the worst fuckin way possible. the gate opening doesnt rip him in half so much as it swallows him whole. he lands face first in the upside down creel house just in time to miss steve nancy and robin leaving. hes hurt, thats no short fall he just had so hes kinda stuck there. obviously when hes done licking his wounds vecna comes home and finds him. Jason has zero fucking clue what's going on in Hawkins so for him to be strung up and tortured by vecna just has so many layers to it. Jason would think he'd died and gone to hell and that's a whole new kind of angst for me to work with. Vecna wouldn't even need to make him hallucinate to get the kind of suffering he needs to boost his powers. Just keep him awake and watching and Jason would be out of his mind in minutes. Bonus points for any body horror he might bring to the table: vecna has those vines in his back , maybe he could put some in Jason and turn him into a human security system with tendrils and eyes all over Hawkins. Forces Jason to watch the horror unfold AND when Jason inevitably reacts to the party, cries out to lucas or his friends to help him, vecna will know instantly.

Billy

Ok we know for a fact that billy is still around in vecnas head somewhere. See my other post for proof. Tldr billy is the only hallucination who seems to have real eyes or a soul and consciousness. Susan's eyes go white, Chrissy's moms eyes go white, freds accusers eyes are all white. The reason Billy's aren't is BC vecna has him, he can use the real billy in the hallucination to torment max. I imagine the reason he does this is 2 fold. To scare max yes but moreso to punish billy for daring to stand up to him, for beating his mind games in season 3. When max is in a coma neither vecna or el can reach her, she's safe. So what does vecna do? Take his frustration out on billy by forcing him to help spread the upside down around Hawkins. I see this 1 of two ways.

1. Billy has give up. He is too broken, he doesn't care what happens to him, to Hawkins, to anyone, even max. He is just too exhausted and can't bring himself to fight when he suddenly finds he has a body again. It just means more pain and he just cant take it anymore. i do love me some angst but i think this is a little ooc for Billy.

Or

2.Billy is too tough for vecna to break. He tried it once and it didn't work and all its done is pissed Bills off. Billy is fucking mad so there's no sense in trying to hallucinate him into compliance because hes already gazed into the abyss and spat in its face with the double middle finger salute. Further more, billy doesn't give a fuck about Hawkins, so making him watch shit hit the fan doesnt work either. But what does work, is threatening max. She's the only thing he gives a fuck about and he can't help her like this. "Do as I say and I won't touch her." Vecna says "you could run but you'll never get to her before I do" the noodly bastard is lying through his teeth and praying billy doesnt call his bluff. Nancy did a number on him, his brisk walking days are over. He's just praying billy doesn't find out max is in a coma and essentially untouchable in everything but the physical sense. So billy complies, for now, plotting to grind vecnas face into the concrete with his boot heel. He'll behave for now.

For max.

And since we need 4 I've got 2 choices.

First one is Nancy. Not that I don't love Nancy, even despite her flaws, i still canon that Karen wheeler is Alice creel which would make Henry, Nancy and mike's uncle. There has to be some reason why he picked her to show those visions to. Also I want to see Jonathan robin and Steve panicking BC Nancy is the only one holding the braincell and they all love her deeply. Bonus points if they get half way though saving her and she walks past having saved herself. insert i fear no man but that thing scares me meme of vecna with nancy.

Second one might lose more people but

You know how stranger things is inspired by silent hill? I think the last relay tower human/ victim should be Henry. Or at least, some part of the original Henry creel.

Think about it. Silent hills Alessa separated herself into "dark" and " light" sides. Og alessa stayed in the otherworld/ upside down and Cheryl/heather escaped. No powers but free from the darkness of alessas mind and the other world .why wouldn't vecna try that if he could? He's got trauma, he's got weakness, he may not look human anymore but hes still fallible . imagine if he found out he could just split himself down the middle and send that weak half packing some place else? become the apex predator he clearly wants to be? he'd jump at the chance...well, hobble at the chance. id like to see vecna treat this "weak" part of himself terribly. 'henry' gets the worst treatment from vecna and its just delicious angst and self loathing.

side note i had a thought about vecna using 'henry' as a human blood pouch for vampire eddie. henry using his 'talk to kids in the lab' voice to try and keep eddie calm, eddies sobbing and apologising as he drinks from henry but hes so hungry and in pain and has no control over it, henry just telling him its ok even though its agony.its nearly whumptober lads no one can stop me.

i am a sick and twisted individual. i may rewrite this thought into an actual fic with mungrove or munver, havent decided yet.

so yes, there are all my thoughts tm . i need a nap, maybe if i daydream up anymore suffering for my favorites ill let you all know

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Tears Ricochet

A/N: This was asked by @polina-93 Could you do a Dean/Reader based on the song My Tears Ricochet by Taylor Swift?

All mistakes are mine and mine alone

Warnings: None

Summary: Being called a burden after a hunt by Dean, the Reader leaves.

Pairings: Dean/Reader

Tag list: @akshi8278

The Bunker was my home not too long ago. Sam was my older brother and Dean, my best friend and lover. They became my family, my reason to fight and to always come back home. I was happy not too long ago, then day by day and week by week, everything seemed to go south. How could Dean not see the way that his words broke me down? How did he not see the tears on my face when I was beside him in bed. Did I deserve the Hell that Dean gave me?

I swear I love you, Dean. I felt that my forever was by your side. All I wanted was to be the one Dean went to on his bad days, which got to love him and laugh with on the good days. This is all I ever wanted, my happily ever after. I did not need that white picket fence or children as long as I had him.

"Can't you see you're a burden?" Dean yelled at me after a hunt. His face all red with anger. I turned and walked out the motel door that day. I wanted to fight for this relationship; I wanted to fight for what we had. I didn't want to go with grace, but what was left for me to say? I must have out-stayed my welcome. It was time for me to go.

I walked for miles that night until the sun came up. I hot-wired a car and kept going west. I ditched the vehicle four states over and hitched another three. I could go anywhere I wanted, just not where I wanted to be. I couldn't go home to the Bunker again or even tell Sam goodbye. They will be happy now that I am gone.

I left everything in that motel room and my room at the Bunker. All I had left was the clothing on my back and my long-dead cell phone.

I spent my time hustling pool, just trying to make it to the next day. I eventually got some new clothing, then a job, and an apartment. It wasn't much, but it was mine, something that no one could take away from me.

The days slowly got better and the smiles more real. I managed to build a life for myself, one outside of hunting. I made some friends for myself and even tried to go on some dates. But my heart still belonged to Dean. I wanted to hate him. Maybe if I could, I would be able to move on completely. Perhaps if I could hate Dean, then I could get rid of that old cell phone still tieing me to the past.

I sometimes wonder if Dean misses me, and if he does, is it an ache that he feels down to his bones. I sometimes wonder if he still reaches out for me at night the same way I reach out for him. I still find myself turning to talk to him, wanting to tell him about my day. Then one day, I discovered that I couldn't remember the sound of Dean's voice, the exact color of his eyes. I broke down even more than the last part of me sinking beneath the waves.

Finding that old phone in the drawer, I plug it in, charging it overnight. I want to look at the old pictures needing to see Dean's face one more time before finally saying goodbye this final time. I stare at the phone for hours before getting the courage to turn it on. The phone almost vibrates off the table with message after message coming in. I didn't have time to read the message before a new one was coming.

At first, Dean was angry, placing all the blame for the fight on me, calling me a child, and cursing my name. Then those texts stopped coming from Dean, and others started to come in. Texts from Sam, Jody, Donna, Garth all asking me the same thing to 'please call them. Let them know that I was safe.' But even those messages stopped. But never Deans. After he got past the fight's anger, he started to beg me to let him know that I was okay and then to come home to him. How sorry he was and that he didn't mean it.

Dean then started to text me about his day. About the hunts that he and Sam had started to go on. The message always ended the same with 'love you.' The last text that had come in was from yesterday. Sam and Dean were on a hunt in northern Colorado, only two hours away from me. Quickly I turn the phone back off, forgetting that I wanted to look at the old photos of Dean and me. I grab a bag and throw in some clothing. I was on the highway in ten minutes. I push the car faster than I had since I had left the boys wanting to get to that town before they left.

This could either go one of two ways. I might never be back to this life that I built, or I might get my heart back.

The trip passes in a blur. I was lost in thought about the last time that I was with them, wondering if they would even want to see me after all this time. The trip is long and at the same time not long enough. It is dark when I pull into the motel parking lot, pulling in next to the impala. Before I can chicken out, I am standing at their door and knocking on it.

I can hear someone shuffling in their room before someone finally pulls the door open. It's Sam that pulls the door open when he looks me in the face, his mouth falls open, and he looks at me like he has seen a ghost. And we have seen ghosts before. But I don't think that I have ever seen him this shocked before.

"Hi, Sam," I whisper to him before looking away from him. Sam doesn't say anything back, and im just about ready to turn around and walk away, thinking that this was all a mistake. Before I can, I am being pulled into a bone-crushing hug and lifted off my feet by Sam. I wrap my arms around him and hug him back just as tight. I missed my brother and the safety that Sam always made me feel.

"Who is at Sammy?" I hear from behind us as the door to the bathroom is being opened. Sam sets me down on my feet before stepping away from me, letting Dean see who is standing at the door. Dean falls to his knees when he sees me; all he does is stare at me. Sam grabs my arm and pulls me into the room before shutting the door behind us.

"Dean?" I ask as I step closer to him, not sure if he wants to see me or not. He hangs his head as I kneel in front of him. It is then I see the tears running freely down his face. Before I can think better of it, I reach out and wipe the tears from his face. Dean leans into my touch, closing his eyes before taking a deep breath.

"Y/N?"

"Hi, Dean," I whisper back to him just as quietly as he had spoken to me. He tackles me to the ground, his arms wrapped around me—his weight knocking the air from my lungs. He buries his head in my neck, taking a deep, shuddering breath. We lay on that dirty motel room floor no different than the one I walked out of.

I knew what happened could not be fixed by hugs. There was still too much pain and too much to talk about. No more wishing that I had stayed this time I was going to. This was still worth fighting for.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please leave a heart and a re-blog.

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Box Boy Rescue

(CW: slavery, brainwashing, dehumanization, kidnapping, creepy + intimate whumper, gaslighting)

Tag list: @thatsthewhump @whump-it @ashintheairlikesnow @fairybean101 @finder-of-rings @comfortforthepain @shameless-whumper @that-one-thespian @burtlederp @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @raigash @im-not-rare-im-rarr @spiffythespook @whumps-the-word @frnkieroismydaddy @whumpity--whump--whump @michelleswhumpyreblogs @jo-castle @newandfiguringitout

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Soren pressed up against the back wall, legs pulled close to his chest, breath coming out ragged. 

“Please, please give me my collar back, I need it, please, please,” he was begging, an endless, panicked drone. He knew it wouldn’t work, but he couldn’t stop. There was someone in front of him, a woman, but a different woman from the one who he’d woken up to, urging him to calm down, take deep breaths. But he couldn’t breathe, not without his collar on, he couldn’t breathe. 

The door squeaked open and boomed shut. Soren sobbed loudly, panicked begging only paused for the raw sounds, before it was back to an endless stream of “please give me my collar” over and over again.

“Dude, just calm down, you literally do not need it,” the rude man, the one who’d elbowed him, snapped, and Soren let out a high, warbling keen, turning his head away from the man, fingers raising to his neck again.

“Woah, buddy, still not doing that,” the woman said as she pulled his hands away from his own neck for what felt like the dozenth time. 

“Please!” Soren moaned, bloodied fingers twitching. He didn’t struggle against her hold on his wrists, his training didn’t even let him consider it, but he could beg, and cry, so he did.

“Here,” the driver said, creaking door booming shut behind him as he walked down the concrete steps. “Just let him have it, he’s not going to calm down unless we do.”

“Liam, come on!”

“You come on,” the driver, Liam, shot back, kneeling in front of Soren. Soren hiccupped, turning his head up, praying that this wasn’t some sick trick, that he was actually going to--

Soren sobbed again, this time with relief, and Liam fitted the collar on too loose, so it would move and rub and chafe, but that was okay because at least it was on. Soren’s hands closed around it and he immediately felt so, so much better.

“Maybe we should let Liam handle this.”

“He’s my--”

“Not anymore he isn’t! And Liam’s always been good--”

“--some of us leave? This bunker isn’t exactly large.”

“Quiet down; you’re gonna spook him again!”

The voices clamored over each other, volume rising, and Soren just hiccuped and focused on breathing deep. It was always loud and crowded in the facility, he just thought about breathing, calming down. He was--well, he wasn’t okay, but he could get himself under control.

“Soren?” Liam’s voice cut low and soft through the din, close to Soren, and Soren cracked open his eyes. Liam was broad, with soft fat layered over muscle, like he drove tractors or something (Ren had watched some Hallmark movie about a farm, Liam looked like the love interest). He was attractive, and his voice had a sweet tenor to it. 

“Please let me go home,” Soren begged quietly. Liam, out of all the thieves, seemed the most likely to listen to him. He’d given him back his collar. He was treating him gently (Soren was fragile!).

“Buddy, hey, we are, okay? We’re gonna take you home. But I’d like it if you let me explain some things to you first, please?”

Liam stood up off his haunches and sat on the lower bunk of the bunkbed. He patted the old, dusty blanket, indicating Soren should join him. The rest of the bunker had quieted. Soren, not wanting things to get any worse than they already were, did a quick risk analysis. The bed… only Ren… but if he disobeyed, he might get dragged to where they wanted him, so, he got up, and sat down on the hard, lumpy mattress as far away from the rest of them as he could, his back pressed up against the cold and rough concrete.

“Soren,” Liam started, his voice steady and patient in a way that Soren didn’t entirely trust, but he’d proven to be the most trustworthy out of all of them, so Soren maybe could take a little comfort in his tone, “I know you don’t remember us, or, anything, I guess, but we’re friends of yours. You’re in an underground bunker that belongs to Tyler’s uncle. Your name is Soren Greyson and you were kidnapped and forced into being a pet.”

Soren had been kidnapped, alright, but by these people. He knew, in his core, that no one had forced him to be a pet.

“My name is Liam. We met in middle school, we were close friends, even dated for a while. This is Lydia, we also met her in middle school, along with Tyler,” he gestured at the rude man, “and we were also friends with Ren, then.”

Soren couldn’t help but perk up at Ren’s name, his fingers clenching around the collar.

“In high school, we met Emmet, Ingrid, and Nia,” Liam said, gesturing as he said each name, “Then after we graduated, you met Erica in a hardware store and accidentally fell ass backwards into a relationship. You two were dating until very shortly before you were kidnapped.”

The woman he’d allegedly dated, Erica, was the one who’d been trying to get him to breathe while Liam had gotten his collar for him. She was--pretty, Soren guessed, but not as pretty as Ren, and the sight of her stirred no love in him, no memory.

Liam set his palm down on the blanket between him and Soren, looking at Soren with strange and earnest eyes. “We’re going to keep you safe. We’re going to help you regain your memories, somehow, and we’re gonna get your mom over here just as soon as we can get ahold of her.”

Soren grit his teeth, the threat of pain holding his tongue in check. But, well, if these people were such good friends of his, maybe they wouldn’t risk hurting him. “My memories are gone!” he snapped, knuckles white around his collar, “My Processors electrocuted that part of my brain until there wasn’t anything left! Whoever you think I am, he’s gone! And never coming back! Right now, I’m 930-456, a pet, and private property, and you’re all thieves!”

“Soren!” Lydia gasped, the whole room taken aback by his words.

“I don’t have a mom, anymore, I don’t have middle school friends or high school friends or some dumb hardwarestore romance.” The ever present knowledge he’d had, one of the only things that did survive the facility, came forth. “And I know for a fact that even if I did, none of them are looking for me. You’re lying!”

“Soren--” Liam tried, and Soren lifted his hands to his ears, eyes squinting shut. He didn’t want to hear this. Didn’t want to hear any of this.

...Didn’t like how he couldn’t help but feel like they weren’t lying.

There was a hand on his knee. More specifically, just above his knee, the bottom end of his thigh, and it was just… sitting there. And it felt. Not wrong. He liked touch, but this was more than that, this was…

Soren opened his eyes and found Lydia sitting beside him, not looking at him (it was a strange relief, but a big one), her hand just on his knee, oddly and strikingly comforting. Like his body knew the gesture even though his brain had forgotten it. He could feel her callouses against his soft skin.

“Do you… play baseball?” Soren asked, quiet and timid, and felt the heavy weight of everyone’s attention focused on him. But he just looked at Lydia, who turned surprised eyes at him. 

“Yes. Yes! Soren, oh my god, yeah,” she said delightedly, her fingers squeezing into his skin, but not in a way that hurt. “See? See, you do remember things! It’s just, buried deep.” She removed her hand, and he found himself missing it, then took his hand between her own. “And we’ll help you, okay, we’ll help you remember.”

“...” Soren was trembling, tears budding up in his eyes again. “I…” He hiccupped, and Liam’s palm came to rest gently on Lydia’s wrist.

“Maybe we should let him rest, a little bit. This has all been… a lot.”

“Okay, but we’re cleaning the cuts,” Erica stated, and the group around her murmured their assent. Except Soren. But he knew it didn’t matter if he agreed or not. She took Liam’s place on the bed, starting with the cuts on Soren’s feet, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in one hand and a rough, scratchy cloth in the other. It grated against Soren’s skin, against the wounds, and he stared at her. 

Had he really been in love with her? It was hard to tell, just based off looks. What about her had made him love her? What about him had made him worth loving, before he’d been trained and fixed and made perfect, perfect for Ren? What would he even have done with her?

He looked across the room, at Liam. He was my first, said some feeling in his gut. First boyfriend, first sexual encounter, first time he felt love, first something, Soren wasn’t sure what, but he knew, with unfounded certainty, that Liam was his first. 

“I’m gonna clean your neck, okay? Could you hold your collar in your hands, please?” Erica asked, and Soren reached up to unfasten his own collar, which went against every ounce of training he’d ever had and every desire in his body, but he clenched it with his hands in his lap and tilted his chin up all the same, ignoring the sting and examining the other people.

Tyler made him nervous, but that could just be the head injury talking.

He stared at each one of the others, trying to summon something, anything, but they were perfect strangers to him. Emmet evoked some sort of admiration in him, but that wasn’t like a memory, really, that was just. Some dumb feeling.

At the end of the day, he knew Lydia played baseball and Liam was his first-something, and the rest of them meant nothing to him. He shifted uncomfortably as Erica continued applying the peroxide, and shifted again shortly after, an old spring digging into his ass. This bed was supremely uncomfortable, nothing like the bed back home, where he should be. 

He let his thoughts wander, as Erica moved to the other side of his neck. He thought of rushing past these strangers, with their words that made him feel uncertain and unsteady, of running away from this place. In his fantasy, a cop car was parked just outside the little wooded area, and Soren could fling himself at the man (in his mind, the cop was a man, built like Liam, but bigger, heartier, more intimidating) and beg. Tell him that he was stolen property, that he’d been taken in the middle of the night and the thieves were right behind him. He’d radio for backup, like in the movies, and then the strangers would rush out only to realize their mistake, and then they’d be surrounded, and taken away to jail, while Soren would be taken to the police department where his barcoded wrist could be scanned. Ren’s information would be pulled up, and someone would call them, and they’d come get him, and they’d hold him, and pet his hair, and croon over how frightening everything had been and how terrible, and then they’d take him home and he’d never, ever leave again.

Another fantasy, a bad fantasy, warred with it. Of Soren staying here, with these strangers, his life told to him in stories. He’d meet… his mom. Maybe, maybe he’d remember her. And he’d always have to wear long sleeves, but maybe he could go out, and relearn his skills. Move someplace far away and be a regular person, with a family, with friends that he got to talk to. Ren was wonderful to him, but when they weren’t around he did get… lonely…

That was bad, that was bad, all of those were bad thoughts, and he was bad for having them. He’d never had them before! He was good, he was good, he was obedient, in body and mind, in action and in thought, he behaved, he was good, why was his brain going all screwy and bad on him now? He couldn’t know these people, not actually!

Right?

But… they’d said they’d known Ren, that Soren’s melancholy-memory of them could be… real. That they’d known each other in middle school, and that was why Ren’s scent made him, from time to time… feel like he knew them before.

“There, all done,” Erica said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Thank you…” Soren said uncertainly, placing his collar back on, tightening it properly, himself. The weight, familiar and comforting, grounded him. It helped keep his mind away from the bad thoughts. He was Ren’s. Nothing else mattered, before was irrelevant. All that mattered was getting home to them. He just had to find the right opportunity.

So he’d play along, until then.

“Can I, rest now?” Soren asked, and Erica smiled sadly at him.

“Yeah, belov--Soren. Yeah, Soren, go to sleep. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

Soren would prefer to wake up in his bed, in his home, to the sound of Ren greeting him, but he didn’t say that. He laid down, still curled tightly in a ball, on the lumpy, musty mattress, and tears stung his eyes again. This was awful. No wonder he’d signed up to be a pet, at least his time at the facility had ended. He couldn’t imagine living like this forever, not after how Ren had treated him.

“I’m gonna head up,” Lydia was saying in hushed tones, “Soren’s mom should be awake now; I want to see if she got my text.”

“I’ll go with,” said one of the other women, and the two ascended the concrete stairs of the bunker. Soren listened to each footstep with three heartbeats in his chest for each. His mom? Coming here? The idea of him having a mom hadn’t impacted him the way the idea of actually seeing her was. He’d meet some woman and she would be his mother. The door, with its creaking metal, unlocked with a shrill screech, and swung open heavily. Soren’s brain immediately switched to wondering how many times he’d have to hear that noise, while he himself remained trapped down here. It made his miserable tears spill over, a soft, muffled sound choked in his throat.

The women shrieked.

Soren curled in on himself as the room exploded into noise, hands over his ears, and squeezed his eyes shut. What new horror was happening now? A monster in the woods? A--

Police man. Grabbing Soren by the wrist and helping him up, bracing his other elbow when he stumbled, starstruck, praying this wasn’t a dream, or if it was, that all of it was. Police were in the bunker, cuffing and dragging out the thieves, and Soren didn’t understand it. He’d hoped--he’d wanted--but he didn’t actually think--how had they found him--so fast???

“S-Sir,” Soren stuttered out, grabbing his sleeve and leaning into him, eyes wide, “Sir, please, I-I’m a pet, please,” Soren lifted his wrist, showing his barcode, “Please, I need to go home, please, please!”

“I know, I know,” the cop said, sounding patiently exasperated. “Come on then, out of the bunker. Your owner’s waiting for you.”

Soren followed eagerly, wishing the cop would move faster, would run, Soren could keep up, he could, he wanted to, anything to get home sooner, to go back to Ren, please, please.

The police cars were flashing bright lights in the fragile light of the dawn, and a news casting van was pulling into the wooded area, too. Soren huddled in close to the man who had a hand on his wrist. He wasn’t like how Soren had fantasized, but that was fine, he was real, and he was going to get Soren home, and he was touching his wrist in a way that was only reassuring, not confusing and maybe-painful like the thieves’. 

Then he saw Ren, glaring like they could murder the strangers, their teeth bared as they stared down the criminals being corralled into the cop cars.

“Ren!” Soren cried, breaking the officer’s surprised grip on his wrist, running to them faster than he knew he could run. Ren’s gaze turned to him, surprised, their hair hanging loosely around their jaw like Soren only rarely saw it, still wearing the sweater they wore to bed.

“Soren!” Ren uncrossed their arms and began walking towards him, only to “oof” quietly when Soren did not slow down, flinging himself into them. “Oh, angel, there now, there, this has been so frightening for you hasn’t it?”

The rude one--Tyler--began struggling harder against the cops forcing him into the car. “Let go of him you fucking freak!” he shouted. “Ren! Ren you hear me!? Fucking don’t touch him you sick bastard!”

Ren tutted, a sound Soren associated with mild disappointment. It was only ever directed at him, and he flinched in their arms. “Pet, did you tell them my name?”

Soren’s head spun a little. “I, I, I was, screaming it, when they, when they kidnapped me, I called for you…”

“Oh,” Ren crooned, their palm caressing his cheek. He leaned into it with a deep ache. “Darling, this has been such a terrifying experience for you. But it’s alright now. You’re back where you belong.”

Soren nodded, turning so he could kiss the heel of their palm. “Exalted?”

“Yes, pet?”

“They, they said… that, they knew me. Before. That they knew you, a-and that’s why they know your name.”

“Is that what they told you?” Ren said derisively, snorting a little. Soren blinked, and then melted. Of course. Of course.

“They were lying,” Soren breathed out, relieved.

“My angel,” Ren murmured, petting at his hair, “Obviously they lied to you. You’re mind is vulnerable, and those nasty thieves took advantage of that the first moment they could.” Ren kissed his forehead, and after Soren pressed his face into their shoulder, blacking out the lights and the dawn and the movement all around him. “They made you confused, told you strange stories while you were disoriented and primed to be taken advantage of. But it’s alright, Soren, I’m here now, I’ll keep your little head on right.” Their fingers carded through his hair, tugging at bloody tangles before the strands slipped through their fingers entirely. “You just listen to me, and no one else. You don’t need to listen to any voice but mine.”

“Thank you, Exalted, thank you,” Soren murmured. And with his face pressed to Ren’s chest, the smell of their sweater in his nose, he felt again that strange melancholy. “E-Exalted?”

“Yes, baby?”

“They, I--a-after they told me, about, um, th-the lies, I got… weird. Um, memories?”

Ren clicked their tongue. “Didn’t those fools at the training facility warn you that you’d get false memories from time to time?”

Oh! “O-oh, yes, they, they did. I, I forgot, s-since, I n-never got them, before.”

Ren chuckled beneath his face, and he looked up at them, then closed his eyes while Ren pet the side of his face, the half that hadn’t been elbowed, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “You’re such a perfect pet, Soren.” The hand on his face suddenly gripped him by the ear, making him flinch and whine. “You didn’t go with them willingly, did you? Even when they lied to you?”

“No!” Soren cried, gripping their sweater desperately, tears stinging his eyes anew. “No Exalted, no, never, never, I never would have run, please, no, never, I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t!”

Just as quickly, Ren returned to petting him. “That’s right. You’re my good little Soren, you’d never leave me,” Ren murmured, almost as though to themself.

Soren nodded. “C-can I, ask for reassurance, on, on one more thing, that confuses me?”

“Ask as many questions as you like, angel, I’m right here to tell you everything you need to know,” Ren crooned, placid as still waters.

“I, I get, f-f-fake memories, of, um, you, too. Sometimes, it, it feels like I did know you, b--”

“Excuse me! Excuse me, ma’am!” a newslady called, jogging over to Ren and Soren, microphone in her hand.

“Not a ma’am,” Ren said idly, arms slipping easily around Soren’s back as they turned to face her, pulling him in close to their chest. He pressed up against them, eyeing this new threat.

Next

[artnerd1123]

it’s about that time again, ain’t it? 

i started seeing these pop up on my dash, so i figured i’d do another one for this year. lots of fun stuff happenin, eh? i definitely had fun playing with lighting X3 also, may had wayyy too many good ones to pick from. might wanna go check out my art blog, if ur curious abt what that month looked like lskdfjsl this year was super super good for my art!!! im v v happy to see how far i’ve come ;w;

gonna stick some end-of-year rambling undercut, bc i wanna talk n don’t wanna clog up dashes. hope y’all have a happy new year! im so proud of y’all for sticking it through!!!

so... i’m not gonna lie, this year has been a ride. there’s been really high highs, and crushingly low lows. my mental health was on the fritz pretty much the entire year. a lot’s happened. and i’ve definitely seen plenty of growth. 

my year at a glance was full of activity. I went into my last semester of high school, which was both stressful (see: ap exams, college setup, and my own mental health/personal issues) and a load of fun (see: senior prom, choir events, and having a blast with my friends). in the summer, i started my first job at an amusement park. it was going well, and even though the end of the year was crazy, i was feeling good. and then i ended up losing someone close to me while i was on a vacation. while the scenery was beautiful, my mental state was... not so great. and it continued to rock and roll like waves on the ocean in the months following. grief isn’t easy to handle. but i was trying. though it was physically painful some days, college was right around the corner. gotta keep your head in the game. even if your head is also full of horrible depression and anxiety. fun stuff, ammirite?  speaking of college, i started and finished my first semester! it was a whirlwind of getting used to college life, figuring out how campus worked, and settling in. classes got me to focus on other things, and building in a routine kept me from slipping too far on my bad days. i also made some new friends. and even found someone who’s more than a friend. i’m eternally grateful for her and all that we’ve been through. even if it hasn’t been super super long, in the grand scheme of things. taking the bad times at college into account, it’s still been absolutely wonderful.  and winter break? eh. it’s been super super chill. i’ve done nothing for like, 2 weeks, and it’s been absolutely wonderful. 

all this aside... college gave me a ton of time to reflect and work on myself. it might’ve only been 3-4 months of time, but it was vital. i grew a lot. learned about myself. figured out that sometimes, people do things you’re not gonna understand. and that’s okay. you just gotta focus on yourself, what you can do, and how you can grow. you gotta figure out how to become a better person with what life gives you. be gentle. be kind. and don’t get bitter at everything. just cultivate what makes you happy. try and trust the ones you hold dear. most importantly, reach out when you need help. please. it does so much more than you think. 

just... take a breath, guys. you’re gonna be ok. you just gotta be present as much as you can, so you don’t miss the nice things that are coming. 

gotta say, 2019... there are parts of you i’m really gonna miss. and there are parts of you that i’m glad are buried in the past. but all in all? i’m glad to have made it through. 

i’m gonna try and make the next year a good one 🖤

[theprettysetterclub]

heyyy can I request a matchup?? :)) im 5'1 with shoulder length black hair and really into vintage fashion paired with basics!!! im a panromantic demisexual, aquarius & intp, who is more of an ambivert tbh, how extroverted/introverted I am depends on my mood/company! usually am pretty happy-go-lucky, excitable and I make friends easily!! im chill most of the times and i prefer to avoid confrontation but i can and will call ppl out on their bs (if needed) - hq!! ask anon (from imagines blog)

  also i LOVE cold/dad jokes and bad pickup lines hahah i laugh easily but bonus points if the person is super awkward or deadpan about it! my interests include fashion, movies, reading, and comics - i usually spend time searching for cute vintage clothes, discussing movies/books/anime or just spending time doing activities (usually cooking/baking!) with my friends and family!! - hq!! ask anon

im really affectionate so its important for me to spend time with my loved ones to receive and in turn, give affection to them - usually in the from physical touch or quality time spent together!! im so glad that your matchups are open cos i love your haikyuu imagines and the amount of thought yall put into the matchups is just mindblowing tbh!!! hehe thank you in advance and im looking forward to the results 🥰🧡 - hq!! ask anon PS. so sorry it turned out so long idek how it happened OTL

HQ ASK ANON!! you’re a little ball of sunshine alkjfd how are you so cute,,, no choice i have adopted you now dskljfd also xNTP club represent! 

also i wrote this in an inspired flurry while procrastinating my history essay due next week so i hope it’s legible kdfjl

i had a hard time narrowing it down but!! i match you with… 

bokuto koutarou!

✧ that is him trying to impress you honestly i love this dumbass so much and every time he’s on screen you just know you’re in for a good time,,, and i think he’d absolutely adore you! also he loves how much shorter than him you are, he enjoys hugging you from behind because of it sdlkj

✧ i think you match his energy quite well, while still balancing him out! he needs someone who can keep up with him, while also bringing him back down to earth. he definitely brings out your extroverted side, but the fact you can be a bit more lowkey sometimes is a good thing for him; he needs to take a break from being at 100% all the damn time sdlkj 

✧ cutest! happiest! brightest couple! honestly, you two would be so adorable,,, just sunshine incarnate. you can’t help but feel happy in each other’s company, and it’s kind of infectious? you guys can be quite loud, but people enjoy being around you two because you bring love and light wherever you go,,, bless 

✧ but you can call him out on his bs when you need to, because oh boy, does he need it sometimes,,, you and akaashi (who adores you, btw) tag team it. you’re sort of like a ‘bokuto’s personal development team’ because you spend a lot of time trying to help him with his slumps. needless to say the results are very hit-or-miss 

✧ good thing you laugh easily because he’s just,,, so funny without even trying. and when he makes you laugh, his heart feels so full and ready to burst and he’s so proud of himself for achieving something so important and-- he’s just very wholesome like that kjlkj 

✧ listen. make the boy some lunch for practice and he’ll cry. absolutely shows off the bento box you made with him last night to all the black jackals. h e l p t h e m -- he won’t shut up about you ever and they’re s u f f e r i n g. they absolutely know far too much about you to the point that it’s kind of embarrassing. but, they beg you to come to their games because bokuto works just that little bit harder when you’re in the stands because he just wants to impress you so bad--  

✧ i think he’s also super physically affectionate, so your love languages line up! he’s honestly kind of clingy, so good luck with walking around at all when you’re alone because you’ll have all 6′3″ of him wrapped around your waist at all times,, also, he genuinely tries to spend as much of his free time with you as possible! once he finds out how much that means to you, he literally writes it down in his phone so he’ll never forget it sdlkdjf he does that with everything important you mention to him! he’s that determined to be a Good Boyfriend, bless his heart,,, 

✧ his favourite thing to do is spend time with you, tbh,,, whether it’s being stupid while watching a movie and discussing it (he’s trying, even if things fly over his head sometimes), being your hype guy whenever you’re trying out a new outfit combination, trying his best to cook with you (you know that bento box i mentioned? the plan was for you two to make it together, but he managed to fuck up the sauce by making it way to sweet. so, the duty was handed over to you while he sulked with his head buried in your shoulder)

✧ you two are,,, so cute,,, my heart can’t handle it,,, you two would just be so loving and giving and you’d have the most wonderful time together? i love this couple so much give him a gentle kiss on the forehead for me 

other matches!

✧ sugawara koushi: goblin angel boy,,, i love him,,, he’s a little smarter than bokuto, so i think you’d have a lot of fun discussing media together! he’s very perceptive and analytical, so he always has something interesting to say? otherwise, i think he’d also love your bright personality? he’s not called mr. refreshing for nothing, and i think you’d get along so well. he’s more lowkey than bokuto, so you’d have a lot more quiet time together; he’s good at managing his time so he’s always finding space in his day to cuddle with you (he’s also very affectionate!). i think he’d also make you laugh a lot; he’s not quite awkward or deadpan, but he can be a little dry? expect him to make a lot of witty little comments just to hear you laugh,,, UGH you’d just be so cute please shower him with love,,, also he loves that you’re so much shorter than him lmao idk why there’s so many question marks in this paragraph BUT–

✧ yachi hitoka: MY GIRL,,, first of all, you’re so tiny? like? that’s so cute oh my goodness? ANYWAY, i think she’d really enjoy being around someone like you? you’re easy to be friends with, as well as excitable and fun to be around. but, it’s not quite like with hinata (where being in his presence feels like staring directly into the sun, bless him). she really enjoys your happy-go-lucky personality, and it’s a balance to her anxious rambling. i think she’d also appreciate the fact that you’re able to call her out every now and then, because it might help break her out of an anxious spiral or two. she’s so easy to make blush tbh – all you gotta do is hold her hand and she’s bright red. also baking together,,, cuddling up on the couch together while you watch a movie (yes, her face is still red),,, my heart cannot physically handle the amount of sheer wholesomeness this couple exudes and i’ve got to stop rambling before i lose all sense of coherency slkj

[keith-is-not-an-emo]

which fics are you reading atm if you don’t mind sharing? ty!

Oh boy anon, oh boy.

You don’t know what you’ve done.

There will be E rated fics but they won’t solely be smut fics or too extreme.

edit: it seems like you can’t access the post from your dashboard so you have to be on my blog to see it *sighs* good job tumblr, like always.

star-crossed by realfakedoors (or anything they write, you’ll be seeing a lot of that here)

They said, once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a peaceful and prosperous kingdom, rich in romance and tradition. They said the Prince would host a ball, and choose his spouse, and they would live happily ever after.Well, they lied.

–

Keith is a Prince, and Lance lives with his shitty extended family. Neither of them are very happy, and when they meet, they’re surprised to have so much in common. Strangers, to friends, and then, well…

Meanwhile, Hunk is a sweetheart, Pidge is an iconic asexual, Shiro is a supportive Knight Dad™, Allura isn’t here for anyone’s crap, and there’s some political shit going on that forces them all together.

okay so how do i say it? it might be fave kl fic atm. this is my dirty laundry, my on thin ice. i love eveeery thing about it. i literally drop anything im doing if i see it updated. Also the last chapter? got me Shook.

also i KNOW about that big E rating there but the smut is in only one chap and i think the author marked it so it’s totally complementary and doesn’t add anything to the story so don’t worry.

breakfast on the moon by DairyFarmer (also very very recommended author!!)

Future Prom King, student body president, and all around hottie Lance McClain is abducted from his home in Arizona in 1997.

He is found decades later in the clearance section of an Earth paraphernalia store by the Paladins of Voltron.

another one of my big faves atm. everyone is very attentive of lance which is *clenches fist and wipes tear* very good. also it screams future langst and i cant wait :) (im kind of a langst hoe sorry not sorry)

let’s play pretend and hope it comes true by fevered_dreams

The Kingdom of Altea was quickly heading towards ruin. At least, it had been until the Royal Family’s eldest daughter had been born as an alpha. The people had rejoiced at her birth, and there was hope yet for a new ruler and a future secured. Even the fact that the second Royal Child had been born a beta couldn’t dampen their spirits.

Except Lance was not an beta. He was just an omega, trying his best to keep the charade going with a set of spells, pills, and all the tinctures he could brew because being an omega was dangerous. Being an omega made him something to be had, a rusted tool of barter worth less than scraps in return, and Altea couldn’t afford to let him go.

But, if Lance’s luck would have it, Prince Keith of the Blade wouldn’t mind being lied to too much.

okay okay in my defence, this one STILL doesn’t have smut. only kinda steamy make-out sessions. also don’t let the a/b/o scare you, there is talk about the dynamics but not so much in the sexual way, u’kno?

anything by BleuSarcelle, but if i have to chose one, let’s go with��Of Pink Freckles and Green Moles

Lance now can see the boy’s face and he can only stare at the pretty color in the boy’s eyes before he’s suddenly being squished by two hands.

“Papa!” the boy shouts happily back at the adult that makes his way other them hurriedly. The boy hardly notices, still too fixed on squeezing Lance’s cheeks for a second longer before he giggles. “Papa, ugly!”

“Keith, no! Oh my god -”

“Ugly,” the boy repeats obliviously, patting Lance’s cheeks with a proud gleam in his eyes. “Ooh-gly!”

Lance doesn’t know what that word means but for some reason, it makes him cry harder.

[Or the one where Keith and Lance meet when they are two and three years old respectively and spend their entire childhood going through charity contests. Lance says they are rivals, Keith only hears ‘best friends’.]

super cute G kidfic.

Ground Control to Major Tom by yourfavoritetsundre

A year after Keith and Lance have a big falling out, Lance is…well, he’s not missing. He’s fine. He’s just not telling anyone where he is. Keith decides maybe the best way to apologize for being an absolute monster is to track him down.

Following Lance’s path of self-discovery, Keith starts to remember all the things about Lance he had buried years before. Because of the war, because of the Blade, because of Allura. And he starts to realize that maybe he’s to blame for more than he thought.

Meanwhile, Curtis just wants to plan his quiznacking wedding.

post-s8 fic

Written in Sand by MuseofWriting

Lance wakes up in a hospital on Earth to discover he has been missing for four months, with no memory of Voltron or the Galra. Drawn inexplicably to the desert where they found him, he discovers a hut full of research and notes that may provide the key to his missing memories. With secrets and conspiracies surrounding him, and the Garrison potentially hiding far more than he could ever have imagined, Lance grows to trust the notes in the desert - but he may not believe the person who claims he wrote them.

this one has been around for a while (a year to be precise) and i thinks its pretty aknowledged in the fandom but *shrugs* 

until we get there by starlightment

Sometimes his mind is cruel. He’ll wake in the dead of night, drowning in his sweat, choking on his tears. He’ll clutch at old bedsheets until his knuckles fade to white. He’ll shiver in the darkness, and the light blue marks beneath his eyes will start to burn, and his lungs will heave, aching for a breath that just isn’t there.

And sometimes Keith comes to visit.

Those are the best days, Lance thinks.

Those are the days when it’s easiest to breathe.

—

Or: Lance loses himself a little bit, but Keith is there to help him find it again.

post-s8 fic. i think i dont even need to present they author since they’re better know for writing something blue (i heard wonders abt it but havent found the chance to read it yet). also i cant fucking wait for their new fic like im vibrating here on my seat bc i LOVEEEE the trope of jock keith / nerd/prep lance dont judge me

sunflower by xintong (uuh i think i dont have to introduce this author either lmao)

On the morning of their first summer back on Earth, Lance receives a gift of sunflowers. A confession, a rejection, and the passage of time, all leading to the one person who’s always been there for him.

another post-s8 fic because honestly i needed healing at that time okay. super soft and cute and uuughhhh i cant deal

Pretty Ob(li)vious by msmooseberry

Lance loves make-up and being pretty while wearing it. Unfortunately, even in the world where Earth becomes one of the main centres of intergalactic communication and home to many races, his hobbies are still largely frowned upon. He never wanted other cadets at the Galaxy Garrison to find out, especially not his half-Galra crush, but that is exactly what happens. Lance prepares for the hate or ridicule at best, but the reaction he gets is something else entirely. Who knew Galra viewed lilac sparkly lips as a betrothal symbol?

keith finding lance the most beautiful being ever? uuh yeah? gimme that shit

Chestnut And Onyx by MilkTeaMiku (great author too!)

If his eyes weren’t deceiving him, Keith looked a little flushed. He crossed his arms over his chest, wings all puffed up and ruffled like he was preening. “I didn’t know you were that flexible,” he said. And then he looked angry, and his wings puffed up even more, and he stormed away. -Lance thinks his wings aren’t all that pretty, but Keith has other ideas. If only Lance knew.

langst wing-fic. what could i ask more for?

you’re lucky that’s what i like by zenstrike

Lance rescues a hamster from certain doom.

or, Lance has Keith wrapped around his little finger and doesn’t even realize it.

just. take the whole fucking thing. just take it

aaand these are the ones that appear on my feed that have been updated recently since most of them aren’t finished (sowwy). the bad thing about reading a lot of fics and having bad memory is that i already forgot half of my fave fics, probably, lmao.

[landcfstxries]

Good As New (Pt. 1)

{ hi henlo

Uhhh i wrote this up at maybe 4-5 AM and im just now posting it djdhhdbd

Y'all know im into Critical Role but I'm not gonna put this in the main tags jdndbhdhd too scared

Tags: @maybesortaahazel @shadlicious @vampire-fucker-3000

Varan Luro is a dnd oc of mine. He's,,,, an odd one, let's just say that.

Mollymauk Tealeaf is a character off of Critical Role, and belongs to his creator Taliesin Jaffe. This is purely just fun writing, and I'm not trying to claim the character in any way. Even though this blog has a small following, I felt I should preface this for future followers. "^^

Enjoy, y'all!

Usual warning: some possible misspellings bc I did write this pretty late at night }

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He remembers passing out.

Was it passing out? He wasn't sure.

He had felt the pain in his chest for only a moment, yet he still hasn't grasped what happened.

It was just...

Empty.

Empty.

Empty...

....

Crimson eyes opened once more.

Everything was a blur for many moments, he didn't dare to try and sit up. He would let it pass for a moment before he felt comfortable.

Said moment felt like ages, but it came eventually.

The tiefling slowly sat up, feeling the cloth over his body shift down slightly. He caught it before it could easily fall off and reveal his full form....

Wait.

He wasn't wearing any clothes.

No wonder it was so cold in the room.

He looks around, hearing the familiar soft jingle of the jewelry that decorated his horns. Well, He thought, at least no one took those.

But the more important questions at hand: Where did everyone go...?

Where was he?!

"Ah! You are awake! Finally!"

The tiefling's head snapped into the direction of where the sudden voice came. The accent sounded familiar. Like a wizard friend he knew... But this definitely wasn't him.

Standing in the doorway was a Drow Elf, with dark purple skin; a very stark contrast from the tiefling's own lilac skin. He had white hair that reached a bit past his shoulders, red irises that seemed to stand out against the black scleras of his eyes. He wore some sort of fancy garmets, as if he was of high regard.

It took a very long time before the tiefling spoke up. "Uh... Hi," He started. He took a moment to look around before looking back to the Drow. "Where... Am I? Who are you? How am I here?"

Too many questions. Time to take it down a bit.

He rubs the back of his neck a bit. "Ah, sorry for the amount of questions. I guess I'm just... A bit confused, to say the least."

The Drow chuckles. He isn't sure if it's all in good fun or if it's quite the opposite. "It's quite all right. I'll answer as best as I can... Allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Varan Luro. And who might you be, colorful one?" The Drow says, holding out his hand for the tiefling to shake.

Molly. That's it. You actually remember this time.

"... Mollymauk Tealeaf. Molly to my friends... Since I, uh... I guess we're friends now, aren't we?" The tiefling speaks up, gently taking Varan's hand and giving a small shake.

"Huh... Mollymauk... Molly... Peculiar, but unique name. Almost familiar, and rolls off the tongue." Varan says, with that weird chuckle again. "Beautiful tattoos, by the way. Thought I would mention that."

Oh, right. He wasn't wearing anything besides a sheet over him. Molly smiled sheepishly. "Uh... I think this conversation might continue better if I had my clothes back. You got those anywhere?"

-------------------

It was surprisingly quick, and Molly was back to his old look in no time...

Save for the giant scar across his chest.

He shuddered a bit. Is that what happened to him...?

Damn Lorenzo-!

"Mr. Tealeaf? You alright?"

Molly quickly snapped out of his conflicting thoughts, turning to look at Varan. "Oh. Sorry. Just... Trying to figure out things. This definitely isn't the first time I've experienced this sort of thing, but I'm surprised I'm still... Myself."

"You... Have been through resurrection before?"

"Something like it. Wasn't my body before. Thought it was gonna end with two years of having it... Guess not." Molly explains. He then gives a chuckle. "I don't know whether to thank you or be actually creeped out."

"Both would be natural reactions."

A laugh was shared between the two. Varan then spoke up. "Come, Molly. We should... Discuss this whole thing and I should catch you up to speed. Sure you've been dying to know."

"You could say that."

-----------------------

"... Huh."

"... Is that all you can say?"

"Well, Varan, forgive me if I'm taking a moment just to think about it."

Molly sighs, then chuckles. "Never thought I'd end up meeting a warlock that could bring me and practically almost anyone back from the dead... With a little work, of course. Necromancy, man. Wild... I've only ever been near one warlock in my life, and his powers were vastly different from yours. Something with the ocean or whatever, long story I probably wont get to know." He rambles, laughing softly... Followed by a sigh.

Varan knows that sigh. "... You... Miss your companions?" He says, genuine worry in his voice.

"Is it that obvious, my friend?"

"... Heartbreakingly."

Molly chuckles again, and proceeds to sigh once more. "Yeah... They're miles away now, I know that. There's no way I'll be able to catch up with them. I just hope they're doing alright without me... And no one's blaming themselves..." He goes on, putting a hand over his face and leaning against it. "Oh, gods... Yasha... I can't imagine how she took it..."

Varan could only offer a small, hopefully reassuring pat on the back. "I'm... I'm sure they miss you dearly, Molly. You seem like you were the light of that group. Sure, some... Mistakes here and there, but you likely brought joy to their lives. I'm sure you'll cross paths with them eventually... Everyone finds their way."

Molly looks up at Varan, smiling sadly. "I... I guess you're right, my friend... I just hope that meeting isn't too long from now. Maybe it's just right around the corner... We can only hope."

"I suppose...."

Molly suddenly remembered something. "Say," He started, "You... Didn't perhaps see a long, red and beautifully gaudy coat where I was buried right? Bunch of symbols on it?"

"Hm... I'm sorry, no. However, there was something there that I figured had it resting. A staff or something... A log? I don't know. All I can figure is that it was holding up something. Perhaps your coat?"

"No. No one would just... Steal the damn thing. I mean... Who would even dare to off of a grave? It was either one of my group, or an old friend."

He hoped this was the case. He really hoped.

Molly then switches gears. "Hey... Varan. You'll let me stay here until I get my bearings... Right?"

"Of course! What reason would I have to deny hospitality now?"

"... Fair point."

Varan had secretly formed a plan in mind as Molly rambled on. Really, he had one in the works ever since he heard the tiefling's name fall from his lips. That's why it was so familiar to him. He knew why now.

Because of her.

[yoon-kooks]

hi! i was wondering how you get your followers to be so active an interact so much with you and your blog?? no one really responds to my posts or anything even when i try to get people to answer ;-;

hi!! actually if im being completely honest, i also struggle with getting interaction from followers :/ it’s weird bc With Love and No Regrets has significantly less notes than my other series like Signed in Black or Pink Thoughts, but there’s more asks and follower interaction for it…🤔

to be transparent, i have somewhere between 3k-4k followers (i dont know what % of these followers are still active today) and the number of notes on any of my fics range from 50-1000. usually i only get 1-5 asks on a day that i post a new fic. sometimes i get none.

but from my observations, i think what encourages your followers to interact is:

consistency with content/updates

being friendly and inviting!

***** a catalyst: if you have ONE person who comments or sends an ask, that might encourage others to do the same. sometimes followers/readers may be too shy to start the conversation, but if someone else does it first, it’s easier for them to join in!

if youre a writer, these are also things you should consider for your fics:

cliff hangers

something that evokes emotions out of your readers (like angst!)

something your readers/followers can relate to

GENRE: as all writers on this site know, smut will attract you the most notes and views (but you might get less quality feedback/interaction). fluff will give you a lot of short comments about the cuteness. ANGST is what imo creates the best writer-to-reader interaction because it digs below the surfaces that pwp smut and fluffy fluff only touch.

ALSO!! i wanna add that while it may seem like followers are ghosting you, it’s important to understand that some people follow 100+ blogs or blogs that post a lot of content each day. it’s VERY easy for your blog/posts to get lost and buried beneath everyone else’s on your followers’ dash. this is why you see a lot of writers and content creators reblogging their own posts multiple times in a day! if no one is responding to your content after a few hours, you could try reblogging or reposting it altogether so that people have another chance to see it in case they missed it the first time.

i know it’s easy to get discouraged when it seems like youre screaming into the void and no one hears you, but you have to see it more as a positive thing when someone finally does interact rather than a negative thing when someone doesnt (if that makes sense)!! try to stay optimistic but also realistic!

good luck!!!!! and if you have any other questions, feel free to ask them! you have my full support, anon💖💖💖

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The doctor and the demon Part 2

Summary: Henrik discovers where Chase went. He finds himself trapped in a castle. 

If your looking for Part 1, just go to my blog and search beauty and the beast. 

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It was two weeks after Chase left that Henrik started getting suspicious. The first snow would most likely be today, and Chase still wasn’t back. Henrik slipped on his coat, planning on going out to search for his friend when a knock on the door interrupted him.

 Looking through the peephole, He sighed, putting his hands in his hands, once he saw Dark standing in front of the door. Henrik’s first thought, was to not answer and climb out the back window. Unfortunately, Dark had other ideas, and let himself leave.

 “Dark, can't say it’s a pleasure,” Henrik said with a deadpan look. He silently cursed himself for not getting a lock on that door. It was a small town, not much crime, but he didn’t think about nosy neighbors.

 “Oh, don’t be like that, Henry,” Dark waved his hands and said this, as though they were old friends.

 “I know you love to see me.” He put an arm around the smaller man and closed the door with his foot.

 Henrik slipped out of his grasp. He took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself, and in the sweetest voice he could muster, he said, “Well you can’t stay long. I’m heading out soon.” He gestured towards his coat.   

 “Well, where ya heading.” Dark made a move to put his arm around him again, but he was quicker this time. “I’m sure I can be of some assistance.”

 “I’m going out, to find a friend of mine,” He answer truthfully seeing no reason to lie.

 “Well. Why can’t come along?”

 Henrik back away towards the door, Dark put his hand on either side of his head. He leaned in close.

 “I don’t need you to,” Henrik said. “Beside’s, you’ve overstayed your welcome.” Henrik opened the door and ducked under Dark’s arm, causing him to fall into the mud below.

 He slammed the door shut and rush to grab a chair and jam it under the door. He made a mental note to get a lock and snuck out the back window.

After some sneaking around, and ducking into corners, Henrik made his way into the forest. He could faintly see tracks in the soft dirt. It had just begun to snow as he entered the forest.

 Henrik would often go through these woods to find herbs and spices, for medicine (and dinner at times). He knew his way around and he knew the path to the other town fairly well. He has gone on personal trips there to help some injured person, in need of professional help.

 Following the track marks, left by the cart, he quickly realized Chase had taken a wrong turn on a crossroads, that was closer to their town. Henrik bit his thumb.

 There were about three crossroads on the way to town. If you missed even one, you could get extremely lost. That's why he was always so worried for Chase’s safety.

 Knowing that standing here and panicking would get him nowhere, Henrik trudged along the path. It was mid afternoon, when he found the first clue on where chase went, and he didn’t like it.

 He could barely see them, but in one area there was a pack of wolf prints surrounding the cart and the horse. It seemed like, once the wolves surrounded them, Chase fell of the horse and ran in a completely different direction.

 He laughed despite himself. He realized how much he was acting like a detective from one of his favorite novels. It was a funny thought to distract him from Chase’s possible fate.

Shortly after he found a trail of Chase’s footprints, it’s began snowing. He cursed and picked up his speed. He cursed himself for not searching for him sooner.

 The faint wolf prints following Chase’s, worried the doctor, but the remains of a burnt branch gave him hope. Soon the outline of a fence came into view, he ran faster knowing Chase could be safe.

 His hope was drained when he noticed the blood, splattered on the bars. Even if it was just a small cut, Chase could die of an infection within days. His stomach dropped into a pit.

 With his last bit of hope, he opened the gate. There was a cobblestone path, so Henrik couldn’t even tell if Chase made it this far or he meet his fate before he got in and something else dragged him away.

 No, no. Henrik shook his head. If he died back there, there would be more blood splattered about.

 Sucking in a deep breath he forced his way down the path. Glancing at each of the statues, his hope diminished. He could stand here all day and stare at them, but he need confirmation.

 Not thinking, Henrik opened the doors to the castle at the end of the path. The inside seemed to be colder than outside. Pulling his coat tighter he looked around and called out.

 “Hello?” He immediately felt stupid. Was some crazy sociopath going to come up and say “Oh, hay come in. We have tea?”

 He laughed at his own stupid thought.

 “Someone's here! Should we scare them away?” Henrik heard someone whisper.

 “No, they might be the one we’ve been looking for,” another voice said.

 “If anyone is there, can you tell me if you’ve seen a friend of mine?” Henrik asked, then added. “His name is Chase.”

 “Chase? Isn’t that the name of the guy, boss threw into the dungeon?” The first voice asked.

 “What dungeon?” He asked.

 “Dahm it, Marvin!” The second voice whisper yelled.

 “Down the stairs, to your right,” The voice, that was probably Marvin, said.

 Henrik followed those instructions, he found the dungeon was even colder than outside. He hated that Chase has most likely been here for weeks.

 The first cage, Henrik noticed a figure huddled in the corner.

 “Chase?!” He called out.

 The figure shifted and looked out. It was Chase.

 “Henry?” Chase mumbled.

 “Hold on, I’ll find away to get you out!” He turned to try and find a key, when he was stopped by a tall figure. He felt like he’s been in this situation before.

 Slowly looking up, he realized the figure before him was too tall to be human. He couldn’t see the creatures face, but he could feel it breathing heavily

 “And what-” the creature leaned in closer, “-are you being here.”

 Henrik’s heart was beating faster, in fear, but he held his ground.

 “I am here for my friend,” he stated as contentedly as he could.

 “Your friend stole from me. He deserves to be locked up,” the creature growled.

 “What did he steal?” he asked.

 “Something that was very important to me,” the creature stated. Henrik glared the best he could; not satisfied with with that answer. The creature noticed this and continued. “A red rose.”

 Henrik’s stance flattered. Guilt and anger welled up inside him.

 “Let him go,” he said firmly.

 The creature laughed, or at least it might have been a laugh (it sounded like a dying cat).

 It leaned in closer. “And why, would I do that?”

 “Because-” his voice cracked, “-I was the one who asked him to bring me a rose. Let him go and take me in exchange.

 “Henrik no!” Chase screamed.

 The creature laughed again. “It’s a deal!”

 Before he could really react, Chase was snatched out of the cage and he was thrown in. He could hear Chase yelling as the thing carried him off. He teared up a bit.

 By the time the creature returned, Henrik had given into his emotions and was crying.

 The creature tilled it’s head in a confused manner.

 “You didn’t even let me say goodbye,” he sobbed.

 The creature grunted and left the dungeon. He was going to head to his own room when he was stopped by a candle stick.

 “I would like to suggest something. If I may?” Marvin said.

 The creature gave a grunt and Marvin continued.

 “I was th-thinking, b-boss, since this man will be staying with us for a while, we could… we could,” Marvin trailed off, nervously.

 “Get on with it,” the creature said.

 “I was thinking.. Maybe we could move him to a nicer place. To make him more comfortable and maybe-” Marvin paused again, “-and maybe you two could get along.”

 The creature gave him an annoyed look and growled. Marvin flinched.

 “I suppose your right,” the creature grumbled and turned back around.

 Back in the dungeon Henrik had already sat down on the pile of hay and was crying silently. The cage door opened with a long creek.

 “Come on!” The creature beckoned.

 Henrik obeyed. “Where are you taking me?” He asked.

 “To your room.”

 “My room?”

 The creature turned and looked at him. “Do you want to stay in the dungeon?” He asked.

 “No,” Henrik said, shaking his head.

 “Then stop asking questions!”

 After a long pause Henrik asked another question.

 “Do you have a name?”

 The creature stopped walking and was silent for a long time. “Anti,” He finally said.

 After going up a flight of stairs and passing multiple statutes, they stopped at a door.

 “This will be your room,” Anti said. “Feel free to explore the manor, it is your home after all. You my go where ever you like, except the west wing. It is forbidden.”

 “What's in the west wing?”

 “It is forbidden!” Anti said louder.

 The inside of the room was warm. The walls were painted light blue, the bed had darker blue sheets and blanket. It was a nice room, but Henrik didn’t like to think of it as home. Without Chase, how could he call anything home?

 “You will join me for dinner.” Anti stated.

 “I’m not hungry,” Henrik said, sounding like a bratty child.

 Anti bore his teeth, trying to keep clam. “I’m sure you’ll be hungry later. You’ll regret not coming.”

 “I don’t want to come. Leave me alone.”

 “Um.. boss,” Marvin, who followed them up here, said, “I think we should give him some space. He just got here after all.”

 Anti ignored him.

 “Fine then! Starve!” He screamed and slammed the door hard enough the shake the ground.

 He turned to Marvin and the group of other appliances that followed them.

 “If he doesn’t eat with me he doesn’t eat at all,” he said then stormed off.

  Henrik buried his face into the sheets. Maybe if he fell asleep this will all turn out to be a bad dream.

A little while later, Henrik heard a knock on the door. “Go away!” he yelled into the pillow.

 Whoever was on the other side of the door knocked again, harder this time.

 He groaned. “There’s not even a lock on that door,” he yelled.

 “Well I’m sorry. I’ve been told it’s rude to open someones door without knocking,” a voice said, the door opened.

 Henrik didn’t see anyone enter, but he could hear something moving along the floor. He looked down to see an old clock, a candlestick, and a feather duster.

 “Heyo!” the candle said. “I’m Marvin!”

 The clock sighed. “My name is Jackie.”

 “You may refer to me as google,” the feather duster stated in a monotone voice.

 “Your.. talking to me,” Henrik said. He felt stupid after saying that.

 “Yeah you are! Isn’t that cool,” Marvin cheered. “Well cool for you, not really for us.”

 Jackie mumbled something, then spoke up. “We’re here to take you to dinner.”

 “I told him I didn’t want to eat.” His stomach growled, disproving his last statement.

 “You won’t be dining with him tonight. After you rejected him, he locked himself up. You’ll be dining with us,” Google said.

 “Won’t he hear us and get upset?” Henrik asked.

 “That's what I said,” Jackie complained.

 “We will be taking the risk tonight,” Google said.

 “It’s going to be awesome!” Marvin chimed.

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99 Question Tag

okay okay I know i got tagged to do this like a month ago on my main blog by @santonicababy iM SORRY LIN ILY BUT THIS WAS SO DAMN LONG

1) DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED

I sleep in the room where everybodies closets are and they all gotta be closed goddamn do you know how spooky it is to even have one open during the night

2) DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS

my parents do, but alas I don't use them in case they have silicones or sulphates in them because I got a whole lotta curls to protect

3)DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?

if this refers to the sheet protecting the mattress, then my answer is in because how the fuck would you be able to sleep with that moving around???

4) HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE

NO SORRY IM BORING

5)DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST IT NOTES

heck yeah, but for random shit

6) DO YOU EVER CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM

nee my parents are fancy fuckers who use the coupons on their phone (our local supermarket has a damn app skskksksk)

7) WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES

a bear because its one giant son of a bitch and not millions of tiny motherfuckers and also I've never been stung by a bee and intend to keep it that way because majority of my family seem to be allergic

8) DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES

nope! I have a couple beauty spots on my hands and face but thats kinda it

9) DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES

not really but if I've been told to smile then its 200% dead inside

10) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE

i find many things annoying

11)DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK

only when i go up and down stairs, but i also try to make sure i step with each foot equally (if that makes sense) and i step on only certain colour tiles when im bored

12) HAVE YOU EVER PEED IN THE WOODS

the real question is have i ever been in the woods? both answers are no

13) HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS

refer to question 12

14)ummmm idk what this question is meant to be curse you Lin

15)DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS

nope, the idea weirds me out

16) HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK

none, this week and in general

17) WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED

one person and a long yet smol doggo size

18) WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK

Eddie from the Rocky Horror Picture Show has been stuck in my head for the whole week so yeah i guess that

19)IS IT OKAY FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK

HeLL YEAH DUDE HAVE YOU SEEN RAMI MALEK IN PINK

SKSKSKSKS END MY LIFE

but yeah, anyone can wear anything they want to wear (although a suit made out of meat might not be wise)

20) DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS

dudeeeee scooby doo and tom and jerry are my jam I watch them on the regular (among other things)

21)WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE MOVIE

uhhm idkkkkk I tend to repress bad movies sksksk

22)WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME

idk shove it in the closet ig at least it will be hidden behind my sexuality

23)WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER

I usually only drink before or after but ig water??? cooldrink if I'm in a restaurant

24)WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN

depends on the nug

25)WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD

How dare you assume i only have one favourite

tbh it depends cos i love pizza and pasta and stuff but then i cannot live with my granny's curries ksksmks

26) WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE

borhap, sing street, rhps, the natm movies, the harry potter movies, any mcu movies

27)LAST PERSON YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU

ahhahahahahahha bold of you to assume anyone wants to do that

28) WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT

nope but I was a catrobat which is basically my preschools acrobatics team that was actually really terrible

29)WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE

nahh m8

30) WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER

this week for a transactional task at school (It was in Afrikaans and I got a C skskskks)

31)CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL IN A CAR

omg no

32)EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET

not old enough to drive!

33)EVER RAN OUT OF GAS

my parents never have for as long as i can remember

34)WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE KINDA SANDWHICH

cheese because I am actually John Deacon

35)BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST

MUFFINS!!!!

36)WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME

school nights its 11pm otherwise i dont have one lol

37)ARE YOU LAZY

YES BUT MY LAZINESS MAKES ME ANXIOUS OOF

38)WHEN YOU WERE A KID WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN

we dont celebrate that here but i rly want to it seems fun!

39)WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN

Ram, which is really cool because im an Aries, so I'm sheep squared

40)HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK

English, Afrikaans (at a basic highschool level), I could speak very vERY basic isiZulu when I was younger but I'm not sure about now, I know a bit of French and Telugu, and I'm gonna start learning Hindi soon!!

41) DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS

nee

42) WHICH ARE BETTER, LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS

i didn't play much with legos and i have no idea what the second one is rip

43)ARE YOU STUBBORN

to an extent

44)WHO IS BETTER, LENO OR LETTERMAN

I kept reading Leno as Lenin ffs

45)EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS

I watch them occasionally with my granny, but I don't keep up with them very well (Kasamh Se is my shit tho)

46)ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS

no, im afraid of falling in general tho

47) DO YOU SING IN THE CAR

My dad and I bop frequently to Never Gonna Give You Up in the car, and also classic bollywood songs (we have even learnt the choreography for some)

48)DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER

i perform

49) DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR

well theres not exactly much space

50)EVER USED A GUN

nope

51)LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER

not sure

52)DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY

most are but thats why i like them

53) IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL

we don't celebrate because we're not Christian (we still eat a lot and exchange presents tho), but it can get stressful if we have to visit extended family, mostly because my extended family loves to insult everything about me so thats great!

54)EVER EAT A PIEROGI

not i good sir

55) FAVOURITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE

never had one, it doesnt appeal to me

56) OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID

a vet

57)DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS

i am a ghost

58)EVER HAD A DEJA-VU FEELING

not that i remember

59)DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY

yes, I take a multi vitamin, a vitamin D pill because I'm vitamin D deficient, and im not sure if this is a vitamin or not but i take evening primrose oil so that im not outwardly a bitch due to pms

60)DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS

i wear slipper socks, because my doggo got jealous of my doggie slippers and murdered them in cold blood

61)DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE

i have one and rarely use it because i forget it exists

62)WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED

a random shirt and pants, though ive been known to kick pants off (ive been doing that since birth), occasionally i manage to get the matching pj set

63)WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT

ive unfortunately never been to a concert before

64)WALMART TARGET OR KMART

ive never seen any of these stores in my country

65)NIKE OR ADIDAS

i own neither

66) CHEETOS OR FRITOS

neither

67)PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS

Peanuts because thats my doggos name!

68) EVER HEARD OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN

no sorry

69)EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS

i went to a bhangra class for about a year, and we performed for our parents at the end of that year (i was in one of the few groups that didnt have to dance in lehengas thank goodness)

70)IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE

YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING

probably something creative, but I don't mind as long as they're happy with what they're doing and its not harming others!

71)CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE

yep

72)EVER WON A SPELLING BEE

never entered one, having to spell out loud makes me anxious

73)HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY

i think so

74)OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS

nope

75)OWN A RECORD PLAYER

i wish

76)DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE

my granny burns incense while I'm at school because my mom and i both get really sick when its just been lit and the smell is strong. Going to the temple is a damn nightmare because of it

77)EVER BEEN IN LOVE

no, too busy fangirling

78)WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT

oof a long list

Queen, Twenty One Pilots, Waterparks, Frank Iero and the Future Violents (ffs fronk stop changin the name), Panic! at the Disco...to name a few

79)WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW

refer to question 63

80)HOT TEA OR COLD TEA

both

81)TEA OR COFFEE

coffee

82)SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES

sugar cookies

83)CAN YOU SWIM WELL

i wouldn't drown, but im no professional either

84)CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE

im doing it right now

85)ARE YOU PATIENT

eh

86)DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING

I've only ever been to Hindi,Tamil and Telugu weddings and lemme tell you 90% of the time bands flop at those weddings because they can't sing the classics without failing miserably, so DJs are generally better. However, in that case, if a band can perform those songs, then I'd prefer a band ig

87)EVER WON A CONTEST

yep, a couple of reading contests

88)HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY

nope, not planning on it

89)WHICH ARE BETTER, BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES

dont like olives rip

90)CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET

i can knit!

in fact, my friends and i are so cool that we're in our schools knitting club (which besides myself, @grandfunnyemopainter and @imjustabruh , only has 2 other members)

91)BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE

lounge or study/library

92)DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED

i guess, its not on my goal list tho

93)IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED

no

94)WHO WAS YOUR HIGHSCHOOL CRUSH

currently in highschool, and in love with the borhap cast, sebastian stan, stephanie beatriz and band members (theres more but yeah)

95)DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY

nope, i have only two ways to deal, be a total pushover or a total bitch

96)DO YOU HAVE KIDS

nope

97)DO YOU WANT KIDS

kind of undecided, but i do want more pets

98)WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR

Dark Blue

99)DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW

my dog, shes been ignoring me for about four hours now because I stayed at school for an extra hour (for knitting club!)

@softspaceboibrian @roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg @im-inlovewithmycar do it cowards

[mxxnbxby]

🕯️intro to magic🕯️

there are probably a lot of posts like this but i’m gonna try my own hand at it. i know a lot of people who are very interested in magic, but really do not know where to begin. so i’m making a long post about magic and general witchcraft, in a faq format with questions i hear some non-witches / baby witches! disclaimer though: i am not an authority or expert, everything i speak about in this post is going to be my experiences and my understandings. i answer questions i feel equipped to answer, other more experienced witches can totally weigh in if they think i’ve missed something or am spreading misinformation !

with that out of the way let’s get into it 👀

🔮 what is magic / how does it work? 

magic is having a goal and making it manifest in the physical plane. it’s influencing people or events through the use of spells, sigils, rituals, etc. it’s taking your intent and what you want to happen and making it happen through the use of supernatural means. that’s the best way to explain it. 

if i were to go further though, i’d use the example of a love spell. it’s really simple. you have a piece of paper with the name of the target on it, you could also use a piece of this person, like hair or blood or nail clippings, these things represent that person and when you do the spell, visualize the target and attach their image to the piece of paper, if that’s what you’re using. play it in a fire proof jar, and sprinkle rose petals over it, as you do this visualize this person slowly falling in love, being surrounded and over come with love. imagine them in their minds eye. then take a piece of paper with your own name, or a piece of yourself as listed before, to represent you, drop it in the jar to signify the direction of these new feelings of love are towards you. drop a match in the jar and as it all burns and turns to ash, imagine the passion and intense love that will come of the spell. and then keep the ashes in a safe place and bury them if you want the spell reversed. it sounds like a lot but it’s actually pretty simple, the big picture here is that all the ingredients you use in the spell are tools to better help you make your goal (having a target fall in love with you) manifest into real life. 

this is how magic works for me, and it may be different for others but this is how i best understand it and how i explain it when people ask!

magic as a word can also be used interchangeable with witchcraft

🔮 how old is magic?

magic has been around for centuries upon centuries. if you look into your own countries history you may find a type of folk magic that has been passed down.

for example i looked at the philippines and found the practice of kulam which is a type of folk magic that is as old as our original people, and is still in use today. 

it’s important when looking at history to be a little critical though, accusing a woman of being a witch was typical to smear her image and ruin her, if not get her executed. many innocent women were killed throughout history, so don’t take every accusation of magic as seriously, depending on the context. 

🔮 do i have to be wiccan to be practice magic? / are all witches wiccan ?

it’s a common misconception thinking all witches are wiccan, and i think the two big reasons for this is: one, because wiccans themselves have pushed this belief. big example is silver ravenwolf, a pagan book author.

“there is no difference between wicca and witchcraft. anyone who tells you there is a difference is experimenting in the theory of occum’s razor.” silver ravenwolf, the teen witch handbook.

not true at all. and you can ask just about anyone in the tumblr witch community (including wiccans), they’ll tell you to steer clear of this lady and her books. she doesn’t know what she’s talking about and is no way an authority on magic, or wicca.

the second reason being a lot of the witchcraft you may see in pop culture is wicca, with movies like the craft (1996) and the love witch (2015), for example. 

when i was younger and just getting into witchcraft, i also believed being wiccan was the only way to practice magic when i began years ago, there wasn’t exactly a tumblr community at the time, and i was on http://www.spellsofmagic.com/*, where the unspoken standard is very much wicca. 

but the truth is this is not the case at all! wicca is a religion, and witchcraft, is in itself, a craft. magic and witchcraft is a big part of wicca, so, all wiccans are witches. but not all witches are wiccans. there are other religions that exist that also practice magic, voodoo, hoodoo, and santería** are popular examples. i personally practice witchcraft separate to my religion, hellenic polytheism (the belief and worship of the greek gods). 

so tldr; nope. wicca is not the default to be a witch. witchcraft is attached to the religion but it is not the only way to practice magic. magic may intersect with certain religions, but for the most part they are separate.

*disclaimer: that site is no longer and kinda has never been reliable. **voodoo, hoodoo, and santería are closed religions / practices. as in you cannot pick it up and decide to join it like most religions or practices. i’m not entirely equipped to speak on the subject, so here and here are some resources, and you can do research yourself if you’re curious! 

🔮 what are pagans?

pagan is a term coined by christians during the holy roman empire, to refer to any religion or practice that wasn’t christian. it’s come now to mean religions or practices that fall under the “other” after the more popular religions. a lot of witches tend to be more open to paganism and follow pagan religions. some example of pagan religions: wicca, hellenic polytheism, native / indigenous religions, etc!

🔮 what is the difference between magic and magick?

magick is used to differentiate from houdini’s type of magic, which isn’t real magic, but rather sleight of hand.

it’s really personal preference with which word you use, i use magic just to save time, people know what i’m talking about when i say magic. if you’re looking for the community on tumblr you might find better results if search tags with magick but again it’s really up to you which you like better.

🔮 how do i become a witch?

research is the first step! find out what kinda witch you want to be, as there’s different types: for example green witches work closely with nature, weather witches incorporate the weather into their craft, and so on! you can find many posts on tumblr and other sites about types of witches and the such. a lot of people here on tumblr identify as eclectic witches, which is a witch who takes in inspiration from a lot of places and may incorporate different types of craft into their own (respectfully of course, this doesn’t apply to closed practices / religions).

as i mentioned tumblr has a large community for witches, and there are tons of information out there ! on my blog i have a “how to” tag for some of the things you might hear about a lot in the community, like how to make a sigil, how to read tarot etc! i think a lot of witches on here are very open to questions from baby witches unless stated otherwise, so when in doubt! ask! im always free to talk to and explain things !

after the research part it’s pretty much putting what you learn into practice, and that’s it! you’re a witch now ! congrats!!

🔮 can i be a witch even if i have disabilities? 

absolutely !! 100% yes you can. in fact you can even incorporate your disability in your craft! i’ve seen this post going around for autistic witches, this is just one of the many examples of using your disability in your craft. you can also adjust your craft to suit your personal needs, if your mute you can work around doing chants, if your blind you can work around making sigils, or even find a way to approach it differently! everyone’s craft is different, and you can totally adjust or tweak yours to your liking, abled or disabled. 

this is all i can think of right now and if more questions are asked, i’ll add them to this post !

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do you realize you're always starting drama and are making people feel bad only on assumptions and things you only have seen? they are all flawed but how can call yourself a fan if you try to antagonize people who are very important to your own bias? I am not saying that we shouln't criticize them but speculating like this is bad for bts image and armys image

how can i call myself a fan… by being a fan? and what was i speculating about tbh, i just put out there what i saw with my own eyes.. it’s not like there are several instances of that sort of thing overall, that even trended in korea, that i feel like are more than enough to come to that conclusion..but you’re right that it’s not fair to talk about it just from my own experiences and without receipts.. the problem is that i am conflicted, you know? cause i am a fan and i don’t want to damage the group more than it is by spreading hamrful content, but at the same time i just… it’s difficult sometimes because i know that is wrong of me in the first place, cause my priorities should be different, but i try to keep the REALLY harmful things to myself, or things that i know would bother people.. but yesterday my temper got the better of me just seeing people… like the same people that scream “bts are woke kings” are the same ones that whenever there is even a hint of them fucking up, come up and say “they are young, ignorant, products of their culture” and it annoys me cause how can you promote both these narratives and not get a whiplash? but you’re right that i shouldn’t talk about it when i’m weak and can’t follow through with it.. i could easily just post the video and be like TEAR THEM APART but i suck.. and i am a fan.. that’s why i don’t want to go that far… go ahead and criticize me, i am a bad person in my own way, if you think i don’t feel like shit about yesterday i do, because what was the point anyway? just made some fans feel bad, good job me huh… i’m sorry

Anonymous said:I won’t come off anon bc you blocked me already & that’s as far as you can go so there wouldn’t be much meaning in it. I’d suggest you upload the vid on vimeo with a password so you can control who watches it. I really want to see for myself. If he really reacted that way then I’ll deal with my feelings about it, I just want to say that it is pretty shady of your part trying to portray Jimin as the only one good one -with good morals- & the rest is trash. They’re all, including Jimin, only human

i blocked you??? then how are you on my blog and seeing what i was talking about? i haven’t blocked anyone in months??? cause it’s not like what i said was being reblogged left and right, it was just happening on my blog really, so how did you come across it? either you’re stalking me, or you’re lying, both options make me not want to interact with you and go through that trouble.. esp that you’re saying this jimin thing even tho i explained in another ask right above the first one that i was being sarcastic and like how can you take from that i was saying he was the only good one, when i literally praised him for just at least keeping his ignorance to himself most of the time? that still makes him ignorant and i don’t expect anything better, so nuance is lost on you anyway

Anonymous said:I know that almost (or more) half of the fandom is young, so they might believe that everything BTS does is genuinely like they are on a day to day basis. But folks let’s keep this real, Korean idols have a character created - no matter how much the boys even want/try to be themselves - it’s practically a rule to have an image created for the fans. Don’t be disappointed, just remember that they can fuck up too. They’re humans like us, they make mistakes and hope that they can learn from it too

mte… nothing more to add

Anonymous said:It’s true that we need to think critically,but i’d like to disagree on how u view d discourse as purely sheep mentality..Esp in this case when there r clearly cultural n language barrier n problematic edits.From korean perspective,there’s d need to clarify, but some take it as blind support or saving faces.At this rate,we will get contents from them saying nothing in vids,even then people will still be offended smh.And u hv d audacity to say how u miss them being fun n silly on camera??????

sigh okay this is my fault for privating all the posts before it, but the thing is i wasn’t even mad about the run thing, because tbh it was more of a cultural difference than anything, like my language doesn’t even have an inoffensive word for native americans so aspects of it i understood way too well tho others were still ehhh, but yeah homogenous cultures are that and tbh like jimin made a bad joke using native americans himself a long time ago didn’t he? so it’s not like i’m shocked or anything...but i was mad about how the fans were behaving about it at that moment.. like seeing replies that someone that was discussing it on my dash got, people that were like Y’ALL GET OFFENDED ABOUT ANYTHING! YOU SJWS! YOU’RE BAD FANS FOR CRITICISING THEM! etc, which got me worked up and i complained about something else which happened, that i know was offensive from certain members but got buried, like the general notion of people treating them like they are so woke when there is not that much to back it up but quite a lot to tear that down.. and i don’t think there is any audacity in missing that? they can be fun and silly without being problematic ykwim? those aren’t mutually exclusive, false equivalence 

Anonymous said:Hi there just wanna say im sorry if i have sent an offending ask to u earlier i was not in the right mind hv a good day

maybe it didn’t get through? cause i didn’t receive any ask that would be offensive to me, but thank you for the sentiment anyway

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

twenty questions

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Rules: answer the 20 questions and tag twenty followers (@ that second part yeah right lmaooo)

nickname/s: lenin, dodo, soey, geronimo stilton @pillowelephant anytime u talk about me during debate practice (which is uhhh all the fuckin time im assuming) make sure u use my CORRECT NAME which is geronimo stilton pls and thx

zodiac sign: gemini 

height: *deep sigh* 5′0″

orientation: pan ace 

nationality: american #fuck tha metric system 

favorite fruit: cherries and cantaloupe 

favorite season: fall bc leaves fall on the ground and i lov the cronch when i step on them, i pretend theyre the bones of my enemies 

favorite book: uhh "the death of ivan ilyich” is technically a novella i guess so probably either “I, Robot” by isaac asimov or “100 Years of Solitude” by gabriel garcia marquez depending on what im in the mood to read 

favorite flower: lillies and i KNOW theres another favorite i have but fuck if i can remember it lol rip

favorite scent: BISCUITS COOKING IN THE OVEN cuz im a slut for BReAD

favorite color: red and purple

favorite animal: i love me some cock um rabbits would be my most favorite but tigers are a pretty close second 

coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: im loco for cocoa my dudes

cat or dog person: i love my specific dog more than any animal in the world but in general i prefer cats

favorite fictional character: uH H  H probably all might tbh bc in general i have a a Thing for characters who push themselves way too fuckin hard despite the fact that literally anyone else in their situation would probably be dead by now and HES MISSING LIKE HALF HIS FUCKIN ORGANS AND YA BOI TOSHI STILL OUT THERE LAYING DOWN THE L A W and he just,,, he loves deku so much (even if he did NOT HESITATE TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM DURING THE FINAL) and their father-son bond is everything, i really love good father figures and in general i just think his character is really fascinating and LI TERALLY ANY ART IVE SEEN OF YOUNG TOSHI IS THE BEST ART IVE SEEN IN MY LIFE WE A RE ALL LOVE TOSHI-SENPAI 

# of blankets you sleep with: usually one, two if its cold, and like, 5 or more if im depressed and want to bury myself alive in warmth and pretend theres still joy in life 

dream trip: probably to moscow since i speak some russian so i wouldnt be totally lost 100% of the time like if i went to any other country and there are cool museums and shit also i WANNA GO TO THE FUCKIN G NAKAHARA CHUUYA MUSEUM IN JAPAN APPARENTLY THEY HAVE REPLICAS OF HIS H A T 

blog created:  may 2016 

# of followers: 1,339

random fact: I 100% BELIEVE BNHA IS A BETTER ANIME THAN BSD AND PART OF THE REASON I AVOIDED IT FOR SO LONG (in addition to it being Everywhere) WAS BC I FUCKING  K N E W THIS WOULD HAPPEN AND I DIDNT WANT TO BETRAY THE BSD FANDOM AND ALL BUT HO LY SHIT BNHA IS FUCKIGN GREAT LIKE??? it actually has plot??? and arcs??? eVEn in the first season??? and theres far less tonal dissonance than bsd (bsd DID get better at that in the second season by more or less cutting most of the comedic parts to mixed effect) despite ostensibly being for a younger audience than bsd and not going for the same darker tone or themes of moral ambiguity things have FUCKING  C O N S E QU EN C E S like they have a character who more or less exists JUST to heal injuries and yet we still see characters suffer irreparable physical damage and get scars? like bravo tbh and at least in the anime- i have no idea what the manga is like aside from the first chapters lol oops- its not just a series of one contrivance after another and its so much FUN like bsd is great and all but aside from the dark era which is a masterpiece there arent really any single episodes i’d want to go back and watch more than once but i feel like i could pick literally any episode of bnha and rewatch it and have a good ass time, theres so much passion and positivity in bnha its impossible to watch it and not feel HY PE AF bsd makes me want to do in-depth character studies and analysis and discuss moral ambiguity but bnha genuinely makes me want to be a better person like ofc i cant be a superhero for obvious reasons but i can damn well do something with this life i have and any series that can make me feel like that just,, well done 

tagging: @theseerofdoomisunaltered bc u like these and whoever else wants to do this go ahead and say i tagged u

[c-you-on-the-otherside]

09/23/17

So today, I stumbled upon a bookstore while exploring in Capitol Hill. As I aimlessly wondered around the bookstore, in search of the poetry section, I was drawn into the Gender/Queer Studies section an decided to browse through those books.  For the first time I ever, I was consumed by something in a bookstore other than poetry... I spent almost 45 minutes there, looking for answers, looking for guidance..wondering if any of these people who live inside these books ever felt as lost and confused as I do now.  Because Im pretty comfortable in the PNW and everyones seemingly open-minded ideas, I had no reservations about opening flipping through books frantically, in search of my missing pieces... Back home, I would have looked over my shoulder every second, and felt awkward just being in that general area. But I was comfortable here...almost felt some sort of support in the fact that no one seemed to care that some dyke was hanging out in the transgender section of the bookstore. I realized today, that dyke being associated with female is probably why I hate the word so much...and that’s the first time it’s ever clicked. I cringe at the word and hate it when anyone uses it to describe me and I just now realized it’s because I don’t want to be seen as a strong statured female, I want to be perceived as a strong, tough, male.  And even that is a stretch to say... I feel like when it comes to the spectrum, I for sure lie more with identifying as a male.. But I wouldn’t go as far to say I am a male... I don’t know if it’s fear holding me back from accepting it or if it’s truly just not how I feel but trust me when I tell you, it’s a terrible feeling not being able to trust what your gender even is. I envy the people who lead their lives with such certainty... People who never have to question their sexuality or gender identity or any of the stuff that, to me, feels like it should just come easily.  I don't believe I was born in the right body, but I also don’t believe I was born in the wrong one. I wonder why God would grow me in a womans body if he didn’t want me to be a woman...why would he create this functional, healthy body, if this wasn’t meant to be? But what I feel inside makes me question everything, and the fact that I’m becoming more open about talking about my gender identity, the fact that I wondered into a gender section of a bookstore, and even the fact thatI’m making this very blog, makes me believe that it’s something I need to face more and more everyday...It’s something I need to come to terms with. When I was back home about a month ago, I had my parents kind of open up the conversation to allow me to come out to them if I wished. I’m not ready to make it permanent...I’m not ready to even begin to throw that curveball to my very conservative parents...But I was proud and happy....and also completely surprised, that they opened it up in the only way they knew how to... I just wasn’t ready to take the plunge. Knowing my parents may be open to the fact that I could be trans relieves so much stress for me, but it’s still not enough if I can’t even come to terms with it in myself... I don’t want to be a “freak”....I don’t want to face the awkward stages of transitioning, and I don’t want to make my own life hard... This is a big thing that I struggle with....wondering if some things are better left not acted upon...Wondering if I just stay the way I am, maybe I could be happy, living the life I’m meant to lead in the body I was born in... But even despite an actual title, I hate my boobs. I hate the way they look, I hate the way they feel...I hate the way it feels like I’m carrying the weight of a burden every single day (literally). I dream of days a flat chest would make my shirts flow better....how I’d instantly look 15 pounds less heavy because I wasn’t carrying these massive jugs attached to my chest.... I’m so thankful the PNW has opened my eyes even more to to the fact that my body may not align with my gender because I believe it’s something I’ve struggled with for a long time now. It’s crazy how deep into burying a hatchet you can get that you don’t even realize what haunts you.. I’m tired of running scared from what might be my truth. I’m ready to work through the cobwebs and face my own truth... Whatever it takes, I’m slowly accepting that I’m wading in the grey... No more black and white, there’s so much grey in my life, and I’m ready to accept whatever shade fits who I’m meant to be.

[princerazzie]

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LAST:

1. Drink: coca-cola mixed with some vanilla brandy(this is gonna get wild or just plain sad by the end, HOPEFULLY THE FIRST)

2. Phone call: My job 3. Text message: to my friend nate about how much I love werewolves, and how i miss dating someone with a hairy chest. 4. Song you listened to: Dead Girl Walking -reprise- from Heathers 5. Time you cried: probably wednesday, I missed my mom again. 

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: Uhhh, so like get back together after you broke up?? if so twice then :DD one i regret the other i’m like ehh about. 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: nah, i have kissed a bad kisser before V_V not fun but it was an experience ya know. 8. Been cheated on: not really?? i mean i had this online bf and he “cheated” on me technically but he just like rp kissed someone XDD  9. Lost someone special: Yeah....... 10. Been depressed: *POINTS TO #9* 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: HAHA, NOT YET AND I WANNA KEEP IT THAT WAY. THOUGH I HAVE DRUNK BOUGHT STUFF ONLINE BEFORE 

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14:

ehh it changes alot but! GREY

PURPLE

RED

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yes! at saikoucon and at my college! 16. Fallen out of love: nope!!! i’m a grey-rom  17. Laughed until you cried: yeahh!! we were messing with my friend while he was using his VR by like interrupting him, it went on for like 15 minutes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Hmmm, nah, i mean there was that one time my friend told me about an ex friend of mine not really caring about me at all. :/ that made having the friendship break off easier honestly! but meh

19. Met someone who changed you: not really? i guess my ex, he made moving on from old shit alot easier and help me realizing, i’m not the worse? 20. Found out who your friends are: Yup!! I love them to death! 21.  Kissed someone on your Facebook list: ehh, yeahhh my last bf >_>

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: ehh maybe like 40?? i guess 23. Do you have any pets: MY CLINGY BOY, SABLE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE(THIS MIGHT BE A FUTURE TAG COMING TO A RAZZIE BLOG NEAR YOU) 24. Do you want to change your name: NAH, i wanted to when i was younger because my name is super common 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: CRY!!! AND THEN eat cake with my sister and niece while trying not to cry again. im a very sad person. 26. What time do you wake up: Around 10am  27. What were you doing at midnight last night: petting sable probably 28. Name something you can’t wait for: TRANSFERING TO MY NEXT COLLEGE 29. When was the last time you saw your mom? .....I DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING wow i’m like tearing up abit, APRIL 17th when we buried her. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I focused more on art so i could have felt more comfortable with making that a main part of my future 31. What are you listening to right now:  the sound of my fan and my 5pm alarm going off.  32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: ehh not since like being at my last college 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: *DRINKS MORE* LEGAL STUFF 34. Most visited website: THIS DAMN HELLSITE. 35. Mole/s: EHH MY right middle finger, my shoulder, my thigh, my tit, both my wrists, my upper arm, my leg, i have alot of moles like you can play connect the dots  36. Mark/s: like scars? or stretch marks? because i have tiger stripes some on my hips, and i have a stitch scar on my forehead. 37. Childhood dream: like almost every child*looks off into the distant* a veterinarian   38. Hair color: Dark brown almost black with a dyed brown part in the front of my hair 39. Long or short hair: Medium, i’m growing it out to cut it AGAIN! :DDD 40. Do you have a crush on someone: KINDA BUT i’m not trying for it. :/ i don’t think it’ll work out anyway

41. What do you like about yourself: I’M PERSISTENT WITH WHAT I WANT! also able to do things on my own if needed, i’ll find a way if i really need to.  42. Piercings: EAR PIERCINGS!! 43. Blood type: i think B positive  ??? its something on the rare side if i remember right. 44. Nicknames?: raspberry, ash, some others but i’m blanking. 45. Relationship status: single...i’m not too bent out of shape over it, like i need to get myself together before i can start looking at people. also there’s noone im really interested in aside from Nyx, but he’s fictional soo yeah 46. Zodiac: Leo 47. Pronouns: She/Her 48. Favorite TV Show: Hmmmm, probably Rick and Morty since Still Star Crossed was cancelled 49. Tattoos: I want  like lace across my arm, with white ink but i’m a bitch with pain  50. Right or left hand: Right-hand, though i can draw somewhat with my left :D. thank you art class warmups. 

51. Surgery: nah never 52. Hair dyed in different color: ahaha, *side glances* red in high school three times, brownish black to get the red out, and now a copperish brown   53. Sport: ahah i wish, i wanna be in shape bro! tho i;ve been wanting to take up boxing lately 55. Vacation: HERSHEY PARK! unless cons count then SAIKOUCON!  56. Pair of trainers: no??

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: Leftovers from eating out with my sister. 58. Drinking: STILL DRINKING THE COLA WITH BRANDY, i’m about to pour some brandy into root beer 59. I’m about to:  give up on goggling the missing questions, i’m doing that inbetween writing this and it’s kinda weird. it raises the question on where this question meme started, and who started it 61. Waiting for: the next time i play DND, its GETTING SO GOOD FAM. 62. Want: to figure out what i’ll be doing with my life also get better at art.

63. Get married: In the future, it would be cool to wake up to someone i feel i can trust and love 64. Career: I’m not quite sure lately, something in psych or art maybe both  65. Hugs or kisses: HUGS I NEED WARMTH 66. Lips or eyes: lips, lips have an attractive curve to them. >d 67. Shorter or taller: Taller if guy, shorter if girls 68. Older or younger: Older >_> 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: ARMS!!! BUFF ARMS ARE THE BEST. PICK ME UP AND SQQUEEEEZEEE ME

71. Sensitive or loud: loud, loud is fun!! i can be abit distant when i get into a mood and that hurts people >_>  72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship!! i wanna cuddle and talk!! JUST CUDDLE AND TALK 0__0  FUCK SEX  73. Troublemaker or hesitant: ehh i wanna say hesitant but i always seem to get along better and have more fun with Troublemakers because deep down i’m super mischievous 

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: Nah, but it’s not out of the question >D unless they have something weird  going on with their health 75. Drank hard liquor: CURRENTLY AM NOW KEKEKE,  76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: EVERY MORNING 77. Turned someone down: Yeaaa >__> 78. Sex on the first date: ....i wanna say no, but with my last bf, ahahah, i wasn’t in the best state of mind emotionally. though it was pretty nice because he didn’t treat me like I was easy and was like serious about me???  79. Broken someone’s heart: maybe? idk i mean i guess i ccould have with my breakups 80. Had your heart broken: Yeah it was pretty bad 81. Been arrested: Nope and least have it stay that way 82. Cried when someone died: WHY WOULD I NOT! 0/10 bad question!! 83. Fallen for a friend: ...DON’T YOU MEAN EVERY AND ANY FUTURE RELATIONSHIPS I HAVE. 

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84: Yourself: Somewhat. 85. Miracles: Yeahhh 86. Love at first sight: Nope!! that’s saved for fiction!  87. Santa Claus: I’m like 24, HE’S VACATIONING IN HAWAII. (no) 88. Kiss on the first date: ....if they’re cute 89. Angels: yeaa

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: Nate 91. Eye color: Dark Brown, basically black honestly 92. Favorite movie: idk ?? too tipsy to remember fam